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sammy-writes-sometimes · 7 months

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“Jimmy, are you aware that you’re molting?” Tango asks bluntly.

“What?” He looks at them, confusion in his eyes. “I’m– I’m not a bird? I’m not even a hybrid, I’m just human!”

“Yeah? Well…” Fae points to the trail of bright, pretty-looking, golden feathers leading from the bed to the kitchen. “Explain that.”

Jimmy blinks, turning away from the pan in front of him as he simply stares.

Beside him, Tango leans against the counter. They seem to take him in, at least more than usual, but this time under an almost anxiety inducing glare.

Then, as Jimmy moves, the netherborn seems to wince. It’s an echo of pain as Jimmy rubs his shoulder, groaning slightly like he got hit by something.

“Jim, sit down for a bit, I can handle the pancakes and you can…” He twists his hand, leading back to the trail. “Clean up those, carefully.”

“Yeah, I’ll- I’ll do that…”

It doesn’t take long for the food to be finished, takes even less time for Jimmy to start picking up the feathers before he soon stops. Pain seeming to overcome the younger man, leaving him curled up in bed.

“Do you have chronic pain?” Tango asks simply.

“No? I’m just– I don’t know why, but it hurts a lot.”

Tango sighs before putting the plates to the side, they can worry about eating later when his soulmate isn’t in nearly as much pain.

That and after they’ve found out why this is all happening.

“Get on the bed and take off your shirt.”

“What?” Jimmy yelps.

The netherborn laughs. “Just– listen, I need to check something.”

He can’t help but find the dusting of pink, almost red, over Jimmy’s cheeks and ears at least a little adorable. But he does as told, shedding the fabric as–

His upper back is practically covered in feathers. Messy and uneven, looking like they’re never been preened a day in their life. Further upon this, some look to have small drops of blood on them, staining the gold underneath.

Jimmy lays on the bed with a groan, laying on his stomach as he hides his face in a pillow.

Once fae’re next to the bed, right beside Jimmy, fae hover a hand but… he’s in too much pain, likely wincing even at the smallest of touches.

“Did you know about this…?” He asks quietly.

JImmy remains silent, trying to hide even more.

“Did you– When did this happen? How long–”

“It wasn’t this bad last time!” Jimmy complains.

“‘This bad’? What do–”

“With– with every death, I’ve grown these feathers… it started on my second to last life last time, just a few, but– after we fell, and we respawned, there were more and–”

“You still should have–” Tango stops himself, fire crackling in his own ear.

They take a slow breath, evening out into some semblance of calm. At least by his usual standards.

“Sorry, you just– you worried me, Jimmy. Sorry…”

Tango places a hand onto their partner’s lower back, rubbing a gentle circle until he feels Jimmy melt into the touch.

“Do you want me to help with them? Some of the pain might be coming from unclean feathers and, according to Skizz, those tend to hurt a lot.”

“Please?” Jimmy whimpers, and if it hadn’t been for his partner’s obvious pain, or how worry is spinning in every single thought, he’d probably be getting other ideas.

“Alright, just stay still, can’t promise that this won’t hurt you.”

Jimmy stays quiet, but turns his head to smile up at Tango. “Thank you…”

#written on: sep 14 20223 #sep 27 2023 #dlsmp #tango #jimmy #team ranchers #(can be seen as either /r or /qp)#a: tek #(yes a tango fictive writer ranchers dont look at me 😔)#our writing

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septimus-heap · 13 days

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A traveller is in a market. The town is small, the market smaller, and the variety of produce smaller still. Unfortunately, this is where she's chosen to stay until the winter storms don't pose as much of a risk, so she'll just have to deal with it.

"Marcia!" she hears from across the market. A child's voice, calling for a friend, maybe? It's loud, but it's nothing to do with her, so she-

"Marcia!" she hears again, closer, and it's accompanied by a small body slamming into her side. ----- The Castle is forgotten. Septimus is the only person in the whole world who remembers it exists, and anything at all about it.

