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[yandereworlds]

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[arecaceae175]

IT’S AROMANTIC VISIBILITY DAY!!!!

FELLOW AROSPECS, YOU ARE SEEN AND LOVED AND SO SO SO VALID

HAVE A FIC

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

[raayllum]

happy pride 🌈 my aspecs, my enbies, my transmascs and transfemmes, my genderqueers, the bis, the lesbians, the pans, the aros and aces (again) and aroaces, the gays, and everyone and anyone who falls under the queer questioning umbrella <3 i hope you have a wonderful month 

#maybe i'll finish an demi rayla drabble i started and never posted #happy pride 🌈 #aspec rayllum #dragons rambles

[dancewithlou]

Louis has such an amazing writing style and his lyrics are always incredible but something I’ve always loved is the way he carries the same themes/ motifs throughout his writing. Even looking back on songs from 1D that he wrote on there are clear indicators that he wrote on it because of the themes, lyrics or style of the song often you can tell by the bridge too my man never misses with a bridge he constructs them like no other.

An example of motifs is his use of religious imagery or language in his songs.

‘There’s a devil in your smile that’s chasing me’ // the priest thinks it’s the devil’ // ‘it’s a church of burnt romances’ // ‘im too far gone to pray’ // ‘the devil in my brain’ // ‘demons, I’m taking all of my demons’ - it’s interesting how this is a consistent theme and there’s phew so much to unpack in these songs and their connotations themselves but the lyrics are so emotive. As someone who has a religious background the use of religious imagery is actually something I love because it’s something I pick up on quite quickly. Louis often talks about ‘the devil’ a devil or demon is a crafty creature a ‘fallen angel’ a trickster his use of talking to someone and saying ‘there’s a devil in your smile’ is almost him saying ‘I’m gonna regret this but you’re so tempting and I can’t escape you, I also don’t want to’

‘The priest thinks it’s the devil’ in End of the day Louis is demonstrating loving someone, you can’t help but love that person there’s no escape again linking back to ‘the devil in your smile that’s chasing me’ not to mention the religious trauma that comes along with this line, ‘the priest’ thinks you’re sick your possessed and incurable, because you can’t in fact change who you love. This then links to ‘the devil in my brain’ now remember how in End of the day Louis was being told he was possessed well here’s Louis acknowledging this ‘demon’ he hears the demon in his head this incurable part of him he can’t escape and he can’t help but to listen to this demon because he can’t help who he is as he addresses in End of the day. In Only the brave (which is a song full of queer connotation and religious trauma and imagery) Louis again addresses how he’s ‘too far gone to pray’ how this ‘church of struggles of romances that have burnt to bright but then been put out too soon’ makes him feel like he couldn’t possibly pray he is a possessed man remember the priest has told him that he is wrong, this song addresses the deep trauma of coming to accept how hard it is to love so honestly ‘I’m breaking my own rules’, he’s going against what he’s always been told and therefore something he’s always allowed himself to believe but he is learning to be himself and accept himself because at the End of the day, love is only for the brave. But finally after all this questioning after being told he’s sick, being told he has a devil in him he finally in Out of my System finally sheds off these traumas finally learns to accept who he is ‘Demons, I’m taking all of my demons’ he’s collecting the parts of him that he’s been told are wrong the parts he should hate the ‘devil in his brain’ but he’s ‘putting them where he can’t see them’ because he doesn’t need them anymore he doesn’t want to listen to this trauma because he’s grown from that, he’s getting it Out of his system because he’s finally accepted who he is and he’s being true to himself.

There’s a lot of dark connotations to religious lyricism and the guilt that shines through is prevalent this theme carries through so much of his song writing and it’s truly beautiful like I could truly go on about it (but I won’t I promise). There are countless examples of other motifs and ideas he uses in his lyricism but this is one I’ve never truly seen get truly addressed and it’s in my opinion one of his deepest and most painful themes because of the trauma that comes through the terrifying feeling of trying to be yourself of learning to accept yourself and honestly you don’t even need to look too hard to hear and see the queer connotations that cover such a theme.

