#firefly drabbles

[fireflies-are-kewl]

Treebarkweek Day 7: Captain / King

I did have a longer fic I was writing for this prompt, but it is not finished yet, so I'll finish it at a later date. This came to me while I was busy this weekend and I wrote it basically in a trance. Most definitely inspired by Lythecreator's comic here. I told you I missed my Pi-Rats! More Treebarkweek entries coming soon! For now, enjoy this drabble, and I hope you had a fun Treebarkweek! <3

Canon Compliant (like a deleted scene, almost); Rats 2 SMP; Treebark/Pi-Rats; Datastream Defender Lore; Light Existentialism, just in case (in which Martyn notes that Jacque's in-game 'avatar' doesn't have a heartbeat or breathing sounds); Angst with Little Comfort

Sometimes, in the dark hours of the attic, Mratyn would find his way up into the bedroom he and the Captain shared. The rat-- no, the human-- would find the idea of sleep... comforting. Familiar. He didn't get to sleep in the Datastream. He hardly could pretend to sleep there, what with how alien it all felt. In these worlds, though? Mratyn— Martyn— could actually get some sleep.

On a night, where the Captain was out cold for the second day in a row, Martyn padded his way up the stairs into their shared bedroom. Sleeping and snoring away in bed anywhere. The lights hardly streaked through right now, so everything was dimmed somewhat comforting. Martyn shook his head at the sight of Jacque. Telling himself he was annoyed at the display, Martyn eased his way over.

"Sleeping, always sleeping, Captain," Martyn muttered as he stood at the foot of the bed. "Sometimes... I wonder if it's just because your AI can't function at all times, or if you're a Player, with a life outside of this game. You sure don't play like you're one."

He laughed softly, and Jacque hardly snuffled at the sound. "If you're a Player, you're a ridiculous one, mate. The way you act and talk... it can't be that you're..."

He trailed off, staring. Jacque didn't stir. Martyn moved then, crawling into bed at Jacque's side. Jacque didn't even snuffle. Martyn curled up with his tail over his bottom paws, watching Jacque snore his way through a dream. The human was silent for a time, just watching the avatar (NPC?) sleep the time away.

"I wonder what you're like on the other side of the screen, if you're real, Captain. What do you find fun about this game, I wonder. The story? The adventure? Maybe the characters. What..." He took a shaky breath in. "What do you think of me? Do you think I'm... I'm just like you?"

No response. Martyn rubbed his short snout with a watery sigh. It was unfair, it was. Watching Jacque sleep and not worry about anything; Martyn could call it jealousy, if he could muster up the energy to act like it. But with the Captain resting so peacefully, Martyn could only help but feel wistful of all things. He looked comfortable laying there among the fluffy pillows and cloth blanket. Despite his better judgement, Martyn laid down next to Jacque, shuffling until his large ear rested on the pi-rat's chest.

No sound. Nothing. Not even a hum. The avatar had no need to simulate breathing sounds or a heartbeat, because the Player didn't hear it from their side of the screen. How disappointing, and how hollow it made Martyn's stomach feel. Even now, he was denied a miniscule piece of connection.

Still, Martyn curled up closer to the one thing that was keeping him anchored in the attic, in the stupid game he was in. All because he couldn't let Jacque go.

"Some friend I am, if you're trying to find a way to message me. I can't let you get to know me. I can't let us get too close, in case they find you too."

But... he could let himself have this. Just until he had to go.

"...Goodnight, Captain." Martyn's eye closed, and sleep never felt so real.

[spicycinnabun]

“What?” Eddie asked. Steve was laughing his ass off at him for no apparent reason. Eddie narrowed his eyes. “What is it? Steven, you better tell me—or are you such a lightweight that you’re already wasted?”

They were sitting on a blanket in the grass. Around them in the open field, people danced to the music, drank by the fire, smoked, and yelled nonsense.

Steve was only on his first beer, as far as Eddie knew. Hardly seemed enough to get the Keg King tipsy, let alone drunk. No, Steve seemed sober except for the sudden giggle fit at Eddie’s expense.

“Wish I could take a picture of you right now,” Steve said once he calmed down, which wasn’t an answer that made sense at all.

“What the fuck. Why?”

Steve grinned. “Besides the fact that you’re cute as hell—”

Eddie choked on his spit, blushing suddenly and furiously.

“—you’ve got a bunch of fireflies in your hair.”

