#but these are just mild inconveniences XD

[le-velo-pour-dru]

It's so funny blocking tags for completely harmless things XD Three of my favorite shows have main ships that I just. don't like, so I blocked those tags, which means sometimes I see a post with a blocked tag and expect it to be for gore or nsfw, and it's just Spuffy or something XP

[thatlotuscookie]

👋👋i wanted to request for dabi, when he has a crush on the member of the league (reader) but it's uncomfortable for him so he decided to just be the biggest dick he can be to her. and one day he snaps at her even though failed mission wasn't her fault. and above all she felt so bad physically this day, she was so sick. and her fever or whatever she has is making her feel so bad. and next day she doesn't even appear in league's hideout. and she doesn't appear in next few hours either and when dabi looks for her it turns out she's got a serious sickness when she feels like dying, she can't breathe, she's anxious, her vision gets blurry and all that shit. PLEASE MAKE THIS ONE LONG BECAUSE I'M BORED AND YOU'RE A GREAT WRITER❤️🥺and end it with some hugs, kisses or whatever you feel like ending it with, just fluff

✧･ﾟ: a/n : thank you to the lovely anon that requested this one! its funny cause right now i have the worst headache ever, but im trying to send these reqs <3

✧ Title: ✧ Behind the Walls ✧ ✧ Characters: Dabi x Fem!Reader ✧ Genre: Angst, Fluff, Hurt/Comfort ✧ Rating: T ✧ Summary: After a rough mission, Dabi’s constant criticism has you questioning your worth within the League. When a migraine and fever take you down, Dabi finds himself reluctantly stepping in, his unexpected gentleness hinting at feelings he’s tried to hide for so long. ✧ Content Warnings: Emotional Hurt, Illness/Injury Care, Soft Dabi Moments, Mild Swearing, Vulnerability, Dabi being a dickhead xd ✧ WC: 2162 words // 12k chars

Dabi had a way of turning even the smallest inconvenience into a reason to snap at you. Every time you entered the room, his glare would follow, sharp and dissecting, as if he were daring you to give him a reason to unleash whatever was brewing under his skin. You tried to shrug it off, reminding yourself that he was harsh with everyone—but with you, it felt personal. The jabs cut deeper, lingered longer, especially when you’d worked hard to contribute to the League.

After a particularly challenging mission that had taken a chaotic turn, you returned to the hideout, feeling utterly drained. You’d kept pace with everyone else, even stayed back to hold off a security team that had almost blown the entire operation, but despite your best efforts, the mission hadn’t gone as planned. It wasn’t even your fault—none of it was, in fact. Still, the weight of everyone’s fatigue hung in the air as you walked in, trying to blend into the background and head straight to your quarters for some much-needed rest.

But Dabi wasn’t about to let you off so easily.

“Hey,” his voice cut across the room, dripping with irritation. “Nice job holding us back out there.” He leaned back against the wall, crossing his arms as he leveled you with a stare, his words slicing through the quiet like a knife. “Not like it was important or anything.”

You stopped, feeling the familiar knot form in your stomach as his words washed over you. You knew you hadn’t done anything wrong; in fact, you’d practically saved the mission. But it was like he was looking for any excuse to tear you down, and today, he’d found his opportunity.

“It wasn’t my fault,” you managed, your voice softer than you intended. The dull throb in your head, which had started as a manageable ache, was intensifying, and each syllable felt like it rattled inside your skull. You wanted to keep your composure, to stay calm and collected, but the exhaustion weighed heavily on you, amplifying every ache and pain.

“Oh, so now you’re making excuses?” he sneered, his voice raising just enough to make the others in the room glance your way. “Funny, that’s what people say when they know they messed up.”

You could feel your face heat up, a mix of frustration and hurt swirling together as his words hit home. The pounding in your head became unbearable, the pain radiating behind your eyes as you struggled to keep yourself from lashing back. It was already humiliating enough; you didn’t need to give him the satisfaction of knowing he was getting to you.

“It’s not an excuse,” you said, trying to keep your tone steady, but your voice wavered despite your efforts. “I stayed back to cover everyone, and you know it.”

Dabi scoffed, rolling his eyes as if your words were nothing but empty air. “Sure, whatever you say, hero. Maybe next time, do us all a favor and stay out of the way if you’re not up for it.”

That was the last straw. You turned away, blinking back the tears that threatened to spill over as you left the room, your vision blurring not just from exhaustion but from the sting of his cutting words. The tension in your head exploded into a full-on migraine, each heartbeat sending a sharp pulse of pain through your temples as you stumbled back to your quarters.

