I too am vertically challenged, so I assume they’d treated them very similar to how i’m treated by my tall friends.
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Noctis
“Need some help with that?” Noctis would asked playfully, only to get a sassy little pout in return.
“I’m already up here!” You would replied, already standing on the countertops to get whatever you needed, knowing that the Prince put it up there so he could make fun of you. Despite you only being 5 foot, your Prince Charming stood at a beautiful 5 foot 9.
Making him perfect model height, and the Prince of high reach places. Snagging your chips, you turned back towards your boyfriend already knowing where he was standing, directly underneath you, as you dropped them on his face before starting your journey of climbing down the countertops.
“Aww, I love my tiny sweetie.” Noctis would mockingly coo, as he held your chips above his head, out of your reach, resulting in you bouncing and clinging to him to get them back.
That is a very good question. Did this one a little diff though
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It had started to rain, as the four men sat around the hotel room, playing some horrid Truth Teller app that one of them had downloaded. It started out simple enough, ‘What did you wanna be going up?’ ‘What’s your favorite color?’ ‘If you could have any pet in the world what would it be?’. Yet as the night continued on and they got further into the game it started taking a more intimate twist asking more raunchy and sexual questions. Until this doozy came along:
“Who is your ideal threesome partner?”
They had attempted to skip the question, the question remained. They tried to shut the phone off and have it reboot, still, the same question remained.
“Whelp, guess we gotta answer it,” Prompto muttered softly, his face red at the question.
I believe these two go together…This one just kept being the same story, so I made it an OT4 +1 because I kept forgetting who I was writing lol.
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Your head lulled softly to the side as you hissed weakly, trying to recall how it was that you got in this situation. Your eyes felt heavy and you felt like you were going to go under again, a soft pant escaping your body, as you coughed up blood again, destroying the beautiful dress that you were gifted from your boyfriends for tonight’s Gala, but they never got to see you in it.
Since all of them had to be at the Citadel much earlier than yourself, they stated that they would send a car to gather you. Only the car that arrived was actually a trap set for you. Those within the Prince’s entourage are often seen as bargaining chips. You heard one of the kidnappers say something along that line.
“Are you awake?”
You flinched at that voice, the slight motion causing your bindings to tighten further around you and have you muffle a cry in pain. This man was the worse.
“Do let me know if you’re feeling unwell.” The man chuckled, “Tsk, it looks like you’ve gotten blood all over your pretty dress.”
You let out another cry as he grabbed your hair, yanking your head back so you were forced to look to the man.
“Why the harsh look, I’ve been treating you very well since you’ve joined us last night.”
Last night, it was already in the morning, how long were you out? Your eyes turned to the redhead man as he still had a hold of your hair. How long was he going to keep you here, and you had to wonder, if or when he would get rid of you.
A/N: Yes, hello, would you like 2660 words of word vomit for a demon au that no one asked for? Of course not, but here it is! Dedicated to @spheri just because.
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You always had to mentally prepare yourself for days whenever you had to visit the Citadel for work. Honestly, you suspected that people relied on you because they thought you were fearless. Of course, that wasn’t the case. You were human, waltzing into a den of demons—there was fear, but you weren’t about to let it get in the way of your work.
The car had dropped you off at the front gate where you went through the check-in process, handing over all your identification documents and pinning a badge to your front pocket, fully visible to anyone you passed. You made sure it was pinned properly; it was the only thing that was protecting you. As far as you knew to your eyes it looked like a badge, but to a demon, it was meant to a warning beacon, ‘this is one is to be unscathed’, but you felt like it was more, ‘this one is meant to be important and therefore likely more fun to play with’.
So I’m thinking of writing another FFXV fic where the Reader is from modern world and falls into the world of the game (on their second or whatever playthrough) because long live isekai. Anyways, what I want to know is if people would prefer if the fic has individual romantic scenes with everyone and one Chocobro as the “endgoal” or if you would prefer to focus solely on one Chocobro relationship (I can’t write poly because it’s too much work for my free time). Also which Chocobro you would want the Reader to end up with. Under the cut is a snippet of the introduction so you can get an idea.
Game Night With the Chocobros! Pt. 1: The snack situation.
This is not serious at all.
OK well as soon as someone suggested game night, you knew that the whole food situation was going to be a hellish task for Ignis. So when he asks you if you could assist him (he’s a real busy guy), your eyes rolled right out of your skull and down the sidewalk like that ravioli can in the old Chef Boyardee commercial.
Although you did your best (your best meaning you texted them all about what they wanted to have for dinner that night, and then let them battle it out while you were at work.) they all seemed to have different ideas about what was appropriate. Prom and Noct were very excited about the idea of just having a snack marathon until they passed out on your floor in front of the TV. Iggy thought it’d be better if you all had an actual meal. Yanno how that man’s always looking out for nutrition. That’s just part of his job.
