Nyssa!! May I humbly request Enjin + edging for the kink drabble thing? or somno! whatever speaks to u tbh (*´ω`*)
i nearly combusted thinking about Enjin and his pretty pretty hands playing with you but never letting you cum 𐔌՞ ܸ.ˬ.ܸ՞𐦯
cw: fem!reader, edging, fingering, teasing
Enjin had you spread open on the bed, two of his thick fingers rubbing small circles onto your exposed clit. Every time your breath hitched or your hips started to rock into his hand, he eased the pressure just enough to keep you close to the edge, but never enough to let you tumble over it.
"Enjin, please—" you whine as your thighs start to shake from his cruel treatment.
He only hummed lazily, a lopsided grin forming on his lips when he dragged his fingers lower, sliding them through your folds before dragging them back up. The pad of his thumb pressed against your clit now, rubbing three strokes with perfect pressure, then vanished completely- leaving you needy and clenching around nothing.
"Getting close, darling?" He mused and watched you nod frantically. Enjin only smiled and started to caress your clit once again, feather light touches until your voice cracked in his name, hips rolling helplessly.
When he saw your entrance flutter and clench around nothing, he pulled away and dragged his fingers over your inner thighs, painting your skin with your own arousal. The denial started to burn hot under your skin, every nerve feeling raw and exposed. When he finally touched you again it was just the ghost of contact that had you whining and chasing his hand once more.
"Not yet," Enjin hummed and leaned down and pressed a small kiss to your knee while his thick fingers finally sunk into your cunt, only to curl torturously slow against your sweet spot to keep you right at the edge with nowhere to go.
Hiii!! About the drabble challenge, can I suggest Kraven the hunter and the tag power bottom, with Sergei x male!reader pls? Good luck with the challenge overall and have a nice summer <3
Hiiiii saucemoustache! Thank you so much for the suggestion <3 I hope you are having a wonderful summer, too~
Here's a little something (OK it ended up longer than a drabble) for the combo you suggested <3 I hope you enjoy!
Reward | Sergei Kravinoff x Male Reader | E, 4k
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Fandom: Kraven the Hunter
Summary: “When does your break begin?”
You meet Sergei Kravinoff precisely once before he decides that he wants you. Unfortunately for you, wanting Sergei back comes with expectations – and consequences.
Prompt: Power bottom + Sergei Kravinoff + Male Reader
Reward
He looks like he could snap me in two.
You place the water down with your best service smile and a low, murmured greeting. Impossibly blue eyes turn from the stage where Dmitri is drawing the attention of the room, meeting your gaze as you take a step back, empty tray clutched between you like a shield. You can’t help the way your breath catches as he shifts, muscles stretching the thin white fabric of his shirt.
“Thank you,” he murmurs, his voice softer than you expect. It catches you off guard enough that you miss the smile at first. By the time you notice it, it has sharpened into something unmistakably predatory. Blue eyes drop to your name badge and, for a heartbeat, you swear they flash gold as he says your name. “You’re new here.”
Inclining your head, you nod. “Yes, Mr Kravinoff. Six months.”
“Hm.” His gaze lingers a fraction too long, studying you as though you’re far more interesting than the untouched steak on his plate – rare enough to border on blue – and Dmitri’s crooning performance filling the air. “So you know who I am, and yet, unlike your colleagues, you haven’t tried anything. Not your type?”
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including the previous drabble in this challenge because they're connected :)
(a not-so-vague Leviticus AU)
***
Neil's breath washes over the side of Andrew's face, fragrant with fermented berries.
"Wine-drunk is not a good look on you," Andrew says.
The reprimand is self-directed. Disappointment with himself for not pulling away.
"Everything is a good look on me," Neil counters with a smile.
Andrew can feel the cheeky motion, rather than see the shape of it, flower across Neil's mouth.
For a moment, Andrew allows himself to live the lie, inhale Neil's second-hand breath. It's all he can do to keep himself from kissing him. The boy who doesn't swing. The boy who doesn't kiss other boys.
***
The boy kisses him first. Andrew can't even reciprocate, inert from surprise, caught in the thrall of Neil's lips, the nest of his teeth. But it isn't until Neil just keeps going that Andrew realizes something is wrong. Until it isn't a kiss anymore, but a bloodletting.
He holds Neil by the throat, wraps his fist around his thrashing pulse.
Neil snarls, and Andrew knows it isn't just one thing that is wrong, but a whole miscellany of them.
No one has looked at him with that kind of hunger before. No one who mattered.
Yeah so the poll said you lot wanted Scar, so I used one of my old AU idea outlines and whipped this up in three days with the help of my cat sleeping beside me. This one is SO messy and long. I didn't even bother spacing the paragraphs out properly, I'll come back and do it later
Due to length reasons, the full AU explanation for clarification will be at the bottom, cuz this one got LONG!
Etho is kitsune hybrid, Bdubs is also a fox hybrid, Cleo's a zombie hybrid, and Scar's a vex hybrid ((its an old recessive gene from Cleo's side of the family)).
Clockers family AU, except Scar, despite being the youngest of two, has the middle child curse of being forgotten and was one day accidentally left behind in the park and attacked by a dog, being found and rescued from the attack by his uncle, Cleo's younger brother, who is also a vex hybrid. The very same uncle was also similarly neglected and overlooked as a child ((Like istg I made a whole OC outta him..... but this AU is where he started)) and got hurt many times because of it, refused to let the cycle repeat and took Scar, raising him himself whilst cutting contact since he knew what would happen if Cleo found out. Years later after making friends and stuff and ending up on Hermitcraft Scar recognizes his parents and brother... but they don't recognize him yet.
I decided not to add it in, but in my hcs vexes and vex hybrids have these vexbonds! like avian flockbonds, and similarly crucial and magical and necessary. Full vexes can die if they don't have vexbonds, and hybrids may just get really sick. Though a few have died, its very rare. But they're still very important, the way having a kidney is important. Luckily, the vexbonds form not only to other hybrids but to fullblood vexes as well! So Adam (Scar's Uncle) survived on those vexbonds, maybe a small one to another vex hybrid he met and made friends with, and when Ryan was a baby and they first met, they vexbonded quickly.
More notes at the bottom!
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Ryan didn't know he was the forgotten child.
Not really.
He just knew that Mama and Dad smiled bigger when his big brother Bdubs did something funny.
He knew Dad always remembered Bdubs' favorite foods but not his.
He knew Mama would spend hours helping Bdubs with school projects, while Ryan usually wandered outside to catch butterflies or chase allays through the woods until someone eventually called him home.
Sometimes they forgot where he'd gone. Sometimes they forgot he was outside at all. Sometimes they forgot him at the store. It happened enough that Ryan had learned to make games out of it. If nobody remembered he existed....he'd see how long it took before someone did.
Ryan had learned, by the age of four, that being forgotten wasn't always forever!
Sometimes it was only ten minutes. Sometimes it was an hour.
Once, it had been almost the whole afternoon before Mama came running through the marketplace with panic written all over her face.
She'd hugged him so tightly afterward that he'd squeaked. "I'm so sorry, sweetheart."
Ryan had nodded because Mama had been crying, and he didn't like it when Mama cried. After that, she'd bought him a cinnamon bun bigger than his head.
Ryan liked being invisible.
Not because he wanted to disappear. Because disappearing came naturally.
Vex magic did funny things.
