#pride drabbles

this is so dumb idk, I lost all control please enjoy

Fluttering Yellow and Turquoise

WinterIron - T, 1.8k - Crack, Banter

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Tony blinks his way to consciousness and finds that he’s staring up at the warm glow of sunlight through a thick canopy of leaves.

“Ew,” he says, “why am I in a forest?”

The last thing he remembers is some kind of strange energy surging through the tower, the lights flickering and his hair standing on end, and then-

He woke up here. Tony really wishes he was more surprised.

“It’s always a portal,” he sighs as he climbs to his feet, brushing leaves and twigs from his clothes. “I better not be the only one who got caught up in this bullshit,” he grumbles, looking around.

He’s surrounded by massive trees, thick underbrush, and he doesn’t know nearly enough about plants to have a hope of figuring out where he is. He also doesn’t see anyone else around, and worst of all, the portal just had to scoop him up in the middle of getting dressed. He can already feel all the bugs coming for his bare chest and the countless parasites digging their way into his bare feet. Awesome.

After a couple seconds of mental debate, he decides to hell with the risk and shouts, "Hello?! Anyone else here? Even a rude portal-creator, maybe?"

The only reply is the soft rustle of leaves above him and the drone of insects.

“Rude,” he mutters, “they could have at least been around to pick a fight or something after magicking me here.”

He looks around again, but every direction looks the same, just trees and bushes and more trees. He’ll have to just pick a direction at random if he wants to go looking for… anything. He’s also pretty sure that the general rule is to not move when lost, but does it really count as lost when he’s been transported here against his will? And then just left alone to be eaten by insects?

“Ugh,” he groans as he swats at a bug that’s hovering around the light of the arc reactor, "this is why I hate magic. And anything even magic related, it all sucks."

From above him comes a chuckle, then a pained groan, and Tony whips his head up to find Bucky tangled in vines and dangling from thick tree branches about thirty feet above him.

“Oh hey,” Tony calls in greeting, “the portal got you too?”

“Looks like,” Bucky sighs, then starts to struggle against the vines and only accomplishes making himself swing and sway in place. “Why don’t I get to be on the ground?” He groans as he stills again.

“The portal likes me more I guess,” Tony says with a shrug, then wrinkles his nose and adds, “I’m not actually sure I’m happy about that.”

“Least you didn’ have to fall through th’ canopy,” Bucky grumbles, just loud enough for Tony to hear.

"Ooh, look who knows his forest terms," Tony says and then laughs as Bucky starts struggling uselessly again. “Do you not have a knife to cut yourself free?!”

Bucky stops wiggling to glare at him, and then reluctantly admits, “I don’t have one on me.”

“What?” Tony demands with another laugh, temporarily distracted from his anger at the mysterious portal, “Who even are you?!”

Stephen hummed. “Pride month.”

"Yes, that's what it is. Here, open it.” Wong handed the bag to Stephen.

Stephen closed his book and took the bag, opening it with shaking fingers. It was a shirt, Stephen figured. Black, and very soft. Stephen took it out, unfolded it, and had to fight desperately to hold back a laugh.

“What? It’s your flag, the uh… pansexual one. Pink, yellow, blue?”

Stephen had to wipe away tears. “Yes, but, Wong!”

“What? It’s just three women in your colors?” Wong paused for a second, thinking. “Is it one of your pop culture things again?”

Stephen could only nod. Wong groaned. A few minutes later, Stephen calmed down enough to look at Wong and grin. “I love the sentiment, Wong, and I appreciate your support, but…” Wong looked at Stephen until he continued. “This is a Schuyler Sisters shirt. From the musical Hamilton.”

Wong kept staring. “What, in the Vishanti's name, is a Hamilton.” He finally asked.

Let's go!

Can you open the door, please?

This is who I am.

You shouldn't hide who you are.

I shouldn't hide who I am.

I think i'm ready to come out now.

Back to the closet we go, then.

Take my hand.

Let's go out together.

Everyone should know.

Get used to it!

