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Hey, who’s idea was this? 🥶
#winter camping#rooftop tent#chilly#camp and ski#parking lot kids#weekend warriors#Utah life#mountain life#living the dream
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|| “I've got you“ ||
Bakugou Katsuki x Fem!Reader Fluff!!
A/N: It's been a long time y'all, so here's a short Bakugou fluff. I hope you like it!!
Once upon a time, in a bustling city where quirks and heroes reigned, there lived a fiery hero-in-training named Katsuki Bakugou. Known for his explosive personality and powerful quirk, he was fiercely determined to become the greatest hero. Yet, amidst battles and training, there was one person who could make his fiery heart flutter like no other—Y/N, a fellow classmate from the Infamous Hero School called U.A
Y/N was an aspiring hero-in-training with a heart of gold, her unwavering support and kindness touching everyone around her, especially Bakugou. Despite his gruff exterior, Bakugou found solace in Y/N's presence, drawn to her quiet strength and unwavering belief in him.
One sunny afternoon, as cherry blossoms painted the city in hues of pink, Bakugou found himself training in the park with Y/N and while Y/N watched from a distance, admiring his dedication, A stray villain's attack caught them off guard, which made Bakugou swiftly jumped in to protect Y/N, shielding her from harm with his explosive quirk.
"I've got you," he muttered, his voice filled with both concern and determination. Y/N's heart raced at his closeness, feeling the warmth of his protection.
Later, under the fading sunset, they sat on a bench, the cool breeze tugging at their hair. Bakugou, usually not one for words, turned to Y/N, a rare softness in his eyes.
"You know, you're annoyingly important to me," he grumbled, a faint blush dusting his cheeks.
Y/N chuckled, feeling her heart swell. "I feel the same way, Katsuki."
With a huff, Bakugou looked away, trying to hide the way his heart skipped a beat. But then, he tentatively reached for Y/N's hand, his touch gentle yet firm, intertwining their fingers.
"Idiot," he muttered, but his grip tightened, expressing what his words couldn't.
In that quiet moment, amidst the city's chaos and heroism, Bakugou and Y/N found a different kind of strength—in each other's presence, in the unspoken emotions, in a bond that bloomed like the cherry blossoms, painting their world with love and warmth.
Days flew by after the Incident and Their bond grew stronger with each passing day, as they navigated the challenges of hero training together. Bakugou found himself opening up more to Y/N, sharing his fears, dreams, and vulnerabilities that he had never shown to anyone before. Y/N, in turn, became his pillar of support, always there to reassure him and boost his confidence, even during his most trying moments.
One rainy evening, after a particularly grueling training session, they found themselves taking shelter under a canopy, raindrops creating a soothing melody around them. Bakugou, usually reserved about his feelings, spoke softly, "I don't know how you manage to put up with me."
Y/N smiled, reaching out to wipe away the raindrops from his cheek. "Because underneath that tough exterior, there's someone truly remarkable."
Their gazes locked, a silent understanding passing between them. Without a word, Bakugou leaned in, pressing a tender kiss on Y/N's lips, a gesture filled with a depth of emotion he struggled to express verbally.
As time passed, their relationship blossomed, becoming an anchor amid the chaos of their heroic endeavors. They found solace in stolen moments together, amidst the city's constant need for heroes, often sharing quiet evenings atop city rooftops, watching the stars glitter above the urban skyline.
Their classmates at U.A noticed the change in Bakugou—how his demeanor softened, how he'd unconsciously seek Y/N's presence in a crowded room, and how a genuine smile graced his lips more frequently.
Their love story became a whispered legend among the hero students, a testament to the power of finding someone who complements and supports you in ways no one else can.
And as they stood together, facing the challenges of a hero's life side by side, they knew that their love was a strength that would endure through any trial, a beacon of hope in a world that often needed saving.
#_kyozume#bakugo x reader#bakugou x reader#bakugo fluff#bakugou fluff#katsuki bakugou x reader#bakugou katsuki x reader#bakugo katsuki x reader#katsuki bakugo x reader#bakugo x y/n#bakugo x you#bakugou self insert
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congratulations to @nightgoodomens for making me write the first ficlet of the year! this is so schmoopy and soft it almost makes me want to turn it super angsty instead—but i didn't, so enjoy the happiness while it lasts. inspired by this post.
you can also find it on ao3!
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"Amazing how they came up with this all on their own, isn't it?"
Crowley leans back and stretches his neck as far as it will go, losing himself not in the noise but the spaces between sparks, the stars no one can see but are there living and shining nevertheless.
They find themselves on a different rooftop every year, always close enough to see it all but far enough away to create their own bubble of shared joy. His coat is hanging open, the cold, smoke-saturated air rushing past him, and when he closes his eyes just for a second, he can pretend the fireworks exploding above him are galaxies being born; his creations, still right where he put them after all this time.
Next to him, Aziraphale hums quietly, knowing all too well that Crowley is not expecting a response—nor would he hear it if he were to give him one. Instead, he keeps his gaze on his face, tracing the lines of his profile as he carefully pulls off his gloves, finger by finger, before stuffing them into his pocket. He remembers, oh, he remembers, the innocent love he saw flowing through him back then, before time, before earth, before Mother became God became the Almighty.
Before all they loved was lost, one way or another. Then again, while defying all possible odds, they managed to find it once more, not just in each other but in humanity.
Another explosion showers them with sparks that will never reach their skin, and a bright shout of joy follows right after, Crowley's eyes impossibly wide.
"Beautiful," he whispers, and Aziraphale cannot stop himself from tentatively pressing their palms together.
Absently yet with deeply ingrained care, Crowley intertwines their hands, pulling him closer to point at a spot in the sky, and there is smoke on his lips and warmth in their bodies—the same heat, given freely, shared.
"If you go that way, do you know where you'll land?"
Shuffling towards him until he can rest his chin on Crowley's shoulder, he carefully lifts their joined hands to brush a kiss over his knuckles, still watching him, carving out a spot for his fire-lit face in his memory.
"Alpha Centauri," he replies softly, leaving another, almost imperceptible kiss on his cheek.
"Alpha Centauri," Crowley confirms, leaning their heads together, and for a while, the world is everything he ever wanted it to be.
#alex writes good omens#good omens#crowley#aziraphale#good omens season 2#go2#aziracrow#crowley x aziraphale#ineffable husbands#ineffable wives#ineffable spouses#happy new year#to more writing and ineffable idiots#fluff. too much fluff. makes my skin itch#tiny tiny bit of angst because otherwise i would have exploded on the spot
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𝐃𝐀𝐘𝐋𝐈𝐆𝐇𝐓
*✧･ﾟ: *✧･ﾟ
summary: y/n is on her world tour and sings a surprise song that might be dedicated to someone …
oscar piastri x fem!reader
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You paced around backstage, twirling your hair with your fingers and going over every step and lyric in your head. Despite it being your 48th show on your world tour, this one felt more intense, more pressuring, purely because you knew he was in the crowd.
You were brought out of your thoughts by a light tap on your shoulder, causing you to snap your head around to the perpetrator.
Oscar Piastri’s wide smile adorned his face and caused a familiar feeling of butterflies to swarm your stomach; reaching your arms up and wrapping them around Ocsar’s shoulders.
He quickly caught into your embrace and cradled the back of your head, kissing your temple. “You’ll do great, I know you will.” He whispered, his free hand running down the embroidered bodysuit that hugged your figure. His brow raised at the beautiful sight of you and couldn’t wait to take the outfit back home.
You heard the crew call your name so you backed away from your boyfriend, “I’ll see you after, I love you.” He bumped his nose with yours, “I love you too.”
He leaned down to kiss your lips and sighed into you, your hands reaching into his hair. You pulled back, “Ok, Osc I really have to go.” He pulled you back in by your waist.
“They can wait.” He mumbled, “They’ve paid and sat in this boiling weather to see me, you see me every day, Osc!” You laughed as he reluctantly let go, “I’ll bring the orange bodysuit home if you let me go now.” He quickly dropped his hands off your waist and skipped back to his VIP tent, hearing your laughter as he disappeared further from you.
*✧･ﾟ: *✧･ﾟ
Rumour spread pretty quickly that a Formula 1 Driver was spotted in the VIP tent of your concert. But fans didn’t think much of it, rather traded friendship bracelets with him and took blurry, grainy photos of him for fan pages.
However, fan’s perception changed as you sat down in front of your piano for the surprise songs.
“Hello Sydney!” You laughed into the microphone, hearing the Aussie crowd erupt in cheers and hollers at the song of their hometown. “I hope you’re all enjoying the show!” The reaction from the crowd was enough to tell you that they seemed to be more than happy with it.
You cleared your throat, taking a subtle glance to the VIP tent as you saw a bright orange cap catch your attention. You smiled at his direction, knowing his would return it despite you not being able to see his face.
“I’ve got a surprise for you, Sydney…” You couldn’t help your broad smile lighten up your face at the screams from fans at the barricade.
“The song I’m going to play you is one I haven’t done before… it’s one of my favourites and it means the a lot to me and …others.”
The crowd got impossibly louder, “Here we go…” You adjusted the microphone and looked down at the piano, smiling to yourself and you played the first notes.
None of the fans had clocked onto which song you were playing yet, which made it much more enjoyable for you; taking a deep breath as you sang the first lyric.
“My love was a cruel as the cities I lived in”
Fans began screaming and so many flashes of people filming appeared, people crying and jumping up and down at the song choice.
“I don’t wanna look at anything else now that I saw you”
Your red cheeks and genuine smile was pure and making the fans go wild.
Oscar stood in the VIP tent with a smile and blushing cheeks, swaying to your voice knowing he wrote this song with you. He mouthed the lyrics in time with you and looked at you with heart eyes; a pure look of raw, scream-it-from-the-rooftops love.
“I only see daylight, daylight, daylight, daylight”
You peered over to the VIP tent and saw his orange cap moving along to the beat, the same colour matching the dress that covered your shoulders as of now.
It took the fans a moment for them to realise what was going on, connecting the dots; the love song, the interview, the colour of your dress, the colour Oscar Piastri sports, why Oscar was there, the blush on both of your cheeks.
Holy shit. Y/N Y/L/N and Oscar Piastri were in love.
