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lixiesbrowniess · 1 year

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Ok so I had a thought 😜 Ao’nung x reader where she gets her 🩸while they’re doing it. I don’t think Na’vi get periods so I guess reader would be an avatar. Not really heavy detail on the actual smutty part but just about how he’d comfort reader after he clams down because he gets a little scared 😫

Oneshot: How do you stop it?

Ao'nung x fem!avatar!reader

Words count: 919

A/N: WHY DO I LIKE THIS SO MUCH?!! [ik it's short and m sorry bout it but hope you like it]

Warning: mentions of sex, mention of p in v, aged up characters 18+, bleeding (not by injury), menstruations, femavatar!reader, worried Ao'nung, kinda fluffy?

Na'vi vocaboulary: Tawtute: sky person/human, Skxawng: moron

"ARE YOU SURE YOU'RE OK??!" he blurted out as he held you by your arms shaking you back and forward. "I am but don't shake me so hard!" you said looking at your really worried boyfriend.

This is a very simply way to explain what happened. You two were having some horny and healty sex, right then your period decided to knock in. Obviously Ao'nung started to freak out and IMMEDIATLY stopped his movements. Currently you two were sitting on your knees in front of each other, still naked, as you tried to calm him down.

"Ao'nung i'm fine, this is normal for the sky people" you started explainin as long as it looked like he calmed himself down a bit. "But you're bleeding I-, are you sure I didn't- you know... cause it?" you raised an eyebrow.

this was actually pretty funny. "theres no way you did 'Nung" you chuckled.

"I mean i was... we were... AND THEN YOU-" he got interrupted as you took him by his shoulders and squeezed him lightly. He was really freaking out. "Ao'nung. I'm fine." you said looking him straight in the eyes. His breath started to slow down as he stared back.

"Look i'mma just explain it to ya." he nodded at your words. " but first I'll be needing something that looks like a pad..." you murmured looking around. You took the cloth that was thrown away some minutes ago by none other than Ao'nung and wore it again.

"So. you know I have an avatar body right? Just like Jake i used to be a human so a tawtute." He nodded again. "back in earth, once every month, after reaching the appropriate age, a female gets this bleeding and it's called period."

"It usually lasts 5 to 7 days but varies from woman to woman. Once it's over the woman is fertile so she can become pregnant." He looked a lot confused but still nodded at your words. "therefore, women on earth needs this to happen, otherwise they cannot have children."

"Plus when i got transferred into my avatar body it didn't change." he blinked looking at you with a kinda blank stare. "So it's normal for you to bleed from your vagina?" He asked looking stunned. You chuckled "Yes you skxawng" you smiled caressing his hair.

He hugged you close and hid his face onto your shoulder "Is there a way to stop it?" he murmured in the crook of your neck "I don't want you to suffer." he drew circles on your stomach and then laid his full palm onto your navel covering almost your entire belly. He placed sweet kisses all over your neck and collarbone, he never treated you so gently. I mean of course he did, but never THAT gently.

You just laid there and closed your eyes as he just cuddled you and snuggles into you. The cramps were starting to kick in but as his warm hands were laying onto your belly and his tail was wrapped around your waist keeping you close, you weren't paying attantion to that. Or to anything around you.

"Can we make tsaheylu?" your eyes shot open at his words. "I wanna feel how you're feeling right now"

You knew you two were already mated but just by words. Just by Eywa's words you didn't bond yet. "Are you sure?" you asked slowly looking at him "I am".

"All right then." you handed him your braid. He reached his back taking his and slowly approaching the pink tendrils that were moving around impatiently searching for the connection.

Your tendrils met. In that moment all you could feel was Ao'nung. His breath, his heart, his blood rushing, his worry, his love. Your pupils dilated as you both colud feel each other.

He leaned down and kissed your lips gently before laying back down massaging your belly with slow strokes. "I can feel everything Y/n. I'm here with you don't worry."

"Says the one who just freaked out" you jokingly teased placing a kiss on his forehead. "I really wanna make it stop. I don't want you to feel such a pain".

"I'm used to it really-" he placed a finger on your lips "nothing as my consent to make you suffer." he said looking directly in your eyes. Your heart squeexed at his words making you smile uncontrollably.

"remember i can feel everything. And you're the one who said we can't fuck if you're in this state." he mockingly said with a shit eating smirk plastered on his face.

There he was. That frendly little shit who always found something to make you nervous about. "Aw stop it!" You hit his arm causing him to laugh softly as he kissed you again.

He placed his forehead on yours closing his eyes and holding your cheek with one hand.

"Actually there is a way..." you murmured breaking the silence "but i don't think it would be a good-" you got cut off as he speedily got up and leaned closer staring into your orbs. "Tell me about it my love". Blood rushed to your cheeks as youblushed heavily at the nickname.

"W-well i must get pregnant but it will stop just till-" He stood up at the speed of light "As soon as it's over we're gonna mate so many times that you not getting pregnant is not even an option."

Well guess who was gonna stop him.

Certainly not you.

A/N: here you have anon hope you liked it ;333

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bluebayousblog · 1 year

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RUMOR HAS IT (pt. 5)

(Drew Starkey one-shot)

This is not a full on story but if you want more l'll be happy to add on upon request

Plot: in which drew and isobel address a false rumor in the most abstract of ways

Setting: Isobel’s apartment after Drew’s party

Disclaimer: Isobel is an OC, 18+

TABLE OF CONTENTS:

PART ONE

PART TWO

PART THREE

PART FOUR

After two decades on this planet never did Isobel think a family friend would be the one to make her feel so understood and seen. She’d been coasting through life with blind emotion, never truly processing her feelings because to Isobel they were inferior compared to others who could lay it all out on the line.

Then there was Drew, someone who for so long she viewed as an dense asshole who so naturally read into her heavy silence and didn’t run at what he found. He made her feelings valid, made sure she understood that her feelings were normal not a burden. Isobel never wanted to be an inconvenience and when that was always on the forefront of her mind her lightest grievances felt like meaningless complaints.

Not only was Isobel quiet because it was her default but because it was what made her comfortable, and because of that she made herself feel invisible. Drew without effort was making her feel so seen it only made her want to hide from the light, to push him away because full transparency would unveil everything she tried to hide.

Though his intuitiveness was unnerving, she couldn’t ignore how nice it felt, and completely allowing herself to revel in the feeling of trusting a person on a somewhat emotional level—to shine in the light—was something she hadn’t done since her last relationship.

Drew’s unwavering gaze has her pinned to the back of the couch, she couldn’t decipher if that look was waiting for her to rebuttal, or silently daring her to argue with his revelations he’d come to. They both knew he was right, the arrogant smirk he couldn’t help but let twitch onto his lips was proof enough of his confidence. “What would be an appropriate reason to end this then, Drew?”

Isobel asking him this question would normally unsettle him but the innocent look in her eyes, the taunt in her tone, the way her arms lifted to wrap around his neck told him she was about to start fucking with him.

In the past, Drew never had to consider what would constitute and warrant breaking things off with a girl because he’d never been in a situation that involved the need. Now, for him Isobel wasn’t just a girl, she meant something to him, especially when everything she gave him was more than just a touch or a kiss.

He’d like to think he would be man enough to tell her if there was someone else, but right now he didn’t think wanting another woman was a possibility for him. She had him on a leash, sure it was leash that Isobel wasn’t utilizing to her full capability, but nevertheless it was there, waiting for her to take hold. He didn’t know if that would mean anything to the girl, hell she once had a man in her life that claimed he loved her all the while entertaining other women.

“When I stop letting you know your worth, Izzy, when you don’t feel that from me there will be no objections on my end.” Drew promises, his forehead falling against her as her nails gently scratching across the back of his neck, “I would never want to drag you along.”

Drew always was bracing himself when it came to Isobel, never knowing what was going to come out of her mouth or where those hands or lips would find themselves. She was a force no matter how reserved she was, what she gave him was always like a hit of the most potent drug—she could never disappoint.

“Doesn’t it suck that you can’t completely ensure that doesn’t happen?” she replied with a hum, her words were cynical but she didn’t pull away, if anything she leaned further into him.

“Isobel-“

“No, Drew,” she interrupted him before he could continue to build some unrealistic expectations and promises, Isobel had forcibly learned not to rely on hope after being severely cheated on. She learned not to expect a man to want only her because disappointment would only fill her in the end. “I don’t need grand declarations from you about the future, let’s just see how this plays out, yeah?”

She could tell he didn’t like what she’d just implied, that she’d basically said she didn’t trust him, and she only expected the worst out of them together. Her words were harsh, but she had no reason to completely trust Drew, and doing it for her own sake? That would only result in disaster.

“I can do that, but we’re still talking eventually.” He squeezed her left hip in his large hands, probably to show her he was serious, and Isobel was all for it as long as it wasn’t just about her.

She was the one who obviously had all the insecurities, but this thing between the two wasn’t just about her. Still, it felt like her inner turmoil would overbear the conversation, or prove to be rudimentary to what actually mattered. But she would try because he insisted, something she wasn’t used to.

“You sure are making a lot of demands tonight.” Isobel murmured, licking her lips, his blue eyes watching the movement. Never did she think she could thoroughly enjoy a man telling her what to do, but when Drew did it drove her wild. Part of her wanted her to obey while the other half wanted to make him just as insane.

It made Drew feel good to be able to look out for her—he wanted her to feel secure more than anything—that need came from depth him like it was his destiny. And when she submitted to that, to him taking care of her, it filled him with inexplicable emotions that drew him closer to her.

And when she praised him for having her best interest, teasing him about getting firm with her just as she was now, it made the man want to drop to his knees. He recognized that playful look on her face, the suggestive glint in her eyes was his weakness, her eyes in general would be his end. Years and years of lackluster family dinners and he’d never noticed how enticing one look from Isobel could be, it was was all consuming.

He couldn’t help but wonder if his blindness to all that was Isobel was because his body knew once he really did see her his world would shift.

“Someone’s gotta keep you in line, Izzy Bear.” Drew half joked.

Isobel’s eyes drunk in the slight upward tug on his lips, the darkness surrounding them not taking away from the edge, and when she drug them upwards to meet his, that was when Drew knew he needed to pull away. “Where are you going?” She frowned as he took a step back putting some distance between the two, their fingers brushing each other before they dropped to their sides. Drew immediately slid his into his pockets, needing a barrier to keep him from pulling her back in to wipe that look off her face.

“I don’t want to take advantage of you, Is.” He breathed as he leaned on the wall behind him, getting even further away from the girl.

“What do you mean?” Isobel questioned.

The girl was fully aware of what this was between them, and though she wasn’t usually the causal type, Isobel couldn’t help but want to be attached to him at any possible moment. But that strained look on his face had her sighing in retreat. “You had some drinks tonight, Is, and we both know one drop of alcohol gets you going.”

