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som recent gbf stuff. boobies

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gabumika!!!!!!!!!

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and some Granblue as well

Granblue Fantasy Pairings include: athemedu, gabumika, and songsilva

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Dawning Flame

series: gbf pairing: Gabriel/Michael word count: 2150 rating: M summary: These times where Gabriel stokes the fires leisurely instead of igniting all the sparks at once also feel welcome to Michael.

[AO3]

kicking off the first fic of the year with some borderline smut because gabu before gw destroys me

Michael wakes not to her usual routine of rising before the dawn but to someone stroking her face. There's no mistaking who that hand belongs to, especially when she hears the low sigh next to her ear, and that there is only one other being that Michael would allow to be so intimate with her.

"Gabriel," Michael says, except all that comes out is a warble like she's trying to imitate speech. Gabriel giggle, her hand moving to brush back the bangs on Michael's face.

"Awake, Michael?" Gabriel murmurs. Her voice is still laden with sleep; she must have only woken just moments earlier. Michael's earlier attempt at speech had failed so all she can do is sigh instead. Once, she had pretended to be asleep and of course Gabriel had seen right through her. She'd been teased for it the rest of the day, and Michael does not feel keen on living through that embarrassment again even for Gabriel's delight.

Michael peeks open her eyes and squeezes them shut, groaning afterward as she covers her eyes with a hand. Going out drinking with Gabriel is always an exercise in futility, a lesson that Michael learns every time. No, it isn't that she learns, it's more that she should know better by now. She doesn't often go along with these trips as Gabriel's unusually high tolerance is... a bit too much for her, but Gabriel had tugged on her arm and pouted at her and said that they hadn't spent much time together lately and not even Michael can find herself able to refuse when Gabriel had looked like that.

Too bad it makes her regret waking up the next day.

"There, there." Gabriel is murmuring, gently prying Michael's hand away. Fingers brush against Michael's forehead and Gabriel's fingers, warm with body heart, are now cool to the touch. The sensation of healing magic washes over Michael, clearing some but not all of the fog. "Feeling better now?" she asks, and Michael doesn't need to look at her to hear the smile in her voice.

"... yes. Thank you, Gabriel," Michael says, her voice still hoarse with sleep. She must have drank more than she intended, which, considering her company, doesn't surprise her. It feels entirely unfair that Gabriel can drink so much and yet feel so little of it the next day.

Michael opens her eyes again. Gabriel had returned to stroking her face as she had been doing but not Michael can feel her fingers trailing lower, running a thumb over her lips. Michael turns her head—and rapidly when she sees how close Gabriel is to her, how close her face is that they can feel their breaths puffing past each other.

"Good morning, Mika," Gabriel says, and makes no further movement to even rise or move her hand. They stare at each other, waiting, until Gabriel finally reacts, her eyes crinkling as she smiles.

"Good morning, Gabriel," Michael returns. It is a bit hard to speak, especially when Gabriel still has her thumb near her mouth. Gabriel leans in and pulls her closer to kiss her, a soft press of her lips against Michael's. It is markedly different from the hungry and impatience ones of last night.

Michael allows herself to indulge in several more, relishing in the sounds of contentment she draws from Gabriel. It is pleasure of a different magnitude than the one they've enjoyed last night, one that feels closer to the flame inside a hearth than a raging inferno. Gabriel often likes to tease and rile her, add fuel to the flames that it feels as if Michael will explode with all her provocation. These times though, where Gabriel stokes the fires leisurely instead of igniting all the sparks at once, also feel welcome to Michael. No matter how many times they join together though, in what way or form, Michael enjoys it all and she hopes Gabriel does too.

Gabriel shifts closer, letting their legs tangle together as she lets her hands wander over Michael's body, enjoying the hard and taut muscles that Gabriel has praised her for. Michael wraps her arms around her and though Gabriel's warm against her, it feels like she can slip away like water. Gabriel's touch is cool but Michael can both feel it, the slow fire stirring inside them again.

"We should get up," Michael says, trying to work through the haze slowly settling inside her mind. It's a much different and more comfortable fog than the one she had when waking up, but she knows Gabriel's habits will rub off on her soon long enough.

"But your job today isn't in the morning, is it?"

Michael blinks. While yes, Gabriel is correct in saying that, she does not remember telling Gabriel her schedule.

"You only agree to go out with me at night when you don't have anything else in the morning," Gabriel points out, almost as if she's reading her mind. "You've always been responsible like that."

