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Lio Fotia

M/* 🔥

M/F 🔥

M/M 🔥

Top ✔️

Bottom 🔥

Switch ✔️

Romance. ✔️

Kissing. ✔️

Flirting. 🔥

Hugging. ✔️

Fighting. 🔥

Injury. 🔥

Shipping

Galo 🔥

Kray ✅💀

Gueira 🔥

Meis 🔥

Vinnie ❌

Age. ~22

Height. ~155 cm

Weight. ~55kg

Pronouns. He/him

Species. Human (Burnish)

Sex. Male

Sexuality. Yes

Pact. Moon 🌒 Class. Dragon 🐉 Element. Fire 🔥

Class Description.

> Human - Tame: Claws and teeth that are noticeably sharper than the average human at all times. Three horns and sometimes a tail that appear to be made of vaporous smoke. In this form, objects can pass through them freely. With heightened emotions the smoke can form into a solid, faceted, prismatic mass made of a similar substance to his sword or other weapons he summons.
> Human - Berserk: All of the above features grow more pronounced, his whole body covered in fine black scales. Black sclera. Kakusei form basically.
> Dragon - Berserk: A spicy noodle. Identical to his canon dragon appearance except he has 3 horns and his human form does not float around in the eye orb. Berserk noodle is formed of pure fire but still solid enough to engage with.
> Dragon - Tame: Same noodle silhoutte with the fires doused. All black scales with an holographic sheen like an oil spill.

Dragon Inspo △ △ △

Crown Inspo ♛ ♛

Powers.

General fire manipulation, including summoning, bending, and extinguishing.
Regeneration. Burnish fire feeds off the user's life energy but simultaneously has a regenerative effect on them in the process. Basically, he can use it to heal faster than the average human. He can also heal others with a proper fire affinity. In B&B Lio's regenerative powers have been nerfed to a Second-Wind that can be activated once per battle. This ability can be negated by a ruler using their class item or a Construct they have created/control.
Forging fire into various objects like weapons, armor, a motorcycle, a throne, and probably lots of random things. In B&B, these items emerge directly from his body. They cannot be removed from him or they will extinguish.

Warning 🔥 May be too hot to handle

As a Burnish, Lio's body plays host to a fire that he can control and manipulate at will. Most of the time, this provides about as much warmth as a personal space heater, making him a great friend to have around in cold weather. He generally does not get cold and is immune to most forms of fire damage. The heat is directly tied to his emotions, a condition only exacerbated by game mechanics, with excessively strong reactions leading to situations where he can lose control -- rare but it happens. Additionally, with every phase of his transformation from human to dragon, his body temperature rises a few degrees, only exceeding levels dangerous for other humans in his final form.

Faves

ABO/Omegaverse

Asphyxiation/Breathplay

Biting

Bloodplay

Body Worship

Branding/Scarring

Edging

Erotic Magic/Powers Use

Fight-Fucking

Fire Play

Frottage

Gore/Guro

Hair Pulling

Medical Play

Mutual Masturbation

Pegging

Oral

Orgasm Denial

Overstimulation

Restraints

Scratching/Marking

Sensory Deprivation

Sex Toys

Sharp Teeth/Fangs

Shibari/Kinbaku

Size Difference

Tentacles

Vore

Xeno

I am willing to write pretty much anything provided it's IC. If you prefer to only thread out kinks that we both enjoy, feel free to ask if I'd be into it.

Notes

Being Realistic The kinks listed above should be considered OOC interests and preferences. I recognize that many of them would require significant time, effort and CR to get to the point where they would be plausible ICly.

Infinite Regeneration I'm also aware that some kinks on the list would result in the death of the character. The Second-Wind ability provides Lio with near limitless energy and healing in sexual situations, which I am more than willing to put to use for ill intentions.

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Out-of-Character

PLAYER NAME: 'Drea
CONTACT: DM
ABOUT: Tired millenial in academia. Parent to one guinea pig and one mutt.

In-Character

CHARACTER: Lio Fotia
CANON: Promare

AGE: 22ish
SEX/GENDER: Male
PREFERENCES: Pan. Which typically amounts to anyone who's not a narcissist.
PACT: Moon
CLASS: Dragon (Fire)

OFFERING: Like so many of us, Lio's been going through it. Was possible trying to break his record for near death experiences last month and came away with all of it fully compartmentalized. But hey least the music has finally improved.
⮚ We're all used to waking up in strange places by now right? He'll still be polite about the shared bed situation but also pragmatic since he's starting to suspect his powers are actually killing him if he doesn't shack up on a somewhat regular basis. Oops?
⮚ Moon pact at full influence means he's getting harassed worst of all but he won't put up with it. There will be blood.
⮚ Getting dragged into the bdsm rooms due to a misunderstanding over his fashion choices. It was bound to happen eventually
⮚ Won't much like seeing anyone get locked in cages. Good thing he's got jailbreaking on his resume.
⮚ Still thinking about mask options but considering something crow-like. Because a group of them is a murder....
⮚ For anyone looking to form more bonds, he's fairly quick to get close to people despite how aloof he can be. But maybe a little more interesting this month because he got hit with the Glass Heart plague going around.

