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"sink into my skin" - aka k/da kahri first time smut [complete, E, 11.6k]

An Archive of Our Own, a project of the Organization for Transformative Works

Kai'Sa tries to multitask on lavishing Ahri’s chest with her mouth while keeping her breathing in check to push the second skin down, but falls short. Ahri’s hands are already gripping at the top of her back, and Kai’Sa knows she can feel the scales dancing around.

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Kai'Sa and Ahri's first time together, and the safety they find.

[drtanner]

Yeah, it turns out I'm a fake person. Mm, not really human, that's right. Mhm. Yeah! Yeah, I was born and grew up and lived a whole life, but they looked inside me and it turns out I'm actually a deceptively sophisticated android, and that's why they can't fix me. Yeah no, they don't have the technology, they said. What? Who does? Oh, I don't know. Aliens, maybe? They couldn't be specific. Anyway, the point is whatever's making me feel like this is just going to have to stay that way. Forever, probably, yeah. Right? What a drag! That's the NHS for you, innit. Still, I wouldn't be without it for anything. Imagine what it'd be like in the American system!

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TALES FROM FAREWENDEN: THIS ONE CONVERSATION IS BASICALLY THE WHOLE POINT OF THE ENTIRE BOOK

“Oh, you’re a bad person, are you? And you just resign yourself to it, of course. You’re a bad person, and you’re too lazy to try to be anything else. Coward.” 

Brom spat the word at him with a greater amount of visceral, withering scorn than he’d ever managed to drum up over the course of his whole life before that point, but Warrock, having been the target of many dozens of lifetimes’ worth of scorn for most of his years, remained wholly unimpressed. 

“And what d’you think you are?” he sneered, his voice heavy with disdain. “A good person? Or are you one of those soppy teat-suckers who thinks everyone is naturally good inside? That is what you think, isn’t it? Everyone is good at heart, and bad people are just good people who need help. You and those stuffy Knights, too. You ridiculous child,” he growled. “The world isn’t like your flowery bedtime stories. You need to grow up.”

The words stung every bit as much as they were no doubt supposed to, Warrock knowing full well by then how often Brom worried about being too soft and inexperienced, too sheltered in his upbringing to be out in the world as he was, and Brom bristled and scowled at him for the all too transparent attempt to cut him down. 

 “You don’t get it, do you,” he hissed, fully at the end of his tether. “Good isn’t something that you are, it’s something that you do, that you have to choose! And you have to keep choosing to do it! It never becomes something that you can just… just be and forget about! It’s work! You have to work at it!” 

“So what,” scoffed Warrock, almost laughing. “There are no good or bad people? Is that what you’re saying?” 

“I know you think you’ve caught me out, saying that,” Brom replied, tersely. “But you’ve fairly well hit the nail on the head. There are no good or bad people. Just people who choose to do good or bad things. That’s all.” 

“That’s all?” 

“Yeah. That’s all.” 

Folding his arms across his thick, broad chest as he leaned back in his seat, Warrock cocked his head quizzically at the young man across the fire from him, his grizzled face twisting this way and that while he mulled the idea over. Eventually, after some long moments of thought, he fixed Brom with a stare. 

“... What’s the point in trying, then?” he asked, finally. “If you’re never gonna be a good person, no matter what you do?” 

“Well,” said Brom, “It’s not about you, is it.” 

“Is it not?” 

Brom shook his head.

“No, of course not. You don’t do good things because you expect anything. You do good just because it needs doing, not because you’re trying to… I don’t know, win a prize that you can wave around at people afterwards. It’s not about you.” 

“So you don’t wanna be a good person, then?” 

“I want to be a person who does good things.” 

“Is that not the same thing?” 

“No.” 

A lengthy silence followed, broken only by the gentle crackling of the campfire and the distant calls of nighttime birds, searching for each other under a vast, starlit sky. Such an enormous, open expanse, stretching out over the whole world, further than the eye can see, Brom thought. And yet, still a trifling thing compared to the gulf of difference between himself and the ruthless, hard-nosed Warrock. 