“I once believed love would be black and white, but it’s golden”
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#oscar piastri x reader#oscar piastri#oscar piastri smau#oscar piastri fanfic#oscar piastri fluff#oscar piastri x you#oscar piastri au#oscar piastri angst#oscar piastri social media au#oscar piastri series
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omg i think a geto x gojo x reader would be fun to see but more as an au LOL where geto doesn’t leave bc 💔💔 like headcanons of high school geto x gojo x reader and then them together during family formations era
𝘈/𝘕: 𝘚𝘛𝘖𝘗 𝘛𝘏𝘐𝘚 𝘙𝘕 𝘢𝘵𝘵𝘦𝘯𝘵𝘪𝘰𝘯 𝘢𝘭𝘭 𝘐’𝘮 𝘥𝘰𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘢𝘯 𝘈𝘜 (𝘰𝘯𝘭𝘺 𝘨𝘯𝘢 𝘣𝘦 2 𝘱𝘢𝘳𝘵𝘴) 𝘰𝘧 𝘍𝘢𝘮𝘪𝘭𝘺 𝘍𝘰𝘳𝘮𝘢𝘵𝘪𝘰𝘯𝘴 - 𝘸𝘩𝘢𝘵 𝘸𝘰𝘶𝘭𝘥 𝘩𝘢𝘷𝘦 𝘩𝘢𝘱𝘱𝘦𝘯𝘦𝘥 𝘪𝘧 𝘪𝘵 𝘩𝘢𝘥 𝘣𝘦𝘦𝘯 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘎𝘦𝘵𝘰-𝘎𝘰𝘫𝘰-𝘍𝘶𝘴𝘩𝘪𝘨𝘶𝘳𝘰 𝘧𝘢𝘮𝘪𝘭𝘺 𝘪𝘯𝘴𝘵𝘦𝘢𝘥? 𝘛𝘩𝘪𝘴 𝘪𝘴 𝘱𝘢𝘳𝘵 𝘰𝘯𝘦 <3
𝘊𝘞: 𝘱𝘪𝘹𝘪𝘦 𝘧𝘶𝘤𝘬𝘪𝘯 𝘢𝘳𝘰𝘶𝘯𝘥 𝘸 𝘪𝘥𝘦𝘢𝘴, 𝘱𝘰𝘭𝘺 𝘨𝘦𝘵𝘰-𝘨𝘰𝘫𝘰-𝘳𝘦𝘢𝘥𝘦𝘳, 𝘪𝘥𝘪𝘰𝘵𝘴, 𝘴𝘮𝘶𝘵𝘵𝘺. 𝘭𝘪𝘣𝘦𝘳𝘵𝘪𝘦𝘴 𝘸 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘵𝘪𝘮𝘦𝘭𝘪𝘯𝘦, mdni i stg
𝙒𝙝𝙖𝙩 𝙘𝙤𝙪𝙡𝙙 𝙝𝙖𝙫𝙚 𝙗𝙚𝙚𝙣?
I feel like you and Gojo still get together first, such undeniable love and attraction just drags you two together no matter what reality.
However, you start to realise you’re in love with Geto - I don’t think Gojo realises for a while that he is completely head over heels for his best friend, but you can see it clear as day. You see how Geto looks at him too, but you’re completely clueless as to how to approach the topic with anyone. You love both the boys, and Gojo loves you both too.
Eventually, one late night on a sky rise building rooftop, just you and Gojo, you tell him you know about his feelings for Geto. He just smiles and sees he knows too, saying you’re not as good at hiding as you think.
You ask him would he rather be with him, to which he responds that he feels like you’re a piece of him - one he couldn’t live without. If Geto was his twin flame, then you were his soulmate. A surprising moment of maturity from the six eyes. The vulnerability between you both leads to you both moaning and wrapped in each others bodies under the stars, professing your love for each other as the sheer level of trust and openness in your relationship only strengthens it.
Shoko is in hell. The mental fatigue of watching this absolute triangle of feelings is what drives her to smoking.
Eventually, it’s a late night, Shoko is away having a ‘friendly sleepover’ with Utahime so it’s just you and the boys in Gojo’s dorm room, it’s third year now so you’re all talking about where you could live after you graduate.
Gojo suggests getting an apartment together, the three of you, since Shoko wants to travel for a year.
Geto says he doesn’t want to play third wheel 24/7, you joke that you play third wheel to them more often - then Gojo just smiles, wide and confident as ever.
“What if nobody third wheeled?” He smirks.
Your jaw dropped open, you’d both talked about how you’d love to have Geto in the relationship too but you didn’t know how to go about that - or if he would be interested. Luckily, Shoko had drunkenly let slip to Gojo as he gave her a piggyback home one night that Geto had confessed he loved you both the last time they shared a joint in his dorm.
You gape at his confidence, born through his status as heir to one of the three big clans and the most powerful sorcerer alive. He knows himself, and his worth.
“Stop bullshitting, Satoru.” Suguru huffs a laugh.
Your boyfriend glances at you - silently searching your face for apprehension. You just smile and nod at him.
“He’s not, Suguru.” You smile at him, hand clasping Satoru’s.
“Only thing better than 2 is 3.” Satoru shrugs.
Suguru just searches your faces for a second, eyes narrowed as if searching for traces of the usual mischief you both get up to.
When he finds none, he runs a hand through his hair.
“You - both of you?”
“Both of us, you’re quite the heartthrob.” Satoru smirks.
“It’s not just physical, Suguru - I - we, we love you.” You tentatively reach out your other hand that’s not entwined with Satoru’s and touch Suguru’s cheek, cradling his sharp jaw in your hand.
He tenses for a second, eyes darting between you both.
“Fuck.” Is the only thing that escapes his mouth before he crashes his lips against yours, messily and hungrily as his other hand grasps the back of Satoru’s hair to tug him in to you both.
Geto tastes like coffee, coffee and something spicier - it’s like a dichotomy because Satoru always taste of sweetness and mint and you realise they’re truly Sugar and Spice.
Suguru’s lips are more rough than Satoru’s, an all consuming, devouring feeling - as if he would eat you whole if you let him. He moans when you slide your hand into his hair as you use the other one to steady yourself on Satoru’s thigh. Nibbling at Suguru’s lower lip, his hand on your waist tightens before he lets go and pulls Gojo toward him, meeting his lips in an equally ferocious way. Watching your boyfriend of almost 2 years and the other man you’re in love with passionate make out sends a jolt though your spine right down to your belly, you wonder if this was how Satoru felt watching you.
Satoru’s hands lay possessive on Geto’s jawline as he lets out a groan when Geto slightly tugs his hair to the side for easier access. You can see the beginnings of two tents in each of the boys trousers - and you smirk. While they’re busy up there… maybe you could get busy down here…
You push in between them, not breaking the kiss and sit on Satoru’s lap, beginning to alternate leaving soft pecks and hot open mouthed kisses on both the boy’s necks and the each reach a hand to grab onto your waist. The taste of each of their skin lingers in your mouth and you let out a soft whine as Satoru’s free hand snakes around your waist and he separates from Geto.
“Princess, we’ve had plenty of time to have fun together - haven’t we? How about you be a good girl now and show your new boyfriend how good you make me feel, hm?” He says, with a languid smirk - cocky as ever, but oh so dominant that you just eagerly nod and look to Suguru who just smirks back and pats his lap.
“You too, Satoru. No slacking’ off, c’mere pretty boy.” Suguru drawls.
You place yourself on your knees and bend down at the waist at Satoru resumes kissing Suguru above you, Suguru’s hands are on Satoru’s hips, whose right hand is playing with your hair as your trail kisses on Suguru’s clothed thighs. You tug at his shirt, and Satoru’s too - a signal for them to remove it and you whimper at the sight. Both toned, abs for days - equally solid and broad - more scars and a large chest tattoo of a beautiful dragon adoring Suguru. You can’t believe you’re here - watching them sloppily devour each other while you’re on your knees.
“Ah-ah, babydoll - hardly fair for just us to strip is it?” Suguru says, his first command to you has you squirming.
You can already tell that when it comes to sex, you’re at the bottom of the pecking order here.
“I was just enjoying the view, ‘Guru.” You smile innocently, batting your lashes.
“Manners, princess.” Satoru warns.
You lift your soft sweater up over your shoulders and you’re very glad you decided on the cute lilac lace bra today because both men are audibly impressed.
“What a fuckin’ view. Should have done this so much sooner.” Suguru growls.
Soon enough, you’re tugging Suguru’s boxers down his thighs and a girthy, drool inducing cock sitting around 7.5 inches slaps against his stomach, a soft sweat emanating from the white haired man above you as you consider that you really have the best of both worlds. Satoru is longer, 9 inches and painfully pretty with a delicious curve and girth enough to feel the stretch but Suguru - you know your hand won’t fit around that. Kitten licking at the top, you enjoy the view of Suguru sucking marks into Satoru’s pale skin as he palms the groaning boy through his CK boxers.
The rest of the night passes in the three of you basking in the feeling and heat of newly professed love and exploring your bodies - Suguru occasionally sitting to watch Satoru fuck you so he can figure out what you both like, and then proceeding to experiment with you both.
You’re glad Shoko isn’t there, because the building probably rattled with the force of an earthquake through the night.
The next morning, you woke up entangled with the boys and giggled, heart so full.
You three went out for waffles, then talked about how this would work. You worried about what the Gojo Clan would say - Satoru said he didn’t give a flying fuck. Suguru huffed a laugh at the fact that the three strongest sorcerers alive were now together, which made you laugh at how much the higher ups are going to fucking hate it.
Suguru told you both he loved you both too in the early hours of the morning, even though you told him there was no pressure. Satoru then called him his boyfriend and you his girlfriend seconds later to which you poked him in the chest saying “Jesus, ‘toru! We gotta ask him out! We can’t just assume.”
“Princess - did I ever ask you out? No - I saw what I wanted and took it. So I’m just doing the same.”
When Shoko came home the next day, she just walked in on you kissing Suguru and holding hands with Satoru as you watched a movie and all she said was.
“Thank fuck, I couldn’t put up with that any longer. Don’t fuck on the sofa.” Before she gave a hint of a smile and waltzed to the morgue.
Nanami didn’t really give a damn.
The higher ups were disgusted, less so you think with you three all dating each other and more with the fact that you’re individual power could each wipe them off the face of the earth, two of you dating and being friends with another was bad enough - but all of you? With the elements of love mixed in? Lethal. You three loved it.
It became easy for you and Satoru to help with the slumps in Suguru’s mental health, being closer to him and having more vulnerability gave you the access you needed to be his rock.
Dynamics eventually emerged, you were the boss of the boys, no question - but in the bedroom - it swapped. Suguru was a hard ass dom, less teasing that the also dominant Satoru and more brutal and primal. It took time to find rhythms, how things would work - for example a big issue was the bed.
They were both so god damn tall and broad, sharing with Satoru had been bad enough but now? With Geto Suguru there too? You had no chance of A) blanket or B) breathing. So you marched them both to the furniture store and insisted on a California King Bed. They agreed, though Satoru didn’t like the idea of being further from you both.
