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Don't Make It Weird
A Vincent & Porter fic!
Don't Make It Weird
Vincent froze, staring at the scene ahead of him.
Blood and violence perfumed the air. Vincent might not even have stopped if he hadn’t sensed a familiar core in the mix. It was almost smothered under the other two. They were old blood, closer to the source, closer to something like William, but they weren’t quite that close to the original. Their cores were strong, but not that strong.
“Porter…”
He grunted in reply, the sound wheezing out of him when the vampire over him pressed their boot down harder against his chest, cracking things inside of him. Still, he rolled his head to the side to look at Vincent in response to his call.
“Is this…” He curled his lip. He had heard that Porter had…proclivities? Although what he had heard was mild compared to this scene.
Porter winced and tried to shove the leg off his chest, he managed it, ribs snapping and back scraping against the pavement to squirm out from under, but he couldn’t get to his feet even with vampiric speed before the second was on him. They grabbed his hair and twisted his head back, fingers at his throat and their weight against his back keeping him on his knees.
Vincent shook his head, closing in and snarling. No. Whatever the fuck this was, No. “Get your hands off of him.”
The one that had previously had him under their boot slid into the space between Porter and Vincent, baring bloody teeth in a mock smile. His jacket was ripped and his own blood spilled from a fight. Porter hadn’t gone down easily. He wouldn’t, if this wasn’t a game.
“This isn’t about you, Solaire,” the vampire in his way pressed out the words, breathy with excitement… or maybe with frustration. “This traitor owes a debt…”
Vincent glared back at the stranger. “If you know who I am… Then you know he’s ours.” Vincent took another step forward, right into the other vampire’s space. “So, get your hands off of him…or lose your hands.”
Porter gargled something that sounded like a choked laugh.
Vincent leaned to the side to look around the vampire and down at Porter. He still had a hand digging into his throat, ribs snapping back into place under a bloody shirt. But he was definitely snickering. “Don’t start…”
Porter’s bloodshot eyes rolled up to look back at Vincent, his smile twitched but he nodded once in a vague apology. He could save all smart-ass responses and critiques until they got home, couldn’t he? Leave it to Porter to want to give him notes on how to threaten people while being rescued…
How often was Porter ever rescued? It was weird to see him in this position and Vincent couldn’t help but remember the times when Porter remarked on Vincent’s luck being made by William—being stronger at birth than other vampires could ever dream of becoming with age.
Another rib healed and Porter jerked, trying to get up and out of that grip. The vampire behind him hissed, kicking to break his leg and squeezed his throat tight enough to choke out any sounds of pain, hard enough to stop any sounds at all.
It was the silence that broke any hesitation in Vincent. How many times had he wished Porter would shut up? How many times had he wished he’d die? But Porter was never silent and Vincent had never really wanted him dead…or at least, not by someone else’s hand. Not like this. Who the fuck were they to kill a Solaire?
He moved faster than them, striking hard enough to break and throwing them one after the other against the nearest wall.
Porter didn’t inhale but he tried to, one hand going to his crushed throat and body tipping forward.
Vincent was on his knees in front of him, somehow making it look more like Porter was just leaning against him than that he was holding him. They did not hold each other. They didn’t even touch unless it was to push or hit. Porter jerked and twitched, trying to breathe and getting nothing.
“Hang on. It’ll heal. Hang on,” Vincent said quietly, just between them, eyeing the other two vampires twisted on the ground. They were still alive, but it would take a while to heal all of that. “I can carry you out of here—”
Porter bared teeth even though he was still suffocating, one hand grabbing hard at Vincent’s arm.
Vincent smirked, suddenly loving the idea of carrying Porter. “Your leg is crushed… I’m not going to sit here all night while that mess heals…”
Porter dragged a raw breath when he could. It sounded painful and his whole body shuddered.
Vincent waited, one arm curling against his back, not quite rubbing but there.
“D-Don’t you fucking dare…” Porter wheezed against his shoulder.
That familiar petty tone was comforting. “Do you want to go firefighter or bridal?”
