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Helloo hello I’m Water

— I write, ish. I started off being a role player and for the past like 10 years I’ve been rping with my ocs. I’ve only recently started writing fics which has been a huge pivot for me and I struggle daily with not having someone to do half the work of writing

— I love horror, fantasy, and basically any au under the sun

— My blog is intended to be a home for my fics and drabbles but I might post other things like art and unrelated rambles

— I welcome asks and comments/requests and suggestions. I don’t have a beta and I would love feedback on anything, even if it’s a (kindly worded) critique.

— my writing interest currently lie with alien stage but I’ve been wanting to dive into more fandoms

Other places to find me:

AO3: Water_eddown

Twitter: water_eddown

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— Character: Deidara, Illumi, and Ivan

— Ships: Sasodei, Ivti, SukuIta, Andrew/Niel

— Song: Babylon by Dirt Poor Robins

— Book/Show/Game: Alien Stage, Jujutsu Kaisen, Mistborn, and all for the game

— Trope I’ll die for: Enemies to lovers, obsessive love, villain soft for only one person, and psychological warfare romance

Tags I use:

#watereddown Drabble— things that aren’t quite fic worthy but I still want to see the light of day

#my fic — anything I wanna write that is/isn’t Drabble

#watereddown thoughts— anything personal from me that isn’t writing

#watereddown ocs— my personal guys, even though I’ve stepped away from rping them I still adore the shit outta em and I might write or draw a few things about them.

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Alnst ivti prison au drabble

Inmate Ivan x Prison guard Till

Word count: 818

Ivan leans against the bars, arms stretched out as if he owns the hallway too. His jumper is rumpled, the collar open, and there’s a flush to his cheeks that can only be from someone’s personal stash of prison wine. His head tilts slightly as he watches the hallway.

His eyes light up when familiar footsteps echo towards him.

“Officer Till,” Ivan drawls, his voice thick with amusement and wine. It’s too smooth to be innocent and too slow to be sober. “You’re looking serious today. That for me?”

Till doesn’t break his stride. “Back against the wall, inmate.”

“Don’t be cruel,” Ivan murmurs, ignoring the command. As Till passes, he lets one hand drift down, catching the edge of his sleeve with a light tug. “You always walk by so fast. I miss you when you’re gone.”

Till jerks his arm free and shoots Ivan a warning glare, though there’s no real heat behind it. It’s more bark than bite, and they both know it.

“You’re drunk.”

“Guilty,” Ivan confesses, making no effort to hide his satisfaction. As Till moves to step past, Ivan’s fingers hook into the belt loop at his hip. Another tug, pulling him back. “You should stay and chat, Officer.”

“…Back against the wall. Last warning.”

Ivan smiles, unbothered, and rests his forehead against the bars. “So mean,” he pouts. “And yet, you always humor me.”

Till doesn’t reply but he doesn’t walk away either.

Ivan peeks through the bars, his smile widening like he’s just won something. “See?” he says softly. “You’re thinking about it.”

Till huffs through his nose, the faintest crack in his armor. He shifts his weight but doesn’t speak.

Ivan hums, leaning in as if confiding a secret. “Tell you what. If you stay and chat, I’ll let you take my cell phone.”

That gets a reaction.

Till straightens. “Your what?”

“My cell phone,” Ivan repeats, grinning like a boy who’s just been caught with his hand in the cookie jar. Or rather, one who had just announced to the world that he has his hand in a cookie jar. “You know, the contraband kind?”

Till’s eyes narrow. “You’re lying.”

Ivan lifts one brow, all innocence. “Am I?”

Till steps closer, just enough that the toes of his boots graze against the edge of Ivan’s cell. “Where would you even hide a phone in here?”

Ivan’s grin turns sly. “Now, that’s a much more interesting question.”

Till exhales sharply through his nose. “You’re impossible.”

“And yet,” Ivan says, voice dropping as he leans his weight into the bars again, “here you are.”

Their eyes lock. There’s a flicker of something not quite said hanging in the air between them.

“I should report you,” Till says, but his hearts not in it.

