#'bits and pieces' uhhhhh sure just a little bit
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The Mercs reacting to Y/N asking them about their past
Warnings: None
Scout:
- Uhhhhh
- It was… moderate? He got bullied by his brothers a lot but they eventually stopped as they matured. It was moreso the people at school that gave him trouble. Causing him to become aggressive and “misbehaved”
- His mother loves him to bits. She still spoils and frets about him to this day. Occasionally you’ll see candy sent to him in boxes on his nightstand with sickly sweet notes like “I love you my little baby bear : )” it’s borderline embarrassing sometimes. She never scolds him too roughly and always seems to know what advice to give.
- He doesn’t seem too thrilled telling you about his past. He tries to recall positive memories, like during the summer him and his family would frequent the beach. He seems to have had more positive times with his school friends as well. Mostly playing cruel pranks on adults.
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Soldier:
- He hesitates. It wasn’t great. That’s for sure. He was fed pretty strong propaganda as a child which led to him to become radical. This gradually died out over time and he became less and less bigoted. “I KILL EVERYBODY EQUALLY NOW!” He announces proudly, woohoo! character development.
- He vividly recalls beginning to question his sexuality around his teen years and being in a military training program for kids who wanted to serve their country. Which of course led to him having frequent gay sex in his young adulthood. Bruh.
- He always sorta had… really weird trigger-happy tendencies. He taught himself to shoot guns from a young age even know everybody opted against it. He then blew up an entire village, mistaking it for “FILTHY SOUTHERN TRAITORS CONSPIRING A SECRET BASE!”
- Nonsensical war stories that never happened and the only reason they exist is to make himself look good. They make you laugh. He’s full of himself, trying to impress you.
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Demoman:
- Yikes.
- “I.. Really don’t wanna talk about it.”
- He tells you bits and pieces from time to time about how terrible being an orphan was. Let alone having parents who didn’t care about him.
- He hates wizards because of Merasmus now. So there’s that. Straight up will beat the shit out of anybody that even remotely looks like a wizard. He’s more rational when sober but still has a deep passionate hatred for magicians.
- Manages to recall a more lighter story where he blew up his chemistry teacher’s entire farm as revenge for giving him bad grades. That was fun. He tells you this while fiddling with the inside of one of his bombs. Evidentially trying to get it working properly. “Yah, well I’d like to see that lot see me now. He’d bust a bloody vein in his wee little noggin tryin to comprehend how his ‘worst student’ managed to get this successful at demolition!”
- If you ask him more he’ll just shake his head. Stating it wasn’t that important and the past is the past.
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Engineer:
- It was actually really good. His mother and father loved him. They were quite wealthy though and it caused him to be bit of a little prick. He always got pampered and spoiled to incredible degrees and was always a bit mischievous. He mellowed out and became his humble modern self over time though.
- He used to snicker over the fence while watching his neighbor’s lawnmower spontaneously catch on fire. That may or may not have been the result of his genius.
- Went to a prestigious school for incredibly smart kids and visited his grandfather on certain weekends. His grandfather was a bit preoccupied with work though so he’d take him to RED/BLU and pass on his building knowledge by showing him how to do stuff.
- Was always a very creative and well liked individual. Girls felt out of league with him in high school and they’d always shyly giggle as he passed by. They were always too timid to ask him out.
- One would often forget that Engineer is a deathly mercenary like the others. He showed blood thirsty tendencies from day one. His family encouraged it of course. Because why wouldn’t they! His father was so proud of him when he killed his first victim.. aaahh those little mercs grow up so damn fast. Engineer would laugh as he told you this. Great.
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Heavy:
- He becomes very grumpy. Crossing his arms and looking away. He can’t bring himself to stay mad at you, though. He knows full well that people only assume the best when asked a question such as this. He doesn’t blame you at all.
- He’s rather straight forward with it, and doesn’t hold back. “Heavy’s entire family was sent to ice prison and had little money. Not a single coin to hold us up. So, naturally work had to be done.” He goes on about how he was the breadwinner of the family and had the burden of carrying his entire family on his back. “Oh! and my father is dead.” He adds.
- JESUS.
- This man seemingly could never catch a break in his childhood. He did nothing but provide, work, and take it upon himself to be an adult at an early age. Not having many friends. Even having struggled in college. Mother of god. An absolute trainwreck.
- He assures you he’s fine, and he takes comfort in knowing he managed to come this far in the first place. Let alone to such an older age. “Stupid little baby will become big and strong like Heavy, and he will show you.” He tells you lovingly. Stroking your hair.
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Pyro:
- Looks confused and slightly concerned of why you’d ask such a thing. As if it didn’t really matter. All that mattered was here and now.
- They’re clearly avoiding this conversation, and brushing it off. Instead they want to show you this horrific forest fire they made! They think it’s so cool. Watching innocent fishing dads burn alive is cool.
- Redirects you and insists you tell them about your childhood first. Is very polite despite not enjoying the question and by the looks of things it’s better off to just leave the question be for a bit. They really don’t want to talk about it. To very high degrees. (pun intended.)
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Sniper:
- He was a rather lonesome child. Preferring to sit by himself and never really participate in activities. His parents pushed him to socialize but he never really got that great at it. He also sort of tormented the other kids whenever he deemed them too noisy or annoying. Throwing rocks at their heads. He got rather good at this due to doing it so many times.
- He’d play pretend by himself in the backyard behind his house. Occasionally his father would join in, but after school he headed straight to his treehouse whilst his parents were busy and shot at poor birds with a pop gun. Scaring them half to death. He’s play his little hunting game until sunset, to when his mother would call him in for dinner.
- His father found his games quite cute and taught him how to shoot an actual gun eventually for the purpose of hunting. Aaaand he’d live to regret that.
- He was always an outdoorsy kid. Going on camping trips and petting zoos. He had a soft spot for certain animals and got caught hugging and kissing the top of a sheep’s head. Awww. He was affectionate in his young age. (Dont bring this story up to him ever again.)
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Medic:
- “Ohhohoh! What a silly question! It was awful.”
- Nobody really liked how much of a nerd he was in school. Despite growing up in a village with a rather long lineage of medical “professionals” (I use that term loosely) he went to a school outside his village. He got bullied on a regular basis and people dumped paint in his hair while he was outside reading.
- This of course made a pretty sensitive child out of Medic. He was prone to being a “Cry-baby” and “too sensitive” in his classmates’ own words. He was also a mama’s boy which didn’t seem to help the teasing.
- Medic took rightly by his mother. She was batshit insane. The most stereotypical mad scientist you’d ever lay your eyes on. She’d read him bedtime stories which were very complex university textbooks for some reason.
- He took a liking to all his mother taught him. Books of the cosmos, math, and other stuff. Especially the medical science that was strung about the village. He developed an incredibly strong morbid curiosity for anything that seemed off or strange. Wishing to understand the world around him as much as possible.
- He took a magnifying glass into the garden and studied bees when he was five. Theorizing their stingers could create a miracle cure (It couldn’t. His allergic cousin fucking died and Ludwig thought that was hilarious.)
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Spy:
- “Hey Spy, can you tell me a bit about your childhood?”
- Immediately cloaks away.
- Goes missing for like several days.
#team fortress 2#tf2#tf2 x reader#tf2 x oc#tf2 x you#medic x reader#demoman x reader#spy x reader#heavy x reader#pyro x reader#sniper x reader#engineer x reader
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Slashers with a s/o who wants to paint their nails!
Gender neutral reader, they/them used.
Bo Sinclair:
You want to paint his nails?
Good luck babes.
“Bo can I paint your nails? Pleaseee?”
“Sure.”
“Really?”
“When hell freezes over.”
>:(
This man will not let you hear his nails with a ten foot pole… unless you start crying…
If you start crying then he will let you paint them with CLEAR POLISH ONLY.
But don’t pull out the tears too often, or else he will get suspicious.
Vincent Sinclair:
“Vincent can I paint your nails?”
He nods without looking up from the art piece he’s working on.
“Vinny you need to give me your hands.”
Gives you one at a time so he can keep working.
He’d let you do whatever color you want. But his favorites are black and dark green :)
He would definitely accidentally smudge them.
He would also be blushing like crazy because this man is touched stared and omg look at his amazing s/o just holding his hands so nicely. They are just the greatest.
Lester Sinclair:
“Lester can I paint your nails?”
“Sure hun!”
This man would LOVE it if you painted his nails.
Like Vincent he doesn’t care what color you choose. This man loves them all!
If you paint his nails and put on like those little stickers on top he would be so happy.
Constantly does the 💅 hand thing. He can’t help it. It’s just so funny.
Bubba Sawyer:
Uhhhhh is this even a question? Of course he’d let you!
Please paint them red or pink. He loves those colors!
He would love it when you paint his nails because one yay bonding time! And two because he thinks they would go nice with his masks! Gives them a pop of color (and it makes his makeup covered mask look more pretty!)
He wants to paint your nails too! Matching colors matching colors!
Your nails are a bit messy, but hey! You love them anyway!
Drayton would totally make fun of them but Bubba wouldn’t care.
His s/o did them and he loves it! And they did a great job too Drayton!
Michael Myers:
“Mikeyyyyy can I paint your nails?”
No response…
“I’m gonna take that as a yes!”
I don’t think he’d really care tbh. Like he wouldn’t like it but he wouldn’t dislike it either.
He’s neutral about it.
But it makes you happy and that makes him feel some kind of feeling.
#house of wax 2005#x reader#halloween#bo sinclair#vincent sinclair#lester sinclair#bubba sawyer#michael myers#slasher x reader#house of wax x reader#texas chainsaw massacre#drabble
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i have been sooo intrigued by knux shut up 👀
I have been working on it in bits and pieces FOREVER, its one of the first ones I started when I got back into writing!!! one day I'll finish it 😭
tails (who is around 14 now) calls knuckles to help wrangle sonic who is being very careless about his health. knuckles is VERY bad with social things and asking questions that may come across as mean or invasive whoch is usually fine, sonic and tails knows what he means, except sonic is feverish and isnt mentally there enough to have a filter and process what hes saying, and answers one of knux's questions and its a BAD answer and tails hears it and he's DEVESTATED. knuckles keeps trying to fix it but keeps making it worse bless him :')
I'm not sure if I've got a snippet I havent already shared before uhhhhh
Sonic just stares at him, brows furrowed. His eyes are unfocused, glazed over, and Knuckles isn’t sure he’s registering anything he’s saying. “I didn’t leave him,” he grits out, words forceful, and he leans forwards in his seat, hands reaching up to fumble with the seat belt buckle. “You gotta- where is-”
Knuckles places a hand on his chest and pushes him back, a tad rougher than what he meant. “Sit down,” he snaps, and bats away Sonic’s hands from where they’re still pawing at the buckle. Sonic struggles against him harder, but there’s no room for him to move in the crowded cockpit and Knuckles just pushes him back into his seat again.“Fucking- just listen you little-”
“STOP.” Tail’s voice crackles over the headset, and Knuckles’ eyes snap to his. Tails is twisted in his seat to look back at them, face twisted up in a snarl. “Can you just shut-”
“Watch where you’re going,” Knuckles snaps, because the last thing they need right now is a plane crash. Tails turns back to the front, and Knuckles can see his shoulders shaking.
this writing is very old be niceys
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hi uhhhhh i wrote this before passing out???? is this anything????? tbh im not sure if i should even continue it.
this for the vivi au (vivienne is from @mulberrycafe) and uhhhh features the hortator and his husband talking about one of their. dynamics.
warnings i guess for pet play and possessiveness, consensual of course. please note whenever i say vivi looks thrilled i need you to know i picture him going “:D”
“I do have to ask,” Kaidan began, looking at the two chimer also undressing, “Why the… Mark?” He motioned to the red tattoo on the hortator’s stomach. At the mention Nerevar’s cheeks went burning red, while Voryn chuckled. Vivienne also looked curiously, already nude and on the bed waiting for Taliesan and Kaidan to join him.