Porter’s air was still coming in tight and ragged. “Firefighter,” he grumbled.
“Bridal it is,” Vincent moved fast, on his feet with Porter in his arms.
“You childish fuck,” Porter ground out, rubbing his own throat with a bloody hand.
Vincent started walking. “Now who’s the spoiled brat?”
Porter sulked and then finally sighed. “Thanks.”
“…Don’t make it weird.”
“You’re the one that picked me up like this. You already made it weird.”
“I’ll drop you.”
“Do it!”
#redacted solaire clan#vincent & porter#tw: violence#redactedverse#redacted asmr#<3#dominimoonbeam#vincent solaire#porter solaire#doMINIfic
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People are always talking about the “kenmafication” of the Angel devil but what we REALLY need to talk about is something I like to call the “dominification” or “yaoification” of Aki
this of course just pertains to mischaracterization of both him and his relationship with Angel, making Aki seem like some big strong sex god that needs to protect his little uwu boyfriend, when really in canon it’s quite the opposite and here’s why:
AKI HAYAKAWA IS A LOSER
and I mean that with respect, he’s not some super dominant guy who bangs a new girl every Saturday. He’s a pathetic depressed cat in the rain who gets told by almost everyone in the story that he should quit his job and that he’s stupid. Yes, there are times where he’s protective over Angel in the story, but it’s not in some dom/sub “Angel can’t protect himself 🥺” kind of way.
Aki was not made for horny people with severe daddy issues, he was made for people who like pathetic men. People are always out here talking about how they want him to rail them, Angel would’ve eaten him alive bro he wouldn’t do shit to you
#chainsaw man#aki hayawaka#akiangel#and before someone brings up the scene in the trailer#its not supposed to be canon it’s Himeno’s fantasy#rants and musings
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"What do I eat?" Nimim asked the trees, but they never spoke a word.
"What do I eat?" Nimim asked the ferns, but they only paid heed to the breeze.
"What do I eat?" Nimim asked the ground, and he got an answer.
"How about a berry," it said. Out popped a chipmunk from his burrow hidden in the grass. In furry paws he held a blueberry. "What a curious little creature you are," the chipmunk said, and gave Nimim the berry.
Nimim in the Faerie Forest - by Dominifer
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I was tagged by @hella-vanilla-swirl
Rules: answer the questions and tag 9 people
I tag @dominifer @zeldafan244 @hale-hamasaki-blog @yoichi-masaki-reblog @megasilverstars
And anyone else who wants to (I don't really have anyone else)
Colors I am currently wearing:
Blue, Gray, and Black
Last band T-shirt I bought:
I don't have any (Unless Vocaloid shirts count, but they aren't a band so... Probably not)
Last band I saw live:
I've never been to a real concert
Last song I listened to:
The Other Day by Insan3Lik3
Last movie I watched:
Paddington 2
Last three shows I watched:
How It's Made, Spongebob, and..... I honestly don't remember
Book I’m currently reading:
The Great Gatsby by F. Scott Fitzgerald (For school..... I don't really read for fun anymore)
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Ok but I saw all those prompts and I imagined Sam saying “you think you can run that pretty mouths of yours all you want.” And I died
DOLLS! Thanks for the ask and what a great one it is too! I did a sweet flirty snippet for it. Pre-relationship with a different take on the beginning...
Hope you enjoy it! And Happy New Year! <3
DarlinxSam
tags: flirting, drinking, reference to child abuse because this is Darlin and even the fluff is a little dark..., first kiss, slight AU
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“You think you can run that pretty mouth of yours all you want?”
Darlin almost spit their beer when he said it. The words rolled smooth off his tongue, his mouth curved to one side in a sly smile.
They’d been hanging out for months. They were…friends.
Darlin had been giving him shit about his shirts. Did he really have a flannel in every color? Did he order them in bulk or did he make yearly trips up north to buy them? Did he ever chop wood? Did he have suspenders?
