#Cerulean: yeah but I'm gonna fix it
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You guys wanna hear about the Festelcan because I am ready to discuss the Festelcan!
Festelcan are an alien race native to Vytas, an earth-like planet with one main landmass that hosts a variety of different environments and lifeforms. They have long bodies, short legs, large eyes with no visible pupils, retractable claws, long pointed ears, and pitch black skin contrasted with brightly colored markings.
They can be mistaken for dragons, but Festelcan are not considered true dragons.
There are four different varieties of Festelcan; fire, storm, toxic, and ice. All have unique traits that allow them to thrive in different parts of the supercontinent.
A more in-depth look provided under the cut. Note that things are subject to change.
Festelcan themselves are omnivores, and typically eat anything in their environment, be it plant, animal, or even ore.
They have what we consider long lifespans, often living around 150 to 200 years. They reproduce very infrequently, and only have one pup at a time. Pups are born blind, deaf, and lacking any ornamentation or wings. Pups are typically raised by their parents, although it's encouraged for the rest of the community to pitch in and help, too. Once they reach young adulthood at around 18-20 years they'll cocoon themselves and develop into their adult form, adorned with functioning wings, horns, spines, manes, etc. Sometimes this transformation happens early, though it is extremely rare and often a sign that something is wrong.
Most Festelcan live in the southern portion of the supercontinent, the exception being the Ice Festelcan, who live up north, separated from everyone else.
Festelcan occupy four main regions that also serve as nations, and each region typically is dominated by a specific type of Festelcan.
FIRE FESTELCAN
Fire Festelcan, live mostly in Scorchrocks, a quite barren region located around a massive volcano on the western side of the supercontinent.
They commonly sport orange, yellow, and red markings, with spots being quite common. All adults have wings, and oftentimes horns, spikes, and spines. Fire Festelcan are also on average the largest Festelcan variant.
They can withstand extremely high temperatures, being immune to being burnt by fire and lava. They also produce a very hot stream of fire from their mouths, which is an excellent weapon against other Festelcan types.
They eat the ores and other minerals that are located within the volcano. They'll take any prey where they can get it, but the fauna that does exist is either massive and extremely dangerous, or small and escapes with ease. The few plants that thrive here are too tough and taste horrible to the Fire Festelcan.
Scorchrocks is ruled by a queen, and the role is typically passed down to her daughters. It's said that the first queen was chosen after she had saved her people from an unusually large infernal worm, large invertebrates that prey on Festelcan. Ever since then, it's been tradition for princesses to prove their worth by taking on an infernal worm in combat. If they fail, they are barred from being queen. This tradition has its critics, some deeming it too risky to send an heir to possibly die, especially if there is no one to take her place. In the event the current queen does die and leaves no heirs, with no female relatives that can be chosen instead, the people will vote on a new queen.
Festelcan as a species just aren't big on clothes, especially Scorchrocks residents, but the Festelcan of Scorchrocks do love one particular thing: Jewelry. Scorchrocks is full of precious gems that Fire Festelcan simply adore. They're excavated by miners and given to craftsmen to turn into the most exquisite jewelry on Vytas. Scorchrocks will trade their jewelry with other regions. Jewelry is seen as a status symbol, the more you have to wear, the more well off, important, and respected you are. The queen, for instance, typically covers her horns, neck, tail, and ears with the most high-quality of gems.
Scorchrocks isn't the best region for building structures for housing. Wood will burn if used, and the rocks aren't much better as building materials. Volcanic eruptions and other events can totally destroy anything they do successfully build. So, the Festelcan of Scorchrocks carve out elaborate tunnel systems underground. Their homes may not be comfortable for most, but Fire Festelcan find the hot, rocky tunnels plenty cozy.
STORM FESTELCAN
Storm Festelcan mostly live in Rainhigh, a large cloud forest just east of Scorchrocks. This region sees a lot of precipitation. That, combined with the high altitudes and thick fog make Storm Festelcan feel right at home. There are also small numbers of Fire and Toxic Festelcan who live here, though Toxic Festelcan are more common, since they find Rainhigh more comfortable.
Storm Festelcan typically come in different shades of blue, pink, and purple. Markings vary wildly but patterns resembling rain or lightning bolts are common. Adults may have antler-like horns, manes, fins, and barbels or tendrils. Adults can also fly, not needing wings to do so.
They thrive in bad weather. They are immune to being electrocuted and can control storms to an extent. They can't summon storms, but when storms do pass by Rainhigh, they are able to manipulate them. Some Storm Festelcan can control the winds, others the rain, and quite a few can use the storms to summon lightning bolts. They usually cannot control multiple things at once. Additionally, Storm Festelcan have breath attacks that they can use at any time. They either can spew powerful blasts of wind, beams of electricity, or spray jets of pressurized water.
There are a few species of plant in Rainhigh which bear fruit that Storm Festelcan find irresistible. There's plenty of small animals that they can also try their luck with, and a river located at the base of the mountains provide lots of aquatic life that Storm Festelcan eat regularly.
Rainhigh is ruled by a council of five Storm Festelcan, four councilors who typically make the rules and an archcouncilor who oversees everything. Councilors and Archcouncilors are voted in by the people and stay in power until they either die or retire. Archcouncilors break ties when the rest of the council cannot make a decision, and they meet with leaders of other regions while the councilors stay behind.
Storm Festelcan are often skilled artists. Rainhigh is home to painters, sculptors, musicians, and more. Music in particular is very popular, and Storm Festelcan have a variety of different genres, to gentle, graceful songs that incorporate rain or wind to bombastic, energetic songs that incorporate thunder and lightning. They dance a lot, too, usually by performing elaborate aerial maneuvers or busting it down on the ground.
Rainhigh is filled with towers, open plazas, and and several kinds of housing. Many entrances are located above the ground, only accessible by flight. Because only adult Storm Festelcan can fly, most buildings have at least one accessible entrance for youngsters. They typically use dried plants, similar to straw as bedding.
Rainhigh is currently at war with Scorchrocks over territory, and while the fighting is growing increasing unpopular by civilians, their leaders continue the battling anyway.
TOXIC FESTELCAN
Toxic Festelcan mostly live in Greendepths, a dense jungle south of Scorchrocks and Rainhigh. It's filled with giant trees and little to no sunlight.
Toxic Festelcan are the lightest, most agile Festelcan variants. They are longer and thinner than the others, with adults sporting flexible spines and fins that let them glide around with ease. Their markings come in any bright color, they have prehensile tails, the largest eyes and best night vision of any Festelcan type, and they have both fangs to inject venom and a throat pouch so they can spray venom too. Even their flesh is mildly poisonous. They are speedy, excellent climbers, and can maneuver through Greendepths better than anyone else. Other Festelcan find them kind of off-putting and a bit intimidating. If they could fly, they'd be considered the most horrifying Festelcan on the planet.
