#Forbidden West fanfic

[bluntblade]

Finally finished @mehoymalloy's marvellous fic, so now I can yell about it

[realmsdelght]

I want to write a Forbidden West fanfic but I need help picking a name for my character. She is a Nora, she is a healer but she can fight, and she fought with Aloy to purge HADES

[angies-writing-blog]

Around your waist, his arm keeps you in place, ensuring his thrusts don’t falter from the rhythm that draws melodic moans from your throat. His weight presses heavily against you, grounding you beneath him. You feel the firm line of his body, every tense muscle, and every raspy breath; each subtle shift sinks deeper into your skin, reminding you exactly who is in complete control.

Teasingly, his sharp claws glide along your sides, their light scratch just intense enough to send shivers down your spine.

His tail, tightly wrapped around your ankle, binds you even further. You can’t move—not that you’d want to—but that grip, firm yet careful, holds you in a way that makes any attempt at resistance seem pointless.

His pace is unwavering and relentless as he buries himself deep inside you, pushing you closer to the edge. And still, those claws, now tracing over your thighs, press in—not quite painful, but enough to keep you balanced between pleasure and a hint of fear.

Slowly, you begin to believe the sweet nothings he whispers into your ear when you grow too quiet or threaten to slip away.

“You feel so tight, taking me so well.”

His growling voice carries you back each time, never letting you voyage too far.

“You were made for me.”

And even as the sensations rise, dizzying and overwhelming, you can’t help but surrender, bound by his body, his thrusts, his whispers—his claim.

[grimadonnagirl]

[Original dialogue from that scene in Mulan (1998)]

[quiche-draws]

Updated "A Spirit's Flight" last week with two new chapters!

Author/Artist Note: I also decided to update Aloy and Beta's outfits for my Wind Weaver fanfic on a more official basis. Aloy's was based off @i-lavabean's design during the AU's early stages of dev (sounds so official 😂). For Beta's, I realized her first design was a bit too similar to Aloy's so I figured I'd change it around, give her look more of an identity and realized she'd look great in a skirt!

For the bottom image, I tried sketching out what they'd look like while they're still in the Sacred Lands (didn't really try to change much from in-game, other than Beta getting Aloy's in-game Nora Huntress outfit). Aloy's Nora look would've been similar to the Nora Sentinel outfit. Story-wise, they're eventually given the top-image's outfits as part of becoming members of the skyship crew :)

PLEASE DO NOT REPOST! REBLOG ONLY!

[horizontwinflames]

Horizon AU: Twin Flames - Gaia's Subfunctions' Avatars (part 1)

Because [spoilers], Elisabet re-classifies the subfunctions as "facets."

In this AU, they developed their own avatars and consciousness, giving them a kind of "God" vibes - hence, they are omniscient, omnipotent, and omnipresent in their respective areas on the Zero Dawn system.

Without Gaia, they also developed new "powers and abilities" (related to their original functions), which can only be unlocked/activated with an Alfa Prime credential.

[the-horizon-lounge3041]

I’ve got news! The Harpy AU is finished, just waiting for the artists to finish their pieces they chose❤️ just felt like wrapping up the writing so it’s done.

[pastel-peach-writes]

Face Paints | Aloy x Reader

╰┈➤ PLOT: With someone who wears intricate face paints such as Aloy, she needs someone to assist her, right?

╰┈➤ WARNINGS: Cursing, Not Proofread

⍣ ೋ Enjoy!⍣ ೋ

"Aloy," you breathed out. Your girlfriend had sat herself in front of a mirror with an absurd amount of paints and dyes scattered around her. She had a big white blob on her face and scribbled on her arms. What she was doing looked messy like an accident or like she used her body as a cloth between brushes.

With a shaky hand and her face even closer to the mirror, she huffed. "It's fine. I'm fine." The redhead used her other hand to stabilize the hand painting her face. Her jaw relaxed and her eyes grew wide in concentration.

You walked over, shaking your head as you saw how much of a mess she made on her skin. "You are anything but. Here." Sat in front of her, you pry the brush out of her hands and grab her paints.

"Hey, I was using that!"

"Yeah. Poorly." You cleaned the small brush with some water and wiped the remains on the cloth. Aloy huffed again, watching as you primed and prepared the brush for a more accurate painting session.

