#brynn’s writing

[caelestis-composition]

⭒ diluc/reader: i am dented by the scars that keep me up at night ⭒

diluc knows something is wrong—though, he certainly hadn’t expected to find you still in bed, curled in on yourself on your side with the covers discarded.

i’ve been struggling with my disability a lot recently and needed to write something to cope. my body gave out and i collapsed getting out of my car yesterday and i’ve felt so exhausted and unstable since. this has never happened before and i’ve really been trying not to panic, but it’s hard. everything hurts and i’m tired of knowing things are only getting worse. and they’ll never get better.

but anyway. coping ficlet. this was written with physical disability in mind, but it can also be interpreted as mental.

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pairing: diluc/gn!reader (no pronouns used for reader)

characters: diluc ragnvindr

genre: hurt/comfort

word count: 563

warnings: implied disability, skipped meals due to disability, minor self deprecation

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It’s hard to find the strength to get out of bed, some days. You’ll lay there for minutes, hours, even, trying to convince yourself to rise. Sometimes you can’t do it, no matter how hard you try.

It should be easy, you tell yourself. It’s so easy. Just kick off the covers, roll over, and get up. But it’s never that simple, is it? Not for you, anyway.

Today is one of those days. You’d succeeded in the first two steps, and failed in the third. You’re not sure how long you’ve been stuck in bed staring at nothing, but the sun is bright behind the closed curtains when the bedroom door finally opens, hinges creaking. The dull thump of boots on hardwood reaches your ears, but after only a few steps, silence descends again over the room. You don’t bother lifting your head; it’s easy enough for you to guess who it is.

Diluc knows something is wrong—he knew the second he’d arrived back at the winery, well into the afternoon, and you were nowhere to be seen. Though, he certainly hadn’t expected to find you still in bed, curled in on yourself on your side with the covers discarded.

His concern only grows when you don’t acknowledge him in the slightest. He forces himself to move, softly calling your name as he rounds the bed. You twitch, your eyes flicking to his when he enters your line of sight. That’s good, Diluc notes. It means you’re conscious, at least.

“Hey.” he crouches beside you, brushing his knuckles against your cheek. “Are you alright?” You shrug, eyes slipping shut. Diluc frowns. “Have you been in bed all day?” You nod. “Have you eaten anything?” He’s sure he knows the answer already, yet Diluc still curses when you—hesitantly—shake your head.

He immediately regrets the outburst when you flinch and curl tighter around yourself. “Shit,” Diluc curses again. “Sorry, love, I’m sorry. Just—” He lets out a shaky sigh, trembling voice barely above a whisper. “Please tell me what’s wrong.”

Your eyes blink open. “... Hurts.”

This close, Diluc can see the pain swimming in your gaze. It makes his chest ache. “What hurts?”

“Everything.” Your voice breaks, and you press your hands over your face, jerking as you finally cry. Diluc soothes a hand up to your shoulder, his jaw clenching.

You’re tired.

You’re so tired.

He needs to find someone who can help. He stands, drawing away from you. He needs to find a doctor, someone to tend to you; and he needs to find you something to eat, something to drink. He needs—

You halt his flurrying thoughts as you grip his sleeve. Diluc looks back at you, brows drawn. “Diluc,” you whimper. “Please.”

You need him.

“Okay.” He intertwines his hand with yours, pulling you into his lap as he sits on the bed. “Okay.”

Diluc is safe. He is warm when he wraps himself around you, tucking your head into the crook of his neck as his fingers dance up and down your spine. He smells of wine, with a hint of smoke. His hair tickles the side of your face as you press up against him. Diluc is safe, and he is warm, and he loves you.

He loves you.

And so there, in your shared bed, surrounded by Diluc, you can forget your pain for a little while.

#diluc #diluc ragnvindr #diluc x reader #diluc imagines #genshin impact #genshin #genshin impact x reader #genshin x reader #brynn’s writing #hurt/comfort #genshin imagines

[sweetestdesire]

Thinking about how bad I’m yearning to get high with Quinn Hughes. He’d love lounging on the couch or the bed, soft music playing in the background. You two would be a cluster of tangled limbs and tangled hair. All the kisses between you both would be messy and sloppy, and you’d be swallowing each other’s giggles the entire time. You two would be feeling completely at home and neither of you would be scared to be vulnerable around each other <3

#currently thinking about writing this into a full fic #this is not a want but a need at this point #quinn hughes #brynn speaks 🤸🏼‍♂️

[matthewkniesys]

Congratulations, my sweet love. You deserve every single one and more. 🥹🥰 may I please request 🍄 with prompt #3 “If you wish to keep your fingers, I’d take your hands off them.” with Jack Hughes? Thank you so much!

thank you so much ily🫶

Jack Hughes x fem!reader

Jack is seething. And for no reason,too. Simply because you and Trevor have been hanging out all day on the boat.

You love spending your summers at the Hughes lake house and you have been since you were 19 and started dating jack. His mom and dad are great. His brothers are super cool. You love being around his friends since at this point they are all close to you too.

But Jack being the guy he is can't help but get jealous. And in the back of his mind he knows you would never do anything to hurt him, and especially not with any of his friends but he just can't help it. He wants all your attention to be on him 24/7.

So that brings us to why he is sulking around on the boat.

“Dude, what the fuck is wrong with you? Did you not get some last night or something?”

“Shut the fuck up, Luke.” Jack gazes longingly over at you and Trevor, wishing he could replace his best friend and be the one you’re laughing with.

“Hold up, Jack you aren’t jealous, right? “Oh you totally are. This is hilarious.” Luke laughs.

“I’m glad you find my misery entertaining, Luke.” Jack looks over at you once again, to see that you are now leaning into Trevor and laughing at something on his phone.

“Fuck.” Jack mutters, pulling at the ends of his hair.

“If you’re gonna be fucking pissy about this, just go over there Jack. She loves you so much so I don’t know why you’re so insecure.”

Jack didn’t know either. Neither you or Trevor had ever given him reason to be suspicious but still here he was. He just really didn’t want to lose you.

Jack watches Trevor as he wraps his arm around your shoulders to steady you while you’re shaking with laughter. There isn’t anything other than friendliness in his gesture but it sends Jack over the edge.

He marches over to you and Trevor and stands with a hand on his hip. He’s glaring daggers at the both of you. And he knows he isn’t being fair because there isn’t anything wrong with the two of you hanging out but Jack doesn’t want to share you.

“If you wish to keep your fingers, I’d take your hands off them.” Jack says, in a low, deep voice.