Sometimes he'd giggle and vanish halfway through dinner, startling Mama into nearly dropping a plate.
"Ryan!"
He'd pop back into sight, laughing so hard he snorted.
Mama -though Dad called her Cleo- would clutch her chest dramatically.
"You are going to be the death of me."
"But it was funny."
"It was, Ryan." Then she'd sigh. "...Please don't do it while I'm holding knives."
His grandparents always laughed.
"That's our one little vex."
Well...
Not the only one. He was just the only *little* vex in the family.
His mom's brother was a vex hybrid too! He and Ryan even had a vexbond! Uncle Adam even gave him flying lessons and taught him about his magic!
"Don't fight it."
Ryan frowned. "I'm not."
"You are."
"I'm really not."
"You scrunch your nose."
Ryan immediately relaxed his face. "...Oh."
Adam chuckled. "There. Just let it happen naturally."
The world around Ryan blurred to anyone else. The colors melted. Then— He couldn't see his hands anymore.
Ryan squealed happily, "I did it!"
Adam grinned despite the dark circles under his eyes.
"Told you."
"Can I scare Bubby?"
"...Within reason." Ryan immediately bolted inside. Adam sighed. "I said within—"
A loud shriek erupted from somewhere upstairs. Bdubs yelled. Ryan dissolved into delighted laughter.
Adam pinched the bridge of his nose. ...Close enough."
Ryan liked Uncle Adam.
Uncle Adam never forgot where he was.
Never. Even when Ryan slipped into invisibility. Even when he flew halfway into a tree with clumsy vex magic, his big leathery wings weren't strong enough yet to fly on his own. Even when Ryan wandered farther than Mama said he should, Uncle Adam always found him. It was almost spooky.
"You can tell where I am?"
"Yeah!"
"How?"
Adam smiled. "...adult vexes know baby vexes."
Ryan tilted his head.
"You do?"
"We do."
Ryan accepted this immediately. "Cool."
Adam smiled again. A little sadly. "Yeah."
Sometimes Ryan noticed strange things.
Like how Uncle Adam became tense whenever Mama raised her voice.
Not even at him. At anyone.
His shoulders would stiffen. His smile would disappear. His eyes would flick toward the nearest exit.
Ryan never understood why. Mama wasn't scary....Usually.
Ok, Mama with the axe was scary but she only ever threatened Dad with it.
~!~
Dad liked Bdubs. Ryan knew that.
Not because Dad didn't love him. Ryan thought Dad probably did.
Bubby was a fox ike dad. But Scar had magic the way Dad did, just Dad had kitsune magic, and Scar had vex magic. But Dad said Scar's magic did feel a little different than other vexes', because of his yokai blood. Dad even had cool eyes! One red eye and one blue eye.
Papa loved him. Etho just... forgot.
Forgot Ryan was sitting beside him. Forgot Ryan wanted to show him the shiny rock he'd found. Forgot Ryan had asked a question. Forgot Ryan was still waiting.
Bdubs always got answers.
Ryan usually wandered off before anyone noticed.
Mama tried.
Ryan knew she did.
She remembered birthdays. Made soup when he got sick. Read stories before bed. She hugged him. She kissed his forehead. She loved him.
She just... Forgot where he'd wandered.
Again. And again. And again.
Ryan had started leaving little trails. Not because Mama asked him to. Just because it made finding him easier.
It was after one of *those* days that Grandpa gave him his nickname.
Ryan had tripped over a tree root and scraped his knee open.
He'd whimpered exactly long enough for Grandpa to scoop him into his lap.
"That's going to leave a scar."
Ryan sniffled. "...Really?"
Grandpa nodded solemnly. "Guess we'll have to call you Scar now."
Ryan sniffled through the tears. "Scar?"
"The bravest little Scar I've ever met."
Ryan liked that. Scar sounded... strong. After that everyone used it. Eventually even Ryan forgot that once upon a time he'd only answered to Ryan.
~!~
The meetup at the park felt exciting. Scar was six years old. Bdubs was eight.
Mama had convinced Uncle Adam to visit for once, in his nineteen-year-old way.
Dad packed lunch. Bdubs immediately challenged everyone to races. Ryan wandered into the trees.
Not because he was upset. Just because the woods were interesting. Allays flitted between branches. A pair of wild vexes watched him from above.
One swooped low enough for Ryan to laugh.
"I'm not supposed to go too far."
The vex chirped. Ryan followed anyway.
By the time he realized he couldn't hear the others anymore, the sun had started moving.
He didn't know a server-wide alert went out, causing his family to leave before his uncle could even get there. He didn't know that he hadn't realized he wasn't with them.
"...Mama?"
Nothing. He wandered farther.
"Dad?" Only birds. He found the path again eventually. The park. Empty. Ryan frowned. "...Hello?"
No answer. He waited. Maybe they were hiding.
"Bdubs?"
Nothing. The allays gathered around him first. One tugged gently on his sleeve. Another floated worried circles around his head.
"I'm over here!" Ryan waved both arms. "They forgot me again! And it's not the store this time!!"
The allays scattered, looking for a fox hybrid, a zombie hybrid, and another little fox.
Surely, they'd come back.
~!~
They didn't. Hours passed. The light faded into orange, and the stars began to peek through in the sunset. Ryan's throat hurt from shouting. His stomach growled. The allays returned with berries.
Still no Mama. Still no Dad. Still no Bdubs.
Ryan sat alone on the swings until the metal became cold beneath him.
"...They forgot me."
The words sounded different out loud.
Bigger. Real.
He didn't notice the dog until it was too late.
~!~!~!~
On another server...
Scrapper -the nickname Adam had gotten long ago but had never told his family, for reasons even he wasn't sure of, frowned at the coordinates in his communicator.
He'd almost ignored Cleo's message.
Almost. Then the emergency lockdown between servers happened.
Nobody was allowed through portals for an hour. Nobody was allowed to travel. By the time restrictions lifted...
He figured they'd all be gone.
Still. Something twisted in his chest. Calling.
Just enough.
He stepped through the portal anyway.
The park was empty.
"...Figures."
He shoved his hands into his pockets. Kids laughed in the distance. Families packed up picnics. No Clockers. No Cleo. No Etho. Neither of his nephews.
He sighed. *Should've known.*
He turned and froze. A wild vex dove toward him. Panicked. Not aggressive. Terrified. It grabbed his sleeve and pulled. Pulled again.
"...What is it, kin?" He chittered questioningly. *Hurt?-danger?-help?*
It screeched *danger-pup-attack-danger!* Then shot toward the woods, then stopped and looked back.
Scrapper's stomach dropped. He could feel his vexbond, the only vexbond he had with a hybrid instead of fullblood, pulse all of the sudden.
"No..."
The vex flew again. Faster. Scrapper followed, his own huge wings flapping hard.
He knew this feeling. He hated this feeling.
Running through unfamiliar woods because no adult had noticed a child was missing.
He remembered doing exactly this, except he was the child then, unnoticed by his parents and his own big sister.
Wandering off unnoticed until he was basically a street child, being hurt and taken advantage of.
The barking echoed through the trees.
Then a scream.
High. Young. Pain.
Scrapper's heart stopped.
~!~
The clearing looked like chaos.
A massive feral Rottweiler snapped wildly.
Tiny wild vexes clawed at its face.
Allays darted desperately around it.
