#zey’s drabbles

[averill-writing]

i'm gonna use this to rant about Atlas. His FULL name is Atlas Mar Rosewood. but a friend calls him "Mars" which created an effect where everyone forgets its not plural. also, like, huge fucking two and cw for Alas' past this man has seen some SHIT. His mother's name was Marilyn Rosewood, and it referred to as "Ms. Rose" or "Atlas' mother" or "The rosewood's mom" After telling Friends about her I've gotten things like "can we kill her", "i'm going to switch realities to kill her(from someone who doesn't believe in switching realities, you know who you are)" and "I hate her(scowling)". And your about to see why! Atlas is 29, born Jan 6 1995. He had a twin, named Azrail, born the same day (duh). Az was older by a few minutes and teased Atlas about it. May 28th, 2006, age 11, Azrail went missing. It's flashback time baby!

Mom - Mother? she likes that one more - called us inside. Dinner was ready. Az told me he was going to stay outside. That he wanted to grab something to show Mother. I nodded quickly, running over to the front door, trying to not trip over the uneven land. Moon light briefly seeping in as I closed the door behind. Mom in our kitchen with Nora on her hip. Smelled like stew. I took a sit across from Hecate, who was doing some sort of color by number. Mother poured a bowl, setting it on the table with an unpleasent clank. An extra for Az. I reached for my bowl but she smacked my hand away.

"Where's your brother?" She asked, voice rough. I knew that tone.

"I-I… Outside, Ma'am. He s-said he needed to grab something," I stuttered, ashamed of my own voice.

"Go grab him, boy. We are saying prayer tonight," Mother scowled. Tone cutting through the kitchen. It grabbed Hecate's attention, perking her head up. I saw Mom open her mouth, presumably to scold her as her eyes glazed over the paper. Hecate didn't need that. Didn't deserve that.

"I'll go get him!" I yelled in a happy tone, distracting from Hecate.

"You better."

I didn't need to be told twice, knowing what she'd do if I didn't. Quickly hopping out of my seat and rushing out the door, trying to not slam it. Frantically looking around outside. Moonlight hard to follow but just enough to see footprints. "There he is!" I thought happily, following the tracks. They lead to a dead end, with Az no where. "Az!" I yelled out. "If this is a prank, its not funny!" My voice fell on dead ears, no reply to come. Only suffocating silence. And he liked silence! Darkness and fuzzy vision making it hard to make out anything. Trees looking like figures and an owl's screech in the background. "Since when did we have owls?" I asked myself. Like expected, nothing but me.

I got frantic, searching everywhere I could see. "Az!" I yelled out loud as I could, hurting my throat in the process. I couldn't focus on that now. "Az! Where are you?!" I yelled, dashing around but all there was, was silence that seemed to wrap around me tighter with each screech. Whether it be the owls, or mine. "What am I gonna tell Mother?" I thought to myself, furrowing my brows. "She's gonna kill me!"

Looking around more frantically, desperate to find him. "Az! Az, please! Where are you Azrail?!" Cries that sounded more like pleas the longer they went on. That stupid owl screeching on like it was its job.

I kept searching, wanting to find him. Needing to find him. I don't know how long I was searching for. Until I felt a warm hand on my shoulder. Praying it wasn't Mom and her angry face, and luckily, it was dad.

"Dad!" I exclaimed, wrapping my arms around his waist.

"Hey, kiddo. Mom said you were looking for your brother, yeah?"

"Mhm," I hummed, stuffing my face in his shirt and getting it wet. "I-I can't find…." I sniffled, words interbroken by sharp breaths and sniffles. "M-moms gonna k-kil m-m-me, isn't s-she?"

"Mhm, maybe," Dad hummed. "But I'll make sure to fix you up," he pinched my check as he spoke and I giggled, batting his hand away. "I think I still have some of those band-aids you like. The ones that are real soft and have the fun characters on them?"

"Yeah," I sighed, wiping away tears and trying to look fine. "I like those band-aids."

"I know you do," he teased a little, poking me. "Let's get inside then, hm?"

I nodded happily, "Yeah."

He led me inside by the hand, pushing open the door as moonlight seeped through, quickly.

"Where is your brother?" Mother demanded.

"Outside, I think. I can't find him, been looking the whole time I was out there," I said, trying to not stutter.

"Well, find him then." She stepped closer.

"I tried!" I insisted. "I tried! He wasn't there!"

"I said find him!" Mother yelled, her hand coming down too quickly for me to react, the sound echoing though the room as she hit me. Pain spearing out as I held my face, biting my tongue.

She soothed out her hair, pushing back little hairs and sighing. "Get up."

I stood shakily, cupping my hands together. "Yes ma'am?"

"Sit."

Pulling out the wooden chair and hearing it scrap against the floor, the sound seems so much louder in the silence. My hands shook violently as I sat down.

"Eat."

"What about Az?" I asked, pulling the bowl towards me.

She shot me a glare and I shut up.

How eventful, dontcha think? (I wrote this on a whim- pls help) After this, physical abuse became more and more frequent and more violent. With his mother, Marilyn, screaming about how useless he is and how he can't do anything right, aswell as trying to distance him from others. 5 months after Azrail's disappearance, October 15th 2006, she began SA'ing him and would frequently try to leave bruises on him. As well as manipulating him and gaslighting, denying him things and support he needed and starving him. Going as far to make degrading comments on his body and things like him not having a lot of muscle mass (lady your starving him- what did you expect?) and would push him to the point of fainting in PE and got mad when he didn't do well. At age 15 in 2010 and June, his mother sent him to a conversion camp cause she suspected him of being gay. The conversion camp fucked him up even more between physical abuse, SA, and even more religious trauma than he already had. She still didn't think it worked and so next, Atlas, age 16, was sent to conversion therapy this time. Again, coming back worse with bad mental health. After induring the most phyical abuse he ever has in one year, age 17, his mother kicked him out of the house.

He went to live with Zey, his friend, who readily accepted him. He lived with Zey until he was roughly 19-21.

And! After what he mother did, he still has EVEN MORE trauma from other people!

[jermer10]

How would you feel about writing drabbles about pyro, heavy, medic, scout and spy with a clown/jester reader? :o)

They often engage in trickery, play silly (and sometimes horribly messy!) pranks on people and overall have a goofy personality along with colorful clothing. (You don't have to do it if you don't wanna, I love your writing and headcannons!)

TF2 mercs with a clown/jester reader

gn reader | jester reader is so silly i love it

includes: pyro, heavy, medic, scout, spy

drabbles under the cut :P

Pyro: Pyro loved your vibrant, clownish energy the moment they saw you. With their mutual love of chaos, you quickly became a duo of disaster. Today, you’d rigged up an elaborate prank - fake flowers filled with water in place of Pyro’s flamethrower. You watched as Pyro gleefully sprayed your target, Engineer, soaking him from head to toe in a wave of unexpected water. Engineer groaned, but Pyro clapped in joy, their muffled laughter contagious. You couldn’t help but join. “Ya’ll ever thought about not doin’ this?” Engineer sighed, wiping his face. You just gave him a huge grin, honking your nose with a silly honk. “Where’s the fun in that?” Pyro high-fived you with a grunt, and the two of you ran off to plan your next prank, giggling like school kids.

