#Pyro drabbles

[conundrumsofphilosophy]

hi!! how do you think each merc would react if they got stuck on an elevator? maybe reader could be there too and started panicking, how would they deal with it? ^^

ANON I LOVE THIS. this is such a fun prompt im obsessed. sorry this took literally months . college is hard

scout

- he's immediately mad. kicking the wall and repeatedly pushing buttons

- ends up pacing and freaking anyone else in the elevator out

- when he starts yelling for help it's over

- if you start panicking it'll just make him panic because he doesn't know what to do to help you, he just gets louder

soldier

- slamming on the doors with his entire body weight. does NOT realize the doors will open to an elevator shaft and not a safe floor

- SCREAMING for help. he's not panicked really just very impatient. it's very un-american to get trapped in an elevator.

- if he's in there too long he'll wear himself out and sit on the floor and pout for a while. sad sad puppy dog man

- if you're freaking out he'll just yell in your face which will not help but he is yelling reassuring things. he just has zero volume control.

pyro

- definitely just saying what the hell over and over again. not yelling just muttering to themself and being mostly unintelligible

- kicks the door a little bit but doesn't get overly violent

- mostly just dismayed at the situation. will sit down and fiddle with whatever they have on them, tinker with whatever weapons anyone has. patient

- will sit there in silence with you and help you breathe deep if you're panicking. mutters kind things which you can't understand but he's trying

engineer

- pops open the panel immediately and starts fiddling with wires and trying to fix it himself. not at all worried that he might break it worse

- throws stuff if he can't get it working again. very much with the dangits and dammits and dagnabbits

- starts yelling for help but gets bored of it pretty quick and just huffs and puffs

- if you're freaked out he'll calm himself down though. he'd hate to be part of the reason you're freaking out

demo

- he doesn't even notice at first. he's just drinking and smiling.

- once he realizes it's been a loooong time in the elevator. he'll sort of just poke at some buttons, kick at the door a little bit. surprisingly nonchalant about it

- if he's drunk enough he'll start to prepare to blow the door open you gotta make him not do that. because it would most certainly not help

- if you're freaking out he'll stare at you for a while before he even says anything because he doesn't know what would help. he isn't helpful at all

heavy

- so normal about. he is chilling. if someone else has an idea that requires brute force he will contribute but won't initiate it himself he's perfectly content to just wait it out

- i like to think he brings a little paperback with him all the time and he will just sit down and read

- might even fall asleep. his snoring would make anyone else in the elevator want to die though

- probably the best person to have with you if you're freaking out he can provide anything you need. need to be grounded? bone crushing hug. need reassuring words? might be a little broken in english but he's got em.

medic

- gone into hysterics i think. especially if there are more than three people in the elevator he needs out right now

- snaps at anyone that tries to get him to help with anything he's like. sitting in the corner rocking back and forth

- he's literally completely 100% normal the second you get out it's like nothing happened

- he's not helping you if you're freaking out unless staring at you menacingly is helping

sniper

- doesn't care literally whatsoever he's used to being in enclosed spaces for hours at a time

- you better believe he's pissing in jars if he has them.

- will help with the Escape Plan if he deems it smart enough

- if you're freaking out he'll just sit there but he thinks it's helping

spy

- soooooo frustrated there are much better things he'd rather be doing than being trapped with You People

- filling the elevator with cigarette smoke much to the chagrin of everyone in it. he does not care whatsoever

- gets bored quickly and will sit and flip his knife endlessly while still chainsmoking

- if you're freaking out he'll probably just say something he thinks is kind but just makes you feel worse

#doe's drabbles (request) #doe's drabbles (headcanons) #tf2 #tf2 engineer #tf2 medic #tf2 scout #tf2 demoman #tf2 heavy #tf2 pyro #tf2 spy #tf2 sniper #tf2 soldier #tf2 headcanons #tf2 mercs #anon

[simp999]

Pyro TF2 x Reader Drabble/Imagine(fluff)

(Reader knows sign language, fluff ensues.)

Masterlist

Wc: 0.3k

I feel like it'd be adorable to have a new merc walk in to the base and of course Pyro's already somewhat excited because hey- new buddy! But then our favorite Pyromaniac visibly gets a little mopey because nobody ever understands what they're trying to say. Sure, they're used to it, but it still kinda sucks that they can't exactly express themselves like they're hoping to.

So you can just imagine their excitement when you, the new merc, slowly attempts to sign to Pyro, asking if they understand sign language. You immediately see them light up, and you're sure the have the widest smile under their mask as they pause for a moment to intake the fact that they can finally be understood.

The adorable way they excitedly wave their hands up and down, then bring their right hand to do the 'yes!' sign.

Imagine little moments where only Pyro and you know what's going on, since you're silently chatting. Letting out inside jokes as everyone's playing cards, maybe even helping eachother out and telling eachother what cards you have.

Engineer catches on quickly- yet he doesn't have the heart to tell you both to "quit cheatin'!" It's not like there was money on the table anyway.

Imagine the pranks you two could pull, or the silent nights of simply enjoying each other's presence. If something needs to be said, the silence still isn't disrupted.

And this can be seen as platonic or romantic, but;

Imagine the first time they bring up their hand and stick out their thumb, index, and pinky finger. It's casual. They didn't want to go all out and do every sign, so they simply smashed all three letters into one.

I, L and Y.

With an immediate hug afterwards, and the giddiness of feeling special and appreciated by your favorite Firebug, you quickly copy their sign.

They nuzzle you on the cheek with their mask- which isn't the most comfortable, but you'll accept it nonetheless- you give them a big smile, and look forward to more sweet moments with them.

July.20.23

(A/N: I know I don't ever do drabbles, but I think I enjoy them very much. Would you guys mind seeing more of these?)

#team fortress #tf2 #pyro tf2 #team fortress two #team fortress 2 #team fortress 2 pyro #team fortress two pyro #pyro x reader #pyro x you #tf2 pyro x reader #tf2 drabble #team fortress fanfic #tf2 x reader #team fortress 2 x reader #team Fortress two x reader #x reader #fanfic #team Fortress two drabble #team fortress pyro

[lovingshadowpeaches]

Were you always this gentle?

MK doesn’t quite remember when he began letting Macaque near him again, as in, when he started letting Macaque take care of his injuries. Not that he minds it, the six eared demon has proven himself trustworthy more than enough ever since Lady Bone Demon was defeated for good. 

This particular injury happened during a sparring session with the aforementioned monkey, who MK forgot was,,,brutal during spars, which now resulted in bloodied knuckles and a scar across the side of his head. An accident, really, seeing how Macaque was apologizing profusely as he stopped all sparring and reached into a portal for bandages- or well, a whole first aid kit. As soon as the sparring was stopped, Pigsy, Tang, Mei and Sandy were shoved aside by the demon monkey, MK had been checked over fully at least three times, which, if you ask MK, was a bit much.

But he supposed, given the hole in the stone in MK's perfect shape, he can't hold it against Macaque. 

He attempts to tell Macaque that he's fine, it's just a small scar on his head, really he didn't feel it at all! But the concerned face of his substitute mentor told him otherwise- okay- it stung and he only felt it as Six Ears was cleaning it.

There is a certain gentleness to his touch, careful, as if MK's injuries would get twice as bad if he wasn't as careful, if he dared touch his skin with sharp claws it would gain new cuts. 

Really, when he looks closer, there is no usual, laid back facade, he isn't scolding him for his clumsy moves, or his lack of focus in the moment, no jabs, just silence, focus, attention fully set to patching him up. 

Was he always this gentle? 

Thinking back to when they trained together behind Monkey King's back(something he still feels bad about), despite the scolding and harsh criticism, Macaque's hands were always gentle, always fearful while patching him up or handing him food and drinks. The small break in his mask during those moments stuck with MK, etched into his memory, never to be forgotten.

Macaque mumbles that he'll have to take the rest of the day off, maybe even tomorrow, for the magic to heal him properly. Rest will do him good.

MK opens his mouth but Macaque shushes him, tells him they'll save Wukong, and the world, what he needs to focus his energy on is resting and healing. MK says he wasn't about to complain, but ask if he'd rest with him, after all, they both need to recharge their strength, right? MK gives the elder monkey a sad puppy look, his form glitching out again, and Macaque pats his back, trying to mask and hide how his voice softens as he agrees. 

MK giggles, the younger monkey resting his tail over Macaque's, he doesn't move, doesn't flinch, Macaque allows it to happen. He clears his throat, moving and nudging MK up, but instead the successor leans against him, nuzzling his head to his chest with a small smile, curling up next to him with his head in his lap, already dozing off. 

He stays awake long enough to take notice of Macaque's hands petting through his hair, with a touch even gentler than earlier, as if he were scared of accidentally hurting him again. MK falls asleep with a single thought. Macaque had a soft spot for him from the beginning. 

