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natsuyuki-w · 9 months

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Not one of the boys

Twisted wonderland cast realizes that (Yuu) is a girl.

Part 1 - Part 2 - Part 3 - Part 4 Featuring: Lilia - Kalim and Jamil - Vil, Epel and Rook

- See you tomorrow! - I waved the ghosts at the cafeteria. "Yass pay day as come again!" I cheered with myself making my way to the dorm. The corridor was empty except for a student a little far, walking in my opposite direction.

All of a sudden he slowed down and started to wobble. I rushed as fast as I could catching him just in time. - Uff - he fell face front in my arms, and I stumbled a little, needing to pull my all strength to support his limp body. - mmmm - he fought the dizziness but his lids refused to stay open slowly covering his lilac irises. - I'll bring you to the infirmary ,... - - Mmmm, no infirmary...father. - - Ehm... Maybe not? - I chuckled - Poor thing... I'm afraid is going to be quite difficult bringing you home fast enough. - and I tried position him better for the carrying.

- Smell...good - Did he just nuzzled in my chest???? - Ha ha ha... l-let's go you need some sugar in your system. - if I was lucky enough, his brain was too turned off to... - mmmm...Why are you a girl? - never mind.

- Is the feeling of dizziness getting better? - I asked dismissing, but no responses came out. - Damn it!!! He passes out. - and while dragging him I searched in every pocket anything that could've help. - Diasomnia eh? Can you tell me your name? - but again nothing - Uff we are almost *gnh there - I dragged us resisting his full weight.

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When I arrived, the stuff helped me carry him to bed and informed me of his predicament. Apparently he was often found sleeping around. - So it's rather narcolepsy then dizziness ... Dang it must be hard. - Sitting on his bed I tried to talk testing if he was there.

Looking down his pretty sleeping face, I hummed a little tune from back home, inspired by his predicament - 🎶 I know you, I walked with you once upon a dream, I know you, that look in your eyes is so familiar a gleam... 🎶 - -... Thank you...princess Aurora. - he murmured, held out weakly his hand to then falling down brushing my arm in the trajectory.

*girly squeaks I got up covering my red face. - Is he awake? - came back one of the nurses. I shook my head and ran passed them - Thank you for your work, please take care of him I'm going to inform his dorm mates. - I quickly dismissed myself.

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The only person I found in Diasomnia's lounge was a green haired boy seemingly able to only communicate with screams. He started from the moment he lent eyes on me and continued till we parted ways.

- Goodness... I'm going to lay down myself... It was exhausting. - hopefully sleeping beauty in the confusion would forget about our encounter.

Swimwear fiasco

- Oasi maker! - exclaimed Kalim. - Come on (Yuu) let's enjoy the water!- encouraged the bubbly boy. - Oh no I... Can't.- I sat on the border enjoying the coolness with my feet . After the exhausting week, it would've been a blessing, but no.

- But you said you love swimming...- - I did... But I'm... very tired from all the training we did, I'll just stay here for a while...- - But water is very helpful! It relaxes all your muscles. - he insisted. - Koebi-chaan... Let's go in the water. You'll make the baby otter cry. - teased Floyd, knowing Exactly why I didn't want to swim. - I-I don't even have swimwear. I can't. - - Y-yeah exactly Floyd don't insist, sh..he can't ha-ha.- laughed Azul awkwardly realizing the predicament of me in a swimsuit.

- Don't worry prefect! - smiled brightly Kalim taking his thumb and middle finger together. - Here you...- - NO!!! - I quickly stood up, but my protest came late. * snap Red swim boxers with flames lay lower than my navel, showing off my narrower waist. The tight sports bra that flatted my chest was now on display.

Azul shrieked and covered his eyes immediately, his face redder than his sunburn. Floyd and Jade instead watched all too attentively with wide grins. Grim started to laugh at my, once again, involuntary revealing, Jamil backened in disbelief and completely flustered covered his eyes like the Octavinelle's head.

Kalim directly in front of me, was staring, his brain fused and mouth half agape. - Sigh... Don't be so shocked, I'm not naked.- and I grabbed my shirt from the boy's hand. - Come on, you're all reacting like you've never seen a girl in your life. - and then I mumbled - I'm not even that good-looking.- - Awwww that's not true Shrimpy,...*uf why already covering? - lamented Floyd. - HORNY JAIL FOR YOU!- I snapped.

- B-b-b since...when? Y-you ...I - Kalim became a mumbling mess. - Oh you know, it's the cold water. - I joked (with myself because nobody knew about Ranma 1/2). - For real??? - exclaimed hin, incapable of understanding sarcasm. - No...No darling, since the first day here, I've always been a girl, but Crowley asked me to hide it. - and then I mumbled - It's harder than I thought keeping this a secret.-

- Excuse me on the name of Kalim. - intervened Jamil still not looking at me from embarrassment. - I'M SO SORRY (YUU). - cried the boy with open arms, he was going for his usual hugs but stopped unsure. I smiled and closed the gap to squeeze and pat his back. - Don't worry I'm not mad, fortunately, it all turned out...decently - at least I wasn't naked - Only thing I ask of you, don't tell anyone, plz...and By the by... Now I can swim! -

- NOOO!!!- protested Azul turning into an even deeper shade of red. - YEES!!! - exclaimed instead Floyd and Kalim, the kid quickly recovering from the shock. - Tho I can't give you the clothes...my magic is not that good- muttered soon after. - Ah, no no I can go like this! Sure is a bit stuffy but it can work. - - (Yuu), I can procure you proper wearing if you want. - invited Jade with an evil smile. - Nah, thx - - To excuse Kalim's action I can provide something if you want. - proposed Jamil recalling what his sister usually wore. - Mmm okay thank you - he for sure was a safer choice.

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We enjoyed the water for a while till I heard someone screaming out of breath from afar. - Hm? Someone's running from across the desert. - I looked where Grim was pointing and saw my favorite bromance. - Heeeey prefect, Griiim - - Are you guys alive? - Deuce was ready to throw fists. - Hey guys! What happened to you? Decided to come back ear... - - Whaddya mean " What happened to us"? What the hell happened to you? - Angrily inquired Ace. - As soon as we got your "We're locked up in Scarabia" message...-

- Oh right! I'm so sorry guys Grim suggested to contact you but after we were so caught up with the all thing...Tho... Awww you were worried about us? You're such good friends!... Ace, only sometimes. - - WHAAAT? We freaking public transported to here! The mirror warp is not opened yet. -

- It seems you solved the situation well. I'm glad you are... - Deuce noticed my garments. - So... They found out too eh?- inquired Ace. - Come on come on! - I grabbed their hands dismissing quickly the topic - the water is so good, you came all the way here, now relax and I'll fetch'ya with ALL the dits. - - Swimsuit...- the raven head short-circuited looking vacant before him. - Yeah, I'm going to take a good soak, but I need more than relaxing. You better prepare a cocktail for all the scare you gave us. - - Perfect! Kalim, can you do the *snap on them?- I shouted.

To be young

- But I thought you didn't bring a swimsuit (Yuu). - asked the ghosts. I groaned in response and stayed behind to admire the winter wonderland. - Gyahahhahaa, she didn't but...- and the cat started narrating my misadventure.

- Oooh would you look at that? So you have finally come back - in front of my face, a boy with black and pink hair flew upside down in the air. - Whaaa! You scared the crap outta me! - then I looked at his face better and snapped repeatedly my fingers - What was your name....- - I'm...- - No no no! Wait. I have it...- - Fufufufu suit yourself. - he shrugged - You're a curious thing indeed...Not only you managed to catch his attention, but you're also an infiltrated girl. - smiled chuckling. - Aaaand here goes my identity again. -

With his face so close I got a little star-struck and absentmindedly I muttered - Big eyes, pointy champers, always upside down, great hearing,... You truly are like a pretty bat... LILIA! YESSS I knew I remembered! - I held my fist victorious.

He flinched - That's...- and then exploded in a long laugh lowering to the ground - Why yes-and-thank -you! - he closed the distance again, his face inches from mine - You're quite the charmer. - He lightly gasped - Uh boy! Perhaps you may be...his first crush? - and his expression turned into a teasing grin. - Wha...?- - Awww to be young,... Here, I've come to deliver a holiday card addressed to you from a certain individual. I wonder if he knows you're a girl...- and he passed me the envelope closed by a golden sigil.

- A certain individual... - the only Diasomnia kid I knew was Tsunotaro. - M.D...- I glared at the card in search of answers, Lilia looking expectingly. - He was sulking since he wasn't invited to any holiday parties this year. - - Oh really? I hope he'll spend a wonderful vacation either way, but next time we prepare something I shall invite him. Tho... He has you right?- He smiled warmly and nodded - Yes we kept him company, but I think he will appreciate your sentiment. - I nodded looking again at the message.

- Ah-ha! Of course M.D: My Dearest! - I translated - Awww that's cute, send him my gratitude, he's dear to me as well... Tho I'm still not sure we are talking about the same person...-

He laughed at my expenses for 5 minutes straight.

Femboy

- I think you can see it well from him. - lectured Vil to the rebellious kid. - Tho still a bit of a potato, but he has embraced his cuteness with both masculine and feminine traits. - - W- wait... are you talking about me? - I finally realized. - Who else, manager? - - I... well, you see...- - Schoenheit-senpai the prefect is not...- - That... Feminine. - interrupted Ace before Deuce could spill the secret to yet another person. With all those people finding out, he had forgotten about his promise.

"Dang,... If I tell those two now..." but my thoughts got interrupted. - I think a practical demonstration would be the best solution to get through this thick head of his.- Epel's brows twitched, he didn't seem much inclined to the idea and found a way to change the topic.

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- And now? What should I do? - I asked Rook. - How would Epel react after seeing that my "femininity" is in fact there because I'm a woman? - - Mmm, I see,...it is quite troublesome.- he took a hand under his chin.- You could reverse the perspective, Trickster! - and pointed back at me. - ...- - I did't doubt you being a boy the first time I saw you, and the others too. - Apperentely curious of our interest he made his research (stalking) and he had confessed his discovery when my friends asked to apply to the selection.

"Aaaah so you are not applying Trickster? I guess it's unfortunate but inevitable. After all, you couldn't risk your identity being revealed in the presence of the other academies."

- Mmmmm... So like, emphasize that I'm a manly girl? - - ...Not exactly what I meant, but yes. You're remarkably beautiful in disguise and not.- - At...well. Wow, thank you! I guess,...uff wow... it's going to be my first time willingly revealing my secret then. - I exclaimed closing the conversation fast to hide my rosy cheeks.

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- See you this evening! - I saluted. - Have fun, but be there on time for preparing dinner, okay manager? - inquired Vil. - Don't worry (Yuu), today I'll help you too so you can arrive a little later. - reassured Epel. - Sweet ~ Thank you so much I really appreciate it! -

- Where are you going (Yuu)? - came after me Kalim. - Shopping! Cater has been asking me to go for a while - Since the tie accidental reveal, the third year had been throwing "girly" dates ideas from time to time - So today the cash from my shifts is going to be put to good use... On myself! And dorms fixing obv. - since m'y interlocutor seemed giddy I asked - Do you wanna join? - - YES...- - I'm afraid no Kalim. - inquired Jamil. - You have been neglecting your study for long enough using training as an excuse. We need to make up for lost time. -

- Ack... Sorry love - I pet his white hair, the poor Scarabia's leader totally drained from enthusiasm. - Please tho, take some rest you all! You too Jamil! - - Bye (Yuu) have a nice day. - waved me off with a smile the Vice dorm leader. - Byeee thank you too! -

-...something like that, you know? - I explained my plan to Cater while ogling the shop windows. - I like the idea very much and I'll help you for sure! - he winked - I'm so happy you accepted! When we'll be back, I'll show Trey some peeks of our date juust to tease him. He's going to be so jealous! - he smiled mischievously pulling already his phone out. -Hahahaa what are you talking about? Don't be silly. - I shook my head - But yes! If you could lend a hand I would reeeally appreciate it.-

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The day passed by smoothly and after some last touches of light makeup at Heartlabyul, I was ready to put my plan in motion.

