#hifl drabble

[thevoltagekat]

Drabble requests?

fuck it. I'm going to write for Lovestruck routes again.

I'm the most familiar w HIFL, EAA, and GIL. But if someone has another request I may be able to ask around for synopsizes of the characters/story.

Disclaimer: I am rusty. I am also very busy in my professional life.

[megatraven]

Whoops, I forgot the word. 😭

Mackenzie, Honeymoon.

LOL bless you so much, no worries <3 (and im guessing u meant mackenzie x mc lol)

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The truck splutters and jumps as they drive into the city for their honeymoon, a little magic keeping the old thing running. It's far from the most romantic of rides, but it's theirs, and riding the high from their wedding means they couldn't care less about where they are just then, so long as they're together.

And, lucky for them, they are.

Mackenzie's hand reaches over the truck's console, holding MC's. She squeezes it, and MC squeezes back, turning her smile to her wife.

When she giggles, Mackenzie raises an eyebrow, and can't help sparing the glance over.

"Sorry, it's just-" she laughs, a little disbelievingly- "you're my wife. You're my wife! And I'm yours!"

Mac smiles wide at that, the giddiness making its way through her. She'd already been thinking of MC as her wife, ever since the mate-bonding ceremony that tied them together for life. But now it was official, and she could feel the familiar excitement setting in. It was the same feeling she felt when she proposed, the same feeling she felt during the mate-bonding, the same feeling she felt when MC had walked down the aisle to her...

It's one of her favorite feelings in the world.

"That's right, wife," she says, a little teasingly, a lot adoringly. "And we have a long time to get used to it."

MC snorts, rolling her eyes.

"Hah! I don't think I'll ever get used to it. Ask me a hundred years down the line and I'll say it still makes me giddy."

Mac brings their hands up, and kisses MC on the finger bearing her wedding band.

"Yeah... me, too."

[ice-wife]

Those prompts sounds very...het LMAO. How about 95 (Mackenzie x MC), or 66 (Helena x MC)? Thank you

Honestly they really do. Okay so I’m going to post the Helena one separately later (I will write it, promise.) Because I know just because someone is interested in one character doesn’t mean they’re interested in the other. So. Mac here; Helena later. :)

Mackenzie x MC

Prompt: 95 “Have I mentioned I fucking hate Halloween”

Word count: 347_____________I may have gone a little overboard on how much candy I bought. I stare at the four bags of family size variety candy sitting on our kitchen counter. Okay, I definitely went overboard, considering how tiny Havenfall is. But it was buy one get one and we all know I’m going to be eating most of it anyway.

Mackenzie walked into the kitchen, sees the buttload of candy on the counter and just lets out a long sigh. “Have I mentioned, I fucking hate Halloween.”

I stare, flabbergasted and appalled. “Um, Halloween is hands down the best holiday ever. You get to dress up, and eat candy, and the kids are super adorable in their costumes.”

She stares at me flatly. “And JD gets up to their antics, and I’m inevitably called in to take care of them. It’s just a day of more work for me.”

I concede her point, even if I still think Halloween is the best. Mac is dressed in her uniform, having refused a costume for when the call complaining about JD comes in and she has to hall ass across town to stop them from setting fire to whatever thing they’ve decided needs to be fucked up this time.

I, on the other hand, am enjoying the fact that I get to dress up, and have opted to go as Waverly Earp this year. Mackenzie is Nicole, because it just makes things easier. I forced her to wear the hat.

Twenty minutes after I’m dressed up, our first little monsters show up for candy. “Trick or treat!”

There’s a princess, a cowboy, and a little boy dressed as a werewolf. When I drop the candy into his plastic pumpkin he howls a thank you. As I close the door, I turn and look at Mackenzie who’s behind me.

“Tell me that little boy isn’t the cutest fucking thing in the world. Tell me and I’ll let you hate Halloween.”

She hesitates before finally grumbling out, “Alright, so Halloween isn’t that bad.” She gets nothing but my smug smile in response.

[rahimnassar]

You mentioned soul mate aus and I thought if you could write this one I saw that you are marked with the your soul mates last words after you first meet them? For Diego please 🙏🙏🙏🙏

listen, nobody, I repeat, nobody can boo me about making diego suffer when y’all send me prompts like these. btw, I love this plot, thnx. 

under the cut because it’s kinda long. 1k words long. help, it was meant to be just a small drabble.