#umm i write too sometimes #i just love them so damn much #lego monkie kid #monkie kid #lmk #lmk macaque #six eared macaque #lmk mk #soysauce duo #lmk soysauce #pyro writes #drabble #this is FAMILIAL if i see a single fucking proshitter i will bite you

[kellanved-ammanas]

TF2 Drabbles: Sniper & Pyro - Monsters

Summary: The funniest version of a monster au would be Pyro being the token human. Everyone else is secretly hiding that they're whatever they are and has zero suspicion (minus the obvious exception of Spy towards Scout, probably) about anyone but Pyro being nonhuman. Pyro? There's a damn betting pool about what they actually are. Not a cent put in towards being human, that's for sure

~

One by one, after years of living together in close proximity, their secrets had gotten out; none of them were quite as human as they’d pretended to be upon joining the team. Medic was a vampire. Heavy a yeti, stricken nearly hairless – by yeti standards anyway as he was still quite hairy for a human– by a genetic defect. Sniper a werewolf. Demo a selkie who liked alcohol and explosives more than the sea. Soldier a wizard’s magical familiar gone feral. Engie a sentient robot who’d built himself a body that appeared human in order to escape the facility he’d been created in. Spy a cecaelia, making Scout half cecaelia – though he didn’t know it yet – as well as half siren. Which left only Pyro as a mystery.

“There’s no way Pyro’s human, right?” Scout brought up when a handful of them were playing cards the day after Engie’s secret had gotten out. “I mean the rest of us aren’t so there’s no way he is.”

“I’m human… sort of.” Sniper was born a werewolf so unlike those who were inflicted with the curse through a bite, he was somewhat wolf-like all the time. But that still made him more human than some of the people at this table.

“Nah, that don’t count,” Demo said. “None of us are human so Pyro almost certainly ain’t either. He’s probably just the suit.”

“He’s for sure like a ghost or something haunting the suit,” Scout said. “Which is why he’s so spooky. Or maybe his soul was tied to it against his will.”

“Could be but I’m betting the suit’s just enchanted or cursed, or something and became sentient ‘cause of it.”

“He could be a slime monster.” Sniper had met a slime monster once long ago. “That way he’d fit perfectly in the suit and it protects from fire which slime monsters are vulnerable to.”

“Or he could be a shape shifting monster in the shape of a suit,” Medic cut in, drawing Sniper’s attention to the fact that he’d entered the common room.

Heavy was with him, adding, “Could be a demon. Demons like fire, right?”

From there it wasn’t long before a proper betting pool started, managed by Engie. Everyone had their own idea what Pyro could be and with money on the line, they all wanted to know for sure.

Asking was a bit rude but several did so anyway. Pyro always gave the same answer; he was entirely human, he just had a thing about wearing the suit. Asking him to prove it was too rude for even Scout to stoop to because they were pals. Not that he would’ve likely been willing to anyway.

As far as Sniper could tell no one believed him, Sniper certainly didn’t. There was just no way, right? As a result the betting pool remained. The truth would come out eventually just as everyone else’s lies about being human had all been proven to be such. If he did turn out to be entirely human as he claimed, no one would win. What were the chances of that though?

#my writing #tf2 #team fortress 2 #tf2 drabbles #monster au #sniper #pyro

[patfr8]

“Hair holds memories”

He remembers who he was. His friends, the ones he called his family. The land that adopted him when he was a cursed outsider. But every time he looked at himself in the mirror, he didn’t see that teen that loved adventuring, he didn’t see that kid with terrible luck, he didn’t see the baby that was abandoned so he could have a better chance at life. No, he only saw what everyone called him. He saw a god. Not a teen, a kid, or a baby.

Bennett had been gone for so long he didn’t remember. He had lost everything. His friends, his family. His homeland. Now, he was slave to the people of fire and war. He had to give them a better live. His mother counted on him.

He was still blonde, but his tips faded to red. He had green eyes, but every time he used his power, they turned red. He had a Pyro Vision, but it was fake. He had two Mondstadt Visions, but they were blank. He was alone.

He was no longer a child. He had died many times, and he had been reborn from the ashes the same amount. Others would compare him to a fenix, but those were powerful and perfect creatures. He was born from fire, war and death. He was far from perfect. He wasn’t a fenix, he was a Quetzalcoatl, a dragon of feathers and power. He was the last one too, which didn’t help. He was useless.

His name was Eligos, God of Death, Pyro Archon and Emperor of Natlan. But all those titles meant nothing if he was alone. What a shame.

“Just because I’m the God of Death doesn’t mean I do the killing. I just make sure the dead stay like that, dead”

They had told him hair holds memories. He never cut it. Maybe his mind was losing those moments, but at least some part of him would still have them. Death waits for no one, and its god is far too tired to care anymore. He used to be a happy boy. Now he’s just the shell of who he thinks he was.

Eligos had killed Bennett and he will never know if it was worth it.

#pat talks #genshin impact #rumblings #genshin bennett #Bennett headcannon #Bennett is the pyro archon #pyro archon #god of death #natlan #genshin headcanons #Bennett #when he becomes a god he gets his god title #which is Eligos #Eligos #my boy has lost his two best friends #he dies a lot #turns into ashes #and then comes back #but loses a little of himself each time #drabble #genshin drabbles

[scoutsbabygirl]

y/n: pyro you're so hot

pyro: *muffled giggles ensue*

y/n: no actually, you must be melting under that suit

pyro:

y/n: scouts passed out from heat exhaustion because you turned off all the fans and broke the ac last tuesday

pyro: :)

#tf2 #tf2 x reader #tf2 pyro #tf2 drabble

[dinoburger]

Heavy gets cards from his mother and sisters.

Dell has a wealth of stories about his family, even if he and Fred aren't as close as they were when he was a child, he still gets letters from relatives too. He goes out to visit them when he can.

Even Spy, who's life is shrouded in mystery, has his fair share of romantic pursuits outside of work (and inside of work).

Tavish and Mick get calls from their mothers, Scout does too, occasionally interrupted by the aforementioned Spy asking to be put on with her (the answer is always a very angry "GET LOST").

And Soldier always has someone to call, whether they want to hear from him or not (Merasmus does not understand how he keeps getting his number).

The Medic is handed the receiver one day, they're moving out to an area in a complete dead zone, better let your loved ones know. He stands at the phone, wondering who he would even call, finger hovering over the buttons. Eventually he puts the receiver back.

There's only really one other mercenary he notices is the same way, never receiving cards or calls, never seeming to send anything out either. He couldn't imagine it would be easy to make calls through that gas mask.

Well, Herr Pyro, maybe we could spend our day off together?

#I'm amassing these tiny tf2 drabbles (is that the right word) in my tumblr drafts idk what to do with them #I think they would like going somewhere peaceful and beautiful like a public garden. as long as Pyro waits until afterwards to burn it down #Solly and Pyro both love fireworks too. Medic not so much but it's nicer to do something in company. #Jane Pyro and Medic are the only mercs without confirmed family of any sort. Thinking about it.

[lilianlay]

Tickletober day 12 - invisibility

Pyro fatui agent and Bennett

Thank you @fresh-thomato for this idea^^ Love you❤

- Attack! I'm not scared of you! - Bennett was on a new mission and along the way he met a pyro fatui agent and so he took out his sword and prepared for battle. Even despite his bad luck, the boy was good at his fighting skills.

But fatui didn't give up so easily and used his best attacks. His main trump card was of course invisibility, which he took advantage of and for Bennett this was a problem.

He was still standing in a pose ready to attack, but nothing happened.

- I know you're here! - the sword user began to slowly move forward. Suddenly he felt a slight squeeze on his side and from this he squealed.

- S-show yourself! - hhis time his voice owed a little, but he continued to wait.

From every little rustle and sound, he spun in every direction, but the agent was nowhere to be found.

The blond decided that fatui had escaped and put away his sword. After a couple of seconds, he felt a strange sensation next to his tummy and jumped up.

He rubbed the spot and moved on. But he feels the tickle on his sides again, and this time he folds over and squeals.

- No, nohohohoho anythihihihing buhahahat thahahahat plehehehease - the boy laughed louder and tried to catch the invisible hands, but it was useless.

Skillful fingers slid under Bennett's clothes and tickled his tummy. The pyro element user laughed out loud and tried to run away, but those fingers were all over the place. And when he once again made an attempt to escape, because of his bad luck, he stumbled and fell on the grass. And then the tickling returned. His legs writhed in the air, and his hands again tried to catch the invisible fatui.

- Plehehehehehehehease, I cahahahahan't tahahahahake ihihihit anymohohohore. Sohohoho tihihihihicklish. - he felt a tickle under his knees and yelled.

- StohoHOHOHOHOP, YOHOHOHOHOU WOHOHOHOHON. JUHAHAHAHAST STOHOHOHOHOP - His legs were wiggling very fast.