I entered the door and greeted everyone with nonchalance. - Hii (Yuu)...Wooow! Your shopping went well! - gawked Kalim. - Hahahaha thank you! Pretty neat yeah? Cater is a good consultant I have to admit it. - - You look good, the jacket is dope! - Epel's ruder self slipped out but Vil's glare was an immediate shut down. - Wanna try? - I tugged the collar. He nodded and I slipped off the piece to rest it on his shoulder.

A minute of silence broke down.

Under the masculine attire, I wore a fitting cropped corset, hugging nicely my body and emphasizing my feminine features. -..but..you..- Epel blushed then frowned. Many things ran through his head. Kalim was going to cover me but I quickly stopped his track with a reassuring smile. Behind him Ace threw a teasing roll of his eyes. Meaning: show-off. Deuce blush inevitably came out and Jamil was the most flustered of them all. He was still recovering from the swimwear trauma. Vil on the other hand, after the first surprise, soon ricomposed himself. He knew what transsexuality was after all. - Magnifique, ça donne beaucoup - admired Rook.

- I have some explaining to do. Sorry that I never told you I'm a girl. - I confessed looking down at Epel, flustered and betrayed at the same time. I explained the all Crowley ordeal and my motives - I know I could've just stayed silent, but it didn't sit right to me. Especially when Vil's point seemed completely contradicted by the reality. But Rook... - - *Sigh, of course, you knew - commented Vil. - ...told me I could make the same point out of my situation. I hope it reached, but mostly, I hope we can still be friends. - and I surpassed him with a pat on the shoulder. - Do you wanna help? - and after a bit of pondering the boy silently nodded.

- I... Don't know what's right and I am not truly sure how to face this, but I want to be friends. - spoke after we finished. - Good! I'm glad. - and he went out to settle the table.

- Now I understand why you didn't even try the audition. - Vil posed at the entry. - Yep. The headmaster prohibited too much "exposure" especially for an event that invites all the other Academies. - He nodded. - The attire suits you, by the way, it makes you look handsome. - and he left. "VIL SHONEHEIT THINKS I'M HANDSOME."

And Rook looked in nodding with a closed eye smile.

The pairing of the names Kalim+Jamil is so amusing to me, and I always mix them up. (Jalim, Kamil) The ship is so strong it comes naturally.

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cookiepie111 · 8 months

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I'm insane HOWEVER! König with milf darling.

A/A This piece is finally escaping draft hell! Again started as rambling so sorry if its all over the place. not proofread, feedback would be appreciated 🙏🏾( Hopefully, part 2 at some point, eh🫠) x black fem reader

It stared out small, nothing terrible. He'd just admired you and your strength. Being a single mum wasn't easy.

The lady next door who's always so kind dropping leftovers at his house, she'd bring over missed letters and parcels to him.

He notices how you're always rushing back home whenever you drop something off as your youngest chases after you outside. He makes sure to come to you now.

He's seen you through the window struggling with your kids trying to guide them to the door with bags of shopping. Tapping away at the sink his eyes following you with shopping. He should help you, yet he stood there thinking a little while longer racking his brain for... something.

He can't help but project. Are you managing okay where is husband he must no good if he's not around if you're constantly struggling.

You'd invited him over a handful of time merly pleasantries, he refused each time. This time, when standing at your door, waiting for you to find his parcel, "Can I come in?" You're surprised he refused your previous offers, and frankly, you're a bit scared to have a man so.. intimidating in your home. You look to the side, hesitating "sure"

He sits at your coach, dwarfing the space around him. The scene before you reminds you of Alice in Wonderland, as if he'd drunk a position to grow making the biscuits in his hand look comically small. looking around your house, toys, books, honestly half your house was just scattered about. pictures of you and your children on the shelf, yet no baby pictures. Strange.

He's laying on the seat in his house, he's antsy, hasn't done anything in a while, in the army there's structure and routine he hadn't planned to be off for this long. He needed to put himself to work.

He felt bad, he was reminded of his mother he wasn't much help back then not much he could have done, but its different now, he can still help a mother in need right?

It wasn't exactly intense work, but it was something, your house needed a bit of help, and it wouldn't hurt to do something to keep his body busy. You were adamant he didn't need to. "You don't work, you don't eat, you've been feeding me for some time, let me put in the work." He was so flat with his delivery, A shocked look was all you could give him. that seemed to squash any argument in you.

He got work picking up the toys and items putting them in the fabric box, so flimsy. "You need a proper place to put this stuff. Your lack of furniture and storage, you should have spaces for these in your kids room". he thinks he's helping giving you good advice.

his words come out harsher than he expected. You tensed under his words, you'd been working yourself crazy trying to get your two kids settled in. You didn't want your oldest to become a second parent to their siblings. Between working and looking after your youngest, you simply didn't have time. You were making do with what you had. You didn't need this man shaming you. "Yes I, I'm trying." He hadn't meant for his words to come out as criticism of you. He turned back at the ground. "Wait here"

You turned looking out of the window huh?! He was dragging a cupboard out his house "wait wait what are you doing" was he serious? You could get a cupboard later. It took a lot of convincing that you didn't need it he could put it back in his house. If your neighbours were to look outside, they'd see your panicking form waving arms about over a confused giant. He let up but left at "fine tomorrow we can go and buy new cupboard"

" I can't I have to stay with my kids"

"Bring them" You're pretty sure he was giving you an order there, no room for discussion. This man is really throwing you for a loop, you're only pulled out of confusion when your youngest pulls on your leg. 'How did they get out so fast?!'

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gaybananabread · 7 months

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TickleTober Day 3 - Cuddles

I've been slowly revisiting my old fandoms for the event, and the MHA curse may or may not have re-infected my brain. Soooo here's some DabiHawks because I'm basic (TvT). Loving this event so far, it's really challenging my creativity and overall commitment levels! As always, I hope you Enjoy!

Lee: Hawks

Lee: Dabi

Summary: Dabi and Hawks wake up after a night together, cozy in their bed. Dabi wants peaceful cuddles, but Hawks won't stop being a shit. Lucky for him, Dabi knows just how to get the pesky bird to settle down.

Warnings: none! This is a tickle fic, so if you don't like that, scroll away!!

Dabi just wanted one morning where he could wake up peacefully with his bird boy. Just one nice, calm, soft morning. With Hawks, however, that was never an option. He had barely opened his eyes before he felt something poking his cheek.

“Heeeeey crispy~” Ugh, that nickname… He wished the pro had never thought of it. At least his morning voice was nice. Dabi tried to tune him out, digging his face into his partner’s arm. “Mmmph. Go back ta sleep…”

Peacefulness wasn’t really an option for the winged hero. He was feeling playful, rested and wanted to mess with his man. Besides, twelve o'clock is a perfectly reasonable time to wake someone up. Not his fault that Dabi’s not a morning person. The villain groggily swatted at the other’s hand. “But I’m not tired. You need to get up, it’s almost noon.”

Dabi groaned, wrapping his arms around his boyfriend. Why did he always have to do that? “No. Sleep.” He rested his head against the other man’s chest, hoping to sway him to the sleepy side. He never got the best rest at night, even with Hawks by his side. Mornings were dreaded by him, he always tried to get a few more hours out of his partner.

Hawks just chuckled and shook his head. He was more than used to Dabi’s groggy morning routine. Still, he was a bit antsy, wanting to start the day. Feeling mischievous, he moved his wings, gently brushing the tips of his feathers on the burned boy’s neck and arms.

That got a reaction, though it wasn’t the one he was looking for. Dabi pushed himself up, gathering Hawks’ wrists in one hand and pushing them above his head. The ravenette was practically laying on top of him, using his strength and weight to keep him pinned. He was awake now. Hawks wasn’t worried yet, his playful smirk on full display. “Wohoah. Thought you were tired, Dabs. Don’t mind this, though~”

Dabi rolled his eyes and huffed. That man… He was gonna get it. “Always gotta go there, huh?” His free hand rested on the blonde man’s side, drumming fingers against his bare skin. “Think I got a way to wear you out, birdy.”

Now Hawks was worried. The smirk wavered, a nervous smile replacing his confident grin. Dabi didn’t make empty threats like that. “Hey! Lehet’s- let’s talk about this!” He tugged at his arms, trying to free himself. Pinned on his back, Hawk’s wings wouldn’t be much help. He could get them to Dabi, but the fiery man would easily push them aside. Besides, he’d rather not draw attention to the sensitive appendages.

“Nothin’ to discuss. You’re being a shit; ’m just returning the favor.” The fingers on his side bent into a claw, slowly scratching the area right under his ribs. Hawks bit his lip, refusing to break so quickly. Dabi wanted a reaction? He was gonna have to work for it.

He wanted to play hardball? Fine. Dabi could play hardball. He kept his clawing light and slow, teasing the other man. The claw climbed upwards, toying with his ribs before moving back down. He was gonna be cruel about it. “Silent treatment, eh? We’ll see how long that lasts..”

Hawks could feel his cheeks heat up as he squirmed. He was only in his boxers, his lover wearing a loose tank-top. He was almost completely exposed to Dabi’s ticklish teasing. His breathing was only getting shakier, the tight bite of his lip wobbling. The winged hero couldn’t hold out forever.

The fiery man saw his reactions, chuckling. “Look’it you, all blushy and squirmy. Could eat you up, nugs. Actually…not a bad idea.” Dabi lowered his head slowly, his clawing fingers running up and down the blonde’s ribcage. Hawks kicked and squirmed, but nothing he did could stop his boyfriend’s lips from touching down on his stomach. The hero finally broke, squealing and bursting into bubbly giggles as he felt Dabi’s teeth on his stomach.

“GYAAAhahaha! Dahabihihihi noho!” Hawks bucked his hips, trying to get the other man away from his ticklish belly. Dabi chuckled against his stomach, sending little vibrations through the sensitive flesh as he nibbled and kissed on it. He was being so mean!

As if all the teasing and provoking wasn’t enough, Dabi decided to speak against his belly too. “Such a ticklish thing, aren’t we? Wouldn’t it suck if I spilled to the League about this? Even with your wings, I doubt you could fend off Twice’s little army. So many wiggling fingers~” He switched from clawing to scribbling, still focusing on the winged hero’s ribs while nibbling on his belly.

Hawks was in stitches, giggling and squeaking like there was no tomorrow. His cheeks were burning, the teases hitting their mark and flustering the man. “Youhuhu s-suHUHUCK! GEHEHET OHOhohoff!” The gentle scraping of his lover’s teeth on his belly, the fluttery feeling of the kisses; it was insane. Correction; it was driving him insane.