The girl was fine doing the paints herself. She was taught by Rost when she was younger and has done her own since then. She didn't need her partner to do it for her. Although, she did like the thought of being face-to-face with you. Or watching your face of concentration when you did the intricate designs on her arm.

Maybe you painting her wouldn't be all bad.

With the brush properly loaded with paint and water, you smiled up at her. You used the pad of your thumb to wipe away her previous attempts before resting the side of your pinky on her cheek. "It's gonna be cold so I'll need you to be still, okay?"

Aloy deadpanned, though a soft smile peeked through the corners of her mouth. "I know how to be still. This isn't my first face paint."

You shrugged, smiling wider due to her expression. "Oh, I know. I still need to preface you because what I'm going to do is so detailed and refined that it's going to take some time. So," you pressed the brush to the bridge of her nose. "Stay. Still."

Stay still, she did. For the most part, Aloy is pretty behaved. She only breaks the rules, what? Like, two to three times a day? And she only does it because she's trying to help people. Not for the hell of it. Aloy likes to call herself a rebel with a cause.

As you painted her face, Aloy stared into your eyes with her bright green eyes. Through the sparkle in your eye, Aloy could also see how concentrated you were. She didn't understand why you were adamant about doing her face paint. She's capable of doing it on her own and has done more complicated paint on her lonesome.

However, the more she stared and the more you painted, she started to realize this was less about the paint. You wanted to paint her face because you wanted to do an act of service for her.

You didn't care if she'd done her own before or didn't need your help, you wanted to help her. Take something off her shoulders and spend time with her. Plus, who in the hell passes up time to be face-to-face with your partner?

"How's it going?" Aloy's rasped voice spoke in a whisper. A slight smile crept onto your lips as you heard her voice. You were so immersed in the face paints that you forgot to speak and forgot you could speak. Aloy's voice was soft enough to pull you out of deep concentration but was quiet enough to not startle or mess you up.

"Good," you whispered back. You carefully used two fingers to tilt her head to the other side. With the left side of her cheek done, it was time to do the right. In white paint, you painted rectangular scales. The scales mimicked a futuristic dinosaur's as if the machines that ruled the planet wore some silicone skin to protect their wires and inner workings.

If they had skin, Aloy wouldn't be able to override them as easily. Oh well. Sucks for them.

"I'm almost done with this side," you whispered, your words slow as you concentrated on painting your girlfriend's face.

Aloy almost shook her head in protest but remembered that any movement would fuck your painting up. "No," she blurted in a whisper. She reminded herself to take a breath, an embarrassed smile on her lips. "I mean, take your time. I like being here with you."

You pulled away, your brows furrowed in puzzlement. With a head tilt, you removed the brush on her face. "But I thought you had to meet a village woman to help her find her adult son."

Aloy shrugged, her embarrassed smile growing into a smug one as she looked at your knowing face. "If I had enough time to get my face painted, I could spend a little more time staring into my partner's eyes while they paint me. Right?"

Aloy's smirk only grew when the subtle hint of being flustered peaked through your smile.

Twirling the skinny paintbrush in your fingers, you leaned back in your spot, your gaze piqued an interest in the things next to you. "I mean, I guess so," your sentence ended on a particularly high note.

Laughter filled the air. Aloy grabbed your wrists, pulling her closer to you. "Okay, so resume!" she continued to laugh. "Stop being all cute and finish what you started."

"Stop!" You playfully swatted her shoulder. She faked a wince and held the spot you hit.

"Ow!"

"Oh, please. You ate plants stronger than that hit." Aloy eye-rolled as you leaned back to resume her painting.

Aloy was right. Taking your time as you painted her face felt different than rushing to paint her face. You could seriously examine every textured bit of her skin, perfect your lines, and take shameless gawks at how beautiful she was; little freckles on her face, red cheeks from the sun, and baby hairs on the side of her face, right by her ear.

When you were done, you pecked Aloy on her lips. Much to her surprise.

"What...? What was that for?" she asked, her shy smile revealing her teeth. You shrugged. You swished the paintbrush in the cup of water before taking it out to dry off.

You grabbed a damp cloth to wipe your hands. "I don't know. A prize for sitting so well."

The girl scoffed, her arms crossed across her chest in playful defense. "I always sit well."

It was your turn to roll your eyes. You grabbed a shard of glass, its edges carefully protected with twine and decorated with leaves and pieces of gold that were found in rivers. "Aloy, you can barely last when people go on tangents. Here."