You came home from work on the second day to an Ignis who was ready to eat his own gloves in frustration, practically begging the group chat to AT LEAST agree on some form of dinner with substance. Something. Anything more than what was at your nearest convenient store.
Gladio was rather quiet. Occasionally those three little dots appeared next to his name and then disappeared as if he had something to say and was too afraid to say it.
Prompto conveniently dropped out of the chat when he realized that he could not diffuse the situation with silly gifs of cats.
“We cannot survive off of cheese puffs and monster energy alone. You do this every night.” Ignis insisted. “Choose an actual meal. I doubt our friend wants to spend all of their earnings on snacks for you.”
“No!” Noct replied, and continued just to piss Iggy off even further. “I want my insides to rot! AND I’ll pay Y/N.”
insert obnoxious emoji here.
Gladiolus then sent in one simple text that saved your entire life, and kind of made you want to kiss him a little.
“Y/N, just order a damn pizza. Now, would you all shut up? It’s 11pm.”
So that’s it right? A couple of pizzas would totally be fine. What a great idea! Right?
Right?
The day comes where you’re all piled into your tiny living room. The bros are all off to the side trying to agree on the first game of the night while you’re slouched into the crease in the sofa, listing off topping after topping as slowly as you can for the poor, clueless teenager taking your order.
It’s a surprising amount of pizza for only five people, but then again your four besties are still growing boys. Young men? Whatever. Gladio can easily down two pizzas without even thinking about it, and Noctis can just inhale around a cardboard box and vacuum up any food that might be inside so yanno. Gotta be prepared.
Anyways. Noctis shuffles up beside of you at one point, a little closer than usual, but you don’t think much of it because the dude on the other end of the phone has gotten Prompto’s order wrong three times in a row now and you’re cursing the whole restaurant for not having an online order option like civilized folk.
It’s not until his chin lands on your shoulder that you really notice his presence, and one glance over shows you that he’s sporting the biggest, shiniest Caelum puppy dog eyes™ that he can manage. His stupid, wobbling bottom lip is almost cute. It would have definitely been cute, if you couldn’t smell the deception from a mile away.
“Noctis?” You sigh, already exhausted as you politely cover the phone’s mic.
“Yes, Y/n?”
“You’re not about to ask if I can go get snacks for you when I’m already buying pizza, right?”
“Weeeelllll.” This prince is so spoiled and you can’t blame anyone bc you’re definitely part of the problem. You’re genuinely going to put your shoes on and go to the convenient store in your PJ’s for him.
Again.
Ignis whips his head around a full 180 degrees and makes eye contact with you just as you snatch your keys up, and before you can make up some ridiculous excuse he’s holding out a list for you to take with you.
This man tried his best, and still prepared for y’all to be covered in Cheeto dust by the end of the night. In his eyes you see pain. A deep sadness.
The list is fairly simple. Chips. A few candy bars. A six pack of soda. (A can of Ebony.) Easy.
Then you had to go and be a good friend and ask the room for any other suggestions. What a mistake.
Noct snatches the list from your hands like a rabid racoon, chicken scratching a long line of items down the page as if you have enough arms to carry the bags it will take to hold it all.
When you look at the new additions to the list all you have to ask is: “Aren’t redvines and twizzlers like the same thing?”
To which he replies, “I could have you killed for that, you know.”
Gladiolus at first says he doesn’t really need anything special, but grasps you by the arm on your way out to declare almost desperately that he “needs shrimp chips” or he “might die by the end of the night.”
Gladio really has a thing for specifically sea food flavored crisps, and the store by your home has his favorite brand. They’re not bad tasting honestly, but they leave your house smelling like a fishy puddle for days.
Prompto, bless him, offers to go with you to help out but you decline, pocketing your list and speed walking to the door before anyone can make another request.
Because if you stay in this room for much longer someone’s probably gonna ask for you to bring them a human kidney and you won’t even question it.
You’re halfway down the hall before Prom’s head pops out of your apartment door, hands cupped around his mouth in a makeshift megaphone. There’s not even a little bit of an apology in his voice as he SCREAMS.
“Ice cream, please!!!”
Now you might be asking “Why can’t the bros just go with you?” And the answer to that is simple.
Going. To. Any. Kind. Of. Shop. With. Them. Is. Hell. On. Earth.
The last time you tried it they argued the whole damn time. The younger two disappeared for half an hour and came back with a cart stuff full of half price donuts. Gladio hit on the person at the register in hopes for a discount, and somehow ended up costing you guys more. Prompto broke the slushy machine and ended up slipping in it.
Poor Iggy looked like a parent who was so torn down and ready to send his children off to military school, and you hate putting him under stress when he’s already got one of the hardest jobs as it is.
