#DrabbleLands

[pavardscherie]

11 with erling Haaland plss

“did you really think, i wouldn’t see it?” erling muttered against the shell of your ear. his voice a poisonous mixture of raspy and deep. the choice of words he used in the past hour have been nothing else than pure evil. just like his actions. the endless teasing of his fingers, pulling them out before you completely reached your orgasm.

the multiple denials, only because a deep, painful jealousy gnawed at his heart. erling’s hawk eyes found you in the crowd after the game, and were forced to witness an indescribable scene. the sweet giggles, which were like the peaceful melody of an angel, escaped your mouth so carelessly. that man, dressed in the signature baby blue jersey raised an arm. fingertips slowly caressed over your smooth skin. just a small contact, someone’s dirty and unworthy hands touching what belonged to him.

the celebration was forgotten, skipped without an apology as erling almost forcefully dragged you towards the car. it was exactly how you ended up, sprawled out on the double sized bed. legs spread, trembling and too heavy to even lift them an inch. erling’s hips snapped against yours, the warm arousal glistened on the insides of your thighs and left wet stains on the duvets beneath.

a hand buried in the long blonde strands of the footballer. short nails scratching over his scalp while his red-covered face was nuzzled into the side of your neck. “you’re mine, you get that?” his grunts interrupted the sentences, the deep breaths between the words caused a dark satisfaction to settle in between you and him.

“are you listening? you’re fucking mine. none of those dirty bastards are allowed to touch you so sincere.” with each spoken syllables, erling slammed his hips against your. diving deep into your warmth and wetness, spreading you out further than the weeks before and growing the force. “tell me.”

he ordered, stilling his hips. the tip of his erected dick stayed between your pussy lips, preparing for another thrust. but he wouldn’t give you the allowance for a release if you wouldn’t be able to obey him. head thrown back, strands scattered around your head and over the pillows. eyes closed tightly, mouth widely open and prepared to feel the indescribable waves of pleasure and ecstasy. “i’m yours, erling. only yours.” you whimpered, bottom lip quivering from the intensity of the treatment.

and who would he be if his puffy lips wouldn’t turn upwards, the satisfaction written in the curve of his smirk. “good girl.” he whispered against your ear, focusing back on the rough punishment. one more thrust, two, it was enough to send you into a world filled with bliss. and erling mumbling the word ‘mine’ over and over again as he helped you through the waves, made it difficult to calm down.

[toogayforthistoday]

And of course Dabi + Kiss (~nikkzships)

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Of course we can’t forget the bacon boy.

Number Generator says: 7! Accidental!

I’m still on Borderlands brain rot, so we’re going with that AU

KISSED MEME

“Okay, it looks-... straight forward, but I’ll walk you through-... just in case.” Hitoshi called through the ECHO device at Gabe’s hip. The longer the call went, the more apparent the issue with the comms relay was.

“Just remember to slow the explanations down, don’t need you cutting out at the good part.” Gabe was currently hanging off the top of the relay tower, their legs wrapped around the support struts to reach the control box. The old platform that was originally attached to the tower had fallen off some time ago, probably submitting under the weight of rakk droppings, if the smell was anything to go by.

Dabi watched from the ground, standing ready to catch the reckless Siren should they slip and fall. Gravity may have been less than an issue on Pandora than on any other planet, but landing wrong was a very real possibility. The threat the purple haired teen had issued the Pyro echoed in his head again, as his gaze focused on Gabe again.

“... And that should do it! How’s the connection now?” Gabe cheered, sitting up to relieve some of the strain on their legs.

“You’re all clear, Mom! I’ll pick up Uncle Atsu at the third relay and we’ll meet you back at Roland’s Rest!” The teen cheered back before ending the call. Gabe untangled themself from the tower and stood up on the struts.

“Oi! Dabi!” Dabi raised his hand in a wave, smirking up at the Siren.

“I heard! Good work, Sunshine!” Dabi watched as they moved to shuffle their way back to the ladder down. Maybe they’d be sane for once and properly climb down...

“Catch me!” Fuck. Of course not. This was Gabe. Adrenaline junkie and Siren psychopath. Dabi ran forward as they jumped, positioning himself to have them land in his arms. He groaned at the sudden extra weight, Gabe laughing happily.

“Goddamnit, Sunshine...” They turned their head to face him, realizing too late Dabi’s face was closer than they expected. Gabe stopped as they felt their lips brush against his, Dabi freezing as well. They slowly parted, staring at each other cautiously, watching as their faces gained a subtle shade of pink. “...Can I do that again?” The ghost of a whisper slipped out, his eyes never leaving theirs.

Gabe nodded eagerly, giddiness slowly bubbling up through their growing smile. Dabi leaned forward again, properly pressing his lips against Gabe’s this time, them returning the kiss as they snaked their arms around his neck. He smiled as he hugged them closer to him. Maybe coming to Pandora wasn’t a bad idea, after all.

