#pride month drabbles

[arecaceae175]

IT’S AROMANTIC VISIBILITY DAY!!!!

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825 words of discussions and fluff <3 And everyone's here!

Hyrule: aro/ace, nonbinary, they/them

Wild: aro/ace, genderfluid, he/him today

Sky: polyamorous and bisexual, he/she

Twilight: bisexual, demiboy, he/they

Time: only loves Malon, asexual, agender, xe/xem

Wind: too baby for romance yet but becoming interested, bisexual probably, genderqueer, no pronouns

Four: pansexual and also somewhere on the aro/ace spectrums, genderqueer, she/xe/they

Legend: aro/ace, transfem, they/she

Warriors: gay, grey-aromantic, demisexual, trans man, he/him

“And then she showed me the coolest fruit I’ve ever seen!” Hyrule said, hands thrown out as they recounted their story. 

The chain was sitting in a circle around the fire as they recounted their days. After a long week staying in a town to rid the area of monsters, they decided to have one last day in the town to stock up on supplies then head into the woods for the night. They were all far too tired of socializing with anyone but each other.

Four, Wind, and Wild were sitting together playing some sort of dice game Wind found in town as they listened to the conversation. Time was next to Four, watching the game out of the corner of his eye and seconds away from joining in. Sky and Twilight were sitting on a log with their arms pressed together, wrapped in Sky’s sailcloth and Twilight’s pelt. Legend, Warriors, and Hyrule were on the ground, legs crossed and knees brushing against each other. 

“We shared it and it was so good! She said it was her favorite fruit. I think it might be my favorite fruit now, too,” Hyrule said. 

Sky raised her eyebrows with a smirk and shared a glance with Twilight. Twilight could barely hold back a giggle, and had to hide it behind his fist. 

“She was really cool,” Hyrule finished. They leaned back on their hands and stared at the fire with a dopey smile on their face. 

Warriors chuckled and leaned forward to rest his elbows on his knees. “Sounds like you really liked her,” he said. 

“I did. I almost wish we could go back into town tomorrow,” Hyrule said. Then, they froze, their eyebrows furrowed, and they slowly leaned forward as the realization hit. 

“I’ve never wanted to go to a town before,” Hyrule said slowly. Their voice was slightly distressed. The others looked up from their game in concern, but Sky, Warriors, and Twilight were smiling so no one was too concerned.

“Why do I want to go back? Why do I feel so fluttery talking about her? Did she curse me?” Hyrule frantically turned to Warriors and grabbed onto his arm. “Am I cursed?”

Warriors laughed as he gently pulled Hyrule’s hands from their intense grip on his arm. “You’re not cursed, Rulie. Sounds like you might be attracted to her.”

Hyrule’s expression turned even more confused. “What? Really? But… I’m ace! And aromantic? This has never happened to me before!”

“Malon is the only person I’ve ever felt any kind of attraction toward,” Time said. 

The color drained from Hyrule’s face. They very, very slowly turned to look at Time. “Do I… have to… marry this girl?”

“That’s not-” Time began.

“I’m not ready for marriage!” Hyrule exclaimed.

“Woah, Rulie, calm down. You don’t have to marry anyone if you don’t want to,” Warriors said. He was trying his best to be calm for Hyrule, but internally he was giggling. He had the same reaction, once. 

“Ignore the old man,” Legend said. 

“Good advice,” Four mumbled, still focused on the dice. Wild nodded in agreement. Time sent Four a glare, which she resolutely ignored. Wind stifled a laugh behind a hand. 

“What Time was trying to say,” Warriors continued, “Is if you can feel attraction only sometimes you’re aromantic or asexual. It’s a spectrum. I’m aroace but I’ve still felt attraction to a few men.”

“So… what do I do about it?” Hyrule asked. 

“That’s the fun part. You don’t have to do anything about it,” Warriors said. Hyrule’s eyes were wide as he latched onto every word Warriors said. 

“Really?” Hyrule asked. 

“Yeah, really. You can recognize the feeling, but if you don’t have any desire to act on it, then you don’t have to,” Warriors said. 

“I’ve felt attracted to a few people over the years. I did something about it once, but not the other times,” Four added. 

“Huh,” Hyrule said. Their gaze fell back to the fire as they considered Warriors’ words. “It was fun for today, but… I don’t think I want to do anything about it.”

“Yeah, sticking with the aro/ace crew!” Wild cheered, giving Hyrule a thumbs up from across camp. Hyrule giggled and returned it. 

“Your very first attraction,” Legend said as she slung an arm over Hyrule’s shoulders. “Our little Rulie is all grown up.” 

Hyrule laughed and gently shoved them away. 

“Ah, I remember the first time I felt attracted to someone,” Sky said dreamily. 

“Let me guess,” Twilight said with a grin. “Sun?” 

“Pipit, actually. You met him, right?” Sky asked. 

The group fell back into amiable chatter as Sky recounted his story. Hyrule leaned back on his arms again and fell into thought. They were jolted out of their mind as Legend put an arm around their shoulders again.

“Hey, you good?” Legend asked. 

Hyrule considered, then smiled and nodded. “Yeah,” they said, leaning into Legend’s side. “I’m good.”

#happy pride 🌈 #HAPPY AROMANTIC VISIBILITY DAY #FEEL SEEN FELLOW AROSPECS!!!!!!!! #linked universe #the lu boyos #lu hyrule #lu warriors #lu legend #aromantic #pride month drabbles

[empyreanwritings]

ok but if i opened up drabbles and moodboards for pride month, would anyone wanna send some in? 👀

this would be open to marvel or jjk, maybe even buddy daddies or bsd bc PRIDE

#pride month drabbles #mcu imagines #marvel imagines #jjk imagines #jujutsu kaisen imagines

[starrystevie]

it was all supposed to be a joke. they were supposed to be in steve’s backyard with all their friends and family in shitty lawn chairs, holding cans of budweiser and jamming to whatever song eddie was in the mood for that day blasting through the speakers. steve was supposed to be in front of them all in a tuxedo t-shirt and powder blue dress pants, flowers in his hair that had been teased to high heaven and dark black sunglasses to keep out the bright sun. that’s how they had planned it all those years ago when they’d been high and drunk and young and in love.

but somehow instead, the yard is full of flowers and benches that hopper and wayne put together with spare wood for everyone to sit on and there’s an archway at the end of the aisle and soft acoustic songs spilling gently out of the speakers. steve’s still at the front, that was always supposed to happen, but this time he’s wearing an actual tux, light cream with a boutonnière and everything, and his hair is pushed back just so. there’s no flowers in his hair and no sunglasses but it’s cloudy enough of a day where he doesn’t really need them anyway.

they weren't even supposed to do this. there wasn't supposed to be a grand entrance and a walk down the aisle, no flower girls or ring bearers or anything remotely traditional. but what started off as, "well, i wouldn't mind walking down the aisle," and "i think exchanging rings would be cool," and "who cares if it isn't legal, i'm going to marry you anyway damnit," turned into this beautiful day of friends and family and love.

robin’s standing beside him in a tux of her own, pinstripe grey donning a pocket boutonnière that matches nancy’s bouquet, with a few notecards in her hands. and speaking of nancy, she’s heading down the aisle in a flowing dress, and when her eyes catch robin’s, she crinkles her nose before blowing her a kiss. she stands opposite of steve as eddie's not-quite-bridesmaid and grips her bouquet tightly, her eyes never leaving robin's.

and then there's dustin. he's in a tux that matches steve's and he has his curls pushed back with probably too much gel and a tie that suzie got him for their 3rd anniversary. the best thing he's sporting, though, is the smile on his face and the ring box in his hand and the joy in his eyes as he looks out at the crowd. having him there as best man and smelling the cheap cologne he wears so he seems more grown up calms steve's ever beating heart enough to where he doesn't think he'll throw up from nerves anymore.

all of their loved ones are surrounding them in clothes steve’s never seen before but he couldn’t care at all what they’re wearing because they’re all smiling wide and bright at him. he catches himself rocking back and forth on his feet so he shakes out his hands and holds them behind his back to distract himself. his stomach is rolling with waves or butterflies and when he catches joyce's eye in the front row, she mimes taking in a deep breath which he instantly copies. the soft grin she sends in return tells him that he thinks it could actually work to settle him. mothers have that healing way about them.

he’s never been good with weddings, always fidgeting in a too tight suit his mom picked out, but he never thought he’d be this antsy at his own.

steve's just about to give up and sprint down the aisle to get eddie so they can run away together and leave nerves and or butterflies behind him, but then the music stops. he sees lucas changing out the tapes quickly, giving a thumbs up to mike who throws one to will who runs back behind the shed to where he knows eddie is waiting and when will pops his head back out to run back to his seat, it hits him.

he's getting married.

steve doesn't have time to think about it anymore than he already has been for the last 8 years because eddie's coming around the corner of the shed.

'here comes the sun' is playing out over the speakers, soft and perfect, and eddie's smiling, wide and beautiful, and steve can't help but mirror it back to him. the clouds overhead seem to hear them, hear the song and hear their hearts beating in time with each other, because as soon as eddie gets to the aisle, bright warm rays of sunlight peak out and make the rhinestones he demanded line the lapels of his own black tux shine like real diamonds.

steve stops breathing. he swears he does, and he knows his family are all feeling the same way. he can hear a few gasps, hears joyce muttering what she thinks is a silent, "oh my god," in hop's ear, and watches how wayne stands up just a bit straighter from his front row seat.

eddie glides down the aisle like the drama king he is, soaking in the looks from everyone they care about and soaking in the sun that seems to come out only for him. it's like the sun knows he's a star, too, and wants to come out to be with one of it's own. eddie's always been sunshine and starlight and a blinding thing to look at and take in. he's the light, steve's the moth, and a few clouds on their wedding day could never change it.

