Note:
Flashbacks and thoughts in italics
'Thoughts' in the flashbacks are in 'single' inverted commas.
Edited, plus rating switched from T to M & Alternative Universe changed to Fairy Tail Universe.
I do not condone or encourage any behaviors in this story. It is simply a fictional story.
This story is inspired from the—
[Song by Kendrick Lamar and SZA — All The Stars, from Black Panther]
Love, let's talk about love
Is it anything and everything you hoped for?
Or do the feeling haunt you?
I know the feeling haunt you
This maybe the night that my dreams might let me know
All the stars are closer, all the stars are closer, all the stars are closer
This maybe the night that my dreams might let me know
All the stars are closer, all the stars are closer, all the stars are closer..
CHAPTER 1
Dancing in the stars means feeling closer with our histories, enjoying the present, and looking forward to the future with the memory of the past.
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He knew how to handle any lady like the back of his hand. Luring a woman was a piece of cake for him. That's why some chicks fangirled him, yelling out the words like "smexy lion" and "Leo-sama." There wasn't a solitary thing he hadn't experienced in his love life, and he preferred it that way.
It was a leisure to take pride in his stellar charms and seducing skills. He was past the phase of getting diverted and shaken by a provocative woman's touch. He was past the stage of feeling wasted flutterings in his gut. In any event, that was what he thought.
The peculiar fragrance of white jasmine and petrichor felt intoxicating for his taste. Yet, the soft skin squeezed to the back of his sweat-soaked middle felt far too good for his liking. Waking up next to a random girl wasn't bizarre for Loke. Had it been a usual morning, he would have just left the bed before tiny streaks of light flood through the clouds without even leaving as much as a second glance at the lass who had slept with him. However, things can change for good or bad, like right now. His intuitions pushed him harder and harder. He wanted to know who this person was, and he didn't know why. Gingerly, he pulled the spreads off his torso and turned his head. Dazed, he was, for a second at least. Should he exclaim a wow? Yes, he would've.
Loke stared at the hot, semi-naked figure lying to his left, unabashedly, mouth slightly agape in awe. It, no, she looked sensuously rested indeed. Upper body bare as the day she was born, covers remained loose at her gracefully thin waist. A pleasant sight, abundant for his lusty eyes to wander. Although he would deny that what he felt now felt way better than winning a 500,000 jewel lottery, he knew better. Unlike Celestial Spirit King, God's a generous man. Wasn't he? That's when Loke pondered why all these couldn't wretch off the tiniest bit of apprehension that flooded in his psyche. He was also aware of the subtle chill tingling within him, blood coursing wrongly to the south. He grinned. It seemed right than wrong. He looked down, where his hard-on greeted him through the sheets. So not that subtle, maybe! Oh. He'll have to take care of that. Only not here, not now.
Neath the rumpled sheets of white, her pretty head hid. Bright fringes cropped up from the edges, cascading over her in a beautiful mess. Regardless, as it should have done from Loke's leer, it did not obscure her oh-so ample bosom appropriately. The shade of her hair contrasted her creamy skin fabulously. He licked his thin lips, the corners of which pulled up into a smirk, wetting them a little before shaking his head and calling himself "lucky bastard." It's been some time since he felt like the lucky devil he is.
The distant sound of a cuckoo tore through the stillness, through the aria of calmness skirting them. A blue glaze painted the dawn sky just as drapes of mist whisked by the bleakly gusts. The bed cot let out a tiny creak out her elbow's weight. Rubbing her eyes, yawning, she stretched her long legs wearily. Feeling on her flesh, the familiar softness of fluffy cotton did soothe her nerves.
A sweet morning! Such a...,
Wonderful morning...?
Endless, almost as if someone kept banging on her poor skull from inside, her head pounded. With the November cold skimming her alabaster skin, the mattress lured her in.
She might have drunk two whole barrels yesterday night. Submitting to her honeyed wishes, she pulled the mushy duvet up her breasts to do just that. Who is she to deny an extra beauty sleep? Still and all, her mind beckoned her to wake the hell up, a hunch poking her gut. But the fatigue and enervation only added to her fancy to hug the pillow even more tightly, a routine in post-party daybreaks.
Juvia didn't have a care in the world while nuzzling deep into the pillow, heaving a mellow sigh of content. Her nose pressed onto the cushion, breathing in the musky scent. Heavenly, it felt.
What? Why can't Juvia squeeze it?
Why was the pillow hard?
Only the thin fabric of the duvet covering her visage separated her from her warm 'pillow.' Juvia stirred and groaned, turning around to lay face flat on the bed. Apart from her cringe at the purpose of waking up again, she felt odd between her legs. Changing positions appeared to be helping no more.