Michael turns to look at Gabriel with a frown, who only smiles lazily at her. Perhaps it is because she knows that this happens every time she goes out with Gabriel, and how Gabriel can be very persuasive in keeping her in bed.

"Fine, just for a little longer," Michael acquiesces, as if she's had a choice in the matter. Michael is too dutiful to abandon her responsibilities and Gabriel would truly let her go, and so Michael allows herself to stay. The pleased hum from Gabriel tells her that she likes that decision too.

"What's your job later, anyway?"

"I am helping Raphael"—Michael sucks in a breath because Gabriel has decided right in that very moment to brush against the swell of her breast—"with his farm." Gabriel is doing this on purpose, she knows it.

"That means Uriel's stew will be even more delicious later," Gabriel murmurs against her skin as the tips of her fingers tease the underside of her breast now, "I'll bring us some drinks for the four of us."

"That would be"—Gabriel is ghosting her fingers down her side now—"nice," she manages to finish in an impressively steady voice. It is not fair that Gabriel is doing all of this to her though so Michael runs a hand down the curve of Gabriel's back. Gabriel arches into her, and Michael continues downward, cupping Gabriel's bottom. Despite herself, Michael is embarrassed, slight warmth rising to her cheeks; she's not usually this emboldened unless Gabriel has pushed her, and without a few drinks in her as well.

Gabriel doesn't mind, making a sound that reminds Michael of a cat purring. Their hands wander, touching and dragging across any bit of skin but there is no hurry to them. Gabriel enjoys physicality, always eager to get her hands on Michael. Perhaps it is a moth being attracted to a flame but unlike a moth, Gabriel has the power to pull Michael under the waves, pull her along to her current.

Arms abruptly wrap around Michael and she blinks suddenly, and now she's the one looking down at Gabriel, who bats her lashes up at her innocently. "Can't wait to be on top of me again, hm?" Gabriel says as the corners of her lips twitch, holding back the coy smile always present on her lips.

"What—you were the one that pulled me up here," Michael grumbles though rather halfheartedly. She still does not move away even after claiming that, and Gabriel laughs at her.They should be getting out of bed—she should be getting out of bed, Gabriel does often enjoy lounging in the mornings, but Gabriel pulls her down again, almost as if to dissuade her of that thought. Perhaps she had been able to tell what Michael had been thinking; Gabriel has always seemed to figure her out so easily.

Rather than going for a kiss as Michael had expected, Gabriel simply brings her close and holds her. Michael blinks before she takes the invitation, burying her face into Gabriel's neck. The blaze that had been steadily growing inside dwindles, a low kindling now.

Many things trouble Michael but when Gabriel holds her like this, they all feel... not necessarily insignificant, but... manageable. Jobs, potential dangers to the skies, her guilt over the angels of instructions—things will be better. Gabriel murmurs something but Michael does not catch it and before she can ask Gabriel to repeat her words, Gabriel cards through her hair and a soft sigh leaves Michael instead, her eyes slowly closing.

They remain like that for a time, Michael finding herself slowly dozing off even despite not being one to sleep in; Gabriel just always seems to make her indulge in behaviors she wouldn't otherwise. Or perhaps it is still the influence of all the alcohol from last night.

"Say, Mika, can you stay like this by yourself for longer? You make a fine model like this."

Michael snaps open her eyes and grabs the blanket to cover herself. Gabriel is still underneath her but she's giggling behind her hand now. "Oh, I've never seen you move so fast!"

"Do not joke about that." Michael frowns as she glances away. "I... do not feel comfortable with my likeliness being displayed like that for others."

Something in Gabriel's eyes seem to to flash and when Michael blinks, she's the one with her back to the bed now, Gabriel straddling her as she looms over her.

"I never said anything about showing to the others," Gabriel says, her voice purposefully low, "it'll be for my eyes only." Her hand traces down the line of Michael's body like a canvas, her touch turning colder. Michael gasps as she tries to flinch away but Gabriel manages to hold her down.

Gabriel's wings suddenly unfurl from her back, blocking out the rest of the morning sun as it curls toward them. Michael wants to scold her for releasing her wings so brazenly, should scold her—but Gabriel fits a knee between her legs and pushes up against the apex of her legs. Michael hisses in surprise. She doesn't know whether it's from Gabriel's leg, or the way Gabriel has also laid her entire hand, now even colder, on her abdomen. In just several seconds, Michael finds herself at the mercy of Gabriel.

Water is fire's greatest weakness, after all.

"Just a little longer, Mika," Gabriel murmurs as her hands, still so cold, move lower. Michael gasps and rocks her hips once more, like a repeat performance of last night. Gabriel laughs and murmurs teases to her and although she moves slowly at first, she knows how to steadily push her higher and higher, setting Michael aflame and blazing even hotter than before.

