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Part 4 of DW Fanfics
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2025-10-25
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2025-10-26
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Xel's Dandy's World Fic Requests

Chapter 1

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Hello, hello!

This'll be my first time taking requests on fics. Just testing the waters, ya know?
Anyway, I can most probably write anything you guys can request EXCEPT the following:

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Underaged Sex
Rape or Non-Consensual stuff
Kinky stuff
Any shipping between Coal, Pebble, Gourdy and Toodles
(unless it's those platonic types of shipping, then i'll allow that!)

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It depends if I want to write smut or not, but I'm a bit reluctant on that since I'm mostly against it.
But, I suppose I'm slightly open to requests pertaining to such.

 

Hm, well that's about it.
Let me know in the comments, and see ya!

Chapter 2: Reeox's Shelly x Sprout Request

Summary:

Sprout confesses to Shelly, pretty much

Notes:

Hopefully this is up to your liking :D
Thank you for the request!

I'll be doing other requests soon, so feel free to request for what you want!

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My eyes trace across the lines of Shelly’s door, as I fumble the bouquet of flowers hidden behind my back. I’m not one to be nervous at times, but for ages I’ve had this inexplicable, yet warm feeling whenever I’m with her.

I can’t put my finger on why. Perhaps it’s the discussions she and I would have from time to time on dinosaurs - I’d bring Cosmo along with me whenever she and I wanted to talk, and while I’d be invested in her rambles, the same probably can't be said for him. Or maybe it’s the assurance she brings whenever Dandy would force everyone to do his bidding - knowing that she’d be with us, lighting up the mood whenever things got rough.

Something about her allures me, and I don’t think I can hide it any longer.

I hear the door creak open, and her head peeks out from the crevice. “Anyone there?” She says with a singsongy voice - her eyes wide as she scans her surroundings - until she sees me.

“Sprout! It’s so good to see you!”
She gives me a beaming smile, and I respond with a grin. Something about her makes my heart completely melt.

“Anyway, what brings you here? Wanna know more about the Sabertooth today?”
I continue to fumble around with the bouquet of flowers, and my eyes are trailing everywhere but her. “Actually, it’s something else.”

Her face lights up. “Really? You’re interested in learning about other dinosaurs?”
I cough up a laugh and heave a sigh. “It’s that,”

I pause. How am I even going to form my confession into words? “You alright, Sprout?” Her face begins to crinkle with concern. “If you ever need a hand, I’m always here to help!” She places her hand out in front of me, and I can feel my face flush an incarnadine red. I think I’m just going to wing it.

I confess to her, and swiftly reveal the bouquet I’ve been hiding.
“I think I like you, Shelly.”

“The day we first talked, there was always something about you that I couldn’t put my finger on. You’re always so bright, especially when things always get tough. You’re admirable in every way, and I give my heart to you.”

Silence permeates the room with its unsettling nature, and each passing second feels more like unbearable hours. I feel like I’ve just made a grave mistake. At least that’s probably done with - you miss all the shots you don’t take, after all.

“Sprout…” her voice is soft as she places her hands on the bouquet. She eyes the flowers, tracing every single detail through those glistening pupils of hers. “Magnolias, too…”
Suddenly, I hear the thud of flowers against the floor, and hands begin to wrap around my waist. They’re warm - comforting like satin wrapped around me - and instinctively, I give in.
“I like you too, Sprout.”

Our eyes meet each other, and she smiles. I drink in her look - those glistening eyes of hers, those vibrant, orange blush of hers, and those dark, alluring eyelashes. Everything about her is beautiful, and I wouldn’t mind drowning in her.

She pulls out of the hug, pausing as if she was reconsidering, and slowly brings her hands down. “You know, I’d be happy to go out with you some time,” Her gaze is gentle, and I lace my hand against her. “Maybe on a date, too…”

The words ring in my mind, and my eyes begin to enlarge.
“I’d love that,”

“Well, I guess that settles that!”
She tiptoes and brushes a kiss against my cheek, before giggling as she runs back to her room.
“I’ll get prepared right away. I’ve been sewing some clothes, and maybe you’ll like them!”

I give her a grin.

“It’s okay, Shelly. You’re already beautiful the way you are.”

She truly was beautiful.
Beautiful as the day we first spoke to each other, and forever beautiful until the last.

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