#Yes this is about that fic
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There's good fanfictions and then there's those fanfictions that take you by the hand and whisper words of gold in your ears and gently guide you through unexplored lands and they could say the wildest thing about your favorite character and you'd instantly trust them
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I guess Reborn would try to pretend he has Tsuna's best interests in mind if its was necessary to gain the boy's trust
He would be really livid at another teacher having the authority and respect he thinks should be his
It probally would lead on Reborn trying to order Tsuna and his friends around, and even try to make the teacher bow to his will by beating him up
Tsuna didn't care, the hitman didn't deserve or earned such respect from him, he wasn't his teacher, wasn't his friend and sure as hell wasn't family
'You are not my teacher. I already have a teacher, someone I respect and love, you are not it. You have not earned my respect or obediene and never will, your son of a bitch.'
Timoteo, of course, would try to do the same, in attempts to control the boy's life and get rid of the teacher to put his own pet hitman in his place, clearly wanting Tsuna under his greed thumb
Senile old bastard would hate not begin Tsuna's trusted adult. The boy has support, real support, with a real family that love and him and isn't loyal to pathetic Vongola
Vongola will do anything to get Tsuna back under their control and power. Reborn would probally try to kill the teacher, multiple times, under Nono's orders or Iemitsu's, both upset at the thought of Tsuna's loyality not belonging to them or Vongola, their weak pawn has someone on his corner
Tsuna's Guardians would be others or under the teacher's tutelage, Tsuna won't want anything to do with Reborn's dogs otherwise, Gokudera is to scared of Reborn for Tsuna to want anything with him
#katekyo hitman reborn#khr#anti reborn#sawada tsunayoshi#another teacher au#uchiha obito#yes this is about that fic
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Danny: You want me to what?
Tim: Give this letter to Batman for me.
Danny: Why?
Tim: I need to tell him something, but I can't give him the option of capturing me.
Danny: But he can catch me?
Tim: He doesn't want you.
Danny: Damn, alright.
Tim: No, sorry, I mean - look, just give him the letter and don't tell him anything about me. Here is 10k in cash. Can you do it?
Danny: For 10K? Yeah, okay.
Ten hours later
Danny: LET ME OUT
Bruce: It's okay, son. We're going to help you get your memories back.
Danny rattling the bars: I'm not Tim Drake. He just hired me to give you the letter!
Bruce: A letter claiming Tim Drake was tired of his life with us and that he was going to become a regular citizen, so don't look for him? Your only involvement with the letter and him is that he paid you to delivery it?
Danny: YES!
Bruce: And the fact you both look exactly alike has nothing to do with this?
Danny: I don't question it. You start questioning stuff and bad things happen to you
Bruce: Bad things like memory loss.
Danny: IM NOT TIM DRAKE. LET ME OUT.
Bruce: Until we know what they did to easrse your memories I'm afraid your going to remain in containment.
Danny: WHY!? I DIDN'T DO ANYTHING
Bruce: You stabbed Jason
Danny: No, he rudely walked into my knife
#dcxdpdabbles#dcxdp crossover#from a fic i never wrote#Tim and Danny are identical twins#Neither acknowledge it#Bruce is convinced Danny is Tim (Idk why)#Tim ran off to be a rancher cause he saw ONE gay moive about it#Yes Danny was homeless and Yes Tim picked him because haveung his face would slow Bruce down#he wasnt aware Danny is just as stabby as Damian
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this happens to me at least three times on a daily basis
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monologue
#they said i couldnt have a worse speech bubbles to image ratio and i said 'bet?'#isat spoilers#in stars and time#in stars and time fanart#isat fanart#isat siffrin#isat loop#two hats spoilers#isat#lucabyteart#sifloop#not rlly but it gets the tag in case ppl r backscrolling my tags on my blog for some reason#anyway this dialogue has been kicking around in my files for about 2 months as it is known to do & i wanted to play with typesetting#'write a fic if you like words so much' absolutely not . what if it was pictures instead. and also i wanted an excuse 2 loop gradient#but yeah uhhhh this is very . very loosely the result of me thinking about the 'island is trapped in the fucking future' theory.#like if so. would it just like. reappear. when the rest of the world catches up w where it was stuck in time. like . 20 more years on.#and thus the q: god wait at what point would sif be older than the age they last knew their parents to be. theyre nearly 30 now so like.#you can see my logical path thru these thoughts yes? anyway i think its fun when these two put their braincells together to realise#the horrors. and kind of exclusively the horrors. wahoo!!!#anyway food for thought re: island reappears and to the islanders it's not been any time at all. but its been like 30 years for the rest#fuck do you do: your boy returns 30 years older plus a family (maybe even a child) and minus . a fucking eye.#also theres a fucking angel with them? update. thats also your boy what the fuck. wait fym theyre married. hold on. wait--
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Did you think I was done? Ahahahaha no, I have more.
