concept: we’re lying in bed, the first time you’ve slept over. we’re both half asleep but i cant stop staring at your lips and thinking about kissing you. finally i whisper and ask if i can. even in the dark i can see you cheeks flush and you nod your head yes. i lean in to give you a soft and slow kiss. kissing you feels like magic, everything i hoped it would be and more
One year ago, alien
life came to Earth. But the strangest part of Ella Sanders’s life hasn’t even
begun. After a fight with her fiancé, Ella’s sister Claire sacrifices herself
to save a train and the city of Sacramento from a bomb. So when one of the
alien visitors tells Ella and her sister’s fiancé Tobias about reincarnation
and a universe that always repays its favors, she jumps at the chance she her
sister again. She travels to the future and a galaxy light-years away, dragging
a reluctant Tobias with her. But finding one person in a vast universe isn’t
easy, even with the help of some new friends: a starship crew with a mission of
justice and a super-powered captain with a reputation known all across the
As they try to navigate an ever-stranger
future, Ella and Tobias find themselves caught in the middle of a sinister plot
as the search for Claire continues; connecting destroyed planets, assassination
attempts, and maybe even Claire’s death itself. But is it really Claire they
are meant to find after all?
100% have not been sleeping well lately, and what i wouldn’t give for someone to roll me up in a blanket rn and tell me a cute little bedtime story about idk a panda on a quest for adventure or something… *flails wildly trying to get comfortable for three hours*
I don’t know what’s happening with me but lately I’ve been feeling so needy, like I want a boyfriend to cuddle with me and kiss me and hug me and watch movies with me and have randomly rood trips but at the same time I’m perfectly fine being single and independent
Abraxas snuggles closer into the other boy’s side. “No.”
“Asleep people don’t answer.” Tom smiled, his lips barely touching Abraxas’ forehead, making him open an eye.
“They probably don’t date annoying people though.” He sat up slightly, moving his pillow. “So what do you want?”
Tom looked away, pulling at a loose thread on the blanket. “It’s not important. Go back to sleep.”
Abraxas yawned. “No.” Tom looked up at him and he grinned slightly. “This is clearly important, so just tell me.”
Tom looked away. “I’m thinking of changing my name.” His voice was so quiet Abraxas could barely hear him. “Well, not changing exactly, but a pseudonym.”
“What to?” Abraxas said after a moment. He knew how much Tom hated his father. He was there when he got back from visiting.
Tom lifted his wand from the bedside table, writing his name in glittering gold letters before them. He glared at them for a second as Abraxas ran his hands through Tom’s hair. A quick flick of his wand had Tom’s name rearranging itself. As they settled, Abraxas slid back down, murmuring what it said.
“'I am Lord Voldemort.’ I like it.”
Tom turned to face him. “You don’t think it’s too much. I thought it would help create a hierarchy and you-”
Abraxas cut him off with a kiss. “I like it, my lord.” He whispered against Tom’s lips, gasping when Tom kissed him suddenly.
They parted a few minutes later, Abraxas laughing. “I need to sleep, my Lord. Some of us have early classes.”
“Miss it.” Tom kissed him again, but sighed when they parted. “You’re not gonna miss it, are you?”
Abraxas shook his head and they curled around each other, the letters still shining above them.