[starbornvalkyrie]

a christmas kiss

Winter Drabbleland: Day One - Quinlar

I used this ask from @darlinminds​: hey love ! could you do 6: “i will never understand how you get as many lays as you do” for rowaelin or quinlar please ? <3. I don’t remember the prompt list it came from, but it’s been sitting in my inbox for awhile so I made it work for Christmas LOL

Anywho, I can’t remember if there’s any explicit language so just beware. Other than that its super fluffy. Enjoy!

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winter drabbleland masterlist [ i’m still taking prompts, check this masterlist for details! ]

Christmas dinner was the only one of Bryce’s many traditions that Hunt thoroughly enjoyed. His best friend has a tradition for every holiday and for almost every single one of them, she finds a way to embarrass Hunt to no end. On Halloween, it’s any costume she can find with minimal clothing; on Valentine’s Day, it’s boxer shorts with two hearts on his ass cheeks and all of his pants conveniently in the washer when it’s time to leave for a party.

The only upside to all of it is the way he catches Bryce staring at his body without a shirt on. Hunt has to savor those looks because he knows nothing will ever come of them--no matter how badly he wants her. She’s his best friend and there’s no way he’s ever risking their friendship.

Hunt shook his head and turned back to the stove in front of him. Every year, Hunt is in charge of the main course and one side for dinner--this year it’s a perfectly glazed ham and creamy garlic mashed potatoes. He relished his time in the kitchen, he’s always had an affinity to cooking.

His thoughts wandered back to Bryce--who was off picking up their special order of chocolate croissants in honor of Danika. The only reason they were able to get an order on Christmas Day was because Bryce’s current fling is with the shop’s assistant baker. Hunt felt sorry for the guy, knowing Bryce is going to drop him any day now and move on to her next conquest.

The timer on the oven went off, stopping the rising anger that always comes with the thought of Bryce and other men, and Hunt went to work arranging the dining table to fit the ham in the center.

Not long after, the rest of their friends arrived, each of them armed with a different dish. Fury and Juniper brought green bean casserole; Declan, Tristan, and Ruhn came with cornbread and the ingredients for eggnog daiquiris. Tharion was next, carrying three containers of pie and chatting up Bryce with the croissants.

A chorus of “Merry Christmas” rang through Hunt’s and Bryce’s apartment, warming Hunt’s heart. They arranged the food on the table and took their seats, Bryce ending up across the table from Hunt.

Hunt let their guests get their food first and accepted a glass of eggnog daiquiri from Declan. Before he could stop himself, he asked Bryce, “How’s what’s his face down at the bakery?”

Bryce was in the middle of scooping a mountain of mashed potatoes onto her plate, but she looked up at him confused. “Julian? He’s good, I guess? I haven’t seen him much before today.” Hunt narrowed his eyes but didn’t say anything. Showing his jealousy wouldn’t do anything but make him look weird.

Conversation drifted from topic to topic as they filled their stomachs with food. Hunt learned about the ballet company that Juniper auditioned for and the website Declan is making for his first big client.

Hunt was in the middle of making plans at the shooting range with Ruhn when movement in the corner of his eye caught his attention. He turned to Bryce who now had half a pie and two croissants on her plate.

“B, are you seriously going to eat all of that?”

She cut him a look that said Challenge Accepted and began shoveling pie into her mouth, hardly stopping to swallow between bites. 

He shook his head in disbelief. “I will never understand how you get as many lays as you do.”

Bryce took a giant bite out of her fifth croissant of the evening, leaned forward and whispered, “Wouldn’t you like to know?” Hunt choked on his eggnog, and Bryce leaned back with a triumphant look on her face.

Ruhn slapped Hunt on the back a few times as he caught his breath. Not to be outdone he responded, “Maybe I would.”

The whole table went silent as Hunt held Bryce’s gaze. Her eyebrows were scrunched together and a lock of red hair fell in front of her face. Hunt had to fight the urge to brush it away himself, so instead he focused on not breaking eye contact first.

Hunt loosed a breath when she looked back down at her plate and finished her dessert. Their friends began talking again, but there was a new tension in the room as though the cord that connected him to Bryce was threatening to snap at any moment. 

Despite that, the night went on smoothly as they drank and laughed and screamed Christmas tunes at the tops of their lungs. Throughout the night, Hunt felt Bryce’s eyes on him. And when they sang their rendition of Baby, It’s Cold Outside, he couldn't deny the charge he felt when his fingertips brushed the small of her back that was exposed by her crop top. 

They finally began winding down well after two in the morning, their friends trickling out one by one until Bryce closed the door behind the last of them. She stood there, staring at the door as though it were an oracle that could tell her what to do next.

Hunt decided to take a leap of faith, crossing the room to her as he decided this was worth it because she was. He knew that if this was a mistake, they would still be okay. They’d laugh about it and move on.

“Bryce,” he said, softly yet firmly.

When she turned around, Hunt grabbed his best friend by the face and kissed her.