A little vex hybrid boy lay curled beneath it. Covered in blood.
"No!"
Scrapper's sword cleared its sheath in one motion, not any normal sword but a sword every Vex hybrid was able to summon like their fullblood kin.
Magic exploded outward. Vex claws tore across the dog's muzzle.
It lunged. He met it head-on.
Steel. Magic. Teeth. One final slash.
The animal fled yelping into the forest.
Silence. Then tiny sobs.
~!~
Ryan's face hurt.
Everything hurt. He couldn't breathe. His leg hurt the most. It felt like it was snapped in half.
"Ryan! Ryan, look at me, little rocket..."
The little boy blinked through tears.
"...Uncy?"
Scrapper dropped to his knees.
"Oh god." Carefully, so carefully, he gathered the half-dead six-year-old into his arms. "Ryan? It's okay."
Ryan buried his face against his uncle's chest. "It hurts."
"I know, little rocket."
"They..." Ryan hiccuped. " ...they forgot me again."
Everything inside Scrapper went cold.
Again. Not once. Again. Like with him.
"...Again?"
Ryan nodded. "They leave me lots."
Like it was normal.
Like it wasn't even worth crying about anymore.
Scrapper closed his eyes. For one horrible second... He was twelve again.
Standing knee-deep in floodwater, gasping, shivering, coughing up water and bits of blood. Wondering whether his family would notice if he had drowned, had been killed in the flood.
No. Not again. Not another child.
Not his own nephew.
He couldn't let the cycle repeat itself.
~!~
The healer didn't waste time.
"Oh stars..."
The older woman immediately ushered them into an emergency room.
~!~
Hours later...
"The leg will heal." The healer rubbed tired eyes. "It won't heal perfectly with what we have here. You'll have to do follow-ups somewhere else." Scrapper nodded once. "The facial injuries missed the eye." Another nod. "He's lucky there'll only be scarring, nothing permanent on his face."
Lucky.
Scrapper looked through the observation window.
Ryan slept surrounded by bandages. Tiny. Bruised. His face was already swelling.
Scrapper didn't feel lucky.
But then again, his nephew was alive.
"There is something else." The healer held up a chart. "I noticed repeated wheezing during treatment."
Scrapper frowned. "What do you mean?"
"I ran a few tests." She hesitated. "He has asthma."
"Asthma?"
"It's manageable. He'll need inhalers. Regular checkups nwo and then. And whoever was caring for him should have noticed years ago."
Silence. Scrapper stared at the floor. "...Yeah."
His sister and her husband should have.
~!~
Scrapper silently made one promise to himself after he got home, bringing Ryan with him and tucking him into the spare room of the house he'd built himself. His residential world was more open-minded and let you build your own house if you so want. He'd certainly made on good enough.
It wouldn't be too hard to make a new room for his nephew either, and the boy needed to be around another vexblood anyway.
And god, Scrapper couldn't let what happened to him happen to his nephew. Not ever. He'd cut contact with his sister and take custody quietly if that was what it took.
Whatever bridges had to burn. Whatever names he had to abandon. Whatever family he had to leave behind. This child would never again have to wonder whether someone was coming back for him.
Because now...he always would.
~!~!~!~!~!~!~!~
The first week felt like a dream. Or maybe a nightmare.
Scar couldn't decide.
The little house sat on the edge of a quiet residential server, surrounded by tall spruce trees and gardens that hadn't quite decided whether they wanted to be vegetable patches or flower beds.
It was... Peaceful. Too peaceful.
Scar kept expecting someone to come take him home.
No one did.
~!~
"...Can I help?"
Scrapper looked up from the kitchen. "With what?"
"Dinner."
"Oh! Uh, you can stir."
Scar climbed onto a stool, unsteady from his still-healing leg. After several minutes of very serious stirring, he looked over. "...Are we waiting for somebody?"
"No."
"...Just us?"
"Yeah. And the cats."
"...Oh."
Scrapper glanced sideways. "...Is that okay?"
Scar nodded. "...I've never had dinner with just one person before."
~!~
The first time Scar wandered into the woods, Scrapper nearly had a heart attack.
He'd only been gone twenty minutes.
Scar came limping back with pinecones tucked under one arm and two wild allays following him.
"...Hey, Uncle Scrapper."
Scrapper was already halfway down the porch. He dropped to one knee and scooped the six-year-old up. "Tell me before you leave."
Scar blinked. "...Why?"
"So I know where you are."
"...You want to know?"
"Yes."
"...Every time?"
"Every time."
Scar stared. "...Okay."
It sounded like the strangest rule in the world.
Three days later...
"UNCCY!"
"What?"
"I'm going outside!"
"Okay! Stay within the fence area, okay?"
~!~
Scrapper was... strange. Not bad, weird. Just... Different.
It was different having someone remember him.
~!~
"You don't have to hide."
"I'm not."
"...Scar."
"Yeah?"
" ...I can literally feel where you are."
Silence. Then the air shimmered beside the bookshelf.
"...Forgot."
"You say that every time, my little rocket."
~!~
The nightmares started after the bandages came off.
Scar woke up screaming.
Every. Single. Time.
Scrapper never complained. He simply padded into the room, hair a mess, rubbing sleep from one eye.
"You wanna talk?"
"...No."
"Okay."
"You'll stay?"
"'Course."
Sometimes they talked. Sometimes they didn't.
Sometimes Scar sobbed in vex-speak aand hand to be held for a long time while his uncle purred.
Scrapper just sat on the floor until Scar fell asleep again.
Living with another vex was... Different.
There were things nobody else had ever taught him.
How to fold his wings so they didn't ache. How to sharpen his claws without cracking them. How to tell illusion magic apart from instinctive invisibility. How to listen for wild vexes , how to speak to allay.
Someone he could finally speak wild vex to.
Scar soaked it all up like a sponge.
"...Mama didn't know any of this."
Scrapper smiled faintly. "Not many zombie hybrids do."
"You had to learn it?"
"...Mostly from wild vexes."
"...Really?"
"Really."
Scar looked horrified.
"...Isn't that dangerous?"
"...Sometimes."
He didn't mention learning because no adult had bothered except for the occasional fellow vexbloods he ran into on the street.
By the end of the year...
Scar stopped asking when he was going home.
One evening, while helping water potatoes, he quietly asked. "...Can I stay here forever?"
Scrapper nearly dropped the watering can. "...If that's what you want."
Scar nodded. "It is."
"...Okay."
And that was that.
~!~!~!~!~!~!~
Three years later—
Scar was nine when the moving van arrived next door.
He watched from the fence. "So many people..."
Scrapper followed his gaze. "...Looks like siblings and a friend."
Three teenagers, a dog-avian with blond fur and black raven wings, and a mer-avian with pink hair and similarly black puffin wings.
Three younger kids. A wolf-avian with black raven wings (again) and silvery gray fur contrasting her brown hair, and two small avian boys, one with red hawkish but also parrot-like wings and one with yellow canary wings, but like his brother, hawk-like. Probably bird mixes.
And one very science-y looking vex hybrid -probably a friend- trying to carry three boxes at once. The stack immediately toppled over.
Scrapper opened the door. "...Need help?"
Every head turned.
The oldest boy looked exhausted.
"...You sure?"
"Positive."
The girl beside him sighed. "We're probably going to owe you."
Scrapper shrugged. "Neighbors help neighbors."