"well, that was insanely good timing," eddie whispers to steve once he reaches him. his grin softens and he brings up a hand to wipe gently at the tear tracks on steve's cheeks. "hi, baby."

and steve can do nothing but choke out a laugh, catching eddie's hand in his own so he press a kiss to his palm. he thinks he can feel eddie's heartbeat against his lips and, even if it's his brain playing tricks on him, he likes the sentiment that it brings. "i love you so fucking much."

it's eddie's turn to get teary-eyed and the sun glints off the tears that fall down his cheek before heading back behind the clouds, dotting quick-to-fade sparkles on his face like a wedding present.

steve kisses him. he can't help it. it's nothing but a fast press of lips, watery smile to watery smile, and everyone is cheering except for robin.

"hey! it's not time for that yet," she says with a pretend scowl, arms pressing to each of their chests to keep them apart. it's enough to leave nancy giggling where she stands behind eddie, her laugh like bells bouncing off of the trees surrounding them. "just give me like ten minutes and we'll have you married and you can kiss all you want then."

steve swears he can hear mike groan at that which cause him to grin which cause eddie to grin back and then they're holding hands like it's the only way to get through the next ten minutes. and it might just be the only way to get through it. knowing them, if they didn't hold on tight, one of them would make a move first and there'd be hands around waists and fingers tangled in hair and robin would hate them forever because she wouldn't get to do her speech.

it's after vows are shared, after rings are on fingers, after kisses are pressed to lips and cheeks and temples and hands and everything else they can quickly reach, that the two of them get some peace. everyone is inside eating snacks and drinking cheap champagne, and it goes unspoken that they're going to take some time for themselves. take some time to bask in their new maybe not-so-legally real but as real as could ever be in their hearts marriage.

they make their way, hand in hand like they've always been meant to do, to a table set up for them. eddie pops a bottle of champagne that they pass back and forth between themselves as they share cheesy smiles and champagne-laced kisses. and it's as they look into each other's eyes, fingers lacing so their rings clink softly against each other, that the sun peaks out to say hello once more.

#hi so this is the post from that poll i had going around for a bit #my friend got married last wekend and it was super cloudy but as soon she she came out to walk do the aisle to hear comes the sun #the sun came out and shone only on her i'm not even fucking joking #literally not a dry eye in the house when it happened #her now husband was like bent over crying it was so sweet #steddie #steddie headcanon #my writing #steve harrington #eddie munson #steddie drabble #steddie ficlet #steddie fluff #oh ps happy pride month to steddie

[yandereworlds]

I know this is late, BUT HAPPY PRIDE MONTH FROM MY YANDERE BOYS TO YOU! Hope you guys had an amazing pride month! <3 𖦹 Join our Discord server to get early access to art, polls, headcanons and more! 𖦹

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[epiclamer]

HELLOO

villain caretaker and a sheepish hero whumpee ????????????????(!;!(&((!(!(' go

for you and your wife : 🌸🌺🌼🍄

Her favourite flower is lavender actually, but thank you.

Soup for the Soul

The scene in front of them was definitely not reflective of their hero. A shivering, shaking, sweating mess of their former self, buried under a mountain of blankets and tissues that fell to the floor after only a minute or so had passed in between the hero’s fingers.

Masking the slight worry in their mind with a smirk as the villain approached the other sprawled out on the couch. “What are you wearing?”

With only a slight delay, the hero’s head perked up from its spot on the armrest, only to fall back down after they had caught a glimpse of their nemesis in the corner of the room. The villain pushed themselves away from the wall and slowly centred around the hero, standing over them at last.

“I mean seriously, what is that?”

The hero sighed, dropping another tissue to the floor in defeat, pulling one more from their increasingly thinning box. “It’s all I have left. Everything else is covered in vomit or snot or some other sick germ.”

Their voice was sick—if their body didn’t portray that enough already—it was a deep sick, like one’s classic cold times eight. Mucus must’ve been coating their entire respiratory system, not to mention it probably fogged their brain up too.

“So you chose to go with the hot pink princess outfit? Made for twelve year old girls?”

“My mom bought it for me.” They snapped, too upset to not set off flags in the villain’s mind.

Idly the villain began reorganizing and fiddling with the medications and dishes on the coffee table at the hero’s feet. “My mom buys me things too, but it sure as hell isn’t from the women’s youth section.” They muttered, both hands filled with dirty dishes as they headed to deposit them in the kitchen. “And even if they were, you wouldn’t catch me wearing them if it meant I had to go to the dry cleaners naked.”

That got a chuckle out of the hero at least, a little bit of life still salvageable. The villain continued their tidying as the hero closed their eyes, shaking their head a little as they grinned.

“My advice? Call your mother and get your receipt to return it for something way more revealing.”

There was a pause, then the hero sighed again. “I don’t talk to her anymore.”

“Maybe your father has it?”

The villain watched as the hero shrugged, eyes still closed. “Don’t talk with him either.”

As much as the conversation had taken a somber turn, the villain had barely any experience with heavy subjects as such. Their main resort was humour, but they doubted that would help in a moment like this. Instead they tried their best to keep busy with their hands, purposefully clanking pots against each other and utensils together to fill the void-like silence.

Food always helped in tense situations like these, especially hot soup for the soul. So they let the silence stretch on until the only thing left to do was wait for a boil.

“If you don’t mind me asking; why?” Quietly as ever, the villain dug through the cabinets in the hero’s kitchen until the pads of their fingers struck gold.

The first aid kit.

The hero hummed, never looking up, focused entirely on relaxing their sore muscles as the villain approached. “We have a history of not seeing eye to eye.”

Dropping the first aid kit to the floor the villain followed suit as they sat. Gentle hands prying over the other’s arm as they got started, mumbling in agreement while they got out ointments, bandaids and gauze.

“But particularly we never agreed on me. My life, my choices, who I am.” Their skin flushed slightly at the touch of their nemesis, goosebumps coating them in a matter of seconds, which in their head they blamed on the cool sensation of the ointment being rubbed into their raw skin. But they knew it wasn’t the truth.

“Those ones are the worst.” The criminal whispered as they kept massaging the ointment into any scabs, scrapes or areas of flaky, dry skin. Their arms both looked a mess of eczema that was left far too long untreated.

The hero couldn’t stop the blush from reaching their cheeks as they watched the villain work diligently on their sorest spots. Noticing their issues and helping them fix it. The same type of care the hero would’ve killed for as a child. “Yeah…”

Embarrassed as they were, the hero was sure that the villain could hear them swallow nervously or at least feel their pounding heart. But if they did, they didn’t mention anything about it.

“Funnily enough, they still message me. Trying to get me to ‘change my mind’ or ‘take a different path’ as if this shit is my choice.”

The villain crooked an eyebrow, eyes flicking up for a millisecond to latch onto the hero’s before returning to their work. “I’m guessing they send you gifts too. Playing off the fact that these clothes look new and not like they were passed through your childhood.”

They nodded, shutting their eyes again as their face got redder. Avoiding any type of glance at themselves and their humiliating get up, the more they thought about it, the more the hero wanted to cry.

A bubbling hiss sounded from the kitchen and the villain shot up and ran to the stove. Immediately shutting off the burner and pulling the pot of soup off to try and stop it’s over-boiling, the villain breathed in content as it calmed down quickly. Taking out two bowls and two spoons as they poured equal parts before carrying it to the couch side where they last were.

“Don’t worry about it, okay?” They handed their enemy a bowl and a spoon, relishing in the cute dusting of pink on the tips of the other’s ears. “Eat up and then just relax. I’ll handle laundry and we’ll get you out of that get up, then I’ll treat the rest of you, sound good?”

The hero smiled, nodding their head once more as they struggled up to a seated position and shovelled the hot meal down their throat in seconds. Their parents wouldn’t have approved of the villain either, but they didn’t control the hero anymore.

The villain made them feel free, and that was all they needed.

#HERO IS A TRANSMAN (or nonbinaire) IF YOU SQUINT #IM SORRY I DIDNT DO ANYTJING FOR PRIDE MONTH #IM SO BEHIND #TRANS REP GUYS PLS #yall pls tell me this is okay/- #i dont know how to write trans characters— #is this okay???? #hero x villain #villain #villain x hero #hero #drabbles #fantasy #imagines #scenarios #hero and villain #villain and hero #heroes #villains #heroes x villains #villains x heroes #heroes and villains #villains and heroes #sickfic #sick hero #caretaker villain #whump #whumpee #caretaker #hero whump

[shuniverse]

day one ;; felix lee

“lix?”

you weren’t sure where he was, but you knew you heard something from one of the back rooms.

“in here sweetheart!”

his Aussie accent made you smile, and you kicked off your shoes and followed to where he was.

you knocked a couple times before opening the door, and you swore you could’ve teared up at the sight before you.

felix, your ever so lovable boyfriend, with your cat, putting little decorations on a cake.

a blue, purple, and pink cake.

with two little flags. and a little bbokari face on it.

with the words ‘happy pride’ in adorably written silver cursive on the top.

“happy pride baby!”

he held it up for you, your cat coming down to the floor and rubbing against your shins, and he had the biggest smile on his face.

“oh lixie..”

his smile made you smile, and he sets down the cake and comes over to hug you, kissing your head. “I’m so proud of you baby, and know I’ll always be here to celebrate you, and I love everything about you.”

his words made you start to cry, holding onto him.

“god thank you lix.. I love you so much..”

he smiles and kisses your head again before nestling his cheek against your hair. “I love you so so much, angel, happy pride.”