The year finished, and you three bought (Satoru bought) a penthouse apartment not far from the school. You’d been offered a teaching position, Satoru too - Suguru wanted to stay in the field a while longer but eventually would come to teach too. You all agreed education was the best way to reshape society in the way you all envisioned it.
That’s when the letter came.
Ijichi had found them - the kids.
The Fushiguro Kids.
You and Suguru didn’t know about this - until Satoru showed up at the door of the apartment with two children.
So.
Guess you’re parents now?
Recommended Listening:
Red Light - Stray Kids
#jjk#jjk x reader#gojo satoru#gojo satoru x reader#gojo x reader#gojo fluff#anime#dad!gojo#getou suguru x reader#satosugu#poly satosugu#gojo x reader x geto
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Stone x reader, BUT MORE HEADCANON IDEAS?? :O
ah yes, ur bestie 👻🐏!! <33
Reader who loves to cuddle away the night, sure but hates getting all cold from Stone's cold body. (NOT NSFW!)
Stone who will quite literally hang onto reader for dear life, cuddling even if he's not physical most of the time.
Reader who feeds stray cats and tries to get Stone to like them
Stone who mostly feeds stray dogs, and reader finds it funny.
Reader who will try to get stone to eat
Stone who will always insist reader to eat first <33
Reader who loves to gaze at the stars at night on a rooftop
Stone who loves to gaze at reader
Reader who hates tripping
Stone who loves watching reader fail (/pos)
Reader who will complain about their legs
Stone who will just pick them up on his back and walk to wherever
Reader who loves finding books
Stone who will get all cuddly as reader enjoys the books they/he/she has found, wanting attention.
Reader who hates whining but does it
Stone who hates reader's whining but enjoys playing with them/her/him
AND THAS ALL!! I can send more ideas soon!! Love your works zack!! <33
-👻🐏 anon! <3
HUG ME! Ew Wait…
Stone x Reader
a/n: GAHAHAHSJ HI 👻🐏!!!!! you are an actual life saver what the flip😭 you better enjoy this 😡
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It was cold, freezing even. Even though summer was slowly approaching. It was still chilly at night. And since the four of you, Stone, Skipp, Vinnie, and you live in the slums, it got cold.
Stone and you shared a small tent. There were small holes in it and completely destroyed. But it just kept the two of you warm, kinda.
“Stone…” You muttered, turning over to Stone, who was lying on his back with a cigarette in his mouth. You sighed, nuzzling your head into his chest. Stone wrapped his arms around you, glancing down at you.
You began to cringe slightly, feeling the cold air rushing into the tent. Stone pulled the blanket over your head, rubbing your arms. “Cold?” He asked softly, titling his head to the side. You nodded. “Yeah…” You muttered, peeking out from the blanket. You began to slowly squirm around.
“Stop squirming…” Stone muttered, his grip tighten around your body. “You’re cold…I don’t wanna cuddle…” You whined, trying to pull yourself away from him. Stone groaned as his grip tightened. “But you’re warm…” He muttered, resting his face into your hair.
“I’m cold!” “But now I’m warm…”
#x you#ramshackle x you#ramshackle x reader#oneshot#stone x reader ramshackle#stone x reader#x reader#fluff#ramshackle stone#silly
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anotha one
i can’t stop
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raph never knew how much he wanted to be loved.
he never let himself recognize it. every time the thought desperately crawled it’s way up through his shattered psyche, extending gentle hands out towards him, he’d shut it back out, closing the door. it was soft with him—something fragile and unexplainably precious.
but precious, valuable things don’t belong with him, and they never would. anything breakable will be broken.
and fuck, he can’t handle another thing breaking under his watch.
he buried it every time. he couldn’t afford to have that. he couldn’t afford to love. he couldn’t afford to want. not in a house like this. not when there’s so much going on.
but if there was anything in the world he could want, he would want to be wanted.
he’s vile, desperate, and angry; he bites at the hands that feed him because the only ones who dare to are his own. he rips and he tears, and he’s the furthest thing anyone could be from delicate.
he’d never let anyone know that he craved for someone to look at him like he was. for once, to be the protected, not the protector.
but that means someone else gets hurt, and he’s not worth it.
for as long as he lives, he will remain like this. he will stay mangled, he will stay vile. for as long as he lives, he will stay unlovable.
god, he hopes it’s not for long.
—:—
it’s unclear when it happened. most things are usually that way. there are very few memories that remain unblurred from his mind's scrutinizing eye. he doesn’t like to question it.
what he will question, however, is when he let his guard down enough for casey fucking jones to slip through the cracks. a human boy, a little older than him, with enough fire in him to burn a village.
he tried to close the door.
casey was already inside.
—:—
the first thing raph learned about casey jones is that he is just as vile as raph is. casey jones fights with a ratty hockey stick and a battle cry that doesn’t make sense. casey fights to win. casey fights for fun.
the first time they patrolled together, raph was having a tough night. he could feel leo’s flesh under his fists; he could feel the skin bruise under his grip; he could feel his mouth water scream insult after insult.
and casey took him out. rooftop to rooftop, chest to chest. the night was the closest thing to perfection raph would let himself experience. he got back late and woke up early. he didn’t complain when leo went back for seconds. he didn’t complain that there wasn’t enough food left for him. he didn’t complain when he was left alone in the kitchen to clean up a mess he had no part in creating.
he simply wiped off the table, cleaned the plates, and stacked them to dry. slowly retreating back into his room, something in his chest yearned to walk back to the familiar tent instead.
he closed the door.
—:���
the second thing he learned about casey jones was that he was loyal. like a stray dog, casey fell easily into stride with him during his daily life. casey took what he said and rolled with it because he trusted raph not to lead him astray.
introducing his siblings to casey was scary hard. some primal, deep part of him wanted to cling to his friend and never let go, hiding him away where no one else would ever find him. he wanted something—someone to be his and his alone.
but they couldn’t stay hidden forever. he watched with tightening guts as mikey chatted with casey easily. donnie stood next to him, soaking the conversation up through his skin.
he wasn’t bitter, but it was something close.
mikey talked to casey like it was the easiest thing in the world. all wide smiles and waving hands like it came completely natural. they’d only just met, how was he already so comfortable?
jealous.
leo was behind him. he never liked when leo was behind him. it always set him on edge. he was unpredictable, arrogant, and just rash enough to pick a fight whenever he wanted.
raph kept his eyes on casey.
who cares. leo can stay there.
he didn’t even notice when casey moved. his conversation with mikey continued like water down an old stream. donnie piped up occasionally, a nervous smile tugging at his lips.
caseys arm landed around his shoulder, and raph didn’t even stiffen. the familiar warmth of the boy's arm—tan and thick and plush and comforting—weighed down his shoulders, pulling him down to earth like a mental ball and chain.
he heard leo stalk away.
like a dog, casey came back to him. he could have his pick of friends. he could have mikey, in his bubbly and charming glory, or donnie, who was as smart as they came. he could even have leo if he wanted. but he came back to raph every time.
eventually, they all moved deeper into the sewers, waving casey goodbye over their shoulders. raph turned to look at him one last time, catching a glimpse of casey dorky, gap-toothed grin before he disappeared around the corner.
he slipped into the lair, and he closed the door.
—:—
the third thing he learns about casey jones, is that he thinks he’s a bad person. raph understands that. under the dim lantern light, with shadows on the tent walls cast around them, he confesses it like a prayer. he whispers it under his breath in a way raph wasn’t used to. casey is loud. casey has a laugh so boisterous that raph worries splinter will come and investigate when it happens. casey is not ashamed.
“sorry.” he mutters. raph feels the full ache of his heart twist behind his boarded-up amygdala. he doesn’t look at casey. he doesn’t think casey would want him to see him like this. “fuck, there’s somethin’ wrong with me.”
in the dancing candlelight of their sanctuary, raph smiles, turning his gaze away from the open flap leading out into the dark sewers surrounding them. his hand feels warm on top of casey’s. his shoulder tingles where they touch. he rests his head in the crook of casey’s neck, and whispers back. “that’s okay.” his gaze stays locked on the sewer floor just behind the crack of the tent. the candle light casts waving patterns across the cement. “i think there’s something wrong with me too.”
—:—
the farmhouse is new and unfamiliar. after waking up, raphs world reset. nothing made sense anymore.
he watched as donnie yelled, tears streaming down his anger flushed cheeks as he dug up memories raph didn’t bother attempting to find in his own brain. he watched as donnie straightened his spine, raised his voice, and fought with a fire familiar to his own.
he watched as leo grit his teeth, silent at donnie’s verbal barrage.
he watched as he clawed an apology out of his throat.
but the fourth thing he learned about casey jones was that he stayed constant. he remained loud, rowdy, and tough as nails.
the grass is cold beneath his hands. it feels like no matter what, raph always finds himself back outside. years of isolation, years of containment left him hungry for fresh air, and he couldn’t get enough of it.
he dangled his feet into the lake. the water twirled and danced freely around the meadow surrounding it; it’s own volition forgotten as raph kicked his feet gently against the pond.
he heard casey before he saw him, like always. loud, clunky footsteps breaking twigs under his raggedy, torn-up sneakers approached him from behind, and he felt his shoulders ease.
“fuck, it’s scorching out here, man! how do you stand it?” he groaned, flopping down beside raph on the dew-covered blades of grass. raph laughed. he’s been doing that a lot recently.
“you’re crazy,” he muttered back, staring at his reflection in the rippling mirror below him. he almost didn’t recognize himself. “it’s cold.”
the human gawked beside him, and if raph could see his eyes, he assumed they’d be blown wide with disbelief. that made him laugh harder. “well, fuck, you take this then.” he heard, before the soft fabric of casey’s sweater draped over his shoulders. “i clearly don’t need it. if it’s sweaty, no it isn’t.”
digging his claws into the sides of the hoodie's zipper, he tugged it tighter around himself. he knew turtles had a good sense of smell, but picking up on the notes of musk and coal and warmth and wood and casey from the stitches of the fabric was unexpected. it's unclear why. he's lain on top of casey before, soaking the scent up into his soul.
he doesn’t say thank you. he doesn’t need to.
he didn’t think he could with the way casey was looking at him—a gentle smile pasted on his chapped lips, his entire demeanour relaxed. raph looked back. a flash of eternity in their lives of anger, violence, blood, hate, hunger, and something raph doesn’t get curling in his stomach.
but then casey lips meet his, and everything makes perfect sense now.
the fifth and most important thing that raph learns about casey jones is that casey loves him. casey loves him like a fire ransacking a forest, hot and burning and passion and all consuming emotions that fill his body with adrenaline. casey loves him like a moth to a flame; he loves him like it’s written in his dna to seek him out wherever he is, like it’s the most natural thing he’s ever done.
casey loves him gently. casey loves him like he’s the most precious thing in the world. casey embraces how vile he is and how angry, hurt, and scared he is because the feelings ring familiar in his own chest. casey loves him like no one else ever needs to.
the walk back to the farmhouse was short, made shorter by the cloud in raphs head carrying him up the well-worn path. the deck was warm, glinting in the light of the morning sun. casey’s arm was thrown around his shoulder again, the way it always was.
raph grinned, and he opened the door.
