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dixons-sunshine · 28 days

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Seizing for a part two of young!daryl head cannons omg😩

Shopping Spree, Hangout Dreams AU Headcannons Part Two | Young!Daryl Dixon x Young!Fem!Reader

*GIF isn't mine.*

Word count: 853.

A/n: Here's a part two of my personal headcannons while I mentally prepare myself for the scene I'm about to write in my newest fic. Hope y'all like these!

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★ So it's quite common for us Daryl writers to have him call the reader "Sunshine", but I feel like it explains a lot about how he feels about you in this.

★ He definitely called you sunshine long before you actually got together. It's because Daryl sees his life as a bad thunderstorm, but you're the ray of sunshine that breaks through the devastating downpour.

★ Of all the things he loves the most about you, his favourite physical thing about you is your thighs. Whether you guys are watching movies on the couch and are cuddling, whether you're with him when he's driving, whether you guys are doing more... not-so-family-friendly activities, it doesn't matter. He loves gripping them. It's his absolute favourite.

★ Despite that, however, he's definitely a boob guy. He just can't hold them when you're in public, so your thighs share first place with them.

★ He definitely is also enamoured with your smile. It just makes his day so much better whenever he sees it.

★ He wanted to drop out of high school, but you talked him out of it—it wasn't easy, and you promised him that you'd support him either way, but he decided to stick it out and graduate.

★ In the first part, I mentioned that you and your mom lived with your grandparents until you were six. I definitely headcannon that your grandparents didn't love you and were deeply disappointed in your mom—they are really conservative and couldn't come to terms with the fact that their daughter got pregnant at 18.

★ They were abusive to you. Whether it was physically or mentally, that I'll let y'all decide for future fics.

★ Despite that, you remained positive. That was over a decade ago and you had refused a long time ago to allow them to be an anchor around your neck.

★ You talked to Daryl about them a while after you officially got together.

★ You told them about what they did and that made Daryl realise why you were so patient and caring with him. You understood.

★ On a more lighthearted note, Daryl has an unhealthy obsession with playing little pranks on you.

★ He's usually a serious guy, but with you, he allows himself to let loose. He plays pretty innocent pranks on you, like swapping your toothpaste out for mayonnaise. Never anything that could hurt you.

★ You always returned the favour, though, and that started many prank wars between the two of you.

★ Daryl isn't a great dancer, but sometimes he'll pull you into his arms and just sway with you, with or without music.

★ You absolutely loved it, even if you didn't understand why he did it.

★ “D, not that I'm complaining, but what's this about?”

★ “Jus' 'cause.” He never revealed more than that.

★ He would never tell you this, put he loved wearing face masks with you.

★ He kind of loved the way his skin felt afterwards. However, he loved how giggly you would get whenever he put up a "fight" and then finally agree to it.

★ He would always agree to it, but he allowed you to think you convinced him to change his mind. He'd let you have that just to see your radiant smile and hear your radiant laugh.

★ He lives for forehead kisses. Whether it's him giving them or receiving them from you, he doesn't care. He just loves them.

★ You and Daryl had both walked in on your mom being all lovey dovey with a man and teased her endlessly for it.

★ She always teased you and Daryl, so it was only fair to repay the favour, you had told her once.

★ She knew it was all in good fun, though, so she didn't scold you for it.

★ Your mom and Daryl are close. Not in a gross way, but in a familial way. She sees Daryl as her son-in-law.

★ She worked a lot of nightshirts at the bar and more often than not walked in the next morning to find you and Daryl acting all romantic in the kitchen.

★ Has she accidentally walked in on you and Daryl having sex? She would never tell...

★ She has met Daryl's father, as stated in the previous part, and absolutely hated the guy for what he was doing to Daryl.

★ She may or may not have been the reason why he had a flat tyre once and was late to something.

★ She had grown to heavily dislike her parents for how they treated her when she got pregnant with you. She vowed to herself that if you were to get pregnant at that age, she would never make you feel like you were worthless. She may have been a kid having a kid, but she loved you dearly and couldn't imagine her life without you.

★ She knew she wasn't always the best mom, but she tried her best and hoped she was doing okay.

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Okay, so here's part two. I might make a part three?

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echthr0s · 7 months

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hey any o' y'all want this bit of smut well *tosses* woe, it be upon ye regardless

She has never been good at locking doors -- something about having grown up in tents and yurts, perhaps -- but most Eorzeans knocked at closed doors, so it has rarely been an issue. Rarely.