Finally, the tickling stopped and Bennett opened his eyes. He was breathing heavily, his cheeks burning with shame and long laughter. And in front of him sits fatui. The boy was trembling, but didn't know what would happen next and quickly closed his eyes. The sword user felt his tears being wiped away from laughter and his head being patted. He looked back at the agent.

Fatui didn't say anything, just got up and left.

Bennett lay on the grass for a while and analyzed what had happened. As long as he can say one thing, he liked it and would like to meet this strange fatui again.

#tickletober #tickletober2022 #day 12 #invisibility #genshin impact #tickle genshin impact #tickle genshin #tickle fic #tickle drabble #bennett #pyro fatui agent #ticklish bennett #ler!pyro fatui agent #lee!bennett #tickling

[emotionally-happy-pyro]

*boops your gas mask* hey, brought you a drink, it is hot out. Also brought a snack.

!!!!!

[[Nah 'cause that scene idea is adorable!!

Pyro, sitting out in the sun while the other mercs are doing their thing- legs out in front of them in a child-like sitting position. Engie might be working on a sentry, Scout's running around chasing whatever animal is unlucky enough to be near him, Heavy eating a sanvich and offering one to Medic who's just... standing there.. staring. He must be experimenting on something. Maybe he's checking everyone's reactions to the heat?

Either way, nobody's really paying attention to Pyro 'cause y'know, they figure Pyro doesn't care about the heat- or maybe it doesn't affect them? They've probably all unpurposefully decided that Pyro's not human.

Then you come around behind them while they're silently dying of heat, probably exhausted and kind of out of it so they don't really notice you until their gasmask is lightly pushed down and they hear a "boop!", only to look up and see you offering them a nice, cold drink. You know that they won't drink it in front of others, so they wonder why you even bothered.

Though, they really appreciate it and jump up to hug you and you notice after a second that Pyro kind of leans most of their weight on you- they sure must be tired. But before they can pass out hugging you, they quickly grab the drink and make a quick "thank you" gesture in sign language before running off to presumably drink in privacy.]]

#[[can you tell i haven't written in a few days. it seems i'm starved]] #tf2 #sorry bout the rant www #was not supposed to get that long #team fortress 2 #team fortress two #team fortress #pyro tf2 #pyro #emotionally happy pyro #drabble

[butch-blu-scout]

Fluffy Scout finding an injured animal and being an expert on caring for them? Also the animal becomes the Team mascot?

OOOOOO! Okay- I'm gonna pick a lesser prairie chicken! Which look like this!

Scout loves animals.

We all know this. This man grew up with cats, dogs, a bird or two. He's had 'em all and he loves animals.

I like to think he volunteers at animal shelters whenever he goes back home.

Anyway-

So Scout's out on his morning run, and he's on his way back to the base. It's hot, he's sweaty, and Scout wants nothing more than to get back into the air conditioned base.

Until he hears some weak chirps

Of course, he can't ignore the weak sound so, despite how close he is to being back, he follows the sound.

After ten minutes of careful tip-toeing and listening he finds it.

A little prairie chicken... with a broken wing.

It tried to hop away, but the poor thing really couldn't get too far.

So Scout, a sucker for animals and ESPECIALLY animals in need, takes off his shirt, gently corrals the bird into a sort of baby-sling-shirt contraption. And then he gently carries it back to the base.

Of course, he can't really fix it by himself (he doesn't have the supplies) but you know who does?

Medic. Medic does, SO Scout takes the lil guy to Medic.

Medic is not amused.

He does NOT want some wild, potentially DISEASED, bird anywhere near his doves. So he just gives Scout the supplies and kicks him tf out.

So Scout, with his minimal experience taking care of injured animals decides to ask everyone else for help. But mostly Sniper.

Because Sniper could help. For sure.

And shockingly Sniper does help.

Once Scout and Sniper have the bird patched up, they decide make it a little home. But they don't have enough stuff.

So they ask everyone to help out.

The little prairie chicken gets silk blankets from spy, a lot of straw/bedding fluff from Soldier (Don't ask), a tiny house built by Engie, a little heater from Demo, several tiny pillows from Heavy, and the whole thing is decorated with stickers and paint by Pyro (It is actually horrifying to look at but don't tell him).

Even Medic chips in with feeding essentials.

Eventually though, the bird heals, and it's time to let it go

But it doesn't leave.

They try really hard (Read: they immediately let it stay because they love this silly bird) but this little chicken refuses to go.

So they keep it.

And finally, she gets a name

Penny.

Penny the Prairie chicken :)

#tf2 #team fortress 2 #scout tf2 #tf2 sniper #tf2 medic #tf2 spy #tf2 engineer #heavy tf2 #demo tf2 #tf2 pyro #tf2 soldier #tf2 drabble #tf2 fic #tf2 ask #okay but this was literally so cute to write thank you so much ;-;

[micro-meltdown]

If you're still wanting a writing prompt, how about a sprinkle of happiness for the blorbo (Andy Apple)?

sprinkle of happiness

CW: none

prompt: Andy is trying to bake, but is suddenly interrupted by a very infuriating ghost

Autumn was a very busy season for the farm, but on this day, Andy found himself finishing his work early.

What better way to spend his hard-earned free time than to prepare for the next day!

He had planned a picnic with his friends (derogatory), and wanted to bake something for everyone to enjoy.

With a hum, he went straight to his kitchen, already knowing what he would make.

Cinnamon buns!

Good thing that Margret had allowed him to borrow her baking book, because Andy could Not remember a recipe for the life of him.

After finding the right page, he quickly gathered all the ingredients for the dough.

He started right away, but oh… halfway trough beating the dough, he noticed that he was missing a key ingredient!

The cinnamon!

He looked around frantically, mumbling to himself… "where is it? I was convinced it was around here somewhere…"

. . .

"Whatcha doing?"

Andy flinched and turned to the door… letting out a groan after seeing who it was.

"Mr. Eastwood! You about gave me a heart attack!"

The spirit of Thomas was leaning against the door, with a cocky smile "You wouldn't be the first ghost in this house."

Andy huffed, resuming his search.

"I'm trying to bake…"

. . .

Thomas lingered at the door, watching him… before slowly floating to one of the upper shelves and pulling out a cinnamon container.

"Looking for this?"

"Yeah!"

Andy quickly coughed, to cover up the excited tone.

"Yeah, uh... thanks."

Thomas landed next to him, sprinkling some cinnamon dust on Andy's head.

"Here, have a sprinkle of happiness for your grumpiness."

"Hey! No!"

Andy quickly grabbed the container, brushing off the dust, while the spirit couldn't hold back his laughter.

The apple turned away to measure the cinnamon with a pout, grumbling...

"Mr. Eastwood, you're an idiot."

"Love ya too, buddy"

Thomas chuckled once more, before leaving Andy to it… who was hiding a little smile.

#writing requests #pyros writing #aaf fanfic #aaf au #pumpple pie au #thomas eastwood #aaf andy #drabble #babas blorbos

[conundrumsofphilosophy]

obviously i don't have any requests yet so i asked a friend for a random scenario to write headcanons about and i was told merc movie night. so :)

scout

- throws a fit about whatever he wants to watch being chosen but it never gets picked because he has terrible taste

- literally guzzles his entire drink within the first five minutes of the movie and then refuses to get up to pee unless the movie is paused

- his attention span is awful so he stops paying attention for half the movie and then bugs someone (probably spy.) to recap him on what happened

- "who's that" "what's his name" "why is he doing that" "wait where are they" "how does it end"

soldier

- attention span is worse than scout's. ends up trying to talk through the entire thing, gets shushed violently

- if the movie really bores him he falls asleep like someone's dad and snores in a way that is so devilish. gets throw pillows pressed over his face

- if he manages to get sucked into whatever they're watching he will randomly bring up things from it weeks later and nobody realizes what he's talking about and he doesn't have the capacity to explain

- gets so comfy cozy on the couch but then tosses and turns the whole time because his comfy cozy never lasts

pyro

- straight up does not care what they watch, just happy they're hanging out

- gets super into the movie and reacts verbally and physically to what's happening on screen

- asks engineer questions if he gets confused about what happened. he rarely gets confused though because he pays such close attention

- loves slapstick comedy flicks

engineer

- falls asleep no matter how much he's interested in what they watch. head thrown back, throat gurgling, demonic snoring emanating from this man. elbowed awake by pyro and scout but it never lasts he goes right back to sleep

- will fuck up some popcorn

- hates when spy's movie gets picked because it's always some foreign arthouse film he does not care to understand. he likes things that make sense and have a good plot

- doesn't bother for a recap on whatever he missed while he was asleep. he goes into movie nights knowing he'll fall asleep so he doesn't get upset about missing anything

demoman

- similarly to engineer, he will FUCK UP some popcorn. he is absolutely destroying that shit and every other snack that's provided. he needs to constantly be doing something with his hands and can't sit still for an entire movie so he just shovels popcorn down his throat

- spends half the movie squinting at the tv because he is so confused. it could be spelled out on screen and he still doesn't know what's going on

- gets up to pee one thousand times and trips over someone every single time

- his movie picks are always great

heavy

- reacts so strongly to high emotion moments in movies. laughs like a maniac at comedies, cries at tragedies. he isn't afraid to show emotion!