Heavy: Heavy sat, deep in thought, quietly cleaning Sasha, when you slid into the room. You tiptoed up to him, eyes gleaming with mischievous intent. Your colorful jester outfit clinked with bells, but Heavy didn’t notice—too focused. Perfect. With grand gesture, you reached behind him and pulled out a massive rubber chicken. Waving it like a magician about to perform a trick, you gave a loud squeak by slapping the chicken against Heavy’s back. Heavy slowly turned his head, one eyebrow raised, completely unamused. “You think this is funny?” he asked, though the twitch of his lip betrayed his amusement. “Yes!” you giggled, your clownish laughter ringing through the room. “Very funny!” Heavy shook his head but couldn’t help the chuckle that escaped him. “You are…very silly.” He let out a small, deep laugh and ruffled your colorful hair. “But Heavy likes silly sometimes.” You beamed, bouncing away to plot your next grand jester act while Heavy watched, shaking his head but smiling fondly.

Medic: Medic was deep in his medical laboratory, concocting some new bizarre experiment, when you decided it was time to bring some color into his sterile workspace. With a wild grin, you quietly slipped in, clutching a bucket of bright, sticky goo. “Ah, mein experiments! Zey are coming along nicely,” Medic mumbled to himself as he worked. You tiptoed closer, your bells jingling slightly, but Medic was too engrossed in his notes to notice. Then, you dumped the bucket of neon goo all over his latest creation. “Was zur Hölle—?!” Medic spun around, eyes wide in disbelief. “What have you DONE?” You stood there, grinning ear to ear, hands on your hips in a victory pose. “Brightened up your day! Science is more fun when it’s colorful!” Medic stared at the mess for a moment before a laugh bubbled up from his chest. “I cannot argue with zat!” He scooped up a bit of the goo and threw it right back at you. Within minutes, the lab was a battlefield of goo, the two of you laughing like mad scientists—or rather, like one mad scientist and their jester accomplice.

Scout: Scout loved your chaotic energy. In fact, he encouraged it. The two of you often teamed up to prank the rest of the team, and today was no different. Armed with a bag of itching powder, you set your sights on Spy’s study armchair. Scout leaned against the doorway, snickering as you sprinkled the powder all over. “You’re a freakin’ genius, ya know that?” he grinned. “Of course!” you twirled around, flashing him a bright smile. “Clowning is an art form!” Spy walked in moments later, completely oblivious. As soon as he sat down, the itching powder kicked in. “What the hell is zhis?!” Spy jumped up, scratching furiously. You burst out laughing, practically rolling on the floor while Scout doubled over, holding his sides. “Oh man, that’s too good!” he wheezed. “You shitheads!” Spy shouted, glaring daggers into your tear streaked faces. Scout gave you a high-five. “We’re the best team, babe. No one can top our pranks!” You took a deep, exaggerated bow, already planning your next chaotic endeavor with him.

Spy: Spy prided himself on his composure, which made you want to test his limits even more. You darted around the base, spreading your pranks, but Spy? Oh, he was your ultimate challenge. Today, you had set up an elaborate ruse: an innocent-looking box rigged with confetti and a loud BANG. Spy walked into the room, his usual air of elegance intact. You hid behind the door, barely containing your glee. As Spy approached the box, he paused. “Hm,” he muttered, already suspicious. But curiosity got the better of him. He lifted the lid, and POP! A spray of confetti exploded in his face, coating him in brightly colored paper. “Mon dieu…” Spy sighed, wiping the confetti from his suit. “You do realize this suit costs more than your life, yes?” You peeked out, grinning. “Totally worth it, monsieur!” Spy looked at you for a long moment, completely unamused. Then, to your surprise, he plucked a piece of confetti from his shoulder and flicked it at you. “You are incorrigible,” he said, though you caught the slight smirk on his face. “I don't know the meaning of the word!” You twirled around, bells jingling as you skipped out of the room.

[mintflavouredwhump]

introducing: me

Some stuff about me: I'm Indu (they/them, zey/zem/zir) and I like to throw fictional characters into angsty situations :)

Why did I make this blog? I was lurking around the whump community for over a year and I couldn't resist making my own space where I could post and reblog whump stuff as much as I want.

Also I couldn't get the idea of a whump blog with a contrasting pastel theme out of my head.

What can you find here? Anything and everything related to whump, mostly in the form of prompts. Non-prompt whump (e.g. oneshots and series) can be found in my writing blog.

Stuff to do if you use my prompts: If you create something based on a prompt, feel free to tell me or tag me in the post!

Content warnings: CWs and 'read more' options will be included at the top for prompts that deal with more violent forms of whump. Even the general ones will have CWs and TWs in the tags. Even then, please keep in mind that this is a whump blog so finding mature content is expected.

My other blogs:

@theinsomniacindian: My main blog. This is where I like and follow from. So far, it has no set theme and just serves as a place where I post and reblog things I find interesting.

@tales-of-the-night: My writing blog. Whump or not, every bit of original fiction of mine will be posted there e.g. series, drabbles, filled prompts etc.

@thestarlessdark: My multifandom blog. It's where all the fandom-related posts I make and reblog go.

whump tropes i like

angst with a happy ending

came back wrong

creepy/intimate whumper

defiant whumpee

feared caretaker

god whumpee

fantasy whump

hurt/comfort

language barriers

living weapons

nonhuman whump

psychological whump

recovery arcs

touch starvation

trust issues

my squicks

(While I will never write about any of these tropes, you might see me reblog posts that include/imply some of these tropes as I tend to just ignore those parts).

anything explicitly sexual

bad caretaker

bigotry as a plot device e.g. ableism, racism (these are sensitive topics and i don't want to offend anyone)

broken ribs

degloving

emeto

extreme gore

force feeding

nudity

pregnant whumpee

recapture

romanticised cannibalism

stockholm syndrome

vivisection

My blog is a safe space, but not one for bigots and abusers.

DNI NSFW blogs blogs.

The blog dividers belong to @cafekitsune.

[foxdemon-loser]

my tf2 oc in emesis blue

lot of blood under the cut

small drabble:

Medic looks around. While escaping from the mutated Heavy, he finds himself trapped in a dark room. Everything is quiet until the silence is broken by a small wheeze, then a harsh breath. Medic fumbles for a light switch, and upon finding one, revealing the disheveled form of the Scavenger. Pinned to the wall in a similair fashion to the depictions of Jesus on the cross, bleeding from pretty much every major area on his body, in his face is carved the word “Traitor”, which is bleeding profusely. The worst part?

He’s alive.

Scavs glazed eyes focus down on Medic, his voice is hoarse, “Doc?” he asks. Medic just nods, wide-eyed in disbelief, he snaps out of it and answers

“Yes..yes it is me..vat did zey do to you?” Medics voice is thick with worry.

Scav has no energy to explain, all he managers to muster is a few words. “I need you to kill me..please.”

Medic hesitates. It makes sense. Judging by the dark circles Scav has been here a while, without sleep, or food, or anything. He looks to be in excruciating amounts of pain. Medic raises his gun, shooting Scav precisely through the heart.

Scavs head lowers as his body goes pale. At peace once more.

Medic continues his way through the slaughterhouse, a little relieved that Scav no longer feels the pain.

But nothing stays dead there.

It’s eternity in there.

[satorinnie]

haikyuu boys after meeting your parents

featuring; osamu, atsumu, suna x f!reader

warning; just fluff <3

notes; i added some parts from my own life so let’s forget about the stuff mentioned in osamu’s part :’D also this is my first time writing something like this so-

miya osamu

miya atsumu

suna rintarou

[pockcock]

OMG ZEY CONGRATULATIONS ON THE MILESTONE!!

