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~ Feel The Night ~
[Link] || Fanfic by @grexigone / Co-Creator: me
✨ Happy New Year once again everyone ✨
Here's a gift from me and Grexi to start the year : a new collab and a soft / spicy story of our blorbos Kotaloy 😌💖
I hope you will all enjoy it! 💕
#kotaloy#kotallo x aloy#horizon fanart#hfw fanfic#horizon forbidden west#How about we start the new year with a collab and a fic and a mature art? *run away*#Grexi doing her witchcraft ✨#mature#fanart#art#myart#my art#artists on tumblr#hfw#kotallo#aloy#aloy x kotallo#hfw kotallo#hfw aloy#horizon fic#fantasygirl974 art
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RARE PAIR ROUND-UP MASTER LIST
Thank you SO MUCH to everyone that participated in the round-up!! We had some really amazing contributions, I recommend literally every single one of them. PLEASE give some love to these authors if you enjoyed their works, it's tough to get eyes on rare pair fics so toss some kudos and comments their way!
Fic:
Radiance by @mehoymalloy (Regalla/Nasadi)
Always by @pikapeppa (Fashav/Vanasha)
Steady by @garbage-dono (Atekka/Hekarro)
Sacred Lands by @bluntblade (Talanah/Nakoa)
One day we'll meet again by @melikochan (Tom Paech/Charles Ronson, Tilda van der Meer/Elisabet Sobeck, Alva/Federa, Chekkatah/Ikkotah)
Heavy in Your Arms by littleboxofwonders (Fashav/Ritakka)
bury these old knives by @foibles-fables (Atekka/Ritakka)
A Meeting of Ice and Sea by @dinokieranmadness (Ikrie/Seyka)
a wanderer, now by @souls-that-have-senses (Hekarro/Rost)
Art:
Leave Your Titles by the Door by @sorbetowl (Avad/Ersa)
Accompanying Art for Heavy in your Arms by @murmart (Fashav/Ritakka)
Thank you SO MUCH again to all the talented participants! You all did amazing!!
#rare pair roundup#everybody loves aloy#horizon forbidden west#horizon rare pairs#horizon fanfic#horizon fic#aloy horizon#horizon fanart#horizon zero dawn
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"Right! So, that's settled, then!" Erend said. "You and me, giving old, dead culture a whole new life! Who'd-a thought it?"
Kotallo's voice had the low, gravelly quality of a man coming out of a dream when he answered, "What?"
But Kotallo's voice was always low and gravelly.
"You and me," Erend repeated, "keeping some of the best stuff the Old Ones came up with alive for the folks of today."
Kotallo blinked at him through the scrolling wall of text in the air that he had been reading through his focus. He raised one finger to pause its scrolling and held Erend's gaze for a long, inscrutable moment. Underneath all that white Marshal paint, he was as stone-faced as the Bulwark.
Erend grinned.
"This is gonna be great!"
DRUM SNARE
My ongoing fic in which Kotallo accidentally joins Erend's band – leading to shenanigans, baggage-unpacking, real friendship, and at least one Thunderjaw – updates weekly.
#hfw fanfic#horizon fanfic#friendship fanfic#erend#kotallo#gaia gang#horizon zero dawn#horizon forbidden west#ao3#friendship fic#horizon#horizon fic#band fic#sort of
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gray areas and expectations [hfw, aloy/talanah]
Post-Horizon Forbidden West, ~5.5K words, rated M, complete
I feels too good tonight to let it end. It feels…safe, after an entire day of battle-thrill, of fighting side-by-side. Watching each other’s back like that is a kind of tenderness that Aloy understands—one that can be given and known without words to make it all complicated.
Turns out, so is this. And Aloy doesn’t want to stop.
Aloy lets herself get carried away, and ends up out of her depth.
See notes/tags and read the rest on AO3:
#horizon forbidden west#horizon zero dawn#hfw#hzd#horizon fic#aloy#talanah khane padish#aloy x talanah#aloy/talanah#hawk and thrush#foibles_fables
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In Becoming Whole, Aloy seemed much more willing to let Kotallo in. Sure, it wasn’t easy for her but she seemed so ready to trust him…
With Drakka though, she just seems so angry and so often shuts down when things get too real.
I can see that both versions of Aloy have the same concerns, insecurities, and trauma… but with Kotallo she seemed to want what she could have with him, and pushed herself to honestly share herself with him, even if it scared her or felt like a betrayal to her divine mission etc.
