#gavin/fl

[dominimoonbeam]

The Truth in Your Skin - 11

The tattoo shop au continues!!! Find it from the start on ao3. <3

David/Darlin, Asher/Huxley, Milo/Sweetheart, Gavin/FL

tags: misunderstanding, idiots in love, friends to more, fluff

The Truth in Your Skin - 11

“So…” Asher started, leaning against the doorframe of David’s bedroom and watching the other guy get ready. “We’re picking up Darlin and getting something to eat before the game…”

David hummed something in the way of an affirmative, changing his pants from the ones he wore to work to another pair.

“I probably should have asked before I invited myself along,” Asher said, dragging his hair up into a messy tie. “But is this a date?”

David buttoned up his jeans. “What?” he asked in that obtuse way, like he didn’t understand what Asher was talking about.

“I can get a ride from Sweetheart and Milo instead,” Asher offered.

David snorted, grabbing a black t-shirt and dragging it on. “And be their third wheel?”

Asher grinned. “They love a third wheel.”

“Hn. Are you and Huxley exclusive?”

Asher froze, mind whirring in his head. They hadn’t talked about that. They were dating. They were definitely a thing and it was more than sex. “Hey! Don’t try to distract me! We were talking about you and Darlin.”

David frowned in a way that was dangerously close to pouting. He sat on the foot of his bed and pulled his boots on.

“So, is this a date or a friend thing tonight?”

“Why do you care so much?”

“Because you’re my best friend and I like Darlin. You two obviously have a thing going on.”

“I don’t know what you’re talking about,” David mumbled but he was fighting a smirk.

Asher grinned. David had never been like this, not with any of his exes. Usually, they came onto him and he rolled with it for a while. He’d done a few long term relationships but they never got to the moving-in stage. And he never smirked like that… “Do you want help?”

David looked up at him, confused before huffing a laugh and getting up. “What? You’re going to play cupid?”

Asher followed him down the hall toward the front door when he pushed past. “I am great at playing cupid!”

“No, you are pretty good at being a wingman, but this isn’t that,” David clarified, pulling on his jacket and checking for his keys and his phone. And then he looked at Asher and rolled his eyes, grabbing one of Asher’s jackets out of the closet and tossing it at him.

“I can definitely help you two hook up,” Asher said and then laughed. “Okay, that sounds more hands on than I meant it to… I mean, I’m pretty sure you know how to hook up once you get past the initial stages.”

David glared at him. “Where is this coming from? When have I ever needed help with this shit?”

Asher shrugged his jacket on. “Seriously? You’ve never asked anyone out before.”

“What?” David’s face pinched. He really didn’t realize it.

“I’m just offering to help—”

“I’m not looking to hook up, so thank you but no thank you,” David said, leading the way out of the apartment and then locking it up behind Asher. “I don’t need help.”

Asher shrugged, taking the stairs with David on his heels. “But you are… more than friends?”

“Shut up,” David growled.

“Okay, not yet more than friends, but that’s where you’re going…”

“Ash. Seriously. I’ll leave you at home if you don’t stop.”

Asher laughed. “You can’t leave me! I have the tickets!”

-

Darlin got dinner before the game with David and Asher. The diner was close to the stadium and packed, most of the crowd leaving around the same time to walk over to the game.

Milo and Sweetheart had come with Gavin and FL. They all melded into the mass that formed the worst idea of a line ever, funneling toward the entrance behind Asher.

More than once Darlin was jostled into David’s side. They mumbled sorry but all the other voices probably drowned them out. When the crowd grew dense and Darlin started to fall behind, David snaked an arm back to catch their jacket and pull them forward until they were right in front of him, back to his chest every time the crowd squeezed around them. And his hand stayed on their upper arm until they were past the ticket booth and into the big halls around the rink.

Gavin immediately peeled off with FL and Asher to get snacks.

“Do you want anything?” David asked. He practically had to yell but at least they could hear him now.

Darlin wrinkled their nose and shook their head, hands in their pockets.

Milo leaned around their side, one arm slung over Sweetheart’s shoulders like they didn’t want to risk losing them. “Drinks,” he shouted and then led the way.

Darlin and David followed.

“David?” someone called over the noise, coming up to them from the side. Darlin had never seen them before but from the ink peeking up from the back of their neck, they assumed it was a client—until the stranger jumped up to throw their arms around David.