“Chill man, I’m not going for your girl. She’s just really fucking funny.”

Trevor realizes that wasn’t the right thing to say since it seemed to piss him off more.

“Trevor, fuck off let me hang out with my girl since you’ve been hogging her all day.”

Trevor leaves and Jack takes his spot. Gently you place your hands on his chest and turn to face him.

“Jack, what was that about? He’s your best friend and I know you know Trevor wouldn’t make a move on me.”

“I know,” Jack whines, “but he was just hogging all your attention and I wanted to hang out with you. You’re my favourite person in the world.”

“And you are mine. So you never have to worry about me picking anyone over you. You will always be my first choice.”

claires 1k follower celebration

#claires 1k celebration #claire tries writing <3 #jack hughes #jack hughes x reader #jack hughes imagine #trevor zegras #brynn<33 #thanks for sending!

[rebouks]

Wyatt was relieved upon reaching the safety of the next plateau; he’d underestimated Brynn, subsequently setting off unprepared for such an ascent. The climb was as treacherous as he’d warned but they’d made it – just about – and thankfully, she didn’t seem intent on going any further.

As soon as she’d safely scrambled her way onto the ledge, she’d headed for the outlook over the valley below, drawn like a moth to a flame. Wyatt half expected her to drag him with her to enjoy the view, or throw her arms wide and laugh, rejoicing in her accomplishment for the day, perhaps even rub it in his face that she’d made it this far. But she hadn’t done any of that. Instead, she’d stared in silence, lost in her own world; until eventually, she sank to the ground and cried. It wasn’t a soft, quiet sob either. It was deep, guttural, and full of pain, echoing through the emptiness below.

Parked beneath a gnarled tree with his arms folded, Wyatt thought she might have forgotten he was here. He didn’t exactly know Brynn, but he hadn’t expected this; she always seemed so mischievously upbeat. Maybe he wasn’t the only one who was adept at maintaining a certain visage-.. maybe that was why he’d found it so difficult to read her; she was wearing a mask. He couldn’t know for sure without asking what was wrong but he didn’t particularly feel like intruding. It didn’t feel right.

He could barely remember the last time he’d cried, but he remembered the way his father had vehemently chastised him for it, despite the fact that he was a mere child at the time. Of course, he’d realised over the years that men felt the same emotions as women, and had just as much right to express them; but it was too late. Try as he might, he couldn’t shed a single tear. He hadn’t cried when his father died, or his mother, or when he’d left Darien behind-.. or countless other times he’d felt like weeping. He found himself wondering how long it’d been since Brynn had cried like this. Was it a regular thing, or was it a rare occurrence he’d accidentally fallen privy to? It was easy to assume the latter, given the depth of her appeared anguish. You could only hold onto your grief for so long without breaking.

Shivering, Wyatt’s teeth began to chatter involuntarily, distracting him from his sprawling thoughts. The wind had picked up considerably since their arrival; they ought to get going before they got stuck up here for the night and froze to “freedom”.

“We should probably head back before it gets dark…” he said, tentatively approaching her.

Brynn nodded, wiping her nose on her sleeve as she struggled to her feet. It’d gotten cold since the sun began to set; he wasn’t surprised she’d stiffened up.

“Are you-…”

“I am sorry you had to witness that-.. is not normal.” She interrupted.

Brynn frowned apologetically as Wyatt shrugged it off, gesturing for her to take the lead instead. He was almost tempted to ask if she meant normal in general, or normal for her, but he didn’t.

Staring out over the precipice, Wyatt hesitated, struck with the sudden realisation that he hadn’t enjoyed watching Brynn cry. Peoples tears usually entertained him for multiple reasons; either he had caused them - which always produced an odd sense of gratification – or perhaps their face contorted in such a way that made him want to laugh, or it was over something ridiculous and pathetic which was equally fun to observe-.. then there were the classic crocodile tears, especially hilarious if they didn’t work, which they rarely did with him. As wrong as it was, Wyatt couldn’t help it, watching people cry was fun-.. at least, it usually was. He’d analysed Brynn the same as he would’ve with anyone else, but he hadn’t found it amusing in the slightest.

“Do you have parachute?” Brynn called over her shoulder as she trudged through the snow.

Wyatt snorted. “No.”

“Come on then!” she tittered.

There was that laugh again…

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#ts4 #sims 4 #simblr #ts4 story #sims story #forever in between #fib #wyatt shaw #brynn franz #behold! the prose fairy just dropped a 3873827 page book on ur face #boom #🤓 #sorry about that #but also.. kinda not cos it was fun to write #⚆_⚆ #wyatt's just so enjoyable to write prose for idk.. cos there's so much in his head he -never- says

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Phoenix and Brynn are pulled out of a Pluto penal colony.

Set about 100 years before Reunion.

1.4k

CWs: multiple whumpees, immortal whumpees, institutional whump (penal colony), prison whump, talk of death, illness, malnutrition, exhaustion, beating, touch-starved, restraints, ptsd

"Phoenix Costello, Brynn Carmichael, over to the entrance."

The electromagnet keeping Brynn's wrists attached to the table releases and she struggles to her feet, her fatigued, battered body working against her as she shuffles towards the door. One of the guards shoves her when she's too slow and she stumbles, tripping over her ankle chain. She almost faceplants on the metal floor, stopped only by a gentle calloused hand on her arm.

Phoenix yelps, their hand withdrawing as a shock baton hits the point of contact. Despite the hot pain and tingling, Brynn misses their touch immediately.

"No touch between prisoners. Hands behind your backs."

Brynn links her hands together, and the electromagnet turns on, stopping her from separating them.

"It's your lucky day. No work for you, you're being transported. The shuttle's waiting. Follow me, single file, no dawdling."

The guard opens the door and Brynn shuffles through, feeling Phoenix at her back. At the end of the corridor is a set of steps leading up to a prison transport shuttle, and Brynn pauses, unsure how to walk up them without tripping. The guard in front hits her side with the butt of his gun, and when she drops to her knees, coughing, he takes her elbow in a tight grip and drags her up the steps. Her knees slam into each step, the impact shaking her bones.

"I said, no dawdling. I trust you still remember where to stand."

Brynn nods, and the guard releases her, his grip a painful ghost on her arm. She staggers upright and over to one of the prisoner alcoves, arms up against the wall and feet in the restraints. Once Phoenix is standing opposite, the restraints tighten and the guards exit the shuttle. It takes off, guided by the automatic pilot, and Brynn watches out of the tiny windows as Penal Colony 5 gets smaller.