Drew couldn’t help but chuckle as the girl rolled her eyes at his little dig, he’d partied with her plenty of enough to know a cup of beer could put her past tipsy, and he’d been so busy drooling over her the whole night he hadn’t touched any drinks. She’d caught him off guard earlier in his bedroom, but he was serious about not disrespecting her and letting things get out of control on an unleveled playing field would be the exact opposite of that.

“You’re such a prince, Drew.” Isobel sighed sarcastically, throwing him an annoyed squint before turning and walking away towards her room, “I’m going to go get ready for bed.”

Drew just stood there in the silent darkness not knowing what to do with himself when she disappeared down the hall. When the boy heard the shower begin to run he sighed and sat on the couch, deciding he would wait for her to come back out before he left. Drew had never spent the night in the same building as Isobel unless it was family related, and he didn’t want to cross any boundaries that she wasn’t ready to take on.

They had less than a day left before they would be embarking on their drive back home for the holidays, and he still had some things that needed to be packed. He smiled to himself knowing Isobel was probably fully prepared to get in his car and hit the road at this very moment.

He fell into such deep thought he hadn’t noticed Isobel’s return, and when he looked up and saw her walking towards him he wished he walked out of that door when he still possessed any ounce of resolve. She was bare faced, skin dewy from whatever moisture she’d lathered on, and her body was covered in an oversized cotton tee that he prayed was hiding shorts beneath. She looked refreshed and comfortable and did nothing short of take his breath away.

“You could’ve come back and waited in my room.” Isobel smiled, shoving his shoulder and giggling when he actually fell into the back cushions of the sofa. She was doing her best not to fidget under his gaze, his eyes roaming over every inch of her.

Drew stiffly sat back up, running a hand through his short hair, telling Isobel something was obviously frustrating him, “I gotta go home and do some packing for tomorrow, Izzy.”

“Drew, no.” She dragged out, whining in protest and completely melting any tension present in his body. Isobel verbalizing her want for him was like a calming melody he couldn’t help but take in, “I want you stay with me tonight, I’ll keep my hands to myself, promise.”

She held out her left pinky finger, the only appropriate way to fully back up her words. He stared at her hand for a few seconds, contemplating her offer before finally curling his around her smaller one. Isobel couldn’t help but smile, immediately grabbing his hands and attempting to tug him off the couch.

“Come on we can put on a movie.” Isobel suggested as he followed down the hallway where her bedroom was.

She finally dropped his hand when they got to her bed, rounding the mattress to get to the other side and crawling under the covers. Drew’s mouth dried out at the sight, she looked adorable and he just wanted to grab her and hold her all night, “You’re cute as hell, Izzy.”

Isobel brought the comforter up past her nose, hiding the bottom half of her face as she watched him turn away, unbuttoning and pulling off his pants leaving him in black boxers and a shirt. The muscles in his back contracted and stretched as he leaned downed to pick them up before walking over to her desk and placing them on her chair.

He silently commanded her attention, getting on her bed from the foot of it and reaching to the light above them and turning it off unknowingly causing the hem of his shirt to reveal the skin leading into his boxers, “Drew, can you take the shirt off please?”

He cocked his head to the side, shaking it in disbelief at the girl hiding behind the covers, and if he didn’t how much of a clean freak she was he’d think Isobel was just trying to get him naked.

“Anything for the princess.” This had been a thing between their families for as long as he could remember, Isobel asking for something and everyone making sure the princess was satisfied.

Sure, she didn’t get everything she wanted, her parents didn’t want to raise a monster. But when it came to Drew, he’d always found it hard to say no to her, he simply was adverse to seeing that look of disappointment on her face even as a young boy.

Isobel released a breathe when he finally got under the comforter after discarding the shirt, she had the most beautiful chest staring back at her and couldn’t touch. She was hoping sleep found her quickly tonight or promises would be severely broken.

“Have you never spent the night in a girl’s bed?” Isobel asked.

Drew looked down at her trying to decide if she was being serious, but seeing her swallowed up by all her blankets and pillows was about the most unserious thing he’d ever seen, “Why do you ask that?”

“Cause you are about as stiff as a board right now.” She smiles, Isobel had never seen the guy so tense, and he was the most laidback person she’s ever met. Who knew getting him in her bed would be so awkward? Especially since the two had done far worse than share a bed for a night.

Drew knew he was being rigid, hell his body was so close to the opposite end of the mattress he could tumble to the ground at the gust of a wind—regardless of her obvious joking one would actually think he’d never been with a girl in his life. Clearly that was far from the truth, and it was just this girl in particular that had his every sense being triggered just by lying there beside him. He was way too aware of Isobel, the breathes she released causing her chest to rise in fall in an even pattern, the smell of that vanilla scent that was always gently gracing his nostrils and clouding his mind, and the fact that the body of the girl he could not get out of his head was just an arm’s reach away in all her glory. The mere thought of her soft skin being under the same comforter had every hair on him standing alert because as much as he wanted to pull her against his body he knew he probably shouldn’t touch her. Not when he couldn’t seem to control himself when it came to her, and not when Isobel always seemed to be on a mission to tease him out of his mind. She didn’t make him uncomfortable in any way, it was just the thought of ever making her feel that way that had him hesitant to relax.

“I always get nervous when I’m near a pretty girl.” He stated, partially explaining why he was being so taut before getting more comfortable in the bed, and when he saw the smile that spread on her soft lips he swore his body melted into it.

Isobel was used to Drew complimenting her looks, he even did it when they were younger, but that intense look of longing in his eyes was new. It lit her aflame, made her feel like no man had ever viewed her the way he did, like he had never looked at another girl in that way and it only solely belong to her.

“There’s no need to be nervous, I told you I would keep my hands to myself, Drew.” playfulness was clear in Isobel’s eyes but she remained on her side of the bed.

So much had changed since that day on the couch, including how much the two wanted each other. And with that it seemed as if Isobel who was hesitant with their relationship lacked the least amount of control physically. Sure, she could keep her emotions on lock as long as she kept them barreled in her mind, but her want for Drew? That was coursing through her veins and influencing every movement she made around him.

He made the girl so shy when they were around others that her cheeks felt like they were going to burn off just hours before at his party, but when it was just them alone she knew he wouldn’t judge her for wanting him.

“And I believe you, Izzy.” He chuckled making the girl roll her eyes as he folded his lean arms behind his head. He was so far, but still suffocated the space with his presence and the fact that he had her undeniable attention annoyed her.

“You know I’m as clear headed as ever after that shower, and there isn’t a doubt in my mind that I want you to be the only other guy to fuck me.” Isobel sighed, fingers tapping the fabric of the comforter between their adjacent bodies. That simple action was teasing for Drew, with weight of her words lingering between them, the sound of her her nails scratching along the material made it feel as if his blood was vibrating in his veins like it was getting ready to travel down his body, “You’re going to regret being all gentlemen like real soon, Drew.”

There wasn’t a trace of a threatening tone in her voice, and as much as he wished to hear it there wasn’t any trace of alcohol impairing her speech—it was just the same old Isobel’s.

“What do you mean?” He furrowed his eyebrows at her nonchalant voice, speaking as if she wasn’t lying down beside him and telling him she was ready to have him inside of her. He wasn’t going to go back on his word, but still her entertaining the thought of them fucking had goosebumps scattering his skin. He wasn’t going to be able to go to sleep with such things racing through his mind because when he shut his eyes he knew exactly what would brighten and form in that darkness behind his eyelids.

“I’ll tell you tomorrow when there isn’t a trace of alcohol in my system, okay?” She mocked, but it didn’t piss him off, it only caused that heat growing inside him to rise a tenfold.

And all he could do was lie back as she patted his bare chest with her dainty hand before she turned her back to him and eventually drifted to sleep. When he heard her tiny snores fill the room he forced himself into an a sleep laced with all that was Isobel.

•

Isobel had never felt so warm waking up, sure she’d woken up on occasion drenched in sweat from the heater or a bad dream, but this warmth was different. It was so many things at once, a woody, sage smell mixed with her favorite vanilla scent filled her nostrils, and then there was just the feeling of being held that caused that warmth to spread throughout her entire being pulling her to hold on tighter to what was surrounding her. It was just familiar. Making her want stay in that state of rest forever as her eyes remained sealed shut.

The girl was so aware while also being weighed down by the high of such a relaxing sleep. Her awareness kept her from drifting off again as that warmth continued to swirl throughout her partially conscious body. A content hum vibrated in her throat at the heavy feeling settling beneath her, and she locked her legs tightly around the warmth. And a much throatier sound threatened to escape her at the feeling of pressure pushing against her right between her legs.

“That feels nice.” She found herself whispering against the soft feeling of skin on her lips, the thought and sound of her small voice making her eyes snap open.

Her face was buried in Drew’s neck his scent gracing her nostrils as it was only thing in her airway. She made little movement to look up and see he was still asleep, quiet snores leaving him with his hand locked firmly around her waist. The two were plastered against each other despite being on opposite ends of the bed before falling asleep. Isobel sighed at the feeling of her breasts being pushed against his hard chest, that sound alone seemed to make imaginary floodgates burst open in more ways than one.

As soon as the sound escaped her, Drew mirrored it with a grating moan followed by his hips flexing up in between her legs he was nestled between. His hips had snapped into her so roughly she slid up the bed and the headboard softly knocked into the wall. That warmth returned shooting through her and pushing an unmistakable moan out of her mouth that cracked open against his neck at the feeling of his hardened dick dragging against her heat before he relaxed back on the bed still fast asleep.

Drew was obviously enjoying himself, the slight smile on his soft, pink lips completely telling of that. Isobel was far from uncomfortable under his movement and she planned to cuddle further into the man, that was until he began to slowly roll his hips back and forth against her pussy as if he were fucking her in the moment. The sensuous sight of his hips rolling into her so carefully and the feeling of his erection rubbing against her made it feel as if sweat misted out of her pores and coated her entire body with it.

Without a second thought she roughly broke out of his grasp, pushing him onto his back as she lowered herself down to his legs well away from his crotch. Isobel was smacking Drew’s chest when his eyes cracked open, though it was the feeling of his back falling against the mattress that interrupted his dreaming. He couldn’t recall what he was exactly dreaming of but he knew it felt good.

He looked up at Isobel hovering over him, her hair a black curtain around her pretty face as little pants drifted from her mouth. Her dark brown eyes darted all around his face as if she was looking to see if he was really there before breaking out into a fit of laughter on top of him causing his entire body to shake with her.

“What are you doing, Isobel?” He asked with confusion set deep into his features, never once had he woken up to a giggling girl sitting in his lap.

The girl laughed a little while longer before she was able to contain herself, staring at him until her eyes began to trail down his body, his following her gaze where they stopped on the tent in his boxers. For about a minute the two just sat in silence, eyes darting between his morning wood and back to each other’s eyes as Isobel sat there with an innocent smile on her face.

“Drew, you were humping me in your sleep.” Isobel told him in between more laughter and his face immediately heated in embarrassment.

“No.” He countered, dragging out the word like if he said it longer what she’d just told him wouldn’t actually be true, but the hard on in his pants wasn’t helping to plead his case.