#anyway as always my man’s pen never fails him #Drabble #Louis lyrics #Louis themes/ motifs #Louis songwriting #queer connotations #love is only for the brave #🌈🌈🌈 #louis tomlinson

[yourfriendlygryffindor]

Jegulus Drabble

James and Regulus had been meeting up as friends for some time now. It was fun and carefree, but what James didn’t know was Regulus was utterly in love with him. He knew James didn’t love him like that and that was okay with him, he would take any time he could get. But this particular day, James was ranting with a grin on his face and pacing across the length of their secret room while Regulus sat on the sofa, leaning forward, listening intently.

“I decided I want a great love, Reg. I want one great love that is so powerful that I’ll never find love again if it doesn’t last. I want to feel love so powerful that it pulls me into orbit. My whole life would be dictated by it. I want it to consume me. I would be forever happy if I could experience it once in my life even if it meant it didn’t last and I ended up staying single the rest of my life,” James said with his eyes glittering.

“Strange thing to be excited for Jamie, being single forever,” he leaned back and bit back a smile. James’ excitement was always contagious.

“I know, I know. But, just imagine feeling so in love that nothing could ever compare to it. I want that all-consuming, life-altering love. A great love,” James paused and turned to Regulus waiting for input.

“You’ll get it,” he said with certainty.

“How do you know?”

Because I’ll make it happen. “Because you’re deserving of it and fate awards good people,” he said instead.

“Get up,” James demanded. Regulus was quick to please. “Swear I’ll get it.”

“Why me?”

“Because you’re the reason, swear it.”

Regulus’ breath hitched. “What do you mean?”

James’ gaze flickered all over his face. “Have you really not realized yet?”

Suddenly, Regulus was pulled into a passionate kiss. Time stopped and all too quickly, James pulled away with a sheepish grin.

“Swear it,” James whispered.

“I swear it,” he whispered back in a daze.

And he did get it, they loved each other until their dying breath decades later. They spent their years gardening, making treats, dancing in the kitchen, and simply loving every piece of each other without exception. James often reminded Regulus that he fulfilled his promise of giving James a great love and it was theirs. They were completely and utterly in orbit with each other, they were happier than anyone could ever imagine. By the end of their lives, they had experienced so much of their great love that they met their death with a smile on their face and peace in their minds.

#jegulus #starchaser #james potter #regulus black #happy ending #happy pride 🌈 #marauders #drabble #this made me feel things #if you get the reference you get a gold star

[hehehereliesmysanity]

Wille: You know how I don't have a surname?

Simon: Yes, I am aware.

Wille: I think I would love to have one.

Simon: Can you do that? Is it even legal?

Wille: Yes it is. Since 2009, I think.

Simon: Oh really, okay cool.

Wille: Cool?

Simon: What do you have in mind? Did you already choose one?

Wille: Yes, yours.

Simon: My surname? But we would have the same surname then? I think that would be confusing. People might think we are siblings or married.

Simon chuckles obliviously and Wille raises his eyebrows waiting for Simon to get it. He doesn't look like he is going to figure it out soon. He produces the box from his pocket and gets on one knee. Simon is frozen in his place.

"Simon Eriksson, can I take your surname?"

Of course Wille would do that in a not so traditional way.

"Out of all the things you could say, this is how you propose?" Simon says with a huge smile. Wille nods mirroring the smile.

"You don't like it?" he asks.

"I love it."

"Is that a yes?"

"Of course it is a Yes, you idiot."

"Really?" Wille asks.

"Yes, really, you can take my surname... Wilhelm Eriksson."

Wille kisses Simon then and only remembers to put the ring on his already fiance's finger.

#young royals #yr ficlet #or a drabble #wilmon #it is past midnight here so #happy pride 🌈 #prince wilhelm #simon eriksson #wilhelm eriksson #yr drabble #yr drabbles #my yr fics

[oculusxcaro]

This drabble is turning out to be even more brutal than I imagined.