SEEKING:
⮚ More Heralds? His CR seems to be Dragon and Ruler heavy. Let's fix this. Especially since he'll probably get a territory during exploration month and I kind of want to see if he can end up with a balanced one (one of each class)
⮚ Since he's a chronic explorer, I'd be interested in playing with the code word prompts. Seems like a fun way to make up some unique settings to play in too.
⮚ Now that there are instruments, maybe someone that could teach him to play one? He's big on music and I'd like to do something that this cycle.
⮚ Volunteers to help him test out his newly discovered second wind (healing) abilities. He's trying to figure out if there's a relationship between it and intimacy. No need to kill him. Just rough him up a bit.
⮚ Generally more opportunities to break him out of his shell (which he's slowly getting better at). He has a lot of reasons to be moody and stoic after siege month but he's genuinely capable of more chaotic mischief when goaded into it too.

ANYTHING ELSE?:

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2026-05-26T18:35:26Z

Out-of-Character

PLAYER HANDLE: 'Drea
CONTACT: sovereignty
AGE: 30+
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Reservation Link: Here

In-Character

CHARACTER NAME: Lio Fotia
CHARACTER CANON: Promare

AGE: Post undergrad aged. I typically go with 22 if an exact number is needed.
SEX/GENDER: Cis Male

Suitability:
Lio is a young adult who's had to take on enormous responsibilities early in life, often shouldering the burden alone. He'll take to the challenges presented in the game just as seriously. If there is a problem to solve, he'll be one of the first to volunteer, if there's people that need help, he'll offer his hand. Just because he'd ultimately strive towards finding a way home, he would never do so at the expense of others. He has very recently learned the importance of the bonds he has with others as well. As an overseer, he'll have the perfect opportunity to put what he's learned into practice.

Character Summary: To understand Lio, it helps to know that he wears many mantles. In a world that has oppressed and vilified people known as the Burnish -- Humans with the power to create and manipulate fire -- he recruits himself as a leader of the cause to try and free these people. He dreams of establishing a society where Burnish live apart from the hatred of humanity. As a result, he is branded as a terrorist, never once shying away from the moniker. If it causes fear and helps people to get out of his way, so much the better. Despite this, he himself remains a victim of the systems in place and by all the pressures he places on himself to succeed. The stakes couldn't be higher. A lesser person would have cracked sooner, and when he finally does thinking he lost everything in his life that was important to him, he explodes. But he is also a survivor, hot-headed and stubborn through and through. It's only through the help of others that he really come around, learns what it means to share his burdens and ultimately finds a solution that saves the world and all the people in it.

Class & Powers

Class Choice: Dragon

Class Description:
Fire Dragon. Absolutely no one could have predicted this.
Lio is capable of experiencing a range of changes progressing from his human to his Berserker Dragon form.
- At it's simplest, he will exhibit the suggestion of dragon features like three horns, and a tail formed out of a vaporous smoke. He may breathe smoke involuntarily. Features example Horns example
- In the next stage the features solidify into solid appendages. He grows talons and his skin and hair turn an iridescent black from the scales that cover him, either partially or fully, depending on the degree of transformation. This form is inspired by his "awakened" form in the movie. Awakening Screencap Partial Transformation Example
- The last two stages are full dragon. In berserker mode, Lio will basically embody the fire dragon (aka spicy noodle) he transformed into during the movie, body fully covered in flames. Outside of berserker mode he will exhibit the same asian style, serpentine form but his body will be all black. Spicy Noodle References
- As he moves from human to full dragon, his body temperature rises with each change. Where transformation is possible, strong emotions can bring on the change, amplified by the influence of his powers.
- Black Crown. Pointy. Looks like the same material his Burnish armor is made of. Crown Ref 1 Crown Ref 2
- Sources will be provided for all references on his info pages. I just didn't include them here for legibility

Canon Powers: At his core, Lio is a master at manipulating fire with impressive range and creativity. The power is the product of his symbiosis with the Promare, an alien life form and source of energy (similar to the Jedi in Star Wars with midichlorians. Or The Vampire Chronicles, where vampires serve as a kind of host for an ancient spirit). For Lio, these powers aren't just passive abilities; they form the foundation of his identity. They manifest as an inner pyromaniac voice that speaks to him and demands that he let them out, like releasing the pressure on a cooker to stop it from exploding. Cut off from his home world, Lio will be significantly more dependent on himself. In the world of Promare, Burnish can draw power from other Burnish and even the world itself as an external fuel source. Therefore, Lio simply wouldn't have access to that excess of power here.

Breaking it down, his fire abilities include:

General fire manipulation, including summoning, bending, and extinguishing
Regeneration. This ability feeds on the user's life force for power but simultaneously has a regenerative effect on them in the process. Basically, he can use it to heal faster than the average human. He could heal other Burnish by sharing his fire, but that aspect would have very limited use here, likely restricted to others with an affinity for fire only. To a certain extent, this makes the power self-sustaining, but it can be overused -- resulting in the user's death.
Forging fire into various objects like weapons, armor, a motorcycle, a throne, and probably lots of random things. It's unclear if these objects are permanent from what we see in canon, but for the sake of not being OP, I'm going to say these objects "extinguish" over time like any other fire. It's also best for familiar objects where the details aren't important. For example, he wouldn't be able to generate a key to a locked door because he has no way of knowing what that key should look like to work properly. They are also still literally fire, so that puts an additional limit on their situational usefulness.
He like crashed out and mega evolved into a dragon one time. Now he can turn into that dragon without the crash out!