“Yes, you definitely were,” Isobel was thoroughly enjoying tormenting him. She was genuinely having fun with him in the moment, not worried about what was going on outside of their little bubble they were in, “And don’t worry your little brain, you did not make me uncomfortable okay?”

Just as Drew could so easily read her, she was subconsciously picking up on his emotions little by little. She couldn’t decipher if it came so naturally because of how fast they’d been moving intimately or because she’d known Drew since he was in middle school. And right now worry was present in his blue eyes as they continued to scan her for any sign of discomfort.

Her smile made him relax as much as his racing thoughts would allow him to, he knew sleeping in a bed with her was a bad idea as soon as he slipped under the sheets. He knew he had enough restraint to not touch her when she’d been drinking last night, but the fact that he couldn’t seem to stay away from her when they were asleep unsettled him a little, “You promise I really didn’t make you uncomfortable, Isobel?”

“Pinky promise.” She insisted, offering her pinky up to him for the second time in the last twelve hours, and once again Drew entertained it and wrapped his finger around her’s.

As they looked into each others eyes it made the small gesture feel like they were promising so much more, it was like an unspoken bond was growing between them, and no terms needed to be discussed because their locked gazes expressed everything that wasn’t being said.

Drew didn’t immediately let Isobel’s finger go, he kept it latched onto his as he pulled her hand towards him before sealing the promise with a soft kiss to the back of her hand, still staring into her eyes. Her body fell into his at the feeling of his lips on her skin, she could feel him pressing against her stomach but ignored it as she spoke, “Were you dreaming about me, Drew?”

“Don’t ask me shit you already know the answer to.” His tone had some warning in it but his eyes were distracted.

Isobel only hummed in response, reveling inside at how worked up he was getting. “Fuck.” He muttered when the girl began to slide herself up his body, her breast grazing his torso until they were pressed against his chest. His big hands found their way onto her hips, holding her there like he thought she would disappear from his lap.

A squeak left her mouth from Drew flipping their bodies around, placing her onto her back and covering her lips with his own in a hungry kiss. He breathed harshly through his nose, air vacant in his lungs from just simply kissing Isobel, their hearts pounding against each other’s. When his tongue broke the seal of her lips he wasn’t shocked at how good she still tasted despite just being asleep because after all this was Isobel. It made him mold himself further into her body. He wanted to get as close as possible to find a single a flaw and even then he knew he would still cherish her because it would make her all the more real.

He was addicted to the way that they kissed each other. He’d never kissed a girl with so much greediness and passion, it was a perfect concoction of both and the taste made him ravenous for her. Isobel’s head pushed further into the pillow behind her, relaxing her mouth as she gave him more control over the kiss and wrapped her arms around his neck.

Reluctantly removing his lips from her, he dove back in for a few more kisses like he couldn’t get enough, deeply moaning into the last one as his nose nestled tightly into the side of hers before bringing his attention to her neck where he left the softest pecks. His wet lips puckered against her sensitive skin, traveling down to the expanse of her collar bones and chest that he stretched neckline of her shirt to reach. All Isobel could do was lie there and whimper in his ear as he took what he could access with his greedy lips. The feeling of his tongue flicking her own and his large hands rubbing up and down her thighs had her close to delirium.

“We have to stop, Iz, I need to go pack.” Drew begrudgingly mumbled into her neck not heeding his own words as his mouth remained attached to her skin. Isobel groaned in resistance as she tightened her arms and wrapped her legs around his waist, knocking the breathe out of him when she grazed his dick. But as good as she felt pressed against his throbbing member, it was the perfect reality check because if he didn’t stop now he didn’t know where things would lead, “Isobel, come on we have a long drive ahead of us.”

When Drew used her full name she knew he was being serious, and as sadistic as it may be she usually liked to mess with him to see what reaction she would get out of him. If he would snap on her because she liked to see him worked up, not knowing if he would completely ravage her or unleash some type of foreign anger. Drew had always been so gentle with her, always doing what she asked, and she was curious to see a side of him he’d always kept away from her.

But now she knew it was in their best interest if she actually listened or it would mess up more than just their impending car ride together, “Fine.” She huffed dramatically. Isobel had been in deep thought about how they were going to be able to face their family with everything going on between them, and there was only one plausible thing to do that she planned to eventually tell Drew before they got home.

She immediately pulled the comforter back over her body when he got off her and walked over to grab his pants. The evident bulge in his fitted, black boxers claimed her full attention, her mouth practically salivating when he stuck his veiny hand down his pants to readjust himself to fit his zipper over it.

And when he looked over at her, catching her blatant stare and his eyes mirrored that same look of desire she knew they both weren’t going to survive this trip back home.

TABLE OF CONTENTS:

PART ONE

PART TWO

PART THREE

PART FOUR

PART FIVE

PART 6

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yanderecrazysie · 10 months

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Let It Hurt Part 2 (Yandere Bakugou)

This was a Quotev request! I honestly wasn’t entirely sure how to continue this, but I did my best!

Title: Let It Hurt (Part 2)

Pairings: Bakugou Katsuki x Reader

WARNINGS: Yandere themes, swearing, abuse of power

Summary: Your boss’s requests begin to disturb you.

Part 1: here

“So let it hurt, let it bleed

Let it take you right down to your knees

Let it burn to the worst degree

May not be what you want, but it's what you need

Sometimes the only way around it

Is to let love do it's work.”

-from “Let It Hurt” by Rascal Flatts

Your boss’s requests go far beyond what’s normal.

Your job as personal assistant started out normally, it really did. Just filing paperwork for the boss and organizing his schedule. Nothing special.

Then it wasn’t normal.

“You’ve got a new uniform.”

Mr. Bakugou wasn’t asking when he handed over the uniform and you’re confused from the get-go. No one else in the office wore a uniform- there was a dress code, sure, but not a uniform.

You expected a polo shirt with the company’s logo on it, but that wasn’t the case at all. Inside the packaging he’d handed you was a fairly low-cut button-up shirt with thin material that you could almost see through and a tight skirt that was just barely long enough to be appropriate.

You confronted him immediately, but he convinced you that it was nothing personal. “This is what every personal assistant wears” and “If you quit over something like this, I’ll make sure to tell every company you apply to just how petty you are.”

He had connections- there was no way you could fight this anymore. It was appropriate, and that was enough, wasn’t it? Mr. Bakugou sure seemed to think so, with the way his eyes trailed over your form every time you walked by his desk.

The next request was to move your desk right next to his. You’d been in the corner and you had been happy there, but no longer would you have any privacy. But this wasn’t something you could refuse- you were his personal assistant after all.

It just felt creepy to be watched so often.

Mr. Bakugou started requesting that you ate at your desk. If you wanted something from the break room, he’d get it for you. He was the only other person in the office that ate at his desk. You missed talking with your coworkers and not looking down at your sandwich in silence, being scrutinized by your intimidating boss.

Then, he started asking you to tie his tie every morning. Apparently he’d been wearing clip-ons and why he decided to change to normal ones now was a mystery to you. Maybe it was because he seemed to get a kick out of how your trembling hands did their best not to brush against his clothed chest.

He had the smuggest smile you’d ever seen when he asked you to button up his shirt one morning. That’s where you drew a line and he immediately had his hands up in defense, claiming that he’d just been joking and telling you to lighten up. You wanted to believe that, but then why did he leave his shirt unbuttoned in the first place?

Today, you felt as though an even worse request was lingering, unasked, in the air. You couldn’t explain it, but you could tell your boss was mulling over how to ask you the question he wanted to.

It was late. Much later than the time you were supposed to leave, but that was nothing new. He seemed to like keeping you overtime, but you couldn’t put your finger on the reason why. Was it a powertrip, perhaps?

With shaky hands, you continued filing his paperwork, doing your best not to make any mistakes under his sharp eye. He made a noise of dissent suddenly, making you jump in your seat and pivot to face him immediately.

“You’ve been avoiding me lately,” he scoffed. Your back straightened in your chair in confusion and slight fear at his pissed tone.

“How can I avoid you? I never leave the office.” It was true- except to go home, you never left the office once during work hours and beyond.

“That’s not what I mean,” Mr. Bakugou’s voice raised, angrier at your response than you expected. Your lip quivered a little as you shrank into yourself, trying to make yourself as small as possible. “You’re avoiding my gaze, you’re not talking, you’re just… ugh.”

You were confused. The two of you never talked and you’d always avoided his gaze, even before this personal assistant promotion. Had you been somehow doing that more often these days, perhaps to avoid getting asked to do something terrible?

“Sorry,” you couldn’t help the meek apology from slipping from your lips automatically, “I must have been a little overwhelmed. I’ll… I’ll work harder not to…”

“Come here.” Mr. Bakugou demanded sternly.

Gulping down your trepidation, you shakily walked in front of his desk, where he’d asked you to stand. He beckoned you even closer with a finger and you stepped closer until your knees were pressing against the mahogany.

“Lean over, idiot.” Ah, the insults. You hadn’t heard those in a while.

You hesitantly did so and a smirk spread across his face.

“Kiss me.”

“Wh-what?!” You were sure you’d misheard somehow, taking a shaky step backwards to physically distance yourself in case he decided to fulfill the request on his own.

“Hmph, I thought maybe you’d comply. Maybe you grew a spine after that shirt button incident,” Mr. Bakugou didn’t seem too upset, more like he was bored of your answer.

“Yes, well, both requests are extremely inappropriate. I-I’ll be leaving now. And I’ll be speaking to HR in the morning!” You suddenly felt braver, now that he didn’t seem angry at you. Sure, you didn’t have any proof, but maybe they’d take you seriously. If not, you’d quit and find a job not in this damned field!

Mr. Bakugou rested his fist on his fist, a slight smile on his face. A genuine one, not a smirk or smug grin like you were used to, “Go ahead, babe.”

Babe?! You stood up and stormed out of the office, not bothering to clock out. He could do that for you, that asshole. You were done with all of his shit requests and treatment.

Too bad you’d never get a chance to take it all up with HR in the morning.

Not when Mr. Bakugou had a backup plan.

#yandere #yandere one shot #yandere x reader #one shot #yandere my hero academia #my hero academia #yandere bakugou #bakugou katsuki

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zedecksiew · 9 months

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Three Clerks

Last week I tweaked my back. It hurt. A lot. As I recovered, I found that sketching with pen and pencil was less strenuous than writing on keyboard. So that's what I did.

Sketched characters from an adventure I am currently writing for Colin Le Sueur's We Deal In Lead. It began as a homage to Wisit Sasanatieng's tomyamgong western Fa Thalai Chon / Tears Of The Black Tiger.

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SHIN SUL SHAP, SHRINE CLERK 4 Grit 10 STR 10 DEX 10 HRT Switch (d4)

Face hidden by a broad-brimmed bonnet and veil. Patrols the lines of pilgrims; like a schoolmarm she thwacks anybody chit-chatting. Piety should be silent!

