I’d like to thank the incredibly talented @kelslk for this stunning commission of a scene from Celestial Navigation where Steve and Tony have their first dance. I love how well the moment is captured by the art. So much pining!
These are the days of the endless summer These are the days, the time is now There is no past, there’s only future There’s only here, there’s only now
“Shall we?” Steve asked. Tony couldn’t have answered if he’d tried. Instead, he just nodded and stepped towards where Steve stood.
I’m supposed to show him how to do this, Tony thought, feeling a hysterical laugh try to work its way out of his throat. One of Steve’s hands slipped around to splay against the small of Tony’s back, heavy and warm where it settled at the base of his spine. The other encircled Tony’s hand and held it up, just below Tony’s eye level.
Oh, Tony thought, breathing out a long rush of air. Okay. He could do this. Oh, God, how was he supposed to do this? He wet his lips and craned his neck back to look up at Steve, who was looking down at him with half-lidded eyes, mouth slightly parted like he was about to say something, though the silence stretched on until Tony cleared his throat.
“Okay, so, you just sort of can move backwards and forwards, like this,” Tony instructed, shifting his feet against the planks of the deck. “Then to the side.” Steve mimicked the movements of Tony’s feet, picking up the simple steps in no time. “See, you’re a natural,” Tony whispered, voice cracking on the end.
“Just needed the right partner,” Steve responded after a beat in a deep, husky tone that went straight through Tony and coiled low in his belly, filling him with an impossible heat that left his mouth dry and heart pounding in his ears. Tony dropped his gaze to just over Steve’s shoulder, where the canopy of stars spread out over the mountains.
I’m in love with him, Tony thought dizzily as the world tilted in front of his eyes, then righted itself. The idea flooded through him, warming his limbs and sending a spasm through his chest that he realized was what it felt like when you forgot to breathe. It wasn’t exactly a revelation, not really. More like something he’d known, but just now remembered. Like it had always been there, waiting for starlight dances, drawings of his robots and to be told it wasn’t his fault to unlock the memory. Some kind of quest he hadn’t known he was on, and he’d finally found all the pieces.
ciwyw aesthetic: endless spirals of ethereal poetry, unintentional reverie beneath dripping cotton candy sunsets, caramelised whispers of love and hope, serene airplane rides over neon city lights, allowing someone past your built up boundaries amid a fresh spring morning, lacing fingers by glowing fires on a crisp, dark autumn night, a soft, honey stained kiss that obliterates your past and demands a future, evening drives down moonlit highways with your lover as sheer freedom fervently blooms through your ribcage like wildflowers, hair flying in soft waves as you vivaciously twirl in a kaleidoscope of bliss amid rolling countrysides, glistening glances, shared secrets and lingering touches whilst gazing at a canopy of stars, warm embraces by glimmering ocean waves, blurry polaroids of lovers dancing and unbridled, vibrant laughter, “you’re forever my favourite daydream,” the fresh scent of rain after a storm passes, comforting blue eyes.
Summary: You’ve been working nights in the tech department of Kingsman and have a run in with Eggsy that could make things a little messy.
“You invent some kinda way to write code with your eyeballs?”
A wisp of hot breath tickled her ear. Y/N whipped her head sideways to meet it. Her face collided with the brim of Eggsy’s hat. “Oww,” She exclaimed. Her eyes squinted shut as she rubbed the bridge of her nose.
“Sorry love.” Eggsy stood behind her chair, leaning over her shoulder, his face next to hers. “You’ve been staring at that screen for 10 minutes. I wasn’t sure you were even awake.”
“I wasn’t,” Y/N muttered. She turned back to the computer, slouched down in her chair and yawned.
It had been almost two months since she started working nights in the tech department of Kingsman. She had met all the agents her first day but only ever saw Trinity, the night watch, which usually meant she could get in a good nap during her shifts.
“Don’t see you around here much.” Eggsy stood up.
“Yea, Uni keeps me pretty busy during the day,” She spoke with her eyes closed, arms folded across her chest. “But Merlin needs my help here so I find the- SHIT!” She sat up fast, eyes gaping. “What time is it?” She frantically checked the desktop for her phone and retrieved it from under a pile of papers and a half eaten banana. It was dead.
listening to music often evokes a vivid, magical and golden wave of nostalgic memories, and in two days we’ll be blissfully forming tons of new memories while we’re consumed by reputation (2017) for months on end. from listening to it on a vibrant summer night as you dance beneath a canopy of stars, on a glowing autumn afternoon gazing at dripping peach sunsets while crimson leaves kiss your feet, on a crisp, snowy winter’s night spent snuggled up under an avalanche of blankets whilst your fingers are laced with your lovers by a glowing fire and on a honeyed, fresh spring morning where hope, freedom and sheer joy so fervently bloom within your heart on long car rides. this powerful album will soon be quite an inspiring, iconic soundtrack to our lives.
