#ark writes

[landprince]

Riku had been keeping a constant vigil over Sora since the younger boy had arrived. He was a dutiful guard, never once slacking on his watch over him as the boy slept peacefully on the bed Riku was given weeks ago. 

Maleficent had done him a huge favor in wiping Sora’s memories away once he was brought to Hollow Bastion kicking and shouting in Riku’s arms. Riku had merely shushed Sora, cooed at him, and tried his best to placate the irate keyblade wielder before the boy fell like a sack of potatoes to the floor with the witch’s magic. 

Worry had seized his heart momentarily before Maleficent explained it was just a simple sleeping spell. The anxiety flooded out of him in such a rush it made the young man dizzy. The woman then placed a glowing hand over Sora’s closed eyes, held it there for a moment, and then retreated from the room with a gentle: “You’re welcome, Riku. I do hope this pleases that rotten little heart of yours.” 

Riku didn’t deign a reply. 

He merely scooped the unconscious boy up in his arms and carried him away to his rooms. Lonely were the many nights he spent here, the loss of his friends eating away at him constantly. 

When Riku ran into Sora in Traverse Town, he was elated, but jealousy came roaring to the forefront when Sora was soon surrounded by what he would later learn to be the King’s court magician and guard. 

Anger and jealousy had warred inside his chest when the stupid duck had claimed Riku wasn’t able to go with them, and instead of causing a scene then and there, Riku had chosen to tactically retreat. Maleficent had been kind to him when he had arrived at her doorstep --befuddled and excited in equal measure to be in a new world-- but he valued her opinion even if there was something underhanded about it. 

“If you desire the boy so much, simply take him,” she had instructed. 

The thought of just… forcing Sora to go with him made Riku’s stomach hurt, but after several incidents of back and forths with the younger boy during trips to multiple other worlds, Riku was now able to admit he missed Sora more than he valued the boy’s freedom and consent. 

Riku didn’t even wait for Sora to become alone before snatching him up. He sent Heartless in droves to distract the dog and duck (he never bothered to learn their names, they were just obstacles in the way and needed to go), and while they swarmed the pair, Riku dragged Sora through a door of darkness back to Maleficent’s home. 

Sora, being Sora, had been excited at first to see him, making Riku’s heart flutter for a moment with happiness before the boy asked to return. His “friends” needed him. 

Anger soured his delight immediately. 

Childishly, Riku shoved Sora, making the boy stumble to his knees where he looked up at him with such wide eyes as if he couldn’t believe Riku would do such a thing. 

And the confusion and trust in those blue eyes made Riku’s breath catch. 

A heat bloomed in his chest and Riku clasped the front of his shirt in a fist.

“What about Kairi?!” he shouted. “What about me?!” 

“You’re important too, but they need me right now!” Sora had tried to defend. “Riku, please…” 

Riku scoffed. Tears had burned in the corners of his eyes as Maleficent’s previous words came rushing back. 

He has no need of you now. 

But now here Sora lay. Asleep. Peaceful. Completely vulnerable.

Riku ran a hand through spiky chestnut hair. 

“You’ll see, Sora,” he whispered, trying to keep his voice low so as not to disturb his best friend. “It’ll be better now that we’re together again. We’ll have our adventure. We’ll never be separated again. I promise it’ll just be us from now on.” 

It’ll be just like it was supposed to be. 

#ark.txt #ark writes #Kingdom Hearts #Sora #Riku #soriku #toxic soriku hours #shut up this is love au

[fallstreakfeathers]

Name:

 Akihiko Kanda

Nicknames:

“Aki” “Old man” (Charlie, teasingly) “Sir Long-Ears” (Charlie, teasingly) “The demon who eats demons” “(The) Demon Cannibal” “Massacre Demon” “Traitor”

Ethnicity:

Japanese

Species:

Demon (Oni)

Age: 

Chronological Age: 95

Physical Age:  35

Mental Age:  35

History:

Akihiko found himself in a grief-filled tale of horrific circumstances, forcibly transformed into a demon when Muzan sought a convenient distraction.

When he accidentally regained part of his memories- in which he watched himself kill and eat his wife and only son, along with several family members- the sheer weight of his rage and anguish inspired him to invoke Muzan’s curse and rip the cells from his body. This freed him, but left him permanently scarred. Unbeknownst to Akihiko, his torment was so overwhelmingly powerful that Muzan subconsciously felt it along with the curse's destruction through his shared link with his demon kin, and it even forced his eyes, although momentarily, to mist over.

In their shame and terror of the Incident, those left of the Kanda family condemned Akihiko entirely- not that he’s tried to return. Akihiko has accepted his disgrace with the utmost dignity. However his older brother, the only one to truly believe and to argue that Akihiko was under control of something- and would never have willingly harmed his family- was also shunned.

Akihiko’s estate stands abandoned by the family and is believed to be cursed.

Because Muzan’s cells changed his DNA, he can still regenerate at a (much) slower rate than other demons. Akihiko has vowed on battling Muzan if they ever meet again. In preparation for that, Akihiko gathered the broken blades of Demon Slayers who sought to kill him (though Akihiko never harmed them) and found a smith willing to melt them down. He then submerged the end of his tail and both arm-blades in the molten steel. This formed the Nichirin blades he wields on his body, though the process was so painful it left him delirious for days. It was an unexpected surprise for all involved when these newly formed blades revealed a striking change in color.

Muzan has a bounty for his head or death, and so Akihiko has lived in hiding on one of Japan’s unpopulated islands until he met and rescued Charlotte Ainsley.

Ainsley willingly (insisted) gifted Akihiko a small amount of her own blood through transfusions in return for protection and training, and eventually they both came to think of themselves as family. Because Akihiko has torn Muzan’s cells from his body and feeds off of other Oni and Yokai, he no longer feels the need to consume humans, but has no qualms killing any human that willingly works for Muzan- rare as they are.

When the Demon Slayer Corps eventually tracked Akihiko down, he fled- leaving an unwilling Charlotte Ainsley in their care until their reunion two years later.

Personality:

Stern, strict, though not without moments of humor. Tends to not speak shorthand- “do not” vs “don’t”. Akihiko carries himself with a swift grace that has been compared to a deity. This has been noted to contrast strongly with his fighting style- which is often rather brutish. He has a very strong sense of duty and honor and tries to make sure those around him uphold their own. He recognizes his faults, and regrets, and seeks to live better moving forward- though there are some wounds that can never heal. He can come off as overbearing and rigid but he means well. Frequently butts heads with Charlie about her behavior but loves her dearly as his own daughter and refers to her as his ‘gift from the sea.’ He and Charlie are well known for their snarky banter. He is creative in solving problems- even teaching Charlie how to wield a glaive without having much prior knowledge. He also came up with the idea of his oni mask, which is capable of filtering Charlie’s wisteria smoke (and therefore preventing his own poisoning) using charcoal, and a cloak he wore to hide from the sun he wishes to one day be able to walk freely in.

