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[maxlovespigeons]

A Change in Perspective

Chapter 1

T-rated, 3.7k, TBC

Monster Hunter AU, Werehog shenanigans, Eventual Sonadow

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Zine fics for a coffee

I don't really post my zine fics because by the time they leave zine jail (aka when I'm finally allowed to post), I have... well, kinda forgotten about them because I'm always writing something new.

With this past AO3 outage, it finally occurred to me that I could simply post them to my kofi.

And because it is a lot more effort, I'm locking them to supporters only: which means that if you have bought me a kofi in the past, you can read every zine piece i eventually post.

The zine fic i just posted can be found here, and it is the one I made for the Trainers of Teyvat Zine which was a charity genshin x pokémon zine.

(Image ID: A screenshot of the kofi blog post that reads:

Reflection

by Uncrowned_Star (Sky_King)

Relationship: Aether & Venti,  Venti & Mimikyu

Other characters: Paimon, Diluc

Summary: 

After accidentally ripping a Mimikyu’s disguise, Venti found himself reminiscing about his past, the image he’s borrowed, and his similarities with the Pokémon now in his care.

Word count: 3195)

[fanged-mccree-blog]

let me drown in your arms

a mcgenji fic for @dragonbladc - ‘first kiss’

     the first time genji removed his visor, it was 2:30 in the afternoon. jesse can still remember the sunlight that had been dripping through the windows, golden and warm against skin that loved the sun.

     genji had been seated on the bed with him, their legs tangled together in a way that had become so familiar. always touching one another, no matter where they were, or what they were doing. whether it be the bumping of elbows, or the brushing of fingers when on their way to a mission; to the point that jesse found himself more often in genji’s presence than he was alone.

   ‘kuso,’ a word that the cowboy had not known before meeting genji, and the murmured curse had brought dark eyes up from the DS clutched gently in his hands. before he could ask what was wrong, his breath had caught in the depths of his throat. those dark eyes had watched as nimble fingers released the visor from its hold; a simple, smooth motion that jesse had never seen from the cyborg. as long as he’d known him, his face had been kept hidden behind that visor, and not once had he asked for it to be removed. not once had genji shown comfort in removing it.   

   and, yet, there he was. pulling it down and away to reveal beautiful, scarred skin that had jesse left utterly speechless. choking on his own words and his own breath.    

   neither of them said a word. 

   from then, it became normal. the visor would come off in their time alone. jesse would do his best not to stare, afraid genji might get the idea wrong. that, perhaps, the cyborg would think he was appalled and not absolutely, totally star struck. that genji might think he saw a monster, when all jesse could see was a beauty that rivaled the damn heavens.

   he did not touch. could not bring himself to reach a hand out and feel those scars below the calloused pads of his thumbs, bad as his heart ached to. to reach and memorize every curve, every dip, every laugh line and every last damn scar.

   until now.

   the clock flashes 2:56am, bright red against the shadows that swallow the room around them. it is the closing fingers around his wrist that grabs his attention from the movie that flashes across the screen. 

   genji is settled snugly against him, a perfect fit for the dip of his lap. they claim it saves space; jesse knows, for him, it is that there is no time he feels less like a killer than when genji is pressed against his body. because even the feeling of their bodies touching is enough to put the demons to rest, to have them shushed until next they part.

   and so, it is those fingers at his wrist that has dark eyes pulling from the screen, “genji-?” the older man begins, keeps his voice soft and low because the other is moving that hand to those scarred cheeks. fingers curling over his own to direct him into cupping one, fingertips nearly brushing the corners of his lips. below his hand, genji is warm. in the dim light of the movie, jesse can see that he is blushing, a gentle sort of pink that seems to be spreading to the tips of his ears.

   in his chest, there is the pounding of his heart; a noise that fills his ears, louder than any drumbeat. the real thing is always better than one’s imagination, but jesse could never - not in a thousand years - have imagine how it would feel to be allowed this skin to skin contact with his best friend, to be allowed to touch.

   when jesse’s fingers move to curl under his chin, genji does not fight it. murmurs a soft approval that just barely reaches the gunslingers ears. the movie is long forgotten in the background, jesse is too focused on the way the cyborg shifts in his lap. he turns, until their chests are pressed together, and they are so close that there would be no room for more than air between them. 

   this is the way things should be, he has time to think, hand moving once more to brush along the edges of genji’s hairline. feeling dark strands below the skin of the hand that remains flesh. the metal one remains at his side, useless in a situation such as this. it cannot feel that warmth, it cannot learn the path of those scars...

   it is jesse that breaks their comfortable silence, there is a question that burns through him in a way he can no longer ignore; for months it has been consuming him, an asking of permission that begins with the pad of his thumb brushing along genji’s bottom lip.