“Oh, this?” Voryn asked as he approached Nerevar from behind, looping his arm around so he could stroke the skin. On instinct Nerevar shuddered from his touch, keening softly. “It’s the symbol of House Dagoth, my house.” Nerevar began squirming under his touch, all the while Vivienne’s eyes lit up.
Taliesan coughed at that, his cheeks also going red. “Seems a bit… Much.”
“Neht is the one who asked for it.” The hortator’s eyes were shut tight in embarrassment now, the back of his hand covering his mouth. “You should hear how loudly he begged for it. Not to mention now he couldn’t stop squirming and whining as I marked him…”
“Ryn—“ Nerevar hissed, earning a laugh from his husband.
“Don’t be embarrassed, my love.”
“I’m afraid I don’t understand that sort of relationship dynamic…” Taliesan explained as he finished undressing. “Especially not with two people such as yourselves.”
“It honestly makes perfect sense.” Voryn explained. “Nerevar wasn’t born as heir to the throne. He used to be a humble caravan guard, only swinging his blade and trying to survive. Then he was a soldier, then a captain, and then a warlord…” Voryn gave a soft, almost teasing kiss to the tip of Nerevar’s ear, listening to the gasp that followed and watching it twitch. “It’s easy for him to get stressed out, plagued with worries that he’s unworthy of all the power he has.” Voryn finished undoing Nerevar’s trousers as he talked, letting them drop to the floor, revealing Nerevar’s cock straining in his undergarments underneath. “It’s a bit relaxing and comforting for someone in his position to…” Voryn’s eyes went dark, a smirk crossing his face. “Turn his mind off for a bit, be claimed and marked…” Nerevar’s eyes started to glaze over from the touching and possessive tone in his voice. “Treated like nothing more than a good,” Voryn’s other hand began playing with Nerevar’s chest, pulling desperate gasps and soft moans from his husband’s lips, “Little,” Voryn pinched a nipple sharply, listening to the loud whine that followed. “Pet.” Hearing that Nerevar moaned sweetly, pressing his hips back against Voryn.
Vivienne’s eyes went wide, a delighted grin on his face. It was certainly fun to watch the powerful hortator come undone, and he was always a little impressed at how easily Voryn could do it.
“Do you want to show them, Neht?” Voryn asked low in Nerevar’s ear. “Want to show them what a good little pet you can be for me…?”
“Ah~” Nerevar gasped, before moaning again as Voryn continued the assault on his chest.
“I won’t make you, Nerevar.” Voryn whispered now. “Just tell me what you’d like, my love.”
“Mm~” Nerevar whined again. “I wanna…” He answered. “I wanna be a good little pet tonight~”
“Oh?” Voryn asked, his voice now teasing. “The strong, powerful hortator and king wants to be nothing more than my little plaything?” Voryn slipped the last piece of cloth off Nerevar’s body, exposing his aching cock.
“Yes~” Nerevar hissed.
#nerevoryn#nerevar#voryn dagoth#my writing#vivi au#they have just unlocked so many ideas in vivi's little head#kai and tali prob staring in confusion and arousal
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So uhhhh how about a My little pony AU like for example Riddle and Sliver a unicorn, Idia and Ortho could be pegasus, and uhhh Trey and Epel are Earth ponies etc. not sure how it work for beastmen or merfolk. Maybe the merfolk could be sea ponies or uhh close? I know Malleus is obviously a dragon. Wonder how it work for the rest uhhhhh I’ll let you and your writer magic take the rest of it :|
Hmmm... Me thinking :'3
I wouldn't say to have them be ponies 100%, but I would go with an even mix in between MLP and their spinoff: Equestria Girls.
And BOI do I have sum history made up to tell y'all :'3
Imagine hoomans, but there are some glaring differences. Every being has magic to it, but there is a difference in how it manifests.
There are normal people, who can't really do magic or fly, but they were great at just doing things. They were hardworking and had a knack for industrial works. Unlike others, they could work and make the most and best products/services out of anyone. You cannot beat them at all in this category.
You have people who had wings and could rest on clouds. The magic in them allowed them to drag on clouds, and many more, hence most resided in skies, in moving cloud cities.
There are mers, who usually are more retreated and rarely you see one trying to make amends with anyone from the surface.
Beastpeople, who usually live in much more retreated places. They are pretty much the same :'3
There are the magical folks, who can do magic and as such a bit rare. They are more of an intelectual people and most times very retreated.
You also have the changelings, who can take on any other being's form. Many were destroyed upon a great war and frowned upon, knowing how they feast on others's magic, so most are currently in hiding and you wouldn't know what they are until they change in front of you.
You have the crystal people, hoomans that are made out of crystal and their vital energy revolves around the heart of the kingdom they are in. Without it, the crystal people would grow weak and die easily.
You have the dragon people, feared amongst others and powerful, with their fire breathing and prideful tendencies, they are one hell of a ride to negotiate with.
And finally, the royal blood. Those who have such powerful magical energy that they can do extremely intricate spells, while also having the ability to fly. Their wings are a piece of art in themselves and they rule kingdoms/Queendoms, for the sole motive that they provide protection to the people and prosperity by using their magic for the better of their people.
Of course, in early history, you had a great separation. Everyone didn't want to cooperate at all. Finally, upon a great calamity and the rising threat of the changelings, the magicians, normals and winged people banded together, with the help of 1 Royal blood, banishing the changelings into the tartarus. They were helped by 1 changeling, who pledged their loyalty to the royal, in hopes of living a quiet, peaceful life with their family.
As such, upon the destruction of the queen, that changeling was crowned by the royal blood as the new ruler, or more like a guard of tartarus, where the changelings reside and started to settle in, unlike their previous nomad tendencies. This is how the Shroud bloodline came to be. Their firehair was a sample as they were 'blessed' by the royal blood to never need to feed from other people's magic.
Following that, states started to form. There were a lot of upcoming wars, followed by alliances made with the sole purpose of respecting the goddamn border. Many royal bloods also came to light, assigned as protectors of the respective states at that time, the states themselves being governed by councils of the elders.
Except that because of this, people realised just how easy was to get a state-strike and gain control. The royal blood couldn't do anything about a change of ruler if it was from within the kingdom. So you can imagine that people were all going in civil wars in which the royal blood had no way to act, as the rules upon the peace agreements stated that the royal blood can only intervent in the case of external threats.
The first settlement was when a royal blood in the Queendom of roses finally came to power and wiped the whole state in shape. Seeing this and fearing a possible revolution, the other states exiled their royal bloods, who took refugee in the roses queendom.
More wars, civil conflicts and many unifications and separations before finally a few states accepted to be overtaken under the roses queendom's governing, having a royal blood assigned as governor and protector. As such those states finally had some peace and quiet.
During those times, Sage Island became a neutral ground, where schools, hospitals and markets flourished. 2 schools in particular:NRC and RSA were the top schools, mostly for their inclusion and protection of the children during those though times. Many came out to have new ideologies, different from the ones of the war, as such, the young were the ones who tried to push on the peace option.
Except that this formula couldn't go too much, for many decided to not be under the Queendom's governing and rather an independent state. A lot of documents, some wars and very much tension, but in the end, the said states did gain independence.
The most recent and marking war was from the kingdom of dawn and the thorn valley dragon kingdom. Both main rulers were lost and only the prince of thorn valley was left alive, as such people realised that he was both a royal blood and a dragon, which made him the more feared and admired, many thinking it was a revolutionary change for the history.
Now cut forward to present: people developed talents, who manifested as marks on their bodies. Talents indicate when 1's magic energy is at it's highest point. It can vary from reading to constructing, to fighting and many more.
NRC and RSA are 2 prestigious schools, where only the best of the best attended.
You have 7 dorms, based on our beloved great 7.
Heartslabyul, who has Riddle, a flying human as a Dormhead, markless and very strict. His vice, Trey is a normal human with a knack for baking, hence his marks usually spread on his hands and arms, depicting baking motifs.
Other Heartslabyul members would be Cater, a magic user who has a mark, but no one saw it. Most assume his talent is social media managing and he didn't want to influence his work in that field by showing it. There's also Ace and Deuce, 2 markless first years. Ace is a flying human while Deuce is the magic one. They often get into arguments, but there's always someone to break them up.
Savanaclaw, who has Leona as a dormleader. Many in here are Beastmen, so little to no changes are done to our trio.
Octavinelle, same story, except Azul's human form happens to be a magic human while the twins have wings. So bad 2 are terrified of heights and 1 has a very hard time flying. :'3
Scarabia has Kalim, a flying prodigy, coming from the Asim royal bloodline. Jamil is a normal human and right hand man to Kalim.
Poemfiore has Vil as a normal human, great actor and worldwide model. Then you have Rook, a flying human who is terrifyingly good at hunting and Epel as a normal farmboi who doesn't want anything to do with the pretty sparkly dorm. :'3
Ignihyde has the ever so exclusive Idia as a Dormhead. No one knows anything about him, only that his robot brother is doing sometimes errands for him. Many say he's a prodigy in technology, so they assume that would be Idia's talent.
And then Diasomnia, the dorm feared by the mere presence of Malleus Draconia, the Dormhead. His assistant, a dragon human named Lilia, is his vice, while the the flying human silver and the flying/Beastman Sebek are his loyal bodyguards.
And that would probably be all :D
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WIP Wednesday
More of the Jingyi and Lan Qiren wip. I just checked the wordcount on the doc cuz it's been a while and I've added to it since then, and it's up to 9000 words so uhhhhh....I'll be posting this on Wednesdays for a While™ I guess lol
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Something fragile and hopeful flutters in Jingyi’s chest to be addressed by name, to be asked to return instead of told to go, for once. He chances a glance up at Lan-xiansheng to make sure it’s alright; the Grandmaster is just watching him with a thoughtful expression, so Jingyi steps around him again to approach where Hanguang-Jun is sitting in the grass. As he nears, he sees that the lump in his lap isn’t a wrinkle in his snow-white robes, but is instead one of the rabbits, curled up and munching on a piece of lettuce.
“Gently,” Hanguang-Jun cautions. His voice still hasn’t changed, nor has the expression on his face, but it’s not quite so scary this time now that he’s sitting down. Jingyi watches him pet the rabbit’s back a few times before he withdraws his hand and gestures as if to ask him to try. He glances again at Lan-xiansheng, waiting for him to say that this is also inappropriate, but…but Hanguang-Jun is doing it, so it can’t be all that bad. Jingyi sets his buckets down again to walk as carefully as he can to where he can kneel in front of Hanguang-Jun and his rabbit.
Jingyi stretches out one hand and doesn’t even dare to breathe as he gently pats the bunny’s rounded little back a few times, just enough to feel its soft fur tickling his fingers.
“Good,” Hanguang-Jun praises. Jingyi feels like he can take on the world. ‘Good’. Someone told him he was good! And not just any ‘someone’, but Hanguang-Jun!!
Jingyi can’t keep the smile off his face as he tries the same petting motion Hanguang-Jun had used only to discover - “It’s so soft!” It comes out breathless and full of wonder; he’s never felt something so soft in all his life, and it’s warm and small and alive and he loves it.
“Mn.”
“Wangji,” Lan-xiansheng says with a gruff cough just as Jingyi settles in a little more firmly, eager to continue petting his new favorite creature in the entire world. “Jingyi must return to his task.”
Right. His punishment. Jingyi’s smile fades and he pulls his hand back with palpable reluctance.
“What is the punishment?” Hanguang-Jun asks, still cold and cool only it’s beginning to feel almost soothing rather than threatening. It’s nice to hear someone speak without judgment, without irritation, without sounding like they wish he’d just disappear already.
“Carrying water,” Jingyi replies. He ducks his head, too ashamed of himself now to even think about meeting Hanguang-Jun’s eyes. “I disrupted class.”
“How?”
Jingyi shuffles his knees a bit and peeks a sideways glance up at Lan-xiansheng, who just makes a gesture like, ‘Well go on then’. He isn’t quite sure why he thought Lan-xiansheng might let him off easy.