Curling up on the bed, you couldn’t hold back the silent tears that finally escaped. You felt feverish, your body heavy and weighed down as you lay there, the ache in your head growing worse with each passing moment. Dabi’s voice echoed in your mind, the harshness in his words replaying in a loop that made it impossible to find any comfort in the quiet of your room.

You lost track of time as you lay curled up in your bed, cocooned in your blankets. The world outside felt distant and muted, the sounds of the hideout fading away as your headache intensified. The pounding in your skull grew sharper, almost rhythmic, and a wave of nausea rolled through you, leaving you breathless. You pulled the blanket tighter around yourself, hoping to block out the chill that seemed to seep into your bones.

As the hours passed, you drifted in and out of sleep, the comfort of unconsciousness momentarily easing the pain before it came crashing back. Each time you stirred, you felt the remnants of your fever—your skin hot and clammy, the bed beneath you soaking up your discomfort. You had no idea how long it had been since you last left your room, but eventually, the noise of the League’s activities began to fade into a more oppressive silence. You’d missed dinner, and the absence of the usual bustling energy in the hideout felt eerily wrong.

But it was when you heard footsteps approaching your door that a cold shiver of anxiety shot through you. You didn’t want to see anyone, especially not Dabi. You didn’t want to face him again, especially after everything that had transpired. But when the footsteps stopped, a knock broke through the quiet.

“Hey, you in there?” Dabi’s voice cut through the stillness, low and slightly muffled. There was a pause before he continued, “You gonna just hide in here all night?”

You squeezed your eyes shut, wishing desperately that you could disappear. “I’m fine,” you managed to call out, but even to your own ears, you sounded weak.

“Yeah, you don’t sound fine,” he shot back, the irritation in his tone mixed with something else that you couldn’t quite place. “Open the door.”

Against your better judgment, you found yourself pushing off the blankets, each movement sending waves of nausea crashing against you. You tried to take a steadying breath, but the tightness in your chest made it difficult, leaving you feeling more anxious than ever. With a reluctant sigh, you got up and opened the door just a crack, barely able to look him in the eye.

Dabi stood there, his arms crossed, the annoyance on his face quickly morphing into a frown as he assessed you. His eyes widened slightly, the harsh lines of his expression softening as he took in your flushed cheeks and the way you swayed slightly on your feet.

“You look like shit,” he muttered, the bluntness of his words a strange juxtaposition to the concern creeping into his voice.

“I feel worse,” you admitted, letting the door open wider as you leaned against the frame for support. “What do you want?”

“Doesn’t matter. I’m coming in.” Without waiting for a response, he pushed the door open further and stepped inside, his presence filling the room. You felt a mix of annoyance and vulnerability, not sure how to process the sudden shift in his demeanor.

He scanned the room, his eyes landing on the disheveled sheets and the empty space beside you. “You’ve been in bed all day. Why didn’t you come out? Everyone’s worried about you.”

His voice held a note of genuine concern that caught you off guard. You swallowed hard, fighting back the lump forming in your throat. “I didn’t want to deal with anyone,” you admitted, the words tumbling out before you could stop them. “Especially you.”

“Yeah, well, too bad.” He moved closer, his gaze never leaving your face as he reached out, his fingers brushing against your forehead. “You’re burning up. What the hell is wrong with you?”

You flinched at the sudden contact, but his touch was surprisingly gentle. “I think I have a fever,” you said, your voice barely above a whisper. “I just need to rest.”

“Rest isn’t going to help if you’re sick.” Dabi sighed, raking a hand through his hair in frustration. “Look, I know I’ve been a dick, but—”

“Yeah, you have,” you cut in, your voice sharper than you intended. “I didn’t deserve that today, Dabi.”

He ran a hand down his face, exhaling slowly as he took a moment to gather his thoughts. “I know,” he finally said, his tone softer now. “I’m… sorry. I don’t know how to deal with this, okay? I don’t do feelings.”

His admission hung heavy in the air, and you felt the tension between you begin to ease slightly. “You could’ve just talked to me instead of being an asshole,” you replied, a little more gently this time.

Dabi nodded, the irritation on his face replaced with a somber expression. “I get it. I messed up. But right now, you need help.”

Before you could respond, he stepped back and grabbed the blanket, folding it over his arm. “Get back in bed.” It was an order, but it felt more like concern, and you found yourself obeying, fatigue washing over you as you settled back under the covers.

He sat down on the edge of the bed, his weight shifting the mattress slightly, and you felt a mixture of comfort and unease at his proximity. You watched him, his expression thoughtful as he looked at you, seemingly wrestling with his emotions.