;; - ;;

felix’s day-one-til-pride drabble! I hope you enjoyed <3

lix brings me immense comfort and I wanted to include him as my first !

also, since I’m doing 17 or so til pride, I’ll have some new surprise ones when the actual month comes along, so be ready !

- alice <3

#alices pride drabbles #felix lee #lee felix #lee felix imagines #lee felix x reader #lee felix drabbles #felix fluff #felix being amazing #I love him I need pride month happiness from him 😭

[onippep]

So you wearing your leather or...

Yepyep! Gus just finished washing it for me.

#;pizzasks #;peppino speaks #leaddyart #;pride month #the fact someone remembered that he's part of that subculture #from a one off mention in a drabble i did #YALL it tickles me so much

[embersofhope-if]

i would suggest a drabble where MC and Ash are hanging out for the last time before the games for the pride drabble (with it being WLW, MLM or just in general queer) but i feel like u got enough drabbles on your plate so just ignore this idea

uhm lets pretend its still june. this is both f!ash and m!ash but the only thing that's different is when Mc fixes Ash's hair.

there aren't really any trigger warnings. Mc does mention death a couple of times but that's really it. anyways! enjoy<3

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ˏˋ°•*⁀➷ F!Ash Versionˏˋ°•*⁀➷

It's hot, hotter than a normal July night. Just lying in my bed with a thin sheet is making me sweat so much I think I might drown in it. I know getting up to open my window might help to cool my room down but the very idea of moving conjures up an image of me bursting into flames as soon as I stand. I resign myself to sweat to death in my bed, or at least suffer until Ash decides to actually show up.   

This is her stupid tradition, and she doesn’t even show up on time. I should just tell her to go home when she shows up, it's what she deserves for forcing me to wait in my oven of a bedroom.  

But I wouldn’t do that. As much as I’m suffering in my room, she’s the one who has to sneak across the entire city. It would just be cruel to force her to go back without indulging her just a little bit.  

I doubt she’d even be upset if I did tell her to leave though, just allows her to go to the places she wants to go instead of worrying about me tripping on a rooftop and falling to my death.  

Just as I begin to contemplate moving downstairs, I hear a shuffle at my window and a slight knock. I quickly stand to go and open it, desperate to finally get out of this room.   

As soon as she catches sight of me Ash flashes a smile that she quickly drops trying to catch her breath. With how flushed her cheeks are and the fact that I can hear how hard her breathing is through the window she must’ve sprinted halfway across the city.  

“Can you please let me in? I didn’t come this far just to be shot out of your window by a peacekeeper” she manages to say; sounding only slightly like she’s about to pass out.  

“I don’t know. Maybe I enjoy watching you struggle to open an unlocked window.” I respond, already sliding the window open. Before I fully step away Ash falls into the room.   

I reach out to steady her, trying to make sure she doesn’t fall and wake up my entire family. Mother may like Ash, but I know for a fact that if she finds her breaking into my bedroom Ash would never be allowed back into the house again.  

“Are you alright?” I ask, worrying that she may have hurt herself trying to get here before it got too late in the night. The fact that she even has enough energy to get here after working all day in the factory will never not amaze me.   

“I'm fine. Don’t worry,” she responds, finally able to take a breath without wheezing. I realize that I’m still holding onto her arms, and she has yet to pull away from me. My cheeks flush at the realization at the lack of distance between us but I can’t bring myself to pull away either.   

With how close I am I'm able to see every freckle that’s scattered across her face, able to count every one of her ridiculously long eyelashes that Ash says are more of a curse than a blessing with how often they fall into her eyes. Her cheeks are rosy, but whether that’s from her being overheated or she's blushing as much as I am I’m not entirely sure. I look down at her lips and feel like I’m caught in a trance.   

Kiss her.   

Every other thought disappears from my mind focusing only on Ash's lips and how badly I want to kiss her. I bring my hand up, tracing the edge of her lips. They’re slightly chapped and I can tell she’s been picking at them recently. Something I know she only does whenever she’s worried.  

Just kiss her. It’ll make her feel better. Make her forget whatever she’s worried about.  

Before I get the chance to lean in Ash wraps her hand around mine and steps back. I can feel a bubble of disappointment rising in my chest and I do everything I can to not let it show on my face.  

“C’mon we can’t just stay in here the whole night,” she says, and I fight the urge to groan. Climbing buildings and sneaking around the city in this heat is the last thing I want to do.   

As she moves to the window I hesitate, contemplating just asking her to stay in for the night, but before I’m able to ask she’s already slipping back out into the night. Now I don’t have any type of fight in this, do I?  

I lean out of the window and look around making sure no peacekeepers are passing by. The streetlights are so dim I doubt that they would even be able to see me. Still, I try to move as fast as I can.  

At first, the heat is almost unbearable, but then I feel a slight breeze that causes me to shiver when it hits my sweat-soaked shirt. The higher I climb the more the wind picks up, causing the fire escape to creak and shake.  

Despite being in the best part of District 8 the fire escape is covered in so much rust I think it might be more of a safety hazard than anything. It creaks so loudly when I climb it, I think it might break off. Every time I feel the vibrations of Ash walking above me, I think the thing is actually coming down and dragging the two of us with it.  

Falling to my death on the very thing that’s supposed to help me survive would honestly be a funny way to go. At least there’s a sense of irony in it. I can think of a million worse ways to die. Including the very thing I’ve been trying to avoid thinking about all day.   

The Hunger Games.  

I know the chances of me being reaped are practically none, but the thought still haunts me. My name is still in that bowl, surrounded by thousands of other names, yes, but it's still in there all the same. I’m the lucky one compared to everyone else. How many times has the mayor's child been reaped to fight in the games? I can't think of a single time, not even in Districts like 1 and 2. Despite people being encouraged to volunteer there the mayor's children are never among them. Maybe they know something the rest don’t or maybe they just don’t feel the need to die for their District when there are already so many people clamoring to do it first.  

I’m so caught up in my head thinking about the Games I barely even noticed how much I’ve climbed. I look up and see Ash scaling the small ladder that leads to the roof. The fact that she hasn’t said a word since we’ve been out here worries me.   

Normally she’d at least whisper something to me but tonight she’s been completely silent. Maybe she’s thinking about the games too. I know she had to sign up for Tessera this year, even with the food I was able to give her it just wasn’t enough.   

Trying to convince her that I can just steal more food from my home was useless. I know it's not her pride stopping her from taking the food. Ash has never been that type of person. Confident? Yes, but never prideful. The fact that she refuses to let me help her is driving me insane. Maybe it's not just the Games that’s worrying her but something else. I try to come up with any other idea, but it feels impossible that it could be anything but that. 

As I reach the top and climb onto the roof, I see Ash just a few steps away. She’s looking off to the west, and I can tell she's mapping out which way we’re going to go. 

“Alright let's get moving before it gets too late”, I hear Ash say as she moves to jump to the next rooftop. I don’t even get the chance to ask which way we’re going. I’ve got to follow her and hope she remembers not to pick rooftops that I will die trying to jump to.  

I take a deep breath and jump to the first roof, running to catch up to Ash. She stops on the edge and turns to look at me, making sure that I’m right beside her before she gets too far ahead.   

“We’re going the same way we did last year, okay?” she says to me, the moon lighting up her eyes. There’s amusement in her voice and I can already tell what she’s about to ask.   

“You want to race don’t you,” I say before she gets the chance to say it first. She always beats me. Sometimes it seems like beating me in an incredibly illegal race is her proudest achievement. For how observant she is I don’t know how she hasn’t noticed that I’m letting her win. Ash may be better at ridiculously dangerous climbs but I’m still faster than her. She and Calliope like to joke that my biggest skill is that I can run away. I seriously hope I’ll never have to put that skill to the test. Racing Ash is about as much practice as I get with it.  

Ash lets out a laugh and for a moment I can see my Ash again, not the worrywart that’s hardly said a word to me the whole way up here.   

“Oh of course I do. At this point, it might as well be a part of the tradition.”  

I take a moment pretending to think about if I’m going to agree. We both know I’m going to say yes but this is as much a part of the tradition as the race itself. I pause and make a show of deciding on my answer.  

“Alright fine but if I win, I get a prize,” I say already getting ready to take off. There was one year when Ash took off before I could even finish my sentence. I may let her win but I’m going to make her work for it.   

“If I win, again, I also get a prize” she responds, I nod in agreement and we both get ready to run.   

“One, two, three”   

And we’re both off with me taking the lead. The first three rooftops are easy, it’s the fourth one that’s a bit of a struggle. With the first three, all you’ve got to do is jump down and run straight until you get to the next one, but the fourth roof has a small fence you have to jump over; to get high enough to do it you have to climb on top of an ac unit and take a not so small leap. Miss the landing and you’re falling to your death. Making the landing but still hitting the fence honestly is only slightly better. Not that I would prefer either, but impaling myself on a fence sounds better than falling off a building. Making the jump and feeling only slightly like you’ve injured yourself is genuinely the best case scenario; for me at least. 

I turn to see how close Ash is; she’s halfway across the second rooftop and if I want to keep my lead, I have to make the jump quickly. I climb the ac unit as quickly as I can and get ready to jump. I can’t afford to hesitate on this. I hesitate I die. This whole race is for fun but that doesn’t distract me from how dangerous this really is. I run across what little room I have on the unit and jump.   

Time freezes and I try not to look down. Try not to focus on the feeling of falling. Try not to think about how I could’ve completely screwed up this jump and I won’t even realize till it's too late. Suddenly I feel my feet hit the ground of the fourth roof. A jolt of pain is sent up my leg from the force of my landing, but other than that, I’m completely fine. I turn back just in time to see Ash take the jump as well and land significantly more smoothly than I did.   