In a way, Dabi was still getting his cuddles. He was pretty much laying on Hawk’s lower body, he was kissing and loving on him, and his partner was smiling. True, pitchy laughter was right behind that smile, but he wasn’t picky. Pinning his arms above his head and tickling him was just a part of the fun.

“Bahabe- babe plehEHEHEASE! MOHOHOVE!” Hawks was quickly losing it over the tickles, the nibbles and kisses on his toned stomach more than he was ready for. He was used to Dabi being mean, but he normally wasn’t this cruel. He should’ve just gone for the cuddles…

Dabi’s head finally pulled away, a wide and smug smirk adorning his features. He ran his hand across his boyfriend’s stomach, wiping any loose saliva from his tickly attack off the surface. That man knew exactly what he was doing, and he was enjoying it. “Aww, guess my birdy can’t handle a few kisses. Maybe you should think about that next time you wanna be a shit.” He kept both Hawk’s arms pinned above his head, using his free hand to drill into the blonde’s hips.

Think about that next time? Oh, he’d be thinking about it for the rest of the day, possibly into the next morning. And maybe, just maybe, he’d do the exact same thing tomorrow. But at that moment, all he could do was laugh. “DAHABIHIHIHI! WHYHIHIHI AHARE YOU SOHO MEHEHEAHAN?!”

“It’s my job, Keigo. I’m an evil villain, remember? Gotta keep my bratty bird boy in check.” That made Hawk’s entire face go red, the blush actually spreading to the tips of his ears. They seldom used each other's actual names, as they had gotten used to the aliases before they started dating. Hearing his name come from Dabi’s mouth, on top of the tickling and teasing tone…it’s safe to say he was flustered. Even better, the worst was yet to come.

Dabi’s eyes wandered, landing on his boyfriend’s wings. He had long since figured out how sensitive they were; that was hardly the first time he’d tickled the man. This meant that he knew exactly how ticklish his wings were, and just how to go at them to wreck the hero. His hand slowly moved behind his ribs, getting closer and closer to the base of Hawk’s wings. “Ya know, there’s one spot I’ve been dying to get to. I’d say I’ve been pretty patient, wouldn’t you?”

Oh, that ass. “DAHABIHI- DABI NOHOHO! YOUHUHUHU WOUHULDN’T!” Dabi just laughed, leaning down and whispering right in his ear. “Oh, I would~” He let go of Hawk’s arms, quickly flipping the man over now that his hands are free. Hawks, both dazed from the tickled and flustered out of his mind, couldn’t react fast enough. He was straddled in seconds, both of Dabi’s evil hands scratching along the bases of his wings.

When I say this man cackled, I mean he lost his shit.

“NAHAHA! SHIHIT- DAHAHABIHIHI! IHI- YOUHU- GAHAHA!” He writhed under his boyfriend’s touch, the crazy ticklish spot driving him up the wall. He could barely think, barely speak, barely do anything other than thrash and laugh his ass off. Dabi found it quite amusing. “Damn, birdy. Got some pipes on ya there. Should be calling you songbird.”

Hawks ultimately gave up, resigning to his ticklish fate. He couldn’t get Dabi off his back, couldn’t focus enough to use his quirk, and couldn’t stretch his wings far enough to retaliate. He just pressed his face into a pillow, laughing his heart out as his boyfriend destroyed him with tickles.

Eventually, Dabi got his fill, seeing the puddle of squirmy cackling beneath him. He climbed off of the winged hero, instead laying beside him and pulling him close. Hawks was still giggling like crazy; the intense tickling left him with plenty of phantom sensations. Dabi just rubbed his back, placing little kisses on his forehead as he cuddled up to the blonde. “Easy, babe. I’m done, you’re good.”

It took a solid three minutes, but Hawks finally regained his composure, sighing into Dabi’s chest. The tickling had definitely worn him out; all the antsy energy he felt that morning was spent. In fact, he could use a nap. He draped across his boyfriend’s sides, breathing out a sleepily muttered “jerk” before closing his eyes.

Dabi just chuckled, gently scratching the pro’s head as he drifted off. It was gonna be at least a good hour before he woke back up. Looks like he was getting his cuddles after all…

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all-mirth-no-matter · 1 year

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Time After Time | Chapter Six

Pairing: Tommy Shelby x Reader, Tommy Shelby x Original Female Character

Summary: Tommy takes you on an impromptu trip.

Warning: language, smoking, ethnic slur, fluff, tommy is a soft boi, next chapter will have lots of plot dev i promise

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Chapter Six: Dismantle. Repair.

Hands, like secrets, are the hardest thing to keep from you. Lines and phrases, like knives, your words can cut me through. — Dismantle. Repair., Anberlin

“A wagon?” Your sleepy brain was still in a haze, and you weren’t even positive what you were looking at was real. “Where did you even— what the hell is this, the Oregon Trail?”

Tommy grabbed your bag and climbed into the seat, securing it in the back before offering his hand to help you up. “Come on now, get in.”

“Is this the part where I ‘go for a ride’ and you leave my body in a ditch somewhere?” You asked sarcastically, taking his hand and letting him pull you up.

If you’d had your wits about you, you would have taken note of how easily he’d lifted you, how tight his hold on you was, and how he’d pulled you right up against his side. But you could only grumble out of sleepiness and revel in the warmth of his body heat.

“Not this time,” he chuckled softly, obviously amused by your less-than-filtered state. “Secure?” He checked to make sure you were seated comfortably next to him before he flicked the reigns. He instructed the horse to walk on. “Not a morning person, eh?”

“Morning?” You scoffed. “This is rolling into bed after a good night out hours.”

It was still dark when you’d heard the knock at your door.

You used to be the deepest sleeper — you could have slept through a hurricane (you had once as a kid, your dad told you). But since you’d woken up here, you hadn’t had one decent nights sleep. Your anxiety levels were always on high and the noise outside was nonstop. The train, the boats, the constant fire balls bursting into the air down the lane.

Most of the time, sleep found you out of exhaustion, when your mind couldn’t run any longer and your body began to shut down from the physical and mental labor of it all.

Last night was no exception.

You spent the rest of the evening in the office. Despite the bookhouse being closed for the day, the house itself was bustling with activity. It was then that you realized something you hadn’t thought about in years.

Family hadn’t exactly been something that you’d had much experience with in your life.

Your father had very little of it — his parents had died before you’d been born, and his younger brother had moved to different parts of America some time after he’d enlisted. Your uncle had found himself on a different life path than your father, always finding himself in trouble one way or another. It wasn’t until your father died that you even heard from him — a weird and uncomfortable phone call from a family member you’d never met, crying over guilt. After that, you never heard from him again.

Your mother, on the other hand, had no family. At all. She refused to talk about it with you, even as you got older. The only reason you knew the fact you had about her blood line stretching across Europe but possibly starting in Greece was after you begged insistently so that you wouldn’t fail a genealogy assignment for class.

After your mother’s death, you fell into a bit of a spiral — isolating yourself from the friends you’d made over the years. Eventually, the only people you’d started interacting with were people you met through work.

But every night, even when you were seeing someone at the time, you felt a sense of isolation, of loneliness, of non-belonging.

The feeling only intensified when you woke up in 1918, obviously accompanied with newer feelings of confusion and anger and feeling completely out of control of your life.

After meeting Ada and Harry, you were surprised when you realized that those feelings had started to lesson. It was still prevalent, but gradually, as you started spending more time at the Shelby household and with the patrons at the Garrison, you began to feel a deeper sense of camaraderie and acceptance.

Even if you were still keeping the fact that you were a time traveler from the future a secret. That was just, ya’know, details.

As you wrapped up your (second) first day with the Shelby business, you couldn’t help but wonder what it would have been like growing up in the Shelby family. All those siblings, their parents, their aunt, and what sounded like loads of friends of the family that you still hadn’t met. Their bond seemed iron clad, especially with the defensive way Arthur acted when he felt that stronghold was being invaded by an outsider.

You didn’t blame him, either brother really, even if they had been hugely rude and sexist. It was nothing you didn’t hear at the pub on the daily.

The sad part (or the only child, people pleaser, desperate for family love part) was that you really wanted John and Arthur to like you, in the same way you’d been hellbent on gaining Polly’s respect and affection.

Arthur spent the day completely avoiding you. When your paths did cross, like when you went to find Polly to ask a clerical question, he simply grunted at you. But you took that as an improvement from calling you a whore, so you took it.

John was running around with his kids, apparently his wife was feeling a little sick lately. He actually stopped and talked to you for a little bit when you asked how she was doing. He seemed concerned, but Polly reassured that the doctors were taking good care of her and she’d be back on her feet in no time.

In the evening, Ada brought you some stew Polly had made and sat with you at the table as you both ate. It felt like old times — well, old in the sense of like a month ago.

The first thing you made sure to ask was about Freddie. You were careful not to use names, even after she shut the door to give the two of you more privacy. She’d happily informed you that the two of them had reconnected successfully — that while he wasn’t the same Freddie that had left Birmingham, they were learning how to be each other again.

You asked how long they were planning to keep things a secret, to which she didn’t have a solid answer.

“He thinks it’s for the best for now,” she’d added, hinting that there was some disconnect between his friendship with Tommy.

He’d gotten into politics, Ada had told you, sort of shrugging it off and claiming that it was just fun listening to him talk so passionately about something. That it made her want to be passionate about something too.

“So, you and my brother,” she’d suggested after finally catching you up.

You rose your brow as a counter. “And what exactly are you implying?”

“You keep surprising me, is all. I thought for sure Harry was going to toss you on your ass, but you got that job. Good thing I didn’t bet on this as well, ‘wise I’d lose again!”

Your mouth dropped dramatically as you gave her a playful shove. “Hey! I thought you liked me?”

“I do!” She laughed as she shoved you back. “I got you this job, remember? It’s just—“ her face fell as she looked down at her spoon, “you remember how the boys our age were before the war.”

You didn’t.

“Tommy was just like the lot of ‘em. Protective and determined as hell, but still, he used to laugh — used to make us laugh.” Her eyes shined a little at the memories behind them, but then dropped. “Since he’s been back, he hasn’t— he just— it’s like he’s been a stone. Out of all of ‘em, he’s been the one Pol and I ‘ave been worried about the most.”

Ada closed her mouth quickly, obviously not completely comfortable sharing this more intimate family discussion. You remained silent, not pushing the subject but not dismissing her either. She cleared her throat before she went on, managing a smile in the process.

“All that to say, you’ve managed to charm him,” her brow rose as her smile turned into a smirk.

“Nothing is going on,” you insisted, rolling your eyes at her.

She feigned insult, “Did I say there was?”

“Your face did,” you countered, pointing at her in emphasis.

Ada waved you off, “Fine. I’m just saying, it’s nice to see this side of Tommy again.”

She dropped the topic and left you to finish your work. Apparently she’d been warned by Tommy as well not to take up too much of your time.

As you were making your way out at the end of the day, you were trying to ignore the pang in your chest of not seeing Tommy again since he’d left that afternoon. You know what he’d said, but part of you hoped he’d come back. Maybe walk you home again.

Maybe give you another chance to ask him the question you hadn’t been able to stop thinking about, but for the life of you couldn’t bring yourself to ask him that morning.

You had no idea why you’d been so nervous about it. He’d told you he’d dreamed about you, obviously he wouldn’t have done that if he hadn’t expected you to have some follow up questions, right?

So why did the thought of actually asking him about it terrify you enough to act like it’d never happened?