Akihiko has a unique relationship with his demonic abilities- while he despises them, he recognizes that it is now a part of who he is. He hates what he has become but will not give up on his sense of self or his journey to find redemption in any way possible.

Despite his hardships, he is a strong believer in the good in the world. He hopes for a day when everyone is free from suffering, and often tries to relieve the pain of others.

Due to his past, Akihiko holds a legendary hatred towards Muzan and his sympathizers.

Rank:

Akihiko holds no official ranking within the Demon Slayer Corps, but is an ally.

Demon Blood Style: Solar Burst

Fire erupts from cracks in his flesh, encircling his body and connecting back to other fractures in a way very reminiscent of a solar flare. Not only does this fire burn other demons, but it can also be released in powerful blasts. These cracks and the markings in his skin glow orange when activated, as does his eyes.

Aside from his blood art, Akihiko fights using his tail alongside the blade-like protrusions on his arms. He also utilizes his wings, in which the muscles on his back thicken with blood, enabling him to fly. This thickening also forces the scales on the edges of his wings to rise, turning them into serrated weapons that shred flesh with ease. This ability makes him an even more formidable opponent, as it gives him a total of 7 limbs and 5 blades.

He controls every inch of his battlefield, often leaving no time or chance for his opponent to move.

Though he feels it dishonorable, Akihiko attacks his demon prey from behind; using his wing-arms to crush their skulls and render them completely blind and deaf to who attacked them (and therefore preventing the demon from alerting Muzan to his position).

He is deceptively fast, and creative in the ways he uses his body in battle.

Hobbies:

Frequently writes poetry, but he burns the paper after he finishes, so nobody has ever read his work.

Avid reader. Can generally be found with a book or pamphlet of some type.

Enjoys creating paper lanterns and hanging them at various times of the year.

Can play several instruments, including the shamisen.

Is often found relaxing in hot springs. The water and minerals do wonders for his joints and scales.

Likes to bake treats from recipes he’s memorized. They’re the only things he can cook that he can guarantee will taste good, since he hasn’t eaten human food in over 60 years.

Plays Mahjong with his friends, and Charlie.

Special Skills

Including all skills that come with demonic transformation, Akihiko has garnered several personal abilities. Akihiko lacks the instinctual fear of fire that most Oni and Yokai are born with. - Fire Absorption Charlie Ainsley and Akihiko frequently tag-team strong opponents. One of their most dangerous moves involves Akihiko absorbing the fire from Charlie’s attacks into his own body and then releasing it in a terrifying blast that incinerates everything in front of him.

- FlightUnlike most of Muzan’s kin, Akihiko’s transformation and eventual evolution granted him the ability to fly using his massive wings. He dislikes this skill, and only flies when necessary.

- Night Vision

Akihiko is able to see perfectly as he prowls the darkness. 

- Demonic Cannibal Having altered his body during the process of expelling Muzan’s cells, Akihiko is best known for his ability to devour and gain strength from other demons instead of humans.

- MedicUsed to healing Charlie’s battle-wounds, Akihiko has learned to patch humans fairly well and can even take care of some otherwise fatal injuries.

- IntuitionHis keen intuition allows him to discern most people's emotions or mental states, allowing him to better approach or convince them to accept his help or work with him. As such, he is able to actively avoid people who hate demons indiscriminately, like Shinobu and Sanemi, but is very understanding of those emotions.

- Alpinism

Akihiko’s powerful wing-arms and grip allow him to scale vertical cliffs that would otherwise be untraversable except by flight

His wing’s hands are strong enough to smash stone with ease, and he uses them to create footholds for Corps members to climb.

Other Trivia:

Though a talented poet, Akihiko cannot draw well

Dipping his tail and arm-blades into molten nichirin steel caused him so much pain that he was delirious for nearly a week

His arm-blades- which he lacked in his initial demonic turning and now has the ability to harm demons- may have been created by his body in an act of redemption. They are a means of striking back at the demon lord that drove him to murder his beloved family.

He considers the nichirin steel’s color change as a gift of the gods, though the color itself (Tyrian Purple) leaves a sour taste in his mouth

Shinobu scares the hell out of him, but he also understands her hatred towards demons. He tries his best not to hang around her any more than absolutely necessary.

Although he initially planned to hunt down Muzan as a suicide mission, when he realized how much he and Charlie needed each other, he abandoned the plan and chose to live to protect her as his own child

In his secluded home, he created a shrine in his family’s honor and visits it every day to remind him of the love he felt for his family, and to pray to the gods and those he killed for forgiveness.

Akihiko has been known to read Charlie’s favorite books to her to help her sleep at night, since she cannot read Japanese all that well. He denies it, but she has heard him reading in a soft, sing-song voice many times

Animals seem to be able to sense Akihiko’s kind heart (and Gyomei has even commented on it!) despite his terrifying appearance. He can often be seen with a swarm of bird or butterflies or forest animals

 Akihiko gave Charlotte her shinobue flute, only to immediately confiscate it when she proceeded to tweet it as loud as she could

Quotes:

To Charlie: “Charlotte Ainsley, you are a blight upon the peace!” “Thank you.” “It was not a compliment!” 

To Charlie: “You’ve failed.” “What? How?! The demon is dead!” “And so will you be, if you continue to underestimate your enemies!” 

To Sanemi: “Do not mistake my patience for weakness, boy.” 

To Akaza: “Get away from my daughter!” 

To Kagaya and Co. : “My humanity has been stripped from my body, but that does not mean it has been stripped from my heart.” 

To Kagaya and Co. : “I can never atone for what I’ve done. I cannot bring my family back from the dead, but I can make sure other fathers do not have to know the same loss.”

To Zenitsu: “Do you ever stop screeching? I am not going to hurt you!” “You’re so scary! My heart can’t take this anymore!” “I am just sitting here…?”

To Charlie: “Everyone has their burdens to bear. How you carry them is up to you.”

To Charlie: “It’s okay to be scared, but it is not to bow to that fear. Stand up.”

To Charlie: “You have the subtlety of a raging bull in a tea shop.” 

To Inosuke: “Child, if you eat that bug, I will put you in a headlock. What are you? A wild beast?” 

To Charlie: “Rengoku seems the type to treat you well, Charlie. Don’t you think so?” “Oh, Gods. We’re just friends!” “Is that so? Pity...” “...” “What about that Tomioka boy? You seem close.” “No! We are not doing this! Goodbye!”

To Tengen: “There is never a dull moment on your watch, is there, my friend?” 