- anytime he isn't reacting though he looks so pissed off. arms crossed, back straight, staring dead at the screen

- only one to have never fallen asleep during a movie night. everyone else has AT LEAST once

- will never turn down a little blankie action. toss a nice blanket over his legs he's a happy man

medic

- does not really enjoy movie nights. he enjoys spending some time with the others but it gets to a point where he really wants to be alone and he doesn't know how to politely escape the situation

- cannot handle the sound of snoring so if engineer or soldier are out he is pressing his ear against heavy's shoulder and his own hand over his other ear. he'll guess what the actors are saying

- appreciates spy's movie choices (is the only one that does)

- sits really uncomfortably for the whole movie and has to pace around stretching out when it's over

sniper

- loves a good movie. he really really just enjoys watching a movie he's a simple man. won't complain about whatever gets picked, will just kick his legs up and relax and enjoy it

- expert at rationing his snack and beverage to last the whole time. will not share

- looks like he's asleep but is not he's just very very still and relaxed

- sometimes sits in the floor leaned against the couch rather than on it or on a chair. it's easier for him to get his legs stretched all the way out that way + he tends to give the furniture up for the folks that are going to end up asleep

spy

- as previously mentioned, he always chooses the snobbiest foreignest arthouse films that are no fun to watch and he truthfully doesn't even like that much himself. it's all a facade

- how many cigarettes he goes through during a movie is an indicator of how much he enjoyed it. the more smoked the worse he thought the movie was

- gets really embarrassed if he laughs at something stupid but even spy is not immune to slapstick comedy. he tries to cover it up with a cough but nobody falls for that

- sometimes scout falls asleep on his shoulder and it makes him so mad (he doesn't mind it)

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yay first post! to anyone who may see this, consider shooting me a request :3

#tf2 #tf2 headcanons #tf2 scout #tf2 soldier #tf2 pyro #tf2 demoman #tf2 engineer #tf2 heavy #tf2 medic #tf2 sniper #tf2 spy #doe's drabbles (headcanons)

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Can you do hc' or a little drabbke with human freddy? Him veing nice and cute for once? Or something with do estic lifestyle?

ooh human!fred, interesting ! here it is!

(btw, you are portrayed as Loretta in this, enjoy)

Human!Freddy being nice with his S/O

At the moment, you were walking in circles in your house, it was very late, Katherine had already been in bed for more than two hours. You sat for the umpteenth time on the sofa, staring at the coffee table, twiddling your thumbs. Suddenly, you heard the sound of keys. You got up and stood in front of the door when it opened and Fred Krueger appeared before your eyes.

"It's late I'm sorry (Y/N), I had to work a few extra hours and couldn't tell you."

"I was really worried about you, this is the first time this has happened!

You invited him to come in, he put his coat and hat on the coat rack and took off his shoes then tenderly took you in his arms, gently caressing your cheek. He came to kiss you tenderly for a few minutes, nothing rough this time but rather gently. You withdrew and invited him to sit on the couch while you brought him a cold beer. He sat down with a sigh and you placed his beer on the coffee table.

"Thanks (Y/N)."

"Are you going to bed now? Personally, I'm not sleepy."

"No. We can spend some time together while the little one sleeps."

He took a sip of his beer and then invited you to snuggle up to him, gently patting the couch seat. You joined him gladly and laid your head against his shoulder and he came to kiss his forehead.

"Next time I'll do my best to warn you, I'm sorry again."

"It's okay I'm not mad. I missed you."

"Me too, I was so looking forward to coming home and hugging you."

He pressed you tenderly against the couch and kissed you gently as he removed the clothes covering you one by one. He continued his kisses all along your body while passing his hands against your skin, you let out a small moan of pleasure.

After a few hours you were snuggled up, naked, still on the couch, Fred smoking a cigarette. It was perfect. No more questions. What you didn't know was that he didn't come home late because of overtime at his job, no. He was late for an even more horrible reason. For the moment he was in a calm mood, he was trying his best to be loving towards you, you had to reciprocate. It was quite complicated for him to deal with his emotions and express his feelings, he never knew real love until now.

#pyro writes #fred krueger #freddy krueger #human freddy krueger #drabble #I think? lmao #a nightmare on elm street #slasher #horror

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          “–then we just need to carefully turn the dial here to expose the Pyro and Electro components to each other, and…!”

         Danae grimaced as the soft clicks registered, shaking out the slight tremor in her free hand.

         The last time she’d tried this, the whole thing had blown up in her face and caused a nasty slew of injuries she’d nearly been permanently blinded by. Which had only been avoided by a prompt trip to Durene, who upon healing her had elected to make Danae’s life utterly miserable for the next hour with the ensuing lecture. And considering she couldn’t even speak, that had been a feat in and of itself. She would have almost preferred getting verbal nagged than dealing with the extra impact Durene’s facial expression gave her signing.

         Almost.

        Now, one would think wanting to avoid such a thing would discourage Danae from trying again. If not wanting to avoid the scolding, then in not wanting to face agony and risk permanent injury should the healer not get to her soon enough this time. Most anyone would. But anyone who knew her well would also damn well know she only only ever took such things as a challenge rather than anything cautionary.

        She feared no monster nor god, so why should Durene be any different?

        That said, if she did happen to keep the device at a safer distance away from her face this go around, it was purely out of practicality.

        Still…hubris aside, having to go back to Durene for help if the reaction repeated ( especially if it resulted worse, considering the changes she'd made since then ), more so after specifically being told not to ever try this again still added a lot more pressure now. Especially since the woman would surely be so damn glad for the opportunity to gloat about how right she was. And having bear Durene’s all-too expressive face and stupid little name sign once she saw the thermal and electrical burns again would definitely make the matter all the more humiliating, too–

         “Oh…!”

         Danae’s eyes flashed open as an odd sensation suddenly thrummed ( Odd, odd, was it painful? No, that wasn’t it- ) through her body, concentrated at her hand where she held the device. Thrummed along her frayed nerves and burrowed deep into her sore muscles.

         Her lips parted in surprise as she swayed in place, brain trying to place just what it was she was percieving. Hand trembling in the wake of and direct contact to such a sensation, her grip on the device slackened a slight, even while the other tried to steady it. “Wh-what'n th–?”

          Luckily, a deft pair of hands managed to cup it beneath hers, preventing it from falling to the floor and shatter. Even while her hands had instinctively gripped the thing tighter–

          “Morcant?”

          The name and the growing uncomfortable buzz under Danae’s skin where they touched had her fully snapping out of her haze, jerking back and holding her device closer to her chest. Perhaps a bad idea, considering how volatile the last one had been and the particular composition of this one, but– “M'fine.”

          Da-Lun raised a brow but raised his hands placatingly and backed away all the same.  “I thought it yet another adverse reaction. Though different from the last, I didn’t want it to break, so–”

          “Well, you thought wrong,” she hissed, fingers moving the scratch at the still-tingling skin. “Wait for the damn thing to leave my hand before makin’ a grab for it. Got it? Or need I drill it into yer fucking skull?”

          The man huffed out a breath, but nodded curtly. “Understood.”

          “Good.” Even decently satisfied with his response, Danae still couldn’t help pressing her nails into the ebbing tingling on her skin to ease it. Though…huh, usually that feeling took longer to go away–

         “So what was it then?”

         Danae turned to glance over at Ozzy, the man idly tapping his pen against the parchment as he tilted his head. Wait, not idly.

         You look like an idiot, the pattern read, when he'd repeated it. Calm down.

         "Tch." Biting back an otherwise snarled retort, Danae rolled her eyes. And realized she’d been slumping against the work bench, straightening up immediately with a sharp jerk. Fuck, when had she lowered her guard like that–? “It–works.”

         “I know it does, sweetheart,” Ozzy remarked, an insufferable, amused grin at his lips. He gestured a slight with the pen. “I could see the tension leave your body an' you gasping instead a' howling in agony or gettin’ crispied like I was hopin’–"

          ”We made a bet on its success,“ Da-Lun explained, ”I, in your favor, of course," as if that made it any better–

           ”–so clearly it must work as intended. Or at least, to your insatiable standards.” Ozzy snickered, rather amused in spite ( or perhaps because ) of her glare as he added, “I was curious as t'just how much so had it. Since it got you of all people to relax like that.”

           Danae glanced down at the device–fuck, she was slumping again, curled around it too, what the hell– 

          “It doesn’t…!” She hesitated.

