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[bluishfrog]

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[fallingdownhell]

Hello hello hello there, good writer! I was wondering if you'd be open to writing platonic HCs for the currently playable Archons in the game. Basically, way back when during the Archon War (or in Nahida's case, some point early on when she was instated as Sumeru's new Archon) the Archon's save a baby dragon's (the reader) life.Now, centuries later, at some point following the events of the Archon quests, they encounter Dragon!reader reader- now a fully-matured dragon (Dragon is the same element as each Archon. Individually, I mean, they aren't multi-elemental). The Archon recognizes them through any number of factors (a scar in a very particular area of Dragon!Reader's body, a discolored patch of scales, etc.) And as for how they encounter each other, maybe the Archon is accompanying the Traveler on a commission, and dragon!reader saves the Traveler or Archon's ass when the situation gets dicey, maybe the Archon senses a familiar presence and investigates, perhaps paths cross and they find themselves saving (or assisting) dragon!reader yet again, or maybe it's just a chance case of the stars aligning in just the right way. Apologies for the massive word dump, just thought I'd give you some prompts in case you have trouble coming up with ideas for this, if you want to do it, or course!

That is such a cool idea! And I really appreciate the word dump, it really helped me out a great deal this time around, so thank you, kind anon<3

Characters Included: Zhongli; Venti; Nahida

Content: gender neutral! dragon! reader; platonic headcanons;

Word count: 2,2k words

I hope this comes somewhat close to what you had in mind. Hope you enjoy<3

Zhongli

Zhongli often looks back fondly at the times where he had adopted this strange baby dragon

the Archon War was a though time period, both for him and the people at his side, but having that baby to take care of by his side and teaching it all sorts of things made it somewhat bearable for him

he would often play around with it, sometimes even play fighting to show it a few moves and tricks and the dragon seemed to enjoy that a whole lot

though cuddling sessions always seemed to be the dragons favourite, especially when a certain spot under his chin was being scratched

it was a difficult spot for others to reach, seeing as it was surrounded by brown spikes, indicating your resonance with the Geo element, but seeing the happy expression on the baby's face made it worth it in the end

When the dragon later got older and grew up in Zhongli's care, it would often join him in various battles while the War still lasted

On one such battles, the dragon got hurt pretty badly in it's left eye, ultimately loosing it in the process. But it adjusted rather well to living with only half it's eyesight

Later, when the Archon war ended and peace had returned to Liyue, the dragon was all grown up now as well. And one day, without any prior indication, the dragon had just left, never to return again

Zhongli wasn't sad or anything. He understood that this is simply how nature works and he only wished the best unto his foster child

Sometimes, the Ex-Archon wonders if that dragon is still alive, but those thoughts always leave him rather quickly again. It's no use pondering about the unknown

And yet, imagine the surprise on Zhongli's face when he saw another dragon roam the sky just as he finished dealing with Azhdaha alongside the Traveller

Finding an opportunity to slip away from the group, he began traveling in the direction he saw the flying creature

it took some time, but he eventually found the dragon as it rested besides a small lake, soaking in the rays of sunshine onto it's scaled skin

fascinated by it, since dragons were a rare sight to see in this day and age, he decided to approach the creature, silently as to not startle it too much

as he got closer to the dragon, the creature soon picked up a new scent in the area and opened it's big eye, now spotting the approaching Zhongli

quickly, the creature got up and began roaring at him, and that's when Zhongli noticed a particular scar on the left eye of the dragon

Could it be... was it actually you?

Your name slipped past his lips and it made you hold in the middle of your actions. Zhongli could see the uncertainty in the dragons form, so he said your name again, staying still in his spot, only a few steps away

the dragon, still unsure, took another sniff of the surrounding air, taking in the scent of the new arrival, and suddenly, memories from its time as a baby came flooding into his mind, and you recognized the man in front of you

now seeming much calmer, you got closer to Zhongli, your long neck extending towards him so that your head was right in front of him

with a smile, the Ex-Archon extends his hand as well to scratch that certain spot under your chin, like he had always done many, many years ago

at this, the dragon closed its eye and a low grumbling sound could be heard deep within it's throat.

Zhongli almost couldn't believe it. His old friend was still alive and apparently doing pretty well for itself..

for some time, the two of them just sat down in the grass, enjoying the light of the still shining sun, while Zhongli just began talking, telling you of all the things that had happened while you were gone

And you were listening to every single one of his words, feeling happy to finally be reunited with him again..

Venti

Most people know about Dvalin - or Stormterror - and his connection to the anemo Archon. How he was one of the four winds that protected the nation of Mondstadt

but what the people did not know, is that there was a second dragon with the anemo Archon that had been taken in by him when it was only a small baby

as a result, the baby dragon has been raised both by Dvalin and the anemo Archon at the same time. While it learned typical dragon behaviour from Dvalin, Venti provided the baby other lessons important for its life ahead

the little dragon has always been a playful and adventurous one. It was getting into trouble quite frequently as a child, but such was the nature of freedom

Venti had always adored looking at this little dragon baby as he found the light green colour of your scales to be quite mesmerizing. He liked to think that the colour represented your connection with the Anemo element, and himself.

But what he found even more adorable was the little patch of white scales, right between the beginning of your legs and your hind legs. It was about the size of the palm of his hand, the colour never really coming through on that spot

While Venti and Dvalin engaged in the Archon war, you always decided to stay behind, rather enjoying the serenity that the nation of Mondstadt brought to you than to engage with bloody battles all the time

As time went on, you grew older and older, and Dvalin knew that the time would come where you would leave them behind. To find your own place within this world, without them by your side

and sure enough, one seemingly peaceful day, you went up to them one last time, seemingly telling your goodbyes with your eyes before you turned your back to them and flew off into the distant world ahead of you. Excited to see what was liying ahead, but also sad you had to leave them behind

many, many years have passed since that fateful day and a lot has happened since then. A mysterious traveller has appeared in the world of Teyvat, helping Venti to bring his old friend Dvalin back to his senses

Since that incident, Venti couldn't help but think back to the old times quite often, reminiscing of the memories all three of them shared. He would often wonder how you were doing these days, if you were well off..

on one such days, when he was laying beneath the tree at Windrise, thinking of old times, he did not notice a bunch of Abyss mages and their underlings approaching

when he did, it was already too late and he was surrounded by enemies. Though he tried fighting his way out, the number of enemies just seemed to increase, instead of decreasing

Venti began to worry and just as he was about to summon his old friend Dvalin for some help, a roar echoed from above the sky. All heads turned up as a huge creature descended downwards, instantly attacking the abyss mages and their hoards

for a second, the colourful scales made him think of a certain dragon, but he quickly shook off that feeling, concentrating on the battle at hand

it didn't take long until the enemies were dealt with, and as a moment of peace came to them, Venti turned and took in the familiar colour of light green scaling..

But.. that couldn't be, right? It surely was just a coincidence.. another dragon that just happened to have a similar colour to the one he once raised..

But, as the dragon remained on the ground, patiently looking at Venti, he couldn't shake off that feeling of familiarity

And then, the dragon turned to its side, showing Venti the undeniable truth of a missmatched patch of white scales among a sea of green..

It really was you...

Joy spread over Venti's face as he realized it really was his old friend that had come back to see him again

It didn't take long until he was on your back and you began ascending towards the sky again. Up there in the sky, with only the winds holding you back, Venti also summoned Dvalin to him to complete this reunion

Many roars sounded all throughout Mondstadt on this day as there were now two dragons roaming the skies of this nation...

Nahida

As the god of Dendro, Nahida had always liked the nature and all of its inhabitants

she would always try to sneek away to find a spot somewhere within the rainforest where she could just sit down and listen to the sounds of nature all around her

while the sages at that time did not approve of her behaviour, she continued to do so with the excuse of wanting to form a connection between her and her nation as well as it's people

one day while she was out again, she stumbled upon a tiny dragon baby. As she got closer, she noticed that the baby appeared to be hurt quite badly, yet it still backed up when she got closer, scared of her

it took some time and gentle reassuring from Nahida's side, but eventually, the small dragon let her get close, inspecting the wounds inflicted to it

deciding that she wanted to take care of it, she used her powers to build a sort of little hideout where she nurtured the dragon back to health over the course of a few weeks

while doing so, the baby dragon began trusting her more and more, until eventually, they formed a kind of bond between them

once the baby was all healed up, it didn't dissapear like Nahida thought it would. Instead, it decided to stay with her, playing around and growing up with her

every single time Nahida managed to slip out, the two of them were always together. Either laying in the grass, listening to the nature around them, or playing around and sometimes, she even helped the little dragon in learning how to fly

when they got tired, they lay together on the ground, the dragon having it's head on Nahida's lap as she carefully caressed the top of its head where the beatiful, deep green scales where less sharp than everywhere else on its body. The colour reminded her of the rainforest itself sometimes..

but what she found almost a bit more beautiful were those missmatched eyes of the dragon. One in a beautiful, piercing blue colour while the other was deep red, a stark contrast between the two

But then came the day where Nahida was whisked away by the Sages and sealed into the Sanctuary

it took hundreds of years until the traveller arrived in Sumeru and with the help of some others finally freeed Nahida of her everlasting prison

Thankful to have finally escaped, she did her best to handle everything by herself the best she could. She guided her nation into a new direction and took care of everything that the Sages had taken over

which led to her not once having left the city since she has been freeed. Though Nahida yearned to just go outside and sit in the nature again, she had obligations to take care of, that required her urgent attention

until the Traveller came around another time, insisting on her taking a break for once. In his words, all those problems would still be there once she returned from the break, but her well being was important as well, especially for her people she needed to be in good shape

so, taking him up on the offer, the Traveller, Nahida and Paimon went into the rainforest like she wanted to. While wandering around, they passed the old hideout Nahida had once built for that baby dragon

Memories flooded her mind upon seeing it and she smiled a bit, though it appeared to be a bit sad. The Traveller noticed, but before he could ask Nahida about it, they heard some rustling behind them

Weapon at the ready, the Traveller was prepared to attack should the need arise

And then, from behind some trees, a dragon emerged, eyes fixed onto them

and Nahida instantly recognized you. Not because of the deep green colour of your scales that only seemed to have become even more beautiful over the years. But because of those disscoloured eyes that she was never able to forget

you seemed to recognize her as well, showing no signs of aggression at all, which made the Traveller lower his weapon again

finally reunited again after so many years, both of you seemed happy to be within the presence of each other again

you gently pressed the tip of your nose into her face, gently blowing air into her face which made her giggle a bit. She then climbed onto your back, resting there while the now four of you continued this walk through the rainforest

And even after that, you continued to stay by Nahida's side, always there to protect her should anything ever happen to her again. You were ready to make them regret their decision if people decided to ever mess with her again...