Starting Influence: Not applicable

SAMPLE SECTION

Roleplay Sample One: Glass Coffins
Sample One Summary: This thread provides a good baseline to show where Lio starts from. He's someone who can keep a cool head in the face of adversity -- most of the time. He's got some skill with manipulating situations to his advantage regardless of how much or how little he's given, and he doesn't do so at the expense of others, even annoying ones. He's someone who prefers to work together and strive towards a common goal that benefits everyone. It also demonstrates how he can be distant but not unfriendly, a trait he had to develop as a leader of thousands.

Roleplay Sample Two: Grief Hath Mates
Sample Two Summary: First of all, Lio is someone who tries to be helpful and considerate of others. He also tries to solve problems whenever they arise, both of which this thread demonstrates. This is someone who staged a prison break by getting his whole team captured all for the sake freeing other people. While it's a ballsy move, it's also one that would have required precise planning and confidence in his abilities. He is smart and a calculating, possessing a wealth of experience that he's ready to put to use as a means to an end. It will easily be one of the best ways to get him to engage with the setting.

Roleplay Sample Three: Random Scenario on BS
Sample Three Summary: Full disclosure this is from a canon adjacent AU, however the Lio being played in it is identical to canon with no changes. If anything about this sample is not appropriate, please feel free to disregard it. That's why I put it in the optional slot. It's difficult to show Lio's full range in a TDM, especially when his development through the movie opens him up and brushes off some of the more abrasive layers to him. But those sides of him are still there. I don't expect anyone to read this full thread. But the first approximately 33 comments show how he would regard an enemy (acerbic but still treating them as well as his morals demand), how he might deal with being proven wrong about some of his assumptions (he's someone who is used to having assumptions made about him, and the last thing he'd want to appear a hypocrite), and it continues to demonstrate how he's willing manipulate the situation to make the most of his limited resources, even where an adversary is involved (he doesn't trust this person, but he can still try to gain a useful ally and all the helpful information that might provide all for the good of the cause he cares so much about). Furthermore, he's taking the whole burden and responsibility for this person entirely on himself, a very fatalistic trait that tends to get him in trouble.
The last dozen or so comments on the thread are NSFW (and really not relevant to why I'm using this as a sample so just warning to avoid surprises for anyone)

SURVEY SECTION

Do you value emotional bonds with other people?
[ He's always cared a great deal about other people. If he were strong enough, he could share in their burdens, ease some of their pain. Sometimes subvert it entirely. But every problem that fell on his shoulders weighed down on him till he bent like a modern day Atlas. Just one more thing goes wrong, and the world might flatten him.

It almost had. ]

I'm learning to. [ He can actually admit to that weakness in hindsight. ] When I look back at all the times I've succeeded, I now see all the people that helped me on that journey. Whereas before I saw them as something I needed to protect, the truth is we were protecting one another.

[ There were his generals who sacrificed themselves to save him from capture and Galo who had come to his rescue despite only knowing him for a matter of days. Even Burning Rescue didn't stop to question whether supporting him, a Burnish, was the right thing to do. And he'll never forget the countless other Burnish who lived in the settlement, uplifting him every day with their small, random acts of kindness. ]

I couldn't have gotten here on my own.

Have you ever met someone who changed the course of your life?
[ Three words ring in his head loud and clear. Stay with me. ]

Galo Thymos. I owe my life to him. And it's not just me. Billions of people would have died if it weren't for his stupid, stubborn, steadfast way of confronting any problem head-on.

[ There's much more to say but how does he even begin to put it into words when he's still sorting through his feelings for Galo, trying to turn them into something comprehensible. For all Lio's burning light, Galo is like the sun that shines on him, one who has made all the life in the world possible. He'll never be able to repay him, but he'll still spend the rest of his life trying.

All so he can stay by his side. ]

He's a true hero.

If you could speak to your younger self, what would you tell them?
Becoming a Burnish is often like going through the stages of grief. You know the ones. Denial that this could be happening to you, Anger, often at other Burnish as reflection of what they hate about themselves, Bargaining for a return to their old way of life and why couldn't it just happen to someone else. They won't be like the others. Depression because they know life is about to treat them the very same way they once treated us. Not everyone makes it to acceptance.

[ He's coached people through enough awakenings to recognize the signs and help them through it, as best he can. ]

It's harder when you're a child. More confusing. It seems more unfair.

So what I'd want my younger self to know is they don't need to be afraid. The things they've lost are so much less than what they will gain. If they just accept it, they'll grow stronger. And more confident.

[ And maybe that will be enough to keep them from suffering the same ways he has. ]

Is it better to be loved or feared?
[ He's known people throughout his life who would answer both ways. He's witnessed first hand oppressive burden imposed by men who rule by fear. It comes from so many sources. Their own fears. Avarice. Narcissism. All ugly traits he would never want to be associated with.

People like that are only interested in serving themselves.

He doesn't strive to be loved, only it seems like the natural outcomes from helping others. Not in any kind of self serving way but the honest, selfless service that strives for a common good. That doesn't make him a foolhardy idealist. In war, you will always be the feared enemy to some. And he had worn that mantle to further their cause. But he didn't have to like it. ]

Loved. Men who rule by fear will never hold real power.