          “Tell us honestly, now, sweetheart,” Ozzy chided. He offered another stupid grin as he waved the pen. “If not for me, then for your results. You care about those, at least, don’t you?”

          Danae pursed her lips.

          …ah, she couldn't argue with that. Or him, as much as she'd want to. She had to ensure the necessary observations were recorded, after all. Embarrassing as her reaction was though–

          “It doesn’t make the pain go away completely,” she admitted, sighing as her favorite sound of scratches of quilltip on parchment began to fill the air. The sounds added to the otherwise quiet of the room, the hum of the device, the dimmer lights save the lamp at her bench behind her...oh, that was nice. So nice; she almost felt tempted to lean back and close her eyes to indulge in it all. Almost–

          “I can still feel it," she continued, drumming her tingling fingers on the iron casing. "S'no magic cure-all or anything, it’s just…compared to how I usually feel, it’s…it’s…” Dammit, how did she explain this- “It–I feel lighter? Nicer??? Like it...it–”

          “Makes the flare ups tolerable?” Da-Lun supplied gently.

          She narrowed her eyes a slight.

          No mocking. No teasing. Simply aiding her to find the right words. Huh...

          “Yeah...that.” She carefully moved to press the device against her hip, sliding it further along her bad leg. And promptly let out a soft sigh as she gingerly stretched the limb out. “Note, closer contact to the more sensitive areas provides a far more effective use of the…th'–” Fuck, wait, why’d she say that? That gave too much away, too much that was highly exploitable, if the odd look on Da-Lun's face was any indication–

          “Maiden’s Solace?” Ozzy offered, pausing to look up.

          Danae’s mouth opened and closed, once, twice, before her lips pressed into a fine line.

          He didn't go for mocking, either. Nor seem to have any apparent intents to take advantage of said fact, if his lack of reaction was any tell. Which was odd, because she would have figured he would keep more of an ear out for such things than Da-Lun. No, the only real problem she had with Ozzy piping up with his little suggestion now was–

          “M'not a maiden,” she remarked, wrinkling her nose. Even if, sure, it was made for one in mind, but she was the one who made it, so– “Brigand’s Solace?”

          Ozzy scoffed, chuckling as he pointed the pen accusingly. “Now you just stole my idea and made it sound more cool than it is, Morc.”

           “Oh, come up with a better one then! I dare you–”

           "Bettin' on what that I CAN, then–"

           “Everflame Lenity?” Da-Lun interjected, before their bickering could escalate. He nodded his head at the device. “Considering the Pyro component.”

           Stilling, Danae and Ozzy exchanged a glance.

           “That works well enough,” Danae decided, shrugging as Ozzy gave a noncommittal hum ( ’I like the contradiction,’ he might have muttered, she didn’t care to make sure right now ). “For this version, anyways. I might want to change the Pyro source further down the line.”

           “Already thinking of advances for it,” Da-Lun noted, with what sounded suspiciously like an amused laugh. “You really never change.”

           “Well, I can’t afford to just settle after a victory,” she told him, rather matter-of-factly. “‘specially not when I’ve finally gotten a real breakthrough with SOMETHING now.”

           “Cuz yer a shit inventor, sweetheart–”

           “Oz,” Da-Lun warned.

           Danae rolled her eyes, rather than dignify it with a response of her own. Though the fact that the–yeah, okay–Everflame Lenity helped keep her usually simmering temper at bay may have also contributed something. Sue her, she felt nice and relaxed right now, thank you very much. And ruining it to bite the bait Ozzy set out just wasn't worth the effort.

           But like hell would she explain THAT to them.

           Still…okay, yeah, this thing was definitely an immense help when the relief was closer to the worst of the pain. Especially pressed directly against her skin. It was enough to help bear with more than simply physical ailments, with the steady thrum soothing her usually hair-thin nerves enough to keep her calmer than she'd felt in a long time.

          Did that perhaps have an effect on why it felt so pleasant overall, too?

          Shit, were it any closer to her center, the ease it had in spreading the feeling to the rest of her body would definitely be inconvenient. It left her feeling too lax as it was; not focused enough nor willing to keep moving, like she ought to be. It made her want to take it easy, let her body rest. Left her feeling vulnerable, much too vulnerable-

          “What is it then? Th'Everflame seed’s really not good enough for you?” Ozzy asked, back to scribbling down his notes. “Picky, picky~ What’s the issue?”

          Yeah, better tell them any of that. They'd never let her live it down-

          “Well, it works sufficiently enough,” Danae explained, looking back down at the device. She ran her thumb along the dial slowly turning it back. Hesitating when the sensations dulled to mild discomfort began to swell again. “And it will supply an adequately continuous source of Pyro energy to resonate with the Electro Crystal; thus inducing the energy reaction that triggers the relaxant properties I wanted. That is exactly why I'd chosen it initially.”

          “So that’s how that works,” Ozzy muttered, more to himself than her. And being kind enough to mark the inscribed explanation over for ease in locating it at a later time. Which she would normally be worried about, him considered–

          “But?” Da-Lun urged.

          “But,” she amended, tone firm to ensure Ozzy heard, and heard it well– “The Everflame seed, like its source, can be…unstable.”

          Ozzy stopped writing. A flurry of thoughts seemed to cross his mind before he met her gaze, head tilting a slight.

          “So…it’s useless for dear Eliza, then?” he asked. Oddly calm, at that, she reckoned, with hardly a trace of his usual jesting. Enough to make even Da-Lun shift uneasily. Which in and of itself should have been a warning. Anyone else who really knew him well enough sure would have.

          Still, deliberately ignoring it and the little hint of something in his tone ( bitterness? Yeah, that was probably it– ), Danae shrugged. “Not entirely, I would think. But it’s better than nothing.” She paused then tilted her head, a mocking grin at her lips. “What? Scared to risk yer precious little ward, now? When she could FINALLY get her much-needed relief?”

          Ozzy bared his teeth in a laugh. "I just don’t recall clearing her to be one of your little test subjects, love.“

         ”She just needs to say yes,“ Danae retorted. ”I don’t think Eliza needs your permission to be a part of my little–"

          A spark of violet had her voice choking back–Da-Lun had suddenly moved to stand next to her before she could taunt Oz any further. Whether to shut her up or because he had a thought he’d impulsively acted on, she wasn’t quite sure. Probably the former. Especially since he knew how much she hated when he flash-stepped like that–

          “May I?” Da-Lun asked. He remained in place even at her glare, though kneeling immediately once she gave him a curt nod. He reached to handle the device–careful not to touch Danae in the process this time, thankfully.

          Surprise flickered across his features as his shifted his hold on it–ah, so even Da-Lun was taken aback by the odd sensation it gave off–and looked it over. Once, then a second glance-over, gingerly rolling it over across her leg a slight ( oh, that...felt a little better; making a note to write down the way he'd moved and placed it later- ) to ensure he didn’t touch anything more than the points he was holding it by and where it rested against her. 

           Danae shook off the slight daze the sensation brought on her, determinedly looking over at Ozzy, who begun to lean forwards. Staring so intently he didn’t notice the ink dripping off the pen tip splattering on his pants–

          ”Hm..."

          ”Report," Danae demanded immediately.

          “It looks to stable enough so long no truly jarring movements are made,” Da-Lun affirmed, pulling back. “Which unfortunately means Morcant here can’t bring it along in-battle–”

           “Oh, the horror,” she drawled, rolling her eyes. “Please, not dealing with agonizing flare ups while on duty. I’ve never experienced that before–”

           “–but it should be safe enough for Eliza to use for herself,” Da-Lun patiently finished. ”Since she is usually at rest and in tucked away in bed."

           “And surely I’ll just up and let you just test that on her?” Ozzy remarked, raising a brow.

           Recall exploitable connection, certainty and magnitude higher than original assumption, Danae's brain chimed in. Factor unpredictability, should be constant enough to use–seek gaining favor, ensuring no repercussions amid self-benefit–

           “I can tote it around while here at home base for awhile longer, if you want,” Danae offered. ”Just to be sure." Compromising as it was, but if it meant getting on his good side here-

          ”Mm, I do like the heightened chances of you getting blown to smithereens,“ Ozzy mused.

          Danae snorted. ”Ha–when boars fly maybe–"

          ”It could do some good in helping Morcant stay in a better mood during its trial run,“ Da-Lun wryly remarked. Gods dammit, there was the mocking she'd been hoping to avoid– “That would save us from plenty frustration. Or…why not try it yourself, Oz? For Eliza’s sake?”

           The man blinked then huffed, leaning back as he pointed at the other with the pen.