When Michael crashes down, she's aware of Gabriel pulling her close and patting her head. The wings are gone now, Gabriel hiding them from sight once more. For as much as Michael had wanted to scold her for displaying earlier, she... does not dislike the sight of seeing them. It reminds her of simpler times, easier times—but that is neither the thought for here and now. For as much as Gabriel can see right through her, she still does not want to burden Gabriel with her troubles. Better to be safe and not let her mind wander too far in Gabriel's presence.

Michael pulls Gabriel close to her as well. Her body is cool to the touch; Michael does not want to know how hot she runs right now but Gabriel doesn't move away or make any effort to. Though the flame inside of her flickers, all it takes is a simple rekindling for her to burn again, something she knows Gabriel is aware of.

"Now may we get out of bed?" Michael loosens her hold, finally regaining her wits to her. She sits up despite Gabriel's weight on her. "I confess to feeling a bit hungry now."

"Hungry?" Gabriel smiles at her in a way that Michael knows is danger. She grounds her hips down against Michael, intention more than clear. "Your breakfast is just down here—"

Michael groans, her face burning hot. The way Gabriel can say such crude things so plainly will be her undoing one day. Gabriel laughs and loops her arms around Michael's neck, that cheeky smile on her face far too tickled to Michael's liking. She tries to rise once more—a cold hand on her neck makes her flinch and Michael is on her back yet again, a theme she thinks will be common for the next several minutes. Gabriel is above her again, now with her knees on both sides of Michael's head. Gabriel's eyes twinkle with mischief—well, that is all Michael can see before Gabriel lowers herself.

As much as water can be vast and expansive, Michael knows that it still cannot match Gabriel's hunger.

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Cool Contrast

series: Granblue Fantasy pairing: Michael/Gabriel word count: 1403 rating: T summary: Leave it to Gabriel to learn about these customs… and use them against Michael.

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just some vday shenanigans

Sometimes, Michael thinks she should have better foresight. It would at least help her out of these… troublesome situations.

Troublesome being Gabriel currently straddling her lap, grinning devilishly. Michael doesn't like that expression, and she doesn't know what Gabriel's planning next. When it comes to Gabriel, Michael's not sure if it's foresight she needs, though.

"... what are you doing, Gabriel?" Even though Michael is asking this, she already knows Gabriel won't give her a straight answer.

"It's Valentine's Day!" Gabriel answers cheerfully, and says nothing else as if that could be the only explanation Michael needs even if she's furrowing her brow in confusion. The name sounds familiar but Michael has been very divorced from the affairs of the skydwellers for some time. She's mainly aware of the large feasts and present exchanges they do at the end of the skydweller calendar year, but not much else. Leave it to Gabriel to learn about these customs… and use them against Michael.

"It's a day where you give chocolates to convey your feelings for someone," Gabriel finally explains. She turns to the table next to them and now there's a box in her hands she turns back to Michael. "Do you understand now?"

"... is that it?" Michael thinks it sounds a bit silly to set aside a day just for that—and chocolate? Why is chocolate the chosen confectionery for this particular holiday? Is there a special meaning behind it? The mortals truly come up with outlandish ideas sometimes.

And still, none of this explains why Gabriel is so close to her.

"What do you mean, is that it? I prepared so hard to make these chocolates! Even Europa and I had to venture out to Chocolae Island ourselves to get enough chocolate for our presents! On top of all the baking too!" Gabriel pouts.

Michael's not entirely sure what that means, but it sounds like Gabriel and her disciple had gone to many lengths to prepare this. Even Michael can appreciate that effort. She sits up straighter—or, well, she tries to but Gabriel is… a rather large obstacle to accomplishing that.

"Then, you're meant to give the chocolates to someone?" Michael asks instead. She looks at the box in Gabriel's hands. From her earlier explanation, there should be chocolates inside, but Michael has learned to be wary of Gabriel's… gifts.

"Yes! These are for you, actually." Gabriel takes the box and holds it out for Michael with both her hands, presenting it to her. "Happy Valentine's Day, Michael."

"I... ah? I mean, thank you." Bewildered, Michael accepts the box.

Oh. Well. That'd been rather straightforward. Michael is not used to this. It's strange for Gabriel to be so forthright that Michael can't help but feel thrown off slightly. "Should I open it right now?"

"That's the whole point, yes," Gabriel says, a touch of impatience coming into her amused tone.