To Akaza: “I’ve never eaten an Upper Rank…Come, then! Let us shed blood!” 

Theme Songs:

Tigrex (MHWI/MHF2)

The Calling- Marcus Warner

Central Park (King Kong, 2005)

Magnamalo (MH Rise)

The Blood of my Brothers- Dwayne Ford & Joel Jorgensen

Battle Cry- Imagine Dragons

#not obey me #ark draws #ark writes #arkheliosocs #demon slayer #demon slayer oc #demon slayer demon #i wish he was MY dad #i want to post all my general demon slayer headcanons next tbh bc theyre pretty integal to this fic :P #kimetsu no yaiba #kimetsu fanart #demon slayer fanart #kny fanart

[metalotaku-da]

Dick and wally were sitting at the wayne family dinner table with their joint families announcing their engagement. Just before desert their was a knock on the front door. Alfred went to tend to it. Nobody thought anything of it till Alfred came back to dinning room with a large meta with him and two scruffed young kids hanging from his hands.

"I believe you have a guest master dick, master wally." Alfred said looking at the red head with a bit of judgment.

"You." The large meta with a goatee and flaming seemingly flaming hair. Motioned to wally with one of the kids who protested. "Well shit you are all here." He looked around the table. "Good I only need to do this once then hopefully. Quit fucking with the time stream." He ignored the throat clearing of the butler and the half raised from the seat posture of most of the dinners guests. "I'm tired of cleaning up all these timeline collapses you speedsters cause. So here is the deal." He sat the protesting kids down in to wally's lap. By phasing through the table. "I'm going to pull all your kids who would cease to exist from the now failed timelines and drop them all in your laps. And I don't care how many it ends up being. You want to cause me problems. You're getting all of yours 10 fold." As he backed out of the table. He pointed an accusing finger at the speedsters. "Do not try me! Oh and By the way. Congratulations on your engagement." He gave a rough pat to alfreds back. "Thanks old man." And then he vanished from sight.

The bats stared at the speedsters. "Care to explain that?"

"Who was that guy?"

"OH my god I'm a dad!" Wally said in shock looking down at his two kids. Ignoring Barry arguing with half the bat clan.

"What are your names?" Dick said all smiles at the two little kids sitting in wallys lap.

"Jai"

"Iris"

#dc comics #danny phantom #dcxdp #dp x dc #dp x dc crossover #dpxdc #dan phantom #is a pissed off stork delivering babies like a disney movie #alternate time lines become lost timelines and dan plays Noah's ark with the super kids. #part of parole #punishment for heroes #and atonement for dan wiping them all out in his lost timeline #clockwork thinks this is a great idea. he loves his lost timeline son #all the other heroes will too. #wait till barry screws the pooch and gets the tornado twins dumped on him as terrible twos. #dick x wally #writing prompt

[hanasnx]

MINORS DNI 18+

INDIANA JONES has that effortless brat-taming way about him. When he tells you to “Sit down.” because you’re getting too uppity, you’ll sit down. When you’re acting fussy because he’s spending too much time away from home, he’ll call you out on it before finding a satisfactory solution for you. For the most part, he’s highly logical when presented with problems. So logical sometimes it’s hard to argue with him because he doesn’t wanna see the emotional side of things. Oh, but when you give him the silent treatment... it's an entirely different story.

His boots thunder after you as you walk away from him with your nose stuck up in the air. "You ignorin' me?" he questions. He knows the answer, but he's incredulous. You've noted how when he's angry, he's looser with proper pronunciation. So at least you're getting somewhere.

"Hey." he warns, his large hand clamping onto your upper arm to whip you around and face him. "Don't walk away from me when I'm talking to you."

You glare up at him, jerking your limb from his hold. "Oh, were you? I didn't notice, Pa." As you speak you cross your arms, closing your eyes to pivot your head in the opposite direction. The nickname you call him so affectionately is now used to pierce him. Instead, it backfires. You see it in the way he sets his jaw.

"I'll show you why you call me that."

With all the rage a father can have, and all the passion a lover is capable of, he makes sure to teach you not to address your Pa so informally. Your poor ass a mess of a sloppy, red welt when he's done.

#[🃏] #indy: drabbles #ch: indiana #indiana jones smut #indiana jones drabble #indiana jones imagine #indiana jones fanfiction #indiana jones fic #indiana jones fanfic #indiana jones x reader #reader insert #raiders of the lost ark fanfiction #indiana jones writing #the dial of destiny fanfiction #the dial of destiny smut #indiana jones x gn!reader #implied smut #indiana jones series #indiana jones x reader smut #indiana jones x gn!reader smut #x gn!reader #tw impact play #tw daddy kink #brat!reader

[hellspawnmotel]

terranigma, a cool game

#terranigma #terranigma ark #terranigma elle #terranigma meilin #art tag #im going to write a little review in the tags bear with me #first the negative: #the magic system is weird to use and basically useless apart from one boss thats almost impossible without magic #it has some weird racism like most old games where you travel around the world. a little more egregious since its supposed to be real earth #i found the main character to be slightly insufferable for about 3/4ths of the game. i came around on him by the end tho. he grows up a lot #and i found whats by far the largest section of the game (chapter 3) to be the least interesting #im not really into helping cities develop and trade quests tho so it might just be me #oh also it is STUPID easy to permanently lock yourself out of like 15 sidequests #and theres a lot of mandatory things that are really hard to figure out. you need to use a walkthrough for this #anyway thats what i didnt like #what i DID like tho. i dont want to get into too much detail but #its a genuinely beautiful game for so much of it #there were so many moments that left me speechless #its high-concept and thoughtful and fun to play #you dont really need to do much grinding either #at its worst its obtuse and cliche but at its best its breathtaking #and i really recommend more people check it out #special shoutout to my friend seona who modded my 3DS and downloaded a bunch of roms including this one #so in conclusion. terranigma is an underrated gem. play it if youre a 90s jrpg junkie like me #just have a walkthrough open also lol

[fromdarzaitoleeza]

#Tap images for better quility

The stars will go out before I forget you

#web weaving #missing #loving #i love her #i love you #dark acadamia aesthetic #dark acadamia quotes #dark acamedia #light academia #dark ark #dark aesthetic #aesthetic #romanticism #hopless romantic #arabic quotes #arabic #mahmoud darwish #classic literature #tumbler #poetry #writing #artists on tumblr #beautiful quote #dark quotes #books and quotes #literate rp #literature #language blr #translation #literaure

[sincerely-sofie]

The end of a long day.