“The night will always follow his moon.” “Your moon?” “Yes—my moon of fire,” Kastiel whispers into her ear, before placing her down on a bed of grass, under a canopy of leaves and stars, just as they were now. “You’re mine.”
Hey I've been having a really bad day do you think you can write some headcannons with Lotor comforting his SO?
Yaaaas I’m all for this right now. Lotor would be so cute and awkward in a relationship omG.
I’m sorry for what I wrote and what you’re about to read I don’t know what I did??
• Despite what everyone thinks, he’s v fluffy deep down, and he cares a lot about his s/o • He’d start by offering to downright annihilate someone • But as he realizes it’s just stress, and not something someone had done, he starts to think of other options • Suggests that you could downright annihilate someone • Knowing he’s half kidding, you giggle just a little, but not enough to cheer you up • “I tried, didn’t I?” • He’s a bit new to this, forgive him • Before hand goes to all high-ranking officers for advice, but finding nothing useful • “I heard of this search engine – Google, I think – that those humans ask whenever they have questions • Googles what to do • Suddenly he’s bringing ice cream and romcoms over • “Google said to make a ‘blanket fort’, and watch ‘Netflix’ but I had no idea where to obtain either of those-” • Awkward but satisfying cuddles in Lotor’s arms • He’d also take you somewhere, to help you feel safe and secure, and assure you that he loves you • He’s not entirely heartless
But like imagine this:
• He’ll just take you by the wrist, and lead you to his ship • He ignores your questions with a lazy wave of his hand • Of course, he’ll make sure you’re comfortable and what not, before taking off at light speed (is that a thing in this series?) • When the light around you fades away, and you breach the atmosphere of the planet, you’re greeted with sights of deep purples, blues, and greens • You look out at the wondrous planet, with its dark, beautiful colors, and then turn to Lotor • He just silently powers down the ship, and this time offers his hand to you before you step off the ship • He takes you down winding paths lined with glowing moss and luminous crystals • Like something straight out of WoW or LoL • But before you can speak, you’re presented a clearing, with a waterfall, set with a lake, and an opening in the canopy, overlooking the stars, and crescent moon in the sky • “Being this solar system’s furthest planet from it’s sun, it has been abandoned, the only light being provided by its moon.” • He finally speaks, though his voice seemed as distant as his gaze was, staring into the current provided by the waterfall • He takes your hand once more, gently, and walks you to the lip of the lake, where you can look down, and see the aquatic life • You gasp as you see the fish, and their elegant fins laces with veins that glow • You look around more, looking for more life • And you’re not disappointed, when a few dragonfly-like insects kiss the water, landing on some large water plant based around the edge of the lake • Lotor leans down and allows the dragonfly(?) to crawl onto his hand, showing it to you • Studying it hard enough, you could see it’s wings pulse with a light after it’s fed from the leaves of the plant • “Whenever I find myself confused, I always come back here, to this spot.” • “This planet has been forsaken, cast out of the light, and warmth, from its sun.” • He watches as the dragonfly(?) picks itself up, walking around his hand before its wings flutter, lifting it in the air to join the others that huddle in a glowing mist across the water • “But that hadn’t stopped this world from producing life, an ecosystem. A beautiful landscape. Through this darkness, it created light.” • You look up to Lotor, and he looks down to you, cupping your face, and giving you a rare smile • “So when I’m confused, or I feel I’ve lost my way, I think back to here. To how there is always light in the darkest of places. And I feel a little stronger.” • “It will pass, [y/n], you must believe in yourself.” • Then he’ll pull you in for a loving, tender kiss • Tell me that’s not cute, I dare you
A sickening twang! of
metal on metal cuts through the air, and Amy looks up to see Oliver standing
between her and Wilford, taking the bullet at point blank range. The droid
sparks and sputters as the other Googles rush to detain Wilford who has gone
catatonic. Oliver drops to his knees, and Amy rushes to catch him.
