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Hi there!!

My name is Marah, and this is my writing blog!

I mainly write self indulgent things (like oc x canon) but I’m also trying some x reader things as well!

I also post my art on @thedoodlingsnail !

Thanks for stopping by!

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dating headcanons - drifter

💀 Despite the rumors and stories of his cruelty, the Drifter is surprisingly charismatic and chivalrous during conversation. If you somehow catch his interest as an individual and not a quick snack then this is especially true. He's got stories from all the years he's been around, and for you he would tell them all.

💀 If you become the subject of his affections, you will definitely know- subtlety has never been what Drifter is known for, after all. While he's civilized enough not to leave body parts and dead animals at your doorstep, he will make his presence known wherever you go. At work, at home, when you're just taking a walk down the streets of the Cursed Apple; he'll be there. Even if he's not watching you from a distance, he'll loom uncomfortably close. While the Drifter does genuinely care about you in his own way, he won't deny how much he loves creeping you out a little.

💀 Drifter has no sense of personal space whatsoever. He loves being near you, putting his hands anywhere and everywhere. Even if you're trying to work, he'll lean right over you as if what you're doing is his business too. If you go to bed thinking you're home alone and you suddenly feel a crushing weight all over your body, don't question it; you already know the answer. He isn't above licking you either; he just can't help it! He just can't get enough of you.

💀 When the time eventually comes where you invite him inside your home, he makes himself quite comfortable. The Drifter will come and go as he pleases, even when you're not at home. He's respectful enough to leave his muddy (and bloodied) boots at your doorstep, but not enough to leave your fridge unraided.

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Got up the courage to post my Polar Opposites fics to Ao3! One of how they met, and the other I wrote during the holiday season!

https://archiveofourown.org/works/78263466

https://archiveofourown.org/works/78263631

Thank you for liking my funny guys!

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Encounters on Sherbal V

A Ma’ah and T’rill Story, OC x Canon Commission for @peach-crem

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The dense jungle terrain almost made it impossible to walk through, if not for the d’k -tahg by Ma’ah’s side. Each slice and slash cut away the dense leaves and plants, allowing him further access to the path, to food-

-To him.

The Trill from Starfleet he had made an alliance with went ahead to scout out the area, scanner in hand, determined to find something to eat for the pair. But that was 30 minutes ago, and by the looks of the clouds a storm would be approaching soon, something neither of them would want to get caught in. Ma’ah grunted as he whacked away another thick blockage of foliage.

“Starfleet!” He called out, glancing around the area. But he was only met with silence. He huffed in frustration.

“Ghuy’... where did he-”

“HELP!”

His head whipped around to the sudden cry, immediately recognizing the voice. Thick leaves and branches scratched at his face as he ran towards the sound, but his focus was entirely on the source of the noise. As he broke through the clearing, he could feel his hearts racing together at the sight: T’rill was on the ground, bloody, injured, and holding a phaser shakily towards a massive looking creature. Two tusks hung on either side of its jaws, its sharp rows of teeth bared at the frightened Trill. Ma’ah knew not of the same of this creature, but remembered facing one before he had met T’rill.

And he wouldn’t hesitate to tear another one open again.

“T’rill!” he yelled out, startling both him and the beast. “Move!”

T’rill didn’t hesitate, rolling out of the way as Ma’ah charged the beast with a cry. It roared at him, attempting to thrust at him with his tusks. But he slid underneath it, his d’k tahg slicing its belly from underneath as it screeched in pain. The beast stumbled forward, before falling to its side. Ma’ah stood, panting as his eyes fell on the fallen creature, and then T’rill.

“What were you thinking?!” He barked. “Do you have any idea how foolish that was? Wandering out here in the open? PetaQ- If I hadn’t come! If something or someone else had found you first-!”

He stopped, noticing the subtle wetness forming in T’rill’s eyes, before quickly scrubbing it away with his sleeve. He felt his face heat up, clearing his throat as he kneeled down beside them.

“...Can you stand?” He asked, his voice much softer.

“I-I think so…”

He shakily began to stand, getting his balance, before starting to walk with a noticeable limb. Ma’ah sighed, knowing it would only slow the pair down. With a grunt, he lifted the Trill into his arms as he made his way back to their shared shelter, the rumbling of the storm above hastening his walk.

“I-I’m sorry.” T’rill finally broke the silence, glancing up at them. “I knew I could find something other than fruit or vegetables! And I did! B-but that…thing came up from behind and-”

“Enough.” Ma’ah grunted. “It was…reckless of you to try this on your own.” He looked down at them, noticing their shoulders slumping in defeat. He quickly spoke up. “But, you made a valiant effort. Your intelligence and resourcefulness is something you should value.”

He kept his gaze ahead, praying he had said something of comfort. He wasn’t used to these new, unusual feelings he got around T’rill. He could be so frustrated when they butted heads, and yet…

“Thank you, Ma’ah.” He was snapped out of his thoughts as he heard him speak, looking down to see his kind smile that made his heart race even harder than before. He cleared his throat again, giving a curt nod as his face reddened. T’rill silently chuckled to themselves, enjoying the flustered expression.

The storm had thankfully started once the pair was safe in their cave, Ma’ah tending to T’rill’s wounds cautiously with makeshift bandages. He worked meticulously, careful with each cut or bruise.

“There.” He said, tying up the remaining injury. “That should heal fairly quickly, but you may be sore for quite a while.” T’rill gingerly moved his arm up and down, testing his mobility range.

“Ah…” He winced, resting his arm back to his side. “Yeah, that’ll hurt like hell tomorrow.” He chuckled, looking up at Ma’ah who was studying him carefully. “Thank you, again. You really didn’t have to go through the trouble.”

“You are never any trouble.”