By sunset, all of what little the kids had brought with them was inside.
Someone had remembered to buy groceries. The younger kids had stopped looking terrified.
And Scrapper somehow had six extra people eating dinner.
Even Scar wasn't entirely sure how that had happened.
Introductions happened over spaghetti.
"I'm Martyn." The blond teenager grinned. "This menace is my twin, Lizzie."
"I heard that."
"You were meant to, dear sister."
The pink-haired girl rolled her eyes.
"Our little sister is Pearl."
The oldest of the younger three gave a polite wave.
"Hi."
"The chaotic menace of a baby brother is Grian."
A boy with bright eyes immediately climbed halfway onto the table to look at Scar.
"Your wings are HUGE."
"They're not."
"They totally are."
"They're medium."
"They're huge."
"They're medium."
Jimmy leaned around his brother.
"I'm Jimmy."
"...Hi."
"And this is Cub."
The green-eyed vex hybrid awkwardly lifted a hand.
"...Hi. I'm their friend, i just escaped the foster system so im staying with them."
Scar's eyes immediately lit up.
"You're a vex!"
"...You're a vex!"
"Did you just notice?" Scrapper grinned at both vexlings.
All three pointed at each other simultaneously. Like the Spiderman meme.
"...Cool."
"...Cool!"
"I'm sensing another apprentice."
~!~
Within a week... Cub had accidentally taught Scar three new illusion tricks, and Scrapper had taught Cub how to heal himself with his magic properly.
Within two weeks... Grian had somehow convinced Scar to help him build a treehouse.
Within three... Jimmy had adopted every injured animal within a two-mile radius.
Scrapper watched the chaos from the porch.
"...They're good kids."
Martyn, who had come over asking about some legal help, laughed.
"They're disasters."
"They can be both, little one."
"I'm not little, Uncle S!"
~!~
The first traumadumping happened completely by accident.
Kids had a way of doing that.
It started because Jimmy asked why Scar limped. Scar answered honestly.
"My parents left me behind in the park and a dog bit me."
"Oh."
Jimmy looked down.
"Our dad threw stuff at us."
Silence. Pearl quietly spoke. "And our mum forgot to feed us sometimes. Lizzie had to do it."
Cub stared at his hands. "I don't remember my real parents."
Grian picked at a loose thread.
No one knew what to say.
So they all sat together.
That helped anyway.
After that...
It became normal.
Not every day. Not even every week.
But sometimes someone would say— "...Can I tell you something?" And everyone else would listen.
No judgment. No interrupting.
Just... Listening. Watching. Keeping what secrets they were told.
~!~
Scrapper never stopped them.
If anything...
He quietly made hot chocolate. Or tea. Or cookies.
Then pretended not to notice if everyone somehow migrated into his living room and asked him what he thought.
He was the one who really helped with the talks and the processing.
Martyn started referring to him as 'the group therapist (who also needed his own therapist)'.
~!~
Then Mumbo spawned.
Nobody was quite sure how he appeared.
One day, there simply seemed to be a tall, awkward bat hybrid, Scar's age, standing outside the neighborhood foster home, staring nervously at the group playing in the street.
Scar wandered over.
"Hi!"
"...Hi."
"You wanna play?"
"...I'm not very good at... people."
Scar considered this. "...Neither am I, sometimesI."
"...Really?"
"I disappear by accident."
"...Oh."
"...I'm Mumbo. I got adopted by the people in that house. They're nicer than most foster homes I've been."
"I'm Scar! I live with my uncle cause of an... incident!"
"...Friends?"
Scar held out a hand.
"Friends!"
And just like that, the little family grew by one more.
~~!~~~!~~
Scar was thirteen when he finally asked.
Not because he hadn't wondered before. Because he hadn't wanted to.
Some questions felt... Heavy.
This was one of them.
"Uncle?"
"Hm?" Scrapper didn't look up from where he was repairing one of the porch railings.
"You never told me."
"Told you what?"
"...Why you took me. After the dog."
The hammer stopped. For a long moment... Nothing. The evening breeze rustled through the spruce trees.
"...You remember that?"
Scar snorted. "I've got scars on my face, and my leg is crooked. Kind of hard to forget how it got that way."
"...Fair."
Scrapper set the hammer aside. "...Come sit." The porch swing creaked softly beneath their combined weight.
"I wasn't going to tell you until you asked."
Scar nodded. "I figured."
"...You sure?"
Scar looked toward the trees. "Yeah. I think I am."
Scrapper folded his hands together. "You remember what you told me?"
Scar frowned. "...After the dog attack?"
"Mhm."
"...Not really."
"You said..." His uncle's voice became very quiet. " 'They forgot me again.' "
Scar felt something twist in his chest. He remembered now. "...Oh."
"I asked what you meant."
"...You said..." Scrapper swallowed. "...You told me they left you a lot."
"I did."
"You did. And I believed you."
Scar blinked. "...Just like that?"
"Yes."
"...Why?"
Scrapper laughed. Not because it was funny. Because sometimes there wasn't another sound to make. "...Because......Someone used to say the same thing."
Scar tilted his head. "...Who?"
"...Me."
The word settled between them.
Scar stared. "You?"
Scrapper nodded once. "My name wasn't always Scrapper."
Scar frowned. "...I know."
"...Mama called you Adam."
"...Yeah."
"I never understood why you hated it."
"...I don't hate it." Scrapper looked out across the yard. "It just belongs to someone I used to be."
He was quiet for a long time. When he finally spoke again, it wasn't dramatic. Just... Matter-of-fact.
"I wandered off a lot."
Scar looked down. "...Me too."
"...I know. My parents stopped noticing. I learned how to survive because I had to. I learned magic from wild vexes because nobody else could teach me. I got into fights. I slept outside. I almost drowned in a flood once."
Scar's head snapped up. "...What?"
Scrapper shrugged. "The river overflowed. I got caught in it. Almost drowned. I remember wondering..." He smiled faintly. "...whether anyone would notice if I didn't come home."
Scar couldn't breathe. "They didn't?"
"I never told them. I never told Cleo."
Scar frowned. "...Why?"
"Because..." Scrapper sighed. "...She was a kid too. Not as little as me, no, but still a kid."
Scar stared. "...But she......"
"...She never noticed."
The words hung heavily between them. Not cruel. Not angry. Simply... True.
"When I found you..." Scrapper rubbed absently at an old scar across his knuckles. "...I didn't *just* see my little nephew."
"You didn't?"
"I saw..." He struggled for the words. "...A little boy saying the exact same things I used to say."
Scar's eyes stung.
"I was nineteen. I didn't know what the right thing was. I only knew..." Scrapper's voice cracked. "...I couldn't leave another little kid in that situation."
"You thought they'd keep forgetting me."
"...Yeah."
Scar was quiet. "...Do you still think that?"
Scrapper didn't answer immediately. When he did... His voice was gentle.
"I think they loved you."
Scar looked surprised. "...You do?"
"They did.......just....." He paused." I also think love isn't always enough."
Scar stared at the yard.
At the trees they'd planted years ago. At the fence he'd helped paint. At the house they'd rebuilt together, after a creeper explosion.
"...I've wondered."
"Hm?"
"...If they were looking for me."
Scrapper nodded slowly. "I wondered too. I still don't know."
"They're not evil." Scar finally whispered.
"No."
"They just..."
