A Ko-fi reward for Dare who requested Dragon!McCree and Feathered Serpent!Sombra. Thanks for the hot cocoa, doll! I hope you enjoy this overgrown lizard and snake.
McSombra. 500 word drabble. Dragon!McCree. Feathered Serpent!Sombra. Fluff.
She doesn’t need to taste the air to know that he’s warm. Like a living flame himself. Companionship has long since fled Sombra’s presence, but he is interesting enough.
Her scales still touch upon the earth, alongside the fearsome beast. To have never stumble upon such a creature before fascinates Sombra to no end. His scales are harder, thick for battle. Giant, menacing horns curl upwards with the color of bleached bone upon the top of his skull. His legs are equipped with feet and claws.
The length of his deep, brown scales are shorter than Sombra’s. Wings of red flesh are tucked along his back for now, but the night is falling, and this land is colder than she’s ever known.
“Do you sleep, dragon?” she asks, finding his stare upon her. It must certainly be menacing to mortals, but Sombra only finds it amusing. He still doesn’t trust her feathers or long, slender form.
“Yes,” he eyes her down his long, sharp face. His dagger like teeth are formidable, but he holds no fangs like she.
The mountain they move around is riddled with caves and thick, towering trees. McCree has told of the superstition the mortals feel towards this mountain, and they should not expect anyone to disturb their peace.
This is his place, not hers. When she first came upon him, they both prepared to battle, but their speeches never quite died. Out of curious intent, Sombra settled alongside the great, fiery beast. His eyes still hold heavy upon her, not trusting the smooth, controlled motions of her serpentine body or the brightly colored feathers marking her as royalty.
“I grow cold, McCree,” she finally turns upon him. She lifts her large head, meeting his eyes. The only creature that can keep up with the goddess. The feathers framing the back of her scale tilt as she curiously tastes the air. “Will you let me be warm?”
He nearly bares his large teeth, “I won’t be so foolish as to lay with a sword, Sombra.”
It’s difficult to convey emotion in this form, but she brings the essence of a smile anyways.
“I would have killed you already.” She slithers closer to his tense body. Slowly, she dips her head under his muzzle just enough to rub her scales on the somewhat softer ones of his. In slow reluctance, the dragon’s wings flare slightly at the sensation of her feathers. “No need for theatrics, dragon.”
Lifting her head back, the dragon ponders her smooth, black purple scales. Pondering turns to acceptance.
“Don’t wrap around me, least you want to keep your head.”
The beast lies down there, alongside the base of the mountain. He leans somewhat on his side, opening his belly and lifting one wing. In quiet satisfaction, Sombra curls her form into a loose heap of scales. The smoke of his person rests easily in her senses as she tucks her feathers away from his sensitive scales. Pressing delicately, the deep, blooming warmth of his scales almost causes Sombra to moan softly.
“You are cold,” he remarks.
“You are warm.”
Resting her head upon her coiled body, she eyes the dragon as he lowers his extended wing. It covers her, enough to lull her to a warm rest if she so wished.
Strangely enough, the night gives them peace. She hasn’t found any reason to take a human form in so long, but when the sun touches through the leafy forest, Sombra isn’t coiled around herself.
She lies in the arms of a human, who is carefully keeping her warm with his flesh.
I hope everything turns out alright for you, doll ♥
Intangible
McSombra. Angst. Hurt/Comfort.
Sombra is nothing, with no one. Her existence is a ghost story. If someone wanted her dead, it would be no different then what she is now. The ending of her existence wouldn’t create ripples in the great pool of the world.
Not before. Not before he made her solid and amplified.
There was only self-preservation, but now the Red Eye engulfs McCree in one of it’s blink. She can’t do anything in the dark, as light alone creates shadows. Powerless to watch him bleed, and to keep him awake, he slips right through her fingers.
And she hates that she can’t keep face. Her shaking hands jolts him awake because she needs to see his eyes. A powerful, lurking fear paralyzes her chest at the thought of his life in danger.
She can lose him so easily… She can’t afford that.
“Olivia,” he says, sitting up to her unblinking stare. He tenses for fear of danger, but finds only her damaged person. “What’s the matter?”
He’s the only living soul who knows her name.
“Jesse,” she says like a plea. “I can’t lose you.”
His stare softens, but still upholds the worry etched into the corner of his eyes.
“Darlin’, who said anything about losing me?”
The Red Eye. Her secrets. Her shadowy existence. All of it makes him as tangible as water dripping down her arms.
The dreams won’t leave her now. Now that she’s too close and too vulnerable.
“Olivia.” He brushes a lock of hair back behind her ear. A new strength fills her enough to lift her gaze to him. “You ain’t gonna lose me, just like I ain’t gonna lose you.”
He doesn’t know that. Her fingers still press into his flesh because she can’t let go. When she cut all bindings to this earth, he tethered her.
If he’s cut, she’ll disappear into the night sky.
“Jesse,” she cracks, splintering like chopped wood, “Jesse.”
“Olivia, it’s going to be okay.”
His arms take her. Across the mattress, she slips into his hold like a knife to its sheath. The warmth of his person touches against her cheek. Quietly, he begins humming into her hair.
“I’ll keep you safe, darlin’.” He murmurs across her skin as her fingers twist his shirt into clenched fists. “When the sun comes up, you’ll see that all’s well.”
A wet, messy kiss falls from her against his sternum, right above his heart. She can’t bear to leave it. The steady drum of his person. The constant state of his chest.
“Jesse,” she lets out like a sob.
“I’m not going to let you go, honeybee,” he swears. “I’m going to keep you until you’re alright.”
How easily she becomes solid and intangible all at once. In his arms, she’s not entirely gone.
He keeps her until the sun witnesses her calm face.
So after the big reveal, there was a lot of uproar, with people getting furious over what Pink Diamond did. Heck, I was one of them.
But after thinking it over, I realized that maybe some of it is being a bit overstated. There’s been a lot of talk about how Rose was evil or how she created a war because she was bored or how she only created Steven to run away from responsibility.
Y’all. The vast majority of evidence does not support this.
So anyway, here are some important reminders:
The Gem War was already going on for 1,000 years before Pink Diamond decided to fake her shattering. She did this because she thought it would end the war, and allow the Crystal Gems to live in peace. Yes, it backfired, and yes, she should have considered that the other Diamonds would seek revenge, but at the end of the day, she legitimately believed that the Diamonds wouldn’t care enough to take action if they thought she was gone.
She still started the war to protect the humans who lived there. Like, seriously, none of that changed. EARTH WOULD BE DESTROYED IF IT WEREN’T FOR HER. I mean, what did she have to gain by picking a fight with herself? All she wanted was a colony of her own. When she got it, she discovered the organic life on Earth and realized she didn’t want to go along with it anymore.
“Curiosity turned to appreciation. Appreciation turned to fondness. And fondness turned to love.”
Yes, Pink didtry talking to the other Diamonds before starting a war. Remember what Steven heard in his dream. Pink Diamond did try and talk to the other Diamonds, bringing up the organic life, but they saw it as a sign of her incompetence, not as a reason to let the planet be free. After that, she tried arguing that the cities were too hard to dismantle (which obviously was a lie), but when that didn’t fly, she created the Crystal Gems and used that as an excuse.
After the war, she spent 6,000 years trying to find a way to heal the corrupted Gems. Why do you think the Crystal Gems have been bubbling all the monsters they fight? It’s been said that Rose always hoped to find a way to heal them. It’s not like they died and she just went “Eh, what can ya do?” She felt guilty about what had happened, and she spent ages trying to atone.
Honestly, I still stand by the theory that she created Steven at least in part because she hoped that a human’s capacity to grow might mean that he would eventually become powerful enough to heal them. I mean, he did go further in healing Centipeedle than Rose ever did, and he still has a lot of growth to come. It makes sense that Rose saw that she had reached a plateau and hoped that Steven could do better.