It was the best damn Christmas gift in the world.

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[askthedazzlingwilford]

Hey Wilford! Wanna be friends? :)

“FriENds? With moi? You’re so sWEET! Of cOUrse, I’ll be your frienD~” Wilford picked up the tiny treasure chest on his desk and opened it.

 He took out a piece of candy with a silver wrapper. The candy was oddly rectangular.

Wilford held out the candy, “Since we’re frieNDS, you can hAve a piece of candyy <3″ He handed the candy over to you. “It’s not EVEry day that I give OUt one of my sil-ver sweeTs~” He smiled and lifted his chin up.

“Wilford, how did you give-” The hardworking editor was interrupted by Wilford.

“Don’t mENtion the ‘wall’. People go crAZy when yoU do.” He placed the chest back on his desk and closed it.

[jimlingss]

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HAHAHA. Hang on tight, there’s a lot of reasons left to cry - don’t cry now. 

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[bionic-bat-archive]

Chapter 2: The Last Summer (Part 1)

Summary: Amid the corruption in Goryeo, Furatai sends letters recounting the events of his life to his father in Yuan who's losing his battle with Alzheimer's.

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Father,

Her Majesty sent word to one of the palace Physicians in Yuan. I trust you'll be in great care and will recover soon.

However, I was advised by one our palace Physicians that helping you to recall memories of our family and our lives together would aid in your recovery.

There is much I wish to tell you since I've lived here in this country, yet, there is equally as much that I cannot share.

Perhaps regardless what I write, you'll have to "endure my son's dull storytelling"- as you used to say- until your memory gets better. While I know I was better at swordsmanship and military combat, I will do my best to retell our family's history with the same expressiveness as you and Uncle did when we were children.

However, I won't take the same creative liberties like you when you claimed to slay that dire Wolf-Dog.

It was the first night we left Yuan to travel to Goryeo, I swore I'd boil alive wearing my leather armor in the scorching humid air. Still, despite the fatigue and dizziness from the weather, I endured it for Her Highness's sake. She stayed close by my side for those months we traveled through the rough terrain. Despite how stoic she tried to be and her efforts to endure the weather and seemingly endless journey, I saw her fear and weariness. It was the first time I felt our ranks mattered not as our hearts spoke of similar turmoils.

We were both teenagers going to a Kingdom where the language barrier was great and acting as a mere rope tying back the dogs of war.

If her Highness failed to bear an heir to Goryeo, our Great Emperor would swiftly retaliate. But, going there posed another danger, those who were defiant of Yuan's control and hated the idea of their King taking a Yuan Princess as his consort and the deal that was made.

Despite knowing not, the extent of the dangers that her Highness was walking into, I knew it was my duty to ensure all those risks were swiftly eradicated.

If I failed...

My life was for forfeit the day I stood before His Majesty Kublai Khan and swore to protect Princess Wonsung- his daughter that he favored and cherished like a precious flower. If I failed, you and my sisters would be exiled and I would be put to death. I made peace with my fate and even took great pride in the honor our Emperor bestowed upon me. However, I feared that if I failed it would mean our family's execution or exile.

Despite the years that have passed, my fear for our family's safety has not changed. Lately, they have grown.

If I fail to protect her it's not just our family that will lose their lives, I dare not think what would become of the Crown Prince and the people here.

As we stopped one evening to set up camp, I stayed close to her Highness while our men gathered firewood in the dense forest. The temperature was better than it had been in the prior days, yet, the guards and I still felt suffocated from the immense heat.

"Are you married, Furatai?" She asked me.

Her Highness's question caught me off guard. I know not why I recall that question so clearly. Never had she inquired about my personal affairs and in hindsight, I suspect she asked to silence her troubled thoughts of marrying King Chungyeol of Goryeo.

"No, Your Highness," I answer. However, she followed up by asking me if there had ever been someone I wished to take as a wife. Truthfully, at that time there was a woman you arranged for me to consider. I liked her a lot and could have easily loved her, but, it was not until I came to Songak that I met a woman who shamelessly fell in love with.

Perhaps, Father, the time has come I tell you the truth about her. I admit withheld her identity and only told you I had found love, but, you deserve to know why I never married or gave you Grandchildren like you expected of me.

I need not your forgiveness, but, I hope you will not think less of me as your only son for what I had to do.

Please, give my regards to my sisters and take care of your health.

Furatai

[pavardscherie]

2 with benji

his heavy pants filled your ears. the way he muttered your name so sweetly in between with the french accent you loved so dearly. it didn’t matter how sweaty he already was, when benjamin arrived at home. a particular hard training session which lasted way too long for your liking.

but it also gave you the greatest opportunity to play a little game with your boyfriend. one picture was enough to have him speeding home, and wandering straight towards your bedroom, with you in his arms. those same limbs that were draped over benjamin’s broad shoulders. colored nails scratched over his already tanned skin, leaving thin lines of red in different shapes all over his back and spine.

with each new attempt of spreading more claw marks over his body, benjamin’s teeth found your earlobe. teeth carefully biting on the sensitive skin, coaxing another loud, sinful sound out of your throat. “i love you so much, cherie.” he muttered, groans interrupting the heartwarming confession as your warm walls tightened around his dick.

the words, he spoke with all the gentleness in the world, and meant with his entire heart, pushed you over the edge quickly. his accent, which only got thicker the more he pounded into you, made it difficult to resist the incoming waves of ecstasy and pleasure.