A waif snatches a lead token from her pouch, and bolts. A chase ensues. He begs your help. If Sul Shap finds him, she will sell him to captive takers.

Sul Shap is a clerk at the Shrine To The Headless Sun: a bare plaza; a marble pavilion; a golden man, with an ever-burning flame where his head should be.

The Headless Sun is patron saint of the Admiralty, whose laws now govern both Ocean and Sea. He was its founder. The kings of old captured and beheaded him. He overthrew them anyway.

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References for Sul Shap were basically Buddhist nun robes (mainly for the volume of fabric), plus an European bonnet.

Initially I'd imagined a conventional broad-brim hat---ie: her veil would be a cylinder around her whole head. But as I sketched I thought the bonnet made a more interesting shape? Also its rear was an opportunity to create a crest / halo of sun-rays. Religious iconography!

Alms bowl, because giving is a virtue. But the Headless Sun values ego-death, not asceticism---so colourful beads and gold amulets and pouches full of lead tokens (money).

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RIS SHAY NAM, RECORDS CLERK 2 Grit 10 STR 10 DEX 10 HRT Swung typewriter (d4)

In a wheelbarrow, pulled by a servitor, typewriter balanced on her belly, pockets filled with banana fritters. Greasy fingerprints on any document she works on.

Shay Nam thinks herself a moral soul. Will side with abolitionists and revolutionaries, with justice—until her own skin is at risk.

Shay Nam works at the Hibiscus Court. Princess Khur San, distancing herself from the old order, surrendered this palace to bureaucrats.

Clerks have filled its once-airy halls with shelves. By sympathetic sorcery, all contracts in the province manifest copies here. Rumour has it that this magic works both ways.

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This was my first sketch. In pain and bored I just started drawing.

No references, and it shows? Skirt and stockings and boots because these were the easiest for me to do. In my mind Shay Nam was an archetypal overweight NEET. Here she looks to be a sassy layabout. I like her better, now!

Also: a servitor is an empty body. Created when you ritually touch a shrine-stone to the Headless Sun---your soul is obliterated. What is left behind is mindless, hence the harness and reins.

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KHAN YUL MIN, COURT CLERK 4 Grit 1 DEF 10 STR 10 DEX 10 HRT Sabre (d8)

A university grad and former marine. But his townhouse sits below Rose Hill, on Merchant’s Row, beneath the old families' notice.

Yul Min means to change this. He has his eye on the Widow Gon. He will hire ruffians to waylay her palanquin—then swoop in, to rescue her. Elaborate theatre.

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Yul Min, like all these characters, live on the Sea of Sorrows, whose waters are literally the souls of the dead.

Roses always bleach within sight of it; to retain their colour they must be shipped in glass, then kept in arboreta—never once sharing air with the Sea.

Those who can afford red-rose gardens tend them on the south end of the city, where streets begin to climb Mount Go, in compounds walled like fortresses.

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Drew Yul Min last night. Had tabs open for "Thai traditional clothing" & "military uniforms 18th century" & "krabi" & "Vajiralongkorn".

Given my inspiration, I think the referencing of Mainland Southeast Asian material culture is appropriate. Maybe a little to obvious, though? Ie: the visual forms haven't been composted well, into new and more imaginative shapes ...

Still: very pleased with the proportions and details.

I liked how the hamsa-esque icon of the Headless Sun developed over the course of these sketches. I would not have discovered it, otherwise; it's one of those details, too small for words.

Drawing is an intrinsic part of the writing process, I guess!

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#writing #art #illustration #sea of sorrows #ttrpgs #characters #clerks #process notes #we deal in lead #fantasies #adventures #settings

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hajihiko · 2 years

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I love the way you drew that izuru doodle! I always thought Izuru in the anime looked too... not like he was a science experiment, but your Izuru just looks so much more realistic and it's heartbreaking but Izuru's existence is heartbreaking so. Well done you've outdone the danganronpa creators again

Question: What are your thoughts on Izuru? Like just him as a character? Do you have any headcanons about him? You might've been asked this before if so apologies ;-;

Thank you! Ive only seen that one sprite of him but it looked so....person with a wig, not very menacing

Anyway

I don't rly know anything about him, BUT i thought a lot about the deets of the whole talent thing, even talked to my rly smart friend about it

So like. We know he's constantly bored because he's so insanely capable and smart that nothing is any kind of challenge and therefore illicits no reaction. Also it's very possible that his brain just got messed with way too hard and it ruined the emotions part, one way or another (like hyper-dysthemic depression, idk if that's the word they still use but let's say I'm familiar with it).

I figure that, since nothing is a challenge, he doesn't even need to focus his talents, meaning it's either constantly running like a million computer programmes, or he just falls into the appropriate talent without needing to think about it- instinct basically, or rather, forcefully carved brain-paths.

Now bear with me I'm not a native english speaker. So when you do something often, and it works for you somehow, it opens a pathway in your brain to make it easier to access this action or thought, like sheep walking the path path over and over until it's a little grooved road. This is something people with talents of action (fighter, runner, programmer etc) definitely made in themselves, but it got artificially pressed into Izuru. So, he has these deep brain grooves that he effortlessly falls into when appropriate, because it's what all his brains are used to doing. It's extra effortless because he doesn't really care what it is, how it works, as long as it just does. His reactions might therefore be, creepily accurate in every situation, or completely inappropriate. Someone hugs him and he gives a great hug back because that's just what his body does, even if there's no emotion in it, because he's an Ultimate Babysitter or something. Or, someone hugs him and he breaks their arms, because his Ultimate Assassin talent kicked in and he just didn't care / try / have time to get out of that brain groove. And like, why would he? It worked then, it works now.

This is also, I want to interpret, somewhat why hes so GOSH darn bored. He got so good at protecting himself from all the pain and confusion that he just cut it all off entirely; VERY common trauma response. Some of it is definitely also the surgeries and the absolutely cacophony in his brain and his hyper-understanding- that's what keeps it up- but what started it might've just been a plain and simple coping mechanism. Also feels like that's why Hajime can come back fully; a) he decided to and he's a very wilful guy and his power is being human and I love him so he just did it, b) he was able to get out of that deep deep groove, feel his entire spectrum of emotions again and activate those pathways, and is once again able to kind of access them. It'll take time and effort to get to where he was, but it's happening! There's... dare I say.... hope?

Sidenote this is all based on / inspired by my experiences with depression (as a symptom or the whole thing idk) of the active-but-emotionally-dead variant, not nearly as serious as brain surgery fuckups but nonetheless sth I can connect. Just now realized I might be more invested in this than I thought.

This one is moreso Haji-zuru, but I imagine that he'd be both very easily bored and would often just peace out in his head bc nothing is fun (should not be left alone for too long bc he'll get too deep into his blank stasis), while ALSO chasing any real emotion ferociously, just like, honing in on anything that catches his feels. Which can be nice! Feelings are somehow novel and familiar to him. But also not nice because sometimes, the feeling is a bad one. Just because it makes you feel something doesn't mean that it's good for you and others.

Also the reflexes and such. Might be a hard habit to break.

Sidenote I generally err on the nurture side of philosophy and do not understand the talent thing. Everyone is memories, memories and thoughts are basically ALL we are, how can Izuru have the active parts of the memories only and nothing else. How can he be The Ultimate Babysitter without actually taking any of that in?? He can do the actions but not access anything that shapes them and that's honestly an interesting concept. Boggles the mind. No wonder he's fucked up he's fucking me up.

#Talky talky #This turned out long! Oops!#Izuru #Sorry I got personal there for a bit but honestly it's no thing to me so shrug #Not an art

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mandiemon3 · 3 months

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The Best Revenge is Living Well- Chapter 8

“Hey,” Mo greeted. “You ready for our lesson?” Izzy turned to look at them from where he stood leaning on the railing of the ship.

“You’re a bit behind schedule. You usually beat me up here.” Izzy didn’t sound upset, just a bit curious.

“Yeah, sorry about that. I wanted to keep an eye on Lucius, make sure he wasn’t acting all weird around the crew.” His expression grew worried. “And?”

Mo took Izzy’s hand, smiling up at him. “And everything’s alright, love. No one commented on anything, and he showed no signs of cracking. He’s doing really well so far. So,” they changed the subject, “what are we working on tonight?”

Izzy cleared his throat, releasing Mo’s hand. “Well, since you’ve recovered from our last fight, I thought we might see how you can handle a sword.” He nodded to a sword he had leaned against a crate behind him.

Mo raised an eyebrow, smiling. “Really? I’m finally getting clearance to fight again?” Izzy nodded, giving a small smile. “Yes!” Mo exclaimed to the night sky, tossing their head back. Izzy laughed, brushing a strand of hair out of their face.

Mo’s smile dropped, remembering something. “What about your hand?” they asked. “It’s still pretty bruised from the whole biting incident.”

Izzy shrugged. “I’ve fought with worse,” he said nonchalantly.

Mo frowned. “I’m sure you have, but that doesn’t mean you should push yourself.”

Izzy smirked. “Think of it this way,” he said, “it’ll level the playing field.” Mo scoffed, making Izzy’s smirk turn into a grin.

“Oh really? That’s how you want to do this?” He nodded smugly. “Okay then, let’s do it. Are we fighting to disarm, or are we allowed minor injuries? You do say that you don’t learn from restraint,” Mo pointed out.

“That’s true,” Izzy said with a small smile, “but I think we both know it’s in your best interest if I show some restraint. Would you be alright with light injuries, just minor scratches and cuts?”

Mo nodded. “Yeah, that sounds fair. Please be careful not to stab me though. That would really put a damper on our relationship.” Izzy chuckled, shaking his head. “You have my word, darling.”

“Alright then, let’s get on with it.” Mo picked up the sword Izzy had brought out of storage for them, giving their partner a mischievous grin.

The pair positioned themselves in the middle of the deck, Izzy rolling up the sleeves of his shirt while Mo messily tugged up their own sleeves.

Once the two were prepared, Izzy drew his sword, giving his partner a moment to take their fighting stance before lunging at them. Mo swiped his sword to the left before counterstriking with a slash aimed at his right shoulder. Izzy stepped back, skillfully dodging. Back and forth they went, attacking and blocking, lunging and evading. Mo was hesitant to attack, not positive that they could hold back the appropriate amount, so they didn’t truly hurt Izzy if their blows landed.

Izzy swung at them, slicing the outer edge of their left bicep. It was a minor cut, not deep enough to warrant stitches, but it dragged Mo out of their thoughts. They stepped forwards quickly, forcing Izzy back as they attacked, still not putting their full strength into their swings, but making sure to stay quick and nimble. Izzy lunged forward, making to stab the outside of Mo’s left leg, but found his blade redirected with a swish, both fighters’ swords held above their heads. Mo took the opportunity to knee Izzy, making him falter as he stumbled backwards. They swung at his right arm, grazing his it as he dodged.