Unbeknownst to Eddie, several of them had landed on him and nested in his curls, blinking light at odd intervals and making him look like a human Christmas tree.

pt. 2 🔥🪰

[thequietkid-moonie]

You, you, you and only you, no need of someone else

[ DRABBLE ] [ Honkai star rail ]

⚠️ Yandere, I don't support nor try to romanticize this toxic behaivor, i just write it for entretaiment

> Poly, how much they are willing to work together for their darling's sake

The Astral Express crew

Their darling is now just part of the big family they are, there are no question asked but, of course, the unhealthy love shared is not mentioned neither, the trailblazer and March 7th are the ones who take this as if it was something completely normal, this is the way things must be, while is Himeko who makes sure everything goes the right way, that neither their darling or anyone else try anything funny while Welt is the more considerate with their darling, always making sure they are alright (as far as it can be), Dan Heng is the one who hesitant the most but because he feels like he shouldn't, but just some acceptance or even just need from his darling is needed for him to be completely on it with everyone else

The Stellaron Hunters

There is an unspoken understanding between the Stellaron Hunters, it took no time to realice that they were in love with the same darling but it was accepted pretty quick, in all honestly it was Kafka who made everyone accepted as it is and decide to just work together. Kafka and Firefly are the ones who spend more time with all together, doting their darling (and sometimes baby them) while Silver Wolf and Blade are more passive, until they require time alone with their darling, wich is understood for every one else, they darling is going to be safe with them, no one will ever reach them, and if it happens that person will not live enough to be a problem

[chiara-hotel]

Your role/where you live in the Honkai Universe based on your s/o!

The Astral Express! Created by Akivili, you warp to over world all across the galaxy to retrace his steps and for the thrill of the adventure! Of course you also deal with stellarons which threaten the galaxy aswell.

~ Welt, Himeko, Dan Heng, March 7th, Sunday, Aventurine, Boothill

The Stellaron Hunters! You along with your s/o to follow Elio and his scripts. Going around various worlds to take stellaron hunters or maybe even give one out.

~ Stelle, Caelus, Kafka, Firefly, Silver Wolf

The Genius Society! Of course you’re smart enough to become one of the 84 geniuses, so much so that you’ve been acknowledged by the aeon of erudition himself. Even your s/o can acknowledge your talented nature.

~ Dr Ratio, Ruan Mei, The Herta, Asta

The Xianzhou Luofu! You live within the Xianzhou alliance, specifically on the luofu. You live with your s/o on their home island.

~ Jing Yuan, Blade/Yingxing, Yukong, Tingyun/Fugue, Dan Feng, Lingsha, Sushang, Jiaoqiu

The Xianzhou Yaoqing! Its your home-world and you stay there as you await for your s/o to return from various missions! Important cloud knight meetings or maybe just ensuring you (and everyone else's saftey0

~ Feixiao, Moze, Jiaoqiu, Fugue, Jing Yuan & Sushang

Penacony! You live within the festival of dreams, either helping in the dreamscape or the real world. Your s/o appreciates any help though.

~ Sunday, Robin, Boothill

No where! You are a wandering traveller with your s/o, you’ll follow them to the darkest depths of reality no matter what.

~ Boothill, Black Swan, Sparkle, Sampo, Acheron, Luocha, Jingliu, Aventurine, Kafka, Firefly, Reca, Tingyun/Fugue & Rappa

The IPC! You either simply live with your s/o and follow them wherever or they hire you as a small assistant. They’ve seen the darkness the IPC holds and doesn’t want you to get wrapped up in it too. As long as you’re with them though they’ll keep you safe, forever & always.

~ Diamond, Jade, Aventurine & Topaz

Amphoreus! The eternal and isolated land, unknown to most who gaze upon the sky. You were born there, alongside your s/o-it was impossible to leave and go beyond the sky. But you're happy here.

~ Aglaea, Mydei, Castorice, Phainon, Cipher, Hyacine, Cerydra, Hysilens & Anaxagoras

[nikipuff]

Mychael with a s/o that's an avid reader and often brings him books they think he'd like?

I’m so sorry!! Everyone who’s sent asks: I had to work on a school project, and my hand got hit with a sword on my writing day!! (Nothing is broken, i think-)

I’m working on catching up!

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“You’ve never gone to a library?!”

Mychael rubbed the back of his neck, chuckling at your shocked expression. It was true- he didn’t leave the woods much, preferring the silent recluse that the forest atmosphere provided. The only time he left was to get supplies and food, and the occasional walk around the edge of town. “I mean . . . There isn’t much reason too, firefly.”

Your expression shifted into shock, your glasses nearly falling off your face. “Well, now you have too!”

He sat still for a moment, before letting out a light chuckle. “No can do. I . . . I look like this, remember?”

You shook your head, pouting. “Still! It’s so much fun!” Your eyes lit up as an idea struck you. “I think I brought some books along in my bag, cmon!”

Mychael gasped as you pulled him out of the chair, walking towards the couch. As you both sat, you pulled out a book from your bag. “Parry Hotter”.