[toogayforthistoday]

Borderlands!AU Drabble

This would not leave my head while I was trying to get to sleep, so I thought I’d share with y’all. Tell me what you think.

I don’t want to make this a whole fic, but I’ll probably end up writing a bunch of little drabbles about this while I work on mine and Dabi’s canon backstory.

I don’t have designs for Compress or Hitoshi in the Borderlands!AU yet, and I’m still trying to figure out Hitoshi’s Action Skill. Compress’ is done for the most part?

Anyways, on to the drabble!

With one last solid hit, the digi-struct device sunk back into the terminal with a more than satisfying clunk. Gabe sat back on their heels with a grin, catching their breath, and listened as the machinery hummed back to life. They looked over to their companions, reaching an arm up to give them the thumbs up. “It’s in and purring! Let her know we’re good to go!” They stood after a minute, stretching out their back after having knelt over for so long.

Hitoshi whooped out a cheer as Compress called back, “Excellent work, my dear!” He brought his ECHOdevice to his front, and made a call to the mechanic. “Ellie, darling. The Catch-A-Ride is back up and running. What say we get motoring?”

“Hooee! I’d let you motor me any day of the week, honey!” Ellie cheered back, making Compress cough in surprise. “Go ahead, and digi-struct you a vehicle and get to wrecking those COV sumbitches!”

“I’m driving!” Gabe immediately called out, hearing the good news through their own ECHO. Walking up to the front of the terminal brought up the comforting sight of a functioning screen. They flipped through all the options, before deciding on the Bandit Technical.

Dabi watched over their shoulder as they made their selection, the skepticism written blatantly over his face. “Do Sirens even know how to drive? Figured you Space Witches would be too uptight to know how to have any fun...” Dabi didn’t know how to drive either, but the thought of anyone else driving him preemptively made his stomach churn.

Gabe rolled their eyes as they punched the digistruct button and turned to their pyro-happy partner, being back-light by the familiar blue glow as the truck came into being. “I have been driving since before Hitoshi was born, so don’t you worry your pretty little bacon ass about it.” They smirked, walking backwards to the truck.

Dabi grinned with a chuckle. “So, you think it’s pretty?” He followed Gabe’s lead towards the vehicle, jumping into the flatbed in the back. Finding a spot to sit wasn’t too hard, but finding a spot so he could easily puke over the side without falling out was another story.

Gabe laughed as they shook their head, jumping into the driver's seat through the open window. They blew the horn, calling over to the others. “Get in losers! We got some bandits to fuck up!” 

“I call gunner!” Hitoshi yelled, booking it to the truck, and Compress casually sauntered behind. Gabe leaned out, stretching their arm out to give their son a hand up to the gunner seat, and waited as Compress joined Dabi in the back. The engine roared to life as they turned the ignition over, the Technical peeling out of the Catch-A-Ride before Dabi could catch his grip.

“Oh fuck, I think I’m gonna be sick…” he muttered, leaning towards the edge of the bed, trying hard not to focus on the Siren’s driving abilities as they drifted around a corner to run over a skag. Compress reached over to pat Dabi’s back in sympathy.

“You’ll get used to it.”

[pavardscherie]

Number 3 with Benji?💗

benjamin was ready to take the next step in his career. bayern munich always treated him good, he became a key player in their defense and played each game if he wasn't booked too many times. still, he shared his deepest thoughts with you. another country yelled his name, lured him in and promised a fight to claim another championship. benjamin was prepared to leave Germany behind and set foot into another football club, but for you, it was much more difficult.

leaving behind friends and family, moving away to another country because long distance would be the murder of your relationship. his schedule was always packed, he spent more hours away than with you together while you shared a house. it would be impossible to manage if he would be so many hours away. but you wouldn't want him to travel to another country on his own, it would break your heart to see him leave without you and knowing, he won't come back to you any time soon.

those worst-case scenarios bothered your mind for days since the night, benjamin shared his decision with you before telling the headquarters of bayern munich about it. he needed your acceptance. staring at the chandelier on the ceiling, you could not focus on the movie, benjamin picked for the date night at home. and who would he be if he didn't notice way too quickly how your mind wandered, and you disappeared from the reality into a prison of negativity.

