war-eternal

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The rain Children ! Klance AU


“Since the Great Sundering, the world has been divided into two parts : the land of fire, a vast desert inhabited by the people of the Pyross, and the land of water, inhabited by the Hydross.The two people know very little about one another, and they cannot even touch one another, as the contact of Hydross skin burns the Pyross, and vice versa.Peace between Hydross and Pyross seems impossible, but two young people, a Pyross named Keith and a young Hydross, Lance, meet one another in improbable circumstances and try desperately to stop the eternal war.”


  • The Pyros are the Galra Empire
  • Keith is a Pyros who lives alone, his mother was a Paladin of the Sun and a Famous dragon slayer.
  • Keith Brother , Shiro, was also a Paladin of the Sun
  • Shiro lost his arm because of the Rain.
  • Shiro has been said dead during a Mission but he joined the resistance
  • Matt was Shiro hoseman and leaves with him for the resistance
  • Lotor is a Paladin of the Sun too and Keith is his hoseman
  • Lance is part of the royal family of the Hydros
  • He is Allura’s brother
  • He is a Dragon’s friend and trainer, his dragon is named Blue

If you didn’t see the rain children I recommand you this movie it’s cool to watch and i loved watching it when I was a kid!

Heaven - Alex Summers

pairing: alex summers x fem!reader

words: 1.1k

warnings: fluffy smut, oral (fr), unprotected sex (wrap it before you tap it)

a/n: just a little something to put out there while i’m working through my requests ;)

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@rax-writes , @alexsunmners , @emmcfrxst , @madelyne-pryor , @haankmccoy

hope you don’t mind me taggin’ you!

The rain pounded against the windows as Alex lifted you up, hands gripping your thighs firmly, and pressed you against the wall. You wrapped your legs around his waist, heels resting on the curve of his lower back. He gasped as you kissed him harshly, your lips dancing a beautifully intricate dance.

It felt like a lifetime ago that the two of you had been together like this. The last time was three years ago before he had left for the war. But now that he was back and alive all those feelings that had been repressed in an attempt to distance yourself from the thought of him had resurfaced with a newfound tenacity.

He held you as he pulled away from the wall, you still clinging onto him, and walked over to the bed the two of you shared. He set you on the bed gently as he pulled off his t-shirt. You saw all the thin lines of scars from some smaller than others, some deeper than others.

For the first time in years, Alex felt like he could finally have a happy ending. Like everything he fought for and everything he fought through was all to get to this moment.

You smiled and slowly took your nightgown off. He groaned, running his hands up and down your sides as you ran your hands through the hairs brushing the back of his neck.

He had yearned for your touch the three years he was away. You were the only thought that kept him going. His hands wound themselves in your hair and lightly pulled it, causing you to lean your head back. He kissed from the base of your neck to your chest. You moaned as he stopped on top of your breast and nibbled gently.

He stood up and removed his pants and boxers in a fluid motion, his half-hard member freed from its constraints. He slowly moved so he hovered above you, before ducking down to capture your lips with his. Your lips reunited as you opened up for him. He ran his tongue along the roof of your mouth, trailing kisses down the valley between your breasts and stopping just below your navel, all while maintaining eye-contact.

This.

All those months spent in the war and he kept going, kept surviving, knowing that when he came back he would be coming back to this.

To you.

In that moment he had no recollection of who Vietnam had turned him into, what he had done. He was just there. Struggling to catch the breath that the beauty in front of him stole when you pressed your lips to his.

He lowered his mouth to the apex of your thighs and began rubbing small circles on your inner thighs, his hot breath hitting your exposed core raising goosebumps.

“Alex,” you whimpered, biting your bottom lip. “Just do some-agh, fuck.” His tongue darted out quickly, pressing against your bundle of nerves, as his hand began to travel further south. Your knuckles turned white as he pushed a finger past your entrance, moving slowly, before adding a second finger.

You clutched his arm like it was the only thing keeping you on earth as you threw your head back. You began to move your hips in sync with his fingers, but he quickly pressed a calloused hand to your hips, holding them still. You gasped, hands gripping the gray sheets. That was all the confidence he needed to move his fingers faster and suck on your clit earnestly. You were writhing under his hand, but he continued to hold your hips down with his free hand.  With every motion, every swift movement of his hand, he maintained eye contact. Even with the firm hand on your hips, they bucked, back arching off the bed.