Rainbows all around us!

I'm gay.

I'm bi.

I'm pan.

I'm ace.

I'm a lesbian.

I'm poly.

I'm demi.

I'm queer.

I'm...

I don't like labels.

What's a sexuality?

I'm trans.

I'm nonbinary.

I'm genderfluid.

At least I think I am.

You see, there's not only sexual attractions.

On the romantic side, I am...

On the sexual side, I am...

Why should we come out?

I knew since an early age.

I didn't know until recently.

I'm too scared to come out!

It's okay to not know.

I love you so much.

Girls are so pretty!

Boys are so pretty!

Everyone is so pretty!

Everything feels so much more easy now!

I think he/she'll never change

What flag is that?

You wanna go to the parade?

We don't have to go to a parade to celebrate pride.

Why are straight people like this?

I should have known...

My first crush was...

I have something to tell you.

We have something to tell you.

This is not a surprise to me.

Let's get married!

And that's when I chose -name-

How could you tell?

That's the gayest thing I have ever heard.

Live your life with pride!

Back when I had my straight arc...

Thank you for telling me.

I'm sorry I made you feel like you couldn't tell me this.

She's my girlfriend.

He's my boyfriend.

I am still the same person as before.

Woah, I didn't expect that!

Oh.

It's pride month, isn't it?

Bi. I mean, bye!

Wow, I am a mess!

My gaydar went through the roof!

Wow!

I like girls!

I like boys!

So do I!

Gender is a concept.

I knew you were dating!

How cute!

Ok, here it goes...

Yrene + Manon: Lost

Yrene Towers slammed the door shut behind her, panting heavily. Of all the way she had expected her expedition to go this was not one of them. Her journey had started well enough; a tearful but wholesome goodbye from her mother, a clear sky ahead, a pack with enough rations to last her into the next village. She loved her mother more dearly than anything, but she felt trapped. Everyday for her felt like the same routine over and over again, she needed a change. So she had then decided to plan an excursion for herself; she had always wanted to travel the continent, and that is exactly what she had decided to do. After a few days of planning, mapping out the route she would take, she finally set off. And up until this point everything was going well, but then she had started making her way through Oakwald forest.

It was fine at first, beautiful even, but as the sky got darker and darker, and as she headed further and further West, she knew something was wrong. Every little sound had her on edge, and she could not shake the feeling that something was watching her. Then the rain had started. It shouldn’t have started raining for at least a week, plenty of time for her to reach the next village, but it seemed that the gods had other plans. Although Yrene’s pack had a kit for the night, she would rather not let all of her clothes get soaked. Therefore her only option was to run and find shelter.

She sprinted as fast as her legs could carry her whilst still keeping a sharp eye out for anything that could shield her from the rain and God’s know what else was lurking in these woods. Even now she could feel the water begin to seep into her clothes, making her feel heavy and tired. Then her boots started getting stuck in the mud. This was bad. Yrene needed to find shelter, fast.

She was hoping for maybe a large tree or maybe even a cave, so when the young woman stumbled across a large cabin she was swallowed by both relief and shock. She didn’t know anyone lived here, and from the experience she just had, she didn’t anyone would want to live here. But at that moment she was too cold and too wet to care. So she stumbled into the cabin and shut the door behind her.

But now that Yrene was inside she was starting to regret her decision. The idea of residents inside the cabin hadn’t crossed her mind until now, and boy did she wish it had. There was furniture, but it was plain, as if only put there to give the appearance of a home. To her right was a simple, wooden table and four chairs to match. In front of them sat a fireplace that looked as if it had never been used at all. To her right was a set of stairs that most likely led to a bedroom, the stairs old enough that Yrene didn’t have to go near them without knowing they would creak with every step. Ahead of her stood an open door that showed a bit of what she could assume was a kitchen. 

The silence inside the cabin was a drastic change to the storm raging outside, and the change had Yrene’s head spinning. Trying not to think about it too much, she laid her sleeping pack down on the floor between the table and stairs, and tried to sleep. If anyone did live here then they would probably wake her and she could explain what had happened, and if no one did then she hoped this house seemed less eerie in the morning.