It’s not her fault that there was a power imbalance between her and Pearl. Look, this was fucked up, and it kills me, too. But Pearl’s devotion to Rose wasn’t something Rose could have helped more than she already did. Remember, she gave Pearl the choice to stay loyal to Homeworld. She encouraged Pearl to come into her own. She declared Pearl a free Pearl. But there’s only so much she could do. Yes, Pearl’s devotion to Rose/PD and her feelings of being lost after Rose was gone was tragic, and it breaks my heart. But what more could Rose do?
“Why won’t you just let me do this for you, Rose?”
“Did Rose make you feel like you were nothing?” “Rose made me feel like I was…everything.”
She left Bismuth for Steven to find. It’s clear that the reason she bubbled Bismuth (and kept it a secret) was because Bismuth would have known the truth about the shattering and wouldn’t have stood for it. But when she created Steven, she left Bismuth in the same place as her video for him. She probably figured this was her chance to let Bismuth finally be free.
Look, obviously Pink Diamond made some pretty huge miscalculations that caused a lot of pain and death. That doesn’t make her a bad person. She had to constantly face a number of hard choices where there was no easy answer, and each time, she went with what she thought was best.
Should she have ordered Pearl to keep quiet? No. Yet, at the time it seemed like the best choice.
Should she have told the other Crystal Gems the truth after the Corruption Song? Maybe. Yet, at the time it seemed like a better choice to keep it hidden.
(Should she have challenged the other Diamonds head-on without a disguise? Hell no, summoning their full wrath would have been suicide, and the Earth would get colonized anyway.)
I get it: it’s easy to demonize someone who comes from a position of power when things go wrong on a major scale. But the fact is that it’s not that simple. People have limits, people have flaws, people make mistakes. Pink is a Diamond. Her choices were always going to have far-reaching consequences, and she tried her best given what she had. We’re in a morally grey zone with both positive and negative outcomes.
Hm… I can delve into some notes on they met their S/O~ I like writing about those scenarios the most! 😀 I’ll let you know!
Take a look back to the previous Crime AU post for more reference! BLOOP!
Read Noct’s as a preview, then hit KEEP READING to read for the other bros!
WARNINGS: Not really anything bad, though the fact that these are villains/criminals does bring up some red-flags.
Tagging: @keyblade-loser
Noctis Lucis Caelum – The Drug Lord
Noctis is not a very public figure when it comes to his affairs. You know, between the drug rings or just normal presence in the world. He prefers to remain hidden – for the fewer people that know him is the better. He’ll never be one to show off or flaunt his wealth or status in the world. Why try to use money to impress someone when he had his own set of charming traits that could? At least, he hoped he did.
So when he walked into the diner you worked at, dazed to all hell and a bit jittery from what you assumed was a high, you easily mistook him for nothing more than someone super strung-out after partying hard. Considering the usual lot that you had to deal with these late nights, he wasn’t really that different, you thought. The only difference was that he had a suit that made it very clear that he didn’t want vegetables. He was more lucid than most of the other addicts that you’ve seen wandering in. He just sort of asked for his food, then stare off in thought as he taps his fingers over his phone to ignore the messages. Not a talker.
You didn’t really want to get involved with him that much, considering the last time you talked to someone who was strung out, they got a bit too handsy, but he seemed nice. Said please and thank you, so that’s a plus. He asked a few questions about how your night was, small talk that turned into bigger questions of existentialism that you didn’t know how to answer. But perhaps it was better that you didn’t have an answer. The conversation was still nice nevertheless. And when he left, you were shocked to see the hundred dollar tip left on the counter. Wait… Was he serious?
You chased after him to give it back, holding it out and saying that you could break the hundred for him. But no. He simply shook his head and handed it back to you. “You can keep it, if you’ll let me come back and get more pancakes from you.”
You were more taken aback by the fact that he wanted to see you again than the fact that you had a hundred dollar bill crumpled in your palm. But you finally agreed, the drug addict prince smiling at you before he made his way from the diner. You watched him go, eyes narrowing suspiciously as you saw him enter into a black car surrounded by men in suits. A black car… That seemed suspicious.
This ask made me curious and I tried this with my cats and OH BOY they reacted! Helped me with the headcanons for some characters. Enjoy your stay~
Prompto – Prompto is the first one to react to you lying on the living room floor – Because he thinks you want to play – Playtime = best time – But when you don’t move and continue to lay there, holding your breath as best as you can, he will sit on top or between your legs – ‘Cause that’s his place – Mews once and stares at you until you move
Noctis – Sees you on the floor – Notices that you’re not moving at all – circles around you once – Twice – Then proceeds to take a nap on your belly
Ignis – Walks around you – Mews loudly – Climbs on top of you – Intense staring – Doesn’t know what else to do – Leaves
Gladio – Walks up to you curious – Sniffs your face once – Sniffs your face twice – Walks onto your belly – His cheer weight on top of you might raise you from the dead – Might sleep on top of you
Regis – Won’t leave your face be – Sniffing – Mews into your ear – Loudly – Purrs – Cuddles up next to you – Doesn’t know what to do – Waits until you wake up
Clarus – Curious about why you decided to nap on the floor – Circles you – But doesn’t do more than circling you – And Maybe sniff your face
Cor – Took notice of you in the middle of the room – Walks over you – May come to a halt after he walked over you for the third time – Stares – Continues to walk
Drautos – Stares at you from afar – Comes closer – Sniffs – Leaves – He doesn’t really care
Nyx – Please don’t play dead near Nyx – He will jump on your belly – No matter what height – He just sees you – Thinks something is off – And jumps on top of you – From the closet, he recently took a nap on – Should your eyes shot open you’ll be greeted by his curious eyes staring into yours
Aranea – Much like Drautos: It’s not like she cares why you sleep in the living room – But she does come closer should you stay in position long enough – Mews twice – Pats your face with her paws – A lot – Kind of like a face massage – Leaves
Iris – As Prompto did, she thinks it’s playtime and comes running all happy – But should you not move she’ll try to wake you up, thinking you’re asleep – Whaps you in the face – Rubs her head on yours – Licks your ear – Purrs, mews – In the end, she’ll stay next to you until you play with her
Ravus – Gets curious after he watched you for some time – Closes in – Directly whaps you in the face with his big paw – Headbutts – Is completely silent – Leaves after a while
Lunafreya – Mews into your ears – Rubs her head on yours – sleeps next to you
Cindy – Circles you a lot – Mews like crazy – Headbutts you – Every five seconds – Climbs onto your chest – Licks your chin – Stays on top of you
Gentiana – Stares at you – Whaps your face a little – Will stay by your side – To stare some more – And whaps your face some more
Ardyn – Just walked into the room and immediately stopped when he saw you – Comes running – Headbutts you – Circles – Purrs – Mews – Climbs onto your belly – More mewing – Stays
SFW Content Type: Scenarios- Gen!Reader x Chocobros Content Warnings: Reader with an Attitude, SFW, Fluff, Angst, Feels.
Oh my goodness— this one was extremely fun to write! Thank you for your request, and I hope that you enjoy these small scenarios 🙂 I deviated a little in some scenarios from the original prompt; I do hope this is still okay? ^.^ Please find the scenarios under the ‘read more’ cut! 🙂
HELLOOOOO I’m so sorry this took forever! I had to get my Mac fixed but now that it’s all good let’s get back to the requests! Sorry I have to skip out on Luna, I don’t feel like I have enough background/research on her to write about her and make it close to canon huh. Regardless, I hope you enjoy!!
You and Noctis walked through the streets of Insomnia, and while he continued to talk to you about fishing, you stopped in your tracks as a small husky and its owner approached your path. The dog stopped in front of you and you, almost instinctively, fell on the floor and began running your free through its soft fur. You commenced short chit chat with the owner, finding out more information about the sweet husky who had his eyes closed and his tongue out at your touch.
