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[FIC] don't know what you've been told (TOP GUN, icemav)
Fandom: Top Gun (Movies)
Rating: G
Ship: Maverick/Iceman
Note: Time travel, hardcore crushing on the older version of your annoying rival sucks, dude!!
Summary: Iceman runs into a version of Maverick that he isn’t used to seeing.
(Takes place some time before the graduation scene in Top Gun 1, after Goose’s death.)
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[destiny] fortune’s favorites
Rating: G
Characters: Shiro-4, Cayde-6, Andal Brask
Note: Written for @reodraws, happy birthday!
Summary: Maybe the real heist was the friends we made along the way.
[ao3]
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[destiny] Every Dead Yesterday
Rating: M
Ship: Pahanin/Praedyth
Note: Future War Cult's throwing a party. Pahanin checks it out. He meets a Warlock. They dance and have a good (un)time.
[ao3]
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[destiny] pray your soul to keep
Rating: g
Summary: Drifter sees a ghost.
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Hi, I have been reading your Assassin's Creed fics on AO3 and I can't say enough about how mch I appreciate them! I'd like to know whether I can have your permission to translate a few of your excellent pieces (namely, Discursus and One Candle Wasted) into Chinese?
Hello! Thank you so much for your kind words. Yes, translations are okay with me, as long as you link back to my AO3 and link me (through DM or by commenting on AO3) where you posted the translations! (I like to see the comments, if I get any, lol.)
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shiro/mithrax, prompt: quiet
The thoughts Shiro entertains about Mithrax are petty, and cruel, and unfair.
Mithrax crouches down on his knees to give him a kiss, and all Shiro can see are the ways he can gut the bug to pieces.
He’d do it quick, and it’d be painless. Mithrax deserves that much. And Shiro would gift Mithrax with a clean death, with a blade into the exposed part of his neck — twist his wrist upwards, knifepoint under the throat to crack the exoskeleton, push it further through the jaw, skewer it shut. One more thrust, and the knife would be into his brain. Shiro might have to use Arc to do it, electrify the ether before it sprays over him.
He would leave Mithrax’s body as it is, his four arms unsevered, his banner untouched. All Eliksni pride intact. Shiro has no use for honor, Eliksni or otherwise, but he will not wipe his dirty hands on Mithrax’s cloak and take it for his own. Surely the Hunter will want to have it instead.
Shiro braces himself against Mithrax’s weight, one hand at Mithrax’s waist, the other against his chest. If Shiro chooses, he can use the momentum to flip Mithrax on his back. It takes a moment for Shiro to yield — and it should be easy with the gentle nudging at his cheek, the tips of Mithrax’s claws playing down his spine beneath his cloak. He shivers from the light touches, willing himself to relax, and lets himself be pushed off balanced. Shiro wraps his arms around Mithrax’s shoulders, spine curving, and Mithrax eases him him the rest of the way down to the ground.
Shiro’s stomach jumps as Mithrax settles over him, teeth clicking at the side of his face.
It has nothing to do with Mithrax and everything to do with the old habits Shiro cannot let go. He knows he doesn’t have to forgive, and he reasons that Mithrax is not the whole of Fallen — but he is cursed with the privilege of not having his back to the wall, not desperate enough for survival. He can afford to be angry and bitter. Shiro wonders if their positions had been switched, maybe he’d play demure like Mithrax, scrambling for alliances from former enemies.
But for all that, Mithrax is noble, and smart, and kind, and leads with both head and heart. He would be a great kell.
A year ago, Shiro would kill good kells. It’s not an impulse he can shake off so fast.
Mithrax leans down. His voice rumbles in his ear, sending little vibrations throughout Shiro’s frame. “Distracted? Or must I try harder?”
Shiro lets out a sharp laugh. “You mean you haven’t been giving it your all?”
“Have you?”
Shiro’s arms around Mithrax tighten. He lifts his chin, knowing his eyes are flashing bright with the challenge. He pulls Mithrax close, almost violent, and kisses him back, not as sweet or gentle or particularly kind —
But it’s all he’s got for now.
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NO, OFFICER, NOT THIS POST HERE. I’M INNOCENT.