#Sofie: I think I will write a cute lil fluffy Twig/Ark oneshot :) for fun :) #Sofie: *Remembers that it would take 30+ chapters to reach this level of their relationship in a fic so people understand their dynamic* #Sofie: I think I will draw a cute lil illustration of my Twig/Ark oneshot :) to cope :) #the present is a gift au #stuff by sofie #pmd2 #pmd eos #pmd explorers #pmd sky #pmd #pokémon mystery dungeon #pokemon mystery dungeon #pmd au #pmd hero #pmd darkrai #pmd art

[receding-tides]

Agent 3, a little on the broke side, decides to sign up for the local shifty job everyone calls 'Salmon Run'. Fighting an army of ferocious fish isn't above her skill level, but the true difficulty lies with her teammates - as one of them seems to have recognised her as the New Squidbeak Splatoon's most fearsome agent.

Here's my piece for @heroshotzine !! :] Leftover sales are open until December 8th!

The fic can be read here with the pretty layout from the zine itself, or alternatively it's posted on Toyhouse and AO3 !

#my art #my writing #also this was written before splatoon 3's release so this is splatoon 2 era salmon run #remember when salmon run had scoped chargers. and we didn't know what was going on with ark polaris #also don't worry about what happens a few years from when this takes place. heart #agent 3 #faye #ibis #splat ocs #if you want to read the images and tumblrs click to open is too small do right click > open image in new tab

[pastelspindash]

an ARK siblings fic about Maria's frustration and strained relationship with Gerald as a result of being trapped in space. this fic was inspired by @vulcan-moon's gorgeous art! go check them out, and i'd appreciate any comments if you enjoy!

#sonic #sonic the hedgehog #sth #sonic fandom #shadow the hedgehog #my writing #sonic fanfic #sonic fanfiction #shadow fanfication #maria robotnik #ark siblings #sa2 #sonic adventure 2 #sth fanfic #maria sonic #shadow sonic #sth fandom #shadow & maria #shadow and maria #gerald robotnik

[yamisnuffles]

I know I'm not the first to say it, but everyone really should reread their own fic. It's such a treat lol.

#was rereading some AU stuff #both in prep of possibly writing more #and bc I had some art ideas I ws kicking around #and it's been long enough and my memory is bad enough #that it's all new to me lol #anyway possible ark art bc of canon stuff bringing feelings #and post s2 fic bc I keep thinking about it

[rotten-games]

Somewhere in my mind there is an au post-rott where Queenslayer goes on an adventure to find themself with Lokeira (and possible Herron, though not necessarily in a romance with either of them) where they travel the world and make it a better place and revisit all their allies who made it.

And then there's Arke hunting them down because one day they just up and left and goddamn it they gotta stop doing this!

#rott game #this is just my personal 'what if everyone was happy (comparatively)' au #that I might write one day but as its own standalone thing. for funsies #every day I live to make Arke's day worse

[landprince]

Fandom: Kingdom Hearts Characters: Sora, Riku Rating: E Pairing: Sora/Riku Words: 2,532 Summary: A rather weak-willed individual, Sora is a 'go with the flow' type of guy with little actually going for him in his life. One night he saves a stray dog that was bleeding in an alleyway, only to wake up the next day to a shirtless man in his apartment wanting to change his entire worldview.

based off this

Stumbling to his feet, he used the couch to help him stand, only to freeze halfway between kneeling and standing as he saw a man he’d never seen before standing in his favorite pajama pants and shirtless in front of his stove in the kitchen. 

A fine flush coated Sora’s face as his eyes were drawn to a finely chiseled torso first of all, then up to the prettiest green-blue eyes he’d ever seen before framed by long silver hair. 

“Oh, you’re awake!” the stranger said conversationally with a closed-mouth smile. “I didn’t know how you liked your eggs, so I hope scrambled is okay.”

Sora watched, open-mouthed with confusion (and maybe a tiny bit of fear), as the man scraped some burnt eggs from a skillet and onto a plate. Another plate was beside it, sloppily fried eggs on that along with toast. 

“Who are you?” Sora managed to force out as he finally fully stood and took a few steps back to get closer to the door. His hand waved in the air as he groped for the doorknob, ready to make a run at the first chance. “How did you get in my house?” 

“You let me in,” the man said with a shrug as he placed the dirtied dishes into the dishwasher. “ You brought me here.”

#Kingdom Hearts #Sora #Riku #soriku #werewolf!riku #the wild things beneath our skins au #ark writes

[oblonger]

@sincerely-sofie

Ark watches the sun set.

Ark silently sat next to Twig, holding her hand as she lay under her blanket, the worn out shawl she's owned for decades barely peeking out from underneath. The room was gently illuminated by the small, yellow-orange flame on the end of her tail. The two of them alone, per her requests.

After a long period of agonizing silence, Twig opened her eyes and shifted her head to look at Ark.

"Hey Ark?"

Ark turned to face her, it felt like his heart would rip itself apart whenever he looked at her.

"What is it Twig?" He asked, doing his best to suppress the shaking of his voice.

"Can I ask you for something?"

Ark felt like he already knew what she would ask. "I will not abandon you." He responded, sounding more desperate and grief ridden, than determined like he'd hoped.

Twig gave a small, weak chuckle. "No, I'm not gonna ask you to leave."

Ark felt deep regret at his reaction. "My apologies. What's your request?"

Twig slowly blinked at him, a smile spreading across her face. "It's fine, man. I know I promised, but I wanted to ask if you could put me to sleep. And we could watch the sunrise again."

Ark could feel his other hand shaking. "You will see the sunrise while you still yet live, Twig." Once more sounding more desperate than determined.

Twig very slightly tilted her head. Her smile radiating a warmth that he cherished so much. "Ark..."

He could feel his emotions being torn apart. "I dont... I dont want you to have a nightmare."

Twig weakly chuckled again. "I'm not gonna let some nightmare do me in, Ark."

He wanted to deny her the chance at being uncomfortable, but her expression and the unchanging color of the flame showed him that she wasn't worried in the slightest.

Ark obliged, gently putting her to sleep. His heart pounded as her tail flame gently flickered while it changed from yellow-orange to white.

After being certain that she wasn't in any danger, he closed his eyes to enter her dream.

His relief was indescribable when he saw that Twig wasnt in the flaming bunker, or in a mystery dungeon, or being crushed or anything.

She was sitting near the edge of one of the many cliffs of Mount Trevail, the mountain's forest a short walk away from where she was. She stared out into the horizon while the sun shone down from the middle of the sky. She turned her head to face Ark once he appeared and smiled fondly.

"Took you long enough." She gently remarked.

Ark wanted to laugh, not at her joke, but at just how she was still her, despite the current circumstances. Ark silently moved next to where she was sitting, and lowered himself to the ground. Changing the sun's position to that of just peeking above the horizon.

The two stayed silent for a while.

"Finding you was the best thing that ever happened to me." Twig spoke. Ark glanced at her scar before nodding. "The feeling is mutual."