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me hitting raph with the projection beam
ough ok im just gonna!! post this since i may or may not be able to make art for it soon!!! THIS IS REALLY GOOD AAAUGHHGHG ITS SO!!! OGAHSGHFG!! I've read it like 5 times its SO SWEEETTT RARHAHF FROTHING AT THE MOUTH. EATING THIS. HE'S SO SADDDDD OUGHHGAGIHSG !!!!!!
#nnstuff#ask#neglected fic#teenage mutant neglected turtles#rasey#tmnt raph#casey jones#got this april 1st ough sorry
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Complete fics posted on AO3 this day
1. Cut From the Sky by @mallstars [E, 150k]
►"I'm stuck in a time loop, reliving November 2nd. This is the 111th time I've lived through today."
Draco stilled. His moody eyes, the tension in his hands where he gripped onto his umbrella, the careful mask of blankness flickering over his face — everything about him was so difficult and so very dear to Harry. "Ah," said Draco, "and?"
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►Harry has returned for his 8th Year at Hogwarts, and is slipped some amortentia. Can he throw the affects off before he jumps Malfoy, or will the Slytherin get the surprise of his life?
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►The first thing Draco ever loved was the Manor. Not the house- it was too big, too quiet, too cold- but the grounds that surrounded it. He grew up on stinging soles, running barefoot through his own little world. One of the house elves had cleaned the tiny cuts on his feet once and told him that he'd get used to it, that he'd grow calluses and it would stop hurting. It never really did.
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►harry has just returned for summer break. draco is hosting his first dinner at grimmauld place. what happens when the person who shows up on the doorstep is a familiar face?
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►On the day Harry and Draco finally move in together, Harry reflects on the tentative start of their relationship in Eighth Year.
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Fest/Exchange
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►Harry is happy with his life, running a shop in Diagon Alley and spending plenty of time with his husband. When he is cursed, his and Draco’s relationship is put to the test. Can they move forwards together even if they have to put distance between them?
★ HD Wireless 2023 | @hd-wireless
2. Cool About It by Anonymous [M, 16k]
►Harry is so excited for his first date with Draco. But what follows isn't so much a date as it is an all-night odyssey including a malevolent lift, a Gringotts heist, a Sleeping Curse, a trip to the kebab shop, a lack of dancing, a Muggle drug, a rooftop pool party, a black eye and, eventually, a sunrise over a Quidditch stadium.
★ HP Bodice Ripper Fest 2023 | @hp-bodiceripper
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►Draco arrives first, to scope out the place and pick the best bed before Potter can beat him to it.
★ HD Wireless 2023 | @hd-wireless
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Weave and Woods Chapter 11: The Timelessness of Lovers
Gale/Named Tav | Slow Burn | NSFW | Read on AO3 | Entire Work
Summary:
Under an aurora-lit sky, Gale and Auroria confess their feelings for each other
“Thinking about Mystra’s demand?” Her brows furrowed as they always did when Mystra was brought up, especially after Elminster came with his missive.
“Yes.” He paused. “I must admit it is always on my mind. More so now even than before. To know that I’ve found you, and that you are in love with me as I am in love with you only to - ” His voice caught in his throat as tears formed in his eyes. “Only to have to leave you in a few days’ time…I must admit I am more terrified now than I was at the beginning of the night. I do not want to lose you, Ora. I do not want to leave you.” He smiled softly, tears spilling down his cheeks as he pictured what life could have been like with her in his tower, walking through the market each week, sunsets on the balcony, watching the Midwinter fireworks together.
She grasped his hand. “Then don’t, Gale. Stay with me. Live. Live with me.” She kissed him again, her own tears mingling with his. “Let’s live.”
AN: This is my favorite scene of Act 2, and the whole game so far. I hope I was able to do it justice while making it my own. NSFW! Oral Sex, Vaginal Sex
Crafting an illusion was like composing a piece of music. One needed to take into consideration every layer - every piece of the orchestra needed to be successful on its own and work together as a whole to create a harmonious explosion of sounds. Illusions were similar. Every part of a convincing illusion needed to be perfect - one thing out of place, and the whole composition falls apart.
Gale was a master at creating illusions, or at least he had been until his unceremonious fall from favor and his body became a host for both a sliver of the Karsite Weave and a mind flayer parasite. He had been unable to create grand illusions since, though he had noticed his abilities strengthening as time had progressed, especially once the charm was placed on the orb to stabilize it. Evocation spells were his specialty, what he was known for, what was nurtured during his time as Chosen of Mystra - it was true there was nothing more useful than a fireball for a battle, but illusory spells were his true love, his passion. Manipulating the Weave in this way made him feel closer to an artist, a poet, or a musician than a warrior. He wanted to use his magic to bring beauty and wonder to the world.
He needed his illusions to be perfect tonight. Tonight was the night he was going to tell Ora that he loved her. He had wanted to shout it from the rooftops of the Last Light Inn after kissing her the previous night, he wanted to whisper it in her ear as she slept peacefully, he wanted to say it that morning when she forced him to go to his tent after sitting outside hers all night, he wanted to yell it in celebration when they worked on spells during the afternoon and she finally cracked Spike Growth after days of attempts on her own.
Every artist needs their muse, and she was his. He channeled the Weave from his spot far enough away from their campsite to afford privacy. As the power hummed through his body, he thought of Ora. How she made him feel, how he felt with her, what reminded him of her - beauty and warmth and goodness. The threat of Moonrise Towers and Mystra’s demand settled over him but did not cause him to abandon his plans. He had to tell her. He squared his shoulders and got to work.
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“Hello, I’m here on behalf of Gale of Waterdeep!” The cheerful silvered mirror image of Gale said to Auroria as she walked up to his tent before going to bed for the night. “He wishes to extend you an invitation to a private conversation. Would you care to join him? From the portion of his mind that is open to me, it is a matter most urgent.”
“Well, when you put it like that, I don’t think I’m in a position to decline,” she said, her mind already racing with worry. Was the orb acting up again? Had he set his mind to following through with Mystra’s demand of his sacrifice? Would she no longer have the chance of saving him? The thought of losing him caused her heart to race, her stomach to drop, and threatened to bring tears to her eyes as she started down the path pointed out by Gale’s mirror image. Surely it couldn’t be something so serious - he had been in such a good mood after she made him sleep and then again after he helped her figure out what she was doing wrong when attempting to cast her newest spell. He had jumped up and thrown his arms around her when the ground started to erupt with spikes and thorns. She thought he might kiss her again, or at least she had hoped he would, but he pulled away and said something about needing to go read something to find her next spell. She hadn’t seen him since.
The path through the thick forest led to a clearing bordered by a few downed trees and rocky formations. In the middle of it on a plush blanket sat Gale, intensely focused. She looked past him and up to the sky and gasped softly. Instead of the dim, colorless grey they had grown accustomed to over these past days there was a bright shining aurora, all shades of vibrant purple and green dancing across it. Stars sparkled in the distance and the grass in the clearing looked as green as it did in the forests where she grew up. It was the most beautiful thing she had ever seen. She stood at the edge of the clearing, watching Gale place more stars in the sky and let the tears that had gathered now freely fall down her face. How could a man who creates such beauty even think about sacrificing himself for what a goddess calls forgiveness? Her panic threatened to overwhelm her. She loved him. She couldn’t lose him. She had to tell him. Tonight. She wiped the tears from her face and walked over to sit on the blanket beside him.
“I love this time of night,” he said softly, taking her hand in his, a movement that had become so natural for the both of them over the past weeks. “There’s a reverent silence that accompanies the peak of darkness, when you think the dawn will never break.” He threaded his fingers through hers and as he turned to look at her, she could have sworn the look on his face matched the one she had given the sky moments ago. He waved his free hand at his illusion. “The cradle of eternity…the timelessness of lovers.”
Auroria smiled softly and looked up at the sky, her eyes wide as the lights danced and the stars twinkled. “This is beautiful, Gale. I’ve never seen the sky do this - you’d almost forget we were in the Shadow Cursed Lands,” she said with breathless wonder.
He looked at the sky again. “It’s veiled, kept at arm’s length for now. This isn’t something I can do often in my present condition, but tonight is different. I feel the weight of Mystra’s demand on me, and with us going to Moonrise Towers tomorrow to infiltrate it, I can’t help but feel this may be one of my last nights alive. I wanted it to be under a canopy of beauty and wonder. And with company to match.”
Auroria frowned, hearing the sadness in his tone as if he had decided his fate. This is my last chance.
“Is this truly, truly what you want? To sacrifice yourself for Mystra’s forgiveness?”
“My untimely death is all but assured. My days on this plane have been numbered since I opened that damned book. Would you not want your death to mean something?” He sighed. “I will admit I am terrified, no matter how well I try to conceal it.” He nodded, grim resolution on his face. “Better to meet the inevitable on my own terms.”
Auroria felt warm tears fall down her cheeks again as she nodded. “So you’ve decided, then.” She tried to wipe them away with the back of her hand but they wouldn’t stop coming, so she just let them fall. It was always easy for her to show her emotions with Gale.
He looked over at her, touching her chin with a hooked finger, turning her face to his. “You know, one moment with you would satisfy me for a lifetime. And you’ve given me so many moments, enough for infinite lifetimes. I’m happy you came out here to share this with me. I know it’s not real…but I created this all for you. You were the inspiration for all of this.”
“For me?” She gasped, her eyes snapping to his. “All of this? Why?”
He smiled softly at her. “You must know that you’re…that you’re special to me, Ora.”
Her heart was pounding in her chest. Her breathing quickened. What was he saying? Could he feel the same? She thought, a small flicker of hope warming inside her.
He dropped his hand, going back to looking at the aurora for a short while in silence, a wistful look in his eyes. Finally, he spoke again. “If things were different, if we were home, I would take the time to do things properly. To say everything better. To give you everything you deserve, and more. But time is short.”
He turned to face her again. His eyes were bright and shining with unshed tears.
“I am in love with you.”
Everything faded away from Auroria at that moment. There was only the two of them - there was no shadow curse, there was no Absolute, no tadpole, no orb, no Mystra. No wizard, no ranger. There was just Gale and just Auroria. Two people who managed to find each other despite the fact that their paths never should have crossed. Two people who loved each other despite everything thrown against them.