Can I request an Eren drabble with Like Real People Do by Hozier? NSFW/SFW, whatever strikes your fancy!

Like Real People Do by Hozier

warnings: slight nsfw. MINORS DNI OR I'LL ACTUALLY HAUNT YOU. soft, just soft. maybe too soft idk.

Eren was looking rather intimidating and carefree in public. That was his persona, his mask almost. He would hide himself from everyone on a daily basis as if he was acting. Behind closed doors, however, he was completely different.

“Close your eyes…”

His words were honey to your ear, sweet and soft. You closed your pearls, waiting for his next move or word with a pounding heart. You felt his breath first, fanning over your face with a minty aroma. And there were his lips… as sweet and soft as his words. His lips started moving as if they were dancing. Yours joined his not long after. His left hand cupped your cheek and a loving thumb found your beauty mark right next to your mouth, caressing and drawing eights on it. Then he moved his lips to kiss it. There you felt his smile on your lips that later turned into a cute chuckle.

“What?!” you scolded pushing his shoulders.

His emerald eyes were shining, you could see your own reflection in them. “You’re fucking beautiful.”

Blushing, you punched his chest. “Bastard!”

When he chuckled again you saw the love. Behind those emerald eyes, there was burning love. A flame that only you could see, the one which would heat you up like a fuzzy blanket in the winter days.

He then laid you down on your shared bed, slowly taking your shirt and admiring your sweet curves, perfections and imperfections. Your neck was his target, slow and sensual kisses found your pulse and moved down. Stopping at your collar bones for a moment to playfully bite them, he proceeded to kiss your chest.

“I wanna live here,” he said in between his kisses. “Right in between your tits.” He nibbed your nipple, soothing it with his tongue. “In your heart…”

Your hands found his long hair, fingers brushed his hair, massaged his scalp. “It’s already yours.”

The expression on his face was priceless.

“I…” he said, not knowing what to say at first. A smile formed on his lips. He moved up, his eyes met yours. You saw love. “I love you, y/n.”

“I love you too, Eren.”

a/n: ASH BABY THANK YOU SO MUCH 💞 I HOPE YOU LIKE IT <3 SENDING EXTREME LOVES AND THANK YOU FOR THIS SONG <3

© 2021 sunshinedragonofthewest. All rights reserved. Do not modify, copy, repost my work.

[mistye-dawne]

graylu 40 ;*

“Cuddle with me you weirdo.” for GrayLu

Cuddle Buddies

An irritated and exhausted Lucy, dragged herself home grumbling the whole time about how she needed to stop letting Natsu pick the jobs they went on. It wasn’t an issue of them not earning enough or even losing part of the reward due to his occasional inattentiveness. It was the constant fighting and monster hunting that she was growing tired of. She could definitely fight and easily hold her own against the guild’s elite, but there was more to mage work than just fighting.

Maybe she just needed to take a break for a week and let her body properly rest. That’s exactly what she needed; to go home, take the longest bath imaginable, and then curl into bed with a good book. Just thinking about sitting in the hot water with her favorite bath salts to ease her tense muscles, put a skip in her step and she hurried home.

When she stepped inside, she locked the door and then made sure the widow had also been locked because she wanted no visitors tonight. Satisfied with her security measures, Lucy heated the bath with lavender salts, then laid out a pair of her favorite underwear and one of several t-shirts that Gray had forgotten at her place. It wasn’t like he wore them anyway.

“Ahhhh, that feels nice, Lucy hummed as she lowered her body into the hot water, her body already starting to relax thanks to the bath salts. She rested her head against the back of the tub and slid deeper into the water till it reached her chin and closed her eyes. She had half a mind to just go to bed but her without her favorite cuddle buddy, she knew that’d be near impossible.

“Where is he anyway?” she wondered. It was nearly ten when she’d gotten home and the apartment had been empty. While she expected to remain empty while she was out of town, it wasn’t unusual for her to come home and see Gray waiting for her. He had a spare key so that he could let himself in for instances like this when she was too comfortable in the bath or just unable to hear him knock. Maybe he had been waiting but left, thinking that she wanted to be alone

Lucy was enjoying her warm bath, but she also craved his touch at that moment. She loved the contrast between his cool skin and hers, how she always shivered at the first moment of contact from him. One would think that she’d be cold while he held her at night, but he always made sure Lucy was comfortable with a few extra blankets to keep the heat trapped between them.

The celestial mage sighed at the thought. Her plans for a nice night alone had been dashed due to her desire to spend the night with the ice mage.

Lucy, lost in her thoughts, failed to hear the ice mage return and rummaging around in the kitchen. She’d been texting him while she was on the train and he stepped out to buy a couple of her favorite sweet treats since she seemed stressed and worn out. He thought to surprise her when she walked in, but when he returned she was already in the bath.

He started to put away some of what he’d bought when he heard Lucy shriek followed by something crashing and the splash of water. Gray rushed to see what had happened and found the blonde sprawled on the floor with her legs still hanging in the tub. He raised an eyebrow at her, unfazed that she was naked.

“Hey, Gray,” she greeted. “When did you get here?”

“Just got back. You good?” he asked, his eyes raking over her to make sure.

“Yep. I just stood up too fast.”

Gray grabbed a towel and tossed it her, leaving her dry off. “You want some ice cream?” he called back from the kitchen.

She walked out of the bathroom and over to her bed. He watched her get dressed while he waited patiently for her answer. “Nope. I want cuddles,” she answered, pulling back the covers on the bed.

“What?”

“Cuddle with me you weirdo,” she whined.

Gray blinked at the blonde standing in front of her bad and pouting at him. “You just fell out of the bath and didn’t care that I walked in on you naked and I’m the weird one?”

Lucy shrugged. “Maybe I’ve just gotten used to seeing you naked all the time. By the way, where’d your shirt go?”

“Hell if I know.”

“Well if you’re done talking about my being naked, will you come to bed?”

The ice mage walked over to her, forgetting the ice cream, and held his arms open for her. She met him halfway, shivering when his arms wrapped around her waist. “I will never understand why you love that so much, but I love your reaction, Lucy.”

“Mmm, I love Gray cuddles.”

Gray led them to the bed, smiling as she made herself comfortable against him. “Hey, Lucy.”

“Yeah,” she mumbled lazily.

“Love you.”

“Mmm, you too, Gray. You… too.” He rolled over, pulling her closer to him and kissed her forehead before he too, drifted off to sleep in the arms of his cuddle buddy.

Thanks for the request dearie!! Enjoy!