Because chapter 70 of MOMU gave me the very dynamic between them that I missed so much, I just blacked out and started drawing uncontrollably lmao
Also. ALSO. I noticed a while ago that Prowl has the habit of..like…constantly frowning. So. I did a bit of research and made this graph.
In 70 chapters, Prowl frowns rougly 104 times. And the intensity of this gesture is very clearly correlated with the development of his relationship with Jazz, as you can see ahahahahah It might be wrong tho don’t take me seriously I’m not good with graphs
#maccadam#transformers#prowl#jazz#jazzprowl#fic fanart#momu fanart#I just#mmmmm#For the whole fic Prowl had to think twice about everything Jazz says#every information could end up being wrong#sometimes even without Jazz realising it#so when Prowl says#he’s trusting Jazz. it’s.#also it totally wasn’t me googling ‘believing and trusting nuance difference in english’#the moment I realised the difference I think my brain started rollercoaster loops#he can’t believe him but he found enough faith to trust him#while. YES. For the whole story Jazz couldn’t fucking be believed#list e n#Jazz did a lot of things for Prowl#fucktons of big and small gestures to show that yes he likes loves and appreciates Prowl#I’m so happy Prowl is returning this energy#like#remember that scene a while back when Jazz kissed Prowl? Cool cool okay. Did Prowl kiss him? nope. It was one sided gestures#*gesture. That kiss didn’t make me feel like it’s truly something precious because Jazz started it but Prowl didn’t do quite the same#but this👆. This feels so much more important for me. Because Prowl#who is for the whole story was mister I calculate every chance of possible betrayal. Prowl whos entire personality is to trust nobody#Prowl goes. Fuck that I trust you. You feel me?#it wouldn’t be the same if he said I love you. Because love is very much something you don’t have a lot of control over.#but to trust someone? It’s a choice Prowl had to consciously make. You see what I mean? I love it. oh fuck I ran out of tags..
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the lost brother - damian
There is static in his ears.
There is a baby in his arms.
His niece. His niece from a brother dead before he was born. The daughter of Danyal, his mother's greatest regret, the ghost haunting his childhood, the brother he never got to have.
She is so small in his arms. Still. Quiet.
It frightens him, cradling such a fragile life in his arms. He's not good with most people, let alone a baby.
Danyal must have been truly desperate to leave her with him.
"Robin."
The voice makes the world come rushing back into place. Damian moves before he thinks, turning his body to shield his niece from danger, but it's only Red Robin standing before him. He stares, wide eyed, until Red Robin pushes his cowl back and Drake stands before him, expression carefully neutral. He doesn't look at the baby in Damian's arms. He only looks at Damian.
"Robin, come on. The Batmobile is right below us."
Damian hesitates, then follows Drake to the edge of the roof. He takes the fire escape down, landing carefully so he doesn't jostle the baby in his arms, and Drake grapples down a moment later, carefully maintaining the distance between them.
He knows it's to keep Damian from feeling trapped, and he's stupidly grateful, though he'll never say so.
The rest of the family will be a pain to deal with. They will demand answers he doesn't have, invade his space, insist on taking his niece from him. At least Drake is quiet and willing to observe without interference beyond getting them all home.
As promised, the Batmobile waits for them in the alley. Drake holds the door open and Damian slides in, adjusting his niece to make sure she's comfortable. She blinks up at him with dark blue eyes.
How strange. He had expected them to be green.
Drake drives them, speaking in short bursts into his comm. Damian brings a hand up to his own, realising rather belatedly that it's muted. Oracle must have grown annoyed at the barage of questions heading his way and silenced them for him.
He'll have to thank her later, once things have settled down.
For now, all his attention is on his little baby niece. What did Danyal say her name was?
Ellie.
Ellie Ellie Ellie.
She reaches up with a small hand, curious, and Damian offers a finger for her to latch on to. Her grip isn't strong, and her hand is small and barely warm.