#🌈 || ooc #;; delete later #Finally in a slightly better mood! #Hoping the shop gets my anxiety meds in soon bc wow the last two days have been shit #Definitely fuelling that aggression into this drabble tho #Except it's turning out to be a little longer #Might need to be a two-parter unless I can trim the fat #The end is fucking brutal #Not telling much but somebody's spine gets snapped in two BACKWARDS #Crunch crunch munch munch #gore tw #gore cw

[cinnamoncoffees]

❛ hold still. this might sting a little. ❜

Ok, it’s become a thing. Part 1. PART 2:

The problem was, that until he got in the shower after training, Simon didn’t realise quite how badly he’d scraped his leg. The hot water stung, and he hissed, grimacing. He hoped nobody had heard. When he looked down though, he realised why it had hurt: his left calf was covered in scratches, and a sizeable bruise was already turning purple.

Simon showered quickly, and dried off, trying to concentrate on not hurting his leg more, and not about the incident that had earned him the injury. Or after that.

Especially because Wille was also changing. He was a respectable distance away, and Simon wasn’t looking or anything, but he also knew what might have happened earlier, if Walter hadn’t interrupted.

Anyway, he wasn’t thinking about that. Right now, Simon was just thinking that he might have to put his running shorts back on because his jeans would be too uncomfortable, when someone spoke.

“You’re hurt,” Wille said. His voice was soft, and he was doing a concerned face that Simon couldn’t look at directly. He focussed somewhere over Wille’s shoulder instead.

“Yeah,” he gestured vaguely. “Guess I should leave tripping over stuff to you.”

“In my defence,” Wille’s face twitched into a smile, “that was one time.”

“That I saw.”

“Oh, fuck off.”

Simon grinned, then suddenly remembered he was stood there in his boxers, shirt unbuttoned. He started to button it, for something to do. Wille fiddled with his bag.

“Uh…”

“Hmm?” Simon’s eyes flicked to Wille’s for a second. He seemed to decide something.

“Do you want to come to my room?”

There was a beat. Simon snorted, and Wille put his hand over his mouth.

“Not like that! Oh god. I just meant, I have a first aid kit?”

“Of course you do.”

“Do you not?”

“Not at school, clearly. I can go to the nurse.”

“Or, you can avoid all that and let me help.”

Simon sighed. “Fine. But let me get dressed first, OK?”

“Oh. Yeah, sorry. I’ll go outside?”

“Sure.”

Last out of the locker room, Simon fell into step beside Wille, as they headed towards Forest Ridge.

It wasn’t the same room. Simon thought he’d vaguely known that; that even though it “wasn’t him”, Wille had asked to move rooms after Christmas. This one had its own bathroom though, which someone was probably annoyed about losing.

Still, here they were, and even though the scrapes were perfectly reachable, Simon found himself perched on Wille’s bed with his foot up. Wille was on the desk chair, holding onto Simon’s foot and opening an antiseptic wipe.

“Hold still,” he was saying. “This might sting a little.”

It did, but Simon thought he got away with pretending it didn’t. Then Wille was wrapping a bandage around his leg and taping down the ends, and it occurred to Simon that he didn’t know where Wille had even learned how to do that.

“Where did you learn how to do that?” Simon also said out loud, apparently. He pulled a face. “Sorry, that sounded kinda... yeah.”

“You’ve met me, right?”

“Yeah, true.”

Simon’s foot was still resting on Wille’s leg, and his fingers were absently rubbing over Simon’s sock. Simon didn’t take his leg back.

“I, uh… back home, I always had band-aids and stuff in my room because we’d run around a lot, climb trees and stuff, and I’d always end up needing them. Easier than telling… well. Yeah.”

He was quiet for a moment.

“Well,” Simon said, shifting slightly when he couldn’t take it anymore. Wille let go of his foot and Simon dropped it to the floor. “Thanks, Doc.”

He reached into his bag for his jeans, and gestured back towards the bathroom. “I’ll just…”

“Yeah, of course.”

Simon finished dressing in the tiny en suite, taking a bit longer than necessary while he tried to calm his breathing down. When he reappeared, he shuffled his feet by the doorway.

“I should probably go. We have class soon.”

“Come to breakfast with me first?”

“What, you’re not gonna make me a sandwich?”

Simon didn’t know what had made him say it, but Wille was suddenly very red in the face. Before he could reply though, Simon turned to open the door, only pausing long enough to make sure Wille was following.

Writing prompts

Part 3

#yr drabble #young royals fanfic #🌈 wilmon #Young royals #writing prompts #my boyyyysssss #Kathryn’s writing a thing #it’s about damn time tbh

[lcve-bug]

🌈 Pitch blackness, an endless room, and a checkered floor.