This shuttle is much faster than the one that brought them out here in the first place.

Once the penal colony, and Pluto, has vanished, Brynn looks at Phoenix. She wants to ask how they are, how long they think they've been imprisoned, but she can't. Supervillain's voice echoes around her head, mixed with the guards and punishments for talking, for screaming, for stuttering.

Prisoners don't talk. You don't make a sound. Silence is better than stuttering. If you don't stop being so fucking annoying, you can wear your mask permanently.

Brynn can still taste the metal bit of her sidekick mask, even hundreds of years on.

She shakes her head to dislodge the memory and focuses on Phoenix, trying to establish how they're doing without asking. She hasn't had a chance to really look at them in forever, and... Christ. The coating of grey Pluto rock dust makes them look ghostly, the impression emphasised by their hollow cheeks and visible collarbones. Their grey jumpsuit is baggy on them, wearing thin and more hole than fabric in places, exposing their numerous bruises and cuts. They have a black eye that's very new, an hour or so old at the outside.

What did the guards do while Brynn was focused on herself?

Phoenix attempts a weak smile when they notice her looking.

"Can't, um, get worse now, right?"

Their voice is raspy, almost gone, and a coughing fit cuts off the end of their sentence. Brynn swallows hard. Pluto rock dust. She's seen people die from over-exposure to Pluto rock dust. Phoenix better not go dying. It won't be permanent, but she still doesn't want to see it again.

Brynn nods, trying to return their smile. She's not sure it works.

The shuttle is warmer than she remembers, but she thinks that maybe she's just gotten used to the cold over the years.

Brynn drifts off for a bit, or so she thinks, because the next thing she knows they're pulling into the spaceport orbiting Earth.

Surprisingly, the restraints fall away before the shuttle doors open, but neither Brynn nor Phoenix move. This could be a trap.

A smartly-dressed man enters the shuttle, eyes widening at the sight of the prisoners. "Blimey. I've seen the footage but you're in even worse shape in person. I'm Danny Smith, current President of the Humanity Division of the URIA. Follow me, please."

Important man then. Brynn pushes herself off the wall and almost collapses with nothing holding her up. Phoenix wraps an arm under her shoulders and they hobble out of the shuttle.

Brynn shields her eyes against the bright light and colours of the spaceport. The technology's changed so much in the years they've been away, but it's still so familiar, it makes her heart ache.

They follow Mr Smith down a long corridor into another spaceship. It's big, posh, with floor-to-ceiling windows. Nothing like a prison transport. What's going on?

They stop outside a booth near a basic medical bay.

"I need you to step in that booth one at a time. It'll take photos of you, and your height, weight, pulse, and blood pressure. It'll just take a minute. Then I can explain what's going on."

Brynn exchanges a glance with Phoenix. She doesn't trust it, but she can see that they're thinking the same as her – that they can't refuse to do this.

"Me first," Phoenix whispers, slipping out from under Brynn. As Brynn stumbles into a seat, they enter the booth.

Brynn doesn't like it. She doesn't like Phoenix going off alone, they're always hurt when they're separated, and she doesn't like being alone with this man either.

"You were in Penal Colony 5 for 37 years. As of half an hour ago, the rest of your sentences have been commuted, in light of certain discoveries. We need your help."

It doesn't feel real. Brynn blinks hard, lip trembling as she holds back her tears. They're out?

Phoenix exits the booth and hurries over to Brynn, taking her hand in direct defiance of– of everything. She nods firmly. She's okay.

"Doesn't hurt," whispers Phoenix in her ear as they help her over to the booth. She takes a deep breath as she steps inside.

Phoenix is right, it doesn't hurt, and she soon staggers out again, Phoenix catching her. They seem shakier now, as they wrap their arms around her. Brynn doesn't ever want to let go.

"If you two are ready, there's a room prepared. Change into some clean clothes and get some rest, there's food and a bathroom if you're up for that. Your belongings are inside too."

Brynn nods, holding onto Phoenix as they limp after Mr Smith. He gestures them into a fancy room.

"Someone will be here to do a proper medical in the morning, and we can talk more then. Any questions?" They both shake their heads. "I'll leave you to settle in then."

As the door shuts behind them there's a soft rustle of wings and Brynn turns to see a red-tailed hawk soaring towards her. Her red-tailed hawk. Her heart skips a beat.

"Horus!"

Her voice is quiet but she claps her hands over her mouth after speaking, she's not supposed to speak. Nothing happens though except for Horus colliding with her shoulder. She crumples to the floor, hitting a soft cushion, and cradles Horus. Oh, it's been so long, he's softer than she remembers. She's so glad he's immortal too.

Phoenix lets out a hastily-stifled sound of delight and Brynn looks over to see them pull Mr Frosty reverently out of their rucksack, holding him to them. Their photo album and memory book get the same treatment.

Brynn assumes, then, that her book is also around here somewhere, but she can't bring herself to move. She needs to, they both need to, they need a wash and clean clothes and food and a rest before anyone changes their mind, but for a long time she can't bring herself to.

Finally, she pushes herself up and over to Phoenix, taking their arm. They set down the book and pull her into a hug.

Well, that wasn't quite what she was aiming for, but she'll take it. She presses against them, burying her head in their neck.

"W-w-we should w-w-wash," she breathes regretfully.

"Not, um, letting go. Ever."

"W-w-we d-d-don't have to-to. R-r-right?"

Phoenix nods, and they get to their feet, clinging together because gods it's been so long since they could hold each other.

"Never, um, never letting go again."

#this one was languishing in my notes and i had to get it out #ill give you some of the penal colony itself one day #whump #whump writing #immortal cannon fodder #phoenix oc #brynn oc #immortal whumpee #disabled whumpee #multiple whumpees #whumpee and whumper #institutional whump

[loife1m]

PAO-TT is at 2K! I’m making progress y’all!

Here’s some snippets :)

who wants to guess who named that

them, as always (this is when I died writing this bc this was cute pt1)

girl got the aru virus

me projecting myself onto them (I too don’t know what it’s called)

who wants to guess what happened

the time I died writing this bc it’s cute pt2

And that’s it for now! Stay tuned for more!

#loife updates #loife writes #aru shah #the pandava quintet #tpq #aiden acharya #aruden #mindy #snake of death #mini kapoor mercado lopez #prince rudra of naga loka #brynne rao

[yxstxrdrxxm]

Dear 37,

When I see your url, I think of long lore. With your newfound url, I think of my emo phase era and my comrades' strange obsession with the letter X and underscores.