Mychael  took the book, sniffing it curiously before opening it. He knew how to read the human language, having learned it years ago. 

You took out your own book, “Peter Johnson and the Olympics”.

The rest of the day was the two of you reading, each invested in your own story. Mychael stayed in the world of witches and wizards, magic and spells, while you discovered gods and gold, treachery and trust.

It was a quiet, but welcome, atmosphere for both of you, one that Mychael hoped could continue forever. 

[donovankinard]

you're the only one that i want, i don't know why i'm scared for @118dailydrabble day 5: locker

“What’s the locker rule?” Tommy’s tone is past curious, it’s demanding; Evan’s secrecy has only torn the divide between them further, this week, and he doesn’t understand what everyone at the 118 could be so staunchly withholding. Evan lets out a sharp, frustrated groan, his insistence finally breaking. “Everyone at the 118 has a letter in their locker. It’s just… what they would say. To the person they would need to say it to, if something happened at work.” Tommy sighs, giving a relieved nod. “That’s it? Why did everyone have to be so secretive?” “Because you’re my letter.” Buck says flatly. “I didn’t have one until I wrote yours, Tom, they knew that. It’s a big deal.”

all drabbles on ao3.

[sunandflame]

Can I request headcanons to the hashira or upper moons being called cute by the reader??

Big apologies for taking so long 🙇‍♀️ I will go with the first three Uppermoons since I am not feeling it for the other ones and especially not for Gyokkos fugly ass. Sorry for all his simps, I respect you, but he is just... simply not for me. I am sure there are another amazing writers out there who would gladly write him, but it's unfortunately not me. Sorry 🫣

Uppermoon's being called cute

Warnings: None

Word Count: 359

Pairing: Uppermoon x Fem!Reader

crossposted on AO3

Kokushibo

At first, he would ignore you. Act like he didn't hear it.

But your repeating would force him to react.

And that will make him blatantly stare at you. With his 6 eyes. Trying to intimidate you.

But it fails miserably, since you think he is oh so cute. (I would be intimidated and horny)

You start to cock your head and tell him again with a smile.

A long sigh comes from him. Of course he had heard that he appears dignified and majestic, but not 'cute'.

He comes closer to you, towering you with his height as he lowers his 6 eyes onto you.

"Nobody... dared to call me cute..."

"Well then they are blind."You got balls.

And fortunately, he likes it.

A rare little smile cracks on the corner of his mouth. "You may... accompany me on my next mission..."

Jackpot

Douma

"Kyaa Y/N-chaaaan! You are waaay cuter than me"

He would look at you with his beautiful rainbow eyes that you love so much.

You shake your head. "No, you are cuter"

"No you."

"No you!"

"No you"

"Okay fine we are both very cute"

"No Y/N-chan I still have to disagree. You are a female and they usually provide more nutritions which in turn taste sweeter!"

And while he said that he looked at you a little bit hungrier than usual.

Run.

Akaza

He would first think that he just misheard you.

"Huh?"

You repeated yourself and gave him a sugar-sweet smile.

A surprised look on his eyes while he blinks with his pretty pink eyelashes.

Was that a faint blush on his cheeks?

You tried to get a closer look, but he turned away because you had gotten too close to him.

"Akaza-sama you are even cuter like this!"

"Stop saying things like this!"

"But it's true!"

"Y/N..." His tone was warning.

But you couldn't help but giggle. "Even more cute now"

A sigh as he gave up, the faint blush still on his cheek. "Fine, will you stop calling me like that if I accept it?"

But you only stuck your tongue out at him to tease him even more.

I think you got him.

[taurus-caeli]

Firefly Is Forever (An HSR Drabble)

“Ahem.” You turn around to find the latest member of the Astral Express peering up at you. 

“Firefly, what is it?” 

Wordlessly, the young woman raises her hands; she’s holding a small bag of chocolates.

“These are for you,” she shyly says, pushing them into your chest.

“Oh! Why thank you honey! And this-” You reach behind her head and magically take out your own bag. “Is for you.”

Firefly blinks in amazement. “How did you do that?”

You grin. “A magician never reveals their secrets~.”

Without missing a beat you embrace her. “Happy Valentine’s Day, honey.”

“Happy Valentine’s Day!”

[notpixl]

Big thanks for the wait, my four followers 🥲

Also I should really just lean onto writing during the weekends since my ahh could NOT find the time during weekdays 😭

Maybe hcs would work for weekdays 🧐

Anyway just enjoy this drabble 😀

Firefly cooks Dinner for the two of you. (and doesn't burn the house down for once)

Your honor, we were not cooking with this one.

GN!Reader as usual and actually might be ooc since my mind's hazy about FF's personality.