Aloy took the makeshift mirror from you, going to scoff again but when she caught a glimpse of her appearance, her jaw dropped. "Wow, I..." Aloy's voice trailed off as she brought a careful hand to her face.

"Careful," you warned as you stood. "It's still wet. It'll dry on your way."

Aloy matched your stance, her attention still on herself in the mirror. You did this in what, ten minutes? And her face has never been as skillfully painted before. Between the rectangular scales, there were dots and sometimes squiggles.

On the bridge of her nose was a thick white line and a circle of paint on the bulbous part of her nose. You also painted a "V" between her brows with two dots, inside and on either side.

"This is amazing." Aloy finally met your gaze, smiles both resting on each other's lips. "Thank you." She engulfed you in a hug, some of her armor and clothes poking at your own but you've gotten used to the feeling.

"You're welcome." You melted into her touch. Your eyes closed as your hands squeezed around her back and waist. "Just be careful when you're out there, okay?" Your whisper lingered on her earlobe as you pulled away to meet her eye.

Aloy gave you a smile. She shimmed her shoulders, playfulness oozing from her. "Oh, please. When am I ever not careful?" You laughed and shoved her shoulders although there was no malicious intent behind your actions.

"Go before I wipe that smirk off your face."

"Oh," Aloy grinned as she gathered her items from the nearby table. "You promise?"

You laughed louder. "Go!"

"Okay, okay. I'm going! Love you!"

With the quick motion of a kiss, Aloy left with her face freshly painted and her heart warm from the brief, yet intimate moment she had with her partner.

WC: 1,464

[wykart]

Against the Lightning

I've finally finished uploading this fic, which I've been writing on and off since around April last year... So glad it's over, and I had to draw something to commemorate it. Thanks to all who have read it and waited (very patiently) for its completion!

[foibles-fables]

❤️ Aloy/Talanah

because yes

scribbled this one on a very quick very unpolished whim. @notadrde, you asked for this one as well!

❤️ first kiss / realization

“Oh,” Talanah breathes when they finally break apart.

Is that a good thing, or a bad thing? Aloy can’t tell. Talanah’s eyes are wide and her pupils are glinted by the sunlight and her lips—her lips are still parted. That’s all her mind can fathom.

“Ah—yeah.” That’s one way to put it. The space between them resounds, echoing the sudden newness of mouth on mouth. Aloy cringes. Glances away. Her hands tremble against Talanah’s waist but don’t withdraw. There must be something else she can say—something that expresses how her heart is knocking hard in her chest, something for her cheeks set aflame—but all she can manage is: “Yeah.”

Somehow the lack of eloquence doesn’t send Talanah on the hunt for an escape. Quite the contrary, she frames Aloy’s face with her hands, urging eye contact. Her gaze is shimmering, high noon cast over rippling water. 

Her smile is—a little bit sad.

She says, “I’m so sorry.”

Aloy’s throat goes weak and sour. Regret. Optimistic assumptions and impulse proven foolish. There it is: the dread, the falling ax, the pale-shadowed urge to tear back and flee. 

And she would, if it wasn’t for Talanah’s thumbs sweeping along her cheekbones, her soft but desperate voice.

“Wait. No.” She reads the silent hurt in Aloy’s eyes and corrects herself, more flustered than Aloy’s ever known her to be. “Please. I meant…I’m sorry I never knew.”

Sunflares dazzle. Time lost. All the ways this could have gone, if. Regret, set in a different framing.

Aloy gets a breath. Feels herself turning towards one of Talanah’s hands. Mouth-corner nudges against the base of her palm as she admits, with the new benefit of self-aware truth, “I wasn’t very good at showing it.”

“Neither was I,” Talanah replies. 

Then she laughs, quietly. Aloy leans in without thinking. It’s the first motion of a bow, a grovel, a nod of long-coming recognition. 

One tiny motion and there’s almost no space between them for daylight.

Forward, forward.

Talanah’s hands slip slow and smooth to the crook of Aloy’s jaw, letting her fingers find her nape.

“I’d like to make up for it,” Talanah murmurs, backbone-throbbing, “if you’ll let me.”

Aloy answers without words, without any need for them.

[emtazer]

Summary: After her experience at the Burning Shores, Aloy has opened herself up to the possibility of a relationship. Why did it take a journey away from him to realize what she wanted all along? Aloy goes to Meridian with hope, but instead finds a threat to the Sundom.  

