COMMS CLOSED

Caitlyn's little bit of swagger here is really charming, but I think I have a slightly different take on it than some.

See how it takes a second to kick in? For just a second she even looks a little self conscious - but then she reacts to Vi's reaction

Horizon series, rated E, ~6.7K words

“Hey, you.” Talanah’s smiling voice filters through, feathery at the edges and rasped in the vowels. Stutter-pulsed, all reflex, Aloy turns toward the sound and feels silly for it when she finds only shadows. “Glad you made it back.” “Uh—hey. Yeah. Hi,” Aloy stumbles in response, flustered. Suddenly everything she planned to say slips from her grasp and scatters before she can chase it. Slinging her forearm across her eyes like bracing against a gale of wind, she gathers a breath and tries to pull it together. “Sorry. Did I, ah, wake you?”

When preparations for Nemesis have Aloy frustrated, Talanah is there (in a sense) to help her blow off steam.

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Weekly fifteen-minute flash fic freewrite challenge courtesy of @flashfictionfridayofficial :)

Fandom: Legend of the Seeker Pairing: Cara/Kahlan

It comes in the near-morning, before the stars recede. The light welling through the tavern-inn window is gray and delicate as chalk. Last night a rare indulgence, finding a hot meal and a bed over campfire fare and bedrolls unfurled on the unyielding forest floor. Last night, a quiet continuation, Cara and Kahlan seeking and finding one another in the deep dark after the men are fast asleep.

They wake first and silently. Their slumber-warm bodies have made grooves in narrow feather cushion, touching only where space demands. The touching is enough. There's fire in Cara's throat—an urge to turn her hips and spill into Kahlan's waiting lap and kiss her with a ferocity that would set her burning too.

Instead she lies motionless and waits like a hound held at heel.

In the predawn glow Kahlan's eyes shine, pale and glaucous, and there is not guilt in her glance. Only a question, whispered for being noticed in the treacherous honesty of the small hours.

"You fight for Richard. For us." Kahlan's fingers find and encircle Cara's wrist. A grip from which she could easily break free, if she chose to. "Would you fight for me?"

tagged by the lovely and talented @d7kyoshi!!! Thanks, friendo!!!

primary priority right now is the cara/kahlan strap fic bc they're back in my head and consuming my gray matter like they're at a golden corral.

“Spirits, I don’t know why I’m so nervous,” Kahlan said on a long, rueful exhale. But as her gaze dipped to her strapped-on cock, a curious fascination kindled in its depths, blooming through the uncertainty. Slow of hand she reached. With her slender fingers wrapped around it, she gave the length a tentative stroke from base to tip and down again. The sight was far more alluring than it had any warrant to be. Cara felt it right in her cunt, bloodrush and slick-soak, wild ache. “I guess I’m—” “Overthinking it to oblivion and back?” Cara said, cocking her head. Kahlan met the interruption with a meek smile. “Sure. That.”

"She was strength and skill and determination wrapped around an unshakeable heart."

Avatar: The Last Airbender (Kyoshi novels), rated E, ~8K words

All at once Kyoshi forgets to breathe. Forgets how to think, forgets how it feels to be lost. The shame and exhaustion and frustration and uncertainty of the last lonely year fade away at the fervor of Rangi’s mouth opening against hers. Nothing else intrudes. Nothing else matters.

Kyoshi and Rangi reunite and reignite after a long year apart.

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