#sep talks #septimus heap #marcia overstrand #my writing #I honestly have no idea if it's good it's. It's very specifically catered to Me and my tragic lack of hugs #and also its kind of sort of a [REDACTED] au #HOWEVER. I like it <3 and I think it's fun

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rainyraisin · 1 year

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He is so real!!!!! Three my love yjgsgugyd

Ill draw him more soon cause i adore himb so go darn much!!!! Sep! Don is gen so amazing i never knew how badly i needed feral Donnie fr!!! Thank you for this silly little guy @cupcakeslushie !!!! Slushie appreciation hours fr 💖💖💖💖💪💪💪💪

#rottmnt #rise of the tmnt #rise of the teenage mutant ninja turtles #rottmnt donnie #rottmnt donatello #rise donnie #rottmnt separated au #separated au #sep au #rottmnt sep au #THREE MY LOVE!!!!#I legit only got tumblr for the sep au #it is my life at this point my thoughts are only the sep au #how did it take me this long to draw sep don fr #i need to make up for that by drawing him a shit ton hdjvgsjggz #the brainrot i get from this au bro....#slushie's art and writing >>>>> anything else in the entire galaxy #slushie appreciation hours fr

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emlovessid · 8 months

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@jegulus-microfic september 1, school, 89 words

As they step onto the platform together, it feels like a lifetime ago that he was seeing off Sirius for his first day of school, rather than one year.

“James!” Sirius shouts from beside him before a boy comes running over, tackling Sirius into a hug.

When they pull apart, arms still slung around each other’s shoulders, James turns to him.

“You must be Reggie, I’m James.” He smiles, and maybe Regulus understands why his brother wouldn’t shut up about his best friend all summer. “You’re gonna love Hogwarts."

#happy sep 1 !!!#please enjoy some baby jeggy #regulus black #james potter #jegulus #jegulus fic #marauders #sometimes i write things

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chaos-has-theories · 2 months

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line I wrote today <3

#septimus heap #timetravel au #so yeah this is sep talking about his younger self being nonspeaking #chaos writes

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nonbinarychaoticstupid · 1 year

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BEGIN AND NEVER CEASE

they don’t 'share a bed'; they cuddle.

wednesday detests it, but sometimes enid buries her nose in the back of her neck and breathes little sighs into the collar of her shirt, so she allows it to continue. even if the idea of calling something so soul-bearing as sleeping in the same bed as your partner 'cuddling' is, truthfully, laughable.

or, gays continue to not know they are in a romcom and wednesday short-circuits every time enid breathes in her direction

read it here! part 2 of the lovefool cinematic universe rating: T pairings: wednesday/enid

sorry for my wednesdayposting im diseased

#sep texxt #sep's writing #wednesday #wednesday addams #enid sinclair #wenclair #wednesdayposting

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toburnup · 2 years

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📌 Adure fic masterlist

my ao3 | 💙 favourites | 🪐 in progress

series:

mark my skin, use your teeth 💙 [E] Eddie does his own tattoos. Steve would look hot with some ink.

take the edge off 💙 [E] Robin and Steve make a bet that Steve can't cum for 30 days. Eddie is... unhelpful.

there's something about us [M] Steve and Eddie keep having sexual tension, and eventually someone has to say something, right?

sleep it off [E] The venom from the bat bites has an... interesting effect on Eddie and Steve. ⚠ Dubcon warning: sex pollen.

cybersex [E] Steve sends an intimate video the wrong number.

parasomnia [E] Eddie knows when people dream of him, feels every touch. It doesn't happen often. That is, until Steve moves in.

multi-chapter:

throw me one 💙 [E] 40k, 5 chapters | Steve and Eddie are friends with benefits with the important caveat - no kissing, ever, under any circumstances.

cuffing season [E] 22k, 3 chapters | Steve and Eddie are handcuffed together for 24 hours.

is your light on? 🪐💙 [E] WIP | From '87 into the future, Steve and Eddie collide over, and over, and over.