“Who’s a good boy?” you asked in an endearing manner. “Who’s the best boy, huh? Who’s the best bubba?”
The dog emitted a sweet whimper at your praises, and you were quickly attacked by licks on your cheek. They bid you two a goodbye, with the owner curtsying at the Prince and the dog barking cheerily. You waved at them and watched them continue their walk over your shoulder, but you couldn’t help but feel a sudden emptiness in your heart.
“Noct…” you trailed off with a sniff.
His eyes moved from the dog’s wagging tail in the distance and back at you, surprised at the tears forming in your eyes.
“H-Hey,” he stuttered in shock, “What’s wrong, princess? Are you hurt?”
“I… I…” you sniffed once again. “I want a dog!” you began to cry.
Noct’s first course of action was to wrap you in his arms—something he didn’t do often in public due to his title, but he was willing to make exceptions. “That doesn’t answer my question, babe.”
“The husky,” you inhaled, “The husky was adorable and he loved me so much!”
He laughed at how silly you were being, but found your unconditional love for animals heartwarming. He pulled away softly and kissed your forehead.
“Then let’s go see who we can adopt,” he said with a smile, wiping your tears and holding your hand tightly. As you made your way to the nearest animal shelter, he stopped for a second and stared at you with a deceiving grin. “But you know, we can just skip the dog and…” he raised his eyebrow, “Get straight to the baby-making.”
You gasped and slapped his shoulder, “Noct!”
“Ow—hey! I was kidding!” he defended himself with a laugh. “Partly.”
You rolled your eyes and hit him again, walking ahead to hide the warming blush on your cheeks.
“Huh, so Kimi no Na wa was as good as everyone said it was,” Prompto remarked as the credits on the screen rolled. He shifted his position on the couch, wrapping his arm around you before noticing how red your eyes had become. “Babe, why are you crying?!”
“M-M-Mitsuha and T-Taki,” you murmured between sobs, “They were meant to be!”
You covered your face, partly because you were embarrassed over how strongly you felt about the move, but mostly because thinking about the ending riled up your feelings once again. Although Prompto was initially confused as to why the movie had affected you so much, he’d be a hypocrite if he said he never cried over a film before. Instead of poking fun at you about it, he wrapped his other arm around you and pulled you in for an embrace. He let you soak up shirt for the next 15 minutes before you finally calmed down and collected yourself.
“That Red Thread of Fate concept absolutely killed me,” you chuckled as he helped you wipe your tears away.
Prompto rested his hand on your cheek, rubbing the high point with his soft thumb. The way his eyes were staring at you intently made your heart jump right out of your chest, and seeing your reaction to him caused his lips to form a huge smile.
“Yeah… the Red Thread is pretty cool, huh?” he said. “It’s crazy to think that such a belief of connection exists.”
You nodded, “Yeah, how wild would it be if it actually existed?”
“… I think it does,” he shrugged.
“You do?”
“Mhm,” he answered. “Actually, I…,” he swallowed, “I think I found the other end of my Red Thread… wrapped around you.”
The broad smile on his face quickly minimized into a shy one. You fought back the new army of tears threatening to leave your system, but the soft kiss Prompto had planted on your lips left you weak. You moved your hands to cup his face only to feel ropes of tears trickling down the sides os his face as well.
“I love you,” he whispered, keeping your foreheads together and his eyes locked on yours.
“I love you too, Prompto.”
After a hectic day at work, all you wanted to do eat your feelings out and go to bed. You had been complaining about your misfortunes to Gladio all day, but walking in to him transforming your apartment into a private spa wasn’t something you expected to see.
Before you could even say anything, Gladio quickly walked over to you and kissed you deeply, practically sucking the air out of you. Your tense shoulders dropped as you lost yourself in the kiss. He took your bag and set it on the floor, hung your coat, and placed your shoes on the rack. Smooth jazz music played from your burnt out speaker while he guided you to the bathroom that smelled of lavender—your favourite. The bathtub was surrounded by candles and filled with warm water, bubbles, and floating flowers.
“Gladdy, you didn’t have to do this,” you said, a little shy with how spoiled you felt.
He shook his head, “You take care of me all the time. I’d be a bad boyfriend if I couldn’t make you feel better after a shitty day.”
“You can always make me feel better without all this, though,” you replied. “I just need you by my side.”
“And I’m always gonna be by your side, baby girl.” He kissed the back of your hand and brought it up to his face. “But this is the least I can do for you. You deserve everything in this world.”
“Gladio!” you whined into a cry, and he couldn’t help but laugh at how easy it was for you to burst into tears.
To be fair, you couldn’t help yourself; your heart was bursting at the seams. Being part of the Crownsguard wasn’t an easy task, and even though he had his own troubles to deal with, he decided to throw them away just for your sake. The mere fact that he decided to think of you and not of himself was enough to remind you of how lucky you were to be with such a kind and caring man.
He kissed your tears away as he began undressing you. There was no malice in his movements, only love. Gently, he lead you into the bathtub and rested you down. He pulled up a stool and sat beside you, continually kissing your hand while praises left his mouth.
You couldn’t stop crying, and it was okay.
“Ugh, Iggy’s gonna be the reason for my diabetes,” you groaned to yourself after spotting a tupperware of sweets on your work table.
You moved the envelope and opened the container, revealing stacks of chocolate chip cookies that looked too moist to eat. The heavenly sight made you salivate a little, but the small white envelope called you back into a reality. You flipped the top open and pulled out the small card, reading the words,
‘Just because. Always thinking of you, my dear.
Love,
I.S. xx’
Just because. That was the first time in a long time you heard someone use that reasoning with you. You broke off a piece and let it crumble in your mouth, closing your eyes as you entered a short moment of reverie.
Yup, this was definitely the work of Ignis Scientia.
Giggling, you picked up the phone and dialled his office number. After exactly two rings, his stern voice picked up from the other end of the line.
“Mr. Scientia, can you drop by my office in the next 10 minutes? I have urgent business with you,” you said, attempting to keep your tone as professional as possible.
It didn’t take long for him to enter your office and swoop you in for a kiss. He backed you up to the edge of your office table and deepened the kiss, causing you to smile against his lips. You were technically breaking the rules by showing affection—hell, you were technically breaking the unspoken rule of dating a coworker, but because Ignis was the Royal Advisor, he got away with certain things.
His eyes moved down to the opened container on your table. “I take it you enjoyed the cookies then, love?” he asked.
You nodded and grabbed the remaining piece from earlier. He opened his mouth and you fed him, watching him relish his own creation. Iggy knew he was a fantastic cook, and he would never turn down the chance to speak or taste his culinary prowess.
“I called you over here because I wanted to say thank you,” you began, wrapping your arms around the back of his neck.
“For the cookies?” he asked before wrapping his arms around your waist in return. “It’s not a problem at all.”
“Not just that,” you shook your head, “For always taking care of me. You never have to sneak food into my office, but you always do. It’s such a sweet gesture and you never fail to make me happy.”
“Because you never fail to bring joy into my life as well,” he replied. “I can’t offer you much else other than my cooking,” he added half-jokingly.
“I don’t need anything else, Iggy. I just need you.”
He took a deep breath, “I love you very, very much.”
You sniffed at the sincerity in his voice and the warmth in his beautiful green eyes. “And you know I love you too, Iggy.”
“There’s nothing more I want in this world than to grow old with you, my dear.”
That did it. That sentence opened the floodgate of your tears. You looked down as you started to cry, prompting him to move even closer and lock you in an embrace.
“I’d cook for you every single day for the rest of my life if you asked,” he humoured you, making you laugh and pull away.
He grinned, happy that he was victorious in making you smile. His hand snaked over to the cookies and he picked up another one, bringing it to your mouth and feeding you. Your eyes rolled to the back of your head in delight, but a second later, tears began to run down your face once again.