Love,

Brynn

#💌 ;; messenger writes #;; i hope you know i audibly cackled in uni you asshole /silly #;; I HATE THAT I SHOWED IT TO A FRIEND AND ABSOLUTELY LOST IT AT THEIR RESPONSE #;; FUCKING SHINJI. I HATE IT HERE. /exag #;; WHEN I CATCH YOU BRYNNNN WHEN I CATCH YOU /ref #💌 ;; to my beloved: brynn

[burntchickennugget2468]

but wait!! flowershop hirynne..BUT BARISTA BRYNNE

#ahhhhh #hirynne flowershop au #aru shah #hira x brynne #hira #brynne tvarika lakshmi balamuralikrishna rao #brynne rao #i wanna write so fucking bad i but i lack motivation :(

[xxmothangelxx]

Chapter one of my Dislyte fanfiction 👉🏾👈🏾

Heavy is the Head that Wears the Crown is about the interconnected stories of different espers, many searching for power, knowledge, family, belonging. The first chapter follows Yamato shortly after the events of Sea of Sorrow, as he comes across a strange street rat that he takes a liking to. I hope you enjoy :)

#dislyte #dislyte yamato #dislyte izanagi #dislyte tang xuan #dislyte Brynn #dislyte oc #dislyte fanfic #shady writes dislyte #yes this is how I choose to cope with the new story mode shshshshshh

[pancakehouse]

hello bab!! absolutely obsessed with this prompt game idea xx im giving you a choice between 12 and 19--take your pick xox

send me a richard siken line and i'll write a mini fic inspired by it

hi omg HELLO ridi!! isn't it insane! prob the worst idea anyone's ever had im so excited about it!!!!!

ahhh god okay i went with:

19. i take off my hands and i give them to you. (oh also, vaguely nsfw? like not at all but also sorta, to be safe!)

“Did you know I’m left-handed?” 

The question startles Remus. At first, he’s sure he’s misheard, muffled as the words are, spoken into the small dip of skin where his collarbone meets the bony juncture of his shoulder. It was never a spot Remus thought was particularly notable or interesting, at least not until the day Sirius Black decided to attach his lips there, and make it so. 

Remus' breath hitches. “Hm?” he murmurs. His hand tightens in Sirius’ hair, fingers scraping scalp, and he tugs lightly until Sirius lifts his head. “What?” 

Night sky leaks through the curtains, and Sirius’ eyes are shining, lips parted and cherry red. There’s always something that sits heavy in Remus’ stomach on the nights they do this, like holding your breath underwater, or the slow tick of a broken clock. Something that’s over, inevitably, just as soon as they're brave enough to admit it. 

“I said-” And Sirius is grinning, because surely he’s only thinking of the bulge in Remus’ trousers, and how they can be as loud as they want now, here, in their flat, and is not - like Remus - thinking of all the ways he’d break himself apart, limb from limb from limb, if it might drag this thing out a little bit longer. “I said…” Sirius leans in, presses a kiss under Remus’ jaw, “-did you know-” another kiss to his throat, one to his chest, “that I-” cold fingers, skirting under his waistband, “...am left handed.” Sirius finishes with a poke and a loud, wet smack just above his belly-button. He snickers into it, warm breath tickling the hairs there. 

“Yes, Pads,” Remus huffs, stomach trembling, his voice horribly shaky. “Seeing as I shared a dorm with you for seven years, and classes for just as long…yes, Sirius, I had noticed sometime in there that you were left-handed.” 

There’s a moment, still and quiet. The sheets are warm, and balmy summer air drifts through the open window. A bird perches on the sill, claws scratching into chipped white paint and grass that’s sprung up between the cracks. They look at each other - him and Sirius, not him and bird - and the heavy feeling in Remus’ stomach feels sort of nice. Like a weighted blanket.

Eventually, Sirius nods. Slowly. “Well, good,” he says. His mouth quirks in the corner. “Good, because I’ve noticed things about you, too.” 

Remus’ hands find themselves back in Sirius’ hair.

Have you? he wants to ask. What kinds of things?

And then: because there are so many things i’ve noticed about you. i noticed that you went for a run in the rain yesterday and your legs were hurting after and your hair looks lovely when it’s damp. and last week at the park your hands smelled like orange slices and sometimes you smile when i walk into the room and also sometimes you don’t. 

…have you noticed how i always smile? when i see you. but maybe it’s not obvious. maybe you don’t think it’s obvious, just like you don’t think i know you write with your left hand and have a scar across the middle knuckle from Prongs and maybe you don’t realise i kiss it every time i have the chance and maybe you don't notice how the smell of oranges in summer always makes me sneeze. have you noticed that? what else is there to see?

“Alright,” he says instead. Because it’s their flat and it’s his bedroom and Sirius’ knees are around his hips, and maybe he doesn’t feel like being brave enough to acknowledge anything else right now. 

“Alright?” Sirius laughs. “You’ll allow it?” 

“Sure.” Remus cups his cheek, grins slowly, hesitantly, into their next kiss. Do you feel this? he wants to ask. My hands, these hands, these lips…they’re all yours. Do you have any use for them? “Yeah, alright, I’ll allow it.”

#FINALLY a sort of chance to write my fwb post hogwarts pining moment!!! what a thrill they are SO tragic and sweet! #thank you babe for sending this!! kissing you!!!! #sooo wild sitting down to write bc i can laugh on here and say 'god im so slow at writing. haha. just a little quirk about me ;-P' #but to experience it in action...whew. rlly such a spectacle. so much drama for like 300 words its a bit unnecessary if u ask me #my writing #also you n brynn are so in sync shes also sent in 12 so that one will be next xoxoxo <3 #ridi tag #wolfstar #mads’ drabs #<- HA sorry so sorry that’s incredible

[caelestis-composition]

⭒ kaeya and diluc: shamelessly flirty reader hcs ⭒

how he is with a reader who pursues him first.

request for anons: I really love the stuff you write for Kaeya, would u feel comfy writing hcs for how you two might get into a relationship with a reader who prefers to be the one who pursues? Like they’re the one who gets interested in him first, and while they don’t explicitly confess, they flirt with him and make no effort to hide their romantic interest? I think this prompt would also be interesting with Diluc if u feel okay with writing that. Even if u don’t take this request, I hope u have a good day!

hii, may i rq headcanons for a very shamelessly flirty reader?? like. they'll literally turn any and every possible or impossible conversation into a pick-up line or just straight up flirt. i'm so tired of seeing shy readers where tf are my obnoxious ones 😕😕 it can include diluc and anyone else you'd like!! i hope you have fun writing this :D

i may not be the boldest person out there but this speaks to me becuz i am annoying and do not know how to shut up <3

i hope it’s alright i combined these into one post, they were very similar and i was planning on doing kaeya and diluc for both!