“Just—just stay still for a second, okay?” He reached out again, his hand finding your forehead once more, his fingers cool against your skin. “You’re burning up. I can’t believe you let yourself get this bad.”

“Like I had a choice,” you muttered, your voice tinged with frustration. “I thought I could tough it out.”

“Clearly that didn’t work,” he said, a hint of a smile tugging at his lips, but it quickly faded. “You need to take it easy. I’ll get you some water or something.”

Before you could respond, he stood up, moving toward the small kitchenette in the corner of your room. You watched him rummage through the cabinets, grabbing a glass and filling it with water from the sink. The sight of him, so focused and intent, made your heart race in a way that had nothing to do with your illness.

When he returned, he handed you the glass with an unexpected gentleness, his expression softening as you took a sip. “Drink,” he insisted, watching you carefully. “You need to stay hydrated.”

You nodded, the cool water soothing your dry throat as you gulped it down. As you set the glass aside, you caught a glimpse of the concern etched on his features, something almost tender that made your stomach flip.

“Thanks,” you said, your voice quieter now as you met his gaze.

Dabi shrugged, his usual bravado faltering for just a moment. “Whatever. I just don’t want you to die on me. You’re too useful to the League for that.”

A soft laugh escaped your lips, a little incredulous, but it felt good. “You really know how to charm a person, Dabi.”

“Yeah, I’m a real charmer,” he replied, rolling his eyes. But the corners of his mouth twitched upward, betraying the faintest hint of a smile.

You both fell into a comfortable silence, the tension easing as you allowed the moment to settle. Despite the heaviness in your chest and the throbbing in your head, you felt a warmth creeping in, a connection blooming in the quiet space between you.

“What did I do to make you mad today?” you asked suddenly, breaking the silence. “Was it something I said?”

He shifted slightly, the laughter fading from his eyes as he contemplated your question. “It’s not about you. It’s—” He sighed, running a hand through his hair again. “It’s me. I just don’t want anyone to see that I care. I thought being a dick would keep you away, but it only pushed you closer.”

“Why do you care so much?” you probed, trying to understand the whirlwind of emotions swirling within him.

Dabi met your gaze, and for a brief moment, vulnerability flickered behind his usually guarded eyes. “Because you matter. And I don’t want to lose you.”

His honesty hung in the air, leaving you momentarily speechless. You hadn’t expected such a revelation, especially from someone who had built their walls so high. “Dabi—”

Before you could finish, he reached out, taking your hand in his, his grip surprisingly gentle. “I know I’m not the best at this, but just—just let me be here for you. I want to help, even if I don’t know how.”

Your heart raced, warmth blooming in your chest as his fingers intertwined with yours. “I’d like that,” you admitted, the sincerity of your words breaking through the fatigue that clung to you.

“Good,” he said, a smirk creeping back onto his face. “Now, let’s get you better. I’m not done with you yet.”

As you leaned back against the pillows, a sense of calm washed over you. Dabi might not have been perfect, but in that moment, he was there for you, a presence that grounded you as the ache in your head gradually faded, replaced by the warmth of his closeness and the promise of something more.

[littlerainbowsheltie]

Just a mild inconvenience xD

[where-are-the-spooky-gays-2]

hi 🐸 I see your sax Virgil and I raise you (as someone who was in band for two years, played saxophone, horribly sucked at it, became a choir kid, has a brother that's played sax in bands for like 10 years) that he's also a flute player. Flute feels mild and inconvenient which is what I can see him picking — HOWEVER I do like sax Virgil. I will add to it.

Virgil showing up in concert black but with visible piercings. Bro did not listen to his band teacher about the piercing rule (maybe that's just my school's band teacher) (also sorry I have to base this on middle/high school band it's all I know). He has a solo. He fucking kills his solo. Got that solo that makes the three white dudes cry on the edge of the stage (please tell me anyone gets what I'm referencing).

And now.

And now.

Percussion Remus. Or trumpet. Picture the most annoying ass instrument /jjjjjjjj I want this man to make noise and go :[D !! over it. Go BRBRBRBRRR into his instrument and it makes a horrible screeching noise and he just :[DDDD so happy over it.