"Text." Is you, the reader.

"Text." Is Firefly.

...

....

...

"I'm home!"

Firefly takes off her shoes before seeing you lounged up at the couch, watching some sort of show to pass the time.

"[Name]?"

"..."

"Hmm..."

Making her way to the living room, she sees your sleeping figure with a little bit of drool escaping your mouth.

She crouches down, wiping it off with the sleeve of her shirt before turning off the TV.

"Chicken..."

"Ahaha... looks like you're having a nice dream there... but now that you've brought it up..."

Standing up she heads to the Kitchen, opening the Freezer.

"There you are!"

She grabs the raw, frozen chicken, taking off the plastic wrap as she places it on the cutting board.

"Now where's the- oh..."

With the noticeable open space in the middle of the counter, one would wonder...

Where the hell did the Stove go?

Flashback:

"Forgive me, Your Majesty."

Wearing just the headgear of her armor and holding both an air freshener and lighter, Firefly rained hellfire.

Though it doesn't goes as planned...

"Stay... still...!"

The fly swiftly maneuvered the incoming fire as it buzzed around around the Kitchen.

It soon stood still at the frying pan above the stove, its legs stuck from the grease unfortunately.

"Now I've got you in my sights..."

Ditching the air freshener, Firefly grabbed the knife next to her, eyes full of concentration as she pulls back her arm...

"I brought Oak Cake Rolls!"

"Eek!"

Startled, she immediately throws the knife towards the pan in blinding speeds not even the poor fly could comprehend.

A sweat rolls down her forehead afterwards.

"..."

Good news? The Fly is gone!

B... bad news?

"MY STOVE!"

Thank god you still had those insurance papers...

End of Flashback.

"Mistakes happen, Firefly... mistakes... happen..."

She looks at the empty spot with a frown before clasping her hands together.

"Hmm... maybe that would work?"

She heads back to the Living Room, passing by your sleeping figure as she looks up at the suit of armor just proudly being put up for display.

It was actually your suggestion since you used to collect those little action figures... what were they called? Ka... kame... whatever, she thought that that was just... so cute.

Grabbing one of its arms she slides it in her right arm, getting a feel of it as she heads back to the kitchen. Shortly after that she thoroughly washes the chicken before placing it on a tray in middle of the kitchen.

"Here goes nothing..."

Taking a couple steps back, Firefly extends her arm out, fire emitting from the palm of her hand as it spews out like a flamethrower, gently roasting the chicken.

She walks around, making sure all sides of it are roasted before deactivating the arm.

"Phew..."

She gently grabs the tray with the help of her robotic arm, using her left hand to grab a plate as she sets it down.

Placing the tray by the sink she opens the rice cooker, steam erupting out of it as she blows it away.

"Aw... one step ahead, huh?"

Thankfully, she didn't to cook anymore since you already did it beforehand, how thoughtful of you.

"Now... time for our main guest..."

Taking off the arm she heads her way to the couch, raising your head so it can lay on her lap.

She fiddles with your hair, ruffling it up as your eyes flutter open.

"Mmh..."

You look up at the smiling face of your girlfriend, raising your hand as she brings it up to her cheek.

"Missed me?"

"Very..."

A moment of silence ensued, the both of you lovingly looking at each other.

"I made... rice before I slept."

"Mhm! Good job...!"

A smile crept to your face when she said that.

"And since you kept muttering about chicken I... I made some!"

"Did you now?"

You sit up, sniffling the air as you face towards the Kitchen.

Your hand was still cupping her cheek while she looked at you.

"Ooh... that's definitely some good chicken..."

"Well, let's eat then-

You plop down, earning a confused look from Firefly.

"Eh?"

"Let's... stay like this... for a bit."

Firelfy sighs, patting your head while you close your eyes shut.

"You'll end up turning intoa koala by this point..."

"Mhm... and a cute one at that..."

"...fair."

Eventually, tiredness would loom over Firefly as she eventually lays on top of you, holding you close.

"...love you."

"...love you too."

...

....

...

Aughhhhhhhhhh I need this bbg to be pampered, have cuddles, given affirmations, smooches, and kisses-

Also massive thanks and credit on Vee for letting me show the world this absolutely cinematic piece of art 🥹

Anyway, with this drabble done... I'm held at gunpoint by Feixiao because DEAR GOD am I in love with Foxians-

[slashingdisneypasta]

Rufus 'RJ' Junior Firefly x Reader || Excerpt

Plot: You try in vein to persuade your boyfriend to stay in with you Halloween morning.

Warnings: 😏 Thirst? No actual smut though.