They’d expected a laugh, maybe a friendly “fuck you,” or a board eyeroll. They hadn’t expected the words that came, or the way he was looking at them, or the way that smirk made their insides twist up. Darlin swallowed the sip of beer in their mouth, the cold bottle still in hand, one boot hooked into the footrest of their barstool. They smiled, hoping he didn’t see the surprise in their eyes or hear the slam of their pulse. He did though, they knew he had because his smile grew and his gaze flicked to their throat and then back to their face.
“Yeah. I do,” Darlin said, trying to sound cocky, even though their mind kept repeating those words. Pretty mouth. Pretty mouth. Pretty mouth? They ran their tongue along the inside of their lip, against that knot of scar tissue where it always busted in the same spot. They couldn’t remember the first time it busted. Maybe a sidewalk? Maybe a handlebar? Maybe a parent.
Pretty mouth.
No one had ever called any part of Darlin pretty. Unless it was pretty nasty, pretty fucked-up, or pretty dumb.
“What are you going to do about it?” Darlin pressed, half-hoping to drive the conversation away from this and half-hoping to dig deeper.
Sam leaned in closer and Darlin held their breath. His hand slid over their thigh, gripping like he needed the leverage for this angle—for this nearness. He was looking at them so closely, like maybe he could read their soul in their eyes. For a split second, Darlin was terrified that maybe he could. But then they forgot to be terrified because his breath brushed their lips. Close. So close. All they had to do was lean in and close that gap. They could kiss Sam Collins. Sam Collins might kiss them.
He grinned and leaned back. They didn’t even realize that he’d taken their beer right from their hand until they were watching him tip it to his lips and take a drink.
Darlin exhaled, smiling. They shivered when they watched him swallow. “Tease…”
His gaze flicked back to them, the bottle thumped against the bar, he leaned in and kissed them.
Darlin had never been kissed so softly before.
A kiss had never made their heart ache before.
When it broke, his face still close to theirs, they realized they’d never been kissed before. Not really. Not right. Not by Sam.
He smiled. “You go on and run that pretty mouth of yours all you want, Darlin.”
#darlin/sam#slight au#flirty snippet#pre relationship#first kiss#doMINIfic#fanfic#redacted asmr#redactedverse#dominimoonbeam
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“If you complain that it’s hot one more time, I’m going to give you a reason to sweat.” for sam and darlin' please??? thank you and have a nice dayyyy!!! ♥️♥️♥️
ZO!!!!!
Thank you for the ask! You are wonderful! I hope you have a lovely time zone and that you enjoy this flirty piece!
Darlin/Sam
tags: flirty as hell, suggestive?, i don't know how to tag things that aren't fucking and violence.
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Darlin whined, loudly and pathetically with the sole purpose that he should hear them.
Sam laughed. “Knock it off.”
“It’s like 110. At night! We’re going to die.”
He snorted. “It’s not that hot.”
“You don’t know!” Darlin flopped back on the deck. It was the first time Sam had seen them outside without a jacket or a hoodie. They were wearing one of his tank tops, moonlight on their skin. “Turn me so I won’t have to suffer anymore!”
Sam felt a jolt at that particular joke. It was a joke and he knew it, but it struck a certain chord. He pushed it aside and came closer to stand over them. It really wasn’t all that bad out. They were definitely hamming it up. But it was supposed to cool down tomorrow and be mild the rest of their stay at the cabin. “If you complain that it’s hot one more time, I’m going to give you a reason to sweat.”
Darlin’s eyelid opened and they stared up at him. Their pulse came faster. He heard it and felt it. He loved being this far from the city, because though he was always honed into his wolf, he could hear everything so clearly now. There was no background noise, no clatter or honking or endless sea of voices and pulses. There was Darlin and the woods and somewhere through the trees, a river and a lake. “How…How exactly would you do that?” they asked curiously, trying to keep their voice even and unaffected but it was too late for that.
Sam smiled down at them. “I have a few ideas…”
“Do you now…”
He hummed in the affirmative.
Darlin didn’t break eye contact. “It’s really fucking hot out here, Sam.”