At least when they’re at your house you know they’re not going to be able to get into much trouble. Sure, they could probably set the place on fire but at this point you’ll take your chances.
You manage to find pretty much everything on the list in record time (and even get a few things for yourself with Noct’s rich-boy-royalty credit card if u catch my drift).
(You’re almost through shopping when your phone pings, and at first you think it’s the pizza guy needing directions to your place.)
(Nope.)
(You’re a sucker for the Pocky game excuse.)
Good news!
When you get back to the apartment Noct is so happy that he’s kinda vibrating in place as he looks over his bags of non-nutritious treasures.
Prompto rips open an ice cream bar and does this little dance that Gladio copies just bc it’s funny.
It makes Ignis laugh, and your stomach does this wobbly “oh my god my friends are the best” thing.
So honestly? You feel like you’ve done well. You donea good thing, you think.
At least until tomorrow, when you’ll be picking candy wrappers out of your window blinds and swiffering crumbs off of every surface in the damn place.
Ding, ding!
You better get the door before Gladdy tries to flirt with the pizza guy and ask for a discount.
WARNINGS: None really. Just some boys being flustered and silly.
The Case of Noctis –
What’s the best way to wake up a Sleeping Beauty? You kiss him, of course!
Of course, it’s best to be careful not to kiss anyone who happens to be asleep. That starts getting into some sketch territory.
A sleeping Noctis, however… Well, it takes alot to wake him up. So kissing him and cutting off the oxygen supply works wonders!
He’ll eventually wake up, eyes wide, face reddening, desperate for the chance to recollect his breath. That, and the fact that he has someone so close to him just really flusters him.
Doesn’t matter who they are, the boy’s been starved for physical attention. At least attention that doesn’t involve Ignis harassing him to put sunscreen on.
He’ll get flustered at such a gesture, but be gentle with him. He’s an embarrassed boy.
The Case of Prompto –
It’s hard to get Prompto’s attention whenever he’s on a roll with things.
Oh look! A butterfly! Gotta take a picture of it and the seven hundred other awesome subjects!
One must find a way to capture and stun him if one wishes for his attention and a break from the never-ending photo frenzy.
So you kiss him and just watch as his body locks itself into a stasis, seizing up to where it’s practically a statue.
He just stares, face reddening, but his attention is now fully locked onto the trapper. A good method of getting his focus, because now all he can think about was how he was kissed.
Unless he’s the one to have kissed you to begin with, he’ll freeze again if he’s kissed once more. And yet, he’s weird enough to ask for another body-numbing kiss…
The Case of Ignis –
If Ignis isn’t doing his work, then he’s usually desperate trying to find something to occupy his time. Kinda like Prompto, but with purpose.
But once he starts working, he tends not to put down the task until he’s completely finished – even if he’s not finished for the next thousand and a half years.
To distract him from a task – for infiltration reasons or simply because you want the handsome man’s attention – find a way to slip in between his work and his focus. (That sounds naughty!)
So take the glasses off his face, catch as his head turns to where they disappeared to, and boom! Make connections!
He’ll pause at first, but he’s smart and knows why usually someone decided to kiss him so suddenly. So he’ll abide and kiss back most of the times. Unless he’s doing something really dangerous like knife stuff.
It’s when he becomes more attentive to things beyond his work, and is more welcoming to someone sitting with him (or on him, if you’re like that) as he’s doing work. He enjoys the conversation, after all.
The Case of Gladiolus –
Okay, not gonna like, but nothing really surprises him. And if anything, he’s probably the surprise kisser. When you least expect it, BOOM. Smooching time.
It’s usually hard to outwit the master, but it’s not impossible. It usually requires a good amount of mental strategy before you can take down the Goliath.
The strategy is simple – catch him when he’s not catching you. The feign grumpiness is a good strategy, because then he’ll be more concerned about not having anything rather than giving anything.
Curl up into a ball, bury your face into a pillow – he’ll let his guard down because he’s not thinking about surprise smooching you. Then, you strike!
Be warned though, one must tell him they were deceiving him – otherwise he’ll still be concerned, or he’ll retaliate by making sure they’re telling the truth (VIA a piece of the champ. WONK.).
But then again, he’d probably smother you with affection even if you did tell him you just wanted a victory over him… Hm…
The Case of Ravus –
Is it even socially acceptable to try kissing the infamous humanoid embodiment of the grumpy cat meme? Perhaps not, but someone should still try anyways!
It would most likely end up one of three ways: Ravus freezing, Ravus returning a kiss, or Ravus slugging the poor sucker so hard in the fact that they took will need an MT replacement part on them.
At least one person’s been subjugated to each other. Whom they are is a whole different story.