What do people tend to like about you?
[ The question summons fond memories of the settlement. Full of countless people who had trusted him enough to follow him. And his grand dream of freedom.

The hardest part of leading Mad Burnish hadn't been the battles with Freeze Force or the ceaseless missions to free their Burnish brethren. It hadn't been the scarcity that forced them to live with their fears and hunger like an omnipresent specter, laudable in their lack of complaint.

No. It had been the constant consideration for those people surrounding him among the cramped floors of their derelict hideout, looking to him like a beacon. Lio lived among them as the same kind of pauper and for them, his door was always open. For the mother who dropped by his room every other day for updates on the whereabouts of her son and every day he would hear her out. The elderly couple who offered kind smiles and a particular talent for turning out gourmet meals from the meager canned rations they subsisted on. Who always saved him the last serving and chided him for not eating enough when he does so much to keep them housed and fed. He needed to keep his strength up.

Most of all, he remembers the children flooding in and out of his room with all their youthful questions, just trying to divine the secrets of the universe. Sometimes, when he slept -- at intermittent, seemingly random hours of the day -- he woke to find half a dozen of them, curled up around him in any spare space they could find. One by one, he carried them back to their parents, time and again without a word. All until one day, a young father thought to remark something curious to him.

Lio never moved the children after that. ]

I'm told they feel safe with me.

When did you last cry? Why?
The Burnish were captured by Kray Foresight.

[ His words don't even get at the half of it. Not a quarter. Not a minuscule fraction of it. The man who had coveted all Burnish power for himself for decades risked nearly ending them. Their lives, their hopes, their dreams. Lio had never fallen farther than he did in that moment, standing on the precipice of death, staring into an abyss of a shattered promise for the future.

The tears had flowed like hot magma pouring forth from a volcano, incinerating everything in its path. Distantly, watching from on high, his spirit having flown from his body, he knew Mt. Fennel had erupted. Drawing on the power that flowed directly from the Earth's core, he had transformed into a monster that knew only pain, and desperation, and despair, and loneliness. A keen misery that cried for the souls of every life that risked being lost, snuffed out and forgotten like they never once mattered.

The Burnish had never mattered to society at large except in how they served as a target for hate. Lio had swallowed all of that hate, the dark cold malice. And threw it back a hundredfold.

Even now, the memory stings from the ragged, raw emotions so that the events all blur together into one charred, black spot. ]

I barely remember it.

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PLAYER INFO

Player: 'Drea
Age: 30+
Invited by: Jen
Contact: sovereignty
Current Characters: N/A

CHARACTER INFO

Character: Lio Fotia
Canon: Promare, Post-canon, after joining Burning Rescue
Age: Post undergrad aged. Going with 22 to put an exact number on it.

Background Information: Lio on the Promare Wiki

Personality:
Lio is like an onion. He has layers.

Shrek jokes aside, to really get at who Lio is, it helps to compartmentalize him into some of his component parts because this is something he does to himself. Buckle up because there's going to be some weird clothing analogies that come straight from Studio Trigger themselves.

The Terrorist. The very first thing we hear about Lio is that he is the leader of a terrorist group, wanted for the past 30 years. The reputation he carries is one that precedes even his birth, living as an impossible legend to impress, disarm, and sow chaos. He is confident and capable. Clad from head to toe in sharp, black armor, he shows up to a fight, taunting his enemies from a throne, and fights across skyscrapers on a motorcycle. Anything to serve his goals and the goals of the people he's fighting for. This Lio isn't a person, hiding behind his armor, obscuring any trace of the human residing inside.

The Leader. When the mask finally comes off, we finally see exactly who is in charge -- a young man who's well-versed in the political game that has victimized the Burnish for decades. He plays the part of their leader, one who is equal parts stoic, reserved, mature, and responsible. Mad Burnish started out as a rebel group, but his measured control and commitment to a pacifist approach made earnest progress toward earning real freedom for the Burnish. Despite his passion for the cause, he still presents a cold exterior, keeping his distance from others as though he could protect them in doing so. Like his emotions, his clothing is full of fastenings to keep him buckled up tight. He wears gloves that put an additional layer between himself and the people around. As a leader, Lio presents a carefully curated image of what he believes will best achieve their goals, goals he shares but that sometimes come at his own expense. He wears this facade like a shield to hide intense emotions that have long simmered inside him.

Through this lens, it’s clear that Lio's primary drive has centered completely around the liberation of the Burnish. Full stop. To the point of self-sacrifice. He takes on their great burdens in the hope of freeing them from the oppression of a society that not only shuns and fears them but is actively committing genocide against them. He uses his strength to quickly gain like-minded allies, and his skills as a leader earn him their respect and trust.

While he may have a noble goal, he is still fighting a war where intentions matter less than reality, making him a bit of a hypocrite at the same. It’s clear that despite their best efforts, Lio is directly responsible for the harm and death of others. Whether this is the Burnish like Thyma, who he failed to save, or civilians who end up as collateral damage, the trauma clearly weighs on him, compiling a heavy emotional burden.

Which ultimately contributes to his other major flaw, his lack of emotional stability.