   ‘may i?’ 

   and when genji nods, the gunslinger thinks that his heart may just stop beating in his chest. or, perhaps, it will truly come alive for the first time in years. 

   so easily, does he close that short distance between them. presses worried lips to genji’s soft, scarred ones. he can feel the exhale of a held breath against his upper one, and has the mind to think he is just as nervous as i am before all he can focus on is the cyborg in his lap. the way he quivers, the way his breath smells and tastes of fruit snacks and sugary drinks. as sweet as jesse has always pictured, only better because this is real.

   the kiss is not awkward, not the way one might expect with it being the first (of many, jesse prays) between them. but, really, they have always come together like puzzle pieces. fit into the curve of one another’s bodies, the cracks in their very beings. not perfect, but as damn close as two could ever wish to be.

   neither break away until their lungs burn, until both of their cheeks are flushed as red as the strawberries they’d shared earlier in the evening. and, when they do, there is only the sound of gentle breathing, the melodic laugh that is shared between the two of them.

   yes, jesse thinks, this is how things are supposed to be.

[fanged-mccree-blog]

in the name of love.

don’t; keep my muse from leaving for @heartofamxn

    jesse feels the raw emotion welling before he can stop it; at first, it is soft, something quiet and personal. it is the increase of his breathing, chest rising and falling quicker with what feels like every passing second.

    then, it is the tears that prick at the corners of cocoa colored eyes. they do not fall, not yet, but the linger there. make his vision blurred at the very edges and the voices that surround him seem to fade to static. everything feels like static. pin-pricks against his skin, something akin to a muscle falling asleep from disuse.

    it was meant to be an evening of fun, and yet, anxiety does not take a rest. it happens anytime, anywhere, a side-effect of a bringing up in which his eight year old hands had clutched a gun, held it unsteady against the skull of a man he will never forget.

    when he rises to excuse himself from the team, he does not hear their questions of are you alright? and son, y’ look a bit pale- because their voices do not even reach his ears. he’s stumbling into the hallway before he even realizes he’s taken a step, one hand clutching his chest. fingers curling into the fabric of the soft flannel gabe had laid out earlier for him, holding on so tight that his knuckles turn white.. the panic is crashing over him, a wave of immeasurable height, and he is nearly dropping to his knees, where it will consume him until there is so very little left.

    before his back can slide down the cold wall, there are hands at either side of him.

    how-? he doesn’t need to look up to know who it is, there is no one on base that would dare approach him this way when he’s like this, no one that can walk with such silence. no one, except genji shimada.

    “jesse,” it is the only voice that cuts the panic in two, a knife made of only the most pure kind of love. and still, the young man cannot bring his head up, buries it in his hands where he sobs. open, broken, he does not have the frame of mind to think that the others can surely hear him- “jesse.” this time, it is more firm, though there is not even a hint of unkindness. 

    before he can bring his eyes up, watery and swimming as they are, there is a hand at his cheek. synthetic fingers brush his skin, do not try to swipe away the tears that still fall. no, they merely.. cradle. give him the contact he will only allow from this man alone.

    “you are safe, jesse mccree,” his voice is a melody, a lullaby, something to soothe and lull and h u s h the demons that swarm his head. he shudders, chest heaving once - twice - and nods. it’s slow, but a sign that he is listening, at the very least. “breathe with me. here,” there is a hand on his own, bringing the one that has been clutching his shirt to lie flat against genji’s chest.

    and, the cyborg breathes.

    it is easy like that; to follow his every inhale, every exhale, to match their breathing until his own slows. until he is no longer swallowing air as though he has been drowning in the ocean, and all that is left - visibly - are the tears that have stained his cheeks.

    “good,” genji’s voice sounds rougher. it is only when he finally brings his eyes up that he notices the other is not wearing his visor. how rare that is, to see him without it when they are not in the privacy of his room, “you do not need to speak, if you are not able. i am here. do you wish to go back to the party, or would you like me to take you back to your room?”

    in the haze of the fading panic, jesse thinks, there has never been another like genji. and there never will be. he does not patronize, does not demand anything from the gunslinger, only cares for the state his mind is in. and, jesse thinks, he would not be alive without the cyborg.

    “... room.” when he speaks, his voice is deep, throat sore from the sobs that had wracked his body and tore through him like rolling thunder. genji does not question him, wraps a reassuring arm around his shoulders. genji shimada has become more than the stars and the sun and the moon to jesse mccree, more than any other being alive could ever even wish to be. 

    a strange dance of cowboys and ninjas, one that had begun with a bubbling of friendship into something so much more. it is the soft hum of genji’s inner workings that lull him to sleep, it is the feeling of scarred lips on his own that he thinks of when they are thousands of miles apart, and it is the memory of those synthetic fingers brushing against his skin that brings him a sense of security.

    “and, jesse?” genji speaks, interrupts his thoughts, “if you ever feel that you must leave, know that i would go with you. if you wanted me with you, i would follow you to the ends of the earth.” 

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next mcgenji fic

so pbbt a few people actually?? showed interest in me writing more mcgenji fics & i’d really like to!! however, there’s a few ideas i wanna run with & i’d love to hear which you’d all like most! so; - first kiss - date night(tm) - meeting again (after literal years apart) - wildcard (basically, you give me an idea or a prompt or a song & i will run with it!)

quietly tags @aegeah for their opinion w h o o ps

that’s all i’ve got for now - lemme know what y’all think?