He holds her closer for the rest of the ride home.
Father wants to take Ellie away for tests. Damian refuses to let go of her, going as far as leveling a sword at anyone who tries.
Drake is the only one who offers to only draw the barest minimum amount of blood for a DNA test, all while Damian holds her.
This, he accepts.
The others hover in his periphery, muttering amongst themselves, but Damian cares little for their thoughts and judgements. He was given Ellie for the sole purpose of caring for her. He will not fail in his duty. If it comes to it that he has to hide away with Mother for the rest of them to calm down, then he will. Surely she'll want to be involved with her granddaughter.
He'll have to tell her about Danyal, anyways.
Father stays at the computer, watching as the results load. He does not look away from the screen to even greet Ellie.
Damian pushes down his bitterness. He knows well the kind of man Father is, now. This is expected of him.
It's Richard that stays by him, hurrying across the Cave with an armful of diapers and baby clothes.
"I wasn't sure what to get, so I got a bit of everything," he explains, setting everything down on the cot where Damian sits with Ellie. Richard cut his patrol short as soon as Danyal left and made an emergency run to the nearest store with baby supplies, pulling sweatpants and a jacket over his Nightwing suit. The collar of the suit peeks out from beneath his jacket, and Damian is sure that it's only the late hour that kept anyone from asking too many questions while Richard was shopping.
"Thank you," Damian mutters. He sets Ellie down carefully, and she blinks up at him with tired eyes. Her face is round with baby fat, but not by much. "How do I…?"
"I think I know how to change a diaper," Richard offers, already pulling a fresh one out of the pack. He gets a small pack of baby wipes out of his pocket and quickly undoes the diaper on Ellie, wiping her down. Damian watches carefully, committing each step to memory as Richard changes her diaper and makes sure she's comfortable.
They're all out of their depths, Damian realizes. Have any of them actually cared for a baby? Pennyworth might have had some idea, and though he died a few years ago, the loss of him aches sharply even now.
"We'll have to figure out how old she is before we get any food for her," Richard murmurs, reaching out to brush a finger against her cheek. His eyes are soft, sad, and Damian lets out a slow breath, relived to know he can trust Richard with Ellie. "What happened?"
It's the question everyone's been asking him, and Damian has refused to answer each time.
But he will answer Richard.
"I saw a person on the edge of the roof as I patrolled. I went down to bring them to safety. He was… I had an older brother who died before I was born. But I know what he looks like. It was him, on that roof."
"You think he came back to life?"
"He must have. He was placed in a Lazarus Pit, but Mother said it didn't bring him back. Perhaps it just took time."
"What made you think it was him, if you've never met him?"
Damian thinks back. The man on the roof was a few years older than Drake, thin and worn-down. His eyes caught Damian's attention first; al Ghul's have very distinctive eyes, and it seems they both inherited that trait from Mother. Beyond that…
Lazarus Pits have magic in them. They wouldn't be able to do what they did without it. Those revived by Lazarus Pits carry some of it with them; it's not Pit Rage, which fades within an hour, but something else that leaves them on the boundary of inhuman. Damian grew up around the Pits and people who used them. He knows what the magic of the Pits feels like, and he could feel it in Danyal.
"I just knew," Damian answers. "Should Mother ever meet him, she'll be able to tell you the same thing: that was Danyal. And this is his daughter."
"Do you know why he left his daughter with you?"
"He asked if Batman was a good father. If I was safe here. Only then did he give Ellie to me."
"He could have stayed to," Richard says, sadness coloring his tone.
Damian doesn't respond. What could he say? Yes, Danyal could have stayed and joined them. He chose not to, for whatever reason. They have not found him yet, and Damian doubts they will find him any time soon.
Danyal is the first son of Talia al Ghul and Bruce Wayne. He will not be found until he wants to be.
Damian will have to wait until then.
The DNA results come back after eight rounds of testing.
Ellie is indeed Damian's niece.
The closest matches to her in the database are Damian and Bruce, which all but confirms that Danyal is indeed the first blood son of the Bat.
Father stares down at Ellie with an unreadable look on his face. He doesn't try to hold her; Damian doesn't know if he should be grateful for this or not.
"I have another son," he says. "And neither you nor your mother ever told me."
"He was dead," Damian answers, "What use would a dead child be to you? Even I never met him until tonight. He was gone long before I was born."
