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bugfam · 1 year

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week 1: diagnosis

(for @type1diabetesinfandom’s prompt fest!)

POSTING WITH A MINUTE TO SPARE! for my reach for the stars au. tak gets diagnosed with diabetes. i’ll post it on ao3 in a bit with proper description and tags!

this is part of a crossover au involving yagami takayuki, aka tak, who’s the diabetic one in this fic, and ex from puyo puyo! they’re both teens. it’s an au where tak joins ex’s crew on the ss tetra.

read under the cut! will be posted to ao3 soon :]

“So, where to next?” Ex asks, standing at the steering wheel of his Starship Tetra. “Anyplace look interesting to you right now?”

Tak stands at the navigator, looking at the nearby star systems on the map. “We’re close to the Libra system,” they say. “You know, there’s this thing people from Earth do where they… okay, so you know how these twelve constellations are closest to Earth?” They zoom out, allowing Ex to peek over at the ring of constellations on the map. “And how they’re kind of in a ring around it? As Earth orbits our star, we pass by each of those constellations, so theoretically, we can see them at different parts of the year from Earth. And at some point, Earthlings decided that whatever star system that was visible when they were born had some like, influence on who they are as a person. Like personality traits and stuff. And I, supposedly, was born during the period associated with Libra. So I wanna see if the personality traits thing tracks.”

Ex looks at them like they have two heads, which is fair. If someone told them that their personality was determined by being able to see Tokyo when they were born, they’d think it’s weird, too.

It’s been a year since Tak became Ex’s first (and so far, only) crewmate, leaving Earth behind to travel the stars alongside him. It’s incredibly rare for humans to leave Earth, considering how far away it is from all the other inhabited planets in the universe, but Tak is very lucky that Ex decided it would be fun to check the planet out. There’s still a lot they’re learning about each other’s homes and experiences, though. Some things that are still, decidedly, super weird.

Tak wouldn’t trade it for the world. They’re happy out here, seeing and exploring and experiencing things beyond their wildest dreams. Not only that, but they’re doing it alongside their favorite person in the entire universe.

Besides, the look on Ex’s face any time they describe stuff like that? Priceless.

“…Right,” Ex mumbles, obviously deciding that he doesn’t want to ask. “Well, we can definitely check it out! My mom’s from there, actually.”

“Cool,” they say, zooming back in to look at the planets inside the Libra System, checking the coordinates of the different planets. “Which planet should we check out?”

They’re still pretty young, exploring the stuff that seems cool. They do whatever they want. They don’t have any adults to tell them what to do; their lives are entirely in their own hands. A pretty awesome life, if you ask them.

Never any problems whatsoever, right?

—

Tak has never been this thirsty in their entire life. They wake up one morning feeling like any moisture in their body had been sucked out of them in their sleep, and every day after that is the same — if they’re not drinking water, they’re super damn thirsty.

“Geez, dude,” Ex says, brows tilted concernedly. “That’s, like, not normal, is it?“

Tak just shrugs. “I dunno what I’m supposed to do about it, though,” they say, pausing to chug the entire glass he just filled. “I don’t know what’s going on. It just started happening. Maybe it’ll stop happening, too.”

“Yeah, maybe,” Ex says. “I guess if you’re not worried about it that much, I’ll try not to worry about it, either. Should be fine, right?“

That’s what they thought, at least. They’d be getting a lot more than they bargained for.

—

A few days later, Tak finds it much too hard to get out of bed.

This, in and of itself, is not entirely unheard of for them. After all, when you’ve experienced the things they’ve experienced, there will be days where the grief will be too heavy to carry, regardless of how pleased you are with your current life. Sometimes, the guilt still gets to them. The horror. The loneliness. On days like those, all they can do is lay there and mourn, and wait for the grief to pass.

Today is not one of those days. It’s not grief that keeps them tethered to their mattress. It’s exhaustion. They simply feel too tired to get up.