But say the criminal smoocher is on good terms with Ravus, he’d probably end up a bit stunned out of the sheer surprise of it.
But nobody escapes without some sort of punishment (or reward, because it’s probably not that bad either). So expect to be kissed in return.
Is it gentle? Is it rough? Well, it depends on who you are again. If you’re Ardyn, then boy – you’re gonna hurt in the morning.
omg this sounds so fun!! thank you for this and sorry if it took a while!
also, if anyone gets the inspiration of the Gladio drabble…… NOICE
“Noctis, stop it!” you hissed, attempting to pin his flailing arms down in the most gentle manner you could exert.
He shot you a goofy grin as he watched you unlock the door to his apartment. You twisted the door knob and pushed the door open, signalling him to get his high ass inside.
His brows furrowed at the sight of the living room. “This isn’t my room.”
You sighed heavily, “No, it’s your living room, genius.”
“That’s–That’s no way to… to talk to your k-king!” he slurred, walking over to you while you set your things down on the dining table. He snuck up behind you and wrapped his arms around your waist, burying his face in the crook of your neck. “I believe the of–official term is–” he hiccuped, “Your Highness.”
“My apologies, Your Highness.” You shook your head as you concealed your laughter, “Please get your royal butt into your bedroom, change into some comfy clothes, and lie down. I just have to fix up a few things.”
“Because you asked nicely…” he trailed off as he wobbled his way to the bedroom.
The next 10 minutes passed in silence while you fixed the rest of your boyfriend’s medication for the next couple days. A loud phew left your lips, enjoying the peace you haven’t gotten since that morning. Your boyfriend was finally asleep, meaning you had the next few hours to–
“Y/N!!!!!”
The shrill, horrifying scream of the Prince kicked your survival instincts in full gear as you dropped your phone on the kitchen counter and dashed into the bedroom.
“Noct! Is everything–what the hell, man?!”
A very naked Noctis looked up at you from the floor, sitting in front of his open cabinet.
“I don’t know,” he hiccuped again, “how to put on pants.”
He flashed you a cheeky smile, but you honestly couldn’t tell if he was doing this on purpose or if he was really just that out of it.
From that angle, you could swear you could count literally every freckle spread across Prompto’s cheeks and nose. His face was way too close to yours that it would’ve been creepy if you two weren’t dating.
“You’re the prettiest Chocobo in the whole of Eos,” he mumbled.
Your lips quirked into a smile, but your knitted eyebrows made it obvious how confused that supposed compliment made you. “Uh, thanks?”
His eyes began to flutter like like the wings of a dragonfly, “You practically saved me from a life or death…” he trailed off, “What do you call those things… when a thing happens?”
“… Situations?”
“Sichwens!” he repeated-ish after you. “I’m sooooooo lucky to have you, my little Chocoboo.” He gasped, “Youuuuuu, Chocoboooo–it rhymes!”
“I’m glad you think my efforts of bringing you to the dentist and back is heroic, babe,” you replied.
Prompto hugged you even closer, snuggling up to you and practically resting his face on your chest. “Your tits are sooooo squishy,” he commented, obviously enjoying the sensation as he rubbed his cheek against the fabric of your tank top. “They’re like… a Chocobo’s butt.”
“And that’s enough of that,” you quickly said as you cupped his face to meet him at eye level. “Why don’t you take a nap?”
He shook his head, “Not sleepy,” but his facial expression said otherwise.
“Alright, then I’ll bore you to sleep.”
“You never bore me.”
Even if high Prompto had the sexual confidence sober Prompto didn’t have on a casual basis, he remained as sweet as ever. His simple response made the heat rise to your cheeks, and your pathetic attempt at hiding it didn’t work on him at all.
“Look at you,” he giggled, pointing at your cheeks. “You’re so red! Just like Noct’s red chocobo lure!”
He erupted in lazy laughter, and based on the tears swelling up in the corners of his eyes, you could tell he was having a great time laughing at his own joke. You laughed at him (mind you, not exactly with him) for a little bit, but once his laughter died down, his face scrunched in perplexity.
“What’s so funny?”
“Come on, big guy.”
You guided Gladio into the bathroom with one hand, holding a set of clean clothes with the order. You closed the toilet seat and sat him down, setting the pajama set on top of the counter.
“Alright, I’m gonna take off your fatigues and dress you in more comfortable clothing,” you notified him.
He simply nodded, slightly swaying left and right while his eyes took in his surroundings. As you peeled off his leather button up, he shifted his focus on you. A soft hum escaped him while you turned around to grab his shirt.
“Something on your mind, Gladdy?” you asked, pushing his head through the slot of the shirt.
He crinkled a smile that reached all the way up to his eyes, “Nope.”