Drifter kisses Shin slow and sweet like he’s drinking down the smoothest whiskey. He feels Shin freeze for all of a moment, shoulders rigid, before he tips his head into Drifter’s hands and lets Drifter lead the kiss into something achingly deeper. Drifter’s palms burn with the heat radiating from Shin’s skin, and Shin usually keeps his Light under wraps. He’s fairly sure Shin has lit himself on fire. Drifter pulls back.
Shin’s face is flushed, eyes wide and lips reddened. His breath stutters. He doesn’t look unhappy, probably the opposite, but Drifter can see the faintest look of confusion.
Drifter sure as hell never kissed Shin like that before. It’d been a spur of the moment thing, looking at Shin and then just wanting and knowing he could want and have. Usually it’s Shin curling over him, being demanding, and Drifter letting him every time.
“What?” Drifter asks, prickly, the threadiest feeling of panic swirling in his gut.
“Nothin’. Just…” Shin seems at a loss for words.
“What, a guy can’t get his heart-on with his live-in moocher?” Drifter blurts out from sheer agitation. He can’t stand Shin looking at him all open like that.
Lucky for him, Shin’s expression goes through several rapid changes at once. Drifter catches a glimpse of surprise and then delight and then shock and then disgruntlement. Could’ve given his own trigger finger a run its glimmer with how fast it was.
In the end, Shin throws Drifter a pained look, lifting his head back some from Drifter’s hands. For some reason, Drifter feels a bit insulted — not like he’s been rejected or anything stupid like that, since he didn’t confess nothin’ at all.
“Now what?” Drifter says, throwing his hands up since Shin’s stepped away. “I’m just tryin’ something different and now you’re getting your sad-on and, look, it’s killed the vibe—” He pauses as Shin steps back into his space, grabbing his waist, “I ain’t in the mood to try again, thanks.”
Shin kisses him, his own version of slow and sweet, and damn if it doesn’t shut Drifter up and get his heart-on back after all.
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[destiny] the devil you don’t (parts 1&2)
rating: T
ship: (kinda) shiro-4/mithrax
note: sorry for the kinda repost, but I continued the short ficlet I started and ended up posting it on AO3 :)
“And they were stopped,” Ikora says, and it sounds like she is trying to reassure him. Shiro prickles at the thought. “Thanks to Mithrax’s plan, he and his crew were able to intercept Eramis.”
Shiro stares at her. “And where’s my gun now?”
[AO3]
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[destiny] devil you don’t
rating: T
ship: (kinda) shiro-4/mithrax
note: something short, though i may continue it. written for a curiouscat prompt, lol.
Mithrax knows of Shiro-4, the Fallen assassin, the kell killer. Most of what he has heard comes from the mouths of his own people — a machine ghoul that wears a patchwork cloak of House Banners, a nightmare that has made even the most vicious barons wary for their own lives.
Mithrax never imagines he would be speaking with Shiro-4 himself, albeit through a video feed under the supervision of his two Guardian friends.
“Devils armor,” Shiro-4 repeats. His tone is polite. He gives Mithrax an inquiring glance.
The Hunter by Mithrax’s side smiles, leaning slightly within his ghost’s sightlines. Mithrax doesn’t think the Hunter is deliberately trying to block him from Shiro-4’s view, but Mithrax senses a certain level of… shielding.
“Yessir. Thought you might have a spare set for Mithrax to wear.”
“Can I ask why?”
Again, polite. This time, Mithrax steps forward and addresses Shiro-4 himself. He begins to give a brief outline of their plan, of Eramis, and their resources. He likes to think his own tone is polite.
Shiro-4 interrupts midway through his explanation. He says, in a near perfect High Devils accent, “You can use your own language.”
Mithrax almost misses it — the barest hint of a taunt, a small curl of smugness in his words. No honorifics used, despite the captain’s armaments Mithrax wears. Shiro-4 doesn’t interrupt out of kindness. He could have very well been mocking Mithrax or threatening him. Either seems likely.
Mithrax cannot afford to be petty but he sees Shiro's mix-matched cloak through the video feed and bitterness wells up inside him.