Part of you knew you were scared of his answer. That him having this weird connection meant that this whole crazy, time travel, vision nonsense extended outside of just yourself — and to be honest, you weren’t sure if you were ready to live in that kind of reality just yet.

Apparently, your brain had a fantastic capacity for denial and compartmentalizing than you’d ever realized.

Again, that night you only got a couple hours of sleep before the knock at your door. You’d been suspicious and surprised to see Tommy on the other side, and then annoyed and cranky when he let himself in and began packing you a bag. Too tired to physically fight him on it, you let him do whatever it was he wanted, hoping he’d leave soon so you could go back to sleep.

But when he was done, he instructed you to follow and lock up behind you, throwing his coat to you.

And that’s how you ended up here, still half asleep, riding in a wagon next to a Peaky Blinder before sunrise.

“I’ve never been in a wagon before,” you mused, your brain still catching up with what was going on. “I’ve never been in a carriage before, actually. Not even one of those cute, kitschy ones that they have in some tourist cities.”

Tommy’s brow creased as he kept his gaze forward, letting you continue.

“I rode a horse once, but it was in the mountains and they were trained.” You chuckled, letting the memory come back, “They told us not to let the horses deviate from the trail and eat the plants on the edges. That if we gave the reigns a slight tug it would keep them from doing it. But my horse — Ginger Spice was her name, which was great because I loved the Spice Girls — I’m pretty sure she could sense that I was a pushover because she would not stop eating no matter how much I tried to direct her not to.”

Your eyes were still heavy as you chuckled to yourself, the scene playing like a movie behind your eyes.

“And then finally, when I could get her to fall in line with the others, she’d run me into tree branches or push me up against the other horses. She was such an ass.” You shook your head, still laughing at the memory. “But then at the end of the ride, she let me pet her and feed her carrots. My dad teased me that Ginger wanted me to take her home just so she could live a spoiled life with me.”

Your memory grew somber as you got to the end of the memory.

“That trip was the last time I remember my parents being happy with each other. Mum had laughed so hard at me trying to get the horse to turn around — it might have been the hardest I’d ever seen her laugh in my entire life.”

Tommy chanced a glance toward you, but you were still staring forward at the horse, your smile falling.

“Sorry,” you cleared your throat, the sleep fog starting to finally lift. “I ramble and mutter when I’m cranky. You should have seen me in school when I had to study for exams. My schoolmates made me isolate myself because I talked too much.”

“Don’t mind,” Tommy shrugged. “We’ve got a long trip.”

“Where are we going?” Your brow creased as you finally looked into the wagon behind you.

“It’s a surprise.”

You huffed, “I don’t like surprises.”

Tommy hummed in amusement. “No, I didn’t suppose you would.”

“Tommy—“

“I made you a promise, didn’t I?”

You swallowed, “We’re going to see the Delphi family?”

“Aye, if they want to see us, that is.” He pulled out a cigarette and lit it. “I got in touch with an old friend yesterday who was going to work on tracking ‘em down.”

Your brow rose, “Wow, that was fast.”

“I’m highly motivated.”

“Hmm,” you mused as you leaned back against the rest, “and it would be naive of me to believe that you’re motivated out of the kindness of your heart, yeah?”

He turned to you, his eyes meeting yours for the first time since you’d gotten in the wagon. The sun was still making it’s way above the horizon, but you could see the softness in his eyes consider you, then harden before turning forward.

“Yes, it would.” He cleared his throat. “If you recall, you also made a promise to me. You find the answers you seek, and then you tell me everything.”

You mimicked his motion and also faced the front, wrapping the coat around yourself as the cool air finally began to get to you. “I’m not sure if you want to know everything.”

“There’s that naivety again.”

You huffed again, “I’m serious. You don’t know what you’re asking. You’ll put me in the nut house.”

You both sat in silence for a beat, watching as the city began to slowly transition into countryside.

“Why do you want to know everything, anyhow?” you asked finally.

“I don’t like surprises.”

He repeated your words, his eyes giving you a quick scan as you took a deep breath.

“Touché,” you replied reluctantly. “Then why are we in a wagon? Wouldn’t a car get us wherever it is you’re taking me faster?”

“Aye, but I’m not certain exactly where we need to go and we’re too low on petrol for guessin’. We can sleep in the wagon if we need to, dependin’ on how cold it’ll get. Brought extra blankets just in case.”

“Sleeping?” Your brow creased again. “How long will this take?”

Tommy shrugged, “A day. A week. Not certain.”

“A we—“ you took a deep breath. “Harry is gonna kill me, Tommy. Why didn’t you tell me?”

“I’m tellin’ ya now. And I already informed Harry—”

You rolled your eyes. “Dammit, Tommy. Harry is my boss, working at the pub is my job, a job that I like!”

“Y/N—“

“I get that Harry also works for you or pays you, or whatever the hell kind of set up it is — but you can’t keep taking my agency away from me like this,” you pushed on, ignoring his attempt to pause you. “Harry will lose respect for me, hell he might even fire me, replace me — and I wouldn’t blame him!”

“Would it matter?” Tommy’s voice rose back at you. “You work for me now, eh?! You go wherever the fuck I tell you to go. And I don’t pay you to fight me on things!”

Your mouth snapped shut. This was the first time Tommy had spoken to you like that. You’d seen it yesterday with his brothers, but it’d never been directed at you.

Tommy took a deep breath, lifting his hand to press his fingers against his forehead. “I thought this is what you wanted,” his voice softer than it’d been before.

You took a deep breath, rubbing your eyes with the palms of your hands before looking back toward him. Tommy was already looking at you, his face hardened as he waited for your reply.

“What I want… I want to stop feeling like I don’t have any control over my life,” you said, your voice quiet and vulnerable with the weight of just how much you meant your words.

His face began to soften slightly as his eyes searched your face for a lie, but found none.

“I appreciate your help with this, and the urgency. But you could have just told me what you had planned. I could have gone to Harry myself. I could have lied, I could have told him whatever it is you want me to tell him. Just— if you could please stop blindsiding me with things, that’d be great.” You gave a small smile, trying to lighten back the mood while still staying serious. “Communication, ya’know? They say it’s the foundation for any relationship. Even in business.”

His eyes never left yours as you spoke. His tongue ran across his lips before he looked away again. You waited a beat for his response.

“You’re like two different people,” he finally said, his position still forward. You swallowed as he went on. “The words you use, the oddities you say. It makes me feel like there’s this entire person who I haven’t met, who I don’t know if I can trust, no matter how much I watched or how much we talk.”

You stayed silent, unsure how to explain yourself. When you didn’t, he went on.

“When I first realized who you were, when I first began to watch you, I half expected to find some rich girl stumblin’ her way around pretending to be a barmaid. Maybe you’d been a runaway, maybe you’d gotten yourself in trouble — why else would a pretty, educated girl like you be in Birmingham.”

His gaze held yours as he continued.

“The first day, I watched you work your shift from the shadows of the pub and watched you pour a pint like you’ve been doin’ it for years, so obviously you weren’t lying there. But,” his gaze dropped then, shaking his head as he inhaled a breath, “you speak like someone whose afraid of what they’re goin’ to say, so you don’t say much. You’re friendly, and can match anyone in conversation when prompted, but the depth of your words were shallow with the strangers around you. Even with Harry. Which surprised me, considerin’ the woman I met by the Cut had been one of the most intriguing souls I’d ever encountered.”

You found yourself holding your breath as he spoke, surprised that he was being this open with you.

“I like the way you speak to me,” he continued, his eyes finding yours again. “You’re unafraid, of me and yourself, it seems. There’s no air of frivolous pleasantries or polite small talk. You’re blunt and unapologetic. Probably why Polly likes you so much — you remind me of her sometimes. It makes me feel real, like something I thought I lost.”

You still couldn’t find your voice, unsure what to say and partially nervous of scaring him away from continuing if you did.

“I want you to fight me on things,” he said, his voice growing softer than you’d ever heard it. “I need you to.”

“Good. Because I wouldn’t know how to turn that filter off even if I could,” a smile pulled at the corner of your mouth.

His cheek rose in amusement as he lifted his free hand up to your face. He lightly ran his knuckles against your cheek softly as he took a deep breath. “But I still don’t trust you, no matter how much my gut wants to. And my patience has limits.”

Your smile fell, but you nodded, understanding and empathizing with his point of you.

“I don’t want to keep secrets from you,” you found yourself saying out loud.

His jaw clenched as he took in your words, “I believe you. I look forward to the day you don’t.”

He resumed his driving position as the two of you road in silence for a while longer. Your mind contemplated whether you should just tell him the whole story — maybe he wouldn’t think you claiming to be from the future was crazy?

How would you even begin to explain it? Even the idea of time travel wasn’t a common thing in today’s world. Sure, it’d been like 20 years since The Time Machine by HG Wells had come out, but you highly doubted Tommy had read it, much less even heard of it.

And how could you prove it to him? Warn him about the prohibition? The Irish Revolution? The stock market crash? The Second World War?

No. He’d definitely think you were crazy.

Even if this trip was a long shot, maybe there was something with this gypsy family that could answer enough for you to explain yourself.

Maybe…

You were surprised when he announced that you had made it to your first stop, it being just mid-morning. Approaching another caravan, Tommy explained that this was his contact with the gypsy family, and if all went well, he’ll be able to lead you to their camp.

“Johnny Dogs!” Tommy greeted as he exited the car.

“Tommy! How the hell are ya?” A shorter man hustled to meet him, arms extended wide as he pulled Tommy in for a bear hug.

“All the better for views of green pastures and getting city smoke outta my lungs,” Tommy replied, taking a deep breath through his nose.

You took that opportunity to take in a similar appreciation. In the last few months you’d been in Birmingham, you hadn’t even left the city. You forgot how green the grass and blue the sky could be. You began to wonder if there’d ever be a time again when you weren’t living in the smoke of the city…

“This your first time out here since France?” Johnny asked.

“What do you know of France you war-shy gypsy bastard.”

He chuckled, obviously not offended by Tommy’s comment. “Bastard I am. And is this your girl?”

The two men finally turned their attention to you. Tommy made the introductions.

“Johnny Dogs, this is Y/N L/N. Y/N, this is Johnny.”

“Hi,” you greeted with a smile and a surprisingly shy voice. Whoever this was, Tommy obviously trusted. You hadn’t seen him this relaxed before, not even with his own family. The thought made you feel nervous for some reason.

“Lovely to meet ya,” Johnny welcomed enthusiastically, taking off his hat in a chivalrous attempt that made you chuckle.

“You riding alone nowadays, Johnny?” Tommy asked, pulling his friends attention back.

“Aye, for now.”

Tommy blew some smoke. “Tell me, you still close with the Lee family?”

“Oi, I’m friendly. Haven’t ridden with them in a long while.”

Tommy nodded, “Heard they were startin’ to cause real trouble for Billy Kimber and his boys.”

Billy Kimber — you’d heard that name before. Your brain scrambled to pinpoint the reference.

“Think so,” Johnny replied. His brow rose, “Why, you wantin’ to start nabbin’ at his winnings too?”

Winnings — was he a bookkeeper as well? Horse racing?

“No. I want to nab his entire bloody kingdom.”

“Tommy—“

“I have a plan, Johnny. I’m startin’ one, anyway. I won’t involve you until I absolutely have to.”

Johnny took a deep breath, “Life of a Peaky Blinder never grows old, eh?”