“Oli, no no no.” Amy can’t believe one more person is hurt
because of her.
The yellow of Oliver’s eyes flickers, and the droid coughs,
oil leaking from the hole in his chest. “I-it’s o-o-okay, Am-my.”
Green crouches beside Amy, assessing the damage done. “It’s
reparable, but we’ve got to get him back quickly.”
Ed and Green carry Oliver back to the truck, one of the
droid’s arms slung over each of their shoulders, while Google pins Wilford to
the ground. “Google, the blood… is it his?”
The droid’s blue eyes flicker over Wilford’s frame. “There’s
no way of telling at this point. We’ll take him to the Doctor and let him
determine Wilford’s state.”
Silver moonlight glints off the gun, tossed to the side when
the Googles tackled Wilford, and Amy reaches over to pick it up. When she does,
Wilford seems to come back to himself. “Amy? What happened?”
Amy quickly hides the gun behind her back. “Wilford, you’re
alright?” It comes out as more of a question than she intended.
Will’s eyes bulge like he’s just starting to remember where
he is and what’s been going on. Then there’s a flash, a sudden change, and he’s
unresponsive all over again. Google pulls Wilford to his feet, and he and Amy
walk the bloody Ego back to the truck. “He goes in the back,” Ed demands, not
wanting to get stains all over the upholstery. They’ve already got Oliver laid
out across the back seat with a towel pressed to his chest.
“You sit with Oliver,” Google suggests to Amy. “I’ll stay in
the back with Wilford and make sure he doesn’t hurt himself… or anyone else.” Though
Amy hates to leave Warfstache in such a state, there’s no one she trusts more
to be able to handle him than Google.
“Thank you, Googs,” she whispers with a quick kiss on his
cheek before she hops into the back, placing Oliver’s head gently in her lap.
The droids exchange a glance that Amy can’t read before Google hauls himself
and Wilford into the bed of the truck.
Ed guns it in the direction of Ego Inc. as Amy stares out
the window at the canopy of stars.
The Host leans his head against the bars of Dark’s cell and
smiles. “You’re going to lose. I’ve just received word from the others that
they’ve found Wilford and they’re bringing him back now.”
“Yes, and you’ll be able to return Mark’s memories and save
the day.” Dark inclines his head toward the Host. “You know what that means,
It’s not the reply that the Host was expecting. He’d come
down here to throw his victory in Dark’s face, not have the double-crossing Ego
toss it back like a dirty rag. “What do you mean?” Host asks in a gravelly
tone, his voice still minutely strained from having Dark’s hands clamped around
“Don’t you get it? With me out of the way, Wilford will take
control of the entire operation. It’ll be his hands you’ll be placing your life
in, not to mention the others’ lives as well.” Dark shakes his head with a
pained expression on his face, as though he pities the Host. Dark has never
pitied anyone or anything in his life. “He is the most powerful of you all, I’ll
give him that. But Warfstache is careless and sloppy. He won’t be able to
handle the power.”
The Host thinks back to the mess of Markiplier TV, Wilford’s
project to gain the Egos more control over the channel. It had gotten the
fandom hopping, but his efforts were misguided. He was more interested in
promoting himself than the Egos as a whole.
“And,” Dark continues, “once you return Mark’s memories, he’ll
very likely take Amy away from here. I can’t imagine he’d want her to come back
after all that’s happened.”
The Host’s temper flares. “You mean after what you did to
“After what you let me
do to her,” Dark spits back. “Any one of you could’ve stopped me if you’d had
the spine. But you didn’t have one then
and you don’t now. You’re going to let Wilford
Warfstache ruin all the progress we’ve made towards securing all of our
futures, and you’re going to let that idiot Mark take Amy away from you. How pathetic can you possibly be?”
Dark composes himself once again and shrugs. “Fine, you’ve always been good at
playing the doormat, so keep up the good work, Hosty.”
The Host flinches. His hand comes up to tug at his bandages,
a nervous tick he thought he’d dropped when Amy showed him he had nothing to
be ashamed of. In his nervousness and deep thought, the Host begins to
“Dark is wrong about the Host. The Host is more powerful
than any of the others know. He just doesn’t flaunt it like Dark or Wilford or
even Bim, who’d do anything to impress. The Host can help the Egos attain their
goal. He can lead.” Host walks away from the cell and towards the elevator.