He caught them with one hand. They were delicate and beautiful, and looked even smaller pressed against him. He huffed when they let go.

“Oh my gosh, it’s been so long since I’ve seen you!” the beautiful stranger beamed up at him.

Starry-eyed, Darlin thought. That was how to describe the way this person was looking at him.

David nodded and the two made small talk. They clearly knew each other. Darlin tried not to eavesdrop, looking away, but it was impossible not to hear the exchange. They were exes. This was David’s ex. Darlin wasn’t sure what that pang in their chest was about. He’d never talked about them, but of course there he had exes. And they were so beautiful…

Milo looked back and Darlin saw the flicker of surprise and then the souring of his expression before he schooled his features. And then his gaze went to Darlin, like he was checked on them. Why? It wasn’t like it was any of their business.

The ex rejoined their friends just as they were getting close to the front of the line.

When they finally got to their seats, the players were doing warm-ups on the ice.

Asher nearly dropped his nachos in excitement when he saw Huxley out there.

Darlin wasn’t exactly sure how he’d picked Hux out of what seemed to be similarly built men in a ton of padding and helmets, but he was right.

Darlin ended up sitting between David and Milo with Sweetheart on Milo’s other side and Asher, Gavin, and FL in front of them.

It was great. The game was amazing and the crowd was so loud. They were glad they’d worn their hoodie under their jacket because the rink was predictably frigid.

At intermission, Gavin and FL went to find the bathroom while Milo and Sweetheart went to get more drinks. Asher made his way down to the boards where Huxley skated over to meet him, the two smiling at each other through the glass like goofs before Huxley had to go.

“I bet he’ll be wearing one of Huxley’s jerseys to the next game,” Darlin said, tipping their head to the side and shouting over the echo of all the voices in the rink and the hum of music on the speakers.

David finished his beer. “Bet he’ll be wearing one by sunrise.”

Darlin laughed.

“So, do you want to go to the next one?”

“What?” Darlin turned their head to look up at him. He was close. Really close. They’d been sitting shoulder to shoulder the whole game but that hadn’t seemed that close when everyone was packed in around them.

“The next game. Asher’s talking about trying to go to as many as possible this season, to show support for Hux… The next one isn’t far, a couple hour drive. Do you want to go?”

Darlin nodded even while their brain felt like it was processing. Was he asking them out? No. No, he was asking if they wanted to come along. It was a friend thing. Obviously. “Yeah.” They smiled and it wasn’t hard, even with the slight embarrassment at where their thoughts had strayed. They wanted to go. It felt good to have friends again.

Sweetheart and Milo came back, both of them balancing more drinks than their hands could reasonably carry, and loudly arguing about a historic event no one else had ever heard about. They passed out drinks and put them in cupholders, never missing a beat.

When Gavin and FL came back, Gavin had forgotten to zip his pants and FL had Gavin’s lipstick smeared along their neck.

Asher didn’t come back up until the players were back on the ice and everyone was being herded back to their seats.

When he sat down, Darlin mussed his hair from behind and he tossed back that goofy smile.

-

David had reminded Asher about four times to give him a call if he couldn’t find Hux or he didn’t get a ride back with him and that they were going to a club nearby so he could find them there if he needed to. Asher had laughed and called him a mother hen.

David pretended to be annoyed.

They had routines.

He walked over to the club with Darlin, trailing the rest of their group. “Okay, I’m thinking,” he said, turning his head and tipping it down to aim his voice at them. They nodded, already smiling. They were gorgeous. There was something in the way they moved, in their eyes, and the tattoos up the side of their neck toward their jaw. It was hard not to stare at them during the game—hard to keep his gaze on the ice when they were so close—but it had been a thrill to sit there with them and see them jump up from their seat to cheer or boo. It was like the version of them that had walked into his shop months ago had been a ghost and this was the living, grinning, truth. “We go to the club and wait until Ash texts me that he’s left with Hux,” he said, not the least bit ashamed of his mother hen status. He wasn’t leaving his best friend stranded if something went wrong.

Darlin nodded along. “Okay. And then?”

“And then we bail.”

Darlin grinned up at him, bumping into his side. “What about them?” they asked, thumbing toward the other two couples.

