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maddipoof · 1 year

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There is nothing like staying at home, for real comfort 🌷 you saved my life." "not a big d-" "no. you saved it." With tangerine

Reader’s code name is Pomelo because i like the sound of it, and also called small once, not as like a descriptor but just like, in comparison to a pomelo and an insult. And also if you don’t like swearing this is not the fic for you, it’s Tangerine, what did you expect? uhhhh TW: Like violence, duh, swearing, and yeah WC: 1.7k and the ending is kinda lame but meh, I hope you like it <3

For only meeting them less than a year ago, you’ve certainly lost track of the number of missions you’ve been on with the twins. Lemon was always lovely, always looking out for you, making sure you were alive, not that you’ve ever been that close to death, but still. And Tangerine…Tangerine was a little less hands on with you but you still knew he cared, just as he knew you cared about him surviving.

You were a team, all three of you. You stuck together and looked out for each other, always.

But not this time.

“Pomelo!” was the last thing you heard Lemon say just as you were struck in the back of the head. The woman in all black stepped up to your limp form on the ground just as you miraculously gained the strength to put your arms around your head as a weak means of protection.

“Pomelo, is it?” She turned you over with her foot, the metallic tang of blood forcing itself down your throat. “You’re a bit small for a pomelo, aren’t you? You need your big, strong boys to do all the work for you, hm?” Her face, so close to yours, was becoming blurry as she spit her painfully forced posh accent at you. She stabbed her katana into the ground next to your head, “I could just tear you apart.” She was kneeling over you and pulled another smaller knife out of its sheath in her back, just to stick it by the other side of your head. “Eh, I s’pose I should peel you first.”

She leaned down close to you again to pull the knife out from beside your head. You were fairly certain this was it for you, and if she was gonna kill you, may as well make her work for it. She was about to push herself off her knees when you spat a horrid mix of blood and spit in her face. She dropped a knee to your stomach then and you lurched up. With half her weight on you, she was about to strike. You could follow her eyes to her lazer-like target on your face. She raised her arm but Lemon grabbed her wrist from behind. It was futile, he may have been bigger but she was much stronger. She slammed her head into him and he fell back into another of her henchmen. The blade was halfway on its descent to your jaw when it slid across Tangerine’s back. He jumped in its path and took her down with him. Him beating her face to a pulp through her balaclava was the last thing you saw. His hair a wreck if you’ve ever seen it and he’d already lost the jacket and vest an hour ago. You couldn’t help but watch, though you were fading fast, couldn’t help but stare at the thin line blooming red through his crisp white shirt.

Then it went dark.

You woke up with a throbbing pain behind your eyes and a groan. Also in a familiar bed, but not your own. Long legs stretched out next to you, cashmere socks pointed towards the tv. It took you a second to realize what it was playing. A scene from …, the one you always skipped to after an assignment went wrong and you just needed something to calm down. The one Tangerine always made fun of you for liking so much. You looked up even though the slightest movement felt like your head was filled with lead marbles. Tangerine was violently tapping on his phone with one index finger. Either he was stuck on that same level of the game he’s been obsessed with for the last two months, or he was texting Lemon.

You tugged on the side of his trouser. He looked down at you immediately, face filled with worry, “Turn it—“ it was like your throat was the nile river and the rasp was the second plague, that’s how many frogs were in there.

“Off?”

“Down, turn it down.”

He grabbed the remote first and held a water bottle down to you second, you didn’t have to sit up too far with the mouthpiece to sip from. You swallowed too much too fast and the coughing that followed did nothing for your headache. “Easy, easy. Breathe, love.” He led you down with one hand to your shoulder and one to your head, “There ya go.” He moved his hand to your chest and rubbed gentle circles. “Better, yeah?”

“Yeah.”

You both sat there for a few moments more, half watching the movie (or pretending to), and half watching for the other to make a move.

“Than- uh, thank you.”

“For what, Pom?”

