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Afar

Characters: Eris Vanserra, Lucien, Tamlin

Summary: After surviving a lengthy stint beneath the Forest House, Eris receives a note from Tamlin urgently requesting his presence.

A/N: For power and passions day of @erisweekofficial I wanted to write out a HC I have for Eris and show some of the love he has for Lucien. Angst, canon typical violence, wc 1.2k

It was not ideal.

It cost a great amount of energy, far too much lucidity, and an entire outfit.

But whatever the cost was to answer Tamlin’s frantic message was well worth it.

Now come now to the manor for lucien now eris

He had been forced to ingest a large dose of faebane from his ‘father,’ the loss of winnowing was taxing his abilities more than the loss of flesh protecting his back.

Eris bit his tongue as he walked into his fireplace naked, saving a set of clothes and tedious cauterization.

#angst #eris vanserra #eris week 2025 #fire travel #angsty drabble #references to rape*#erisweek2025

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Buck and Tommy with a pet. That's it that's the whole prompt. Best of luck my loves.

ok well.😭

angst below (yes, cw for what you think) and @30somethingautisticteacher will add her fluff for the same prompt!

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Duchess – “Dutch” – has been at Tommy’s side for what feels like forever but has only a decade or so. He found her stumbling through traffic near the park, a skeletal German Shepherd barely hanging on.

Starved, dehydrated, crawling with ticks and worms, she collapsed at his feet, too weak to run. Without thought, he brought her home, cleaned every wound, picked off every tick, fed her broth by the spoonful. Slowly, she healed, and from then on, never left his side.

“Oh, that’s how it’s gonna be,” Evan chuckles, scratching behind her ears, the smile on his face reflected in Dutch’s bright chestnut eyes. “She’s refusing to eat unless I scratch her belly.”

“She knows she’s got you wrapped around her paw,” Tommy grins, smile just as warm, adoration in his eyes. Dutch took to Evan instantly, forgetting every bit of training just to be near him, his laugh, the extra treat always hidden in his pocket.

These days, Tommy’s not sure who has her heart more, but he can’t blame her. He’s just as smitten.

Lately, though, she’s been lethargic. Walks take longer. Her appetite wanes. The vet says nothing’s wrong. ‘Age creeping in.’

Still, every second with her feels like something to be savored.

“Wanna sit out back? Have another glass of wine?”

“Yeah,” Evan says, rising from where he’s crouched to her level, face to face with the true love of his life. “C’mon, Dutch.”

That night, the sky bathes the porch in magenta and indigo, violet flickers glowing at the edge of dusk. Tommy and Evan curl together on the couch, wine warm and cozy, laughter bubbling between soft conversation. Dutch lies at their feet, lazily licking her paws.

It isn’t until the sun dips below the horizon and they stand to stretch that Tommy notices. She hasn’t moved. Her chest is still, quiet. No breath flutters from her damp nose.

Evan’s already inside, humming with leftover laughter. Tommy crouches, lays a hand on her side. Nothing.

She slipped away – between the last light of day and the first stars of night, with the people she loved most in the world.

Isn’t that the kind of goodbye we all dream of?

#911 on abc #bucktommy #tommy kinard #evan buckley #911 fanfic #cw pet death #angsty drabble #ask game #friendiversary

Prompt: Orchard

Warnings: Mentions of blood, war, injuries, and dissociating

Ravio spends most of his free time wandering. Rarely does he have the chance to be alone with his thoughts. There’s always something going on, always someone who needs something.

It’s difficult to think when all Ravio can focus on is survival. Be it his own survival or someone else's. Then, suddenly, there’ll be a moment to breathe, and Ravio can only think about the horrors of the past couple of days. He’ll spend the time scrubbing blood and dirt off his robe as he wonders whose blood it belonged to. He tries to hang out with the others, distract himself with their stories and laughter, but Ravio can only see the wounds they barely survived. Ravio can barely bring himself to do maintenance on his weapons and tools. He always does it with shaky hands, though, because he needs them to survive.

And when it all becomes too much, Ravio wanders away. He’s wandered the city, he’s wandered the woods. He wanders wherever it is safe for Ravio to just think.

No, Ravio doesn’t think. He reminisces. He reminisces about Sheerow, about Hilda, about Lorule, about his shop, about Mr.Hero.

It’s strange to have three heroes running around trying to save the day, and yet none of them are his. They are all so different from each other and from Mr.Hero. Yet so painfully familiar that Ravio aches with homesickness.

It hurts how much he misses the calm of the cottage, misses walking underneath apple trees, misses him.