Your fingers tapped the old, worn-out wood table in a crescent rhythm, mimicking the growing anxiety in your nerves. You had to get to work in a couple of minutes, and your sister’s doctor was insultingly late for her appointment.

He was the new doctor, the only doctor in this hell hole of town since the last moved away, you never needed him before this, and as much as you understood he was just one person to help many in need, you also couldn’t help but get more and more stressed by each passing minute. What does he have in mind? Does he think he’s the only one who needs to work in this cursed world??

You repressed a growl, hearing your little girl coughing softly, taking your attention away from your stress. You standed from the chair, walking toward the couch she was sleeping, wrapped up in two heavy blankets.

Slowly, you crouched in front of the sofa, gently placing the palm of your hand against her forehead, causing her to move softly in her sleep. She was burning in a merciless fever.

Your heart tightened inside your chest and as you retreated your hand from her forehead, you leaned to press a kiss to the tip of her nose.

“You’re gonna be fine, sweetheart.”

Just as the words left your lips, you heard a knock at the door and you took a deep breath in, praying to the gods it was the goddamn doctor, before standing up to attend it.

The second you opened the door, you faced a bright white coat, and you already thank the lords above.

“You’re late.” You said, voice cold and almost harsh, before leveling your eyes with the doctor’s face.

Aside from the white coach and the straight posture, Dr. Escalona didn’t seem like a doctor at all. Those weird red-ish glasses would fit more in a gay parade than an appointment, but you were glad enough he had finally came, you wouldn’t start roasting him and make him leave.

“I’m deeply sorry, my last appointment took longer than I expected. May I come in?” His voice was serious, as you would expect from a professional and a doctor, but it somehow felt warm when it reached your ears, leaving a weird, tingling sensation in your veins.

You shook your head softly, pushing away your thoughts, and stepped back to give him passage.

“Yes. Yes, of course. Come in.” He did, carrying suitcase with him as you closed the door, “She’s on the couch. Her fever comes and goes since yesterday, and she’s been coughing a lot too.” You explained, leaning in against the wall as you watched the doc crouch down on the spot you had just left moments before, his back facing you.

You crossed your arms, bracing them in front of you. Deep inside you knew it wasn’t something serious, gods, you hoped it wasn’t.

He took his glasses off, but where you stood, you couldn’t look into his eyes.

“Hi there, little girl.” You almost couldn’t believe how warmer and softer his voice has gotten as he addressed your sister, and you definitely couldn’t believe the way it made your heart flutter. What the fuck was happening with you? “We’ll see what’s been bothering you, and you’ll soon be fine, ok?”

While he opened his suitcase and took the things he needed from there, he asked you some questions like since when she’s been like this, if she has been eating, if she was allergic, whether or not she had eaten poisoned food, played out in the cold, and things like that. You did your best to answer all of them according to what you remembered. She was only a little girl, and most of the time she wasn’t at school, like now, she’d be at the bowling alley with you.

When he decided he had enough information, he turned his full attention to her, and you tried to focus on everything he was doing, trying your best to ignore the tingling sensation that was tightening your chest, making it harder to breath.

You were clearly failing in focusing on him, cause soon he was standing up again, turning to you. His red-ish glasses were back in place, and he carried a paper on his hand.

“I already placed the medicines you’ll need on the table, it’ll be covered by your insurance.” He started and handed you the paper. He then proceeded to explain how many times and how much to give her a day, each one of them.

“It’s just the start of a flu, there’s nothing to worry since she’s starting her treatment already. She will be fine.” He reassured you, and you looked up from the paper on your hand to his face. You couldn’t see his eyes, but even though, the small smile on his face made you warm inside, and eased away all your worries and stress.

You sighed and rubbed your temples.

“Thanks, doc. I’m sorry if I was rude earlier, I just…” You sighed again, rubbing your arm with your the palm of your hand, trying to soothe your nerves. “I’m sorry.”

He just smiled and nodded.

“It’s fine, I understand these kind of situations can be stressful to deal alone, but I’m glad she has you.” His voice was once again soft, not serious or professional, but warm and soothing, and once again you felt your heart skip a beat.

Oblivious to your feelings, he went back to the table and just gathered his suitcase from there.  

“Will you accompany me to the door?” He questioned, giving your sister a final smile.