"We're down to the last bottle of arak and Lyse seems determined to empty it before sunrise, so I brought you--" Haurchefant is already talking as he walks through the cabin door and only Dayir's little oh! of surprise stops him. Frozen in place, she watches him take in the scene before him, his expression progressing smoothly from stunned to speculative to amused (yet still speculative).

Oh, what a sight she must appear! Knelt on the bed, robe loosely tied and slipping off one shoulder, the end of a cylindrical pillow peeking out from between her thighs. One hand on the mattress, stabilising her, the other shoved down beneath the robe at the point where groin met pillow. Her hair unfettered and tumbling, a fair amount of it tangled about her horns, her startled-doe eyes peeking out from between snow-white locks. For a moment, there is no sound but the creaking of the ship and the ceaseless roar of the sea.

"Oh-ho," Haurchefant murmurs after a beat, pleased as punch. "Did you leave that door open on purpose?"

"Most Eorzeans knock first," Dayir retorts haughtily, but the tremulous quality of her voice ruins her opportunity to take the high ground. Haurchefant doesn't miss it, and his cheeky grin spreads.

"Fortunately for me, I was raised by wolves," he says breezily as he perches in a nearby chair, the cup of arak he'd brought her still dangling from his fingers. "Thinking of me, perhaps?"

Dayir sighs ruefully, settling back on her haunches. "Would that I was." She taps the pillow between her legs. "But I saw this and thought of…" She winces. "Hauchefant, you have to promise not to judge me."

He laughs, but sobers some at the pleading expression on her face. "My love, you could tell me you were thinking of… of Nidhogg and I would still not judge you. You know this."

"Oh, that doesn't count. We are both too enamoured of our dear dragoon for that to be the strangest of concepts," Dayir replies pointedly, and they both laugh then, wickedly.

"It's only… I know he is terrible. He struck down our allies, our friends, without a thought! He would have done the same to me, I'm sure. But… something else happened, that awful day in Rhalgr's Reach. When he saw me. When we saw each other…"

"Oh, surely not, Dayir! Him?" Haurchefant's brows furrow, his eyes darting as he processes. "Surely not!"

"Oh, I'm sorry, Haurchefant, but you know me! You know me well! I can no more ignore this than I can… than I can cease breath!" The memory of locking eyes with the crown prince of Garlemald across a landscape dyed red with the blood of her allies and friends haunts her, but more than that, it stirs her. She had seen something, a glimmer of something, in that impassive gaze. And perhaps he had seen something in her, too, because he'd left. He'd flinched, imperceptibly, he'd sheathed his sword, and he'd departed as swiftly as he'd arrived. It'd seemed an utterly random choice to the others, but…

"Why did the pillow remind you of him?" Haurchefant's question snaps her back to the present, and then confuses her. He seemed to have recovered himself, and some of the old humour is glittering in his eyes again. "You think he's that big, then?"

This drops her jaw for a second, disarming her. "Gods, no-- No! But he is so formidable, and his… his thighs…"

"Ah, the great Primal-Queller, the hallowed Saviour of Ishgard, rutting against the leg of Garlemald's least finest like a drooling hound…"

"Haurchefant!"

"I jest, my love." Wickedness has suffused his expression entire, his gaze locked somewhere near the center of her. He licks his lips, leans forward. "And I have so rudely interrupted you. Please… continue."

The intensity of his gaze is warming her, quickening her. Haurchefant Greystone, avid worshipper of her body and its endless capacity for delight, who thinks nothing of diving deep into indulgence when it is offered to him, who is curious and ravenous and wholly without shame. They had been perfect for each other from the beginning, and here, now, she is again reminded of why.

"Give me that," she commands, gesturing to the cup almost-forgotten in his hand.

He approaches, leans close. She can scent the heat and hunger rising off him, the heady excitement of restraining himself. It makes her indescribably hot for him; her hips flex, her muscles loose and liquid as she undulates against the pillow. He tips her chin up and she obediently parts her lips. He pours the liquorice-flavoured spirit into her mouth, slowly, with practised ease -- giving her time to swallow, not spilling a drop. His breath is quick against her forehead and his free hand twitches towards his swelling groin, but he does not lose focus, not even when she begins to grind in earnest, her hand massaging her cocksheath in tight circles, the pressure of both her cockhead and cunt tight against the pillow making her dizzy with sensation.

