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returning back to life

I finally can draw properly!! Though i forgot completely how to do it and I don't have my brush settings, anyways I'll have to work hard.

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For Family we are

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⁞ ❏.Notes ⟶ .·. Well, I'm back after a long long time. Trying to fix and share some of the stuff I got in my docs.

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⁞ ❏.Summary ⟶ .·. A little drabble of Hawke taking a moment to appreciate his unconventional group of friends.

Hawke loved his friends. The thought crossed his mind as he watched them fool at the wooden table with badly hidden fondness, the Hanged Man seemingly calm yet cheerful as everytime they would hang out. They were an odd group however you looked at them; a shady dwarf merchant, a bloodmage elf, an ex slave elf who absolutely despised bloodmages, a healer human mage who had once been a Grey Warden, a female pirate who was as good with her knives as she was when finding bed partners, the goddamn Captain of the Guard, and Hawke (who did not require and introduction since he was trouble enough for almost everyone to know him somehow). Still, despite all their differences they became a family. Yes, Fenris would still make a couple of comments when it came to Merril’s practice of magic, Isabela would make snarky comments on the captain’s stiff behavior when it came to dubious works and stuff, and yes! Aveline herself could be a bit of a pain in the ass with her motherly proper behavior. But Fenris comments were no longer always filled with hatred and contempt, Aveline was just trying to look out for them all and would sometimes share drinks with Isabela, and for the Maker everyone could see how the bunch of them were willing to fight for each other despite it all. He watched as Varric barked a laugh at some comment the pirate had said, Merril chuckled while Aveline slowly shook her head at the same time as Anders face-palmed, yet she hid a smile from the corner of her lips, didn't miss the way Fenris' lips twitched in amusement either. If anyone would have heard his thoughts, they would probably either mock him for being so suddenly emotional or wonder if he was alright and not possessed by some demon. But he wasn’t ashamed of it, although they didn’t need to express it out loud he would be proud to just shout it for everyone to hear. They were a precious family and he would do anything to protect and defend them. Varric lightly elbowed his side and raised an eyebrow at his silent yet smiling appearance. Hawke shook his head in an almost unnoticeable way and his eyes twinkled even more. The dwarf shrugged it off, knowing his best friend could be a bit mysterious sometimes and if there was anything dangerous to be worried of, they all would eventually know one way or the other.

#one shot #short one shot #drabble #english is not my first language #self indulgent #dragon age #dragon age ii #DA2 #DAii companions #garrett hawke

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I swear I haven't stopped writing but i have so many unfinished drafts I don't even know where to start *tears*

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Heyo, in case y'all interest my commissions are open :) both digital art and translations.

I've made a carrd for each!

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I've realized they might be seen as cheap but tbh even if my art seems decent (and I'm not very good at judging that), I've got a lot of issues with hands and small things that sometimes they don't look good enough. That's why the prices aren't too high.

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To be a Dixon

✁- - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - ╰──➢  ✧;── table of contents ──; ✧ ╭       ⁞ ❏.Characters ⟶ .·. Daryl Dixon, Merle Dixon (mentioned), Will Dixon (mentioned), Daryl and Merle's mom (also only mentioned). ┊       ⁞ ❏.Warnings  ⟶ .·. Implied/Referenced Child Abuse, Angst, mentions of Violence. ┊       ⁞ ❏.Notes ⟶ .·. So, basically I started watching The Walking Dead for the first time around a month ago, maybe a bit more, and finished at season 10 because i'm going to wait for season 11 to come to Netflix I guess. I loved it, and i've been stuck with the usual Art Block so it's kinda refreshing to be able to write about one of my favorite characters (and being able to write at all in the first place). Also published in AO3~ ┊     ⁞ ❏.Summary ⟶ .·. Daryl thinks about stuff, sad stuff. He doesn't cry though, Dixons don't cry. He's a tough boy.

Daryl lays down on the grass with a plop, he knows he'll go back home slightly wet and covered in dirt and he hopes his Pa will not be there to see it (a nagging thought at the back of his head whispers he shouldn’t give a damn). The wind makes his clothes flutter gently and the greenery around him seems to engulf his small figure, hidden from anyone or anything that could be searching for him. He knows nobody is looking for him though, at least not with good intentions.

His eyes look at the sky, there's not many stars over there so near the city, but if he pays enough attention he can almost recognize the soft glint of a couple more hiding around. The wind whispers against his skin again, the ground cradles his body. It's rough but the grass makes it bearable, like a light cushion.