"...Forgot."
"...Yeah."
Another pause.
"You know..." Scrapper smiled faintly. "...I was terrified."
"When?"
"The day I brought you home."
Scar blinked. "...Really?"
"I was nineteen. I barely knew how to take care of myself. I definitely didn't know how to raise a six-year-old."
Scar laughed. "You were awful at cooking."
"I was."
"You burned water."
"I did."
"You almost washed my favorite sweater with red dye."
"...Once."
"You still can't fold fitted sheets."
"No one can."
Scar leaned sideways until his shoulder bumped Scrapper's. "...Thanks."
"For what?"
"...Coming back."
Scrapper's eyes widened slightly.
Scar looked toward the woods beyond the fence. "...You always came back. If I had nightmares. If I wandered. If I got sick. I stopped wondering if someone would." His voice became very small. "...Because I knew you would."
Scrapper didn't trust himself to speak.
Instead...
He reached over and ruffled Scar's hair. Exactly the way he had when Scar was six.
~!~
Hermitcraft was supposed to be a fresh start.
Safe.
That was what everyone said
A place where builders, redstoners, explorers, and absolute disasters somehow managed to coexist.
Scar was thirteen.
They'd met Xisuma at a small convention, and after a few more meet-ups, he invited a few of them to his server.
Before they left... Scrapper insisted on one thing. That they kept in contact and visited, and that if anything felt like too much, they came home.
~!~!~!~
Hermitcraft was enormous.
The spawn alone was bigger than any spawn Scar had seen, besides the hugest public servers.
He'd barely finished introducing himself before-
"Kid?"
The voice hit him like lightning.
*No.
No no no.*
Scar turned around.
Etho.
His ears looked a little grayer.
There were lines around his eyes now.
But... It was him.
Scar forgot how to breathe.
"Oh." Etho -his father, his *father*- smiled politely. "...Sorry. You reminded me of somebody."
Scar's stomach twisted. "...Did I?"
"Yeah. You've got..." Etho gestured vaguely toward Scar's wings. "...The same hybrid type. Not many vex hybrids around."
"...No." Scar smiled. Somehow. "...Nice to meet you."
"You too."
Then he walked away. Only once he rounded the corner did Scar's knees threaten to give out.
"...Scar?"
Grian, who had apparently followed him, caught his elbow. "You okay?"
"...They're here."
"...Who?"
"My family."
Silence. "...Oh."
"They didn't recognize me."
Grian looked back toward the plaza. "...Are you sure?"
Scar laughed. It sounded hollow. "I've got a different name. My face is..." He unconsciously touched the scars across his cheek. "...Different. I was six. It's been..." He'd stopped counting. "...Years."
"They don't know."
"...Do you want them to?"
"Not.... I don't know!"
~!~
That night...
Five communicators pinged at exactly the same time.
**Emergency Family Meeting
Location: Uncle Scrapper's.**
~!~
Scrapper already had tea waiting. "...That bad?"
Scar sat down. "...They're on Hermitcraft"
The mug nearly slipped from Scrapper's hand. "...Who?"
Scrapper looked at Scar. "What do you want to do?"
Scar didn't hesitate. "Nothing."
"Then nothing happens."
No speeches. No advice. No pressure. Just support.
It became an unspoken rule. Nobody mentioned Ryan. Nobody mentioned Adam. Nobody even hinted. Not because they were lying. Because it wasn't their story to tell.
Scar noticed Etho watching him sometimes.
Never rudely. Just... Watching.
As if trying to remember something.
Bdubs noticed too.
"...He's weirdly familiar."
"What do you mean?"
"I dunno."
"The way he laughs? The way he flies?"
"...Something."
Cleo noticed something else. She never mentioned it to Bdubs. Only to Etho.
"...He's about the right age."
Etho closed his eyes. "...Yeah."
"...Don't."
"I know."
Sometimes, late at night, the Hermits sat around a campfire.
Stories drifted through the air.
Old servers. Old adventures. Old mistakes.
One evening, someone asked if anyone had siblings.
Bdubs smiled faintly.
"...I've got one."
Scar froze halfway through his tea.
"...Had." The smile disappeared. "...I don't know anymore."
The campfire became very quiet.
"...I'm sorry," Gem murmured.
Bdubs shrugged.
"I was eight. My little brother wandered off. We..." His voice cracked. "...We didn't notice." Nobody spoke. "We thought he was with Mom. Mom thought he was with Dad. Etho thought he was with me. By the time we realized..."
He couldn't finish.
Scar stared into the fire.
His hands shook.
Under the table, Grian quietly squeezed his wrist. Just once. Enough to say *I'm here.*
Cleo spoke for the first time.
"...His name was Ryan." Scar's heart stopped. "He was always wandering. He liked Star Wars. And allays. "He'd disappear with his vex magic." A tiny laugh escaped her. "...Scared me half to death."
His asthma hit fast when he was overwhelmed. Hands shaking. Vision blurring. He fumbled for the inhaler clipped to his belt. Before he could, someone gently handed it to him. It was Cub.
"...Breathe, vexling."
Scar took the inhaler. One puff. Then another. The attack slowly eased.
"...Thanks."
Cub shrugged. "...Anytime."
Silence settled between them.
Scar stared up at the stars. "...they really miss me?"
Cub took a long time answering. "...I think they miss Ryan. Not you, exactly."
Scar frowned. "...What's the difference?"
Cub looked toward the campfire. "...Ryan doesn't exist anymore. You do, little brother. Ryan became you. You *are* Ryan.... but you're also Scar."
~!~
Back home...
Scrapper listened over the communicator as Scar recounted everything.
Finally...
"...Do you think they know?"
"No....Do you think they deserve to?"
Scrapper looked at his nephew for a very long time. "...I think...that's not our decision."
Scar blinked. "...Even after everything?"
"They're our family too. I love my sister. I am also terrified of her. Both can be true."
Scar buried his face into Scrapper's shoulder. "I'm scared."
"I know."
"...What if they find out?"
Scrapper wrapped one wing around him. "They might. And if they do......You'll still have a home to come back to."
~!~!~!~
Etho liked the quiet of the mines. It was rhythmic. Predictable. You strike stone, stone breaks, you move forward. There were no ghosts down here, no heavy silences like the ones that settled over his house whenever Bdubs brought up the old days, or whenever Cleo stared at the server roster too long.
Today, the lower tunnels were loud. A teenage excavation crew—Scar, Grian, Mumbo, and Tango—had decided to go mining, and Etho had decided on his own to tag along as the "responsible adult," with an extra supply of torches. He didn't like leaving the kids of the server completely alone in potentially dangerous places.
"Watch the overhang, boys," Etho called out, his voice echoing in the deep cavern. "The gravel looks loose up there."
"I've got it, Etho! It's totally safe, look!" Scar’s voice was bright, energetic, and completely reckless. He was leaning precariously over a ledge, pointing his pickaxe at a vein of diamonds. "I am a master miner, nothing can stop—"
A sharp, deafening CRACK rippled through the stone above them.
"Scar, get back!" Grian yelled, his wings flaring in panic.
Everything happened in a fraction of a second. The ceiling gave way. A massive cascade of deepslate and gravel roared downward like a gray tidal wave. Mumbo lunged, grabbing Tango by the collar and pulling him into a safe alcove. Cub dove for Scar, but the dust was blinding.