*@marinerainbow !! I had to write this in responce to your asks XDD Turns out I'm too tired tonight to come up with my own thoughts?? ☠ So I built on one of yours 😅 I hope you like it! ^^ Consider this a late Christmas present? XD 😅

When you wake up, drool under your face damp on the pillow from last night getting fucked into it til you were just braindead, eyes fluttering open to see an empty bed beside you, you immediately fly up into a sitting position. Through sleepy, blurry eyes, you peer around the room, and find Rufus at the end of the bed lacing up his boots. "Oh no no- " You start, mouth tasting like sleep and limbs beyond tired, but pushing yourself forward anyway; crawling over to him and resting your forehead against his bare back. "no, no- where are you going??" This early?? Why is he leaving you this earlyyyyy...

"Gotta tow the car." He just says, straightening up. Cracking your eyes open, your lashes brushing against his skin, you carefully trace a soft, nasty-looking scar cut into his back. When he doesn't move immediately to get up and just leave you, you take the opportunity to wrap your arms around his thick chest and nose over his shoulder blade until you find where you fit curled up against him; your nose settling now on his shoulder and your lips on his skin this time.

"... stay... I'll make it worth your while!~ "

... He doesn't say anything, to this. Thats okay, you know he knows your word is good. And your man isn't a huge talker, anyway.

Sighing, you turn your head and rest your cheek against his back, closing your eyes again. He's warrrm. You feel like falling right back to sleep.

...-but you cant!! You think, jolting yourself awake again. You know, as soon as you fall back to sleep, he's just going to leave and help his stupid siblings. And- why should they always get first dibs?? He's your boyfriend!

Like a cat, you crawl around him and settle yourself carefully in his lap; resting your tired arms over his broad shoulders and leaning your head back in order to see his eyes. His dark, calculated eyes you're obsessed with- you feel like he just knows everything about everyone. About everything. You wanna worship him.

And you have. And you will, again.

"Come on... what do I have to do to keep you here in bed with me today? Not all day, I know this is a Big Day for y'all, but just... a couple more hours. Just a sleep in." Incapable of helping yourself, you lean in and initiate a slow, dirty kiss; just the way he likes it. Just the way you like it, too. Heated and indecent. Amid the kiss, or mini make-out, Rufus manages to not pull you in closer. Not get hard. Not give in to your wiles. He kisses you back, and you know he likes it by the way he kisses you back just as heated and indecent, but you're not changing his mind. So when you pull back, you pout at him. "-Really??"

"Really." He grunts, then picks you up effortlessly and dumps you back on your shared bed; getting up and grabbing a random old shirt off the back of a chair.

"Oh- then- I'll come with you!" You finally give in, fumbling off the bed and looking around with still-blurry eyes, head heavy. And- oh, getting up was a mistake, your body doesn't like it at all. Brain is leaving you on your own and going back to sleep. "Gotta just- " Yawn. "Gotta- um- brush my shoes. Put on my teeth. Where's the, uh- the bathroom?"

Rufus looks at you levelly, his eyes dark and his expression unreadable- but stern. Strong. Intense. God, you love how he looks at you. "Get back in bed."

"No, I- hey!" Before you can even take a step towards where you think the bathroom must be, Rufus picks you right up off of the floor; throwing you over his broad shoulder and, with his big hand on your ass, takes you right back to bed. When you're dropped back onto the mattress, on your back, you immediately try to get up and go again- pushing yourself up onto your elbows, but Rufus is giving you a look that makes you stop dead in your tracks. Makes you breathless. "... okay fine I'll go back to bed, then."

"Good."

"... but you have to gimmie a kiss goodbye."

For a moment a flicker of a grin ghosts over his face at your antics, but it goes away as quickly as it appeared. You don't mind so much, though, you call it one for the win column; grinning back before he offers you his hand to help pull you up for that deep half-naked goodbye kiss.

[typicalopposite]

Ok clipboard proposal part 3.2

Pt 1 | Pt 2 | Pt 3 | AO3

One by one everyone notices something is up with Buck.

Eddie notices it when Buck doesn’t jump to make him his best man (or even Chris…)

Hen notices it when he isn’t taking advantage of the nice fancy new clipboard they all so graciously — foolishly — gifted him at the proposal.

Bobby notices it when he’s not asked to officiate.

Maddie notices it when he doesn’t mention Jee being their flower girl.

Chimney notices it when he makes a joke about bachelor party payback and Buck looks like he’s just been punched in the face.

“Ah… there it is,” he says to himself as he watches Buck scurry off. The excuse of needing to be somewhere to do something and Chim is sure Buck doesn’t have the slightest idea what either of those are.

Chimney gathers everyone, fills them in on the feeling he has that Buck has finally figured out a way to punish himself for something he deems to be his fault… by taking it away from himself as well.

