#felmur

[makoredeyes]

I'VE FINALLY FINISHED THE NEXT INSTALLMENT OF HOUSEFIRE https://archiveofourown.org/works/83452326

[sylenth-l]

He's not even trying

[datmoongamer]

Look out Timur! Your Golden Age research partner just went on vacation for the winter and has imprinted on another Risen way cooler and sexier than you! Timur!! Timur he's having deep conversations without you!!! TIMUR!!!!

[fox-fic-and-ink]

Haaaaaalp!

I'm desperately looking for an amazing Timur/Felwinter D1 era illustration that I KNOW EXISTS and that I SWORE I reblogged several times but has disappeared into the ether.

It looks exactly like this....

Who has it?

[makoredeyes]

To make up for the angst of my other request: #36 “…to give up control” for Fel and Timur?

ERMAHGHERD SORRY FOR THE LONG WAIT I ran out of spoons for...like a week oops. ;_; Felwinter stifled a sigh. He was not interested in arguing with Timur: Arguments with Timur usually turned dirty, with low-blows and name calling, and sometimes literal violence... Especially if the other Warlock thought he might lose. That vicious streak of his was invaluable in battle but sometimes it made things extra difficult for his friends.  "It's an excellent plan," it wasn't, but Felwinter knew better than to take a more ham-fisted approach like he preferred. "But I do believe in this case it's strayed a good-deal off course. Timur's eyes narrowed and after a long seedy stare at Felwinter, he began to pace, stomping up and down the length of Felwinter's study.   "You don't like it." Yep, there was just the slightest bite to his voice. The Stormcaller was already winding up for a battle.  "I don't like it for this application," Felwinter clarified coolly. Timur preferred placation, but Felwinter could only bring himself to go so far. In this case, it was a white lie that would hopefully benefit them both. Timur's machinations of grandeur weren't delusional, unlike most who insisted on such complex, overtly bold exercises, but sometimes simplicity paid off.  There were just as many times that Timur had complained Felwinter's plans were boring as Felwinter argued Timur's were too complex, too risky. It was a tale almost as long as the relationship they shared, spanning centuries.  Felwinter preferred that it last another many centuries, rather than be cut short by his partner showing off a little too much.  Timur sniffed at him, lips twisting into an unhappy little scowl. He tossed his head, bangs bouncing. Felwinter's eyes tracked the movement, and then stomped down a particularly filthy thought, quietly stuffing it away for later.  "Bullshit," Timur huffed. "Be honest with me!" Gauntlet thrown, Felwinter squared his shoulders. "Fine. I hate it. You're going to get yourself killed. Maybe both of us. It's not necessary," Felwinter growled. "And there's nothing in that bunker that's wroth either or both of us dying for."  Timur's face screwed up stubbornly, that scowl getting a little mean looking.  "What do you know about-" Felwinter let out a soft noise of frustration, just for Timur, and lunged forward, closing the gap between them to zero when Timur's agitated pacing brought him too close. Timur yelped, trying to jump back, but Felwinter had him firmly by the upper arm, not letting the other Warlock escape. "I know plenty and you know it," Felwinter hissed. He leaned in and smashed their mouths together, rough at first but softening when the  tension flooded away from Timur's body. "Now be reasonable," he murmured against Timur's lips. Timur melted against him, and in seconds was eagerly returning the kiss, pouring all that frustrated passion into it as he finally surrendered. "You'll have your time," Felwinter whispered. Another kiss, shorter and placating. "But I need you safe."  Timur blinked at him, and took a slow step back.  "You mean that?" He asked, diffused.  "Of course I do," Felwinter said. "I wouldn't push you about it if I didn't."  Timur let loose a crooked, bashful little smile.  "You know me too well," he said softly, the fight gone from his demeanor. He wouldn't apologize for causing trouble, but he was visibly contrite. Felwinter would accept that as good enough.  "Perhaps," Felwinter said, the tiniest hint of a smile in his voice. Timur rolled his eyes and shook his head.  "Perhaps," he scoffed. "Fine. So I assume you have a Plan B?" "Plan A," Felwinter corrected, dragging Timur in close as they returned to the map on his desk, "Is this way, instead. It is more sheltered, and far less likely to be as guarded. It would be unlikely that this cliff would be readily scaled by mortals and therefore less of a consideration when the facility was built in the Golden Age. For us, however, it's hardly an obstacle." Timur was quiet for a moment. "Huh... That is a good plan." 