[shelbgrey]

hiii ! i’ve just recently gotten back on tumblr after rewatching bones again and ive been dying for some lance sweet posts ( so thankful you write for him you’re amazing <3 ) anyways i was wondering if you could write something up for sweets with maybe this prompt ? 0.4) “Why can’t I breathe whenever I think about you?” especially if the reader could be plus sized if not, i appreciate you reading this have a great day,night <3

Let me take your pain away(Lance Sweets)

Paring: Lance Sweets x Plus Sized!Reader

Summary: Lance comes home all scraped up and his girlfriend patches him up, trying to take his pain away.

Prompt: 0.4) “Why can’t I breathe whenever I think about you?”

MasterList

“hey, this is Lance Sweets, leave a message”

I started to get worried when Lance wasn't answering his phone. I knew he was out with Seeley, dealing with a suspect, but that was a few hours ago. Even then Lance was good about answering his phone even if it was a quick text. Every time I got Lance's voice mail the more I worried and the harder it became to concentrate on the file I was studying for the case.

An hour later there was a knock at the door, I immediately sprang from the couch and ran towards the door. It's funny, I could just recognize it was Lance just by his gentle and yet firm knock.

I sighed with relief when I saw it was Lance, but he looked rough. He had a few bruises and cuts on his face, his side looked like it was nicked from the way he was holding it, and his shirt was covered in blood. “Oh Baby, what happened?” I asked softly as I pulled him into our home gently then closed and locked the door.

It hurt to see him like this, his bright smile was gone and he winced in pain after every move he made. I followed him close behind, afraid he would lose his balance. He let out a groan and leaned against the door frame of our bedroom, his breathing quickening. He sighed and looked towards the floor. He was completely exhausted and you could just see how much of a beating he had taken. “I'm okay…I'm okay…”

I gave him a soft expression and gently helped him sit down at the foot of my bed. I took the holster that held his gun and put it on the nightstand so he could sit comfortably. “Just let me take care of you… You don't look fine” I said softly. Lance closed his eyes and tilted his head back, taking a few deep breaths as I gently moved a few strands of hair off his forehead. I saw a cut on his forehead.

I knew that he would be fine and did his very best to put up a brave face but, yet the cuts and bruises on his face spoke for themselves. They revealed the pain he was in and everything that he had been through to night. All the fighting, stress, pain, you could see it in his eyes.

“It's okay…” I said softly and gently ran my fingers through his hair. “I'll get you cleaned up so you can rest…”

Lance let out a shallow breath and nodded his head. He would never admit it, but the fight had taken a lot out of him and he needed a break. He had always tried to put up a tough front for people, always telling people he was fine, even to me, yet I saw right through him every single time. We had an incredible bond, one that could never be explained unless you experienced it yourself. I kissed his forehead gently then left to get the first-aid kit and some clean clothes for him.

Lance sighed, his eyelids falling slightly, yet he fought it as much as he could, waiting to be taken care of like I did so many times before. I left him in our room and rummed around for first-aid supplies. That was one of our favorite things - our abilities to take care of each other with no judgment. It showed how much we loved each other. He was still setting at the foot of our bed when I came back with the first-aid kit, a towel, and the clothes, I set all the items down on the bed next to him

I reached for the buttons of his stained t-shirt and started to up softly, so I could get the ruined shirt off and clean his injuries. After I unbuttoned his shirt I slowly pushed it off his shoulders then threw the ruined shirt on the floor. I cringed slightly when I saw the nasty cut along his side and various bruises on his body. When you work at the jeffersonian you become desensitized to gore, but seeing him all bruised up made my heart pound.

my eyes softened and worry flooded my mind when he winced in pain after a single touch. I saw the nasty cut on his side, it looked like he was cut with a blade or something. “honey... If this was any deeper we would be taking a hospital trip right now” I said softly with a hint of worry as I gently cleaned the cut with warm, wet washcloth.

Lance chuckled softly, the pain becoming slightly more tolerable after being cleaned by the warm washcloth. The cut was actually pretty bad, yet Lance did his best to hide it the entire time. I worried to much. I'm always afraid he was gonna die. After I cleaned up the blood, I pulled out the bottle of peroxide. I gently brushed the cut with a cotton ball soaked in peroxide, I was slow and careful with my movements. Lance bit his bottom lip, wincing as he gripped my hips.

“I know Honey... I'm almost done” I said softly and started to apply clean bandages on the cut after I got done cleaning and treating it.

Lance's eyes slowly closed as I began to apply the bandages to the wound. He breathed a sigh of relief once it was all done. His body relaxed a bit, letting himself take some time to unwind after being so stressed from the case. He opened his eyes and looked at the floor, seeing just how bad his shirt actually was.

after I got done with the worst injury, I got a fresh cotton ball soaked in peroxide so I could start treating the cuts on his face. I moved and stood between his legs so could reach him better. I placed my hand on his jaw, gently tilting his head back so I could clean the cut on his forehead. The cuts on his face all stung a bit, he ran his hands up and down my curves slowly, trying to distract himself from the pain. At least they weren't near as bad as the one on his side. Some were just small cuts that would heal up quite nicely while others were a bit more severe, the largest one being on his forehead. He kept his eyes completely closed because it made the process easier on him.

“God, Lance” I whispered sympathetically as I put the last of the bandages on his face. “What happened out there?” I whispered.

Lance winced, holding his side as he shifted on the bed. “M-me and Booth went to bring the guy in”

“the guy me and Temperance interrogated today?” I asked softly as I wrapped up his busted knuckles. I noticed the broken skin and the bruises, the guy definitely put up a fight.

“yeah… N-next thing we know he shot up the place and ran for it. Me and Booth got separated… I went after him on my own”

I looked down at his busted body, feeling terrible about his outcome,he noticed and signed. “I'm sorry I worried you tonight… He somehow found out about our connections and threatened your life… I snapped”

I placed my hand under his chin and gently lifted his head up so our eyes could meet. The brow eye that usually held so much love and happiness now looked tired and broken. “you have nothing to be sorry about, but there's no reason to risk your life over me,” I said softly.

“Then Why can’t I breathe whenever I think about you? Why do I wake up every morning thankful you're lying there next to me, why are you spending your night patching me up instead of getting a good night's sleep? I know why, because you're worth fighting for and worth protecting” he spoke softly. “i'd go through this pain all over again if it meant keeping you safe”

I gently kissed his forehead. “I love you… Don't come home to me like this again” I said softly.

He smiled softly. “I love you too”

“I'll help you get changed then you need to lay down and rest” I said softly, running my fingers through his messy hair.

I picked up his bloody shirt and towel, throwing it in the hamper. I quickly grabbed a fresh pair of boxers and a flannel to wear to bed. I came back to him and helped him pull the flannel over his shoulders, but didn't button it up in fear of irritating any of his injuries. He pulled his boxers, I smiled softly and ran my fingers through his messy hair, fixing it slightly “There... All patched up” I whispered.

Lance smiled softly then he slowly crawled into bed, laying down into the comforter. He closed his eyes once again and breathed in a deep breath, letting out a long sigh as he did so. His body was so tired and worn out after the lengthy fight. It felt so good to just relax and know he was safe.

I smiled softly and carefully climbed into bed, getting comfortable on my side of the bed, usually we'd cuddle in bed but since he was so sore I was just gonna sleep on my side of the bed.

“Thank you for taking care of me… I love you” Lance said softly, drifting off to sleep.

“I love you too”

[1800duckhotline]

50 Q’s to ask your OCs

Since these are SO MANY questions, I'll do something similar to what I did last time and screenshot the ask then answer the prompts in 2 parts... I'll do the first 7 questions for temerice, and the latter 7 for madonna...Ok? ok. SDFJGHGFKD for future reference I think it'd be easier on my brain to send different asks for different characters or my head will short-circuit

Anyways onto answering for Temmy my friend Temmy

3. Any siblings/Only child?

Temerice was an only child. I think her parents had tried to make a sibling not long after she was born, but her mother had complications during pregnancy and thus nothing came of it. They preferred to nurture their only child instead of risking her mom's life, which, in the end, was a fairly solid decision to make. It shows a bit that Temerice is an only child because she tends to be pretty jealous of her own possessions, rarely handing out things she thinks are private to her.

8. What clothing style?

Temerice has a bit of a nu metal 2000s mall goth-skater boy ish type of style when it comes to clothing. A lot of baggy cargo pants, lots of chains and accessories, bracelets with studs, funny graphic tees or with band prints on them, hand-sewn patches, the whole nine yards. She likes feeling comfortable and also standing out among the crowd!

11. What happens in the ‘honeymoon phase’ for this character?

Hmmm... very good question... As Temerice is fairly inexperienced overall, her first "romantic" attraction that was reciprocated in a serious way was towards Monica (her sire). But then Monica was deleted from this plane of existence and with her, Temerice's "honeymoon phase" essentially also dissolved into dust.

In the very first stages of a relationship, Temerice tends to try and be very very attentive and present for her partner, perhaps a bit overbearingly so. As a human she had some deep-seated insecurities she wasn't aware how to handle quite yet, which means she unknowingly elevated whoever she had feelings for to an "higher" plane and worth without properly realizing it. Monica was able to help her not do that to an overly unhealthy extent, but it was still a little bit there. Temerice is romantically a very affectionate girl that has no limits when it comes to saying how much she loves someone or appreciates them without necessarily uttering 'the L word' and the girls she'd fallen for in the past in her mind always felt like 'unreachable goddesses'.