You patted his bulky arms upwards, helping him shoot those insane guns through the armholes. Another hum echoed his chest as your hands moved down to his pants, and you couldn’t help but shake your head.
“Wow, even a trip to the dentist won’t keep you from thinking such impure thoughts.”
“Says the one taking off my pants.”
You rolled your eyes at his sass and you successfully pulled his pants off. “How are you still acting significantly normal?” you asked him. “I kind of expected you to be all over the place.”
Gladio slightly lifted his butt from the covered seat as you pulled the waistband of the joggers up. “These muscles need more than a few injections of anaesthesia to wind them down, babe,” he winked. “You would know.”
“I would,” you agreed, “but right now you need to rest.”
Usually he’d argue with you and tell you he can take another round or two, but this time, he stood up and followed you into the bedroom. With his left arm over you, you slowly walked him over to the bed. You bend your knees, cautiously reaching over to set your phone down on the table when your beefy boyfriend’s dead weight pushed you backwards on the mattress.
“Shit!” you whispered. “Gladio!”
You patted his cheek, his back, his shoulders–all the inches of skin that didn’t touch the fabric of his clothing.
No dice.
“… Shit.”
“I must cook supper!” Ignis insisted.
He left the bed for what seemed like the fourth, fifth, sixth–you didn’t even know at that point–time that night and stumbled over to the kitchen. Your eyes flew open at the bed’s sudden weight shift and caught a glimpse of the Royal Adviser leaving your bedroom.
“Oh Six,” you groaned to yourself as you shuffled out of bed. You followed him into the kitchen and closed the cabinets above him. “Iggy,” you sighed, “It’s almost 2 in the morning. No one’s hungry.”
“Nonsense!” he retorted, lifting his right index finger up and pushing his non-existent glasses upwards. “Noct needs his vegetables.”
“He isn’t here.”
“Well then, I’m sure Prompto wouldn’t mind a midnight snack.”
You shook your head, “Not here either, buddy.”
“Ah, then Gladio’s company shall suffice!”
“Iggy!” you groused, “It’s just you and me. We’re at home, not out camping.”
“Are…” He looked around the kitchen swiftly and back over at you. “Are you sure, dear?”
“Yes, now can we please go back to bed?”
He yawned, “Of course.”
You sighed in relief and brought him back to your bedroom. You gently tucked him back in bed, covering his long statue with the blanket and kissing him goodnight. His eyes closed almost immediately, giving you time to take a piss before sleeping the rest of the night away.
Upon drying your hands, you exited the bathroom and turned off the light behind you. Your eyes adjusted to the room’s darkness as you made your way to bed. You pulled the covers over yourself and turned around to cuddle with your KOed boyfriend.
Only, he wasn’t there.
A loud clang echoed from outside and this time, you didn’t hesitate to let him hear your grumbling.
Edited: (I was told “Eskimo” is a racial slur I had no idea, I’m sorry. I thought it was the name of the kiss if I spoke of people I would be more specific. I feel like a horrible person. I changed the named to “Bunny” instead.)
((I’ve decided to combine these two asks – since the prompt the other ask is referring to is ‘Meeting on a Train Ride AU’ I was like…this is perfect, lol
Enjoy! ))
Mcsombra – (#23) Meeting on a Train Ride AU
“Pardon.”
The muffled voice came with a light knock to her compartment door. Sombra turned, finding a Gryffindor boy around her age standing there. Messy brown hair nearly hid equally brown eyes and he had an almost bashful smile on his face. She watched as he slid the door open, staying at the threshold.
“D’ya mind? Looks like every other car is full at th’ moment.”
“Go ahead.”
Sombra watched as his grin broadened and he took the seat opposite of her. She wasn’t really expecting or wanting company but she didn’t have a right to hog an entire compartment to herself.
“Oh, yer from Slytherin,” the boy said, his accent giving him away as American – more than likely from the south. “Usually I see a bunch of ya ridin’ together. How come ya ain’t with the rest of yer House?”
“I like to be alone.”
“Oh.”
Seeing the nervous side glance the boy took, Sombra corrected herself. “At least, I don’t want to be talking an entire train ride. So I like to find a car to myself. But I don’t mind sharing if everywhere else is full.”
“Well, thank ya kindly. I’m surprised I ain’t seen ya at school before.”
She wasn’t too sure what she could say in response to that but shrugged. “We’re probably different years. I’m a fourth year.”
“Ah, yeah, I’m a fifth year.”
“But I’ve seen you.”
“Ya have?”
She wasn’t sure if it was her imagination but Sombra was sure she saw the boy’s chest puff up slightly. “Yes. You’re the Captain of Gryffindor’s Quidditch Team.”
Rubbing his nose, the boy gave a small smirk. “Heh, that’s right! Mighty humbled ya would remember lil’ ol me.”