[makoredeyes]

A Snack

Have a nibble on the latest WIP... as a treat <3

[makoredeyes]

@vallaragna also asked for Fel/Timur for #21: in a place of insecurity

(Bonus post for Soul-Pumpkin who iirc also suggested this same prompt 💕)

This will forever be my favoritest trope with these two and I will never ever stop iterating on it ❤️‍🔥

"Fel, I know punching those big Captain buggers has got to be really satisfying but you simply cannot do it bare-fisted again if this is the results." Timur chuckled around his words, shooting a smirk at Felwinter. The Exo sat in a silence Timur would dare call sullen (and no one would believe him about it if he mentioned it, he was sure), and didn't take the bait of Timur's nettling.

"Hm."

Timur shifted where he sat up on his workbench, Felwinter leaning against it, and sighed. Felwinter's stoicism wasn't very much fun. On the other hand, Timur was certain that that small, noncommittal grunt of a sound absolutely meant Felwinter would not take his advice. Timur was looking forward to the 'I told you so's' already.

"Suit yourself." He took Felwinter's arm and gently draped it across his lap, bending down to have a closer look. Sure, he could have taken a more practical arrangement, but he'd learned long ago ful-contact worked best with Felwinter. Even the Exo's worst reactions were mild, and Timur preferred to be able to detect even the smallest twitches and trembles to better monitor his well-being while he worked. This had resulted in some peculiar work environments over the years, but it worked well, and strangely Felwinter didn't seem to mind much.

Felwinter's fist was a crumpled mess, and the plating up his forearm had buckled. Timur was confident he could straighten the mess out without the need for the ever-risky rez, or much discomfort from Felwinter...hopefully. He just had to get the outer plating of his arm off and he could tap it smooth the old-fashioned way. His hand was going to be more work, but they'd start easy.

"I'm assuming you think it was worth it," Timur said, turning Felwinter's wrist upwards gently and beginning to press and push at the barely-visible fasteners to a panel there.

"Of course it was worth it," Felwinter hummed, his smug satisfaction finally escaping. "I'm surprised you let me get there first," he added, tossing a wry glance up at Timur. Timur sniffed.

"I'm not much of a brawler." He picked away a few fasteners, setting them aside carefully, and noted how Felwinter's arm gave a minute jerk when the panel popped free. "That's more... your..." He trailed off, looking down at what he'd exposed when he lifted the plating inside Felwinter's wrist away. "I'm... That's..."

Felwinter had suddenly become very quiet, and Timur felt how his entire arm tensed and trembled in his gentle grip. He looked up and met his friends eyes, wide, bright, and wild.

"Don't-!" Felwinter started, and finally snatched his arm away when Timur reached down to run a finger over the engraved plate he'd revealed.

Timur had been looking for some sort of serial number on Felwinter for as long as he could remember, from the very first chance he'd had an opportunity to look at the man closely - the back of his skull the first time he'd removed that still-spooky helmet.

He wasn't too surprised to see that the number was unlike any he'd seen on other Exos, the entire format different, but he had not expected to spot the Warmind's mark emblazoned above it.

"Well that..." Timur started, then broke off. It explained some things. Some of his own wonderings and suspicions, records he'd found datamining Warmind bunkers, and most of all, the unexpected way Felwinter responded to some of his teasing every now and then. Timur wasn't entirely sure what he saw was about, but he was confident Felwinter knew. Felwinter's eyes were open as wide as they would go, and near white for how bright they shone, and Timur didn't think he'd actually seen fear in the man's cryptic expressions before, especially so clearly.

"Fel-"

"Please, Timur-" Felwinter gasped, taking a shuffling step back. He had his good hand wrapped around his wrist, covering himself. Timur slid off the work table and reached for his lover slowly.

"I guess this answers some stuff," Timur said quietly. Felwinter took another step back, wary, but Timur kept his same slow, careful approach. "You knew? Is this what's had you so edgy for...ever?" Timur asked, genuinely curious, and more than a little concerned.

Felwinter hesitated, visibly searching Timur's face. Timur flashed him a hopeful smile. "I guess it's our secret now, huh?" Timur offered.

Felwinter stared at him for a few more long seconds before finally he nodded, venting audibly. Timur couldn't help but notice the wave of hot-air that came off of his partner. His fingers brushed Felwinter's knuckles where his hand was still wrapped around the damaged arm, and Felwinter reluctantly revealed the mark again. Timur took his wrist in both hands, grip open, and cradled it while he looked, curious.