Greendepths hosts many organisms besides the Toxic Festelcan who are either poisonous or venomous. Toxic Festelcan, being immune to both venom and poison of nearly any kind, do not care and simply eat anything they get their claws on. They are quite the chefs, and absolutely love creating exquisite dishes. Unfortunately other Festelcan will likely be poisoned by most of what they make and it's very hard to test what is and isn't safe without killing people.
Greendepths usually has two monarchs at a time. Toxic Festelcan aren't Matriarchal like the Fire Festelcan of Scorchrocks so gender doesn't matter. Both monarchs share the same duties, making decisions for Greendepths together. When a monarch dies or retires a new monarch is voted in.
The residents of Greendepths live in large tree houses, constructed out of wood. Rarely do they have their homes on the ground. The outside of their tree houses usually have "handles" that jut out so it's easier for the Festelcan, especially pups, to grab onto.
Greendepths never gets involved with whatever conflicts Scorchrocks and Rainhigh have. They readily trade with both nations, and no one is willing to start fights with Greendepths, as both Scorchrocks and Rainhigh are kind of terrified of it and it's inhabitants.
ICE FESTELCAN
The other Festelcan do not know that Ice Festelcan even exist. They live in the northernmost parts of Vytas, cut off from the other Festelcan types, in the frigid Everfreeze region.
Ice Festelcan are the shortest, stockiest Festelcan variety. They have pale, jagged markings, usually white, grey, or light blue, smaller ears, shorter legs, more body fat, and ice-like spines. Most Festelcan cannot tolerate the cold very well, but Ice Festelcan thrive and feel right at home in it, being immune to freezing to death. They can breathe freezing beams of ice from their mouths, and they possess webbed paws, giving them the best swimming ability of any Festelcan type. They can hold their breaths significantly longer than other Festelcan. They cannot fly or glide.
Everfreeze has little to no plant or animal life, being a barren icy landscape all the time. Everything the Ice Festelcan eat comes from the ocean. They dive to great depths to hunt, and often hunt cooperatively to bring down large game to feed as many people as possible. This is, however, very dangerous, as the waters here are filled with massive marine predators that will happily prey on careless Ice Festelcan. One of which is the Polar Worm, a relative of the Infernal Worm. Polar Worms are purely aquatic, and terrorize the Ice Festelcan as much as the Infernal Worm terrorizes the Fire Festelcan.
Everfreeze doesn't have a set leader or group of leaders. The majority of the population is divided into smaller villages, comprised of one to a few families and some unrelated individuals. The oldest members make decisions for their village. The Ice Festelcan are not unified in the way the other Festelcan are. There isn't that much major conflict between villages, most of it typically being family drama, as they don't fight over resources.
Since freezing to death is not an issue, even for newborn Ice Festelcan, housing isn't as big of an issue to them as it would be to other Festelcan. Most Ice Festelcan simply dig out burrows in the snow or ice, to hide themselves from the few terrestrial predators that may pose a threat to them. There are several villages that choose to make huts out of the bones, armor, and hide of their prey instead.
Many Ice Festelcan have tried to explore South of Everfreeze, but they do not handle warmer temperatures very well and every attempt led to them turning back. Who knows what would have happened if they had managed to find the other Festelcan nations?
OTHER INFO
Festelcan as a whole have only been around for a few thousand years.
Festelcan are basically still in the stone age. They don't have any forms of technology and are not space faring.
Festelcan did not evolve on Vytas. They didn't really evolve at all, actually. Festelcan are not a natural species and were instead created and then planted onto Vytas. They do not know this.
The Storm Festelcan considered Cerulean a terrifying anomaly. When she was a pup, her mentor had been teaching her to use her powers, and her electricity badly wounded him. The council quickly got involved and the archcouncilor, Shockjaw, was fearful of her power and wanted her dead. Cerulean's parents tried to defend her but Shockjaw murdered them both, chasing Cerulean deep into the forest before he lost her. He had hoped she died, but in reality she was saved and transported off world by Krim. Cerulean was presumed dead.
Shockjaw had tried to convince everyone that Cerulean was too dangerous to be kept alive, and hid the truth of her parents' murders. Downpour, Cerulean's former mentor, doesn't believe that she should have been killed, but the council silences and threatens him everytime he attempts to defend her.
Cerulean however, has held a grudge ever since, and plans to enact her revenge.
#zesty's ramblings#zesty's ocs#my doodles#Festelcan#if you're wondering what happens when the people don't agree with their rulers and said rulers don't retire... they uh get murdered#Cerulean: they hated me because of something beyond my control....#Aster: you too??#Cerulean: yeah but I'm gonna fix it#Aster: how???#Cerulean: M U R D E R#so yeah this is a general overview of the Festelcan and what they are generally like#cw bright colors#eyestrain#cw eyestrain
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NCT 127 X S/O With locs
REQUESTED: NCT127 x S/O with locs
a/n: God, I'm sorry I'm just now getting to this. It's been on my to do list. But I'm finally here with it. But side note, each members s/o comes with a different shade of blue. I don't know the members well this is my first time writing a NCT 127 ot9 request so my reaction may not be as accurate to them.
side note: wasn't really sure how to write this without it being repetitive and boring but I still hope it's somewhat good.
another side note: I don't have locs so what I'm writing is based on YouTube videos I've watched and drawn inspiration from and also Pinterest.
ANOTHER SIDE NOTE, DAMN: I finished this around 6:35 am. The imagine went different ways, nevertheless, I hope the requester enjoys the brief moments between reader and ot9.
NOT PROOF READ MAY BE SOME GRAMMATICAL MISTAKES BUT STILL READABLE.
JOHNNY: you have been doing your retwist for a couple of hours in between sessions you'd watch Netflix, FaceTime johnny when he was on break from dance practice, ordered something to eat because you were too tired to even try to fix something to eat. And by the time Johnny came home you were just about done with your retwist.
“Oh wow.” Johnny said when he see's the color of your locs. “That color looks good on you.”
“You think so?”
“Oh yeah. It compliments you.”
The color you dyed your locs was a pretty Cerulean blue. After your locs were done, you added some cute hair jewelry some locs.
Johnny was checking out his hair in the mirror. “Do you want to dye mine so we can match?”
“Your stylist won't chew you out, will they?”
“If they I don't care. I want to match with my baby.”
MARK: he's seen you do your retwist before and knows how time consuming it can be. Mark would feed you and make sure you have plenty of water and when your arms get tired, he gives little massages. Your locs were bleached and ready for color.
“I have two different blues,” you tell your boyfriend. “Which one is your favorite, Indigo blue or baby blue?”
“Baby blue.”
“I'm feeling baby blue too.”
“Do you need any help?” Mark just wants to make things a little easier for you.
You happily nodded with a smile. Mark knew a little something about locs since you taught him. Plus, he saw this as quality time and another way of bonding with you.