“I’m in love with you, too, Gale.”
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Externally, Gale played it cool as he chuckled. “That’s a relief. It would be a shame to spend my final hours making an ass of myself.” Internally, he was in a state of disbelief. Ora was in love with him! He had wanted this, hoped she’d feel the same way as he did, but did not believe it possible that someone so fierce, so brave, with so much to live for would fall in love with him, not how he was now. Not with the orb, not with Mystra’s charge, not with his imminent demise.
She leaned into him and kissed him, quieting his thoughts for the first time in what felt like years as he kissed her back softly. It felt different from their kiss the night before - less desperate, more real. He smiled as she broke the kiss.
“You’re a good kisser,” she smiled back at him.
“And you are a bad liar,” he laughed out loud. “I was basically a hermit for some time before I met you, remember?”
“From one recluse to another, you’re a good kisser,” she said before she kissed him again, her hand on the back of his neck, pulling him closer to her. Her lips parted and his tongue slid against hers as they kissed much like the vision she shared with him all those weeks ago when they were connected through the Weave. A vision he never thought he’d be able to act upon. He broke the kiss and put one hand against her cheek, looking at her beautiful face as she smiled at him, his eyes flicking back and forth between hers, taking in the lush green that seemed to radiate even in the dark of the night with a golden glow. She loves me.
He wanted the night to be perfect. To show her all he could do with the Weave, their bodies and souls intertwining and bonding within its gentle fibers. He stood up excitedly, taking her hand and helping her up from the ground. “What do you say to the perfect night in Waterdeep for our first date?” He smiled.
“I have always heard that Waterdeep is an exceptional city, though I can’t quite remember who told me that,” she teased. “Show me.”
He waved his hand, a faint purple glow enveloping the two of them. The aurora was replaced by his study in his tower. His favorite place in the entire universe - well, until he met Ora. Now his favorite place was by her side. Everything was just as he remembered it, even the messy assortment of parchments on the desk. The piano in the corner, the stacks and stacks of books. He could smell the paper if he concentrated hard enough. He looked back at Ora, who was taking it all in, her eyes wide and her mouth open in awe.
“This is your study?” She asked. “It feels like I’m looking directly into your soul, all books and academia.” She smiled.
She looked so at home in his study. He couldn’t wait to show her the real thing, after - No.
He interrupted his own thoughts. After? There would be no after, not for him. This was more than likely the last time he would ever lay eyes on his beloved study, his beloved tower, his beloved city, and it was all an illusion. Snap out of it. He wanted to show her all he could of him, of his life, before it all ended much, much too soon.
“It is. The center of my universe. Now, for something even better.” He waved his hands, the doors to the balcony opening, the sun setting into the horizon, setting the sea awash in a fiery orange blaze, the entire illusion taking on a warm glow. As Ora stepped out onto the balcony, the sunset lit her up. Her hair burned even more coppery, the light made her eyes look even more green, even her freckles seemed to stand out more. Waterdeep suited her. Still, as he looked out over the horizon, melancholy washed over him. He missed his home. He was thankful to the tadpole for bringing him to Ora, but…he would never come home again. He would never see Tara or his mother again. Never walk the streets, never visit the market, never watch the ships sail from the docks. The sound of pages ruffling brought him back to the present.
“You’ve found my favorite spot. I would sometimes find myself out here from evening to night to daybreak, lost in words.”
“Up all night reading? What a rebel,” she laughed as she kept flicking through the pages of the book. “What’s this book?” she asked, handing it to him.
He laughed and took the book from her, one he had placed there on purpose. “This is The Art of the Night - about a newlywed king and queen’s first thousand nights together. They turned everything into an art - conversation, the exploration and acceptance of the self and the other, the art of the body, the night itself.” Here goes. “I say we take a page from their book.”
Ora raised an eyebrow at him. “Leave it to you to seduce someone with a book.” Gods, he loved how she teased him. She knew him so well. “But…I don’t see a bed.”
“The stars will be our bed. There are endless worlds out there, countless ways to declare love. Let me show you more,” he said. He wanted to show her all of the wonders of the universe, let her feel his love in infinite ways, not just within the confines of their mortal flesh.
She put her hand on his face, looking at him adoringly. “I want to be with you, not a fantasy, not an illusion. I am in love with Gale.”
He paused. “Are you sure? I could use the Weave to make us feel sensations beyond our reckoning. I could wow you. I want to wow you, Ora.”
She smiled, taking his hands in hers. “This isn’t a test, Gale. You don’t have to impress me with these grand gestures to show off your abilities. I’m no goddess. I am in love with you .”
He leaned in, pressing his forehead to hers. “Yes, you are, Ora. Trust me, I would know.” He snapped his fingers, placing them back in the forest by camp, the aurora still dancing across the sky, the stars sparkling just for them. “Let’s do it your way then - the old ways. As long as it’s with you.”
She kissed him as he waved his hand, conjuring a large bed. “For your comfort, of course.”
She laughed then. “I have been living in the wilds for almost my entire life, I’m pretty sure this bed is for your comfort.” She walked over to it, kicked off her slippers and climbed on, patting the mattress next to her. “Though, you will not hear me complain.”
He smiled and walked to the bed, climbing onto it next to her, his calm exterior belying the chaos within him. His heart was racing with anticipation and his brain was moving a million miles a minute. It had been so long since he had been with anyone physically, since before becoming Mystra’s lover. Could he live up to her expectations? Would this all be a waste of time? Why did he even confess his feelings to her when he was just going to die in a few days time? His breathing picked up as he balanced on the knife’s edge of panic.
“Gale?” He felt a warm touch on his hand. Ora . “Gale, come back to me,” she said, placing a tender kiss on his cheek, then a soft kiss on his lips. She was a balm to him - his mind quieted again, focusing only on her. He kissed her back and placed a hand on the side of her face, his thumb gently running over her cheek.
“I apologize. My mind momentarily was…elsewhere. I am here now.”
“Thinking about Mystra’s demand?” Her brows furrowed as they always did when Mystra was brought up, especially after Elminster came with his missive.
“Yes.” He paused. “I must admit it is always on my mind. More so now even than before. To know that I’ve found you, and that you are in love with me as I am in love with you only to - ” His voice caught in his throat as tears formed in his eyes. “Only to have to leave you in a few days’ time…I must admit I am more terrified now than I was at the beginning of the night. I do not want to lose you, Ora. I do not want to leave you.” He smiled softly, tears spilling down his cheeks as he pictured what life could have been like with her in his tower, walking through the market each week, sunsets on the balcony, watching the Midwinter fireworks together.
She grasped his hand. “Then don’t, Gale. Stay with me. Live. Live with me.” She kissed him again, her own tears mingling with his. “Let’s live.”
He nodded and closed his eyes, holding on to her hands tightly. She made it seem so simple, to just live . That she alone could defy a goddess’ machinations and find a way to circumvent his fate. Perhaps she could. He opened his eyes and found her staring at him, full of concern. This was not the direction he wanted this evening to go, and yet it only made him fall deeper in love with her. Made him want her even more, if that was possible. Made him want to believe the impossible.
Stay. Live. Could I?
“Live,” she pleaded, her voice barely above a whisper.
Could I?
He kissed her deeply, pulling her close to him. Their tongues slid together again, finding a rhythm of push and pull as their hands roamed each other’s bodies, discovering a new closeness that they had been on the edge of for weeks now. She smelled faintly like the peppermint balm she massaged on her sore muscles after a long day of fighting or training. His fierce ranger. Her hands found their way to the bottom of his soft velvet tunic and grasped it, starting to pull it up. He broke the kiss to reach down and slid it off over his head.
“Hells Gale, you’ve been hiding all of this? Doesn’t seem fair, really, to keep this secret,” she teased as she saw him without so much as an undershirt on for the first time, her eyes moving down the lean athletic build of his body and fine covering of hair on his chest and stomach. She reached down to the hem of her own sleep tunic, pulling it over her head. The filtered moonlight cast a pale silvery glow on her breasts and her nipples started to pebble and harden against the slight chill in the late night air.
“I could say the same to you,” he said playfully in return. The scar on her cheek continued down past her collarbone almost to her left nipple, some areas thicker than others. He reached out and traced it with his fingers, pressing kisses into it as he followed his fingers with his mouth. A story for another time. Her breathing quickened as he reached his destination, taking the hard nipple in his mouth, sucking on it lightly as she gasped.
Something in the air changed, a new electricity charged between them.
“You’re so beautiful, Ora,” he said before moving to the other breast, giving it the attention it deserved. Her hands went to his head, running her fingers through his hair as she arched her back, pressing herself closer to him.
“I want you, Gale,” She said, her voice thick with lust.
“And you’ll have me before the night is done,” he smiled against her soft skin, toying at her nipple with his tongue before pressing a hand to her chest, laying her back on the bed. His hands went to the waistband of her leggings, his fingers slipping inside and rubbing along the softness of her stomach. “I want to watch you come undone for me first.” She lifted her hips to help him easily slide the fabric off her legs. He kissed each inch of newly bared skin as he pulled them off of her before discarding them on the ground beside the bed.
He looked at her in wonder as she laid before him, fully bared. So beautiful, so perfect. She propped herself up on her elbows, tilting her head to the side. “Everything okay?”
He smiled. “Everything is perfect. How did I get so lucky?” He kissed her ankle. “You are so stunning.” He kissed her knee. “I will never be able to fully tell you just how heavenly you look right now lying in front of me with nothing on, illuminated by moonlight. My divine Ora.” He wanted to worship her, to bow down at the altar of her body for the rest of his time on this plane. He kissed her thigh, higher and higher as he placed himself between her legs, spreading them and baring her sweet center to him. He could resist no longer. He looked up at her from between her legs as he flattened his tongue and tasted her for the first time. Her moan was an answer to the prayers on his lips and music to his ears, her taste was the sweetest nectar. He hooked his arms under her thighs, pulling her down to his mouth as he flicked her sensitive bundle of nerves with his tongue before sealing his mouth over it, sucking softly.
Her hips started to rock against his face as he hummed against her, sending vibrations through her body. He teased at her entrance with a finger, reveling in how warm and wet she was as he touched her. For him. Because of him. He paid special attention to that sensitive spot inside he remembered women liking from his dalliances years ago, before Mystra. No. No thoughts of Mystra tonight.