The Victim. Push emotions down, ignore your own needs, then let it all simmer long enough, and they become a powder keg. And when Lio does finally snap, pushed to the absolute limit, he is willing to incinerate his ideals, completely losing sight of rational logic in the face of his emotional reaction.

Despite all pretenses, Lio is hiding a myriad of strong, deep feelings. He stuffs them down out of what he thinks is necessity, the greater good, living for his cause. But the moment when that cause gets away from him, and he's at risk of losing it all -- when the settlement he's built is invaded and everyone, including his closest allies, captured -- he explodes. The weight of the world he's been holding up like Atlas comes crashing down on him. The careful control and stability he thought he managed so well prove to be a fragile farce, and the truth is, he fails to address his struggles and the victimization of the Burnish in any kind of healthy way. This isn't a surprise; every snide, sarcastic comment he makes, every split second where his temper fractures before recovering the facade, hints at the moments to come when his burdens finally undress him and leave him ragged. And while he’s no longer facing genocide and the world ending, the way he handles his struggles doesn’t disappear overnight. (Put another way, he should probably consider therapy.)

The Survivor. At the end of his journey, Lio is forced to confront these emotions, showing he is nothing if not resilient. He can no longer deny the raw anger and heartache and immense sadness he's endured, but he also has to reconcile it with the other facets of her personality, his morals, and the upstanding person that he strives to be. Perhaps the hardest lesson he has to learn is that he can't do this on his own. It takes the outside influence of others to confront the lonely life he’s led. Especially the influence of Galo, who grows from an annoying adversary to an indispensable partner. That’s when he’s finally ready to share his burden and realize that in doing so, they work together far better than the sum of their parts.

Having achieved his goal together with Galo, the other Burnish, and the people of the world in general, he can finally look inward for a new one. He emerges from the ashes of their old world and steps into the new, shedding the layers like the remaining clothes on his back. The roles he’s occupied up until now don’t disappear, but he needs to figure out what they mean now that he’s finally free. Free to figure out just who is Lio Fotia? Fitting all those component pieces back together while still leaving space for the average, everyday humanity of a young man trying to survive the post-apocalypse with the people he’s come to love.

Optional fun fact! This guy from a Japanese movie set in a post-apocalyptic sort of dystopian America is somehow descended from British nobility. Weird detail to include but there it is.

Abilities & Inventory: Getting the big thing out of the way, through the tattoos, Lio will regain the ability to generate and manipulate fire in a similar fashion to his Burnish abilities. However, since that power is the product of a symbiotic alien lifeform, it won't always function exactly the same. For one, the pyromania urges would be gone, but the biggest difference is Lio will be significantly more dependent on himself in this world. In the world of Promare, Burnish can draw power from other Burnish and even the world itself as an external fuel source. Therefore, Lio simply wouldn't have access to that excess of power here.

Breaking it down, his fire abilities include:

General fire manipulation, including summoning, bending, and extinguishing
Regeneration. This power feeds on the user's life force for power but simultaneously has a regenerative effect on them in the process. Basically, he can use it to heal faster than the average human. He could heal other Burnish but that aspect would have very limited use here if he even found anyone he was compatible with at all. To a certain extent, this makes the power self-sustaining, but it can be overused -- resulting in the user's death.
Forging fire into various objects like weapons, armor, a motorcycle, a throne, and probably lots of random things. It's unclear if these objects are permanent from what we see in canon, but for the sake of not being OP, I'm going to say these objects "extinguish" over time like any other fire. It's also best for familiar objects where the details aren't important. For example, he wouldn't be able to generate a key to a locked door because he has no way of knowing what that key should look like to work properly. They are also still literally fire, so that puts an additional limit on their situational usefulness.
He like mega evolved into a dragon one time, but that won't happen again. Probably. He's in a better place now.

Outside of that, he's only coming in with the clothes on his back.

ARMADA SELECTION

Lio could arguably fit into either armada. He's the leader of an ex-terrorist organization, and he's certainly still holding onto a lot of baggage related to the life he had to live and the choices that had to be made during that time of his life. In an early version of the script, it's even implied that the things he did were bad enough to land him in prison post-movie. It wasn't a life of black and white, but certainly filled with a lot of moral grey, making him a solid chaotic good on an alignment chart. So the Corsairs would make sense, and he wouldn't question landing there.

At the same time, with that past behind him, everyone around him is looking to turn over a new leaf. He's more than willing to roll up his sleeves and put in the hard work that needs doing now. He fought with noble intentions against the evils of the world for what he believed was right. He did it for the sake of people who needed a leader to stand up for them. Going forward, he may not believe he fully belongs on the side of the Paladins, but it's where he'd like to end up.

If I had to list any preference at all, I'd lean ever so slightly towards Corsair, but I can truly work with either.

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Burnish Galo infernosoul
Date night infernosoul
dressing up for pizza date bigbluehimbo
Baby shark. Seriously. worstdayever

Everything with himbofication
Canon alternate AU
To be added:
White Lio/Burnish Galo AU
Reincarnated husbands AU
Redacted

Promare Wind Breaker Mashup AU with willmakeitworse
This whole everything is its own fucking content warning. Vore, gore, bloodplay. Fun stuff. Tread carefully.
Main thread
TFLN Fireworks planning
Stay over after the fireworks

Based on an rp AU. I don't know where else to put this so I don't lose it again CW for underaged student teacher relationship

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Galo’s heart is on fire. Which doesn’t mean much on its own. Not when that is the normal resting state for him. An equilibrium hot enough to forge red hot steel. But there’s fire like a furnace and then there’s the one like the molten hot core that powers the world. A singular experience and nothing else like it exists in the universe. Nothing else like Lio Fotia either or how it makes him feel when they’re together like this.