DOYOUNG: “You don't gotta stay with me baby, it's gonna take some hours for her to get me colored, retwisted, and styled.” You tell Doyoung.
This was his first time going with you to a hair appointment. It was his day off and he didn't have anything better to do than drive you to your loctician and wait for you.
“But I want to stay,” he said, slightly pouting.
The salon was filled with other women getting their hair done too. One woman who was getting a wig installed gushed over you and Doyoung.
Your loctician gets you right and now it was deciding on the color. You decided to do the back of your locs sapphire blue and the front locs ocean blue.
Doyoung was on his phone most of the time, but he would check on you making sure you were good. He ran out to get you your favorite food since you would be sitting under the hair dryer for some hours.
“Do you think the colors look good on me?”
“They do. The colors just add to your beauty.”
“Boy, stop.” you laughed.
Doyoung playfully rolled his eyes saying, “I can't help it that my girlfriend's beauty is something magnificent.”
JAEHYUN: When he hears the 90s R&B music playing from the living room, he knows what today is. Retwist day. You spent a good three days preparing for this day. Giving yourself a prep talk because doing your own retwist wasn't for the weak.
“Tell me I got this, baby,” you whined to Jaehyun.
He kissed your forehead. “You got this. Just think about the end results. You know you're going to feeling yourself.”
You laughed saying, “You right. You right.”
Jaehyun kisses your lips this time and tells you bye since he is going to play basketball with the guys at the gym.
From morning until noon, you were still at your hair. You hadn't planned on styling it. Just a color and retwist. But you saw this cute style on Pinterest and decided why the hell not.
“Y/n I'm home.” Jaehyun yelled when he seen you weren't in the living room.
“Bathroom!”
He goes to the bathroom,leaning on the door door frame.
“What do you think?” You asked eagerly.
You had your locs in two space buns. With two locs in the front out with gold hair jewelry. Your locs were powder blue.
“I love it. You look so freaking cute.” Jaehyun reaches out and gently tugged you to him. “But it's a shame it'll only get messed up.”
You give your boyfriend a look. “And what does that mean, jae?”
He smirks pulling you to the bedroom.
“Oh no.” you protest. “Not when I spent hours on this!”
TAEYONG: he helps you on the days you did your retwist. He took a class on locs so he could be able to help you. That's how dedicated he was to helping you. After you bleached your locs. You sat in the chair while Taeyong prepared you for the color. You were dying your locs luxe blue.
“So, do you have a boyfriend?” Taeyong jokes with you.
“Um, actually I do.”
“Can he fight?”
“You tryna fight my man, sir?”
“If it means taking you out on a date. Then yeah beautiful.”
He always joked with you like this while doing your hair. After the color and the wash. You talked about what kind of style you wanted to do. It was just something simple. A half up/half down. It was giving “New Me”
And your boyfriend had to take pictures to post on his IG. He made sure you looked good in the pictures because he knew you hated it when he took the most outlandish pictures of you and posted them. But to him, he thought you looked good in all the photos.
He takes a picture of you with the caption: GUESS WHO ATE?🤪
TAEIL: Like Mark, Taeil likes the quality time he gets to spend with you while you're doing your hair. He's curious though. He asks a lot of questions like “Why do you have crotch hooks sometimes?” or “How come you don't do a retwist all the time?” and you're always more than glad to answer your boyfriend's questions and explain things to him.
“Have you thought about what color you're going to dye your hair?” Taeil asks you.
“I was thinking Sky blue or Cool blue.”
“Sky blue would look lovely.”
“You think so?”
“Yeah! But anything on you looks lovely.”
Your face grew warm at his words. Dang, this man really knew how to make you feel good about yourself.
“Want to help with the color?”
“Sure. Just show me what I need to do.”
These were the little moments that Taeil enjoyed with you. Just standing in the bathroom applying color to your hair while you asked him about how he was feeling. You always made it a point to ask him about his mental because you know how draining his job can be.
YUTA: he was gone most of the day while you were busy with your hair. You would send him pictures letting him know how the progress was going and taking slight breaks when needed. You decided to surprise your boyfriend when he got home. Yuta once had a style where he had white hair with blue streaks and you wanted to recreate that.
You styled your locs in this cute little style with two ponytails and a side bang.
When you hear Yuta come into the apartment, you call for him to come to the bathroom. You were in the middle of doing your baby hairs.
“Oh wow.” he said. “Blue and white? Reminds of a color I had.”
“You were my inspo boy.”
“Really?”
“Yes.” you turned fully to look at Yuta.
He was busy checking out your new style. “This style is cute,” he said. “My hair is sort of long enough. Let's match styles.”
“You for real?”
“I want to look cute too, girl.” Yuta winks at you.
HAECHAN: “Just say you want to be my twin, y/n.” he teases you, poking you in your side while you're trying to apply dye to your locs.
“I really don't haechan.”
“Then why are you dying your hair blue like mine.”
“first off, my blue is a different shade than yours.”
“Still blue, y/n.”
“Electric blue.”
“Okay?” he poked you again. “Like I said, still blue.”
“Why are you annoying me while I'm trying to do my hair?”
“Cause I'm bored and If I don't annoy you I'll die.”
“Go die in the corner.”
“Y/n if I did die you'll be sobbing your pretty little eyes out.”
“Nah. Now go die.”
“No.” he poked you repeatedly until you burst out laughing getting hair dye on you and him. “Are you going to style the locs?”
“I was thinking of doing a simple, classic back ponytail.”
“Mmm.”
“What?”
“Oh, nothing.” he smirks.
“Nah, I hear it in your voice there is something.”
“You're gonna have your locs pulled back. Maybe we can do something.”
“Something like what, Haechan?”
“It has job in it.”
“Oh, boy hell nah.”
JUNGWOO: You were sitting between Jungwoo legs as he helped you style your locs. You wanted a side ponytail and jungwoo was oddly good at doing them, he even could lay your baby hairs too. Your locs were midnight blue. Your boyfriend helped with picking the color since you really couldn't decide between sea foam green or midnight blue. Midnight blue was the winner.
“Okay, all done!” Jungwoo gives you the hand mirror.
“The retwist and style got me feeling fresh.” you turned your side to side in the mirror. “You did your thang. The color is so pretty on me too!”
Jungwoo smiles feeling proud of himself. “Yeah, I did that!” he pulls out his phone. “Here, let me take pictures. I have to show you off to the guys.”
“Don't. They may fall in love with my beauty.” you say all dramatically making your boyfriend laugh.
“How many times can a person fall in love with the same person? Cause honestly I've fallen in love you with you so many times.”
“Oh, really?” you tilt your head back to look at Jungwoo.
He smiles at you, bringing his face down closer to yours. “Really.” jungwoo softly whispered. “I never want to stop falling in love with you, y/n.”
