I looked through some tarot cards for pose inspirations and got the idea to make one for the free day prompt! I don't really know the meanings and such I just think they look pretty lol 😆
This week has been super fun! Thank you @dweetwise for putting this togheter! 💛
A fic for Day 7 (free day) of the Riconti Ship Week that I couldn't finish on time, but here's one part that I managed to fully edit ❤️
It's been a long time since I wrote actual prose and not just the texting fic. This one is extremely unserious but I had a ton of fun with it, so I hope you like it 🥰
Rated T | 1.1k words
Context: the survivors have a silly vote about who the hottest male surv is (based on a poll I did ages ago on tumblr). Felix doesn’t even make it to the top 5, and Ace gets weirdly offended on the behalf of his totally platonic good friend Felix who is just objectively hotter than every single other person at the campfire. So Ace writes a list explaining why Felix should have won.
“¡Che! Did you read the—”
Ace’s question morphs into a surprised yelp when Felix, rather than thank Ace for the amazing insight of his list or shake his hand for being such a good pal, pulls Ace closer by his jacket and shoves his mouth against Ace’s.
Ace takes a few seconds to collect himself but since Felix isn’t doing anything else, just barely moving his lips against Ace’s, he decides to roll with it and return the gesture. It’s just a little kiss between bros: Felix is obviously grateful for Ace’s friendship, or maybe wants to congratulate him on his success in the contest. He probably heard Ace asking Kate for a prize kiss, and because she declined, Felix is picking up the slack.
Felix’s cologne smells surprisingly nice and his muscles feel firm under Ace’s hands, having landed on Felix’s chest over his suit when he braced for impact earlier. His lips are chapped but Ace doesn’t mind: it’s been years since he kissed anyone and this is nice, even though it’s just a friendly gesture between two straight men. Felix is simply a little unconventional in everything he does, and Ace is confident enough in his masculinity to humor him.
…Until Felix lets out a soft moan, brings his hand up to tangle in Ace’s hair, and decides it’s appropriate to add tongue to the kiss.
Ace lets out an undignified noise and unceremoniously shoves Felix away from him.
“Whoa, hold your horses,” Ace says. His voice sounds more breathless than he anticipated and his lips tingle in an unfamiliar way, probably from Felix's stubble.
“Sorry, I didn’t—” Felix says in a rush. His face is flushed and he reaches out his hand, before cringing and lowering it again awkwardly. “I’m sorry, I’m moving too fast.”
Ace blinks. Too fast? Is there some part of bro code that Ace missed, where friendship eventually leads to shoving a tongue down your best bro’s throat?
“I just got excited,” Felix continues rambling. “I had no idea you felt the same way.”
This time, Ace is sure that they’re having two completely different conversations.
“Come again?” Ace says.
“The letter you wrote me,” Felix says. “I know you’ve been flirting, but I never thought that you'd want something more,” Felix keeps going, then smiles and lets out a small sigh. “I'm so relieved.”
“Uh… Are you talking about the note I left you?” Ace asks.
Felix nods. “Yes, the love letter.”
Love letter!? Felix read Ace’s half-assed, completely platonic mess of bullet points and somehow got the idea that it was a love letter!?
“But it was just a list,” Ace explains. “I didn't mean anything by it.”
Felix frowns. “A list about…all the reasons you find me attractive?”
“Yeah!” Ace says. See, Felix gets it after all.
Felix’s frown gives way for a pointed stare, like he’s waiting for Ace to figure out the punchline of some inside joke. Ace should have added that to the list: Is handsome even when he’s looking at me like I’m a complete idiot.
The silence stretches on, until Ace feels compelled to speak.
“I’m not gay,” Ace explains.
Felix is quiet for a few more seconds, then simply asks, “Are you sure?”
Ace physically recoils at the question. Nobody has ever been absurd enough to question his sexuality before. Has Felix missed all the times he’s sung praises for the female body or flirted with nearly every single woman in camp? He just asked Kate for a kiss, for crying out loud!