You nodded, trying to take back the control over your feelings, or whatever hell was happening inside of you.

When you opened the door and he stepped out, you felt like a piece of you was parting with him. And that was the oddest thing you’ve ever felt, ever.

He parted with a one last smile, hearing one last “Thank you.” from you before he turned back and heard the door finally shut closed.

Diego walked a block, only so in case you were still watching, before shadow warping. Even as he got to his office and placed his suitcase on his desk, he still felt that burning tingle on his arm that had been lingering since you opened that door, and the second he laid his eyes on you.

He seated on his chair, frowning, before rolling his sleeve up his elbow. The sight his eyes were graced made he gasp.

The smooth, pale white skin of his forearm was now marked in black ink forming words, like a tattoo he never even considered to get.

He then realized each cursive word formed a phrase.

“You’re always too late to meet me, Doctor.”

requests are open, but pls, read this before requesting.

[fandomtrashwhoops]

Drabble Requests

I’ve gotten into a burst of inspiration for writing!

Routes I’ve played:

Havenfall is for Lovers

Diego Escalona

Razi Nassar

Gangsters in Love

Chance Valentine

Yoshimitsu Valentine

Ash Winters

Mateo Estrada

Irving Monroe

Castaway! Love’s Adventure

Clyde Hughes

TK Yoon

Logan Owens

Arthur Singh

Joaquin Ortega

I will be starting Starship Promise after New Years! For any of the series listed above, if there is a character you want that I haven’t played, you can still send requests in, but no guarantee that I’ll be able to fulfill them properly :)

Enjoy!~

[cometthespacechinchilla]

Hey there! ❤ Maybe you can help me... I'm looking for blogs that write Voltage/Lovestruck fanfics. Do you know any? Thanks a lot! 😘

Well there’s me of course :3

I’m only familiar with Lovestruck fanfic writers, cause I don’t play any other Voltage games (I used to play K&C, but that was discontinued sadly; dammit, voltage give me more lesbians!)

@otomebear is writing at least one major thing, sometimes posts bits or does requests (and makes me feel things, damn you). Fanfic mainly involves L&L/ReinerxMC (that I have seen at this time)

@musicfeedsmysoul12 has done a LOT of requests and drabbles (we got your humor mixed in with mutural pining, it’s a good time). Mainly involves HIFL/RazixMC and JDxMC

Similar boat for @mcyourbiisshowing

I know @speakeasytonight has done at least some in the past (take a guess at the subject) I remember a Neil/MC post

Those are the only ones I can really think of at this time (mutuals/people I follow, sorry if I forgot you). Anybody think of others, hit me up!

[yeehawmcfringeandawerecorgi]

Can you guys send in prompts for drabbles? I'm partial to HIFL but can write GIL and AFK. If you have any ships that you'd like me to write, send in a ship and a prompt.

[thevoltagekat]

365 Days of Drabbles: Day 4

♡ 365 Days of Drabbles Details ♡

♡ Day: 4

♡ Game: Havenfall is for Lovers

♡ Prompt: “Oh.”

♡ Warnings: none.

♡ Masterlist ♡

Pranks had always happened on Tuesdays in the Bowling Alley. Always. From the classic whoopee cushion to the very real bugs in my very real coffee to ‘accidental’ explosions in the arcade. By now I’d seen them all. Or so I’d thought.

I wish I could say there was a good reason I didn’t see this one coming but I can’t. I let my guard down and I paid for it. My glasses paid for it.

I’d seen the videos of the exact prank countless times online - a penny, a water bottle, and an unwilling victim - but hell if I thought JD would ever betray me that way. I was- am used to JD’s pranks, sure. But this time...

This time I was going to kill JD.

With a little help from the outdated uniform I wore I squeegeed the last of the water off my glasses before shoving them back on my nose with a growl. Not that JD noticed. They were too busy laughing themselves into a coma to hear me.

It took every ounce of willpower I had to keep an even, calm tone but somehow I did it.

“JD.”

They didn’t even look up.

“You should have seen your face!”

I took a deep breath, my blood beginning to boil.

“Jordan.”

More laughter. Everything was slowly turning a not-so-subtle shade of red.

“Jordan. Davies.”

They wiped away the tears prickling at the corners of their eyes and turned to face me; only for the grin on their face to disappear. There was a moment of pure, anxiety-inducing silence as they processed the look of absolute murder on my face.