“Is that all you’ve got?” Lio says and Galo will never know how he manages to sounds so smooth and breathless at the same time. Nor how he manages to maneuver around him so well after all this time.

“You know it’s not.” Skin slick, with sweat beading down his brow, Galo huffs a laugh in response.

“Don’t know why you still ask.” Yes. He does.

“The problem is I have to ask.”

That does it. Galo thrusts forward and Lio is there to meet him and if he strains to catch it he can just make out a gasp. There. He finds the spot that offers Lio no respite.

Galo settles his weight over his him and his heart beats faster with each degree the temperature soars. The only sound is the beat of his heart, not just in his chest but the way it washes through his head. The sound of it like a tidal wave, a wild fire let loose and it’s far too late for either of them to try and contain it. Not that they want anything of the sort.

As;dfkjs;dfsd God I hate this part it’s so hard. Idk mention the ground rumbling in here sort of. I fucking hate this.

“Not so high and mighty now, huh Big Boss.”

This is the part where Lio is supposed to yield.

One look at the smirk that doesn’t quite reach his mouth but has completely flooded those violet eyes Galo realizes too little too late compared to his flame, Lio is a smoldering inferno. (Talk about the color of fire) Not that he could ever forget but then he goes and gets wrapped up in the challenge, the pleasure, the thrill. And then, the powder keg blows.

For a moment all he sees it sky, the bright blue of it shot through by the pinks and aquamarine…. Like it’s sunset instead of high noon

Thrown onto his back in what takes only seconds, he hears the hissing pop of the Matoi Tech seals failing before he registers the full weight of black fire forged armor settling on top of him. Shoving forward on the controls only causes the poor mech to jerk pathetically in place. Two of Lio’s blades poke from the shoulders and dug deep into the ground, spitting sparks and flames.

Galo feels the blunt folds of a frown crease his brow before he gives any consideration to hiding them.

One clawed hands gropes at the lip of Matoi’s reinforced visor, five fingers scrapping at the surface that send sparks flying like he were striking steel and flint. It makes Galo shivers as if it they were dancing across his bare skin. Well, he’s not far from that either. Lio has enough power in those armored limbs that he could fold the mech back together like origami. Through the mask that looks like it’s grinning in triumph, that self-assured sense of ability, Galo catches a wisp of the matching expression inside, a perfect contrast to his own. Before the sun’s white hot glare blots it out again.

By now the heat radiating off of him is oppressive. It’s a small window to the outside world and all Galo can make out around them is the burned red rocks of some kind of crater. It gives the impression, the very mirror image of the very caldera lake where they first met, only they’ve traded the frost covered ground for the steam swirling around them. In place of palatial evergreens, barren sulfur coated monoliths reach for the sky. And most importantly of all, an audience of none, an open air cathedral filled with the low vibrato of the earth that continues to tremble beneath them.

He doesn’t it feel it so much as hear it now. It’s far too subtle to compete with everything hammering away inside of him.

The sound of tempered alumino-silcate glass creaks against the joints where it meets ablative armor and Galo’s attention snaps back to the present.

“Hey. Hey. Hey! You promised you wouldn’t break it this time!”

Lio only pauses, the visor still warped out of position, taking the time not to consider his response but only because he can.

“I believe my exact words were it won’t break. If you don’t lose.” Get good Galo it's saying, colored in those haughty, hollow tones.

Galo jerks again at the controls only to stumble pathetically in place. Right. He’s still pinned beneath the burnish in more ways than one but at least his efforts have relieved some of the strain on the mech and Lio doesn’t seem like he’s in any hurry to resume them just yet. Just tap, tap, taps against the glass expectantly and this it’s not just spark but flames that float down into the cab where Galo narrow avoids the minor burns but he can’t save the upholstery from getting singed.

“Liooooo!” He groans and the earth joins him in chorus.

You break it you bought it and bought it meant his time. He doesn’t begin to question why Lucia even allows these little off the record excursions, not that he isn’t grateful. Something something valuable data he suspects and the rest of it goes right over his head before just tuning out completely.

Somehow she manages to log all of it off the books without raising one of Ignis’ nonexistent eyebrows. Cataloguing the damaging in ways that are wholly reasonable at least where the scientist is involved. The inevitable burn marks he brings home pass easily enough for routine maintenance and testing. That deep crack in the structure will be chalked up to performance and stress diagnostics compared against her latest models. Or in layman’s terms, publicly funded mech battles.

Which would be great if that’s all she needed him for. Pretty much the best consolation prize you could ask for. More often than not it was days upon days of playing guinea pig to one of her latest gadgets and even that was kind of cool when it was munitions and aviation support. Unfortunately the things that were the most useful were very likely the least interesting. Like Biotech. At Heat mapping. What amounted to a whole lot of sitting there and looking sexy for the cameras. Her words.

