#monado man

[quagsouls]

I'm probably not gonna stop talking about Monado Man Shulk and Gigachad Rex for like a full month this shit got me fucking hyped

[quagsouls]

Holy shit monado boy became monado man

[luminousselfinsert]

Beautiful (Self insert fic)

I wrote some fluff about me and Dunban last night and wanted to share it with whoever is interested. If you read this I’d really appreciate if you’d like the post or something, just so I know someone actually read it, but it’s ok if you don’t want to do that.

Warnings: Internalized ableism. Also I don’t have a physical disability so if I screwed this up please let me know.

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"You're beautiful, you know. Everything about you is just... beautiful." Pearl blushes as the words leave them, but they are true, and here, alone with Dunban, the two of them bathed in the fierce glow of the fire, seems like as good a place as any to say them. The firelight had been playing over the dramatic angles of his face, casting the silhouette of a legendary warrior for a flicker before shifting back to the person--the noble, heroic, wonderful, but still very much Homs person--Pearl knows him to be, and they couldn't hold back their admiration, their love. Dunban smiles, still gazing into the fire.

"Most of me, you mean," he says softly, and Pearl is genuinely confused for a second before they see how he's clutching at his right arm. "There's a few parts that are pretty useless." He barks out a laugh, like he's trying to make a joke out of it, and Pearl hates it. They feel cold all of a sudden, the heat of the fire no longer reaching them.

"That's not true," they say with conviction.

"No, it is useless. Can't even hold anything--" Dunban is cut off before he can finish speaking.

"No, I mean it's not true that it's not beautiful. Every part of you is beautiful, I meant that." Pearl reaches carefully for Dunban's hand, still covered by his cloak. They rest their hand on top of the fabric, not reaching underneath yet. "May I?" they ask, looking into Dunban's eyes. There's a pause, and then he says,

"Yes." Pearl pushes the cloak aside then, gently taking hold of his hand, fingertips tracing the scars there. Ever so carefully, while searching Dunban's face for any sign of pain, Pearl lifts his arm and places a kiss on the back of his hand. Dunban inhales audibly at that, and Pearl worries that they've hurt him, but he sees the concern on their face and smiles softly. "I'm all right," he says, "just... surprised me, is all." Pearl smiles too, relieved.

"Can I pull up your sleeve?" Pearl asks, circling over one of the buttons at Dunban's wrist with their thumb.

"Be my guest," is the reply. Pearl smiles more at the turn of phrase, taking it as a sign that Dunban is getting comfortable with the situation. As carefully as before, they unbutton his sleeve before drawing it up, exposing Dunban's forearm. They trace over the most obvious scars and veins with their fingers before pressing their lips softly to each one.

"Beautiful," they whisper.

"You mean that." Dunban says. It isn't a question. There's something close to awe in his voice, along with something vulnerable and raw.

"Absolutely," Pearl says. They shift themself so that they can snuggle into Dunban's chest, and once again they watch for indications of pain as they guide his arm to encircle their waist, entwining his fingers with theirs once they're done. "Does that hurt?" they ask.

"No," Dunban replies without hesitation.

"Then it can hold me," Pearl says. Dunban tucks his head in to place a kiss on Pearl's hair.

"That it can," he says, and they stay like that, feeling each other breathe, watching the fire go down, feeling warm.

[audhulm-a]

Happy Z-man Friday!