Which is kind of stupid. They’ll give themself the depression days — who wouldn’t have days like that with what they’ve been through, you know? — but physical stuff has never been able to really keep them down. So despite it being several hours later than normal (and they’re a late-riser on normal days), as well as the fact that their whole body seems to hate them for it, they drag themself out of bed. They don’t intend to be forced down over something they don’t think is reasonable.

The first thing they do once they leave their quarters is head to the kitchen to down three glasses of water in quick succession. They’re winded just from the walk there, which is… weird. By the time they’ve drank all that water with barely any breath in between, they have to hold themself up on the counter until they can get their breath back.

Then they push themself up and leave the kitchen like nothing happened. They’re fine.

They end up meeting Ex in the hallway. “Oh, there you are,” he says. “I was looking for you! I thought you might have been… whoa. You okay?” He’s already got that look on this face. Geez.

“What do you mean? I just overslept. I’m okay.”

“I mean… you look really tired, man. Did you not sleep well or somethin’?”

“I think I slept fine,” they say, shrugging. “Maybe I slept too much? You know how sometimes when you oversleep you wake up kinda tired? It’s probably just that. Seriously, man, I’m fine.

Ex tilts his head a little. “You sure? ‘Cuz like, I was thinking we could land today. But I don’t want you to push yourself if you’re tired.”

“Dude, how many times do I have to say that I’m fine? I wanna land today. I’ve never been to a Libra planet, dude, I wanna see!”

“Okay, okay,” Ex says, laughing. “If you’re really sure. I’m still a little worried, though, so can we at least try ‘n keep an eye on it or something? It’s probably nothing, but I kinda have a bad feeling about it, so…”

Tak wrinkles their nose a little, incredulously. “You do? Why?”

“I dunno, just, with the weird dehydration thing you have going on even though all you’ve been doing is drinking water? I’m worried there might be somethin’ going on and we can’t recognize it or something.”

“You really think so? I dunno. Maybe. I’m still not all that worried about it, though. I guess I’ll tell you if it gets worse? But I think it’s probably gonna be fine.”

“Sounds good to me. If you’re all good, then, wanna help get ready for landing?”

—

It gets worse.

Not long after landing, Tak entirely loses his appetite. Usually when visiting new planets, they’re most excited about trying the food, but not this time. They don’t really question it, at first. They may like food a lot, but there are a lot of aspects surrounding it that can cause them to lose interest or otherwise not want to try something — texture, specific flavors, and the like. And it’s not the first time they just haven’t felt like trying something new. They may be a pretty adventurous person, but sometimes they’re just not up for adventurous eating. They expect they’ll get over it by the time it’s time to leave.

What’s weirder than that, though, is that they’re not really hungry enough for any of Ex’s cooking, either, even when Ex cooks them stuff they typically always like. That’s a bit more concerning, they think. They don’t even know why it’s happening. Nothing, not even their usual safe foods, seems appetizing. They just end up playing with their food by pushing it around on the plate instead of eating it. The most they can manage before feeling completely full is a couple of bites.

They’re still always thirsty, constantly drinking water as opposed to eating. And they’re tired, finding it harder and harder to wake up and get out of bed each day, and end up sleeping through several, only waking up long enough to drink water. And the days they do manage to get up, they still feel incredibly weak, finding that they run out of breath way faster than they usually do, and have to sit down more or else they feel like they might pass out.

It’s gotten to the point where they’ve hardly even left the ship, despite being landed, which sort of pisses them off. They’ve dealt with feeling a lot worse than this, that’s for sure. They don’t wanna be sitting or lying around when there’s exploring to do.

Ex is worried, though. Like, really worried. And Tak can’t even blame him, even if they still get annoyed by it, a little, sometimes. It’s been a whole year, after being alone for a significantly shorter period of time, but they’re still not entirely used to someone worrying about them like this again.

“Man… you do not look good,” Ex sighs. “I think we need to take you to a doctor or something. Seriously.”

They still can’t manage to resist the eye roll, even if they see where he’s coming from. “I don’t want to. I’m fine.”

“You’re… really not, though. I really don’t think you are.” Ex is frowning. “You can’t even eat, dude. You’ve lost a lot of weight, too.”

“You think so?”