The arak spent, he steps back, never taking his eyes off her, his cheeks bright with colour. She tries to watch him in return but her eyes keep rolling back, waves of liquid warmth radiating from her core so quickly now that she can barely remain upright. She leans forward, bracing against the mattress, her hips rolling, her hair tumbling. "Haurche… please. Please…"

She is so close she can hardly stand it, and here is Haurchefant, wicked Haurchefant, replying with such insouciant innocence, "Please, what?"

Dayir turns her face up to him, lips parted and slick with spit and spirits, and Haurchefant can keep up the ruse no longer. He lunges forward, shoves his hands into her hair and his tongue into her mouth, and groans in pleasure. Every time she's come for him, it's been like this, with his mouth tight against hers and his fingers pressing against that oh-so-sensitive spot under her horns, his deep-throated sounds spilling into her. Today is no different -- a muffled scream, her hand clawing desperately at him, catching in his shirt, tearing it, her body tensing like a lute string pulled too tight before collapsing in a progression of shudders that Haurchefant feels in every cell in his body.

"Good girl," he whispers raggedly against her cheek as she trembles in his embrace, almost sobbing in relief, "good girl."

"What if it does happen?" Dayir asks, later, as he is drawing her bath. "What if, against all odds, against everyone's wishes, Zenos yae Galvus… and I…"

Haurchefant rocks back on his heels next to the tub, trailing his fingers lazily in the water, and considers.

"I think there is something irreparably broken about that man. But I saw what Ysayle did for you. I see what you do for Estinien. My home is beginning to heal from a thousand years of agony and death because of you. Every day I am so grateful to wake up and see how you will once again completely upend everything I know about life.

"I imagine no one else has ever and will ever regard Zenos the way you do -- as someone you could love. And that is what makes you singular. That is what makes you powerful. That is what makes you the saviour of our star. So… we shall see what we shall see. For now… a bath, a drink, and us. Together. Against all odds."

#this and two others have just been sittin in my obsidian vault growin mushrooms and shit #i was doin a challenge thing but then i lost interest so i just got the three done #and then i was like ''well that's just three big fat nothings bc i didn't do The Whole Thing'' so i just left them in there lol #you know how it is.#ffxiv #dayir.haurchefant #webspinning

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gohoubi · 1 year

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F and R for the fanfic asks!

F: Share a snippet from one of your favourite dialogue scenes you’ve written and explain why you’re proud of it.

Omg this question actually befuddled me! I don't generally think of dialogue as all that important - I'm more of a exposition/description person and would probably happily do a silent fic lmao. Anyway I really had to think about which dialogue scene I was proud of, but I eventually settled on this bit from my somewhat-recent Sharpe fic lucky:

“Nothing, Pat, I’m just remembering. You know, when you gave it to me.” Richard puts the sword back, hastily wiping his face. “Why’d you do it?”

“Because I wanted to, so I did,” Pat says quizzically. “Wasn’t anyone forcing me into it.”

Richard rolls his eyes good-naturedly. “Christ, Pat, of course I know that, but…why?”

“Because…” A small sigh. “You were so sick, Richard, I thought you would die. Every morning I’d wake up and wonder whether I’d find you dead in your sleep, or…” Pat’s voice breaks on the last word, and he breathes for a minute before continuing. “It was a distraction. And an officer needs his sword, so he does, and you’d lost yours, remember?” Richard does remember that, if dimly. Even knowing Pat thought of that is almost too much. “I thought it’d make you happy. When the fever went and you weren’t so bloody delirious.” Pat’s hand comes up to stroke Richard’s hair. “Only ever wanted to make you happy, mo ghrá. That’s all.”

Oops it's long Anyway I just like it because it's soft and I feel like I sort of nailed the characterisation here? I'd just read Sharpe's Sword and the idea of Pat making Richard a sword was 🥺

R: Are there any writers (fanfic or otherwise) you consider an influence?

You're really sending me the curveballs today! Honestly I can't really imagine who influenced me...I was pretty early on the scene to Snowpiercer and frankly I'm always worried I'm going to accidentally plagiarise so I don't tend to ***copy*** other authors' styles so much. I will say that I wouldn't have started out in Sharpe if I wasn't so enamoured with the quality of the writing lol (iirc @dorsetgirl1 @roqueamadi and y'all, jaime were the most active writers and like...I was going to be influenced by y'all when I was just starting out) but other than that...I can't really think of anyone who's influenced me!

#thanks so much for the ask! <3 #ask

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subtext-bycalvinklein · 3 years

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Soooo... I have realised no one mentioned this tibdit of information and I feel it's Very Important for the sake of fanfic, so I'm here to bring y'all what a few hours of very focused research after ep 9 of the gifted graduation dropped brought me.