[almog2006-blog]

Attack on titan

General

2 weeks sex ban    https://kumori-suwan.tumblr.com/post/655808166120046592/aot-headcanons-how-they-react-after-a-two-week

Reiner

Smut

Threesome with Eren https://piecksz.tumblr.com/post/643935595735973888/pairing-reiner-x-femreader-x-eren-warnings

Bull hybrd https://reiner69er.tumblr.com/post/664260353341915136/word-count-8048-genre-fem-body-reader-insert

Kiss me    https://fierydiamond.tumblr.com/post/653265861543706625/an-this-was-meant-to-be-a-drabble-but-oops

Vampire     https://titan-fodder.tumblr.com/post/664429881622413312/for-keeps-pairing-vampirereiner-x-humanreader

Golden skies   https://jae-ren.tumblr.com/post/647279479590354944/reiner-out-of-reach-whos-dating-your-family

Bad bunny    https://gh0ulte4rs.tumblr.com/post/644961416114323456/thinkin-abt-soft-domreiner-gettin-a-lil-mean-cw

Sex after pregnacy     https://aotslut.tumblr.com/post/644667385809453056/headcanons-sex-after-pregnancy-with-reiner

Somnophilia   https://papijean.tumblr.com/post/655900931495510016/tw-somnophilia-tw-dubcon-tw-creampie-reiner

Mine, his, ours     https://titanicsimp.tumblr.com/post/641780482794717184/pairing-zeke-yeager-x-femalereaderporco

Good kitty    https://bertlsbeloved.tumblr.com/post/645357063860600832/%F0%9D%90%86%F0%9D%90%8E%F0%9D%90%8E%F0%9D%90%83-%F0%9D%90%8A%F0%9D%90%88%F0%9D%90%93%F0%9D%90%93%F0%9D%90%98-%F0%9D%96%97%F0%9D%96%8A%F0%9D%96%8E%F0%9D%96%93%F0%9D%96%8A%F0%9D%96%97-%F0%9D%96%9D-%F0%9D%96%97%F0%9D%96%8A%F0%9D%96%86%F0%9D%96%89%F0%9D%96%8A%F0%9D%96%97-an-i-was-saving

Breeding kink     https://titanicsimp.tumblr.com/post/643687343319138304/i-dont-know-if-this-is-allowed-or-too-far-but

Dilf reiner    https://quartierbeaubourg.tumblr.com/post/653345557998419969/dilfreiner-x-reader

Fluff

Reiner with pregnat so  https://maries-gallery.tumblr.com/post/666962472722464768/imagine-reiner-with-his-pregnant-so-he-would-be

Where did daddy go   https://rreyie.tumblr.com/post/648651011093872640/dawn

With his cousins    https://aphrodite-would-be-proud.tumblr.com/post/642762879403163648/hi-i-love-your-kiddo-hcs-sm-may-i-ask-of-one

Hash https://ereawrites.tumblr.com/post/644382032615653376/hush

Suger daddy   https://pockcock.tumblr.com/post/652573133533052928/zey-im-giving-you-soft-sugar-daddyreiner

Fake dating     https://ghost-party.tumblr.com/post/664216281493504000/pairing-reiner-braun-x-freader-modern-au-word

Speical gift     https://vainilla-milk.tumblr.com/post/658295244230672384/a-special-gift-pairing-reiner-x-reader-tags

Need you   https://ohnococo.tumblr.com/post/642588444177154048/need-you-soft-domreiner-x-freader

Masterlist

General  https://saccharine-darling.tumblr.com/post/637839141102665728/bold-nsfw-italic-sfw-fics-personal-use-ft

Graves into gardens https://pleasantanathema.tumblr.com/post/637167693522419712/graves-into-gardens-masterlist

1    https://colossal-fallout.tumblr.com/post/649384498057953280/first-kiss-good-morning-steam-and-mirrors

Not without trying   https://axoxtxhxh.tumblr.com/post/642673666437644288/rain-not-without-trying-chapter-1

2   https://ohnococo.tumblr.com/post/642011557927206913/reiner-braun-masterlist

JJK

General

Please dont leave     https://suna-reversed.tumblr.com/post/643321891807969280/alt-title-needy-late-night-moments-characters

Megumi

Smut

Good morning mommy   https://sukunababy.tumblr.com/post/651622481259626496/good-morning-mommy-pairing-fushiguro-megumi-x

Somno https://oilivia.tumblr.com/post/640728893540777984/just-my-sleepy-thoughts-about-megumi-tw-somno

Bath time     https://zeroweeenies.tumblr.com/post/645705994040705024/megumi-x-reader-having-sex-in-the-bathtub-please

Fluff

Caught in the act     https://itadorey.tumblr.com/post/647318112628244481/caught-in-the-act-fushiguro-m

Telling he love you while you sleep      https://gumilvr.tumblr.com/post/654281379099607040/drabble-megumi-telling-you-he-loves-you-when-he

Pretty hands    https://lovingumi.tumblr.com/post/635060108700925952/pretty-734pm-fushiguro-megumi-what-if-you

[raijindork]

colu 191 ;*

191. “Don’t give me that look! You started it!”

Erik froze in his spot when he felt something cold, wet, and hard hit the back of his head. He shivered as soon as he felt what he quickly realised to be the remnants of a melting snowball sliding down the small gap between his neck and the collar of his coat. 

Instantly, Erik regretted the fact he hadn’t worn a scarf that morning. 

He turned to find Lucy standing a few feet away, an all too mischievous smirk on her lips as she tried to contain her giggling. “Really?” Erik deadpanned. 

Lucy gave a small shrug. It had snowed all night, and it was so cold that most of it had yet to melt. Lucy wasn’t one to waste an opportunity, either - Erik knew that all too well with how much time they spent together when he did manage to visit Magnolia. But with how much snow had fallen, Lucy would’ve been stupid to not take her chance and throw some of it at the grumpy Dragon Slayer. 

“What else is snow good for?” Lucy asked sweetly. 

Erik crouched down to begin piling some of the hard snow into his gloved hands. “Melting,” he mumbled. “Piling into someone’s mailbox… Shoving down someone’s”–mostly Jellal’s–”pants…” 

“Well, yes… But–wait, what are you doing?” Lucy’s eyes went wide when she saw Erik now heading straight for her, boots crunching in the snow as he tossed the rounded ball between his hands. A menacing grin was set on his face and it took Lucy all of a few seconds to realise that he planned on getting her back. “Erik, no!” 

Lucy didn’t get to run very far before Erik caught her, a hand around her arm before it went around her waist and he pulled her towards him, and then he was dumping the snowball right on top of Lucy’s head. 

“Nooo! It’s cold!” Lucy squealed. Erik had forgotten his scarf, but Lucy had forgotten her beanie and now her head was freezing as snow was melting in her hair as she quickly tried shaking it off. 

Erik watched in amusement as his girlfriend rid her hair of the snow. “That’s what you get for throwing one at me.” Like he would’ve let her get away with that. Hell no. It had somehow managed to melt all the way down his back and straight into his underwear, and it wasn’t pleasant in the slightest. 

Once Lucy had finished picking most of the snow out, she simply huffed in frustration and stomped past him in the deep snow, shoving his arm as she did so. 

The scowl on her face only had Erik rolling his eye as he caught up to her again. “Oh, don’t give me that look!” he groaned. “You started it!” He knew that Lucy was competitive in some areas, but now she was just being a sore loser, and it hadn’t even been a competition at all. 

“It was cold,” Lucy pouted. 

“Funny that.” 

Really, it wasn’t like Lucy was upset. She was mostly just surprised he’d even made a point of getting her back. Erik usually just brushed silly things like that off… 

Still, he hadn’t that time, which had Lucy wondering just what she could get away with. Erik had his better days, as far as his tolerance went. Maybe that day was one of them. 

Her pout turning to a small smile, Lucy stopped again to pick up some more snow. Erik barely noticed it until Lucy was throwing another smaller snowball at him, right at his ear that time. He could shake his head as Lucy ran off ahead laughing at him. 