“They don’t get the chance to,” Tommy took a final drag before throwing the bud to the ground. “More on this ‘nother time. We’re here for ‘nother reason.”

“Aye, that’s right.” And then Johnny Dogs began speaking in another language, looking to you like he expected you to understand.

You knew quite a few languages — Spanish, French, a little bit of Italian, and you could even stumble your way around some Latin. But this — you had no idea. Your mouth opened, then closed as you looked to Tommy, who was watching you.

“You don’t understand Romani?” Johnny asked, back in English, before turning toward Tommy. “Thought you said she was gypsy?”

He pulled out another cigarette. “I said she was of gypsy blood. She was bred anything but.”

“I see, my apologies, Miss.”

“It’s okay,” you assured, offering Johnny a smile. “Just something new for me to learn, is all.”

Tommy’s cheek flinched.

Johnny went on, “I got confirmation from a cousin of the Delphi. They’re camped outside of Wales. We can make it by dusk if we get a move on.”

Tommy nodded, “Aye, you lead the way.”

You loaded back into the caravan, you and Tommy following Johnny Dogs.

——

“Want to give it a go?”

You both hadn’t said much since starting this next part of the journey. Traveling this way was starting to grow tiresome for you — you really missed modern day cars and their gas tank sizes. At least those seats were cushioned, your butt had fallen asleep hours ago.

Part of the reason you’d been so silent was that you were trying to figure something out.

Ever since you’d heard Tommy say the name Delphi the other night, you couldn’t help but feel as if you’d heard it from somewhere. You were trying to comb through for the millionth time everything your mother had ever said about your gift or her family background. But everything brought you back to the same place.

You really wish you could talk to your mother again. Get some answers — some real answers.

And if you didn’t know the Delphi name through your mother, why was it setting off some kind of bell in your head?

“Y/N?” Tommy nudged your arm to get your attention.

“What?” you asked, being pulled from your thoughts.

“I asked if you wanted to give it a go,” he repeated, holding up the horse’s reigns. “You said you’d never been in a carriage before, which is really hard to believe. Want to try driving for a bit?”

“Okay,” you answered excitedly, your previous thoughts on pause as you excitedly sat up straighter in your seat.

Tommy pulled you closer to the middle of the bench, right up against his side. This time, your brain wasn’t too tired to notice, but you tried to keep it focused on the task at hand.

He handed you the reigns, but kept his arms around yours, his hands wrapping around your own to show you how to hold them. He had you move the straps between your index and middle finger for a sturdier grip and explained how that’d be more ideal if there were more than one horse. He showed you to make the horse turn left and right, what noises and commands to make it go faster and slower.

You tried your damndest to pay attention to his instruction. Not only did you want to impress him, but you genuinely wanted to be good at this new skill. Especially if this trip were to take days to travel, it was only fair you take your turn at driving. Road trip rules still apply, even if the road was dirt and the vehicle was horse and wagon.

But everything about this little lesson was making you grow weaker for this damn asshole. Your arms underneath his, your chin against his shoulder, his hands around yours, and his leg pressed against your leg were all one thing…

But his voice.

It was slowly becoming one of your favorite sounds in the world. You could listen to Tommy Shelby speak absolute nonsense for hours and never grow tired. His deep voice remained soft as he gave his instructions, patient when you needed it and supportive when you accomplished the lesson.

“You’re a natural,” he complimented, a small smile pulling at the corner of his mouth. “Next you’ll be riding Midnight bareback.”

“Next lesson, yeah?” you giggled, biting your lip out of genuine giddiness over the potential.

He peered down at you, his eyes hooded but still brilliantly bright in the late afternoon sun.

God, he was beautiful. He felt otherworldly when you looked at him this closely.

“So, what did you tell Harry, then?” you asked softly, your eyes moving down to his full lips.

His brow creased slightly then, obviously caught off guard by your change in subject. “Umm. That I was takin’ you on a trip out of the city, possibly visiting the fairgrounds.”

“There’s a fairgrounds?” your voice went up, eyes snapping back up to his, genuinely surprised and slightly hopeful of one day actually going to said fairgrounds.

He chuckled, “Aye.”

You considered him, bitting your lip as you dared to ask the follow-up, “So he thinks we’re together?”

Tommy’s grip tightened around your hands, still holding the reigns, “If that’s the conclusion he came to, I suppose.”

“That doesn’t bother you?” you asked, tilting your head slightly as you felt yourself turn your body toward him more. “Local pub owner spreading dating gossip on the town gangster.”

“I prefer to think of myself as a businessman,” Tommy replied with a hint of mirth. He shrugged as he responded to your point, “The town of Birmingham has been tellin’ tales of the Shelby family my entire life.”

He rose his brow, giving you that familiar look again before asking his follow-up.

“Does it bother you?”

Your eyes met his again. “No.”

“Good,” he said, softer than ever as his eyes finally looked down at your own lips.

Your heart was racing as you realized how close you were to him. You’d chicken out the other night, missing your chance to lean in and connect your lips in the way you’d been fantasizing about since that first night by the Cut.

A wave of bravado overtook you, your hand lifting on its own accord toward his cheek before you could think your way out of this. Tommy’s face flashed in a moment of unsureness before he leaned down as you stretched up. You guessed whatever reservation he’d been fighting with himself had been sidelined as well for the moment, as he peered into your eyes one final time as his forehead met yours.

Smiling despite yourself, you closed the gap between you.

The world around you stopped for a moment. You didn’t feel Midnight pulling the wagon forward, the bumpy gravel beneath the wheels — all you felt was the gentle push and pull of Tommy’s lips against your own.

You’d honestly been a bit surprised with the gentleness of his kiss. He kissed you softly, then politely began to pull away before the hand that’d caressed his cheek found its way toward his neck, then through the back of his hair as you pulled his head back and your lips met his again.

Later you would over analyze this moment, think about how the women of today were proper, polite, and shy young ladies who didn’t kiss boys first. Who played hard to get and left the men wanting more.

But in that moment, you were 21st century you. A girl who kissed boys when she wanted and didn’t hold back. You kissed Tommy with all the passion that’d you’d been feeling the past few days, feeling him respond in kind when his mouth began to move in sync with yours. A mix between a groan and a growl left his throat as your mouth opened for him, a sound that made you whimper at the thought of getting him to repeat it. Your nails began to scratch lightly at his scalp as his hands finally began moving to wrap around your waist and pull you closer to him —

Midnight neighed loudly, the sudden movement of his reigns and distraction of his riders causing him to ride too close to Johnny Dog’s caravan.

His second cry caused him to lift his front two hooves in the air and stumble around frantically.

Tommy jumped from the seat of the wagon and grabbed Midnight’s reigns, pulling his face down to his as he began to whisper to the horse, calming him down. He pet the side of his face, apologizing and comforting him enough for the horse to stop.

Johnny paused his own horse and wagon, jumping out as well and running back toward you two.

“Everythin’ alright? Horse get spooked, did he?”

“Aye,” Tommy replied, sending you a quick look and smirked. “He’s calmed now. Ready to continue on.”

“Good,” Johnny nodded. “‘Cause we’re almost there! Get ready, Miss! These gypsies are not to be trifled with and don’t take kind to strangers. Best to be on your guard. If rumors are to be believed, they’ll know why you’ve come before you tell ‘em.”

You chuckled, taking a deep breath to slow your heart beat. “That’s what I’m counting on.”

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After a freezing, wet trek along the Clontarf seafront I turn into Michelle’s estate. All the houses have warm, yellow light spilling out the windows onto the grey, rain beaten pavement, inviting, yet it only reminds me of how grim this damn country is in the winter. It's been eight years since we moved here now and yet I still don't understand how people are supposed to cope with the winter. I suppose they don’t. I suppose we just accept that we will be a little bit sad for a while.

They always leave the door off the latch for me on Tuesdays, they know I’m coming, and I let myself into the warmth of their home. It always smells good here, tonight like seafood and lemongrass, and whatever is cooking sizzles enticingly on the pan. I won’t ask for food, I never dare to, but if they offer I have yet to refuse them.

Rahim Tengu peers into the hallway as I shut the door. He is cooking in a suit. He’s always wearing one, even when doing things like mowing the lawn in the heat of summer.

“Jude,” he says, “Wet outside, eh?”

“Yeah,” I take my shoes off and leave them by the door, “Whatever you’re making smells good, like always.”

“Nasi Lemak,” He says, “I’ll leave a plate for you when you're finished”

“Oh, thank you.”

He hesitates, “So how are your studies?”

“Yeah, good. Trying to get back into the swing of it since the new year. Fifth year is tough, you know?”

“Yes,” Another pause. Rahim is the most awkward of all the dads, he never knows what to say to me, but I let him think on it for another moment, brows knitted, spoon halfway to the pan, before I decide to put him out of his misery.

“Jen upstairs?”

“Yes, yes, in her room.”

“Cool, see you in a while then.”

She’s sprawled out of the duvet with her earphones in, laying still like a corpse with her hands clasped on her stomach and white socks stacked on the pillows.

“Oh, you’re here,” she drawls. She doesn't even have to open her eyes to know it.

“You sound thrilled.”

“Ugh,” She flips to her stomach, pulls at her iPod cable and tosses the whole thing towards the head of the bed, “Come on, then, make me feel like a dumb bitch.”

“I bet you say that to all the boys,” I dig my maths notes out of my school bag and join her on the bed, “You been practising your trig?”

“That the one with the protractors?”

“I’ll take that as a no.”

She lays still for a long moment, just staring into the middle distance before gathering the energy to learn. She falls onto her back and pulls the book I have opened toward her. “‘In the diagram, [AB] and [DC] are two parallel roads, where [AB] = 800m and [DC] = 500m. By measurement, it is determined that [<ABC] = 75° and that [BC] = 600m. Find [AC] to the nearest metre,’” She looks at me, eyes filled with hopeless despair, “How am I meant to know?”

“Well, do you remember what we went over before Christmas? The cosine rule?”

“Before Christmas? You might as well be talking a decade ago. I don’t remember anything that happened before last week. My brain is mush.”

I pull out my ruler, “Well, look, let’s start by drawing it out so we can visualise it, like this, then, we know that A² = B² + C² - 2BCcosA…”

“Do we know that? Are we sure?”

“Jenny, yes. C’mon, we’ve done this.”

“I don’t think you understand how much I hate maths.”

“It’s not that bad, look, based on the cosine rule and the information we know already, we can write out the formula, right? x=(600)² + (800)² - 2(600)(800)cos 75°, so all you have to do is work that out.”

“Oh, is that all.”

“Yeah, so c’mere, hand me your calculator, it’s-” A shriek from the next room almost rattles my skeleton free from my flesh.

“Why are you always like this?” It's Michelle. “I’m old enough! Just let me go!”

I glance awkwardly at Jen who is ignoring it, diligently punching the formula into her calculator and kicking her feet in the air.

“When you demonstrate responsibility,” her mother screams back, “I will give you freedom, but until then…”

“Don’t look so shocked,” Jen says when she catches sight of my stricken expression, “You and Collette are like this.”

“Not really. We don’t scream at each other.”

“This is just the volume they speak at here. It’s not as dramatic as it sounds. They're kind of just... having a conversation.”

“Okay but you’re being such a bitch about it.” Michelle bites out, and I wince.

“I don’t talk to my mom like that.”