He turned his mind back to Ora, this beautiful, writhing woman who lay before him, who wanted him, who loved him. He added a second finger and moved them faster, in and out, his firm tongue working her in tandem as he devoured her. She had moved her hands to his head, her nails delightfully scratching his scalp as waves of pleasure washed over her and she began to unravel. He was relentless in the pursuit of her undoing, keeping a steady pace with both his hand and his tongue as she cried out his name and he felt her pulse as she reached her peak and crashed over. He crawled over her, kissing up her stomach to her breasts again, taking each one into his mouth before moving up to her neck. He finally kissed her lips, impossibly turned on as she kissed him back, tasting herself on him.
“My turn,” she said, smiling against his mouth as she pushed him onto his back, his desire clearly evident. She rubbed at his erection gently over his pants as she kissed his neck. Gods, I forgot how good that feels, he thought. He felt her starting to pull his pants down, and he lifted his hips off the bed to help her just as she did for him earlier. He was suddenly conscious about his body, wondering if it would be pleasing to her. His physical form hadn’t been important in matters of desire in so long, coming back to it made him feel like he was a teenager again, full of nerves and anticipation of learning what he liked. She wrapped her hand around him. He definitely liked that.
“Gods, Ora,” He inhaled sharply as she touched him, the first mortal touch he had had in years. She kissed his orb marking softly, then traced down the line of his stomach with kisses. What was she….oh. OH.
He rose up on his elbows, looking at her. “Ora, I don’t…are you sure? Please, don’t feel like you have to.”
She smiled at him, her eyes soft. “Let me give you the pleasure you gave me. We are equals here, in this bed, in this relationship. No one is above the other. Besides, I enjoy doing this, just like you do. Let me take care of you. Allow me this,” she said as she leaned down, taking the tip of him in her mouth, sucking gently.
Gale saw stars. He grasped at the bedsheets, the pleasure and desire coursing through him stronger than anything he had felt in so long, setting him ablaze. She took him deeper into her mouth, her head and hand working him in rhythm as she hummed against his hardness. His hips started to rock, moving with her as he moaned loudly. At this rate, it would not be long before he finished, and he wanted his first time to be inside her.
“Ora, I need to be inside you, please,” he practically begged. He was at the mercy of her, of his new goddess. “Please, let me.”
“I want you, Gale,” she said.
“Come here,” he smiled, guiding her up to him, a finger hooked under her chin as he kissed her deeply, laying her back on the bed. “I want to watch you, see you when I finish inside you,” he whispered in her ear before kissing her again.
He used his thigh to spread her legs, running his fingers across her slick entrance before holding himself to her. His heart was pounding. He knew this was a line they could never uncross. It was a line he knew with absolute certainty he wanted to cross, but he had to be sure it was the same for her.
“Are you sure you want this, Ora? Do you want me?” He looked her in the eyes, his tip pressed against her. He needed to hear her say it.
“I want you,” she repeated, closing her eyes and moaning softly as he pressed in, sinking into her.
Every thought left his head as he felt her give around him, all warm and soft velvet against his hardness. He closed his eyes as he fully seated himself within her, staying still for a moment, reacquainting himself with this feeling - how had he ever derided this as “just” pleasures of the mortal flesh? This was everything. This was better than anything metaphysical. She had converted him. Astral pleasure could no longer compare to this. This was real.
He buried his face in the crook of her neck, whispering his adoration to her. He wrapped his arms around her, pressing her close, their bodies in complete contact as he began to thrust into her with slow, deep rolls of his hips, feeling every inch of her as he pulled almost all the way out and pressed fully back in again. Ora wrapped her arms around his back, her fingertips digging into his skin.
He pulled back, settling up on his knees between her legs. She looked so perfect laid out on her back before him, his length sheathed deep inside her. He continued his same slow rhythm, thrusting back into her a little harder than before, watching where their bodies joined in awe and wonder.
“Gale…you feel so…so good,” she moaned, her hands moving to his thighs, holding on to him, rocking her hips to meet his.
“You feel better than any heavens, Ora. Better than I could have imagined all those nights I thought about taking you, imagining doing this with you.” He said, remembering the nights in his tent after his orb was stabilized where he pictured Ora in a similar position to the one she was currently in as he used his hand to pleasure himself. It didn’t even compare.
He couldn’t hold back any longer, Desire, lust, and the discovery of how good sex with her could be drove him. He moved her legs so her feet were on his shoulders, and started thrusting into her deeper, faster. He kissed her calf, her ankle, the side of her foot, punctuating each kiss with a soft “I love you.”
His fingers dug into her hips as he grasped them to lift them up, allowing him to get even deeper inside her. He needed to be as deep as possible, as close to her as possible. He watched her. Her cheeks were flushed, her breasts bounced, her back arched against the bed as he hit a spot that drove her wild. He had once thought watching her fight was like watching an opera. Watching her while making love was like viewing the finest art.
“I’m so close,” she panted. He felt her tightening around him, getting close as his own precipice drew near.
“Come for me, Ora. I want to hear you call my name while I’m buried inside you,” he said as he reached between them and began rubbing her at her most sensitive spot, feeling her hips jerk at the slight touch. He felt her tighten around him, the feeling drawing him even closer as the fire in his abdomen grew hotter. “But look at me when you do.”
She opened her eyes, and just the sight of them darkened with desire almost sent him over the edge right then and there.
She cried out, his name on her lips as her body froze and then shattered around him. He felt her shudder and pulse as her orgasm rocked through her. He kept thrusting through it, harder, faster, lost to his own finish as she held onto his arms tightly, her nails slightly digging in.
He felt his abdomen tighten. He maintained eye contact and drove himself into her one last time as she nodded and writhed underneath him before he felt himself fill her with his own release, crying out her name loudly for all the gods to hear. Panting, he stayed buried within her as his orgasm shuddered through him. She was covered in a thin sheen of sweat and most of her hair was loosened from her twisted ponytail, and he could only imagine he looked similar. She looked so beautifully undone.
Finally he pulled out of her, instantly feeling cold without her warmth enveloping him. He was changed, wholly and truly. He was a different man from earlier this evening. He crawled beside her and dropped to the bed, planting a kiss on her shoulder.
“I love you, Ora.”
“I love you, Gale.”
******
Auroria curled into Gale, resting her head on his chest as they both came down from such blissful heights. She traced the lines of the orb marking as he lazily ran his fingers up and down her back. She felt herself drifting off to sleep when she heard it, the faintest whisper.
“I will stay with you. I will live.”
#gale dekarios#gale of waterdeep#bg3#baldur’s gate 3#bg3 fanfiction#gale fanfiction#gale x tav#gale x f!tav#gale x auroria#woodweave#weave and woods fic#weave and woods#bg3 ao3#my writing
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ghoul bicycle pack - slice of life (part 2 of ?)
The water thrums pleasantly against your skull as you stand in the shower rubbing your face. It's been a long day. A long fucking day. Gone was the era of you working in the library, or the kitchens, or at mass but that didn't mean you didn't bust your ass. Head of Ghoul Liason and Enrichment, Papa had cheerfully told you, whatever the fuck that entails. You have a sneaking suspicion it's just the Ministry's polite way of dubbing you the ghoul consort, except with just as much paperwork as spreading your legs. Maybe even more. They even gave you an office - small, true but it beats having to attend to Papa Nihil during services. He always smelled weird. You giggle to yourself and--
"Something funny, sweetheart?"
You shriek and cover yourself.
"Lilith's fucking tits, Swiss, what is wrong with you?!"
The multi ghoul stands next to the opening in the shower door, grinning brightly.
"I wouldn't bother with uh, that," he says, gesturing to the way you hide yourself, "I'm very familiar with the terrain."
You drop your hands looking embarrassed.
"So, what, you just came in here to watch me?"
"Yeah," he begins, before rushing to correct himself, "I mean no! I uh...I have a surprise for you."
Your eyes flick down to the tent in his jeans.
"That's no surprise," you say flatly with a smirk. Now it's his turn to look sheepish.
"Not that," he says, casually leaning against the door and dropping his hand to cover himself, "After you're done in here, okay? Come up to the little rooftop terrace off the observatory. Wear something comfy."
"Alright..." you say with a slow nod, "I won't be too long. Gotta wash my hair though."
"Take your time!" he says as he backs out of your bathroom, "And uh, use that shower gel I like. You know the one?"
You look down at the comical number of bath products in your shower and smile.
"Yeah, I know the one. Alright, get."
He gives you one last grin before scooting out of the bathroom, leaving you in peace. Between washing your hair and body, as well as your skincare routine, you're all finished in roughly twenty minutes. When you pad out of your room, damp hair hanging around your shoulders, you think about what he said. Comfy. You can do comfy. Reaching into your dresser you grab your softest sweatpants and your Ghost hoodie and pull both items on before slipping on your slides. As you head out, Mountain and Aurora watch you from the living room, smiling innocently.
Suspicious.
The walk to the observatory is dull, most siblings are long done with their duties for the day and the halls are quiet. When you open the door that leads to the terrace you're met with a series of lanterns leading in a path.
So you follow it.
The lights take you around the corner and what awaits you makes you grin. A large double lounge chair with plump cushions sits on the stone roof, a round table next to it bearing what looks like chocolate covered strawberries, an assortment of cheese, and a silver bucket with a bottle of champagne in it. Standing next to all of this is Swiss, now in his PJs, giving you that megawatt smile that makes you weak in the knees.
"What's all this about?" you ask with a laugh, ambling over to the setup.
"Our anniversary," he says, looking at you softly.
"But the pack anniversary isn't--"
"Not the pack," he murmurs, taking your hands in his, "Our anniversary. Of our first time."
You're floored.
"How...I can't believe I forgot," you say, shaking your head, "has it really been that long?"
"Seems like a million years ago while also just yesterday," he comments, raising your hands to his lips and kissing them. The gesture makes your heart melt.
"So...what do we got up here?" you say, pointing to the food.
"Ah, well," Swiss pulls away and clambers onto the lounge, gesturing for you to follow, "Mountain hand dipped the strawberries today with Cumulus, and Aurora and Sunshine picked out the cheeses. The champagne was a gift from Papa."
He reaches for the bottle and you dutifully pick up the flutes for him to fill. Once you both have your beverage you clink glasses and take a sip.
"So you brought me up here to wine me, dine me, and uh..." you trail off, letting him fill in the rest.
"Later, maybe," he winks, "I really brought you up here to stargaze with me."
You set your champagne down on the ground and shift your hips to sling a leg over his. He reaches down next to him and unfurls a plush, thick blanket, covering both of you. Nice and cozy, you snuggle into his shoulder and wrap an arm around him. You hear him breathe in deep and sigh.
"You used the stuff I like."
"Told you I would," you murmur, craning your head to kiss his jaw. Under the blanket you feel his tail slip in between the two of you to wrap around your leg.
"I've never stargazed before," you tell him, and he smiles.
"Never?"
You shake your head.
