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omnivorousshipper · 4 months

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Hi friends!

I'm finally back into writing Fast and Furious fanfic!

Especially with the Shaws!

Fic Name: In Our Minds

Words: 14k+

#hobbs and shaw #fast and furious #omni writes #deckard shaw #shobbs #luke hobbs #owen shaw #hattie shaw #fanfic

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omniscientwreck · 1 year

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hiiiiiiiiiii, maybe number 8 with shadowgast 👀

Hiiiiiiiiiiiiii okie! 8 is something about gently kissing another's hand so here you gooooooooo hope you like it!

It is sunset on the beaches of Nicodranas. Caleb can still hear the echoes of Jester and Fjord rallying their children, making a game out of marching them to bed. A warm embrace pulls him in and he cracks a smile. He knows his skin folds differently than it used to, lines of concentration carved into his brow alongside smile and laugh lines he'd long given up on accumulating.

Essek wraps his arms around one of Caleb's and rests his head gently on his shoulder. "The sky is beautiful tonight." He says quietly, and it is. The colours of them, a fierce firey orange giving way to gentle purple painted across the sky.

Essek nods, pulling in closer, "It is, it's silly but I will never grow tired of finding us in nature. Those flowers Caduceus has, the sky, bugs and birds." Caleb's smile widens and he gently takes a perfectly manicured, soft slender hand in his own rough mitt.

"It's not silly Schatz, it's us." He says quietly, shivering lightly as the sun dips below the horizon.

Caleb gets colder more easily now and Essek, acutely aware of that squeezes his hand, "Would you like to head home mein liebe?"

Even though he's had years of practice, the beautiful Xhorhassian lilt never leaves Essek's Zemnian much to his dismay and Caleb's delight. Caleb brings their hands up, his liver spots contrasting starkly against an unmarred canvas. He opens Essek's palm, pressing a kiss into the lines that a fortune teller once told them meant they had a happy life ahead. The skin warms his lips and he smiles into his husband's palm. "Not just yet, it's not quite time."

#accidentally posted too early but here it's done now!!#shadowgast #critical role #essek thelyss #caleb widogast #omni writes #just a short lil thing

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omnivoroussmut · 2 years

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Playing With Fire- Rowen Fic

Summary: Brian might be eyeing up Monica, but it’s Roman who actually gets to taste one of Verone’s partners

Tags: Roman Pearce/Owen Shaw, Owen Shaw/Carter Verone, Plot What Plot/Porn Without Plot, Bondage, Sex Toys, Blindfolds, Gags, Light Dom/sub, Dubious Consent, Anal Sex, Daddy Kink

Rating: 18+

“Rome, we need to get out of here,” Brian hissed to Roman as soon as the door shut behind Carter Verone and Monica. Verone’s henchmen were shoving the detective out a different door as he tried to pull himself together. His stomach was bleeding from the rat’s bits and scratches, but it was the indignation on his face that revealed that his ego had taken the more brutal of beatings in the confrontation.

“Yeah,” Roman mumbled as he watched the men leave.

He had seen quite a few torture scenes while on the streets and in prison, but there was something inhumane in using animals in the process. Roman couldn’t care less about the cop, but he could hear the animal squeaking while still trapped in the bucket. Glancing over to it, he didn’t hesitate to nudge it over and was satisfied to see it run away.

“Roman!” Brian hissed even louder and shoved his shoulder. “We need to tell Bilkins.”

“Let me get a drink first, man.”

“We don’t have time!”

“Fuck off, Brian!” Roman turned on him and growled at his friend. They stared each other down, but he couldn’t care less as he met his friend’s hard eyes. Brian might be used to these things, or maybe not, but this had been too much. When he had been asked to go undercover, he had never thought he’d watch a man be tortured with a damn rat! This was getting out of fucking hand and Roman was man enough to admit he needed a hard drink after witnessing that. “We’ll see him in the morning.”

“Fine.” Brian clenched his jaw. “Just don’t do anything stupid.”

“I could say the same thing,” Roman mumbled. “Looking at Verone’s woman and all.”

“She’s not. She’s undercover,” Brian pointed out.