Rating: E

[bluntblade]

Tag Game: Ten First Lines

Thanks to @foibles-fables for the tag. Let's, err, let's have a go at this.

Rules: share the first lines of ten of your most recent fanfics and tag ten people. If you have written less than ten, don’t be shy and share anyway.

After each line, I’ll note the fandom/ship in parentheses with a link to the fic, in case you’re interested in checking the rest out! Starting from the most recent:

Above Scarif, Thane felt a different kind of weightless than usual, as his squadron followed the reverberations of the Death Star's onslaught. (Star Wars: Lost Stars, Thane Kyrell/Ciena Ree)

Major Blyer Towast of the First Order surveyed the world below him and cursed his fortune, just as he did every morning. (Star Wars: Sequel Trilogy, Rey/Kaydel Ko Connix and FinnRose, but it's mostly action and friendship. Can I say Finn vs Phasma?)

It started with a perfectly innocent and sensible suggestion by Lula, after the Nihil attacked the Republic Fair. (Star Wars: High Republic Adventures, Lula Talisola/Zeen Mrala)

"Ahem." (Horizon, Talanah Khane Padish/Nakoa)

Rey couldn't remember a time when it hadn't been there, in her dreams. (Star Wars: Sequel Trilogy, there is no ship there is only the Force)

The rain was heavy among the Sentinels. (Horizon, Chekkatah/Ikkotah & Kotallo/killing the enemies of Hekaro)

“I know you’re not going to like hearing this,” Varl said. (Horizon series, nonship character study)

He still got looks. (Star Wars: The High Republic, not shippy but Sskeer & Keeve Trennis' bond means the world to me)

“More dangerous than the bounty, you say?” (Star Wars: The High Republic, Ty Yorrick/hunting monsters/getting paid)

One night, traveling up the Cut to seek an audience with CYAN, Aloy and Ikrie found themselves around a campfire with a small Banuk hunting party, swapping tales.  (Horizon series, Aloy/Ikrie)

Tagging: If you're keen, you :D Anyone who wants to do this and share out, feel free to hit me up as your tagger. I’ll keep an eye out.

[horizonzerodawnaesthetic]

NSFW Headcanons for Kotallo

Anon asked: may i request nsfw (if you are comfy with it ) hc’s for Kotallo?

Here you are, under the cut of course! NO minors allowed!

I definitely see him as the more dominant partner in bed, sure he’ll let his partner take the lead if they say they want to, but he will happily take the lead in bed.

Like he has to trust you before he lets you take control/top him, but you better be able to please him, because he’s not afraid to take the reins back and lead you both to your finish.

I can't really go much further without explaining Tenakth culture (or at least, how I perceive it). Much like ancient Sparta, I don't think the Tenakth have many restrictions when it comes to sex. In fact, I believe it's accepted and encouraged among squads and clans to build comradery and relieve stress.

With that being said, I don't think Kotallo has many hangups, and he's hella experienced and knows what he wants. He also knows how to please whoever he's with, no matter what they've got going on.

He's also a pleaser. His main focus is on you, but don't worry, he'll get there along the way. 

A warrior's lifestyle means he has to be ready at a moment's notice. Which means he can get you there in a matter of minutes if need be. 

However, if you asked what he wanted, if he were to get his way, he would take it nice and slow. 

And by slow I mean slooooow, like clear your schedule because it's going to be an all day affair. There's foreplay to the foreplay, and aftercare for the aftercare. He will go for multiple rounds until neither of you can walk. You’re probably going to need the next day off too just to recover.

I certainly see him having an oral fixation. He loves to keep his mouth busy during sex. He’s not much of a talker, so this is how he puts his mouth to use.

I don’t think he’s very vocal, mostly grunting and sweet talking if anything, but he won’t shush you unless he’s worried you’ll attract unwanted attention. And if you’re silent yourself, he may encourage some more noise out of you, but won’t push you past your comfort level. 

Personally I don’t see him having many kinks or fetishes, but I think he’d be open to at least trying pretty much anything.

[angies-writing-blog]

Ao3 Link (´｡• ᵕ •｡`)

With a low rustle, Sun Wukong unveiled the peach nestled within the folds of his robe. As if enveloped in golden dust, its skin shimmered, catching the last rays of sunlight before they disappeared below the clouds. Flawless and irresistibly ripe, it emitted a tantalizingly sweetness that lifted their spirits and beckoned to be eaten.