Why did it feel so sore?
She yanked the spreads off her body and lugged her calves out of the mattress. Or so Juvia thought ere her feet touched earth and dead leaves instead. In a fleeting second, her sleepy eyes fluttered open as she took in her vicinities perplexedly. An expanse of viridescent woodlands extended to the skyline, trunks looming over and into the yonder of a canopy. All around, that was all she saw—stygian barks and nestled flora—as she goggled anywhere and everywhere.
A bed cot in the middle of nowhere in the forests!? Did someone pull a prank on her? What else? That's it. Juvia's become a laughing stock lately.
In her puzzlement, Juvia, of course, didn't notice she was stark naked, that she stood butt bare in front of a pair of intensely observing orbs. It's not that she sleeps in her birthday suit on all occasions. Having had a strange habit of sleeping without any clothes on, right now, couldn't it make a reasonable explanation for being unenlightened of her complete state of undress.
Her dilemma, whether or not she should pinch herself to take the edge off her doubt, ate away at her. She needed reassurance: it's not one of her fantasies?
At this point, Loke could hardly contain himself. What he beheld mustn't be a piece of heaven but the absolute paradise in its sublime glory. Engrossing. Enrapturing. For a minute, breath taken away, as if someone scribbled over his figurative line of thought, he got blind to the familiarity—which he could've had—to the shock of blue hair that is her head.
His audible gulp deadened beneath the ambient tootle-too of nature, an easterly wind seeping beyond a bordering bamboo grove. For all that, the gentleman was having a hard time down there. A disquieting groan escaped his throat like a shot, except this time, Juvia didn't miss it. Tugging her out of her state, making her head whip towards the handsome owner of the sound, it did its job. Fingers jerked limply, the insides of her palms clammy. Her coruscant eyes were brimming pools of royal ink, heralding to flood out the next ticking second.
That's when the hues of her situation set about splashing on the blank canvas of her mind. The intricate puzzle pieces fit here and there beclouded. The reality that she woke up on a bed, in a "rainforest" god-knows-where and the goddamn pain between her legs set to burn more and more realistic to her senses! It took solely as much to drain any little energy she had left. Her face ashen like that of a corpse. Right then and there, she would've drilled her grave deep down the underworld and shut mute inside her coffin shell.
There before her was a man. His hair wispy like the flaring sun, and the chilling realization: she knew him. Daunted, rooted to the spot, she stood.
Eventually, from her silky legs to her big juicy jugs, his hazel orbs trailed to her turquoise locks bouncing about the air. Loke felt the air around him getting hotter with every leaping heartbeat. If only she weren't so unbearably hot.
By now, he convinced himself he hadn't ever met this person in his entire life. If it had been the case, he wouldn't have missed an opportunity to pursue her. He must've been chasing after this tantalizing goddess. She had such ruby lips, such silken eyelashes, blue and beautiful. However, ultimately, the time came for him to take in her visage thoroughly, a face to complete the image he just engraved into his mind...,
It hit him like an avalanche.
No Way in Fucking Hell!
"JUVIA!" That came out as a rasping, narrowly discernable wheeze from between his lips. Just her luck, the rugged floor had to be slick moss-coated. Swamped with apprehension, Juvia began backing off. One slip of her toes on the moss-coated floor was all it took for her to stumble, then collapse.
Loke-san?
Much faster than you can say: Indiana Jones, her soft body smashed with the mess of roots, fronds, and dusky twigs. She could only let out a sharp yelp of pain ere her derrière reddened peachily from the impact.
Forehead puckered and jaw clenched in concern, reflexively, Loke shot up from his position in the bed. His once steeple hands jerked to wrap the sheets around his bottom to come to her aid. This shan't be the time to line up additional red flags? He better cover himself up. Yet, the titanic red light before him is left untamed! Juvia? No, not simply Juvia. A "naked" Juvia.
Memories flashed in his mind, hurtling past the sheen screen of his irises. Drunk was the shenanigan of last night's witching hours, not the incandescent sensations of sex, not the way they felt each other's heat, not the euphoria that had been afire when they kissed. To him, they were as clear as day. He remembers every little detail. He remembers they had gone all the way, down and dirty.
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Author's Note:
As you can see, this is a Loke X Juvia Fanfiction. Call it Julo/Lovia. And yup, I love this ship.
Had a fun time writing this, had taken some pretty good effort too! Do leave a review; allow me a peek inside the reader's mind. Open those gates for me and send me some sunshowers / hurricanes! They are deeply appreciated and accepted! (if they're not disrespectful, that is ;)