“Sure, she is.” Roman replied flatly before turning on his heel. He couldn’t be more thankful that Verone had invited them out to a club where grabbing a drink and losing his thoughts would be easy enough. He could hear Brian following him but wasn’t surprised when he split away from Roman to head towards the exit. Clubs had never been his scene, but Roman wasn’t going to let that kill his mood. Verone had already done that.

Sliding up to the bar, Roman ordered a glass of whiskey and took his time eyeing up as many people as he could. He could still spot several of Verone’s men around the place and assumed that meant the man was still there. Even with that knowledge, Roman didn’t let that ruin him from taking a sip of his drink and plan who he wanted to dance with first.

“And here I thought you’d leave with your friend, Pearce.”

God fucking damnit!

“A full bar and pretty people, why the fuck would I leave while the night’s young?” Roman mumbled into his drink as Verone leaned against the bar next to him. There weren’t enough words to describe how much Roman hated Verone and everything the man stood for. There were evil people out there and Verone was the definition.

“That so,” Verone hummed. They stood there for a few moments, allowing the club’s noise wash over them as everyone around them gave Verone a small berth. Seemed like most of them knew who he was and didn’t want to test his patience. “Your friend seems to enjoy living on the edge. If I catch him staring at my woman one more time, it’ll be his head.”

“I’ll let him know,” Roman responded through clenched teeth. Would this bastard ever leave him alone?

“Now you,” Verone smirked at him. “You’ve shown restraint and I admired that in a man.”

“That so.”

“In fact, I think I’m going to reward you.”

Roman side eyed Verone and had to wonder if he was going to bring over the blonde that had lured the detective to his untimely punishment. However, the other man’s face didn’t reveal anything as he kept his usual smirk on his face and waited for Roman’s answer. Downing his drink, Roman decided he was already in too deep to refuse.

“Lead the way.”

Verone looked like the cat that got the cream and canary as he lead Roman to the back of the club once again, and Roman desperately hoped there wasn’t a rat waiting for him. However, they walked past the room they were in earlier and went even further down the hall where the noise of the club ebbed away to reveal gentle jazz music being pumped through. With one last look over his shoulder, Verone opened the door to what looked like a hotel room. Roman wasn’t shocked there were makeshift bedrooms in the back of such a busy club, but what did surprise him was that someone was already on the bed.

In an extremely compromising position.

Laid completely on his back was a pale man with sweat shimmering in the low lighting. His wrists were tied together, above his head and connected to the headboard of the bed while his ankles had been tied to his thighs. He was blindfolded with a red, silk tie while a ball gag was shoved between his teeth. Soft whines were the only thing to escape past the gag as the man thrashed on the bed, throwing his head back and forth. Concerned, Roman looked him over and found the cause of his distressed.

With his legs tied up, they were spread wide to reveal his very obvious erection and the large dildo inside of him. At the base of his cock was a ring and Roman suspected that by the color of the head of his cock, he had been stuck like that for some time. While he struggled in his bonds, it was clear that the strong vibrations from the dildo was driving him crazy and he needed relief badly.

“Beautiful, isn’t he?” Verone whispered into his ear. Nodding dumbly, Roman couldn’t tear his eyes off the man. Satisfied, Verone chuckled before shutting the door loudly and alerting the man on the bed that someone else was in the room. “Let me introduce you.”

Verone strode forward with ease, as if the man on the bed wasn’t groaning loudly and begging without words for release. With a faux, gentle smile on his lips, Verone brushed his fingers through the man’s sweat soaked hair and Roman couldn’t help but be fascinated as the man shoved his head closer to Verone. Looked like this was partially consensual then.

“I’ve got a new person to play with you, Owen. Think you can handle him?” Owen for his part nodded vigorously and tried to thrust his hips up in the air seeking any type of friction. Verone didn’t do anything to help the man and simply kept petting his hair. “His name is Roman Pearce. Go easy on him.”

Go easy on him? Roman wasn’t the one tied up!

Glancing between the two, Roman couldn’t figure out what their relationship was. If Owen there was Verone’s fuck-toy, then why was he letting Roman touch him? It was obvious that if anyone dared look at Monica that there would be consequences, so was there a different agreement between Verone and Owen? Not knowing what to think, Roman simply walked closer to the bed when Verone motioned at him.