He can only hope that Mr.Hero doesn’t miss him as much with Sheerow around to keep him company.

Ravio wanders in his free time and lets himself miss his hero, but he doesn’t cry about it, no matter how much he wants to. No, more like Ravio can’t bring himself to cry these days.

It’s probably the trauma of being in a war. Maybe he doesn’t feel safe enough anywhere to cry. He used to cry, but at some point, he simply stopped. He doesn’t remember when, just that one day he realized that despite how much pain he was in, he couldn’t bring himself to cry, even though he was screaming his lungs out.

He doesn’t talk about it to anyone.

He doesn’t see the point; the only place he wants to be is at home with Mr.Hero.

He wanders.

It’s a new place he found himself in; he knows it's still safe, though. This side of the forest is safe.

It’s an orchard. It isn’t red apples like at Mr.Hero’s home. It’s a mix of yellow and green apples.

It’s clearly abandoned, weeds are growing everywhere, the trees are full of apples that haven’t been picked, that are starting to rot and fallen apple trees.

It probably got abandoned at the start of the war.

Ravio doesn’t care because it smells like home and looks like his worst nightmare.

He drops to his knees and hands. He cries, wails, and screams.

He cries for the first time in months in an apple orchard that reminds him so much of home.

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Trick!

Hi - uhm - please allow me to remind you that you asked for this. I am sorry in advance.

A perfect drabble set toward the beginning of Adar's life (100 words)

One minute. That was all he got. In the ever-present shadow of Utumno, in the very depths of the earth, he was allowed one minute to hold the newest of his children before they were ripped from his arms until they were older. He couldn’t help the tears that misted his eyes but he breathed deep through his nose, memorizing their scent. Trying to hold onto it—the imprint of his child while they were still untouched by this malicious place. “Come on, Adar,” the minder said, voice filled with cruel glee. “Your time’s up.” It always ended too soon.

I'm not crying, you're crying (also, Adar is crying)

#niennaanswers #emillelavender #angsty drabble #adar rings of power #thank you for the ask!!! <3

Nobody lives forever. Nor did you ever intend to, no matter what anybody did to try and convince you to accept the extended life span you simply couldn’t. Immortality seemed to be such a cold and lonely thing. The brothers begged and the angels pleaded with you to do it for them not understanding any of the downsides that came with immortality. So when you lose your life at the hands of a jealous succubus everybody is distraught. There was nothing they could do, nothing you would let them do to help you. All they could do was make sure you were comfortable as the demon's magic slowly and painfully ate at your body from the inside out, shutting it down with extreme agony they were sure but you never showed it. Never let them see the pain as you coughed up blood, and definitely didn’t let them see the way fear crept into your eyes at the thought of leaving them all behind in such a painful way.

But there was nothing they could do. No amount of anguish or rage would fix this and when the time came to say goodbye nobody could bear to show up. Nobody could bear to watch the life fade from your eyes and you died alone. Alone, and in pain, but understanding nonetheless, the same way you’d always been. You had no regrets though, you never wanted them to witness your quick deterioration for you knew where you’d end up when all of this was over.

#angsty drabble #obey me #obey me shall we date #obey me x reader #obey me angst #immortality makes me sad

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Would you mind doing something based on this by wuyi1551

(@wuyi1551 looks like I have another request from your wonderful art! Hopefully I did this well for you)

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Of Sunsets and Sunrises - Wanda Maximoff

Sometimes a potential tittle comes out of nowhere and you crave to craft something from the ground up. In the middle of late work. Enjoy this angsty piece, pardon the rustiness. (Does this means my return? Who knows. Do I want it to be? Yes)

....

The body moaning under you chilled every cell of your body at the same time it fed the fire inside you, consuming every attempt to call it quits.

And how could you hate her, if she was the intoxicating air your lungs needed?

"Please, I beg you," Wanda cried between laboured breaths.

Latching onto her pulsepoint, you sucked and kissed her skin just to stop you from voicing your desires, your fingers acting on automatic, knowing the mechanisms to free that sweet sound you waited -wanted- to hear every night.

Sighing at every trust inside her warm walls, you found yourself looking at her. Eyes scaning every feature on her face, memorizing every single detail.

The way her brow furrowed just the right amount at every precise hit inside her, the almost imperceptible twitch of her jaw before a moan scaped.

Wanda huffed at the suden feeling of emptiness, just to gift your ears with a melodious moan as you entered her with the rubbery strap you both decided to purchase in one of your drunken shenannigans, not knowing it'd become a common fixture in your relationship.