"Never knew what I was looking at. I mean, I know what stars look like but...not the constellations. Maybe the Big Dipper and the Little Dipper, but that's all."
Swiss makes a thoughtful noise that rumbles in his chest before tilting his head skyward.
"You see those two bright stars across from one another?" he says, pointing, "And then below that three close together in a diagonal line?"
You cock your head and nod.
"That's part of Orion," he explains, "If you look further below those you can see another bright star, and two further apart."
You're looking, alright. Just not at the stars.
"Thank you," you whisper, nuzzling into him.
"For what, telling you about Orion?"
You smile and roll your eyes.
"Yes that. But also this," you say, gesturing to his little setup, "I'm glad I found you in the corridor that day. You changed my life."
He lowers his arm and brings his hand to cup your cheek.
"I know we tell you all the time but...we adore you. I adore you. What you've done for all of us...you're our everything." He leans in to press a gentle kiss to your forehead.
"Mmm," you hum thoughtfully, "Well as the Head of Ghoul Liason and Enrichment I have to agree."
You don't even get the last word out before his hands dart under the blanket to grab at your sides, tickling you and making you shriek with laughter.
When Papa Primo passes by the observatory, he smiles at the ruckus he hears.
Young love.
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i’m back, need to ramble. i’m tired don’t expect me to be entirely coherent.
tonight my mind falls on rui kamishiro’s love for life. he’s thankful for everything that’s brought him to where he is, he’s thankful to be alive and living his dreams, he’s thankful to have people to love.
and oh he is so full of love. he loves getting to do what he loves every day, and the fact he’s getting closer to his dreams. he loves his friends, who have shown him this whole world of color he never knew. friends who walk a path of discovery together, friends who won’t give up on each other because they are all they’ve ever wanted. friends he loves so much it fills him with a burning pain to ever imagine parting from their side.
very early on we’re introduced to middle school rui and his relationship to the “scenery”. the scenery he longs desperately to be part of, to be part of the crowd, to form a bond that isn’t built out of loneliness, to not be on this damn rooftop. and eventually, he finds people, people who reach their hands out, and with tentative hands he takes them. but he doesn’t hold on too tight, he can’t. what if something goes wrong? what if *he* goes wrong? it’s much easier to let go when you already have a loose grip. it’s better this way.
but, over time, things change, *he* changes. and one day, he can look these friends in the eyes and go, these are the people i’ve waited for my entire life. i love you. and those once wavering hands are no longer unsteady, they’re full of life, a spark has been reignited, and they’re never going to let go. and these hands keep holding tight, so tight it hurts.
and one day, there’s a mirror. and looking back is not rui kamishiro, the lonely outcasted kid who tried to make it on his own, but always felt like something was missing.
instead, there is rui kamishiro, the one who found a home. there is rui kamishiro who’s full of love. there is rui kamishiro who’s happier than he’s ever known.
there is rui kamishiro who’s now part of the scenery.
#rui#rui kamishiro#wonderlands x showtime#project sekai#this is a little corny but it’s okay i’m allowed to be like that sometimes#i tend to factor out his antics when i make these posts#please do understand this is not in an attempt to dismiss such#i am a big enjoyer of his silliness
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120 SINF facts I collected while rereading the series
Behold, my magnum opus.
Josh likes Shrek
Dee has The X-Files theme song as his ringtone
Scatty doesn’t blink. Ever.
Dee gave Mary Shelley the idea for Frankenstein
Scatty can’t enter your room if you don’t invite her in
Scatty is a vegetarian
Perry needed to teach Nicholas English at some point because he forgot it
Ghosts love bathrooms
Josh is 5 cm taller than Sophie
Dee has always been fascinated by the idea of flying
Josh hates snakes, spiders, rats, and scorpions
Scatty hates rain, and it is one of the reasons she left Ireland
Scatty is allergic to feathers and fur
Scatty easily burns in the sun
According to the Codex, apples are poisonous and frogs can turn into princes, both of which Zephaniah confirms are incorrect claims
Zephaniah tried to marry off Scatty to king Nabukodonosor when she was 15
Dee prefers living in bigger cities
Scatty gets sick from using leygates
Josh is incredibly susceptible to seasickness
Nicholas helped create the French sign language
Machiavelli desecrated Nicholas’ and Perenelle’s graves more than three centuries ago and broke their gravestone. The Flamels saw everything
Zephaniah is an Elvis Presley fan
Sophie thinks European chocolate is too bitter
Scatty hates flying
Scatty speaks 6-7 HUNDRED languages
Machiavelli is the type of guy to punch a hole in the wall when he’s angry
Francis speaks ALL languages. ALL of them.
Scatty bites her nails when she’s nervous
Vampyres don’t sweat (this includes Scatty and Aoife)
Francis is terrible at tending to plants
Nicholas pulled off the first blood transfusion in history
Joan is also a vegetarian
Dee has a habit of cutting the phone call before the other person just so that his word can be last. Machiavelli is the most prominent victim of this
Dee doesn’t like flying
The Sphynx is afraid of dark
The pyramids in Egypt were built for the Danu Talis survivors
Josh collects fossilized feces
Joan loves cooking and grows spices on her rooftop
Machiavelli has manicured nails
Dagon often has nightmares about the fall of Danu Talis
Machiavelli knows how to program in five different programming languages
Machiavelli's one of the few world experts on quantum physics
Aerop-Enap tends to sleep off large chunks of human history
Sophie can run really fast
Machiavelli is a vegetarian
Machiavelli has stamina problems
Gilgamesh doesn't have an aura
Perry's aura doesn't have a smell
William cooks when he's nervous
Bastet can tolerate iron better than most Elders
Both Josh and Mars carry swords in their left hand
Machiavelli was the brain behind Napoleon
Francis is the only known person in the SINF universe that was born with the ability to see where leygates are
Scatty was told that she'd die in an exotic place
Billy speaks French
The Flamels worked on the first atomic bomb ever
Gilgamesh once requested to have the world’s first atomic bomb be detonated right above him. The Flamels placed him in a mental institution for 10 years because of it
Sophie doesn't like onions
Francis taught Aoife how to see leygates
Machiavelli thinks about his death unusually often
Niten is the only humani who defeated Scatty in a one-on-one fight
Virginia has a very expensive taste
Virginia lives in a tent
Canonically the reason Machiavelli and Dee keep underestimating Perenelle is that they're misogynists (at least according to Virginia Dare)
Niten collects classic cars
Dee is terrible at tending to plants
Aoife once crashed a vimana and blamed it on Scatty
Odin sacrificed his eye to an Archon in exchange for eldritch knowledge
Abraham has an extra finger on each hand
Krakens are actually only about an inch large. Apparently, sailors overestimated their size a little…
The Morrigan’s tears turn into small feathers
Dee is very susceptible to seasicknes
Nereus is responsible for the Bermuda Triangle dissappearances
Scatty and Aoife were the first of the Next Generation
The Codex has twenty-one pages
Hel imprisoned Joan in her shadowrealm once
Virginia and her flute are bonded
Billy has cold hands
Virginia doesn’t speak Latin, and neither does Billy
Mars has a coal black tongue
Sophie is afraid of spiders
Aten is a history nerd
Isis is older than Osiris
Virginia Dare is a Vegetarian
Virginia didn’t know how to speak until she was ten or eleven
Billy read Machiavelli’s The Prince
Josh looks up to Billy as a legend
Black Hawk dislikes spicy food
It’s possible to summon Elders by praying to them
Virginia was besties with Albert Einstein and her tales about shadowrealms inspired his theory of relativity
Prometheus is the self-proclaimed finest vimana flier in Danu Talis
Will abhors weapons and has never fired a gun in his life
The first humani created by Prometheus all had his facial features
Perenelle hates coffee
Tsagaglalal has no fingerprints
Josh suffers from claustrophobia
Perenelle once knocked out one of Quetzalcoatl’s back molars
Prometheus hates parrots
Prometheus read Niten’s book
Mars disagrees with just about everything in Niten’s book
There are rumors that Leonardo da Vinci was immortal
Hel loves raw pork
The only place in the world Dee hasn’t been to is Denmark
Aoife considers Khutulun, a prominent immortal warrior and niece of Kublai Khan as the “daughter she always wanted”. She is currently breeding horses in Kentucky
Isis and Osiris paint their nails black
Quetzalcoatl is a loner
Quetzalcoatl is responsible for The great Northeast blackout
Billy and Black Hawk are Star Trek fans
Machiavelli is a Star Wars fan
Machiavelli actually liked Napoleon
Tor Ri in which lives Abraham has exactly 248 steps
Marethyu doesn’t breathe or have a heartbeat
Isis and Osiris have dark purple tongues
One of the reasons Elders don’t like congregating in the same place is the risk that their auras could cause a natural disaster
Zephaniah is allergic to cats
Cookie-dough ice cream gives Virginia a rash
Dee’s favorite ice cream flavor is cookie-dough
Billy loves eating crab legs
Scathach and Aoife were trained by Tsagaglalal
Prometheus doesn’t have a pulse
#sinf#sotinf#not gonna lie i mostly made this list for myself#i think of it as a useful reference sheet
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Could I hear about your riptide superhero au?? :O
YES HELLO !!!!
was thinking of titling it Flyaway or sometihng of the like but basically:
RAFT is the main superhero organization. jay's grandma (cant remember her name) is a retired hero but she oversees everything. Jayson ferin is like. the most iconic/popular hero because he's jayson ferin.
Jay is a superhero in this au, obviously. Ava was, too, and she was just as notorious as her father for how powerful she was,, loved by the people,, etc.. Jay mentored under her until Ava died (allegedly to the hands of villains), and then she flung herself harder into the hero program, training harder to be better and better because 1: pressure from her father and 2: avenging ava.
Gillion is a disgraced ex-hero turned vigilante, because he couldn't bear not to continue fighting even after being discharged. likely got fired because he prioritized defeating a villain over protecting civillian lives, kinda similar to his og banishment in canon.
ORR if i include the undersea, he could be an ex-hero from there who was exiled.
ORRRRRR it'd be really funny if he was just some Poor Guy who washed up ashore. and become a vigilante.
Chip is a villain who used to run with the black rose syndicate, who were a pretty notorious villain group who mysteriously went silent one day. He used to run around with some sort of syndicate that Price put together but disbanded from them a couple days ago.
Drey was in the hero training program but he defected (i think that's the right word) before he could be officially become a hero. he's usually not addressed at all by the ferins, yk, being the family's black sheep and all.