          “I like the pain I feel, thank you very much,” Ozzy drawled. “Makes me feel alive. S'like a badge of honor for all I've been through. What I've survived, an' all that shit–” Excuses-

          “And I pride myself in that badge of honor as much as you do,” Danae retorted, rolling her eyes. She carefully rolled the device a bit more over her skin. ”And feeling the relief I do from it right now is just downright weird, I’ll admit.“ She paused a moment to brace herself, then fully pulled the device away from her body in a swift motion. Curling her lip a little at the growing, gnawing want to put it right back into place– “But believe me, try this. Just this once. Or what? You scared?”

           Ozzy barked out a laugh. "Of one of your contraptions? Oh, very, sweetheart."

            "Aww, truly?" Danae goaded. "Stars, and here I thought there was no gamble you wouldn't take!"

            "Say I do, then," Ozzy chided, rolling his shoulders a bit. Ooh, had that annoyed him? That was a first- "I highly doubt it'd even work right–"

           ”And with any luck, he’d fumble it and it’d blow him halfway to Celestia,“ Da-Lun muttered, the corner of his lip twitching a slight at Danae's snicker. ”Spare us all his clownery.“

           Ozzy eyed him at that, eyes narrowing just a hint before holding his hand out for the device. "Oh, I'd like to see Celestia tryn'n handle me, Da."

           "You really think gods can't do what we have already?"

           "Nope."

           Danae scoffed a laugh then handed it off to Da-Lun, who passed it over to the man. Grimacing when Ozzy swiftly snatched it from his hands.

          Seriously, was he trying to make it explode?

          Especially since he'd immediately pushed against his belly, just under his ribs at his right side, the moment he'd gotten it. Which, recklessness aside, was already odd in and of itself, because Danae could have sworn his back ought to be where it goes. Pain relief considered, anyways.

           Huh. So his weakest physical point was closer that area then?

           A breathless sound in surprise had Danae's thoughts stuttering to a halt as she looked back over at the others.

           Ozzy’s jaw had dropped, eyes wide as he clutched the Lenity to his body. Pressing it a little tighter, even while Da-Lun had tsk’d and tried to ease his grip, tried to stop him from fully turning the dial.

           ”Good then?“ Danae asked, moving to hop back up onto her workbench. A hand moved to idly dig the heel of her hand at the joint of her hip, once, twice, pushing down towards base of her knee, then her lower leg as she glanced him over. ”Looks like it, if yer all dopey now. Stars, did I actually discover the means to finally sedate you?"

            Ozzy managed a chuckle. “Okay, so that…that really…!”

            Da-Lun stepped to scoop up the pen and parchment from where the man had discarded them, then moved back. Oh, good, he knew the priorities here, as always– “Yes?”

           “Morc, when you said resonate, you really…!” Ozzy let out a soft exhale, gesturing a slight to Da-Lun with his head, "C'mere, Da," then promptly pressed against the other for support once he drew close enough. No sooner, Ozzy's eyes fluttered shut, a content little hum rising in his throat.

           He lay still a moment, two, before adding to his recount, “Feels lovely. Like a gentle...buzz? No, a hum, all through me." He waited a moment for Da-Lun to catch up, then added, "S'very soothing. Like…like a song–”

            “Like Sister Barbara’s healing song?” Danae teased, shifting a slight as she eyed the Lenity. Stars above, the fact that she still wanted it back was a bad sign weak, weak-

            “Oh, no–no, I don’t like that.” Ozzy’s eyes scrunched up a bit in distaste. "Th'shit gives me headaches just hearin' it from afar. I fear I'd burst into flames if she tried usin' it on me."

            Pen scratches stuttered as Da-Lun stared at him incredulously. "She–she has a Hydro Vision–"

           ”Y'know what I mean, Da."

           "No, I don't–"

           In spite of the resulting laugh, Danae sucked in a soft breath while the two were distracted in their bickering, easing to edge forwards.

           It was subtle, but now that she was a little closer, Danae noticed the usual slight furrow of Ozzy’s brow was gone, his jaw fully relaxed. Even his breathing seemed to be a little easier, too, with only slight hitches compared to the more pronounced rattle from before. A little quicker too, as though he were no longer carefully measuring each breath. His body didn't twitch and shudder as much either, no tension from how guarded and wound up he usually was; like a crossbow pulled taut and ready to fire at any moment.

          Stars, it was no wonder the man started sounding like he had his tongue made of lead now. And from the looks of it, whatever he felt on the daily must be a nightmare to deal with, if even this modicum of relief worked for him. More than the aches and discomfort she did, for sure. Unless...he was just playing it all up to snuggle up to Da-Lun. She really wouldn't put it past him to–

          ”Still wanna hold off on it for Eliza?“ Da-Lun asked softly.

          Ozzy hummed, eyes blinking open. “I still doubt it’s safe enough,” he mumbled, smoothly lifting it for Da-Lun to take. Rather unflinchingly, too- ”Especially with her…ah, clumsiness?“

          ”Ooh, don’t let her hear that. You know how sensitive she is about it."

          ”Morc–"

          “Mako and Jade can help stay and manage it,” Da-Lun suggested, carefully taking it in hand then reaching for the cloth Danae held out. Awkwardly at that, as Ozzy still leaned heavily against him even with the thing gone. Well, he did have to readjust to not having it...that made two who did. What a massive downside- “We all could, in shifts.”

          Shaking her head to dash further thoughts,Danae wrinkled her nose. ”All of us–?"

          “Ugh, but then I’d have to increase your salaries to account for the extra hours you’d put in,” Ozzy groaned, throwing an arm over his eyes. “Then where does that leave me? Broke. Ruined–”

          “Mako and Durene would be more than happy to do it for free,” Danae pointed out, rolling her eyes. “Mako–here, Da, put it in this–loves making himself useful, spoiled brat as he is. And he adores Eliza, something about those Fontaine folk–”

         “And Durene?” Ozzy asked, tipping his head back in thought as he rubbed the bridge of his nose. ”What's her stake?“

          Danae blinked. She glanced over at Da-Lun then back to Ozzy. “You…can’t be serious.”

         “Dead, in fact,” Ozzy answered, eyeing her back out the corner of his eye. “What?”

         ”Well, I’ll be,“ Danae marveled, nudging Da-Lun's hip with her good leg as best she could reach. Ignoring Ozzy's groan in protest- "You hearin' this?"

          “I genuinely think he doesn't know,” Da-Lun remarked, disbelief clear in his tone. “Ozzy doesn't know.”

          “Dunno what?”

          “That is such an exploitable weakness.” Danae damn near felt amused enough to burst out in laughter. “So exploitable, I’ve been–Oz...!”

          "What?" The man sat up fast, almost childishly petulant in his demand, “What? Tell me!”

          “Durene and Eliza…"  Da-Lun emphasized. Gesturing a little for emphasis.

          Ozzy’s brow furrowed a slight, the gears slowly turning in his brain, then his eyes flashed open. ”Oh."

         ”Oh,“ Danae mocked.

         ”Oh, indeed,“ Da-Lun muttered. ”Now, Oz, don’t–”

         “What a fucking nightmare,” Ozzy choked out, horror blooming across his features as he clutched his chest. “My Eliza and Durene…!”

          “Oz–”

          ”Oh, stars, the unethics of a healer-patient relationship!“ Ozzy clapped his palm against his forehead. ”Durene’s been compromised!"

          Danae faceplamed as Da-Lun sputtered and clapped a hand over his mouth. What was he trying to stifle there– ”That’s what you’re worried about?“

          “My healer’s making goo-goo eyes at someone in her care,” Ozzy scoffed, feigned offense across his features. “Distracted, from her duties no doubt. Are you not worried?”

          ”I th-think it’s more of a benefit to you and Eliza that she is,“ Da-Lun managed. Clearing his throat and straightening up promptly at the odd look Danae threw him.

          ”Benefit to me?“ Ozzy laughed. ”Oh, no, you should see how she gets when I keep courtin' dear Eliza–oh...that explains a lot of her enmity to me now–, but, no, no, her feelings for Eliza are not a benefit to me–"

           ”But,” Danae pointedly suggested, “she can willingly watch over Eliza’s progress with the Everflame Lenity once she sees how much it’d help her.”

           Ozzy blinked. ”Oh. Yeah, that. She’d love that.“ Seriously–

           ”Then it’s Eliza’s,“ Danae decided. ”We could have her–or, maybe Durene–report more on it and how effective it is for her. For now. As for the rest of us–"

            ”Any solid ideas for a more stable Pyro source?” Ozzy interrupted. And normally Danae would snap at him for it. However…

           She rubbed the back of her neck. “Uh…haa, that–” She shifted under his stare. Alright, calculate the immediate outrage ( wait, why was she so worried? She didn't care ), bracing briefly ( oh, right, because they were more annoying than the others when they got worked up ), plunging the wound into saltwater– “A Smoldering Pearl should...work–?”

           “Archons, Morcant–”

           “Of fucking course you’d ask for that–”

           “Mako’s working on getting us into Inazuma as is!” she snapped defensively. “And I’ve been there before–”

           “Under Fatui diplomatic immunity,” Da-Lun scoffed, rolling his eyes.