“For saving my l—“

“It’s really—It’s not a big deal.” He brushed it off as if the prospect of you being grateful for such a thing scared him, and tried to quiet you by holding more water to you.

“No, you saved it. Thank you.”

This inadvertently sent him into a trance of contemplation, he was staring off at something towards the end of the bed.

He was about to speak when Lemon popped in.

“Oh lovely, you’re awake.”

“Regrettably.”

“Sarcasm intact. I’ll take that as a good sign.”

“Ha ha. I mean I’d rather be sleeping, not dead.”

You moved to lay back down but Tangerine held you up, “It’s best you eat first, love.”

Try as you might, for the next few weeks without any new missions to distract you, sleep never came easy. And when it did it was marred by inconsistancy and horrible nightmares. Each time you couldn’t fight it and dozed off on the couch or your face on your arms on the counter, you were jolted awake by the most terrifying visions.

Both Lemon and Tangerine knew, but after knowing you this long, they knew it’d be worse to say anything before you brought it up. Even if you tried to fake it, like you did 5 weeks to the day after it happened.

Lemon went to bed early that night, and though you could see Tangerine wanted to too, he wouldn’t go if you were still up.

As exhausted as you were, everytime you closed your eyes you were faced with the same scene of red blooming through Tan’s shirt.

You were both watching some movie you insisted he pick and you let him get away with thinking you didn’t know that he picked one of your favorites on purpose. He was on one end of the couch and you were on the other, it wasn’t terribly long but if both of you were laying flat across it you still wouldn’t touch.

“Watch your movie,” he said when he caught you looking.

“It’s not my movie, you picked it.”

“You’ve been looking at me all night.”

“Have not.”

“You have. Why?”

“I haven’t— It doesn’t matter.”

“Pom,” he said sincerely, “Love, why?”

“I can’t explain it.” He moved like he thought about getting closer to you but decided against it. “Just- come here.” You waved him closer and he slid down the rest of the couch while you made room for him.

He looked understandably confused and stayed up straight next to you. He tilted his head in a silent question that you couldn’t answer with words but instead a question of your own. You reached out to him hesitantly and waited for him to nod before you went for the fourth button of his shirt, the top 3 had been undone since dinner and he followed your lead and started undoing them from the bottom but looking at your hands instead. It was like an electric shock when you both went for the same button. Both of you jumped away like you were scared of each other’s hands. He looked at you and you nodded so he continued then pulled off his undershirt. As if he knew what you wanted without having to ask, he turned around so you could see the wound. He nodded when you put a hand on his back and you pulled at the edge of the bandage, just enough to see how it was healing.

It wasn’t deep, and it wasn’t wide, but it was long. The edges were starting to come back together and he’s been wincing much less lately. It never got infected and now only the very center stripe was still red.

He was going to turn back around but you practically threw yourself against his back, careful to avoid anywhere near the bandage. He tried to quiet his groan from the force, “Sorry,” you whispered.

“No, it wasn’t you.”

It was good. Those few minutes just feeling each other’s warmth and heart and breathing. It was good.

“Tan?” Asking could have been the greatest mistake of your life.

He sighed and let his head fall back to your shoulder. “Pom.”

“You saved my life.” He straightened at that.

“And you’ve saved mine, we’re even. Don’t- don’t make it more than it has to be.”

“No, listen, please for once.” He took a deep breath and leaned back again. “It’s never gotten that close before, for either of us. And I don’t— If you weren’t there I don’t know—“

“Don’t fuckin say it.”

“But it’s true.”

“It’s not.”

“How?”

“You don’t know what would have happened and it doesn’t fuckin matter cus it didn’t happen.”

“Thank you though, for what did happen.”

He didn’t say much more than a hmm and laid down on his back, kind of uncomfortably on your leg from the way the two of you were sitting. He waved for you to join him, “Here, love,” he pulled you down to his chest and you moved past the temporary awkwardness to get comfortable. “Just go to sleep, yeah?”

“Mhm.” He could hear the hesitance.

“You wanna go to your room?”

“No, here’s ok, here is good.”