oneshots:

subtext (something i can't quite put my fingers on) [T] 3.4k | Five times Robin suspects something between Steve and Eddie, and one time she figures out she's right. Steve & Robin centric.

let it roll into the night 💙 [M] 19k | It takes one year for Steve to fall in love.

hanging by a thread (connecting me to you) [G] 2.6k | Eddie comes out, Steve responds poorly, Robin has something to say. Steve & Robin centric.

the pulse that i'm pressing 💙 [T] 3.5k | A day-trip to the lake. Steve swims like a fish, Eddie's stuck on shore.

that backseat afterglow [E] 4.3k | Argyle, Jonathan, and Eddie pick up a reluctant Steve in Argyle's van. There's nowhere to sit but Eddie's lap.

break for me [E] 3.6k | literally just a handjob fic

after the beep [T] 1k | Steve leaves Eddie a drunk voicemail

lead the way [T] 3.5k | The gang goes through a haunted house, Eddie offers Steve his arm

stuck between your tongue and teeth [E] 3k | Ever since Eddie and Steve started having sex, Eddie has been - quiet

like a bruise [T] 1.4k | Steve has a bruise on his leg and Eddie can't stop staring

smoke signal 💙 [E] 5.7k | Steve finds an outlaw hiding out in his barn

defrost [E] 9.3k | Eddie hates Steve. And now they're trapped together in the car, in the snow.

and steve makes three [E] 7.8k | Before it was Tommy and Carol, it was Tommy and Steve.

to cherish [M] 2.5k | Steve is getting married. Tommy helps him write his vows.

where it counts [E] 4.7k | Steve and Eddie have a series of movie nights

make some room [E] 15.1k | Steve and Chrissy are married, Eddie crashes on the couch.

no pressure [E] 11k | Steve kisses Tommy. It's a joke, it doesn't mean anything. There isn't an explanation for what happens after that.

filling in [E] 2.5k | Chrissy's usual massage therapist isn't available. She gets the new employee instead.

agitation [E] 3.3k | Jonathan likes taking photos, Steve likes being looked at. It works.

cushion [E] 2.1k | Eddie sits on Steve's lap during movie night.

other:

three minutes 🪐 [not rated] | All my 3 minute fics / tumblr writing in one place.

#vio writes #masterlist #steddie #my fics #steddie fanfiction #adure #updated sep 2023

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brick-a-doodle-do · 1 year

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holy shit? it's been a YEAR since i started posting my works. that is just. WOW. and i wrote this in the very same room i wrote my first fic in (which is more baffling to me because this room is a vacation spot for me)

anyway uh HAPPY ANNIVERSARY to company and repairs chapter one (and my first post ever)! guess what i did to honor it? I WROTE CHAPTER TWO :D

it's a very mundane chapter but it's still some content for this dead au :3 jskdfk

@smog-frog-0 hi it's been a year but here's another chapter :)) (i forget if you're still invested in this fandom 🙏)

(chapter one)

company and repairs ii

words: 2178

cw: swearing, slight panic, description of injury

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What was there to talk about?

The question hung heavy in Wilbur’s mind, especially after Tommy’s promise of a conversation had been cut short when he was called away by the other giant.

Tommy had set him down onto the forest floor and hurried off to accommodate whoever it was, meanwhile leaving Wilbur to wallow with his wounded arm and the settling guilt of ever setting foot on a boat.

He had shuffled up by now, returning to a tree he was cowering against only a few prior moments. Now, though, he leans against it with some sort of relieving hope that his unusually easy acquaintance with Tommy would pose as an opportunity rather than a disadvantage.

Ranboo still stood feet away from the tree, holding the fluff of his tail between his spotted hands, lanky and sharp fingers digging into the fur. Wilbur tried not to make it obvious he was watching the creature, although the effort may have been less obscure than he had hoped; almost instantly, Ranboo’s fidgeting ceased and a narrowed set of pristine, mismatched eyes latched onto his own.