And all is dead silent until after such a long and endless stroll through the dark you hear... an unconvincing loop of a glittering sound effect, one cut just a little too short and ending a little too abrupt as it recycles. And interspersed, the violent buzzing of a massive insect. Like the sound a putrid fly makes as it resists dying.

" ♫ And everywhere you look, all you see is-- darkness....

--And everywhere you look, all you see is-- darkness....

--And everywhere you look, all you see is-- darkness-- death and fear-- and fear-- and fear-- and--.... ♪ "

Its clear the source of the buzzing is attempting to sing, his voice soft like a lullaby but jolted and unnatural, sometimes abruptly deepening like a toy out of power. And at this sound, you make the mistake of making a sound in return. Immediately the strange sounds stop except a unmistakable one approaching from an unclear direction. Something scuttling across laminated tile. There's a laugh like a baby's giggle before it speaks again. " I remained faith- faithful and Malcolm has ble-bless--essed me! " The voice is finally close enough to pinpoint its location, and you turn your dim phone light onto something crawling low on the floor. " With a new friend! " He punctuates as you see in full the state of him. He only has one large, colorful wing. There's a dislocated eye revealing the bug guts staining his soft felt face, his missing leg, and how the remaining one seems bent unnatural with too many joints. Perhaps a deliberate self-disfiguring in order to better crawl in this position or just some failure to fully shift out of his bug form based on how his feet are black but not quite shoes.

You rapidly step back, it rapidly crawls closer.

" Let's-- let's-- let's be-- alone-- together forever! Forever-- forever and e v e r.... " It begins clawing its partially gloved hands at you with such desperation it lunges up and drops to its side multple times, and as you run from it, some semblance of almost character returns to its shallow, false sweet voice behind you as it breaks from its gentle, lullying whisper and starts to scream.

Terror. Miserable despair. " Wait. Wait-- don't! Don't-- Don't-- Don't go! Don't go! Don't leave me! Come back! You can't-- can't go! I don't want to be ALONE! "

#woops im suffering #DHMIS spoilers #🌈 ● ic. ● #🌈 ● dash. ● #🌈 ● drabble. ● #Broken!Shrignold

[luvvdwt]

JUST IMAGINE RIDDING SUB!GEORGE AND HE CUMS TOO FAST AND HES SO EMBARRASSED AND FLUSTERED SKDJNDBDBDBDB 😻😻

also can i be 🌈 anon 😞

my first anon 🥺 ofc love <3

ohgoodness he’d probably tear up n say how good it felt he couldn’t help it

you give him kisses all over his face n tell him its okay, jus wanted him to feel good 🥺

(and then you maybe make him cum again 😶‍🌫️)

#🌈 anon #mcyt drabbles #mcyt imagines #mcyt smut #dwt smut #gnf smut #karl jacobs smut #sapnap smut #mcyt #georgenotfound #georgenotfound imagines #georgenotfound smut

[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

[rainbowdelicgalore]

Pyrophobia (A Chucky Drabble)

Warning(s): Fire and mentions of catching on fire

Genre: Drabble Fic

Words: 3,500

Requested by my bestest friend @mosshugs / @flowerhound

It was a late autumn night in a grassy woodland surrounded by giant, tall trees. The soft glow of the full moon and the decently sized fire pit being the only light source for Chucky and Glen, the father and son that were occupying themselves around the fire got its warmth.

Chucky had decided to take Glen on your run-of-the-mill camping trip for a change, since he wanted him to have a normal father-son bonding experience for once. They both have spent the last three days doing everything one could do on a camping trip: sleeping in tents, hiking trails, fishing, swimming, and roasting fish and marshmallows on the bright hot fire.

The killer doll had only murdered two hikers on the second day of their trip when Glen was out gathering berries, despite that the scarred covered doll was more happy that he had been able to make memories with his child that would be looked on fondly by them both.

Ember had started to flicker and scatter over the night sky, flying around in the wind as Glen watched in fascination and Chucky watched in hesitation.