He silently wonders if that's how being in his mother's arms felt like. Or maybe his father's. He shudders at the last thought.

It's not like he wouldn't like a loving father, he does. He looks at other kids that come from decent looking houses, at their cheerful and caring parents, he watches them hug, bump into each other playfully, being taught by them, riding their father's shoulders and seeming like the lords of the town.

He doesn't envy them, he's not jealous, Daryl tells himself as he looks away. He doesn't need one.

Maybe he does, but it's too late for one.

Will Dixon is a son of a bitch and would never be a proper parent, forever tainted his hopes of a caring parental figure.

His bruised cheek burns as a reminder.

Daryl's left hand brushes against some wild flower, he feels the delicate petals under his fingers. He caresses it carefully trying not to thug at them too much.

His thoughts drift to his older brother, would Merle be okay? Daryl closed his eyes for a second with a snarl. Of course that tough dickhead would be okay. He probably went to get arrested again, or just straight to find someone to beat up -or get beaten up- as if he was doing so with their Pa. Merle was always the strongest of the two, probably because he was the oldest too. He would always scowl at him saying he should 'toughen up' while brushing blood off his face after taking their old man's beating in his stead. Nowadays Merle wasn't home as much as when he was younger, so he couldn't save his ass all the time.

Daryl wouldn't say he missed him but he appreciated the effort he'd done taking care of him, nasty harmless words and scowls included. Nobody else ever did as much as him. Well, Mrs. Gretchen down the street did give him a bandaid once after some guy pushed him and called him a boot-licker for helping the old lady pick up some apples that fell from her broken plastic bag. She even helped him clean the small bleeding wound on his knee and would sometimes give him an apple when he walked by her house.

Merle heard of it, told him he was 'too much of a damn softie'. He paid no attention to his words. He was right though. He didn't feel it was okay to bully nice ladies, and if some kid's balloon got stuck in a tree he might have the thought of helping them reach for it.

He wouldn't, not everyone was nice and welcoming of help. Most were not.

His glassy eyes blinked a couple of times. The petals felt so good against the calloused skin of his fingers, rough from years of survival and still not enough to prevent the string of his crossbow from cutting when he wasn't being careful. He had no idea what the name of the wild flower was, barely being able to notice it had a yellow-ish color.

The texture reminded him of some baby blanket he used to have, now but a tattered rag discarded in the wild of their garden after some of his father's rage bursts. He liked that one, probably one of the last remnants of his mother. She wasn't a good mother, well, she didn't care about them enough to be a mother at all. Probably beaten out of her, too busy filling her lungs with smoke and drowning in alcohol to look at them twice from the corner of her eyes. But maybe she had cared for a couple of minutes. Maybe when he was still a newborn baby she might have held him within the soft baby blanket. He didn't know for sure. He never asked Merle and honestly he didn't want to know the truth at all.

A sigh left his lips.

Sometimes he could remember things, small moments of peace at their house when she was still alive. There were scarce days where they could act like a family, a normal one. Although it all went to hell after she died. He wondered if Merle ever had good times with them when he hadn't been born yet. Sometimes, he would even wonder if it was his fault they were all so broken. Or perhaps it had always been like that, and it would always have been no matter if he was there or not. Dixon blood and stuff.

Will never stopped blaming Merle about what happened, never cared about beating them over any excuse he could find. And even if there was no excuse. Daryl would have to run away days long sometimes, hunt his own food, camp in the woods if he was lucky enough to grab his equipment before rushing out, or sleep in trees if he was not. More often than not.

Daryl looked at people with cozy houses and warm families from afar, people who could sleep with a feeling of safety and weren't bathed in bruises and scars.

He frowned at them, the weaklings. He didn't envy them. He didn't need it, he growled to himself.

(He did, secretly.)

#the walking dead #twd #daryl dixon #twd daryl #daryl dixon fanfiction #one shot #short one shot #young daryl dixon #canonical child abuse #mentioned domestic violence #angst is my comfort #angst and feels #merle dixon #will dixon #twd fic #english is not my first language #no beta we die like walkers

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Nightmares

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⁞ ❏.Characters  ⟶ .·. Silco | Reader ┊      ⁞ ❏.Warnings  ⟶ .·. Nightmares ┊       ⁞ ❏.Notes ⟶ .·. I don't tend to have nightmares but I had one this morning and since I don't have anyone to comfort me and i've been reading too much Arcane content lately I unconsciously imagined Jinx staying besides me until I was able to recover from the thrill. Then later thought of writing this short thing www ┊     ⁞ ❏.Summary ⟶ .·. You fall asleep at Silco's office and have a nightmare, fortunately he won't leave you alone to deal with it.