Which was to say nothing of the biggest problem that came from wrecking the Matoi in the first place. With Lio bracing his hands against orange safety bars, the hard alloy begins to bow outward against the pressure.

“Remember how long it took to fix the last time!”

Galo swats at Lio, armor and all. From his helmet crowned with horns, he cocks his head to the side, like a stallion disregarding the barely perceptible nuisance of a fly. “I wasn’t the one insisting it could fly on the updraft.”

Undeterred, Galo persists, somehow quick enough not to end up with any burns of his own. “Five. Weeks. Lio.”

A pause. The liquid pool of black reflecting his own displeasure back at him. The groan his Matoi exhales as the pressure relieves and finally. Finally, the walls come down, first losing their rigid edges, then the hard polish, melting off him until Lio is left unarmored but never unarmed in the leather that sticks to him like a second skin, so black that it hurts to take his eyes away to where the sun filters through the haze.

Reduced to five foot nothing and still straddling Galo’s Matoi, Lio swings a foot up and digs it into Galo's shoulder as the whole mech sags an inch lower to the ground, like he's just delivered a punishing blow. Distantly, Galo registers that the swords holding it in place have dissolved into their component flames. More immediately, from where he’s poised Lio is still the single more formidable thing he’s ever encountered.

Crouched over, still gripping the lip of the glass visor, the fire in his eyes burns brighter, the look on his his face matches that a predator ready to crawl inside after his prey, no matter how hard it would be to accomplish anything in the cramped space. Like this were just a normal date and they were just going out to the movies. Those old timey drive ins that are just an excuse to make out in the car. Except instead of a movie it's an open air brawl and instead of a car they've got the Matoi.

Galo grins, not quite giving over to triumph. “Has anyone ever told you you’re so hot that...”

“Finish that sentence and I go back on my word.”

Galo knows that look too. Disappointment. And expectation.

“Well?”

It hasn’t always been about playing fair, but with Lio it’s long since become about having fun. Something that’s no longer possible within the Matoi. There isn’t much to take in across his periphery, just red rock and a hazy sky, not a damn clue what awaits below and an adversary with the high ground advantage.

Sounds like fun.

With a sudden lunge out of the cockpit, Galo makes a grab for Lio’s leg that’s within reach, hoping to unbalance him. His other had closes around his pistol??? He take aim, ducks a Burnish flare that bursts on the visor above his head and catches his foot on the safety bar. His hold on Lio never failing as the sky turns somersaults with the ground once more and they both tumble down.

The earth is on fire where Galo lands on his back. Rough stone digging into bare skin. The body that settles atop him another cover of that intimidating warmth. Gloved hands knead into sculpted muscle. Neither compares to the mouth that closes over his own, breathing fire down his throat, igniting the furnace in his gut.

Something something this should maybe get fleshed out more

His own hands are anything but idle as well as they clamber their way up into the silken fall of the seafoam hair possessing those rare curves of Lio’s that are so inviting to touch. There’s his hair and the shell of his ear and that perfect dip he’s memorized where neck meets clavicle. By the time Lio has braced himself around Galo’s waist, Galo has traced his way well past that, to the curve of his ass, dragging him down, grinding up.

Lio doesn’t gasp but his breath hitches and it’s enough that Galo feels he deserves the shit eating grin he shoots out in response. Totally worth the ensuing glare too. He thrusts up once more for good measure and Lio catches it this time but not fast enough before Galo captures it, between his lips once again. His breath is on fire, skin pebbling like molten rock though somehow it doesn't burn him in a way he's long since stopped questioning. Something about Burnish magic and by this point he's pretty sure Lio's a witch.

That's not a surprise so much as the heat that's not just coming from body above him. He's far too wrapped up in the other, far too wrapped up in one another to question it until his stomach drops out from under him. Not just his stomach but the whole ground that definitely sinks a few feet lower.

There's smoke in the air. It's not just some leftover refuse from their fight, it's smoke that's rising skyward on a superheated updraft to mingle with the feather dusting of clouds overhead. And there's sparks. Flecks of debris flickering between black and red and orange and yellow. That's new. For the first time, Galo peers over the ledge to be met with the sight of a caldera crater to rival their lake on the distant outskirts of Promepolis only this one one swirling, angry red and alive and hot enough to punch him in the face hard enough that he ducks back behind cover with a yelp.

"Hey babe. Where are we?" Galo chances another tentative peek down into the pit of the volcano.

Lio sighs from beneath him. His hair splayed out in the dirt and dust of the ground where Galo had apparently flipped him in his fire fighter's response to a threat. His armed are crossed tight over his chest. That's not the only thing. Yeah. That's look is a familiar one too but for once it's not the most dangerous thing staring him down. "Mt. Elbrus."

The name is not unfamiliar to him as one of the volcanos--obviously--within a day's range of the city. The better question is which direction and exactly how far and which one of the various mythologies they'd all seemed to have drawn their names from. Galo tries tries wracking his brain to sort out the answer to each of them simultaneously but it's the view below that keeps stealing his attention idk head empty. Like it's angry. Looks like that video where someone threw there trash into a volcano it just keeps getting bigger***

"Uh huh," he answers without really hearing X in Lio's voice or the impatience. "And I suppose you just know all the volcanos in a hundred mile radius?"