The redhead was never fond of the moment whenever any sort of big flame or ember got near him, but as long as the fire stayed in its place and the sparks didn't get near his face, hair, clothes, or skin, he would do just fine

Unfortunately, luck would not be on the possessed doll's side as a sudden, loud crackle of charred, blackened firewood along with a gust of wind had caused blaze and cinder to briefly blow over to Chucky's direction on the left side.

The fire stayed in its rightful spot, but the few small sparks that escaped had managed to land on the murderous doll's rainbow striped pant leg, catching it ablaze in the process.

As soon as Chucky saw that his leg was now on fire, sheer blinding panic and fear had set into him. He flailed, screamed, and kicked his feet in the dirt as the terrified doll writhed on the forest floor like a wild animal that had just been shot.

Horrified by what he was seeing and afraid for his father, Glen jumped into trying to help put out the flame despite the utter fear the young child felt at that moment. Glen ran over to his dad, whose leg was still burning.

The young doll had a blanket in one hand and his water bottle in the other as he used the blanket to smother the flames and the water from the bottle to drown out the tiny sparks that remained until the fire was finally at last put out completely.

Chucky was overjoyed that his son had managed to save him from turning into a melted, charred mess like his first death as a doll. It made him really proud of his kid, but he was still shaken from what happened as he stared down at his now tattered right pant leg.

"Dad, are you feeling okay"?

Glen asked his dad with a concerned crook in his eyebrows.

"Yeah, I'm alright kid"...

Chucky responded with a short chuckle, continuing on.

"Guess I still don't like fire very much… much more than most people do at least"...

Glen had now moved over to sit right next to his scar-faced father to be closer to him. Chucky smiled softly at Glen and wrapped his arm around his shoulder in an embrace, feeling comfort ease the redheaded doll's lingering nerves.

"I hope I'll always be able to protect you like I did, Dad".

Glen said as he showed a sharp, toothy smile.

"Don't worry about it, kid".

Chucky replied with a cackle and a grin.

"I'm sure that you'll always be awesome with that".

And hence, they both continued on their father-son camping trip. Laughing and chatting under the starry autumn night.

The End!

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[the-blind-assassin-12]

Out Loud & On Purpose

June Drabbles 2022 Day 13 - Pride 

A/N:  I have been wanting to challenge myself to write a drabble a day for a whole month for quite some time now, and I finally decided to just go for it. The goal is to fill every prompt on this list by @creativepromptsforwriting with a short one shot (500 - 2k words) by the end of June. Can I do it? I do not know. But let’s find out! - Would you look at that? I finally kept one from going over my “limit”. This is one that I knew what I wanted to do with immediately when I first decided to do this challenge, and since today (6/26/22) was NYC Pride, I figured it was the perfect time to post this one. This one is related to my other Dieter stories, but can also be read as a standalone. 

Wishing everyone a happy, joy-filled, safe, loving, expressive, celebratory Pride Month. Be your best, most true and beautiful selves always. Love who you are and choose who you choose, and don’t ever apologize for it. <3

Word Count: 1,498

Warning: nudity, language, mentions of sex, discussion of discrimination based on sexual identity (as always, please feel free to ask me if you are unsure about any of these!) **the organization mentioned in this one shot is fictional**

Summary: Dieter knows who he is and how he feels - and he is as happy as he’s ever been. Finding that happiness has inspired him to help others find it, too, and he wants you there for all of it. 

“So, you gonna join me on the Out Loud float next weekend?” 

The two of you were lying in bed as morning stretched into afternoon, Dieter’s cheek resting on your stomach and his dark brown eyes focused on your face. His soft beard and warm exhale tickled your bare skin as he spoke, and he punctuated his question by turning to lay his lips to your abdomen. He wants me to…what? You blinked at him, sucking in a breath as he resumed his position, right arm tucked under your thigh and the left one reaching up to trace lazy circles over your sternum. He’s asking me to… Oh, Dieter. 

Your fingers toyed with his sleep-tossed curls, combing through them much more gently than they had just moments before - when you gripped them as his tongue delved deep between your legs, his touch helping to bring you over the edge and make you pant his name. And now he’s talking about… You swallowed the swiftly forming knot of emotion, licking your lips as they spread into a smile. 