"I always knew you were something different," Timur whispered, voice warm and reverent. "Something special." He raised Felwinter's arm a little further, then lowered his head to lay a slow, sensuous kiss over the panel. He wasn't sure if Felwinter would feel that inner layer of himself, but he heard his fans stutter, and his whole arm twitched.

"You don't...?" Felwinter started, eyes darting while he watched Timur's every move.

"Don't what? Think it's weird? Think it's wrong?" He offered. "Never."

"I'm...not human," Felwinter whispered.

"No?" Timur hummed. "Well now I'm really curious." Felwinter didn't look entirely reassured, so Timur kissed him in the same place again.

"You may or may not be many things," Timur said, looking back up into his eyes. "But you'll always be Felwinter."

[makoredeyes]

Ship prompt; Damien x the Wet Floor sign, #3, please

JK, LMAO

Timur x Fel, & i couldn't pick a number bc i didn't know all of what youve already done with them, so # WhateverTheFirstNumberIsYouHaventDoneYet ♡

don't play with me I did both sakdfhsdkfjhs that's a THREAT

Timur x Fel # 47 : out of spite

"Like you said, the deeper into the Cosmodrome we get, the more we find. So, I think if we hit these three locations next, we're bound to find something. Right?" Timur looked up from the map he'd spread over Felwinter's broad desk, the Stormcaller nearly up on top of it as he reached to excitedly point to all the marks he'd made, only to find Felwinter's attention on a journal in his hand, pen scratching, the Exo seemingly not listening at all. "Right Fel?" Timur repeated. "Fel?" Nothing. Timur narrowed his eyes, annoyed. He very much preferred to be listened to when he spoke, and above all he hated feeling ignored. His brow furrowed and his face bunched up in annoyance.  "I'm pregnant," he said, deadpan. Felwinter nodded and kept writing. "Radegast did it." Still nothing.  He was beginning to think Felwinter was ignoring him on purpose.  "Fine. You leave me no choice." With no further warning, he finally pushed the rest of the way up onto the desk, the map crunching beneath his knees, and crawled over to Felwinter.  At the last second, the Exo looked up sharply, his eyes bright with surprise, but by then Timur was already lunging, throwing himself forward to smash their mouths together. Felwinter gasped, recoiling, but Timur held on and let himself be dragged into the other Warlock's lap. Felwinter jerked, flailing, and tried to push back and away, only for Timur to persist until at last he pulled away with a gasp, his lips bright and bruised.  "That's what you get for ignoring me, asshole!" He said, smirking.  Felwinter blinked at him, eyes wide and bright, the Exo truly stunned for the first time in Timur's extensive memory.  "...Noted," Felwinter huffed, nearly flustered. "Care to...start over?" ----- (Crack!) Damien-14 x the Caution Wet sign #8: a kiss goodbye

"I know you an' I have a lot in common, baby," Damien-14 leaned further to the side, throwing an arm out. "But it's just not gonna work out..." He coughed. Banshee had really found him some good stuff. Gone were the dark memories, the guilt, the phantom pains in his legs... hell he didn't even feel the seeping wet of the puddle of rainwater he'd sat down in.  Nor did he seem remarkably aware he was having an animated conversation with a folding CAUTION: WET sign while others gathered for Dawning festivities in the Tower Bazaar nearby. He really, truly, felt no pain. Or anything else for that matter. He did, however, notice Shaxx staring at him, and gave the Crucible Handler a hostile squint.  "Don't let him bother you... He's just... he's... He's jealous of what we've got. 'R somethin'.... I dunno." Another hiccuping cough. "But yanno... ya...kno... we're the same. You're y-yellow and... and... Stiff. People say I'm too uptight too. And... are you listening?!" He glared at the sign, then gasped when he leaned too hard on it and it tipped over with a soft clatter. "Shit!" For a long minute, Damien stared at the felled plastic, and then he heaved a sigh. "Damn.... Like I said." He reached out, very carefully setting it upright and laying an awkward little smooch on one corner then wobble-staggered up to his feet with a groan. "This is goodbye, doll. It's not gonna work."  Still posted nearby, Shaxx stifled a laugh under a cough and had to look away. About time that guy got to relax a little, he thought, but perhaps... maybe a little too much. 

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Below the cut is Damien and the CAUTION sign crack inspo