So… It doesn’t snow in Australia, so I have no idea what snow feels like? Forgive me if this is way off. My first idea was a food fight kind of thing, but I thought this was more fun. 

[clonewarslover55]

Hey Abi! It's fucking me again!! 😚❤ I'm here to request some spiccyyyy captain Maze content. Literally anything you have to offer. Headcanons or a little blurb. N E THING.

How about some general headcanons?!! I did these so I could get a feel of his character again. So if you have anything in mind, like relationship headcanons or a drabble, I'll be happy to write them!! 

Captain Maze general headcanons 

Alpha-26 is also known as Captain Maze 

His name is Maze because he dreams of being a farmer 

But we’ll cover that in a second! 

Anyways! 

In the beginning of the war Captain Maze was your typical good soldier 

He’d follow orders blindly and do whatever he was told 

Well Maze reads every time he has a chance too

So he reads instead of sleeping 

Mostly to educate himself on politics and such 

Soon, Maze realized the Jedi should not be in control 

He believes this because it goes against their rules 

But he mainly thinks they should not be in power because they weren’t elected

He also learned that Palpatine, and his rules, fucking suck 

So he changes drastically as a person 

Like he grows up *wipes eyes* 

When Order 66 comes along, his chip doesn’t work because he’s an Alpha 

Most extra genetically modified clones like the Alpha’s, Null’s, and Commandos didn’t follow the order

Because they’re more independent than others, so their chips just didn’t work 

That’s also why they’re all fucking nuts

Anyways

When Order 66 comes he tricks a Null ARC, who are basically supercomputers  

So Maze is a smart man! 

He fakes the death of his Jedi general because he respects him, and doesn’t want to lose a pal 

Maze is a good man like that. He isn’t some blind killer 

Maze wasn’t like king of sarcasm Alpha-17, he’s surprisingly different 

Maze is more quiet, using his spare time to read and research

He’s very conserved, keeping to himself 

Similar to Niner in a way! So he’s a quiet serious man who is the bossTM

Haas a stick so far up his ass you can see it when he talks 

I love Maze but we all know he’s a party pooper 

Anyways!! 

Being an Alpha, like I said before, means he’s very independent

So he isn’t the best with others, especially other extra genetically modified clones 

Which is why when he told Captain Ordo to respect Jedi more he got punched in the face 

Maze is very respecting, but he punched Ordo back a few times in the future 

So he holds grudges if you punch him in the beautiful face 

Maze is just a simple Alpha ARC 

This means he’s the type of man to stop a bar fight or the man to join one.

 Depends what the stick up his ass says 

This man is just so fucking tired please help him 

Maze works on Coruscant under the Jedi general who controls the Commandos 

Jedi Arligan Zey to be specific! This is also the Jedi general who Maze helps fake his death 

So he works a job similar to Fox, in a few ways at least 

So he needs a god damn nap 

He runs off of caff, but so does his general so it’s fine to them 

Maze is pretty high up, so he knows plenty of “fun” details 

But he isn’t a fan of the Null’s, so he won’t tell them 

The Alpha ARCS and Null ARCS have some weird ass feud going on 

Best not to ask questions

Maze is just a huge bookworm and dreams of a future. 

A future as a farmer……..

He just wants to be a farmer, it seems so calming in the books 

Maze just wants a relaxing future 

After Order 66 he gets that! Thanks to Kyrimorut 

Tags: @leias-left-hair-bun @iamassbuttkingofhell @catsnkooks @mxndalorians @colorfulloverbatturkey @peacefulwizardfox @jedi-mando @ahsokatano-thetogruta @cherry-cokes-world @julyzaa @feathersforclones @chr0nicbackpain @strangebroadwaykinks @jedi-nila-rhyn @fyrepen33 @mistflyer1102 @mermaid-of-kamino

[somesuperherowrites]

To the Rescue

request: Will you do a Luke Alvez x Reader Drabble where you’re taken by an Unsub and he just barely rescues you and it’s all fluff and all love and all goodness!

a/n: part 2 will contain the fluff !

....

Luke paced around the bullpen anxiously. You weren’t answering any of his texts or calls. Normally, this wouldn’t worry him. He knew you usually took a while to respond, but right now the team had just gotten a case in D.C. and the unsub’s type fit you exactly. When he had seen the pictures of the unsub’s victims, it felt like he had been drenched in ice water. They could have been your mirror image.

He nervously dialed your number again and put the phone up to his ear, “c’mon, c’mon Y/N. Please pick up.”

“Hey, this is Y/N! Leave a message and I’ll call you back.” Your bubbly voice resounded in his ear. Luke quietly cursed to himself. He was going to have to ask Garcia to ping your phone.

Luke practically ran to where Garcia was sitting with Emily in the conference room. “Hey, uh, Garcia. I need you to ping Y/N’s phone for me please.”

Penelope quirked her eyebrow questioningly, but began typing on her tablet.

Emily looked at him concerned, “Luke, what’s wrong?”

“Y/N fits the unsub’s type and I can’t get her on the phone. Oh god... what if he has her Emily.” He was very quickly breaking down and he knew that, but the thought of a serial killer kidnapping you was enough to make him panic.

Emily nodded, “Garcia, did you find anything?”

Garcia stared at her tablet, “Yeah, her phone last pinged right outside your apartment complex. But that was three hours ago.”

“Penelope! Where is she now?” Luke took a shuddering breath. He had to remain rational. Maybe you had turned your phone off for some reason once you were in the apartment.

Please. Please. Please. Be in the apartment Y/N.

“Here is the video footage from the camera near where her phone was last pinged.” Garcia pressed play and the three of them watched as you walked down the sidewalk.

Luke’s breath hitched in his throat as he saw a man approach you and start talking. No alarms bells appeared to be going off in your head. You seemed calm. You pointed down the street and the man nodded his head. As soon as you turned your back, the man forced a cloth over your mouth.

“Oh my god.” Penelope breathed out. They were watching your abduction.

Luke watched as you resisted at first then quickly surrendered to the drugs. Your limp body was then thrown into a nearby van. The whole interaction had take 2 minutes.

“Damn it!” Luke tightened his hand into a first and punched the table. He tightly closed his eyes with his fist resting on the table. Truth be told, it was the only thing keeping him from falling over right now. God, this couldn’t be happening.

“Penelope, track that van and run facial rec. I’m going to get the team.” Emily commanded as she stood up.

She walked over and placed a hand on Luke’s shoulder. “We’re going to get her back Luke.”

Luke bit his lip. He wasn’t one to cry in front of others, but right now, he was fighting like hell to not break down sobbing in the conference room. He pushed himself up off the table. There was only one thought running through his mind now - he had to get you back.

....

You groggily shook your head. Where were you?

You winced as the memories came flooding back to you. Shit. Someone had kidnapped you. Panic began to overtake you and you struggled against the restraints that we hanging you from the ceiling.

How could you have been so stupid. You had pepper spray and you hadn’t even used it. Luke would be so disappointed that you hadn’t fought back hard enough. Luke.

You took a deep breath to keep from crying. Luke was going to find you. You had to believe that.

Footsteps sounded from the hallway near where you were being held. Your eyes widened. Oh god, he was probably a serial killer. You couldn’t survive this. Luke was the tough one in your relationship. He was strong and good and could handle all the bad that the world had to offer. You couldn’t.

He was going to save you. Luke was coming for you.