Ark didnt watch the sunrise. He was watching Twig from the corner of his eyes. His heart sank when Twig's expression suddenly fell.

"I thought I asked for a sunrise, Ark?"

It was too overwhelming. Ark rushed forward and wrapped his arms around her. Twig seemed surprised, not at him hugging her so suddenly, but that it took this long for him to do so.

Ark took in a breath that shook intensly. "I-... I can't do it Twig. I don't-." Ark could feel tears streaming down his face. He hyperventilated whenever he wasn't saying anything "I-I can't do it. I ca-an't be alone h-h-h- Again."

Twig wrapped her arms around him as he wet her chest with tears.

"Shhhhh." She gently rubbed the back of his head. "You wont be alone. It'll be okay."

Ark squeezed her tighter, he wanted her closer to him.

"Twig. I'm-. I'm so scared Twig. I don't-. I don't know wh-what I'll do with-... I dont know wh-at i'll do without you."

Twig lowered her neck to rest on Ark's shoulders. "You'll keep going." She quietly responded.

Ark tightened his grip again. He let out a sob that was louder than all the others.

"Th-theres still time, Twig. h-h- Cresselia-..." Ark's voice cracked. He couldnt force the rest out.

Twig gave a small sigh. No trace of disappointment, sadness, fear or anger.

"I know Ark. But I don't want to. It's going to be okay."

The dream started to shift in a way that was unfamiliar to him.

Ark tried so hard to say something more. He wanted to apologize for being such a burden in her final hours. He wanted to tell her how much he misses her. He wanted to scream and cry and wail about just how much he loves her.

But he couldn't. Everything he tried saying came out as sputtered half words and sobs. After a moment, Twig gave a small chuckle.

"I love you more than words can describe too, Ark."

The landscape around them was being cast in a shadowy haze.

Ark didnt want to let go.

He didn't want to let go.

He so badly wanted to stay with her forever.

Ark's eyes shot open. His face, soaked with tears, his arms wrapped around his chest, hugging himself. He was back in Twig's room. The only light shining from the waxing crescent moon. He looked up to see Twig, resting peacefully. The only movement she made was the thin strand of smoke rising from her extinguished tail.

Ark fell forward and clutched her desperately. The only sound in the room being quiet sobbing.

#fanfic of a fanfic #text post #the present is a gift au #pmd eos #writing #pmd #I've been fortunate enough to not having to deal with the death of someone i love so far. #Ark's emotions were based on how i feel thinking of when i will eventually have to face those feelings. #plus a little bit of what he fears as well.

[puppetmaster13u]

Have a Short WIP

for the Ark/DC crossover. How much sleep do you think Bruce has gotten so far?

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   “Day three in maybe-ancient times on this island,” Jason said dramatically, poking at the fire with a stick. “Robin has already started a dodo uprising, Batwoman is the best at catching fish, her stride can’t be broken, and I think Signal is going to go mad with the power of the sun soon. Spoiler has made a statue out of leaves, and I am pretty sure she’s going to sacrifice Red Robin to it, what do you think?” 

   Bruce sighed, shaking his head as Cass gave a thumbs up to her brother. Harper, who was carving out some wood to make a bowl, tilted her head. “Why do you say island huh?” 

   “Because it sounds better, obviously.” 

  “Mm… fair.” 

   “B, Nightwing is hanging upside down in the trees again!” 

  “Red you traitor!” 

   Bruce sighed again, pinching the bridge of his nose as he took a deep breath, holding it for a moment before releasing. He set down his armful of branches and logs, slipping over towards where Tim had shouted, already feeling exhausted. “Boys, don’t fight,” he called, looking up to indeed see his oldest hanging from several vines pouting at one of his middle children. “Nightwing, get down until your equipment is fixed.” 

   “Aw, c’mon B!” The ravenette whined but did do as he asked, even if it was with an unnecessary flip. “I’m not going to fall that easily!” He knew that, but his anxiety was high enough already and it wasn’t like he had brought his medicine which… ugh. 

   “Hm.” 

#batman au #dc #dcu #stuck in ark au #ark crossover #ark survival evolved #ark survival ascended #ark #batfamily #batfam #batman #writing wip #story wip #my writing #They're using codenames still until they're certain about their situation #No idea if they're being observed after all #Carrie is shooting berries with her slingshot to the birds

[hanasnx]

nothing but trouble

MINORS DNI 18+ WORD COUNT: 0.9k WARNINGS: established relationship | no angst they just yell at each other out of sexual tension <3 | shooting at ppl but no explicit violent or corpse descriptions | seeing you naked but no feminine descriptions are applied to your figure | implied smut.

The last time. you thought. This’ll be the last time. 

A promise unkept as your oldest friend lumbered in, heavy boots against the wooden floor. His very introduction back into your life is a plague on your past self’s wishes. You swore then it would be the last time. 

Yet here INDIANA JONES remains, left un-smited by divine intervention, and undeterred to a near nefarious degree. 

“What do you want?” you’d asked. 

Like a fool you heard him out. All his shiny and grand notions over a piece of junk unheard of for a thousand years. He’s got a new lead, and a new motive, and you’re naive enough to believe it when he claims you’re the only one that can help him. 

You fall for those big, green eyes. The dopey, crooked grin he wears whenever you’re agreeable to his whims. As soon as he’s within your atmosphere, you can practically smell your own attraction to him pulse off you in waves. It’s humiliating. 

“C’mon, kid, I wouldn’t ask if it wasn’t important.” he’d persuade you. Sweet talk you as smoothly as he’s done before. Curse your enslavement to your most selfish bodily desires. 

Indiana Jones is nothing but trouble. 

“Get down, are you crazy?” Indiana barks, his large and rough handling of the back of your head makes you hiss at him in anger. Shoving you down, shielding you from the staccato of the machine gun fire, is appreciated even as unceremonious as it is. 

“And you- are reckless!” you chide, the weight of a shotgun in your hands banging against the hollow sound of the bar as you rise above it. Taking advantage of your opponent’s weapon overheating to a jam, you cock your firearm. 

“Wait!” Indy shouts. His body, warm and rigid, slots behind you, catching you when the kickback of a shotgun shocks you, the hilt recoiling into your collarbone. Your partner grunts from the impact but holds fast, cushioning your fall to the ground by landing underneath you. “You’ve never shot something like that before, what were you thinking?” he admonishes, and you roll off of him. 

“At least I’m doing something!” Hysterical, your scream ripples through your voice, and you meet his wild eyes, brows pinched together in a most daring glare. You’d lifted the hardware from a fallen enemy— and you’d expected a jolt— but your collarbone did not. It aches. 