David tsked. “Gavin is going to be trying to put together an orgy the second he gets through those doors. Milo and Sweetheart are likely to either join, take to dancing until the place closes, or just slip away to a back room.”

Darlin laughed. “And what if I want to join the orgy?” they asked.

He coughed, somehow inhaling wrong.

Darlin patted him on the back as they neared the entrance to the club. “I like your plan! Grab me when you’re ready to bail!” they yelled over the music just before they crossed from the street into the building, into dark walls and colorful distant lights. The floor pulsed underfoot.

David smiled when Milo caught Darlin’s hand, lifting it and leading them out to the dancefloor with the rest of them, like it was obviously going to happen—like they had done it a thousand times—Sweetheart leading him and him leading Darlin.

David let Gavin grab his arm and push him toward the bar. He was literally using David like a snowplow to get to the liquor but it wasn’t the first time so he wasn’t exactly surprised. When he reached the bar he leaned against it, pivoting to the side to let Gavin in next to him. The smaller man grinned, bumping against him and practically leaning over the bar to wave down one of the bartenders.

“You look happy!” Gavin shouted over the music, leaning against his chest to launch his words toward his ear.

David shrugged. He felt good. He turned his head toward the dance floor to watch the rest of their group—to watch Darlin.

When Gavin finally got the bartender he paused mid order to toss a look up to David. “You drinking?”

David shook his head. He was done for tonight.

“Is Darlin?”

It only took David a split second to nod. Better to get them something to hold and sip at if they wanted than not. He had seen them leave plenty of drinks unfinished, so he knew they wouldn’t feel obligated just because someone put it in their hand. And they weren’t driving, so even if they wanted to throw back shots, it was fine. He could always carry them to the truck.

He didn’t hate that idea.

He helped Gavin carry drinks to a tall table Sweetheart had already staked out for their jackets. Their group came and went from the table in waves, taking drinks and hanging out before being pulled out to the dancefloor by each other. It didn’t take long before his phone buzzed in his pocket. Asher had sent a picture, a selfie of himself and Huxley in the parking lot behind the arena, both grinning.

-have a fun night!!! don’t wait up!

David smiled because Ash couldn’t see it and texted back.

-I’m locking the door. Don’t bother coming back before noon.

He looked up and picked Darlin out of the crowd immediately, like he always knew where they were. They’d left their jacket and hoodie with everyone else’s, down to ripped jeans, band shirt, and all those tattoos. He felt like he could watch them all night, loath to start his own plan of escaping the club. Just another minute…

“David!” He raised an eyebrow and looked back, and then down.

The familiar face beamed up at him for the second time that night, red cheeked and glassy eyed from too many drinks. They never had been good at holding their liquor, or knowing when to quit. “I knew that was you even from behind!” They shouted, bouncing up and throwing their arms around his neck.

He put a hand to their back, still surprised to see his ex again, although maybe he shouldn’t have been. It seemed like everyone in the club had been at the game. “Yeah.” They never ran into each other. It hadn’t been a bad breakup. It just hadn’t working. And he honestly hadn’t thought about them since.

They kept their arms around him when they dropped back down to their heels, smiling up at him. “You never wanted to come to clubs!”

He nodded. “Yeah.” They were really drunk. He could feel the teetery sway through their arms still around his neck, they were using him to keep themself upright.

“It’s been so long. I was just going home but do you…do you want to come home with me?” They pressed against his chest again, blinking up at him like they were either attempting to seduce or just trying to focus their vision. “We can catch up.”

“No, thanks. But you get home safe.”

They pouted, leaning back a fraction. “You sure?” They smiled, digging around in their jacket pockets. “I can give you a ride to your place!”

David frowned when they pulled out their car keys while stumbling to the side at the same time. He caught their waist and steadied them. “Come on,” he grumbled, pulling them up against his side and walking them toward the exit, snagging their keys out of their other hand on the way.

-

Darlin watched a beautiful, delicate creature hug David. The ex from the arena. They were talking but Darlin couldn’t really see David’s face, just that other person, smiling and then pouting playfully.

Something in Darlin’s chest hurt again and they weren’t sure why. Or maybe they just didn’t want to know why.

When he threw his arm around his ex and left with them, Darlin knew they’d been an idiot.