#nct127 x black reader#nct127 imagine#nct 127 x s/o#kpop x black reader#kpop fanfic#fanfic#kpop x ambw#kpop x reader#kpop x black fem reader#nct 127 x you#nct 127 x y/n#nct 127 drabbles#nct 127 fanfic#black reader#nct 127
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AO3 Tag Game!
Tagged by @mvshortcut :) I'm gonna stick with just this fandom/this account for this one to make it less confusing
How many works do you have on AO3?
44. (Including snippet collections.) For this fandom/account. Far more if you count bi-demon-ium or my old account or my older account or
What’s your total AO3 word count?
Okay this one it won't let me separate by pseud or fandom so you're just gonna have to live with being lumped in with all my MBS and a few other misc fics at "653,461". Didn't get the other accounts though. Man, I'm a mess
How many fandoms have you written for, and what are they?
Okay, well, this one by nature is also not solely for this fandom,
(number in parentheses is number of ao3 works posted)
Ted Lasso (obviously) (44) (including snippet collections)
The Mysterious Benedict Society (116) (also including snippet collections)
Instinct (2) (one is a small snippet collection--)
House MD (1)
Death by Dying (1)
Gravity Falls, technically, but it was one crossover (1)
ditto with The Legend of Zelda (1)
King Falls AM (1)
The House in the Cerulean Sea (6)
Shadowhunters (??? at least 36) (some now hidden/lost)
Professor Layton (1)
The Librarians (2)
The Sandman (1)
The Mentalist (2)
Star Trek (AOS) (1)
Sanders Sides (at least 1)
Miraculous Ladybug (1)
Rosewell: New Mexico (2)
The Dresden Files (1)
That's stuff posted to ao3/finished. There's also, technically,
for stuff I published when I was twelve and I now refuse to acknowledge (not all bc of the fandom but bc the fic was Bad):
Doctor Who
Supernatural
Sherlock
Psych
Castle
Welcome to Night Vale
Avengers
A Series of Unfortunate Events
And then stuff I've written for but never finished:
Warehouse 13
Dirk Gently's Holistic Detective Agency (2016)
Dirk Gently (2010)
SurrealEstate
Zoo (podcast)
Once Upon a Time
Scooby Doo
Person of Interest
The Goes Wrong Show
Spy Kids (???)
Ace Attorney
The Adventure Zone
Criminal Minds
Star Trek (TOS, TNG, and DS9)
Haven
MacGyver
Trollhunters
exactly one (1) joke The Magnus Archives fic
Percy Jackson and the Olympians + The Kane Chronicles + Tales of Apollo
Leverage
Pushing Daisies
The Sarah Jane Adventures
Megamind
Bones
Avatar: the Last Airbender
Lucifer
Some of these are deeply questionable and/or only have like two (2) wips or even posted works at most, but I'm thorough. Also, I will write about almost anything bc my brain loves to process things like this. I may have even missed something
Top five fics by kudos:
Ted Lasso Kisses Trent Crimm On The Mouth (1125)
semaphore (977)
off the handle (719)
linger (699) (nice)
a preacher, a bikini, and a kiss or two (641)
Do you respond to comments?
I really try to, but then I get all in my head about it and/or am really really tired and put it off so long it then feels like it would be weird to respond because it's been forever. However, if there's a direct question or something I want to address/respond to, as in, I have something particularly unique to say or a question to answer, then I'll usually respond really fast
What’s the fic with the angstiest ending you’ve ever written?
Honestly, I'm not a huge unhappy ending person, a lot of the time I'll have a first chapter I was initially going to end really angsty (see ink sunset and make a mess of you) and then added more to fix it at least somewhat. As is... maybe the somewhat unresolved emotional tension (for Ted and Trent, at least, Roy's doing great) in something to get off my chest, the +1 for betrayal's sting / absolution's balm? I have some worse ones in an old fandom on an old account but. meh.
Do you write crossovers?
Not often, but I rotate them in my brain. Honestly, though, I'm more inclined to write a fusion than a crossover proper. And even so, I tend to just be thinking about it rather than actually writing it. I've only written one crossover in recent memory (recently, that is) and it was mostly a joke about a shared actress made into actual angst.
Have you ever gotten hate on a fic?
Yeah lmao
Do you write smut?
😏 sure do
Have you ever had a fic stolen?
👁️👁️ not in this fandom
Have you ever had a fic translated?
yes!! also not in this fandom
What’s your all-time favorite ship?
In this fandom? Trent/Ted. overall? no idea, because recency bias, my all-time favorite is whatever I'm into right now, which isn't really objective but hyperfixationitis.
What’s a WIP that you want to finish, but don’t think you ever will?
:( so many. AND there are a lot of posted fics I want to write a sequel/companion piece for and idk if I'll ever get the energy...
I guess off the top of my head, for this fandom, I'd go with lost sight of (who you are) (motivation died because it's old enough no one knows it exists anymore lkfgjh) and ink sunset (I WANNA FINISH IT I DO I DO I DO)
What are your writing strengths?
I think I can write a really funny string of dialogue, and I'm also fond of fun metaphors, both in the elegant poetic way and in the more Douglas Adams/Terry Pratchett way (which is to say, still potentially elegant but also comedic as hell)
What are your writing weaknesses?
Motivating myself to write anything; being overly self-indulgent
What are your thoughts on writing dialogue in another language in fics?
I'm extremely bad at linguistics in general, so if I must include someone talking in another language in my fic, I think I'd tend to cheat and do italics or some other indication that this is 'in another language' (ie "Where are you going?" she asked in Russian), but that's admittedly a lazy approach. But I also think it's probably better than butchering it with an auto-translator? Also, when people just include the translation in the end notes, even with a link (although that makes it marginally better) it breaks the flow of the story and makes it hard to read. Making an effort to at least match grammar is good (which I would do if it was for longer than a single scene, probably) but I think the best solution is when people know what they're doing and like, have an actual translation with a little html code so you can click on it and it reveals what it means? Or if you're clever, revealing what it means using context around it, but that has its own limitations. So that both like, uses the actual language and doesn't break up the flow. It balances accessibility, flow, and respect for the other language in question well. But you've got to both know what you're doing with the language (either asking someone/hiring someone/knowing the language yourself) and the html (although there are guides for that you'd have to spend time figuring it out + know it exists in the first place to look). And this is fanfiction, something we ultimately do for free in our spare time, so the lazy approach, I think, can be understandable. Maybe not in every context, but it's not worth stressing a lot over in a few random lines or anything, you know? It is really cool when people do know a language well enough to include it properly in a fic, though, it can say a lot about a character or dynamic; and their background(s) and like. it's neat :)
What was the first fandom you ever wrote for?