And with Drakka she just seems so much more tortured and haunted. I know that you fleshed out her reactions/feelings to Drakka a fair bit during his base visit, but it seems at odds with Kotallo’s version of Aloy.
Was there any particularly reason you’ve made Desert Bloom’s Aloy more reserved?
I know you’ve been winging a lot of this but do you have any thoughts on whether it’s a personality thing… a trust thing… anything? 😂
In my mind Drakka is the home she’s always wanted and is desperate to protect it… but I’d much prefer your pov lol
Sorry for the essay! Love your work x
Ah yes, the comparison of Aloy-with-Kotallo vs. Aloy-with-Drakka… This is what I bring on myself when writing two concurrent ships with Aloy (technically three including Avad LOL).
The way I see it, I haven’t made Aloy a different person in Desert Blooms compared to Becoming Whole. She was the same person with the same trauma/concerns/insecurities when she met Kotallo and when she met Drakka. It’s that Kotallo and Drakka are very different people, and the quality+amount of time she spent with each of them was VERY different, so her dynamics with each of them have resulted in relationships that look quite different.
More below the cut!
One of the things I love so much about Aloy as a protag is that she’s so multifaceted: she can be gentle and empathetic, she can be sassy and lighthearted, and she can be downright rude/sharp (in the best way sometimes, e.g. with Studious Vuadis LMAO), and all of those mannerisms for her are in-character — and this is also reflective of how people are IRL. I know for sure that I act differently with my husband vs. with my closest girlfriends vs. with colleagues at work, but all of the ways I act are still “me”. Similarly, the “me” I was with my high school boyfriend is different from the “me” I am now with my husband. Part of that is time/age/experience, for sure, but it’s also a function of the man I was with/am with — but both versions of me are still “me”. Maybe this sounds stupid and self-explanatory, but we are changed and affected by the people we have relationships with, and this is why Aloy “seems” so different with Kotallo vs. Drakka.
With Kotallo in Becoming Whole, there are so many reasons that Aloy opened up more quickly. I made a table to make it easier to compare these reasons side-by-side and because I’m a fucking nerd LOL. Please do tap to enlarge if you're so inclined, I'm sorry for the small font -- blame technical issues on my side for this 😂😭💀:
(Note that the above is based on headcanons unless otherwise stated.)
There’s probably more I could add to this table, but I think this is enough for now without me looking like Charlie Day in that meme LOL.
In any case, this reply might come a little late since some of your questions might get addressed in the chapter of Desert Blooms that I just posted 😂 but in any case, I hope this was an interesting response!
-- love from your friendly neighbourhood Pika! xoxo
#aloy#kotallo#drakka#aloy/kotallo#aloy x kotallo#kotaloy#aloy/drakka#aloy x drakka#draloy#hfw#horizon forbidden west#horizon fanfic#horizon fic
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Ok I really don't know what is going on or what to do. I've been stuck with chapter 7 and 8 for almost two months now, no signs of improvement. That's fuckin rock bottom and I have no ideia how to fix it.
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Please please please for the drabble ask: 1 for Nil/Aloy, 3 for Avad/Aloy
madjesty, thank you so much for the prompts! i hope these offerings are to your liking ✨
"Come over here and make me."
“You know, huntress,” Nil calls over his shoulder, breath steaming the air before his face in great billowing clouds. “I can’t help but feel this is a little unfair.”
There’s no answer. Around him, featherlight flurries of snow continue to fall. A crystalline flake lands on his nose and melts within moments.
“Huntress?” Against his better judgment, Nil turns, peeking his head around the curve of his protective boulder.
The snowfield before him is empty, not a hint of red or blue to be seen. Glorious anticipation crackles up Nil’s spine. In his chest, his heart skips a beat, thundering onwards faster and faster. His eyes dart back and forth as he blindly gropes for a handful of snow. Just because he can’t see her doesn’t mean she’s not there. It leaves him breathless at how much like a Stalker she is at times, shimmering at the edges as she weaves silent and sinuous through the world.
Nil creeps farther out from behind his boulder, hands molding the snow into a rough ball. She’s close, he can feel it, that string of commonality between them pulling tight and thrumming, thrumming, thrumming —
“Got you,” her voice breathes in his ear, sweet as honey and sharp as steel.
Fuck.
Nil whirls, trying to dodge, but it’s too late; his huntress lifts her own ball of snow high — enormous and powdery cold, at least as wide as her torso — and brings it down on his head.