“I just don’t remember your name.”
She wanted to laugh when his huffing and puffing almost instantaneously deflated. “Well, I reckon ya only heard it a few times during matches…” He sat up, extending his hand. “But th’ name’s Jesse McCree.”
“Sombra,” she supplied, taking his hand and shaking it once.
McCree rose a brow. “’Sombra’, huh? Lemme guess…that what yer friends call ya?”
“No,” she answered, sitting back, looking out of the window at the passing scenery. “That’s what I call myself.”
“Oh? Yer name top secret or somethin’?”
Giving him a side glance, she allowed a small smile to appear over her lips. “You could say that.”
Fixing his robes, the boy smiled back. “Well, hope ya don’t mind if I say ‘hi’ if I ever see ya on the grounds, ‘Sombra’.”
“…I wouldn’t,” she answered quietly, looking up when the familiar noise of squeaky wheels rolling grew louder as it approached their compartment.
”And ya wouldn’t mind if I tried to find out yer actual name?” he asked.
She couldn’t help the small laugh that escaped her throat. “I’m sure anyone in my House can tell you my name.”
He rolled his eyes. “Yeah, but that’s no fun. I wanna hear it from you.”
That caused her to pause once more, staring at him, almost confused with his behavior. “Well…no, I wouldn’t mind.”
“Good! Now if ya don’t mind, I’m famished. I’m gonna get somethin’ off the trolley. Ya want anythin’? My treat, fer disturbin’ yer alone time n all.”
She wanted to refuse but there was something about his smile and laid back personality that had her agreeing. “A chocolate frog. And a Pumpkin Pastie.”
“You got it, darlin’,” the Gryffindor said as he left to catch up with the trolley witch, leaving a very flushed Sombra behind.
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“I think that Gryffindor boy is looking at you,” came the voice of another fourth year sitting next to her.
She placed her goblet down, instead looking up and turning to where the girl was gesturing. Indeed, she saw the same boy from earlier – Jesse McCree, looking at her. There were a few other students around him, trying to get his attention.
They held gazes for a few moments longer until he ended the eye lock with a quick wink, causing Sombra to release a breath she hadn’t realized she’d been holding.
“He fancies you!” the girl claimed, sounding highly amused. “Do you know him?” When Sombra didn’t answer, the girl continued. “Pity he’s a Gryffindor. I heard he’s a cocky one. Isn’t he the Captain of their Quidditch Team?”
She continued eating, pretending to not notice the girl talking to her and having no interest in discussing this with someone whom she barely knows. Instead, she chanced a second glance toward the boy, now invested in a conversation with this fellow Gryffindors, moving his hands as he most likely was retelling a story that he might have told her on the train ride as well.
Jesse McCree. This year would certainly be interesting.
“What’s a Gryffindor doing down in the dungeons, hm?”
Since we’re on the HP AU train…*heh…train*
Just a quick doodle I wanted to make! I honestly see Sombra as either a Slytherin or Ravenclaw, I’m good with either!
These two are the biggest flirts ever, omg. All they do is get into trouble for their constant smooching. And Potions Master O’Deorain catches them during the Yule Ball and they lose a crapton of points for their Houses
AHHH I HAVE SO MANY HEADCANONS I WANNA TALK ABOUT~!!
BG is from one of the Harry Potter video games ❤ I just can’t draw bgs to save my life
This is so damned adorable, like you have no idea TTwTT I can see them getting into trouble whether its kissing or making out in multiple places they shouldnt, being a headache to Moira before/during/after the Yule ball, and so much more hi-jinks XD I can see Sombra as both Ravenclaw and Slytherin as well, but she’d definitely fit in with Slytherin in my opinion >w<
Hello! You didn’t specify whether you wanted me to do headcanons or a scenario, so I just did headcanons because the rest of my requests I got were scenarios, and that would take a while. (Y/n) is also gender-neutral, as no gender was specified. Thank you! Please include more details next time, if you can~
᛫ Bakugou will never admit it to anyone, but he secretly adores cuddles.
᛫ Generally, as the more dominant character in the relationship, he will tend to be the big spoon.
᛫ Still, if he’s had a particularly rough or long day, Bakugou won’t mind being the little spoon, accompanied with measurements and intimate conversation.
᛫ Being a very efficient person, he generally tends to wake up early. If you don’t already wake at the same hour as him, he would go so far as to make you breakfast in bed.
᛫ On some days, if its what the both of you need, he will greatly enjoy laying in bed in the early morning as the sun filters through your blinds, simply cuddling you.
᛫ Most of your cuddles take place in the evening. During the workweek, you two would typically just fall asleep in each other’s arms, limbs tangled together with his strong arms wrapped around you and your head resting on his chest.