Indiana picks himself up, throwing a glass bottle in your direction; his satchel swings around his hips from the force of his pitch. You duck, and whirl around, witnessing it shatter against the forehead of an unsuspecting villain rounding the corner. Your expression of incredulity inflicts that most frustrating and famous scoff of relief of his. A cute shrug that said, “Did you really believe I’d do that to you, sweetheart?” Your eyes narrow at him, and you exhale sharply through your nose. 

“Hand me that, doll,” His hands outstretch, ready for the impact of the shotgun when you toss it to him. It pops open under the pressure of his experienced touch, the shells discarding as he searches the box of ammo he found near the strewn corpse you swiped the weapon from. Reloading, and snapping it shut with a flick of his wrist. You helplessly attempt to ignore the adrenaline tearing through your veins, crying out for any sort of relief— which must be why your desire towards him has increased tenfold regardless of how insufferable you declare him to be. The way he takes charge of risky business with a sense of admirable fearlessness you wish you could bottle. You wonder what it’d taste like. 

Sharing a cramped space on a boat had very limited perks. One luxury you’re afforded is a private bathing area connected to your room. You pat yourself dry with a towel, hair still wet and dripping onto you as you exit, the steam dispelling. You hadn’t bothered to collect garments to change into within the confines of the bathroom, being as confined as it is. Entering the room bare, in search of what to wear, Indy rises from his place on the bed. As if reverting to formal manners in a moment of bewilderment, to stand when a lady joins one at a table. A flash of an unfamiliar countenance graces his handsome features, soundlessly conveying confusion, and displacement. It’s not like Indiana to feel he doesn’t belong somewhere. A thought crosses his mind that you might now know he’s here, and his sudden movement was a way to prove his presence. He sits up straight, the pose uncomfortable enough for you to address. 

“It’s nothing you haven’t seen before.” you assure, sifting through your belongings. Not before noticing the way Indiana’s eyes wander down your figure. At your words, he relaxes marginally. A low rasp emits from him, and you cast him a side glance. 

“I’ll never get tired of seeing it.” 

A curl to your lips you can’t hide, a scoff through your nose, and he knows he’s got you. 

“Well, c’mere. Let me take a closer look at’cha.” he phrases it like he’s about to search your body for wounds, and he’s exasperated by the chore. He settles at the edge of the bed, a thick finger of his beckoning you over, nonchalant in nature. 

You oblige him. 

As if there exists an invisible string connecting the two of you, you’re tugged over, coming to stand in between his knees. His calloused hands handle your waist, drawing you in. When your instincts run away with you, you lean down, placing a kiss on his willing lips. 

Salty. He tastes salty.

#indy: drabbles #ch: indiana #indiana jones drabble #indiana jones fanfiction #raiders of the lost ark fanfiction #indiana jones writing #indiana jones smut #the dial of destiny fanfiction #the dial of destiny smut #indiana jones x reader #indiana jones x f!reader #implied smut #indiana #indiana jones series

[listerbirdloml]

Double Vison in Rose Blush

Summary: Jimmy is confused. His opinions on mullets have changed, and he has a new favourite Brooklyn Nine Nine episode.

Characters: Jimmy Kaga-Ricci, Alister 'Lister' Bird, Rowan Omondi, Angel Rahimi (very briefly), A random man I made up

Warnings: strong language (surprise surprise), slight self deprecation, VERY brief mentions to past alcoholism, someone who knows NOTHING about dance trying to write about dance

Ship: Bicci

Word Count: 3.3k

just me being silly and goofy once again

Since turning fourteen, and then fifteen, then sixteen and seventeen, eighteen, and now nineteen, Jimmy Kaga-Ricci has learned a few things.

Number one. One day, Granddad was going to die. And he had to accept that.

Number two. Being famous is not as fun as he thought it would be.

Number three. Skinny jeans maybe are a bit millennial now.

And number four. Lister Bird was hot.

 

Lister Bird, who fell into the filthy Rochester river when they were fifteen. Lister Bird, who once licked a lamppost on Oxford Street because Rowan dared him. Lister Bird who watched the note book at sixteen and wept for hours. Lister Bird, who refuses to wear trousers unless absolutely crucial, and Lister Bird, who sometimes bites his toenails (The worst crime out of all of these, Jimmy thought.)

He was hot. worldly renowned for it, in fact.

It was entirely unfair. No one could be that effortlessly attractive. If given a YouTube video and twenty minutes, Lister could learn any skill known to man. Be it guitar, dance, or even knitting for a week (Jimmy still had the scarf he’d been gifted), Lister was brilliant. But he was also real. He wasn’t perfect all the time, and he didn’t even try to pretend that he was. He was a recovering alcoholic with repressed mummy issues. He just so happened to have the face of Adonis and the body to match it.

It just didn’t seem to make sense to Jimmy, but after coming across his Calvin Kelvin photoshoot the other week, and this week watching the video Lister was featured in from Centurion Dance Complex (the studio in London he often attended. The fans took months to recover from those videos, and now, it would seem, Jimmy did too), it did. It made perfect sense to him.

In the video, Lister was wearing a crop top with a stupid slogan about riding cowboys that he had kept repeating as of recent, and some joggers. Nothing that significant. His hair wasn’t particularly note-worthy; it was just slightly messier than normal due to the exertion. There was a group of people involved in this dance, but Lister and another guy around their age seemed to be the main pair. The song sounded like a Eurovision judges wet dream, and Lister and the other dancer performed it just as well as Jimmy expected from the multi-talented drummer and the professional.

There was only one thing that bothered Jimmy.

It was hot. Really hot.

The song itself was suggestive, and the lyrics were definitely not ones Jimmy would show to his Grandad. But the dance was worse in a way. The other guy (Finn? Flynn? Jimmy couldn’t quite remember), was shorter than Lister, reaching his shoulder in a way similar to Jimmy. His hair was a dark brown, and his skin tone a light olive. The way that he and Lister managed to move together made Jimmy wonder if perhaps they’d been together at some point.

But then, memories of his conversation with Lister from Week-From-Hell-We-Can-No-Longer-In-Good-Conscience-Discuss put a stop to that thought process. It was true; Rowan and Jimmy had truly misjudged their best friend. That wasn’t even to mention the heavy undertones of biphobia in their assumptions. They knew Lister Bird was bisexual, and they knew he enjoyed partying. And therefore, they had begun to assume that was all he was. Some slutty bisexual who slept with anyone who caught their eye. Jimmy had truly been a terrible friend.

Something in his gut felt fuzzy as he watched Lister so gracefully follow the rhythm of the song and coordinate with those around him. Finn (or Flynn) maintained eye contact with the drummer as they both backed up, some of the backup dancers performing their own choreography. Once they were done, Lister was front and centre once again. While Jimmy couldn’t exactly comprehend what the blonde was doing as he danced, he knew he liked it. A lot. If there were accidents or missteps, Jimmy wasn’t informed enough about the art of dance to register them.