They’d convinced themself they weren’t hoping for anything—that they weren’t crushing on David Shaw and holding out hope that this was more than just friends hanging out. He was amazing and they were more than happy for that friendship, for the normalcy and safety they’d found with him, Asher, Sweetheart, and Milo. It was more than enough.

They gravitated back to the table, Milo and Sweetheart on their heels. Sweetheart picked up their beer and frowned, remembering it was empty, it seemed. Milo offered to get more and took off toward the bar.

Darlin grabbed their hoodie and jacket.

Sweetheart raised an eyebrow. “Are you going outside?”

“Yeah. Too hot!” they shouted over the music.

Sweetheart grinned. “Yeah you are…”

Darlin laughed. “I’ll see you tomorrow!” They wove their way to the exit and out, feeling more than a little stupid for crushing on David.

The cold air hit them hard and they pulled their hoodie on, starting down the sidewalk away from the club, pulling their jacket on too.

Embarrassment and liquor helped warm their cheeks against the night. What had they been thinking? They hadn’t really. They’d been trying so hard not to actually think about liking David, about how it had felt to wake up in his bed, about how much they liked when he gently put hands on them to guide them through crowds, about the way his smirks and their inside jokes made them feel important. It had worked until it didn’t, and now they had to realize what an idiot they’d been and just hope no one else had noticed them mooning over him.

They shoved their hands into their pockets and pushed their chin down.

“Darlin!”

They jumped and stopped, almost slipping on the ice. They turned back to blink at him jogging after them, his breath forming clouds in the crisp air. They felt like their brain was doing a reboot and decided they’d have one too many drinks tonight.

He huffed, brow creased the way it did when he was annoyed. “What the hell?”

Darlin stared at him, now standing right in front of them, waiting for an answer. “I…Thought you left with someone.”

The crease deepened. “What? I came with you.” Another step closer, right in their space, and yet there was nothing threatening about it. “They were drunk, so I put them in a cab and sent them home.”

Darlin felt heat spreading to their face again. At least it was too cold out to show. They nodded slowly. “Oh. Okay. But… You know, if you wanted to…” Fuck. What were they even trying to say now? “I mean, you don’t have to hang out with me just because you drove me…”

The brow crease was now accompanied by the almost pouty-lipped frown. He touched their arm. They were standing so close. “I came with you,” he said again, like they hadn’t heard or hadn’t understood.

They couldn’t be understanding him because it sounded like he meant this was more than friends hanging out, and as much as they craved that, as excited as they felt at the idea, it just couldn’t be what he meant. They looked nothing like his ex, and while that sort of thing wouldn’t have given Darlin pause years ago, it did now.

The worried crease in his brow smoothed out and his hand dropped from their arm. “Unless… I mean, I guess I assumed this was…” David started and stopped, floundering, color rising on his cheeks. Was he blushing? “If you just want to be friends, that’s okay. More than okay. I like being your friend and I definitely don’t want to fuck that up.”

Darlin stared back at him. “Really?”

David raised his eyebrow. “Do I really not want to mess up us being friends?”

Darlin exhaled a thin laugh. “No, the other part. The… more than friends part.”

David’s lips pressed like he was fighting a smirk. “Yeah.”

“Was this a date?” They were smiling now, uncontrollable.

“Sort of?”

Darlin laughed, touching his arm to steady themself. He held onto them in return and waited, smiling. “Dude… If I had known we were on a date, I would have been so pissed about you leaving with someone else!”

“I didn’t leave with someone else,” he corrected. “I was just—”

“I know that now! But I didn’t know that ten minutes ago.”

He pulled them in closer, until his arm was around their back and their hip pressed to his. “Well, next time just assume that I’m not? I wouldn’t leave with someone else.”

Darlin was definitely blushing now, looking up at him with so little space between their faces. “So, dating?”

He nodded slowly. “If you want to.”

Darlin nodded.

David smiled and dipped his head that inch left between them, but didn’t completely close the gap. It was an offer, Darlin realized with a rush.

They leaned up and kissed him, his lip ring cold against their scar, but warming fast.