᛫ During evenings on weekends, he would typically enjoy spending more time with you, cooking dinner or taking relaxing baths. If he had no work the next day, cuddling with you while watching a movie is also one of his favorite ways to end a day.
᛫ On a more humorous note, tickle and/or pillow fights are also an optimal way for the both of you to have fun.
᛫ Contrary to popular belief, Bakugou can be rather lighthearted and goofy, and peppering you with gentle kisses (which may or may not lead to more… “passionate” affairs) fills this spiky-haired boy’s heart with joy.
᛫ Both with being the so-called “teddy-bear” or cuddling you like one, Bakugou greatly enjoys the whole thing. It’s a great way to share feelings, verbal or non-verbal with you, and allows him to relax and de-stress.
᛫ Overall, he’s secretly a big softie, and will go to practically any length to make sure you’re comfortable, both emotionally and physically. He would never push you to do anything you don’t want to do.
᛫ Even though he isn’t the best with emotions (hell, he can hardly contain and discuss his own), Bakugou will always try to help comfort you. If he can’t help you with words, then damn, he’ll cuddle you until you feel better.
I’m having a Hanzo crisis watching Dragons of the Nexus bc it’s been awhile
and like wHOO BOY HOW ARE YOU EVEN F AI R
Hanzo: There’s a special ability our people share. Forbidden, even amongst our most sacred clans.
Genji: And we’re just going to abuse it?
Hanzo: Oh, maliciously.
Genji: Bitchin’!
Grumbles short curses and lightheartedly petty comments while kneeling down to make sure you’re okay
(ex. “What the hell just happened?” “Pay attention to your surroundings; you look like a toddler playing in the dirt.”)
Lowkey just irritated that his instincts didn’t kick in fast enough to catch you
Gives you a good look over after you’ve sat up
Helps you brush off most of the dirt out of the scrapes you now have, then uses his shirt to clean off the more difficult bits
Almost considers even tearing off a piece of said shirt to cover up the scrapes on your hands
Presses gentle kisses near the scraped up skin, then gives you another couple smooches for good measure
After he’s sure you’re okay and the tension has been resolved, he probably chuckles out of relief and maybe even makes a corny joke because if Hanzo’s corny around anyone it’s gonna be his s/o
“I thought you had already fallen for me, yet here you are doing so again.”
Han, s t o p
After helping you up, gives you a few more smooches just to make you feel better and maybe to get you to giggle
Takes you to the nearest shop with a bathroom and bandages so he can help you properly clean up, then the two of you can continue on your outing
Genji
Might actually let out a little shriek
Or it might be a quick outburst in Japanese
Just out of surprise because “oh god they’re falling!!”
Probably tries to catch you but the initial shock slowed him for a hot second
Quickly kneels down next to you to help you sit up
Looks you over for injuries and helps you brush the dirt off your limbs and face and out of your hair
Overall just fussing over you
Gives you masked smooches (i.e. boops with his face plate) wherever you got scraped up, such as your hands and cheeks
Bonus points: The cool metal probably feels soothing on said scrapes
Makes sure you’re alright to stand before helping you up
Promises to help you clean up and get bandaged properly once the two of you get home
Offers his arm for you to hold the rest of the journey, which is now to home or the nearest drugstore
Buys you one of your favorite treats to help you feel better
Reaper
Lets out a curse that starts in Spanish and fades into English when he realizes he’s caught you
You might almost hit the dirt
Thus causing your nose to maybe get a bit of a scrape
But before you can completely crash and burn, you’re caught on a bed of semi-solid black smoke, courtesy of your cursed partner (via pure instinct of protecting you)
He quickly helps you back up and wraps his arms around you
Tells you that you scared him and maybe even lets out a relieved laugh
Then gives you a peck on the nose just above the small scrape you still gained
Asks you if you’re alright and still gives you a look over, just in case
Once you’ve steadied yourself and both of your heartbeats are back to normal, the two of you carry on your outing
He’s probably holding your hand a bit tighter than he was before
Maybe also keeping a closer eye on the ground as the two of you walk
McCree could wake up one morning to find Sombra with her hair disheveled, eyes drooping and tired, yawning loudly, dressed in shorts and one of his button ups, black kitty slippers on her feet, and drowsily pouring herself some coffee,
and he’d still find her to be the most beautiful thing he’s ever seen. He’d just swoop in and kiss her, ignoring her complaints about spilling the coffee, ‘cause that can wait.
(decided to do a quick writing thing for this one, anon, hope you don’t mind)
“Put me down! This instant!”
With a smack of her lips, D.Va rolled her eyes, pushing the thrusters forward as her mech flew into the air. She could hear Hanzo’s voice screaming at her from on top of her mech and it quite possibly could’ve been the funniest thing she’s ever heard. The image of hardened, ever-serious Hanzo screaming in fear was too funny for her.