Ever? Doctor Who. In a shitty little notebook in middle school. Then there was some Star Trek (both TNG and TOS) and Avatar: the Last Airbender and Marvel and such, and then Supernatural (my first smut? extremely terrible Destiel smut. rip) and I think the first thing I ever posted was Welcome to Night Vale? Not sure.
What’s your favorite fic you’ve written so far?
Oh, man. I have no idea. Here's a few favorites from this fandom:
matters of the heart
trick & treat
vita nova
melt like this
"second impressions"
"reveal"
probably those time travel snippets, just in general
tagging:
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🌲| hey guys im back!! my internet wasn't working for a while and so i was unable to upload, but i got it fixed now:)) thank u all for ur patience! in the meantime, here's a fem!reader x machi oneshot with slight nsfw! enjoy:))
pov- you attempt to ignore machi
"Look, I know I haven't been giving you the most attention lately, but it's childish to ignore me."
You turned away from Machi and continued typing on the laptop on the desk in front of you, doing nothing in particular except focusing on acting like your girlfriend didn't exist. She was exactly right about her not giving you attention. Machi was always running off with the Spiders or participating in rogue missions with her "magician" friend Hisoka- which she thought you didn't know about. And then when she came home, she'd barely acknowledge you and go right to bed. Yeah, okay. Now she would get a taste of her own medicine.
You heard Machi sigh from behind you before her footsteps approached you, and then she was at your side; from your peripheral vision you could see her arms were folded. Still, you put on your best poker face, staring straight ahead at your screen.
Machi scoffed. "So I don't exist, huh?" Her tone was low and flippant; something about it made you tense up. Nonetheless, you remained silent.
She chuckled, and you could practically hear the smirk in her voice. "Hm- so I guess you won't mind if I... sit right here?" Machi lowered her body slowly onto your lap, her cerulean eyes on you the whole time. Your teeth clenched, and it took all your will to keep your face from heating up. Machi had never done this before- convenient it was now when you were trying to ignore her that she wanted to tease.
Despite this, you somehow managed to keep your face stoic- you could already feel your annoyance at Machi begin to dissipate, and your attempts to recall the times she'd shown you no affection to reignite it were fruitless.
"Was that an eyebrow twitch I just noticed, baby?" One corner of Machi's tinted pink lips turned up in amusement. "I know you won't be able to last much longer- not like this."
Damn it. She really didn't miss a thing. Your toes curled in your shoes in frustration. Well, the eyebrow twitch would be all she was going to get out of you.
Machi's breath was cool, her cotton candy colored hair tickling your skin. "But if you're still gonna ignore me, then how about..." You felt her hands come to your shoulders, slender fingertips blushing red. "How about I take my hands... and run them down your body..." Her hands slid down your shoulders and down your neck, stopping to tease your breasts with soft rubs to both before brushing by your hips, roughly gripping them. "...till I get to your pretty thighs." Finally, her hands stopped at your upper legs, squeezing them abruptly as her lips spread into a sly smile, her gaze never leaving you.
Fuck. Your stomach was already fluttering, and your breathing was getting harder to control. However, you kept your gaze averted, busying your fingers by hitting random keys on the keyboard. At this point, it was all you could do to keep from guiding her hands further down.
"We both know you're not doing a damn thing on that computer, baby." Machi lifted one of her hands to scoop up both of your wrists and gently lower them down to your lap. Her eyes looked you up and down, a glint of mischief in each of them. "I also know that you don't wanna ignore me anymore."
Nothing from you.
"Oh, so you still wanna act up?" Machi cocked her head tauntingly, taking your thigh again and rubbing small circles with her thumb. "I'm being nice right now, Y/N. But I'll only give you one more chance..." she leaned her head in, the tip of her nose brushing your neck just beneath your ear- "...before I go for your weak spot. And we both know you're pretty ticklish."
Now you were really flustered. Your cheeks were flaming and it took everything you had to keep your eyes lowered, unable to even look straight ahead anymore lest you catch a glimpse of Machi's face and completely throw your mission away. Begrudgingly, you pursed and unpursed your lips, blinking rapidly and letting out a long breath.
"Hm- you're pretty good at this," Machi noted coolly. "But what if... I brushed my lips...just below your ear..." Her words trailed off as she stopped to kiss the spot just below your ear, her lips plush and tantalizing as she left kiss after kiss all the way down your neck, pulling the neckline of your shirt down to reach your collarbone. Just below it, Machi began to suck gently, teasingly twirling her tongue over the spot as her hands slowly slid back up your hips and waist until they reached your breasts, where they began to tenderly massage them. You could feel her heavy breathing on your increasingly sensitive skin, her eyes lifting at every kiss to look at you coyly.
A pleasured sigh escaped you, and you couldn't resist running a hand through Machi's hair, your head rolling back to allow her more space. "Machi..."
"There you go." She lifted her head to meet your gaze, her hands still caressing your chest. "Finally decided to stop acting like I don't exist, pretty?"
You let out a tiny whimper as her fingertips brushed over your hardening nipples through your tank top, looking away from Machi. "Machi, you know that isn't fair."
"Isn't it. You and your little whines say otherwise." Her voice was low. "Tell me you don't want me to keep going. Tell me you don't want me to make you sorry you ever ignored me."
Mind her, you definitely wanted to tell her. But the way her lips felt and the way her hands felt- she knew exactly what she was doing.
"Nothing?" Machi smiled. "Good girl."
#machi x reader#machi phantom troupe#machi komachine#machi x you#reader x machi#phantom troupe x reader#machi x reader smut#machi x fem reader#wlw#machi komacine
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Crawlin’ back to you
pairing: dabi x fem!reader
genre: smut with a lil angst and fluff if you squint
notes: reader is a member of the lov, set in the meta liberation army arc (before the war!), possessive dabi, wowee this is my first work!! I never expected myself to be able to write a piece but here we are ehehe this was inspired by a certain tiktok actually. U may have already noticed but the title is from the song do I wanna know? by the arctic monkeys<3
warnings: 18+, unprotected sex, breeding, cum play, dubcon-ish?, toxic relationship, degradation, vulgar language, alcohol
word count: 3k
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That the nights were mainly made for saying things that you can't say tomorrow day
Crawlin’ back to you
Ever thought of callin’ when you've had a few?
'Cause I always do
Maybe I'm too busy bein’ yours to fall for somebody new
Now I've thought it through
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Dabi wasn’t one to do feelings. He’s screwed numerous women, but they were nothing more than some toys to fulfill his sexual needs. Neither did he want to have feelings, nor did he need to. Afterall, his side hoes who begged to stay with him even after all the degradation he’s given them disgusted him the most. He would snicker at their pathetic attempts and cut them off ruthlessly.
However, you were an only exception.