[cute-brainz]

sighs

[dannydoesthisthing27]

Lasko and Dear (and Gavin/FL) spicy headcanons (masc dear they/them pronouns)

Lasko has three favorite scenes when it comes to him and Dear

The first is when they get him on his knees. He loves when their fingers are in his hair pulling and pushing him where they want

The second is when they lay across his back and wrap their arms around his waist, one slipping a little lower to get him slick with his own pre and their spit. Lasko loves the feeling of control they have over that situation, and he knows how much they love teasing him from behind. They'll press into him all the way and pause until he's squirming and starting to whine, and then they'll go slow as possible to draw it out

The third is the rare occasions he's in control. Usually its a more gentle scene focused on their pleasure, but sometimes he's able to give a little more intense performance when they want it. It starts slow, him just barely pushing their legs apart, hands gripping their thighs. If they're both in the mood, he will tease them with his hands and mouth for as long as he wants. When it's Lasko in control Dear will melt into the pleasure so easily. Their expression blissed out, and hair a mess as they look up at their man, who is equally blissed out.

Lasko loves being tied up under the right circumstances. He especially loves a bondage/blindfold duo because he can only tell where his Dear is based on their aura/physical proximity

Dear has hooked up with demons before and bumped into Gavin one time at a demon feeding club in McKinley, but neither of them realized it was the other until about six months after Dear was introduced to the crew

When Gavin and Lasko met at that 7/11 Lasko was so anxious he actually had a panic attack trying to explain why he was there. Gavin at the time wasn't the best at softer interactions in the bedroom (even if it was what he preferred) but he made the effort for the breathless air elemental who clearly needed a second to unwind

What ended up happening was Lasko brought Gav to his apartment (which st the time was still close to that particular 7/11) and Gavin spent an hour and a half breaking Lasko down to the most mind melted state he's ever been in. Gavin had to go afterwards but came back shortly after wanting to check in on him, only to find Lasko already recovered (short refractory period king) and was jerking himself off in bed

Gavin was caught off guard but very eagerly crawled back up the bed to settle in between his legs and forced Lasko to keep going while he watched (which was what resulted in the stains FL teased him about)

When Dear was told the story, they were thoroughly impressed by Gavins abilities (as recounted by Lasko) and at one of the crew get togethers they told him as much

Dear isn't easily embarrassed when it comes to sex, however the second Lasko starts praising them, they start squirming. Not because they don't believe him but because they're still trying to convince themselves it's ok for them to believe him

They and Gav have casual conversations about sex (they talk about it the same way some people talk about their favorite movie)

Gavin and FL (in my mind) are an open relationship. As a result of that Gavin has several charges outside of the relationship (for pick me ups and such) and he has left the offer open to Lasko and Dear if they wanted

Lasko gets so turned on when Dear wears suits its ridiculous. He's blushing, stumbling over his words, trying not to stare, failing, and dropping his head on their shoulder with a whine as they grab his hips to pull him in

Gavins favorite position is against a wall (taking or giving) (he loves being pressed against the wall while FL drills him into oblivion)

Dear loves jerking themselves off while making Lasko watch because he gets real needy real fast when he's not allowed to touch himself or them

Dear will also occasionally make Lasko sit under their desk and they'll fuck his throat slowly while grading papers (they always double check the grades after)

[ryukawa29]

i like u [mizisuas your fem FL/gavin]

[capitalisticveins]

I like to think Freelancer and Gavin are perfect parallels in terms of their speed. Let me explain‼️

Personally I see Freelancer as a person that does everything fast. They talk fast and accidentally stumble over their words constantly, they walk fast and leave people behind by accident, they think fast and often come to the wrong conclusion, they write fast and their handwriting is less than ideal, everything is speedy in their world.

Except for Gavin

He moves ever so slowly to make people wait for him, he talks slow, almost to tease the person he conversing with, he takes the time to sit and think about almost everything to make sure he understands, even if it takes a while, and it takes him a while to write stuff off the top of his head because he takes the time to actually think about what he’s writing, and how it’ll look. He’s the type to stop and smell the roses, to just sit and take everything in.

And they balance each other perfectly ❤️

Gavin always chuckles when FL starts over their sentence because they stumbled over their words, but he always waits for them to finish to put in his two cents.

Freelancer always compliments Gavin’s handwriting when he copies down the notes from their notebook because he couldn’t write them down fast enough.

Gavin showing Freelancer a flower he saw that reminded him of them, and they both find it absolutely beautiful.