"cherie, what's taking you away?" his gentle voice caught you off guard, immediately cutting the string of scenarios and pulling you back to the current situation. sprawled out in bed, benjamin's arm around you and used as a pillow by your head.

you did not want to ruin the mood, the little date and fruit plate he prepared with the melted chocolate in the middle. it was one of those days where he could leave the pitch earlier than the weeks before. "it's nothing, just tired." you replied, nuzzling your face into the curve of his neck to hide the embarrasement spreading a deep cherry red blush across the span of your cheeks.

"it's about the upcoming transfer, isn't it? you've been awfully quiet since i've told you my decision, cherie." you didn't need to say another word, after all, you couldn't even agree with him because hurting him after accepting what he wanted or his future. trying to hide your face further in his neck, benjamin reacted way too quickly, scooting slightly away to glance at your bright red features.

"cherie, there's nothing to worry about, i told you that." he muttered, his voice so gentle, so quiet like a beautifully sung lullaby to lure you into the land of dreams. calloused fingertips caressed over your right temple, taking a thin strand of hair between his digits and brushing it back behind your ear. "i love you, i love you so so much, it's impossible to find the right words. it doesn't matter where it takes us, spain, italy or maybe england, i'm always by your side, always with you because you're my heart. cherie, you're my world, i would break apart without you."

[pavardscherie]

Benji 1 <3

you knew you were safe, you always were when he was around.

the crowds gathered in front of the entrance to the stadium, the catacombs and vip area almost closed by the supporters who tried to receive an autograph or a picture before the game. you met a couple of fans, most of them were pretty nice but others couldn’t contain their whispers of jealousy.

yet, benjamin always made sure that you were feeling good around the crowds. as soon as he witnessed the slightest amount of discomfort twisting your features, he excused himself and led you away from the screaming fans. this time, it was no different.

his calloused fingers laced between your slender ones, thumb carefully trying to draw small circles on the back of your hand while walking. fans in bayern munich jerseys gathered in the arena, blocking a couple of ways and completely screaming names from the top of their lungs.

but benjamin did not stop this time. not because he didn’t want to talk to them and exchange a couple of thank you for the support. it was more likely because he felt how your fingernails started to leave crescent shapes on his skin. the discomfort came quickly, the pretty girls with their phones and wide smiles adding a pinch of insecurity to your mood.

so he led you through the crowds, a half smile on his lips and whispering sincere apologies to the ones with the number five in white on their crimson red jerseys. and you knew it was impossible to fall even more in love with the curly-haired french defender, but the feelings grew with each situation.

the way, he cared so much, and guided you safely towards the entrance of the vip area. the way, he immediately felt the change of your mood and could name the small hints for it, without you saying a word to him.

[pavardscherie]

number 10 with benji?🫶🏻

calloused fingers slowly danced over the length of your right thigh. taking in every precious inch of your body, while concentrating on the ways your hips circled perfectly over his. buried deeply inside of your warmth, juices covering his rock hard dick and spreading over his balls.

yet, he didn’t allow you to start the usual routine. jumping up and down in his length, squeezing him tightly with your walls and triggering his orgasm before he pushed you into a haze of pleasure. it was in the cards tonight as benjamin’s plans differed.

he wanted to take his time tonight, feeling and touching every inch of your body for as long as he could. only a couple of days were left before he had to travel back to france to play for the national team, and you could not accompany him.

the span of his warm palms fit perfectly against the curve of your waist, slowly lifting you up. veins popped out, the most remarkable one being the one on the side of his throat. a tad of dark blue, almost a deep purple, against the pale skin with the blemished red spots.

“so impatient, yet so beautiful.” the french defender chuckled to himself, the right corner of his dry mouth lifted ever so lightly. his warm spine was pressed against the cold, black leather of the king sized bed, his hazelnut orbs traveled across your needy body multiple times in a row.

slowly, almost painfully, benjamin used the placement of his hands to guide your waist downwards again. disappearing in the warmth of your cunt for an uncountable time, he let his head fall back and an almost animalistic growl erupted from deep within his chest. the sound he made, and the image he showed you, was enough to know that this time, you were allowed to move.

[toogayforthistoday]

Melpomene, Euterpe, and Terpsichore with Dabi for the greek asks? 😁

Hey Logan!! Thanks for sending this in!

Melpomene: Here’s your dedicated angst question: discuss any angsty or hurt/comfort ideas you have for your ship. 

Hehe, oh no.

So I’m gonna throw in some angst from the Borderlands AU cause the angst in their canon isn’t quite fleshed out enough that I can talk about it, they’re really just vague ideas.

For example, all of the scenes I have planned out around Hitoshi’s bio dad and his connection to Gabe. I have nothing but ‘this happens here’, so details are scarce, and what is there is fucked up, and I may have emotionally scarred Dabi. Twice.

Over in the Borderlands, I’ve got a couple more nightmares about Gabe’s time at Endeavor Corp. planned, but not written out.

A whole mess of ECHO’s from when they were kids, as they’re running around the compound. The ECHOlogs have been written out, I just need to write out how and when and who finds them.