His tone was blunt, as always, but his words made T’rill’s cheeks flush. He was surprised at how…geniune he sounded. Realizing his words, Ma’ah looked away quickly.”

“It's, um, getting late. You need your rest after that attack.”

T’rill nodded, cringing at the cold air that blew in from the glass storm outside. Ma’ah frowned, annoyed he couldn’t provide anything for him to keep warm. So, he sat beside him and placed an arm around their shoulder as he tried not to brush against any sore spot on their body. T’rill’s breath hitched at the contact, their body relaxing at the warmth.

“I…apologize, I didn’t wish for you to-”

“N-no, no!” T’rill interrupted. “This, this feels nice.”

T’rill made themselves comfortable against his broad chest, the Klingon’s warmth seeping into their body and calming them. Despite the deafening storm that raged outside, it felt so peaceful. The crackling of the fire, the rise and fall of Ma’ah’s chest, his smell…It slowly lulled T’rill to sleep. Ma’ah watched over him, unconsciously pulling them closer as he fixated his gaze on the mouth of the cave.

He dared anything to try coming through, as he made a silent vow to himself. That nothing else would hurt T’rill that night, or ever again.

Not while he was by his side.

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THANK YOU SO MUCH FOR THE LOVE ON MY DRIFTER FIC! I apologize for not having much at the moment, I’d like to write some more x reader things for him in the future, as well as share some oc related stories as well! I really appreciate all of your support!

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Unaccounted Guest (The Drifter x Reader)

read it on AO3 at https://ift.tt/kdsg3xf by Miss_Snail Words: 776, Chapters: 1/1, Language: English Fandoms: Deadlock (Video Game) Rating: Teen And Up Audiences Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply Categories: Multi Characters: The Drifter (Deadlock) Relationships: The Drifter x Reader Additional Tags: canon x reader, Y/N x Canon, The Drifter Deadlock, Deadlock Drifter x Reader read it on AO3 at https://ift.tt/kdsg3xf

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Unaccounted Guest

The Drifter x Reader

(CW: He breaks into your house? Other than that, him being an ass but still fluff)

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The trial was exhausting, to say the least.

The constant shift of balance in the lanes made you wonder if it would ever end, but thankfully your team defeated the other team's patron. Your team wanted to go out to get drinks to celebrate, but you politely declined. All you wanted right now was to collapse into bed and let sleep take you away. As you dragged yourself back into the hideout and up the stairs to your room, you paused as your hand held onto the door knob. You could hear something…someone? Pressing your ear to the door, you could hear what sounded like snoring. You slowly opened the door to find a massive shape covering the entirety of your bed, which would have terrified you, if not for the small beam of moonlight that revealed who this intruder was.

“Damn it, Drifter…”

You rubbed your eyes tiredly as you sighed. The Drifter had been a constant pain in your side since you arrived in New York. No matter what side you were on during the ritual, he always seemed to make it his mission to irritate you. And now, he was passed out in your bed. You close the window he had opened to let himself in, before moving to his side. His hat was tilted down over his face, with his blood stained hands behind his head. Even sleeping, he looked smug.

“Drifter, come on.” You murmured tapping his shoulder. But there was no reaction.

“Come on, man. You gotta get up-“ you shook his shoulder a bit more. Nothing.

Irritation was clouding over your drowsiness. You put both hands onto his shoulder and shook more aggressively.

“Drifter-!” You hissed out, trying not to wake any others in the hide out.

Suddenly, he shifted, stretching out his arms and nearly scratching your face with his claws before you backed away. He yawned, revealing his sharp fangs in the dimly lit room, before he turned over to resume his rest. You sighed, this wasn’t going to get you anywhere. Reluctantly, you took a spare blanket hanging off one of your chairs as you trudged back down the stairs.

The city lights twinkled through the massive window overlooking New York, as you made your way over to the couch by the fireplace. The warmth from it and its occasional crackle or snap was somewhat comforting, you thought to yourself. You hoped you could get somewhat of a decent sleep without messing up your back, as you pulled the blanket over top of you and closed your eyes. Slowly, you began to relax, and you could feel yourself drifting away…

But that peace only lasted for about half an hour.

You’re not quite sure what awoke you, the slight swaying sensation, or the smell of dried blood. But as you opened your eyes, you found yourself being carried back upstairs by the vampire. You all but jolted up, preparing to scramble out of his hold, but he just held you closer in response.

“Easy there~” he drawled, his voice rumbling through his chest and against your cheek. “I’d been waitin’ for you all night and where do I find you? Lookin’ all pitiful on the couch.”

He chuckled, making your face flush.

“Just put me down, alright?” You murmured back in reply, your voice still thick with exhaustion. “I’m too tired to deal with your shit right now.”

He grinned as he shook his head, amused.

“You really think I’m gonna let you go now? Nah, darlin’ you’re all mine tonight.”

You could barely get another protest in before he kicked your bedroom door open, as he unceremoniously laid back down on your bed with a satisfied sigh. You, still held against his chest like an iron maiden, tried to squirm your way out with no luck.

“You best get comfortable-” He said, leaning close to your ear so his beard brushed against the side of your face. “We gonna be here for a looong time~”

He chuckled again to himself, ruffling your hair with a massive hand, before continuing to keep you in a locked embrace. Despite your initial irritation, you began to feel exhaustion start to creep in once more, as the gentle rise and fall of Drifter’s breathing lulled you towards sleep. It was strange, seeing him like this. You were used to his bloodlust, the way he pestered you for hours on end. And even with this annoyance, there was almost…affection behind it? You yawned quietly, unconsciously curling up a bit closer as your eyes became half lidded, before closing altogether completely.

Maybe this arrangement wasn’t so bad after all.