“That’s a surprise to me,” Warrock remarked, after another pause for thought. “That someone like you wouldn’t wanna be a good person.” 

“Oh, come on,” quipped Brom, with the barest hint of a grin. “Have you ever met someone who thinks themselves a ‘good person’? They’re the most annoying people in the world!” 

At that, Warrock really did laugh. 

“T’Maug’s leaky left tit,” he chuckled. “They really are, aren’t they.” 

“And the worst thing about them,” said Brom, “Is that they’ll do awful things, and they’ll go, ‘Oh, but I’m a good person, so obviously this awful thing I’ve just done is good, actually, because I did it on account of my good morals and how good I am!’” 

“Oh, it does get tiresome, doesn’t it. See me,” said Warrock, thumbing his chest, “I can be honest about it, at least, when I do awful things. I know that I’m, ahem, that I’m choosing to do bad things, as you’d say.” 

“Yeah,” sighed Brom, frowning. “They’re cowards for not wanting to think too hard about what they’re doing or why and for never getting to grips with how selfish they really are. You’re a coward for completely different reasons.”

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You should write abt the headcanon i see going around where Morris Delancey is deaf

ooooh i’ve heard of this one before! i love morris delancey sm (im like drained on writing bc i just finished a series so it may be short but wOOp)

-okay so it’s modern era and the boy didn’t really know morris was deaf at first right

-so when like jack tries giving him sass or race tries to flirt he just stares blankly and walks away

-but maybe it slips out one day

-like one of the guys keeps trying to get morris’s attention and oscar’s like “piss off kid he can’t hear shit”

-oscar’s fluent in ASL bc he cares about his brother??? wow big shocker

-ofc the guy spreads the word bc any tea about the delanceys is good tea and morris so casually freaks out bc he’s actually pretty insecure about being deaf and oscar’s gotta calm his distressed brother down and oscar can’t help but feel really guilty bc he caused this; he let the word slip and morris was beyond pissed

-so he’s about to fuckin lunge when one savior emerges: davey jacobs (i hc davey’s also fluent in ASL)

-so he talks to morris and nobody can really tell what they’re saying, but they know judging by morris’s very intense signing that davey is calmly begging morris not to beat up mush

-the boys are somewhat more understanding with the delanceys despite fucking with them still

-morris already had some mild hearing issues since birth but he fully went deaf when he was six because he fell off a jungle gym and hit his head really hard and when he woke up in the hospital he got really scared and upset bc ??? why can’t he hear anything ??? why can’t he hear his brother talking to him ???

-oscar didn’t understand what was going on either so he tried yelling but then he saw their uncle Wiesel walk back into the room and sit down; wiesel’s silent and not even looking up at oscar

-oscar’s led outside by a doctor and the doctor tells oscar that morris had gone deaf, and since oscar’s young he’s like ??? and then the doctor explains that morris can’t hear anything at all, and that there was nothing they could do

-oscar stays the night at the hospital with morris, clinging to his brother and weeping because nothing’s gonna be the same ever again; morris won’t hear all the cool music they dance to, morris won’t be able to hear oscar’s silly jokes, morris was deaf

-this story’s got a happy ending tho

-one day oscar overhears wiesel on the phone with someone, and the only thing he hears is “hearing aid” and “morris” and oscar tries asking about it but wiesel just dismisses it

-finally during the end of junior year wiesel tells the both of them morris is getting a hearing aid and oscar can hardly believe his ears (ironically)

-at the hospital oscar just can’t sit the fuck still bc morris has been in there for god knows how many hours

-but when morris is finally in the recovery room and starts waking up oscar gives a small, “mo..?” and morris suddenly gasps and starts crying because Holy Fuck I Can Hear My Brother

-the two are hugging so tightly they gotta be separated because morris is still weak as hell from surgery but neither of them care because things are just starting to turn around

[mansmarvellouslight]

hello dearest newsies fandom long time no see BUT guess who finished a delancey ficthats beens sat in his drafts for a year (spoiler its me)

here it is take it mwah it’s excessively long I apologise

enjoy!!!!!!!

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hey hey last binding people I actually finished a fic

here <33 enjoy

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