This is different after Monica is executed. Unfortunately, Temerice's honeymoon phase was forcibly cut short which, at first, was gutting beyond belief. The one woman she felt like loved her fully without patronizing nor taking advantage of her just died... like that. Because she wanted to make sure they could spend their days forever together. For a romantic like Temerice, it's bound to be a little traumatizing and heartbreaking.

Which is why when it comes to the matter of Heather, Temerice is really against her instantly idolizing her like she does. While Temerice is in no way mean or abusive towards Heather she makes sure to calm down her obsession or otherwise let her down gently because she has a feeling the only reason she's acting so obsessively devoted is because of their blood bond. Between ghoul and domitor there is always this slippery slope. She takes time to make sure Heather knows this isn't out of hatred or rejection, but because Temerice wants to make sure that if Heather really is interested in something romantic, the blood bond's almost aphrosidiac effect needs to wear off. And that may take a while, but if the feelings persist even when it's gone...

16. Their favourite comfort food?

Before being turned, Temerice really really loved tacos birria (I think that's how it's written, feel free to correct me). As a college student and part-timer, she fucked up a whole plate of those bad boys every night to be able to sleep with her belly full.

When she gets the chance to use Blush of Life, she still likes to get them once in a while...

17. What’s a food they hate?

I think surprisingly enough Temerice never liked shrimp much. Hard to say hate, but it's a case where if she ate one or two, she'd be able to bear it. A plate full of them? No thanks. Something about them and oysters makes her sick, even as Kindred.

19. Is there a story behind their name/meaning?

Not really, to be fair. I like using tree names for my characters, so I think when I saw a tree called "Tamerice" I got inspired. Typically I try to choose the Italian version of tree names because...idk. As you can see though, I remembered how to spell the name wrong so Temerice was born instead.

23. How big is their family?

As you can surmise by the first answer, her immediate family was just her, her dad and her mom. I think the extended family was pretty large though as both dad and mom had siblings. Temerice barely remembers them now, however... Thinking about it, they probably don't even live in LA.

[stayteezdreams]

Halloween Requests - CLOSED

Status: CLOSED *as of Sept 29th

SO,

Over on my other blog, I have done what I dubbed '13 Days of Halloween' over the last few years, in which I release at least one piece of content (drabble/fic/headcanons/etc) every day from October 19th to October 31st.

And though this is not a promise, I am going to try and do it on this blog this year!~

I am opening requests for this now so I have time to write them along with my normal content.

Though I can come up with some ideas on my own I would appreciate some requests as well! (Up to this point, I have received very few requests in general, so I am hoping this might lead to more requests???) If I get a lot of requests I wont be able to write each one, but I like having a lot of options!

Who I write For:

Ateez

Stray Kids

Seventeen *all members of each group (x gn!reader)

Things I do not write:

Detailed NSFW/Smut (suggestive content is fine)

Pregnancy/child Content

Abuse/Member cheating

Prompts under the cut!

A/n: You can send in the number of the prompt(s) instead of the prompt itself if you want, but please specify which section it is from (i.e dialogue, scenario or sensory)

Feel free to send in your own ideas with or without prompts as well! These are just some ideas for inspiration :)

Prompts/Scenarios (1-3 per request; feel free to mix and match) *Again: feel free to send in your own ideas with or without prompts as well! These are just some ideas for inspiration :)

~~~ Dialogue Prompts ~~~

“I’m telling you, I’m haunted.”

“I don’t think I’m alone in here.”

“This place creeps me out.”

“I thought I saw something.”

“Don’t you dare leave me in here alone.”

“You’re not scared of me?” “Should I be?”

"I don't believe in ghosts." "You will after tonight."

"Did you match with my costume on purpose?"

"If you get scared you can hold onto me." "Oh you'd love that wouldn't you?" "Very much."

"If you say we should split up I will kill you."

“Love the costume but I’d rather see what’s under it.”

"You look so cute!" "I'm trying to be scary." "I don't think that's possible."

"Boo!" "If you wanted to scare me, you should have left the mask off."

"Aren't you a bit old to be trick or treating?"

"Just because I'm not afraid of the dark, doesn't mean I like being in it"

"What do we do?" "Run!"

"Wear a matching costume with me!" "Why? Only couples are wearing matching costumes." "I know..."

“Trick or treat?” “…Depends on if you’re the treat or not.”

Person A, seeing person B dressed as a ghost: “So… Are you dressed up as my boo?” Person B: “Don’t ever talk to me again.”

"You look good." "I'm covered in fake blood...?" "Yeah, and?"

"Did you see that too?" "Yes." "Damn, I was hoping I was going crazy."

 “What do you do when a ghost has a crush on you? Asking for a friend.”

“I wonder, how many people are dead in that graveyard?” “Hopefully all of them…”

"Who needs a guardian angel when you can have a half-decent demon?"

"If I knew all it would take for you to hug me was a haunted house I would have brought you to one earlier."

"Why is there mistletoe in the doorway?" "You told me to decorate." "Its Halloween!"

"Too old to trick or treat and too young to die." "What the fuck."

"I've seen enough horror movies to know where this is going"

"Wasn't that scarecrow facing the other way before?"

"I thought you didn't like Halloween?" "You changed my mind."

~~~ Scenario Prompts ~~~

Going to a haunted house

Getting lost in a corn maze

Carving Pumpkins

Meeting at a masquerade

Wearing the same costume to a costume party

Cozy autumn evening watching Halloween movies

Scary Stories at a campfire

Lost in the woods

A grabs B’s hand instinctively out of surprise or fear, and continues to hold it.

Finding out the "monster" costume they are wearing isn't a costume (monster/demon/supernatural au)

Visiting a pumpkin patch

Catch the killer Halloween party game

Every Halloween you are visited by a stranger in your dreams, but this year, he shows up at your door in the real world. (supernatural au)

Hot Chocolate Date (bonus: they wipe whipped cream off of your nose)

Accidentally summoning a demon when decorating for Halloween (demon au)

Buying an old antique and accidentally bringing a ghost home with you because of it.

You meet Death himself, and he seems to have a crush on you. (supernatural au)

Someone summoned a demon to take your soul, but the demon likes you too much to hurt you.

Choosing each other's costumes, and unknowingly matching.

Trying to paint their face but they wont stop trying to kiss you.

You're scared and they try their best to comfort you.

Getting lost in a haunted house and running into a stranger who is also lost.

Pumpkin Carving Contest

Hearing a noise upstairs, but you live alone.