Games of pretend where Shiro’s the evil alien and Matt is running away. The two little boys play on the Holt’s backyard. Matt squeals and laughs in terror as he’s being chased. Colleen loves baking cookies for them so they can eat after being tired of playtime. Colleen treats Shiro like her own son.
Climbing Trees (7 years old)
Shiro: Matt! Get back down! We might get in trouble!
Matt: How else can we touch the moon?
Shiro: Please come back down! What if you fall?!
Matt: You’ll catch me right?
Sitting on the rooftop (11 years old)
Sam had just left for a space mission and won’t come back for a few months. Matt likes to sit on his rooftop and talk to the sky in some hope that maybe his dad can hear him. Shiro loves to join him and Matt loves his company.
Shiro: You really miss him don’t you.
Matt: Yea, it’ll just be me, mom, and Katie for a while again.
Shiro: Just think of all the stories he’s going to have for you when he gets back. All those adventures and maybe aliens he’d be friends with. Sure beats any storybook any day.
Matt smiled. He always felt better with Shiro by his side.
Matt: Thank you
Stargazing (9 years old)
Matt: Isn’t this exciting?! We can finally see Jupiter’s moons!
Shiro: Those 4 tiny dots?
Pinky Promise (12 years old)
Another night of them camping out in the backyard looking at the night sky. All you can hear are the crickets and see the faint glow of fireflies.
“One day, just you wait”, Shiro starts off. “We’ll go to outer space”
Matt shuffles inside his sleeping bag, getting up with a wide grin on his face as he looks down at his best friend. “And represent the human race!”
Shiro laughs, still looking up awe struck by the canopy of stars above them. “Exactly”
They sit there smiling in silence taking in the midnight beauty.
“You promise?” Matt asks. Shiro looks to his side and sees Matt’s pinky held out. Shiro lifts up his pinky and their little fingers intertwine.
“Promise,” he replies back.
I didn’t realize it at the time but that was the moment I knew that I would do anything to see you smile like that again.
Video Games (13 years old)
Matt: You’ll be so screwed, courtesy of yours truly
Shiro: In your dreams!
Matt: Is that a threat or a promise? *wiggles eyebrows*
Shiro: Omg Matt stop!
Matt’s just laughing at him but is completely oblivious to Mr.Takashi Blushing and Flustered Shirogane
Library (13 years old)
High school freshmen Takashi and Matthew. They joined some extra curricular activities after school. Shiro was on the track team while Matt was in the chemistry club. They also participated in the robotics team together. On Friday afternoons they were free and loved to go to the library and research together for fun.
Paintball (15 years old)
Each semester after exams, Matt and Shiro celebrated by going to paintball matches. They were the perfect duo and hailed as champions. They were both strategic, quick, and had excellent aim.
Katie’s 6th birthday (16 years old)
With a family that was passionate about astronomy, naturally, they made their little girl’s 6th birthday party space themed. Complete with a rocket ship piñata and a pin the antennae on the alien game it was perfectly designed for the special occasion. Matt and Shiro happily helped decorate and organize it.
Katie couldn’t reach the streamers nor hit the piñata so Shiro carried her while she tried to whack the thing. Matt thought it was adorable so he took pictures.
Movies (16 years old)
Shiro’s crushing hard on Matt at this point and considers asking him out on a date.
This shouldn’t be too hard! We hang out all the time, just us two. Well, of course, it was always just as friends but it’s not like anything will change? I should take a chance though. But what if it breaks our friendship?
Shiro is conflicted with confessing how he feels.
Matt had been going on and on about this one alien movie that was coming up. He replayed the trailers for the past few weeks always brightening up when someone brought it up.
The day comes and Shiro asks Matt, “Want to go see the movie with me?”
Matt looks at Shiro blank faced. “Well duh? Who else was I going to see it with?” He just continues talking on and on, arms flailing in excitement here and there. Shiro just smiles to himself. There’s no need to rush into things. Everything will fall into place naturally. What we have now is good and perhaps one day, something more will come.
“What do you want from me?” Killua whispers as Gon continues to stare at him. “I’ve already given you my Heart. You can do whatever you want with it- you can kill me, force me to do your bidding, use my energy as your own…I gave you everything, Gon. What more could I possibly give you that you don’t already have?”
Something unreadable flashes across Gon’s face. He takes two large steps, marching right up to Killua, and cups Killua’s jaw in his warm, warm hands.