They are going to confront him when he comes back to work after his two days off… but on the second day Tommy calls Maddie saying Buck wants to elope.

“You really were just gonna pull a Bobby and Athena on us Buckaroo?” Chimney says, being the first to step through the court house doors. Buck looks at Tommy, and there’s no betrayal in his eyes because Tommy ratted their plan out… if anything he seems relieved. He didn’t want this, (and everyone was sure of that) he just… didn’t know what else to do to appease the guilty voices yelling in his head.

It’s fairly easy — with everyone there pushing him to say what’s really bothering him — for Buck to come clean about how he feels about the wedding.

Maddie grabs his face, holding it between her hands so he has to look at her. “Buck, stop.” She says, and smiles, blinking back her own tears while swiping his away with her thumbs. “What happened at our wedding wasn’t your fault.”

“I was sick, Buck…” Chim added

“But I should have—”

“Stop…” Maddie repeats, softer this time. “We didn’t blame you then, so you have to stop blaming yourself now. Please. And besides, you can’t get married in a court house… not when you said yourself a beach on the east coast at sunset when the fireflies are out might just be the ideal dream wedding.”

Buck stares at her in shock; he remembers the wedding he saw while out surfing in Virginia Beach, he remembers writing about it to Maddie… he remembers calling it magical (which… it was) and he remembers regretting writing that as soon as he did it because it was way too cheesy for him to say, but he sent the postcard anyway. “I can’t believe you remember that.”

Maddie shrugs, “I read through them from time to time, that’s one of my favorites.”

Needless to say Buck and Tommy don’t get married that day. They return home and Buck goes to the closet where he had hid his clipboard once the guilt had started to get to much. He brings it to the living room and hands it to Maddie, who vows to help him plan the most amazing, beautiful, ✨magical✨wedding ever.

(Yeah this is still not even close to being done it just keeps getting away from me ✌🏼😀 sooo part 3.3 or 4 or whatever coming soon I guess!)

[fireflies-are-kewl]

If you think Treebarkweek snuck up on me…

You’d be right. Posts may be a little spotty, but I'm psyched for Treebarkweek this year!! Enjoy the drabble for the first prompt!

Day 1: fight // flight Canon divergent Rats 2 SMP; Treebark/Pi-Rats; Ren is Captain Jacque, for clarity; mentions and light depictions of sangria (canon typical tbh)

To say Mratyn wasn’t a little more than pissed off would be a lie. The dual with Apo had been rigged from the start, and Mratyn hadn’t had time to escape with his very precious lives in tow. Now? Now the lieutenant‘s paws were aching to scratch at whatever he could find.

That just so happened to be the rat captain he had gotten himself tied up with. Mratyn was trudging his way down to the first floor of their cabinet when Jacque turned to him from his desk. He was licking some liquid out of a little cup Mratyn had made— more sangria, no doubt— when he saw Mratyn coming down the stairs. Having a drink after his ally had just died? How… how infuriating!!

“Ah, you've roused awake, lieutenant! You, ah… you fought well! Here, have some—.”

“Get outta my face, and go back to your precious sangria.” Mratyn cut him off with a sharp, bitter spat of words. Jacque’s eyebrows rose at the suddenness of it. He watched as Mratyn shoved himself past Jacque and out the door with a slam.

Sobered by the interaction, Jacque sat the empty glass down on his desk and then rushed to the door after his most trusted ally.

“Mratyn, what’s come over you? You fought well, the dual— it, it had to happen to sort things out.” Jacque stammered as he stepped out of their home, watching Mratyn descend the stairs and step past the water at the front. The question made Mratyn stiffen up and pause in his walking away.

“What did you say?” Mratyn asked, low and incredulously. He turned his good eye on Jacque, and the captain was hit with the memory of a particularly angry fish attacking the old ship years back. Oh, he definitely screwed up.

“You just watched me get cut up seven ways to Sunday, that’s what! You didn’t even try to defend me at all!” Mratyn yelled, turning fully now and gesturing with wicked claws on display.

“It was a dual! It’s how things are solved on the high seas!” Jacque tried uselessly, flicking his tail to and fro quickly. Mratyn was looking up at him with a nasty snarl, and though Jacque was on the stop step of their walkways, he felt very small now.

“Oh, so a dual suddenly means you can leave your best mate out to dry, is that it?! What is wrong with you!?” Mratyn snapped back, then turned to keep walking away. He had to get his stuff back before someone else picked through it and he had nothing.

“I-I didn’t, no, that’s not—!” Jacque followed, rat chasing after rat in the big, dusty attic.

“Oh save it, Captain! Your priorities are all screwed up.” He stopped behind another abandoned dresser, and that's when Mratyn finally turned to Jacque.