Ghost Hunting

You're in a hotel with doubles beds, you keep hearing scary noises and end up in the same bed.

~~~ Sensory Prompts ~~~

Flinch of the body when something scares you

Tingles as goosebumps rise on your arms

Feeling of someone watching you

The sound of footsteps behind you

Your name being whispered in the dark

The creaking of an old door

Distant scream

Shadows in the corner

Something unseen moving in the bushes

Frozen in fear

Wanting to call out but your voice wont come

Warming up next to a fireplace after being out in the cold

Warmth that fills your gut when drinking a hot beverage

Embers floating into the night sky before disappearing

Lightning bugs in a dark field

The crackling and popping of an open fire 

Sound of wind in the trees.

Feeling like someone is behind you, and turning to see that no one is there.

Thinking you are looking at your own shadow, until it moves.

Realization that you are being followed.

Being trapped somewhere all alone.

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*prompts crossed out are ones I have received multiple of and no longer want **most prompts are from my other writing blog, from lists I made myself. Some also from posts by @dumplingsjinson and @creativepromptsforwriting

A/n: Depending on the prompt I might save it for later (for after Halloween)

[heliosrisingheroesimagines]

Hello, this maybe sudden but I really hope this super duper long message won't bother you 😭 I just really want to say my thanks and express my thoughts so it was like pouring out all at once when I wrote this.I do hope that it could reach you in someway, I'm sorry that I'm not used to Tumblr so I only know to send this thank you message through this request board but anyways---Well, I came across your blog in about this year's May because I was in a slump (?) and ran out of idea myself so I kinda started to look around to see if there's someone out there writing self-shipping content for our Helios boys, that's when I found out about your blog and gosh you don't know how happy it made me, it's maybe a bit exaggerated to say but it totally changed my whole life 😭Like, I'm a hardcore Gast yume myself and does have my own share of headcanons and thoughts about how will he treat his partner, how will he interact with his crush and other stuff but to be honest I haven't read all of Helios story (both main & event stories) but only some of them that I like so I'm not really confident in my own interpretations and headcanons about him 😔...I also don't see any other Helios' yumefans around me so I guess I can't really ask for advice or confirmation (it's also because I'm shy too) so like 😭When I read your prompts and headcanons about Gast, somehow it just really kicked in for me 😭 I did check out some of your posts about other characters too and almost all of them feel so in characters that I couldn't help but be in awe even though my main priority on Helios is Gast, and so it really boost my confidence when we were to have the same viewpoint on one some aspects 😭Like the one of Gast wouldn't like hurting his partner would be something to be expected judging from how he is before First Storm was released, but after First Storm reveal, it even made more sense that he would be like that to his loved one 😭It's really amazing that you were quite sure of that before FS release, I'm rellat impressed!And also, the first time I came to your blog and binge read all about Gast, I was giggling/smirking/rolling on my bed with the most disgusting expression on my face ever (I think) most of the time and was being super giddy giddy & floating on cloud nine all that day 😇Like it's the first time that I feel that much of happiness since I yumeshipped myself with him, and I still feel come back to reread from time to time and it still brings a smile to my face everytime 😍So in conclusion I really want to express my appreciation to you, thank you so much for opening this blog and from that I (and the other yumes that visit this blog) have a chance to come in contact with your writings!From my viewpoint I really feel that your really observe the character well and put your heart (also enjoyment) in writing all these prompts and headcanons reply to all those requests, I really appreciate your hard works, thanks again! 🫶

This message was so, so wonderful to read, because I've been going through a very difficult time in life and knowing there are others who go through rough patches but find relief via my writing makes me so incredibly happy I can't thank you enough for taking the time to write this out!

<3

[sunderedazem]

Hey! It's been a while :D I've been off the Internet for a bit but just know both of your updates have been giving me essential bits of life energy, even though I haven't had time to type something out in appreciation until now. First things first I absolutely love what you wrote for the 'stay?' prompt, it's exactly what I hoped and imagined what could have happened if things hadn't gone so wrong back then. Seriously, it's like you took a look into my brain, I was really imagining scenarios of helios coming back and taking care of an exhausted emet selch 😩 such good food thanks so much for that.

Okay so back to the actual ao3 updates, I couldn't believe that you guys did the tempering cure so early XD ahhhhhh it was so good! The way it was just a slight shift of perception, how emet selch goes off just barely holding it together, the line "I always believed I would see them again" broke me so bad like how dare you 😭 but honestly finally processing his grief now is great cause it'll be so much better when Hyth comes back 😈 iirc that that's happening. One of my favourite bits was emet selch having company while the cure was being administered, idk there's always something about having support while you're healing. Corrain's writing is superb as always, in the tempering fic as well as the Sharlayan one, he comforted emet selch so well and it was very interesting to see his point of view when he snapped at thancred, poor guy needs a long break and so much therapy. I haven't read the most recent lelesu writings yet but ahhhhhh she has such big sister energy? Such a solid anchor, it's so great every time she gives support.

I think that's all my thoughts for now, so that this doesn't get too long. Thanks so much for the new content, and I hope the both of you are doing well!! Many well wishes <3

Okay! Now it's time to sob over this ask so excuse me while i

And YEAH we couldn't wait to untemper that bastard man and break him even worse. Like imagine waking up and the thing you've been working towards for the last thirteen thousand years is not only principally opposed to what you believe is right, but also now you have to accept that everyone you'd ever loved is dead and gone and will not come back.

(And then they do. Because we are stealing Hyth. And then also stealing Elidibus from Pandaemonium like sorry Athena that man is ours now. And then Hyth is spotting Lahabrea's soul mixed in with Nidhogg and they are Stealing (and helping him put himself back together, and confiscating his wife's evil space rock) him too. And we are stealing the Sundered Ascians as we find them and curing and collecting them, because they all deserve a chance to recover from the literal apocalypse knowing that the star is actually safe. Anyway. I have emotions about the first Final Days and how nobody who lived then deserved what the world and Hydaelyn ended up giving them, no matter if it was necessary or not.)

To be fair it most likely only feels fast because most of what happens in Shadowbringers and the post 5.0 patches happens as it does in canon and tby rewriting all the Same Stuff seems kinda jejune so we skipped it XD. There are a few more pieces from SHB in process though, we just have to finish them.

And YEAH GOD. Corrain can be very cruel on occasion, and him snapping at Thancred for having EXTREMELY JUSTIFIABLE RESERVATIONS (even if he was a jackass about it) wasn't his finest moment. He doesn't even honestly feel so upset about Minfilia, he liked her alright as a person, and she WAS kind to him, but in the moment he's purely reacting in anger, and it dredges up some really nasty parts of him. This is a trait Helios had as well, if uh. You read the Final Days breakup fic XD.

And YEAH I ALSO NEED MORE LELESU ALWAYS. She is so SASSY sometimes. Hey @azems-familiar give us your girl. Grabby hands.

Honestly I know I'm late actually answering but this made my week last week 🥺🥺🥺💙💙💙

[dukeoftheblackstar]

I'm reading your prompts for plo and your oc and she sounds really fun! I don't get to see you do a lot of prompts, so here!

How do they spend time if the other is gone?

Who will punch someone out if they are rude to their partner?

What do they do for Valentines Day?

What are their parenting styles?

Thank you! I'm actually enjoying these prompts tbh. And yeah, I don't usually do prompts because I rarely have much to give about. I only have Duch, Papa Ziar (my oc for Plo Koon's dad), and Commander Vitamin and the Pill Boys (clones). Appreciate this! ♥

1. How do they spend time if the other is gone?

Because of Plo's line of work with missions and Jedi duties, Duch would either be back in Dorin helping Papa Ziar with Kel Dor hatcheries/orphanage.

If she's in the same planet as Plo and he's out busy, she tends to their very danger-danger garden full of carnivorous plants like a giant Venus Fly-Trap that eats tiny critters, a discovered plant similar to sims' cowbell plant, and other screeching succulents native from Duchess' planet, Celestia.

When Duch is in Dorin and Plo has free time, he spends it wisely with meditating, reading, gardening, staring down iso-Plo and T-Wolffe (Duchess' giant isopod and tardigrade pet that makes Plo very uncomfortable).

2. Who will punch someone out if they are rude to their partner?

Duch will have no shame in punching anyone who disrespects the clones, her husband, Kel Dors, or anyone really being an ass.

Note that she will cry after because these hands aren't meant for punching, they're made for stabby stab stabs.

She will also punch whoever Plo wants punched because Plo just can't be out there punching people for the slightest reason. A simple nod to his beloved wife before turning his back so he doesn't "see" Duch socking someone in the face with a very delighted smile.

3. What do they do for Valentines Day?

4. What are their parenting styles?

Plo is very much in charge of keeping the babies disciplined because Duch cannot bring herself to reprimand her kids due to personal, childhood trauma. She would just quietly tend to tiny, bebbi claws scratching at her or get all patched up while Plo scolds the boys.

Plo is also unsure whether to reprimand Duch about using wooden sticks to separate rough housing kel dor bebbbis so she doesn't get clawed at because it works.

Plo uses the force to pick and separate bebbies up.

Plo gets the boys in line with that "look". They scared of daddy but also loves daddy so much they follow him around.

Bebbies also follow Momma around.

Plo is protectiveof bebbies. Duch is too protective of the babies. She will fight fangs and claws for the bebbies.

Plo is very traditional.

Duch is very unconventional.

[alltimefail-sims]

17 and 26 for both Erwin and Zoe, please and thank you!

17. Did they travel? Where? Why? When?

Zoe is very well traveled! I've talked about this a bit in the past, but before her mom got sick they would go on wildly lavish vacations! Her mom valued exposure to historic places, other culture, and other customs so she worked hard to ensure her daughter appreciated those things as well and didn't "live in a bubble." Zoe hasn't really traveled much since her mom died, partly because of money but more-so because it makes her sad to travel alone. She feels the absence of her mom too much and even when she's with friends it just hasn't felt the same.

Erwin's family wasn't wealthy by any means, so they would travel to visit his grandma on his mother's side of the family for holidays or sometimes just for long weekends (she lived roughly 4 hours from them, so it was enough of a distance and time commitment to be considered traveling imo). They also went on family vacations every now and then to affordable, middle-class-family touristy places like Gatlinburg (they went to Dollywood one year) but they never had the money to do like... Disneyland, cruises, out of the country travels, or anything extravagant. Their vacations were not done yearly but more like every 2 or 3 years. Erwin would like to travel more, but he's been pretty preoccupied the last couple of years.