“Good. Relax, alright? We’re ok.”

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komero-otus · 6 months

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not enough fics go down to town exploring the concept of engineer sawing off his own hand in the name of science and stupidity (and hyperindependence and needing to prove something and-)

#gunslinger has my brainworms pondering #like of course he couldve lost his hand in a fight or never had one but like #that guy aint well in the head let me tell you #he's batshit insane #we all know this #it just gets shadowed by medic being the more unhinged and morally weird scientist in the group #tf2 #engineer #engie #amputation #team fortress 2 #dell conagher #kylmä rambles #I KNOW I COULD JUST WRITE SHIT MYSELF BUT YALL DONT EVEN KNOW HOW MUCH I SUCK AT WRITING #I have written exactly one (1) fic

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babybinko · 2 years

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I redrew a scene from a great engineer x pyro fic by Delphi called "Technicolor, California". Its such a beautifully written fic and it paints such a vivid picture of whats happening in your mind, I just had to draw it.

#tf2 #team fortress 2 #engineer tf2 #dell conagher #pyro tf2 #texas toast #engineerxpyro #engineer/pyro #fic redraw #my art #PLEASE READ THIS FIC #i love it #im very proud of this #i worked very hard on this i drew the backgrounds fully just to blur them but its fine it was part of the vision.

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cusimmrbrightside · 6 months

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ok im moving on to the TexasToast fic i promised this beautiful nation of TexasToast fans, what do ya'll want

#tf2 #team fortress 2 #engineer tf2 #dell conagher #pyro tf2 #tf2 steampunk au #tf2 fics

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cluelessatthispoint · 1 year

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could u possibly write a bit of soft soldier/engineer smut,,,w/ bottom soldier,,,if u would like,,

I'm so excited! these two are so lovely! Thank you so much for the request! Bottom Soldier is not seen very much in fics so I am happy to write this. :)

This is NSFW if you are under 18 then do not read this!!!

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Rough cracked lips collided in a soft gentle passion. Engineer's warm breath ghosted over Soldier's lower lip. His warm blue eyes locked onto Soldier's own. Bringing a hand to his partner's head he removed the helmet obscuring the rest of his head.

"Well now, ain't you as pretty as a picture."

Smiling in delight, Soldier captured Engineer's lips in a delicate kiss.

"Yeah, well. I'm the prettiest darn picture that you ever saw. Now how are we going to do this?"

Huffing in delight, Engineer smiled mischievously and pushed Soldier onto his back and straddled his muscular hips. The bed that they were resting on creaked and groaned under their combined weight and the rough treatment. At the way things were progressing between the two, they doubted that the bed wouldn't be able to last the night. The way his weight settled onto Soldier's hips sent his nerves alight with pleasure-and to think that they were still clothed. With a breathy moan Engineer rolled his hips and grinded against the hardness of his lover underneath him.

Biting his lips Soldier grabbed hold of Engineer's hips and helped him keep his soft teasing pace. The slow drag of heavy clothing rubbing against his clothed erection made his breath hitch. It was a struggle to keep from bucking his hips upwards. Little whimpers and pleasure noises escaped his lips when Engineer changed his movements and started making little forwards and backwards motions mimicking jarring thrusts.

"God, Dell, you're so good-so good, you little tease."

Engineer's hands suddenly came to rest on Soldier's chest. His face wrought in concentration, little beads of sweat starting to form on his brow. Soldier has seen this look before: many, many, times before. Always together in one of their rooms far away from any prying eyes. This look was one of utter concentration. Engineer in that moment was not just seeking his own pleasure. No, he was trying to get Soldier off first by grinding on him.

Soldier's words of praise seemed to strike something off in Dell's mind; because not too long after the man buried his face into Soldier's neck and started to kiss him. The soft kisses and the harshness of their pelvises grinding against one another made the whole experience all the more euphoric. The movements seemed to go on for hours, back and forth, back and forth. The touch was maddening. How neither of them had come yet was a miracle. The soft kisses trailed from his temple to his cracked lips, then to his neck, his jugular then on downward. Just as suddenly as the kisses started, they stopped. Soldier didn't even notice that he had closed his eyes.