At one point, with a hand on Flynn's (Finns?) chest, Lister stood behind him, guiding their hips to sway to the music as their chests rose and fell. Flynn/Finn wraps an arm around Listers neck, and the blonde uses it to twirl them into the next part of the dance, a hand on the small of his back that splays the entire width. Staring at them like that though, standing still for the microsecond they were, Jimmy couldn’t help but imagine it was him there. Dancing in a downright dirty way with Lister, hands never leaving one another for longer than a few moments. The other dancer did look a little bit like him, stature-wise. But Jimmy had to admit that he was definitely more attractive than himself. He was all bright skin and happy eyes, while Jimmy was eye bags and moody frowns.

In the final part of the song, Lister has the other dancer lifted in the air with arms around his thighs, the camera operator coming in closer and managing to capture the slight bulge of Lister's arms from the exertion, the slight sweat clinging to his skin, and the way his chest moved up and down in his heavy breaths. His face was serious, but as the music cuts out and the audio of the music fades into the raw studio audio, he breaks into a grin as claps erupt around him. The video ends with Lister setting the guy down carefully and accepting a bottle of water.

Oh god. If the photo shoot was bad, this was terrible. Downright evil behaviour from the drummer.

"Jim?"

With a startled shout, Jimmy slammed down his laptop, pulling his headphones down and looking up.

"I was watching porn!"

Oh. god.

There was silence from Lister, who had unknowingly interrupted an awakening caused by himself. He seemed unable to piece the right words together, licking his lips a few times. Okay, well, uh, the foods here." With that, Lister headed out of the living room and back to the hallway, likely going to his room.

"That was..." It was Rowan this time, who stood in the adjoining kitchen, face mere moments away from cracking. "Well, you definitely seem innocent now." Bastard. He was enjoying this.

Jimmy groaned, sliding further into the couch and covering his face. Rowan laughed at this, his phone in his hand as he texted someone. Likely bliss to tell her of his mortifying attempt at being caught watching Lister dance.

Lister was back now, phone in hand and a quarter zip covering his upper body. He happily dug around in the bag of food until he found his order of chicken chow mien and joined Jimmy on the couch, holding another container.

"Sweet and sour, for a sour guy." Lister grinned, setting down the takeaway container on the table in front of Jimmy and turning on Netflix. Brooklyn Nine Nine, obviously. Jimmy's face was still crimson as he picked up the food, and the cutlery Lister offered him. Sitting this close to Lister before wouldn’t have bothered him before. Maybe if he was biting his toe nails. But now, sitting next to the drummer made Jimmy want to throw up. Their legs were so close; Listers pale but thick thigh was only centimetres away from Jimmys tanned and slimmer ones, and every time the blonde laughed at the TV or Rowans commentary, Jimmy felt the heat grow closer and closer.

Okay. He was definitely fucked.

"For the love of God, cut it."

"No, it’s in style."

"Is it really, Alister? Really?"

"Don’t patronise me, Rowathon." No matter how fit Jimmy had come to understand Lister was, he was still annoying.

"Im not. Im just saying, Mullets haven’t been in style since, like, my dad had one."

"You don’t get it. Im bisexual."

"What the fuck? What the fuck does that even mean?"

"JimJam, for the love of God, help me out here."

Sighing as he was forcefully pulled into this argument between his two band members, he put his phone in his pocket. "It's like his uniform, Rowan."

"Thank you!" Lister sighed appreciatively, looking at Jimmy in the mirror. They were all in the main bathroom of the flat, Jimmy sitting on a small stool they kept in there for ‘boy time’ which Lister had dubbed Jimmy's T injections. Meanwhile, Lister stood over Rowan, applying bleach to his hair. How they got cecily to agree to that Jimmy had no idea. They were planning on dying it pink, as Rowan wanted to match his older sister's new braids. But somehow they had began to argue about the mullet Lister had begun to grow. Rowan hated it, repeatedly calling it the lowest point white boys have ever reached. Lister loved it. He constantly cited drummers like Roger Taylor from Queen because he was, quote, "trying to harness their energy through hair."

"What the fuck does that mean?" Rowan sounded about at his limit.

"It means that he has a mullet, he has patchwork tattoos, he likes flares, and he dresses like a cowboy. It’s a thing."

"At least one of you hoes get me." Lister winked at Jimmy, and the nineteen-year-old couldn’t help the feelings of butterflies not only fluttering in his stomach but also attempting to break free. If this was how their fans felt about them, then honestly, Jimmy felt like he understood their mania. Well, a little, at least.

"God, I hate gay people." Jimmy and Lister laughed at that, with Lister poking his tongue out at Rowan through the mirror.

“Okay, fine, do your own hair." Lister put down the applicator and held his hands up.

"Oh, fuck off. Finish it."

"That doesn’t sound like a please or thank you, Ro-Ro." The glare that Rowan levelled Lister with through the mirror was enough for him to pick the brush back up.

As he worked away again, Jimmy disconnected from their conversation. He opened his phone again and opened his messages with Angel. He hadn’t told the others that he still spoke to her, in fear of how Rowan would react. He wasn’t exactly her biggest fan.

JimJam

Okay so here’s a hypothetical question

Angel

oh goodie

my favourite

 

JimJam

Ikr

So if a white boy is growing a mullet and it doesn’t immediately repulse you

What does that mean??

 

Angel

it means your heart has been colonised

 

JimJam

Hilarious for that one

No but like is that the true sign of love??

I’m looking at this like dammm and not boo tomato tomato

 

Angel

tomato tomato?? stop hanging around lister istg

also yeah youre like in love with lister we get it old news

did it seriously take a mullet for you to realise this??

 

JimJam

Blocked.

 

"Who you texting, Jimothy?" It was lister, and he was once again looking at him in the mirror.

"Your mum." Jimmy replied, watching as Listers face fell into mock hurt.

"Rude."

"I bet he has a boyfriend." Rowan teased, holding the towel around his shoulders tighter.

Lister looked up at that, and Jimmy was sure he could see Lister swallow, mouth no longer a relaxed smile, and now a more tense straight line. Before, Jimmy would ignore things like this. After the bathroom incident, he would’ve seen it for the obvious signs Lister at some point liked him. Now, he thought it was hot. Really fucking hot.

"Just Grandad. He was telling me we were the answer to his crossword earlier." Jimmy lied smoothly, now scrolling through his secret Twitter. It had zero links to him or the band, and he’d even blocked all mentions of himself or Rowan on it. Lister, however, well he followed several different accounts about Lister.

@/lister-bird-as-cats

@/listerbirdhourly

@/listerbirdupdates

@/birdedits

 

Was it weird? Absolutely. Was it the very thing he critiqued their own fans for? Yes. Was he ashamed, guilty, even? of course. Did he want to stop?