“Run,” I hissed.

The sound of their boots hitting the floor echoed in the empty building as they hightailed it to the stairs. But I wasn’t through with them. Not by a long shot.

“Get back here you asshole!”

My dignity had taken a hit and so had my glasses. And my glasses would have their revenge.

“As if!”

I shot off after them. Everything was red and distorted but in the midst of my anger I didn’t even notice. All I could think of was how good it would feel when I dumped the rest of the water bottle on their head.

“Come on! It was funny!”

“It was not!”

JD made it to the top of the stairs long before I did but I managed to make up the time by grabbing the edge of the railing and throwing myself around it. I was so close to being able to grab the back of their shirt. It was right there.

They tore through the living room with me hot on their heels. And when we came around the corner of the hallway I reached out to grab them...

Only to run straight into Razi.

“What’s going- oof!”

Razi and I toppled to the ground.

Somehow he managed to take the brunt of the fall and I found myself awkwardly sprawled on top of him with not a single ounce of grace to be found. There was a sharp throb in my temple and I groaned. Eyes closed I held my head in one hand and inhaled through my mouth. God was I going to feel that tomorrow.

After a shaky breath I opened my eyes, with every intention to apologize, but the moment I saw him under me the words stuck in my throat. 

There was a look of pure surprise with a tinge of concern on his face but it was the way those striking blue eyes seemed to focus on me and me alone that stole my breath away. His hair clung to his face and shoulders as the water from his interrupted shower rolled down his chest and towards the towel wrapped around his waist.

“Oh,” I squeaked.

[thevoltagekat]

Christmas Lights

Based off: x

I pull in front of Luce’s Diner to drop my sister off just as I do everyday but before I can wish her luck she bursts out laughing. Not a small chuckle. Full blown, gut-clutching, laughter. I open my mouth to ask her what’s so funny when she points towards the Bowling Alley Roof.

“This outta be good.” She manages to squeak out in between bouts of laughter.

“What are you- JD!” 

I groan. When JD screws around at work I inevitable get dragged in and I do not have the energy today. Grace just pats my back and offers me a smile. Not that it does much good since she’s still laughing. But I suppose it’s the thought that counts. I wave goodbye as she heads inside for her shift. When I can no longer see her I turn my attention back to my delinquent coworker.

It’s not the first time I’ve seen JD on the roof. It’s not the first time I’ve seen them on the roof during the holiday season. It’s not even the first time I’ve seen them putting lights and decorations up for Razi. This is, however, the first time I’ve seen them drawing dicks with the Christmas lights.

Today is going great so far.

I put my truck into park outside the Bowling Alley, make sure my shirt is up to code, and step out onto the sidewalk. Right underneath JD.

“Do the things that make you happy ever exist within the confines of the legal system?”

“Hey, this isn't illegal!” JD laughs while continuing what they’re doing.

“I don’t think Razi’s going to see it that way.”

More laughter.

I roll my eyes. ‘It’s not my job to babysit my coworker and it’s not my fault if Razi kills them.’ I watch for another moment before stifling a smile and heading for the front door. At least holidays around Havenfall are never boring with JD around.

I don’t get more than a step before they jump off the edge of the roof, landing right beside me.

“Damn it, JD!”

They shoot me one of their shit-eating-grins.

“Come on, it’s hilarious.”

I wave it off and push open the front door.

“Whatever. Don’t ask for my help when Razi tries to kill you.”

There’s a sarcastic reply on the tip of their tongue but they don’t get a chance to say it because, standing at the entrance of the Bowling Alley is none-other than Razi himself.

‘Oops.’

“When I try to kill them for what?”

“The usual.” I shrug, playing it cool but I can tell the damage has already been done. Razi studies JD for a moment, decides he doesn’t like what he sees, and leaves the Bowling Alley.

“You’re fucked.”

“I’m fucked.”

“Sorry.”

“Eh, it’s nothing new.”

“JORDAN DAVIES!” Razi’s voice echoes off the walls- I grimace.

I turn to apologize, again, to JD for ratting them out only to find them gone. Not that it’ll do them much good. Razi is nothing if not patient.

There’s nothing else I can do so I make my way to the arcade to clean up. Suddenly it hits me... I’m on my own for the rest of the day.

“Damn it- JD!”