Wilbur tensed at the contact, offering up a blunt smile before trying to direct his attention away from the creature.

“I don’t mean to stare, sorry,” Wilbur murmured.

It came as a surprise to him that Ranboo responded, or responded as much as he could; a small vwoop! rattled in his throat.

Wilbur jumped at the sound, jolting a spasm through his arm. He glanced down at it, unamused at the inconvenience. He couldn’t exactly tell if it was broken. It felt like it, although the exterior of it felt relatively normal, he wouldn’t be surprised if he’d simply sprained it.

It still hurts like hell, though.

Abruptly, the weight of the pain is buried to the back of his mind when Tommy’s voice stops becoming a muffled echo and becomes infinitely clearer. Wilbur looks up at the giant, who waves a dismissive hand as he steps out of wherever he had been. His tall, lanky shadow draws over the two of them the closer the giant gets, before he inevitably stops and crouches in the clearing. Wilbur stares up at Tommy, absentmindedly offering a “hello” as he does so.

“‘Ello,” Tommy greets as he shuffles his position and crosses his legs so he’s comfortably balanced. The blond’s ears twitch idly.

Wilbur itches to talk to fill in their gap of extending silence, but Tommy beats him to it. “So, your boat fucking sunk, huh?” The giant sounds amused, and Wilbur finds it to be an interrogating question.

Ignoring the needless attempt of what he only assumed to be the backbone of an unspoken question, he responds with, “It did. I was very irresponsible and it capsized,” Wilbur explains.

Tommy nods, no intrigue behind it. If anything, it’s a little bit dry of an action. Wilbur huffs. “Did you want to ask me a question, then?” he finally asks, looking up at the giant while fiddling with the stiff wrinkles in his trousers. Tommy seems a little taken aback at the question; his ears perk and an unhappy frown spikes the left of his lips up. Wilbur can’t help but grin at it.

“How’d you know?” Tommy asks.

“I can tell,” he replies.

Tommy hums, shrugging. “You’re smart for a human. Or are all of you smart? Or are the one’s I’ve seen just fucking stupid?”

Wilbur laughs softly. “I think it’s a mix of the two, it’s unpredictable. Now, go on, ask your question.”

“Well, it’s not really a question, more of a proposal,” Tommy starts. Wilbur’s gut churns, fixing his posture by straightening his back up against the tree trunk. Wilbur nods, quietly, letting him go on. “My brother, Techno—well he’s more like my uncle. Not really my dad and not really a brother, a tinge of a friend—you get it, you get it,” Tommy rants, his swaying tail kicking up dirt idly, “anyways, he basically just said that since your ship…y’know, ‘capsized’, or whatever you call your stupidity, he says that I should build you a new one.”

Wilbur’s eyes widened. “What?”

It was an intriguing offer, for sure, getting off of this island was of course one of the biggest priorities he had at the moment—that, and, fixing himself up—but, he couldn’t just accept an offer so vague. Something had to be off. Maybe a catch Tommy hasn’t explained yet.

“There’s always a catch, what is it?”

Tommy cocks his head to the side. “I don’t believe there is one. I mean, I’m really lonely here on this piss-poor island, apparently,— I mean personally I feel fine, joyous, one might say, but I guess I need a ‘friend’ or some shit. I don’t know what Techno’s on, but I think he’s just wantin’ to get rid of me. Guess he can’t handle my awesomeness, y’know?”

“So you want company? For you to repair my ship, you want my company?”

“I mean I don’t really want your company, you seem pretty pessimistic, my friend,” Tommy mumbles. “But Techno wants it for me, so yes, I think that might be what I’m saying. Glad we can come to an agreement!”

Wilbur swallows. “Can I think about it? At least give me that.”

“It’s rather urgent, I’d think,” Tommy says. He sounds hesitant. “And ayy, don’t you want your ship fixed?”

Tempting.

Wilbur rolls his eyes, what the hell. “It’s fine with me. I—yeah, whatever.”