“You want me up there?” It wasn’t shock or surprise that made you ask. You knew that Dieter never said or did anything that he didn’t mean. Aside from promotional appearances that he was contractually obligated to make, you knew that 100% of his choices were his and his alone - that nothing he did was for show or to project a certain image of himself to the public. I’m not even really asking, it’s just… 

It was just that sometimes it still bowled you over, how much he loved you. How much you loved him. 

Spreading his hand out over your heart, fingertips reaching to brush the inner curves of both breasts, he said your name. “Of course I want you up there with me.” He unwound the arm that was under your leg and shifted himself up the bed so that his upper half was hovering over you, elbows braced on either side of your torso. As he settled his lower body, your eyes strayed to the colorful ink on his left forearm, the sight making your heart soar, before flicking back up to his face, now only inches from yours. “Danny’s gonna have Lamar with him, Faye’s bringing Tallie. Margot said Abbie’s gonna be on location in France so she can’t come but their son is gonna be up there and,” he paused, leaning down to nudge the end of your nose with his. “And even if none of ‘em were bringing anyone up? I’d want you with me. You’re who I love. You’re my person, and-”

You wanted to hear the rest of his explanation, but you couldn’t keep yourself from lifting your head off the pillow just enough to meet his lips with yours. I sure am, Dieter. Your arms went around his neck as you continued the kiss, urging him to drop his weight onto you. He did, letting out a breathy groan without breaking contact, his wrists turning so that his palms could conform to your sides, thumbs sweeping over your ribs. You’d never been with anyone who made you feel as cared for and safe, as desired and loved as Dieter made you feel. Even through the hardest times in your relationship - when your privacy had been stolen and your most intimate moments shared without your consent, when the rumor mill was working overtime to churn out lies about your intentions for being with him, when his job pulled him far from you and yours kept you from visiting him for months - you always felt secure and strong and steadfast in your feelings for him, and you knew without having to ask that he did, too. And I always will. We always will. 

His tongue slid across the seam of your lips and you opened them to give him full access to your mouth, letting him deepen the kiss enough to pull another whimper from you. Before you could lose yourselves completely though, he was ending it, teeth nipping lightly at your bottom lip. “As I was saying before I was so rudely interrupted,” he mumbled through a smirk, leaving another small kiss to the corner or your mouth and then pulling back to look at you fully. “I got involved with Out Loud for a lot of reasons.” Rolling off of you, he settled himself next to you instead, taking you with him so that now you were laying against his body. 

“I know you did.” You brought your right hand to the center of his chest and used your pointer finger to trace the wings of the small black butterfly tattoo there. “And I’m really glad that you did. It helps so many people.” You smiled, remembering the way you heard the excitement in his voice and saw the dedication in his eyes when he told you that he’d become not just a sponsor but an official ambassador for the Out Loud program, a non-profit that a friend of his that he’d done his first theater performance with had started to help the LGBTQ community. They hosted fundraisers to help queer youth escape dangerous and abusive homes (the most recent of which had been an auction of select costume and prop pieces worn and used by Dieter and some of the other actors associated with Out Loud), partnered with schools and universities to help them foster safe and inclusive environments for their students and staff, supported legal firms that fought for equal rights for all people, and provided representation, hoping to encourage more people to come out as their true selves. I’m so fucking proud of you, Dieter Bravo. 

“One reason is that I know how much it would have helped me when I came out, if I knew there were people like me that I could look up to or reach out to.” You ached for him whenever he brought up that time in his life, because you knew that it had been met with hate and hostility from the people that should have been there with their arms open to embrace him. I wish it would have been different for you. It should have been different for you. You slipped your arm around him and tightened your hold, feeling his arms flex around you as well. “Another reason though?” He cocked his head to the side and tilted his chin down so he could look at you without separating. “Is because the mission statement is about being who you are… and loving who you love, out loud and on purpose. Before I met you, I didn’t really understand that second part. But I do now. I get it now, yeah?” 

You hadn’t realized that tears had gathered in your lashes until you blinked and sent them falling down your cheek. “Yeah,” you managed with a nod. 