He continues speaking in Human.
It is not out of spite. It is what he has told the Warlock and Hunter before; docked things do not word themselves. It is, mostly, in theory, not out of spite.
And Shiro-4 doesn’t interrupt again until Mithrax is finished.
In the end, Shiro-4 lifts his chin, the bright core of his mouth glittering. “Sure. I have a couple of sets available. ‘Fraid I stashed most of my trophies underwater on Venus. I can have it delivered within the week, Vex nonsense permitting.”
Mithrax hides his surprise. He murmurs his thanks as the Hunter jumps back in to give Shiro the rest of their report. It is only until after Shiro-4 signs off that Mithrax feels the insulting sting of trophies.
"Well, that was easy," the Hunter says. “We best get moving. He only gave you a week.”
The Warlock glances at them, having kept silent until now. She snorts and goes back to her datapad, muttering ‘Hunters’ as she does.
Mithrax pauses. This isn’t his first time being baffled by Guardian ways. He feels as if he’ll be learning forever. Gathering all the patience he can muster, he turns to the Hunter.
The Hunter shrugs. "You need to steal the Devils armor from him."
“Why? Shiro-4 says one week, armor will come.”
"It'll earn his respect way more than if you wait for him to give it to you. Why else would Shiro tell us to wait a week?"
"I assume because Shiro-4 is busy with Vanguard-kell."
The Hunter waves him off with an air of certainty that worries Mithrax more than reassures him. "Nah. Nah. We gotta steal it. He basically told us to steal the armor from him.”
Mithrax must look skeptical, because the Hunter blows out air from his mouth in an expression of exasperation.
“There was no reason why Shiro would’ve have told us his stash was on Venus,” he says, “And I don’t know about you, but underwater was a very generous hint, for a Hunter.”
The Warlock tilts her head. “I believe Shiro means to test you, Mithrax.”
As a gesture of good will or insult, Mithrax wants to ask, but from the hopeful way his fireteam looks, he will believe the former. At the very least, a challenge feels like familiar territory. Much like the ways of old.
“Eia,” he says, rising up to enter the new coordinates for his skiff. “Then I accept.”
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[destiny] drink and be merry
Rating: T
Ship: drifter/shin
Notes: A Revelry fic. :)
Even draped and folded, Drifter knew it was a Warlock’s Revelry robe. Still, he had to ask, just to be difficult. “Now what’s that?”
“Heard you liked disguises.” Shin unfurled the robe for Drifter to see, flipped it around, and then used both hands to press it against Drifter. “I think it’ll fit.”
[ao3]
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[destiny] Shin/Drifter - Sekiro AU
I’m rounding up a bunch of Sekiro AU drabbles I’ve been writing on AO3. I have the first two up for reading. :’)
Wu Ming is the Divine Heir, an immortal descendant of an ancient bloodline. Shin is his equally immortal shinobi. Together, they are going to find a way to Immortal Severance.
AO3
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[destiny] some updates
Shin/Drifter stuff.
Midnight Suns - multiple ficlets about sleeping.
Malicious Intent (pt 5) - aggro cuddling. (nsfw)
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[destiny] the shrine of your lies
Rating: M
Ship: drifter/shin
Notes: spoilers for Season of the Drifter and the Thorn Quest.
“Pal,” Drifter says, head tilting towards the upper clasps of Shin’s boot. “What do I gotta do to persuade you to take off that helmet of yours?”
[ao3]
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[destiny] under the bar
Rating: M
Ship: drifter/shin
Notes: huge spoilers for Season of the Drifter, including datamined stuff.
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real fuckin’ goober hours (shin/drifter)
Note: Happy Crimson Days! Here’s something short and kinda sappy.
It was past noon, and Shin was asleep in Drifter’s bed. He had been there since late last night.
Drifter didn’t know how it started — letting Shin doze off after they’d fuck. It kept the guy in Drifter’s sights though; ‘keep your friends close and your enemies closer’ and all that. But maybe this was a little too close for a little too long.