The sharp pain in your back brought you back to the dark room you found yourself, only the moonlight surrounding you both.

Leaning down, you kissed her dreamy lips, swallowing the words wanting to escape. She didn't need to know. It wouldn't be of any use, afterall.

"Detka," Wanda's hand cupped your right cheek, caressing the burning skin with her thumbpad.

"Look at me," she commanded.

Inhaling deeply, you looked down at those greeny eyes, gasping at the wildfire they reflected. Almost as if Wanda was feeling the same consuming need to breathe.

"Yes?" You asked timidly, as if this was your first encounter.

The pregnant silence between you two stretched way too much, lightening the hope inside you at the look reflected in those burning eyes, never seasing the movements of your hips against hers.

"Sun will be out soon," Wanda moaned.

Without further ado, you increaced the pace. The sloppy sounds echoing in the room, a clear result of the violence of your trust, almost hurting your ears.

The loud moans escaping her did nothing to calm your rage at those words. On the contrary, it only served for you to push deeper, colliding against her gut.

"Stop," Wanda cried, trying to push you away.

Grabbing her hands, you pinned her down on the bed, locking your eyes with hers as you grunted with every move in a dangerous game.

All of you hurted in that instant.

You knew this was never something to be nurtured, to be shown to the world. But... it was in this right moment everything clicked.

It was now, looking into Wanda's teary eyes, that every piece of the puzzle connected.

You simply weren't meant to be.

Kissing her guiltily, you slowed down to a pace that allowed her to find her path. Safely walking her to the cliff she was chasing seconds ago.

Your sweaty bodies dancing to what could be their last ballad together.

#wanda maximoff x reader #angsty drabble #my writing

Prompt 20 with Hiccup and Astrid please 💚💙

Steph this one is BEGGING for angst why did you do this to me

Writing prompts

#20: “I’m not going anywhere.”

#I told you it was gonna be angsty #;)#teehee #okay maybe i threw a little fluff in too bc im nice #asks #answered asks #writing prompts #hiccstrid #httyd #httyd fanfiction #angsty drabble #ficlet

Afar

Characters: Eris Vanserra, Lucien, Tamlin

Summary: After surviving a lengthy stint beneath the Forest House, Eris receives a note from Tamlin urgently requesting his presence.

A/N: For power and passions day of @erisweekofficial I wanted to write out a HC I have for Eris and show some of the love he has for Lucien. Angst, canon typical violence, wc 1.2k

It was not ideal.

It cost a great amount of energy, far too much lucidity, and an entire outfit.

But whatever the cost was to answer Tamlin’s frantic message was well worth it.

Now come now to the manor for lucien now eris

He had been forced to ingest a large dose of faebane from his ‘father,’ the loss of winnowing was taxing his abilities more than the loss of flesh protecting his back.

Eris bit his tongue as he walked into his fireplace naked, saving a set of clothes and tedious cauterization.

#angst #eris vanserra #eris week 2025 #fire travel #angsty drabble #references to rape*#erisweek2025

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Buck and Tommy with a pet. That's it that's the whole prompt. Best of luck my loves.

ok well.😭

angst below (yes, cw for what you think) and @30somethingautisticteacher will add her fluff for the same prompt!

click here to play with us.

These days, Tommy’s not sure who has her heart more, but he can’t blame her. He’s just as smitten.

Lately, though, she’s been lethargic. Walks take longer. Her appetite wanes. The vet says nothing’s wrong. ‘Age creeping in.’

Still, every second with her feels like something to be savored.

“Wanna sit out back? Have another glass of wine?”

“Yeah,” Evan says, rising from where he’s crouched to her level, face to face with the true love of his life. “C’mon, Dutch.”

It isn’t until the sun dips below the horizon and they stand to stretch that Tommy notices. She hasn’t moved. Her chest is still, quiet. No breath flutters from her damp nose.

Evan’s already inside, humming with leftover laughter. Tommy crouches, lays a hand on her side. Nothing.

She slipped away – between the last light of day and the first stars of night, with the people she loved most in the world.

Isn’t that the kind of goodbye we all dream of?

#911 on abc #bucktommy #tommy kinard #evan buckley #911 fanfic #cw pet death #angsty drabble #ask game #friendiversary

Prompt: Orchard

Warnings: Mentions of blood, war, injuries, and dissociating

Ravio spends most of his free time wandering. Rarely does he have the chance to be alone with his thoughts. There’s always something going on, always someone who needs something.

And when it all becomes too much, Ravio wanders away. He’s wandered the city, he’s wandered the woods. He wanders wherever it is safe for Ravio to just think.