 

No.

The lights in the living room were set to the lowest setting, the large-screened TV creating more lights than anything else. Lister was sitting on the couch, mindlessly nibbling the tip of his thumb as he watched the Brooklyn 99 episode play in front of him. Every so often, he would pick up his phone next to him and answer a text, like a tweet, taking a picture of the screen and posting it to his story. Just mindlessly enjoying his spare time.

Jimmy only knew this because he’d been standing in the doorway for the last twenty minutes, hemming and hawing at the idea of making his presence known. In one option, he could announce himself. Join Lister on the couch. Perhaps they could share the blanket Lister had wrapped around his shoulders. Jimmy could squeeze in close to the drummer, lie his head on his chest, and listen to the heart he loved the most in the world create beautiful patterns that sounded like hymns. They could hold each other close, skin melting together in a way that wasn’t proper for two people who only called one another friends.

 

But in some way, he felt he didn’t deserve it. It might not have been his fault that he wasn’t aware of his feelings for Lister until recently, but he didn’t feel any less guilty over it. The blonde had spent so many years harbouring this secret from the rest of the world, only to have it drunkenly spilled in a bathroom with a kiss to an unreciprocated friend. He didn’t want to even imagine the shame Lister must have felt after that. The need to open another bottle and attempt to erase it from memory to be able to sanely move on with day-to-day life. Jimmy felt it was insensitive to then go, 'haha, oops! Turns out I actually do like you!’

"JimJam."

It would seem Lister had made the decision for him. The drummer had turned his body around, his arm leaning on the back of the couch, so that he could get a better view of the singer wordlessly occupying the doorway. His hair was a mess, and if Jimmy focused on it, he could see the darkness of a five o’clock shadow ghosting the drummer's cheeks and chin. Jimmy couldn’t help but think this was Lister at his most beautiful. Unguarded and at rest.

"You sitting down or what?"

Nowadays, saying no to Lister is incredibly difficult for Jimmy.

Shuffling farther into the room, hands wringing one another, Jimmy sat down on the far end of the couch, lister staring at him with what seemed to be fond confusion over the wide gap. Jimmy tried not to turn his head to lister fully in fear of the foolish things his impulse control might let slip. If he looked at golden hair and sapphire eyes while feeling as weak as he did in that very moment, he very well may have pounced on the unsuspecting drummer.

They sat in silence for an episode, watching as another loaded on the screen.

HalloVeen. Listers favourite.

The drummer sat up in his chair slightly, resting his elbow on the armrest and his head on his fists. He sighs through his nose, and Jimmy can’t help but stare at his lips. They’re slightly cracked, the drummer not drinking enough water. The episode plays on, with Lister huffing laughs from his nose at his favourite parts.

"I need a Jake and Amy kind of love." The drummer says mindlessly. He pulls a face for a moment before turning to Jimmy. "Uhh, I mean, you know… someday... with someone... who definitely isn’t you." It was obvious the drummer was scared about the possibility of Jimmy thinking he was coming onto him. Worried that there would be more rejection and more uncomfortableness. Nethertheless it still hurt.

Jimmy glances at him, at the worry of his thumb scratching his hands and the way he pulls the blanket tighter around himself.

No one speaks for a moment or so. And then,

"Lister, I-"

"Look Jim-"

Jake's hand is handcuffed to a filing cabinet. There’s quiet for another moment, and when Jimmy finds himself breaking it, he is most surprised.

“you go."

Lister laughed a little bit, glancing around nervously and coughing into his elbow in a manner more likely attributed to nerves than anything in his throat. He turns to face Jimmy properly.

"I uh, I promise I don’t like you anymore."

Huh?

Jimmy shook his head, trying to conjure up the right words. Words that aren’t screaming. Screams of his missed chance. Of the admiration he took for granted and used as a personal ego boost. He took too long to come to terms with his feelings. his undecided heart taking longer than he had been given time for, and now he was too late. He’d missed his opening and his chance of happiness at Listers side. Lister was speaking again.

"Yeah, yeah I promise. It doesn’t have to be uncomfortable between us anymore. We can just go back to being friends."

"Lister."

"I mean, I can’t promise that feelings are, like, absolutely gone. I'm only human, and i’ve liked- I liked you since we were like thirteen, and that's a long time for feelings to-"

Jimmy didn’t even really register the fact that his body was moving. But now that he could feel the hair in his hands and lips on his own, he realised that his muscles likely had something to do with that. His eyes are tightly shut, terrified that this would become a dream should he open them.

There’s a handmaid circling the precinct on TV. Jimmy is kissing Lister, and Lister is kissing back.

The drummer is the first to pull back, looking at Jimmy in a way that makes the singer's breath stutter in time with his heart. His eyes are wide, and his pupils are slightly blown. Blue eyes are jumping between dark brown eyes and light brown lips, seemingly unsure of which he wanted to pay attention to at the moment.

"I don’t want you to be over me." Jimmy finally manages to say, closing his eyes again and resting his forehead against Listers. The drummer's large hands are still resting on Jimmy's bicep, where they have landed in his shock at being kissed. Jimmy's own were still settled amongst long, mousey waves.

Lister doesn’t seem to be able to form words, but he leans back in and kisses the singer for another time. Everything is different from their first time, and yet it’s entirely the same. They’re at home instead of a bathroom for a concert they don’t want to play. They’re in their comfortable pyjamas rather than performative stage clothes. Jimmy isn’t worried about makeup smudging on his or Listers chin. Jimmy isn’t hanging on by a thread, and Lister isn’t drunk.

This time, when the two separate, Jimmy moves his hand to instead cradle the soft skin of Lister's cheek.


Lister won’t speak just yet; maybe shock. Maybe distress. Maybe disgust. Or perhaps anger. justified anger towards Jimmy for unknowingly leading him on for five years, then brushing off the confession of love he received, and then changing his mind and deciding he too had feelings.

Jake and Amy are standing in an evidence room, and Lister and Jimmy are sitting on a couch.

"I know it’s selfish. I’m sorry. I really am, Lis. I know it took me some time, but I’m here now." Lister still looks like he can’t believe his luck, and they both extend him the curtosey of pretending not to see tears wetting his lash line. "I like you, Lister."

Lister lets out a chuckle that sounds like it was stuck in his throat. “Well, that's good. I was absolutely lying about being over you."

Jake is down on one knee, and Lister is kissing Jimmy.

#i was born for this #iwbft #lister bird #jimmy kaga ricci #rowan omondi #the ark #bicci #jake and amy kind of love FR #i haven’t seen b99 in so long writing this was nostalgic #lister bird ur so pretty king #osemanverse #title from Gold Rush by Taylor Swift