Fire seemed to crawl up your skin and in a flash, you broke. You threw your head back, hips pressing against Alex’s hand. “Alex,” you moaned wantonly.

You greedily inhaled the cool air that had settled around you. He stretched out above you, his head descending to your breast. It took one graze of teeth against flesh and you were clawing at his back. You hooked your legs around him and whimpered as he rubbed against you. “Oh God…” you gasped, feeling his lips meet your neck again.

“Please,” your eyes clouded yet pleading.

That was his undoing.

He grasped his length, positioning it at your entrance. He brushed his lips against your nipple, your neck, your jaw. Finally, his mouth met yours as he slid in. You gasped as you lost yourself in the heat that your bodies emanated.

The feeling of your skin beneath his fingertips, your lips on his neck -

Heaven.

That’s the only way he could describe it. The ultimate high. This was a moment where he felt himself, piece by brittle, broken piece, come back together. He watched as you, like a worn tapestry, unraveled before his eyes. Thread by thread, strand by strand, you were coming undone.

And my God was you gorgeous.

He lifted you up, your legs resting on either side of his hips.

You made him feel complete like he hadn’t just spent three years walking around as an empty shell of the man he once was. You made him feel like every bad thing he went through was just a dream.

You tangled your fingers in your hair, tugging slightly, drawing a moan from his throat. You whimpered as he lightly bit down where your neck meets your shoulder. He rasped your name as you ground your hips against him, guiding yourself up and down his cock. You threw your head back, crying his name.

He grabbed your hips firmly, hastening his thrusts until he met his climax, your name coming out in murmured gasps. You cried out, your nails digging into his biceps, leaving crescent-shaped indentations in his alabaster skin. He carefully removed himself from you and laid there, panting.

He curled around you like he was a question mark and you were the answer he had been searching for. You turned on your side, facing him and smiled tiredly, burying your face in his neck. “I love you, Alex Summers.”

“I love you too, doll.” he wrapped his arm around your waist, pulling you closer so you could rest your head on his chest.

It was then, he decided, that without you, he was lost. Without you, he was no one.

Without you, he might as well spend the next eternity at war - it would hurt a lot less than living without you.

homestuck lesbians and what your brand says about you. a futcharadia and roselalonde collaboration
  • jade: doesn't have enough info on their about but you trust them anyway. probably furries but the cute kind
  • john: in an eternal war over whether he's a twink or bear. i've never met a john lesbian who wasn't incredibly cursed.
  • rose: either very preoccupied with grimdark rose content or depress'd lesbian rose in sweatpants content. you can tell by whether they type in lowercase or not.
  • dave: read too many background ship rosemary fics and now here they are. traumatized gays but don't like vriska
  • jane: in denial of the fact that there are any boys in homestuck at all. they all have incredible aesthetics and perfect themes.
  • jake: don't actually like homestuck and are probably blogging 90's anime now. only producers of good dirkjake content
  • roxy: they're all funnymen. they probably like dirk but make fun of him to hide it
  • dirk: cursed. they all really like dirkjohn for some reason
  • calliope: rare but generally flawless.
  • caliborn: rare and universally despised
  • aradia: really cool with a witchy aesthetic. really love obscure poly femslash ships.
  • tavros: if you're out there, please call us.
  • sollux: there are only two in existence and they are both incredibly valid. the ONLY sollux fans you can trust!!
  • karkat: very nice but also mysterious. love karkat but understand that he is often bad and embarrassing like no one else. probably communist
  • nepeta: love obscure girl ships and only blog about girls homestuck screwed over. casual equius fans, but probably chill. DEFINITELY furries.
  • kanaya: every single one loves rosemary. blog far more pictures of pretty women than any other homestuck lesbian combined. probably gothy, but with incredible taste.
  • terezi: write incredibly long meta posts about comphet in homestuck. leading the pack in depressed lesbian content. they LOVE vrisrezi and will start vriscourse about it.
  • vriska: You know.
  • equius: see gamzee
  • gamzee: see eridan
  • eridan: see equius
  • feferi: we're legally barred from writing anything about feferi here but hope you enjoyed the post!