It was one of those days Silco had to stay overnight doing paperwork and you decided to accompany him. Jinx had left to do some mischief, he listened as you spoke about your day and what she and you had done.

Anyone would think he wasn't pay attention as he seemed very focused on working but he was, you knew by the way the corner of his lips raised lightly in amusement from time to time and even bothered to make a sound of understandment sometimes in case you thought he was ignoring you, which he didn't really need to bother with but he enjoyed making you know he appreciated your presence.

Eventually, the weight of the day overcame you, falling asleep in a position only you -and maybe jinx- would find comfortable at Silco's office's couch.

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It's not the first time Silco has seen you during a nightmare, you're not like Jinx who screams and wails in desperation nor like him, who with the years got used enough to not be too loud yet couldn't help but wake up startled everytime with an audible gasp and later a shot of anger and frustration.

You're more calm, he knows you probably had to force yourself into that fake armony so as to not be punished. There had never been someone by your side to comfort you after all, only to get bothered by your crying. He notices the little twitches, the almost inaudible whining, you told him once you were able to take control of your mind but it always took a lot of effort to do so. You were probably scared, yet did your best to keep fighting back. After a while, he gets up from his desk and silently sits besides you. There's still some papers in one of his hands while the other starts to gently caress your hair. You seem startled by the touch at first but quickly the tension flows away from you. He always felt a bit amazed at how your brain worked so fast and hard to even recognize it's surroundings while still being unconscious.

Inside of the nightmare you close your eyes and start trying to wake up. You try making your breath even and move at least your hands, it's scary to be there and you just want to keep peacefully sleeping but you knew even if in many occasions you were able to change a dream, you wouldn't be able to do so once it was tainted by a nightmare.

Then, you hear a low humming. You don't recognize the tune, you can't think too far away from the situation if you want to keep away the terrifying face of the reflections inside of the dream. But you know who is the owner of the voice, barely.

Out of that world, your fingers twitch once again.

You try erasing the nightmare and force yourself to focus on his humming, you visualize him close until you are finally able to feel reality around you. Giving a tentative breath, you try to know if it is real. Then after no danger haunts your life, you open your eyes a bit.

Silco allows you to change your position to a more comfortable one, it takes some time since everything feels numb and the adrenaline still runs through your blood. He cleans patiently the pysiological tears that come out from your dazed eyes, you closed them a couple of times due to the stinging coming from them. There's also the uncomfortable sweat all over you as if you had run miles instead of just laying down.

He doesn't speak but you know his work was left aside.

#silco #arcane netflix #arcane league of legends #league of legends #arcane #no beta we die like vander #silco simp #silco fanfic #silco x reader #comfort #one shot #short one shot #nightmares #english is not my first language #self referential #nightmares tw #reader #gender neutral reader #reader insert #silco is nice

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No use crying over spilled milk

✁- - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - ╰──➢  ✧;── table of contents ──; ✧ ╭       ⁞ ❏.Pairing ⟶ .·. None ┊       ⁞ ❏.Warnings  ⟶ .·. Panic attacks, self-harm, self-loathing ┊       ⁞ ❏.Notes ⟶ .·. I suppose I have some sort of traumas with breaking things or messing up by accident so, yeah. I just kinda relate a bit to Jinx. And also yesterday I didn't know I had to turn off the oven so some lemons got burnt and my mother just kinda blamed it all on me and kept pestering me about it for hours. I have quite the history on being clumsy when younger so my grandfather would always be very (verbally) abusive when I commited mistakes. Although she tries to comfort me sometimes, she also does the same now. So, yeah. It kinda keeps lingering on me. ┊ ⁞ ❏.Characters ⟶ .·. Young Jinx | Silco ┊     ⁞ ❏.Summary ⟶ .·. Jinx knows it shouldn't be something to worry about, she's always breaking things and blowing up here and there... on purpose. But still she can't help the incoming breakdown.

''Oh sh-''

Crash.

The girl got on her knees trying to put back into place the remanents of a broken plate, it was nothing special, just a random gift Silco had given to her not long after she found herself under his care. It was merely a white plate with some funny drawings around and under it a monkey drawn as she would often do. It was accompanied by some other things very well design so as no one would use them besides her, only for her.