“I fidgeted,” Jingyi confesses, conscious not to use all the words to describe it that adults don’t like. “Then I had to stand at the back for less disrupting, but then I started walking around so I got in trouble anyway.”
“Mn.” Jingyi braces himself for another reprimand, but after a long pause all Hanguang-Jun says is a neutral, “Do you do this often?”
Jingyi fidgets again, sneaks a look around for some sort of escape route. But there are bunnies everywhere that he doesn’t want to scare, and Lan-xiansheng blocking the path. And Hanguang-Jun is looking at him like he’s willing to wait until curfew to hear the answer. His usual reply of ‘I don’t know’ is a lump in his throat that he can’t give a voice to. His lips tremble briefly as he contemplates letting the easy lie slip free, but instead he tells the truth.
“I don’t understand what they teach!” It’s humiliating to admit and his cheeks and eyes burn with it, but he soldiers on. “And then I can’t ask for help because it’s interrupting, and then I can’t think about the lesson because I don’t know what they’re saying, and then I have to move my body because my brain isn’t working, and then I get in trouble for moving around!”
“Mn. That is frustrating,” Hanguang-Jun says softly and Jingyi nearly cries in relief. Because yes! It’s frustrating!!
“If I walk around I feel better! But I can’t walk in class, and I get in trouble if I don’t go to class - I never know what to do to be good.” It would seem more tears are incoming whether Jingyi wants them to or not - his eyes well up with a fresh round and his hands clench into fists on his knees as he fights against the urge to continue voicing his hurts. After all, there’s answering Hanguang-Jun’s questions even if the answers are bad, and then there’s demanding to know why he didn’t want to adopt him and not Lan Yuan.
Even he knows not to ask that question.
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2022 Writer’s Tag.
I think it might be fun to look back on what we’ve all achieved this year, let you give yourselves a well deserved pat on the back and also share what you love. When you’re done maybe tag someone else so they can share too?
1. How do you feel 2022 has gone in terms of writing?
i am so excited with how 2022 had gone in terms of my writing. felt like i improved a lot and was really glad to have gotten back into it!!
2. What piece are you proudest of this year? It can be a shot/blurb/headcannon, a whole series or even a specific chapter.
you already know what i'm going to say...the dead don't die is by far my favorite...i do however hold a special place in my heart for closest to heaven i love iris and josh and YOU SHOULD TOO
3. Is there anything you posted that you wish had reached more people? (No such thing as a flop here!) Shout it out, it might catch a new pair of eyes!
oh 100% closest to heaven!! i felt like some of my best writing was put into that fic and i still do. i know it's long but it's cutie and you can read it here !
4. Can you give us a hint of anything coming before the end of the year? Maybe even a little taster?
i KNOW you're all on the edge of your seats for the Next Big Percy Project ! god i love being sarcastic ! you know what i also love being? cryptic ! no but for real, some of you already know, i've hinted at a new series coming...soon-ish(?)
5. Are you setting any writing goals for next year, or just going with the flow? If you are, what are they?
i try not to set too many goals for myself. oh my god that sounds terrible. no i just mean like...i don't want to say that i'm going to do something and then not do it...if that makes more sense. i definitely want to finish the dead don't die (if i don't finish it this year which is unlikely), and i want to work loads on the next series project and get back into the groove of writing that again since i started it before picking up the dead don't die!! also potentially another series if i finish this next one? who knows. hopefully i can squeeze in some time to write some more oneshot stuff or even expand on the sparrowverse. i have lots of ideas of ideas to do, but right now it's hard to set anything in stone :)
6. Do you have any one shots or finished pieces you’re tempted to expand on or revisit next year?
uhm really the only pieces that i would continue to expand on is the sparrowverse. hopefully maybe eventually i'll get danny's addition to the story... i don't think i'd add to the dead don't die once it's done i think that one is going to be finished when it's done
7. Is there anything new you’re tempted to try out? A new style/trope/AU/another person in the fandom?
i do not know...maybe inspiration will strike me for some danny fics...as for aus i'll probably delve into another one i won't lie to you i am not at all immune to them
8. Now to hype some other writers! What’s a piece you read back in the first half of the year that you can shout out?
oh i'm terrible at reading and remembering things...uhhhhh YOU'RE ASKING FOR HALF A YEAR AGO UHH I STARTED THIS SHIT IN APRIL UHH
like friends do by my bff @gretagolden <3
and of course like the first fic i ever read lazarus by @garbagevanfleet
9. And how about something you’ve read more recently?
i feel awful. i haven’t been too good at reading this recent because i’m a LOSER and school sucks a little bit. but summer in the city by @gretasmokerising was so fantastic!!
10. A fun one to finish...If you could insert yourself into any fic in the fandom, which would it be and what do you think would happen?
hmmm i’m not sure really!! maybe any cabin fever fic universe by @hearts-hunger !! anything maddie writes is so sweet i could die
I was tagged by the ever lovely @writingcold and I am tagging @gretasmokerising (or really anyone that wants to do it!!!)
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Tell me all the things that are cool about Rhiki.
Okay, so I've been sitting on this for a while because I couldn't immediately think of anything that made Rhiki cool. So I gave it a little bit of time, but in the end... I still wasn't able to think of anything. ^^; I guess I just don't see her as a very cool character, so it's also hard to imagine what other people would find cool about her.
But! Since I can't really answer your original ask I will give you a few random facts, some behind-the scenes stuff, and a few fic ideas i'll almost certainly never write.
Some random facts
- Rhiki likes climbing and being in high places. She just likes the view. She likes looking out over the world and seeing how big it is.
- She's a terrible teacher. She does have a few skills, but it's difficult to impart them to others. She's surprisingly good at cooking, though she has very little in the way of formal training, and seems to just have an instinct for what flavors pair well, or what spices could enhance a dish, or what cooking method would result in the right taste and consistency. But if she's asked to explain how she knows these things, she really can't. (She hasn't really done much cooking since she became the WoL for a variety of reasons.) Dragooning is the same. She doesn't know how she does it, she just does it. Being asked to tutor Heustienne was a disaster. ("Uhhhhmmm what if you started the jump with your legs... like this? ... No that was worse actually. Don't do that again. Uhhhhh give me a second I'm sure I can-")
- Rhiki likes teasing people, though she's careful not to be mean about it. Way back in ARR (before I knew anything about SHB lol) she would occasionally "slip up" and call Thancred "Dad." This was 100% intentional because she liked watching his facial expressions as he contemplated the fact she thought he was old enough to be her father. Any time he did something that annoyed her she would make a mental note to do it again at some random interval in the future.
- She likes things that are cute, but her definition of cute is extremely broad. She thinks tonberries are cute. She thinks goobues are cute, she thinks demon bricks are cute (rhiki it's just a cube...)
Some behind-the-scenes facts
- Earlier in the game, with her first haircut, her hair was actually purple and orange. But with the different highlight style of the pvp cut the contrast was way too stark. So I changed it to purple and light pink to try and keep with the general theme. I like to think it still has some orange pieces. I never thought of an in-universe explanation for why it changed.
- I thought about changing part of Rhiki's appearance to commemorate merging with Ardbert, but I couldn't think of anything other than changing one of her eyes to be blue, which would kind of mess with the aesthetic.
- (!drk questline spoilers!) I've discovered that when most people think of/write about/draw Esteem, they give them Fray's body. I understand why they continue to take this form after the level 50 quest in-game (because having one consistent character model is way easier for future cutscenes and the Living Shadow ability than trying to rig up a mirror version of the player character for those things) but when I picture Esteem, or Esteem interacting with Rhiki, I picture them as just another version of Rhiki, maybe wearing different armor (the Virtu Chaos set maybe?)
- Related to the above, there are a few dream commissions that I'll probably never get because they would be expensive. One of them would be some sort of cathartic scene with Rhiki and Esteem. Another one I would love to get if money were no option is a character design commission for a Sin Eater/ Lightwarden version of Rhiki. (I just think a lot of the sin eater concepts are really cool and while I don't want any other major characters to turn into sin eaters... i kinda want to see what it would look like if they did!)
And here are a few fic ideas that I had but will probably never write for one reason or another
- An shb AU where Rhiki does become a Lightwarden after absorbing Innocence, but because of (reasons) Esteem and Myste are kind of jettisoned out of Rhiki's soul before the full transformation takes place. They don't have much power on their own, but stick around to assist whoever comes to slay (save?) Rhiki. (I was thinking Sid and Rielle but I couldn't think of any way that didn't sound super hand-wavey to get them to the first.) Or, in Esteem's case, maybe watch one of the Scions get eaten as a consolation prize. I ended up giving up on this idea because there were so many things I didn't have an answer for (what characters would I use if I can't think of a way for characters from the Source to come from the first? Wouldn't anyone else who slew a lightwarden just become one, defeating the purpose? How would anyone without the blessing of light go about slaying a lightwarden? etc.) I also couldn't think of a satisfying ending to it.
- A modern AU told through messages left on an answering machine. I never went anywhere with this one because I kind of knew how it was going to end, but I had no idea what to put between the beginning and the end lol.
- Another AU based loosely on the concept of The Dragon Song Reprise (which I haven't actually played...) where Rhiki goes back in time to save Haurchefant and succeeds. But if Haurchefant never dies, Rhiki never becomes a Dark Knight, which she realizes a little too late. Which means Sid is on his own in protecting Rielle, which it's implied that he might not be able to do. So that sends Rhiki on a mad dash to save Sid and Rielle while also trying to avoid other unintended consequences of changing the past. Once again I had a handful of scenes for this one but no real substance and I had no idea what direction to take it in.
#ffxiv#asks and answers#rambling#rhiki tag#i was going to post this last night but my queue for paradigm's breach popped#it's for the best though#since today is maint day and i'm bored
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tagged by @sauvechouris~
fave colour: ORANGE
currently reading: Notes from the Burning Age, by Claire North. post-apo power struggles and reflexions on mankind’s relationship to the world/mankind’s image of itself, with a focus on nature and history repeating itself and ancient, harmful, censored technologies being brought back by prideful, power-hungry people, so, YOU KNOW, not-at-all-familiar, not-at-all-painful stuff.
i wasn’t expecting it to be so heavy on the spy thriller, but in retrospect it’s extremely her and of course i should have expected it. i’m enjoying it quite a bit so far :D also protag’s relationship to the antag he spied on and betrayed is. yes. yep.
last song: i’ve mostly been listening to web radios bc that’s what i put on at work. this afternoon i randomly remembered The Bus Is Late by Satellite High, let’s go with that :D
last series: .... i finished what was available of 9-1-1 in my region, so i’ve. gotten started on 9-1-1 Lone Star.
last movie: uhhhhh shit i honestly don’t remember. maybe something action-y with my dad?? wait i think maybe a Jojo Rabbit rewatch a few weeks back. idk. movies kind of blend together after a while, too short and only rarely impactful.
currently working on: oh i have many WIPs, be it fics or games or crafts. i’m not working on any of them :D
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share 10 different favorite characters from ten different pieces of media in no particular order, then tag 10 people 🎥🎬📺
1. Kalas (Baten Kaitos) - it’s, y’know, my boy “but ezzoh wasn’t he an asshole the whole time” and he was so good at it!! “didn’t he betray everyone” yes, isn’t he interesting?? “wait. didn’t he betray you too. like personally. as a player.” i support him doing it. had never felt such shock and rage at a fictional character before, 10/10 would get fucked over again. worst thing to ever happen to me in a video game. my boy.
2. Viktor (Arcane) - look you can’t give me a passionate man running out of time turning to a forbidden technology/magic in desperation and turning his body into a mechanic abomination, with themes of class struggles, power imbalance, disability, bodily autonomy, mechanization, sacrifice and violence against the self, without expecting me to pounce on that like a famished tiger.
3. Lambdadelta (Umineko no naku koro ni) - a gleeful, helpful troll! pink!! gay!! gore- and vore-enthusiastic romance with her nemesis!! likes sweets!! sometimes she’ll say things so raw and relatable i can’t look at her directly!!