You pulled against your restraints as hard as you could as a man appeared in front of you with a knife. You cried as you felt him press the cool metal of the blade against your throat.

His breath fanned your face and he smiled, “I’m gonna have fun with you.”

....

Luke paced the floor and exhaustedly ran his hands through his hair. “What are we missing? We have to be missing something,” he demanded looking around to the team members who were tirelessly working in the bullpen.

“Luke,” Emily started gently, “it’s been 3 days. You haven’t left and you’ve barely slept. You need a break.”

Luke scoffed, “do you think she’s gotten a break from the unrelenting hell this unsub is no doubt putting her through?” Heavy silence met his rhetorical question.

“Yeah, me neither. Emily we’re running out of time. He keeps them for 4 days at most. He tortures them, brands them, then dumps their body; and I.. I can’t -“ his voice broke.

Emily stepped towards him and looked him in the eye, “Luke, we can’t think like that. Okay? We’re missing something. You’ve studied this case more than anyone. What are we missing?”

Luke stared at the board in response. What was he missing?

“Hey Spencer!” he began putting together the dots of thoughts in his mind.

Spencer looked up from where he was sitting at his desk, “yeah?”

“Do you have that geological profile?” Spencer nodded and held the map up, which Luke snatched out of his hand.

Luke slammed the paper on the table, “there it is! the letters are of the streets the bodies were found are spelling out my name. Atlantic Street, Lawrence Avenue, Victor Street, East Capital. There’s no Z because that’s where he has her.”

Prentiss’ eyes widened. “Spencer, what street names in D.C. start with a Z?”

Spencer racked his brain, “There’s only one. It’s called Zei Alley. It’s two minutes away from the White House. Do we think he’s that bold?”

“No, I think he’s that stupid.” Luke grabbed the keys from his desk and paused when no one was moving. “Let’s go! He kills them at that location on the 4th day. She doesn’t have that much time.”

Prentiss nodded, “you heard the man. let’s go save Y/N.”

....

Your body was on fire. Anytime you moved, you felt the sharp sting of the cuts that littered your body. Luckily, he hadn’t cut too deeply. Unluckily, everything he did seemed to be because he wanted to cause you maximum pain.

You tried to lift yourself up on the top of your tip toes to give your arms some much needed relief. Being shackled from the ceiling was torture in itself.

You felt tears fall freely from your face as you heard footsteps coming toward you. You closed your eyes in dread. You knew what was coming, and you couldn’t take anymore.

“Please, please stop,” you sobbed.

“Shhh. It’ll all be over soon.” He grunted as he lifted your body against his so that he could undo your chains. He let your arms fall unceremoniously to your sides.

You screamed at the blinding pain that was taking over you. If you thought your arms had hurt before, boy were you wrong.

Your captor sneered at you, “Oh, shut up.”

He placed some a damp cloth against your mouth, and you welcomed the sweet darkness that it brought with it.

...

It wasn’t long before the team arrived at the location that the ubsub was going to bring you to. There was no sign of you yet, but everyone was waiting undercover and ready to jump in the second they saw you.

After 2 hours of waiting, a white van pulled up by Zei alley.

Luke immediately brought the team’s attention to this new development. “Guys, I’ve got a white van by the alley.”

Emily looked over the newspaper that she was holding as she sat on a bench. “I’ve got eyes on the van.”

They watched as the driver got out and approached the passenger side. He pulled the passenger out and help them up.

“Passenger looks unconscious. This is definitely our guy. Move in.” Prentiss commanded.

As the unsub shuffled you into the alley, he was surrounded. He held your body close to his and used you as a shield for protection.

Luke’s breath caught in his throat. You weren’t even awake. You couldn’t fight back. He wanted to scream in anger - how was this fair?

Luke licked his lips as he was thinking and his eyes darted between you and the unsub. “Okay, I’m going to put my gun away, and they’re going to back up, okay?” Luke slowly placed his weapon in its holster.

The unsub tightened his grip around you and shoved the knife deeper into your throat, so droplets of blood were now appearing on your skin.

“Hey, hey, look. You want me, right? That’s why you were spelling out Alvez, huh? Now take me instead of her okay?” At this point Luke was practically begging, but he didn’t care.

“You don’t want it to go down like this, okay man? You don’t wanna do this,” Luke pleaded.

The unsub was seemingly persuaded and loosened his grip on you for a second. A look of hatred flashed in his eyes. “You’re wrong,” he snarled and plunged the knife into your side.

....

You were trying so hard to open your eyes. Something was going on, but you couldn’t open your eyes. You thought you heard Luke’s voice faintly come in and out of focus. “down....don’t wanna..”

Was Luke coming to save you?

You suddenly felt a searing pain in your side and immediately screamed Luke’s name.

Gunshots sounded and you fell to the ground with the unsub. Everything was hazy and pain was consuming all your senses, but you knew without a shadow of a doubt when someone picked you up that it was Luke.

Your eyes kept fluttering open. Trying to stay conscious to see Luke was hard.

“Hey, hey, hey. I need you to stay awake for me Y/N. Can you do that?” Luke pleaded with you. His voice was like crystal water washing over you. So refreshing. Just what you wanted and exactly what you needed.

Even though you were pretty sure you were bleeding out, his voice was enough to make you quirk the side of your mouth into a slight smile. You knew you couldn’t talk, but you kept your eyes open long enough to meet Luke’s concerned gaze for a second before finally falling unconscious.

“No. No. Don’t do this Y/N.” He grabbed your face in his hands. “Come on. Please...” Tears were freely falling from his eyes and he desperately held pressure to your wound while begging you, pleading with you to stay with him.

In a second, medics ripped you from his arms and began applying pressure to your stab wound. They rushed to place you on the gurney and into the ambulance. Luke blindly followed them, unwilling to be apart from you for even a second.

[satorinnie]

friendship between rawenclaw!reader and slytherin! suna

featuring; our favorite boy suna

warnings; just some wholesome friendship headcannons cause why not :>

note; this a very spur of the moment headcannon post (also my first time doing one) so enjoy >:)

okay, suna definitely brings out the playful side in you, always annoying you to the brink of just giving in to his activities like playing hide-and-seek on the hogwarts express

now this isn’t any playful type of one tho. both of you are adamant on taking it seriously and using top notch strategies to win the game so it usually gets very intense to the point where every other passenger gives up on trying to stop you both

you also add in bets on who will win since you both have a pride you don’t let go off. suna usually bargains for a packet of jelly sticks or anything related to food, while you just tell him to leave you alone without games for a week to get your peace back. (ps. it usually ends up with him winning)

you guys also always do you homework in the library together. suna wasn’t a dumb student but he also wasn’t the brightest one which always led you to tutoring him or just letting him copy of your work, but that doesn’t mean you don’t mess with him

you argue its for his sake! if the teacher sees his answers are the same as your they’ll definitely punish him, so you take it upon yourself to give him the wrong answers from time to time

suna: what’s the answer to 27?

you: merlin’s ass

suna still writes that answer down not even thinking if its wrong or not. he just trusts you that way lmao

making weird faces at each other from across the great hall. im sure this would be canon if real, it doesn’t need more explanation

suna always manages to find you in the huge halls of the school and knock the books in your hands from behind you. when you get down to collect them and see suna above you with a smirking expression; suddenly the books are forgotten and the only thing on your mind is murdering that bastard alive considering the amount of times he’s done it

and when you don’t manage to catch up to him (which is usually the case) he goes back to collect the books laying on the ground because he feels bad :// he gives them to you during lunch break with your favorite snack placed on top. you could never resist the look he gives you (enter the puppy dog eyes) with a flick on the forehead you accept his apology despite him continuing this habit.