I'd probably start the actual writing things off with like. Jay waitressing at the restaurant her mom owns (civilian identity is hidden,, both her and her mom are just normal people) and Chip overhearing her whisper something TRYING to be subtle about her father, and her mom makes a comment about like. "well, y'know what your father would say. he'd say you're ending up like drey etc etc. but i trust you know what you're doing, sweetheart".
and him hearing drey's name is what gets him like oh. OHHH. and he quickly makes the connections because he heard about drey's family when he was still with the black rose. and he's like. drey.... these people have red hair.... so he starts pestering jay and she's all annoyed until chip takes a shot in the dark and refers to her by her superhero name. and that finally gets her to listen but shes like "hey what the FUCK is wrong with you"
and chip's like "you know drey! i knew him too!"
and it spirals until they make a very tentative deal where chip is like. okay. come out with me for one night doing "evil villain" stuff. there's more to life than being a hero. "villains" aren't all fucking awful, man. while he's doing this thought he does the very villainous thing of holding her identity over her head so she HAS to agree.
and we all know about ep 53 and jay's intentions when going w/chip in canon, so it'd probably be the same thing-- her wanting to get clsoer to the people who killed ava, and spending time with villains.
but on that night out they're on a rooftop and she has a Moment where she's happy and free without the eyes of the public on her every move as a ferin and chip's like. i told you so. and jay's like no fuck you die. :((
anyways i think itd be hilarious if they ran across gillion trying to do a whole fucking battle with some poor fellow robbing a corner store
#vixen rambles#vixen answers#jrwi#flyaway au#< tag for if i ever post more about it !!!#jrwi spoilers#jrwi riptide spoilers#vixen writes
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Top 5 kisses in BL 2023
Top 5 fashion choices in BL 2023
Top 5 aesthetically pleasing BL in 2023
monica my beloved ♥ thank you so much for sending me all three of these!! i made separate posts for the other two here and here, but let's get into kissing now, shall we!
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My Top 5 BL Kisses in 2023
I. PuenTalay
in Our Skyy 2 x Vice Versa episode 2
listen, i know i am extremely biased but i am just OBSESSED with the parallel included to this kiss. p'x was high on something, having visions, incredibly galaxy-brained when he decided to remake puentalay's drunken kiss in their final episode. with the same dialogue and puen's soundless 'i love you' no less! this kiss is extremely beautiful and so meaningful and gosh. owns my whole ass ♥
II. MorkDay
in Last Twilight episode 6
the rooftop kiss coming to compete with all the legendary rooftop kisses! absolutely feral over how this scene goes, how it starts with one tentative kiss (careful, scared, almost chaste and innocent, child-like) and then turns into all this hunger and desperation and determination and anger and grief and confusion and delight and relief. this is pure insanity. i know they're about to top this some time soon but ugh, true cinema.
III. LomfonTien
in LaPluie episode 12
i was waiting for this kiss like i was about to drown without it and it did not disappoint. i think i replayed this scene like ten times once it happened bc it was just so good. very nice, very fulfilling. i hope these two get a second season so i can see more of them being crazy about each other and sort out whatever mess the universe has planned for them.
IV. JokeZo
in Hidden Agenda episode 8
i know they have a full-on makeout session in this episode bc it's their first time and everything, but i am genuinely in love with this specific moment. there is just something so... intimate? humane? real? about the way joke brings zo with him into the bedroom and then sets them both down like this. it brings back memories, and maybe that touch of real-life connection makes this kiss so important to me. they're sweet, they're in love, and this kiss is a testament to that.
V. SandRay
in Only Friends episode 9
i was straight up screaming when this scene happened for the first time. idk how firstkhao did it, but on some level, this feels like sandray's first kiss. it's so full of anger and passion and desperation and love and fear and. yeah. it's just a very impactful kiss, so it has to be here. some lives were changed. especially when this is impro??? oh christ alive.
Bonus: HeartLiming
cheek kiss in Moonlight Chicken episode 8
this is the cutest shit. my heart fills with joy when i look at this. they're my precious beans and they're together and in love and everything is right in the world ♥
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thank you monica, i love you so much ♥ i hope you enjoy these answers!
#puentalay#morkday#lomfon x tien#jokezo#sandray#heartliming#all these kisses are very very good#and i think there might be several other kisses i forgot to mention#that were also very very good#but once again this is what i came up with so bear with me
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After finding the post of Jimmy going feral on my dash and scrolling through everything I could find for this au, I know everyone is encouraging Etho & False’s murder but I love them so much can we get a quick check in in how they’re doing?
Most certainly, I'll do a quick explanation about their situation.
False was a living history enthusiast who learned blacksmithing and carpentry, so she has an actual factual handful of hand-forged swords and bows and even knows how to fix shoes.
Etho was a security guard with a hobby for fishing and survival camping. He may or may not have known a horse breeder and stables, so he's also pretty good with large animals. (He also is definitely not a cosplayer, he just manifested those sewing abilities out of thin air for sure...)
Overall the two have a lot of odd and unique skills that let them survive in ways others cannot.
Etho and False (and a few others with them) basically had your stereotypical more cynical "humans are the real monsters" apocalypse experience and ended up in a large group of raiders. Unfortunately, such a group is rather unstable and ate itself with conflict and violence. It made them tougher, but much more wary and cynical. (Hence their first method being to rob the ranchers of what they need.)
Despite being much more willing to kill they ultimately would rather not. So, Tango made a deal to bury the hatchet if they agreed to behave.
They live downtown now, in the city no one else wants to. They're a bit tougher and have more combat experience so they don't mind it in exchange for the natural protection the zombies provide and the untapped resources found nowhere else. Those resources make them very valuable trade partners, too.
They're still adjusting to interacting with other groups peacefully. Some people are also not ready to trust them, Jimmy most of all. As such, they primarily interact with the Gs right now, who are their closest neighbours and they've had the most time with.
They're getting on pretty fine now. It's a bit rough to set up, but they have a good network of tunnels and rooftop highways under way.
They don't have as much resources to do so but just like the ranchers they're starting to set up gardens now that the weather's turned. Since they're far less established in general they probably won't have enough to survive off it independently this year.
Overall they're making due, and have been tentatively added to the radio network on Tango's vouching.
They have access to a lot of technology, untouched canned foods, clothing, and other large quantities of resources, so they're setting up a pretty luxurious base.
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Chapter Twenty: Diary (written for @zelinktines24 day 20 prompt)
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Laughter from the Gerudo soldiers and the savory smell of the red-tusked boar Link and Tulin had brought back from their hunt fills the evening air. Sitting on a stool, Link occasionally turns the spit, and fat drips off the crispy skin to sizzle in the crackling fire.
He looks across the flames where Zelda sits, her journal in her lap, a forgotten self-inking quill dangling from her fingers while she stares blindly into the fire. He wonders what she’s been writing that has her lost in her thoughts. If they weren’t arguing, he knows she’d freely share what she’d recorded in her diary with him if he inquired. It’s been a while since he’s seen her retreat into her mind like this, and he knows he’s to blame.
Riju steps out of her tent holding the hand of a young Gerudo captain, named Alaura, who towers over her, and whom she’d introduced to Link earlier. Buliara follows close behind, a disapproving look on her face. No one will ever be good enough for Riju in her eyes. But it’s clear from the way Riju glows, that Alaura makes her happy, and she deserves that.
Link sighs, it’s what he wants for himself and Zelda. He’s laid his soul bare to her, and there’s no taking back what he’s confessed as his deepest desire—to live a life with her, free from the burden of a past, present, and future that hinges on the whims of a fate carved on a long forgotten stone tablet. However, he wishes he’d waited to ask about the stones, or better yet, had written in his journal and left it out for Zelda to find.
Since their friends’ arrival, he and Zelda haven’t had a chance to talk to air things out. Maybe that’s for the best since Link isn’t even sure what he’ll say. I’m sorry doesn’t seem good enough. Besides, it has become a running joke between the two of them the number of times they’ve said ‘I’m sorry’ to each other. It’s lost all its meaning.
Spotting Zelda’s distant look, Riju nods firmly at Link before sitting on the bench beside Zelda. She playfully tugs the quill from Zelda’s fingers, tickling her beneath the chin with the feather, and drawing her out of her reverie. When Zelda’s eyes focus they alight on him, and a pensive smile graces her lips. The firelight flickers over her face, highlighting her cheeks, and casting her eyes in shadow. Melancholy hangs in the air between them, and Link wonders at the smile and what it means.
“When’s that boar going to be done, Link? I’m starving!” Tulin flutters down from the rooftop garden with a muslin bag filled with Hyrule herbs, hearty radishes, tomatoes, and Hylian mushrooms.
“By the time you make the salad, buddy.” Link reaches over to ruffle the feathers at the back of Tulin’s head.
Tulin bats Link’s hand away. “Hey! Cut that out! Fine, I guess I have to do everything for this meal! Kill the boar, harvest the vegetables, and make a salad! Anything else you need, Your Highness?” The grin on his face gives away his delight at being made useful.
“Bring the wine when you come back.” A glass of Mellie’s aged plum wine will take a bit of the edge off Link’s nerves.
When Tulin returns with a large wooden bowl filled with salad and a crate containing six bottles of wine cushioned by straw, the boar is ready. Link is happy for the distraction of carving meat and serving it to their guests. When Tulin takes his nearly overflowing plate to sit by Buliara, Riju, and Alaura, Link realizes Zelda is no longer sitting on the bench, nor has she come by to partake of the food and wine. Scanning the small clusters of Gerudo soldiers, she is nowhere in plain sight. Laying the carving knife on his stool, Link wipes his hands on a rag and shoves it into his pocket. Perhaps the crowd has overwhelmed her and she’s retreated to the house for a break.
His stomach rumbles, but his concern to ensure Zelda is safe overrides the urge to eat. Link heads to the front of the house, and just as he’s coming around the corner, Zelda steps out the front door.
Link slows his momentum, stopping a few feet from the stoop. Zelda clasps both hands in front of her, a nervous habit she’s had since he’s known her. A way to protect herself when she fears recrimination is imminent. Usually from her long-dead father, Rhoam. Link cringes, hating that he’s the one who’s drawn that mannerism from her.
“Can we… talk?” Her voice shakes, the dying rays of the setting sun glinting off unshed tears that shimmer in her eyes. In any state, she’ll always be beautiful to him.
Can they talk? Yes, of course, always. Even though they haven’t smoothed things over, having her here in front of him, her porcelain skin glowing ethereal in the silver moonlight, all Link wants to do is hold her, kiss her, love her.
He nods, and a glimmer of a smile graces her perfect lips.
many thanks to @lovesickflora for looking this over. Be sure to check out their beautiful poem unstoppable force meets unmovable object
#legend of zelda#zelink#the legend of zelda#tears of the kingdom#breath of the wild#zelinktines24#daily prompt#angst with a happy ending
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