"Dell?"

The harsh grinding on his erection stopped. One of Engineer's warm hands grabbed onto his own; calloused fingers interlocking. While the other started to remove his button up shirt. Slowly undoing the buttons, Engineer brought up Soldier's other hand, leaning down far enough he placed a loving kiss onto it.

"I must be the luckiest man in the entire world, You're absolutely stunning."

Soldier could feel a blush spreading across his face.

"I love you so much Dell." He whispered.

The man atop him smiled.

"I love you too Solly."

Without saying any other words Engineer loosened his grip and proceeded to undress himself. Getting his shirt out of the way, Soldier looked at his lover's chest. His broad chest littered with scars and burn marks of battles past looked like a map of the heavens. Soldier desperately wanted to bury his face into the smaller man's chest and kiss all those scars, all those imperfections. He wanted to explore the smaller man's body so badly. But tonight, was Engineer's turn. And what Engie wants, Engie gets. After removing his jeans, Engineer started to slowly undress his partner. Leaving lingering touches and caresses each time an article of clothing was removed. His movements were one of love and desire. Finally, the both of them were undressed. Save for the goggles atop Engineer's head.

"You're really going to keep them on?"

The uncharacteristically soft voice of Soldier broke the silence. Engineer smiled and leaned down into his partner's ear.

"You said I look mighty handsome in my googles. Of course, I'm wearing them Love."

Reaching into the nightstand drawer beside them Engineer pulled out a bottle of lube and coated one of his fingers. Moving to sit beside the larger man Dell brought his free hand to Soldier's thick, well sized length and began to trace feather light touches up and down it. Causing Soldier to whimper and wheeze under the ministrations.

"Hah, please, mnn, please Darling, Please-you tease me so well, God, mmnnn.."

Teasing him for only a short while Dell decided to grant him some mercy and wrapped his fingers around his length in a firm hold and began to pump him in slow and steady movements. The noises of pleasure slowly turned from coherent sentences to wordless noises of praise and appreciation. Slowly as to not startle him, Engineer traced his lubed-up finger at Soldier's tight entrance. The shock of the wet cold finger teasing his ass hole made him scrunch his eyes with pleasure, his cock twitched in Engie's hold and he let out a low crooning sound. Engie would tease his entrance by applying pressure then retracing his hand. Each time he did this his finger would apply more and more force to the tight ring of muscle.

"Please-Oh please-Dell, fuck, I need you I need you so bad-just do it. Please."

His begging turned on the Texan much more then he let on. The fiery pit in his stomach burned bright, his breaths at seeing his boyfriend begging for his fingers made him feel so happy.

"Hush now Solly, let me work my finger in you first for a good while, then I'll let you have me, okay Love?"

Blinking away tears, Soldier nodded his head and gasped when he felt Dell's finger slide in all the way to the knuckle. Soldier was not a virgin by any means, but it has been quite a while since he let anyone do this to him. He was usually on the giving end when it came to intimate moments like this. But tonight, was special. It was their one-year anniversary. And they both wanted to try something different. The sweet drag of the calloused finger tickling his walls set off tiny sparks behind his eyes. Feeling the appendage slowly push in and drag out felt so terribly good. How his finger pressed certain spots and moved around had him crying from pleasure.

Kissing away his tears, Engineer lined up another finger at his entrance and slowly pushed in. The delicious burning stretch sent pleasurable tingles up and down his spine. Small huffs of pleasure and soft noises escaped his mouth. It felt like a warmth spread across his chest and down his body. The way the Engineer steadily pumped at his cock had his muscles contracting and toes curling almost painfully. The way that the two fingers danced and stretched his inner walls inside of him felt oh so much and yet not enough.

"Dell, Dell, Dell, God oh, oh, keep doing that, please it's so good."