"He's still my son!"
"He's a stranger," Damian bites back. "Why do you pretend to care now? He has never been a part of our lives before. You won't even hold his daughter."
Father flinches back, just slightly, but it's enough to know that the barb hit. Damian gathers Ellie up into his arms and heads for the stairs. "I will be going to sleep now. Ellie will stay with me. You are welcome to stay down here to search for Danyal, or you can get some rest to join me in shopping for Ellie. I will call Mother. Good night."
The others don't have the decency to wait until he's completely out of the Cave before they begin shouting amongst themselves. Damian clicks his tongue and looks down at Ellie, who's sleeping peacefully.
"Let's hope you grow up to have more sense than them," he says to her.
He lays her on top of the blankets, then curls up next to her. It's a long time before he's able to fall asleep.
Mother calls first thing in the morning. Damian's barely had time to brush his teeth before his phone is ringing, and he has to rush to catch it before the call ends.
"Is it true?" she demands as soon as he answers, "Was it Danyal?"
Damian bites back a curse. He said he'd call her. It would have been best if he had been the one to break the news, rather than anyone else, but it doesn't surprise him that no one listened.
"It's true," he says. "Danyal was in Gotham last night. He left his daughter in my care before disappearing. I was unable to speak to him more."
"How can that be," she says, breathless, "It's been decades since his death. The Lazarus Pit never returned him to me."
"It was him. That's all I know."
There's a pause as his mother gathers her composure. Then she says, "I will be in Gotham in a week. I will not be kept out of my granddaughter's life."
"I will make sure we have a room ready for you."
"Good. Take care, habibi."
The call ends without any other fanfare. Damian drops his head with a sigh and tosses his phone back onto his desk.
On his bed, Ellie is sitting up, watching him curiously.
"You and your father have caused a lot of trouble already," he tells her, and she claps her hands together.
When he goes downstairs, he immediately makes note of Drake and Brown's presence with displeasure. His hopes for a quiet morning are dashed before he even reached the kitchen.
"There you are!" Brown says far too loudly. She bounds up to him, ignoring his scowl, and peers at Ellie. "Hm, I'd guess around nine to eleven months, accounting for FTT and some malnutrition."
"FTT?" he repeats.
"Failure to thrive. If infants aren't care for properly, which includes cuddling, then they just… don't grow as they should. They end up smaller and weaker than is expected for their age."
"I imagine she was not taken care of properly, wherever she was before. She wouldn't have been left with me otherwise."
Brown looks troubled, but she blinks it away and smiles when Ellie reaches up to grab at her nose. "Hello there," she says in a soft voice, "I'm your favorite aunt. Don't forget that, alright! I'm your favorite."
Damian pushes her away. "She has no favorites."
"Not yet, but it'll definitely be me when she does!"
"Don't you have anything better to do than bother me?"
"No. But, in all seriousness, me and Tim are here to help. He gave me a rundown and what happened and I still have a bunch of stuff from my pregnancy classes that can help you. We also got some baby food and milk and formula for the baby, since she'll need to eat and be burped. I can walk you through all of that so you can start getting some experience in baby care."
Ah. He had forgotten that Brown had once been pregnant. That she gave away her own baby.
It must be hard for her to be on the other end of that situation, to watch someone take in a baby whose parent couldn't properly care for her, to muster up a smile and all the information she has to make things better.
"I would… appreciate that, Brown."
"Good! Well, lesson one starts now."
She throws open the door to the kitchen, where Drake is pressing the tip of a feeding bottle against the inside of his wrist. "Come here," he says to Damian. "Hold out a hand."
Curious, Damian does as told, and watches as Drake pressed the warm tip of the bottle against his wrist, where liquid splots out onto his skin. "That's about how warm it should be when you feed her. Here." He presses the bottle into Damian's hands, and it takes some adjustment before he can feed Ellie, who starts off slowly, then with more energy.
Brown tosses a rag over his shoulder, and instructs him on how to burp Ellie once she's finished eating. She coughs up some formula, then settles back into his arms, eyes closing as she begins to doze.
"I'll handle shopping," Drake says. "You need a crib, right? Maybe some toys… Just text me a list, I'll get everything."
"Why are you doing all this?" Damian can't help but ask. "We are not exactly… close."