"Yes."

"Okay. Okay, firebug. No one likes a show off." Except Galo. Galo likes a show off. Especially this show off.

No question about it that they've crash landed near smack dab in the middle of the caldera with the pool of spitting mad lava bubbling higher by the minute. It's reminiscent of a viral video not long back back of a man who made the economical decision to dispose of his trash in a location not dissimilar to this exact place. The initial impact landed without much fanfare but the ensuing sections had bubbled up and boiled over like the volcano itself had taken offense to being reduced to a mere trash receptacle.

Galo had texted it round to everyone at BR and lamented to Varys--who had only been sympathetic out of the boredom that accompanies the midnight shift--that he always wanted to know what it would be like to touch lava. Did he think it was more of a milkshake consistency or wet cement? And that had devolved into looking up what happens when you mix too much cornstarch with water and definitely not their own personal experiments that earned them extra overnights for the state of the kitchen that Aina had discovered the following morning.

Before he can regale Lio with the whole episode, five gloved fingers have latched onto his face. Jerking him back onto their narrow ledge. "Eyes up here."

Instead of a story, Galo has the sense to keep it short for once. He blurts out, "Hey Lio, Have you ever touched lava?"

Lio's grip only tighten a moment, only briefly painful before it's relieved with a huff. Those fingers feel strangely cool as they rake through his hair, the mop of a fringe at the front and scraping sumptuously at the short scruff that follows all the way back a long his nap. "Why?"

Galo shivers and he's not sure if it's Lio's fingers, or his lips that have found his throat or the way he can command so much authority with one word that deserves the blame. It isn't often that Lio isn't the hottest thing in the room but then who would expect him to be competing with the room itself.

"I've just always wanted to try. There was this one time... at the station... with corn starch..."

You’d burn up.

Okay but that’d doesn’t tell me if YOU have

Galo impressed. Lio grabbing him. Eyes up here.

Is this safe?

You’ll be fine. Haven’t you learned by now. (You’re in the safest place you could be.)

If he was safe that meant one of two things. Either Lio could protect him or…

Lio’s doing this!!!

Which is really cool but also kind of concerning but also really cool and also Lio is really distracting so maybe they’ll just make out except Galo is also the worst and keeps getting distracted.

.

Idk Lio is very horny and Galo being very ADHD keeps getting in the way but somehow he prevails

Not a burnish but he could feel the pressure building, couldn’t lio tell

It’s gonna blow, it’s gonna pop. It’s close.

Very pointedly dancing around Galo getting off I guess because a volcano is erupting instead.

Also very pointedly ignoring that Galo would literally be dead idk Burnish magic Lio is still a witch

---- SCENE CHANGE!

Mt. Elbrus rapidly receding behind them no longer remains as mountain peak so much as a faint outline in the encroaching darkness, still limned in the fulminant fury of her eruption that Lio assures him will endure for days. There's a terrible joke in there somewhere that Galo chews over as he steers the Matoi back toward the city, an ever encroaching source of glimmering lights that only grows stronger against the backdrop of the sunset horizon splashed through in gradients of reds and orange fading to purple and finally that inky shadow of black that will be their cover of return.

Lio looks as a sated as a cat with a bowl of cream from his perch in one of the mech's oversized arms, braced easily against the safety bar and shoulder joint for balance at their leisurely pace. He keeps his face fixed forward which gives Galo the distraction of his elegant profile. Broken only periodically by a backward glance and a rare smile filled with such affection that Galo might stumble over the words he's not even speaking.

That does it. "Three days huh? That's gotta break a Guinness world record for longest orgasm for sure."

The reaction is, better than expected. Rolling through a series of emotions that range from the furrowed brows of confusion, the wide eyes of surprise and pursed lips of something that almost borders on embarrassment. Cute. Certainly worth whatever retaliation he was weighing his odds again. Maybe even worth pushing his luck.

"I'm thinking we should submit you to the proper authorities, babe."

"I believe they need a record of the event. You wouldn't survive the attempt."

Lio licks his lips. The fire has returned, burying all traces of affection. Not that anything could really smother it and Galo only beams brighter, like he's reflecting every bit of the light that Lio emits, the only source for miles.

IDK SOME SHIT

"Besides. It's a terrible analogy. Lava's thicker than that. More like wet cement." Relaxing back into his massive seat of ablative armor, unabashedly digging a heel into one of Galo's ribs, he might as well be claiming a seat on his throne.

Unfazed, Galo grabs his foot, tugging him lower, tugging him closer, till Lio is practically inside the cockpit and they're face face to face. "Ah. So you have touched it!"

"You could have too." A smirk. A shrug. A gesture that says, not my problem.

"But you said-!" he whines.

"You missed your chance."

"Lio we gotta go back!"

Somewhere between this argument and the next--a far more mundane debate about where to grab takeout for dinner from the meager list of options that will remain by the time they get back--and Galo has the sense to switch on the auto-pilot to carry them home. For the rest of the way, he gives himself over to the lingering embers in his chest still smoldering from the day they've spent together, in the embrace of the volcano, protected from the prying eyes of the outside world. Just them. Still them. Hearts full.

Red hot like steel being forged.
Lio is beautiful like a blade, all sharp edges, he's a work of art

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