As he drew closer, Roman could feel his dick twitch in excitement as he looked over Owen’s body. He was almost like a Greek god by how well defined his body was: strong muscles, legs for days, and looked so pretty all tied up. While Roman wasn’t normally able to experiment too often in the bedroom, what with being in and out of prison, he had to admit that he was far more into this than he admitted.

“Don’t leave any permanent marks on him,” Verone warned him, pinning him with a hard look. “Other than that, he’s up for almost anything. Ask before doing anything too freaky, though. And don’t touch the ropes. Wouldn’t want him to kill you, now would we?”

Roman stared at Verone, not knowing if that had been a horrific attempt as a joke or if he was being serious. Before he had a chance to find out, Verone had turned back to Owen and was gently undoing the gag. Spit strings came away as the ball gag was pulled out of the man’s mouth and a loud moan broke the tension.

“Cart, please,” Owen panted and Roman felt his dick standing at full attention at that voice. Deep, breathy, and British. What more could he ask for?

“Shh, baby,” Verone continued to brush his fingers through Owen’s hair. “Pearce is going to take care of you.”

Owen whined in frustration and wiggled on the bed that was ultimately useless. Swallowing thickly, Roman stared down at the man and was tempted to pinch himself to see if he was dreaming or not.

“He’s all yours, Pearce. Don’t wear him out too much, I want my turn once your done.” Verone narrowed his eyes. “I don’t let just anyone touch what’s mine, so you better appreciate this and stop messing with my guys.”

“Yeah, I got you.” Roman nodded weakly. He’d do just about anything to get his hands on the beauty spread out on the bed. Seemingly satisfied, Verone nodded and walked past him. As the door shut behind him with a click, Roman could only stare down at the man writhing on the bed below him. How had he gotten into this?

Leaning down, Roman carefully slipped his own fingers in Owen’s locks and was shocked at how soft his hair was. Owen whimpered and shoved his head into Roman’s hand, just like he did for Verone. Looking him over, Roman was relieved to see no wounds or anything on Owen, but he could see several old scars. A few looked life threatening and others not as much.

“Do you need me to help you get out of here?” Roman whispered.

“If you untie me, I will pin you down and won’t let you up until I’ve fucked you dry.” Owen hissed, teeth barred to reveal large canines. Even blindfolded and completely spread out for the taking, Roman knew he didn’t want to take that risk. Flinching back, Roman was shocked at how much venom and conviction the man had put into that threat. How had he switched between a whimpering mess and someone Roman never wanted to get on the wrong side of? “Are you going to fuck me or what?”

A bit speechless, Roman decided that he wasn’t going to look a gift horse in the mouth. Chucking off his clothes, Roman wasted no time in crawling onto the bed and over Owen’s body. Hovering above him, Roman paused. While it was clear Owen was into all this, he couldn’t help but feel that it was somehow wrong—almost as if he was betraying someone. Sure, he had gotten after Brian for eyeing Monica up, but she was a cop while this was completely different. Owen was just a guy getting his rocks off with someone with questionable scruples. As long as he was up for it, how could Roman deny him?

“I’m going to make you feel so good, baby boy,” Roman crooned and smiled at the way Owen arched his back.

“Please, daddy!”

“Fuck,” Roman moaned. He hadn’t even touched the other yet and he was already hard as a rock. How the flying fuck was Owen able to have this effect on him?! “That’s it baby, who’s your daddy?”

“You! Please, daddy, make me feel good!”

“Anything for you baby,” Roman whispered before leaning over Owen and lowering his face closer to his. He was infinitely more handsome this close up and Roman only hesitated for a moment before sealing their lips together. Owen tasted insanely sweet and didn’t hold back in the kiss, giving as good as he got. His tongue tangled with Roman’s in an intricate dance while he nipped slightly at Roman’s lips. Fireworks were going off in Roman’s brain and he never wanted to stop.

Kneeling between Owen’s legs, Roman let his hands trail up and down his torse, feeling heated skin. Ever touch sent shivers up Owen’s body and he couldn’t believe the affect he was having on the other—it was as if they were made for each other.