Lingering on the fruit, her gaze held a curiosity, softly wondering what price heaven might decree for a treasure, so rare.

His steps were slow as he approached, his movements careful and hesitant. Quivering and barely more than a breath, his voice carried the promise that her destiny would bloom in this realm, where she would forever reign as queen by his side.

Expectantly, his long fingers extended the heavenly fruit toward her, and the warmth of his blazing sun pierced through to her heart. Trembling, her fingers brushed against his arm, seeking solace in his touch.

Wukong couldn’t help but notice how fragile she seemed in comparison to him—delicate, like a flower easily shattered by the harshness of the world.

Reverently, she leaned toward the ripe peach, enchanted by its ambrosial scent. The soft down caressed her lips, and, enticed, she finally took a bite.

The Monkey King observed as she closed her eyes, tilting her head back in delight. A small smile curved her lips as the sweetness danced on her tongue.

His gaze could not waver from the way her lashes fluttered or how her cheeks flushed with pleasure. With each bite, her desire deepened, her grip on his arm tightening. Her sighs—oh, her sighs—intoxicated his senses like sweet poison, clouding his thoughts and weaving a haze around his mind.

Suppressing his own selfish desire, he gently withdrew his arm and regarded her. Juice dripping down her chin left a trace of sticky, sweet goodness upon her rosy lips. With his thumb, he caught the precious droplet and brought it back. Her soft, warm lips brushed against his rough skin as she opened her mouth to receive what had nearly been lost. A pleasant shiver ran down his spine, urging Wukong to draw even closer.

Then, turning the peach in his hand to reveal its untouched side, its velvety sheen remained temptingly alluring. With a mischievous smile, he offered it to her once more, knowing she could no longer resist.

Enjoying the last bite of the fruit, she let the sweet juice linger at the corner of her mouth before tenderly licking it away. Wildly, his heart raced, threatening to leap from his chest as every movement captivated his gaze.

Dropping the peach stone, he extended his hand to her, still glistening with the remnants of the fruit. As she leaned down toward him, her lips hovered tantalizingly above his palm, and a warm flush crept over his cheeks. Her breath, warm and soft, tickled his skin as she slightly parted her lips, the tip of her tongue brushing against him. Each delicate caress swept him into a wave of desire, igniting a fire within him that he struggled to suppress. With every touch, every sensation intensifying, he felt himself slipping further from control.

As the sweet juice dwindled, he found himself unable to resist the primal urge surging through his veins. Slightly trembling, his hand glided over her lips, relishing their gentle, silky softness before he gently parted them. Then, with a longing thrust, he slipped his fingers into her warm mouth, eager to feel the enveloping warmth and moisture of her tongue wrapping around him.

The sweet, wet resistance made him shudder, and his control began to crumble. Unconsciously, he pulled her closer, his hand weaving into her hair, claws gripping the back of her head as if he sought to bind her to him even more tightly.  In response, she released a soft, yearning moan, her body beginning to flutter.

His fingers delved deeper, gliding over her tongue, causing his thoughts to blur and spiral, consumed by each overwhelming sensation as his body battled to contain the pleasure flooding through him. The world around them faded away, leaving nothing but the sensation of her lips closing tightly around him and the humid heat enveloping him completely.

[nicofitz]

EASILY my favorite thing from Horizon Forbidden West fanfiction is Seyka calling Aloy 'Sunwing.'

It's extra cute for specifically Seyka to do since all of Aloy's other nicknames are titles based in her accomplishments or her red hair. Especially since we know Aloy doesn't really like being called any of her titles. Instead, 'sunwing' is based in their experiences together.

It kind of shows that Seyka sees her as Aloy first, Savior second. Lending to the idea that they see each other as equals which is super important to me if they're gonna be together.

(also it just feels right.... Aloy is 100% a sunwing ya know... Like when I read it in my head it flows really well)

[thefandomwritersblog]

...Though she had always acknowledged his attractiveness in passing, this encounter left no room for doubt. His physique was beyond impressive, sculpted with precision like a work of art in motion. Every scar on his skin added depth and richness to his already broad form. The soft candle light bathed him in an ethereal glow, accentuating every muscle and contour. Water droplets clung to him like jewels, enhancing the play of light as they cascaded down his glistening body.

@elysiumnightmares you have once again knocked it out of the park.