Hey folks, this is a request from the lovely @arianoct (I hope you feel better!), I loved writing this and I hope you all enjoy!
Request: “… would you take a request of the chocobros taking care of a sick S/O? …”
Noctis
At first, Noctis was honestly a little grossed out
Like, sickness??? ew.
His worry and concern quickly overshadows his previous disgust tho. Like you could puke on him at that point and he would give nooooo fucks
He’s not sure how to take care of you, either. The boy can’t cook so well, he doesn’t which medicine to give you, and the only remedy he knows is to cuddle
You’re honestly stuck directing him from your burrito of blankets on the couch
“No, Noct, the pink bottle-that’s blue, babe!”
I will give him this though, he heats up the best canned soup money can buy
Anytime you ask him to do something, he complains and groans but still does it anyway
“Noct, could you get me the tissues from the bathroom…”
“…Ughhhhhhh…”
“I mean I can get it myself-” He’s already up and across the room.
Despite his lack of know-how on this, he still does his best, getting you tissues, canned soup, medicine (after five minutes of trying to figure out what’s what)
He takes naps with you on your couch. No, he’s not sick, but he’s not missing out on sleeping
He always slides into your blanket burrito and cuddles with you on the couch, even giving you tiny pecks and nuzzling your neck despite your worry that you’ll get him sick
You do btw. A day after you’re back to normal, you get a call from Noctis. his voice is nasally and his nose is plugged up. He sounds like he’s dying tbh
“Hey, babe, I think I’m sick…”
You did it to yourself, Noctis.
Prompto
siCKKK??? His precious S/O??? Not on his watch!
Sorry? Suffering? Don’t know her. There will be no suffering while Doctor Prompto is here!
He’s at your side in a heartbeat and the boi will NOT leave you unless it’s to get something (for you)
What do you need? Tissues? Meds? Food? Blankets? The entire DVD set of The Vampire Diaries? He’s already got it all. Whatever else you want, he’s getting it.
“Prompto, is that a signed box of tissues from the cast of The Vampire Diaries?”
“Yeah! You said you needed tissues and that you wish you could get their autographs so… I did both.”
He cuddles you endlessly, showers you in love and medicine, and makes sure you get at least one nap a day
Hand feeds you, he blows on your soup for you and holds the spoon to your lips
No, it doesn’t matter how embarrassing it is, he’s doing it anyway and if you complain, he makes airplane noises (it’s actually super adorable)
Buries you in blankets and pillows before throwing himself in the cuddle party, too
Prompto tries to make you laugh and giggle despite your illness and you can’t thank him enough for it, it helps you forget how shitty you feel
Warning: if you so much as cough or sneeze (god forbid if you vomit), he practically materializes by your side and is immediately tending to you
Knows the most basic of home remedies, such as honey in tea and sucking on peppermints, from taking care of himself when he was a kid
Prompto’s pure love could single handedly heal you
He’s surprisingly good at taking care of you and under his care, you’re better in no time at all! You wouldn’t be surprised if his sheer love and attention is what scared your illness away
Gladio
Sick? I’m sorry, what? His S/O? Sick?
Uh, no. That can’t be right, sickness don’t exist when Gladio’s around
Gladio never gets sick, so the sight of you wrapped in a blanket, shivering with a fever and chalky skin catches him completely by surprise
Luckily, he’s had to take care of Iris in the past, so he knows what to do. This man is a veteran when it comes to taking care of tiny, sick humans (tiny being anyone smaller than himself)
There will be no soup. Only cup noodles. He brings over his entire stash of cup noodles and will not feed you anything else
“Babe, I swear this’ll make you feel good as new-”
“Gladio, you’ve been feeding this to me for a week straight.”
“So?”
Carries you wherever and whenever you want (he really loves doing that btw)
He’ll lay down on the couch and hold you like a fragile flower, warming you up easily and lulling you to sleep while he gently strokes your hair
Sometimes he even hums while he holds you, the sound reverberating in his chest like a loud purr and comforts you to know end
When you sleep on his chest, he has one arm wrapped around your blanket covered form and the other holding a book
He also reads to you, A LOT
If you can’t sleep or don’t want to watch TV, he’ll hold you to his chest and pull out a book, reading with the voice of a god
He likes to make different voices for different characters and sometimes has you giggling from the goofy voice he gave that one character
More often than not, he lulls you to sleep when he reads, but even when he peeks down to see you asleep, he continues to read aloud, knowing it comforts you
So yeah, there’s a lot of sleeping when Gladio’s taking care of you
He also gives you lots of warm kisses. He’s got the immune system of a god as well, so there of no fucks given for the possibility of getting sick
Sometimes it’s like his kisses help you more than the medicine does
Ignis
Oh shit. Hide. HIDE.
Yes, Iggy is the most capable for taking care of you when you’re sick, but he’s the strictest as well (Noct goes out of his way to hide being sick to avoid Iggy’s strict care)
You may be Iggy’s S/O, but oh damn, he was strict with you, too
“Where do you think you’re going?”
“I needed more tissues…”
“Get back to bed, darling.” He’ll fetch it for you
You will not strain yourself, hurt yourself, or be otherwise uncomfortable while ill with Iggy around, I promise
The most attentive man in the world (not in the way that Prompto was, though), he knows when you run out of tissues and meds before you do
Keeps the house clean, well supplied, and makes sure you’re in bed
On the plus side, he also shows you the most gentle compassion in the world. He makes you homemade soup and even tries to feed you like Prompto (minus the embarrassment and airplane noises)
Knows more home remedies than your grandma
You know how in anime, someone will put their forehead against another’s to feel for a fever? Mm, yeah, Ignis invented that. You bet your bottom that he not only does that, but brings out a thermometer not a second later (you soon figure out that he only does the forehead thing to make you flustered)
He gently strokes your hair and places light kisses on your forehead when you’re asleep
You’re too out of it to see the pure concern and love in his eyes whenever he looks at you (which is also way more than you notice), even when you’re in the middle of blowing the absolute snot out of your nose
Holds your hair back when you vomit and shows Z.E.R.O disgust
He doesn’t feel disgust. Or grossed out. All he feels? Love and worry for you and your health
In all seriousness, Ignis is more worried for you than he’s ever been for anyone else. If you were to ask the other bros later, they would tell you that whenever he was attending to his other duties, he was so worried that he made mistakes left and right and even dropped things
Noctis is very sweet, he doesn’t even think about sex at first. He’s down for a nap, and he’s assuming that’s what you mean. It’s not until a little later that he realizes “Can I sleep with you,” can be taken in a sexual way.
Ignis asks you for clarification. He’s down to fuck, but he’s also prepared to take a nap if that’s what you mean. Noctis always asks to sleep with him, so he’s a little used to the awkward phrasing of the question.
Gladio gets a little flustered. He’s been around the block a few times, but nobody’s ever been so bold as to ask “Will you sleep with me?” When he sees you settling under the blankets and preparing to knock out he calms down, but he still laughs to himself about it.
Prompto freezes and blinks up at you in a way that makes you realize “Oh shit, there’s a better way to phrase that.” You end up trying not to laugh while you explain what you actually mean.
About my little breasted reader preferences, I’d feel the same in FFXV universe with Cindy and Aranea. May I have the same situation but with my chocobros + Cor and Nyx, please??? Emphasis on my sunshine boy, please!!! (Preferences too)
A/N: Remember that this FFXV requess arrived before I went on a hiatus, right now I’m not taking more requests for this fandom!
Prompto:
This boy is no stranger to being insecure and obsessing over your own body. Even now that he’s happier with it he gets self-conscious sometimes. So it breaks his heart that you feel like that too and he does everything in his power to change that. He drops little casual compliments (”Y/N! Lookin’ good today, gurl!”), he will take lots of photos of you and just do what he can. If you’re still insecure, he’ll seriously talk to you. You tell him about Aranea and Luna and Cindy and all these pretty girls and you see the sadness in his eyes. He tells you that he wishes his camera captured how he sees you, because then you’d never feel insecure ever again.