“I didn’t get a lot of support when I came out. I lost out on more than a few jobs in the beginning.” He closed his eyes and scoffed, giving a small shake of his head before opening them again. “For fucking years, any time I dated a woman people would accuse me of lying about being bi, and then if I was with a man they’d insist I was gay. It was fucking infuriating but it also… it made me feel like it was too much of a fucking hassle for someone like me to find a relationship that worked. It…” You watched the muscles of his throat move as he swallowed, felt the way his lungs expanded beneath you as he took a deep breath. “It made me feel like I was wrong or like my sexuality was somehow invalid. But being with you? Having someone who makes me feel more whole and more myself than I ever felt before, without ever asking me to change? Without ever questioning me when I tell them who I am? Fuck, I want anyone who ever felt like I used to to know that they don’t have to. I wanna show them that it’s so fucking worth it to be who you are, and that it’s so fucking beautiful to love who you choose to, and not who anyone thinks you should.” He nodded, eyes shining and mouth twitching before turning up into a warm smile. “So, yeah. When I go up there with Out Loud at Pride? I want you with me.” 

You pushed yourself up then, needing to look him in the eye when you gave your answer - not that there had ever been an ounce of hesitation on what that answer would be. There were a few salty tracks running down his face, disappearing into the patchy beard that covered most of his chin and jaw. Lifting one hand you reached to swipe one away with your thumb, your hand curving around his cheek and your fingers sliding up behind his ear. “Then I’ll be right there next to you, Dieter.” Always. 

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[lilyoffandoms]

Crimes Drabble - Trystan x mc (Gabriel)

For week 1/day one of @choicespride and day 13 (Pride | dancing | “We’re all out of vanilla.”) of the @choicesmonthlychallengejune2022.

Text message template by @jamespotterthefirst can be found here.

Warnings & A/N: While I will be forever bitter at PB for not having this be a three LI book I do also love Ruby and Luke together (despite the wasted opportunity of two stunning characters). No warnings I can think of. Just wanting to place these four at NYC’s Pride Parade.

“You are ridiculous!” she laughed as she smacked Gabriel across the chest. “You have absolutely no leg to stand on with that comment.”

“Hey! Ouch!” Gabriel chuckled as they retreated behind Trystan pulling him in front.

“You think he can stop me,” she crossed her arms and stared Trystan down.

“He does not want to stop you,” Trystan laughed and went to stand by Luke leaving Ruby and Gabriel to face off by themselves.

“Before this continues,” they held their hands up in surrender, “Answer me this. Was I wrong?”

She scowled playful at their smirk.

“Noooo.”

“Then I stand by my comment,” they smiled triumphantly. “And the fact that you are already thinking about how to sneak off for more.”

“What comment?” Luke asked simultaneously with Trystan’s, “To do what exactly?”

“Nothing!” Ruby answered quickly as she spun to face them. “Oh look, Luke, let’s go get slushes for everyone.” She pointed to a street vendor not far from them selling rainbow ice.

“Okay,” he said looking confused at Gabriel’s growing smile.

“Aaaaand you just proved me right again.”

Ruby stuck her tongue out at them with a bright smile on her face as she pulled Luke down the street after her.

“To do what?” Trystan whispered into Gabriel’s ear as his arms wrapped around their waist.

“Make out,” Gabriel chuckles.

“She always has the best ideas,” Trystan grinned as he spun Gabriel around in his arms.

“She is the smartest person I know.”

“Then perhaps we should follow her lead,” he said as he leaned in to capture Gabriel’s lips with his own.

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Choices Tag: @storyofmychoices @peonierose

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[oculusxcaro]

The tap makes a horrid squeak as it forcibly turns, Khare gritting her teeth at the sound - and sight - of murky water pouring forth into the too-small bathtub. The one for hot water goes untouched as well as ignored - it doesn't work anyway and the cold feels much more refreshing even in the tiny unheated apartment she now calls home.

Sinking her lower half into the depths, the waitress breathes a sigh of relief as the chilly liquid hits her skin, instantly soothing the throbbing ache pulsating in her hip. At once the eyes growing there calm, no longer swivelling blindly in non-existent sockets at whatever caught their foul gaze. She sighs again, picking up a bar of cheap soap and debates whether or not it's even worth using before the eyes in her shoulder squirm, vying to be drenched next. It disgusts her, the way they move but more than that she disgusts herself, Khare doing her best to hold back bile while peeling off the bandage protecting her forearm. Already the eyes there have grown back, looking angry and red as they too squirm to which she obliges, dunking her aching forelimb into the watery depths until they settle down. After she'd soaked for a couple of hours, she'd take the pumice stone to them again, scrubbing and scrubbing until they'd all rubbed off and turned the murky water an even filthier shade than it was to start with.