“That’s it baby, let me take care of you.”

“Need you. Need your cock, daddy,” Owen moaned and threw his head back, revealing his long neck. Taking the opportunity, Roman brushed his lips against the large expanse of skin and sucked at the sweat that had pooled on Owen’s skin. Lavishing kisses all over his neck, Roman had to remind himself not to bite down; he could still hear Verone’s warning about leaving marks. Roman didn’t need to tempt fate by leaving hickies, no matter how desperately he wanted to.

His hands dipped lower, and he rubbed his palm over one of Owen’s hips as his other hand gave feather-light touches to his cock. While Roman hadn’t been with another man before, he had a vague idea how things would go down and knew what he liked during sex. And by the way Owen was whining, then he must be enjoying himself. With one last nip to his lips, Roman pulled away from Owen and couldn’t help but stare at his flushed cheeks. He wanted to take the blindfold off, but he wasn’t sure of all the rules of the scene. Not wanting to test the waters too much, Roman decided to leave it be, even if he desperately wanted to see the lust in the man’s eyes.

Roman continued to gently stroke Owen’s cock, he leaned back to view the dildo inside of Owen. His hole was stretched around the large toy and lube was dripping down his thighs, making Roman grateful he wasn’t going in dry. The toy was vibrating so hard, he was shocked it stayed inside of him. Carefully, Roman grabbed the base of the toy and stopped briefly as Owen groaned in pleasure as Roman’s nails scraped against his sensitive skin. Encouraged, Roman began pulling the toy out and was a bit concerned as it kept coming out. By the time the whole thing was out, Owen was left gaping open and Roman surprised at just how much the other could take.

“Not everything’s about size,” Roman muttered to himself as he shut the toy off and threw it to the side. By now, Owen was a begging mess as his whole clenched on air and his body writhed in anticipation. “I’m going to make you feel so good, baby boy.”

“Daddy, I need you!” Owen pulled on his bonds and arched his back, making a spike of pleasure rush down Roman’s spine. Nobody had every had this kind of affect on him before and he didn’t know he could feel this way.

Roman took a deep breath before lining his dick up to Owen’s hole and pushed in slowly. The lube eased his way as his dick was enveloped in Owen’s heat, making him feel like they had been made for each other. So lost in the pleasure, Roman had to pause to let himself calm down and not blow his load right then and there. It didn’t help that Owen was trying to shove himself onto Roman’s dick, but only caused Roman to shiver in pure ecstasy.

“So good, so good,” Roman moaned as he pushed even deeper until he finally bottomed out. Grabbing onto Owen’s hips for stability, Roman could feel every part of Owen tense up. “Scream my name, baby.”

Without another word, Roman pulled out until only the head of his dick was inside of Owen and thrusted back in roughly. He set a fast pace, the sound of skin slapping against skin echoing in the room as Owen screaming in pleasure. With every thrust, Roman could feel himself climbing that mountain of bliss as the other clenched around him and making him see spots of black. Every single one of his nerve endings was set ablaze and Roman would knew he’d be chasing this high for as long as he lived.

Below him, Owen let out a constant stream of noise, practically begging Roman to let him cum. His wrists were rubbed raw by the ropes, but that only seemed to spur him closer to his own orgasm. His cock was left neglected and dribbling pre-cum down itself and over the cock-ring. Reaching between them, Roman fisted Owen roughly and stroked him in time with his thrusts.

“Daddy! Please, please I need to cum!”

“Not yet, baby. Not yet.” Roman grunted and sped up his thrusts.

“Fuck!”

The whole bed was shaking at that point and Roman wondered if they had more time if they could break it. But for now, he was satisfied leaving Owen unable to walk the next day.

So lost in the pleasure of it all, his orgasm slammed into him out of nowhere. Hips thrusting sporadically, Roman scrambled to pull the cock-ring off of Owen.

“Cum for me, baby boy.” Roman gasped.

Owen screamed.

White filled Roman’s vision as burst after burst of unimaginable pleasure coursed through him. All the while, he didn’t dare stop thrusting inside of Owen and coating the man with his cum. Finally, he slowed until he was shoved all the way inside of the other and could feel himself going limp. Panting, Roman opened his eyes to see Owen in a similar state underneath him.

