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Here’s the follow up to Moving On is a Simple Thing.

Find the new part here!

Please mind the tags.

[amarilly]

My Heart in Your Arms

A Huskerdust fic! Click through to read it on AO3!

Warnings for fluffy smut.

It was too much. He was spiraling. They’d both seen it time and again and there was nothing but to stop him dead. Angel had been watching him pace but now he moved into his path, blocking the trudging circle he’d fallen into. Without thinking about it he grabbed Husk by the shoulders and cupped his face with his upper set of hands. Purposely he rubbed his thumbs over his whiskers. They were sensitive and the attention to them was enough to make him falter in confusion. For good measure Angel bent and kissed him, lingering in the contact. Husk softened slightly under the attention but pulled away quickly. “What’re you doing?”

“What’s it look like? I’m distracting you.” Husk’s brow furrowed but he didn’t pull away. “You can’t do this.”

“Angel-“

“You can’t! It’s in the past now. We’re all here cause we’re shitty people, honey, and that’s okay but you’re doing better now and that’s what matters.”

[amarilly]

It’s here! Today is the day that I get to post my first piece for a Big Bang event: @ffxvreversebang2022

I was partnered with @mementomoryo whose awesome art sparked a spooky Ignis-centric tale!

Read The Road At Night on AO3!

[amarilly]

Olive Branch

Read it here on AO3!

The door behind him opened and he startled, jerking away from the map guiltily. No lines had been crossed, he's done nothing wrong, but the feeling of being under scrutiny came from people around him so often that it was almost automatic. Eugene smiled reassuringly at him and stepped aside for Queen Arianna. Flustered, Varian bowed at the waist. The Queen? He'd been waiting for the Queen herself? He heard the door close softly and his stomach flip flopped nervously.

[amarilly]

Waylaid on a Spring Evening

-a post Kindred Spirits one shot-

Read it here on AO3!

Someone was behind him. The hair on the back of his neck stood up and Varian followed suit, whirling around to face the deeper part of the forest. The trees were dark and thick, obscuring everything more than a few feet away. He stood stock still, staring, his ears straining for sound. His instincts were screaming at him that there was something there and they were watching him...