She stops for a moment and we both take the second to look the other over and make sure we’re alright. Ash’s hair is in her face, but I can see that she’s still smiling; fighting back the urge to laugh. I so badly want to reach out and fix her hair. Just stop the race and enjoy her for a second but I know she wouldn’t let me. Not if it means she loses. Almost in unison, we take off again. The most dangerous part is over now; all we have to do is make sure not to be seen.  

We keep running for a good twenty minutes until finally I can see our goal. An abandoned building with an old water tower on the top. I’ve tried to figure out what the building was used for. There aren’t very many places in District 8 that aren’t used for something, so finding a completely abandoned one is more unsettling than anything. I don’t even remember how we found it. All I know is that one day I stopped feeling unsettled when I was there. One day I felt more comfortable there than anywhere else in District 8. One day it stopped being some old building and became ours.   

Our sanctuary away from the rest of the world. A place that only me and Ash know about.  

Normally it's about here that I start to slow down and let Ash overtake me in the race, but there’s a part of me that wants to win this time. I could use my prize to make Ash tell me what’s been bothering her so much, but that seems too unfair. If she wants to tell me what’s wrong, I couldn’t force her to. I wouldn’t want to force her to do anything at all. So, I start to slow down making it seem like I’m trying my best to catch my breath.   

Ash overtakes me just as we reach the last ladder, and she begins to climb.  I can already hear her shouts of excitement over winning, again. How she manages to still be so excited about winning the same thing every year is beyond me. Maybe next year I shouldn’t let her win. Bring down that ego of hers that only gets bigger with every race.   

But then I see the look of pure glee on Ash’s face as I climb onto the roof, and I know for a fact I’d never do anything to ruin it. Knowing that she’s happy in this moment is worth a slightly bruised ego.  

“Surprise, I win again,” Ash says brightly. She’s still out of breath from the run and is trying very hard to hide it. Her hair has almost completely fallen out of its braid, and it’s plastered to her face with sweat.   

“Oh, how shocking. I really didn’t see that one coming” I reply, rolling my eyes and reaching out to fix her hair; undoing what’s left of her braid and running my fingers through it trying to get rid of the tangles. “Now, what’s the prize this time.”  

I don’t even realize how close I’ve gotten to her until I notice all I can smell is her. The scent of cinnamon and leather is so intoxicating I could almost get drunk on it. As if I didn’t feel like her presence alone was enough to get drunk. All I can feel is the softness of her hair and her breath on my skin and it makes me feel like I’m spinning.  

I finally finish fixing her hair, but I can’t bring myself to pull away. I honestly think I might fall over if I try, and with the way Ash is gripping my arms, I think she might be having the same problem.  

At that moment, the world seems to fade and it’s just the two of us on that rooftop, bathed in the moonlight. We’re so close I can see her pulse racing at her neck, and I can feel the electricity in the air. Ash’s eyes lock with mine, and I see a mix of emotions swirling within them: excitement, anticipation, and something else. Something that she’s doing everything in her power to hide from me.   

Worry.   

She’s still worrying about the same thing that’s been bothering her all night. It must be the Games; there’s no other possibility; nothing else would make sense.  

I should pull away right now and ask her what’s wrong, but I keep looking at her and the thought of breaking this moment physically pains me. There is only one thing I can think of at this moment.   

Kiss her.  

I can’t hold back any longer. My heart is screaming for her, and I lean in, closing the distance between us. Our lips meet, and it’s like fireworks exploding in my chest. Time seems to stand still as we kiss. It’s soft, tender, and filled with all the thoughts and emotions that were too afraid to say out loud. I try to kiss away her worry and fear of what’s going to happen tomorrow. Replace her fear with the knowledge that no matter what happens I’ll be here for her, and I know that she’ll be here for me.  

Eventually, we pull away, both with wide smiles on our faces. Our foreheads rest against each other, and our breathing begins to steady. For a long quiet moment, we just stare at each other, comforted by the other's presence.  

“I know what I want my prize to be,” Ash whispers as she wraps her arms around me and leads us both in a slow sway to music that only she can hear.  

That’s right she still hasn’t claimed her prize yet. Last year she asked for some pastries and the year before that she had asked for my old pair of boots. Neither of which surprised me if I'm honest, normally it's easy to guess what she wants, but this year something feels off.   

“Alright, your wish is my command,” I say with a slight chuckle, and I try to move us into a proper waltz, but Ash doesn’t let me. Instead, she wraps herself around me even tighter than before and we stop moving altogether. Okay, something is seriously wrong; I’d be blind to not see it.   

Before I can ask her what the problem is, she pulls back and cups my face in both hands. Confused, I look into her eyes only to find her staring at me with such an intense look it startles me.   

“I want you to promise me that no matter what happens tomorrow you will keep helping my family,” she says with such finality that I struggle to respond.   

Why would tomorrow be any different than any other reaping day? She can’t possibly think that she’s going to be the one reaped. It’s almost always somebody neither of us has heard of. It’s sad to see them go but at the end of the day, they’re nobody.   

Ash is somebody.  

If she gets reaped there would be an uproar. Right? But what could anybody do if she was? What could I do if she was? Nothing. I could do absolutely nothing. Just like she would be able to do nothing if I’m the one who’s reaped.  

This must be what she’s been worried about all day. Why Ash is convinced that she’s going to be the one going into the Games I’m not sure, but if it’ll calm her down then I’ll promise her what she wants.   

“Okay, I’ll make sure they’re alright”, I say nodding my head and reaching out to cover her hands that still hold my face. I expect her to pull away, but she doesn’t.  

“I need you to say you promise”, Ash pleads, and I can feel my heart shatter when I notice that she’s starting to cry. Without thinking I pull her into me wrapping myself around her.   

“I promise you, Ash. As long as I live nothing will ever happen to them.”   

ˏˋ°•*⁀➷ M!Ash Versionˏˋ°•*⁀➷

It's hot, hotter than a normal July night. Just lying in my bed with a thin sheet is making me sweat so much I think I might drown in it. I know getting up to open my window might help to cool my room down but the very idea of moving conjures up an image of me bursting into flames as soon as I stand. I resign myself to sweat to death in my bed, or at least suffer until Ash decides to actually show up.   

This is his stupid tradition, and he doesn’t even show up on time. I should just tell him to go home when He shows up, it's what he deserves for forcing me to wait in my oven of a bedroom.  

But I wouldn’t do that. As much as I’m suffering in my room, He’s the one who has to sneak across the entire city. It would just be cruel to force him to go back without indulging him just a little bit.  

I doubt he’d even be upset if I did tell him to leave though, just allows him to go to the places he wants to go instead of worrying about me tripping on a rooftop and falling to my death.  

Just as I begin to contemplate moving downstairs, I hear a shuffle at my window and a slight knock. I quickly stand to go and open it, desperate to finally get out of this room.   

As soon as he catches sight of me Ash flashes a smile that he quickly drops trying to catch his breath. With how flushed his cheeks are and the fact that I can hear how hard his breathing is through the window he must’ve sprinted halfway across the city.  

“Can you please let me in? I didn’t come this far just to be shot out of your window by a peacekeeper” He manages to say; sounding only slightly like he’s about to pass out.  

“I don’t know. Maybe I enjoy watching you struggle to open an unlocked window.” I respond, already sliding the window open. Before I fully step away Ash falls into the room.   

I reach out to steady him, trying to make sure he doesn’t fall and wake up my entire family. Mother may like Ash, but I know for a fact that if he finds him breaking into my bedroom Ash will never be allowed back into the house again.  

“Are you alright?” I ask, worrying that he may have hurt himself trying to get here before it got too late in the night. The fact that he even has enough energy to get here after working all day in the factory will never not amaze me.   

“I'm fine. Don’t worry,” He responds, finally able to take a breath without wheezing. I realize that I’m still holding onto his arms, and he has yet to pull away from me. My cheeks flush at the realization of the lack of distance between us but I can’t bring myself to pull away either.   

With how close I am I'm able to see every freckle that’s scattered across his face, able to count every one of his ridiculously long eyelashes that Ash says are more of a curse than a blessing with how often they fall into his eyes. His cheeks are rosy, but whether that’s from him being overheated or he's blushing as much as I am I’m not entirely sure. I look down at his lips and feel like I’m caught in a trance.   

Kiss him.   

Every other thought disappears from my mind focusing only on Ash's lips and how badly I want to kiss him. I bring my hand up, tracing the edge of his lips. They’re slightly chapped and I can tell he’s been picking at them recently. Something I know he only does whenever he’s worried.  

Just kiss him. It’ll make him feel better. Make him forget whatever He’s worried about.  

Before I get the chance to lean in Ash wraps his hand around mine and steps back. I can feel a bubble of disappointment rising in my chest and I do everything I can to not let it show on my face.  

“C’mon we can’t just stay in here the whole night,” he says, and I fight the urge to groan. Climbing buildings and sneaking around the city in this heat is the last thing I want to do.   

As he moves to the window I hesitate, contemplating just asking him to stay in for the night, but before I’m able to ask he’s already slipping back out into the night. Now I don’t have any type of fight in this, do I?  

I lean out of the window and look around making sure no peacekeepers are passing by. The streetlights are so dim I doubt that they would even be able to see me. Still, I try to move as fast as I can.  

At first, the heat is almost unbearable, but then I feel a slight breeze that causes me to shiver when it hits my sweat-soaked shirt. The higher I climb the more the wind picks up, causing the fire escape to creak and shake.  

Despite being in the best part of District 8 the fire escape is covered in so much rust I think it might be more of a safety hazard than anything. It creaks so loudly when I climb it, I think it might break off. Every time I feel the vibrations of Ash walking above me, I think the thing is actually coming down and dragging the two of us with it.  