The rush of cold slipping through the neck and arms of his vest makes him scream — he can’t help it. The noise mingles with her own cackle of laughter as Nil goes down in a heap, rolling to try and dislodge some of the snow that’s slipped through his belt and down into his pants. Before he can scramble to his feet, she’s on him again, one hand fisted in the collar of his vest and the other full of powdery snow — much smaller than the last, thank the Sun.
“Huntress,” he pants, squirming beneath her hand as she knocks his helmet aside and scrubs her palmful of snow through his hair. “Don’t you think this is a little unsporting?” Some of it slips into his ear and he can’t help squealing a little in discomfort at the sensation.
“Why do you say that?” He can hear the breathless joy in her voice, and it warms him even as she shoves him face first into the snow and straddles the small of his back.
“Well, I’m quite unused to the snow and cold, being Carja and all,” he begins, turning his face to the side so he can look up at her with one eye. Her freckled cheeks are flushed, framed by the wisps of rabbit fur lining her Banuk hood. A particular rush of heat floods his chest at the sight of her grin, even with the chill really starting to set in against his front. “And you’re all bundled up in your Banuk finery.”
To his delight, she laughs — bright and loud and entirely amused, the sound a little harsh and rasping in her throat. It shakes her whole body, makes her bow her head with the force of her joy.
At once Nil decides he’ll endure whatever weather the Cut has to offer for the opportunity to make her laugh like that again.
“Nil,” she says once she’s gotten her breath back, still giggling a little. He’s never heard his name said with fondness before. He quite likes the sound of it. “Come over here and make me.”
Renewed heat courses through him; a challenge, direct and goading! He stills under her hands, waiting until she’s looking him right in the eye before he gives her a sharp smile, one that flashes his eyeteeth at her.
“As you wish,” he purrs, pulling the sound from deep in his belly. His huntress — spear-sharp, quick as a whip crack — stills immediately, calves tensing against his hips, but not quick enough to keep herself from being dislodged when he bucks beneath her, throwing her off to the side as he squirms and gets his knees under him.
She rolls, the copper banner of her hair flowing loose as her hood falls back, and comes at him again — Nil expected nothing less — gloves gripping his bicep and the shoulder of his vest as he sets his hands around her waist and launches them both back into the snow. They grapple and wrestle at each other, feet and elbows and knees kicking up great powdery sprays of snow.
Somehow they come to a rest again, nearly a dozen feet from where they started — Nil’s pinned her beneath him this time, frozen hands pinning her wrists to the ground. Against his knees her ribs heave with the force of her breaths; the warmth of them blooms across his face and makes him shiver, paradoxically. Behind her head her hair flows across the snow, unparalleled by even the most exquisite of bloodstains. Flakes of glassy white cling to her braids, sparkling like a noblewoman’s jewels — yet finer by a hundredfold for their ephemerality.
Nil smiles down at her, helplessly affectionate. “Got you.”
3. "Please, don't leave."
Aloy’s never really thought of Avad as particularly inscrutable or unshakable before; he wears his heart on his sleeve, emotions clear as day on his face.
Here, though, in this fine Carja ballroom, softly lit by blaze-lamps and perfumed with subtle incense, he’s a mountain standing against the howling storm of the Sun-Court; a hundred vipers slithering and shifting around the two of them, ready to strike with poisoned words at the slightest hint of weakness. It’s a kind of danger that she can’t turn aside with her spear or dodge into brush to hide from; only words will do that, and she’s… never been the best at making hers anything but the unyielding truth, which the nobles and courtiers disdain for the mirror it holds up to reflect their selfishness and hypocrisy.
At her shoulder, Avad turns aside the very worst of the vermin with a handful of words and half a glance, a stalwart fortress of unassailable calm. Aloy doesn’t even want to think of the bloodbath this would be if he weren’t here.
Before she can really think about it, she reaches out, tangles her fingers in the silken waterfall of Avad’s stole. He goes still at the touch but doesn’t turn to look at her, only letting his eyes slide to the side to meet her gaze.
“Is everything alright?” He asks, voice a low murmur only for her ears. Aloy sucks in a steadying breath.
“Yeah, I — everything’s fine,” she whispers back, shifting ever so slightly closer to the concealing bastion of his body. “Just. Please, don’t leave.”
Avad turns at once to face her bodily; clearly she didn’t say that as calmly as she meant to. Sweat prickles on her spine as he searches her face, eyes almost piercing.