Usually Shin would wake up and leave on his own, but this morning Shin just plain didn’t get up. At all. He slept like the dead even when Drifter rolled out of bed himself and rustled around getting dressed. Either Shin hadn’t gotten any sleep in a while or Drifter really did do a number on him last night.
But Drifter’s smugness could only last so long before restlessness kicked in. He really needed to get going, open up Gambit and take care of some personal business. It was getting late enough, and he sure as hell wasn’t going to leave Shin alone on the Derelict.
Drifter directed his gaze towards the bed and the sprawled lump that was supposed to be Shin. He had already pulled the covers off earlier that morning in a not-so-subtle attempt to wake him, but Shin ran hot blooded like most Solar Lightbearers so it didn’t really bother him none.
So now Drifter just had a naked body in his bed, which didn’t help at all. Ended up throwing a sheet over Shin for his sanity’s sake while he gave the Derelict’s systems a once-over.
Drifter blew out his cheeks, gathered all the irritation he could muster, and walked over to sit at the edge of the bed. He thought about slapping a hand over Shin’s backside then thought better of it. Lot of stories out there about not poking a sleeping bear. The risk of shaking the Man With the Golden Gun awake and getting shot in the face didn’t seem like a smart gamble.
“Rise n’ shine, hotshot,” Drifter announced instead, obnoxiously cheerful, and then accidentally laid a hand on Shin anyway — just a touch at his hip over the thin blanket. Damn.
Shin blinked awake, though the way he turned his face further into the pillow, awake seemed like a debatable state of mind. Drifter patted his side again, mocking, and nearly scrambled off the bed when Shin abruptly sat up, dark hair a rat’s nest and squinting at Drifter.
Drifter held his ground and felt damned foolish he’d been startled. Shin Malphur with his eyes all gummed up and sporting some serious bed head was probably the least intimidating he’d ever seen him. “Beauty sleep’s over. Get up. Bet you got plenty of things to do, people to hunt-”
And he would’ve kept talking, just to be annoying, but then Shin made a grumpy little noise, sniffed hard, and slumped forward into Drifter’s unresisting arms, burying his face into Drifter’s shoulder.
“Wuh?” Drifter said, going for real genuine intelligence. He was unsure if he was more bewildered by Shin snuggling against him, or how his own traitorous hand came up to hold the back of Shin’s head, almost as if Drifter wanted to keep him there. If anyone asked, it was only because it was warm.
“I’m up,” Shin muttered unconvincingly. His hand clung on to the hem of Drifter’s shirt, probably mistaking it for the bedsheet.
“C’mon. I gotta get Gambit going. I’m kicking you out.” His fingers lightly scratched at Shin’s scalp, not sure if it really bolstered his threat. He tightened his grip, pulling Shin’s hair in warning. Much better. More their speed.
And if the muffled sound from Shin sounded more pleased than not, well, that wasn’t going to be Drifter’s call. The pull did get Shin to finally move though, even if he did turn his head in and breathed deep, like he was taking in a good whiff into the curve of Drifter’s neck before pushing off.
“Yeah, yeah. I’m goin’,” Shin said, yawning and rubbing his eyes as if he just hadn’t completely devastated Drifter. To add insult to injury, he nudged Drifter aside and got up, shuffling around for his clothes.
Drifter handed Shin his pants and boots. He had to get this man off his ship. Had to. Even if he had to throw him out the airlock himself.
Turned out, Shin left on his own just fine, and was back again in three days. Same situation.
This time, Drifter didn’t hesitate to shake Shin awake. He sure as fuck learned his lesson, and sure enough, Shin woke up sleepy, pulling Drifter in with a grumble.
This time, Drifter let himself go down back in bed with him.
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[destiny] O my heart (it ain’t quite dead)
Rating: M
Ship: shin/drifter
Note: post-identity reveal/TLW quest.
Drifter fights an ogre in the Ascendant Realm, but that is the least of his problems.
[AO3]
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[destiny] parenthetical
Rating: T
Ship: shin/drifter
Note: Post-TLW questline. Spoilers for the lore cards and.. boy howdy, fellas.... wow. WOW, were they just... something. Just......................... Shin, you hopeful dummy.
[ao3]
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