Mo could feel themselves tiring, losing momentum at their high intensity fighting. Their moves began to slow down, losing some of their precision. Izzy picked up on the change, using it to his advantage as he threw attack after attack their way, forcing them backwards until they tripped. Izzy swung his sword, moving to stab towards Mo’s throat, planning to force them to yield, but he was caught off guard as Mo kicked his leg out from under him, making him join them on the deck. Mo scrambled towards him, knocking his sword away and climbing on top of him, tucking their blade under his chin.

Izzy laughed, a full, boisterous laugh. His face was red and wet with sweat, his hair disheveled. His eyes gleamed with a wild light as he gazed up at Mo.

“Does that mean you yield?” they asked, smirking despite their panting breaths.

Izzy laughed again. “Yeah, I guess it does,” he got out, wheezing slightly as he fought for breath.

Mo stilled for a moment before removing their sword from under his chin, noting that he seemed to really like its presence there. They set it to the side before leaning down, brushing hair out of Izzy’s face and kissing him. He kissed back fiercely, sitting up to hold them on his lap, arms wrapped firmly around them, holding them in place. Mo knotted a hand in his hair, enjoying the small sound he made at the contact.

Realizing what they were doing, Mo pulled back, using Izzy’s hair as leverage to keep him from following them as they broke the kiss. Both red in the face, they panted as they struggled to catch their breath, leaning against each other. Once their heart rate had begun to slow down, Mo moved off of Izzy’s lap, settling down to sit next to him instead, greatly enjoying the red that still stained his face, knowing that their own was probably just as dark.

“Sorry, love,” Mo said. “Think you would agree that this isn’t the place for that though.” They smirked as a new wave of red washed over Izzy’s face and he looked down, unable to meet their gaze. They took his hand, clasping it with both of their own before raising it to kiss his knuckles.

Mo felt laughter bubbling up, their victory over the famed swordsman beginning to sink in. Izzy glanced at them, confusion written across his face. “I beat you,” they explained breathlessly. They laid down with a groan, releasing his hand to run their fingers through their hair, brushing it out of their eyes. “Black Pete’s going to shit his pants when I tell him. Ah, who am I kidding, no one would ever believe me. Maybe Frenchie, but no one else.” Izzy frowned. “I think they’d believe you. To be fair though, I was holding back. Didn’t want to break my promise and do you any real harm.” Mo reached out to hold his hand, feeling around on the deck until they found it. “I know, love,” they said. “If we met on opposing ships, I’m sure I’d be dead. Still though, this is a big deal, even if you do have an injured hand and an unwillingness to kill me. Do you think anyone else from my crew could have done that?”

Izzy snorted. “No way in hell. This lot wouldn’t know which end to hold a sword by.”

Mo ignored his quip about their crew, knowing it was closer to fact than fiction. They sighed. “It’s been ages since I’ve fought with a sword. I missed it, a bit.”

“You going to tell me how you know how to fight like that?” “You going to ask?” Mo retorted.

Izzy rolled his eyes, tilting his head to the side to look at them.

Mo paused, trying to decide how much to reveal. “I used to practice with my sibling,” they started to explain, sitting back up. “We would practice with sticks when we were little, but he always took it very seriously, insisting that if we were going to do it, we were going to do it right.” They snorted. “He was always really bad at it. He’s a lot bigger than me, very strong, but can’t maneuver for shit. He would always just yell ‘sweep the leg’ and lunge at me, but I don’t think he ever actually hit my leg, not even once. He could only ever beat me by clipping my finger or something so I couldn’t use my dominant hand. Never was able to get me in the abdomen for a kill shot.” Mo paused. “When we got older and he started getting in trouble around town, he stole us two swords off some people who docked nearby. He wanted us to be prepared in case anything bad happened.” “Because of the people around your town?” Izzy asked gently, rubbing their back, frowning at how tense the muscles were.

Mo nodded hesitantly. “Yeah. In part. We have a brother, too.” They grimaced, playing with their hands. “Not a good person. He, uh, he’s the main reason why I react to things the way I do. So, y’know, you can blame me biting you on him.” They have a halfhearted chuckle. “Anyway, we, uh, had to be ready for the worst. So, we practiced with our swords. I was never great, but I’d say I did better than Mal. We also did manual fighting, and archery.” They grinned, looking over at Izzy. “I’m actually really good at archery, not that you’re ever likely to see me shoot a bow out here.” Their grin faded, slowly being replaced by a frown. “I wanted to start practicing knife work when I had to leave. I had just gotten a set of knives that day, but there was no time. I, uh, haven’t seen my sibling since I left.” They wiped at their eyes, not realizing that they had started crying until they felt water hit their lap. Their voice began to shake, their hands balling into tight fights as they fought to keep it level. “I hope he’s doing alright out there, wherever he is. He’s strong, and kind, but he was always the type to get into stupid fights with everyone he met. Never had any common sense.”

Mo laughed sadly, wiping at their eyes. “Now I’m rambling. Gods, this is why I don’t talk about these things. Once I start, it all just bubbles up again.” They held their face in their hands, trying to hold back the sobs that threatened to tear through their body, not wanting anyone to see them cry, not even Izzy.

Mo jolted when they felt hands on their sides, looking up to see Izzy pulling them closer, maneuvering them to sit between his legs and lean against his chest. They whimpered as he held them, rubbing their back and shushing them, whispering reassurances. They clung to his shirt, as if they were afraid something would rip them apart.

“If your sibling is anything like you,” Izzy said gently, “I’m sure he’s doing just fine. Is there any chance he joined a ship when things went south, or went somewhere else to hide?” Mo sniffled. “I guess. We both always talked about going to the sea as a backup plan, if things got too bad, but it was always hard to tell when he was being serious. He always fancied the idea of being a pirate.” Mo pulled away slightly, just enough to look up at Izzy. They smiled, despite the salty trail of tears running down their face. “He would love you.” Izzy smiled, his eyes soft. “A real pirate, the first mate of Blackbeard no less. That alone would blow his mind, but I think he’d like you for you, too. Might take him some time, but he’d get there.” “I’ll be content with just you liking me, for now.” Mo kissed his cheek before settling back down against his chest, trailing their fingers along his throat absentmindedly.

“When shit hit the fan, jumping a ship was the only thing I could think of,” Mo continued. “I panicked and just headed for the docks. It took a while to find a ship that would take me, even had to stow away a few times before I found Stede. I didn’t have time to find Mal, to make sure he was okay. I just had to get out of there alive, that was all I could manage. But we always did think alike, even if I am a bit better at it. Who knows, maybe he’s drifting along somewhere with his own crew.” Mo smiled faintly. “Maybe he has his own partner now. Someone to take care of and take care of him. Someone to love.” They wrapped their arms around Izzy, smiling as they felt his heart rate speed up through his leathers. “That’s the way I want to imagine him. Out on the sea, free, with friends who will protect him and pick him up when he’s down. Maybe we’ll cross paths with him someday.” Mo sighed. “I wonder if he’s looked for me,” they whispered.

Izzy tilted their face up to look at him, giving them a soft kiss as he cradled their head in his hand. When they pulled apart, he rested their foreheads together. “He’d be crazy not to,” he said. His voice was low and soft, his eyes brimming with emotion. Mo pulled him back down for another kiss, tangling their hand in his thick hair. They poured all of their affection into the kiss, wanting him to feel how much he meant to them, how much they appreciated him. They pulled back after a few moments, smiling when they saw Izzy’s slightly flustered expression.

“C’mon,” Mo whispered. “We shouldn’t be doing this out here either, where anyone could find us.” They laughed, resting their forehead against Izzy’s shoulder. “I think even the Swede could figure out that this isn’t how you normally act with the crew.” Mo pressed a kiss to the swallow tattoo on Izzy’s neck before clambering to their feet. Once steadied, they offered a hand to Izzy, pulling him up with a heave to stand beside them.

Mo sighed, rubbing away the last of their tears with a sniffle before running a hand through their hair. “I guess I should probably head for bed,” they said, the crack in their voice betraying their reluctance to say goodnight.

Izzy opened his mouth to say something before seeming to think better of it. He tried again, managing to get out a few words. “Would you like to spend the night in my cabin again?” He blushed furiously. “It…wouldn’t be very polite of me, to send you to bed upset.” Mo smiled. “I’m sure you’re asking for that reason alone, and not at all because you enjoyed my company last night.” They reached out to cup Izzy’s face, rubbing their fingers along his jaw, enjoying feeling the heat from his blush and his scruff. “Do you want me to spend the night with you again?” they asked gently. “I’d love to, but only if you want me to, not because you feel you need to.”

Izzy turned a brighter shade of red. “I-I would like you to,” he stammered out.

Mo gave him a brief but passionate kiss before taking his hand. “Come on then, let’s go.” They grinned at his stunned expression, gently leading him towards the door leading below deck.

The two walked down the winding hallways, still holding hands. Halfway to his cabin, Izzy stopped, cupping Mo’s face and leaning down to whisper in their ear, his hot breath tickling them.

“I need to go get Buttons for night watch. How about you get dressed for bed? I’ll meet you at my cabin.”

Mo nodded. “Yes, sir,” they replied quietly. “Don’t be too long.” Izzy smiled, cradling the back of their head and pressing a kiss to their forehead.

“Wouldn’t dream of it.”

The two parted, reluctantly letting go of each other to head their separate ways. Mo walked quickly to the room the crew shared, slowly cracking open the door and sliding in, not wanting to let in excess light. Most of the crew had already fallen asleep, with a few still shifting slightly as they dozed off.

Mo crept across the room to their spot next to Frenchie to pick up their sleep clothes from where they had left them folded on top of their blankets. They rolled their eyes, unable to stop a small smile, when they saw Roach had flopped over onto their spot, his mouth open as he snored softly. They squinted, trying to see if he was laying on top of their clothes, dreading the idea of having to shift the cook. Right when they were ready to give up hope and attempt to roll over their friend, they saw that Frenchie was clutching their sleep clothes to his chest like a teddy bear, sleeping peacefully.

Mo crouched down, brushing a curly strand of hair out of Frenchie’s face. His nose twitched as he gave a light snore. Mo felt a pang, part of them wishing they could stay with Frenchie. As much as they were excited to spend the night with Izzy, it felt odd going two nights in a row without cuddling up to their best friend. They hoped he didn’t feel their absence the way they did. They didn’t want him to feel displaced from their life.

Mo sighed. They kissed their fingers, pressing it to Frenchie’s temple, before slowly moving to retrieve their sleep clothes. Thankfully, Frenchie had a loose grasp on the pants, but Mo quickly found they would have to uncross his arms to be able to take back their shirt. They decided to leave the shirt, not wanting to disturb Frenchie’s sleep or leave him with nothing of theirs in case he woke up during the night. Mo brushed their thumb along his eyebrow, finding comfort in his peaceful sleeping face, before slowly raising up to their feet. They carefully made their way back across the room and snuck out into the hallway, their sleep pants folded into a bundle tucked under their arm.