"Scar!" Etho shouted, his ninja-kitsune reflexes kicking in as he bolted toward the collapse.
Through the cloud of suffocating dust, he saw the heavy stone clip the side of Scar's helmet. The teenage vex hybrid went instantly limp, collapsing onto the stone floor just as the rest of the gravel buried the tunnel behind them.
"He's hit! I think he's out cold!" Grian ran over alongside Tango, his feathers covered in gray dust. "Scar!!"
Etho was beside them in an instant, his fingers pressing against the side of Scar's neck. A pulse. Strong, but irregular. Scar's chest was heaving, a terrifyingly familiar wheezing sound beginning to rattle in his throat.
"He's having an asthma attack!" Etho hissed. He fished into the pouch on Scar's belt, finding the inhaler and administering it with shaky but practiced ease. He’d helped Scar with this before, since Xisuma and Doc had made sure the entire server knew about how to help each other with things like this, but seeing the kid completely unresponsive made his own chest tighten. "Grian, Tango, get Xisuma on the comms. We aren't risking a local respawn or a messy patch-up. Head trauma and breathing issues mean World Hub Protocol. Now."
The World Hub was a stark contrast to the cozy, chaotic builds of Hermitcraft. It was massive, clinical, and white-paneled, governed strictly by the surprisingly ethical and non-corrupt Council of Admins.
Because Etho was the oldest player present at the accident, he was the one who had to sign the intake forms. Grian, Mumbo, and Cub had tried to crowd into the emergency portal, but the Hub guards had pushed them back. Only one guardian or servermate was allowed in the high-tier medical bay until the patient was stabilized.
"I'll stay with him," Etho had told the anxious teens, giving Grian a reassuring pat on the shoulder. "Go back to the server. Tell the others he's stable. I've got him."
Now, the room was quiet except for the rhythmic, magical hum of the Hub's health monitors.
Scar lay in the center of the sterile white bed. The clothing he usually wore had been replaced by a simple, plain shirt.
Etho sat in the plastic chair beside the bed, his mask pulled down around his neck to let himself breathe the sterile air. He looked at the kid. Really looked at him.
Without the theatrical hats and the loud voice, Scar looked incredibly small. Fourteen. Just a kid. The deep, jagged scars across his cheek and jaw stood out sharply against his pale skin. The crooked leg, apparently from an old injury according to Cub, was easier to see. Scar's cane had been left behind in the cave.
Etho felt a sudden, familiar pang of guilt mixed with curiosity about the boy beside him. How did he get those scars? How did his leg get so crooked? He has mentioned being raised by his uncle, but never once has he said why.
Etho rubbed his face, his gloved fingers catching on the edge of his mask where it rested around his neck. The silence of the World Hub medical bay was heavy, punctuated only by the rhythmic, low chime of the health monitor.
He leaned forward, resting his elbows on his knees, staring at the floor. He couldn't shake the heavy, hollow ache in his chest. It was the same ache that always showed up whenever the server got too quiet, or whenever Bdubs got that distant, glassy look in his eyes.
He shook it off and studied the young vex hybrid. His gaze caught on Scar's ears.
They were pointed, long, and distinctly Vex-like, just like Cub's. But as Etho studied them in the sterile light, he noticed the faint, almost imperceptible trim of soft, downy silver fur along the ridges. It was thinning, nearly unnoticeable unless you were looking for it, but it was there. And the magic lingering in the air around the bed—it didn't just smell like ozone and the sharp scent of the Vex. There was a faint strand of some other magic that felt exactly like the kitsune magic humming beneath Etho’s own skin.
Etho swallowed. No. Don't do this to yourself. It's just a coincidence. You do this with every vex kid you meet.
He glanced at Scar's tail. It was long and thin, like most vexes, and even that sharp tip that the kid would probably be able to use in battle once he got older. But while all vexes had fur on their tails, Scar's seemed more silvery and thick.
Hm. Maybe a slight mix. Not enough genes to declare a fully mixed hybrid, like Doc with his creeper-and-goat stuff since birth, but still had a few traits.
A soft whimper broke the silence.
On the bed, Scar stirred. The movement was clumsy, his brow furrowing as he shifted, trying to pull away from the discomfort of the head injury. He rolled onto his side, turning his back toward Etho as he curled slightly.
Etho softened. For all of Scar’s theatricality, bravado, and ridiculous shenanigans, he was still just one of the kids on his server. And Etho, despite being, well, himself, was deeply fond of them.
He reached out, intending to brush some of the boy's brown hair behind his ear so it wasn't splayed everywhere, and froze.
There, on Scar's neck, not quite on the back but not on the side either, was a birthmark, shaped and shaded remarkably like a planet Earth.
Etho's brain blue-screened for a moment. Was he hallucinating? Was it just a coincidence?
Shaking, he inhaled through his nose, realizing he'd never really focused on Scar's scent.
It was faint, buried under the sharp, wild tang of Vex magic, but it was there. The distinct, unmistakable scent that belonged entirely to his own bloodline. A kitsune's tracking instinct didn't care about a different name. It didn't care about a theatrical voice or a hidden face.
It knew its own pup.
Etho stared at Ryan Scar's face and slowly, looked pass the scarring.
Ryan.
Ryan was right here. His son was right here.
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AAAAND THAT'S WHERE YOU GUYS TAKE THE WHEEL!!! I know, it's too long and decides too much, blah blah. You guys asked for Scar, I gave you Scar.
as for the Au draft- ((Btw this is imported from the original separate AU idea explanation I wrote up so there may be some inconsistencies, ignore those bc what is said above overrules this.))
Etho and Cleo are the boys parents in this AU except.
Scar is a vex hybrid. bro probs gave Cleo (zombie hybrid) so any heart attacks going invisible with illusion magic as a lil guy. It's a weird family thing. They have an uncle on Cleo's side whose also a vex hybrid.
Etho favored Bdubs, and Scar was always neglected and would wander off and stuff. Scar's OG name was Ryan, but their grandfather nicknamed him Scar after he got one on his knee from a fall and was trying to cheer him up. IDK Cleo did her best to be attentive buuuuut yeah.
Now, the brother Cleo had I mentioned? Yeah it's a bit of generational trauma. He was also overlooked often.
His birth name was Adam but he eventually was nicknamed Scrapper by his street friends and prefers that name. Not that Cleo knows this. She doesn't know he was neglected enough that he would just wander the streets on his own a lot and get into trouble. And fights. One time when he was a teen he almost drowned in a flood and no one noticed. Granted, he always hid everything, even after trauma from being an Unsupervised kid in gang territory happened.
Being the only vex (still living, they had more a few gens back) in the family besides their cousin didn't help. He usually learned vex stuff from fullblood vexes that hung around and few other vex hybrids in the neighorhood and their great-grandparents when they were alive.
Scrapper eventually grew rather estranged from Cleo, even changing his tag so it'd be harder to find him by communicator, and wandered servers on his own. Of course, he was still a good guy- he came to meet his nephews a lot of times. He was neglected, but he wasn't ever gonna be a neglector.
Then one time, when Bdubs was 8 and Scar was 6, Cleo halfheartedly convinced him to meet them in a park. Just bc y'know. He might be a crazy little brother but he's still hers right? And Etho is kinda fond of the 19-yo anyway. Bdubs likes his fun uncle and so does little Ryan! Ryan especially, Cleo swears Ryan probably did some vexbond thing with Adam, that her brother isn't telling her about.