⋆ pls reblog so this shows up in the tags! ⋆

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pairing: kaeya and diluc x reader (separately)

characters: kaeya alberich, diluc ragnvindr

genre: fluff

word count: 901

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⋆ everyone who has seen the cavalry captain knows he exudes confidence; kaeya is sure in practically everything he does, seemingly always two steps ahead of those around him

⋆ so imagine his surprise when you come along—just as confident as he is, generous with your compliments and flirty remarks

⋆ congratulations on being one of the only people to manage to catch him off guard

⋆ i think making the first move is one of the only ways to fluster kaeya. he’s so used to being the one to flirt, he doesn’t know what to do with himself when someone else takes the lead

⋆ though after leaving him speechless, stunned and frozen in place the first time you so shamelessly flirt with him, he’s quick to follow along

⋆ he adores your little game; the constant banter, always trying to one-up the other. he lives for the thrill of it, overjoyed that someone meets his sweet-talk with words just as sugared—he’s used to others shutting down, turning away as they grow too flustered to even look him in the eye

⋆ your relationship quickly grows into something that confuses the people of mondstadt. you’re clearly more than friends, but not yet lovers…? regardless, rumors spread fast. not that you or kaeya pay them much mind.

⋆ there are times it seems the two of you will finally crack, when you’re alone, chest-to-chest, your words little more than soft exhales against the other’s lips. when kaeya’s hands are gentle on your hips, yours tucked against his chest, and he’s gazing at you with pure, unadulterated adoration swimming in his sapphire eye

⋆ but nothing ever happens. there’s no sappy confession, no passionate kiss planted against his lips. it leaves him disappointed.

⋆ it’s clear the both of you are waiting for the other, seeing how long you can drag this out before one of you snaps. kaeya curses your stubbornness, his patience wearing thin

⋆ he’s the one who ends up ceding, much to your delight.

⋆ it’s not like he really needed to ask if you were interested—that much had been obvious for the months you’d chased one another around—but his confession makes things real, and his heart still beats a little faster when you confirm you return his feelings in kind

⋆ mondstadt isn’t left confused for much longer when the two of you make your relationship official.

⋆ you still banter, unabashedly flirting back-and-forth. honestly. if they thought you were bad before, well… the two of you are so much worse, now that your relationship is clear and known

⋆ but you wouldn’t have it any other way.

⭒

⋆ barbatos help this man.

⋆ it’s not that he doesn’t like you or enjoy your attention, but sometimes diluc wishes you wouldn’t be so public and loud with your affections. he loves talking to you—it’s not often he can comfortably converse with others to pass the time—but you can be terribly distracting, especially while he’s trying to work

⋆ you somehow manage to drop a pick-up line, some sort of compliment, or just shamelessly flirt in any conversation. he could ask about the weather and you’d probably tell him it’s lovely, though not quite as lovely as him

⋆ your comments never fail to bring a blush to his cheeks, and diluc always misses the way your lips pull up into a self-satisfied smile because he’s too busy hiding his face in his shoulder, clearing his throat in a desperate attempt to hide how your words affect him

⋆ each time diluc thinks he’s heard your worst, you somehow prove him wrong

⋆ and yet, despite how annoying you are… he can’t get you out of his head

⋆ maybe he finds himself so drawn to you because you’re not like the countless others who have shown interest in him—you had never asked for his hand in marriage when you’d said so few words to him he could count them on one hand

⋆ hell, you still hadn’t so much as asked diluc if he was interested and he felt he knew you better than most citizens of mondstadt

⋆ he stops himself, though, from making any advances. not only are you better at leading him along, but diluc hesitates because there’s a part of him that worries you won’t reciprocate his feelings

⋆ so he waits.

⋆ and waits. as exasperating as you are, you’re terribly patient, and it’s by chance, really, that everything falls into place so perfectly. it’s a normal evening—that is to say, he’s behind the bar working, and you’re perched on a stool pestering him—but his own patience wears thin

⋆ you make another comment to him, and despite the flush on his cheeks, diluc scowls at you, mumbling out a sharp command to leave him alone.

⋆ it’s a shame you’re not afraid of him, evident in the way your eyes sparkle and your face practically lights up. he’s not sure if his heart stops in dread or anticipation, but nothing prepares him for your reply

⋆ “go out with me and i’ll consider it”

⋆ it takes diluc an embarrassingly long time to realize you’re not just teasing—you’re not joking, you actually just asked him out.

⋆ he agrees, of course. but you don’t really change (much to his dismay), even after the two of you make your relationship official. so much for that deal.

⋆ diluc still finds your flirting ridiculous, but he accepts you as you are—as annoying as you may be, he learns to find it endearing.

#genshin impact #genshin #genshin impact x reader #genshin x reader #genshin impact headcanons #kaeya #kaeya alberich #kaeya x reader #genshin kaeya #diluc #diluc ragnvindr #diluc x reader #genshin diluc #genshin imagines #fluff #brynn’s writing #brynn’s headcanons #brynn's requests

[beloved-blaiddyd]

HAII prof. Ratio,

hi

Excited regards,

snekkey

Dear "Snekkey",

I am utterly confused. Just who taught you to write a letter? A worm? Do you regard the proper utilization of a dictionary as gratuitous verbosity? Please, I implore you to expand your vocabulary.

Curt regards,

Ratio.

#“brynn- just what is it that you write?” #“just some short comics- why'd you ask?” #“can you consider penning a language learning module?» #“... A what?” #$ the fool of april 2024

[dykefever]

hi hi!!! 15 for the siken ask prompt maybe dorlene? or r/s! your pick

brynn!!! hello!! i wrote dorlene for this prompt already so here's r/s ex-fwb :-)

for the anon asking for 15, here ya go as well x

15. i carried you to the car and drove you home but you weren't making any sense.

His chest expands and contracts beneath Sirius's palm, ribs making room for his unsteady breaths. Jostling Remus at the waist, he moves them forward, one two three steps in time with each other. It makes the night air catch in Sirius's throat, choke-hold winter.

Remus mumbles something and Sirius has to lean in to hear him. He squeezes Remus's waist and pretends, pretends it doesn't make his fingertips warm. They don't do that anymore. They were never supposed to do this.

It's been four months and Sirius is still picking Remus out from beneath his fingernails. He's still scraping him off his tongue.