Mo walked back to Izzy’s cabin, trying their best to be quiet and quick. They knocked when they reached the door, not wanting to burst in and startle Izzy if he had beat them there. When there was no response they opened the door, stepping inside quickly before closing the door behind them. They moved to Izzy’s desk to find the materials to light his lantern. Finding what they needed, they quickly lit the wick, taking a moment to let their eyes adjust to the new light source.

Once they could see properly, Mo began to get undressed. They started with their accessories, taking off their belt that held the sheath to their dagger, setting it on one of Izzy’s chairs, along with their dark green vest, which they folded neatly. They were sitting on the bed, unlacing their boots, when Izzy opened the door. He came in quickly, closing the door behind him.

“Sorry,” he said, once he was inside. “I should have knocked. I didn’t realize that you could be changing.”

Mo smiled. “No worries, love.” They slipped off their boots, tucking them under the chair holding their weapons, before crossing the room to Izzy. They wrapped their arms around his neck and pulled him down for a kiss, smiling against his lips as he wrapped his arms around their waist. He chuckled when they broke apart.

“What was that for?” he asked, grinning.

Mo shrugged. “For being you.” They began to release him, letting their hands slide off his neck and down to his chest. Izzy grabbed one of their hands, pressing a kiss to the back of it before letting it go.

Mo took a few steps back and returned to their task of undressing, beginning to undo the laces of their pants.

“W-what are you doing?” Izzy stammered, blushing furiously and averting his eyes, bringing his hand up to shade his eyes for good measure.

Mo laughed, pausing their work. “I’m just getting changed into my sleep pants, Iz. Nothing more.” Izzy didn’t move his hand, still not looking. “Babe, you don’t have to do that, you know.” Mo walked over to him, slowly pulling down his hand to give him a kiss on the cheek. “I’m not getting naked or anything, just changing my pants. It’s not a big deal. If you’re uncomfortable, just let me know, and I can go change somewhere else.”

Izzy frowned, shaking his head. “No,” he finally said. “That’s not necessary. Do whatever you need to.” “Are you sure you’re okay?” Mo asked gently. “It’s really not a big deal if you’re not.”

“No, no, I’m alright.” Izzy gave a small smile, face still pink. “Go on, I’ll get undressed too.”

Mo smiled softly as Izzy removed the belt slung across his chest, setting it on the desk like he had the night before. They began working on the drawstrings of their pants again, thinking about how nice it was to be so casual with Izzy, both of them getting ready for bed together. It felt domestic, like something they could get used to one day.

Mo began to slip off their trousers, smirking slightly when Izzy casually glanced over. They could tell that he was being careful not to look too long, not wanting to be caught staring. They grabbed their sleep pants and stepped into them, pulling them up and tying them securely. They picked up their discarded pants, taking a small drawstring bag out of one of the pockets before folding the pants and setting them with the rest of their clothes. Finally, they slipped off their rings, pressing a kiss to their most important one, before putting them in the drawstring bag and tightening it, setting it on the table.

Having finished getting ready for bed, Mo turned their attention to Izzy. He’d removed his vest and the ties at the elbows of his shirt, along with his singular glove and the belt that held his sword, but the rest of his outfit remained. Mo loosened his tie, giving him a kiss as they did. They lifted the tie over his head, setting it down on his desk, before starting to work on the buttons of his shirt.

“This is nice,” Izzy said, letting them take over the task.

Mo smiled, not looking up. “What is?” Izzy rubbed his hands up their back.

“This. Us.”

Mo smile widened. “Can’t say I disagree.” They undid the last button of his shirt, snaking their arms into it to wrap around his back and pressing a kiss to his exposed shoulder. They nuzzled their face into his neck, enjoying the skin to skin contact and the way Izzy let out a little sigh.

“I wish we could be like this every night,” Mo whispered. Izzy hummed, rubbing their back. “Even if I was invited back though, the crew would definitely realize that something’s going on if I were gone for a third night in a row. Even Pete might be able to start piecing things together, and he’s not the best when it comes to reading people.” They sighed, pulling Izzy closer. “It’s probably best for this to be our last night together, at least for a while.”

Izzy grunted, moving a hand to stroke Mo’s hair. “I’d be lying if I said I won’t miss you, but I agree that we shouldn’t push our luck.”

Mo turned their head to look up at him, propping their chin on his chest, enjoying the feeling of Izzy’s fingers in their hair. “Should we go to bed then?” they asked. “There shouldn’t be any more unexpected visits from my friends,” they added with a soft laugh.

Izzy scoffed lightly before a smile took over his face. “I should hope not. Your lot are very involved.”

“You say that like it’s a bad thing.” “It is when they come knocking in the middle of the night, disturbing us.” Mo bit back a smile. “To be fair to Frenchie, he thought I was holed away somewhere, hiding from the big bad First Mate Hands.” They toyed with the button at the collar of the shirt he still wore. “He had no way to know we’d made up.” Izzy frowned. “Did he really think I would hurt you?” Mo didn’t know how to answer. “Not physically, probably, not for me, but he definitely thought you could hurt me emotionally.” Izzy’s frown deepened. “You do have a bit of a reputation for being overly hard on the crew,” they continued, choosing their words carefully. “I get that they’re not up to your standards, or most people’s standards, and you think being hard on them will force them to behave, to follow your orders.” Mo sighed. “They’re just not like that though, love. You’re just alienating yourself more, giving them less and less trust in you.” Izzy stiffened slightly, and Mo wondered if they had pushed too far.

“What I mean is, you just haven’t given them a chance to see your good side,” they continued, wanting to end on a good note. “They’d like you if you gave them a chance.”

“I doubt that will happen,” Izzy replied, voice bleak and eyes distant.

Mo lifted their head, looking at him properly. “What?” they asked. “You giving them a chance, or them liking you?”

Izzy shook his head. “Either. Both,” he replied shortly, wanting to drop the subject.

“Hey.” Mo reached out, grabbing his chin to force him to meet their eyes. “They’d love you.” Their gaze was fierce, daring him to argue with them. “They’d love how devoted you are, if they only realized it. How much you give of yourself to make this ship run smoothly. They’d love your humor if it wasn’t always turned against them, and that razor sharp wit of yours. They’d love to learn from you if they felt safe enough to ask.” Mo adjusted their grip, holding Izzy’s head with both hands. “They’d love you, darling. Let them in, or don’t, that’s your business, but don’t sell yourself short.”

Izzy’s eyes had hazed over slightly, and he gave a small sniffle. Mo released their grip on his head with a sigh, whispering “Come on,” to lead him to his bed. They sat down, patting the spot next to them for him to sit, cradling him against their chest when he did. They ran their fingers through his hair, lightly scratching his scalp while he clung to them. They gave no reaction to his quiet whimpers, not wanting to embarrass the proud man. They pressed a slow kiss to the top of his head, moving their hand to rub up and down his back while the other held him close. Slowly, his breathing calmed and his whimpers faded.

“How are you doing?” Mo asked tentatively, voice barely above a whisper.

Izzy sighed, not sure how to answer. “I think I just need sleep,” he mumbled after a few moments of silence.

“Alright, darling. Let’s get this shirt off of you, and you can rest.” Mo carefully scootched away from the man, not wanting to make him uncomfortable with any sudden movements. They carefully pushed his linen shirt off his shoulders, folding it carefully as they stood up and crossed to the desk. They made their way back to the bed, pulling the covers over their partner as he slowly laid back to rest his head on his pillow, sitting next to him before leaning over to extinguish the flame of the lantern. They laid down fully, tucking themselves under the covers before wrapping their arms around Izzy, gently cradling him as though he could break if touched too roughly.

“Thank you.” The words were whispered, raspy as they came from Izzy, much more so than his usual voice. Mo pressed a kiss to his forehead, shushing him as he began to doze off.

#izzy hands #ofmd #izzy hands x oc #izzy hands x reader #ofmd izzy #original character #my writing

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caemthe · 4 months

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@crimsontroupe said.º

“I was going to say I was impressed with your ability to keep up with me, but I guess that is pretty unnecessary.” Rannulfr laughs, allowing his tired body to simply collapse against the grass. The rain of a few hours ago allows it to still feel damp, and with that the wolf inhales sharply. He takes in the smell of grass, of a good session of sparring. No matter that they look like they would kill each other several times. There was enough self-control to not exchange lethal blows, but the threat was there. He laughs heartily, slapping the ground as if he is convincing himself of something. “We should team up. You and me. My ideals are not noble. I just want the people I care for to lead a better life.” A moment of vulnerability. Ran seems not to care, wiping sweat from his forehead. “What we have is not enough. I have seen too many people fall into despair, backstab each other the moment somebody tosses a few coins at them to convince the poor sod to betray everything he stands for. I am sick of it. And I could use a trustworthy partner. What do you say?” (ran/cú)

Colorful and refreshing laughter made it past the young wolf's lips as he precisely blocked all of Rannulfr's swings and had all his attacks blocked just as masterfully. If it had been minutes or hours since they started, he couldn't tell, too focused and enthralled by their sparring to pay attention to anything else. It was fun. He was having fun, the most he had in a long while.

It was rare for Cú to meet and cross blades with someone he could call an equal in feats and skill. For a warrior who often had to hold back to not inspire fear or jealousy in those he met, it was exhilarating to finally be able to go all out and not worry about striking too hard, accidentally causing damage he didn't mean. It was even rarer to find himself walking the same path as someone who faced life and the obstacles in it in a way that made his heart tremble with delight. How joyous it is to know there are people out there who are willing to fight for what they think to be right.

His warm body lay on the damp grass next to Ran, the beating of his heart loud in his chest as if it was relishing after their sparring session. The sky isn't dark and the clouds above appear fluffy and calm. The scent of rain still lingers and he's very aware that he's alive, living, exuding life. And he's thankful for that. The loud beating of his heart lessens and his breathing calms down as well. It's then that Rannulfr talks again and he listens, head tilting to look at the other man, ruby-like gaze tattooing this scene in his memory till the end of times.

He's not laughing anymore but a sincere smile adorns his features. "Your ideals sound noble enough to me," he first replies. "It is infinite times easier to look the other way than to recognize that which is wrong and take action against it. The fact that you're willing to go so far despite the many obstacles in your path tells me all I need to know about your ideals."

Still, the proposal came as a surprise. Ruby-like eyes widened slightly, tail swinging from side to side a couple times. Ran wanted them to partner up? That was... When he first started his journey, he promised himself to not get involved with war. War was what destroyed his homeland and all he once held dear. War was senseless greed with no winners. Such was what he thought at first but the more he saw the world, the more he understood it was sometimes inevitable. And he wouldn't call what Rannulfr sought war, liberation and justice seemed more appropriate. And those he would defend until he drew his last breath.

"I'll be a blade for those who seek righteousness and justice, not for those who seek power and to subjugate. As long as you remain true to yourself and to the ideals you just spoke of, I'll stand by your side. That means you can lower your guard while you rest because I'll be watching your back. But, if you ever become that which you wish to overthrow, I'll become the blade on your neck then." In other words, yes, he would be their right-hand man.

