#illim

Cassie, Aftran 942, and friends pose for the cover of Time Magazine.

Me posting more fanfics about crack ships? More common than you think!

This one is rushed and I’m sorry about that!!!

Warnings: f l u f f

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I shouldn’t be in love with you.” Illinois says softly to the sleeping man laying on his chest. Jim lets out soft snores as Illinois speaks. Illinois sighs softly as he gently runs his fingers through Jim’s soft hair, trying not to wake the other up.

“I really shouldn’t,” he laughs bitterly. “I seem to be cursed. All my partners die and leave me.” Illinois tears up a bit, before wiping them away with the hand that was wrapped around Jim’s lower back.

“But you insisted to come with me on one of my adventures and making a documentary about it.” He chuckles a bit, thinking how the Jim Twins got Harrison Ford to play him in a recreation of his adventures, thus making the Indiana Jones series.

“The artifact wasn’t the only thing stolen that day…” He smiles at Jim before kissing the top of his head. “My heart.” Jim stirs a bit and yawns. He looks up at Illinois with tired eyes.

“Wha…? Are you still awake?” Jim asked, his voice rough from not talking for a while. Illinois blushes a bit at the sound of his voice.

“Sorry, did I wake you?” He asks the other male while he plays with Jim’s hair. Jim leans into Illinois’s touch and hums.

“Not really… What were you talking about?” Jim asks with his eyes closed and a smile spread across his face.

“Just thinking about how much I love you, Honey~” Illinois says as he tilts Jim’s face up and kisses him gently. Jim smiles into the kiss and wraps his arms around Illinois’s neck. Illinois’s arms migrate from Jim’s face to his waist. He rubs small circles on Jim’s hips. Jim smiles into the kiss and then breaks away to pepper Illinois’s face with kisses. Illinois chuckles and buries his face into Jim’s neck, kissing it softly.

“I love you too, Bee!” Jim says sweetly. He giggles as Illinois kisses his neck. Illinois just smiles and kisses Jim’s lips.

“It’s late, you should go back to sleep.” He reasons with the reporter. Jim yawns and cuddles back into Illinois’s chest.

It’s funny you should say this because I just observed to @purronronner the other day that there hasn’t been any consensual dæmon touching in Dæmorphing, even though that’s a very standard trope in dæmonfic. 

This response is slightly unfair because it’s basically a missing scene from a fic I haven’t published yet: “Hospitality,” an Illim/Tidwell backstory fic I'm writing for @mewmewimakitty. But I promise that when you return to this ficlet after I’ve published “Hospitality” you’ll like it better.

Inez and Julian didn’t touch each other’s dæmons the day of their engagement or on their wedding night. It wasn’t anything like the scenes he’d read in books. 

It was on a quiet evening of their honeymoon, as they sipped pisco sours on the balcony of their hotel room, enjoying the sunset over Cuzco. Belkatry perched on the balcony railing, his wings outstretched, feeling the mountain breeze. Julian had the top of Kalysico’s tank open. Inez watched the sunset light play on Kaly’s pale scales, murmured, “She’s so beautiful like this,” and trailed her fingers in the water. And Kaly just... rose to meet her fingers, like it was the most natural thing in the world.

The moment was so quiet, so peaceful, but it rocked Julian’s world. Nothing was ever the same after that. 

The first time Illim touched Kaly wasn’t much like that. It was quiet, too. But it didn’t change anything. It felt like a natural extension of what had come before.

“I want to practice the purification rite with you,” Kaly told Illim. “Before we do it in the Aftran Plisam Pool tomorrow. It’s our first time touching. That means something to dæmons. It shouldn’t be for everyone to see.”

It was the same purification rite that all new visitors to a Pool go through. She asked to be purified so she wouldn’t contaminate the Pool’s waters. And Illim swam to her, in the water of her tank, palps outstretched.

He spread the slime gently over her face, first, with slow strokes of his palps. Then he rubbed his side against hers, adding the slime coat there. They twisted around each other like the twin fish of Pisces, until she was covered, a layer of protection between her and the water. It wasn’t gross or strange. Just one creature of the water greeting another.

We've seen controllers give control back to their hosts so I was wondering why she had to control him.

I guess for plot reasons, she wouldn't have known how to control that one woman fast enough but still. Just wondering.

Illim and her older brother, Liam.