4. Leenik (Campaign: Star Wars) - “sometimes they’ll say something so raw and relatable i can’t look at them directly” round two. he’s a dysfunctional mess of a psychopath, has killed and will kill again, will feel bad but mostly about feeling good about it, is not sure he’s still a person, broke me a thousand times with casually thrown out, innocuously devastating little statements, is still a fucking sweetie with the cutest most ill-advised crush and the most adorable passion for romance novels, is a dork and a mother to his dog, knows he’s broken and messy and dangerous, knows he’s going rotten inside, has a heart so dark he corrupted a lightsaber and gave an imperial inquisitor the dokis. i have complicated feelings. i have one all-obliterating feeling. i’m scraped hollow and oversaturated. what was i before i understood myself through the lens of leenik
5. Lau Kin Ming (Infernal Affairs trilogy) - *lies down on the floor for a hundred years*
6. Eunie (Xenoblade Chronicles 3) - she’s my RUDEST CHILD
7. Kabrew (Dungeon Meshi) - i have a thing for smiling manipulative sociopaths. i have even more of a thing for characters who aren’t manipulative for nefarious reasons but just because they’re nd and that’s how they’ve learned to interact with the world, for good reasons like self-preservation or to protect someone/something or to achieve a goal that is objectively good or neutral. it’s his best asset!!! of course he’s going to use it!!! a pragmatic boy!!! very polite and efficient!!! absolutely cannot deal with the kind of monster-obsessed adhd idiot-who-won’t-explain-himself-ever that the protag unfortunately (for kabrew) happens to be, is terribly shrewd and clever and analytic but keeps tragically misunderstanding protag’s idiocy in the most hilarious way, is very bad at fighting monsters (his job.) but suspiciously skilled at fighting people (not even remotely in his job description :) ), later aquires another one-track-mind nd idiot to take care off and mellows out so fucking much guys it’s like he melted into mithrun’s gently reluctant fussy little wife. i am obsessed
8. Olivier (Trails in the Sky) - ✨SPARKLES✨DAZZLES YOU WITH FINE WINE, FLORID POETRY AND ROMANTIC MUSIC✨FLIRTS WITH YOU✨FLIRTS WITH YOUR DAD✨FLIRTS WITH YOUR SISTER✨FLIRTS WITH HIS BOYFRIEND✨FLIRTS WITH YOUR BOYFRIEND✨BRINGS A FLEET OF TANKS TO THREATEN YOUR BORDER✨PLOTS TO OVERTHROW THE CHANCELLOR✨FLIRTS WITH THE CHANCELLOR✨
9. Anakin (Star Wars) - i debated over maybe adding Maul to this list instead but. Maul would seethe with rage at the idea of being overlooked in favor of Anakin and so obviously that’s the correct choice. the Force wills it. anyway, ANAKIN. he’s so good. beloved by the narrative, beloved by magic, beloved by the universe. he’s SO MUCH and he’s carrying so much; expectations, responsibilities, power, restraints, taboos, fate, trauma; that when he inevitably comes crashing down he shakes the galaxy to its core and shifts the entire balance of the Force.
also he’s a bitch and has a lovely snarky dynamic with just about everybody, i’m especially fond of his characterization in The Clone Wars :D
10. Xue Yang (Mo Dao Zu Shi) - .............. look i didn’t know how to end this list and i can’t choose between all my Pokémon faves and it’s better than Kavinsky even though it’s technically xianxia!Kavinsky, a little bit, but also it’s better trust me i’m a Kavinsky girl. there’s so much about him that is pressing all my buttons. he’s so terrible and so full of regrets but absolutely unapologetic and he’s tragic and he never knew what he had until he broke it but also he never really had it because he came into it already broken and bloodied himself and he did so, so much wrong and he hated and he loved so, so hard and for a while he had something that was almost like happiness but was also built on his lies and crimes and he destroyed it like a child playing and he fought so hard and so desperately to get it back, but he never did, and what little lingered of his broken dream had never been his to save, and he met a miserable end and he was never understood, or loved, or known. i need a minute.
(bonus round:
11. Shigeru (Pokémon anime) - yeah i lied actually i know who to choose it’s this bitch. i love him and so should you thanks for coming to my TED talk)
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aannnnddd i don’t really know who i could tag, so?? just grab the meme and go wild, my children
#copypasting this description of olivert#for next time i'm trying to sell someone on the trails series#tag meme#about ezzoh
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Wanting to spread some positivity among fan artists!
When you get this ask, link your
Favourite art piece you’ve ever drawn
A piece where you experimented with a different art style than your usual one
Your very first artwork for the fandom of your choice.
You don’t have to link just a single work. It can be commissions, sketches or even little notebook doodles. It can be old childhood drawings. This is all about you and your wonderful little gifts your own fandoms!
Thank you for taking such time and precision to create beautiful things!
Thank you for the ask! Answer under the cut (｡･∀･)ﾉﾞ
Favourite art piece you’ve ever drawn
i had to really think about this one bc i don't usually think of my art as anything more than "well, i drew that" lmao but i'll say this one for the simple fact that the loml trystan thorne is in it
A piece where you experimented with a different art style than your usual one
i wasn't sure what to put for this one since i don't tend to experiment (but i'd like to!! maybe in the future :'D) but uhhhhh maybe this comm i did for my friend last year of Beckett and her mc?? it wasn't anything much but at the time i was trying out my then-new art/colouring style (which has now evolved into my current style!)
Your very first artwork for the fandom of your choice
i had to dig through a bunch of old sketchbooks to find this hsdfkdjk but the first ever Choices fanart i've ever done i think is this one from 2018 of my Endless Summer mc, Adam.
i posted this on my old blog that We Do Not Speak Of (ifykyk). i cringe a bit looking at it but it does make me happy to know that i've improved since then! :D
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whats the funniest pieces of kirby lore that you know of ⁉️⁉️
uhhhhh there's a couple of things n some of these are gonna be more well-known than others since idk how much abt kirby you know
meta knight canonically fought off the first boss of forgotten land from entering waddle dee town ( the hub area in forgotten land ) like, 30 times before kirby showed up. mind you meta knight is around kirby's size and he was fighting off a giant gorilla named gorimondo.
dedede proclaimed himself king of dreamland one day and literally no one tried to stop him
magolor, the little hooded dude, is basically judas from the bible and every kirby spin-off is canon because of him. also he gets called an egg and calls one of the other characters, zan, parmesan cheese. he gets stuck in limbo for a bit there's a whole side-mode about it.
there's a whole game that hinges on a slice of cake. kirby squeak squad. this is the one that the mouse guy i post about sometimes is from btw.
there are just. some games where kirby decides being a ball is better than simply walking around. these are locked to the spin-offs but are also still canon. in one of the ball games he gets shrunk down by a fork and in another he's forced to be a ball by a sorceress.
not really lore but after dreamland one they got straight into having final bosses be horrors beyond comprehension by making the second final boss in the series the manifestation of nightmares. it gets worse btw.
kirby's been split into multiple copies of themself like. multiple times. mass attack, amazing mirror, i'm pretty sure battle royale had kirby clones too???
this is just off the top of my head btw.
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business vampire?? demon gf?????? i simply must know more.
let's dooooo family and future!
Cas* I am SO sorry that it's taken me this long to answer from that prompt I reblogged uhhhhh a month (???) ago 😭😭😭 I don't have a good excuse except that I'm bad at things, but I can't thank you enough for asking about my two beloved idiots, they're everything to me.....🥲
Business Vampire, aka Max, aka Maximilian (yes it's his real name, no you can't call him that) is a recently-promoted Regional Manager of a temp agency that hires out vampire office clerks. They're diligent! They're effective! They'll work third shift! Hire a vampire today!! He's also...just kind of a bastard. Himbo-adjacent, but he's not always particularly nice, and not actually stupid--just willing to be ignorant about things that don't directly benefit him. He was way into his MBA program before he realized they weren't actually joking about the whole ~undead~ thing; and when he did, he figured he wasn't really doing anything with his immortal soul anyway 🤷🏽 Might as well cash it in now, right? He's Bad Bi Rep(tm) and was a prolific serial dater when he was alive--not a cheater, just addicted to "the chase", always loved a tough sell. Now that he's got supernatural mind control powers though, convincing someone to give him a chance when they initially don't like him comes way too easily and it completely killed the vibe; he's not actually a piece of shit, he just dresses like one. If he ever went to therapy he'd actually have to think about why, exactly, it's so important to him to pursue the kinds of people who are immediately repulsed by the persona he embodies, in the hopes that they'll dig a little deeper and find something worthwhile in him instead. He absolutely does not go to therapy.
Juniper, for better or worse, is exactly the kind of person to find him repulsive, and she's immune to his magical vampire compulsion trick, too. To call her a demon or his girlfriend are both a little misleading--she's only part-infernal, on her father's side, and she doesn't even like Max. She...is sleeping with him, though. Occasionally. And then a bit more often than occasionally. And then...a bit more often than that. But nope, no way, definitely not into Max. He's arrogant, annoying, and...absurdly attractive 😔 She's pathologically self-conscious about the whole infernal monster thing; she makes humans uneasy, in an instinctive, subconscious, fight-flight-or-freeze prey drive kind of a way, so she gears her whole life around keeping to herself and going unnoticed and trying her best to never make anyone afraid of her. But Max...isn't remotely afraid of her. And it's...nice, to finally have found someone who isn't. And he very much should be--the infernal magic in her blood is quite literally toxic to vampires, and drinking too much of it will quite literally kill him, this time for good. But...drinking just a little has a narcotic effect, and she's human enough that it satisfies his hunger for a while, and she agrees to fuck him, too? He's certain he's getting the better end of this deal, but he's sure not about to risk it by pointing that out.
ANYWAY, yeesh, that's way too much preamble before actually getting to your questions, sorry 😅 I just really love these two. But yes, goodness, prompts!! Gonna stick these under a cut because clearly I'm incapable of keeping concise! But hopefully this has whet peoples' appetites and you all will wanna know more about my darling monsters 🥲🥲 Everyone feel free to keep sending me those prompts if you wanna know more about them or any of my other OCs 🥰🥰🥰
Family: Like I said, Juniper is infernal on her dad's side; he's never been around much, but he's very sweet with her when he is and she's really fond of him in return. His dad was a genuine infernal creature, chaos and corruption and decay made flesh, so he's even less human than June is, and as such simply doesn't have much understanding of the sorts of things that strain human relationships, like distance and time and lack of communication (which is why June's mom broke things off with him shortly after June's birth). June is his only child, and she's way more sympathetic towards him and his less-than-stellar parenting skills than anyone else in her family--her mom, stepdad, and two half-sisters all just try to pretend that he doesn't exist and even if he did exist then there totally definitely wasn't anything weird or unusual about him at all. June moved across the country as soon as she was old enough to get away, and she gets the sense they're all trying to pretend the same things about her, too. It hurts her feelings way more than she lets on, but helps solidify her decision to keep everyone ever at a distance (until Max comes barreling through all her carefully crafted defenses).
Max is somehow even less close with his family. He talks to his mom on the phone for birthdays and big holidays, but hasn't seen her or spoken to his father in years. Vampire powers or no, he'd probably kill the man on sight, given half the chance. His dad was an army engineer once upon a time, and then a traditional engineer when that was over, so there really was never much chance of any amount of emotional availability over there yet even so he was a real piece of work. Max was an only child, and his mom always tried to comfort him after his dad's verbal and emotional abuse but was never able or willing (he doesn't know which, and decided ages ago that he doesn't actually care) to prevent or intervene in the abuse when it happened. Again, a tiny amount of therapy might help him realize that his whole prideful, unserious, charming lothario persona was initially just a front he put on to piss off his shitty dad. But why would he do any self-reflection when he's got this hot, mean demon babe with her own luggage rack of family baggage to bang about it, instead?