"But I must warn you that it has been just me until now. I've never fought in a large group unless we're talking about eliminating a horde of ghouls or lesser monsters. I may turn out to be a lacking sub-captain and you might need to teach me plenty of things at first. But I'll give you my undying loyalty, my skills in battle will be yours to guide. Are you fine with that exchange? There's no turning back."

#crimsontroupe #cu. ° ( lancer. )#ask. ° ( delivered. )#au. º ( rubedo. )#/ ty for the ask!!! i read it like 50 times and every time i still was like aaaaaaaahhh

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asimperingswannsong · 1 year

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Larissa’s Reluctant Romance

part 1 of however many my ADHD allows

Characters: Larissa Weems/Wednesday Addams

Summary: It’s just an angsty shitpost of a fic while I wait for season 2 to confirm that they have in fact ruined everything. Wednesday is smitten and a little annoyed about it. She’s trying very hard to provide a little romance for a Larissa who’s clearly in need of some. If Wednesday reads as a little neurospicy that’s probably just author projection. Her being smitten by Larissa is definitely author projection.

Warning: There’s no underage or dubious consent but that doesn’t make Larissa’s actions entirely innocent (especially in later chapters *assuming I follow through with those*)

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“I’m in love with you.” Larissa startled from where she was sitting at her vanity removing her make up. She turned to see Wednesday standing in her bedroom. “Wednesday, what on Earth?” “I’m in love with you,” she reiterated. Larissa gaped at her; still not fully processing what was happening. Wednesday allowed the silence to lengthen, seemingly perfectly at home within it. Finally, Larissa’s mind provided her with, “There were at least two locked doors between where you were and where you are now.” “And they are locked once again.” A further pause to gather her thoughts… “Wednesday, do you think it’s appropriate to come into my quarters at 11 pm without so much as knocking?” “No.” “Okay…then why did you do that?” “I’ve been lying awake, analyzing the problem that’s causing my nightmares, and the feeling of uncertainty I’ve had when in your presence of late, and I’ve discovered that the reason I continue to dwell on the sight of you lying injured on the floor is because I’m distressed by it. That was uncharacteristic of me, and I’ve only just realized that it’s because I love you. I was not especially pleased to discover that information. I’ve sworn repeatedly not to follow in my parents’ footsteps and allow that sort of emotion to inform my behavior, but I appear to be unable to resolve the issue. Now that I’m fully aware of it, I felt compelled to inform you.” More silence. Larissa was struggling. Wednesday had just confessed her love for her and she had done so in the most typically deadpan manner Larissa had come to expect of her. But she was more than a little shocked by the revelation. Most of the time, she couldn’t be certain that Wednesday was even tolerating her in a platonic way, so to hear that she was in love with her was really throwing her for a loop. “…Wednesday, I’m the same age as your mother; as both of your parents.” “Yes, but importantly, you are not my parent.” “But I am your principal, and you are a student in my care.” “Yes.” “So…do you expect me to act in some way on the information you’ve provided?” “No.” “I see.” “So, may I ask why you’ve broken into my quarters at 11 pm?” “I drew a conclusion that had eluded me for a few weeks and felt the need to include you. I also wanted to give you this.” Wednesday removed a Tiffany’s jewelry case from behind her back, and opened it to reveal a large tear shaped ruby set in diamonds that formed a star like pattern around it. It appeared to be on a platinum necklace. “Wednesday, what is that?” “Your necklace.” “Where did you get that?” “It belonged to my grandmother. It, now, belongs to you.” “Wednesday, I cannot take that.” “It belongs to you. I will not take it back.” “Wednesday, someday you will have someone who is able to reciprocate your feelings. They will cherish that necklace, but I cannot accept it.” “There will not be another. I hadn’t intended for there to be a first, but regardless, I love you, and that means this necklace belongs to you.” She closed the box, placed it on the dresser next to her, and turned to leave.” “Wednesday, when did you begin having nightmares?” “A day or so after Laurel attempted to murder you.” “That was weeks ago. Wednesday, I think you may be experiencing PTSD. I think you should speak to someone about ways to try and process your trauma.” “I’m concerned that you may not be thinking clearly, and I can’t help but feel guilty. I’m sorry you witnessed the attack. I’m sorry she hurt you, and I’m sorry I was the one who brought her here so she could do those things.” “It wasn’t your fault. She did an excellent job of deceiving everyone.” “I will leave you to you ablutions. Goodnight, Principal Weems.” With that, she turned and left. Larissa continued to stare at the spot for several moments afterward. The exchange was so strange, even by Addams Family standards, that she began to question whether it had actually happened. The jewelry case on the dresser confirmed for her that it had in fact occurred. Larissa didn’t know what to think.

#larissa weems #wednsday addams #principal weems #my fic #Larissa/Wednesday

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mymoodwriting · 2 years

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Anomaly

F!Reader x EXO

Genre: Angels/Demons AU

Warning: Violence, Fire, Swords, Thoughts of Death

Words: 2K

Chapters:

Prompt: You grew up in a happy home despite being abandoned as a child. Or at least it was happy until one revelation starts shinning a light on all the questionable things that surrounded your family. That is if they ever had your best interest at heart.

“So… how do I fall?”

Coming to the decision to fall was relatively easy, but the act of doing it was the exact opposite. The girls were angels, so falling was a matter of breaking rules, but you, those rules didn’t really apply to you. At least not in a way that was helpful to you now.

“Yeah, that’s not so easy for you.” Giselle commented. “But possible considering you have gray feathers. What happened to cause those?”

“Uh… I was fighting Taemin…”

“That wouldn’t be a reason for you to fall… you two cancel each other out.”

“We eventually came onto the scene.” Baekhyun added. “Her feathers turned gray then.”

“Oh, so it was something to do with them perhaps.” Karina suggested. “What happened when they showed up?”

“Taemin attacked us, and I wanted to protect my family. They wanted to flee, but I just…”

“That’s it then!”

“What?”

“Your emotions are what give you strength, and your determination to protect your family is probably what pushed out divine energy in that moment.”

“I don’t… what?”

“In that moment you had made up your mind to protect your family by any means necessary. Even as a fallen myself I have limitations, you don’t. Pushing beyond those limitations must be the key.”

“That still doesn’t make much sense. In that situation my family was in danger. How do you expect to… replicate my feelings?”

“We don’t need to replicate those exact feelings, but get you to the extremes.”

“So how are we gonna do that?”

“I’m not entirely sure I like the sound of any of this.” Suho spoke up. “Any extreme emotion can be dangerous, and given she is a nephilim, it will certainly attract the angels.”

“So we have one shot at this.” Winter stated. “We shouldn’t fuck it up.”

“Still-”

“It’s okay.” You said. “This is my choice. I know it’s risky, but I want to do this. There’s still so much for me to learn and… I’ve got a lot to live for.”

“Alright.”

“So, let’s come up with a plan everyone agrees with.”

Truth was there wasn’t gonna be an agreement all the way around. Xiumin and the others would be protective to the end, and that would most likely work in your favor. Even you knew what the answer would be before Karina spoke it out loud. Of course there was immediate disagreement.

“You’re joking!”

“You wish, but that’s the best option.”

“There has to be something else.”

“I’m all ears to whatever you thought of.”

“…”

“That’s what I thought.”

“I agree with Karina.” You said. “It’s the best way I can think of. Whatever she said you were probably going to disagree with anyway.”

“Y/n-”

“I’ll be okay. Promise.”

This was ultimately your decision, and they had to respect that. The plan was to really test how far you’ve come with your combat skills. So you’d need an open field and it only felt appropriate to return your old school, to where this all started for you, and where you’d have a new beginning.

“You know I’m not gonna hold back.” Karina admitted. “This is gonna hurt.”

“It has to be genuine doesn’t it.”

“Just a warning.”

“Thanks.”

You took a breath, knowing that once you started this you couldn’t back out, and it was only a matter of time before the angels found you. Ultimately you were willing putting everyone in danger, so this had to be worth it. You drew your sword, staring at the golden flames for a while, rather curious as to what would happen to them once you fell. Although you didn’t dwell on it long as Karina soon came down on you with her own blade. You barely managed to dodge out of the way, reminding yourself what was really going on.

“You with me now?”

“Sorry.”

“For what? Existing?”

“What?”

“As if you don’t know.”

Karina moved to strike at you again. This time you clashed with her, but she was still more experienced, knocking you back.

“Your existence has been nothing but troublesome to everyone!”

“I-”

You couldn’t get a word out before you had to raise up your sword again. Her words had caught you off guard, and you were struggling to push them aside as you fought her off. You were failing on that end as you couldn’t help but think of all the trouble you have caused. All the times you had nearly gotten your family killed, and this was one of those moments. You knew Karina wasn’t going to hold back, and now with the distraction she landed one hit after another. You wound up thrown against a tree, collapsing to the ground as your sword extinguished itself.

“Karina, that’s enough!” Xiumin yelled. “We’ll think of-”

As Xiumin made an attempt to get to you both Giselle and Winter drew their own swords, standing in his path. Tensions immediately grew high.

“Only one shot, remember.” Karina stated. “This is it, and you know very well I rather this child dead than alive.”

“You-”

“Whether she lives or not is entirely up to her.”

“Ya!”

“Don’t interfere.”

You didn’t know what to make of those words. If you hadn’t crossed paths with Xiumin and the others, then you never would have brought them so many problems. Yet it went beyond that, if you hadn’t been born there would be less problems in general. Your mere existence was an anomaly, a rare occurrence, one that shouldn’t even exist. Perhaps the best option was to die, yet when Karina made another move you dodged out of the way, drawing your sword. Even if disappearing from the world would solve some problems, you couldn’t just die.

So many fought hard to keep you alive, and you had so much life left to live. Although now things had changed for you. There was no reason to think Karina was bluffing, so you were truly fighting for your life. Besides at this point it was only a matter of time before the angels located you. Even if the others wanted to step in, the other girls weren’t going to allow it, and you didn’t want them interfering either. You held your ground and you fought Karina head on, wanting to prove you wouldn’t be a burden.

“I’ll be fine.” You assured the others. “I got this.”

You saw some glint in Karina’s eyes, but you just had to focus. This time around you made the first move, determined to show your skill. You held your own well, but you weren’t getting where you needed to be. You felt exhausted and needed to get your second wind. It took a moment but an idea came to mind. You spread your wings and took to the sky, getting a rush of fresh air, and having a moment of relief. The sunlight was warm against your skin, and the breeze was nice against your feathers. Your body ached, but you felt relief in the moment. This was certainly something you wanted to do again someday.

“Y/n!”

You heard someone scream your name. You thought it was a heads up on Karina coming to meet you, but instead you noticed some projectile coming towards you from the left. You barely processed the situation before you were grabbed. Someone had taken a hold of you and was taking you somewhere, you tried fighting back and the two of you ended up crashing into the ground. You took most of the impact, the other body losing its grip on you and tumbling to the side. You groaned and slowly sat up, trying to catch your breath. You looked around to see what had happened, seeing Taemin getting up. Your eyes went wide with realization and you scrambled back.