Egged on by the words of praise Engineer quickened the pace. The wet slurping sounds that came from Soldier's anus made them both all the more needy. Finally pushing in as far and he could go he let his fingers prod around and explore. Keeping his eyes on Soldier's face Dell noticed how blissed out the man was. How his cheeks had a nice rosy tint and how his eyes seemed to glaze over. Deciding that he had had enough he removed his fingers and dragged them up and down his straining near agonizing erection. Engineer was not a very large man compared to his teammates. He was average build and slightly on the heavy side, but his length made up for what he lacked in height. It was long and thick, not as thick as Soldier's but just enough to provide a wonderful burning stretch to his partner's slick hole.

Moving to a better position, he lifted Soldier's hips up and placed his cock head at his lover's entrance. The warm bulbous head slicked up with a generous amount of lube pushed gently at first. Soldier looked up at Engie with adoration and want.

"Come on, I can take it. Please Baby, please"

Engineer leaned over the larger man and pressed their lips together in a harsh ravenous kiss. The kiss provided enough distraction for the appendage to slide past the tight ring of muscle and sink down all the way to the hilt.

"HMMMmmmMMMm!?"

Breaking the kiss to look at his partner's face for any hint of pain, Soldier wrapped his legs around Engineer's ass to keep him locked in place, effectively trapping the man between his legs.

The way that Soldier looked both in pain and pleasure made his cock twitch. Slowly pushing at the man beneath him Engineer ground his cock in Soldier's velvety walls, causing him to let out a loud wordless wail.

"You alright Solly?"

Without missing a beat Soldier pushed his hips against Dell's own. Causing Dell's cock to hit deeper parts of him that were unknown even to himself. Thus, signaling for the man to continue his actions. Huffing and puffing Engineer set off a brutal pace. The sweet burning stretch of his hole and how the thickness of his lover's shaft felt inside of him made his entire body feel alight. It hit all the right places and the roughness of the pace made his body feel like jelly. The deep echoing pulse of his anus being ravaged by the man he loved made him squeal with pleasure.

"Oh, oh, oh-ah ah aha ha, ye-s yes, God there, God- Dell!~"

Each short, rough thrust felt as if it forced the air out of his lungs, He couldn't tell if he was speaking coherently or moaning like an animal. Dell could feel himself getting closer. With no warning Soldier came. A wordless cry passed his lips as he felt himself release. A few short thrusts later with Soldier bordering overstimulation Dell came with a grunt. His fingers digging harshly into the meaty part of soldier's thighs.

Slowly and as gently as he could, he removed himself from Soldier, and laid down on his side. Somehow the bed survived the first round. Wrapping his arms around Soldier in a warm embrace, he could feel Soldier smile into his neck. Both covered in a mix of fluids they smiled to themselves and rested a while.

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Holy heck, this was a really long one. I kind of got carried away....

Anyways, I think I did pretty good on this fic and I hope that I made you happy anon. Thank you so very much for this request.

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starsfic · 3 months

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Luz and King getting to meet Dell for the first time. Before or after day of unity your call

"She's wonderful."

Luz nearly jumped at the voice from behind her. To be fair, she was distracted by the bustle of the Owl House once again coming to life with the people cooking dinner, eating appetizers, and catching up. In her hands, Stringbean let out a soft giggle, the noise reminding her of the videos of her mami as a child. She turned and felt her eyes go wide.

The man was old, but his eyes had a familiar gleam. Luz had heard about him, but never expected to meet him. "Mr. Clawthorne?"

"You can just call me Dell, if you wish." He held out his hand. "May I see her?" Luz, for a moment, nearly set her hand in his before remembering what his job had been. She nodded, and Stringbean scooted out, settling on Dell's hand with a proud little hiss.

"You did a wonderful job carving them," Dell said again, trained eyes probably scanning, looking over her Palismen. "It's been a while since I've heard of a shifting Palismen, though. They're adorable!"

"Yeah, she is." Luz felt a smile tug on her lips. "Eda helped me carve her egg."