When Yrene woke she shot upright, the feeling that something was desperately wrong clung to her bones. It was as if whatever had made her feel so nervous yesterday was back tenfold. And now she knew that something was watching her.

“Hello?” she called out into the darkness. She must have only slept for a few hours since no light seeped in through the window in the door. “If someone's there, show yourself.” the quiver in her voice gave away her complete lack of confidence.

“Rude little thing aren’t you?” a chilling voice called from the darkness. Yrene felt shivers go up her spine. “You break into my home, sleep on my floor, then demand who I am? If I didn’t feel so insulted I would be impressed.”

If Yrene thought things were bad before they were terrible now. “Please,” she begged, all sense of pride lost, “I am a traveler, I was making my way through the forest when it started raining and I got lost. It was then I discovered your cabin and hoped to find shelter, at least for the night!”

“Lost you say?” the voice seemed to come from behind Yrene now, making her head turn.

“Yes,” she continued, “I just needed somewhere to stay until the rain stopped and then I would be on my way.”

It was then that the body of the voice decided to emerge from the shadows, and Yrene’s jaw nearly dropped to the floor.

It was a young woman that emerged from the dark, looking to be the same age as Yrene herself, but her beauty was otherworldly. Her long hair shimmered like pure starlight, flowing behind her like a ghost. Her skin was pale as moonlight, pulled over features so sharp they looked as though they could cut flesh. Her body was covered by a blood red cloak that made no sound as she moved, and the ironwood broomstick in her hand gave her away as a witch. But her most shocking trait were the woman’s eyes. Yrene was often complimented on her own eyes, like dark gold they had been described by many. But this woman’s eyes were something else. Her tilted eyes were bright, burning gold that almost seemed to glow in the dark of the night.

As the witch stalked around Yrene, the young woman could only stare right back at her. Her face gave away none of what she was thinking, but Yrene doubted she would live to see the light of day again.

“Please don’t kill me.” Yrene whispered. It was more to herself but as the witch cocked her head she knew that she had heard it. The witches were notorious for killing anyone they found and using the corpses for various spells. The thought alone had Yrene trembling.

“I’m not going to kill you.”

“You’re not?” Yrene asked, the tremble in her voice driven back by her surprise.

The witch merely shook her head, her hair swaying around her as she did.

“Oh.” was all Yrene could think to say after a moment, her brow furrowing in confusion.

The woman must have noticed because eventually she said “You aren’t my type.” Her voice bored.

“I would have hoped I am in a different context.” You idiot. Less than a few seconds ago Yrene was begging for her life and her brain thought now was a good time to flirt? Now she wishes she was dead.

 The witch only seemed to chuckle as she hunched down in front of Yrene, from this close she could see how her electrifying eyes scanned over her face, seeming to like what she saw.

“What is your name?” she asked, her voice now calm and soothing.

“Yrene,” she answered, feeling her self confidence beginning to rise back up to the surface. “And you?”

The woman smiled “Manon,” she gave her a final once-over. “Tell me Yrene,” the young woman tried not to shiver at the way her name sounded coming from Manon’s lips. “Do you know how to cook?” As she said this, she tilted her head back, gesturing towards the sack of food by the door that Yrene had not noticed yet.

“Yes!” she blurted out, probably sounding more eager than what was good for her.

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June 3 prompt, in which I write a soulmate au and almost forget I’m writing drabbles not long one shots!

Word count: 689

Roman looked down at his wrist. Vi, in white lettering. Every morning when he woke up, it was white again. He supposed that was a good thing, since every morning he would take his pink, yellow, and blue pens and shade in the twisted curls of the letters. This was his way of fighting against his parents. They saw the name Vi on his wrist and cooed over “Oh she has such a pretty name, I can’t wait until you meet her!” While Roman had nothing against dating a girl, or even having a girl as his soulmate, he didn’t want everyone to automatically assume that Vi was a girl. Vi wasn’t listed on any baby name websites as a girls’ name, it was listed as a nickname. But your soulmark was never your soulmate’s nickname, always their name. Something within Roman told him that this mysteriously elegant Vi was not a girl. So every morning he colored their name in the colors of the pansexual flag. His flag.