Noctis:
He just doesn’t believe it at first, you feel insecure? You? He swears you’re the most beautiful person he’s ever met. At first you joke saying “and that’s a lot because you’ve seen yourself in the mirror, Noct” and he thinks you’re over it. He doesn’t realize you were just trying to brush it off. Things get worse and he notices you growing more upset, he knows it’s still about that. So one day he takes your hands and speaks to you in all seriousness (”Y/N, you don’t have to feel insecure, for me you’re perfect just the way you are”) and he will hug you tight to remind you how much he loves you and your body, taking that issue more seriously from then on by complimenting you to make you feel better.
Ignis:
He knew, Ignis noticed like he always does. He caught on every little hint, like how often you changed your cothes because you thought nothing suited you, how you kept staring at your reflection in the mirror, how you put make up on when you rarely did. And one day he sat you down and addressed the issue without you telling him anything at all. (”Darling, I can see you are feeling quite self-conscious lately. But I assure you, if I was given the opportunity, I would never even consider changing the slightest thing about your physique, and you shouldn’t either because you are unique”) and his words are so comforting!
Gladio:
He’s so mad! When you tell him he’s just at lost for words, it’s the first time you’ve seen him mumble. (”How…? Why…?”) until he recovers and ‘lectures’ you, saying every single thing he loves about you and how if somebody made you feel like that he’s gonna punch some jerks. He basically monologues for a while until he thinks he’s spoken his mind completely (”First of all, babe, I’m not with you because of your appearance. I’m with you because you are kind, caring and soft, because you understand me and because I love you. Secondly, you’re super hot anyway and I’ll show it to you”) and he does, Gladio is super affectionate and playful (and cheeky) by hugging you and touching you and caressing you until you feel better.
Nyx:
He had his suspicions, but he’s still outraged when you tell him. Nyx just refuses to believe that someone that is so special in his eyes sees themselves like that (”What?! Y/N, you are gorgeous! And not only because you are, objectively, but because your inner beauty makes you beautiful on the outside too! I just… No, I won’t stop until you see how great you are”) and then he’s even more thoughtful than usual. He takes you on romantic dates, bathes you in kisses and just tries to let you see that he wouldn’t do all that for anyone, but you’re special.
Cor:
He hates to see you so conflicted about it. You’re insecure about your appearance, but you feel shallow because that’s superficial, and you know it’s silly to feel like that, especially when you tell Cor. You think he won’t entirely understand, but he does. And he might not look it, but he’s affected by this insecurity of yours. So one day he surprises you with the cutest date. Just staying in, having a fun day and helping you feel cute, braiding your hair, painting your nails and holding you tight so you know how he trully feels about you.
Since getting a tattoo is a tradition for them, I think what Clarus would have been shocked about is the size of Gladio’s tattoo (I was, when I saw the whole thing the first time 😆). But, liek, his boy looks awesome and he knows!!!!! 😎
FFXV Headcanons for how you and your chocobro would sleep while camping
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At the end of the day, you are all sharing the tent.
Noctis
– You are 100% the pillow
– This boy will use any, I mean any part of your body as a pillow.
– Lap; of course. Legs; sure. Ass; all day.
– But his favorite place to rest is your chest. He
could sleep there forever, his head buried in your chest and feeling your
calming inhales and exhales.
– When in this position you often thread your
fingers through his obsidian locks and rest your cheek against his head. This causes
him to mumble and burry his head further into his little nest.
– Did you
say something Noct?
– He would raise his head just enough for you to
come face to face with azure orbs and pink-dusted cheeks peeking out from under
his bangs
– I love
you.
– Being together like this almost makes you two
forget the hardships of the past and what more are to come on your journey. For
the short amount of time you are in each other’s embraces you are the two
rulers of the peaceful, sheep filled kingdom of sleep. And by the six you will
not be overthrown by Ignis’s calls to get up in the early morning
– Be warned, however, as when Noctis does fall
asleep he will NEVER get up. Sure, its comfortable for the first half of the
night but when your arm starts to tingle with that familiar numbness or he shifts
all of his weight directly on top of you that’s a different story
– He is a starfish.
– Prompto is also a starfish.
– They will both attack you with their sleepy
starfish attacks.
– Thankfully when poked Prompto immediately
retreats with a whine and goes back to his original position
– Noct isn’t that easy
– He is immune to poking and will only latch on
tighter when shoved away
– Sadly, you haven’t figured out a way to combat
his sleep attacks nor save your right arm that has gone completely numb
– Best of luck in your endeavors
Prompto
– Remember that I said Prompto is a starfish?
– Only when he doesn’t have you to cuddle.
– His sleep-self’s need to be embraced is
satisfied when you are camping with them
– Most often you are curled into his side, hands
on his chest and head resting in the crook of his neck
– Your soft breaths against his skin send shivers
down his spine and send his heartbeat into turbo drive
– Moments like this ease his anxiety, and all his
doubts and insecurities about his self-worth are whisked away on the night
breeze
– Sometimes you will mumble his name in your sleep
and if he is awake to hear it BOY does it have an effect on him
– He will get all giggly and blushy and try to hide
his flustered state by burying his face in your hair while simultaneously pulling
you tightly to his chest
– He just feels so loved
– You are never safe from Noct
– And Noct will
find you and Prompto
– When this happens sometimes you will wake up the
next morning to find a third person has joined your cuddle party
– Only to discover he has drooled all over the two
of you
– Prompto takes a picture for blackmail
Ignis
– Ignis is much like Prompto and will hold you
close to his chest.
– He dotes on you just as he does during the hours
when you two are awake
– Snuggling you closer to him, petting your head,
rubbing your back soothingly, pressing feather light kisses all over your face
– You would nestle into him further to nuzzle your
cheek against his when suddenly something sharp jabs you just underneath your
eye
– You hiss in pain but giggle when you come to
realize the situation
– Ignis is immediately woken up by your noise of discomfort
– Are you all
right, darling?
– Iggy, you
forgot to take your glasses off. You carefully remove the frames and reach
up to place them on the tent floor above your heads.
– Sorry,
love. He hums, flashing you a tired yet dazzling smile that would make you
weak at the knees (if you were standing)
– It doesn’t help either that his tired voice is
husky and smooth like velvet
– Ignis is the early riser of the group, and by
early we are talking 6:00 am at least
– He usually lets you sleep in knowing that you need
all the rest you can get
– Because who knows when you all will get to have
a full night’s sleep like this again
– When he untangles himself from your embrace a whimper
of his name escapes your slightly parted lips
– Ignis is shook
– His breath hitches and he feels a pang in
his chest
– Every morning he has an intense internal battle of
whether to return to his beloved or be reunited with his beloved ebony
– Sadly for you the ebony always wins
– Ignis.exe cannot function properly without his
ebony
Gladiolus
– This time he is the pillow.
– You sleep directly on top of him, head against
his muscular chest while his arms encircle you.
– His hands draw intricate yet gentle patterns
along the skin of your back
– His heartbeat is your lullaby
– It has gotten to the point that you cannot fall
asleep unless you hear the steady beating of his heart. The soft thumping reassures
you of his presence next to you and keeps you from getting lost in your fears
and worries
– Sometimes, if he feels like teasing you, one
hand travels down further to gingerly cup your ass
– Even though it will get him nowhere since the
rest of the boys are in the tent as well
– You playfully roll your eyes which offers a
chuckle from the big guy
– You are only 100% safe from Noct when with him
– Only Gladio has the strength to push Noct away
and thankfully the majority of the time he doesn’t make it all the way to your
side of the tent
– He snores
– Like a freight train
– Thankfully after years of being together you
have become immune to the cacophony
– Now it just sounds like white noise
– THE biggest teddy bear
– He will gently bear hug you and hold you to himself
as close as possible
– He loves how you fit so perfectly into his arms,
his enormous frame surrounding your much smaller one. He knows you are safe within
his embrace where no empire or daemon can take you away from him
– Sometimes he will mumble in his sleep. Oftentimes
it is because he worries (even in the world of dreams) about protecting Noctis,
as well as the rest of you, his duty to the crown, the dangerous road ahead. The
prince’s shield has a lot on his mind.