He bit back a grin. They were such an absolutely shit starter. He wasn’t even sure they could help themself. If someone told them not to do something it was almost a sure thing that they would. But this… this was something more. Oh, he was definitely going to make them sweat tonight. He was thinking they’d start up there, outside in the moonlight in that little clearing by the cabin. He’d been thinking about it for a while, actually. And then he’d carry them down to the lake and let them cool off before seeing if he could make them hot even in that cold water.
But first…
He stepped back and Darlin raised a questioning eyebrow.
He turned and felt them watching him when he walked into the cabin. They were sitting up when he came back out. Their gaze flicked to the ax in his hand.
“What the fuck…”
Sam bit back a smirk, walking off the porch and to the old stump near the clearing and the pile of logs there.
Darlin turned, legs off the porch now. “No fucking way!” they shouted. “You’re joking. This is a prop, right? I’m into it.”
He raised an eyebrow, glancing back at them before picking up a log and putting it on the stump.
Darlin’s pulse was in his throat. They had made so many jokes about chopping wood over the last year. He took a stance, lifted the ax, and brought it down with a clean thwack. The log fell away in two pieces.
Darlin was on their feet, staring at him like he’d just pulled a star out of the sky.
#flirty fic#it's absolutely because of the wood chopping tiktok people#darlin/sam#redacted asmr#redactedverse#fanfic#doMINIfic#<3#dominimoonbeam
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DOMINI, THOSE PROMPTS. i don't know if you're accepting requests, BUT: “If you complain that it’s hot one more time, I’m going to give you a reason to sweat.” DAVID AND ANGEL ENERGY OKAY
EJ, my beloved!!! Thank you so much for the ask and for a David/Angel!!
tags: flirty, a little more than flirty, HANDSY!, like everything I write it's not for kids, domestic bliss
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Angel hovered in the kitchen and David frowned, crossing his arms when they poked a spoon at his curry again and then tentatively held it to their lips.
They smacked their lips a few time, face pinched.
“If you complain that it’s hot one more time, I’m going to give you a reason to sweat,” he warned, voice low.
Angel looked up at him through their lashes, the spoon still held up close to their mouth. “It’s just a little on the spicy side…” they quipped.
David growled. “It’s supposed to be.”
Angel licked the spoon, no careful tiny taste this time, and then waved it at him. “You might have overdone it.”
They were having Asher and Babe over for dinner tonight. Angel was dressed up, hair uncharacteristically perfect, the dining table set and the living room clean. They’d really gotten into hosting ever since moving into the new house. David liked it. It felt good, like they were a team and this was permanent. It was permanent. It was them.
David turned toward them, one step forward.
Angel took a step back, flipping the spoon and licking the other side. He took another step closer and their back bumped the counter. “Not everyone likes spicy, Davey.”
He leaned his hips forward, into them, pinning them there. Their eyes widened and he could tell instantly that they’d forgotten the spoon they were holding. He put his hands to the counter on either side of them and leaned in. God, he loved the way their breath caught and their eyes fixed on his mouth. “But you do, Angel.”
They swallowed.
He leaned in closer. “Is it really too spicy?” he asked, like he didn’t know it was perfect.
“I—” Angel started.
David kissed them, opening their mouth with his and sliding his tongue in deep.
Angel dropped the spoon and it clattered on the kitchen floor, their hands suddenly on him, groping at his sides through his shirt. He gripped the back of their neck, fingers in their hair. His other hand found their hip. They rolled against his body and he groaned. His hand slid lower, between their thighs, rubbing them through their jeans.
Angel gasped against his kiss, endangering the seams of his shirt.
And then the doorbell rang.
David grinned.
Angel panted, blinking back to reality and staring up at him with dawning understanding. He’d heard the car coming. He’d known exactly how far this was going to go.
David leaned back, thumbing the corner of his mouth as if chasing their kiss.
“You son of a bitch…” Angel exhaled, pushing at his chest once and laughing. Their hands shook when they tried to put themselves back together while stumbled toward the door.
David went back to the stove. “Told you I’d make you sweat, Angel.”