“I mean, that’s typically what happens when you don’t eat. But like, yeah. Enough that I can tell with my eyes, man.”

They guess that’s fair.

Ex continues. “And the water thing never went away. And it’s not like you to be so tired you can’t get up. It’s freaking me out.”

Okay, yeah. They… do feel bad for worrying him that much. They’re still not convinced it’s that big of a deal, but they find themself relenting, anyway. “Okay, fine. I guess we can get it checked out. Won’t that cost money, though?”

“…No? Why would it?”

“What do you mean ‘why would it?’ All this stuff costs money on Earth.”

“Oh. Well, that’s stupid. Anyway, we’ll probably wanna go to a Virgo system planet for this. They’re the best with health stuff.”

Tak nods, standing to move to the Navigation controls, but is suddenly hit with a wave of intense lightheadedness. They stop, trying to keep their balance. “Whoa… what the hell…?”

Ex looks over again, concern painted on his face again. “What?“

“Nothing, it’s fine,” they lie, though they know it’s probably obvious that it’s not the truth. They just don’t want him freaking out even more. Their mouth is so dry, also, that it’s hard to speak — they decide to use that as an excuse to leave the cockpit. “I need more water, actually, so do you mind putting in the coordinates yourself? I’ll— I’ll be right back.”

“Okay…” Ex says. “Don’t push yourself, okay?”

They nod, and leave the cockpit as quickly as they can with everything swirling around them the way it is. They begin trying to walk towards the kitchen, but end up realizing halfway through that they’re probably not going to make it. They try to push themself just a little more, and then—

They wake up on the ground, Ex hovering over them, clearly panicked, holding a big glass of water. “Dude!” he exclaims. “What the fuck?!”

Tak’s really confused. “Um…” they mumble in response. “Maybe you’re right about the doctor thing.”

—

Turns out, Tak had been dying.

More specifically, their immune system has decided it hates them. Something about it deciding to attack their insulin cells or something. And apparently insulin’s the stuff you need in order to process food and stuff, otherwise the sugar in the food that’s supposed to be turned into energy and stuff builds up in their blood, causing… excessive thirst, fatigue and weakness, lack of appetite. Well, that makes sense.

They’ve got type one diabetes, they’re told.

Ex got them to a Virgo planet in record speed, and had them admitted in one of the planet’s hospitals. Currently, the doctors are explaining to them all the stuff that’s going to have to change now that they’ve got this diagnosis. Apparently they’ll have to have manufactured insulin put into their body to replace the insulin their body can’t make — but apparently there’s some Libra system tech that can do that for them. A bionic pancreas, it’s called. They’re taught how to use one as their body is being un-fucked.

There are a few things they’ll have to keep an eye out for, though. Severe low blood sugars are a possibility now, and they’re probably likely to get low blood sugars pretty often as their body gets used to the bionic pancreas. They’ll have to be careful about eating too many sweets or carbs at once. They’re advised not to drink anything with sugar in it unless they have a low blood sugar (“No juice,” they say to Ex, pouting, and he pats them on the shoulder.)

Other than that, though, their life should pretty much go back to normal once they get their insulin again. They’re relieved. And thank the stars for free space healthcare, too.

“I knew something was wrong,” Ex says. “Dude, you could have died. Maybe we should be more careful when we notice weird stuff happening.”

“Yeah,” Tak agrees, sighing as they lay back in their bed. “We’re a little dumb, aren’t we?”

“Well, maybe a little. We are just two kids alone in a starship, though, so like, you can’t expect much from us. We got you here in time, anyway, right?”

It’s not the last time something like this will happen — though it won’t be as much as a near-death experience in the future. Tak’s just glad they had someone to help them out.

They’re happy for the life they’ve got, and the friend they have. Seriously, where would they be without him?

#💭#actually im a little late but shhh #type one diabetes fanfic #t1d awareness fest #reach for the stars au #puyo puyo

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harpsigirl · 1 month

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Blackcats_Butterflies - Lows & Highs (of Adrien Agreste) | Chapter 5

Original content on Ao3 - https://archiveofourown.org/works/47105689/chapters/120215041

Voice and record - Harpsigirl

* * * It was intense month. But, as they say, 'done' is better than 'perfect' - at least I hope so!