''No no no nononono...'' she kept muttering, her voice getting a higher pitch every time. ''No no, it's okay, it'll be fine. It's just- It's just an object, it's not that bad-''

'You fucked up, he's gonna get really angry' a voice said at the back of her head, Jinx felt her eyes prickle with tears. ''No, no- he wouldn't it was an accident I can just put it back with glue and-'' a mocking laughter made her flinch as she tried putting every little piece back as if it was a puzzle, her fingers got little cuts on them dying the floor with a few drops. She paid no mind. 'You're always breaking everything, how can you be so much stupid?' ''...I can make it so someone else grabs it and it will appear as if they broke it- I did it a lot of times, right? This is just-''

There were more than one voice, each had a different tone and she didn't want to try to recognice them. She just wanted time to go back before she commited the stupid mistake of thinking the thing would be just fine at the border of the table, how could she had been so dumb?! It was obvious it would fall! It was so obvious yet everytime she would always...

''Shut up! It's fine, it's fine, he won't mind. I break a lot of things daily, I almost blew up a factory, he won't... he wouldn't-'' her tears kept falling down filled with frustration at herself and anxiety.

'You broke it, it's such an important thing but you still were so careless. He will be sooo dissapointed.'

Her hands turned into fists around her blue hair, she scratched and hit herself in desperation, whines coming from her throat. He would hate her, she didn't mean to- she cared about it, she really did, it was a gift from him after all. But she broke it, she... she was being a jinx again.

''Jinx- Jinx! What happened?'' there was a voice, this once not from inside she noticed, but still felt so far away. She was drowning in tears and blood, she was drowning but the voice still tried to reach for her. ''Breathe, Jinx, Breathe with me. I'm here, it's okay.'' the blue haired girl realized it was her caretaker and tried to imitate him, when he asked if he could take her hands with a softer tone Jinx slowly nodded, still some hiccups escaped from her.

His cold hands brushed hers as he calmly helped Jinx relax them, some shards still were buried inside. Silco took them out with precise movements, she was still trembling and muttering under her breath.

After a couple of minutes of reassurance, Jinx's voice had a bit more strenght.

''I'm sorry, i'm sorry I broke it...'' she said, not daring to look into his mismatched eyes. He analyzed her to make sure he wouldn't trigger her again, and softly spoke.

''Is it because of the plate?'' he had noticed the scraps around her but held no mocking tone, a slight relief allowed her to let her eyes wander around. ''What happened, dear?''

''I... I was just washing dishes and put it too close to the border of the table- I thought it would be fine! I didn't expect something to push it after I placed it wrong! I- please don't hate me, I didn't mean to break it, I know i'm always messing things up but-'' he interrupted her with a brush of his left hand on her bangs. He cupped her face with his other hand and made her look at him, she still had tears running through her cheeks although not as bad as before.

''I could never hate you, Jinx. Especially not because of something like this.'' Silco stroked her cheek as she sniffed. ''It is only an object, it can be replaced.''

She stammered, still anxious ''But, but you got it for me... and I...'' his lips pressed onto her forehead in an attempt to calm her down yet again.

''If it really bothers you, we can glue it together so you can keep it in a safe place and I will get you another, functionable one.'' A tiny smile appeard on his lips, she sniffed once more. The voice had stopped talking long ago. Jinx hugged him. Silco patted her back with care.

''It was only an accident, a mistake if you must, things happen. No need to fret over it, I will never hate you because of it.''

#jinx #arcane jinx #arcane #arcane netflix #league of legends #silco #silco and jinx #father silco #self indulgent #panic attack #self loathing #intrusive thoughts #mentally unstable #jinx needs a hug #and she gets it #silco is a good dad #no beta we die like vander #english is not my first language #a bit of angst #but there's also comfort #young jinx #drabble #one shot #short one shot

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Tale of thousand years, and a night

✁- - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - ╰──➢  ✧;── table of contents ──; ✧ ╭       ⁞ ❏.Pairing ⟶ .·. Albus Dumbledore x Gellert Grindelwald ┊       ⁞ ❏.Warnings  ⟶ .·. mentions of canonical deaths? ┊       ⁞ ❏.Notes ⟶ .·. Found myself grieving with some unrequited love playlists and felt like writing this ww mostly self indulgent I suppose. ┊     ⁞ ❏.Summary ⟶ .·. The gods might be as cruel as lenient to let Albus think so much while falling off the astronomy tower, with his life going away in a strangely slow motion. His mind wanders to Grindelwald.