Jen shrugs, “It’s not that serious, really, they don’t mean it. They'll be all lovey-dovey-happy-families again tomorrow. You get used to it.” she scribbles something onto her copy book and pushes it toward me “X equals 751533?”

I frown, “I don’t know, let me check.”

“Well you’re a nightmare of a daughter sometimes, do you hear me? I don’t want to be like this, I don’t want to be up here shouting at you, but you drive me to distraction with all of this carry on!”

“Um,” my fingers hesitate on the buttons of the calculator, “So… it was… (600)² which is…”

Something clatters to the floor and they start shouting even louder. The corners of Jen’s mouth curl up, “Let’s take a break, yeah? We can drown it out with some music.”

“Good idea.”

She scrambles to fetch her iPod again and hands me one earbud. We lie back on the pillows while she puts on some whiny emo track about a guy who is either dying or wishing he was dead.

“Are you traumatised by Michelle and her mam because it reminds you of your parents?” She leans over me and sweeps my hair from my forehead. I laugh, “You trying to therapize me?”

“You said they fought when you were small.”

“Yeah but I only heard it a handful of times, I wouldn’t say I am traumatised.”

“Still, I think there’s something lodged in your psyche about it, it’s why you hate conflict.”

“Nobody likes conflict.”

“Yeah but most people don’t avoid it like you,” She pokes my arm because I've looked away, “Hey, would you say that you’d rather run away from your problems than face them?”

“Did you steal that question from your counsellor?”

She pretends to be shocked, “Um, no! Excuse me.”

“You’re excused. Hey, would you like it if my voice sounded like this guy’s?” I tilt the iPod screen to her and point to the album cover guy who has blood pouring down his face.

“First of all, that’s not the guy singing, that’s a cartoon. Secondly, I don’t know what you even mean.”

I lean into her ear and put on the whiniest voice I can in imitation of him “Hhhhwhat’s the worst that I can say… hhhthings are better if I stay…”

She snorts and shoves me off her, “Go away, you freak.”

“hhhAND IF WE CARRY ON THIS HHHWWWHAYAH…”

Jen’s bedroom door opens and I jump. Michelle stands there frowning. I hadn’t even realised in the midst of my caterwauling and our hysterical giggles that the shouting had stopped.

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#lucky boy 2009 #hello Michelle #prizes for guessing who Jude is making fun of #the emo content is good for my soul tbh #tw: fighting

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prettyboypistol · 1 year

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Can you do the tf2 mercs walking on their crush (m!reader) masturbating

includes scout, medic, spy, sniper, engi, demoman, heavy, soldier

minors dni

Scout

Oh. God.

fuckfuckfuckfuckfuck

Immediately slams the door with a loud "SORRY"

thinks he has a heart attack, but honestly? he was okay to die happy then and there.

Scout's always been a bit of a voyeur anyway, and just accidentally bursting in to see his totally-not man crush jerking it? Jeremy nearly jumped into bed too.

the image will randomly appear in his mind over the next few weeks, causing his face to burn bright red for a moment.

He can't look you in the eye for about a week, let alone talk to you.

the memory totally locks into his jerk it material for the next week.

Medic

honestly? mans would probably just continue on about what he was doing. crush or not, medic is a busybody.

"Oh no no, I don't mind, anyway I've been looking for my forceps and I was here last-"

Internally screaming fr

totally gossips to Archimedes

Ludwig makes sly comments after catching you about how your stress levels seem lower.

may or may not brush up on your thighs a little more during medical procedures

Asks to inspect your dick fr

Sniper

"Whoops, sorry mate, didn't know." Externally as he shuts the door

AAAAAAAAAA FUCK FUCK FUCK internally

Warns other people not to bother you, and if someone's insistent, he shuts them down with an evil look in his eye. "I said he's busy."

He thinks the little yelp you let out was too fucking cute.

Whenever he thinks about it, he hides his face in his hat

He feels like such a gross pervert because he's aroused by seeing you, especially since it was an accident.

doesn't talk to you ever again but you have a much taller and deadlier shadow that follows you. Not that you mind or anything, but a "hi" would be nice.

Demoman

"Nice cock, mind if we compare?"

Very easygoing, might even slip in a coy "aww, without me?" to ease the tension.

He still asks the question he had tho, not really bothered by the situation

"Eh, we all jerk off. It's not a big deal"

Still shuts the door after you throw a pillow at him as he laughs

as soon as the door shuts, his brain finally comes back online.

Oh.

OH SHIT.

Tavish teases you constantly after, maybe using the accident to drop a few sly flirty lines your way.

Heavy

makes fun of your dick size on reflex. sorry i dont make the rules.

"I'll show you a man's cock!" energy, but still respects your dignity and leaves you to yourself.

assures you that it's all natural, and that every man gets horny.

Yes, even him. Especially after he saw what you looked like.

The way your face turned red and you yanked the blankets up, god, he was an awful person.

loudly clears his throat before he leaves, but the blush is still able to be seen.

you can see the tent in his pants, poor man couldn't hide it if he tried.

Engi

he didn't mean to, really! He just wanted to see if you were still interested in weapon upgrades!

He just... froze. You couldn't tell exactly where he was staring, but he was definitely staring at you. You shout at him to leave when his brain finally starts working again

"oh my god I'm so sorry I'll leave-" SLAM

absolutely tries to block out the memory and shames himself for being a peeping tom and refuses to touch himself to the thought.

You get a lot of gifts at your room for your weapon

Soldier

Jane accidentally lets EVERYONE know about what you're doing.

"GOOD GOD PRIVATE, PUT YOUR DICK AWAY"

You tell him to shut up, he gets onto you about back talking a member of the army.

He realizes what you're doing immediately, but powers through the feeling of discomfort for the sake of "not having favorites"

you are absolutely his favorite though

Whenever Soldier decides to mess around, on those blue moon events, he thinks of you and your chest/torso. good god, you are hot.

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How serious are we allowed to take this ship?

Hello! Anais here!

This post is going to be pure word vomit, inconsistent thought chains, and a giant rollercoaster of emotions.

Before I make many of my points, I will add a caveat or disclaimer that seems redundant but is actually completely necessary for readers to get the whole picture. (See, I’m doing it now.)

It’s very difficult for me to complete a thought without setting it up with another.

Anyways…

You ever heard the question “What’s that one fanfiction that altered your brain chemistry?”

For me, there’s no particular fic, but there is a specific fandom/ship that has rewired my neurons as a whole. And that fandom is none other than Dramione.

(Note: this post will not be a critique of the fandom or any of its works in any way. This post is about me and how I’m slowly descending into madness in the most fragile of ways. [Did you catch that? Eh? Ehh? winks] And it’s about time I spoke my truth.)

I was introduced to fanfiction at the tender age of 13, in the height of the Harry Potter and Twilight movies. And I was a Twilight girl through and through. (Team Jacob till I die!)

I only read fanfiction for one purpose and one purpose only, to read about Jacob being with characters other than Bella or her daughter Raincoat. If it weren’t for those early days on Wattpad, I would’ve never discovered that I had a kink for pain, and that I would always choose warm brown skin over a pale cold alternative.

Then some things happened in my life, I got older, stared dating and hanging out and I simply forgot about it.

Then, the trailer for Harry Potter and The Deathly Hallows dropped. And in order to prepare, I consumed all seven books of the series in a week. (Oh to still have the young and focused mind that could consume a book in mere hours.)

To say I loved it was an understatement, so much so that I refused to read any Harry Potter fanfiction I saw pop up on my Wattpad screen. (The old Wattpad that had a brown banner, and a similar font to Times New Roman, and that allowed people to upload entire real life books so long as they purposely added grammar mistakes to not get caught for plagiarism, not saying that’s right but Lordt, what a time.)

Most of the fics I saw weren’t even about specific ships, they were just about life after the epilogue, with many writers opting to create entirely new characters, usually being children of the originals. Regardless, I ignored them all. Harry Potter was perfect, it didn’t need expanding or alternate universes.

Fast forward some more, more life happened, and I sort of stopped reading books and fanfiction all together.

I’m 27 now.

I found Dramione only last year, through TikTok like many others. And my first fic, like many others, was Manacled.

It was life changing, riveting, mind altering, and absolutely heartbreaking.

I needed more.

So I read and read and read. Joined the Reddit, joined a discord (I love you DADA!) and even started trying to write my own fics.

Then, all of a sudden my hyper fixation began to wear off, and I started to get bored with the whole thing altogether.

I was kind of disappointed, as it was very difficult for me to start and keep hobbies and even more difficult to make friends. It was nice having something to relate to other people with, even something as specific as liking an HP ship. As someone as socially awkward and shy as I am, I was worried I wouldn’t find another focal point to relate to other people with, and I would go back to wallowing in my own bloody slutty and pathetic despair. (Did you at least catch that one?)

Then I found a new WIP that made me feel like a brand new fan all over again.

Our lovely Gryffindor and sulky Slytherin had sunk their claws back into me, bone deep this time, (Did you fucking catch that one?!) and I was right back where I started.

So of course, in between replaying smut scenes in my head over and over and over and over again while simultaneously wallowing in my self inflicted isolation, (COME ON PEOPLE IM THROWING EM AT YOU!) I started to ponder: Why in the fuck do I like this ship so much??

The romantic relationship between Hermione and Draco is based off a trope as old as the London bridge. Our wonderful beautiful cliché: enemies to lovers.

We love the idea of someone seeing you when you’re not at all trying to impress them, be friendly or mindful or considerate or empathetic or even cordial, and still falling in love with you anyways.

Just the raw authenticity behind such a love is so entrancing, that we’ll read the same story over and over again in different fonts.

At first, I resisted my curiosity regarding Dramione, as I thought Hermione was the walking embodiment of girls get it done, and Draco was nothing but sniveling spoiled bigoted coward and bully. (Not to mention I never noticed how hot Tom Felton actually was in the later movies. Why didn’t anyone tell meeee???)

His feud with Harry added to my dislike of him, but that could somewhat be dismissed as boys being boys. It was intolerance and ignorance towards Hermione that made me hate him. As well as his quick use of threats in his fathers name any time someone so much as disagreed with him. Needless to say, Draco Malfoy was a punk bitch. Through and through. Not my words, take it up with JKR.

So why on Earth would I ever enjoy reading about him, of all people, falling in love with and being chosen by the Hermione Granger, one of the greatest representations of nerdy awkward beautiful bad ass girls to ever exist, after he regarded her so horribly? And over Ron at that?

It was a hard adjustment.

Because to me, their story wasn’t simply enemies to lovers. To me it was a story of a member of an oppressive group, experiencing the mortifying ordeal of being in love with a member of the oppressed. (If you didn’t catch this one just log off.)

"Anais, it’s not that deep."

I know. I know. But this thought process can’t be helped.

To put it simply, Dramione reminded me of that one movie with the black girl falling in love with the Nazi soldier. Or another better written version of the book about the Latina girl who fell in love with the klan leader's son. Or even on a less extreme note, about the Asian girl falling in love with the racist boy who actually turned out to be not so racist, seeing he only used the slurs because it’s what his dad taught him and peer pressure made him and he was going through such a hard time back then but he knows better now, and honestly they were only kids, and you can’t help the environment you were raised in and-

Ok, so I made that last one up, but you get the point.

Manacled being my first fic didn’t really help diminish this connection my mind was making while trying to enjoy this fandom. And that wasn't the only fic that influenced the analysis, because the main premise to many other fics was acknowledging ones ability to grow and change for the better. And the only way to do that, was to acknowledge the ugly shit of their past.