He was told that when you meet your soulmate, their name turns red. He didn’t know if he believed that. His parents’ soulmarks weren’t red, they were black. He didn’t want a black soulmark. At school, kids would all color their soulmarks. Dan, the trans boy who had a locker next to Roman’s, colored the name on his wrist “Phil” with pink, purple, and blue. Talyn, Roman’s cousin, always colored the name Joan with the nonbinary colors. He knew that their soulmark was already red, and Talyn hadn’t met anyone named Joan. That’s part of why Roman didn’t believe that his soulmark would turn red.

As he walked down the hall, he noticed his friend Patton. Patton always colored his name, David, in rainbow. He had been adopted when he was a baby. His parents had seen the name David and immediately gave him up for adoption. They hadn’t been able to handle the thought of having a gay son. Thankfully for Patton, he’d been adopted by Remy and Emile Picani, the couple who ran the LGBT+ coffee shop across the street from the school. Speaking of... Roman could use a cup of coffee or two before his final today. He quickly pulled on some white jeans and a red sweatshirt and was out the front door in less than five minutes. He didn’t usually come in during the day, only ever after school.

Remy was at the counter, making someone’s cappuccino. “Vi?” the caffeine addicted coffee shop owner called. Roman looked up immediately as a thin person wearing black jeans and a black and purple hoodie went up to the counter. Roman didn’t realize he was staring, or that he was walking toward the other, until he suddenly bumped into them.

“Oh my gosh I’m so sorry, I wasn’t paying attention to wear I was going. I-” Roman tried to say that he would buy them a new coffee to replace the one he’d spilled on them, until he noticed them wipe the coffee off their wrist. And their soulmark, the name Roman written in a handwriting the actor knew all too well, turned red before his very eyes. He looked down at his own wrist, only to see the pansexual flag fade into red. Vi’s eyes widened. Roman was the first to speak. “You’re them.” he looked Vi in the eyes. “You’re Vi.” And with that, Vi ran out. Roman hurried to the counter. “How often do they come in?” he asked. Remy gave him a look, so Roman held up his red soulmark.

“Vi comes in every morning before school, Fae always orders a caramel cappuccino with an extra shot of espresso. Fae’s homeschooled, and does faer school here sometimes. Vi doesn’t much like strangers, but maybe if you hang around the place when fae does, you won’t be a stranger anymore.”

Roman nodded. He would be here every morning before school. “Can I get a job?” he asked, deciding that would be his excuse for being here more often.

Remy laughed and nodded. “Sure kid, but only until that soulmark turns black. Until they love you.”

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This was supposed to be posted on June 1 but I’m slow when it comes to writing, so enjoy the demisexual fluff drabble I wrote

Word count: 457

Roman Knight’s day was just like any other. He woke up, got dressed, brushed his teeth, and he was off to school. The biggest difference in today was that tonight was prom. The red and gold streamers lined the hall, and balloons filled the gym. He didn’t have to go to class, because he’d volunteered to lead the prom committee. That was all that was different though. Everything else was the same. After school, he would go home and do homework, then go to bed at some point.

“Roman, have you finished the arrangements for refreshments?” Logan Parrel asked, looking up from his clipboard and checklist.

“Yes, just finished. Everything will be ready on time, just breathe.”

“Not everything,” Logan gave Roman a pointed look. The brunette sighed.

“Logan I don’t need to go home early to get ready because I'm not going. I’ve told you that. I don’t even have a date.”

“Who says you need a date for prom? You can go with me, as friends.”

“And let everyone think I’m gay? Logan, I face enough hell from people thinking I'm gay because I'm a drama kid and head of the prom committee. Why would I want to give them more ammo by coming to prom with a guy.”