Anyway this wasn't me disagreeing I just like mentioning my band headcanons too :3 it's funny to imagine Virgil riffing on a fucking flute and Remus like "damn what else can that mouth do :[0" before promptly being smacked by the nearest person

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OOOOH!!! I L O V E Vee absolutely shredding it on the Flute!!! Ree would be annoying as shit with a Trumpet or Tuba and be happy about it and y'know what as he S H O U L D if he's trying to get with the Emo Flute player XD /light hearted

[angelcloves]

So, was Hunter hit with the hex of everlasting sniffles or something? Lol, poor sad but bad boy. Headcolds are the worst, but a headcold without a probable end would be devastating.

Also of note: When mention was made of Hunter dressed up in civvies and a paper mask, my mind immediately pictured his owl mask from Halloween and I wondered why he would be wearing something like that. I came to the conclusion that he must feel so embarrassed to have to ask Eda for help that he had to hide his face to pluck up the courage to do it.

XD I only realized that you must've meant a face mask when Hunter mentioned not knowing if he was contagious. So thanks for that.

it probably would have gone away on its own (its not like he has much magic bile for a hex to feed off of without maintenance from a caster. although maybe lacking magic of his own might have prolonged it. like bile serves as a magic immune response or something?) but it was meant to keep him weak and unable to enforce the law as effectively as before. a mild inconvenience to slow him down enough for people to get away from things but benign enough to not warrant urgent treatment as a hex. i doubt whoever cast it on him knew they just made a sixteen year old boy absolutely miserable for the next few weeks

but our boy is PANDEMIC SAFE. hes not spreading his germies if he can help it. also it helps that saying hes sick and going to see a healer gives him a good reason to keep his identity concealed if he gets stopped on the street by anyone. not that thats going to happen but he doesnt have a frame of reference for these kinds of things

[the-sky-queen]

I bet that Eggman has kidnapped Wilder and Wilder has mildly inconvenienced Eggman multiple times just to be annoying and Eggman want to know how this kid escapes cause he literally has no clue how to contain that little ball of chaos

This has absolutely happened. XD Wilder makes it his personal mission to be the biggest pain in the butt that he can possibly be. He's a master of escape and mild inconveniences XD

[arrancxr]

What are the Espada's A/B/O dynamics? I love how you write that AU so I'm happy it's coming to this blog!

I'll do just the Espada for now, but y'all need to ask about the other Arrancar too~ XD

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Starrk — Alpha: A very, very miserable Alpha who has BAD caretaker instincts but no outlet for it whatsoever. This makes him even more depressed, as the loneliness is coupled with a biological drive to be close to people that he can do nothing to fulfill.

Lilynette — Alpha: The same as Starrk, obviously... but more of the aggressive type. She and Starrk tend to fuss over each other quite a bit (for lack of a better outlet), but Lilynette is very bad at being gentle, even with someone who's literally a part of herself.

Barragan — Beta: And he finds Alphas and Omegas to be pathetic slaves to their instincts! Barragan definitely has a sense of superiority about his dynamic. He's somewhat more Alpha-like, but the interpersonal instincts don't hit him anywhere near as hard.

Halibel — Alpha: Considering how she treats her Fraccion, it fits perfectly. She's definitely a protector sort, and keeping the three of them around does a lot of very good things for her mental state... even though none of them fully understand why that is.

Ulquiorra — Omega: He's the prickliest, most bitter Omega you can imagine. He refuses to even acknowledge his dynamic and insists that it means nothing and has no impact on his behavior. Really, he's just extra grouchy because he never lets himself have nice things.

Nnoitra — Alpha: The most miserable Alpha of all! With all of Nnoitra's issues, this dynamic is utter torture for him. He insists that Alphas are the best because they're the strongest... while still taking out his instincts on Tesla in his own weird, violent sort of way.

Grimmjow — Omega: And he refuses to let it stop him from being an aggressive little shit. Aside from the occasional efforts of his Fraccion to look after him, he just plain tunes out his instincts and does what he pleases. That said, there are parts of him that just want to relax.

Zommari — Beta: One of the more neutral ones, for sure. He doesn't show particularly strong instincts in either direction and mostly just watches the chaos of the Arrancar around him with mild horror. In his cycles, though, he can be swayed either way thanks to the hormones.

Szayel — Omega: He keeps himself on self-made, high-grade suppressants so he never gets Heats. They also make it so very few people can even tell what dynamic he is. Overall, he finds that part of himself to be highly inconvenient... and scarier than he'll admit.

Aaroniero — ???: Because of his screwed-up biology, it's impossible to tell what he is. He gets weird, erratic instincts that pull him between extremes at rapid, awful speeds, though, and his cycles are a confusing pile of misery that makes no sense to anyone.