His belly was splattered with cum as he laid there completely boneless with small noises falling from his lips. The tears the blindfold hadn’t absorbed ran down his rosy cheeks and Roman didn’t hesitate to kiss his already abused lips. Unlike before, this kiss was much less rushed and Roman could feel how blissed out Owen truly was. Slow and full of unexpressed feelings, Roman wished that moment would never end.

That was, until he heard the door open.

“Look at that,” Verone chuckled behind him. “Not many can satisfy him.”

Roman didn’t bother hiding his glare as he straightened up to meet Verone’s eyes. The other looked far to smug, but Roman wasn’t in any position to do much about it—he was still balls deep inside Owen, after all. Carefully pulling out, Roman made soothing noises as Owen whined at the loss and tried to close his legs around Roman to keep him from leaving.

“It’s all right, baby. Daddy’s here.” Roman whispered, running a hand down Owen’s side. The other man sighed in content and his body relaxed at the motion. With how blissed out he looked, Roman’s fingers twitched to untie him and let him fall asleep. But, he didn’t dare as he heard Verone clear his throat. Scowling, Roman climbed off the bed and nearly dropped the towel thrown at him.

“Clean up and get out.” Verone told him, his earlier mirth having vanished and replaced with annoyance. Grunting in response, Roman rubbed himself down before getting dressed, but when he turned to clean Owen up, Verone was there to shove him away. Narrowing his eyes, Verone barred his teeth. “Get. Out.”

Roman could see Verone holding the large toy that had been inside Owen and a bottle of lube. “Come on, man. Let him have a break before going another round.”

“Are you telling me what to do?” Verone hissed. The two guards that had stood by the door took a step towards them and Roman knew that he needed to make a strategic escape.

“No.” Roman finally said. He couldn’t help but glance down at Owen and hope the other would be fine by himself. “Thanks for the reward.”

“Don’t make me regret it, Pearce.”

Roman simply nodded. Turning on his heel, Owen’s moan of pleasure followed him out of the room. As it shut behind him, Roman drained from all the events of the night. Deciding he was done with the club, he made his way towards the exit.

“Stay safe, baby boy,” Roman mumbled under his breath as he glanced once last time towards the door that hid Owen.

He never would have predicted the next time he saw Owen, he would learn Carter Verone’s boytoy was actually an international criminal.

#owen shaw #roman pearce #carter verone #2f2f #2 fast 2 furious #smut #pwp #read the tags #omni writes

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omnipenne · 9 months

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He could feel some heat in his cheeks, which came as a surprise to him. Placing his hand on his face, he could feel it shed its cold, hard demeanour. The mask indeed fell away, revealing a look of wonder and curiosity. Seeing that side of him made the hedge witch laugh.

Unable to hide his embarrassment, he let the emotion overwhelm him. He never before had let his defences down and he was cursing himself for it. She was making a fool of him but for some reason, it didn't detract from his interest in her.

“Now now, there's nothing to be ashamed of,” she said as she slowed her pace and drew closer. “When we make camp for the night, follow my song. I shall teach you what you seek.”

The air of mystery in her words only served to intrigue Adonis more. She walked backward faster now, going back to her original position before turning back

“But be careful now, you wouldn't want to…”

Adonis felt something collide into him. Next light of the Morningstar filled his vision and he found himself surrounded by fir trees in a pile of other soldiers who were cursing and grumbling at him.

“... trip.”

#Eyes of Magus #Wip #omni writes #pushing through draft 1 and going strong

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genderqueerdykes · 10 months

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to make things a bit easier to digest, homosexuality and bisexuality are not mutually exclusive. they are not two different tick boxes you can only choose 1 of. homosexuality is a part of the bisexual/multispectrum experience, not something existing outside of it. not every bisexual identifies as experiencing homosexual attraction, but bisexual gays and lesbians are naturally a thing because homosexuality and lesbianism are a part of the bisexual experience

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lizlives · 6 months

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Superhero Costumes Covered in blood

There's always been something weirdly impactful to me about the imagery of a bright and colorful superhero costume stained with blood. Impactful in many ways, fear, disgust, horror, inspiration, sorrow. Invincible really got this. The image of Omni-Man covered in blood makes me think of how Omni-Man is a perversion of the kind of characters he's inspired by aesthetically. Combined with the disinterested poker-face he usually puts on, it's extremely fear-inducing. On the other hand, the imagery of Invincible covered in blood, especially in that final scene is harrowing but also extremely inspirational and moving. Like the idea of a raggedy flag that survives a fight. The colors are still visible despite all the horror they've endured.