Falling to my death on the very thing that’s supposed to help me survive would honestly be a funny way to go. At least there’s a sense of irony in it. I can think of a million worse ways to die. Including the very thing I’ve been trying to avoid thinking about all day.   

The Hunger Games.  

I know the chances of me being reaped are practically none, but the thought still haunts me. My name is still in that bowl, surrounded by thousands of other names, yes, but it's still in there all the same. I’m the lucky one compared to everyone else. How many times has the mayor's child been reaped to fight in the games? I can't think of a single time, not even in Districts like 1 and 2. Despite people being encouraged to volunteer there the mayor's children are never among them. Maybe they know something the rest don’t or maybe they just don’t feel the need to die for their District when there are already so many people clamoring to do it first.  

I’m so caught up in my head thinking about the Games I barely even noticed how much I’ve climbed. I look up and see Ash scaling the small ladder that leads to the roof. The fact that he hasn’t said a word since we’ve been out here worries me.   

Normally he’d at least whisper something to me but tonight he’s been completely silent. Maybe he’s thinking about the games too. I know he had to sign up for Tessera this year, even with the food I was able to give him it just wasn’t enough.   

Trying to convince him that I can just steal more food from my home was useless. I know it's not his pride stopping him from taking the food. Ash has never been that type of person. Confident? Yes, but never prideful. The fact that he refuses to let me help him is driving me insane. Maybe it's not just the Games that’s worrying him but something else. I try to come up with any other idea, but it feels impossible that it could be anything but that. 

As I reach the top and climb onto the roof, I see Ash just a few steps away. He’s looking off to the west, and I can tell he's mapping out which way we’re going to go. 

“Alright let's get moving before it gets too late”, I hear Ash say as he moves to jump to the next rooftop. I don’t even get the chance to ask which way we’re going. I’ve got to follow him and hope he remembers not to pick rooftops that I will die trying to jump to.  

I take a deep breath and jump to the first roof, running to catch up to Ash. He stops on the edge and turns to look at me, making sure that I’m right beside him before he gets too far ahead.   

“We’re going the same way we did last year, okay?” He says to me, the moon lights up his eyes. There’s amusement in his voice and I can already tell what he’s about to ask.   

“You want to race don’t you,” I say before he gets the chance to say it first. He always beats me. Sometimes it seems like beating me in an incredibly illegal race is his proudest achievement. For how observant he is I don’t know how he hasn’t noticed that I’m letting him win. Ash may be better at ridiculously dangerous climbs but I’m still faster than him. He and Calliope like to joke that my biggest skill is that I can run away. I seriously hope I’ll never have to put that skill to the test. Racing Ash is about as much practice as I get with it.  

Ash lets out a laugh and for a moment I can see my Ash again, not the worrywart that’s hardly said a word to me the whole way up here.   

“Oh of course I do. At this point, it might as well be a part of the tradition.”  

I take a moment pretending to think about if I’m going to agree. We both know I’m going to say yes but this is as much a part of the tradition as the race itself. I pause and make a show of deciding on my answer.  

“Alright fine but if I win, I get a prize,” I say already getting ready to take off. There was one year when Ash took off before I could even finish my sentence. I may let him win but I’m going to make him work for it.   

“If I win, again, I also get a prize” He responds, I nod in agreement and we both get ready to run.   

“One, two, three”   

And we’re both off with me taking the lead. The first three rooftops are easy, it’s the fourth one that’s a bit of a struggle. With the first three, all you’ve got to do is jump down and run straight until you get to the next one, but the fourth roof has a small fence you have to jump over; to get high enough to do it you have to climb on top of an ac unit and take a not so small leap. Miss the landing and you’re falling to your death. Making the landing but still hitting the fence honestly is only slightly better. Not that I would prefer either, but impaling myself on a fence sounds better than falling off a building. Making the jump and feeling only slightly like you’ve injured yourself is genuinely the best-case scenario; for me at least. 

I turn to see how close Ash is; He’s halfway across the second rooftop and if I want to keep my lead, I have to make the jump quickly. I climb the ac unit as quickly as I can and get ready to jump. I can’t afford to hesitate on this. I hesitate I die. This whole race is for fun but that doesn’t distract me from how dangerous this really is. I run across what little room I have on the unit and jump.   

Time freezes and I try not to look down. Try not to focus on the feeling of falling. Try not to think about how I could’ve completely screwed up this jump and I won’t even realize till it's too late. Suddenly I feel my feet hit the ground of the fourth roof. A jolt of pain is sent up my leg from the force of my landing, but other than that, I’m completely fine. I turn back just in time to see Ash take the jump as well and land significantly more smoothly than I did.   

He stops for a moment and we both take the second to look the other over and make sure we’re alright. Ash’s hair is in his face, but I can see that He’s still smiling; fighting back the urge to laugh. I so badly want to reach out and fix his hair. Just stop the race and enjoy him for a second but I know he wouldn’t let me. Not if it means he loses. Almost in unison, we take off again. The most dangerous part is over now; all we have to do is make sure not to be seen.  

We keep running for a good twenty minutes until finally I can see our goal. An abandoned building with an old water tower on the top. I’ve tried to figure out what the building was used for. There aren’t very many places in District 8 that aren’t used for something, so finding a completely abandoned one is more unsettling than anything. I don’t even remember how we found it. All I know is that one day I stopped feeling unsettled when I was there. One day I felt more comfortable there than anywhere else in District 8. One day it stopped being some old building and became ours.   

Our sanctuary away from the rest of the world. A place that only me and Ash know about.  

Normally it's about here that I start to slow down and let Ash overtake me in the race, but there’s a part of me that wants to win this time. I could use my prize to make Ash tell me what’s been bothering her so much, but that seems too unfair. If he wants to tell me what’s wrong, I couldn’t force him to. I wouldn’t want to force him to do anything at all. So, I start to slow down making it seem like I’m trying my best to catch my breath.   

Ash overtakes me just as we reach the last ladder, and he begins to climb.  I can already hear his shouts of excitement over winning, again. How he manages to still be so excited about winning the same thing every year is beyond me. Maybe next year I shouldn’t let him win. Bring down that ego of his that only gets bigger with every race.   

But then I see the look of pure glee on Ash’s face as I climb onto the roof, and I know for a fact I’d never do anything to ruin it. Knowing that He’s happy in this moment is worth a slightly bruised ego.  

“Surprise, I win again,” Ash says brightly. He’s still out of breath from the run and is trying very hard to hide it. His hair has is completely all over the place, and it’s plastered to his face with sweat.   

“Oh, how shocking. I really didn’t see that one coming” I reply, rolling my eyes and reaching out to fix his hair; smoothing down the fly aways and running my fingers through it trying to get rid of the tangles. “Now, what’s the prize this time.”  

I don’t even realize how close I’ve gotten to him until I notice all I can smell is him. The scent of cinnamon and leather is so intoxicating I could almost get drunk on it. As if I didn’t feel like his presence alone was enough to get drunk. All I can feel is the softness of his hair and his breath on my skin and it makes me feel like I’m spinning.  

I finally finish fixing his hair, but I can’t bring myself to pull away. I honestly think I might fall over if I try, and with the way Ash is gripping my arms, I think He might be having the same problem.  

At that moment, the world seems to fade and it’s just the two of us on that rooftop, bathed in the moonlight. We’re so close I can see his pulse racing at his neck, and I can feel the electricity in the air. Ash’s eyes lock with mine, and I see a mix of emotions swirling within them: excitement, anticipation, and something else. Something that he’s doing everything in his power to hide from me.   

Worry.   

He’s still worrying about the same thing that’s been bothering him all night. It must be the Games; there’s no other possibility; nothing else would make sense.  

I should pull away right now and ask him what’s wrong, but I keep looking at him and the thought of breaking this moment physically pains me. There is only one thing I can think of at this moment.   

Kiss him.  

I can’t hold back any longer. My heart is screaming for him, and I lean in, closing the distance between us. Our lips meet, and it’s like fireworks exploding in my chest. Time seems to stand still as we kiss. It’s soft, tender, and filled with all the thoughts and emotions that were too afraid to say out loud. I try to kiss away his worry and fear of what’s going to happen tomorrow. Replace his fear with the knowledge that no matter what happens I’ll be here for him, and I know that he’ll be here for me.  

Eventually, we pull away, both with wide smiles on our faces. Our foreheads rest against each other, and our breathing begins to steady. For a long quiet moment, we just stare at each other, comforted by the other's presence.  

“I know what I want my prize to be,” Ash whispers as he wraps his arms around me and leads us both in a slow sway to music that only He can hear.  

That’s right he still hasn’t claimed his prize yet. Last year he asked for some pastries and the year before that he had asked for my old pair of boots. Neither of which surprised me if I'm honest, normally it's easy to guess what he wants, but this year something feels off.   

“Alright, your wish is my command,” I say with a slight chuckle, and I try to move us into a proper waltz, but Ash doesn’t let me. Instead, he wraps himself around me even tighter than before and we stop moving altogether. Okay, something is seriously wrong; I’d be blind to not see it.   

Before I can ask him what the problem is, he pulls back and cups my face in both hands. Confused, I look into his eyes only to find him staring at me with such an intense look it startles me.   

“I want you to promise me that no matter what happens tomorrow you will keep helping my family,” he says with such finality that I struggle to respond.   

Why would tomorrow be any different than any other reaping day? He can’t possibly think that he’s going to be the one reaped. It’s almost always somebody neither of us has heard of. It’s sad to see them go but at the end of the day, they’re nobody.   

Ash is somebody.  