Maybe if they hadn't been in different schools, maybe if they had been closer, for a longer time. Maybe then it wouldn't had been a quick summer love. It hadn't been a quick summer love eitherway, not to Albus at least. He did gave it all, should he had been working harder then? But again, Gellert had been nothing but enchanting. They both were made for eachother and anyone with at least one eye was able to see it. How could he have not given almost everything?

He wondered how did it end up the way it did.

It is kind of a curious thing, to die and only be able to think about a person you loved. Not the war that is to come, nor the young students who are about to suffer for years because of maybe your own mistakes. It felt like time just stopped and went so painfully slow he felt like crying for the first time in a while. He was prepared for this and yet what burnt inside of him was not the fear of death but rather the grief of all the wrong decisions. He wondered if taking his hand would have gotten them to a better ending.

No, that would have not been possible. They had different views and no matter how much love Albus felt for the man, he wouldn't give up on his principles.

Only maybe if he was willing to do the same for him, Albus would have considered it.

The stars in the night were looking pretty, he noticed with tired eyes, Gellert's eyes often brightened so much it made him think of stars, back then.

He wondered how he would react after knowing about his death, because even in such a prison news would reach for sure. Would he grieve too? Did he still hate him?

Thud.

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Everything shined so bright that if not for the fact he was already dead, he might have felt his eyes hurting. But blinking was enough to make it less bothersome.

He let others keep walking their way towards wherever they felt like going and only politely declined following, still waiting for the boy until it happened. And after that, with a sigh, he was finally ready to part.

He didn't expect to find himself in such a precious scenary once again. It looked almost like a dream, he could feel the grass swaying under his hands as he sat up, silently staring at his now younger figure.

Something heavy half-rested on his back, he tensed. A light humm came from the person slightly laying onto him.

''I have been waiting for a while for you to come, you're late.'' the person said with an also unexpectedly young voice. ''I never hated you, to be honest. I heard you talked about it, to some.''

Albus breathed deeply in an attempt to pull back the knot in his throat. Something wet dropped from his left eye, he cleaned it with the back of his hand. His voice whispered in an attempt to not let it break.

''Yes, i'm sorry...''

#harry potter #short one shot #self indulgent #lovers #albus dumbledore #gellert grindelwald #young dumbledore #dumbledore x grindelwald #grindeldore #gelbus #albus x gellert #canonical character death #afterlife #right person wrong time #remorse #grief #i'm a sucker for tragedy #but I also like happy endings #one shot #drabble #english is not my first language

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Nothing to fear

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⁞ ❏.Characters ⟶ .·. Donquixote 'Corazon' Rosinante | OC/Self-insert ┊       ⁞ ❏.Notes ⟶ .·. Self-indulgent. A few days ago I started watching this one with light piano music and snowstorm ambience video so due to my need of comfort I couldn't help but imagine this things. This is also based on the 54321 grounding technique for anxiety attacks. ┊     ⁞ ❏.Summary ⟶ .·. I'm safe.

Breathe in, breathe out. Let go.

Four things I can hear;

the soft humming of a snowstorm outside of the window. The crack of the wood being engulfed by flames at the fireplace. A heartbeat, muffled light snores.

Four things I can smell;

the scent of recently washed sheets. Lavender, probably coming from the flowers near the window. What else?

I take another deep breath and inhale, the bathroom still had a lingering smell of cleanliness from being used not too long ago and, if it had any sense to say humans had a certain smell, then I could also catch his own.

Four things I can feel;

the bedding which is not rough as others I've slept on, the comfortable feeling of being warmth engulfing me despite the coldness and yet not enough to make me suffocate. His body close to mine, feathers covering the both of us.

I know now is time to open my eyes yet I can't help but feel afraid, afraid that when I do so this all will come back to being a mere dream. I have proof this is all real, but if I open my eyes and it's not, what will I do?

I open them anyways, because there's nothing else to do.

Then, four things I can... see;

white clean, subtle darkness being lightened by the fireplace, creating shadows everywhere. I can... see him. His relaxed expression, his messy hair, a black mantle.

Breathe in, breathe out.

I gulp trying to ignore the knot inside of my throat, I now know i'm safe. This is real.

I'm safe. I'm safe.

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#self indulgent #fanfic #one piece #donquixote rosinante #donquixote corazon #cora san #anxiety #immersive daydreaming #comfort #warm and comfy #snowstorm #54321 technique #corazon x oc #oc character #self insert #oneshot #drabble

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Mr. Tom

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Somehow there were they, the three most famous wizards of the last decade or so. Dark Lord Voldemort, 'Leader of Light' Albus Dumbledore, and the young sixteen years old kid who defeated the Lord a couple of times already, Harry Potter. Some feets far away stood at one side Death Eaters while on the other the Order of the Phoenix.