#youtube #miraculous ladybug #fanficion #fanfic #podfic #audiobook #fandiobook #adrien agreste #marinette dupain cheng #adrienette #diabetes #t1diabetes #t1diabetic #t1d problems

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heartfulselkie · 2 months

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*🪲🌸🔪🍬🎲🛼🥤🍓* some gifts for uuu!!

🪲 ⇢ add 50 words to your current wip and share the paragraph here

His piercing gaze was enough to make Ladybug's hand squeeze the hilt of her sword. Chat Blanc must have sensed her tension. His hands silently slipped away from the bars and he took a small step back. Something in his eyes shifted, the depths of them almost daring in their calmness. And he was daring - daring her to step forward with her sword drawn and thrust it through the bars. It was a realisation that chilled Ladybug down to the bone.

Chat Blanc wasn't just taunting death. He was seeking it.

🌸 ⇢ do you have any pets? if you do, post some pictures of them

I have a cat! My big baby.. My little man..

🔪 ⇢ what's the weirdest topic you researched for a writing project?

I have researched all kinds of things including drug use, ptsd, amputations and prosthetics, poisonous plants and herbal remedies, where someone could be stabbed and it not be lethal, historical French geopraphy, how to play a piano...

There's some very strange and also very interesting things that I've looked into. If I die someone night need to purge my search history..

🍬 ⇢ post an unpopular opinion about a popular fandom character

Luka is dull, boring and pretty unnecessary to the show. Seriously, take him out and very little changes. Even the BIG THINGS he was involved in he had a very negligible impact with.

🎲 ⇢ what stops you from writing more in your free time?

That would be a toss up between my ongoing fatigue or my lack of confidence.

🛼 ⇢ describe your latest wip with five emojis

🔔😾🍞🐞🙄

🥤 ⇢ recommend an author or fanfic you love

I've been reading Low and Highs (of Adrien Agreste) by Blackcats_Butterflies (though I'm a little behind on the latest chapters). I love fics where the writer puts something of their own experience into it and this fic integrates it so well.

Adrien's been diagnosed with T1D in the fic so it follows him as he adjusts to that and the writer really takes the time to explain the medical side of things (even with diagrams!).

🍓 ⇢ how did you get into writing fanfiction?

I'm not really sure. I read a lot as a kid and always had an active imagination. I've also always been a chronic daydreamer. Baby Selkie always dreamed of being and Writer/Illustrator when they grew up, and I guess in a way I sort of am 😅

For fanfiction specifically, I think I started back when I was maybe 13-14 and had just really gotten into anime and manga? Yes. Teen me wrote Naruto and Bleach fanfic. They're buried on the internet somewhere. And will stay buried.

[Truth or Dare Ask Game]

#a3thxr1sem0 #ask selkie #ask game

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pondermoniums · 2 years

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happy fanfic writer appreciation day!

i love your t1d!steve AUs, they're delicious! esp caramel heart.

Thank you so much!! Thank you for thinking of me, oh my gosh. I'm terrible with "fandom holidays" so this means a lot 💗

My Type 1 Diabetic!Steve fic is here, for anyone curious ~

#<333

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rpgwrites · 2 years

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Happy fanfic writer appreciation day!

I love how much care you put into writing your stories and representing the things important to you. The relationships and friendships in your fics are so sweet and loving, and your representation of life with t1d means so so much to me.

Hey!! I'm so sorry for only getting to this now. It means so much!! Thank you for this ask. I appreciate it more than I can say.

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theguardianangel-fanfiction · 2 years

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happy fanfic writer appreciation day!

just wanted to say i really really like your t1d!clementine au! i couldn't look away when i was reading it.

Omg thank you so much!!

#asks #anonymous

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type1diabetesinfandom · 2 years

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WIP Ask Game

There's some sort of ask game where you submit a word and I find it in my WIP and share the sentence it's in, with or without context. I was talking a little about my two wips earlier, so i think this could be super fun!