Dell chuckled. "Oh, she did? Did she tell you I helped her carve Owlbert?"

Eda had, her voice soothing as she guided Luz. "My dad helped me do this," she had said, something hitching in her voice. "He loved Palismen. He was heartbroken when he was unable to carve them anymore."

"She did. She loved it."

Dell chuckled, moving forward and gently pressing his forehead against Stringbean. Her snakeshifter's tongue darted out, licking a tear away.

"I did too."

#The Owl House #TOH #my writing #Luz Noceda #Dell Clawthorne #Stringbean #fic #fanfic #fanfiction #prompt fill #prompt fic

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void-occupation · 4 months

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Me??? Projecting on Optimus Prime????? Blasphemy. Could never happen, you're being ridiculous. More likely than you'd think.

#optimus prime #ratchet #miko nakadai #transformers prime #jack darby #raf esquivel #my fic #Optimus Prime has ADHD #I have no idea if I did Miko justice #you guys know that video where they play the 852 hz frequency sound???#yeah #I didn't know about it until it jumped me in a back alley and rooted around in my pockets for my free will #then I showed it to my boyfriend who has severe ADHD and his only response was to say #“wtf was that??? my brain just powered down like a dell computer???”#it's fun

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magpieddd · 3 months

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Here comes Grimm's monthly fanfiction recommendation

But jesus seriously i recommend every single fanfiction of theirs they're all amazingly written, the one i shared is about Vox and Angel's relationship after Vox kills Val, just go read it go go go

#grimm official speaks #their most recent one made me laugh SO much #ALSO i know it's not really a good thing #but I could see myself so much in their description of an asexual Vox. every line i read i went wow that's me #che potrebbe essere un problema contanto che nella maggiorparte delle fic le sue boundaries venivano ignorate e finiva stuprato #ma vabbè #gang traumatizzata rise ip #up #dio porco #fic rec

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teslacoils-and-hubris · 11 months

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Someone help isn't there like. A word for when someone specifically overlooks you because they assume you're less competent/not a threat???? Or am I going insane

#doc rambles #im writing a fic #and the specific situation is that like dell knows how to play up his southern charm thing to get people to not see him as a threat you know #????? i swear to god theres a word for that #help me please google is useless

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maddipoof · 1 year

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There is nothing like staying at home, for real comfort 🌷: maybe a study session turned cuddle with tasm peter parker?

I don't know if you were expecting science but I just cannot. So r has a test on Othello and yeah, it's cute, I like it. thank you for requesting <3 I had fun writing it

WC: 910 (yay my first blurb under 1000 words, improvement)

The very second you sat back down at your desk, half convinced you’re focused enough from another session of pacing around your room, the buzzer went off. You’d almost be annoyed but you didn’t have the time with the half second it took you to realize it had to be Peter. Any other day you’d run over to the door, but today the exhaustion was getting to you. Settling for a rushed walk instead, you leaned down to speak into the little microphone. “Come on up, bugboy.”

“Actually,” you nearly screamed at the voice from outside your half open window. You had your hand over your heart and your back leaning on the wall while Peter watched, hanging upside down with that stupidly adorable smile. “Spiders are arachnids, not bugs.” He lowered himself to the floor and pulled the web down from your fire escape and you practically ran to open the window the rest of the way. You didn’t give him the chance to duck under the window on his own with the way you pulled him down with a hand to the back of his neck. He had to hold himself up with one hand on the sill and the other on the wrist of your hand in his hair. The kiss itself was much gentler than the way you wrapped him into it, but he was alright with that, though with how much he missed you he wouldn’t have minded more. “I haven’t seen you all day.”

“I know, it’s been too long.”

“Mhm, 12 whole hours, basically eternity.”

“If I remember correctly, it’s been 13.”

“Probably right,” he nudged you back a bit so he could climb in and shut the window without turning from you. “And how many of those did you sleep?”

“Hm,” you clicked your tongue while thinking of the best answer that wouldn’t get you sent to bed immediately, but decided the truth was enough. “Um, 5?” Wrong answer, you could see it on his face. “And a half, 5 and a half.”