#superhero stories #superhero writing #writing #superhero costume #invincible #mark grayson #omni man #nolan grayson

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strejdaking · 1 month

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I'm wondering if Omni-Man being a writer will become a new thing for annoying nerds like, well, me, to "Aaaactually" about, with people assuming that is a thing original to him and some saying a later Superman adaptation using it for Clark is ripping them off, when it's actually one of the few non-obvious traits he takes directly from the Actual Guy.

#invincible #nolan grayson #mark grayson #superman #clark kent #writing #omni man

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americana-antihero · 9 months

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Evil Superman

I was not aware how big of a trope this was as I began planning my own version of the "Evil Superman" story last year. I am embarrassed but also not completely sorry to say that I thought it was such a unique idea for me xp.

I learned how overused the Evil Superman trope was after engaging with the MAWS fandom. Fans of "My Adventures With Superman" appreciate the return of Superman as a good-natured hero, rather than a jaded antihero (or even villain, in some depictions of similar characters). Many posts call this version of Clark Kent a "refreshing" one.

I still love the Evil Superman trope and do fully intend to continue my writing, but I also felt it was important to look at what types of "evil" have come before. By doing so, I hoped to find out what people like, what people dislike, what's been done before, and how I can tell a story that follows the trope but still maintains originality.

I watched "Invincible," (spoilers ahead) and y'all. Omni-Man is my favorite evil character from anything. The writers did an amazing job of letting the suspense build behind his motives for having killed the...dammit I forgot their names, but Off-Brand Justice League. The entire time, I wondered if maybe there would be some sort of redemption, but no. His motive was based in a "master race" ideology, but then somehow he got even MORE horrible by putting the Vultrim Empire above his family's well-being - going so far as to beat his son half-to-death. I do believe he has genuine feelings, but it was beautiful to see how twisted he was.

But as I was watching Invincible, I realized. There are Evil Supermans, but...

Are there evil Lois Lanes?

Whatever the answer is, I want to write the story of an evil Lois Lane.

#mostly just talking out loud about my writing #invincible #my adventures with superman #superman #evil superman #omni-man #lois lane #evil lois lane

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shivunin · 1 year

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Oh, more prompts? 👀

Well then, what about 15? For Wen and Zevran (or whomever you think would fit best!)

Thank you for the prompt, Arja! This was lovely to write for them, actually; I hadn't planned out this scene yet, but it fit too perfectly to let go of.

So here is "a gentle “i love you” whispered after a soft kiss, followed immediately by a stronger kiss" from this list.

Vincit Omnes

There was a certain sort of cold, clean awareness that Arianwen only achieved in battle.

She’d heard others speak of this. Expanding one’s awareness across the battlefield was a necessary skill, and when she was really in the thick of things she felt she could see everything from somewhere above it all, like the whole world was engaged in a dance she already knew the steps to. Others did not speak of the euphoria that came with this, the delight she felt when she executed a particular move just so, but that was usually immaterial to Wen.

But this—right now—was much like that battle-clarity, if it had somehow been made warm and tingling, if it had sharpened only Zevran’s face instead of the whole world.

“I think I will be better now,” he was saying now, his ears still flushed to the tip, “Much better.”

How was it that he still wasn’t touching her?

Wen clutched the earring he’d just handed her and stared at Zevran, drinking in the sight of the fire dancing on his skin like she’d never seen him before.

Love. She’d thought it many times these past weeks—ever since she’d nearly lost him to Taliesen’s steel—but the word had stayed stuck in her throat, held back by the size of the word.

Love.

She’d asked him if his jumbled explanation was a declaration of love, but neither of them had really said it. The word tapped the back of her teeth now, even as the cabochons in the earring pressed hard into the skin of her palm.