“I keep — feeling their eyes on me, all the time, it’s like I’ve fallen into a nettle patch,” she mutters, feeling slow and stupid and hating it. “How the hell do you stand it?”
Avad watches her for a moment longer before letting out his breath in a long, gradual sigh, nodding in understanding.
“I’ve been playing this game much longer than you have,” he murmurs, not a hint of judgment or impatience in his voice. “It… takes some getting used to.” Then he tilts his head fractionally to one side, the corner of his mouth quirking upward ever so slightly. There’s a glitter of… mischief, maybe, in the deep jungle loam of his eyes.
“Here, offer me your arm?” When she does so, carefully mimicking the gesture Vanasha had hammered into her only this morning, the quirk in the corner of his mouth turns to a visible — if tiny — smile. Ever so gently, he tucks his hand into the crook of her elbow and nods at the rest of the room. Another shiver races up her spine at the warmth of his palm and the featherlight pressure of his fingers, but it’s not unpleasant at all — quite the opposite, really.
“I’m with you as long as you need me, Aloy.”
#radio spaceman#horizon zero dawn#horizon#horizon fic#niloy#avaloy#aloy#nil#avad#sorry this is a few days late; work kicked my ASS and i spent most of yesterday asleep lmao
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instructions on not giving up
Set post-HFW/BS, this is my love letter to the AIs in this franchise. As HEPHAESTUS learns new tricks, GAIA and the humans reach out to old friends, reconsider strategies, and make preparations to confront the oncoming threat.
(Doesn't contain any spoilers for Burning Shores)
Relationships: Aloy & Beta & GAIA
Characters: Beta (Horizon), Gaia (Horizon), Aloy (Horizon), HEPHAESTUS (Horizon), CYAN (Horizon), Sylens (Horizon)
Because sometimes you start a game, forget about it for four (4) years, then play it and its sequel in a fevered three-week period and don't breathe until you write a fic for the AIs that you can't stop fucking thinking about.
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GAIA answers the request to connect to Beta’s Focus, and finds herself looking at Varl’s final resting place.
Or more specifically, the Focus is scanning the plants in the garden around it as Beta examines their health and needs in her interface. She presses a tentative thumb into the soft soil in the basket in the center, muttering about moisture content and light exposure. Beta's other hand rises up, shading her eyes against the light reflecting off the snow as she looks around. GAIA is pleased to see the blooms and leaves waving back to the gentle wind. She has noted an increased appreciation within herself for the way that sunlight glints and glitters on the bright colors since DEMETER’s return: she has checked her logs.
(Continue Reading on AO3)
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Make me feel molten
Petra discovers Aloy likes to be praised in bed.
#aloy x petra#petraloy#aloy#petra forgewoman#smut#horizon fic#horizon forbidden west#hfw#horizon zero dawn#hzd
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[New Fic] Oasis
Fandom: Horizon Zero Dawn
Pairing: Aloy/Yarra
Rating: T
Words: 10,105
Summary: As a ranger at Scalding Spear Wildlife Park, Yarra has it all. Except the funding to keep its investors happy, who seem to be eyeing out a buyout by Faro Automated Solutions (who'd rather see the park turned into a VR resort).
Unbeknownst to her, the park has a secret: there’s dragons inside. With the help of Aloy, a regular camper at Scalding Spear (and Yarra's long-time crush), and a young dragon hatchling called Meat, Yarra embarks on a road trip to the Wildlife Authority in order to recognise Scalding Spear as a National Park and protected land. Just maybe, she might also fall in love along the way.
Written for the Horizon Big Bang 2022 - @horizonbigbang
Thanks to @saewokhrisz for the WONDERFUL art and @souls-that-have-senses for the 10/10 beta work
READ ON AO3
#horizon zero dawn#horizon forbidden west#horizon series#horizon fic#aloy/yarra#man this was so much fun!!!#baby dragon meat living rent free in my head
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Another chapter of my post-HFW Kotaloy fic is up! Just in time before I have to leave for my next con. The gang is hitting the road at the start of a grand adventure… what could possibly go wrong?
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Posting starts tomorrow for our rare pair challenge!! We can't WAIT to see what you've come up with!
If you post your fic to tumblr, please use #rare pair roundup so we can reblog. A master list will also be made at the end of the event so you can be sure not to miss any.
Posting will officially end on 7/26. Let's get this party started!