26. What does your character’s home look like? Personal taste? Clothing? Hair? Appearance?

Zoe's answer is kind of elaborate lmao - she's never had a "home of her own." She currently lives in a sorority house and she has her own room because she has a leadership position. She likes things to be bright, full of natural-light and she decorates with plants, soft colors, and simple patterns. She is a very clean, organized person who always seems put together. Always rocking the "no makeup" dewy look: glowing and put together in a way that takes a lot of maintenance and discipline and her physical space would reflect that. We know that she inherits her uncle's home in Strangerville, and all I'm gonna say is that his home is.......... not those things lmfao. But I digress!

I know that every time I talk about how Erwin is essentially a trash possum I get someone in my asks complaining that I've made him not an uwu boy... but he lives in a shitty motel room and it is a MESS. I would argue that this is not who he is by default, but just who he has become after a lot of time putting his own needs on the backburner to chase a mystery bigger than he originally realized. His place looks like the inside of his head - wildly disorganized, littered with remnants of vending machine meals and takeout, pieces of his true personality here and there that are buried deep below the mess and chaos, untouched more and more as time passes. He would say he doesn't have a sense of style, but I'd call him a thrift-store-grandpa mixed with alternative, bookish, academic. He likes statement pieces - shirts with dumb sayings and sturdy denim, fun patterned socks and button downs layered under jackets littered with patches and pins he's collected over the years. Contrary to popular belief he does not willingly walk around with tin-foil hats or Christmas light colanders on his head 🤦... that's just a gimmick uniform for the conspiracy stand he works at!

Prompt here - ask me about my OCs!

[sublimecatgalaxy]

Hi I love your Fezco stuff!

Can you write a blurb with him with the prompts 8. 'I really don’t like you.’ - 'And I really don’t believe you.’ and 15. 'How does that feel?’

Thank you!

Yes I love this! Sorry if some of this is all over the place, I was half asleep when writing it LMAO.

"The fact that you're here right now and not at a hospital is pissing me off." My teeth grind together as Fez stumbles past me and into my apartment, dragging his feet with loud, tired groans. He's beaten and bloody and- though I want to say it's shocking- it's not.

Ash texted me fifteen minutes ago, giving me a heads up that he was dropping a very fragile Fez off at my apartment and that he was 'my responsibility'. It's not the first time I've helped either of them patch up after things went south but it was the first time I've ever gotten a warning text.

Warning was received and, now that I see Fez, it's appreciated.

"Couldn't go to the hospital. I'd have to fuckin' explain and shit." He explains vaguely and I nod, understanding his point but scoffing at the fact that he thinks, after coming here at nearly one in the morning, that he doesn't owe me an explanation.

"Oh and you don't have to explain this to me?" I ask, watching him turn slowly and carefully, trying his best not to twist as he grips onto his side.

"I really don't like you." He sighs with a tired smile and, though I know how much he hates when I pry- especially about his job- I can't not care for him after all these years that we've known each other and taken care of each other.

"And I really don't believe you." I crack a smile before jutting a finger in the direction of my couch, an instruction that he gladly follows. "Sit the fuck down and explain to me what happened."

"Just got caught in a raid- wasn't the cops and shit. I don't think they expected Ash and to be there." He wheezes, sitting down on my couch with a quiet, breathy sigh and I can see the red lining his eyes as they finally flutter shut. "I'm fine, 'kay?" He reassures but I can't fight the sad frown that tugs on my lips, my whole body lowering to sit right beside him.

"If you say so." I whisper. "Can I look at your ribs? They look like they're hurting you." He nods, allowing me to lift his shirt so I can inspect the splotchy bruising on his ribs, my fingers tentatively coming up to brush and poke softly at the skin. "How does that feel?"

"Fuckin' hurts man." He laughs, spluttering out a cough as I retract my hands, fisting them into my lap with a pained sigh.

"I'll patch you up, just take a breather alright?" He nods, head lolling against the couch cushion and he sends me a thankful smile, hand reaching out to rest on my hands.

"Thanks, ma." He whispers before looking around with a dumb look passing through his expression. "Sorry for the blood on your couch."

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[heartsleybyul]

RAHHHH YOUR BIRTHDAY IS SOON :DDDD happy early birthday!!

(twst) if i may, i shall request deuce and ace with the gift 1 prompt, romantic with a gn reader please <3

#SOFT PLUSH ; bday event

sent to — ace trappola , deuce spade .

cw : gn reader , mutual pining but its not mentioned in adeuce's side but they just do

a/n : HI ELI <33 and tyank you so much mwa labyu

↳ summary . . . " Arriving to your dorm, you spot a box on top of your desk. You open to see what's inside. "

A tiring day of school rewinded in your head, the memories of this day was tiring but empty at the same time. Ace and Deuce.. they were definitely annoying but you couldn't deny that you liked them. Possible more than a simple 'like'.

You entered you room, Grim being away for a while.

A navy blue velvet box tied with a white lace ribbon and a small bow sat atop your desk. You open to see a stuffed plushie with the colors assigned to your liking, you see that there's a note beside it.

"Hey [name]!! so me and deuce wanted to give you this bear for Good Afternoon [name], me and Ace wanted to give you this plush as a small token of appreciation. Thank you."

The change of handwriting and vibe was quite funny to you, even in letter these two still found a way to bicker.

You look down to the letter.

"From Ace & Deuce.

^ deuce has a stick up his ass he wanted to give this to you not me - ace

^ [name] THIS IS A LIE HE WAS VERY SHY ABOUT THIS AND HAD THE IDEA FIRST. - d

^ STOP LYING BRO - ace (this is real dont believe deuce) "

You giggled at it, but you moved the piece of paper aside. The box had a really adorable plush of your favorite color, and it had some highlights and tints of red and blue.

You wondered where they got this, was it custome made from a manufacturer or did they actually make it? You ponder this question a while still observing the plush. It was extremely soft and smooth, the face was adorable, then you see a small embroidered message which said:

"We hope you enjoy this! Specially made."

No further explanation, but all your thoughts on how this was made all go away when you see a small heart patched up with the your favorite color, red, and blue.

You just loved them so so much.

© astrea-archive : do not copy, repost, or plagiarize any of my works.

[stoic-whumpee]

Gosh your prompts are golden! I read your touch-starved Villain one, and was wondering, do you have anything in mind for a role reversal there? So Villain being in a position of having to deal with touch-starved Hero!

Heya! Thanks for the ask!

[Part 1] [Part 2] [Part 3] [Part 4]

Outcasted, touch-starved Hero has really bad self-esteem issues. They think the team ignore/mistreat them because they are a bad person.

Villain finds Hero, badly hurt and left behind by their teammates, after a battle and takes them back to Villain's lair. Maybe Villain even find Hero dangerously close to their lair and is intending to interrogate Hero once they are better.

But before that can happen, Villain still has to heal Hero first.

Hero's wounds are serious, and through the long process of patching them up, Villain finds out how touch-starved Hero is. In their delirious/ half-conscious state, Hero keeps leaning toward Villain's touches as if they have never experienced a kind touch before.

At first, Villain ignores it and pushes Hero away. But once Hero is more lucid (which might take days, even weeks, just enough time for Villain to start getting attached), Villain realizes that Hero wants to lean into their touch but is not holding themself back.

Villain are surprised that no one has come looking for Hero yet, eventually piecing it together that maybe the team doesn't care about Hero at all.

At some point, they start talking to Hero. It's awkward and stilted at first, because Hero doesn't trust them and still tries to keep a distance from Villain. But it's clear that Hero is very starved for any kindness at all.

Villain can't bring themself to hurt Hero anymore and they are angry at Hero's team for treating one of their own badly. They get even angrier when Hero, falling back into a fever, deliriously tells Villain that they never think they were good enough for the team.

Villain: "I might be a criminal, but at least I treat my people well."

Villain: "That team doesn't appreciate what they have with Hero, I'd have treated them much better."

They develop an uncommon bond, which makes them both question their stance about the other side and their own side.

Cue lots of emotional turmoil when Hero is well enough to leave. Villain can't let them expose their secret lair, and Hero, despite not wanting to hurt Villain, is still fighting against Villain.

Will be coming up with more scenarios for this prompt, so stay tune! Let me know if there's something specific you want to see :D

[softguarnere]

Hey, Dove. Wanted to say that the somft Bill fic is awesome and I 100% melted while I was reading it, thank you very much! (also it's so nice reading about writer's fave, I can feel feels)

I'd like to make one more request if you're not too tired of me sending them hehe. So, here's this trope:

And I would eat up anything with that. Could be headcanons, but an one-shot is good as well. Again, pairing is dealer's choice <3

Don't You Feel My Heart Go?

Shifty Powers x reader

A/N: Ainslynn my dear, I always smile when I see your requests in my inbox :) As someone who struggles to come up with prompts and good starting places for fics, I appreciate every one 😘 And I'm glad that you liked the last fic! I'm back on my there's not a lot of Shifty content and I'm determined to remedy that agenda, so I hope you enjoy this one, and thank you for another wonderful request. (This is written for the fictional depiction from the show -- no disrespect to the real life veterans!) 💕🕊️

Warnings: blood, injury, mentions of war

In hindsight, deciding to have a race in the unknown Austrian terrain probably wasn’t a great idea. Especially not after the afternoon rain shower a few hours before, which has kept the landscape shiny under a thin layer of water.

“You think this is enough to get me sent home?” It’s supposed to be a joke, but Shifty doesn’t laugh. Bright eyes hide beneath furrowed brows as he glances up from your scraped leg.

He sighs and leans back on his heals. “I don’t understand, (Y/N). You manage to go the whole war without gettin’ hurt, and then right as it’s about to end, you find a way to break your streak.”

“Hey, I haven’t gone the whole war. I accidentally burnt myself with your lighter back in Holland, remember?”

“Yeah. But that wasn’t too bad. You weren’t gonna get sent home over it.”

It’s not just a scraped leg, you have to remind yourself every time you even think about putting pressure on it. You had experienced plenty of those in childhood during rough play outside to know the difference. No, this is worse, no matter how much you would rather not admit it. Your shoe had sunk into a moist patch on the road, causing you to lose balance and skid a little down the path. Nothing that you hadn’t done while running up Currahee during Basic. But there’s a long cut tracing down the side of your calf that stings whenever you so much as look at it.

“Where’s Tab? He should have been able to find a medic by now.” Shifty looks around with a frown. You’ve seen him upset before – who have you not seen get upset about one thing or another throughout the war? – but this is different. He usually looks pensive, deep in thought, when something bothers him. Now it’s as if a cloud has fallen over his sunshine face.

“I’m sure he’s fine.”

“But you’re not. Look at your leg!”