"What was that?" he asks.

Remus blinks slow, looks at Sirius from beneath his fringe, messily falling over his eyes and a little damp with sweat from the crowded party.

"My keys," Remus says, voice on the edge of a slur. Smacks his lips. "They're in my pocket."

Sirius nods once. "Right. Well. You can reach."

And Remus, he widens his eyes, his honey-brown eyes, and sticks out his bottom lip. It's a look he's used on Sirius before because it always works. It makes Sirius's insides go soupy, makes his heart fucking flutter. He looks at Remus beneath the flickering light by his front door, messy and alcohol-smeared, pout sweeping into a loose smile.

He can't - he can't anymore -

He reaches around Remus and sticks his fingers in his front pocket, digging until he touches metal. He extracts the keys and shoves them in the front door, not looking at Remus. Steering them through the cramped entryway, he guides Remus through his bedroom door on the right, pulling his arm so he continues into the tiny ensuite.

There are three damp towels crumpled in one corner and it smells like the one pound soap Remus uses that dries out his elbows so much he has to moisturise them at night. Insufferable idiot -

"Sirius," Remus whines, leaning against the counter, eyelids drooping. "Sirius."

"Yeah," Sirius sighs, and his voice is too soft, so he clears his throat and says, "yeah. What is it?"

Remus reaches his hands out, finding their way beneath Sirius's collar and pulling him in close, nuzzling the side of his cheek, bottom lip pulling over his brow. Sirius leans into it, hot, aching, and then he remembers: they don't do this anymore.

He yanks away and scrapes a hand through his hair. "Remus," he grunts.

"Oh," Remus whispers, head tilting to the side against the wall. "We - right. Yeah."

Sirius stares at him, at his ugly orange-brown jumper stretched out at the collar, at the hollow of his throat and the bruise smudged at the hinge of his neck and shoulder that some fucker gave him earlier tonight. The sight burns hot and sour in Sirius's stomach, flares stark in his chest. He looks away.

"You know - you know, Sirius, I didn't. I didn't want to stop."

"What?" he asks, frowning. He looks back at Remus.

Remus shakes his head, still leaning against the wall. "We had to - it was - it was going to have to end. And I didn't want that. We had to be friends."

"Right, well," Sirius huffs, folding his arms over his chest. Clenching his jaw. "Was your choice."

"Yeah," Remus whispers, "s'pose it was. Sorry."

"You've said that before."

"It's - well - you've got other boys, everyone wants you. Everyone. And - I've seen it, you know? So I've just got, I'm just leftover. Afters. Not even that."

"I don't -" Sirius swipes a hand over his chin, "I don't understand."

Remus shrugs and smiles, cheeks all flushed. The smile stays at his lips. "Guess not." He blinks, slumping further into the wall. "Bed?" he murmurs.

"Water," Sirius mumbles. The back of his neck is sweaty.

Remus nods but doesn't move so Sirius fills up a glass by the sink and holds it to Remus's lips until he grasps it. Even then, he keeps his hand on the glass, fingers overlapping with Remus's, watching his throat move as he swallows.

"Bed now," Sirius whispers, setting the glass down once Remus is finished.

Remus leans forward and stumbles a little, into Sirius's (waiting) arms. He dips forward, leaning all over Sirius. Sirius holds him.

"You're my best friend, you know," Remus murmurs. And then, "Can you- can you just hold me. Tonight."

Sirius runs a hand over the back of his head, presses his nose behind Remus's ear and inhales. Closes his eyes as he says (what else would he say?), "Yeah. Yeah, okay."

#directly inspired by ridi's post btw xxxxx #brynn tag #laura writes #drabbles #writing prompt game

[simmreaper]

I was thinking of Kylie because of this song and this song

and so I wanted to go into game last night and photoshoot her

but after I uninstalled everything I seem to have lost her edited file EXCEPT for her very first draft from when her and Naomi were best friends

So now I get the fun of trying to bring her back to the bottom pic lol maybe better

#ts3 #listen Kylie is my bad bitch sim and I love her #I had so much more planned for her before I quit writing #Her and Naomi would have been best friends again #and no she wouldn't have stolen Cato from Naomi lol #shes a Catomi shipper lmao #Shes a girls girl #She also kinda thinks Brynn and Alexa are cute

[pigeonwhumps]

Brynn and Gemma

Immortal Cannon Fodder masterlist

@extrabitterbrain @wolfeyedwitch @actress4him

Brynn and Gemma's relationship over the years.

Brynn's supervillain whumper is now called Sovereign.

2.3k

CWs: mentioned controlling whumper, broken ankle, muzzle, touch-starved, implied abusive parental figure/child abuse (no explicit minor whump), past parental death, mentioned betrayal, self-esteem issues, internalised ableism (courtesy of Sovereign)

"I am–am B–b–black D–d–d–death, and I wu–will r–r–raze your city to–to the g-g-ground an-and ru-ru-rebuild it as-as m-m-my n-new p-p-palace!" shouts the small figure squeakily, and Gemma bites back a laugh, grateful that the kid can't see her face properly. They have a mask made from black sugar paper and a black tablecloth as a cape. A hawk is hovering just above them.

"Isn't that Sovereign's line?"

The kid puffs out their chest. "It-it's m-m-mine n-n-now. I w-work w-w-with him. An-and y-y-you'll n-n-never d-d-defeat us!"

They kick forward sloppily, and Gemma backs up, dodging the blows easily. The hawk swoops forward, and Gemma pretends to fall.

"You're right, kid. You're very strong. I can't defeat you."

"Ha-ha! M-m-me an-and Ho-ho-horus are st-stronger th-than you!" The kids holds out their hand. "H-h-h-however, I-I am a b-b-benevolent v-v-v-villain an-and wu-wu-will not k-k-k-kill you."

Gemma takes their hand and pulls herself up, pushing off the ground slightly so they don't try and take all her weight. Well, that line isn't from Sovereign.

Speaking of the supervillain...

"Br- kid, what are you doing out here? Home, now. It's well past your bedtime."

"B-b-b-but–"

"No buts. I'll play tomorrow."

Gemma can almost see the kid's pout under their mask as they stomp off. She has a million questions, none of which her nemesis will ever answer.

"My apologies for the child. Shall we get on with it?"

_

Brynn digs her hand between the bricks, scrambling to find enough purchase to keep herself upright. It doesn't work, and she can't put any weight on her ankle, dropping to the floor of the dingy back alley.

She needs to get back, but she doesn't want to crawl the whole way.