“And what were you doing all the other 7.5?”

“I don’t know what it is about this essay but I can’t get it right.” You dropped your face into his shoulder and he tried scratching at the back of your neck in an attempt to comfort you.

“For your lit class? When’s it due?”

“That’s the thing,” you rested your chin on his chest and looked up at him with pleading eyes, not really knowing what you were asking for. “I’m just writing it as a practice for my exam, it’s in two days and if I can’t answer the essay question, what’s the point?”

“She gave you the essay question?”

“Yeah. Well, it’s just to analyze a scene and talk about what it means and blah blah blah whatever,” you talked while he pulled you into your room. “But I can’t focus and it’s like my eyeballs want me to fail.”

You stood behind him while he looked over your desk of loose index cards, open binders and notebooks with margins overrun with scribbles, and of course the half written essay on your laptop.

“You wanna sit down and I’ll quiz you on it? So you don’t have to strain your eyes anymore?” He started picking up the notecards before you even answered, just to organize for you if nothing else. You listened and sat on your bed with your back against the wall.

“Yeah, that’s ok.”

“Good, ok, yeah. These ones?” He held up the colorful neon flash cards.

“Mhm, Othello.”

Peter hasn’t even thought of Shakespeare since Macbeth senior year. Too wrapped up in more scientific studies and uh, spiderman-ing. But he’d do it for you.

Three-quarters of the way through the set he could see your breath evening out and your eyes fluttering.

“Here, lay down,” he guided you forward by the shoulder.

“Hm?”

“I’ll read to you.” He slid in behind you on the bed and pulled the blankets over both of you.

“You don’t have your glasses.”

“I’ll manage,” he reached over to grab the book off the table then relaxed back down to pull you to his chest.

“You’ll strain your eyes.” As if he didn’t arrive by swinging from building to building, that’s the danger you were worried about.

“I’ll manage.”

Your head was on his chest and he read over your shoulder.

“Start here,” you pointed to the section your essay was focused on, half way through a passage.

“She gave me for my pains a world of sighs: She swore, in faith, ‘twas strange, 'twas passing strange, 'Twas pitiful, 'twas wondrous pitiful: She wish'd she had not heard it, yet she wish'd That heaven had made her such a man: she thank'd me, And bade me, if I had a friend that loved her, I should but teach him how to tell my story. And that would woo her. Upon this hint I spake: She loved me for the dangers I had pass'd, And I loved her that she did pity them. This only is the witchcraft I have used: Here comes the lady; let her witness it.”

He looked down at you to find you sleeping, happy that you finally found a moment’s rest. He kissed your forehead, wherever he could reach. “I love you.” He wasn’t even sure you could hear, but he needed you to know anyway.

“I love you,” you mumbled into his chest.

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zyrafowe-sny · 1 year

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Dear Bat Queen

Hunter notifies Flapjack's next-of-kin and makes a promise.

Back when Hunter was the Golden Guard, he was sometimes required to inform next-of-kin about casualties among the scouts. For efficiency, he had even put together a form letter.

Dear ____,

I regret to inform you that _____ was permanently disabled/killed in the line of duty. While you must be so ashamed of her/his/their failure to complete further missions for the Emperor, rest assured that she/he/they was/were injured/died to rid the world of the scourge of wild magic. The Emperor is generously giving you a one-time payment of snails for her/his/their service.

In retrospect, he wasn't sure if those words were as comforting as he had once thought. He winced, remembering his past self and how single-minded he'd been serving his uncle. The scouts had seemed expendable, acceptable casualties for the greater good. It hadn't occurred to him that their families might disagree.

In the face of Flapjack's sacrifice, Hunter felt an impulse to inform his Palisman's next-of-kin – namely, the Bat Queen and the countless abandoned Palismen that she cared for. Procuring writing materials had been a small hurdle, but Gus had quietly helped conjure some up for him as soon as he expressed the need.