– If you hear these mumbles you will gently wake
him with a caress of the cheek or a light jostle
– Dreaming
about me? You say with a playful half-smile, sleepy gaze meeting eyes of
amber.
– You’re always
on my mind, babygirl.
– Soft Gladdy is best Gladdy
Bonus:
Umbra
– This good boy will sleep curled into your side
as you are the only one that won’t kick him, squish him, or roar in his ear
while you are asleep.
– Ignis won’t do those things either but he likes
you best.
– Sorry Iggy
– If you are awake when he comes to lay beside
you, you will coo at him and pet him; running your hands through his fur,
giving his belly a good rub, and scratching behind his ears.
– He cherishes these moments of peace between his
messenger duties
– Although he is proud to bring Noctis and Luna
together through their letters, sometimes he just wants to be a dog
Alright! I think i got all of them, but I might have missed a few. I DID read all of them, and was very happy with them even if I didn’t give you a personal response.
Thank you everyone for submitting these! It was a real pleasure.
Our winner though, is @ellohcee I liked that that you not only referenced KH but you did so with puns, just as that Anon did with Lux and Invi. It was smart. If Anon wasn’t anon I would draw for you both because that’s how impressed i am!
Also kudos to all eight of you who just said “vanitas” lol knowing that’s the quickest way to my heart.
You’re all so smooth but that _____ Anon is the smoothest of them all
My Raptor character, I have been meaning to draw again, All thanks to a dear friend of mine, for inspiring me. Here is a censored version, to see the full nudity version, just pop on over to my FA page 🙂
The amazing @just-themys-fanarts has created this beautiful double-sided bookmark for us that will be available with the ‘Countess’ deluxe package!
Also, keep your eyes peeled because on Saturday 9th June we’ll be announcing the packages and pricing! Pre-orders will be live at the end of June (date TBD).
y’all see this scene, which is the front of The High Priestess’s temple in Nadia’s latest book:
so i was looking and looking at it, because generally speaking the devs don’t place things in the backgrounds just for fun; there’s a purpose to most things. for example, in the one of the previous backgrounds made, there’s another hint to a person we’re going to meet sooner or later in the future (dm me because it’s technically a spoiler I learned through a friend who went to a con)
those ‘random symbols’ that don’t look like they mean anything are actually astrological signs – as someone who adores astrology, i would know
you can check my birth chart for proof, the exact same symbols are there
i don’t know what astrology has to do with the arcana but you gotta admit,
B) i know something’s up when i see something
Edit: okay so I just remembered that each of the major arcana actually has a zodiac sign associated with it ans vise versa – somehow, the two are definitely linked to one another
Connor: I’m the android sent by Cyberlife.
Hank: Hi android sent by Cyberlife, I’m Dad.
Connor, scanning Hank’s face: No, you’re Lieutenant Hank Anderson.
Hank: …Shut the fuck up.
(A/N: Since I stopped writing fanfic and only wrote original stories since 13… and now I’m 18, ready to keep up that track record… and then these fucking handsome robo boys showed up. God, I hate myself. But enjoy.)
Word Count: 950+
Connor RK800 x Gender Neutral Reader (It’s the first time I’ve done that, oh boy).
Captain Fowler had given a preemptive warning about this, one that Hank didn’t show up to work for and made Gavin lose his shit so fast that he left for the break room to yell at the coffee machine for being technology.
But you sat diligently and listened about what Captain Fowler said was an ‘honour’ for the Detroit Police Department, in what could only be called the dullest voice possible. You understood what was coming.
And yet nothing could prepare you for this.
“Hello, my name is Connor, I’m the android sent by Cyberlife.”
Jesus Christ, if he was tuned any tighter you’d need a tuning fork.
It wasn’t like you had anything against androids, there was no reason to; in fact, you were rather excited. Your shabby department gets a fucking state of the art prototype? The most human android humanity ever developed?
Sure, capitalizing and enslaving what at this point was unarguably intelligent life, and disturbing how far humans would go to push work onto others– All bad things. But your heart still swelled at the idea of such technological advances.
But… For an android meant to harmonize and adapt with people, he was so, so dumb.
Your eyes couldn’t help but wander. Hank is late as usual and his new robo-sidekick is circling around his desk like a puppy. You’re sure he’s just taking the time to analyze his partner based on context clues, but why did it have to look so awkward?
Why did Cyberlife do Connor so dirty with his naturally awkward persona?
Well, he at least makes up for it with a cute face and charm that went over his own head.
“I like dogs.”
It is taking everything in your system not to cry, puckering your lips together and trying to shadow your face from sight. Of course, he likes dogs, he’s the human android equivalent of a dog.
Reed leans over your back on his way from the break room, “laughing it up at homicide cases, eh? Dark but if that’s your poison.” Gavin laughs walking away as your surrounding colleagues looked at you horrified and slightly afraid. You want to make a comment of how they all laugh at those Christmas tree deaths but–
“Do you listen to Knights of the Black Death? I really like that music.”
That was the last straw.
If you didn’t get it out now it would be the most unproductive work day this month, ‘a Hank day’ as you call it. That and much more importantly, every part of your body was screaming in desire.
Hank, disgruntled old man per usual responds as such, “You listen to heavy metal?”
With a strong thrust of your feet and the newly bought office chair with gliding wheels (and perfectly shaped to your butt but that’s not relevant), you slide over to the duo’s desks with too much ease; so much that you knock into the table.
Gripping onto Connor’s side of the table as your chair topples over, you manage to hold you and your chair in place in a half fallen state, you yelled.
“he liSTENS TO HEAVY METAL CAUSE HE’S MADE OF HEAVY METAL!”
Hank just stares at your heaving, already far too sweaty body, and sighs that old man sigh. It has begun.
“Oh Hank, don’t get your circuits in a twist.” Were you still in the process of falling? Yes, but this was so much more important. You got the more intense old man sigh you demanded.
You eye the box of doughnuts on his side of the table, “Wow Hank, looks like you’ve gotta real Hankering for sweets today.”
“If you don’t go back to your desk right now, you’re my next homicide case.”
“That sounds temp–” Before you can finish making a bet on your life, the android that’s been trying to analyze your truly unexpected antics speaks up.
“Lieutenant Anderson, is the implication that you are going to kill this detective?”
Hank’s eyes scroll right, off you and onto Connor, he deadpans, “Obviously.”
“That is a felony, Lieutenant.”
This is the most amazing dog you’ve ever met.
Letting your chair fall beneath you, you get up and straighten yourself out, “Yeah Lieutenant, murder is a felony, whatcha gonna do about it?”
Hank looks at you with the least emotion a human has ever had, you consider the possibility that he’s a closet android as he turns back to his computer without a sound.
Speaking of androids, you turn your head to the real android in the bullpen, the one who has been moving his head frantically, following every move you made.
“Sorry, I never formally introduced myself.” You pause and look at him, he knows everything about you already, you’re certain, but he still waits pensively for your introduction. With that in mind, you hold out your hand, and you do your best to neutralize your faces natural ticks.
“Hello, my name is [Y/N], I’m the human sent by my mom.”
That earns the smallest ‘heh’ from Hank, and after the indicator on Connor’s forehead switches back to blue from yellow, you also earn the most uncomfortable smile on God’s great earth.