These two are so stupid and in love it HURTS ME DUDE😭😭😭

[chimckenns]

Grief is inevitable. In the many years and lifetimes that Gavin has lived through, he knew that fact through and through.

The love of his life, his Freelancer, had passed with a soft content smile in his arms. Seventy years had passed since he first met them.

He saw their youth and was with them every step as they aged - they always looked beautiful no matter what. He tried to reflect that in his own appearance too, after catching the way that their eyes would flicker in pain whenever they caught their reflection in the mirror next to his. He loved aging together with them, even if his own evidence of the passing of time on his face was artificial. He revelled in the way their smile lines were so deep with every passing year, and his heart was filled with warmth at the realisation that he caused it. He’d rarely seen them without a smile, after all.

They knew their end was nearing, and asked for him to stay with them, lying in bed in their home. He gently wrapped them in his arms and listened to the slow, weak beating of their heart. Even now, they had a smile on their face. They reached a shaking hand up to his face, and caressed it. A single tear fell from their eye.

“I didn’t know love until I met you.” They whispered. Gavin felt like he couldn’t breathe.

Their eyes sparkled with love until their last breath.

He thought he knew grief after the inversion. But this was different. It consumed him - his mind, his body, his every thought and breath. It felt wrong not to have the warmth of their body pressed to him. It felt wrong to have his core so empty, dull without the taste of love radiating from them. He looked at his aged face in the mirror and couldn’t recognise himself. Who was he without his Freelancer? How did he live before he met them?

Months and years passed. He wandered around aimlessly, feeding the bare minimum amount needed to survive, although he didn’t really know if there was a point anymore. He had altered his appearance back to what it was before he met Freelancer, hoping it would help him move on.

He was stupid to think he ever could. He doesn’t want to.

He wandered into the nearby 7-11 and went through the motions. He only feeds once every month or two now. The lonely man he chose as his “meal” was now sucking him off - it was quite a poor effort, but Gavin couldn’t care any less.

The doors opened, setting off that annoying jingle that played throughout the store. The person walked in, slowly browsing through each aisle before picking up a cup and filling it with a slurpee.

Gavin’s head snapped up when he heard the sound of a cup dropping. Shit. He thought he’d cloaked them. He must’ve gotten rusty.

Then, he saw them.

The same eyes. The same energy pulsing through their core. They looked a little different - different eye colour, younger, and their features rounder than before, but Gavin was sure.

It was them.

His Freelancer.

The moment they locked eyes, theirs wide in shock and cheeks reddening in embarrassment, he tasted it. Gods. That sweet warmth of their desire.

And of course they’d ask for directions in the midst of this awkward situation.

Gavin couldn’t help but cry.

In that moment he realised,

Love was eternal.

He found his way back into their heart quite easily, for he knew every part of them intimately, both inside and out. Although their physical body had changed a little, he revelled in being able to explore this new side of them, relearning their sensitive areas. He was beyond pleased to feel their affection for him exceed lust - of course it did. This was his Freelancer, after all. The same kindhearted, loving Freelancer.

He could feel their core, a little fearful but determined and pure with affection, reaching out to him. They confessed that they loved him, and were awaiting his answer with shaking hands and the nervous pounding of their heart. Their eyes teared up, overwhelmed by the excitement of the prospect that he might love them back, but also the fear that he might reject them.

Oh, Freelancer.

He immediately took them in his embrace and kissed them, deep. He felt whole again. He felt alive. He tasted their love, now unrestrained, and melted at how sweet and familiar it was. He was home again. They smiled through their happy tears and whispered;

“I didn’t know love until I met you.”

Their eyes sparkled.

Love is eternal.

[tiredandkindaoverworked]

HC that Freelancer!Sam had no idea how to get to DAMN.

HC that Freelancer!Sam ended up meeting a daemon who recognized his magical signature and gave him instructions on how to get to DAMN.

HC that the daemon gave him tips on magic, how to control his breathing, tips on better focus.

HC that Freelancer!Sam saw the daemon as a mentor.

HC that the daemon stuck around for the first year, but eventually disappeared afterwards, leaving Freelancer!Sam a little confused about what he did and kind of worried.

HC that Freelancer!Sam never really forgot about the Daemon that helped set him on the path that he’s on now.

HC that Freelancer!Sam decides that healing will be his path, reflecting on the warmth he received from the first empowered being he ran into.