Your options:

When the Warmth Hits You, a Once Upon a Time SwanQueen season 1 AU. (diabetic f/f fans unite!) T1D!Emma Swan and T1D!Henry Mills. First draft done, in edits now. Part of the sqsupernova to be posted next month.

Lost, a Heroes of Olympus AU. T1D!Jason Grace. First draft. Part of the pjo-hoo big bang to be posted in october.

WtWHY is much longer so you'll probably have more variety there, just fyi

#t1d fanfic #t1d #type 1 diabetes #type 1 diabetes in fandom #t1diabetes #diabetes fics #type 1 diabetes fics #my writing: when the warmth hits you #my writing: Lost #my writing #ask game #snippets are allowed so this should be fair game

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misskatebishop · 2 years

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happy fanfic writer appreciation day! i love how heartwarming your stories are, especially Through the Lows and the Highs :D

Thank you, anon! I'm glad you liked it! I love writing t1d characters.

#thalia answers #anon

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can-of-pringles · 9 months

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Ok so I haven't read it yet, but I have it saved. I just wanted to shout out this fanfic I saw that had two very important things to me, it was a Ghost fic but also an insert reader for a reader with T1D. As someone who loves Ghost and is T1D, it made me feel special :) I don't think I've ever seen fanfic with a Diabetic reader as part of it (except for the stuff I've written myself)

#the band ghost #actually diabetic #type one diabetic #ghost band #type 1 diabetic #ghost #type one diabetes #actually disabled

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strickenspirit · 2 years

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this week was the week I discovered fanfic writers and consumers headcanon characters as diabetic. this is a beautifully wild discovery.

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starbandit · 4 years

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Adjusting (L.H)

A/N: hi guys! this is my fic for the DisabledSOS Project, which is a project created by @skinnylukes to bring awareness to the disabled 5sos fans. this is to bring awareness to the lack of disabled-inclusive writing in the fandom and hopefully put more out there for everyone to enjoy! I’ll link to the og post so you guys can read the explanation yourself, since i know i didn't do it justice lol.

Luke Hemmings x T1D!Reader

Summary: The daily struggles of a T1D ft. supportive boyfriend!Luke (mentions of needles)

You stared at the numbers flashing on your test kit. It was the middle of the night, but you had gotten up to use the bathroom every twenty minutes, and after your fourth trip you finally decided you needed to check your blood sugar. Sure enough, you were high.

A frustrated groan leaves your mouth as you throw your kit onto your side table and get out from under the blankets once again.

"Hmm, baby," Luke lets out a soft moan as he rolls over. He cracks an eye open to look at your figure standing up. "What's wrong? Are you low?"

You shake your head. "I'm fine. Just a little high. Don't worry." You throw on your slippers to combat the cold floors under your feet.

"How high?" He sits up in bed, a little yawn leaving his mouth.

You chew your lip for a second. "350..."

Luke stretches and climbs out of bed. "Alright, lets go get you some insulin." He places a hand on your lower back as the two of you make your way to the kitchen.

The cool air from the fridge bites at your skin when you retrieve your bottle of insulin. Luke already has a syringe out for you and he carefully places the bag back into the cabinet. While you pull your insulin, Luke grabs a cold bottle of water and some alcohol swabs. He watches as you inject yourself, a small wince leaving his mouth. He trades you the syringe for the water and throws it into the red sharps bucket on the counter.

"Water is so good," You lean against the counter as you chug the rest of the bottle.

Luke chuckles as he watches you. "Let's go back to bed," He puts his hand out for you. "Check again in an hour?"

When your blood sugar drops in front of him for the first time, Luke has no idea what to do. You decided to join the boys for a movie night on the tour bus, but halfway through, you burst into a cold sweat. You excuse yourself for a few moments, your vision going slightly black when you stand, and go to find your blood sugar kit. Sure enough, its low.

"Shit," Calum quickly turns the lights back on while Ashton pauses the movie. "Low? How?"