And you love it.
Connor takes your hand and gives it a firm, resume-worthy handshake.
All you can think of is how you can sign yourself onto this dog and old man duo because you just need more.
“I hope we get along well, detective.” His glowing, psychotic smile grows.
All he can think of is that you’re the first human to ever offer him their hand.
“Also, for future reference, I’m actually made of a compilation of alloys and hard plastics, making me rather light.”
(A/N: Tell me if you liked it??? Check out my main account?? Aah? I honestly would’ve never seen myself writing fanfic but after refreshing the tags like every day and only getting wee morsels to save me, I had to take it upon myself. So like, if you enjoy, follow me cause I am going to write more for myself anyways– Maybe even request something to get my brain going?? Do you want a sequel to this?? Fanfic is so wild I feel like a newborn deer.)
Summary: Ever since you saw Hank try his hands at Connor’s coin tricks, you decide you should give it a shot. Androids make everything look so damn easy.
Requested by: anonymous
Author’s note: the moment y’all been waiting for…here’s my first Connor fic!! asjdsjalkd thank u for all the patience you have given me. i got more on the way, don’t u worry. soft boyfr times
“Come on, dammit!”
Connor makes his coin tricks look effortless. Like a painter on their easel, he had become a master at his craft. Though, for you, the trick didn’t come naturally at all. You never showed interest in learning the “magic” behind your boyfriend’s coin tricks until you’ve spied on Hank attempting to flick the coin from one hand to another. With newfound determination, instead of automatically nailing the tricks, you were met with the trials and errors of dropping the coin mid-toss. Your stubborn ass felt the need to become a professional in one go.
Or, with little practice as possible; which was turning into a nightmare.
Author’s Note: As a person who really likes witchcraft, I figured I could do a Connor x Witch Reader out of both curiosity and boredom.
Summary: Although you were young, you were the youngest detective to have entered the DPD, with your “gift”. When you greet a detective android, science, and magic collide.
No one had expected a young person to act so professionally when dealing with criminals. But surprisingly, you kept your cool under many busts of red ice and cold-blooded homicides. You solved so many cases, and some even questioned, “How does she do it?”
Well, you weren’t any ordinary human, that’s for sure.
You were a witch, meaning you have a bit of magic in your blood. Ever since birth, you have been secretive about it so you can live among everyone else peacefully. Ever since CyberLife has distributed their androids, not that many people believe in magic anymore, which is great because you can use your magic in public a bit more confidently. Granted, there are some stares, but most of the time they return to their business.
The only time where you confessed for having magic was Hank. You knew that he wouldn’t believe you anyway, and would continue getting himself wasted.
“Show me.” He muttered, sitting in his desk chair in the precinct. Your brows went up at that command, most likely because you can’t do anything with police officers looking at you every minute.
“Hank…A police department might not be the best place to show you,” You began, “I would need to do it somewhere private. Like at night!” Hank nodded his head and took a few minutes to think about it.
“I don’t have any cases at the moment-”
“Lieutenant?” Your head twisted at the sound of the voice, immediately shutting your mouth of what you were talking about with the hungover man.
You could already tell that he was an android because of his… everything. You didn’t need magic to tell you that he was an android because he had a special CyberLife uniform, his LED, and the way he spoke. You were quite hurt over how Hank didn’t mention to you having an android for a partner. Before, you remembered that Hank hated androids.
“Shit. I forgot to introduce you to Connor. Y/N, Connor. Connor, Y/N.” You kept looking at Connor. You’ve never seen an android of his model before.
“I’ve never seen your type before…” You tilted your head in curiosity. You looked at the left side of his jacket and it said ‘RK800′. ‘Interesting,’ you thought to yourself. You only gave a small smile at him.
“It’s good to meet you, detective L/N.” Not knowing what to do, Connor stuck his hand out as an order of greeting. You politely shook his hand and-
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Connor detected something unusual once he shook your hand. He couldn’t comprehend it. He did a quick scan of himself and of you. He, of course, was fine, but you weren’t. You weren’t an android. So he concluded you were a human, but you weren’t completely human? He furrowed his brows in confusion.
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On the inside, you were panicking heavily. He was confused about something. Did you do something wrong? Can androids detect your magic?
“Connor, what the hell?” Hank shook Connor’s shoulders a little bit to bring him back to the real world. Connor was brought back, confusion still leaving traces on his face, but now calm.
“Sorry. I thought there was something wrong.” You pouted. This android was special, considering he’s only a prototype distributed only for criminal investigations. But then again, how would he react? Androids were made of pure technology and science, how could they react to magic? You kept your cool, for you didn’t want yourself to look so suspicious.
“Well, how about we just go to the park tonight and walk Sumo or something?” Hank suggested, breaking the ice a little.
You nodded happily, “I would love to, plus I miss Sumo!” You smiled, much more brightly this time. Hank only chuckled at your childish antics. He knew how much you loved Sumo, and you would always visit for the sole purpose of taking care of Sumo whenever Hank was out.
Sumo ran around the park, sniffing everything and everyone in curiosity. You three were sitting on a bench, watching Sumo being the dog he is. You looked up at the starry night sky and noticed that while stars glittered around the night, you noticed that it was a full moon. ‘An even better night,’ you noted.
“So Y/N, are you gonna show us or what?” Hank said, growing impatient. Connor looked at Hank in confusion, “What will detective L/N be showing us?” The android asked.
“Apparently she knows ‘Magic’,” Hank air quoted, “But in an age full of robots I fucking doubt it. I’d rather see it for myself.”
You gulped and stood up, looking at your surroundings. You slightly glanced at Hank’s secret flask poking out of his pocket. Smirking, you raised your arm up and swiftly pulled it down, your arm in the direction of Hank with your hand reaching out for something.
With an invisible force, the flask moved to your hand, you grasping at it hard. You also started to be a bit daring, and let the flask go, but the flask stayed where it was – floating in the air. You moved your hand in different directions as the container followed you. It was one of the first spells you successfully mastered and used throughout your life. It was useful for a lot of things like pranks.
You turned around to look at the two police officers, and both of them were in shock. Hank didn’t want to believe it, but it was true – he knows someone that does magic.
But Connor – Connor was the most surprised. He couldn’t find a reason how and why that would happen just from the movements of your arms.
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Frustrated, Connor stood up and demanded, “How can you do that? It’s impossible to do something like that! H-How is it possible…” The man looked defeated. You patted his shoulder and affirmed, “Nobody knows how magic works Connor. There are lots of different theories, but in the end, no one knows. You two are the only ones that I’ve shown this to…” You hung your head low in shame. You were ready to hear the words of discrimination and shame to your face.
Instead, you were brought to a warming hug, by an old police lieutenant and an android investigator.
You silently let the tears flow out of your eyes, out of happiness.
“Thank you,” You hugged the two back as tightly as you can, “Thank you so much.”
When they pulled back you had the warmest smile that melted the two men’s heart.
Hank ruffled your hair, “Welcome to the family, Y/N.” You could see Hank smiling slightly, which is a sight so rare to see.
“I may not fully grasp the idea of magic…but I would like to learn more with you.” Connor smiled at you, and deep inside, you were blushing your magical little heart out.
With Sumo following you three, you all returned to Hank’s home, with you showing small tricks and spells. Connor was so fascinated by this new area of knowledge, he was lost in both your magic and the face of happiness you had while performing these amazing spells.
Since my computer is broken I’m writing a little one-shot to celebrate (suffer through) the heat 😉
A heat wave had hit Detroit. The hottest on record, to be exact. Androids had been lucky enough to not feel the strain of the sun all that much, because humans were outright suffering through it. You were one of the unlucky few whose air conditioning had broken down right before the heat wave–a curse, honestly. You were heat sensitive. The weather would surely kill you.