“Aww, c’mon, Hanzo! Where’s your sense of excitement?” D.Va chastised, maneuvering her mech around the building. “Besides, once I get this baby slowin’ down, you can deal a whole lotta damage! Betcha you can even one shot a Talon noob or two!”
Hanzo, on the other hand, couldn’t reply to Hana’s comment just yet. He was still gripping onto the “ears” of her mech for dear life, trying to shout over the wind gusting past him. “This is a completely ineffective method of ambush!” he finally told her once she slowed down. “The enemy will know of our arrival long before we arrive.”
“Maybe ‘cause you keep screaming,” D.Va. retorted. “Goin’ down!”
The mech began descending, with Hanzo’s stomach feeling like it would slip from his mouth if he hadn’t had his lips sealed shut. “U-unacceptable,” he said once Hana managed to level the mech’s flight again. If he had a mirror, he was sure his reflection would reveal a green tint to his face. “This is not a game, Hana.”
“Oh, pfft. I’ve done this before. Genji was such a good sport about it, too.”
Hearing that she’d done this before, with his brother no less, caused a different type of unsettling feeling to lodge in Hanzo’s gut. He’d developed a strange kinship with the mech pilot, despite the innumerable differences between them. But somehow, they still managed to maintain a friendship, different than any other relationships they had. To hear Genji, of all people, being spoken with such high regard from one of his only friends…he didn’t want to think about what sort of feeling that was. And now it seemed they even practiced absurd combat maneuvers together.
“Or…” There was a giggle. “Are you just getting old on me, Hanzo?”
That did it. Despite nearly being forty years old, Hanzo was in much better shape than most people his age. Superior, even, in all aspects. Even without cyborg enhancements, Hanzo possessed skills that no one could hope to mimic. He huffed indignantly, bracing his hands against the mech’s top and pushing himself to his knees, and having his bow ready.
“Very well. Find me a vantage point after you make the initial attack,” Hanzo called.
D.Va laughed, knowing that taunt would be super effective against the archer. “That’s what I like to hear! Let’s own some Talon butt, Hanzo!”
I didn’t realize until I’d literally finished that my Photoshop had changed the dpi from 300 to 72 and so I think it might be unusable for the credits of the SBM project. But here it is anyway.
Someone: Hey whats in your mind?
Me: Haha nothing much 🙂
Me, inside: BOY I LOVE MY F/OS SO MUCH THEY’RE ALL SO SWEET AND PRECIOUS AND I’D DO ANYTHING TO MAKE THEM HAPPY!!!!!!
I don’t really have too many people I look up to outside of my own family. I look up to my mom, my dad, my grandma, my aunt in Germany and my aunt in Detroit. Although I am a big fan of people who have passed away (Michael Jackson) – it really wasn’t someone I looked up to and wanted to be you know?
Today, the sole idol I have that isn’t related to me died.
Anthony Bourdain.
Waking up to this news on Twitter this morning felt like a bad dream. How could someone I idolize so much take their own life? If Anthony is the epitome of what kind of success and lifestyle I want and it wasn’t enough for him – what hope do I have?
You never know what kind of internal demons people are fighting within themselves. We saw it earlier this week with the passing of Kate Spade and today we are all feeling that sadness all over again.
I’ve been an Anthony Bourdain fan for a very long time. As someone who writes, lives and breathes travel he was everything I aspire to be. He tells it like it is without giving a shit. He travels. He eats. He makes sarcastic comments about vegetarians and vegans. He gets paid to do all of this. Within it all, he also looked like he genuinely loved all the food he ate and people he met on his shows. Whether it was; A Cook’s Tour, No Reservations, The Layover or Parts Unknown. Didn’t matter what show of his was on, I was watching attentively and just adding food and places to my bucket list, plotting on how I could become him someday.
The reality has not set in that the Hong Kong episode of Parts Unknown I watched on Sunday was the final one I would watch with him gracing the world with his existence. I’m not sure how I’m going to be able to hold it together when I see the next episode. Hell, I’m not sure how I’m going to make it through this day focusing on being the best I can be if the person I dreamed about being is gone.
Tragic. Truly tragic. I do hope he is at peace now and whatever was ailing him never goes after anyone else. I’m not really comfortable discussing mental health and depression and suicide because in my own selfishness I have a hard time understanding how someone I want to be didn’t want to live anymore. I’ll probably never understand. But this shit is very real and unfortunately very frequent.
Rest in Peace to Anthony Bourdain, you and your shows meant the world to me and my life goals.
I read this real neat priest!hog/demon!rat fic the other day. It’s for a fic called Inner demons and the link is right in the replies!! Please check it out it’s pretty amazing!
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