Almost instantly, Tommy’s eyes light up. “Ohhh, pleasure doing business with you, my friend!” the giant exclaims. Wilbur winces at the volume but smiles all the same.

Glancing up at the sky, which has been overruled by a starry sky that he hadn’t fully acknowledged until now, Wilbur’s exhaustion dawns on him.

Tommy seemingly notices too, cutting off Wilbur’s observation by clearing his throat as demandingly as possible. “D’ya really wanna sleep out here?” Tommy asks, wrinkling his nose to display his opinion.

“I don’t know what could’ve possibly given you that impression,” Wilbur deadpans.

“Well then, I’m sure Techno won’t mind if I give you a space somewhere inside. ‘Ya think you could handle livin’ in a fucking cave for a day or two?” Tommy asks.

Wilbur considers it. He knows he’ll be in proximity with Tommy, and Techno—who, to him, seems infinitely more intimidating with his startling build and gleaming red eyes. Plus…he’d be offering himself to be completely vulnerable. Though he's starting to notice a subtle breeze with the newfound night, and with hostile creatures like Ranboo, he wonders how likely he is to survive the night outside, let alone…however long it takes for Tommy’s end of the deal.

“Uhm,” Wilbur starts, his throat running dry. Both options are plausible, yet both entail nothing but danger. “I can try that,” he says, without really thinking. He knows he can backtrack, but phantom consequences are burned in the back of his mind, and he doesn’t want to tempt fate.

There’s a tick of silence, one broken by his thick heartbeat.

“Well, you’re going to need to come here first,” Tommy urges.

“Why?”

Tommy sputters. “So I can take you inside? You’re not getting anywhere walking that slowly.”

Scoffing, he shakes his head. He shuffles up, mindful of his arm while he slides up the trunk of the tree and steps forward. “You’re not touching me, I can walk fine,” Wilbur establishes.

Tommy throws his hands up defensively. “Fine, fine, you do you,” Tommy muttered, shuffling and standing to his feet. “Follow me. And don’t fuckin’ walk slowly, that’s annoying as shit,” he adds.

Wilbur rolls his eyes as Tommy sets off, turning on his heel and manoeuvring around the trees, careful to not uproot them. The idea troubles Wilbur, who struggles to keep up with how quickly Tommy was guiding him, even though he’d recognized that Tommy’s speed didn’t match his normal potential.

They walked for a moment in silence, Tommy’s footsteps—which shook the ground under him, forcing his balance off—being the only consistency in the quiet night. That, and, the thump! thump! of his heart.

After a few minutes of walking, most of which had been him catching up to Tommy, (who had already arrived at the opening in the mountain and was leaning against it with a smug smile as he watched the human travel) he finally arrived. The tan colour of Tommy’s ragged pant legs and the brown-and-orange fluff of Tommy’s tail obscured most of his view as he followed the giant inside, but from what he could see, the home was barely below an average getup he’d seen back at home. An everyday run-of-the-mill place, with furniture that was as good as it could’ve been.

It was nice, and Wilbur could certainly feel the aspect of home.

Tommy quickened his pace, which Wilbur took as his cue to stop short in his tracks. He looked around, craning his neck to get a view at everything, some towering miles above him. He shuddered at the fact that he felt just as intimidated by a couch as he did Tommy or Techno.

After reappearing from a room he’d disappeared into, Tommy crosses over the house with a bundle of things in his arms. Wilbur watches intently as Tommy ducks by the couch and shuffles things around.

Soon after, Tommy peaks his head out from the door and finds Wilbur on the sea of flooring.

“Hey, there’s—well I can’t really call it a bed ‘cause it looks like shit, but there’s something on the couch that’ll be better than nothing. And I’ll be in my room, so I won’t grab you or anything.”