Future: This is such a good prompt but unfortunately not one I can answer very thoroughly without spoiling my own (still very roughly drafted) plot. BUT I can say that there's a vampire named Leon that they're both interested in seeing, Max for the first time ever, June for the first time in several years. Leon's the leader of a very powerful vampire sect, and possibly the oldest living one in North America, and he's...sort of missing? Maybe? No one's seen him in a couple years now, though he's definitely not dead because the vampires he sired (and the ones they'd sired, and on down quite a few degrees of separation) would have felt a weakening of their own power if he'd died. And it isn't super unusual for him to just kind of wander off and disappear for a while; much like June's dad, he's so old that he doesn't have much sense of insignificant things like the passage of time. But it's odd for him to have been gone for this long without anyone having seen nor heard from him. June isn't terribly worried for him--he's a big vampire, he can take care of himself--but they're friends (insofar as either of them really have "friends"), and she'd like to know for certain that he's alright. Max, meanwhile, thinks it'd be good for business to get in with the "trads", and knowing and/or collaborating with a guy like Leon would definitely give him a leg up on his way to the c-suite. June figures that's as close to a genuine motivation as she'll see from her annoying vampire fuckboi, but, hey, fuck it, she'll take what she can get.
#answered asks#thedragonagelesbian#thank you thank you thank you for indulging me dear cas*#sorry sorry sorry that it took me so damn long to answer lmao#juniper and max#cafe con sangre (its a working title dont look at me like that)#my ocs#my writing
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Many sad thoughts running through my head but I can imagine Dabi having trust issues as you and the other anon saying. Him being afraid of getting left behind. I feel like he would say “I didn’t mean to say I love you” at some point because that’s a type of vulnerable he doesn’t want to be but it’s just one of many thoughts
AHHHHHHHH anon anon why must u hurt me like this?????? pls my whole heart just broke at this and i uhhhhh wrote 1.7k words about it,,,
❅ cw: soft dabi, angst, rly sappy ❅
It seems to happen at the most random of times. It isn’t like the movies, isn’t ever after some profound incident or momentous occurrence shared between the two of you—no, it’s always right after the most mundane things; after he catches you brushing your teeth in a cute matching set of panties and a tank top, sticking out your tongue at him, mouth full of foamy white toothpaste; after he finds you curled up on the couch buried under a fluffy blanket, nothing more than a lump and a head as your eyes rapidly scan the pages of the book in front of you, entirely absorbed in whatever world it’s built for you; after he walks into the kitchen to see you by the sink washing a few dishes, hips swaying and head nodding as you hum along to whatever song is blasting through your headphones.
But God, does it hit him like a motherfucking bus every single time, punches him in the stomach without warning, knocks the breath straight out of him.
He’s usually good at keeping it to himself, usually able to swallow it back down when those three little words begin to creep up his throat, dancing on the back of his tongue and restricting his breathing.
But eventually, he messes up.
You had started it, right after you had finished sprinkling the pizza stone with some flour while he was rolling out the dough, wiping your powdery fingers down his t-shirt, then swiping a thumb across his cheekbone, leaving a streak of white flour painted in its path, a little mischievous smile on your face and glint in your eyes.
He retaliates immediately, grabbing a pinch of flour from the bag and flicking it right in your face.
“Dabi!” you gasp, but your shoulders are shaking with silent laughter as you wipe at your face, fingers only managing to leave more strokes of the substance instead of clearing it. Your hand dives into the bag, grasping a handful of flour, inhaling deeply—enough to expand your entire chest—before blowing air out of your mouth, casting tiny, thick explosions of white at him, speckling his shirt and dusting his inky hair.
“Oh, you little brat,”
And, fuck, you look so goddamn beautiful, giggles ringing out around the room, flour strewn in your messy, tousled hair, smears of it across your cheeks and neck, sprinkled on your clothes, eyes bright and breathing laboured with exhilaration as you daintily leap away from him.
They’re bubbling up in his chest, those three stupid little words, climbing up, up, up his throat to settle on his tongue, light and sweet, floating in his mouth like candy floss and melting on his tongue only to be resurrected by another one of your giggles, or playful yelps, or squeals of his name.
And he’s too preoccupied to remember to swallow them down, to chew and chomp on them until he’s crushed them into a thousand tiny pieces as he chases you around the kitchen while you throw clouds of flour at each other, too enraptured by the soft, cute, precious sounds he’s endlessly pulling from you, too hellbent on hearing more, a man possessed.
Because he hasn’t laughed like this in ages, isn’t sure he’s ever laughed like this in his entire life, and they just slip out, when he finally catches you, chest heaving a bit from the thrill of it all as large hands curl around your shoulders.
“God, I love you,”
They’re muttered softly, just a huff of breath, really, blanketed by his laughs and yours, and you nearly miss them.
Nearly.
And then, everything stops. Your laughs abruptly cut off, and he wishes he’d have missed the sharp intake of breath you inhale through your mouth, lips parted slightly, wide eyes staring at him as your body freezes up, going rigid in his grasp, feet fused to the floor.
He stops, too, lets go of you so quickly you’d think your skin burnt his palms through the thin material of your shirt, sapphire eyes growing wide—wider than you’ve ever seen them before—as his mind catches up with his mouth, stumbling a few steps back from you.
He wants to say something, anything, but his voice is caught in his chest, fading into pathetic squeaks of breath any time he tries to force a few words out. And it aches, heart pounding almost painfully against his ribcage, breathing shallow—almost ceased completely—as he stares unblinking at you, sharp, tingling anxiety flooding his veins.
And you—well, you’re staring at him with this look in your eyes, something that he can’t decipher, and it makes his stomach lurch. It’s a look he’s never seen before, your eyes shining as you gaze at him, almost glittering as you stare at him, unmoving, unbreathing, unexplainable. Are you upset? Angry? Disgusted? Stunned? A combination of all four? None at all?
The fact that he can’t tell, that he doesn’t know, when he prides himself on being able to read others so insanely well, ignites flames of anger that alight his entire body, right to the tips of his fingers and his toes, blazing straight through the anxiety and simmering in his chest, eyes hardening as they glare back at you.
A beat passes, your ears ringing from the thick, tense silence draped over the room, and then he’s pushing past you roughly with a choked snarl that sounds a little like a mix between a sob and a growl, and storming out of the kitchen.
He’s cut off all communication entirely, has been ignoring you for a few days now, only leaving his bedroom out of absolute necessity and refusing to answer any of your countless texts that have been collecting on his lockscreen, refusing to even touch his phone. He doesn’t want to see what you have to say, desperately tries to convince himself that he doesn’t care, that he isn’t scared of what your messages might reveal, isn’t terrified of that impending rejection he’s so sure is lurking on the horizon.
But there’s only so long he can keep avoiding you before you finally catch him in the kitchen, just past three in the morning, fixing himself a late-night snack.
“Oh, thank God,”
He whirls around at the sound of your voice, cobalt eyes gaping for a moment before narrowing into sharp slits an instant later.
“Dabi, listen—”
“No,” he growls, eyes flashing. “You listen, I don’t want to fucking talk about it, alright?”
Leaping in front of him, you block his path, prohibiting him from leaving the kitchen and speaking quickly. “Yeah? Well I do!”
“I don’t care,” he spits viciously, the ache throbbing deep in his chest—at the very core of his body—reminding him otherwise. “There’s nothing to talk about, anyway! It’s not like I meant them,”
And that—that gets you to stop, tripping a little over your own feet as you stumble back like he’s physically slapped you, a soft, hurt little whimper getting caught in the back of your throat as tears rapidly pool in your eyes, blurring your vision.
“Wh-What?”
He glares down at you, molars grinding together as his nose twitches.
I didn’t mean to say I love you.
What a pathetic fucking sentence—it’s almost laughable, the corners of his lips quirking up in a sardonic little grin. Your breath hitches, and his shoulders tense at the sound.
‘You aren’t supposed to know I love you’ is much more accurate, his mind sneers at him. Coward. Fucking coward.
“I didn’t mean it,” he says, though his voice is beginning to quiver, trembling hands curling into tight fists in an effort to stop it, short nails biting into the flesh of his palm as the skin stretched taut over his knuckles turns bone white.
“Didn’t mean what?” you whisper, glistening tears finally spilling over and streaming down your cheeks, leaving gleaming trails of salt water behind them. “Say it, Dabi,”
He’s got his eyes shut tightly as he shakes his head, knows if he opens them, if he looks at you, that he’ll break, shatter into a thousand pieces, split himself open at the very core of his body and bare his entire soul to you.
“Look at me,” you demand softly.
His jaw flexes once, slowly exhaling out his nose.
“Dabi, look at me,” a pause. “Please?”
“No.”
“W-Why?” the word escapes your lips in a little whine, broken up by your sniffles.
You know why.
But it’s those little half-sobs, the ones that keep catching painfully in your chest, that do it, interspersed with your soft whimpers as you plead with him—please, open your eyes, just look at me for a second, please!
Unable to stand it any longer, his lids finally rise, slowly revealing sparkling sapphire, glowering at you, his harsh gaze protected by a thin shield of water.
He hates this, hates not having control over his own fucking body, over his own fucking thoughts, hates the unfamiliarity of it all, of the unpleasant fluttering in his stomach and burning in his throat, swallowing thickly past the hard lump that’s formed, constricting his breathing.
Revolting, his inner voice snarls at him. You’re weak, letting some stupid little girl get to you like this, as if you even—
Your touch silences the voice, cutting it off midsentence, his whole body flinching at the soft, small hand resting so tenderly against the curve of his face, subconsciously nuzzling his cheek into your palm a second later, eyes slipping shut again.
“Dabi,” you begin, and something has changed. You no longer sound hurt, no longer sound wounded, your voice gentle and—
No. No, no, no, this can’t be happening to him right now. Panic grips his heart, puncturing it with its claws, sending blistering, sharp pain searing through his chest and slicing him open, raw and vulnerable.
“Please, don’t,” he whispers, words tumbling from his lips without his permission, voice frail, fragile, broken.
Don’t. He doesn’t want to hear them, doesn’t need to hear them, can’t bear to hear them—not if they’re false, fake, uttered out of misplaced pity and sympathy.
“I love you, too,”
A pathetic hiccup gets caught in his throat and he chokes on it, chest stuttering as he shakes his head, lids clenching tightly against the unfamiliar sting of tears, lips pressed together firmly to stifle the tiny distressed sounds that keep crawling up his throat, trying to escape.
There’s no way, she’s lying, how could she ever—
“Yes,” you whisper, thumb caressing his jaw. “I love you, too,”
#dabi x reader#dabi#todoroki touya x reader#todoroki touya#dabi angst#dabi fluff#???? just BARELY#TW SOFT DABI#AHHHHHH anon i am screaming endlessly into the void#sweet anon 🥺#clari gets mail
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Neighborhood
Characters: Vernon! x reader!neighbor
Genre: smut/fluff
Words: 2.008k
warning:unprotectedsex, blowjob, kitchensex, fingering,kinky,foreplay,riding,intimate
Summary: Vernon is your neighbor since you move into your new unit. You can always see him but never talked to him. An incident led you to ask for his help and casually having a thing that is not expected.
A/N: another memberxreader prompt piece I made. Inspired by the Attaca teaser photos I crazily thinksss. I cant sleep. Well, anyways hope u enjoy this one! ;))
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It was weekend. You are already finishing all of your house chores and started to prepare for your dinner.
You went to check what it was, only to find out that your heater is broken.
"Oh.shit.. why is it now??ugh!." You groaned in frustration.
You immediately called the maintenance of your building but unfortunately, there is no maintenances at the moment that could assist you.
"The hell with this. What should i do?."
You called some of your friends, some of them didn't pick up. Well, its a weekend.. maybe that's why..
You suddenly remembered your neighbor. Youve been staying in that apartment for 6mos already, and yet you didnt have a chance to talk to him or greet him.
Should you ask him for help? Nah. Youre shy..
But then, the weather is really chilly. And without the heater, you might die in coldness.
"Nah, I have my last option, my mom."