And no other example made such a direct reference to Draco's past and sometimes present ideologies (depending on the fic you read) as the use of the word mudblood.

Ah, mudblood.

Such a dirty, disgusting, abhorrent and absolute slimy fucking use of the English language.

So obvious in its implication, no different than Shacklebolt or Cho Chang (you really popped off with those didn’t you JK?) that the lack of subtlety almost made the slur hit harder.

Mudblood. It was simple in it's meaning. Dirty. Inferior. And worthless.

Reading about Draco calling Hermione the ugly name for the first time in CoS made me cringe, but experiencing similar real life altercations made me loathe it’s existence entirely.

"Anais, it’s really not a that deep."

I know! Just, hold on.

It was such a fucked up word, I hated it.

So imagine my surprise when I read and heard the word being used so freely and casually in fics, cosplay TikToks, edits and other forms of fandom media.

And no matter how much I reminded myself that the word wasn’t real, these characters weren’t real, and that the word had no real history because the world it came from didn’t even exist, I could not for the life of me, stop hearing another word as an afterthought every time I read it and heard it.

Can you guess which word that is?

Here’s an example of what my mind does whenever the word is used:

“If you're wondering what the smell is, Mother, a mudblood (n*****) just walked in.”

“Haven’t I told you? Killing mudbloods (n******, he means n******) doesn’t matter to me anymore.”

“I don’t need help from filthy little mudbloods (n******) like her!”

Do you understand what I go through?!

Needless to say I prefer fics where the word isn’t used at all.

Oh to be able to enjoy harmless free fiction without constantly comparing the plight of the imaginary world’s minorities to the very real systemic racism experienced by black and poc people every where. sigh

Yeah, I’m that girl at the party (not really, mostly I’m quiet. Because if I talk, I'll be that girl at the party.)

It can’t be helped.

So here’s me, experiencing this fandom for the first time, enjoying enemies to lovers that’s really not enemies to lovers but more like racist learns that racism is bad through falling in love with the very kind of person he was raised to be racist towards and what better way to unlearn bigoted indoctrination than through spending time with said person who just so happens to be extraordinary and not like the others from said group (because if Muggleborns aren't extraordinary are they really worth loving?) and also insanely beautiful and also clever and extremely desirable and the unlearning had nothing to do with that attraction right? He became better purely from his own desire to evolve....right??????

(Obviously my interpretation of the ship is extremely biased and a gross generalization. There is no right way to do Dramione. Of course Draco had the capacity to better himself without Hermione. That much is canon. And even though the wizarding world has extreme prejudices within it's society, it was probably nothing compared to how any of them would be treated if the statute of secrecy was broken. There’s levels. Don’t worry. I get it. There's layers.)

But do you see the implications as it pertains to these two as individuals? Especially regarding their backgrounds?

After my adjustment period, I realized that these implications meant that Draco’s growth was actually extremely complicated. It wasn't just enemies to lovers, it was a complex narrative that called attention to how difficult unlearning toxic and harmful ideologies could be. And while I have no idea if writers and creators ever intended to highlight the parallels between his and Hermione's story and that of very real people who fell in love even when it was dangerous and against all odds, they were impossible not to notice. Thus making his character, one of the realest and most realistic characters of the entire fandom.

And that is precisely why I fell in love.

(No but seriously, reading about Draco from a such an intimate standpoint from either his or Hermione’s POV had me rethinking my entire dating history, taste in men, and marriage goals. And I’m not just talking about the smut!)

Listen you know you’ve got a problem when you sit and consume fanfiction for two days straight with barely any breaks for food or sleep.

I consumed several fics in a short span of a couple of weeks, most of them being smutty one shots. I came to develop, as we all have, a specific preference for certain characterizations. I commented, liked and shared. And I even attempted to write my own (to be announced) Dramione stories.

I discovered new kinks, was inspired by my oh so talented friends and other writers, and I even considered (still am) dying my hair brown.

(What? Obsessed. Psh. No. Of course not.)

Now, I’ve entered a phase of careful curation. After having deleted all of my Ao3 tabs by mistake, (fuck the iphone) I’ve been finding fics through very specific filtering rather than recommendations. And when I have the time, reading for hours and hours on end. As well as joining the occasional writing sprint.

Eventually I’d like to start creating fan art and posting full fledged Dramione stories. This fandom is one of the most beautiful, sexy and entertaining fandoms I’ve ever come across. And when I'm not thinking and about the political and economic state of the wizarding world and how deeply that plays into our favorite ship, I'm actually just fangirling.

Anyways, that’s all for now folks!

Anais: out!

#dramione #fanfiction #ao3 #its not that deep #but it is though #draco malfoy #hermione granger #hermione x draco #black girl thoughts

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craetor · 1 month

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Original character doodles!

I've had these ideas for a while but only now started drawing them after brooding the ideas a little more.

This story is called Evergarden (yeah, because Violet Evergarden is the best lesbian main character ever, even better hence all my characters are women/feminine/female, and also because-). It centers around a world that's inside the dream of a Lovecraftian god who has started to refuse to let things die, no matter how mangled or old they are.

Most of the characters I've created are the powerful weirdos who set out to kill this god in her dream to wake her, ready to give up the world they live in (by, yk, making this god stop dreaming) to finally allow the ones who are suffering to die.

Big, mossy goddess over here is Eureka The Bored. Her entourage even has a cute jester made from light and darkness itsef to keep her company as she wallows in her melancholy

Since this is a world where science and magic copulate, they will also through the protagonists. Say cheers to Hermes & Helena

O Negative is one of the three first god slayers who came up (technically four, counting Helena's mentor, but eh). After losing their team (they just split) to a grand but failed attempt at killing the god (the thing they'd been working hard towards for years, now realizing if they can't do it at their strongest, all would be fruitless), they're not seen again until they hear a team of crazy strong new youths have assembled to try again in earnest, resurfacing completely unannounced to lend their strength. They end up indeed offing one of the two guards of the god and drink her blood (it's a power up, obviously.)

It gets them a little high, which is the drawing on the top left.

Their attacks are long range. A vessel must be pierced by the needle attached to their nape. From there on their blood will be under O Negative's control.

Ester is one of three vessels for the universe bending experimental powers of a corporation called Martyr. They're like a sciene mafia who is looking to destroy the god's world from the inside out.

Ester's power is obviously summoning the symbolic representation of stars. Except, when xe does, actual lights from the night sky fall to be used by xir. The stars work kind of like shuriken, except xe can fluctuate their size. Xe uses this power quite recklessly, too, which is not an immediate problem to Martyr, but a phenomenon many around the world continue to observe and find displeasure in, making the organization (amongst other reasons) wildly controversial.

Rica is a capable spy, hired by a mafia to shadow Martyr and its projects. She is however caught and subsequently tortured (yet remains stubborn).

Having caused trouble again, Ester is caught up in not having met xir duties again and volunteers to do some company dirty work to appease the superiors. Of course when xe catches wind of a lady who needs to be tickled for information, it's all Ester's.

Xe're so intrigued by the free, vastly different life that Rica lives, that Ester soon dips the organization to pursue Rica (who is quite annoyed about being objectified for her lifestyle, yet can't deny how nice it is to have people clinging to her. When she finds out Ester is anatomically female during a bath in the river, though, it's all over for her barriers).

Project Inside Out

As mentioned, Martyr's goal is to destroy the world artificially. But this theory has been controversial within their world since nobody knows how the dreams of a god would work and if the world would truly end if the planet was swallowed by a black hole, along with the stars in the sky or the god's dream wasn't her own anymore.

Here's a seperate ref just of Echo just bc I wanted to draw him

They locked him up because of the radiation emanating from his brain coupled with his whimsical nature. The hallucinations they cause are dependent on its mood and vary in intensity. He can also tie a person to his power directly by a consentrated beam or touch, which'll last for an hour with long-term after effects.

Team Schrulle

They've got the vibes of a team of scientists who solely got together for the cause. After failing in the god's lair after half a decade of training they were just like "Oh well, that won't work" and went their separate paths.

Except Yumeko and Rho did go on to have Hermes (the former being a hermaphrodite), but she ended up on the steps of that convent, so yeah. They split.

Needless to say: the OST for this whole thing would be Antasma's battle theme from Mario & Luigi Dream Team Bros

#my art #original characters #digital art #lesbian oc #intersex oc #nonbinary oc #character themed playlist #sapphic art #genderqueer #trippy art #lovecraftian god

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fanaticallyfleeky · 9 months

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i’m just gonna leave this snippet here of this fic i’m writing because i’m a delusional girl and i refuse to let go of these two no matter what s6 finale

So that’s how he finds himself in the Diaz living room, furniture pushed aside and Eddie’s hand on his waist. And honestly, maybe Buck should have thought about this a little bit harder before begging Eddie to help him. Because being in this close vicinity of his best friend is definitely not helping his brain to function at all.

“Can you show me one more time?”

“Jeez, Buck, I explained this step to you three times already. How do you still not get it?”

“Well maybe you’re just a bad teacher,” he grins at the offended look on Eddie's face.

“Excuse me, I can’t help it that you have two left feet,” Eddie scolds but the slight smile on his face betrays him.

“Hey, I would like to point out that you offered to help me yourself,” Buck shoves him lightly.

“Yeah, well I started to regret that decision four bruised toes ago.”

Eddie grabs his hand again and Buck’s other hand hangs awkwardly in the air.

“Eh, where did I—“

“You’re leading so your other hand goes on my waist,” Eddie interrupts him.

And honestly, it shouldn’t feel this scandalous to put his hand on Eddie’s waist. It’s not like they’ve never been in weirder positions with their line of work. But Buck’s face still heats up.

“Right, yeah, hand on the waist,” he clears his throat, “wait and why again are you not leading?”

Eddie looks bemused, “because you’ll have to lead Maddie. The man takes the lead, the woman is led.”

“Well that seems kinda sexist,” Buck mutters and Eddie snorts.

“Come on, let’s try again, you can fight the patriarchy another time. Left foot first, then— left foot, Buck–”

“Wait, my left or your left?”

“Your left!" Eddie laughs and drops his forehead on Buck’s shoulder, “Why would it be my left?”

#im just gonna leave this here #i know it sounds really cute and all but it gets angsty #i promise #it gets worse before it gets better #911 abc #evan buckley #eddie diaz #buddie #911 fic #buddie fic #evan buck buckley x eddie diaz #fanaticallyfleeky writes #dancing with my eyes closed

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l0rd-0f-c0ws · 10 months

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I traced the strings back to YOU, the missfire creator, and now I have two things to say.

1) THIS SHIP IS SO WONDERFUL EUGHHGFDHGFGFG OH MYGOD 3RD EYE OPENED. Thank you so much for throwing this rarepair in my radar.

2) Do you have any missfire/cesium headcanons?? I'd LOVE to hear some :3c

I FINALLY HAVE GOTTEN MY BRAIN TO WORK ENOUGH TO ANSWER THIS HI HI HI HELLO :) I am in fact no the creator tho that would be @soupsy-daisy who wrote This fic!! I just got VERY autistic about the pairing and was the first person to suggest a name for them (I am the cesium person idr who came up with missfire rn but its also v cute :) )

as for headcanons here are some !!! (Under the cut for those who don't want to see my rambles :) )

Miss Pauling has (somewhat) learned all the languages the Mercs know! this was a job requirement as she had to make sure they weren't keeping secrets, but she does enjoy it. Pyro CAN speak they just don't like taking off their mask nor do they like shouting for people to be able to hear them (legit i have a friend who tried playing dnd in one of those and half the time he had to yell so i could hear him right next to me), so they use sign and writing stuff down to communicate a lot. She was the first person to be able to understand pyro using ASL and she was the one to encourage the team to learn.

