#alshulk

[cross-mountain]

The future is yours

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[dirty-xenobladeconfessions]

awkward sounding ship names are like my ultimate pet peeve if you say alshulk or shulkza or whatever the fuck you can go to hell

[lhoneygod]

weird. kissy shalvis drabble. thing. idk. its 3 am and im still thirsty. wtf.

“You are important,” he says, breath just barely puffing past the shell of his ear, “More than you could ever know at the… present moment.” Shulk leans into fingers that comb so lovingly through his hair, the pads of kind digits gently rubbing along his scalp as the owner of them speaks softly. When there is a pause, the blond replies, his voice somewhat thick. “I don’t understand.” Blue eyes remain closed, and what feels like a pair of lips brushes over his right cheek. “You do not know it now, but you will,” the being smiles, “Give it time.” The heir to the Monado feels drowsy. This was a dream, was it not? He remembered falling asleep with the others next to a warm fire. This voice, one that coos so softly into his thoughts, sounded familiar. And yet he cannot make sense of who or what it is. Again, Shulk speaks, brows now coming together in confusion. “Who are you? How are you… doing this?” The voice chuckles quietly, hand tangled in pale yellow locks sinking down to cup the back of his neck, pulling him close to something. Something warm. There is breath on his mouth now, and Shulk inhales out of reflex. His mind is in a fog, but the scent is intoxicating. Another mouth pecks his lips. “Be patient,” it whispers, a second hand palming the side of the Homs’ face. Shulk’s stomach ties itself in knots, curiosity mixing with anticipation. “Please, I—I need to know what more I can do. I know I can help more people. Save more. I can’t let any more die.” Something begins caressing his jaw – someone’s thumb? – and the voice purrs more words against the heir’s lips, causing them to part, his tongue pressing to the roof of his own mouth. “You will find your way.” Frustration begins to replace his curiosity, and Shulk frowns. “I need to know now. People are counting on me. Counting on… the Monado. I need to know—“ A kiss muffles his concerns. Lips lock together, and for a moment or two Shulk forgets. Forgets the responsibility, the war, his journey… All that matters now is the heat in his face, and the mouth moving thoughtfully against his own. He is unsure how long the kiss lasted, or when he began to taste the other’s tongue slide hotly over his. Eyes easily stay closed as languid actions continue, only finally breaking as the Homs nearly forgets his own need to breathe. His intake air is a shaky one, and after what feels like an eternity, he cracks open his eyes. Glassy blue hues take in metallic ones for a split second before he wakes with a start. The smell of a dying campfire fills his nose as the teen attempts to move past the haze in his head. Licking his lips, still drunk off the sensation fabricated from a dream, he stares up at the shining Ether above, silently wishing with a pounding heart that he had not opened his eyes.

[cross-mountain]

Memory space

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[lhoneygod]

ga y.

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[lhoneygod]

a brief summary of shalvis