If he gets reaped there would be an uproar. Right? But what could anybody do if he was? What could I do if he was? Nothing. I could do absolutely nothing. Just like he would be able to do nothing if I’m the one who’s reaped.  

This must be what he’s been worried about all day. Why Ash is convinced that he’s going to be the one going into the Games I’m not sure, but if it’ll calm him down then I’ll promise him what he wants.   

“Okay, I’ll make sure they’re alright”, I say nodding my head and reaching out to cover his hands that still hold my face. I expect him to pull away, but he doesn’t.  

“I need you to say you promise”, Ash pleads, and I can feel my heart shatter when I notice that he’s starting to cry. Without thinking I pull him into me wrapping myself around him.   

“I promise you, Ash. As long as I live nothing will ever happen to them.”   

#thanks anon! #emma writes🪶 #its pride month whenever i say it is. its part of the super powers lesbians have if u didnt know #is this good? no but im tired of staring at it everyday. #ash fairchild. #mc vesper. #mc calling everyone who isnt ash nobodies kinda makes me chuckle im ngl #also if i mess up any pronouns in m!ashs version please let me know its like 5am and i literally can't see any errors anymore #i know theyre there i just cant find them #drabbles.

[naturewivesmybeloved]

Just curious, is anyone planning on writing any pride drabbles for hermitcraft/empires? Specifically for characters like Gem (bi irl) Cleo (bi and she/they pronouns) Lizzie (bi) Shelby (ace) or Scott (Gay) I simply ask because a lot of the time I do see queer ships but between two straight men and I think it would be fun to see the actual queer characters in the spot light. Katherine and Jimmy also get a special mention for participating in canon queer couples in a few series ( flower husbands and Nature wives)

#zombiecleo #geminitay #shubble #empires smp #Lizzie #scott smajor #ldshadowlady #pride month #hermitcraft pride #empires pride #fic ideas #fic prompt #drabble ideas #please tag me if you write it

[chiffonlime643]

sitting here, at my table playing a video game i haven't played in years, remembering old times of toys and fun.

remembering those times mcdonalds would do a silly little collaboration with barbies and hot wheels, making silly toys for their happy meals.

i always wanted both barbies and hot wheels.

i was fully aware of gender roles at the time, and followed them respectfully. pink, my favourite colour at the time, and it's still my favourite now.

now.

now, i'm sitting here, and i'm bi.

the pink and the blue not to mention the deep purple in between.

i could never choose just one, could i, says a voice in my head.

i'm sitting here, and i dress both masc and fem. i dress androgynous as hell whenever i feel so. any style feels right for me.

a dress that flows, curving around, long jeans that cover parts of my black heeled boots, suits and ties that make me feel real again.

i'm sitting here, wishing i had short, masc hair yet loving the feminine shape of my body.

cutting my hair once- still feminine, but shorter- and feeling excited for this change.

i'm sitting here, and i'm just the way i always was as a kid.

i wasn't changed. my mind tells me that maybe i'm just lying to myself, maybe i'm just straight but wanting to be different.

but i was a kid once.

and that kid grew into me.

i never left that child behind. i am that child.

but now, i can put a name to the face.

you know, i am choosing one, actually, despite what you think.

i'm choosing myself.

#not to mention i think i might not be cis #but that's a story to address later; a soliloquy to recite in my near future #tumblr #writing #random writing drabbles #poetry #creative writing #tumblr writers #pride #pride month #lgbtqia #queer #lgbt #queer pride #bisexual #asexual #ill put other labels that i personally don't identify as bc i feel they may still apply #pansexual #gay #genderqueer #non binary #bigender #demiboy #agender #enby #demigirl #demigender #transgender #trans pride #okay that's PLENTY of tags for now.

[arecaceae175]

If you'd like another pride prompt, how about bi twi and gay wars, one of them playing wingman for the other

EXCELLENT SUGGESTION! This was very fun to write XD

Summary: Twilight is the best wingman anyone could ever ask for, in his opinion. Warriors isn't so sure.

703 words, humor and fluff

Twilight: bisexual, he/him Warriors: gay, trans man, he/him

Twilight crossed his arms and leaned against the building. Warriors noticed his presence, of course- they were in a town, so Warriors’ hypervigilance was out in full force- but didn’t look his way. Warriors’ attention was focused solely on the man selling arrows.

Their list was clutched in Warriors’ right hand, and Twilight could see that everything except the arrows was crossed off. 

“You alright?” Twilight asked. 

Warriors’ eyes darted to Twilight, to the man, then back to Twilight. He visibly deflated then ran a hand through his hair. Twilight noticed it was disheveled and felt his anxiety increase. 

“I’m fine,” Warriors said. 

Twilight pushed himself off the wall. 

“What’s wrong?” Twilight asked. 

“Nothing’s wrong,” Warriors said. Twilight could practically see him shutting down. 

“No, nope,” Twilight said, shaking his head. “Is it that guy? Do you recognize him?”

Warriors bit his lip and averted his eyes, which Twilight thought was a very uncharacteristic show of nerves. Twilight’s hand drifted towards his sword, hidden underneath a cloak. 

“You can’t tell the others,” Warriors said. 

Twilight felt his heart skip a beat. “What? What is it?” 

“You promise?” Warriors asked. 

“I won’t hide something that’s putting you in danger-”

Warriors waved his hand. “It’s nothing like that, calm down. I just…”

Warriors’ eyes darted back to the man selling the arrows. 

“I have a… crush… on him,” Warriors said. 

Twilight blinked. His thoughts stuttered to a halt. “What?”

Warriors’ face flushed bright red. “Nevermind. Forget I said anything, I’ll-”

“No, wait. I was just surprised,” Twilight said. “I was expecting you to say he was going to try to kill you, or something. A crush is great! You should go talk to him!”

Warriors immediately shook his head. “Can’t do that.”

Twilight felt a smile bloom on his face. “Are you afraid to talk to him?” 

Warriors’ face got impossibly redder. Twilight gasped in delight. 

“You are! Oh, how the mighty Captain has fallen!” 

Warriors pushed Twilight into the wall. Twilight let himself fall, chuckling in delight. 

“Shove off,” Warriors said. 

“What’ll it take to convince you to talk to him?” Twilight asked. 

“It’s not happening.”

“Come on! I’ve never seen you like this. It’s cute,” Twilight said. 

“I’m not cute-”

“And you two would be very cute together-”

“I’m not cute, and nothing is happening-”

“And you’re such a catch! You’re incredibly beautiful, which you’re well aware of, you’ve got too much charisma, frankly, and you’re the hero! Who wouldn’t want to date you?"

“I can list a few-”

“Nope, I’m absolutely not letting you pass up this golden opportunity,” Twilight said. He grabbed the end of Warriors’ scarf and proudly marched into the crowd. Warriors squeaked- squeaked! Twilight was never letting him hear the end of this- as the scarf tightened around his neck. He had no choice but to follow.

“Twi, wait! What are you doing?” Warriors whisper-yelled. 

“Being the best wingman you could ask for,” Twilight replied. “You’ve got this.”

Twilight tugged the scarf again before Warriors could respond, then pushed him to the counter while the man was turned away. Twilight stepped up right beside Warriors to box him in then cleared his throat. 

The man turned and raised an eyebrow. Twilight immediately understood Warriors’ attraction. The man was gorgeous. 

“Hello,” he said, a kind smile on his face. “How can I help you gentleman?”

And kind, too. Twilight barely held back a chuckle. This was excellent. 

“We need some supplies for our journey. My friend, here,” Twilight clapped Warriors on the shoulder, specifically over his expensive armor, “has our list.”

Twilight turned slightly to face Warriors. “I’ll grab the rest of the supplies and meet you at the inn.” 

Twilight lowered his voice as he turned to walk away. “Or not. Have fun!” He whispered. 

Twilight didn’t let himself look back until he was a respectable distance away. Warriors was smiling as he chatted with the man. The man was smiling back and, if Twilight did say so himself, looked overjoyed to be talking to Warriors. Warriors’ body language was calm, so Twilight felt alright leaving him. 

He would stay close by, just in case, but he was happy to let Warriors have his fun for the evening. 

#happy pride 🌈 #ace writes #linked universe #lu warriors #lu twilight #pride month drabbles

[thatmexisaurusrex]

Thank you so much again for the prompts, @pablos-fanfics! Here is #38! Sam turned out demisexual while I was writing this, and I went with my muse, so I hope that's okay. I hope you enjoy the drabble! 🥰

Prompt 15: Sitting Close and Touching Knees

| 14 | Prompts | 16 |

"Did your friend just come to a boil on the hottest day of the year with an ice cream cake?" asked Carlos as Sam did his best not to look Bucky's way.

Sam failed. He found his eyes wandering to Bucky. Smiling. Looking like a party was his natural habitat. Talking to Sarah and another mom as he let children dangle off of him, a few of those children being Sam's own nephews.

Wearing Sam's shirt.

Sam took a sip of his beer, trying to give himself time to think of something witty or smart to say back to Carlos. Sam found that there was no amount of time that would prepare him for dealing with questions about James Buchanan Barnes Jr., though.

"I told him to get a cake. I didn't say ice cream cake," said Sam, and he shouldn't feel this antsy answering questions about Bucky.

He thought about how he once told Bucky he loved ice cream cakes. Years ago. Cookies 'n cream ice cream cakes.

He tried not to think about it.

He kept finding his eyes drifting to Bucky.

"I noticed he came in your truck rather than that bike he drives over to the docks whenever he picks you up from helping Sarah out," said Tommy in a way that felt way too amused for Sam's liking, "And isn't that your shirt?"

"He was bringing other boil supplies, so I told him he could use my truck while I rode with Sarah and the boys. And. Um. Bucky doesn't exactly have a lot of clothes. We're getting him some this weekend," said Sam.