#🌈 || musings #body horror tw #body horror cw #Not even a starter or anything #Just a gross drabble of sorts #As a sort of self-motivation thing to push forth with writing again #Because god DAMN I'm finally off work! #Got yoinked in 3 hours early for an 7 hour shift #At... 10 minutes before they wanted me in #Shit reception made the message late but I got shit done and I am tired #But I have Sunday and Monday off as far as I know ;o; #Last day off was Monday so now I'm going to make some fucking effort even if it kills me ashsjf #Hi hi to everybody I've yet to respond to #Uhh hope you don't mind my squicky girl ;o; <3

[cinnamoncoffees]

I feel like you’d make something interesting out of

❛ your heart is beating so fast right now. ❜

We’re now calling this PART 1 😁

Wilhelm keeps back deliberately.

It’s repetitive, heading down the lake path and looping back up to the school several days a week if the weather is good. Wilhelm hates it. But he’s noticed that Simon, a little shorter than most of the rowing team, usually ends up behind everyone else, so it’s a trick he’s started using. The third years always push to the front while they’re running, and this way he doesn’t have to talk to them. He suspects Simon is also avoiding August (join the club).

This spring morning, the group separates out as it usually does, and Wilhelm pauses, pretending to do his shoelace, then jogs to catch up with Simon as the rest go on ahead.

Simon isn’t not talking to him exactly, it’s just that they haven’t really said much more than ‘hi’ in a while. It’s less awkward now though, and sometimes Simon smiles when he catches Wilhelm looking. Which means Wilhelm’s been staring more than usual, in the hope he’ll do it again. But he’s not expecting to chat when they’re running, or anything. He just… likes the proximity.

Wilhelm has just got level with Simon’s back, when the other boy suddenly trips, swears, and takes Wilhelm down with him. They roll down slightly, off the path, and land in some bracken, Simon half on top of Wilhelm. Wilhelm realises his arms are round Simon’s waist somehow, like he tried to break the fall, but he can’t move them, and they lie there panting for a minute.

Simon is the first to recover. He shifts, then drops his face into Wilhelm’s chest with a groan.

“God, I’m sorry. Are you OK?”

“Uh…”

Wilhelm has to think about it, but he’s a little distracted with how close they are. They haven’t been this close since… well, before Christmas. And he absolutely cannot think about that right now, which means he absolutely is thinking about that right now. Wilhelm suddenly feels very hot. It’s bad enough Simon’s knee is over Wilhelm’s hip, and if he moves again he’s going to know how much Wilhelm is thinking about that.

He clears his throat, and loosens his arms. His voice still comes out squeaky.

“Sorry, yeah, I’m good?”

“OK. Cool.”

Simon hasn’t moved though, and a branch is poking Wilhelm in the back, but there’s no way he’s going to get up and disturb whatever this is. Then Simon looks up at him, and his hand presses into Wilhelm’s chest, and Wilhelm doesn’t know what to do.

“Your heart is beating so fast right now,” Simon mutters, almost to himself. Then he moves his knee, and his eyes widen.

“Uh…” Wilhelm tries, stupidly.

Simon’s hand isn’t on his chest anymore. His fingers are touching Wilhelm’s neck, his thumb brushing Wilhelm’s cheek, and Wilhelm knows he knew how to breathe but it’s all forgotten. His eyes search Simon’s face, and drop to his lips, just for a second, but it’s enough.

He feels Simon’s breath against his skin, and he closes his eyes.

“Wille!”

Wilhelm hears the shout a couple of times before it registers. Then Simon is scrambling up, and holding a hand out to help him to his feet. They awkwardly brush down their clothes, and Simon is testing his ankle, checking he didn’t sprain it in the fall.

They make it back to the path just as Walter sprints round the corner.

Writing prompts

Part 2

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