"Hey there. I saw your fall earlier. Do you need help?"

Bryan turns around to see a woman standing at the end of the alley, silouhetted by sodium-yellow streetlights. She narrows her eyes as the woman takes a step closer, hands in the air.

'Horus,' she thinks in her hawk's mind, 'investigate.'

Horus swoops forward, circling the woman, who watches him calmly. Brynn doesn't get any sense of imminent danger from him, and she doesn't really react, even when he perches on her head. Horus thinks she's no threat. A civilian, then?

"Can I help you?" asks the woman, and Brynn nods, watching warily as the woman approaches. She crouches in front of Brynn and pulls out a torch. In the light of it, she can see the woman putting the pieces together, realising who she is. Will she leave now? Swipe out in disgust and try to arrest or kill her?

To Brynn's surprise, she does nothing of the sort.

"You're Black Death, huh? Nice mask." Brynn flinches internally. It is certainly not a nice mask, but Sovereign doesn't trust her to stay silent without it. She can't correct the woman though, not without cutting her mouth open on the spikes – and even then, sound probably wouldn't come out. "I'm Gemma. What have you injured?"

Brynn points at her ankle, and Gemma examines it, wincing. "That's a nasty break. I'll splint it for you, but make sure you get it treated properly later, yeah?" Brynn nods, already knowing she won't. Gemma pulls out a first aid kit and cleans Brynn's ankle with antibacterial wipes, her touch gentle as she splints it.

The care brings tears to Brynn's eyes. The last time someone was this soft with her, she was much younger, Sovereign had just taken her in. He's not like that anymore, though, when he even bothers to treat her. And no-one else ever comes near.

She doesn't need care, she's not a baby anymore, but it's nice.

"I'm just going to find you something to use as a walking stick. Take some painkillers from the first aid kit if you need them." Brynn nods, and as Gemma strides off, pops two pills out of the packet, swallowing them dry.

She leans against the wall and watches Gemma for a while, stroking Horus absently. Who is this woman? Why is she so willing to help? Brynn's done terrible things, not at her own behest, sure, but nobody knows that. She still did them. Why's Gemma helping?

"Alright, this should do. Try it out."

Brynn takes the stick and levers herself to her feet, putting all her weight on the stick and her good foot. She doesn't fall this time.

She signs a quick, "Thank you." Gemma smiles.

"Glad I could help. Anything else?" Brynn shakes her head. "Okay. Well, take this, in case you ever need anything."

Gemma hands her a slip of paper, with an address and phone number on it. Her address? Why would she trust a villain with her address?

Brynn thanks her again and stows the paper in a secure pocket. She'll just have to make sure Sovereign doesn't find it.

It seems to burn a hole in her pocket as she limps off, and all through her meeting with Sovereign. As she collapses onto her bed, splint gone and a new pain in her ankle, she knows she can't leave. Sovereign would be sure to hunt her down if she did. So there's no point in keeping Gemma's address.

She does, though, slipping the little piece of paper under the mattress. She's not sure why she doesn't just throw it in the fireplace, let it go up in smoke, but for some reason she can't bring herself to get rid of the one piece of evidence she has that people will, occasionally, be kind.

_

Gemma resists the urge to get up as the kitchen window slides open further and a person drops inside with a small thud.

The little thief's back.

She hears rustling outside her bedroom, and knows that when she goes out in the morning, she'll see an empty plastic box that held snackd from last time they 'burgled' her, slightly rumpled bed clothes on the sofabed, and a wide-open window. Possibly a few feathers too.

She worries about Black Death, sometimes. They've gone from an excitable, dramatic small child to a wary young adult who barely talks. And who sometimes ends up in a near-stranger's house for food and sleep. She thinks Sovereign probably has something to do with it, given that they're his sidekick. It's worrying.

But she can't confront Black Death. She doesn't think they're ready to leave him, and she doesn't want to accidentally chase them out of the only place they're definitely getting food and rest from.

She just hopes they get the courage to ask for help sometime.

_

Brynn bites her lip as she hears the key turn in the lock. Gemma's here.

She was nervous enough about tonight anyway, but now she thinks this might be the same Gemma she's been stealing food from for years. The woman who helped her out, before she'd realised it was a bad idea to let anyone except Sovereign help. And now... she has to own up, right? To stealing? But what if Gemma hates her for it? The team all look up to Gemma, what would happen to her then?

"Hi Gemma," says Lian, out in the hallway. "Kai told you we have someone new, right?"

"Yeah. He and Aaron are still buying snacks, by the way, I came on ahead. She used to be a villain's sidekick?"

There's a glimmer of hope in Gemma's voice, and Brynn wonders who she's hoping to find. Can't be her. She feels a little guilty, for not being the person Gemma clearly wants.

"Yep. Sovereign's, as a matter of fact. Her alias used to be Black Death."

Gemma gasps. "She's here?"

Morfydd gives Brynn a knowing smile, and she squeezes further into Phoenix's side. She's not scared, far from it, she just... wants Phoenix. On Phoenix's other side, Santhiya groans as they fall onto her.

Oops.

Gemma enters the room then, and Morfydd gets up, running to her and throwing their arms around the retired hero. Gemma chuckles lightly, stroking Morfydd's hair.

"Missed you too. Been a hell of a fortnight, I'm guessing?" Morfydd nods. "Do you and Lian want to come and stay over soon? Get away from it all." They nod again, clutching Gemma tightly. Brynn looks away guiltily, aware that it's her sudden move that's caused all this. And what Sovereign wants her to do will make everything worse.

Eventually, Morfydd pulls away and sits on Lian's lap, where she originally was before Gemma arrived.

"Why does no-one here ever use furniture?" she asks, sounding faintly amused, before turning to Phoenix and Santhiya. "Hey Phoenix, Santhiya. How are you?"

"I'm controlling my powers well, and me and Phoenix went on another date!" replies Santhiya excitedly.

"Finally," mutters Lian. Santhiya flips him off cheerfully, contentedly sitting partially under Phoenix.

Phoenix kisses the top of Santhiya's head, then gives Gemma an exhausted smile. "It was a good date. I think I understand why everyone was so concerned when they first met me now. I'm good, though. Kai says having someone to look after is good for me, and I agree. This is Brynn."

Brynn shies away as Gemma focuses on her. "H-h-h-hi."

"Hey there. You're the newbie then, I take it?" Brynn nods. "Please say you're the same little thief whose ankle I treated a few years ago."

"Y-y-y-yes. Y-y-y-you wwwww w-w-want me to-to be?" Brynn's perplexed. Why would Gemma want to see her again?