complicated. handshakes. that’s all. it includes legs, hands, hips, heads, idk add in everything. it takes you weeks to form it and weeks to memorize it but its something special to you both so you cherish it

it was suna’s idea but you both know each other’s dorm passwords for emergency cases, tho %99 of the time its just suna coming in secretly to steal some stuff from your secret food stash bcs he’s hungry or he just wants to share the latest gossip at 2am bcs its that important

being sarcastic 25/8. literally not any of your conversations are serious

one day you went to his dorm at night to lay down next to him bcs you felt a little scared with the lighting and asked him “will you ever fall in love”

he answered it with “i can’t even fall asleep”

he always annoys you for you attention; anywhere, anytime. may it be class, recess, lunch, or even your sleep time. pokes anywhere on your body, throws paper balls or planes across the classroom; his target being your head. he’ll bug you during lunch so you’ll buy him jelly stick or share from your secret stash (he doesn’t mention how he already steals from there) or even moaning in the back of the class or doing something stupid and blaming you if caught

yeah he’s that kid

but nevertheless, despite being sarcastic all the time around school, behind closed doors you have deep, real, and meaningful chats about life in general. he somehow has a poetic side to him and his explanations on certain topics always manages to amaze you

you both trust each other a lot so you can be real about your feelings and how you feel about certain stuff. he always listens with an open ear never missing a second of your talk. suna is a good listener and he always makes you feel valued during those moments

overall you guys have a very wholesome and lovable friendship that every other student envies bcs yall are that cool and amazing lol

[pockcock]

warnings: minors do not interact or I'll haunt you. dubcon. voyeurism. mutual masturbation (?).

Porco hates being the younger one.

He hates when you met Marcel and him at the same time yet fell for his stupid older brother just because he was graduated and has a job. He hates seeing you come over to have dinner with them or to watch a movie then cuddle with Marcel on the couch. He hates how he treats you. Porco would treat you much better.

He doesn't really know when he started stealing your panties, most of which were Marcel’s gifts. It was an accident at first. He saw your cute purple lace panties after you took a shower in their house. He wanted to give it to you but then he saw you and just shoved them into his back pocket like nothing happened. When you left with Marcel to have dinner in one of the restaurants in Liberio, Porco found his hands wrapped around his cock with the cloth and befor he knew it was ruined. That was never his intention, for Ymir’s sake, he just wanted to return it, but the poor boy couldn’t help himself when he felt your slick on the smooth fabric. Porco just had to know how it’d feel around him.

Then it became a habit.

You know something was going on.

At first you thought Marcel was throwing them to the laundry basket but it wasn’t the case. You asked Marcel about it and he looked at you as if you were crazy. You tried to find it on your own too. You knew their laundry day, you knew where they put the clothes to dry yet you could never find your favorite pair of panties.

Until one day, you saw him.

You were in the shower, shampooing your hair, when you heard the door opening. Someone came in, got something and went right out. You knew it wasn’t Marcel from the figure’s height, but you just didn’t want to believe it was Porco. When you got out of the shower, you heard soft whimpers coming from Porco’s room. You peaked through his door and oh boy there he was, laying on his bed with his glorious body.Porco was the one stealing your panties. Wait, Porco was fucking them!

His hands were wrapped around his shaft, it wasn’t big but it was definitely thick. He was chanting your name like a hymn, breaths ragged and whimpers broken. You were getting aroused by the sight of him, believe it or not, his effect on you was extreme. You didn’t even realize when your damp fingers found your clit and when you started whimpering with him. Porco was too lost in the image of you to hear you, or see your figure pleasuring yourself in his sight.

But one of you had to ruin this moment, right?

When the pleasure started to become unbearable, you held onto the door handle but your damp hand slipped, causing a loud noise. Porco snapped his eyes open, seeing you standing in the door frame with flushed cheeks. You slammed the door and went on with your day.

After that incident, Porco threw all of your panties ruined with his thick cum away and promised himself to stop doing it. He was doing fine too, until one day he found one, covered in your cum, on his bed.

It becomes a secret of you two. Whenever you come over to have dinner, watch a movie or have Marcel help you study, you bring one pair with you. Sometimes you drop it onto his bed, when Marcel isn't around you slip your hands into the pocket of his hoodie and give him a wink.

Porco now plans to actually feel you around him. He doesn’t know when but it’ll happen.

huge thanks to @yourwildsimp for beta reading 💞

© 2021 sunshinedragonofthewest. All rights reserved. Do not modify, copy, repost my work.

[returnn-of-the-mac]

9 for Curie!

This one is a little sad, tbh, but I’m still pleased with how it came out. The 9th song on shuffle was Firework by Katy Perry. I was planning on using the song name as the title, but the story has nothing to do with fireworks, so I thought that would be a bit cheeky. So I started the drabble with a line from the song (italicized), and the title is a piece of the line. Please enjoy!😊

Cannot Be Replaced

“You don’t have to feel like a waste of space; you’re original, cannot be replaced.”

“Curie?” Sole called.

Curie and Sole had decided to set up camp at Walden pond for the evening, when the former had volunteered to gather some silt beans she had spotted down by the water. It had been nearly two hours since Sole had last seen or heard from [his/her] companion , and he/she was growing worried.

After about ten minutes of searching, the sound of gentle sobbing came into earshot. The noise led Sole all the way to the bank of the pond, where he/she saw Curie looking at her reflection in the water and weeping.

“Curie,” Sole repeated, “What’s wrong?”

Curie looked at her companion, tears streaming down her face.

“Oh, eets just zat...well, while accompanying you on your travels, I ‘ave ztarted to pick up on ‘ow much synths are frowned upon een ze Commonwealth,” she admitted, “Going into Diamond Zity, or joining you aboard ze Prydwen...I was zcared zomeone would find out and lose all respect for me.”

Sole remained silent, letting [his/her] friend express her feelings. [He/she] had just recently recovered from the emotional trauma of an eerily similar event that had happened months ago, and Sole prayed that was not a case of history repeating itself.

“Zometimes I wish I ‘ad stayed a Miss Nanny. I wouldn’t ‘ave had to live as ze very zing everyone despises,” Curie confessed, “But at ze zame time, I know zat my robotic form was preventing me vrom reaching my maximum potential as a researcher. I ‘ave achieved zo much more in zis body zan I ever would ‘ave ‘ad I stayed as a Nanny. But at what cost? Eef anyone ever vound out...would zey ‘ate me? Would zey shun me? Would zey execute me?”

“Curie,” Sole began, “You are one of my best friends, and one of the kindest, gentlest people I know.“

“But—“

Sole hushed their distraught companion, “And you seem to be so much happier in this new body than your old one. You can walk, you can run, and what’s that new action you’ve discovered that you seem to can’t get enough of?”

“Oh,” Curie giggled, turning slightly pink, “You called it...’ug?”

“Exactly. And would you be able to give me or any of our other friends hugs if you were still a Miss Nanny?”

“Non, I’m afraid not.”

“Right. And who cares what other people think? I can name at least 5 synths that we’re good friends with. Do you think any less of them?”

“Non.”