“Mratyn—.“

“Shut up,” Mratyn growled, stepping into Jacque’s space. The rage was palpable, but that wasn't what made the heart in Jacque's chest twinge. It was the hurt hiding behind his eye. What?

"You should've never agreed to bring more of those rats in on our 'crew'!" Mratyn did air quotes as he spoke. "We— We would've been fine on our own! We made it to land just fine!" The tanned rat continued, shoulders tensed and paws tightly curled.

"I can't not accept them, lad! There's, they won't be apart of the crew for long!" And out it slipped, vague and telling all at once. Jacque flinched at his own words as the brows on Mratyn's face knitted together in exasperated confusion.

"What do you mean? Why would you hire them of all rats as temporary crew?" His voice had softened at least. Jacque rolled his shoulder, took a breath, and then his expression was set as hard as stone.

"...They're just place holders. Just until I can get my family back, and my crew. One more rat is one more person I can bring back aboard." Jacque muttered softly in explanation. He couldn't meet the surely horrified expression on his lieutenant's face, rubbing his paw along his broad nose. There was more too it, far more than he wanted to share, but he just... he just couldn't.

"...you're selling us for your family and crew. To kidnappers of some kind, I'm assuming." Mratyn finally said, voice calm in a way Jacque knew it shouldn't be. He didn't dare look up.

"Them, I-I'm trading these rats for them." Jacque corrected instead, watching Mratyn's back paws shift in his peripherals. He swallowed, then forced his eyes up. Mratyn had been staring at him in light horror, but confusion was coloring his face now. It was better than the rage and hurt from before, Jacque thought a little to the left.

"Okay, you're doing that to them. But what about me? I'm part of yer crew, Captain. Was apart?" Mratyn again shook his head, and the longer blond strands of his fur shook with the force of it. "I'm too angry to think about that right now.

"But what are you saying?" Mratyn continued. Jacque's ear twitched, all chewed up and clipped from many years lived. That wasn't something Jacque could fully explain to himself either. Jacque had fought with himself about trading Mratyn off in between bouts of sangria. It would make life easier on him, one less rat to trick, but still...

"I... I can't do it. I don't know why, but I can't do that to you." Jacque finally said, meeting Mratyn's eye past his own dark glasses. "You were taken out of that plan after a few weeks of being up here with you. You matter to me, more than..." He trailed off, unsure what he should say. Faintly, the inner skin of the one-eyed rat's ears turned a red-pink color, and Mratyn scoffed to shake off the surprise on his face.

"Sure. Like I'm worth any more when you're comparing stock like Apo or Ratman." Mratyn turned away, shoulders still hunched up, and Jacque couldn't help it. He reached out and grabbed Mratyn's wrist, tugging him back and making the other rat squeak at the jolt.

"You're absolutely different from those street rats, Mratyn. I might not be able to say why you matter so much to me, but it's true." Jacque said, near desperate in his need to let Mratyn know. "I know you matter to me, and that's more than enough in my eyes."

Mratyn had turned to yank his paw away when Jacque started talking. His eye narrowed the longer the captain spoke, and there was that same bloom of hurt in those brilliant blue eyes. It was a shade like the shimmer of the sea, glinting and hiding what might be lurking further in the depths.

"...I can't honestly say how that will turn out for ya. I don't think this ends well, for either of us."

"What?"

But Mratyn had pulled away, scampering along the wood of the Rattic to go find his lost items. Jacque was left alone to watch him disappear past the too-large clutter of the space, his clawed paw curling from where it was left hanging in the air.

He hadn't felt this kind of helplessness since... since his family and crew had been taken, all those months ago now. Was he losing Mratyn too, after everything they had been through? All because he didn't know how to stick up for his crew like a true captain would?

Jacque barely shook with the thought of losing his lieutenant, his tail and little fingers giving him away. Thoughts swirled dangerous and loud, pounding on the skull of the rat all alone. Jacque rubbed his eyes, quietly begging for it all to just go away. He turned after a moment, scuttling back into the mighty red cabinet as a shell of his former self.

More sangria sounded really good right about now.

// end //

[pearlypairings]

Put the icing DOWN would be so fun!! - Mozz 😘

eddie x chrissy || enemies (troll&blogger) to lovers, comment section banter || visual edit (my first one ever! i'm scared😅)

A/N: our beautiful anon Mozz, this is my humble attempt to bring your prompt and the fic club ideas closer to life. thank you for this opportunity to be ridiculous! I have so many hcs about this now lmao

yesterday's prompt

scroll, scroll, scrolling down to the comments.....