[heniareth]

For the romance asks, 1, 5, 7, and/or 11! For astala and our favorite crow, of course. 😁

Helloooooo ^^ Always happy to talk about Astala and our favorite (favoritest) Crow.

1. What drew your character to their LI and vice versa?

For Zevran, initially, it was the fact that he could ask Astala for things and receive them, no manipulation required, no strings attached. He started asking for ridiculously small things: some salt to add at least a bit of flavor to his food, ingredients for a more exotic poison, stuff like that. When he sees that that's okay, he gets bolder and asks for bigger stuff, until the requests get pretty personal all on their own: a day off so he might take care of something; some company when he's feeling lonely; some help with a wound. Things like that. Every time he asks for something he's half expecting the "yes, but", but it never comes. At first it frightens him, because he doesn't know what to expect, and then it intrigues him and he makes it his personal mission to find the limit of what Astala will give him.

For Astala meanwhile, it's obviously his personality, his charm and his looks, but also the fact that he doesn't expect anything from her. It's extremely refreshing when everybody else seems to expect something from her. It's also extremely disarming because he has no stake in this adventure (other than keeping safe from the Crows) and yet he follows everywhere, through the most harebrained plans, and into the most dangerous situations. This is why she regards him as the bravest person she's ever known, because no matter what she does, Zevran is right there with her.

5. How do they comfort each other when they are sad?

When Astala is sad, Zevran knows to keep her company. Sometimes he tells her funny stories and jokes around to cheer her up, sometimes they talk over whatever is making her sad, other times he keeps quiet because silence is what's needed at the moment. If they are apart, his letters become much longer and he tries his best to write things that will cheer her up.

When Zevran is sad, Astala makes sure he knows she loves him. This can take many forms: a kiss to the temple, some quiet company, a love letter, some food stuff that he's particularly fond of... If they are far apart and he's sad, well, she often finds it difficult to write down the right words. But she puts extra details in her letters, goes so far as to try and include drawings (which she's not that good at) or send something nice and lightweight.

7. Favorite date activity?

Hunting darkspawn brings up such fond memories XD XD XD

Jokes aside, they like to go out and explore. Visit some place they haven't seen before or don't know well, mingle with the people, try and guess where assassinations might've taken place and what kinds of secrets the butcher around the corner might be hiding. They have had dates on rooftops and on an aqueduct once, as a result. They do the same thing when they're in the company of nobles, either at the Landsmeet or at a good old regular get-together of the local aristocracy. They try to suss out secrets and judge everybody's sense of fashion just for the fun of it. And most times, they end up having a nice dinner somewhere small and private afterwards

11. Do they have any inside jokes?

Technically? Oh yes! Have I come up with them? No, not yet ^^’ Apart from this one! As of today, because of @wild-houseplant s absolutely lovely snippet (WHICH I’M STILL SCREAMING INTERNALLY ABOUT) they will, whenever a mild inconvenience disturbs their blissful marital life, blame it on the fact that Shianni made them see each other before their wedding. Everybody knows it’s bad luck, Shianni!

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Thank you very much for the asks ^^ Sorry for the delay, I also still have your word prompts, which I haven't forgotten, promise. I hope you're having a great day and you enjoyed these!! Se you around ^^

[blackkatmagic]

I was going through my bookmarked list of “Comfort Fics,” and I realized that out of the 100+ that I have saved, your fics comprise about 70-80 of them, and 20 of those happen to be just the Hawks verse, so thank you so much for putting your incredible work out here into the world! There’s never enough things that can bring comfort during a bad day, and shine some light, but your beautiful words are absolutely magical. I hope you have an incredible rest of your week, Kat 🥰

💗💗💗

And because you sent this just as I'm working on a hawks 'verse fic, have a snippet. xD

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“Back already?” Neyo asks, just snapping Wac’s collar on as a particularly strong gust of wind practically blows Rex into the house.

“Delivery got cancelled,” Rex says. “Power lines down between us and town. You’re going out in this? It’s pouring.”

Neyo rolls his eyes. “That professor has a house down the road a few miles,” he says. “His generator’s not working. I said I’d look at it, so he’s coming to pick me up.”

That professor, Rex thinks, amused. Like he hasn’t been texting Mace constantly for the last three days. Their date went well, apparently. “Spending the night?” he asks, keeping his voice carefully mild, and doesn’t glance at the bag sitting by the door.

Neyo scoffs, snapping Wac’s leash on as the shepherd wiggles. “Mind your own business,” he retorts. “Found Dad yet?”

“I haven’t been looking,” Rex says with perfect honesty, and Neyo snorts in amusement and straightens.