No, Ravio doesn’t think. He reminisces. He reminisces about Sheerow, about Hilda, about Lorule, about his shop, about Mr.Hero.

It hurts how much he misses the calm of the cottage, misses walking underneath apple trees, misses him.

He can only hope that Mr.Hero doesn’t miss him as much with Sheerow around to keep him company.

Ravio wanders in his free time and lets himself miss his hero, but he doesn’t cry about it, no matter how much he wants to. No, more like Ravio can’t bring himself to cry these days.

He doesn’t talk about it to anyone.

He doesn’t see the point; the only place he wants to be is at home with Mr.Hero.

He wanders.

It’s a new place he found himself in; he knows it's still safe, though. This side of the forest is safe.

It’s an orchard. It isn’t red apples like at Mr.Hero’s home. It’s a mix of yellow and green apples.

It’s clearly abandoned, weeds are growing everywhere, the trees are full of apples that haven’t been picked, that are starting to rot and fallen apple trees.

It probably got abandoned at the start of the war.

Ravio doesn’t care because it smells like home and looks like his worst nightmare.

He drops to his knees and hands. He cries, wails, and screams.

He cries for the first time in months in an apple orchard that reminds him so much of home.

Trick!

Hi - uhm - please allow me to remind you that you asked for this. I am sorry in advance.

A perfect drabble set toward the beginning of Adar's life (100 words)

I'm not crying, you're crying (also, Adar is crying)

#niennaanswers #emillelavender #angsty drabble #adar rings of power #thank you for the ask!!! <3

#angsty drabble #obey me #obey me shall we date #obey me x reader #obey me angst #immortality makes me sad

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Would you mind doing something based on this by wuyi1551

(@wuyi1551 looks like I have another request from your wonderful art! Hopefully I did this well for you)

#rwby #raven branwen #cinder fall #drabble #angsty drabble #hellbirds #rwby hellbirds #a branwen's wife #a branwen's wife au

Of Sunsets and Sunrises - Wanda Maximoff

....

The body moaning under you chilled every cell of your body at the same time it fed the fire inside you, consuming every attempt to call it quits.

And how could you hate her, if she was the intoxicating air your lungs needed?

"Please, I beg you," Wanda cried between laboured breaths.

Sighing at every trust inside her warm walls, you found yourself looking at her. Eyes scaning every feature on her face, memorizing every single detail.

The way her brow furrowed just the right amount at every precise hit inside her, the almost imperceptible twitch of her jaw before a moan scaped.

The sharp pain in your back brought you back to the dark room you found yourself, only the moonlight surrounding you both.

Leaning down, you kissed her dreamy lips, swallowing the words wanting to escape. She didn't need to know. It wouldn't be of any use, afterall.

"Detka," Wanda's hand cupped your right cheek, caressing the burning skin with her thumbpad.

"Look at me," she commanded.

Inhaling deeply, you looked down at those greeny eyes, gasping at the wildfire they reflected. Almost as if Wanda was feeling the same consuming need to breathe.

"Yes?" You asked timidly, as if this was your first encounter.

The pregnant silence between you two stretched way too much, lightening the hope inside you at the look reflected in those burning eyes, never seasing the movements of your hips against hers.

"Sun will be out soon," Wanda moaned.

Without further ado, you increaced the pace. The sloppy sounds echoing in the room, a clear result of the violence of your trust, almost hurting your ears.

The loud moans escaping her did nothing to calm your rage at those words. On the contrary, it only served for you to push deeper, colliding against her gut.

"Stop," Wanda cried, trying to push you away.

Grabbing her hands, you pinned her down on the bed, locking your eyes with hers as you grunted with every move in a dangerous game.

All of you hurted in that instant.

You knew this was never something to be nurtured, to be shown to the world. But... it was in this right moment everything clicked.

It was now, looking into Wanda's teary eyes, that every piece of the puzzle connected.

You simply weren't meant to be.

Kissing her guiltily, you slowed down to a pace that allowed her to find her path. Safely walking her to the cliff she was chasing seconds ago.

Your sweaty bodies dancing to what could be their last ballad together.

#wanda maximoff x reader #angsty drabble #my writing

Prompt 20 with Hiccup and Astrid please 💚💙

Steph this one is BEGGING for angst why did you do this to me

Writing prompts

#20: “I’m not going anywhere.”

#I told you it was gonna be angsty #;)#teehee #okay maybe i threw a little fluff in too bc im nice #asks #answered asks #writing prompts #hiccstrid #httyd #httyd fanfiction #angsty drabble #ficlet

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