You would prefer to not look at your leg, actually. To see your friends and fellow soldiers suffer injuries and wounds in combat is one thing, but to see yourself bleed? It’s one of the only things in the war that has made your stomach turn.

“I don’t know what to do.” Fear creeps into your voice, mingled with the stinging pain that you’ve been trying to ignore. The change in your tone softens Shifty’s expression. He glances again between your leg and the direction that Tab headed when he left to go get help.

“I’m no medic, but maybe we should try to stop the bleeding?” He stands, and before you can figure out what he’s doing, he takes off his t-shirt and rips the hem to create a thin strip. Using the larger section of the fabric, he carefully begins to wipe away any dirt or blood from the cut, apologizing any time that you hiss in pain. Then he takes the smaller section of fabric and tries to bandage the wound with it.

He talks the entire time – half assuring you that you’re doing fine and will be okay, and half scolding you for agreeing to Talbert’s race and injuring yourself – but you only catch bits and pieces of what he’s saying. You’re more focused on the way he gently treats the cut, the way his fingers on your leg cause a warm and funny feeling to run through you. Sunlight shines on his light hair and casts shadows across his face in a way that highlights his fine features. And, most noticeably, he's shirtless, which, for all your closeness with him during the past few years, you’ve never experienced before.

In the past, there have been a few times that Shifty has said something, smiled a certain way, or generally just existed, where something about him has caused your heart to speed up. But there was a war going on, so you had always pushed those feelings about your friend aside. Now though, with the war in Europe over . . . You can’t look away from the man in front of you.

“ – everyone wants to get home somehow, but I’d be so sad to see you go . . .” He looks up then and meets your eyes. Your heart pounds when you realize that he’s caught you staring at him, and you pray that he can’t hear it.

“(Y/N)?”

“Is that why you’re upset?” You ask as the meaning behind his words finally hits you. “You don’t want me to go home?”

Pink tinges his cheeks like the first notes of dawn on a spring morning. “I would miss you.”

“I would miss you, too.” It’s not a particularly hot day, just pleasantly warm, but for some reason you feel like you’re boiling under his gaze. Your words are true – you would miss Shifty, but the more that you think about it, the more that you realize that you wouldn’t miss parting with him the way that you have with other friends. No, when you think about heading home, something heavy – longing – tugs on your heart strings. Could that be what Shifty is feeling too?

Only one way to find out, you suppose.

“Shifty – “ Has your throat always been this dry? You take a breath before you continue, “ – I don’t want to miss you.”

He lifts an eyebrow at your word choice. “I don’t want to miss you either.” He ties off the end of his makeshift bandage and sits back. “Listen, I know that this isn’t the best time to say this . . .”

“Yes?”

“But with the war, I suppose there will never be any proper time.” He glances up at you with something new on his face. Strong, sharpshooter Shifty looks almost nervous, which you can’t remember ever seeing him do before. “I like you, romantically. I could just never find the right way to tell you that.”

Every emotion that you’ve been pushing aside for the past few years seems to slam into you with full force. Your racing heart trips over them. “I feel the same way about you.”

His face lights up, his smile chasing away the anxiety from a moment before. In your relief, you have to laugh, only to wince at a sudden stabbing pain in your leg. Once it passes, you try to flash him a reassuring smile.

“If it took me sliding down a hill for us to admit that to each other, then limping around for a few days will be worth it.”

“Well, you’re lucky that I’m strong enough to carry you around,” Shifty says, nodding towards the piece of t-shirt wrapped around your leg. “because I don’t think the medics are going to let me be your personal doctor.”

The way that his face lights up with his sweet smile at his own joke sends a new rush of emotions over you, but this time you don’t try to push them away. You feel yourself smile in a way that matches his own – it feels good.

Yes, you tell yourself, despite your hurt leg, worth it.

[madness-in-the-flesh]

Prompt 31 with 2b ( if you're able )! Also love love love your writing, I'm rockin with it >:) !

Awww thank you! <3 <3 Means a lot to hear you say. Hope you enjoy this!! Kinda different from the usual stuff but it was really fun to write !!! +D

2BDamned Prompt Drabble

GENRE - Romantic

PROMPT - “ You’re the only one that truly understands me.” [ From this prompt list ]

TRIGGER WARNINGS - Obsessive tendencies, stalking

2BDamned sighed, staring down at you. You were currently unconscious, Currently still under the needed for your latest operation. He loomed over his tablet, briefly checking your vitals. You'd be okay and back to business in 2 weeks, give or take. During your last mission, You had gotten caught up in the crossfire. A simple mistake lead to you getting shot in the side, rather deep and you needed more than just a simple med kit to help patch you up.

Simple moments like this were what he enjoyed. Even if the two of you couldn't share those moments together. You'd never know how much he craved you, At first even he tried to deny it. You were nothing to him: Just someone he was on good terms with and could handle a gun - a few but not scarce in Nevada. Willing to do the occasional favour but it grew into so much more as time progressed.

He was obsessed with you. That was no exaggeration. If anyone knew about his little studies he had on you, the files, photos and extended documents weren't easy to come by. You hid yourself well but there was no escaping him, Not even the other place would keep you two apart. He'd make sure of it. If you knew, He end up dead. You'd most likely try to get someone to take him out, Better yet yourself. He knew you wouldn't appreciate this but he couldn't help himself. Besides what you don't know can't hurt you.

He placed the tablet down, watching your chest rise and fall with every little breath that escaped your mouth. Recalling the fond memories shared in this very room. The jokes you made, jabbing at him and his skills. He would be annoyed but... You were the only one allowed to make those jokes. Anyone else would be made an example of, swift and easy.

You were different. Someone he felt bonded with. A kinship of sorts and that was enough for him to fall. Hook, line and sinker. He wondered exactly how much he could get away with in a moment like this. Gently placing his hand on your check and glancing around. No one was here but.... just in case. He slowly removed the facemask he wore and leaned close to your face. He could feel his breath fogging up his goggles but he didn't care. Just one kiss. He stared; how could you make him this unsure. It was perplexing but something new.

“ You’re the only one that truly understands me.” he felt himself murmur, Placing a kiss on your lips. He pulled away almost immediately but the light touch of your lips on his, made his whole body feel new. Burning with another new feelings. One you'd taught him. He pulled his mask back up into the correct position as he heaved.

Just you and him. Like it should be.

[0celesteisthebest0]

Happy (early) birthday, lovely Celeste! I hope your day is as beautiful and wonderful as you are. You truly deserve the world, and I adore you, my friend 💖

For your requests, may I please request some impromptu slow dancing with Din? Maybe you're both busy working on something around the ship but then an old song starts playing over the radio and a teeny little moment happens together.

(If this doesn't really vibe with you or you'd prefer I took something from a prompt list, just me know and I'll pick something else) x

SAM MY DEAR THOUSANDS OF APOLOGIES FOR NOT ANSWERING THIS ASK QUICKLY!!!!!!!! Thank you so much dear friend! I appreciate your kind words and I TRULY ADORE YOU!!! Oh, this request is beautiful and it definitely fits the vibes! I do hope you like it <3

Slow dance

Din Djarin X Gn! reader

Word count: 1,500

Warnings: descriptions of ship repair, mentions of grogu.

Din sighed for what seemed like the 8th time since you’ve gotten on Sorgan. The damage the ship sustained was bad. You were surprised that the razor crest was able to survive so long, patched together over so many years of stubbornness. Attachment to the things he cares for most were patched together.

“Where should I start?” You had a good amount of experience with fixing up ships when they were nearly broken and you hoped that it would benefit him.

“Start with inside, find something we can use,” he tilted his head towards the inside of the ship. “Grogu and I got it.”

You giggled and started heading inside the ship, “Womp rat ain’t much help.” The kid already started to roam around the ship exploring the planet.

He was quick to get to work, getting the tools to do his best to keep the old ship intact. You rummaged through materials finding medpacs instead of materials. Din could go through medpacs like it was no problem, so you definitely needed to get more, maybe here on the planet or off if the integrity of the ship permitted it. You were rummaging through piles of things that he had on board hoping that something was related to medical supplies but you found a bunch of junk. Well maybe something could be used to fix the repairs outside. As you picked up a box of materials to see if anything helped out with the situation, things kept falling from the box making you huff in exasperation.

You set the materials down next to the armored man working hard on the ship. Grunting at the noise from the materials, being set down harshly and nodded at you, thanking you.

“Anything we can use from here or…” his dark visor peered in the box looking through the contents and humming.

“Here, sit,” he patted at the dirt so you could look through the materials with ease. He kept doing work by your side, he was working on the front replusorlifts, you assumed he was staring adamantly at the frayed wires in front of him but you felt his gaze through his helmet. “Find anything?”

Frowning a bit, you couldn’t find anything and it could’ve been something important that you dropped.

“I might’ve dropped it, here I’ll go-,” you were going to get up and he shook his head getting up before you were able to do anything. You shrugged your shoulders and looked at the damage the repulsors were. It was battered and broken like most of the ship's integrity and Din was very adamant in going to Mos Eisley for these repairs but you were barely able to get on Sorgan. You felt his presence before you turned.

“Think this could work but don’t know if it connects with the deflector shield,” he muttered as you grazed his leather glove giving you a tingling sensation. The panel that was removed from the ship showed the shield projector and you put your hand near the loose wires pulling them and inserting the replacement, receiving a click.

“It worked!” You squealed excitedly, turning to Din who didn’t look once at the ship. “Surprised that the junk you carry in the messed up ship you got works!”

It was fun to tease him, even though you didn’t see his facial movements as you teased but it just made you feel lighter. People always saw Din as someone with no emotions, just someone who is supposed to be threatening. But you saw someone with a hard shell and a gooey center.

“You like my messed up ship,” he murmured and you smiled seeing your reflection on his Beskar.

“Guilty…now tin man, we still have fifty other problems to fix.” You raised your eyebrows at him and he sighed again making it the 9th time today.

“I got the thrusters and can you fix the gear sensors, Cyar'ika.” He never told you outright what the pet name meant but you assumed it was something sweet, not in any way malicious.

“Yeah, I can do it… tell me if you need help with thrusters,” you picked up the box of old parts, knowing there was something in there to fix the sensors. “Is the kid inside?” Slightly concerned that he wandered off. He nodded, looking over the box again to see what he could use for the thrusters. His hands reached for an old portable radio that he put back and grabbed a tool that could remove the thruster to secure its integrity.