The others had been very careful around him since their return to the Boiling Isles. They had patched him up and held him close, but had also respected his wishes when he wanted a little space. Mrs. Noceda kept a worried eye on him, but he could write in relative peace.

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#written after Thanks to Them #spoiler tag is for the screenshot #my fanfic #palistrom & promises #the bat queen #hunter the owl house #hunter noceda #dell clawthorne #willow park #the owl house #TOH spoilers #the owl house spoilers #TOH fanfic #the owl house fanfiction #there are two additional fics in the series and some WIPs

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moregraceful · 1 year

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@tofumilanesa said what if thomas bordeleau started knitting and then it was 3am and i'd forgotten to go to bed

#the best part of this fic is everyone being obsessed with aaron dell and aaron dell just being very boring or slightly neggy #unfortunate birdcage fanfictions

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d00dlef0x · 5 months

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Gundam witch but its a Christmas carol au where delling is scrooge, vim is jacob marley, suletta is bob cratchet, etc.

#ive had this idea rattling around in my brain for a while maybe ill write a fic or draw something who know lol #lilique and/or aliya are definitely the ghost(s) of Christmas past #nuno and ojelo would be the ghosts of Christmas present #ghost of Christmas future could be elnora idk ill have to think about that one #*youtuber voice* who do YOU think would play what character leave your answers in the comments below‼️‼️#gundam #gundam witch #g witch #suletta mercury #delling rembran #the witch from mercury

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cluelessatthispoint · 1 year

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Engineer x pyro

Pyro showing engineer there face for the first time and scare he'll freak out due to all the fire damage and scared they'll lose him

I love this ship. It's one of my favorites! Pyro is such a chaotic lil fire guy and Engineer is ready to help/prevent any mischief.

This is so sweet, and I was crying as I wrote this! Thank you so much for this lovely request.

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Pyro grasped the bottom edges of his mask nervously as he stood facing the mirror in Engineer's workshop restroom. The yellow lighting made the whole room appear pale yellow, the buzzing from the florescent lightbulbs accompanied by his soft breathing were the only noises to break the harsh silence. A thousand...no, a million thoughts ran through his head as he peeled up the bottom edges of his gas mask. Rough, scarred, horrid skin starred back from the mirror. It hurt to be like this. Harsh to look at, so strange and unsettling...even to him. How could Dell even love him?

How could Dell even accept him if he couldn't bear to even look at himself in a mirror? Feeling his breath become shallower, he gripped the edge of the bathroom sink to steady himself. His palms felt sweaty, and his harsh grip hurt. The tips of his fingers started to tingle. Startling him from his intrusive thoughts; two slightly burly arms wrapped around his waist and the feeling of a familiar face pressed down into his shoulder.

"Everything alright in here Py?"

Shaking his head slightly no, Pyro tugged the mask back on even lower. His heart beat rapidly in his chest. The feeling of his eyes burning with tears made him sniffle softly. The sound of Dell sighing gently met his ears.

"Oh Fireball....don't cry. It's okay. I'm here, what's wrong?"

Dell gently turned Pyro around to face him and wrapped his arms around him in a warm embrace. The smell of engine oil, sweat and some deodorant met his nostrils. Inhaling softly and exhaling just as softly Pyro let his shoulder relax into Dell's embrace. The feeling of just being held in his lover's arms made him feel so loved and yet so disappointed. Not disappointed with the situation, just disappointment with himself. How could he ever let Dell see him like this? So broken...so scarred?

"Hey now. You don't have to show me your face if you don't want to. I love you just the way that you are. I feel in love with you for your personality. I love you for you and nothing else."

Pyro felt his shoulders shake with messy inhales and sobs. It felt so good to hear those words. Burying his face into Engineer's neck he peeled off his mask slowly. The sound of rubber and latex rustling echoed across the tile. With his mask off the two stood and stayed there. Just the two of them holding each other close in the yellow florescent lights of the bathroom. It couldn't be more perfect.

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AAAAAGH! SO SWEET!

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