And there's no better place to post this than my tinhatting corner, isn't there?

So. I know we've all read about That Song. We've all read the translation and it's been life changing to see the way the whole scene is shot like a romcom, and how well the song fits the theme of the scene, but my tinhatting brain couldn't stop there. I had to notice that both Pang and Wave sing some parts of the song. Wave does it in the beginning, before Pang comes in, and Pang does so once he's sitting with the earbud on. And, right there and then, the urge to know which part of the song they were singing about came to me. I was especially interested in knowing what Pang was singing, because he's just singing it under his breath, and he does this weird thingy where he's singing the last word, looks at Wave, and then smiles this small smile as he looks away. Which is already... Como se dice,,, pretty romcom-y of them, and I have questions to Nanon about his soft heart eyes and to the screenwriters about their stage directions, but like... It's chill. It's cool.

It gets progressively less cool as one goes to read the parts they were singing.

Let's start with explaining the instruments I used (and, while we're here, let's thank Vale who helped me find all this stuff, she's an angel), bc as a firm believer of science I need to explain my method in case anyone wants to repeat my mistakes: first of all, this is the lyrics sheet I've used for translation. I've put it in this app, which is super useful in that it gives you the translation for every single word and their transliteration, which is extremely important for those of us (me) who don't understand Thai alphabet. To make sure I was using the right lyrics, I've used this version of the song to follow along to, and then, once I was confident I put on the right lyrics, I started to follow along with the episode. And it was... An interesting experience, to say the least.

So. What were they singing, and why do I feel like it's so relevant I had to make a post about it?

Let's start with Wave.

First, he sings this line:

The translation of the sentence is a bit messy, but it corresponds to "there may be times where we meet someone new". That's... Honestly kinda irrelevant to the whole Pangwave business because, well. There's no new people involved? But after that, it kinda gets interesting.

Then, he sings:

The translation for this one according to Google translate should be "but we still have our hearts not afraid" which... Doesn't make much sense to me unless we translate it as "but we still have (keep) each others' heart, don't be afraid" (or maybe "but our hearts are still not afraid", but that seems like too much of a stretch to me), but I'm not sure if I'm just misconstruing stuff, so please feel free to correct me. Now THIS sounds like a sentiment Wave, the guy who's listening to a love song after a fight with his "friend" while drinking his absent friend tea, could relate to.

The final part we hear Wave sing along to is this one:

(Note: I've crossed out the part that Wave doesn't sing because it was part of that same verse)

This one is the trickiest to translate, as Wave gets interrupted mid-phrase, but it's basically the bridge of the song. According to Google translate, we should translate it as: "What I want is keep us always watching / if we accidentally forget-". I guess it could be "what I want is for us to keep being careful [with our hearts] / if we accidentally forget to [...]"

So, all in all it's pretty clear it's a song about two lovers who are momentarily separated, but despite that, still enamoured with each other. Pretty fitting for Pangwave's situation, right? But what really, truly, absolutely made me lose sleep it's not the fact that Wave chose this song, or which parts he chose to sing of it, but what Pang sings. Did I have an inkling before researching the exact line he sings, that it would devastate me? Yes. But did I know how much? Absolutely not.

Here, this is the line Pang sings under his breath:

Once again, Google translate tells us this means "always take care and keep your heart", which is more of less something romcom-y but not romcom-y enough to make me go as feral as I actually went. You want to know what made me actually want to ask a few questions to anyone involved with the scene? It's the fact that the one word Pang murmurs under his breath while looking at Wave, the one word he sings, and then SMILES AND LOOKS AWAY FROM WAVE? it's. This one.

I urge you to look for it yourselves if you don't believe me, but I can assure you I've watched it enough times to be very sure, and I'm still asking myself how is it possible that Pang sings a word which means "heart", "sweetheart" and "beloved one" while looking at Wave and then. He looks away. Like. I just wanna know what was the idea behind this whole scene, because to me it just looks like Pang accidentally on purpose called Wave sweetheart and then realised and got nervous about it.

So, yeah. That's all, and if y'all needed an excuse to make Pang use pet names for Wave in fics, here it is: it's basically canon.

#pangwave #tgg #the gifted graduation #pang #wave #i just wanna ask what was nanon's process while he was acting this scene because i don't understand in what universe you can think #oh yea I'm just gonna sing this word that is also a petname to the character bff's face #but it's all extremely platonic!#i rlly need to know if it was him who decided to do that or if it was a stage direction

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