HC that 22 years after that fateful meeting, Samuel Collins, healer of the Solaire Clan, catches a daemon lurking on his clan’s territory.

HC that when he sees their face, he stops, looking like the wind was knocked out of him.

HC that even though their form is changed from how he’d initially met them, his core couldn’t lie about the connection they once shared.

HC that their face is stricken with pain. They don’t seem to be able to form words until two sentences finally fall from their lips.

“Your eyes should be brown.”

and even worse

“You should be older.”

BONUS:

HC that somehow, still in every universe, a Freelancer finds a d(a)emon that helps them find DAMN and cares for them.

[stars4krios]

Ok see you in another 7 months Redacted Tumblr

[righteous-r0de0]

David and Angel’s House

angel and david have a very nice house in the suburbs, a couple blocks away from asher and baabe. we know they have a pool/hot tub in the backyard. david has a little work bench craft table moment in the garage. i posted a long long time ago that david very much invents and builds things for angel to make their life easier. it’s 2 bed/2 bath

clean girl aesthetic. david loves neutral, earthy tones. almost sad beige mom core but not quite. there’s soul in every room in this house. davey wouldn’t pick the plants for himself, but angel loves them so he puts up with them (he takes care of them like they’re his children)

they have lofted ceilings like sam and darlin’s house, and they definitely have an indoor balcony (asher has jumped off of it onto the couch)(david wasn’t home). the staircase is behind the couch, facing the fireplace and tv on the mantle.

the guest bathroom (downstairs, first pic) is one of angel’s few responsibilities around the house. they make sure there’s always a candle burning or wax melter going when guests are over. the upstairs bathroom is an en suite that david takes very good care of (i mean he takes good care of everything, but their bathroom is one of their safe places)

the kitchen and dining room are also very important to david. everything matches and is super clean and organized. the pantry is always fully stocked and full of angel’s favorite things or healthy alternatives. david bakes his own bread and shares with the pack

big laundry room. imagine angel sitting on the washer helping davey fold freshly dried laundry. the room is warm and smells of detergent and david is humming their wedding song sorry sorry sorry

color palette :)

taglist and pinterest board below the cut

@milogreersleftdresssock @zimix-whispers @froggytimemachineinternet @int3rtwiningh3artstrings @wilted-rose-posts

[erial-c]

horny bastards . all of you

[xanyiaz]

hello fellow gavin enjoyers, my friend drew gavin again 🤭‼️this time from the april fool's au 🤞

again all credits go to @artingsumstuff, i'm merely sharing on their behalf :))

flustered subby gavin supremacy 🙏‼️

tag list <3 (lmk if you'd like to be added or removed !!): @zeerohpunk @themeridian @puffin-smoke @vind3miat0r @froggytimemachineinternet @redactedbloop @qhoaaaa @plaqying @ashton-sano @mokozroach @washa @idk-ig-7 @kuteheadrest @rejectedasset @copsecore @definitelynuwonhere

[materialgowrl42]

No one can tell me that the song “all my ghosts” by Lizzy McAlpine doesn’t give early Freelancer and Gavin I mean just the first few lyrics are gold

“You got a slurpee for free

I caught you looking at me

In the 7-eleven

Under fluorescent lights”

ALSO

“All my ghosts are with me

I know you feel them too

Riding shotgun next to your free slurpee

They know all of my habits

But they don’t know about you”

[free-boundsoul]

I kinda want Kody to make an appearance during the Damn fam's roadtrip, see Freelancer and Dear hanging out together and immediately get jealous that they're with a different water elemental

"Oh I see you finally completed your little elemental collection, Raincloud."

And Dear just looks Kody up and down and says "If you were the first candidate, no wonder they waited."

[dannydoesthisthing27]

Lasko in a crop top

Gavin in a skirt

Huxley in a fishnet top

Damien in platforms and flowy pants

Dear in a jean jacket, tank top, and cargo pants

FL in a graphic T-shirt and shorts

D.A.M.N Crew pride event outifts^

[ryukawa29]

[Masc! FL]

fooliverse au has officially became my favorite au.

[capitalisticveins]

If my future partner never says my name the way Gavin perks up and says “Deviant” in the first friendsgiving at 3:19 I DO NOT WANT THEM‼️‼️‼️