Heaven's Folly

Folly didn't mean to summon a celestial. He definitely didn't mean to keep him. And he absolutely, definitely didn't mean to fall in love.

And yet, one fateful night, something falls from the sky. Something smug. Something stupidly handsome. Something awkwardly flirting with him like it's his divine calling. He doesn't know how to chop firewood. He doesn't understand doors. But he looks at Folly like he hung the night sky himself.

Now, Folly can't stop thinking about him. About golden eyes in the dark, about a near-touch that left him breathless, about the way he looked at him like Folly was something worth staying for. Which is ridiculous.

Because Folly doesn't do attachment. He tried that once, and all it got him was heartbreak and a permanent distrust of men who don't know what they want.

But when the celestial returns, asking to stay, Folly realizes he's in far deeper than he thought. And neither of them realize that when he fell, he didn't just leave behind the stars.

A slow-burn queer fantasy about catastrophic longing, cosmic consequences, and one poor gay disaster trying (and failing) not to swoon.

🖤 A slow-burn romance between two gay disaster cats.
✨ Cosmic yearning meets the warmth of a shared hearth.
🐺 A furry fantasy, but also a love story about fate, choice, and devotion.
🔥 Explicit chapters archived separately; main story thrives on tension and intimacy.

Started: 2/16/25
Updated every other week(ish)