Then a multiple-server issue happened and the Council of Admins had everyone stay put or quickly leave to their home servers. The Clockers, unaware that Ryan had wandered off into the woods as he usually did without their notice.... kinda left.
Scar/Ryan, meanwhile, had gotten very lost in the woods and after a few hours was led back by some of the allays he met! But his family wasn't there. Again. They'd left in the store or at home a few times, but not in the middle of nowhere like this!! Scar screamed for them till his voice was sore, but no one came. They hadn't noticed or put a message in their server's chat that he was missing.
Meanwhile, once the server issue was resolved, Scrapper, he got onto the server in a halfhearted hope that maybe they were still waiting at the coords Cleo sent or maybe he could ask around as to where they lived. But some sixth sense had him heading towards the park and it's woods.
Scar, meanwhile, being six, wandered back into the woods when he got attacked by some wild rottweiler that had gone feral. Being six, he was tiny and couldn't fight back that well, though his vex magic did spur up a little. Oh and the wild vexes in the area were trying to fight the dog off. But it was still bad and this is where the scars on his face came from, and one of his legs got broken pretty bad.
AND THIS IS WHEN SCRAPPER GOT LED BY A FRANTIC VEX TO THE SCENE.
Of course, being an adult vex hybrid with claws and teeth and magic and a sword the dog was finally sent off. Scrapper quickly got back to his nephew and comforted the six-year-old. When he asked Scar what happened, Scar said 'they forgot me again'.
Quickly figuring out what was going on (and asking a few more questions), Scrapper knew what was happening. He knew the cycle was repeating.
But he couldn't let what happened to him happen to Scar.
So he took Scar back to the little server he lived on and got him to a healer there.
The face wounds had missed destroying his eye and stuff, but they would scar pretty visibly, and the leg break was set as much as possible, but it was a messy break and the leg still healed crooked a little, so Scar would have to get more treatment later on.
So Scrapper raised Scar after that and out of fear, cut off contact from Cleo.
Scar did make some friends! Martyn and Lizzie (twins) were Pearl, Grian, and Jimmy's (aged in that order) older half-siblings, and since all their folks were shit they got custody when they were 18 and the avians happened to move to the same server the vex boys were on, alongside their foster kid friend Cub, also a vex hybrid.
Scrapper noticed the teens struggling and immediately inserted himself into the situation and became a bit of an uncle figure to them as well, and Scar did make pretty good friends with Grian and Jimmy, the former of whom was only a year younger. Mumbo came along later, having also been a foster kid, but the nearby foster home was finally a good one.
Years later, after joining the Hermitcraft server somehow, Scar recognized his parents and brother. They did not recognize him. He resolved not to get recognized, and Grian, Pearl, Mumbo, and Cub didn't spill when they joined. Scar does try to avoid them, however.
Oh and Clockers pov none of have realized that Scar is Ryan yet. They do know now looking back they really shouldn't have forgotten him so much, and they know they lost him somehow but they don't know if he's alive or out there or anything. Cleo still wonders about 'Adam' and where her little brother is now and what he's been up to since all these years she's barely known him.
Oh and the kids def go home to their uncle Scrapper a lot, he knows all the tea of the server and stuff. He Knows bc Scar told him. Honestly Scrapper knows he can't fault Scar for not saying anything bc he would be afraid as well. And Scrapper knows his sister's temper all too well from the few times it was unleashed on him.
Etho, Bdubs, and Cleo have all wistfully noted that Scar is not only a vex hybrid but the same age as Ryan would be now. They have also all, guiltily, mentioned Ryan in those nights when the Hermits and Co all gather and talk and infodump or stuff.
But eventually a bunch of the hermits are mining and a cave-in happens and Scar gets a head bonk.
so of course since he's out-cold they do the protocol of taking to an actual hospital in the World Hub server (biggest and most important inter-server hub, has a bunch of stuff, where the Council Of Admins operates too) and while it's happening Etho FINALLY happens to notice the old birthmark on the back of Scar's neck.
Also, Scar's birthmark looks like Earth bc i say so. oh and i also imagine Scar's ears to be a bit foxlike! It was easier to see when he was little, nowadays not immediately noticeable. he and his uncle, like some vex hybrids, have tails, and Scar's is more furry than others- the fur is thicker and softer.
For the drabble game: The Research Project but what if Violet wrote a different genre?
Oh this is a fun one. And really got me thinking!!!! Hope you like it!!!
Leaves crumble beneath my feet with each step, the sounds of squelching and crunching as I run through the trees. Strands of hair slip out of my braid and whip me in the face, stinging my skin like a leather cord. I nearly lose my footing over a fallen log and a curse slips through my lips, my lungs filling with the cold and wet air of the Esben Mountains.
My heart thuds against my ribcage as I shift courses, veering to the left when a boulder comes out of nowhere. Fear and adrenaline and even a hint of excitement flood my chest as I sniffle, my cheeks and nose bright red.
Another howl sounds in the night and my blood chills, even more than it already was.
Fuck. It was a stupid fucking idea to come into the woods tonight. The cold is going to kill me, or he's going to get me. Wherever he is...
But he needs to find me first.
Another howl, this one sounding much much closer.
I peer up at the night sky and the full moon that hangs in the middle. Even the moon itself is a bright fucking warning sign: stay out of the woods. Didn't Rhi say once that that's when the crazies show up at the hospital? Hasn't Ridoc said that all creatures come out when the moon i full?
I should have waited to do this until the day time. I didn't need the research that badly. But now its too fucking late. I'm being fucking hunted and the water is getting through my boots and my hat is falling off and-
The howl is right behind me now, and this time a low distinctively male growl follows it up. It reverberates against my back and I can feel the vibration as if he were right on top of me.
I pick up my pace and dart to the right, hoping that he can't pick up my tracks. I hop behind a few trees and hear the howl grow quieter, pressing a hand against my chest in relief.
I think I've escaped.
I rest against a tree, leaning my head against it and catch my breath. A smile creeps on my face and I pull out my phone, ready to claim my victory when-
A set of arms twist around as they pull me into a warm, solid chest. I scream but its cut off as I'm shoved to the ground, a strong arm cushioning my head so it doesn't slam into the dirt. My heart thuds as the faint howl and growl are now dripping into my ear like smooth, sticky honey. His breath is hot against my temple.
"Boo." When I open my eyes my idiot neighbor, Xaden Riorson, whom I've been sleeping with but am absolutely not in love with, is above me wearing a victorious smirk. I shove at his chest but he doesn't move and I feel his chuckle through my damp clothes.
"Where the fuck did you learn to howl and growl like that?" I ask him with a huff. When he'd offered to pretend to chase me for my new horror novel to know what my character would experience, I'd nearly laughed him out of bed. But he played the part spectacularly, and now, well...I've never complained about him on top of me.
"A gentleman never tells..." He shrugs in answer and brushes some hair from my face. He leans in to drag his nose along the slope of my face as if scenting me. As if he really were a creature who stalks their prey, and he's a heartbeat from devouring me. "But there's nothing gentlemanly about what I want to do to you, Violence."
He nips at my neck and I pull him down until he's fully on top of me. And when he growls this time I know he's not playing the werewolf or helping me with my research. He's just him.