Wen couldn’t speak without the whole phrase escaping, and she’d be damned to the Void if she was going to tell Zevran she loved him while Shale stared them down from the other side of the campfire. She clasped his hand with her empty one instead, the night crystal-clear before her, and dragged him toward the trees without a word of explanation.

“I hope that this is not the part where you kill me for my impertinence,” Zevran said, his voice giddy instead of wary, “Where are you taking me now, my dear Warden?”

They stopped just past the treeline, still close enough to camp that someone would hear if they were beset by darkspawn, but far enough for the illusion of privacy. That was all she needed; just a little distance to pretend that they were the only two around.

He was just so clear before her—the wispy bits of hair he never quite seemed to pull back with the rest, the lines of his tattoo, the tiny striations in his eyes that marbled a deeper brown amongst the gold, the mark on his lower lip which she’d made with her teeth the night before. Tabris wanted to bite him again now; she was a sharp thing, all claws and teeth and steel. She was not made for holding, not softness nor tenderness nor—

No. No, that wasn’t true anymore, and she knew it.

The gold was warm in her left hand. Wen untangled their fingers and rested her fingertips—only her fingertips—against the soft skin of his cheek. Zevran’ss lips parted just before she kissed them, so his breath traced her lips even before his mouth could. It was the gentlest kiss she’d ever given him, as if pressing too hard would tell him the wrong thing, would somehow make him think that this was still about bodies and weapons and tools.

Wen only parted herself from him long enough to speak, and even then they were so close that her lips brushed his as she whispered.

“I do love you,” she said, for the first time in more than half her life, “I love you, Zevran; I love you so much.”

Arianwen didn’t need to wonder; she knew she would remember this forever, whatever came next for them. “How would I know?” he’d asked earlier, and she hadn’t been able to disagree. Love had never made any sense to her; “you’ll know it when you feel it” had always seemed like a means to avoid the question rather than an actual answer.

But Arianwen knew. It felt right now, in a way she never would have been able to explain. She’d never known joy like this before; like wind in her hair and sunlight on her skin and warm gold in her hand. It felt like warm arms around her waist, like breath stirring her hair in the night, like reaching for a hand and finding that it was reaching for her, too.

How could this be anything but love?

For once, he was the one who pulled her hard against him, who tangled his hand in her hair and kissed her. Their teeth knocked together only once before Zevran regained some of his usual skill and traced her lips with his tongue. This kiss seemed to go on and on, neither one of them especially interested in letting go or returning to the others. At long last, he pulled away and pressed his forehead to hers.

“I did not understand before,” Zevran said, his voice surprisingly contemplative for someone who was breathing so hard, “I did not think—but of course I feel the same, my love.”

My love.

Yes—that felt right, too.

Zevran murmured something else, something in Antivan (which she would certainly be learning once the Blight was over, especially if he was going to keep telling her things in that voice), and kissed each of her eyelids, as carefully and gently as she’d touched his cheek.

They said nothing more; the important things had already been said. But when Zevran pressed her closer, Arianwen bent her head to his shoulder willingly and let herself be held for far longer than she usually managed.

There was a clarity to battle—to blood and steel and laughter mixing with groans in the air. But there was a clarity to this, too, to being held and touched and loved, and she welcomed the newness of it even as she took comfort in the well-worn paths of affection they’d forged between them.

Love.

Yes; that was the right word for this feeling at last. Wen let herself rest in her lover’s arms at last, and her lips pressed softly, softly, to the pulse that thudded safe in his neck.

#arianwen tabris #zevran arainai #warden tabris #dao #my writing #zevwarden #zevran x warden #also have i told you that i really really appreciate you sending me prompts?#because i do. like a lot. like i am sending you a hug and a very fancy fruit basket with a beautifully handwritten note <3 #the title obviously from o.vid and his 'amor vincit omnes'#militat omnis amans etc etc every lover soldiers and let me tell you arianwen is a fighter #shivunin scrivening

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omnivorousshipper · 11 months

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Hey omni

For a Fast and Furious request could you do one where Deckard falls asleep, and the team thinking it's adorable.