“You won’t.” Ivan’s reply is quiet, but certain.

A muscle twitches in Till’s jaw. He’s not sure if he wants to punch Ivan or close the distance between them. Maybe both.

Ivan tilts his head against the bars, his dark eyes hazy with something that softens the edges of his smugness. “It’s not just the wine speaking, you know,” he murmurs. “I really do miss you when you’re gone.”

Till swallows. “Don’t.”

“Don’t what?”

“Don’t say shit like that.”

“Why not?”

“Because,” Till bites out, then falls silent. His jaw clenches with the effort it takes to not blurt something stupid. “Because it makes it harder to do my job.”

Ivan’s smile fades into something fond, with only the lightest undercurrent of smugness. “Then maybe don’t try so hard.”

Till doesn’t move. His hand twitches at his side like he’s about to reach for something, someone, right in front of him.

Instead, he sighs. “Where’s the phone?”

Ivan perks up, grinning once again. “So now you believe me!”

“I believe you’re annoying enough to actually smuggle one in.”

“Your words are daggers, Officer. Straight through my heart.” Ivan pouts dramatically.

Another silence.

“Check under the mattress.”

Till blinks.

“I’m not kidding,” Ivan adds. “It’s old, it barely works, and the battery’s shit, but it’s there. I pinky promise, Officer.”

Till studies him for a long moment. Then, with a slow step back, he says, “If I find it, I’m confiscating it.”

“Yeah? Why else do you think I went through the effort of smuggling it in?”

That one lands. Till’s expression is stuck between exasperation and something slightly more dangerous.

He turns toward the door but pauses to shoot Ivan a look. “Back against the wall. Next time I walk by, I want to see you there. I’m checking that mattress tomorrow. If it’s there, it’s mine.”

Ivan’s eyes gleam. “Yes, Officer.”

And for a heartbeat, Till’s lips twitch like he might smile but he’s gone down the hallway before Ivan can claim it.

Ivan stays where he is, head against the bars, grinning to himself like a man who’s already well on his way to winning.

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Alnst ivti fae au drabble

Dryad Ivan x Nymph Till

At the heart of a forest untouched by man lies a lake nestled against a wall of stone like a secret. It isn’t large nor particularly deep, but it twinkles like shards of glass. The trees here grow tall and protective, their branches reaching far overhead. Light spills through the shifting leaves as it sways against the gentle breeze. Moss clings to their roots and drinks the spray of the waterfall above. The water is so clear it resembles a window into another world, one with polished river stones and drifting weeds just below the surface.

When the sun is high, the lake becomes a mirror of sky and leaves. At night, it reflects the shining stars with an eerie stillness, like it’s holding the heavens captive.

Lilies float across the surface and dragonflies skim the water around them. Frogs sing low from the shadows while cicadas hum from their homes. The air always feels slightly cooler here, touched by the scent of freshwater and damp earth.

The far side of the lake is deeper, its edge darkened by the rocky ledge and a willow tree whose long branches trail the water like playful fingers. That’s where Till often lingers, partially submerged with his hair dripping as he watches the ripples dance around him. His eyes shimmer like fish scales in motion. They're blue from afar, but shift to silver whenever he turns his gaze revealing a kind of stillness only found at the bottom of deep, undisturbed pools

Fish nestle against the nymph’s arms without fear and small frogs perch on his shoulders like birds. He moves only when the water does, he flows where it flows, shaped by its will as if it were his own. He doesn’t disturb the surface of the water, he simply completes it.

And on that same edge hidden in the shade, stands a young dryad carved of earth and solitude. His skin bears the faint pattern of bark and his dark hair is tangled with leaves that never fall.

Ivan watches Till with black eyes that pierce like damp soil after rain. When he breathes, the moss thickens beneath his feet. When Till smiles, flowers bloom at his ankles in wild and tangled clusters as if the earth itself couldn’t contain the feelings blossoming in Ivan’s chest.

He never speaks. He only watches, just as quiet as the trees around him and rooted by something deeper than earth. The forest knows him. The willow bends toward him when the wind picks up and sap seems to run sweeter near where he stands.

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