Wilbur ignores Tommy’s attempt at a joke, which supplies a thought he doesn’t like the abrupt ending of. He nods, watching Tommy bid him a quick goodnight before shutting his door, leaving it open a crack. He squints at it– who sleeps with their door open? Before he can dwell on it too hard, he hears as Tommy’s footsteps halt and there’s a faint whine from the bed, telling Wilbur he can probably go ahead and find whatever Tommy had set up for him.

As he walked, he listened. It was relatively quiet, although he could hear the ruffle of trees outside and the muffled sounds of shuffling. Every little noise startled him. He knew he could leave if he so pleased—Tommy couldn’t do anything about it (he’s relatively sure of that matter, he doesn’t exactly want to test it), but he wanted to do things right, or as right as he could do some things, so his ship could be repaired. He knows this’ll be a miserable experience, but hopefully it’ll be worth it. Besides, he’s already learnt his lesson: don’t sail overseas with no sailing knowledge, you’ll end up on a giant-inhabited island!

Wilbur laughs to himself, he finds his struggle amusing. He would if he weren’t himself.

He curves around the edge of the couch, out to the front where he sees the edge of a blanket dangling over the edge, which leads up to a mound of a combination of pillows and blankets. Wilbur had expected something, but he hadn’t expected such hospitality for such a shitty stay.

Ignoring that matter, he tugs on the edge of the blanket (ignoring the way he smiles as he recognizes it was planted by Tommy for him) and shifts his weight onto it. He yelps, falling just slightly. He lacked the strength for this. After a few more shot attempts, he finally gets a good grip on it. He aims for higher, slipping just barely before regaining his balance and pulling with what strength he could muster. Wilbur would absolutely not let a blanket defeat him.

The fall-and-catch-himself routine repeated for what dragged on for aeons in his head, and by the time he’d finally thrown himself onto an even surface, his arms were screaming in relief at the feeling of not having to support his weight while climbing an unreliable material. He flexed his fingers, the phantom feeling of digging them into the blanket still burned into his muscles.

He lays on his stomach for a few passing moments, which he uses to catch his breath.

It’s uncanny how motivating a simple ship was, but it managed to get him through most of the climb…most of his walk, most of his fear…he just wanted to go home. Be with his father despite how much he knows he’ll be laughed at if he ever told his unfortunate story. He knows that Puffy would chew him out if he came home with a different ship, but it felt satisfying just thinking of being home, on land that he knows isn’t infested with giants.

Carefully getting up, his arms tensing as he uses them to shift his position so he’s resting on his side, against a sleek pillow. His fingers barely tighten around a blanket and he pulls it over himself, eyes hung heavy. He couldn’t say he was tired, he was just simply exhausted in a way that he was over it.

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#mw #brickfic #company and repairs au #mcyt g/t #mcyt gt #dsmp g/t #dsmp gt #dream smp g/t #dream smp gt #t!wilbur #t!ranboo #g!tommy #implied g!techno #aghh happy one year anniversary to my first post #that is just BAFFLING to me #i've been here since sep 2021 which is also INSANE but i've been consistently writing for a year now #which doesn't SEEM all that big of a deal but tbh i've done a lot in the past year!!!

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gekkoukanstrega · 3 months

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Really tempted to write a short fic on my AU of MC/FeMC talking to their respective SLs and have them pursue a relationship with a character of interest. It'll almost feel like choice-based as the Protagonist would say "Yes, go and ask him/her out".

It'll probably go like this:

Chapter 1: Junpei talking to MC about his confession for Chidori

Chapter 2: Fuuka revealing her crush to FeMC

Chapter 3: FeMC talking to MC about her admiration for Shinjiiro

Chapter 4: Jin and MC taking Koromaru for a walk (unlocked if 'yes' for Chapter 2)

Chapter 5: Chidori and FeMC hangout (unlocked if 'yes' for Chapter 1)

The rest here I may play around with/make crack ships out of (non-canon):

6: Yukari and Mitsuru

7: FeMC and Akihiko

8: Aigis and MC

9: Saori and Takaya (one-sided)

(bonus) 10: Izumi and Chihiro

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* MC route

* FeMC route

#gekkoukan!strega #gekkoukan!strega au #fanfic idea #I'm already writing three sep fics already but whatev #green color coded is Jin's route btw

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sammy-writes-sometimes · 5 months

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"Stop scratching at your scales!" Skizz yells.