Drake blinks at him, as though he's confused. "Because a baby is a big responsibility. And just because we don't always get along doesn't mean we're not family. She's my neice too. Doesn't she deserve to have more people in her corner?"
Damian can't argue with that, so he nods and lets Drake go to buy whatever he thinks is necessary. Brown lingers in the kitchen, making breakfast for them both in between sneaking glances at Ellie. Usually being watched so obviously would have him on edge and snappy, but he understands the urge to keep looking; he also can't take his eyes off of Ellie.
For someone so small to go through such hardship already… he doesn't understand how anyone can look at her and not want to keep her safe.
He wonders if anyone is keeping Danyal safe.
As much as he wants to go after Danyal, search for his resurrected brother, Ellie takes priority.
She's the one who's here to stay, after all.
Father doesn't come up from the Batcave all day.
Damian tries not to hate him for it.
He doesn't think he succeeds.
(masterpost for all parts)
#dcxdp#dpxdc#dc x dp#dp x dc#demon brothers#the harmless series#dcxdp fic#my writing#now comes complicated family!!!! hehehehe#yes alfred is dead. this takes place a few years after his death. so damian's around 15 and danny's about 24#this will be explained more later. just know he was in that lab for a very long time.
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when hozier said "if im a pagan of the good times, my lover's the sunlight" and when hozier said "no grave can hold my body down, i'll crawl home to her" and when hozier said "i slithered here from eden just to sit outside your door" and when hozier said "heaven is not fit to house a love like you and i" and when hozier said-
#this man just writes about women like women write about women yk#also yes ive used two of these lyrics as sapphic fic titles#hozier#take me to church#work song#from eden#francesca#unreal unearth#sapphic#lesbian#sarahs having a Lesbian Moment
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Behold, my sappiest (and longest) Lari comic yet, I hope ya'll enjoy some tooth-rottingly sweet fluff UvU
More of me rambling under the cut:
Honestly I was so worried about posting this one, I wrote it when I was really needing some comfort so it turned out very sweet, less humorous than my other shitten stuff, but hey if you've watched and liked my animatic that's what you're here for anyways >:)
As much as I love feral Nari I just love writing him being all soft and chilled out tbh, this cat has been fully domesticated over years of TLC (Tender Lamb Care), I just hope others like it as much as I do too :p
#cult of the lamb#cotl narinder#cotl lamb#cotl oc#cotl shitten#narilamb#true devotion#Collie's Art#Lari#Yes this Nari wasn't an amazing dad but he fixed his relationship with the twins#I have a whole fanfic idea about that ordeal but I have no idea how to write it#lemme just actually get back to writing sfw fics again and maybe i'll get back to that idea#Cotl Marshmallows#Marshmallow Cheeps
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It’s very humbling when you’re reading a book —part of a trilogy, very acclaimed— and the only thing you can think of is ‘the fanfic I read the other day was better’
#like#nothing against the book of course#but I figured out the plot twist about 20 pages in#the chemistry between the MC and the love interest just wasn’t being very chemistry-y#and the plot wasn’t even that great when I compared it to the absolute MASTERPIECE I found on ao3 the other day#yes it was a sterek fic#of course there are books that are very good. this just wasn’t one of them and I struggled understanding why it’s so popular#on reading#patolemus speaks#ao3#fanfic
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Currently thinking about a reader who, while having a full-time job and playing the part of a “real adult” pretty well for the most part, is still kind of lost and pathetic. It feels less like they’re living and more like they’re surviving, getting by on their own with just a cat for company.
Enter John Price, who’s currently on medical leave and just itching for a project. Maybe reader works at a store near his home that he shops at almost every other day, or works at the library where he goes when he needs to get out of the house. Either way, he spots this pretty little thing who clearly needs some love and guidance, preferably from a strong, gentle hand - and who better to do that than him?