No, he did not have feelings for you, he swears he never did and never will. But you were different from his other disposable sluts--he kept you around. He didn’t ghost you, instead, he kept coming back. It is only because you’re a member of the lov as well, he thinks. You are easy to access since you’re always around the lov base, and he doesn’t even have to worry about getting caught by civilians or stupid bitches who suddenly decide to turn him into the police. You guys were practically co-workers with benefits, fuck buddies where the “buddies” part is questionable.
Dabi didn’t mind that he made an exception for you until that night. That very night where you sleepily decided to crawl into his arms after a rough round and whispered him how you loved the rough texture of his skin against yours. That very night where you pressed delicate kisses beneath his jaw. The moment of intimacy—making his heart pound and warmth spread beneath his cold skin—was threatening. You were threatening.
That’s where he cut you off completely. He did not knock on your bedroom door located in the lov base anymore. He stopped sending those “you up?” texts at 3am. He didn’t even lock eyes with you or talk to you anymore.
It feels as if something heavy dropped inside you, squashing your heart to the point where it’s painful. You try your best to ignore the pang in your chest and remind yourself that you guys were nothing more than co-workers with benefits. However, the enduring heartburn only functions to make you realize how attached you were to him. He’s Dabi, the biggest scumbag you will ever meet, what did you expect? What were you thinking? It should be no surprise this happened, right? But having to encounter his stupidly handsome face every day was not doing any help. You are a girl with dignity, you tell yourself, trying your best to ignore his strong scent of campfire and cologne drowning you every time you guys are in the same room.
The pain is suffocating you for weeks, and you finally decide to completely get over him. The night Dabi brings a bimbo to his room and fucks her loud enough for everyone in the lov to hear—for you to hear—you’re done with everything. You step outside, get drunk, do anything to numbify the pain the raven-haired guy has caused you, and even meet a nice-looking guy who seems to be interested in you.
You are doing good without Dabi.
You don’t need Dabi anymore.
You are not letting him get to your head.
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A party.
League of villains is all about privacy, but they also started having some fun after uniting with the meta liberation army. Now they had sufficient money, people and place to throw parties every now and then without the danger of getting caught by civilians. Afterall, a number of heroes were in their side as well.
“Not gonna lie, you guys do know how to host parties.” Keigo smirks, picking up a glass of bourbon whiskey. “It’s fuckin’ lame,” Dabi answers as he downs a glass of liquor.
“So, what happened with y/n?” Keigo throws a suggestive smile.
“The hell you mean what happened with her?” Dabi frowns.
“Y’know, didn’t you guys used to be a thing or something?”
“Nah, she was an occasional fuck and that’s it.”
“Oh really? The Dabi I know never fucks a same bitch twice though. I thought she was something special.”
“Special?”
“Yeah, thought maybe you actually wanted her.”
A smug grin appears on Dabi’s face. “Never even liked her.”
“Have you seen her and her new boyfriend?”
The smile is quick to vanish from his face after hearing the word boyfriend. Dabi’s eyes widen, immediately glaring at Keigo. Before he could say anything, Keigo tilts his chin to point something.
“There they are.”
Dabi turns his head only to find you clinging onto some guy’s arm. Your cheeks are flushed –a pretty, pink glow on your face—as you bat your eyelashes at the guy. Bubbly giggles escape from your lips while you stare at him through half-lidded eyes. The guy’s arm is secured around your waists, pulling you closer to him.
Dabi sees red.
His entire body freezes as his grip around the liquor glass tighten. Dabi doesn’t say anything for a moment, but there is no way Keigo wouldn’t pick up how his cerulean eyes are flaming at the sight. “Well, I thought you knew.” Keigo pats Dabi’s shoulder. “Wouldn’t matter anyways right? You never liked her.”
“…Right.” Dabi takes another sip from the liquor, his eyes still fixed to you.
Keigo’s words are true; at least they are supposed to be true. Dabi didn’t have feelings for you. He doesn’t do romance. No feelings were ever involved with any of the women he’s slept with, and he made sure of it. It was so clear for Dabi without a question.
But why is it unable for him to erase the sight of you with some guy as he forces himself to sleep that night? Why are your sweet giggles echoing his head? Why can’t he get rid of the thought of you in that tight, black dress that perfectly complements the curves of your body? Why is the moment where the guy places his hand on your inner thigh replaying in his head? Why are thoughts of you messing with his mind?
“Fucking hell.”
Dabi gets up. This was fucking annoying. You were truly fucking annoying.
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You tilt your head to check the glowing digits of your digital clock on the nightstand. 2:15am. It’s late, and you haven’t even taken off the dress you wore to the party. You are too tired both physically and emotionally. You’ve done quite a decent job in entertaining the man who’s accompanied you through the whole party, but it was truly an energy-consuming task. You and him walked around as if you guys were the happiest couple in the party; but the truth is that you guys aren’t even properly dating yet. Solely because you have constantly been refusing to properly answer him asking you to be his girlfriend. It’s not that he’s bad looking or anything, but the idea of being with him just doesn’t sit right with you. Ever since you’ve met him, he couldn’t keep his hands off you without asking you anything about consent. You always had to pull his hand away with an uncomfortable smile, yet he never took a hint. However, when a dating rumor about you and him started and spread quickly, you didn’t try to correct anything. Maybe it was because you wanted to pull out a reaction from a certain villain. Maybe your unusual actions at today’s party; clinging onto the guy and laughing at every single word he spoke; was to make Dabi witness how happy you were.
Truthfully, you were dying inside.
What was even worse was that none of your attempts seemed to bring an ounce of reaction from Dabi. When have you become so pathetic and desperate? You feel tears welling up in your eyes, hot and burning, but you don’t want to cry. Not for an asshole like him. You take out your phone, find the guy’s name, and text him that you don’t want to see him anymore. You feel a little guilty, thinking that you may have used him to provoke something from Dabi, but your thoughts are too worn out for you to comprehend anything. You flop onto your bed and bury your face in your pillow. You huff out a deep sigh, and the soft texture of your cotton pillow feels warm on your cheeks. In all honesty, you were thinking about Dabi the whole time you were at the party. Whenever the guy’s hand creeped up your thighs or gripped on your ass, you imagined it was Dabi’s, trying your hardest to feel something from the contact.
You weren’t over Dabi. You never were. Realization hurts, leaving a sour feeling in your mouth.
Your body shoots up at the sudden, loud slamming sound emerged from your door. Your teary eyes widen at the lean man slamming the door shut. “Dabi?” You ask, not believing your eyes. “What the hell are you doing here?” Without an answer, Dabi’s one hand reaches for your throat as his other hand grips your wrist. His large body is towering over you, and you feel your bed shift as he dips one knee in the mattress. His sapphire eyes pierce through your soul, and you can feel his raging anger just from looking at him.
“You’re such a pain in the ass, y’know that?”