:( the title made him think she got too stoned on her birthday and got really excited, only to be disappointed by the very regular-shmegular recipe details (yes he surfs random food blogs at 3am when he's very high). trolling the post was his sweet revenge for the disappointment until he realized she had baked her own birthday cake, which is very much a cardinal sin in his book~

[thequietkid-moonie]

Even if my mind forgets my heart will always love you

[ DRABBLE ] [ Honkai Star Rail ]

⚠️ Yandere, I don't support nor try to romanticize this toxic behaivor, i just write it for entretaiment

> What it is of them after losing their darling

Kafka

Kafka have always struggled with feelings but this marks a point with not return, her darling have meant her entire life for quite some time now so not having them leaves Kafka feel empty, an emptyness that will be filled by pure hate and rage, she is already merciless but now that her darling is not here why she would even care about not getting hurt in battle

Silver Wolf

Silver Wolf is in rage for her lost, she always finds a way to get exactly what she wants and losing her darling wasn't in her plans, she will make everyone who was envolved in her darling's decease pay, even if there is no one to blame people will end up hurt as colateral damage of her rage, as well she will need more and more to fill the empty space that her darling left, the problems is that nothing will never be enough to replace her darling

Firefly

She becomes the reckless and dangerous warrior she was expected to be, if her darling wasn't allowed to live then no one else deserve to live, she will take out the inmense pain and despair she feels uppon those she has to kill for the misions, everything in her way is turned into ashes and every second of her free time is dedicated to her darling's memory

Blade

Blade is not going to handle this well, he already struggles with self-hate and an inmense wish to die but this just makes it worst, he blames himself, he feels like he deserve it and yet he uses every second of his life to find either a way to finally find his end in hopes to meet you again in the afterlife, and if not he will then try to bring you back

Robin

Robin will dedicate her entire life to the memory of her darling, she will fill the rest of her life with the memory of her darling, she continue her journey to bring the Harmony to all the cosmos in your name, the problem is that the more time it passed the harder it become for her to keep her connection with the Harmony, after all she is not fine, she is just ignoring her grief

Sunday

Sunday pretty much becomes a ghost in his body, he have lost everything he had and was once but this somehow hits him harder, after losing his darling he becomes numb, is a miracle he still remembers his own name, and the moment he finally get back in his senses is because he swears he have felt your presence and will dedicate his life to find you again

Gallagher

He becomes more reckless and more aggresive, Gallagher is not too worried, after all he knows that he will met you again soon, is just matter of time, but while that happens he will make his feelings everyone's problem, he will go to extremes to fulfill his mission to the point where he created unecesary problems by taking advantage of the fact that he knows the dreamscape too well

[written-in-the-stars3]

He lost his memories so she could not put it past him for not remembering her- for not remembering their times spent together; all the late nights cuddling and talking about nothing in particular. He didn't remember any of it, and she was doomed to remember it all.

Maybe a part of her hoped that seeing her in penacony would spark some memories within him. Sadly that wasn't the case- he looked at her like a total stranger and bought the lies she had to feed him. Caelus was still the same old- odd, funny and kindhearted. He was just as she remembered him. But he didn't remember her.

Maybe he could get to know her again. Maybe he could get to know Firefly again and they can rekindle what they had before. Even though this was not her purpose for coming to penacony, maybe there was some hope remaining for them.

Or not- for someone who had experienced multiple deaths, the heartbreak of seeing Caelus with another hurt more than anything. He had moved on... or could it even be considered moving on if he had no memory of her in the first place? Regardless, she felt replaced by the dark haired man. There was a burning feeling of longing and envy as she watched Caelus drag him around, the other man sighing at his shenanigans yet at the same time smiling fondly at the grey haired man.

Caelus seemed just as taken by his new lover. He looked at him the same way he used to look at her. She wanted that back. She wanted him back.

But, she could not be so selfish. His future with the Astral Express was brighter than his future with the Stellaron Hunters. Not to mention, she fulfilled her script and could now leave penacony.

At least she could see him one more time. At least she had the reassurance that he was happy and doing well for himself. She could leave now, with all the new memories that they had made together and the curse of remembering the old ones.

[donovankinard]

i'm reaching out to you, can you hear my call? for @118dailydrabble extra prompt 1: dosed

“Someone must’ve put something in his drink– Evan, you with me? C’mon, Ev, please answer me.” Sound is rushing around his ears, but someone’s calling his name – not Buck, they’re calling him Evan. Nobody calls him Evan, not since Tommy; is it Tommy? Did Tommy come back for him? There’s a hand on his waistline, and panicked voices break through the haze; he can’t make out words. Everything’s spinning; his heartbeat is slow, though. Buck thinks that’s bad, but he can’t remember, he can’t seem to think. The arms around him are warm, warm and comfortable; and the voices fade out, when he closes his eyes. He just– he needs to sleep for a while. Just a moment.

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