Rewrite the stars dance, a fairy tail fanfic

In The circular room 𝙻𝚞𝚌𝚢 found himself in was badly illuminated, the light seemingly drawn to where he stood in the middle of it, the outer edges of the room draped in shadow. It wasn't a clean room. Dirt or some kind of powdery stuff littered the floor. Just as fear began to lick at the heels of his confusion, music started to play.

It was catchy: gentle guitar strumming with a light bass backbeat. 𝙻𝚞𝚌𝚢 could lose himself to it, and in fact, he actually started swaying a little before-

"You know I want you…It's not a secret I try to hide."

𝙻𝚞𝚌𝚢 pivoted at the voice - no, not just words, but singing - behind him and he nearly fell back on his ass when his brain caught up with him that the person who was singing to him, voice smooth as honey and standing in the near shadows at the edge of the room was 𝙻𝚘𝚔𝚎. How he knew, 𝙻𝚞𝚌𝚢 couldn't say, because hardly anything but the height and dignified bearing was reminiscent of the ophidian monster 𝙻𝚞𝚌𝚢 had met in the graveyard and Ministry of Magic. This man, frankly, was beautiful; dark curls fell artfully over one side of his face with high, sharp cheekbones that only served to heighten the piercing stare he leveled at 𝙻𝚞𝚌𝚢. If the diary had preserved a 40ish year old Tom Riddle instead of his 16 year old self, this is what 𝙻𝚞𝚌𝚢 would have expected.

𝙻𝚞𝚌𝚢 was still gaping (ogling) at this strange sight when-

"I know you want me…so don't keep saying our hands are tied."

𝙻𝚘𝚔𝚎 - 𝙻𝚘𝚔𝚎 - was….singing. To 𝚑𝚎𝚛?

𝙻𝚞𝚌𝚢 glanced behind him to see if someone else was here with them, but no, it was just him and 𝙻𝚞𝚌𝚢 in this dust-covered room. So then why …?

Before 𝙻𝚞𝚌𝚢 could find the words to express his utter confusion, 𝙻𝚘𝚔𝚎 was singing again.

"You claim it's not in the cards, fate is pulling you miles away and out of reach from me."

Caught up in that beautiful voice, it was a few seconds before 𝙻𝚞𝚌𝚢 realized that 𝙻𝚘𝚔𝚎 was moving towards him, his steps slow and measured but definitely towards 𝙻𝚞𝚌𝚢. Maybe it was the strangeness of this strangely lit place, of 𝙻𝚘𝚔𝚎 - beautiful and singing and less murderous than normal - but the thought didn't occur to 𝙻𝚞𝚌𝚢 to run, move, get away! until 𝙻𝚘𝚔𝚎 was a mere stride away, the thought vanishing entirely when a hand reached out to gently (so gently) cup his face, the other feathering through 𝙻𝚞𝚌𝚢's messy hair.

"But you're here in my heart so who can stop me if I decide that you're my destiny?"

When 𝙻𝚘𝚔𝚎's words started to register in 𝙻𝚞𝚌𝚢's brain, it was like his thoughts were both going a mile a minute and yet were stuck in the mud. 'You know I want you'? 'I know you want me'? What the hell was going on here?

"What if we rewrite the stars?" 𝙻𝚘𝚔𝚎 crooned, staring into 𝙻𝚞𝚌𝚢's eyes with an intensity that felt strange, passionate rather than promising violence. "Say you were made to be mine. Nothing could keep us apart, you'd be the one I was meant to find…"

A thumb caressed 𝙻𝚞𝚌𝚢's cheek and he snapped out of the spell - it had to be a spell, what else could turn such an evil, loathsome creature into a beautiful man that looked at 𝙻𝚞𝚌𝚢 with love in his eyes, as if 𝙻𝚞𝚌𝚢 were the center of his universe - and broke the contact between them. 𝙻𝚞𝚌𝚢 took one step back, two, heart cantering in his chest when 𝙻𝚘𝚔𝚎 took steps to match his. 𝙻𝚞𝚌𝚢 quickly turned and set off across the room at a quick pace.

Had the room always been this big? its shadowy edges seemed so far away.

𝙻𝚘𝚔𝚎, of course, followed him.

"It's up to you, and it's up to me. No one can say what we get to be-"

A hand grasped 𝙻𝚞𝚌𝚢 by the wrist. With a small tug, 𝙻𝚞𝚌𝚢 was turned back to face 𝙻𝚘𝚔𝚎 and his coaxing liquid eyes. They were dark pools of burgundy, the color so entrancing 𝙻𝚞𝚌𝚢 nearly got lost in them. "So why don't we rewrite the stars? Maybe the world could be ours…tonight."

Wherever the hell the music in the room was, it began to swell, the energy picking up and teasing 𝙻𝚞𝚌𝚢's emotions higher, confusing him. 𝙻𝚞𝚌𝚢 broke out of the grip and backed away. He felt his mouth open, ready to let this man, this horrifying and beautiful man, have a piece of his mind, but the words that flew from 𝙻𝚞𝚌𝚢 were not his own. "You think it's easy? You think I don't want to run to you?"

Wait, what?

"But there are mountains and there are doors that we can't walk through."

What the hell? That was not what 𝙻𝚞𝚌𝚢 meant to say. The words - lyrics, or whatever - just sprung from his mouth, soft and despairing, as if 𝙻𝚞𝚌𝚢 ached for something he could not have. Which was stupid because like hell if he wanted-

But then 𝙻𝚞𝚌𝚢 was singing again.