Anyways, save me bossy and demanding Price with a savior complex, save me
#this is directly inspired by syoddeye’s barista drabble and ceilidho’s bear!shifter fic#first post and of course it’s about That Man#Also he ends up making reader call him daddy WHO SAID THAT#captain john price#john price#captain john price x reader#john price x reader#f!reader#m!reader#gn!reader#cod x reader#call of duty#cod#yes this is projection on my part because oh my god I just need someone to tell me what to do and take care of the hard stuff for me 🤧#fanfics + other writing
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My Vashwood trans headcanons in diagram form
#writing a fic about them being trans and wanted to get my thoughts in order so here they are#the meows. and their transgenderisms#would vashs excellent healing mean the nipple graft would probably heal well? yes but consider. its funny#considering directing the transgenderism beam at milly and meryl next… i gotta start plotting#trigun#trigun fanart#vash the stampede#nicholas d. wolfwood#vashwood#my art#trans
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I HATE MIRROR MIRROR IM GOIGN TO FROW UP
#this still counts as face practice😋😋😋#IM LITERALLY GOING INSANE ABOUT THEM#star trek#star trek tos#leonard mccoy#doctor mccoy#bones mccoy#how many name variations does he have cmon#spock#mirror spock#SO ANYWAY. I HATE MIRRORVERSE IT UPSETS ME DEEPLY. I DON'T LIKE EVIL#👈niceguy#i mean like yeah im insane insane insane about mirror mirror but the evil fics make me nauseous😋😋#i kinda like it. but anyway#bones is such a creature. ignore spock being even more creature#wait is that spones? it is yes it is btw#spones
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As much as I love (and understand) everyone being wild about Edwin in Port Townsend, you can't tell me that clients don't fall in love with Charles left and right, too.
Have you seen the boy?
The softest, warmest brown eyes you could imagine, surrounded by the longest lashes. A nose so regal it would make Greek sculptors cry with joy. Cheekbones so sharp you could cut a diamond on them. Curls you want to card your fingers through and never stop again. A smile so brillant it could replace the sun.
I'm sure there's an army of people just swooning over Charles back in England.
And Edwin? Edwin would have hated that ever since it happened the first time, but now he knows why it hurts that much when someone calls Charles babe or luv or darling and I am pretty sure that that would make it so much worse.
#dead boy detectives#payneland#painland#paineland#charles rowland#edwin payne#yes i am still unwell about them#surgery is nothing compared to my love for these idiots#and yes i am very slowly writing a fic about edwin being jealous and that's where this is coming from
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just something I randomly thought of that I need to get out of my system
NSFW WARNING!
“Aww, look at his cute little wings fluttering.”
You couldn’t help but laugh at Aventurine’s words from behind you. His strong arms wrapped around your neck, his face leaning close to yours to whisper in your ear. While his thick cock is stuffed into your tight asshole. Meanwhile, Sunday with a look of pure annoyance on his face has his own cock buried deep within your pussy. Sunday had been listening intently to (Y/N)’s moans and gasps only to be interrupted by Aventurine’s grating voice - and to mock him no less.
“Need I remind you Aventurine, that you wouldn’t be here if it weren’t for my generosity. Which now seems like a grave mistake on my part.” Sunday says scoffing then glaring at the man behind you. Aventurine only smiles in response before whispering in your ear. “Looks like feather-head can’t take a little teasing.” You were really trying your hardest to hold back your laughter.
Despite the seriousness of the situation you’re currently in, being fucked by two incredibly handsome men. You couldn’t help but let a giggle slip from your lips at Aventurine’s remark towards Sunday. Whose wings can’t help but flutter at the ecstasy he’s currently feeling.
“Perhaps, I should just kick you out.”
“And have (Y/N) all to yourself? No way.”
#I swear their dynamic is so funny#and yes I was thinking about these two gorgeous men#sunday is this close to strangling him#i was already blushing when I wrote this short thing how the hell would I be able to write a full on smut fic#hsr aventurine#honkai star rail#aventurine honkai star rail#sunday hsr#sunday honkai star rail#aventurine x reader#sunday x reader#sunday hsr x reader#hsr x reader#hsr x you#hsr imagines#hsr scenarios#hsr smut#skipps writes#skipps imagines
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So many writers put so much work into their robot lore and how the robots work and where the components are and meanwhile I'm just like
High research writers with actual notes on how robots work: I both respect and fear you. And most of all love you.
#fnaf sun#Friendship is stored in the robot#That's what all the robot parts are made of. 100% friendship. And a little autism#A lot of autism perhaps#I am a little horrified every time someone says they thought the robot stuff in my fic was accurate in any way#Like I put an enormous amount of thought into it yes but#also I just made it all up. all of it.#I didn't even write it down#it exists purely in the juices of my hyperfixation addled brain#Fake it confidently and no one will notice I guess#If it's consistent within the world it's believable to readers#I live in fear of the day someone who actually knows things about mechanical stuff reads my fic
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