“He’ll turn up at the most inconvenient time possible,” he says, and Rex grimaces in agreement.

“With another kid, probably,” he agrees. Pauses, and then asks, “Seen Jon?”

Neyo shakes his head. “Not this morning. Door was still closed when I came down, though.”

Rex frowns a little, because Jon's usually not an earlyriser unless he has things planned, but he’s generally up well before noon, and it’s getting late. “Thanks,” he says, and then, “Use protection.”

Neyo flips him off, grabs his bag, and then bangs out the front door. The dramatic exit is somewhat ruined by the wind, which howls hard enough that Neyo has to strain to shut the door after him, and then entirelyruined by Wac, who takes one look at the little electric car just pulling into the circular driveway and bolts, barking happily. Neyo yelps, the leash looped around his boots pulling tight, and hits the porch on his ass as Wac bounds towards Neyo's new boyfriend, dragging Neyo down the stairs before the leash finally comes free. At the same moment, Mace slides out of the car, looking alarmed, and is promptly bowled over by Wac, who flattens him right into the gravel. Neyo takes one look at the scene and groans, still sprawled halfway down the stairs with his head in a potted plant. Not hurt, clearly, but definitely suffering.

Rex wouldn’t be a little brother if he didn’t laugh in Neyo's face and slam the door shut.

He’s still snickering to himself when he strips out of his wet clothes and boots and climbs the stairs, more than ready to see Jon. He’d had to leave early to take Jesse to Jaster's for lessons, and seeing Jaster always ends up resulting in ten more errands and a talk over coffee, which Rex hardly objects to.

He hadn’t told Jaster about dating Jon. From what Jon's said, he and Jaster are friends, and he’s Rex's grandfather, but—that seems like the sort of revelation that should come from both of them at the same time. Or at least one they should talk about first.

Talking is going to have to wait, though. When Rex makes his way upstairs, Jon's door is still closed, just the way it was when Rex left this morning, and Rex frowns a little. Jon usually leaves it open if he goes out, and he’d said yesterday that he had no plans, but—maybe something changed. Worried despite himself, Rex pauses outside the door for a long moment, then raises a fist and knocks lightly.

[strange-aus-and-crossovers]

every of your hater now will receive a box of angry bees in their mouth and pants 🐝 0w0

Awww nooo. I appreciate the defense but I don't have any haters. And also what if there's a kiddo around the area with all the bees? Just mildly inconvenience the haters. They can't get mad at anyone. Like their car needing gas and the pumps are all full. Or their shoe laces break.

Mild inconvenience. Keeps you from getting atrrested XD

[daybreak-academy-fanfic]

KH OC Week: Day 4

Original Prompt: Sacrifice/Alternate Universe

Summary: Day 4 of @khoc-week allows me to steal from @chibi-mushroom‘s Dragon Age AU for the kingdom Hearts series. This one’s placed near the events of the second main Dragon Age game. And, because it focuses on both Anora and Sabrina, it gets to be twice as long as the other drabbles for this week. Yay! xD

Word Count: 1,278

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Lady Sabi was well aware that she had messed up, thank you. This still wasn’t as bad as her first Orlesian party, though. Compared to that, this was just a mild inconvenience at best. However, it would have been nice if she had been able to see straight. She just needed to get to a certain space. Then she’d be able to treat herself to something that could subdue the effects of the poison. She just had to stay calm.

“Hello there!” a voice called out from some flower field she was passing. “Are you lost?”

So much for laying low. Maybe if she kept going, they’d ignore her.

“Ma’am are you alright? You look really pale.”

Just keep going, just a little further…

“Hey,” this stupidly persistent person said, putting a hand on her shoulder. Geez, how’d they get there so fast? Their orange-red hair was rather distracting... “Are you alright?”

She opened her mouth to say something, but before anything could come out, the world went dark.

The next time she woke up, she was in a soft bed and her head was pounding in her skull.

“Oh, she’s coming to! Anora go… go get some more herbs. She can’t see you doing... you know…”

Sabrina was able to see some kind of green light before it dimmed, then a shuffle to indicate that someone had left. When her eyes were focused enough, Sabrina found that she was in a bedroom with a softly smiling carrot-redhead looking at her.

“Hello sweetie.” the woman greeted in a gentle voice. “My name is Strelitzia.”

Sabrina looked over the woman in contempt.

“I don’t need help.” the girl spat as she tried to get up. A sharp pain near her stomach made her lay down again.

“You were poisoned!” Strelitzia remarked, almost in fearful wonder. “If you don’t take this, then you have a very good chance of dying before twilight.”