Luke forces you to sit down on the couch while you stare off into space. "What do we need to do?" He looks into your eyes.

"Uhm.." You can't seem to think about what to do. "Sugar. Soda, candy, doesn't matter."

Luke nods and the rest of the boys make quick work of finding something for you to snack on. Michael returns with a coke not even thirty seconds later.

"Okay, here we go." Luke opens up the can and holds it out for you. "Drink it," He watches with nervous eyes as you take some sips of the cola.

"Found some of these," Calum and Ashton walk back into the room with some small bags of random candy. "They had them in the dressing rooms earlier, I'm glad we took some now." He throws the bags down next to you.

Every five minutes, Luke pricks your finger again and checks your blood sugar. Once you hit 70, you start to get annoyed. "Luke, I'm okay now, I promise." You sigh.

"Okay, okay," He zips up your meter pouch and sits back onto the couch.

"You really scared us there, Y/N." Michael pipes up from the opposite side.

"I'm sorry," You apologize. "This doesn't happen too often."

"Hey, its fine. It's just a learning experience." Calum flicks the lights back off. "Can we get back to the movie now? It was just getting to the good part."

The knock on the door brings butterflies to your stomach. Luke jumps a little too, a bright smile appears on his face. "Go!" He stands up as you rush to open the door.

"Hello!" Two women stand at your door, both in scrubs and holding boxes. "We're here to help you set up your new pump and CGM, may we come in?" One of them asks. You nod and step out of the way, allowing them to walk into your shared home with Luke.

"So, it's a little overwhelming but I promise you guys will get it," There's tons of supplies laid out on the dining room table. Not one, but two insulin pumps, a bottle of insulin, a few boxes of supplies, and too many pamphlets that you and Luke will have to read later.

It takes over an hour to go over everything, both you and Luke ask questions about how everything works, and you even set up your usual ratios and basal times into your new pump. They help you and Luke set up apps on your phone for your new CGM and finally, it's time to apply it.

"So, we have your pump," One of the nurses hands you your new insulin pump. You had already filled it, you were just waiting to put the infusion set in and call it a day. "And we have one for Luke to put on for a few minutes while we finish going over everything,"

"Don't worry, its only full of saline," One of the nurses pats Luke on the shoulder. "We recommend putting your set on your tummy at first, but just like with injections you need to use an alcohol swab first,"

You and Luke both prep your stomachs. He rolls his shirt up and the nurse places a plastic set on him. She counts down from 3 and pushes two buttons, the needle rockets into his stomach and leaves a small round piece in its place. The infusion set was just a small cannula that sat under the skin, with some plastic pieces that your pump tubing could click in to. It made it super easy to unclip to shower or go swimming.

"Okay, that wasn't," He gulps. "Too bad." He runs his finger over the plastic coating.

You gulp and look over to your nurse. She has the infusion set in her hand and you reach out to grab Luke's fingers. Soon enough, the infusion set is in. And it only felt like a little pinch.

The nurses clean up and leave you two with their numbers, stealing back the pump Luke had demoed. He sighs in relief when he can peel the infusion set off his skin and throw it away. You smile up at him and run to give him a hug.

"You have no idea how much this means to me. Thank you for being willing to learn." You sigh into his chest. It felt good having someone there to help you, free of judgement.

“I’m here to learn with you, my darling.” He rests his head on top of yours. “We’re in this together.”

#luke hemmings fanfiction #luke hemmings blurb #luke hemmings imagines #luke hemmings imagine #disabledsos #disabled characters #t1d reader #luke x t1d reader #luke imagine #luke fluff #luke blurb #5sos fanfic #5sos imagine #my writing

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legaleaglefeathers · 5 years

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i made an ffnet account because i might as well post my writing on that site in the future! discord is hard to share writing on and tumblr is harsh on links and stuff, plus a link to ffnet looks better than a messy ol’ google doc.

anyway this is what i meant last night when i wrote an indulgent comfort fic thing QvQ

#mario #bowser #sfw #princess peach #luigi #fanfic #t1d #the info in this is factual #i might add more to this if i ever get around to it #i definitely want to make a cover for it

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littlemisspascal · 3 years

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Death and an Angel part 3

Death!Din and Cupid F!Reader

Summary: You and Din have an unexpected heart-to-heart about what it means to be Death and a Cupid on route to a planet where Din’s potential soulmate lives.