“Okay well first off, there’s nothing wrong with being gay-”

“I didn’t say there was. But I'm not gay, so I don’t want people to think I am.”

“If you’re not gay then explain the many many many jokes you make about not being straight?” Logan raised an eyebrow.

“You do know there’s sexualities other than gay or straight, right?” Roman asked with a laugh. “I’m demisexual, so therefore not straight. But also not gay.”

Logan chuckled and shook his head. “I never thought I’d see the day.”

“What day?”

“The day you finally come out. I’ve known you weren’t straight since third grade when Mary Lou kissed you under the basketball goal and you screamed and ran away.” Logan smiled. Roman’s face turned every shade of pink.

“I-I didn’t know what a kiss was! I thought she was trying to eat me!”

Logan laughed. “Fine, if you don’t want to go to prom, then how about you at least let me buy you dinner?”

Roman shrugged. “So long as I can pick the place.”

“Alright, what’s your pick?”

“McDonald’s”

“Roman that is the least romantic place in existence,” Logan laughed.

“Exactly,” The grin on Roman’s face was contagious. Although perhaps the reason Patton and Virgil were laughing on the other side of the room was because Logan had just been shot down when he asked out the guy he’d had a crush on his whole life. Or at the very least since the third grade.

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 There is never a conversation signifying the start of their relationship. It just is, one day, just them waking up and knowing that this is it, knowing by the way their hands reach for each other first and their needs are seen to before their own. Jack giving up his food, a small feat in itself, had it not been for his absolute refusal to ever again feel hunger - and yet, he gives them the food off his plate without a second thought. Anne seeking out their bodies, not only for the pleasures of a good fuck, but for warmth and care and compassion - for callused hands stroking through her hair and soft kisses placed on her lips. Charles accepting defeat, acknowledging his wrongdoings, asking for their forgiveness, asking for their acceptance - giving out soft touches and receiving the redemption when they’re accepted.

                The maltese queen stalked out of her den, shouldering past the other lionesses if they didn’t move out of the way. A nightmare foal stuck close to her hip, doing its best to not fall behind.

                “May I ask where you’re heading, my highness?” Bluestar stopped in her tracks, her nightmare foal let out an unhappy nicker. She turned to look at the elderly lioness, trying to hold in her anger.

                “I’m going hunting.” She said curtly.

                “Hunting, whatever for, with all the poachers left behind Rot brings back plenty and with your daughter-“ The lioness spoke but was cut off with a growl from the queen.

                “What about Corvo?” Bluestar questioned, her ears flattened against her skull.

                “I just thought that with Corvo about you’d like to stay back and relax.” The older lioness said, choosing her words carefully.

                “Well, you thought wrong, I’ll be back in time to feed her.” Bluestar snarled and turned away from her. She quickly went from walking to running as she headed toward the open plains.

                Bluestar hated the jungle; the thick trees made her feel like she was suffocating. She took a deep, calming breath as she reached the tree line. Her dark eyes observed the plains, she didn’t want a challenge today perhaps there was a nearby human village.

                Her ear twitched, she could hear paws padding up behind her. Her lips curled over her teeth; if it was Rot coming to lecture her on her behavior she was going to add a new scar to his muzzle.

                The queen was pleasantly surprised when she looked behind her. The daughter she never had, Silver.

                Silver had recently turned two and was perfect. Dana always had perfect cubs.

                “Would you mind some company on your outing?” Silver inquired her queen, an amused gleam in her black eyes. A gleam that was shared with her faceless hyena cub, Cof, no one much cared for the little thing as it laughed far too often.

                  “Not at all, it is about time for us to learn to hunt together.” Bluestar replied, offering a smile to the young lioness. The queen always led the hunts and those beneath her needed to adhere to her rules; her usual team didn’t even need to be given instructions. Bluestar pressed on into the open, she felt much better with her new companion.

Silver needed no instruction to follow her queen into the tall grass, her claws already extended to take down whatever Bluestar wanted.