“Good.”

Strelitzia watched rather helplessly as Sabrina tried to get up again, and was once more stopped by a sharp pain. The door to the room opened, allowing a girl a bit younger than Strelitzia with raspberry-pink hair to come through. She was holding a tray filled with various herbs, some charcoal, plant roots, a cup of water, and a mortar and pestle set. She offered Sabrina a small smile, but the girl’s scowl easily made her look away again. Strelitzia took the scowl to mean a rejection for the potential help.

“Please,” she once more offered, “We only want to help you.”

The word ‘help’ made her feel more nauseous than the poison entering her bloodstream right about now. Moreover, if she hadn’t indulged that double crosser back in Starkhaven with a drink, she likely wouldn’t be poisoned right now either. If she did die here, she knew for a fact that Ortensia would come bursting through the Veil just to admonish her. Stupid moms. The kind ones never let you die before them.

“Fine.” the child grumbled. “I’ll take your antidote. If you think you have one.”

“Great.” Strelitzia cheered, giving a little clap of her hands. “Anora will get everything ready. In the meantime, do you have any family?”

Sabrina looked away from Strelitzia- her expression darkening. “My brother’s in Kirkwall.” she told them.

“Perfect! I’ll send a letter out to him right away. I’m sure he’s very worried about you- I know my brother would be.”

The child growled just low enough so Strelitzia couldn’t hear. As Strelitzia left, she made it more than obvious that she was blocking Sabrina’s view of what Anora was doing. She disguised it with some small talk about dinner, but all the cover ups in the world didn’t stop Sabrina from noticing a small flame underneath the water cup that had not been there before. The pink haired woman extinguished it the moment Strelitzia moved again. It would have been a pretty well rehearsed act that would have gone undetected to the untrained eye. Of course, Sabrina was a young, tenacious bard. She saw a lot of things people usually brushed off.

Sabrina watched with a critical eye as the pink haired woman carefully measured and mixed ingredients into the mortar. The woman gave a faint movement as if she was going to do something, but quickly stopped herself before she could. Only once or twice had Sabrina seen someone else make a very similar gesture. The reason for that was simple; it meant that the particular person had a certain trait about them that was getting more ‘regulated’ by the day. By the time Anora had fully completed the detox potion, Sabrina had already come to her conclusion.

“You’re a mage, aren’t you?”

Sabrina watched, unflinchingly, as the pink hair girl nearly dropped the water cup now containing the antidote. It was a bit surprising that she had a quick recovery, though. Anora handed the cup to Sabrina with a small smile on her face. Sabrina took it, but gave Anora a suspicious side glance.

Why wasn’t she saying anything? A mute, maybe? Usually when you accuse someone of being a mage, they either get super mad or quickly plead for you to keep it a secret. This wallflower didn’t do either; instead, she looked almost embarrassed. Like a child who had taken something that they weren’t supposed to, but had good intentions on why they took it. Anora took a careful seat near Sabrina, still smiling that small, rather awkward, smile.

“You are very observant.” Anora finally said. Her voice was small and earthy- easily unheard if you weren’t expecting it.

“You could say that I’m good with puzzles.” the young bard agreed with a tilt of her chin. She looked at the water cup before taking a single swing of the antidote. It immediately made her exhausted. That was good- it meant it was working. However, if she was going to get questions out of the mage before Strelitzia tried to censor everything, she had to make it fast.

“You know you’re an apostate hiding out here. If I was a Templar, you’d be screwed.”

Anora flinched. So she was aware of her status. Interesting.

“Why are you even here?” the child asked. She watched as Anora’s face looked to go through the five stages of grief. Sabrina just cocked an eyebrow.

“I lost my memory.” Anora finally admitted. “Strelitzia takes care of me, and I have a teacher who comes by to make sure I can control my abilities.”

“Why not go out to find them, then? Your memories. Why stay here and make everyone cater to you hand and foot?”

“I… I’m safe here.”

“You’re sacrificing who you are by doing so. Sacrificing who you were. Doesn’t that bother you?”

Anora had never once thought to question it. Or perhaps she was more unsettled by this child’s wisdom. She looked over the girl and recognized something in her eye that reminded her of someone else. Someone with a funny looking hat and an even weirder pet…

Sabrina let out a rather annoyed groan as she laid back on the bed. She was letting the antidote lull her into sleep now. Being vulnerable was the worst thing in the world, right next to relying on others. That was her sacrifice during all this, and the sooner she got better, the sooner she could leave again.