           “How do you expect us to get off Ritou even then, hm?” Ozzy chimed in.

           “–so I know exactly where to go from there and what to do,” she stubbornly continued. “I can get us some disguises and use that Fatui Diplomacy to our favor if we really need all that, then a team of four can easily get in, get what we need, then get out. Simple!”

           “And you have your crack team all in mind, I’m sure?” Ozzy asked, crossing his arms. Genuinely, mockingly, probably both, knowing him–

           Still, Danae was undeterred as she just her chin out. Because, “As a matter of fact I do.” Mostly cobbled together from obsessive research she’d done on the needed source, sure, and perhaps all strictly hypothetical in its effectiveness, but– “One, I would be a key asset to this, since it’s a Pyro-based lifeform."

          "Obviously," Ozzy drawled.

          Danae huffed. "Then I would want you an' Da, as well as–”

         “The only other alternatives we have to fight it are Durene who possesses a Dendro Vision,” Da-Lun protested, “Jade who would be absolutely useless to us with Pyro abilties herself, and–”

           “Tua would be perfectly effective in providing ample distraction while the rest of us get to work and get it done!” Danae finished stubbornly. “Not to mention his Vision’s Geo reactions can get us shields while he's at it." Da-Lun’s mouth opened to protest again, her swiftly moving to cut him off in adding, ”I think that works just fine since I could help us finish it up promptly.“ Ignoring Ozzy’s snort- ”What, would you rather we ask some outsider for help? Da?”

           Da-Lun clicked his tongue. “I would prefer we don’t go through the trouble at all!”

           “Because you’re a damn coward!” Danae snapped, simmering temper at last igniting. Adamantly staying right in place to meet his glare, even as he suddenly flickered to stand towering over her again. Perhaps having instinctively made a grab for her screwdriver when he did- "This isn't anythin' new fer me. Fer us. We've been and always have–"

           “We aren’t just risking two people like back then, Morcant,” he snarled back. “And even with the lot of us working in tandem now, you know damn well THAT thing is entirely different than a Pyro Regisvine. What you’re doing now is just insa–”

          “We aren’t 'risking' enough! " Danae spat, slamming her free hand down. "And if you can’t see that, you gods-damned, half-breed beast, you oughta–!”

          A shrill whistle had both Danae and Da-Lun flinching, turning to glare at Ozzy.

         “Honestly, utter children, the lot of you,” he huffed, lowering his fingers from his mouth. Shaking his head, he met Danae's gaze. “Tell me, the Pearl will make it safer for Eliza? For certain?”

          “Yes.” Danae huffed, crossing her arms. Both to press them against the gnawing sensation at her gut and in gesture. “It’s much more stable and has a more constant flow of Pyro energy. Likely will last longer, too.” She shot Da-Lun a proud look at Ozzy’s appraising hum. “And if we’re able to get more than one, not only is it extra insurance, but I could also tamper with them and see if it could help us not be so caught by the relief of the Lenity. See if we could possibly be able to control the intensity of the feeling a lot easier. Y'know?”

          Da-Lun raised a brow. “You’re fully sure of it?”

          “It’s…an estimation,” Danae grudgingly admitted. “On that latter bit, anyway. But, for certain, the Lenity would be safer for Eliza to use with it. And for far longer periods of time, without much–if at all–risk of the continuous exposure to Electro causing a terrible reaction. Especially compared to the Everflame seed.”

          “Hn…” Ozzy nodded slowly. “I like that. We’ll draft plans for it come morn, then. In the meantime–” He reached to tap the box the device now rested in. “You let Durene know what to do, Da. She likes you best.”

          “She thinks I’m the only one of us with sense,” Da-Lun corrected, snorting. “And after all that transpired now? I am fully inclined to agree.” Still, he made his way to the door without further protest. Pausing, he looked back.

          “I’ll stay with them on the first night trial run, as well,” he told them. “For the notes. And extra security.”

          “You’re the best, Da,” Danae called to him. Grinning completely unfazed at his withering glare.

          “Not bad for a gods-damned, half-breed beast, right?” Da-Lun drawled, before turning and heading off. Slamming the door on his way out.

          Ozzy's gaze lingered there until the sound footsteps retreated, then gave Danae a sidelong glance. “Oof, I think you really hurt him with that one, Morc.”

         “Ah, he’ll get over it,” she muttered, waving her hand dismissively as she hopped down and turned to start clearing her workbench.

         “Y'know, his kind don’t take so kindly to insults,” Ozzy chided, coming up behind her to take the box she held up. "They seem rather the smite-y sort, if y'know what I mean."

          As he moved to set it on the shelf behind them, Danae snorted.

         “Aw, what’s he gonna do? Cry to Rex Lapis about it?” She rolled her eyes. “I’d like to see that old fossil drag his ass on over here'n try anything. Oh wait, he can't. An' not like the others could do any better-” Shutting the toolkit, shuffling to straighten then setting her notes to the side, thank fuck they were actually well-done–

         She paused.

          Wait, why didn’t Ozzy laugh at that one? He usually liked her prideful little commentary–

         “You better hope that doohickey of yers doesn’t hurt her.”

         Danae rolled her eyes at the genuine seriousness in his voice. “Really? Open vulnerability in front of me, Oz?" Fingers drummed against the tabletop. "How bad did the thing get you, genuinely–”

          “I mean it, Mare.”

          She stilled, exhaling slowly. Alright, so…no joking around. Whatsoever.

          A breath, two, then Danae turned around, leaning back on the desk. “We, of all people, know Da is the best person to protect her if it risks that.” She puffed her chest out. "Plus it's one of my works, Oz. I wouldn't hand it out for use unless I was certain it would work. One-hundred percent."

          "Mm, true." Ozzy hummed, leaning in. Not to cage her like she'd anticipated, but to scoop up the toolkit, before pulling back to kneel and store it away. He glanced up at her. "Just I'm clear–we’re agreed. Yes?" A hand reached out. "That we can’t go near that thing again, I mean.”

           Danae eyed him curiously, then sighed and held out a hand to help him to standing. "Hn." Even if awkwardly, considering he towered a near foot over her- "S'not good for folks like us."

           It felt safe. Too safe. Damn near a trap of her own making, undoing forged by her own hands. An illusion of something just waiting to be shattered. One that most certainly would be. Something that'd definitely leave them at risk of being shattered themselves, especially in Ozzy's case, where the pain seemed to ramp up harshly once it was taken away–

           "Right, agreed, then," Ozzy said, gripping her shoulders uncomfortably tight as he pushed to stand back up straight. "Glad you fed Da that bullshit of us wanting one of our own, too. Absolutely brilliant, he won't nag us to–ah, ah, don't you get all smug on me now."

           He released his hold, moving to smooth the wrinkles from his clothes. Pausing to eye the ink stain on his pants, before adding, "So, we’ll never speak of this again, nor risk messing with that ever. 'nless absolutely necessary."

           "I can power through pain just fine, Oz," Danae huffed, crossing her arms as she rolled her shoulders. "Have for years now, same as you. M'not Jade, for that matter."

           Ozzy laughed, moving to bump her cheek with his knuckles. "But I still don’t want you compromised, Morc." A pause, baring his teeth in a grin. "It’d look bad on us if you collapse mid-mission or show weakness again, y'know."

           A harsh flush rose in Danae's face as smacked his hand away, baring her teeth and snarling, "That was one time, Oz. Let it go. I told you, it won't happen again–"

          "We never know." Unfazed, Ozzy shrugged and moved to see himself out. "Keep pushing yourself like that, sweetheart, it might just happen. Not that you've ever been a good listener–"

            "I don't wanna hear that from the man who keeps using a Delusion against his healer's orders," she snarked. "Damn hypocrite."

            "Ooh, perhaps." Hand on the knob, Ozzy paused and turned back. "Keep working on that, for me, yeah? And for your trouble today–"

            He reached to rummage in his pocket, tossing her a small item.

            Swiftly snatching it from the air, Danae glanced at her palm. Brows furrowing a slight as she held it up.

            "A key?" she scoffed, raising a brow. "That's my reward?" 

            "Da and I got our hands on an Abyss Mage," Ozzy explained, looking rather proud at her now startled disbelief. "Pyro, mind you. Tua's keeping them company now as we speak, keeping them nice and weak for you."

            "You brought one for me?" Danae's grip on the key grew taut as her eagerness grew, the metal biting into the soft meat of her palm. "Here?"

           "A rather tricky feat to manage, mind you," Ozzy remarked. "But I knew you would earn it. In spite of all your hopeless little setbacks–"

            "Oz!"

           Pearl-white teeth flashed as he laughed. "Have fun with them, sweetheart. I might just join you t'get in on the fun." He opened the door and slipped out, casting one last look inside, "And good work, Morc. You did well," before the door shut behind him.