#david/angel#redacted davey/angel#handsy#flirty fics#doMINIfic#we're being domestic and cute as shit today#redacted asmr#redactedverse#fanfic#<3#dominimoonbeam
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a challenge. a three in one if you will; maybe a lil “*purely staring at (muse name)’s lips*” and “My keys are in my pocket. Can you get them for me?” AND “I just wanna grab your bu–hand. Grab your hand.” for the good old asher and babe? 🤭
Thank you so much for the ask, Tea!! I hope you like how it turned out! <3 <3 <3
Asher/Babe
tags: flirting, early relationship
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They’d been dating for a few months. Sometimes Asher thought he’d burst and just tell Babe everything about the supernatural world in one breath—covert be damned. But other times he almost forgot the rest of the world entirely. When he was with Babe, there was nothing else.
They smiled and he tracked the curve of their mouth until their lips parted, flashing teeth in that grin. It sent tremors through his body. Those lips.
“Ash!”
He tore his gaze from their mouth, realizing only then that he’d been staring.
Babe was still laughing, a blush creeping high on their cheeks.
Asher smiled. “Sorry.” He caught the elevator door with his shoe before it could close again, holding it while Babe stepped off with the box in their arms. Asher followed, a bag over his shoulder and a box on his hip. When Babe had asked him if he’d help them move, they’d said it like it was a huge ask—like he wouldn’t want to and they would totally understand—like they were only asking because they were looking at having to do it all on their own.
Asher had jumped on the chance to help. Babe didn’t need help often and they hesitated to ask when they did. They thought they should be able to do everything on their own. So it felt huge that they’d asked, not to mention it meant that he got to be a part of setting up their new place.
“Dork…” Babe muttered, still smiling and blushing when they walked down the hall.
Asher smiled at their back. Head over heels.
His gaze wandered lower, until he was definitely watching their ass in those jeans.
“What are you thinking?” Babe asked over their shoulder, like they could hear him thinking.
Asher started to answer before thinking. “I just wanna grab your bu—hand. Grab your hand.”
Babe glanced back at him, smirking. “Smooth.”
He grinned and shrugged. “What can I say. I’m a natural Casanova.”
Babe laughed, stopping when they reached the door to their knew place. They paused, obviously trying to figure out how to get the door open without putting down the box in their hands. They glanced back at him again, hesitating for a second before he caught the mischief on their face and stepped closer, a thrill in his chest.
“My keys are in my pocket. Can you get them for me?”
Asher stared and then slowly slid his gaze back down them. No jacket.
“Front pocket…”
Asher almost dropped everything he was carrying, but he didn’t. He didn’t need to. He took another step closer, almost flush against their back. He slid his hand over their side and down, fingers dipping into their pocket and sliding deeper. Babe leaned back that inch between them, their back to his chest for a second. He sighed, kissing their temple before pulling the keys free.
“Thanks,” Babe whispered, still smiling.
Head over heels.
#flirty snippet#early relationship#doMINIfic#redacted asmr#redactedverse#fanfic#<3#asher/babe#fluffy
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*kicks down door*
D O M I N I
Please I am at work are you are making me act up while I’m on my break I beg of you
*slams prompts down onto the table*
“Can you help me with my tie?” / “Can you zip up my dress for me?” (Maybe even just to fix a dress shirt collar for a fancy event? Or even afterwards?) and “You have really nice fingers…”
With Sam and Darlin maybe post fancy event and Sam flustering the ever loving shit out of Darlin, fixing/straightening out part of their outfit or something, both of them maybe a little hot under the collar *finger guns*.
T A Y
Thank you for the lovely ask! I hope you like how it turned out. <3 <3 <3
Darlin/Sam
tags: suggestive, flirty, drunk
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“I can’t wait to get back to the house…” Darlin mumbled.
Sam bit back a laugh. “We’re sleeping at the hotel, remember?”
Darlin groaned dramatically.
It was almost dawn. The ball had gone late and Darlin was well past tipsy and into drunk. They’d been amazing though, putting up with even the strangest of the guests.