As he left to fix the section of the engine you sat near the left gear sensor you hand went instinctively toward the little radio. You started to fiddle with it, wondering why he even touched it if it didn’t work. Of course you should pay attention to the task at hand but…

You started pressing any button to make it turn on, a dim light of the radio screen signaled it was on but no sound came out. Twisting knobs and pressing buttons repeatedly to get anything other than static but not a single noise came out of the system making you give up and put it next to you as you worked on the sensors.

It was quick work considering things, removing the damaged pieces and adding older pieces to it, melding it together until it became one. Peaceful process of sorts, mixing things together until it fits just right. As you finished the modifications to the sensors, you bumped into the radio again and soft instruments glided out of the old speakers. Dreamlike feelings encompassed your being, music filling your ears.

“You got it to work?” Din came down from the engine with an interest in what you were doing.

“Think so, gotta test the sensors though.” You poked at it with your boot and the modifications were solid. Music still rising and falling in the background, patterns distinct and lyrics nowhere in sight.

“Talking about the radio.”

“Oh, I just bumped into it, no biggie,” he seemed transfixed on the device emanating those familiar tunes. “Have you not listened to anything since your radio broke?”

“Your voice.”

“Not literally, I meant- sorry. I just find it a bit surprising that you are able to survive with the bare minimum, no music, just the hum of the ship.” No humming instruments or brass in the background as he slept at night, just the faint humming of the ship. He seemed to tense up with that comment and immediately regretted your statement.

“Easier to- bare minimum helps,” he trailed off and picked up a wrench to fix the engine. The static music stopped and started at random sections of the song. Not quite hearing everything, a choppy song.

“Wait, Din I- would you like to dance with me.” You blurted out not knowing how to make it up to him with the probing comment. His helmet tilted at you confused as you held out a hand for him to take. There was a moment of silence only the static music playing filling the void with something. “Shouldn’t have said that.”

“You said nothing wrong, it is surprising to people who aren’t bounty hunters,” he took your hand slowly, movements showing that he wasn’t too sure on what to do so you guided him closer.

“I just expected you’d let yourself experience things you enjoy other than constant bounties.” Soft moments or feelings of comfort with music and dance. Not constantly fighting for his life but that isn’t the life of a Mandalorian. It's a fight to be hunted or hunt and small moments weren’t appreciated. His figure was no longer tense and he followed your movements and swayed with you.

“Wasn’t raised like that,” he muttered out, trying not to step on your feet as you stepped sideways and back with the rhythm the song set.

“Right, sorry,” it felt like you weren’t good at communicating what things you wanted to tell him without feeling like you stepped on a sore spot.

“It’s alright.” The static was taking over the song and subsequently making the radio silent again and he stopped moving abruptly making you trip a bit causing him to hold you close so you didn’t fall. “Are you okay,” his modulated voice vibrated in your ears and your fingertips touched the cold Beskar wanting to just feel the warmth of his chest.

“Yeah, I'm fine.” You moved away from him looking at his covered face hoping you were staring right at him. “We should go back to work,” you muttered, quickly turning away from him and he held your shoulder momentarily to tell you something

“Thank you for dancing with me,” your heart clenched as he quietly thanked you, You grabbed his gloved hand and squeezed gently. “I enjoy spending my time with you.”

He let go of your hand going back to the engines of the ship and left you alone with a broken radio. You gingerly picked it up and examined what you could do to fix it. Maybe you could give him one more thing to enjoy.

[a-small-batch-of-dragons]

Invisible Assistance

Prompts: If ur taking requests do you think maybe you could write about the sanders sides as kids where Virgil subtly looks out for the others when they’re afraid of things (cuz he can tell as anxiety)? Like for example he plugs in nightlights in the hallway bc Logan is afraid of the dark. He leaves sticky notes with compliments out for Roman bc Roman’s afraid of rejection/falling short. He stitched together little stuffies for patton bc he’s hates being lonely. Those kinda things. Virgil would have to do it discreetly bc the other sides wouldn’t accept the help if it was from anxiety (even if they really really wanted the things that would help). And maybe the other sides find out after they accept Virgil bc he says something offhandedly about it? However you wanna write it tho!!! <3 - renjunstolemykidneys

Can I request a Sanders sides fic where one of the sides is touch averse? - anon

Oh is it kid fic time? it's kid fic time!

Read on Ao3

Warnings: none! fluff land down below bois

Pairings: it is found family to the MAX

Word Count: 3836

When one of the others is afraid, a patch on the back of Virgil’s neck tingles.

It doesn’t hurt, which is good, because that would be really annoying, but it tingles.

Or, five times Virgil helps one of the other Sides when they're afraid, and one time they show him how much they appreciate it.

When one of the others is afraid, a patch on the back of Virgil’s neck tingles.

It doesn’t hurt, which is good, because that would be really annoying, but it tingles. He used to be scared of it. He ran to Janus the first time it happened because he didn’t know what he did wrong, he didn’t know why this thing was happening to him. Janus had calmed him down, walked him through his breathing exercises, and said that it was one of his powers.

“Powers? What powers?”

“I can grow extra arms and I can tell when people are lying,” Janus had said, “those are my powers. You can tell when people are afraid.”

And Virgil could. There was a small patch on the back of his neck that acted like a fear detector, where he could tell what was wrong. Over time, he had figured out how to tell who it was that was afraid.

Logan’s fear felt really fuzzy.

Not like the soft blankets that Patton likes from the hall closet, but the kinda weird static that the TV has sometimes when the video games won’t load properly. It’s fuzzy. It’s kind of hard to think. Sometimes, if it’s really bad, it gets kind of hard to see.

Logan doesn’t like being afraid and Virgil doesn’t blame him. Being afraid isn’t fun, that’s why he doesn’t like it.

Logan’s fear is fuzzy because Logan is Logic. Logan makes things clearer, easier to understand, because that’s his power. He’s really good at it. When Virgil gets afraid for himself, Logan is really good at explaining why it’s not so scary after all. Sometimes it doesn’t always work, but it works most of the time. But Virgil can’t do what Logan does for him because that’s not his power. He just knows when Logan is scared and fuzzy.

At first, Virgil thought it was something wrong with his glasses. After all, Logan needs them to see, doesn’t he? So if his glasses are fuzzy, he’ll be fuzzy. But Logan uses the glasses to see outside, not inside. So it isn’t the glasses. So he starts trying to figure out what Logan is scared of.

Then he notices that Logan’s light stays on all night while everybody else turns their light off.

He mumbles something about it to Logan the next day and Logan tells him that’s because he likes to read at night and so he needs the light. But Janus said his mouth felt weird after Logan said that so Logan’s lying.

Oh. Maybe Logan’s scared of the dark.

Virgil goes back to his room and opens his closet. He scrambles up on the step stool—putting his arms out for balance like Patton and Janus said—and reaches for the box of night lights. He pulls the cardboard down and rifles through it, looking for ones that Logan would like. He comes across a collection of night lights that Thomas saw at the space museum—what was it called? He pulls one closer and reads off the label.

“Planetarium,” he mumbles, “got it.”

It’s a set of nine night lights, one for each planet, and a big one to be the Sun. He scurries out into the hall and checks to make sure no one is around. There’s no one there. He tucks the box under his bed and scampers off. He needs to count how many outlets there are to see how many lights he’ll need.

There is one by the bathroom, two in the middle of the hall, one by Patton’s door, one by Roman’s door, one by Remus’s door, one by Janus’s room, one by Logan’s room, one by his room, and one at the top of the stairs.

One…two…three…four…five…six…seven…eight…nine…ten.

Perfect.

Virgil hurries back to the cardboard box and makes sure there are ten night lights. There are. Now all he needs to do is figure out where each one has to go.

The Sun is Logan’s room. Obviously. Mercury can go with Roman because those two love to play together. That would make Venus Remus because the twins are very close too.

Patton is the Earth because he takes care of all of them. Janus can be Jupiter because he likes being the tallest.

The bathroom can be Uranus.

The stairs can be Neptune because Logan likes that Neptune spins on its side, which is really cool. And the stairs are kind of sideways so it matched.

Virgil holds the last night light in his hands. Pluto. It’s small, a kind of purple-gray. It matches the sleeves of his pajamas. As he walks back to his room, he plugs the Pluto into the outlet next to his door.

Perfect.

He doesn’t feel Logan getting scared by the dark anymore and the Sun nightlight is really bright.

2.

Roman’s fear makes his neck feel hot. Almost like he’s embarrassed by something or he’s ashamed of something. He doesn’t like it, and he can imagine that Roman doesn’t like it very much either.

Roman is really loud. He really likes singing at the top of his lungs, even when there are like four other people in the room that are trying to do something. He really likes talking loudly too, even when they’re trying to do something. Sometimes Virgil thinks that Roman is too loud, but he’d never say that to him. That would be mean.

Roman gets hurt a lot. He says it’s because of his quests in the Imagination but Janus doesn’t believe him. Not about all of them. And that would be a weird place to get bruises. Virgil goes in there too sometimes, to play with Remus and Roman or to train with Roman. One of his other powers is fighting the things that come to hurt Thomas so he has to be ready. And he only gets bruises on his arms and legs from that.

Roman gets them everywhere. And Roman’s a good fighter! So it doesn’t make sense that he’s really hurt all the time.

Virgil does figure out that Roman gets hurt when Thomas feels bad about something. When Roman and Thomas have been working really hard on something and it doesn’t go well, Roman goes off into the Imagination and he looks hurt when he comes back. That’s when Virgil feels that he’s scared.

When they get a bit older and Virgil can start confidently naming it ‘rejection,’ he starts to notice that Roman slumps more when he’s hurt. Like it physically hurts to stand up straight. Which is really bad, because Roman loves to sing but you can’t sing properly if you don’t stand up straight. And if Roman can’t sing, he can’t make himself feel better.

Virgil also notices that Roman really doesn’t like it when he’s not sure what to do.

Virgil isn’t the best person to go to for this, because he’s always upset that things are going to happen and they’re going to happen and they don’t know how. But he notices that Logan, who always knows what’s good to pay attention to, doesn’t help either. Patton is the only one who seems to be able to help. And he helps by telling Roman that he’s doing a good job, that they will help, that it’s okay. Roman likes being told that it’s okay.

Virgil can get behind that.

But Roman isn’t always around when Virgil remembers to tell him that, so he decides to write it down.

On his desk, there is a pack of red post-it notes. Virgil stashes one in his pocket all the time with a pen. When he thinks of something that Roman should hear, he writes it down and sticks it on Roman’s door. He doesn’t go into Roman’s room, that’s mean. And rude. He knows better.