Dabi and Gabe finally figuring out who the other is has been started, but I’m stuck on how to progress the conversation. Right now, Gabe is tearfully threatening to shoot Dabi in the face for lying to them.

Borderlands is NOT NICE to either of them.

Euterpe: What song(s) suit your ship best? Any particular lyrics that fit well? 

I have a whole playlist over on spotify, actually there’s two now, cause I made a separate one for the Borderlands AU!

https://open.spotify.com/playlist/6unlYJf7IbJOSjabUxysSe?si=XcYbniazStiWRQs4vE8Cdw this is the main playlist

https://open.spotify.com/playlist/5My7YsceLpU4OcCFZoay0m?si=kdUccI86T4q4gA5Rm2_UBg and this is the DrabbleLands playlist so far

But as for lyrics I think fit them, I’m only grab lyrics from one for now, cause I’m currently so in love with this song for us. It’s ‘Achilles Come Down’ by Gang of Youths, and this specific verse just hits so right

Loathe the way they light candles in Rome But love the sweet air of the votives Hurt and grieve but don't suffer alone Engage with the pain as a motive

Terpsichore: Have you and your f/o(s) ever danced together? What kind of dancing? Formal dress or completely informal jamming out in your home? 

Dabi and I have danced a few times, not well by any stretch, but we had fun either way. Some lazy waltzing, nothing too fast paced, and we were camped out on a roof top, just taking some time for ourselves to be together.

~ Gabe

[toogayforthistoday]

DrabbleLands Pt.3: The Name Game

At this point, there is no order in which these drabbles are getting written, and I don’t particularly care.

Did somebody order some fluff? Yes? Fantastic! Hope you guys like it!

Trigger Warning: It is not fantastic, I’m just mean. Also I’m crying too. Fantasy Drug Use on Children Mention (Eridium), Fantasy Drug Withdrawal (Eridium), Child Abuse Mention.

If I’ve missed any tags, I apologize, please message me so I can add them!

They stared up at the ceiling of their holding cell, the only room they could call their own in this hell. They focused on the rivets holding the metal panels in place, in an attempt to ignore the faint song coming from the glow as it hummed just beneath their skin, slowly fading. The wait until it was completely gone was always the worst part. Their marks burned in over-stimulation, sensitive to even the slightest brush of fabric from their starch-stiff gown, absolute agony from the hands that constantly grabbed and pinched.

A knock near the barrier caused them to jump. The ‘scientists’ never knocked… Gripping at the fabric to hold it away from the marks on their leg made it easier to sit up from the cot. Turning their head, their gaze met with bright blue eyes that made their own widen. The red man’s son stood off to the side, not quite directly in front of the barrier separating them, leaning more around the edge of the wall. His eyes held the fear they remembered hearing in his voice from before, as well as a curiosity that made their anxiety spike. They continued to stare at him, not speaking, hoping they weren’t about to get dragged out for more experiments at the boys behest.

“Um… Hi,” he started slowly, finally stepping out into full view, worrying the skin around his fingers. “M-my name’s Touya.” He wasn’t dressed in a suit like his father was, his outfit more suited to running around and playing outside, than the stiff dullness the red man thrived in. The patches of dirt on the elbows of his sweater, and the bruises on his bare knees were proof enough of that. But what spoke louder, were the odd burn marks on the side of his face. “What- um, what’s your name?”

They stared him down, before standing up and walking towards the barrier. ‘Touya’ backed up, letting out a faint whimper as he did, stopping when they did. They looked through the transparent red wall down the halls on either side of their cell, not seeing anyone else with him. Their gaze fell back on the boy, before slowly sinking down to sit on the floor. “I don’t have a name. They just call me ‘The Siren’. I’m not allowed to have a name until I’m useful.” They finally answered him.

‘Touya’ blinked at their reply, surprised to get an answer at all. “Oh.” He swallowed loudly, moving towards the barrier again, and also sitting down in front of it. “How will they know if you’re useful?” His head tilt to the side, his curiosity over-riding his fear once again. The shift moved some of his impossibly red hair, showing a small patch of bright white peeking through. They quirked an eyebrow up in question, more to themself than to the boy.

“When I stop fighting back, and start listening to their orders.” They tilted their head as well. “Why is your hair white?” 

The boy's hands shot up to cover the spot on his head. They rubbed quickly to ruffle his hair enough to cover the spot again. He eventually calmed down, lowering his hands to worry the hem of his sweater as he pouted. “I’m sick. My Mom has it too. Eventually all my hair will be white. Dad wants me to keep it hidden. He doesn’t want other people to know.”

“But you just told me.”

‘Touya’ nodded. “Dad’s not nice to anyone. Not even Mom. So I don’t listen to him either.” He smiled a little, which they returned slowly. He looked down after a bit to watch his hands fiddle with his sweater. “...Your wings were really pretty.”

That confused them. “Wings?” They looked over their shoulder, down at their back to see if anything was there, before turning back to the smaller child. “...What wings?”