The mage got up again. She carefully placed a blanket over Sabrina’s semi-conscious form, then did a quick pass over with some curative magic. She really hoped the girl would be staying for a bit longer after she was healed. She had given Anora a lot to think about.

[iamvegorott]

Dark: Hm. This is a mild inconvenience

*shirt disappears in a puff of smoke* 

Dark: This does not help

Anti: I don’t know, seems like the situation just got a whole lot better

HAH!

I love this! XD

[grievouscollection]

Every time I read back over my current WIP, I crack up a little

"Explosive or otherwise inconvenient" is just so... it's like, I just imagine Obi-Wan surrounded by explosions as Grievous runs away and he's just like "oh great, a mild inconvenience" XD who wrote this

(It was me. I wrote this.)

[chokememrstark]

Hope that anon realizes that telling someone to end their life makes them far worse than someone who ships fictional characters (& tags their content. Like why are you lurking in the tag anon?) Anywho, hope that cold isn't too bad! You'll be missed!

It sadly just so happens that some people value the well-being of fictional characters and their supposed rights over the life of actual human beings that, you know, are real. To be honest, I'd rather have them go off on me than on someone who might listen to their disgusting words because at most, they're a mild inconvenience for me or provide me with a laugh. I'm not taking their bullshit to heart or even serious anymore because I know they're just sad cowards hiding behind anon to harass and bully people, they don't deserve to be taken seriously.

If you go out if your way and try to hurt people by telling them things like that, you are literally the worst and not worth a second thought, in my opinion. So yeah, usually I ignore them, but sometimes it's fun taking the piss out of them 🤷🏼‍♀️

And thank you, darling 💚 I do hope it'll get better soon, just so nasty when you feel like a train ran over you xD But I'm fine, or will be, so no worries.

[dragomer]

So, I see a few ways Azula and Zuko can get together in this au, but I'll opt for the funniest option: they hook up as a last resort to stop their parents from getting together, like before the wedding night, the just go "fuck it" and do it in a place they know they'll get caught. And when they get caught their parents reactions are vastly different: poor Ursa is so traumatized that she just stand there and doesn't even scold them. 1/2

Meanwhile Ozai treats it as a mild inconvenience and is like: I hope whatever this is doesn't leave the house, because if I have to spent another night trying to get shady videos of the internet you both would have to start looking for a new family." Ursa is still weirded out by the situation but Ozai conveniences her to leave it alone cause at least their children will leave them alone now. 2/3

Zuko and Azula vet very embarrassed by the whole situation but get over themselves quickly because believe it or not this isn't the craziest stuff they've done in order to split their parents. Eventually they admit defeat and have the whole "Hey, may be being around you isn't so bad after all!" Actually, at that point in time they're practically attached at hip and want to be in each others lives but would rather die than admit that. 3/3

I really like your idea! And that’s the same option I went for XD.

Don’t hesitate to tell me the other ways you came up with, I’m interested too.

Ozai be like “Hey, at least the others at the ‘overly rich pricks club’ will stop mocking me for not having incest in my family tree unlike them” to a shocked Ursa.

Yeah, their reaction is pretty similar to in my own response ‘at least not more fighting now!’, what they haven’t planned is now they’ll have to deal with all the moaning and banging instead.

Now I want to know the craziest thing they did TBH.

‘and have the whole "Hey, may be being around you isn't so bad after all!" Actually, at that point in time they're practically attached at hip and want to be in each others lives but would rather die than admit that. ‘ SO CUTE, I’m dying! I love it!

Thanks for the ask and the great AU, keep going with that kind of stuff! ^^

[leobashi]

JJ: demon of silence. Hear no evil speak no evil, see no evil. Henrik: demon of sickness and of medical malpractice. Jackie: demon of wrath and injustice. Anti: demon king who likes to mess with people. Demon of fear. Robbie: Demon of mild inconveniences.

Pffff mild inconveniences XD a truly horrible demon, always there and always pushing you, to your limits. He may sound like a joke, but he can see the effects of what he does, watch the butterfly effect take you down and make you crumble. He uses the mildness as his cover, but he is the straw that breaks the camel’s back and suddenly you can’t take it anymore. You become so frustrated and angry. The day hasn’t gone right at all but it’s only the small things. Why does it frustrate you so? Do you have a right to be so frustrated? That is what Robbie preys upon

Wait I just realized Marvin’s not on the list D:

What would he be the demon of? Maybe he’s the trickster or illusionist. He has shapeshifting abilities, but he also makes contracts and preys on the fact that people don’t read the fine print. He tricks them into giving up their souls.