Which was a bit of a lie. Sam had... meant to talk to Bucky about the fact that he kept wearing Sam's clothes. Stretching out his shirts. But then Sam saw Bucky in his clothes and wanted Bucky to wear his things forever.

Maybe Bucky was a wizard. Maybe that was why he wasn't okay with Sam calling sorcerers wizards, he was a wizard who kept hypnotizing Sam with too tight shirts.

"Mmm. Okay," said Carlos, and Sam wasn't sure if he could be that mad at the skepticism.

It had been a month since Bucky decided to live in Delacroix, after all.

"This is a party for me becoming Captain America," said Sam halfheartedly, "If I ask you not to ask me any more Bucky questions, would you?"

Tommy shrugged.

"I don't know. Will you make it less fun for us to ask you about your new boyfriend?" asked Tommy.

"He's not my - he's not - we're not," said Sam, laughing nervously as he looked for an escape route out of that line of questioning, "Oh, look! Sarah and the boys are sitting down to eat. I'm just. Going to join them."

Sam found himself wandering over to the line for food, absently cobbling together this plate as he tried to think about that word. That concept.

Boyfriend.

Boyfriend.

Sam didn't have boyfriends... did he?

He supposed Riley was... he was something. A more than friend. More than a best friend. In the dark of the night. Hands. Kisses. No secrets between them. And maybe there were nights where Sam dreamed of more than hands or mouths. Where maybe Sam wanted...

But they weren't.

Weren't boyfriends.

Did Sam hate the idea of having a boyfriend? He searched himself for a while, maybe too long near the cornbread from how people were telling him to hurry up, and he found that... he didn't hate the idea.

He delved deeper, tried to think about what he was attracted to, if he could be... if there were parts of Bucky he wanted.

And it would have been fine too, if he didn't want that. He didn't want that most times. Not before he knew someone well. Not before he had some spark of connection with someone. He thought of Bucky's pecs, his scruffy face, his thighs and felt... yeah.

So, maybe he did feel something for Bucky, something he found out way too late near the crawfish as another wave of "keep it moving, Sam"s erupted from the chorus of hungry people behind him.

Sam moved, and he felt a slow build of excited energy flood him as he let his mind wrap around it. Around the thought that, yes, he could be attracted to men.

Maybe he wanted to hold onto Bucky tightly whenever they were on Bucky's bike because he wanted to be close to Bucky. Hold him. Know Bucky was there. Feel Bucky in his arms.

Maybe he was okay with the thought of them being more. Maybe more than okay with that.

Boyfriend.

There was something that lit up in Sam just thinking about the word. Like he understood a part of himself now that he always knew he had. That he never realized he wasn't understanding until now.

Boyfriends.

Sam couldn't stop smiling at the thought.

'This is my boyfriend, Bucky'.

Sam wasn't sure how he got from the line to Sarah's table, but he was sitting down, only to realize that Bucky was sitting right next to him. Well. Close enough for their knees to bump under the table.

Sam then remembered that he had no clue how Bucky felt.

For a moment, there was barely controlled panic as Sam moved his knee away, but then... was Bucky playing footsie with him?

Sam felt Bucky poke at Sam's shoe with his own, playfully distracting Sam as he wrapped a leg around Sam's.

Sam glanced down at Bucky's leg around his. He looked up to see the asshole grinning at him, winking at Sam as he turned back to Sarah and said, "No, he's fine. I think he's just had a long day. Parties can be draining, even if you're the one being celebrated."

Because Sam totally forgot to greet Sarah and the boys and Bucky as he sat down. No, Sam just sat down and reeled at the thought of Bucky maybe not liking him back right after having a huge revelation about himself.

But the way Bucky was acting... maybe Sam had nothing to worry about.

"I don't see why we're talking about me and not talking about the fact Bucky thought it was a good idea to bring an ice cream cake to a boil," said Sam as everyone laughed.

"Look, Sam said he liked cookies 'n cream ice cream cakes, so I got him one," said Bucky, his leg still wrapped around Sam's, "I wanted to bring something Sam loved to his party."

Sam couldn't help himself. He couldn't stop smiling. He couldn't stop thinking about how Bucky got him that because of an offhanded comment Sam said years ago.

"You're so sweet," said Sam as he leaned over, grabbing Bucky's face as he kissed Bucky's cheek, "You're kind of an idiot. But you're just... so sweet. Unbearably, ridiculously, adorably sweet."

Sam watched Bucky turn shades of red Sam didn't know existed. He watched Bucky sputter nonsense words as he flailed in feelings Sam knew well.

Yeah. Sam would have no trouble at all asking this guy out later.

*****

This series is to celebrate Pride Month with some fun prompts. Since I got more prompts than I anticipated, I’m going to extend this event to finish all the prompts.

#thank you so much for the prompt 🥰 #sambucky #the daily sambucky fluff diary #sam wilson #bucky barnes #sambucky pride month event #sambucky touch prompt event #domestic fluff #demisexual sam wilson #seafood boil #carlos #tommy #sarah wilson #aj wilson #cass wilson #sambucky drabbles #drabble 15 #sitting close and touching knees

[k--havok]

Day Two: Life

| Day One |

Another small (tho longer) piece, this one focused on growing up and into sexuality. Some minor liberties were taken, but again, this is based on my own life and relating to my bisexuality.

Day Two: Life

I once watched a movie that defined the answer to life, the universe, and everything to be the answer 42. 

I wished the answer for my own life to be that easy. If I were to give a number to my own life, universe, and everything, I suppose the answer would be 12. 

Not because 12 is my favorite number. Of course not. 12 was the age I thought my life could change forever. 

At that tender age, while sitting in my class, my stomach started to hurt. But it was not the rumblings of hunger before lunch. Nor was it from nausea or possibly catching a stomach bug. 

This pain throbbed deeper in the pit of my gut. A twisting wrenching knot of pain. 

I asked to go to the nurse. And as I stood up, embarrassment crawled into every vein of my body. Had I somehow peed myself? At the age of 12? 

The news that I had started my period brought a grin to my face. I danced with happiness, grabbing my large belly as I did so. 

My mother, always the pragmatist, told me I was utterly insane. Why would I be happy about my period? About starting puberty? 

Blood. Acne. Growth pains. Stretch marks. Truths that I did not know at the time. At that moment, I thought my life would change for the better forever. 

Puberty made you grow. It made you grow boobs. It gave you a definable waist. A nice, plump butt. Puberty made you hot. 

With puberty, I would shed my fat. My awkwardness. My shyness. I would finally emerge from a chrysalis of trauma and hatred. 

I would have boyfriends. I would get to kiss boys and hold their hands and have them proclaim their love to me. 

That would be my new life. A lie told to me through the media. 

I did not kiss a boy until I was 16. 

I hated kissing that boy.

#pride month drabble challenge #writeblr #writers on tumblr #bisexual #puberty #lanx writes #my writing

[naquey]

Hospital Confession- NanQueer Day 1

Uno waited, he waited for a long time. In and out of that hospital room waiting for when Sebun would finally wake up. Okina would come in and check some things, Samon would hover by the door, but Uno remained in the chair next to the bed holding the others hand. Even though he was unconcious and couldn't feel it, the blonde still held his hand.

Until now he had never really seen the scars that littered his skin, including the scars on his hands and legs. When he first saw them he almost cried, not knowing that all this time Sebun went through something terrible. Running his fingertips gently along the risen dark and light lines.

"I keep replaying when you got shot, over and over in my head."

Even if he didn't get a response, he still spoke. Very similar to how his brother wrote him letters even when he never responded. Uno was holding his hand in his own, running his thumb over the knuckles gently.

"Losing you made me realize I love you."

Freezing like a deer in headlights when he thought he saw movement, breath hitching in his throat. Keeping as still as possible he watched Sebun's face for anything. Squinting, wincing, pain, anything.

But there was nothing.

Disappointment ran through his veins but a sad smile crossed his face, tears brimming his eyes. If he just told Sebun- no, Seijiro- that he loved him earlier then maybe he could have bargained with Hiiro. Maybe he could have convinced Hiiro Kisaragi not to shoot him. Not to hurt anyone.

Then a finger twitched.

"Seijirou?"

Uno leaned forward, grinning instead of that sad smile. Eyes lit up as he hoped and prayed. Another finger twitched again.

"I'm here, I'm here. It's me, It's Uno. I told you I wasn't going to leave your side."

"...hnn..."

"Take it easy don't try to force it."

Seijirou's eyes fluttered open slowly. Squinting at the blinding light and the hospital ceiling staring at him. Moving his head slightly to the right his eyes widened seeing the familiar blue eyed blonde. His mouth formed the words but his throat couldn't do anything.

"Hey there, handsome." Uno chuckled.

"Hh... Un..." His voice was hoarse but the greeting was still understood.

"I- I'll go get Okina so he can get all the medical things sorted out."

Seijirou caught Uno weakly by his wrist, straining to sit up. The bullet didn't hit anything vital, but got him right on the waist. His face contorted in pain but he continued to try and sit up. There was something he wanted to say, the eagerness written on his face.

"Wait, wait. Drink some water first." Uno always poured a fresh cup for whenever he was going to wake up.

After downing the entire cut Seijirou held his hand out for Uno's other arm. The blonde wasn't scared by the patchwork scars after what he'd seen, taking his scarred hand without a second thought.

"I... I never got to say that... I love you."

"Seijirou,"

It was his name but the inmate in the hospital bed flinched away. No one said it with so much care and delicacy before. He would appreciate his name coming from him even though it was used before to inflict pain.

"I love you too, I've loved you for a long time. I never told you sooner because-"

"Just... Kiss me like couples do."