Things like ‘I like your singing.’ Or ‘The pancakes you made were really good.’ Or ‘You did a good job today.’ That kind of thing. Sometimes it’s just ‘I like you.’ Because Roman is good and Virgil likes him. A lot.

When he feels Roman start to get afraid, he goes and writes it down and sticks it on the door. Then he retreats to his room and waits, holding his breath, until he hears the creak of a door down the hall and the fear goes away. If he waits a few more minutes, normally he’ll hear Roman start to sing.

Then he lets himself smile.

3.

Patton’s fear feels really heavy. Like…really heavy. It kind of hurts to breathe sometimes if it catches Virgil off-guard. So he really doesn’t like Patton’s fear.

What makes it harder is that Patton is really good at hiding when he’s actually afraid. He screams really loudly when there’s a spider or when something surprises him—thank you, Remus—but when he’s afraid, it’s harder to tell.

But Virgil sometimes catches him sitting in the living room by himself, watching TV, and he’ll be afraid. Not of what’s on the TV, but of something else. So he’ll come downstairs and ask if Patton’s okay and Patton will say he’s fine, but then Virgil will curl up in a chair and that won’t be true. The fear will still be there. It’s only when someone else comes down that it goes away.

Virgil remembers very clearly the day that he spent an hour sitting downstairs with Patton and left to go to the bathroom. He had come back downstairs to see Janus next to Patton and Patton wasn’t afraid anymore. He’d gone back to his room and thought about it.

Virgil couldn’t help with this as he was, but the others could. Patton was afraid of…of being left alone?

Okay. Okay, Virgil could make things that would make Patton feel less alone.

He was never really good at making things, not like the twins were, but he was good at fixing things when they got ripped. When he wakes up in the middle of the night from nightmares he knows how to fix his blankets and pillows and pajamas. So he takes the scraps of fabric he has from all the ones he still had to fix and frowns.

Patton likes frogs. So he draws a frog on the blue sheet and cuts it out carefully. He folds the fabric over and cuts out another one. He stitches them wrong sides together, leaving a little bit at the bottom. He turns it inside out and fills it with stuffing from the pillow. Then he sews the bottom back up. It’s a little frog plushie, and it’s for Patton.

He leaves it outside Patton’s door to a squeal of delight.

When he feels Patton get lonely again, he makes another one. This time it’s from the galaxy pillow and he makes a cat. The cat’s eyes don’t come out right when he draws them but they kind of look like glasses. Logan’s glasses.

The next time, he makes a lion. The lion is fuzzy because the slipper that was falling apart worked really well for a mane. He gives it Roman’s favorite red sash because he accidentally cut the fabric in the wrong place and needed to keep the stuffing inside.

After the lion, he makes a snake. He gives it a little paper hat like the one Janus wears. He giggles when he sees the final thing, it kind of looks like it belongs in Phineas and Ferb. Agent J.

When Patton gets really afraid, he looks at the last bit of the green fabric he has and chews his lip. Can he…maybe he can make an octopus. Like Remus. It takes a long time and he accidentally pricks his fingers a couple of times, but he gets a sloppy-looking octopus. After a moment, he grabs the pen and draws a smile with lots of sharp teeth. Like Remus.

Patton doesn’t feel so lonely after that.

4.

Remus’s fear feels muffled. Not like it’s there but it’s not really, but it gets hard for Virgil to hear things. Not like Logan’s fear where everything is fuzzy, but like someone has their hands over his ears. He doesn’t like it. It makes his own head louder.

He notices that Roman is loud but Remus is louder. Remus is constantly making noise, not like Roman’s outbursts, but always. He’s tapping a table or stomping his foot or humming to himself. He’s never quiet and when he’s quiet it’s bad.

He remembers watching Roman and Remus come out of the Imagination once and Remus hadn’t made a noise. The twins had scurried off to Remus’s room and they hadn’t come out until breakfast the next morning. Virgil’s head had been really loud all night because everything else had been muffled.

Remus isn’t quiet. Remus doesn’t like the quiet. Remus hates the quiet. Remus is scared of the quiet.

Virgil doesn’t like the quiet either, but he can’t exactly make noise without worrying that he’s disturbing everyone else. But Remus doesn’t have that problem. Remus is loud and he likes that he’s disturbing everyone else.

But maybe Virgil can help.

There is another box on his desk full of fidget toys. Virgil doesn’t use them most of the time because they’re stuck in the back of the desk but he does like the fidget cube. Maybe Remus would like it too?

He figures out how to get another one and makes it green and black. He puts it outside Remus’s door.

Well, it’s not quiet anymore.

But Remus isn’t afraid, so that’s fine.

It’s all fine.

Virgil remembers too late that the reason he doesn’t use the fidget cube that often is because he can’t stand the sound of the clicking and the squeaking of the cube. But Remus isn’t afraid anymore and he has his headphones.

So it’s fine.

5.

Janus’s fear is cold.

It’s probably why Virgil took so long to work out that Janus was scared of anything. Janus didn’t like to admit that he was scared of things. Janus didn’t like to admit much of anything if he’s being real, but he really doesn’t like admitting when he’s scared. And Virgil is used to being cold so he probably didn’t notice it for a long time.

But Janus does get scared and when he does, the back of Virgil’s neck feels cold.

Janus is like a snake the same way Remus is like an octopus and Patton is like a frog. If Logan is right and he normally is, it’s like how Virgil is like a spider and Roman is like a lion and Logan is like a cat. Which means that there are certain things that Janus does that are like a snake.

Even if he has too many arms to be a snake. Like…way too many.

Janus has a forked tongue. Remus is jealous and Patton thinks it’s kind of weird. Janus has scales. Roman thinks they’re strange and Logan thinks they’re interesting. Janus hisses sometimes when he’s tired or upset. They all think it’s cute. Janus doesn’t like that either.

They’re watching a documentary for a science class and snakes come up. Logan leans forward with his notebook, Patton grabs his juice box, and Remus starts thinking of ideas to do with Roman later. Janus watches the documentary. Virgil watches Janus.

“Snakes, unlike humans and most other mammals, are cold-blooded. This means they have an inability to regulate their own body temperature. They must bathe in the sun to stay warm.”

What?

“But basking out here in the open is risky. Predators, like this hawk, can see snakes in the grass, thanks to their incredible eyesight. The snake has to choose. Being safe and cold, or risk getting warm and being lunch.”

What?

The others are focused on the footage on screen or by their own conversations, so Virgil can stare at Janus. Is that…is that why Janus doesn’t like coming to spend time with them? Is that why he doesn’t like coming out of his room? They’re not going to eat him, he’s part of Thomas! They need him like they need each other.

But if Janus is part snake…then it would make sense why he’s nervous about being in the open.

Only later, when Virgil is startled awake by how cold he feels, does he realize that he might’ve been wrong.

Janus isn’t afraid of being around the others, he is afraid of what happens when he isn’t around the others. Because Virgil never feels Janus afraid when he’s with them. He only ever feels it when Janus is alone.

When Janus isn’t in the warmth with them. When he’s safer, maybe, but when he’s cold.

Janus is afraid of the cold.

Well. That’s the easiest one to fix.

Virgil gathers up all the blankets he has and goes to Janus’s door. He dumps the pile on the floor and scampers back to his room, knowing that Janus would’ve heard something hit the ground. He waits, waits, waits, and then—

It’s gone.

The cold on the back of his neck is gone.

Virgil smiles and burrows down under the one sheet on his bed. He pulls his arms tight around his pillow and buries himself under the thin sheet. He curls up as tight as he can and feels that the back of his neck is no longer cold from Janus’s fear.

Janus is warm. That’s all that matters.

Janus doesn’t feel cold again. Janus feels warm. Janus feels warm. Janus feels warm.

Logan has light.

Roman has love.

Patton has friends.

Remus has noise.

Janus has warmth.

They’re okay.

They’re okay.

They’re…okay.

Virgil falls asleep in the cold room.

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Virgil doesn’t like touch.

It…it’s not that he’s afraid of it, but it…

Okay. Here’s the thing. Virgil doesn’t like that the others can touch him.

Thomas can’t touch him. Thomas is safe, Virgil keeps him safe, but he doesn’t touch him. Thomas is safe and that is Virgil’s job because he is afraid and Thomas isn’t and it’s fine. There’s a line there. Thomas and Virgil hold the line between each other and it works.

Patton tries to pull him in for hugs and Patton doesn’t like being alone but his hugs make Virgil feel like he’s trapped.

Logan tries to touch him on the shoulder to get his attention and Logan likes being listened to but that hand feels like a live wire.

Roman tries to pull him close when they fight and Roman doesn’t like being rejected but sometimes Virgil doesn’t know whether he wants to fight the monster or Roman’s grip on him.

Remus tries to scare him by grabbing him and Remus likes noise but Virgil can’t stand being grabbed.

Janus tries to poke him because getting people out of their comfort zones is part of his job but Virgil worked hard for his comfort zone and he doesn’t want to get out of it.

Virgil doesn’t like being touched.

But that’s okay. He can…it’s not like the others normally want to touch him.

Virgil likes to sit by himself. There’s less to worry about when he sits by himself. He can sit and he can make his own noise and do his own thing and he can be fine. He can hold a pillow if he needs to and he won’t get overwhelmed. He can just…be.

He likes the idea of just being.

He doesn’t get to do it often.

So he’s surprised when he opens his door one morning and there’s a box sitting in front of his door.

He takes it back inside and opens it up. His mouth falls open.

There, on top, is the last post-it he stuck on Roman’s door. The one that just said ‘you’re important.’ He picks it up with shaky fingers and turns it over.

Virgil, these are for you. We know what you’ve been doing to help and we want to help you too. We know that you do not like being touched so we got you something that can help. You are important too.

Under the message that makes Virgil blink back tears for a second, he sees the names of the others scrawled in their colors. He puts the post-it note in the most important part of his desk and peers back into the box.

He lifts out a spaceship nightlight. It’s the one from the movie he and Logan had spotted on the way back from school. It’s very shiny and smooth to the touch.

There’s a notebook in the box that has the quote from Winnie the Pooh: ‘Always remember you are braver than you believe, stronger than you seem, and smarter than you think.’ A purple pen is tucked into the binding.

A spider plushie! It’s soft, it’s fuzzy, it fits right into the palm of his hand. It looks like it’s been made out of the Halloween sweater they got given for Christmas. It was a weird year.

There’s a small tin of putty. It’s purple and black, sparkly, and it makes really cool sounds as Virgil stretches and squeezes it. If he traps an air bubble in it, it makes a satisfying pop sound.

Virgil’s eyes widen as he pulls out a weighted blanket. Oh, it’s warm. It’s so warm. It feels perfect. He can understand why Janus hisses when he’s tired now, he wants to do it himself and he’s not even a snake.

There’s one more thing in the box. It’s dark, soft, and for a moment he thinks it could be another blanket. But as he pulls it out, his mouth drops open.

It’s a hoodie. A simple, plain, black hoodie, that’s soft and looks warm and looks big enough to cover all of his upper body.

They…they know he doesn’t like being touched so…so they gave him a shield.

Oh.

Oh.

Virgil doesn’t take the hoodie off until he switches it for a purple one many years later.

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