‘Touya’ looked up at them again, the small smile still on his face. “The ones you had earlier. They came out after…” he paused, the smile falling from his face. “...The purple stuff they put in you made your spots glow blue.” He gripped his sweater tighter, lowering his gaze once again. “Do you need the purple stuff to get your wings? Or can you get them without it?”

They shrugged, frowning at the boy. “I didn’t even know I had wings until you told me.” They looked down at their hand for a moment, flexing it to see how much of the glow remained. “...I could try.” He hummed at them in question as they closed their eyes. They focused the hum towards their back, similarly to how they would focus on their arm to use their powers, the few times they had been allowed to without the threat of shock batons and sedation. The usual feeling of sensitivity had lessened as they continued to focus as well, bringing a satisfying sense of relief. At ‘Touya’s shout of surprise, they opened their eyes again, seeing the red-head standing with a wide grin.

“You did it! They’re not as big as last time, but you’ve got your wings!” His arms were raised in victory as he bounced happily. They looked to their back again, and sure enough, a small set of blue wings, just shorter than their arm span, floated behind them, streaks of energy looking as delicate as actual feathers. Reaching out to touch them revealed they were just as sensitive as their marks were, and reacted to the contact from their fingers. They tried to move the new appendages, and realized maneuvering them came as naturally as their Powers had.

“...I have wings.” The statement came out whisper quiet, they barely registered that they had spoken out loud, too focused on admiring them.

“...Can I give you a name?” Their head whipped back around to face ‘Touya’, eyes wide in surprise. The young boy still grinned widely at them, the fear from before having completely left him. They nodded slowly, dropping their hand back down into their lap. “I wanna name you Angel! Cause your wings make you look like an angel!”

They thought over the name for a minute, gazing back at their new wings. Angel turned back to Touya with a real smile. “I like it. My name is Angel.”

-

Gabe slowly awoke, quickly registering the plush cushions of the couch they’d curled up on in Rhys’ office, and feeling a weight leaning against their chest. Slowly cracking an eye open, the comforting purple fluff of Hitoshi’s hair filled their vision, letting them relax under their son’s weight. Bringing their hand up to rub at their face, the wetness that fell from their eyes became apparent, and their heart clenched at the memory of the young boy, making it hard to breathe.

As carefully as they could, Gabe managed to free themself from under the teen and laid him back down on the couch, making sure not to wake him. Not bothering to pull their boots back on, they headed towards the Atlas CEO’s desk, taking a seat on the floor behind the high backed chair, looking out over the megatropolis far below them. The tears started to fall harder the longer they sat, staring out the window. 

Curling in on themself, Gabe hugged their legs to their chest as they silently rocked, doing their best to not wake the others as they wept.

“I’m sorry, Touya… I’m so sorry…”

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More tales from the Borderlands!AU DrabbleLands

As usual, I couldn’t sleep, and my sleep schedule has gone completely insane, so I’m indulging myself in this bullshit once again.

This one hurts to start. Forewarning.

Trigger warnings: Surgery mention, Graphic depictions of needles, Graphic depictions of injections, Child Abuse, Medical Experimentation, Medical Experimentation on Children, Fantasy Drug Use (Eridium), Fantasy Drug Use on Children (Eridium),

If I’ve missed any tags, I apologize, please message me so I can add them!

Onto the pain!

“The Siren’s abilities seem to have increased with that last dose.”

 A voice rang out loudly, seemingly coming from right beside their head. They attempted to roll over, away from the noise, halting the motion when the shackles and straps reminded them they weren’t allowed to. The voice chuckled at the attempt before continuing.

“Make a note to increase the Eridium levels for tomorrow's tests. We’ll keep the same dose for the rest of today's tests, and have Kido send this report to-”

“No need, gentlemen. I’ll be observing the next test.” A second, louder voice came from speakers mounted high on the walls around the room, seemingly echoing through their head. The voice made them tense up, forcing themself to open their eyes. 

Standing in an observation room above them, looking out over the surgical tools and machinery, stood a tall man in a suit, impossibly red hair his only defining feature. They snarled in disgust, doing their best to spit at him and his cushy throne room. The red man chuckled before looking to his side, placing a large hand on a boy they hadn’t noticed yet. A rather young boy, younger than them, who shared the tall man’s impossibly red hair.

“She’s just a kid, like me...”

“You see, son? There’s nothing to be afraid of. This Siren will be the strongest the galaxies have ever seen, and she will lead your forces, one day. Thus is the might of the Endeavor Corporation. Nothing will stop our march forward.”

The boy stared down at them, terror and concern in equal measure painted his face. His small hand reached out to his father, almost grabbing at his pant leg, before withdrawing it to clutch at his own hand, worrying the skin around his fingers.

“I… I don’t think she likes us…”

The red man laughed deeply, slapping his son firmly on the back. The small boy flew forwards, bracing himself to land against the thick glass separating the observation room from the surgery below. The red man continued to laugh, uncaring towards his own son's plight.