There was tension in the air, everyone prepared to jinx whoever took the first move until Harry, who was glancing at the dark wizard with dead eyes, decided to speak his mind.

''You know, Tom. I would respect you more if you used your real name.''

The olders looked at him questioningly, Voldemort wore a face as if he had just smelt shit. Harry relaxed his stance with a look of confidence.

''You dare speak about my name, you little-'' Harry interrupted him without so much as a raised eyebrow.

''I mean, c'mon. If you wanted to look interesting cuz you used an anagram for it, you might have as well named yourself 'Mr. Tom a Dildo Lover.' Really, it even sounds better.'' No one spoke at that moment, some were frozen with incredulity, some just tried to understand what they had heard. ''But I don't really want that image in my head, it's just an idea.''

Albus snorted.

Mr. T- Ehem, Lord Voldemort seemed to be just about to have an aneurism, some of his followers watched him with worry. He did was kind of an old man after all, what if he had a stroke out of anger? Bellatrix would kill them all.

Someone from afar let out a muffled laugh. Everyone looked at where Severus was standing, perfectly having recovered his composture and blank face as if nothing had happened.

Harry couldn't help himself. ''Might as well share this with The Prophet, it'll be hillarious.''

#harry potter #drabble #short one shot #harry sassy potter #harry being sassy #mr tom a dildo lover #lord voldemort #tom marvolo riddle #harry potter fandom #hp fandom #severus snape #albus dumbledore #albus percival wulfric brian dumbledore

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Back to Earth

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⁞ ❏.Characters ⟶ .· Will Graham | Hannibal Lecter | Reader ┊     ⁞ ❏.Summary ⟶ .·. You can't stop reading, it's addictive, it makes you feel safe and relatively fine, if we don't talk about the skipping meals part, getting barely no sleep and well... the entirety of things that come with such. But you're not alone, not anymore. They're here for you.

There's a faint sound of footsteps coming into your room which is covered in darkness, you haven't moved much for hours if only to find a better posittion to hold your phone and keep reading. Sometimes your eyes would blink in slower motions due to the heaviness of holding on so much time without sleep and forcing your gaze to linger on the screen.

Suddenly someone is besides you. You don't mind, choosing to keep reading but yet quite aware of your surroundings.

''You should go down, you skipped two meals already.'' Will's voice startles you a bit despite knowing he's there, it's been a while since you lost yourself in silence, thoughts and words. Real voices are going to be strange to hear for a while.

''I ate bread.'' you mutter with a hoarse voice, your lips feel dry. When did you last drank a glass of water? Maybe it had been yesterday, or at midnight when you went to pee. Wait, what time was it again? It was getting hard to keep your attention on the words written in the screen, you re-read the same phrase a couple of times to make it enter your brain.

''You did not close an eye in 30 hours and barely stopped to charge your phone while reading and to go into the bathroom. If Hannibal doesn't see you go out at least once in the next fifteen minutes I swear he's going to forbid phones in this house.'' he frowns when you barely spare him a side glance.

''I'm barely at chapter 120. These two characters are finally progressing, I can't stop now.'' you try to explain, then proceed to whisper to yourself. ''Slowburn's are going to be the death of me.''

Will takes a deep breath then steals your phone with a quick movement. ''I will be the death of you, this thing is burning!'' he half mutters while holding the device and turning it off. The battery sure had been enduring a lot of pressure. You feel quite sorry.

The lights of the room turn on forcing you to close your burning, tired eyes. Although you don't need them to know who it is.

''I sincerely hope you buy these... webnovels in a physical format and read them in the living room at the very least.'' he says with slight frown at the state of your... everything.

You pout, you had been hyperfixating again but it felt good after so much stress. You want to keep doing it but, they are right. And they are only trying to help you after all, the very least you can do is accept it. You stretch a bit in your bed and get up ignoring your blackened sight due to the sudden movement, and the strange sense of still being in another world doesn't stop you at all either, too much used to them to even care.

''So, what's for breakfast?''

Will facepalms, ''It's dinnertime.''