Despite knowing a mechanic would be coming by the end of the week to repair your unit, you couldn’t help but complain. The heat made you grouchy, sweaty. The only reprieve was when you went to work every day, or when Connor was over. He could could lower his body temperature for you for short times–it wasn’t much, but it was something. Like pressing your face to the outside of a refrigerator, generally cool but still unable to compete with your baking apartment. He was trying his best.
Even night time had become unbearable. You were forced to sleep in your living room with as many fans as you find. Your bedroom had one window and that wasn’t nearly enough to circulate air, not by a long shot. During the day your room was transformed into an oven and at night it was stuffy and stale. Connor had offered to fix the air conditioning unit himself, but your landlord refused to let Androids touch anything. You were just lucky he tolerated Connor enough to let him over, though you wondered why he even stayed to begin with–he was partly why the repairs were taking so god damn long. Who could find a human mechanic in this city now?
Regardless, Connor was over again after working at the station. You were sprawled out on the floor, claiming it was cooler down there on the carpet. He knew not to argue with you, he couldn’t really feel the heat like you could. He simply decided to lie down next to you, hand stroking your face with a blessedly cool touch. Thank god he could cool himself, you wouldn’t be able to handle it if he was warm. Cuddling his cooled body was the only saving grace.
You stared at the ceiling, listening as Connor told you about his day, his coworkers, about Jericho. Androids were slowly being accepted, and Detroit was gaining more and more humans willing to learn to live with the deviants. You had been accepting from the beginning, but it was nice to hear humans were coming around. Honestly, living in a city with several Androids was so relaxing. They were kind, understanding, and more human than any human you had met.
Times were changing, and you were more than happy just to have Connor in your life.
Despite that happiness, you groaned, closing your eyes and trying to ignore the warm air closing in on you on the floor. Fuck, it was like death in the apartment. You were half tempted to go stay at Hank’s like Connor suggested. You just…didn’t want to burden the older man with it. You couldn’t help but be affectionate with Connor, you didn’t want Hank uncomfortable.
Connor looked at you with warm brown eyes, opting for a tank top and jeans in the warm weather. God, it looked good on him. Any normal clothes looked good on him. You had dragged him out to ship for new clothes at some point after discovering he only opened like…Two of the same type of suit. As a person, he deserved to wear several different outfits to suit his personality.
“Are you alright, (Y/K)?” He asked in a concerned tone, “You have been staying hydrated, have you not? I have not observed you drinking water in the last hour, perhaps it would be best too–”
“I’m okay, Connor,” you sighed in reply, “it’s just so…hot.”
“I know, dearest,” he hummed, sounding very patient with you as his LED swirled yellow, “The weather is reporting today as the hottest day of the year–over one hundred–”
You groaned louder, covering your ears, “I don’t want to know. ..!”
Connor smiled softly, apologetically, “Regardless, please remember to drink water as much as possible. And eat, when you sweat you lose salt.”
You mumbled a reply, mind wandering as you contemplated where you could go to escape the warmth. You didn’t have many friends in the city outside of Connor, Hank, and a few deviants. You couldn’t stay with Markus and North–they were newly weds now, there was no way you could impose. Maybe you should move? Find a better apartment with a better landlord. One who would fix the AC when needed.
Another groan escaped you. This was the absolute worst, you knew without a doubt. You planted your face into the carpet, hating how much the plush material absorbed heat. It had seemed or nice in the winter when your cold toes touched the plush floor, but now…
“This is how I die,” You mumbled, “I’m melting…bury me in Antarctica, or Greenland, where it’s cold and–”
You were suddenly flipped onto your back with a squeak, hands pinned on either side of your head and a weight settled on your waist–Connor loomed over you, holding you down. A heated expression was on his face, usually calm expression replaced a an exasperated look mixed with lust.
“Keep complaining about the temperature,” he said in a ragged tone, one filled with promise…or warning, “And I’ll give you a real reason to feel hot.”
You flushed red, arousal immediately coiling inside you at his words. Fuck, he knew just what turned you on–you hadn’t anticipated that your words would have this effect on him. Though, in retrospect…you hadn’t made love in days because of the weather. You didn’t once consider that Connor might miss it, hell, you yourself just realized how much you missed it. Your body ached when he touched you but, fuck, the heat made any physical activity unbearable.
“Fuck, ” you whimpered, shivering when he ran his tongue over your overly warm skin, “I take it back, this will be what kills me.”
Connor chuckled, swiping his tongue over his lips, “We can’t have that, can we?” He leaned back, a sly smile on his lips–smug android, he knew what effect he had on you, “Your skin tastes interesting when you sweat. May I make a suggestion?”
You purposely squirmed under him, watching his breath catch at the friction it provided, “I’m listening,” you breathed.
He pressed down harder on you, looking like he himself would be sweating if he could.
“I can take you to the station for a tour,” he said, emphasis on the word ‘tour’, “And we can spend some…quality time there for a while. No one will really be there at this time of night.”
You smiled, nervousness and anticipation stirring inside you. You knew what he had in mind, and it was exciting to say the least. You had never in your life thought of getting intimate in a public place, but the very notion somehow…excited you more. Plus all the implications of screwing around in a police station? It left you aching, wanting. You could imagine thousands of scenarios involving your Detective boyfriend Connor, interrogating you, the cold metal of a table in front of you…
“I must admit,” you mumbled, “The thought of you bending me over an interrogation table is pretty fucking excit–”
You didn’t even finish your sentence before he had you flung over his shoulder, carrying you toward the door as you giggled the whole way.
AN: just something small to keep yall satisfied while my computer tries to live. It’s too fucking hot.
blizzard accidentally tricked people into thinking overwatch has lore and we all have to suffer forever because of it
overwatch DOES have lore and that lore is that hammond fucks
I love watching people losing their shit over Overwatch not having lore and writing that makes sense, because I’ve been playing World of Warcraft for over ten years now, and anybody who follows Warcraft lore knows that Blizzard can’t cobble together decent writing for anything. Even if they do have something good going, they undo it at later time by having characters do something completely unbelievable for them to do.
Just wait until you get into pointless character deaths, Overwatch fandom. You’ll hate Blizzard so, so much….yet you’ll still play their game and not understand why. You’ll hope it’ll get better, but it won’t get better. Because it’s Blizzard.
Casual Sombra fanart! I love drawing her her colors are so much fun! Thinking maybe Brigitte next?
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Literally, McCree would just wake up on morning and find glasses on Sombra because she lost one eye contact and he’s just staring at her in disbelief. She doesn’t want to make it a big deal but McCree likes how she looks with them on. Although, he’s curious as to why she never mentioned them before.
McCree doesn’t speak the first time he finds the human, but Sombra does her best to sweet talk him into letting her leave unharmed. Which she does, but she returns and tries to steal some of his gold horde, but is caught red handed. That’s when he first speaks:
“Stealing from a dragon? You are either very bold, or very ignorant, human.”
This freaks Sombra out a little, because his voice is deep and growling and nearly booms off of the cavern walls. Sombra tries to make up a noble reason for stealing gold, but when he demands the truth, she simply tells him his horde is very precious and she’s very fond of precious things.
The dragon is very intimidating, but he only tells her to never return. Curious as to why she’s not immediately turned into a heap of black ashes, she follows him back to the lava pool and asks questions. Sombra thought the dragons were all slain. McCree huffs out smoke at this, but doesn’t answer.
That sounds cute. Too bad I can’t draw dresses to save my damn life. Maybe I’ll commission this idea. I just gotta find some artists who are 1) open and 2) draw cute girls
here you go, anon! I really loved this request but I never could envision the pose. I ended up using a reference because I really wanted to see this idea finally done. 💚💜
Basically a silly thing where Genji is teaching Sombra Japanese. After teaching her how to say her name, she says it, only for him to correct her and tell her that her name is ‘Olivia’ 😊
My Japanese is very rusty so forgive any mistakes, please!!
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