Rating: G

Word Count: 1,500

Warnings: Pining, smidge of angst, more plot development, Razor Crest (RIP I miss you darling!), a made-up home world for the reader (yes, yes, there’s like a million I could have picked but my brain said NOPE)

Author Note: Ahhhh, the comments are so amazing from you all! Thank you everyone out there sparing time to check out my little universe, it makes me sooo happy you have no idea! As always, I hope you enjoy this new segment as I try to plot this story out and get these two idiots to acknowledge there just might be something between them.

Also special thanks to @codenamewitcher for including the first two parts on Weekly Fanfic Recs. Be sure to go check out the list for a whole bunch of fantastic stories!

Links to Part 1, Part 2 and Part 4

Photo Inspiration: (What I imagine is beneath the armor in this scene...*dreamy sigh*)

There is a distinct silence that can only be found in hyperspace when the stars outside resemble sparkling streaks of silver tinsel and your breath is trapped within your lungs as you’re awestruck by the sheer beauty of it all. You experience this silence aboard the Razor Crest, sitting in the cockpit behind Din as he pilots his beloved gunship. It isn’t the first time you’ve been a passenger, having traveled with Din on two previous ventures where your Cupid services were required on planets far away from your home on Umbriel.

Off-world assignments for you were generally rare since your bosses were more inclined to choose Cupids of higher ranking to handle those clients, but sometimes you were the only available option left. Which, come to think of it, is exactly how you became the one roped into meeting with Death every full moon. Your bosses decided someone needed to check up on him to make sure he wasn’t reaping anyone before their fated time and thus messing with the natural order of things. You privately have reached the conclusion it was a decision made during a fit of paranoia as you had yet to find any evidence suggesting Din ever broke a single one of the universe’s rules, let alone even considered the mere possibility.

When you did travel for assignments, you never stopped feeling like a goldfish being dumped out of your familiar little bowl and into a massive ocean full of strange oddities. You would often find yourself wasting time trying to successfully navigate the unknown world when you should have been focused on tracking down your client’s soulmate.

That’s why Din had offered to start traveling with you. Actually, in his own words it was because, “You think about love so much you don’t see trouble until it’s an inch in front of you. Someone’s got to be there to look after you.”

You’d tried to argue, told him you had never experienced trouble and that if you did then you could handle it with your bow. All Cupid’s were required to master archery for self-defense purposes, though Din’s responding snort of derision made you suspect he wasn’t convinced of your skills. You wondered if he thought, just as humans incorrectly did, a Cupid only used their bow to spread love and lust. Or maybe he just thought you weren’t capable of such finesse. It was an insulting assumption, fueling you with the burning desire to prove him wrong. One day, you keep telling yourself, a repetitive chant. One day you’ll show him just how capable you are with your weapon and you imagine his look of shock, whether worn openly on his face or hidden beneath the visor of his helmet, will be utterly priceless.

But in the meantime, you’re in no hurry to encounter trouble. Finding enjoyment in taking these trips with him on his ship instead.

The Razor Crest had actually been a complete surprise to you when Din first welcomed you on it; primarily because the notion of him using such a primitive form of transportation despite the powers he possessed as Death was too outrageous to wrap your head around. However, it took less than ten minutes soaring through space for you to discover just how many details of the universe you were missing by relying on your Cupid abilities to teleport yourself between locations. Never would you have imagined Death to be the one to teach you to love the slowness of travel, to let your eyes linger on all the beautiful wonders along the way. But that’s exactly what happened.

You turn your head away from the window to look at Din. From your angle, all you glimpse is the back of his helmet, reflecting the passing starlight. Soon you’ll be introducing Din to the first immortal on your list of potential soulmates.

Death, you quickly correct yourself. He’s only Din when he’s around you.