#reader insert #english is not my first language #hannibal nbc #hannibal lecter #will graham #hyperfixation #fluff #comfort #short one shot #gender neutral reader

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✁- - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - ╰──➢  ✧;── table of contents ──; ✧ ╭       ⁞ ❏.Pairing ⟶ .·. Will Graham x Hannibal Lecter ┊       ⁞ ❏.Warnings  ⟶ .·. Underage drinking, self-loathing. ┊       ⁞ ❏.Notes ⟶ .·. So, I had this dream months ago of a crossover between (NBC) Hannibal and Ancient Magus Bride. I was Will Graham but I decided to change the pov from a first person to a third so I can explain it better. It was interesting although short. ┊     ⁞ ❏.Summary ⟶ .·. His shock and untrust had nothing to do with the mysterious man who took him out of his chains talking about Magic and Sleigh Beggy's. It was about his soothing voice reassuring him a second and even a third time that he was worth teaching, that he had now a family. Old habits die hard though, he still needs to convince himself it is safe to commit mistakes with this so- called Hannibal Lecter.

A week had passed, a rather strange one. Probably the most hard to-go-through week he had ever lived, and he could see strange, terrifying creatures every day but couldn't compare both things and tell what was the worse.

It was official after all, Will Graham had been freed from his chains and put back into freedom...or no, well he couldn't really tell if that was the truth. He did have a Master now, an Owner. But said man so far had only asked him to do a few things such as bathing, studying, eating, making himself comfortable at his new house.

Will did his best to act properly and not snoop around too much despite his curiosity. The man, or- well whatever he was, had called himself Hannibal Lecter. He had been really nice and pacient so far, yet despite Will was feeling very much grateful for everything, he couldn't help but fall in distress.

Mr. Lecter was not human, that was for sure. Despite he spending most of his time wearing a human face, some other times Will had seen his real appearence, an animal skull instead of a head. But that was not young Will's problem. The man was weird in many ways, when Will looked how he worked with magic or while doing something randomly sometimes they would exchange glances and the older for some reason more than once would decide to appear in front of him with a look of curiosity leaving young Graham embarrased, trying to look somewhere else and fake ignorance. He would even comment on will being his apprentice with great pride.

Mr. Lecter acted like a child and like an adult, it was really hard to comprehend. Definitely not easy to read, even more difficult to find out whether he had other plans for him or not. And that was the thing he felt particulary distressed about.

Would he be allowed to stay forever? Was he doing things good enough to be considered worthy? The man didn't ask him to do anything special, but that didn't mean he wasn't trying him out right? The most obvious endcome would be that Mr. Lecter was but playing around with him.

He was not confident at all, despite having a little bit of hope. He really wanted to stay there, it was the closest place he ever found to be called a home. Will Graham could very easily be discarded at any point, he was convinced of that.

Yet, only one night took to change it all.

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During the day Will got used to wander outside the house a bit, accidentally meeting a young girl around his age whose name was Alana. He was not very social but she quickly declared them friends in a matter of hours.

Days after, during a particular sleepless night she called him out by throwing little stones to his window and suggested a little adventure through the forest to a strange abandoned library she had found.

Despite following her still in his sleeping clothes, Will felt very insecure since he knew if Mr. Lecter found about this bad behaviour it would be very probable for him to be discarded earlier. Yet that was also the reason he wanted to do it, the anxiety of every passing day not knowing whether he was truly accepted or it was all a game was slowly killing him. If he was menant to be abandoned, Will prefered for it to be quick, before he got attached to the warmth of a home.

Alana and him wandered inside of the old building, it was very dusty and dark but she had made sure to pack some lanterns as well as some sandwiches and beer Alana's girlfriend had prepared for her. He had asked with some awkwardness if her girlfriend was not afraid of her cheating on him, even by accident!

Alana laughed it off, ''That little devil, if she ever thought someone would lay their hands on me I assure you she wouldn't have let me go alone.'' she had said with such high trust it made him envy them a bit.

Only a bit.

Will frown towards the unfamiliar bitterness of beer eased increasantly faster after the third can. They chatted and laughed, also cursed and cried a bit sharing things they would surely have had a hard time sharing without the influence of alcohol until both of them were barely ever to put one feet in front of the other to go back home. It was even a miracle they were able to go back at all.

In the darkness without their knowdlege a shadow observed their interactions with great interest.

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As the sun slowly started to illuminate the place, Will found himself for a third time in his bedroom looking rather dazely at some paintings he had made, a can was still half empty in his hand while many others layed around the foot of his bed, they all had been hid in the old building by Alana some other night before he decided to drink them by himself.

By the time he noticed someone had intruded in his room, Alana had already found her way sitting right besides him. She had been quite worried since he went out less and less, she said. It was probably the influence of beer again that made him mumble about his insecurities, how scary it was the thought of getting into the cold again after meeting such comforting warmth. Self-loathing while she listened patiently.