They leaned back into the corner of the elevator, their hair a mess and their eyelids drooping. “Fucking put me to bed already.”
Sam laughed. The elevator stopped and the shiny doors slid open. He scooped Darlin up before they realized it was time to move, lifting them over his shoulder and walking out into the hall.
Darlin clung to the back of his jacket, slow to react. “What the fuck?”
He squeezed the back of their thigh. “Just doing what you told me.” The floor was quiet, the rooms soundproofed and huge. The entire hotel had been remodeled decades ago for these events. The windows were all coated to block out UV light and heavy curtains drawn well before sundown. The party in the ballroom could go on all day. He was happy to leave it. They had gone to show their support for their clan. Darlin had been quite the curiosity. Sam had been ready to get them out of that crowd if it became too much, but Darlin had just shrugged off the attention and downed more shots.
He didn’t have to scan a keycard to get into his room. It wasn’t locked. He walked in and kicked the doors shut before putting Darlin on their feet again. He locked the door from the inside. It was habit more than anything. Everyone staying at the hotel this weekend could easily knocked the doors off their hinges. Darlin flung off their tailored jacket and sloppily toed off their boots. They’d agreed to dress up but only so far—they still wore their favorite boots. Sam had liked that.
They pulled at their tie. “Help me.”
Sam smiled, shrugging out of his own jacket and tossing it over a chair. He stood in front of them, gently tugging their tie loose. It was cute. When they’d been deciding what to wear to this thing, Darlin had thought it would be fun if they matched. Same styles, inverted colors. A pair. Darlin sighed when he pulled the tie free and started on the buttons of their shirt. Their eyes were half closed, but watching his hands. “You have really nice fingers…” they said, a little more sly than sleepy now.
“Do I, now?” Sam finished unbuttoning their shirt and slowly, gently, slid it off their shoulders and down their arms. He draped it over his jacket on the chair.
Darlin reached up and undid Sam’s tie. They weren’t as deft at it as he was but they got there. He watched them unbutton his shirt, their body close to his, hips bumping like gravity. They pushed it off his shoulders, touching his arms. “Hotel’s not so bad…” Darlin considered. He sighed when they touched his sides, dragging fingers around to his stomach and then down until they were hooking into the front of his slacks. They started taking steps back, toward the bed, tugging him along with them.
Sam watched them every step. “I thought you wanted to sleep, Darlin.”
Darlin smiled. “I said I wanted you to put me to bed.”
“Oh.” He smiled, hands roaming their sides. He pushed a step forward in time to tip them onto the bed, landing in a tangle of limbs. “Whatever you want,” he practically purred against their neck.
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Gaze
Vincent/Lovely mini fic.
I’ve always thought there had to be a lot of healing after the Adam audios and had some asks for fics about that. <3
tags: mentions of assault, scars, angst, dealing with trauma.
Gaze
They hadn’t held his gaze in weeks. He noticed. How could he not notice? But how could he not understand too? They’d been tranced by Adam that whole time he had them.
Adam would heal them enough to feed again, enough to keep them alive. They had a scar on their lip, one of the ones that had been too old to heal completely, cut and cut over and over in the days they were missing.
Days. Just two. Two days.
Vincent did not stare at it or ask about it. He had seen them before Sam healed them. Their mouth had been cut up from Adam’s teeth, razor slices from biting kisses.
They’d tried to go home after everything that happened. Vincent had tried to take them back to their home. And they’d tried so hard to be brave about it, to thank him and send him on his way with that smile that never reached their eyes. But their pounding heart screamed panic, their breaths tight and shallow. They didn’t want to go back inside, to a place that was supposed to be safe but hadn’t been.
And he didn’t want to leave them. Not ever.
He kept the desperation out of his voice when he asked if they wanted to come back to his place—if they wanted to stay for a while.
A while had become permanent and Vincent was breathlessly grateful, but there were still things they didn’t talk about and he missed their gaze locked with his.