"They're itchy!" Impulse complains, still scratching at the scales on his arm.

This happens every year. Twice every year might be add.

"Just– Dippledop! You're gonna hurt yourself!"

The demonic hybrid doesn't pause, instead reaching over cir shoulder.

"Impulse!"

Finally, Impulse stops, instead looking at Skizz with a glare in his golden eyes.

There's a moment of pause, the two simply staring at eachother, but then Impulse drags his feet towards Skizz, leaning his head on the angel's shoulder.

"They hurt…"

"I know, buddy." Skizz says quietly, moving them to sit on the couch.

Impulse quickly discards his shirt, resting his head on his partner's thigh.

There's a cool hand on cir back, soothing over sore scales as ce purrs quietly, even if it is a stressed purr.

"I think a few are–"

There's a clattering down the hall, a short argument – Bdubs sounding more than a little tired and Tango's voice pitched in concern – before someone is being dragged further down the hall.

Skizz simply shakes it's head and sighs, those two likely up to their usual problems.

But it quickly returns to what it was doing, pressing it's thumb down hard on a few scales just to test until it finds one that moves.

It's a gentle sort of job, easing each loose scale out and placing it on the side table. And the demon looks all too happy as each irritation is removed, purring and even chuffing a few times as old scales slip off to give space for new ones.

By the end, Impulse is nearly half asleep and melted against Skizz, a small smile on his face as he continues to purr.

But ce slowly blinks, looking up at cir partner. The sort of look that holds words unspoken, but easily translated between the two.

'Let me return the favor. Let me help you.'

So Skizz does as requested, summoning his wings from where they're hidden and stretching them out over the couch.

"Oof, no wonder you complain about not being able to fly." Impulse says with a laugh.

It's– well it's not bloody, but there are a few awkward pin feathers and more than a handful missing. This is just what happens with large wings when molting, he guesses.

Impulse sits over him, trained claws easily shifting stray feathers into place and gently, oh so gently, pulling our dead ones before releasing new feathers from their pins.

The pile of scales turns into a pile of feathers. Shining white over deep black.

Skizz can't help the content, fer fer fer noises it makes as its partner smooths over one wing and turns to the other.

This part was a daily routine, one that has been around since they were young. Impulse often looking after Skizz, tending to the feathers that the angel couldn't reach.

Eventually, ce pulls back, satisfied in cir work as cir chest rumbles.

"Someone looks sleepy." Impulse says lightly.

Skizz doesn't even fight, too oddly comfortable laying against the couch, even at the awkward angle.

"I'm not carrying you."

"But, Dippledop!" Skizz loudly complains. "I helped you!"

Impulse laughs as cir partner pouts, it's piercing blue eyes staring at him with a sense of false-sadness.

"Fine."

There's another happy trill, Skizz flopping against Impulse's chest and staying relaxed as he's picked up by the shorter.

It's a short walk to the bedroom, Skizz hanging lazily against Impulse's shoulder as his wings drag along the ground. Purring and chirping between eachother the entire time.

But, when they get to the bedroom, something is more than a little off as–

Bdubs' forehead is covered in bandages, his antlers completely absent. Tango is sitting over him, jacket covered in blood and–

"Did Bdubs shed on you?" The demon asks with a worried laugh.

"..."

"Maybe…?"

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Our ko-fi

#nov 15 2023 #written on: sep 22 2023 #hc #impulse #skizz #hermitshipping #(/qpr but can be read as /r or maybe /p?)#(also ignore the fact that last fic also kinda had preening ssshhh)#(this was gonna have a part 2 with bdubs and tango but we lost motivation </3)#our writing #impskizz #skizzpulse

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