You called and unfortunately, She's not at home. She went out of town with her bingo friends. You sighed.
You only have your neighbor as your last option. You mustered all your courage to ring his doorbell. You bought your dinner hoping that he wil let you in and eat him, with him..
You ringed the bell 2 times.. bit nervous..
He opened the door. He is in his pajamas. His top was unbuttoned. (same.as.the.picture.above.i forgot.the.exactwords.)
You were speechless. He was looking at you expressionless.
"uhm.. Hi. Im from unit 201, hehe." A bit nervous.
"Hi."
"uhm.. can I uhm.. have dinner here? Uh.."
"sure. Come in.." He said without hesitations. He acts like he knows what exactly you mean..
You both went inside his unit. His unit was fucking clean. It turned you on. He smells exactly the same as his room. So manly.. you suddenly became horny.
You immediately went to his kitchen. You heard him chuckled. Fuck?
"uhm. I brought some kimchi soup. You know.. h..hehe would you like some?." You genuinely offered it.
"Yes." You talk to each other like you already know each other.
"i..im y/n.. i forgot to introduce myself." You chuckled.
"Im Vernon." He answered.
"Hi Vernon! How long are you here in this apartment?." You asked trying to make the conversation longer.
"quite some time."
"Do you have a job? I mean.. i dont usually see you. H..hehe.."
"officeworker."
"ohh I see.. h..hehe." Youre out of questions now. How can you keep the conversation going?
"i like the soup." Vernon said.
"ohh.. ahaha.. Thank you. I just made this because its really cold outside. Im so glad you liked it.." You said. You now feel that the atmosphere is a bit light.
You finished eating and you fixed the table already. You are at the kitchen sink when you felt a presence. It was Vernon.
He suddenly came to you. "Uhm... I wanted to wash the plates.. can I wash---.."
Vernon suddenly kissed you. You can feel him pressing unto you..
He started to undress your top, and his hand caressing your breast. You liked it. You only know his name, and yet here you are, kissing him. Letting him strip you and cup your breast.
"uhm.. wait-- uhh Ver..non.. ahhhhhh---" You cant think straight anymore.. Youre immersed in this feeling already. The feeling of being fucked by a handsome and mysterious neighbor.
You like a man who knows how to take charge. You also like being nude in front of a man with half of his clothes on. A good beginning is important.
He suddenly carried you in a bride style..
"I just wanna fuck you so bad.. Im sorry it got me turned on." sincerly apologizing to you. but, you dont find it wierd. You find hot. It made you more horny.
Then he got naked. His penis was huge. He didn't seem to be in any hurry. You love being french kissed in the nude. This is like one of your fantasies. Vernon decided you'd love it even more while being finger fucked.
He started to move lower unto your inbetween legs. His tongue and fingers were in perfect sync.
"aahhhh--uhhhnggg.." You kept on moaning that made him turned on more.
As you became increasingly wet, his attention shifted to your fully erect nipples. You liked the sensation of his tongue expertly probing and flicking your pleasure cherries.
You're proud of your breasts, and appreciated his serious attempt to lick and suck the pink off your nipples.
"uhhhhhhhngg.. s..shit.. how can you be this good Vernon.. uhhhh.."
He didnt answer.
He backed away and re-situated his body between your legs. His cock was standing straight up. He lifted your left foot and he placed your toes to his face. He began licking each one like a special morsel, and then repeated the procedure with your right foot. This was fun.
Vernon is such an expert. You werent expecting that a mysterious boy can be this good in fucking.
You wanted to be fucked. He spread your legs and ate you out. You always liked being licked. He tongued you like a snake, slowly edging near and around the clitoris but never quite making contact. You moaned longingly as he brought me to the brink of release with pleasure surges that kept increasing in intensity.
"ahhhhhhh..uhhhhh..nggg.." You heard him moan and it made you hornier.
You begged.
Vernon inserted his finger into your pussy and then withdrew it, wet and glistening with your physical excitement.
He anointed your clitoris and licked it that made you arched your back in pleasure..
Vernon re-inserted his finger all the way in, and slowly withdrew it. This time he drew a moist trace of pussy juice from the top of the pubis and up the abdomen.
You sat up on your elbows to watch. This was a show you didn't want to miss.
He reintroduced his finger and slowly withdrew from the nectar well. Brushing past my clitoris, he again traced a liquid glory trail further up your abdomen, and into the navel.
"ahhhh..fuck..your pussy's so wet..y/n.." Vernon said while playing your juices.
He had found your secret fetish, your only secret shame, and you were in heaven.
You watched his fingernail lewdly wiggle it's way back and forth across the belly knot, producing a gloriously painful pleasure.
You're lipbiting. You raised your tummy for more exquisite love punishment. You relished the idea of having a stranger make your navel so sweetly sore and red, and Vernon's finger didn't disappoint.
"You have such a sexy belly button.." he purred.
You blushed. You really like it when someone notices it.
"You like it when I say belly button, don't you?"
You nodded.
"Tell me how much you like my finger in your belly button." Vernon said.
"I..i like it..."
"No-- say it..."
"I like your finger...in my.. b..belly button.." You murmured.
"Say it again louder like you mean it!! Where do you like my finger?"
You hesitated before obeying his command. You managed to raise your voice, this is the first time that you heard his real deep voice. but couldn't find the wherewithal to look him in the eye.
"I..in my belly button."
"That's right!" he sneered. "In your belly button!" He said.
As his finger continued to probe, You felt yourself literally dripping on the sheet below. Of all your past partners, no man had loved your tummy quite like Vernon.
When his nail finally found the core of the birth scar, it made you cum.
"ahhhhhhhhnggg..s..shit..ahhhh.. s..shit Ver..non..im cumming.. ahhhh.."
Your body quivered all the way down to your toes. You felt like a naked little girl who had touched herself impurely for the first time, and then realized her mother was watching.
The delicious mixture of pleasure and shame overwhelmed your senses.
Before your pleasure ebbed, his mouth was back and slobbering on your breasts. He was so excited, and you are so ready.
You spread your legs wide open in anticipation of being penetrated. His penis was not only long, but had plenty of girth. You beckoned him while fingering your clitoris.
"Such a slutty angel.. i love it.." He murmured.
"Please fuck me now Vernon.. Use me any way you like.. I want it so fucking bad.. I want your dick inside me.." pleading like a slut.
Instead, he placed your hand around his shaft, guiding it slowly up and down. Without any coaxing you placed your mouth on the head of his penis and ran your tongue lovingly around the well-defined ridge. The circumference seemed to go on forever. You paid special attention to the underside where the seminal vesicle attached.
You licked the penis slit, and tasted a tiny dew drop of his excitement. You licked it again, and waited. Another clear droplet of lubricant emerged which you smeared all over the head with your finger. It felt so slippery, sensuous and sexy.
"ahhhhhhh..shit..aaaaaahhnggg.." Vernon moaned.
You spread your legs. He carefully inserted the head of his penis into your pussy, which caused you to spread even wider. That amazing ridge and penis head worked it's way back and forth in an agonizingly slow tease.
"ahhhhhhh..uhhhhngggg..ahhhshit.."
Your fully stretched crack barely swallowed the tip of his amazing cock which he tantalizingly popped in and out of your vulva repeatedly. If you had not been so lubricated, it might have split you in two.
With slow measured thrusts he achieved full penetration. He was as hard as a rock, and stayed hard as a rock for what seemed an eternity. If you both had stood up, he could have anchored you onto that sweet appendage without your feet ever touching the ground. Oh your going to be so sore for the next week, and it was going to be so worth it.
Without missing a beat you both rolled over which left you on top to ride him rodeo-style. Vernon remained still while you did all the work. He placed his hands at your sides.
"ahhhh..ahhhhh..shit..ahhhhh.auhhhh.." You both moaned in pleasure.
"That's right.." He purred sweetly.
"Give me a show while I fuck you. Keep me nice and hard like a good belly dancer." He said.
He placed his thumbs on your nipples. "Your titties are so big, so pink, and so hard. A naughty little girl like you loves a good fucking, don't you? You're as randy as a dirty little whore. You want every bit of pleasure you can grab. You want to be fucked like a dirty, filthy little whore, don't you?"
That sounded sexy to you. Its true you wanted to fucked like a slutty whore.
"Yes...oh God..uhhhhh..yes!"
You worked your vagina up and down every inch of his amazing human club. Your insides were turning to jelly. You never had felt so possessed in your life. A lightning bolt of pleasure surged through you, and repeated four or five times in rapid succession. You began to shake. Each surge brought on a new level of rapture. You could hardly catch your breath as he thoroughly stoked the needs of your sexual furnace. You fell back in surrender as he finished me off.
Both satisfied.
He slowly pulled out, still hard, and christened your belly button with his remaining seed. The sight re-ignited your arousal.
He slowly daubed his middle finger in the ejaculate pool, and coated your nipples with semen. He then lapped up semen with his index finger, and without warning, stuck it in your rectum.
Before you could fully react, the tip of his tongue lapped the tip of your clitoris like a parched dog. Your entire body clenched as you cried out in blissful agony,
"Oh.. ahhh..shit..that is so fucking nasty!"
You squirted in his face; once.. twice... three times.
He closed his eyes, and didn't move a muscle.
"I wish, you wouldnt hate me for this.." Vernon said.. You shushed him. You cant blame him thou.. You liked it too. Its just that the Vernon that you are expecting is a shy and nerdy one. It turns out, its the different one.
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The Beginning of the End
Warnings : first fic I’ve written in a long while, forced infidelity, non/dubcon, Dabi is a sweet boyfriend and Keigo is a scummy bastard, oral (receiving and giving), handjob (receiving and giving), reader is fem, daddy kink, noncon filming, swearing uhhhhh message me if I’m missing anything?
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Breathe in. Count to five. Breathe out. It’s showtime! A grin spread across your face as you looked down at the clueless people. Sparkling gems, webs of gold and countless other riches were flaunted in every direction. And it’s all mine for the taking. You thought as you dived through the skylight and used your quirk to shatter the lights as your feet gently touch the floor. “Attention rich snobs and gentlefolk! If you don’t want your life to be over in a few seconds, I recommend you throw all your money and jewels to the floor now!” You command as you strengthen the wind within the closed space. A few people hesitate before you whip them with the air around them and they’re jumping to lighten their pockets. “Thank you all so much for cooperating! Afterall I’m sure you can afford to replace it all!” You coo as the winds pick everything up and take it all up to the roof where you have a pair of duffel bags waiting. You take in the delicious look of fear on the faces of the people, the quiet whimpers from some of the women and the way their cowardly husbands push them in front of themselves. “Now that I have just made some room in your wealthy lives for some new pieces I’ll be taking my leave, oh but don’t even think of calling for heros or the police. A...friend of mine has them tied up right now so just enjoy the rest of your party. Ta ta~!” You exclaim as the wind brings you up to your bags and your exit. Across the city you can see those bright blue flames that have always made your heart beat just a little faster. You sling the straps of the bags over your shoulders and glide on the wind down to the alleyway across from the museum and run towards the safe house. Well my safe house at least. Hopefully Dabi can make it back.
Unknown to you, there was a crimson feather tucked into one of your bags and a pair of amber eyes trailing your figure from above.