Alana suddenly jumped to her feet the moment a tall figured loomed over them. Hannibal Lecter had no need to speak a word before she nervously said goodbye, dissapearing through the door.

There was only the two of them then.

Will was the first to break eye contact, sloppily playing with the can as if it would help him.

Hannibal sighed.

''Why?''

Will stopped, he considered what was the appropiate answer but his thoughts were messy, he felt dizzy and as if it was not enough the bile kept going up and down through his throat. He confessed like one would do in a prayer, except he didn't want to be spared. He wanted to understand if he was really enough. If he would be replaced soon or if it was allowed for him to receive such care.

Afterwards, Will felt stupid.

''I wouldn't have wasted fifthy in something I was going to abandone carelessly. I am, after all, a very responsible being.'' he said with a slight smile he couldn't tell whether was mocking or plainly amused. ''You are free to live, you can enjoy. You deserve it.''

The beer was taken from him when his trembling hands couldn't hold it anymore, tears fell while Will tried hard to contain himself from making any sound.

''Although we will have to work with this drinking habit of yours. No apprentice or husband of mine's will be spilling his head out like this as interesting as it may be.''

It took only a minute for him to realize.

Will's broken voice seemed to echo through the room despite how low he had spoken.

''H... Husband?''

#hannibal #hannibal nbc #nbc hannibal #will graham #hannibal lecter #hannigram #hannibal x will #hannibal lecter x will graham #mahou tsukai no yome #ancient magus bride #manga #fanfic #one shot #short one shot #based on a dream i had #I don't know how to tag #sleepy writing #i'm so tired #english is not my first language #crossover #i dreamt #underage drinking

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➛ Pairing✁ Donquixote ''Corazon'' Rosinante x GN!Readerㅤ

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╭┈┈┈► ㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤ ┊ .˚ Warnings✁ Slight violence? Lose of control of one's body (not ㅤ ┊ reader)ㅤㅤㅤㅤ . ㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤ . Notes✁ Part of the [𝐒ilver] series, (Corazon x OC/Reader) . . Summary✁ Among the shichibukai, you're one of the most mysterous ones. No one is really sure where, when or how you ended up there. No one really knows about your devil fruit either, but you're strong and usually calm, with an almost lazy and uncaring behaviour.

That is, as long as no one gets in your nerves.ㅤㅤ . ㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤ . ㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤ └────

As you flick your wrist, almost invisible threads grab them by their necks and arms.

The shichibukai watch the show from their seats while you start to close your hand slowly, provoking immediately the marine's limbs to bleed increasingly more as your threads press into their skin. When it seems painful enough, you stop and take the pair of young marines out of the room like puppets. They're terrified.

But, they shouldn't have spoken ill of that person behind your back. You remembered their faces, they're now on your black list.

Your fist is still pressed to your cheek while you're half-sitting half laying on your seat. Your free hand let go of the threads and they dissappear in thin air.

Most of the presents seem unfazed by your little act, but some are quite tense or in Doflamingo's case, appears to be interested.

"I'll take care of them." You speak loud and clear, directing your sharp gaze to fleet admiral Sengoku.

He raises an eyebrow.

"I thought you didn't like to waste your time with lowkey pirates." Tsuru inquires.

You raise from your seat and make sure your mantle, Rosinante's feathered mantle, is properly on it's place. Those pirates had touched a very dangerous button upon you, they dared profane something that for others would seem ridiculous, but for you... unforgivable.

"You see, they touched something of my property..." you turn to the door without a pause on your walk "...and I hate when people touch what is mine."

#donquixote corazon #donquixote rosinante #one piece #short one shot #one shot #anime #manga #corazon x reader #blood and violence #shichibukai reader #immersive daydreaming #english is not my first language

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➛ Pairing✁ Donquixote ''Corazon'' Rosinante x GN!Readerㅤㅤㅤ

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This is one of those strange days where Corazon gets some free time out of his extreme makeup and eccentric clothing, you can't help but look at him with a warm smile as he hugs your waist tight.

As if out of habit your fingers end up brushing his hair with care, the same care you don't have for your own hair.

You listen as he murmurs something about how tiring was everything today and how much he loves you. You pat his head, he takes you both to bed effortlessly, where you cuddle and just hear eachother's heartbeats.

It's peaceful, your only thoughts are about how this is all you need.

You dare to wish things were like this forever.

#donquixote corazon #donquixote rosinante #one piece #short one shot #one shot #angst #anime #manga #corazon x oc #corazon x reader #canon death #fluff #fluff and feels