Killua’s breath catches in his throat. He feels his eyes grow large as Gon leans close, and then all he can see is Gon’s wonderful, perfect face.
Gon says, voice deep and rough, “I want this.”
This was written @driftingglass, who is not only a super talented writer and amazing person, but also a good friend of mine on here! I’ve been wanting to write a fic for her for ages, and I loved this au idea, so thus this fic was born! I hope you like it my friend <3
This fic was beta’d by @killushawn, bc Kaz has been pretty busy lately, but he really helped me with editing and making this fic sound better so a super big thank you to him for all of his input!!!
And that’s it. Please enjoy ^-^
Killua is in the sun-room
when it happens.
Killua looks up, feeling
his pulse skyrocket and his throat tighten until he can barely breathe. There’s
a strange throbbing in the center of his chest. It swells and aches as Killua’s
guard approaches, dragging in a grizzly man by the collar of his dirt-covered
“I caught this rat
sneaking around the horses,” the guard snarls and tosses the captive onto the
carpet. The emerald-clad man rolls over a few times before skidding to a stop
at Killua’s feet.
Killua doesn’t move;
he barely even hears what the guard is saying. He can’t tear his eyes away from
the all-too-familiar brown spikes as his guard continues to report in the
“- was sneaking
through the luggage, caught him just as he reached the center carriage.”
forces himself to raise his gaze. His guard’s expression is hard but his tone
softens into something resembling reassurance when he says, “We don’t think he
took anything of importance, sir.”
The night envelopes the world in its cover of reassurance, of a sort of love that emanates from the thick blanket of the skies that shroud humanity. The moon glows with an ethereal kind of light, a lightweight cover that wraps everything in magical luminescence.
Peace-inducing and cooling, the wind passes, the grass dancing along to the melody of the worlds, a low, hushed hymn of dreams and hopes that lay beyond the imaginations of those that exist.
The stars shine, winking at him every so often, a tease from the universe, perhaps encouragement. Nico Di Angelo lies beneath the cosmos, lies beneath the infinite glory of what was and what is.
It is on nights like these that his mind finally quietens down, the thoughts, the depression, the self loathing fading into nothing.
But this night was something different, It was a time of strange possibilities that could ensue.
A finger twitches next to his, and Nico looks over to see Will Solace, looking at him, an achingly gentle smile gracing his lips, blue eyes soft and the color of the cosmos with a million different constellations.
Perhaps that was the reason Nico fell in love with those eyes, the way they resembled the stars and the sky, the way they shone on the darkest of days. The way they seemed to be Nico’s only anchor to the world.
Will shifts his hand until he’s holding Nico’s and his heart skips but he only smiles back at Will, leans closer and puts his head on Will’s shoulder.
It feels safe, lying there under the canopy of the stars, close to Will, the distant sound of waves lapping on a shore shifting through the wind. It feels like everything Nico wants and needs. It feels strange because nothing has felt like this in so long. It feels like home.
His heart aches when he thinks of how much he wants to kiss Will, to be with him, to grow old with him by his side, all those hopes kept wrapped up in the confines of his mind. Thoughts that should never come out.
He does not know why, or how, but he starts talking, whispers of hushed words that have stayed inside him too long. The stories he never told anyone, the story of him and Bianca, the story of his mom, of freshly baked cookies back in Venice.
He tells Will everything then, doesn’t know why, only feeling that it’s right so he does. Times of ecstasy and joy, times of sadness despair, laps of time that were ghosts until he said them and they came alive.
At some point they shifted and sat up, Nico simply looking at the stars to avoid Will’s eyes as he talked, afraid he would stop talking if he looked; he didn’t even know if Will was paying attention.
But Will listened, staring at Nico intently as he recounted stories of old, of how it was when Maria Di Angelo died, of how it was when he figured out that that feeling in his stomach around Percy Jackson was what he most feared it to be. Of what it was like to roam in darkness, wishing to instead just die, for life to simply stop.
And when he was done, he slowly, fearfully turned to face Will, was surprised to find his eyes looking at him so, so tenderly. Will looked at him as if he were strong and not broken, as if he were a hero and not a victim. As if he wasn’t other.
And then, eyes fluttered closed, lips joined softly, and hearts finally came together.
“The night will always follow his moon.”
“Yes—my moon of fire,” Kastiel whispers into her ear, before placing her down on a bed of grass, under a canopy of leaves and stars, just as they were now. “You’re mine.”