#rare pair roundup#horizon forbidden west#horizon rare pairs#everybody loves aloy#horizon fanfic#horizon fic#fic event
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Title: Distraction
Word Count: 1248
Pairing: Aloy/Avad
Summary: Aloy tells herself she’s testing the security as she scales the palace’s walls. She finds herself wanting to go back to Meridian every time she’s away. The feeling is creeping in her quicker and quicker each time. She’s drawn back to the palace, to warm sun and spices in the air. Soft silk and dark wine. To big hands and bright eyes and charming smiles
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fic word search tag game
I have been tagged by the enormously talented and wonderful @chloefraazers (thank you so much!) to find the words down, frantic, and bright in my fic pile.
Down. Ch. 2 "Threshold", from my current wip Of Blood, Steel & Sand.
But there was plenty of time to find that path. For now, Nil could pay homage to fallen soldiers at a site of battle he knew well.
Umber sands shifted underfoot as Nil approached the site of one such infamous skirmish in Carja history, and as he stood surveying the dusty rocks and sandswept arches, the smell of burning flesh and the exhilarating sound of distant Tenakth war cries came drifting out of the air like haunted spirits. Nil closed his eyes and inhaled deeply, letting the buzzing under his skin crawl over his arms down to his fingertips. Hold the breath, exhale. Come back to the present moment.
Frantic. little snippet from an idea that's still stewing, fic tentatively titled Nightmares to Love You By.
“Nil, please, I need you to focus. Are you nearby water? Tell me yes or no.”
Nil could just barely remember the sound of gulls, and the salt-spray burning his nose before glass closed over him and the air began to smell stale. Yes. He feels his jaw moving in answer, but can only hear his own stuttered breath, and the rushing of blood in his ears.
“Yes or no, Nil, please, I have to be able to pinpoint your location.” Begging.
“..ye..es..” Nil croaks. He feels like he’s swallowed sand, his voice rusty from disuse.
“Ok, ok. Keep talking, did you see anything else?” Her voice is slightly panicked. Not quite frantic. It takes him a while to find the word. Scared.
Nil doesn’t want her to be scared. She's Aloy, always fearless, facing everything head on. Tenacious as a Scrapper’s jaws, his mind supplies.
Bright. From my one-word prompt ficlet compilation In Places West of the Sun, prompt #2 "Space". wip.
Varl wonders what space is like. He dreams of walking amongst the stars, floating in the inky blackness, from when he and Aloy walked through the Launch Facility and through the presentation room with the stars blurring past in bright streaks of light.
Seeing the glowing golden figure of a beautiful, matronly woman floating in space in the dim room, her gaze gentle and warm, Varl can’t help the utterance of “The Goddess…” that spills from his lips.
He still holds some amount of spiritual faith, despite Aloy’s words. The idea of a machine that can think and care and that can make new humans from nothing; surely that is something beyond, existing somewhere higher than he can reach. He still gets goosebumps watching Aloy bend a machine’s will and make them her own– the way the blue tendrils creep from her spear and over and through the white-enameled plates of the Charger’s body.
This was a lot of fun, and has given me a bit of motivation to go over my wips and my ideas pile, so thank you so much Didi!
I'm gonna tag @mythicaitt, @cthu-boo, and @ladyverena to find partner, ignite, and impulse in your fics!
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Me, absolutely loving your bisexual Drakka in hardiest desert blooms and conditions of training:
HAHAHAH I'm so glad you're enjoying him!! Let's pretend he had a conversation with Aloy at some point that went something like this:
Aloy, running back to the base: this better not awaken anything in me
It did
If anyone else wants to enjoy some bi Drakka, you can find him in many places in my AO3 I have fever and the only cure is more Drakka:
Even The Hardiest Desert Blooms Need To Get Wet Sometimes (Aloy/Drakka)
Conditions of Training (Aloy/Drakka/Kotallo)
Finding Something In Common (Aloy/Drakka/Nil)
-- love from your friendly neighbourhood Pika! xoxo
#this took way too long to “make”#but my love for Drakka knows no bounds#drakka#drakka hfw#aloy/drakka#aloy x drakka#draloy#hfw#horizon forbidden west#tenakth#horizon fic#horizon fanfic#pikapeppa writes
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In which I rewrite my Nil/Kotallo Rocket fic to include Nil/Fashav/Kotallo.
#I don't know what you call this#nil/kotallo#kotallo/nil#kotanil#kotanishav#i guess#horizon fic#my fic
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