Heavy thuds sounded three times on the front door before a fourth and gentler knock had you rushing to the door. “Hey doll, hope ya had fun.” Dabi chuckled as he sauntered in and flopped on your couch. “Well not as much as you. The news kept talking about all the damage you did. I’m surprised you didn’t overexert yourself.” You reply as you pull the bags from the closet you’d hid them in and drop them on the coffee table in front of Dabi. “You know it’ll take more than that little display to wear me out. Or maybe I need to give you a reminder.” He growled out playfully before pulling you on top of him. You lean forward and nuzzle into his neck as his hands start to wander over your body. “Mm you must’ve ran into Birdbrain earlier. You only get this excited after you fight him babe.” You said between kitten licks on his neck. He started grinding up into you and gripping you just a bit tighter. “That coward saw me and took off before I could turn him into some hot wings.” Dabi chuckled as one of his hands made its way into your shorts and smirked. “No undies princess? Atta girl.” His praise had your clit started to throb with want. Knowing how his praise gets you going, he dipped two fingers into your tight entrance and circled your hot button with his thumb. “Dabi!” You shriek as he sets a rough pace, scissoring your walls before adding a third finger. “That’s right, scream my name so everyone knows how good I make you feel.” He whispered into your ear as you began to moan and whine at each stroke of your clit. “You close doll? I can feel your walls clenching. C’mon pretty girl, let me know how good you feel.” While one of his hands was shoved in your shorts, his other was tweaking and pulling on your nipple sending your pleasure-addled brain into overdrive. “So good, you make me feel so good baby! Ahh~! More, please just a bit more!” You moan and beg as you can feel your peak approach. That’s when he starts to slow his ministrations of course. And you make sure to whine and try to grind down on his hand, chasing after the peak before it leaves you. “Aw, you want to cum doll? Ask nicely and I’ll gladly make you cum.” He teased you as he swiped your clit with his thumb twice to see you squirm. “Please Daddy, please! I’m so close, please daddy! Just a little more daddy!” You beg as you try again to grind on his fingers to get some relief. “I guess since you worked so hard tonight you can cum.” He pulled his fingers out of you with a harsh squelch and laid you down on the couch as you started to whine more at the loss of his fingers. “But I want you to cum on my tongue and not my fingers.” He said while pulling your shorts off and digging his head in between your spread thighs. He started licking and stroking your clit before moving down to your slit. He lazily drew circles on your clit as his tongue delved into your sweet slit and began slurping like it’s the last meal he’ll ever have. “Ah~! Daddy! You’re making me feel so good daddy! Ahh~!” You writhe below Dabi and grip his hair between your fingers as he delves two fingers in. “Mm~! ‘M close daddy! Please can I cum daddy?” You begged again as you approached your peak again. “C’mon then, cum for daddy.” He growled out as he ate you fervently.
Quickly you crashed into euphoria as his thumb rubbed your clit to help you ride out your high and he slowly withdrew his face from between your legs before looking down at you. “That’s my girl, you want me to carry you to bed?” He asked as he moved towards your face to nip at your lip. “N-no, I think I’ll crash here tonight. Thanks Dabi.” You murmur as you lean up and peck his lips. “Can’t walk yet babe? Haha I’ll just put these up then. I need to check in with Dustface and find a fence for this shit, see ya in the morning babe?” He asked from the hallway as you heard the duffel bags dropping to the floor. “Yeah, 10:30 at Sanji’s? Or should I just head to your hideout?” You offered as you cringed from the cooling puddle beneath you. “I’ll see ya at the diner. If Dustface sees you he might cream his pants and then his nanny will make me mop it up. You sure you don’t want me to carry you to bed? Or even bring you a blanket for right now?” He crouched before you. “Yes I’m sure, I just want to lay here for a couple minutes. Now go before I jump you, loser.” You shove his shoulder with a laugh that warms his core. “Alright brat, take care.” He rolled his turquoise eyes before kissing you and walking off. “Love you too babe!” You shout before you hear the door shut gently and hear the turning of the lock. You stretch out before slowly sitting up and looking down at your now ruined couch. “Damn, I need to start telling him to put me on the floor. I’ll clean it in the morning, I’m too tired for this shit right now.” You say to yourself as you get up and head to your bathroom to clean yourself up and get ready for bed.
#mha#x reader#dabi x reader#tw noncon#tw dubcon#sweet Dabi#tw swearing#tw noncon filming#tw daddy kink#uhh let me know what else to tag if anyone reads this#SMUT#bnha dabi#bnha smut#bnha
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Their Daughter
Authors Note: I swear I posted this before, but I can’t find it anywhere on my account so I’m thinking Tumblr deleted it. I did add a little onto the end if this part so if you have read I would advise to read it again. Please don’t copy to other sites.
Warnings: yelling, crying, uhhhhh
The week and a half at Malfoy Manor passed way too fast for Ali’s liking. In all honesty, she wasn’t looking forward to spending the rest of her summer with the Weasley bunch and Potter. School started in three weeks as it was and she knew that she would be seeing plenty of them there, and spending even more time with them made her want to vomit. She felt like she was able to breathe when she was with the Malfoys. She missed her Uncles but spending so much time with Narcissa and her friends helped take her mind off of everything.
After their first trip to Diagon Alley, they want another time just Narcissa and Ali to spend some quality time together and that’s how Ali was ending up with a trunk so full she and Draco had to sit on it to close it, her friends were around the Manor a lot more. Pansy, Theo, and Blaise had stayed the night after their families had dinner together meaning that they all slept in the living room after talking late into the night. Ali was woken up by her aunt shaking her awake, telling her that if she wanted Blaise to stay breathing she needed to move. Somehow that night the two had ended up right beside each other with Ali’s head on Blaise's right arm while his left was under his head. This was something that Draco now used to blackmail Ali into doing things he didn’t want to do since he knew his father would murder any boy that so much looked at Ali.
Ali sighed before calling the house-elf to take her trunk downstairs. Doing a quick once over of her royal blue bedroom she grabbed her wand before making her way down the stairs. She left to go back home today and as excited as she was to see Regulus and Remus, the knot forming in her stomach at seeing Sirius made her ill. Her confidence had grown some after talking with Narcissa about what was going on at home. Cissa assured her that Sirius was just being Sirius and not seeing the hurt he was inflicting. Ali wanted to believe her aunt's words that he would come around more when he knew that the Malfoys were not a threat. She had made sure Ali knew that she was just as good if not better than the Potter boy because she didn’t judge anyone no matter their house. Draco was livid when he found out what was happening between Sirius and Ali, blaming it all on Potter for being the snake that he feared Draco was so much. Draco had made her swear that if Harry or anyone said anything to make her upset that she would write Draco right away and he would be there in a heartbeat.
“I knew that dress would look stunning on you,” Narcissa stood as Ali entered the living room. Ali smiled at her aunt as she kissed her on the cheek. She did a little spin when Narcissa motioned her to do so causing the dark blue dress to flare out at the bottom right above her knees. Cissa had insisted she bought it even if it wasn’t something Ali would have normally worn. She had paired it with her favorite white combat boots and black tights making the little white spots on the sleeves stand out even more. Narcissa hugged Ali once more, and Ali knew she didn’t want to send her back to Grimmauld Place, but school started soon and Ali wanted to spend some more time with Regulus and get her stuff ready. “We are going to miss you so don’t forget to write, and we will see you at the train station.”
Ali nodded, hugging her aunt close before moving onto Lucius who kissed her cheek wishing her good luck at home and to write if she needed anything. Draco was last, he tried to act indifferent, but Ali knew he didn’t want her to leave. She stuck her hand out causing him to roll his eyes before pulling her into a hug. Draco had grown quite a bit the last couple of years making Ali eye level with his shoulder. “Write to me the minute something goes wrong, and I’ll be there to save you. Potter be damned.”
Ali giggled, “Of course, Dray. Behave for mother, and make sure if you see our friends that you tell them I’ll see them soon.”
Ali grabbed her trunk while Lucius called for Winks the house-elf to come apparate Ali back home. She gave her extended family one last smile before grabbing Winks's hand. They landed across the street of Grimmauld Place, Ali gave Winks a bar of chocolate out of her pocket before bidding goodbye. She walked in the door hearing noise coming from the living room and dining area. It was just after lunch so she assumed everyone was still hanging out there. She debated going straight to her room first but decided not to. She pulled her trunk behind her till she reached the dining room. There everyone was, immediately Ali wished she was back at the Manor where it was peaceful and she wasn’t getting stared at like she was right now. She pulled down the sleeves on her dress a little more not noticing how big of a mistake that was.
She saw Regulus standing in the corner, he smiled at her. Regulus was happy that Ali got to stay away for a little bit. He was able to give Sirius a piece of his mind, which happened often, without Ali overhearing. Screaming matches could be heard coming from the study more often than not after someone made rude comments about Ali or her friends. Sirius still had acted like Ali was staying with the Dark Lord himself instead of family and it had pushed Regulus to the edge more than once. Regulus knew that Remus was on the same page as him, he was over the comments from Sirius. Regulus had noticed that Harry didn’t say anything bad about her or Slytherins if Remus was present. He had taken a liking to the oldest two Weasleys and Fleur, they were nice to Ali and Fleur often defended her by saying kind things. Regulus knew that Fleur stuck out in the Weasley family, he had seen the looks some of the younger ones would give her. He felt bad for her and often tried to make sure she felt comfortable, much like he knew she did for Ali.
Ali hugged her uncle tight, she had missed the safety feeling that came from burying herself in his chest. Remus was quick to join the two, squeezing Ali to him before kissing her head. Ali quickly tucked herself back into Regulus' side. His arm wrapped around her shoulders, “How was it? Did you have fun?”
Ali smiled at him and Remus, “I did. Pansy, Blaise, and Theo stayed over after we had dinner with their families. Cissa took me shopping, twice mind you. Draco almost made the house explode with some potion he was trying to make to dye Theos hair. It was supposed to change with his mood, but instead, it ended up all over the ceiling. Aunt Cissa didn’t stop yelling at him for an hour,” She laughed at the memory of Draco’s face while his mother yelled that he had ruined her ceiling. “Um, what else?” She knew Regulus wanted to know exactly what she did. He was always interested in her life often making her tell stories from school in detail. She was never allowed to leave with just a generic ‘fine’ that some teenagers got away with. “Oh Lucius took us to Hogsmede, claiming that it was to get Cissa some sugar quills, but the number of chocolate frogs said differently. Oh, Cissa told me to tell you that she ordered me new school robes and that you needed to pick them up or she could bring them to the station.”
“You didn’t tell me you needed robes?” Regulus raised his eyebrow, surely she would have told him if she needed something like that.
“Oh I don’t, but Draco did since he grew again and Cissa said I should just get some so I have extras. I-”
“Why don’t you just brag some more,” an icy voice cut her off. Ali looked to see Sirius standing behind Harry with his hands on his shoulders. She hadn’t noticed him when she came in so she was wondering what all he had heard. She wasn’t bragging about anything. She knew the Weasley’s had financial problems, but this was her home. She was allowed to talk about things she did with her Aunts even if it was out spending an obscene amount of money.
“I-I wasn’t bragging,” Ali stuttered, “I just was telling Uncle Regulus what I-I had done.”
“Oh yeah right. You had fun, right? That’s good,” Sirius walked around the table towards Ali who naturally stepped closer to Regulus. Her uncle tensed when he saw that Ali was scared of his brother. “So why are you wearing long sleeves? It’s like 80 degrees out. You must be warm in them.”
“Sirius,” Remus’s tone was a warning. He knew what Sirius was thinking, but he had hope that Sirius knew not to do it.
Sirius ignored Remus continuing to walk towards his brother and daughter. “You decided that you wanted to match Regulus too? Spend some time with the Dark Lord the past couple of weeks?”
“Sirius you stop this instant she didn’t do anything,” Molly spoke up for the girl while pushing the other children out of the room. She tried to get Harry to leave but gave up after he insisted he stayed where he was.
“No, Molly, cause you to see Regulus was her age when he got the mark. And I’m starting to wonder if Ali doesn't have it as well. Spies the both of them. Playing the part of perfect uncle and niece. Show me your arm, Alianova.”
Ali stayed where she was, not moving an inch. She felt her breath pick up as Sirius walked closer. “Ali, I said show me your arm.” She shook her head no. She didn’t have anything to hide, but she didn’t want to give him the satisfaction of listening to him. He hadn’t earned her trust or respect at this point. Sirius reached out and grabbed Ali’s arm. That was when all Hell broke out.
Sirius had enough time to push her sleeve up before he was shoved back by Regulus. Ali cried out when Sirius’s nails dug into her skin hard enough to bleed. Remus grabbed Sirius, pulling him back while he stared in shock at Ali who had tears streaming down her cheek staring at him in disbelief.