You initially thought he elected to wear his armor because you told him he could to ease his comfort, but now you think it’s because this is him meeting his potential soulmate as himself. It is easy to forget sometimes this is the image of Death—a warrior enshrouded in beskar, cunning and ruthless—that is recognized throughout the universe. And feared.

If the handsome face he concealed was known instead, you wonder if mortals would readily choose to embrace the ending of their lifetime, rather than foolishly seek to run from its inevitability.

“What is it?” Din’s baritone voice startles you as it shatters the quietness. The modulator within his helmet gives his tone a low raspiness that never fails to send a chill down your spine when you hear it.

“Huh?” You respond ineloquently.

“You’ve been staring at the back of my head for the last five minutes, angel. I figured you had something worth saying.”

“Oh, no. I was just thinking about you.”

Immediately you wish a meteor would collide with the ship, providing you with the necessary distraction to escape and find somewhere you can hide until the end of time.

“...What about me were you thinking?” Din wonders after a solid thirty seconds of pure silence, voice somehow conveying an equally blended mixture of intrigue and wariness. He flips on the ship’s autopilot and turns in his seat to pin you with his gaze, apparently unwilling to let you try and weasel yourself out of the conversation.

You roll the question around in your mind, wanting to give an answer that satisfies him without it also embarrassing yourself further.

“I was thinking how much of an enigma you are,” you murmur at last, leaning back in the chair with your arms crossing over your stomach. “You wield such incredible powers and yet you choose to wear a human face, to call this man-made ship your home and to also spend your spare time living amongst those you will eventually reap. Why are these your choices?”

He tilts his head, and you just know there is a little crease of bewilderment appearing between his eyebrows right now even if you can’t see it. For as much as he is a puzzle you can’t put together, he is also at times an open book that you will never tire of reading.

“I would think you, more than most beings, would understand the discomfort that stems from loneliness and the lengths one will go to ease it,” he says, not unkindly. He mirrors your position, maneuvering himself until he’s comfortable in his seat and totally oblivious to the dilating of your pupils as you observe every subtle shift of his armor-clad body. “Isn’t that the true purpose of Cupids? To spare individuals the ache of living a life of solitude by introducing them to someone to love so they no longer feel it.”

“That’s a poetic way of putting it,” you answer, smiling softly and shrugging your shoulders. “My superiors would just quote our mantra back at me when I used to ask. Amor vincit omnia.”

“Love conquers all.”

You shouldn’t be surprised he’s able to translate such an ancient and obscure language, but your eyes widen regardless. “That’s right.”

His voice is unusually soft when he asks, “Do you like being a Cupid?”

You stare at him, caught off guard by how easily he’s changed the topic of the conversation from himself to you. You’re used to taking orders and being thanked for your services, but no one has ever asked you if you liked doing any of it.

“I’m good at it,” you finally say, even though it’s not really an answer.

He nods his head still, as if he understands. A part of you thinks he actually does.

You lick your lips, eyeing him hesitantly. “Do you...like being Death?”

“I’m good at it,” he echoes, but your words sound somber coming from his lips.

The cockpit fills with hushed silence again, but there’s a unique tenderness unlike ever before. Minutes seem to stretch on for entire seasons as you watch one another, content to simply coexist and revel in each other’s presences.

It would be so easy to slip off his helmet and kiss him right now.

You stiffen, stunned at your own thought, but you aren’t given the chance to analyze it further as an alarm on the ship’s control panel announces with a resounding beep you’ve reached your destination.

Din spins in his seat, reclaiming control of the steering to begin the ship’s landing process. You look out the front window at the large green-blue planet drawing nearer with every anxious tick of your heartbeat.

“We’re here,” you say needlessly, forcing excitement into your voice. Fake it till you make it, isn’t that the human expression?

“Who is it we’re meeting on this backwater skug hole?” Din asks, pressing a series of buttons above his head.

You kick the back of his seat. “Be nice,” you scold when he shoots you a look. He mutters something unintelligible under his breath as he turns back around, prompting you to roll your eyes. “She’s a goddess of springtime and motherhood. The locals call her Omera.”

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