Seijirou leaned forward and pressed a kiss to Uno's lips, a sort of warmth spreading through his body. Hearing an awkward cough he pulled away and looked over Uno's shoulder. Samon, his favorite supervisor was standing there awkwardly.

"I guess... I guess this can wait for after." He chuckled, patting the blondes chest awkwardly.

#lgbtq #nanbaka #fanfiction #original character #oc #nanbaka oc #nanbaka uno #the numbers #drabble #queer pride #pride month #mlm post #ofc its gay #homoromantic #uno x seijirou yohei #uno x oc #uno nanbaka #uno #oc seijirou yohei #seijirou yohei #gay

[i05wook]

enhypen reaction to you coming out!!

this imagine is honestly something random to support pride month this june!! i contemplated writing something like this for the month so far, but a mix of exams and just anxiety about writing it etc. made it hard to write up until today!! as a closeted lgbtq+ person, i have little no experience in coming out and how people would react so i based it off of how i would want people to react when i come out to them!

i wish for my blog to be a safe space for all, and if anyone needs someone to talk to about anything, even if it’s just for a rant or a little chat my asks are always open!! i hope that those who are in the community and are allies have the best month of celebrations that they can!!

i love you all so much <;3

rue ❤️❤️

lee heeseung - 이희승!

heeseung is so happy for you, and is so proud that you came out to him, knowing that it can a hard thing to do, especially as south korea is a conservative country in regards to lgbtq+ education. he lets you know how proud and happy for you by buying you a flag for your sexuality, showing he’d done his research into the flags and different sexualities. he’s so happy that his best friend found the confidence to come out to him! he’d definitely attend pride parades and celebrations with you, wearing the colours of your flag all throughout the month.

park jongseong - 박중성!

jay somehow already knew you were coming out to him so it wasn’t much of a surprise. he’s so proud that you came out to him but he can’t help but feel infuriated at the fact that society makes you come out if you’re anything but straight! similar to hee, jay will openly show his support for you with wearing your colours of your flag, but unlike hee, he’ll wear a pin or a small flag hanging from his bag. jay is definitely more open minded, and has been more exposed to the lgbtq+ community than a lot of the other members, so it’s not the first time someone has come out to him as part of the community!

sim jaeyun - 심재윤!

jake is extremely supportive of you coming out to him, as similarly to jay, he was exposed to the lgbtq+ community in australia. jake, jokingly will complain about situations in which you both may fancy the same person and that you will always win their attention over him! he will willingly attend pride events and openly discuss lgbtq+ rights, using vlive to promote equality amongst the fans. overall though jake will forever be supportive of you, especially when you felt so confident to come out to him! jake is always donating the money he earns to lgbtq+ charities such as stonewall!!

park sunghoon - 박성훈!

hoon is extremely interested in educating himself about the lgbtq+ community, being from south korea, a highly conservative country, he was never really educated on sexualities etc. he asks you to teach him all about the different specialities, the differences between them, and especially all he can know about your sexuality. he’ll wear the flag every day throughout june in a variety of subtle ways such as his socks, or clothes, sometimes it’s something as subtle as a pin underneath his jacket, but everyday, he’ll send a picture of the way he’s showing his support.

kim sunoo - 김선우!

sunoo knew from the first day he met you, that you were anything but straight because of his gaydar! (tell me sunoo doesn’t have a gaydar!!) sunoo is so supportive of his best friend, he often paints his nails the colours of the lgbtq+ flag or your flag but will take it off before schedules. he helped choose your outfit for the pride parade and even does your hair and make up for it! he’ll come along with you and wear make up as long as he doesn’t have schedules.

yang jungwon - 양정원!

jungwon is so mature with you coming out to him, he’ll be so supportive and so comforting if you get emotional whilst telling him. lots of cuddles from him afterwards, with him telling you just how proud he is of you!! (i love this jungwon so much!!) he’ll let you calm down before asking you any questions he might have about your sexuality. he’ll definitely do his research before the next time you see him and he’ll show off his new found knowledge when he next sees you, mainly having bought you something small, like a room decoration in the colours of your flag!

nishimura riki - 니시무라리키!

riki being so young, and not having much exposure to the community, riki was a bit confused as to why you were coming out (and the sexuality you were coming out as!) after you explain to him that you’re not straight and explain more about your sexuality, he is so happy for you, and can see that it’s a huge weight off your shoulders. riki finds his own little ways to support you and your sexuality, with the boys often telling you how he is exploring the different sexualities and their flags and he makes little notes about them. he often paints little gifts for you, like phone cases or little canvases in the colours of your flag, which you obviously love because 1. it’s handmade by riki and 2. it’s just adorable that he thinks about things you’d enjoy and use!

#🌿. enhypen #enhypen imagines #enhypen drabbles #enhypen timestamps #enhypen oneshots #enhypen reactions #enhypen scenarios #enhypen x reader #reader x enhypen #coming out fic! #happy pride month!! #i love you all so much <3 #i hope you enjoy this fic! #i’m so scared to post this fic! #lgbtq+ #lgbtq community #lgbtwriter #lgbtq support #jay x reader #jake x reader #jungwon x reader #niki x reader #heeseung x reader #sunoo x reader #sunghoon x reader #enhypen fluff #enhypen fanfiction

[shadlad24]

Episodic Ficlet #19: Precious

“I mean, come on. If you didn’t do it, then who…?”

The pair stared up at the sky for a few beats.

Xena broke the moment with a playful full-body shudder and then exclaimed, “So, I lied to you last week!” just before realizing that wasn’t quite what she’d wanted to say nor how.

Gabrielle whirled around to face her friend, eyes glaring and hands clapped over her ears once more. “Honestly, the Olympians-” but she tapered off at the look on the woman’s face.

Xena retreated toward Argo. Her fidgety hands had trouble opening the saddlebag nearest her, and when she saw what was inside, she hesitated. Bright blue eyes flitted up to green-blue ones that were draining confusion and filling with wonder. The warrior princess hitched an awkward smile onto her face, untied the bag from Argo’s saddle horn, and then thrust the gift into Gabrielle’s hands. “Um, well, ah- What I was trying to say is that I was really coming back by Potidaea last week because I didn’t want to miss your birthday. This is from me… and the Amazons, but mostly me.”

Never breaking her visual lock on the brunette, the girl slowly undid the rope around the top of the velveteen sack. 

Xena piped up once more. “Well, don’t look at me! See what I got you!” Her face nearly cracked from the effort of maintaining her grin.

“Oh, it’s beautiful! …But-” The blonde got cut off by Xena grabbing the new staff from her and assembling it. 

“See? It’s collapsible! Much more convenient for you, so you never have to go anywhere without a weapon! …To… To keep you safe. Because you’re precious, and I don’t ever want anything to happen to you.” There! Xena triumphed internally. I said it, and now she won’t be able to complain that I- 

“What did you say?” Gabrielle asked, unable to believe the final, speedily spoken sentence she’d heard.

“I- I said… Um…” Xena closed her eyes, put her hands on Gabrielle’s shoulders, and took a deep breath. But before she could open her mouth again, she got crashed into and nearly suffocated by her little companion. The woman froze for a moment, remembering how the girl had similarly held onto her in the well and then smiling from the understanding that, then, it had been from frightened survival instinct; now, it was an expression of joyful appreciation. Peacefully, she lay her cheek on top of orange hair before hugging Gabrielle back.

“It’s okay; you don’t-”

Xena shook her head but did not lift it. “No, I do have to say it. It’s important to you. …A-and me too. You- You’re- You’re very precious …to me. And I would hate for the light you bring into my life to be dimmed, let alone go out.” Images of Gabrielle announcing she was going to the Athens Academy; hanging from a collapsed bridge; trembling with Thersites’s knife at her throat; lying facedown by the side of the Alconian Lake; cringing within Sinteres’s cruel grasp, twice; frozen in the path of a fast-approaching cart of sharpened trees; waving, teary-eyed, as she turned toward Potadeia; strewn facedown in the dirt yet again mere hours ago; wincing with Mael’s knife at her throat; and nearly plunging to her death in the well made Xena squeeze Gabrielle just as hard as Gabrielle was squeezing her. Her voice wavered when she demanded, “You need to be more careful! I can’t lose you, Gabrielle! Do you hear me?” She wanted to shake the girl but could not get either one of them to loosen their grips on each other.

Gabrielle smiled just as softly as she promised, “I will, Xena. You’ll see! With this new staff, the world will have to watch out of me!”

“It’d better!” the warrior princess grumbled.

Silence reasserted itself for quite some time.

“Ah!” Xena shook her head and released Gabrielle to swipe at her eyes before the girl could see their water. “Anyway, happy birthday, kid,” she said gruffly.

But Gabrielle knew that the harsh tone only came from the tears and lump in her friend’s throat. Still not opening her eyes and giving her hero one last squeeze, she replied, “Thank you, Xena.”

.

700 words. Also, if you didn’t know, then nineteenth episodes are always Gabrielle’s birthday, and my tracing of Gabrielle’s staffs has further led me to believe that her main one was a gift from Xena. What do you guys think? Either way, happy birthday, Gabrielle, and happy pride, everyone! 😆 

Check the Directory / the Google Doc if you want a full listing of my posts, or go here if you’d like to read the ficlets all in one place. Thanks! / You’re welcome! 🤣

Also-also, a disclaimer for my friend: Yes, that “kid” at the end is very intentional. It re-establishes distance between Xena and Gabrielle because Xena had gone too far with her transparent compliments and so had to dial it back. So, there! Heh

#xena #xena warrior princess #xena and gabrielle #xena fanfiction #xenafic #drabbles #ficlets #pride month #lesbian #gay #list post