“Exactly. And genuinely good people won’t think any less of you,” Sole continued, “And think of the people that are openly hostile toward synths. Are they really people you want to be friends with?”

“Non.”

“Curie, we all love you synth or not. You’re a part of our family over in Sanctuary. You are so sweet and so...pure...it’s refreshing,” Sole smiled, “It’s a nice change from all of the people who have been jaded by the conditions out here. You’re truly irreplaceable.”

Curie sniffled and wiped her tears. She then threw herself into Sole’s arms, giving them a tight hug.

“Oh, zank you, [Madame/Monsieur]! Talking to you ‘as ‘elped me feel better.

Curie pulled away from Sole and reached into her pockets, pulling out a handful of silt beans.

“Plus, eef I were still a Nanny, I would not ‘ave been able to pick zees beans,” she laughed, “I ‘ave succeeded in my mission, yes?”

[mistye-dawne]

graylu 14 * u *

Prompt: “Here, take my hand. Everything is fine, just hold onto me and keep moving.” for GrayLu

Tremble

Gray watched the dryad approach him from her tree, a bright and warm smile on her face that contradicted the way her body shook from the cold. The ice faerie had been in her forest for weeks now and the two had been near inseparable. For the last week, she’d returned to her tree at nightfall because it was too cold for her to rest if she didn’t.

The snow had not yet begun to fall so they still had time together. But Gray knew that time was short and that made him sad. Lucy didn’t think about that one bit, though. She was excited for the snow to come so that she could finally see and feel it. He loved how lively and carefree the dryad was. True to her nature she worried not about the inevitable and lived each day full of joy. He was going to miss that.

Lucy skipped up to Gray, maintaining a safe distance from him as he’d asked the first day they met. She noticed the pensive look on his face and clapped at him, bringing him out of his thoughts.

“What are you thinking about?” she asked.

Gray shook his head and just smiled at her. “It’s nothing.”

“Hmph.” She didn’t buy it and started off into the forest without another word to him. The ice fae let out a heavy sigh and followed her, wondering where she’d lead them today.

Gray worried about the dryad. She’d never experienced snowfall or a winter freeze. Even at the current temperature, he could see that she was uncomfortable. He stopped walking and looked up at the sky, or what he was able to see through the treetops. Snow would fall tonight, if not during the day, and he would be gone by the week’s end. He’d stay to make sure that Lucy and the rest of the forest were sleeping before left her and moved on to his next destination.

Lucy didn’t wait for Gray to catch up to her. She’d shown him many of her favorite spots in the short time they’d been together and was confident that he’d be able to determine where she went. If he had even followed her. Lately, his attentions have been on the thoughts running wild in his head rather than enjoying the time he had left with her.

The dryad wove her way through the trees and brush until she came to the river, then followed it upstream. Normally she would have walked closer to the bank but the waters had grown too cold for her to be comfortable. Though she made sure to keep her comments to herself, because she didn’t want the ice faerie to constantly worry about her. She just wanted to spend their remaining days together smiling the entire time.

“Lucy!” she heard him call from behind.

“You’re slow, Gray!” she teased as he came into her sight a little ways downstream. She waited for him to reach her before continuing forward.

When they had reached the thirty foot waterfall, Lucy climbed a hidden path to the top with Gray right behind her. This part of the forest was elevated a bit higher than the rest and the waterfall could be called one of the highest points. She’d brought him here once before, when the morning was still dark, so that they could watch the sunrise from there. That morning, Gray realized that he’d made a horrible mistake without noticing. He had fallen for the dryad. Since then, the closer winter came, the more her worried about her.

He thought about how he wanted this last week to be full of happy memories for them both since he knew that he’d probably never come back. He didn’t want to subject her to his winter ever again and decided that he would go far away, wishing her the best and hoping that she would forget him. Gray watched Lucy climb onto a fallen tree and begin to cross it, when she lost her footing and fell. He reached out, grabbing her hand and pulled her back to the shore, only to realize his mistake a second later.

Lucy held her arm to her chest, the limb now frostbitten from his touch. She understood now why he never allowed her too close to him. Gray fell to his knees, his arms folded in against his body so he didn’t make the same mistake.

“Lucy,” his voice trembled.

“I need to get home, Gray,” she directed him. He looked at her and flinched away as she reached for him. She was trembling, from fear or the pain he didn’t know which. She did need to get home and that wasn’t possible to do on her own.

The ice faerie stood and hesitantly offered his hand to her. “Here, take my hand. Everything is fine, just hold onto me and keep moving, okay?” Lucy nodded at him and took it, hissing at the freezing bite. “Please, only hold onto my hand. Don’t touch any other part of me,” he warned. “Dammit. I’m sorry, Lucy.”

She shook her head, protesting the fault he was putting on himself. “It was an accident.” She was stuttering her words now. “I’ll be okay. You’ll get me to my tree and will have saved me a second time.”

A second time. Her words echoed through his mind. If he hadn’t pulled her back to him, she’d have fallen to the bottom of the waterfall and would still have been gravely injured. This way at least, she was still able to move with assistance.

“We’re almost there, Lucy.” Gray wanted to apologize again but knew that she’d only brush his words aside. When they reached the clearing, Lucy lunged forward wrapping her arms around him. “Lucy! What are-”

“I don’t want you to leave, Gray.” She collapsed and he turned around to catch her.

He carried her to the branches that had already bent down to cradle her. The dryad cracked her eyes open one last time saddened that her last memory of him would be her watching him crying as she was taken away to heal for who knows how long.

Here ya are Zei dearie!! I keep coming back to this faerie au cause it’s so addicting. Thanks for the request!!

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what the narrative is like in any drabbles of our dnd characters:

rekmid: second person present 100% of the time, shorter sentences, short paragraphs, more simple words, flows naturally, even if that natural flow is the seemingly sudden hops to a different subject, different train of thought, and unless she’s thinking about something important concerning others the narrative focuses almost entirely the people and places around her rather than her own internal process, you know shit’s important to her when the narrative actually switches to focus on her thoughts especially if it focuses on her thoughts so much that her surroundings are hardly mentioned, ‘yeah’ is used a lot, makes a lot of puns and jokes, her dialogue is used just for straightforward communication, nothing fancy, no disguises or hidden motives (typically), she just wants to share a thing or emotion or have a thing/emotion shared with her

thea: the opposite, narrative is almost completely focused on her and her thoughts and her responses, she’s always hyperaware of herself, even as she’s studying her environment intently, longer paragraphs, more complex words, more metaphors and similies and the like, especially when compared to rekmid’s narration, uses a lot more figurative language in general, also has a nautral flow but more like music, one thing obviously leading to another, none of the disjointedness of some of rekmid’s narration, her shorter sentences/paragraphs are almost exclusively used to contrast her typically longer sentences, used to convey a sense of urgency or panic, her dialogue also stands out a good deal more, since the ratio of narration to dialogue is so skewed, she rarely talks anyway, but when she does, she either wields her words like a shield or a scapel, uses her words expertly to protect and distract from her actual self as much as possible by using a disguise a different mindset pretending to have a different personality, or if she’s forced to expose her actual self or drop a disguise, all that expertise just drops and she’s stuck using ‘um’ and ‘uh’ and repeating words and stuttering and it artifically expands the amount of space that the dialogue takes up on the page and draws even more attention to it, just like her obvious nerves and anxiety draw attention from those actually with her