I don't think there's gonna be any sex in my horror novel. The werewolf may consume my heroine, but not in the way Xaden is teasing. But I don't care. I'm cold and I want him to warm me up.
"Let's try vampires next." I ask him before bringing his mouth to mine.
Drabbles will be between 500-1,600 words (I might go over a hundred or so). Please choose a maximum of three dialogue prompts for a drabble with Levi.
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“I’m this close to taking you over my knee.”
“I found a weak spot on you, didn’t I?”
“I saw that. You just checked me out.”
“Look at the mirror… don’t you look cute? I know you do…”
“I was wondering how long you two were going to make out like that before you realize you weren’t alone.”
“Do you think they heard us? Maybe we should give it a second round. Louder this time, just to be sure.”
“Go on. Fuck yourself on my cock.”
“You like it when I do this, admit it. You like it when I pull your hair and pin you down. You like when I take control over you.”
“Not another sound unless it’s you moaning my name. Got it?”
“Babe, fuck—not here.”
“I’ll fuck you right here, right now.”
“You look so pretty begging for cock.”
"Come sit on my lap."
“Use your nails, mark me.”
“You make a sound and it’s game over, doll.”
“Be a good bitch and lie still so I can fuck you full.”
“You’re doing so good, cum for me one more time.”
“You can bite me, hard.”
"You can take it, just a little more… There we go, there’s my good girl."
“And how are you going to make it up to me?”
“You sure can’t keep your hands to yourself.”
“You know, when you’re done with that, we should really have angry sex.”
“What would you say if I asked you to take me upstairs? To fuck me, like now?”
“Come here and get on your knees. Show me how much of me you can swallow.”
“Lie back and let me take care of you tonight.”
“I haven’t even touched you and you’re moaning like a whore.”
“I know for a fact that you can be a hell of a lot louder than that.”
“You want this cock so much, don’t you?”
“That’s for acting like a fucking brat the whole day.”
"Don’t stop… oh, fuck. Don’t you dare stop.”
“If we were alone, I’d be on my knees, swallowing your cock. I need you so fucking bad right now.”
“Beg me. Beg me to fuck this little whore pussy of yours.”
“Your ass is going to be seven different shades of red after that little stunt.”
"Y-you look so fucking good right now. Y-you’re so fucking good, baby, please…”
“I could eat your cunt for hours.”
“You don’t have to be so gentle with me.”
“Fuck me like you mean it.”
“I hope you don’t plan on walking much tomorrow.”
“Move an inch and you won't be cumming tonight."
“I’ve hooked up with a few people after you but I haven’t been able to cum as hard as I did when you fucked me.”
“You’re so relentless. All I asked was for you to wait until we got home and you couldn’t even do that! You are so in for it tonight.”
“Anything for my girl.”
"Not a sound, do you understand? You have to be absolutely quiet, or I will make you want to scream even louder.”
“I’m going to fuck you again and again until you’re knocked up, understood? No matter how many times I have to do it.”
“You’ve been good today, so spread your legs so I can fuck you with my tongue.”
“You want this, don’t you. Want me all over you? Inside you?”
“Move your hands, I want to hear you moan.”
“I don’t think you understand how much I want to bend you over the nearest surface and fuck some sense into you.”
"Tell me what you want, and I’ll give it to you.”
“Can I please ride you?”
“You’re acting out… so, give me one good reason why I shouldn’t fold you in half right here and fuck the shit out of you.”
“I’m going to make it hurt.”
“I’d hold onto something if I were you.”
“Be loud. Scream for me, let the others know you’re mine and only mine.”
“That’s a good girl.”
“Did I give you permission to touch me?”
“I have a confession, god if I weren’t so fucking drunk I don’t think I’d even consider telling you this but…sometimes all I want to do is tie you up and make you cum again and again until all you can do is lay there, trembling, begging me to stop.”
“Are you going to eye fuck me all night or are you going to do something about it?”
“Choke me.”
“I said I was breeding you, and I meant it.”
“Oh good, does that hurt?”
“You look good tied up.”
“Can you zip up my dress?”
“Stop whining and just get in front the window, no one’s going to see me fuck you against it, not when we’re this high up.”
“You’re gonna break me.”
“Say you want me, and I’m yours.”
“I won’t bite. Unless you’re into that sort of thing.”
“I’m going to ruin you.”
“Show me how much you missed me.”
“I want you to feel good.”
“I’ve never done something like this before.”
“Want me to model these for you?”
“It’s hot when you talk back.”
“Don’t you know what you’re doing to me?”
“This is a one time thing.”
“You better watch your fucking mouth.”
“And where do you think you’re going?”
“You can't expect me to do all the work. I want to see what that pretty mouth of yours can do.”
“Do you really think you’re in a position to give orders?”
“Your body was made for mine.”
“You want gentle? Wrong fucking address.”
“Do whatever you want with me. I’m yours.”
“We’re going to fuck right here? What if someone sees us?”
“That really does turn you on. I can feel you pulsing inside me.”
“Keep your hands where they are or I’ll tie them up.”
“Have a little trust in yourself, I know you can take it.”
“It’s my thigh or nothing. I’m not helping you get off.”
“Let me cum in you, please. I wanna fill you up.”
“You’re such a fucking tease, you know that?”
“Now, I’ll ask again, are you going to be good for me?”
“I’d say you need someone to put you in your place.”
“Begging is a good look for you.”
“Missed my touch that much, did you?”
“Someone’s needy.”
“I need to cum, please. I’ll do anything.”
“Let me stay like this in you for a little bit.”
“Look at that pretty face.”
“Is that how you usually get out of these situations? By fucking your way out of them?”
“I love that no one else has seen you like this, that no one else has felt you before, been inside you. They don’t get to have you, but I do.”
“Aww, is my girl crying? That feels good doesn’t it?”
Work got pretty crazy in the last year but I think I'm finally in a place where I can get back to writing regularly! To help me slowly ease back into writing, I thought we could play a game 🙈:
Choose a sickie: 🏵🪷🌹🌻🌷🪻🌾
Choose a caretaker: 🏵🪷🌹🌻🌷🪻🌾
Choose a prompt: ❄️⚡️☕️🌈🥐⭐️⛄️🍑
As I fulfil requests, we'll slowly reveal which member/prompt the emojis correspond to - this will hopefully give us some interesting combinations! I'll write a 100-200 word drabble for each request, and I will stop accepting requests once everything has been revealed. 💜
Happy requesting, and I'm excited to see what combinations we receive!
✨️Reveals below the cut!✨️
Members: 🏵🪷🌹🌻🌷🪻🌾
Namjoon - 🌻
Seokjin - 🌹
Yoongi - 🪷
Hoseok - 🌷
Jimin - 🌾
Tae - 🪻
Jungkook - 🏵
Prompts: ❄️⚡️☕️🌈🥐⭐️⛄️🍑
Cool washcloth - ⭐️
"Oh, sweetheart." - ?
Fever patch - ?
"Why are there no tissues in this goddamn house?" - ?
I recently passed 1000 followers on Tumblr, I'm so shocked that anyone wants to read the fics that I put out especially seeing as I'm unable to post regularly. I appreciate every. Single. One of you. Thank you so much for reading, liking, commenting, re logging, I see you all and can't thank you enough.
I have decided to do a little drabble game to celebrate, so please feel free to send me an ask with your choices, see more below:
Please choose one in each section. One member, one trope and one scenario from the list below:
