So lately I’ve been obsessed with bikers … and I can’t help but think of Ghost being a biker… would you ever consider writing about that??
OH. GIRL (gn)
I literally was just talking to @gazs-blue-hat about this.
Biker Ghost is a menace. This man has such an ego about his bike it would be so annoying if it weren't for the fact he looks so incredibly attractive. He works on the bike often, looks devastatingly handsome even with grease smeared across his knuckles and face. He's so incredibly proud of that bike and loves to show it off. When he retires his one true passion is taking the bike for long drives with you.
He keeps the skull aesthetic even on the bike, his helmet has personally done skull marks on it and he has skeletal biking gloves. In the summer he wears only a t-shirt, a little too tight where it clings to his massive biceps. The ink on his left arm swirls up and disappears beneath the black fabric, thighs bulging through his jeans. With his leather jacket on when it's cold he looks even bigger than he usually does- dressed entirely in black, visor dark and he revs the engine to be loud on purpose.
He'll come to pick you up from work just to show off, and you roll your eyes but how can you be mad when he looks like that? With his helmet on, visor up so you can feel his stare across the parking lot, arms crossed so his muscles bulge, leaning against the bike like he's a fucking guard dog.
Yet when you trot up like a schoolgirl with a crush he's disgustingly gentle with you. Takes your bag and stows it in the seat, gets your jacket and zips you up himself, and when you stand on your tiptoes to place a smooch on his helmet his hands hover at your waist as he gives a low, appreciative hum. He makes sure to kiss you too before he flips the visor or your own helmet shut. His voice is a low, deep rumble where you sometimes struggle to make out the words, but the warmth of it bleeds through all the same.
He knows to be extra careful with you as his backpack, double checks your gear and hauls you flush to his back. Your arms barely wrap around the trunk of his torso, and when they slip he waits until a traffic light to drag you closer, one hand stroking your knuckles as the other squeezes your thigh in appreciation. You're his beloved passenger, he's going to take extra special care of you even as the engine revs and the wind swallows you both.
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October 6: Corn Maze
Just a note that Harry's ace in this one (I'm working through a lot with my sexuality atm). There are lots of different ways of being ace, lots of different experiences, and I'm not trying to imply this is everyone's experience (but it is mine, so) just wanted to offer a sensitivity warning.
Harry wasn't overly fond of mazes. Not since fourth year, in particular, but also not since everything in his life seemed to be misdirection.
Lately, he'd been feeling like there'd been one too many turns, one too many dead ends, one too many miss-steps; at some point, it felt like he ought to have been due a break.
Still, he found himself with his friends and his godchildren at a literal corn maze; a race to get to the center. And Harry couldn't really have cared less about winning.
He turned down another way, heard a child a few rows over shriek with delight as they ran past, corn rustling, and wished in the very depth of his bones that he could feel simple joy like that, wondered if he ever would. Realizing it was another dead end, he sighed and started to turn back.
"I was hoping I'd find you," spoken softly, just behind him.
"Circe, Draco," he breathed, "you startled me."
Draco was standing there, wearing an over-sized maroon jumper that covered his fingers, blonde hair slipping out of its braid leaving strands framing his face. And Harry ached with how he loved him, ached with the ways he didn't (couldn't).
"Why were you hoping to find me?"
He tucked a strand of fine blond hair behind his ear as he stepped into his space, "So I could do this," he whispered, leaning in and kissing him sweetly.
And, oh, Harry loved kissing. He loved his friends, loved Draco in particular. He loved being able to touch him, loved holding his hand and carding his fingers through his hair. Kissing him at the pub a few nights ago, he hadn't meant to, it had- "Draco, wait-"
"Oh," he said, taking a step back, "I'm sorry. I didn't mean to overstep, after Monday, I thought-"
"Wait," he said, reaching out to take the other man's hand, holding it, "listen. I-" he broke off, shook his head, exhaled. How had his life become this? "I don't want to mislead you."
"Right," he said taking a step back, shaking his head. "You're not interested. You were drinking, we were drinking. It's fine, let's forget about it."
"I'm ace," he blurted, not knowing how else to say it, not knowing how to tell Draco it wasn't about him, it was entirely about Harry. "And I love you, Draco. You are one of my best friends. If you asked me tomorrow if I wanted to spend the rest of my life with you, I'd say yes. I love you with my whole heart."
Draco sat down on the ground, staring up at Harry. "I'm-" he shook his head, "I am so confused."
Harry collapsed next to him, wrapped his arms around his knees. "I'm asexual-" he started again.
"No, I heard that," he said, "and I heard you tell me that you love me, that you'd spend the rest of your life with me-"
"I would, Draco," he said earnestly.
"But you don't want to kiss me?" he asked, brow furrowing.
He shook his head, "It's not that I don't want to kiss you." He scrubbed his nails through the short hair at the base of his neck before ruffling the curls at the top of his head. "It's that I love you so much but I'll never be in love with you. Not the way you-" he broke off, choking on the words, "not the way you deserve. I would kiss you, I'd cuddle with you; hell, I'd have sex with you and I would probably like it. But I'd like it because I love you, not because I care about the sex," he rambled, seemingly unable to stop himself now that he started, a freight train rolling down a hill unable to brake, "but I'm not opposed, I just won't think about it. And I won't-"
"Harry," he said, reaching out and putting his hands on both of Harry's shoulders, "hey. Woah. Slow down, take a breath," he said softly. "Can I hold your hands?" he asked, moving a bit to sit in front of him.
Harry nodded, feeling teary, reaching out and taking the other man's hands in his.
"I hope you know that I would never ask you to do something you're uncomfortable with," he started. "You're so important to me, I'd never ask you to have sex if it wasn't something you wanted-"
"It's not about the sex." He shook his head, "I like orgasms, I'm not sex-repulsed; it's probably why it took me so long to realize that I'm ace in the first place."
Draco squeezed his hands, "Thank you for telling me, for trusting me. But Harry, I can't understand what you meant by misleading me?"
"I don't," he shook his head, "I don't experience attraction the way that most people do, the way that you do. Sex isn't going to be the thing I think about. The way I love you," he shook his head, "I love you so much Draco but it's not the same as how you love me-"
"Does it have to be?" Draco asked. "Harry, you're everything to me," he breathed. "I love you too, I love you so much. And I'm in love with you. Does it have to be the same?"
Harry shook his head, "I don't know," he whispered. "I haven't the foggiest idea," he confessed. "It's never been enough in the past."
"What do you mean?"
"Before I understood my sexuality," he said. "I loved people before and I thought they loved me," he swallowed, "but I haven't been enough, haven't been right-"
"You're enough for me," Draco said, cupping Harry's cheek. "You're right for me. There's nothing wrong with you," he said gently. "I'm sorry that other people have made you feel like there is."
"Oh," he said faintly, equally wanting to brush him off and wanting Draco to give him more gentle reassurances.
"You don't have to believe me right away," Draco said. "I'm not going anywhere. I'm really rather gone on you," he chuckled self consciously.
He leaned forward, pressing his forehead into Draco's neck, "What if you change your mind?"
"I hear your concern," Draco said, hands soothing over Harry's back, "but what if I don't?"
Harry laughed softly, terrified of even letting himself imagine that as a possibility.
"What if you just let me love you? What if we just," he shrugged, jostling Harry's head, "let ourselves be happy?" he said like a question.
"I'm afraid," Harry confessed.
Draco nodded, wrapping him tighter in his arms, "me too. Terrified that you'll realize that I'm not worthy of your love. So afraid you'll wake up and realize that you don't actually love me."
"Draco," he said softly, pulling back to look at him, "that's not going to happen."
"I'm willing to try to trust you about that, if you're willing to try to trust me," he said with a shrug. "I really want this," he said, gesturing between the two of them, "I promise to be good to you," he added, voice soft and pleading.
"Draco," he whispered again, wanting, wanting, wanting. "Yes."
"Yeah?" he asked, grinning brightly at him.
He nodded, "yeah. Yes, if you're sure."
"Harry, there is nothing not to be sure about. I love you. You love me. We'll figure the rest out."
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written for the @flufftober prompt "Corn Maze"
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Do the Minizai's and Dazai's No Longer Human nullify each other?
Might be funny, Chuuya would make Dazai levitate when he's annoying him
I'm not arguing with the funny part (actually Chuuya might be able to pull something like that even with NLH there, depending on how Dazai's ability actually interacts with it), but if they nullified each other they would no longer be nullifying each other. We would have a paradox on our hands. That would mean a singularity... or maybe nothing happens.
Singularities are rare. Most of the time, one ability will win over the other. Sometimes, nothing will happen. Hirotsu's Falling Camellia, to push back anything he touches, can beat Chuuya and Verlaine's abilities. It's not a singularity.
Not all singularities are earth-shattering. Oda and Gide's let them have an entire conversation in a fraction of a second. According to BEAST, Akutgawa and Atsushi's black claws combo is a singularity.
Dazai is living his life every day seemingly free of singularities, unafraid of contact with his own skin. Even if touching another nullifier would indeed create a paradox, my tinies are fantastical little creatures that are a sort of extension of the big ones, so my answer is a big "nothing different happens"
Now, on another note, to keep things fun we also have these:
It's still very possible for Dazai's ability to create a singularity, like anyone else, provided it's put in the right context. With BEAST, it's that their world exists inside of an ability (paradox); in Dead Apple, the abilities were separated from their hosts, so the conditions were special.
For my part, unless I have a plot point centred around said potential singularity, I'm not gonna touch those. Everyone else, go wild. I'm not even sure I've ever read a fanfic that was playing with singularities, that's a still brand new sandbox to play in. And singularities have been a known thing since Dark Era!
Everyone go come up a singularity right now. We have time to make up for.
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