Pyro has cronic pain (mecore) and often has flare ups after battles pretty often, and it makes it hard for them to move and shit because Their Legs are being Taken by the Demons. They tend to just try and power through despite feeling like their muscles are attacking them and refuse to tell medic because they feel like they'll just be dismissed as dramatic. While the other mercs have noticed something is up with Pyro when they get back to base most days, no one pushes them to hard on it since theyre always quick to deny any oddities in their behavior, but Ms. P knows because well... its her job to know. She did get them to go to medic and get pain meds to help, as well as laying down with them when its gets to be too much. she also got them a cane not long after to help them out as well as some cute stickers and stuff to decorate it with :)

Pauling hates loud noises if she doesn't feel she has any control over them (Mecore again). like a gunshot? eh half the time shes the one firing the gun, and if she isn't then soon she will be. But things like people suddenly shouting when she didn't expect it, thunder and fireworks, stuff like that will just really mess her up. Pyro is pretty neutral on loud noises like that (tho they LOVE thunder and storms in general) so typically they'll go find her and just sit down and enjoy the silence together away from that

its actually pyros love of storms that helps her enjoy them herself. I have to draw out my idea for this since its a very spesific gay little moment but she basically over their time together begins to associate rain with them and without realizing it starts to get just as excited about rain too :)

I can post some more hcs later but a lot of the ones I had to stop myself from posting are gonna be kinda mentioned in some fics im working on rn >:) Gonna finish chapter 2 of safe with me tonight hopefully so stay tuned for that!!

#tf2 #team fortress 2 #miss pauling #ms pauling #pyro #pyro tf2 #cesium #missfire #pyropauling #i love them dearly :)#my posts

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majorbaby · 6 months

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kinktober retrospective

it's harder to write to kinks than i thought??? or rather, there aren't that many kinks that i'm that interested in writing?? how shameful. in future years i will endeavour to be less vanilla.

was getting into fights with myself constantly about what qualifies as "kink" which lead to my reading john money's "lovemaps" and a few other clinical pieces on the subject.

it was a good way to knock out ideas i'd had that had been languishing as WIPs forever, or worse, just in my brain. lbr i was never going to write the multichapter BJ/Peg bondage fic, it's out now as a 3K word ficlet, the way it had to be if it was ever going to be written

on that note - short stories are so fun and some stories are better suited to a smaller wordcount. underutilized formats include: the two-parter and the single/double/triple drabble that used to be popular. i like marathon smut as much as the next person but realistically, shorter formats are very practical for porn? do we not all appreciate a quickie on days when we just don't have the time? gonna start calling these short, smutty ficlets: quicklets

i'm bad at writing to prompts!!! brain refuses to stay on topic. buildup makes smut better in my opinion but I always end up with 2K words of buildup and 1K words of smut and i would love if that ratio is reversed. next time i think i will put in place some kind of visual reminder like *BUILDUP ENDS HERE* so that I remember where...

oh man. part way through i started becoming very curious about ~the science of pornography~ glorious beast, i want to understand you. but the word "pornography" is so politicized, you can barely study it as a field. typed the word "pornography" into goodreads and the first 10 pages are mostly anti-porn or anti-sex-work puritan propaganda. if you actually want to learn about pornography (not simply how to defeat it in combat) you cannot even refer to it by name. you instead have to use words like "erotica" or "erotic literature" which - i don't have anything against the words themselves and technically what i'm doing is "erotica" but i am so allergic to the hierarchy of designated "high art" vs "low art" and i have no interest in joining the ranks of "high art", but it's easy to get into ones head about self-indulgent fanfiction and start quietly thinking of it as "erotica"

something to be said about "fun" as a motivator. i read a quote once from neil gaiman where he said "i don't enjoy writing but i enjoy having written" and i think there is definitely some truth to that but also i have totally experienced vibrant joy while writing and at some point i'd like to examine how i come to that exactly... although "examining" the thing seems counterintuitive to replicating. perhaps it just is. the pieces i enjoyed writing the most were hawktrapollie spitroasting (i also had huge amounts of fun writing the 12K smutfic i did for them back in january of this year so maybe it's just that i enjoy that ship a lot) and the ginger/trapper pegging piece. interestingly, though they are my #1 OTP, I can't say I've ever come anywhere close to having the same amount of fun writing trapper/hawkeye, although I rarely find them to be a slog...

the piece that caused me the greatest difficulty was BJ/Peg. probably because it (TMI, perhaps!) does not turn me on at all. I was just interested in getting a point across, and I'm glad I did. but the whole time I was like "eh" about it. I think these kinds of writing exercises are important, but I wonder if I should have strived to find some kind of angle of enjoyment. actually, here's where mr. gaiman's point really applies... I'm glad I wrote it, but I did not enjoy writing it.

#on writing #kinktober tag

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aftermath-askblog · 8 months

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("Hmmm, I should work on my askblog" proceeds to draw AUs of my AU

information under the cut)

From left to right

-Champion City PAMA. Not much info on this idea, it's really just a little thing that nibbled my brain once and I wanted to doodle it as a funny little outfit test. I suppose it's what happens when you redeem PAMA, but don't really care for or help them. I suppose it'd be more logical for them to move to Redstonia (I may draw that later LOL), but could you imagine the PAMA Radar rivalry??? They're sort of like a replacement Radar to Stella, and end up just becoming weirdly toxic kinda like her. Maybe they move there to spite Jesse in this hypothetical LOL. If Stella is redeemed PAMA could still go >:( to Jesse depending on how they treat them. Idk, didn't think it out too much.

-This is basically just, what if Aftermath was a happy fluffy fic where nothing bad ever happens. I like to think if Jesse were to tell PAMA that life is really meaningless and you have to find meaning, they'd swallow that pill a lot earlier/quicker and eventually, with the help of Jesse and later Radar, find meaning in the small/happy things in life. I like to think they and Nell would get along and the two of them, along with Radar, would have a really cute friendship. PAMA, as a result, wouldn't push themselves to be useful, and find fulfillment in other things. Basically, they live happily ever after, and everything is nice and chill :) I also went a lil nuts with this design, taking inspiration off the clothing in Crown Mesa and Nell's clothing, but more blue twinged. Maybe I'll doodle the full design someday??

-Oh boy. Champion PAMA. This is a doozy so fasten your seatbelts y'all. Basically, if you dawdle too long on taking the clock in episode 2, PAMA will get impatient and do it themself. Which leads to two incredibly interesting things 1-Romeo being absolutely confused but also just shrugging and saying "What? Hey, I can work with this. You took initiative! That's a good trait for a Champion!" and 2-Petra and Jack being in prison together, which is not something I'm 100% sure how to work with but hey. I like to think Jack is worried for PAMA's safety while Petra is worried PAMA will revert to their old ways. Romeo could hypothetically reprogram them, but that'd be boring! Better to train them the old fashioned way, eh? Cue a freakout when PAMA is brought to fight Jesse. Radar is incredibly distressed, Petra feels like her worst fears have been realized, and Jack is just... shocked. PAMA hesitates at attacking at first, like usual, but starts before Romeo can do anything. If Jesse refuses to fight PAMA, they act shocked, and unsure, while if Jesse attacks PAMA, they take it with barely any reaction, just slouched sadness. They do do the whole "Pretending to attack Jesse to get to Romeo" thing and mention how good the odds are (as a callback to their bossfight.) to which Jesse will respond "I like those odds" the fight goes as normal afterwards. Later, Radar and PAMA reconvene and Radar is so excited to see PAMA. PAMA is unsure what to make of the whole "Prison Radar" thing but compliments his attempt to be fierce. PAMA does ask for a catch up on the whole thing and mentions how they thought everyone had essentially abandoned them while they were stuck in Terminal Space, and that they were just... doomed to make another mistake as horrible as the incident in Crown Mesa. Petra is a little unsure how to feel, Jack feels upset for PAMA, and Radar is so god forsakenly distraught that he could win an olympic medal in it. Jesse can either reassure them or not at this point. PAMA is unsure how to feel about Xara. She's interesting to them, sure, lots of layers and stuff, but they also don't know whether to trust her, be scared of her, or be scared for her. It nearly puts them into Paradox Status a few times LOL. PAMA's (metaphorical) stomach drops when Radar makes eye contact with the Enderman. They try not to fret about it, but they keep thinking about it. PAMA finds themself sort of relating to Xara in some sense, while also finding her fascinating (all those stories!) but also nerve-wracking because she's. Well. Yeah. PAMA loves Fred's Keep! They're nervous at the amount of water, but afterwards they basically are incredibly excited. PAMA wants to do the trivia contest, but unfortunately Jesse is still the main character. Binta does promise to run one that PAMA can participate in once she makes it to the surface. The most likely thing is PAMA stays in Fred's Keep for a bit, listening to all of Jack's stories if he's there. Maybe they come to Romeoburg with you if Jack doesn't come to Fred's Keep? PAMA sees Ninja Ivor and is basically just going "...Why do I recognize this guy?" The whole time. Ivor also does a double take, trying to figure out if he's being tricked or if the real PAMA is down there. Afterwards they have a lil reunion :) Bringing PAMA to Romeoburg is kinda funny because if Jesse mentions the "giant computer" PAMA will comment about it being a stalemate, to which Jesse will rebut that they had PAMA's heart in their hands, leaving PAMA in frustrated silence. PAMA enters the challenge with the group just to panic at the first sight of water and run out. Afterwards, if you brought Lluna, they'd appear on her back, leaving everyone to go "What." PAMA is not at the cabin scene, they just end up hanging out with Radar and looking around. Afterwards, when Xara mentions being "Inefficient" near the end, PAMA sits still in shock for a moment. PAMA freaks out when Radar mentions wanting to sacrifice himself to the Enderman, and if you let Radar stay PAMA basically has to be dragged into the portal.

Afterwards maybe they stay with Axel and Olivia in the shop after you come to the surface? Maybe help with the Fireworks Union and then leave with Binta/Radar? They kinda get phased out of the plot at that point. As you can see in the drawing, PAMA is constantly tired and all that. Also I noticed Champion Armor is basically just. Someone's clothes but converted into armor, so it sort of keeps their patterns. Funky detail, so I took that and made PAMA's patterns spikier, including those on their bandana.

-Finally, Guest PAMA! Underneath stuff happens mostly the same, it really just differs in episode 3. PAMA is basically just leverage for Radar, to keep him in check, and they probably end up getting a cracked screen or something similar. Maybe it'd be determinant on whether you encourage Radar to rebel? PAMA is constantly telling Radar not to worry, that the damage is merely cosmetic and that he shouldn't let people take advantage of him, but it still doesn't stop him from feeling awful and guilty.

Hoo boy that's a lot.

#mcsm #minecraft story mode #ooc #miscellaneous #using gender neutral terms for Jesse in this bc it's a buncha aus and I have'nt decided on a particular Jesse for each au. feel free to ima #ine whichever jesse u want #WAIT HOW COULD I FORGET CHAMP!PAMA'S SCREEN WOULD BE RED

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