            Danae let out a soft breath she hadn't even realized she'd been holding. Slumping a slight against the desk now that the others had gone.

            The praise churned in her gut, bubbling like air beneath the frothing ocean waves. But more than that, far more importantly than that, what gripped her the most now was the utter eagerness that thrummed in her veins at the thought of seeing their little prisoner now. In being able to carve information out of it herself, wringing every last bit of information it possibly had to offer. And if it didn't cooperate? She'd make every last moment the most miserable of its wretched existence, out of spite, in a bit of fun and stress-relief–fuck, after today's success, this was the cherry atop the sundae!

            And if all went well, maybe she'll even indulge in one in the capitol, too. Maybe catch that little girl with the Valberries along the way and get some of those as well, stars, that would be a delight!

            With that thought, Danae grinned as she tossed then caught the key, and rushed out the door.

#;mun drabbles #//Takes place for certain before the Inazuma quests in canon game events; if not v early on in them like in the Liyue stuff #//Tldr on the important bits; she came up with a device to help w chronic pain; but needs materials from outside home base in Mond #to help make it; more so to make it Stable and safe for constant usage considering it relies on Electro-Pyro reactions #//Thus enabling reason for her to interact/be placed in locations such as Inazuma and Liyue. For ease of plots; regardless of timeline #//The former having more complications; but w/ reasonable work arounds for it in the form of exploiting Fatui diplomatic immunity #v; intertwined fates (genshin verse) #//And now fun hc tidbits that matter to no one but me mjdnkdfg #//1) Durene's name sign for Dani is ASL-based; the sign for smart but with v instead of single pointed finger & a pause before flicking #//Bc it's got influence from the sign for stupid/idiot in it. So; her name sign is essentially Smart (Derogatory) #//But Danae being Danae can’t read the fondness of it; so she thinks Durene just hates her #//2) I realize I need to clear up a tidbit bc I hadn't added it in the bio yet #//Morcant is her code name working among the group; kept from when she had been with the Fatui #//Danae is her secondary name; and is what she'll most commonly give out in social settings otherwise #//Mare is her actual given name; but only a very select few actually know it and she's willingly given it out to fewer #//If I had to give a comparison; it's like how Childe w/ his names. Childe/Danae - Tartaglia/Morcant - Ajax/Mare; respectively #//3) Her reaction to Da-Lun’s touch is both her aversion to it & just bc of how their Visions/abilities (Hydro & Electro) react #//Since he constantly has energy thrumming through him as is and she tends to usually have the Wet status on her #due to how her abilities work. So she just naturally cringes away & anticipates she’s gonna get electrocuted by him at all times #//Yes; it has happened before; no; the others will NOT let her live down the exact reaction they'd both had to it #long post for ts #//Need to write rundown of allies/charas important to her story at some point. Make stuff easier to comprehend & then some #//Bc as good as she talks them up as a team at times & her thoughts on them in general; she is V unreliable a narrator #//They aren't as cohesive as she implies; so even with folks like Da-Lun being half-adeptus & having a capable healer in Durene #or even a merchant ally in Mako; they still have fair share of setbacks. Esp with Dani's own lack of trust in them & sheer ambition #to the point of disregarding her own allies' safety and comforts as secondary to the Main Goal she pursues; as seen in drabble #//But also they ARE friends; or some at least WANT to be (not that Dani realizes); but everyone's varying intentions/lack of #understanding of each other SEVERELY impede that at times & will bite them all in the ass eventually. Especially her #//They are a bit like a Jenga tower; steadily being picked at each time they cross each other's lines; but they make it work. For now #//That's the important bit to know while I get the other charas' brief descriptions up lmao

[kellanved-ammanas]

TF2 Drabbles: Pyro/Medic - Only So Much I Can Do

Summary: Could I request something with pyro maybe sad/ angsty?

[A/N]: Content warning on this one for animal/pet death, specifically a cat. It had be so with this prompt because, y'all remember the painting I did of Pyro with some kittens a while back? The patterning on their fur was inspired by my beloved cat Tommie who passed away early December last year. So this was the first thing I thought of when looking at the prompt.

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“Sorry Pyro, there’s only so much I can do. The medi-gun fluid doesn’t work as well on other animals. I have some formulated to work on birds but… that would likely be even less effective on a cat.”

“Could you make some to work on cats?” Pyro knew the answer already though, didn’t he? But he had to ask.

Medic grimaced a little as he looked down at Spark lying in her cute little cat bed on the operating table. The overhead medi-gun had been on her for several hours now and she still didn’t seem much better. “I could but it would likely take too long to be of much help to her.”

Yep, of course. That made sense. Creating new medicines took time and that wasn’t something they had a lot of. Just over a week ago Spark had seemed healthy and happy and now… she couldn’t even stand up. It hadn’t helped that for the first few days when she’d stopped eating, Medic had been away from base, delaying Pyro being able to take her to him to even look at, let alone try to help.

“So,” Medic continued, “I could either prolong her life as much as possible but I doubt she’ll be comfortable. Or I could euthanize her and put her out of her misery.”

The medi-gun had a decent pain relief effect, never complete though until the wound was fully healed. So, less effective healing on cats probably meant that that was also less effective. Meaning Spark was indeed probably suffering but was too weak to do anything about it but lie there until she died, which would indeed take longer when under the medi-gun. Being able to hold and pet her for longer would be nice but not at the expensive of her suffering lasting longer too so…

“Euthanize her, please.” Pyro wasn’t ready to lose her but he never would be no matter how long she lived for.

“Of course.” Medic pat a hand on Pyro’s shoulder, stiff and awkward as comforting people wasn’t something he had much experience with but the honest attempt made it so anyway.

#my writing #tf2 #team fortress 2 #tf2 drabbles #pyro #medic #pyromedic #burnward

[epitomees]

Paranormal Predicament

There are things all around you 

Though many do not see it 

The most unexplainable phenomena 

On this hallowed and sacred of months 

Let the portal grow strong 

Remain open and inviting 

To those from the other side 

And to beings beyond a mortal’s sight

Be seen! Bring havoc! 

But be warned, for this will not remain forever

All Hallow’s Eve is your time 

The doorway shall close once again 

And those on the other side will not survive

Do not perish by November’s light 

Lest you wish to be gone forevermore...

A cold, autumn night swept the cityscape. Passerbys enjoyed the spooky ambience becoming of ornate decorations inside the street-lined shops. Kids with curious eyes lit up seeing this year’s popular costumes of choice, the life-like statues of plastic gargoyles perched above doorways, and of course, limited run editions of their favorite Halloween candy. No matter where you went, the smell of cinnamon and pumpkin spice tickled your senses. 

No one escaped it. A holiday of this caliber was one celebrated across the globe. 

Even to those believed to not exist. 

Stories of the supernatural spread far and wide when the time for spooks and pranks came around yet again. Children being kidnapped in the night by a monster hiding under their bed, horror movie celebrities and murderers rumored to have been spotted in prohibited areas, and ghosts passing through the mortal world to scare humans until they dropped dead. Halloween was a time for autumn’s blessings, but for some...

....it was the perfect opportunity for tricks, not treats. 

Miles away from the light of the town’s bustling commotions, something stirred. The woods all but quiet, albeit the occasional chirp of summer’s fleeting sounds or night creatures stalking their dinner. A clearing was where something...or someone...found themselves. No memory of their arrival, or even how they got here, except for the haunting words of a poet’s last message. 

Two fiery, red eyes burned bright beneath a carved helmet. The creature’s own head appeared to be shaped like a pumpkin, moreso a jack-o-lantern gutted out to be used as a holiday-themed lighting implement. Their jagged smile, permanently fixed but showing hints of a mischievous nature. Gloved hands lacked any attached limbs, yet still moved freely without worrying about any muscles or ligaments. And in one of those hands was a fixed lantern, a flame burning white and hot. 

 “Heeehooo, heeehoooo...where did they all go??”

 There were others with them, last time their memory worked right. The darkened clearing held no sign of their arrival, only a chilly wind and unsettling silence. The small creature floated further, navigating well beneath the forest’s canopy. Avoiding any threats below was their best option, until their pointed hat peeked atop the edge of the woods. 

Lights. Bright, but far away. 

Which could only mean....

“I sense mortals a-plenty! Heehee hooo! Am I truly free to do as I please? What fun it will be when they can’t see me, hee hoo~!” 

((The Persona, Pyro Jack, has escaped from the Sea of Souls! Feel free to interact with this creature, but he’s only here for a limited time! You have until Halloween night to ask him questions or thread with him!)) 

#ic #Guest Muse: Pyro Jack #Halloween Event: A Haunting in the Real World #Halloween drabble #long post #((thought about doing some Halloween fun for the blog here!! #come and interact with this mischievous pumpkin head!! #I'll write up a small guideline to his presence in the real world soon!))