“She simply has not yet learned her place with us. In time, she will. Until then, a liberal use of restraints will be needed. Now!”

The ‘scientists’ around them paused in their preparations, looking up at the observation room, awaiting further command from the man who signed their paychecks.

“There’s no need to wait until tomorrow to increase the levels. Have them increased for the rest of today's tests, and give my son here a show of a Siren’s true potential!”

The ‘scientists’ nod in unison, most resuming their tasks, and two others walked away. One headed to a cabinet off to the side of the room, the other to a terminal that beeped loudly at her prodding. The terminal exuded a vial of purple liquid that immediately drew their attention away from the red man. The purple glow sang out to them, calling them home as a mother would a child. They despised that glow, and it’s song, holding nothing but disdain and hatred for the calming tune. 

The second man returned with a large syringe, handing it to the woman at the terminal. They watched as she extracted the contents of the vial into the syringe, and they knew what would happen next. They screamed out, yelling profanities at the liquid, the ‘scientists’, the red man and his son, all while pulling at the restraints keeping them tied to the table.

“Dad, are they gonna hurt her?”

“Of course not. This is for her own good! Now, stop asking stupid questions and pay attention.”

The woman with the syringe drew closer, and they screamed louder, their insults rang out faster and more desperate with each step she took.

“Hold her down!”

Many hands reached out to grasp their limbs, holding too tightly and restricting their movement. They screamed out louder, begging them to stay away. The felt the needle slowly enter their arm, and their screaming turned to sobs.

“Dad, they’re hurting her! You said they weren’t gonna hurt her!”

“Touya, they’re not hurting her. Siren’s don't feel pain! They’re not human!”

The plunger sank down, injecting the purple glow under their skin. They felt the syringe pull out of their arm, ripping another sob from them. The hands all slowly let go as the singing liquid called out louder to them, sinking deep into their being. They could feel their markings pulse in time with the song, glowing bright blue in response. An off beat pounding from above them caught their attention through the haunting melody. Shifting their tear-streaked gaze up, the small boy pounded on the glass separating them, bright blue eyes reflecting their Siren markings.

“Let her go! LET HER GO!!”

“HELP ME!”

“Sunshine!”

-

Gabe shot up, breathing heavily. Their hands quickly rubbed over where the restraints had held them down, confirming they were free. The sickly green glow of their markings illuminated the small make-shift camp in the early morning light, reflecting off the face of their still sleeping son. They sighed in relief and rubbed at their face, forcing themself to count their breaths, and turn off the glow. A hand at their shoulder made them jump, turning to see a surprised pyro with his hands up in surrender.

“Sorry. You started glowing, and I got worried…” Dabi lowered his hands and sat down beside them, grabbing the canteen and holding it out to them. Gabe accepted it with a nod, taking a long swig from it before swallowing thickly. They capped it off and handed it back to him with a quiet ‘thanks’. “...Bad dream?”

Gabe nodded, absently bringing their hand up to rub at the injection spot. The scar-tissue was all that remained of their childhood, but the nightmares never stopped. Dabi’s eyes followed their hand before he spoke up. “You get a lot of those?”

They nodded again. “Almost every night.” They grinned sadly with a chuckle, “It’s a wonder I can function, half the time.” 

Dabi hummed while leaning back, moving his hands under his back to support his new position. “...Do you wanna talk about it?”

They looked up at him in question before shaking their head. “Not really.”

He nodded in understanding. Sitting back up, he uncapped the canteen and took a drink himself. “Something my sister told me, long time ago, was that… If you told your nightmares to someone else, it’d spread the weight of the fear. The more you talked about it, the less scary it would be, until Poof!” Dabi wiggled his fingers for emphasis. “The nightmare would go away.”

Gabe snickered quietly, smirking at the black and white haired man. After a moment, they reluctantly shot back “...Did it work?”

“Yeah…” Dabi smiled back at them, offering the canteen to them again. Gabe reached out to take hold of the metal bottle, fingers gently brushing against Dabi’s, as a grumble came from the purple haired teen beside them.

“Mom…?” Hitoshi yawned out as he sat up, stretching the kinks out of his shoulder.

“Maybe another time…” They whispered to Dabi as they stood, walking over to their son. Dabi nodded slowly to himself, bringing his hand up to rub at his staples around his neck. “Morning, Bee. You sleep okay?” They spoke softly, smiling at the teen. He nodded, rubbing the sleep out of his eye. “That’s good. You wake up Atsu, and I’ll get breakfast started, okay?”

“Okay…” He yawned out again, reaching for his jacket and boots. He tossed a boot at the magician, landing the heel on his temple. “Uncle Atsu, get up, we got shit to do.” Dabi snorted at the display, ducking his head as he laughed.

“Hitoshi Shinso, that is not what I meant by ‘wake him up’!”

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I’m gonna be posting DrabbleLands over on AO3

My account looked a little empty

https://archiveofourown.org/works/28183962/chapters/69061833

Boom.