Gemma shrugs. "You vanished, I was worried about you. Did I have a good reason to be?"

Brynn shakes her head. "I-I-I'm f-f-f-fine. I-I-I'm s-s-s-sorry I st-st-stole f-f-from you."

"It's fine. I wouldn't have left the window half-open and snacks packed into tupperware if I didn't want you taking them, would I?"

Oh. Oh. Brynn's heart swoops. Sovereign was right. She really is thicker than two short planks.

"Oh. Of c-c-course. Sh-sh-sh-should've known I'm-I'm to-too stupid t-t-to b-b-b-break in." She takes a deep breath, trying to stop the incessant babble that comes out whenever she's upset. If she can't even speak properly she's not fit to speak at all.

"Hey. That wasn't what I meant, little thief. You broke in successfully the first time. The sofa was slept on and some food gone, and there were hawk feathers left behind. Deductive reasoning. It was only after that that I started leaving the window open for you. You're not stupid, far from it. You're just very brave."

"D-d-desperate," she corrects, heart in her throat. "I wu-wu-was d-d-desperate, n-n-not brave."

"Mm. You were both, I think. Do you want a hug?"

Brynn nods, ensconcing herself in Gemma's arms. She hasn't been hugged like this since her parents died, and she finds herself relaxing involuntarily.

That is, until Morfydd speaks, soft but amused.

"Does this mean that Brynn's the child you told us tried to fight you dressed in a sugar paper mask and a tablecloth?"

Brynn goes bright red as the others giggle, pressing closer to Gemma to hide her face. Damnit.

"Yep. That's Brynn."

_

Gemma looks up and covers Brynn's old mask with a tea towel when she walks into the room, wrapped in a green fuzzy dressing gown. Now Sovereign's in jail, Brynn's finally had a chance to collect the rest of her old things, and the mask is frankly horrifying. Gemma's not sure why she chose to keep it, given the obvious fear it inspires in her, but she doesn't plan on bringing it up unless Brynn does.

"Hey. Come and have some food." Brynn pours herself a small bowl of coco pops and takes a seat, the overlarge dressing gown making her look tiny. "How are you doing?"

Brynn nods. "Ffffff f–f-f-fine. I–I–I llllike th-th-the bu-bu-bu-bed." She inhales a spoonful of cereal. "Wu-wu-wu-when you ff-f-fixed m-m-my an-an-ankle, Ssssssss Sovereign re-re-re-rebroke it. I-I sh-sh-sh-shouldn't have g-g-got help f-f-from an-anyone bu-bu-but him. So-so I d-d-d-didn't kn-know h-h-h-how to-to lu-lu-lu-leave. I'm-I'm s-s-s-sorry."

Oh, god. She should've gotten Brynn out of there years ago, damn letting her make her own choices.

"Hey. It's okay, Brynn. Sovereign was my nemesis for years, and although I didn't know just how awful he was, I know you didn't have a choice. In fact, you're the one who defeated him in the end."

"It-it wu-wu-wu-wouldn't have b-b-been necessary if-if I w-w-wasn't a-a c-c-coward. C-c-can't I j-j-j-just h-h-hand m-myself in-in?"

"No. That's why you're staying with me, to stop you from doing that. It's why Phoenix tied you down at first. You're not going to prison, I don't care how much you think you deserve it."

Brynn squeezes her eyes shut, tears spilling out from under her eyelids. Gemma squeezes her hand gently.

"I m-m-miss them. Ph-ph-phoenix th-the m-m-most."

"You can call them if you like. You won't be disturbing them, if they're busy they just won't answer."

"I'm sc-scared," she whispers. "Y-y-y-you d-d-d-didn't see th-the others' ffff f-f-faces. Th-the b-b-betrayal. Wu-what if th-they– wu-what if Ph-ph-phoenix an-and San-santhiya are-are are-are-are-are–"

Gemma waits, but Brynn just slams her mouth shut and shakes her head, unable to go on. "You won't know until you speak to them, and you have to speak eventually. If it helps, I don't think Phoenix has it in them to hate you."

Brynn picks her phone up and unlocks it with shaking fingers. She stares at the screen, unmoving.

"Do you want me to give you some privacy while you call?" asks Gemma quietly. Brynn shakes her head, squeezing Gemma's hand in a death grip.

Eventually, she presses call, then puts it on speaker. The phone barely has a chance to ring before Phoenix picks up.

"Hello? Brynn?"

"H-h-h-hey."

"Oh, thank god, you're okay. You haven't handed yourself in. How, um, how are you doing?"

Phoenix sounds exhausted but happy to hear from one of their partners, and Brynn smiles tentatively, loosening her hold on Gemma.

Gemma's relieved, and not just for the regaining of feeling in her fingers. It's good to see Brynn smile and talk. Gemma hasn't seen enough of that.

#whump #whump writing #lady whump #disabled whumpee #hero whump #hero whumpee #villain whumpee #villain whumper #hero caretaker #retired hero #whumpee and caretaker #immortal cannon fodder #brynn oc #gemma oc #implied child abuse #past parental death #broken bones #controlling whumper #sidekick whumpee #betrayal #internalised ableism #ableism #touch starved #muzzle #brynn brings her old mask back bc she thinks that maybe the team want her skills but they wont want her talking #after what she did #btw #brynn out here breaking her teams hearts with a very messed up mindset #not realising that they still care about her #only tagging brynn and gemma bc the others arent in it much at all but maybe they should be tagged? idk

[hazellevessque]

I have been consumed with thoughts about a Hirynne Young Royals AU that no one will properly understand (but like…for a pg 13 age group)

LIKE BRYNNE AS WILLE???? ANILA AS THE QUEEN??? AIDEN AS FELICE???

Aru and Mini as like…I don’t know Henry and Alexander or something. Or some random people at school

Navdeep is August because we hate him and he’s connected to Hira

Hira as Simon and maybe we can redeem Sara and make her Kara. Their names are similar.

Brynne calling the royal court and making them drive to her dorm because she and Aiden skipped dinner and want food (she can’t make it herself she is living in a dorm in a school in the middle of the forest)

AND LIKE…BRYNNE GETS SEND TO BOARDING SCHOOL BECAUSE SHE GOT INTO A FIGHT SOMEWHERE DO YOU SEE MY VISION

#I’m never gonna write because it would never work #the plots are too different to actually make a coherent story out of #but out of context scenarios are cute #aru shah #tpq #the pandava quintet #brynne rao #hira #hirynne