“Dabi, what are you-“
He doesn’t let you finish the sentence, pulling you in for a heated kiss. Your lips open reflexively, enabling him to deepen the kiss. The kiss is aggressive, and he doesn’t know whether it is because of his anger or his pent-up desires towards you that he has been suppressing. The kiss gets sloppier over time, hot and wet with saliva and tongue. He lets go of the grip on your wrist and starts tracing your inner thigh with his thumb, and you let out a soft moan. You finally pull away from the kiss to catch your breath, but he doesn’t cease to caress your thigh. Instead, he lowers himself to your ear. “You seem to really love thigh touches, don’t you?” His low voice and hot breath brushing the shell of your ear sends chills down your spine.
“Huh?”
“I always knew you were a slut, but never knew you were this much of a whore. You would bend over any guy who offers you some touches, right?”
Tears swell in your eyes again at his vile words, but it’s hard to talk when his knuckles are repeatedly brushing your clit.
“I’m… not a slut…nngh.” Suppressed moans escape your lips.
“Yeah? Why are you making those sounds then?”
“Dabi…”
He yanks your dress up and dips two fingers inside your lace panties, making you let out a weak yelp. Dabi raises his brows with a smug grin on his face.
“Oh, so she indeed is a slut huh? You get this fucking wet from a kiss?”
His two digits start pumping inside you, and you grip on his white shirt at the sudden sensation. Your gasps and moans get louder, and you suddenly feel his wet lips against your neck. Dabi sucks hard, making sure to leave dark purple marks from your jaw to your neck and shoulder, as he repeats the step of curling his fingers and pulling them inside and out your hole. “Dabi…too fast.” You whine out. “Yeah?” A sadistic grin appears on Dabi’s face. “Be a good slut and take what I give you.” His thumb reaches for your clit, making your legs shiver.
“Nngh…stop, I’m gonna… Dabi I’m gonna cum.”
“Stop? You want me to stop?”
“No!”
“Do you deserve it though?” he slows his pace while teasing your clit. “Beg.”
It’s humiliating, really—but do you have any other choice when you are this close?
“Please, Dabi… I’ll be your good slut. Please let me cum!” Your desperate cries have him pumping his fingers fast again, and soon you’re seeing white. Hot drops of release coat Dabi’s fingers as he pulls out.
“Say ah.”
“A-ah.”
You obey, and Dabi sticks his digits inside your mouth. Your mouth wraps around them immediately, sucking as if it’s a pacifier. “Good girl,” Dabi says as he pats your head, and it makes your stomach swoop with sick pride.
The bulge in his pants is becoming painful, and he contemplates on fucking your mouth. But he’s too impatient; He feels the need to abuse your cunt right now. He wants to hear your screams and cries as he proves who you belong to.
“Take that off.” Dabi gestures at your dress, and you start undressing as he demands. Dabi pulls down his sweatpants and boxers, causing his cock to spring out. It’s so pretty, you think, and you can’t help but admire his red tip, glistening with precum. He pumps his length a few times and lines it up with your entrance. You inhale a sharp gasp as you feel his whole length inside you. It feels so full; it feels as if he’s gonna split you in half if he starts moving.
“Ah, too big.”
“I know.” Dabi looks down on you. “Take it like a little slut you are.”
Before you could even talk back, he is moving inside you. Your moans blend with the noise of the bed creaking; a perfectly harmonized orchestra to Dabi’s ears.
You knew Dabi wasn’t one to prep you or go slow, but you feel like he’s going way rougher than usual. His wild thrusts have your head lolling backwards, and Dabi does not miss the chance to take a hard bite on your neck. You scream out of both pain and pleasure, and you feel two hot streams of tears on your flushed cheeks.
“Aww, she’s crying.” Dabi says in a mocking tone. “Bet you love the pain.”
Humiliation fills your chest and you turn your head away, but Dabi quickly grabs your chin with one hand, forcing you to directly face him.
“Who’s the one making you feel this full?” he asks.
“Y-you.”
“Did he ever make you feel this way?”
Wait, he? Who does he mean by he? Your alleged boyfriend? Could it be possible that Dabi was doing this out of jealousy? You try to comprehend, but it’s impossible for you to think clearly, not when Dabi is fucking you stupid. “No!” You shout.
Dabi’s free hand reaches for your clit and starts rubbing circles. “Tell me, who does this pussy belong to?”
“You…” You try to answer, but he suddenly lifts up your lower body and slams into your cervix in the right angle. It has you moaning even louder, your insides spasming around his cock.
“I can’t hear you.” He smirks sadistically.
“You, Dabi, it belongs to you! I belong to you!” You’re screaming his name like it’s the only word you know, making his cock twitch. “That’s right. You are all for me, all for me to use. Just a pathetic little slut for my cock.” A satisfactory grin appears on Dabi’s face.
Dabi lowers his body down and grunts directly into your ear as he thrusts even faster. The sound of his skin slamming into yours is so erotic, and you can feel how close you are.
“You wanna cum huh?” His words have you nodding frantically, babbling incoherent words. Yes Dabi—wanna cum so bad—wanna be yours—wanna be your good girl—please, dabi.
“Then do it. Make a mess on my cock.”
“Nngh, Dabi!” You scream out his name as euphoria washes down your body. His release follows you soon enough, painting your walls white. You feel warmth filling your belly while his groans echo in your ear. You’re still sobbing and panting after he pulls out, without any energy left to move. As your blurry vision starts getting clearer, you feel his warm skin and the sting of his cold staples against your back. His long arms wrap around your oversensitive body, pulling you closer to him.
“You’re messing with my head.” Dabi rests his forehead on the back of your shoulder.
“Huh?”
You’re confused, but Dabi doesn’t elaborate. His ego doesn’t let him do such thing.
“When you said you belonged to me, did you mean it?”
You bite your lower lip, not knowing how to respond to his sudden question. Millions of unspoken words and feelings are hanging in the back of your throat, creating a huge lump. You swallow them all and spit out a question instead. “Do you want me to belong to you?”
“Yeah.” Your eyes widen at his unexpected response, butterflies fluttering inside your chest. “Be mine.” His low voice vibrates against your soft skin. Your heart melts at his words, and you cannot stop your feelings from overspilling anymore. At that moment you both realize; you and Dabi were meant to crawl back to each other, no matter how hard you both try and struggle.
“I’m yours.” You smile, “I’m all yours.”
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Another piece of Curious. Yes, I am aware that it needs work just like all of my other writing. I'm learning. :) As always comments and constructive criticism is welcome.
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Slowly and with a small, shy smile Katherine sat the tray on the bedside table next to Leena before stepping back. She watched Leena’s eyes widen with awe at the food sat before her before emerald clashed with cerulean.
“You fixed all of this from scratch?”
Katherine flushed lightly at the question. She had always been a talented cook, but rarely did she get the chance to show her skills.