"I know you're wondering why because we're able to be just you and me within these walls."

𝙻𝚞𝚌𝚢 stepped into 𝙻𝚘𝚔𝚎's personal space, now quite a bit that he couldn't even control his actions as he (against his own will) slid a hand up around 𝙻𝚘𝚔𝚎's neck and up into those dark, silky curls, pressing against the back of 𝙻𝚘𝚔𝚎's head until their foreheads met, their faces uncomfortably close together. And Merlin, he was even more beautiful up close. "But when we go outside, you're going to wake up and see that it was hopeless after all."

In a lingering caress, 𝙻𝚞𝚌𝚢 drew his hand down the curve of 𝙻𝚘𝚔𝚎's skull, watched with surprise how 𝙻𝚘𝚔𝚎's face relaxed in pleasure at the touch before 𝙻𝚞𝚌𝚢 was moving away backwards across the too-brightly lit room.

"No one can rewrite the stars," 𝙻𝚞𝚌𝚢's voice rang out, the words clear and mournful across the growing distance between them despite the music rising, vibrant now . "How can you say you'll be mine? Everything keeps us apart and I'm not the one you were meant to find." 𝙻𝚘𝚔𝚎 watched him back away, his face drawn with such loss and longing that 𝙻𝚞𝚌𝚢's heart tightened, knowing that he was the reason for the man's miserable state. 𝙻𝚞𝚌𝚢 shook his head and turned away.

Was he that caught up in this weird spell? "It's not up to you, it's not up to me -"

Muffled footsteps, coming closer.

"-when everyone tells us what we can be-"

A hand on his wrist again turned 𝙻𝚞𝚌𝚢 gently towards the man responsible for so much pain in his life, the same man that was looking at him with such love and yearning that 𝙻𝚞𝚌𝚢's heart ached at the sight, knowing that this couldn't be real and yet…and yet a part of him didn't care. It felt real.

"How can we rewrite the stars? Say that the world can be ours, tonight?"

With both hands, 𝙻𝚘𝚔𝚎 cupped 𝙻𝚞𝚌𝚢's face, as if 𝙻𝚞𝚌𝚢 were something delicate and precious and dear to him, his eyes bright and pleading.

𝙻𝚞𝚌𝚢's own hands reached up to grasp at the man's wrists. His emotions were at war, tangled and complicated in a way 𝙻𝚞𝚌𝚢 had never experienced, this weird bright room making them look and act and feel contrary to everything. It was dizzying. It was exhilarating.

𝙻𝚞𝚌𝚢 stepped even closer, his body near flush against 𝙻𝚘𝚔𝚎's and, at the same time:

"All I want is to fly with you," they sang, their voices blending together in perfect harmony, "all I want is to fall with you. So just give me all of you-"

"It feels impossible," both cried out, turning away out of those gentle hands, only for 𝙻𝚘𝚔𝚎 to step forward, pivoting with 𝙻𝚞𝚌𝚢, wrapping a hand around his waist to pull him close again.

"It's not impossible," both countered, coaxing 𝙻𝚞𝚌𝚢 even closer.

"Is it impossible?" Both asked, staring into those burgundy eyes, hopeful and having no idea of what he was even hopeful for.

Together, loud and fierce, as if they could change the universe through sheer will alone-

"Say that it's possibllllllle!"

Music rose, the energy of the moment curled around them, and 𝙻𝚞𝚌𝚢 felt himself swept up in some nameless dance with 𝙻𝚘𝚔𝚎, turning and spinning with the him, following his lead, unable to do anything but move and feel and sing-

"How do we rewrite the stars? Say you were made to be mine?"

they sang, dust swirling about their feet and catching the light as the two spun together, their bodies pressing tight and retreating only to meet again and again and again as they danced and sang.

"Nothing can keep us apart 'cause you are the one I was meant to find. It's up to you, and it's up to me. No one can say what we get to be. And why don't we rewrite the stars? Changing the world to be ours…"

Chests heaving from the passions stirring inside them, they spun away from each other, pausing with their outstretched hands clasped between them. The music fell quiet. They gazed at each other, neither speaking as the silence stretched between them. Devotion and adoration shone in 𝙻𝚘𝚔𝚎's eyes , his face utterly transformed by how happy he was just by being with 𝙻𝚞𝚌𝚢.

It was everything 𝙻𝚞𝚌𝚢 could want.

And it was nothing he could ever have.

It broke 𝙻𝚞𝚌𝚢's heart to let go of 𝙻𝚘𝚔𝚎's hand and slowly back away.

"You know I want you," 𝙻𝚞𝚌𝚢 sang, softly so that his voice wouldn't tremble under the strain of the emotions roiling beneath his skin, threatening to tear him apart. "It's not a secret I try to hide…. But I can't have you. We're bound to break and my hands…are tied…" (celestial laws)

𝙻𝚘𝚔𝚎's hand slowly fell to his side, his expression falling as well, his face becoming masklike as all emotion was reigned in. But the lack thereof was telling, and his eyes - 𝙻𝚞𝚌𝚢 swore he could see tears that the man was fighting not to let fall, 𝙻𝚞𝚌𝚢's words stinging him to the core.

None of it stopped 𝙻𝚞𝚌𝚢 from turning and walking away from 𝙻𝚘𝚔𝚎, his own tears falling freely down his face.

Their paths were destined to cross, 𝙻𝚞𝚌𝚢 knew, but not in this way.

Maybe they can rewrite the stars to together even if it's a risk.

Surely they will.