Regulus lunged at Sirius only to be held back by Bill Weasley, “Stop. Stop, Regulus. Ali needs you. Go.” He lightly pushed Regulus back towards Ali. Regulus felt this heart crack in his chest when he saw that Ali sitting on the floor holding her arm to her chest. Her tears dripping down her chin as she watched Remus pace in front of Sirius who was still looking at her.
Regulus knelt beside Ali gently pulling her arm to him revealing the four scratch marks on the pale flesh. Each had drops of blood running down the sides. Regulus grabbed the tea towel off the counter-pressing it to the wound. Ali leaned into his shoulder letting her tears catch on the fabric of his shirt. She was trembling from the shock that someone who was supposed to love her could hurt her like this. She had always known of the Black Temper; it was famous really. But even when she saw her grandmother and Regulus angry, they had never hurt her. Sirius was her father; it was his job to protect her was it not? She understood that he never wanted her, she was a mistake. Ali had come to terms when that a long time ago, but for him to actively hurt her shook her to her core. Ali was focused on Regulus, but from the corner of her eye, she could see Remus shaking with rage at Sirius. Regulus cupped her cheeks in his hands wiping away her falling tears. “Are you okay?”
She numbly nodded at her uncle. “Ali, I am so sorry-”
“NO,” The venom in Ali’s voice shocked those that were in the room as she stood with Regulus’s help. “No. You don’t get to apologize. You knew what you were doing and you didn’t care! You never have. And never will. I get it okay?” Ali walked towards Sirius so she was a couple of feet in front of him, but near the stairs to make her exit if she couldn't handle it anymore. “I know that I wasn’t planned or wanted. I know that I’m not Harry Bloody Potter, but you know what I am? I’m YOUR daughter. That doesn’t matter, does it? You don’t care that it's your job to raise me and protect me and love me. You never did it. I have no memories of you. Not one. My uncles told me how good of a parent you were when I was little, but I don’t believe that anymore. Hell, if someone told me you put me in a room and left me there it would be more believable.”
She pinched the bridge of her nose letting out a sigh. She never stood up to people much, but she was sick and tired of Sirius thinking he could act like this towards her. “I used to look up to you. I never listened to the bad things people said because I thought you were good. I wanted to make you proud of me even if I never got to meet you. Then you got out. But instead of coming for your flesh and blood, you came for him,” She flung her arm in Harry’s general direction. “You were never there for me. That’s fine too. Wanna know why? Because I have people who are always there for me. People who love me unconditionally, and make me see that I am enough. Do you know who those people are? A big chunk of them is the Malfoys. I had a lot of fun staying with them, but one of my favorite parts was when Lucius told me that even if you didn’t see how great of a daughter I was that he and Regulus did. The Lucius Malfoy made ME feel better because you treat me like rubbish.”
Ali walked closer to Sirius. The only noise in the room was coming from her, and if she stopped talking a pin dropping could be heard. Regulus was stunned by her outburst but knew deep down that it was coming. Sirius had pushed her too far, and once Ali was done it was going to take a lot more than Bill Weasley to hold him back. “I have never called anyone else ‘Dad’, but now I regret it. Regulus is more of my father than you could ever be. I hope you have fun with your son.” She spat looking Sirius in the eye before turning on her heel fleeing up the stairs. Tears fell again as she shut and locked her door behind her, sliding down the other side of it. Even if what she said was true it didn’t mean that it hurt any less knowing that Sirius would never choose her.
Downstairs Regulus was fuming. He was shocked that Ali called him ‘dad’ even if he had wanted that for as long as he could remember. But the other part of him wanted to break Sirius in half. He felt the rage coming back from when he was a child. He felt the urge to kill but knew that he wouldn’t. He couldn’t think of himself, he had too much at stake. He hadn’t been able to think of himself for the last fifteen years. Sirius had done a lot of messed up things in his life, but this took the cake. Regulus forgave him a long time ago for him leaving, and for the bullying that he did to Regulus through school, but this was unforgivable. Ali was a child who didn’t understand why she wasn’t good enough or why her father was hell-bent on her being on the side with the Dark Lord when she was the furthest away from him.
Regulus stood brushing off his hands on his pants before stalking towards Sirius how a predator stalks its prey. He saw Bill and Arthur move forward a few inches more than likely ready to intervene if needed. Remus’s eyes had a little more green in them than normal probably due to the rage he was feeling and the fact that the full moon was less than a week away. It was honestly shocking that Remus hadn’t thrown Sirius into the wall yet. Regulus stopped when he was toe to toe with his brother.
“How dare you do what you just did to her! She is a child, Sirius. She is supposed to be your child,” Regulus’s voice was eerily calm when he spoke making the hairs on Remus’s neck stand from the amount of venom present. “Frankly I have no idea how she is half you. All she wanted to do was get away from all the stress that has come from living here the past couple of months. She has been a shell of herself since you came back really, but when she came through those doors I saw her coming back to herself. That couldn’t happen though, could it? Had to accuse her of having the Dark Mark, which she didn’t, but when she refused to show you because she doesn’t owe you anything you hurt her. You made her bleed. She is your daughter and you made her bleed. Do us all a favor and leave her alone. I opened this home to you and the Order because it was the right thing to do. Ali agreed that she wanted to help, but this can’t keep happening. I can’t put her at risk anymore. So leave her alone and if she sheds another tear because of you then you will leave.”
Sirius stood stunned. His younger brother hadn’t stood up for himself even when they were children. That was the most he had heard Regulus talk in his life. He felt bad that he had hurt Ali, he never meant to, but he has to protect Harry and the Order. He doesn’t trust the Malfoys and Ali had been there. How was he to know that she didn’t have the Mark? All she had to do was show her arm. Simple really. He glanced around the room as Regulus walked away not waiting for his response. Sirius knew that Regulus meant what he had said. Molly had started cleaning up the kitchen with a sad look in her eyes, while Arthur and Bill had left the room. Remus met his eyes but shook his head at him disappointed. “Come on, Harry. I need a walk.”
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Ali wasn’t sure how long she had been sitting on the floor of her room. It was quiet downstairs which was concerning, but she didn’t think much of it. Hopefully Regulus hadn’t killed Sirius, but if he did she wouldn’t blame him. She had cried herself numb. She didn’t have any tears left, her throat was scratchy from the sobs. Part of her wanted to go back to Malfoy Manor where she was safe and welcomed, but the other part of her wanted to find her uncle and have him read to her like he did when she was a child.
A knock at her door pulled her from her musings. “Al? Open the door darling. It’s just me.” Regulus’s voice came from the other side.
Very slowly Ali stood up leaning onto the table by the door for support. She turned the lock and instantly Regulus opened the door. He kissed her forehead before leading her to her bed. Ali had yet to change out of her dress, but she didn’t really care. Regulus snagged the blanket off the foot of her bed before gently pushing her down into it and covering them both with the blue and silver blanket. Ali positioned herself with her head on Regulus' shoulder. Exhaustion weighing down heavy on her. Even though it was early she could feel her eyes droop as he carded a hand through her hair. “Thank you, dad. For loving me.”
Regulus’s heart swelled and broke with those words, but he didn’t get a chance to respond before her soft snores filled the room.
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Regulus wasn’t sure how much time had passed as he stroked his niece's hair. He was mad at his brother for basically throwing away the only good thing that had ever come from the Black family. Sirius was too blinded by the past to see what was right in front of him. As children, Sirius often told Regulus that he was their family's favorite and that it bothered him, but if he knew what it was like to be less loved then how can he love Harry more than Ali? He understood that Harry was Sirius's Godson, but couldn’t he love Ali and Harry equally. If Sirius made the effort maybe Ali and the other children could even be friends. His heart ached from the emotional battle that Ali was going through right now. Even if Sirius didn’t see it, he and Remus did. Ali’s light was dimmer than before and just when she was lighting up again Sirius snuffed it out.
Carefully sliding out from under Ali and placing a pillow under her head Regulus left the room. He shut the door behind him casting a locking spell so she wouldn’t be bothered. He needed to speak with Remus first before doing anything. They needed to decide what to do about Ali. As much as Regulus wanted to spend time with her before she went back to school he didn’t want her to be this upset anymore. He walked into the study to find Remus and Nymphadora sitting near the fireplace.
“How is she?” Nymphadora blurted the question as soon as she saw her cousin. Remus had owled her after Ali had gone to her room. The older sister in her wanted to go up to Sirius and give him a piece of her mind, but she knew that it wouldn’t do any good.
“She’s asleep for now. All the fighting has exhausted her. I honestly don’t know what to do. I want her here this is her home, but if Sirius doesn’t stop acting like the brut that he is it is going to hurt her more. Speaking of Sirius, where is he? It’s quiet.” Regulus flopped down on the chair across from Remus and Nymphadora raking a hand through his hair. His worry for Ali was causing him a headache. On one hand, he wanted to send Ali to stay at the Malfoy Manor for the remainder of summer, but on the other, he wanted to hold her close and have her stay in her home where she belonged.
“Sirius left with Harry after you went upstairs. He hasn’t been home since. The Weasleys stepped out to Diagonal Ally to get the kids stuff for school.” Remus replied. He was secretly thankful that the house was mainly empty. This way at least Ali could come down if she felt like it without the chance of someone bothering her. Remus was having the same thoughts as Regulus about keeping Ali at home virus's sending her to the Manor. HE just wanted his niece happy. The hope that he had of Airius and Ali having the father/daughter relationship was gone. If only Remus could get Sirius to open his eyes to the pain he was causing to the girl, but Sirius was nothing if not stubborn.
“I think I am going to write Cissa and see if she can keep Ali for the rest of summer. If that’s what it takes for her to be happy no healthy then so be it. We can see her off at the -“
“I don’t want to leave,” Ali’s voice interrupted. “I want to stay here with you. Please don’t make me leave. I can handle it, I promise.”
Ali knew that she and regulus were going to have to talks about the fact that she called him dad, but that was a private conversation. Right now she needed to convince the adults in the room that she didn’t need to leave. She could take Sirius. Yes the words that he had said hurt her and the actions he did tonight furthered that hurt in her heart, but she was done. She didn’t owe him anything, and it was clear she knew that he didn’t want to be her father. She had meant what she said to regulus. He was her father in all the ways that counted. He loved her unconditionally, was always there for her, and protected her.
She went and sat on the couch in between Nymphadora and Remus who wrapped an arm around her pulling her close to his chest. “It might be best if you went and stayed for the rest of the summer at the Manor, Al. This isn’t good for you mentally. We all can see how drained you are.”
“No, this is my home. I can handle it. I have you all plus the older Weasleys and Fleur. You all protect me and if I need to get away for a little bit I’ll owl Blaise or Draco to go to Diagonal Ally or something. I want to spend time with you. Times are hard right now and you never know when you are going to lose someone and I would like to have as much time with each of you just in case.”
Regulus leaned forward taking Ali’s hand in his, “nothing, and I mean nothing is going to happen to us. I love you more than you could ever imagine and if you want to stay here you can.” Ali smiles brightly at that before Regukus cut her off, “but you have to tell me, Remus, or Severus, if anything happens. And you have to come out of your room. I am not having you locking yourself away again. Got it?”
Ali pounced on Regulus hugging his neck tight. She was excited to spend some more time with her family. She had meant what she said about never knowing when something was going to happen. Wizards had been disappearing all over London and she was genuinely scared something was going to happen to her loved ones. She was going to make it a point to take plenty of photos and make enough memories to last a lifetime the next couple of weeks.
Regulus held his niece tight, fighting back the tears when she whispered, “Thanks, Dad,” into his ear. He had been called a lot of things in his life, but this was one title he was going to wear proudly.
Remus’s voice interrupted the moment, “wait for a second, why are you going to owl Blaise? We have an agreement young lady no boys till your thirty!”
Ali’s giggle was music to those in the room with her, and for the first time that summer they all saw Ali smile at home the brightest she had since everyone arrived.
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