“Um, yeah. It’s just simple stuff. I didn’t know what you would like so I fixed a little of everything…I guess. In thanks for last night… I, um…I’m just gonna go…clean up. Yeah, clean up.” She moved to exit the room, but suddenly found herself pausing mid-step and turning back to Leena who wore a sly grin.
“Guess your brother forgot to mention my forte, eh?”
Katherine took a few steps back towards the bed, not of her own will, as she found herself unable to control her body.
“F-Forte?”
Leena’s grin widened as she stood, drifting towards Katherine with light steps, shirt rising almost dangerously high on milky thighs. Katherine’s eyes drifted down momentarily before shooting back up to Leena’s face, a slight flush on her cheeks that did not go unnoticed.
“Shadow manipulation. And currently, Ma Cherie, you are under my control.” Leena stopped just a few inches away from Katherine, who was studiously looking anywhere but at the woman in front of her, cheeks still tinted pink. “Kat, look at me.”
Slowly Katherine turned her eyes back to the younger woman, looking up as long fingered hands cupped her face. Leena lowered her head enough so that she could brush her lips across Katherine’s, drawing a soft gasp that allowed her to momentarily deepen the kiss.
“Thank you for breakfast.” She said softly when she pulled back, watching the suddenly darkening flush spread down Katherine’s neck. “You go on and get ready for work. I’ll take care of cleaning up. We can talk later.”
Hands dropped from her face and Katherine found herself in control of her body once more. Unable to comprehend what exactly had happened while feeling so flustered, she did the only thing she could think to do, which was to follow what Leena had said and start prepping for work.
She moved quickly to the bathroom needing time to think. It was only after she stepped into the shower that she realized that she had forgotten to bring clothes with her. She was so used to living on her own and not having anyone around that she usually just walked around in a towel after showering.
After finishing her shower Kat wrapped a towel tightly around her body and slowly opened the door. She peeked down the hallway to the kitchen, hoping to see Leena there, but being disappointed as everything was already cleaned up. Of course, considering her habit of cleaning up as she went, it really wasn’t much of a surprise. There hadn’t been much left to clean up.
Glancing down towards her bedroom, she took a breath. This was no different than the locker room in high school. It was just changing in front of another girl. No big deal…It just happened to be a girl that she was finding herself rather attracted to and thus a little…or a lot self-conscious around. And honestly, who was she kidding? Even in high school she had never changed in the locker room. She had always been the one to change in the bathroom stall as being surrounded by so many half-clothed girls made her uncomfortable…which she was now starting to see why if her attraction to Leena was any indication.
Deciding she was acting ridiculous, Katherine straightened her posture and moved towards the bedroom. When she walked through the door she spotted Leena laid out on the bed, laptop open with a schoolbook and binder next to her. Kat guessed that Leena had gone out to her vehicle after finishing with the kitchen. As soon as she entered the room Leena’s eyes were on her, roving up and down quickly with an appreciative grin before looking back to her work.
Kat had tensed when Leena glanced over her, worried about what her reaction would be, but with little more than a grin, Kat was left confused and curious as to what Leena had thought. As Leena turned back to her work, Kat relaxed, moving about gathering her clothes and drying as she did. She did not notice the little glances that Leena threw her way when her back was turned or the full out stare when the towel was dropped.
She turned after a few moments, pulling a red lace cami over her head and freezing when she caught Leena’s gaze. Her face flushed as Leena grinned guiltily at having been caught. Leena stood, moving to stand in front of Kat and reaching towards the hem of the cami, a curious look on her face. She glanced up, silently asking for permission and when she received no argument, she pulled the right side of the cami up just slightly. Doing so revealed a tiger paw print that Leena had apparently missed when she had changed Katherine the night before. Her fingers ghosted over the mark earning a shiver from the red head.
“Hm, didn’t take you for a tattoo person.” Leena said softly, letting the cloth fall back into place but not moving her hand from Kat’s hip. Her thumb traced small circles just under the hem of the cami and after a moment she trailed it up Kat’s side, fingers dancing along her ribs before settling once more at Kat’s hip. “I’ll let you finish getting ready.” Her voice was tight, but she had a small smile. “My thoughts just turned for the worse and I find myself wanting to remove what little you have on. To admire, maybe draw, or if you want, more…but we don’t have time for that right now. You have work.” She returned to the bed and pulled her binder into her lap, turning the page in her textbook, eyes roving quickly over the page to look for a distraction.
Kat released the breath she had been holding from the moment Leena had touched her, fingers leaving trails of fire up her side. Leena’s sheepish admittance to wanting to undress her had Kat stunned that someone wanted to see her like that. Her ex had only ever shown interest in trying to get her into bed, Leena acted as though she actually found Kat beautiful. Confidence had always been an issue, something that came from years of verbal and emotional abuse. So the thought that someone found her to be attractive was hard to believe. She finished dressing quickly, pulling on a white button up and a black pencil skirt. As she began pulling her hair back into a tight bun, a soft giggle caught her attention.
“Sorry, ignore me. I’m being bad again.”
Katherine tucked a final pin into her hair and turned with a raised eyebrow at Leena’s statement.
“You look like such a strict librarian, so if I say I’ve been obnoxiously loud in the library, will you punish me?” She explained with a wink. Kat flushed, opening her mouth to reply, but shutting it shortly afterward. She was not quite sure how to respond to that. “Don’t think too hard on it, sweetie. Just a bit of innocent flirting.” Leena added, making a note in her binder and closing it along with her book and laptop.
All three items were sat in a pile beside her while Leena picked up a backpack that was sitting next to the bed. She dug through the bag for a moment, pulling out a pair of jeans, a t-shirt, and a beanie. Then she placed her school items in the bag and started to change.
Kat did nothing to hide that she watched the younger girl change. The large shirt the Leena had slept in was dropped to the floor, leaving her in only her underclothes. Cerulean orbs trailed down the lithe figure in front of them. Milky white skin dusted with light freckles, the sight was almost hypnotic, or at least Kat found it so. She had never stopped to look at another woman, at least, not like this. Usually, she looked with wistfulness, wishing that she had that woman’s hair or this one’s figure. But right now, Katherine just found herself content to admire the younger woman’s fit form.
Leena took her time dressing, enjoying the fact that Katherine was openly watching her. She stretched slowly over the bed, hearing more than seeing Kat’s sudden shift in stance. The tigress had apparently taken a step forward without realizing it before shifting back again. Sitting up from her stretch, Leena grabbed her jeans and slid into them, slipping her tail into the hole specifically made for it. She was thankful she had chosen a pair that both fit well and were easy to get into. Leaving the jeans unbuttoned for the time being, she grabbed her shirt and pulled it over her head. As she did, she heard Kat shift again. It was another step towards her followed by a quick exit from the room.
Leena sighed and finished dressing, slinging her bag over her shoulder. If not for Kat having to work, and her having school, she may have had time to work on this development. But, she thought with a small smile, there had been an improvement and that was progress no matter how small.
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