Well, Felix is a little sheltered after all. Ace can’t really blame him for not picking up on obvious sexual tension in front of him.
Ace chuckles and pinches the bridge of his nose. “Only you could ask me something like that.”
“Only you could make me ask something like that,” Felix mutters, then shoves a piece of paper at Ace. “Read your lett—your list again, and then we can talk.”
Ace rolls his eyes but grabs the paper nonetheless. “Fine.” The list will only prove Ace’s point, and even if he doesn’t specifically want to humiliate Felix, it’ll be satisfying to point out all the concrete evidence of why he’s wrong.
The list reads,
Why Felix is the hottest person in the realm and it's not even a competition
By Ace Visconti
A face probably carved by the gods themselves
Pretty eyes
Great hair
Intelligence is sexy
Hot German accent
Fantastic ass
Takes care of his body, just the right amount of muscles
Best dressed person in every trial
Very sweet, would bring you water and a snack after fucking your brains out
Amazing artist, could draw you like one of his French girls
Marriage material
Blushes cutely
Adorable when he geeks out about houses
Suit kink, anyone?
Dry humor, makes me laugh
Listens to me ramble
Easy to be around
Anyone would be lucky to be with him
Ace's face gets progressively warmer with each line he reads. While making the list, he just jotted down whatever sprang to his mind without giving it a second thought. But now he can maybe, sort of, just barely, understand how Felix could have got the wrong idea.
“No, see, you’ve got it all wrong,” Ace explains.
Felix crosses his arms. “How so?”
“I was just stating objective facts, it doesn't mean anything,” Ace protests, waving the list pointedly. “Everyone’s always talking about how hot and amazing you are!”
“Really?” Felix says. “I’ve never heard someone comment anything even remotely like that. So who, exactly, is saying those things?”
What on earth is he on about? Ace can recall a hundred conversations at the campfire that drifted from trial talk or gossip to how stunning Felix looked in his newest suit or how important his quiet confidence was to the group morale.
Granted, Ace can’t remember specifically which of the four dozen people brought up the topic of Felix’s hotness over the years. Except…
“Well…me,” Ace finally says.
Felix merely raises an eyebrow in lieu of saying anything.
“I'm not gay!” Ace repeats. “And neither are you, for that matter!”
“Nobody is questioning your attraction to women,” Felix says patiently. “And I’m bisexual.”
Something strange flips in Ace’s belly at this revelation and he promptly ignores it.
“Well, good for you! I’m not!” Ace exclaims, his volume rising.
“Then why did you kiss me back?” Felix demands.
“Reflex!”
“For several minutes!?”
“I don't know!” Ace says, throwing his hands up in frustration. “It's been a long time since anyone kissed me and—and it's not my fault you smell nice!”
“I…smell nice?” Felix repeats.
“Yeah!” Ace says. “So it’s your fault.”
Felix stares at him incredulously, his mouth even hanging open a little. Ace stands his ground, meeting Felix’s eyes and puffing up his chest.
“You are, by far, the dumbest person I've ever fallen for,” Felix eventually says.
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That's all I have for now, thanks for reading! ❤️ I'll post the full fic here and on ao3 once it's finished, whenever that may be.
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Day 6 of Riconti Ship Week!
Prompt: Valentine's Day
Rushed the end of this one a bit to get it out on Valentine's Day, but I'm glad to have finally finished a fic for the first time in *checks watch* a year and a half (f*cking yikes)
Ace not realizing how hard it is for Felix when Ace keep sacrificing himself so Felix can try to escape and promises he will try his best to not intentionally get himself killed *cue lots of apology smooches comfort cuddles*
Day 5: Promise / Safeword
I hadn't planned anything for today, and the idea only came to me like three hours ago. Did I draw all the parts? Yes. Am I ashamed? Very.
One time when I played dbd with my friend @shyuii when we played as Felix and Ace and we got really into it and she kept calling me (playing as Ace) "mein schmetterling" and it was hilarious 😆so thank u for that bestie!😁
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