Destiny Drabbles
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It doesn't matter to Osiris how tame or loyal the Temple Wolves are, Osiris finds them disconcerting at best.
Unbeta'd, quickie drabble prompt answer from Bluesky <3
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- Part 1 of Destiny Drabbles
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"If only anyone should be so lucky as to be bestowed the gift of poetry from Lord Felwinter," Timur said. "Your worst limerick would be a treasure, my friend."
Felwinter slaves over a poem for Osiris, but he is not the natural poet his lover is. Timur makes a poor coach. Or does he?Rated to be safe for dirty jokes shared between lovers.
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- Part 2 of Destiny Drabbles
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"SIVA broke my home and tore my family apart!" Osiris snapped. "That thug of a so-called-"
"As was mine," Saladin cut in softly, his voice as raw and broken with grief as Osiris'. "Come home, Osiris. Mourn in the company of people who care about you. Don't let yourself rot up here all alone. They wouldn't want that, and you know it."
"Who cares?" Osiris hissed, riled.
"We care," Saint said gently. "Lord Saladin. Myself." He looked down. "Your canine friend. Your Ghost, Sagira, who Geppetto misses terribly. You have friends, Lord Osiris," Saint plead. "You should be with them."Drabble Prompt request: A rather bittersweet glimpse at what might have become of Osiris if he'd chosen the life of an Iron Lord.
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- Part 3 of Destiny Drabbles
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Timur's favorite pastime these days was bothering Felwinter and Osiris. One or the other was great, but both of them together...? Peak entertainment.
What better way to bother them than interrupt their training session with a snowball fight?Series
- Part 4 of Destiny Drabbles
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"Help me with the laces, Osiris?" He asked. Osiris' eyes widened despite his best efforts to keep a neutral expression.
Even with the corseted vest fitting him loosely, it was already tremendously flattering. Osiris was mesmerized.Drabble Request based on some art(also a request lol) I did recently
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- Part 5 of Destiny Drabbles
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Sagira has some important questions about Felwinter’s anatomy. Felspring doesn’t wait to get answers.
Crack. Bad, bad, horny humor. I am not sorry.Series
- Part 6 of Destiny Drabbles
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Felwinter backed away in the other direction. "Leave," he croaked. He could feel it: something foreign creeping into his mind like fast growing brambles, clouding his vision and making his limbs lock. "If I follow you, shoot me."
"What?!"
"It's not me, Osiris," Felwinter slurred. "It's a virus. Get out," he warned, miserable.
"Nah. C'mon, kid," Timur soothed, stooping down and hoisting Felwinter into a fireman's carry. "We're gonna help you," Timur promised. I've got an idea."Series
- Part 7 of Destiny Drabbles
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For a few minutes, the awkward silence was nearly devastating until Felwinter finally decided to break the ice.
"Saint." With a Sledgehammer. "Am I correct to infer you're courting Osiris?"
Saint gawped, his jaw working in stunned silence, his eyes bright, the lights in his throat rich in color, giving away his own intense shock at being so bluntly called out.
"Forgive me, Lord Felwinter, I was not aware that you were-"
"Please, you misunderstand me," Felwinter said gently. "I am not here to interfere. Allow me to help a little. Get up, Osiris," Felwinter intoned, the command gentle but brooking no argument. "Strip. Show Saint what a beautiful work of art you are."Drabble/Shortfic Reader request that uhhhhh got away from me oops hehe.
SMUT. PORN. HORNY AF.
A damn good time if I do say so myself =3Series
- Part 8 of Destiny Drabbles
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Emotional vignette: What if Osiris was there with Ana during The Lie mission at the end of Season of the Worthy.
Hurt/No comfort, rough ending. This one might sting a bit, friends.
Fulfilled drabble prompt.Series
- Part 9 of Destiny Drabbles
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Mara Sov sees many things. Mara Sov sees the best things in Sjur Eido.
A snapshot of better times.Series
- Part 10 of Destiny Drabbles
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"What's your name?" Felwinter asked again. "Let me help you. Where are you going?"
"Osiris," the young Lightbearer mumbled, then pointed, up, over Felwinter's shoulder. "There."
To the mountain.A brief origin story of sorts.
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A reader requested drabble prompt response.Series
- Part 11 of Destiny Drabbles
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Direct followup to my fic Strung Tight
If they'd gone seven minutes ago, they'd be back in Felwinter's study by now.
Felwinter insisted they stay at that Light-forsaken party for an entire two hours. He was no happier there, Osiris could tell, but he endured the noise, the crowded space, the attention for one-hundred-and-twenty-minutes with a stiff upper lip and the same stone cold stoicism with which he would endure a prolonged shootout.
Felwinter never seen his student so openly spun up before, so agitated by raw desire. It was all he could do not to simply haul him up off his feet and pin him to the wall or a table right there in front of everyone and put an end to both their suffering right then and there.Drabble/Reader Request.
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- Part 12 of Destiny Drabbles
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"Oh wow," Skorri cooed, grinning to herself. "Are you seeing this, guys?"
Efrideet and Jolder were seeing, and both let out soft coos of adoration, Efrideet saying, "Never seen that before!"
"Who is that guy?" Gheleon only half-joked, eyebrows up.
There, up in his shaded hideaway, Osiris wore the sweetest, dazzling little smile as he spoke to Sagira, his love for the little Light written all over his face. He was practically sparkling with his joy, and in a state of ease that only one among their little quintet had ever seen before.
"No wonder you were watching him so close, Fel," Jolder said softly, in awe.Series
- Part 13 of Destiny Drabbles
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"That..." Osiris groaned, huffing when Felwinter cut him off with another long, lingering kiss.
"Was a treat," Felwinter purred, finishing for him when they finally parted. Osiris smirked.
"Insufficient descriptor," Osiris drawled, peppering Felwinter's face in slow, loving smooches. "But a worthy start to be sure."
"True," Felwinter conceded, grinning dreamily up at Osiris.
"You look pleased," Osiris commented, gazing right back adoringly. "Have we created a monster?" He asked, thoughtful. Felwinter chuffed out a soft laugh.
"Would you like that?" he hummed, giving him a lidded look.
"We're talking about you, my love," Osiris countered sternly. Felwinter rewarded his pluck with a low, melodious laugh.
"Hmm... Perhaps," Felwinter teased. "Only time will tell."Series
- Part 14 of Destiny Drabbles
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Reader Request: a look at how Lord Timur might have coped if he'd been around for Season of the Seraph
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- Part 15 of Destiny Drabbles
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The Light that sustained him, made him, felt like it hadn't quite assembled him correctly. Every synthetic breath, every blink, every shift of leather on synthskin and plating felt just a little wrong. Felt like seeing Andal's ghost phase into rock on accident and jolt, remembering he needed to appear solid if he wanted to keep up the illusion that everything was alright, that everything was normal for them. Between them.
!Spoilers for the Final Shape Campaign, and in particular the Wild Card mission that takes place after!
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- Part 16 of Destiny Drabbles