"I will do so now, then."

Michael turns the box all around. It looks like she's meant to pull the ribbon and open the box that way, but the box is so nicely wrapped it seems like a shame to pull it apart. When Gabriel pointedly clears her throat though, Michael decides she might as well do it.

Pinching the ribbon between her fingers, Michael pulls it apart and lifts the lid of the box. Inside are chocolates of varying shapes and colors, some darker and some lighter. Many of them are heart-shaped which is… cute. Gabriel's still looking at her expectantly, so Michael also guesses she should try one.

Taking one of them, Michael pops it into her mouth. Ah, perhaps she should have taken a bite of it first, but that is too late now. She bites through it—her eyes widen. This piece she'd taken isn't fully solid—there's filling in the middle, tasting of some kind of sweet fruit—ah, raspberries, she pins down. The chocolate itself is not as sweet in comparison, the sweetness of the fruit helping to cut through some of the bitter bite of the chocolate.

"Delicious," Michael says, astonished. "You've made these?"

"Of course! I've made all of these from scratch. With Europa's help, of course." Gabriel smiles at her.

"Wonderful." Michael looks over the rest of the box, her eyes wide open with surprise. Now she can truly appreciate all the work Gabriel has done for her… and it makes her feel guilty that she has prepared nothing for Gabriel in return. Now that she's aware of this holiday, she'll have to make sure to learn for next year then.

In the meanwhile, she wants to enjoy another piece. Oh, wait, there's some chocolate on her fingers now. She hadn't even realized that had happened. Being so attuned to the element of fire means her own power makes her vessel run slightly hotter than normal. That must be why the chocolate had started melting already even though she had only touched it for a brief second.

"Allow me," is the only warning Gabriel gives before she grabs Michael's wrist and brings her hand to her mouth.

Michael watches with even wider eyes, seemingly frozen as Gabriel licks clean the chocolate on her fingers. Her fingers are heated, a sharp contrast to the coolness of Gabriel's tongue… although Michael's sure her own face is burning hot right now. She's tempted to ask if this is another tradition of the holiday but even she knows that this is far from it and merely Gabriel teasing her as she always does. Still, it leaves her speechless, all too aware of Gabriel's every action now.

"There we go," Gabriel says as she finishes. She lets go but Michael's hand remains frozen in the air. Gabriel smiles in satisfaction, giggling as she takes the box from Michael and sets it aside, but not before taking another piece of chocolate and holding it out for Michael. "I hear from the mortals that it's also good if you feed them to your partner too, so let's try that."

"... another tradition?" Michael finds herself asking though she's skeptical about this. She's still trying to compose herself, but Gabriel is making that very hard. "Must you continue to remain on me like this, though?"

"It adds to the mood, don't you think?"

"... I think all of this was really just an excuse for you to do this to me."

Gabriel is still smiling but it seems to change as she leans down, face dangerously close to Michael's as she places a finger in front of Michael's lips.

"But I don't think you mind, do you, Michael?"

Michael swallows, wisely keeping silent instead. Gabriel pats her cheek before moving back and holding out the chocolate. Resigning herself, Michael accepts the confectionery. Her tongue catches on Gabriel's fingers, and she tries to ignore the loud gasp that she knows Gabriel has exaggerated for her to hear. Even so, Gabriel's fingers are cool, almost like ice, and it nearly makes Michael drop the chocolate from the extreme contrast. Thankfully, Gabriel helps push in the last inch of the way so it doesn't fall out.

"Ah, this one is…" Michael brings a hand up to her mouth as she chews. This one is a little more simple than the first one she'd eaten, and she thinks the coldness from Gabriel's fingers also gives it a different feeling from the first one as well, but hm, there's a flavor in here she can't quite recognize. The chocolate is sweeter to make up for—

"Alcohol," Michael suddenly says, "this one has alcohol, doesn't it?" It'd been a hint, not strong to be distracting, but still distinct enough for her to recognize the flavor. It… hadn't been bad, if she wants to be honest. She's learning many different ways about how chocolate can be modified, but of course Gabriel would have learned how to make something like this.

Gabriel laughs. "Don't worry, you got one of the lighter ones," she says, her eyes sparkling with mischief, "it'll be up to you to find the rest."

"What? There's—" Michael looks over at the box, horrified. "What do you mean lighter? Are there—" but Gabriel puts another finger on her lips and reaches over to grab another chocolate. When she looks up at Gabriel and sees her half-lidded gaze shining with amusement, a shiver runs down Michael despite her heat.

"Don't worry, Michael, we'll go through the whole box together."