Awwwww!! I absolutely love that the fandom has agreed that Deckard is an adorable bean that the whole crew loves

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The cool breeze of the air-conditioning was a sweet relief to Deckard as he leaned back against the curved wall of the plane.

Their latest mission had taken place in practically the middle of a desert. Every action had caused buckets of sweat to run down Deckard's body and left him exhausted. Many thought that because he couldn't handle the cold, that he could handle the heat instead. How wrong they were.

Deckard's body simply didn't like extremes.

Closing his eyes, Deckard vaguely listened to the rest of the crew. While many of them had simply stayed in their cars, it had been Deckard who had gotten out once they had caught the criminals.

Fighting under the scorching sun hadn't been the best idea.

"I'm telling you, Tej, a few margaritas and a pool, and this place could easily be the best resort around!"

Even though Deckard couldn't see him, he knew Roman was waving his hands around to emphasize his idea.

"Toretto!" Luke's voice called. "Did you finally get Little Nobody on the line l?"

"Uh, Letty could you help me?" Ramsey's voice nearly overlapped Luke's.

All around him, Deckard could hear the crew moving around and talking, but none of it concerned him.

Slowly, without realizing it, Deckard fell asleep.

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"Look."

Frowning at the nudge to his arm, Luke raised an eyebrow at Dom. Instead of answering, the other man simply nodded towards something.

Following his gaze, Luke smiled gently.

Arms crossed and leaning back, was Deckard fast asleep.

His face was burned from the sun, but that didn't seem to bother him as he slept away.

Like this, Deckard wasn't the scary assassin that had come after the crew. Instead, he was one of them and trusted them enough to fall asleep. He knew they would protect him at all costs.

It reminded Luke of what Hattie had told him when he had found both her and Deckard napping in Samoa.

"If a Shaw feels safe enough, they'll sleep in front of you."

"You and your crew really do pull off the impossible, huh Dom?" Luke chuckled.

"We always do." Dom nodded back, eyes gentle as he watched Deckard.

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"Uhhh, Ramsey, I don't think you should be doing that..." Tej said slowly.

"It's fine!" Ramsey giggled, still taking a bunch of pictures of an asleep Deckard. "He's too cute not to get a picture of!"

Tej had to agree, Deckard was indeed adorable when he was sleeping. His cheeks were stained red, making him look even younger. Relaxed like this, Tej could almost forget that Deckard was the fearsome person that he was.

"It's even cuter when he's napping with his brother or sister."

Blinking, Tej could only stare as Letty joined Ramsey in taking pictures and proceeding to send them to said brother.

Shaking his head, Tej could only look over at Han and Roman.

Han only shrugged at him and snapped a quick picture himself. Meanwhile, Roman was rummaging through their supplies.

Watching him, Tej's eyebrows rose as Roman found a blanket and gingerly approached the sleeping Shaw. Without incident, he loosely wrapped the blanket around Deckard.

Sighing, Tej didn't know when they had all fallen for Deckard, but even he admitted he would try his best to be quiet and let the man sleep.

#deckard shaw #fast & furious #luke hobbs #dominic toretto #hobbs and shaw #fluff #omni writes #omni answers

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sweetescapeartist · 1 year

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ANIME VS MANGA: Android 17's Wish & The Gods' Motives.

DBS ANIME CONTINUITY 📺

DBS EPISODE 131 (3-25-2018)

In the anime, it is revealed by the Grand Priest that the Omni Kings predicted that the winner would make a selfless wish. A selfish wish would've resulted in the erasure of the entire multiverse.

But, they were pretty sure that a selfless wish would be made & 17 proved their expectations to be correct.

DBS MANGA CONTINUITY 📕

DBS CHAPTER 42 (11-20-2018)

In the manga, 17's wish to bring back the universe was unexpected to the Grand Priest. Its almost as if they wanted 17 to make a selfish wish & not bring back the erased universes.

Also, Manga 17 made his wish because he didn't want "those little imps to have their way with things." So, that "evil Angels" theory ppl had during the ToP works better for the manga continuity than with the anime continuity.

ALSO...

Anime 17 spoke politely and showed that he has more human emotion. Something he showed he felt he lacked in the saga was his humanity. Great character development.