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Yeah, Imma have to jump onto that prompt list, but I’m gonna go a bit out of my usual lane since you’ve already gifted us with plenty of Sam/Darlin 😈 I love that your version of Darlin always has that scar on their lip that they bite at when they’re nervous or anxious, sooo…… how about some David/Darlin done to the tune of “Hey, stop biting your lip…” as David is being driven insane at the sight of them biting at said scar? X3 😘
Char.... sometimes it's like you see right into me. I do love giving Darlin the same scars in different AUs and in particular that lip scar. Thank you so much for this ask! <3 <3 <3 Hope you like how it turned out!
Darlin/David
tags: AU, early relationship, past abuse because Darlin, otherwise sweet as hell.
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David glanced to the side at Darlin.
The living room was dark but for the glow of the tv. They were watching some horror movie, more thriller than slasher, and Darlin had stopped joking about ten minutes in and been glued to the screen since.
They were in the corner of the couch, where they always sat. Tonight they had one leg tucked under them and the other thrown over David’s lap. They’d been dating for a couple of months. They’d been more than friends for the last year but it took time before Darlin could get their thick head around the idea of an actual relationship. David had known that though. They hadn’t exactly had a lot of good examples or experiences in relationships. He’d been fine wading slowly into this with them. They were worth that.
Darlin jumped at one of the scares in the movie and then swore under their breath.
David smiled.
Darlin chewed their lip. Their teeth always seemed to find that same scar, worrying at it.
He remembered the first time he saw that lip busted. They’d been kids. It had been years before he realized they hadn’t really fallen off their bike. Now, that lip broke easier than normal—always splitting open like the scar wanted to bleed. Like bleeding might finally heal it. He could remember at least a dozen times off hand. Some of them had been Darlin grinning at him with blood on their teeth, sometimes with rain in their face, other times they’d just been so tired and worn down by life they’d barely noticed it oozing down their chin.
The night they’d first gotten together in any way that was definitely more than friends, they’d come back to his place after a rough job. He’d had a black eye and they’d had that damn busted lip again. They’d sat on the couch, Darlin holding a back of frozen blueberries in a washcloth to his face while he dabbed gently at their mouth. They’d showered together, something they’d done before, but it was different this time. They’d cleaned each other up, stealing glances. They’d worn his clothes and gotten into his bed and been there ever since.
“Hey,” David said. Their eyes snapped up to his, leaving the screen for a second. “Stop biting your lip…”
Darlin opened their mouth just long enough to say, “I’m not.”
He couldn’t tell if they honestly didn’t know they were or if they were just being a shit. Either way, they shrugged and went back to watching the movie. After less than a minute, they had their teeth gnawing at that skin again.
David leaned in. Their attention broke from the screen, their eyes on his with that patient question of, “what?” wordlessly hanging between them. There was so much trust in that gaze—in this person. The tv glow flickered against the side of their face.
He kissed them, sucking their bottom lip from between their teeth and licking it, as if he could heal that scar. He’d spend his whole life trying to.
#darlin/david#fluff with a bit of backstory angst bc DARLIN#god i love this pairing#doMINIfic#redacted asmr#redactedverse#fanfic#<3#flirty prompt
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Nimim, he was called. While it is a language unheard to little boys and girls, it is a word which the woods and the creatures that dwell within it know very well. His name simply meant... gone.
Nimim in the Faerie Forest - by Dominifer
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He wobbled around on six legs and a beating heart, tiny wings a flutter and floppy ears that dragged on the dirt. Where was he going? He didn't have the slightest clue.
Nimim in the Faerie Forest - by Dominifer
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Rainy Midmorning - Digital
Welcome! I go by a few names seen across different sites. Here, I am called Dominifer, but you may also come across art signed with my other name, Thistle Riddle. I am open to any questions you have about my art/style/etc if you ever want to ask.
Any artists out there who have any advice or critique may feel free to comment. Enjoy!
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"Where did I come from," little Nimim thought. "What should I do?"
He crossed the fern bridges, hopped over lily pads, and trekked atop mountainous tree roots. He walked and walked and walked until his little belly growled and he let out a small cry.
Nimim in the Faerie Forest - by Dominifer
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