“Stay away!”

“Are you alright? I-”

Taemin stopped short with his words, staring at you with wide eyes. He had stopped in his attempts to get close, and then suddenly rushed you.

“No, no, no, no…”

You continued to crawl back but he got close to you regardless. You were injured from the fall, although the pain wasn’t hitting yet, not until Taemin reached for your wings. You saw him pull away a handful of gray and black feathers. It astonished you as well, and you looked back at your own wings, seeing the feathers turning black.

“Wow…”

You got up, gently shaking your wings despite the pain to get loose feathers to fall. You were amazed, not even sure what was different with you besides the color.

“Why… why did you…”

Taemin crumpled up the feathers in his hands, staring at the ground. It took a second for you to remember he was here, seeing his own wings with white feathers.

“Taemin…”

“Why would you do this?”

“I… it’s my choice…”

“You can’t go home now…”

“That place isn’t my home.”

“You… you left me…”

“What?”

“I’m all alone again…”

“You’re not alone. You have your own family, they’ve raised you and-”

“But they’re not like me… you were but now…”

“Then I’m alone too.”

“Huh?”

“You’re a nephilim, half human and half angel. I guess as a fallen nephilim I’m more like half human half demon, right?”

“You shouldn’t have…”

“So what? Are you going to kill me now?”

“I’m sorry I was too late.”

“This was my choice, Taemin.”

“Was it?”

“Yes. I don’t want to get dragged to a place I don’t know, and to leave behind everything I have.”

“You made a mistake.”

“You’re all doing that. Trying to cut off Heaven from the world. Have you ever lived on Earth?”

“I was found very young…”

“So you don’t even know what life is like on Earth, maybe you should experience that before going on some crazy crusade.”

“I wouldn’t even know where to start.”

“Maybe I can help you with that… if you’re not gonna try to kill me or something.”

“It’d be a waste at this point.”

You looked over to see the other angels approaching. You immediately had your guard, even if you weren’t in a condition to fight you would. Although you began to worry about your family if the angels found you first.

“What did you-”

“Your so-called family should find you in a moment.” Onew stated. “I see you made a choice.”

“So?”

“Let’s see if you’ll regret throwing away such a thing.”

“I won’t.”

“If you insist.”

“Are you finally going to leave me alone?”

“We should just kill you now.” Key hissed. “But there are other things we need to focus on. So we’ll come back around to that in the future.”

“Abandoning Earth isn’t the best idea.”

“You have no say in that anymore.”

“And you barely care for Earth as it is, maybe take another look.”

“Your words fall on deaf ears.” Onew said. “We’ll take our leave, and see if our paths ever cross again.”

Minho went over to Taemin, getting him to stand and momentarily looking him over. Thanks to you he wasn’t really injured.

“I meant what I said.” You stated, looking at Taemin. “Try experiencing life on Earth before you throw it away forever. You shouldn’t have regrets.”

Taemin didn’t say anything, but glanced back at you before taking to the skies with the others. Once they were gone you felt relieved, collapsing to the floor as you released all this tension from your body. You didn’t even realize your name was being called, not until Xiumin and Lay were at your side, frantically looking you over.

“Are you okay?”

“What happened?”

“Y/n? Can you hear me?”

“Huh? I… I’m fine… just… a lot…”

“What happened to you?” Xiumin asked. “One minute you were flying, the next you were gone.”

“Got taken on a detour. I think the angels got the message.”

“I see.” Karina took in your wings. “Congratulations. You’re one of a kind once again.”

“Yeah… I don’t feel any different.”

“Once the adrenaline from everything wears off, you’ll certainly feel something.”

“Is that good or bad?”

“Time will tell.”

“Either way, I’m definitely ready to get out of here.”

“We should get you looked over properly.” Suho suggested. “And make sure you’ll be okay with the changes. You are okay, right?”

“Yeah. I think I’m really starting to feel like myself.”

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rwprincess · 2 days

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Richie x Reader WIP

A/N: I have this work-in-progress RichiexReader fic that I'm really ambling through, but I wanted to post this excerpt because I'd hate for it to never see the light of day (I seriously opened this fic last June and am nowhere near done). I just love it so much! So, if you'll indulge me...

CW: Swearing, Richie being a useless puddle, Mike being a snitch (lol)

Word count: 367

POV: Reader (fem) is a lovely, quiet bean and Richie is smitten.

"Oh, God. There she is." Richie nervously fidgeted, unsure what to do with his hands or body. He settled on leaning against the lockers, as he'd seen others nonchalantly do that. But he still felt out of place, like his shape just wasn't right, and he wriggled again to find an appropriate position.

"What in the seven hells are you doing?" Eddie hissed. "Shut up!" Richie growled back, trying not to draw attention to himself for once. "Just--" he quickly cut himself off as she drew nearer and then simply passed by, unaware of his existence. He wasn't sure if that was a good or bad thing in this moment, but he looked after her, longingly.

Stan followed his gaze and stated the obvious, "Dude, she is so out of your league."

"I know!" Richie whined, then, "wait, what the fuck do you mean she's out of my league?"

"You're total opposites," Stan shrugged, not addressing the matter of looks, which Richie assumed he was putting him down for. "She's really quiet and sweet and you're, y'know. You. I think she'd have to cover her ears at half the shit you say," he snorted.

"Oh, excuse me. I didn't realize you were an expert on her. Like you've ever talked to her, either." Richie scoffed, offended.

"Didn't you say she worked at the library, Stan? That you met her one of the last times you went to study?" Mike was cut short in his genuine question as Stan glared at him.

The realization of what Mike said hit Richie and his eyes lit up. "No. Way. You have to take me with you to the library next time. I can't believe you were holding out on me, Stannie!" He excitedly spun his sentences, rambling while Stan pinched the bridge of his nose.

"Richie, you don't read." Stan looked up at him, trying to weasel out of this commitment Richie was placing him in.

Richie looked in the direction she'd just vanished, eyes glazing over with fondness. "For her, I'll learn." Eddie started to snicker beside him and Richie shoved his shoulder. "I mean, I'll learn to like books. I know how to read! Stop laughing, you asshole!"

#it stephen king #80s #richie it #richie tozier #richie x you #richie x reader

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lesfeldickbiblestudy · 7 months

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How should someone that is saved deal with sin? [convertplayer id="nEgiMKTV6" width="700" height="525"] Romans 3:23-24 "For all have sinned, and come short of the glory of God; (that’s everyone of us. But look at the next verse.) 24. Being justified freely by his grace through the redemption that is in Christ Jesus:" Now you all know what redemption means? That’s the process of God buying us back out of the slavery of sin. When I teach Romans chapter 3 I always use the analogy of the Roman slave market, and I think it’s a very appropriate one, because it was very real. As the Romans would go out with their legions and they would conquer other people they would bring back, especially the younger people who were capable of slave duty, to Rome and they would end up in the slave market. And I drew the analogy, here we have a young blond, blue eyed fellow from northern Europe who finds himself in this market. Now that slave market was awful, because if you were bought out as a common slave you could end up doing any kind of horrible slave labor to include being sold to shipmasters to row their ships. It was awful, it was hot, and when they died, they just pitched them overboard. And if these slaves were not bought they could end up in the coliseums as meat for the wild animals. So that was the prospect of a Roman slave market. But there was also the good side They could have a benefactor come and buy them out of the slave market. Say a benevolent slave owner would buy a slave and clean him up, give him a whole new set of clothes, give him light duty around his estate of trimming the lawns and so forth, and remember the Romans lived sumptuously. So here’s this young slave who’s been bought out of that horrible situation, and given this beautiful place to work, and have all the best food. Then one day this benevolent Roman owner comes and says, "Young man I’m going to go one step further, I’m going to give you your freedom. I have bought your citizenship. You are free to go and do whatever you want to do." Now the analogy I’ve always used before is, "What’s this young man going to say? ‘Listen you’ve done so much for me, and I have learned to love you so much, I don’t want my freedom, but rather I want to stay here and serve you the rest of my life.’" Now that’s where I’ve always left that analogy. But you know what a lot of Christians are doing now? What if this same young man would say, "I want to stay right here and serve you, but once a week can I go back into the slave market?" Now isn’t that ridiculous? Isn’t that as ridiculous as you can get? Here he’s been spared the horrors of the slave market, and that’s where every lost person is, they’re in Satan’s slave market. Christ paid the price of redemption, He bought us out of it, and then we have the audacity to say, "But can’t I just go back and get a taste of that sinful world once in a while?" Listen that’s what Christians are doing when they go back into the world! And to me it just does not fit. I’m not saying we’re going to be perfect, of course we’re not. We all fail, we all sin, but to go back into gross sin, and just glibly say, "Oh well, I’m saved and don’t have anything to worry about." I don’t think a true believer can look at it that way. When a true believer sins, they’re going to be convicted as David was. And when David saw his sin, what does the Book of Psalms say he does? He wept tears of repentance, and oh how he bemoaned the fact that not only had he sinned against the humans that were involved, but against God. And when we sin, this is what we have to come back and realize. Well all of this I just sort of lob into the "Unsearchable Riches of Christ." It’s beyond human comprehension. I can’t understand it, and I don’t think anyone else can. But does that mean, we just close our eyes, and say, "Forget it, I can’t understand it anyway?" No. You just keep digging, and learning, and keep getting more and

more excited about what Christ has done for us. And not only just for the here and now, but for all of eternity to come. Just like Paul says in I Corinthians chapter 2. I Corinthians 2:9 "But as it is written, Eye hath not seen, nor ear heard, neither have entered into the heart of man, the things which God hath prepared for them that love him." And that’s about as much as it tells us about what we’re going to enjoy in eternity. We don’t know because the Bible doesn’t tell us, but we know it’s going to be fabulous. What God has in store for us is going to be a million times better than the things you and I like to do down here, and it’s all because of the "unsearchable riches of Christ." Oh to have the knowledge that we can come into the very throne room of heaven in prayer and petitions is simply incomprehensible. Isn’t it? Just think we can immediately come into the very throne room, without having to go through any rituals. We don’t have to go into some prescribed place, at a prescribed time or God won’t hear us. As you sit there and as I speak you can be in an attitude of prayer, and you’re right in the throne room. Now that’s all part of the"unsearchable riches of Christ." [convertplayer id="sNYoWfAfC" width="700" height="525"] II Corinthians 7:12 "Wherefore, though I wrote unto you, (I Corinthians) I did it not for his cause that had done the wrong, (although certainly that man was involved) nor for his cause that suffered wrong, but that our care for you in the sight of God might appear unto you." Now think about these things. What's Paul saying? If Paul would have treated this as the congregation was and just glossed over it, what would that have said to the congregation about him? Well he's no better than the rest of us. He looks at like we do so it must not be all that bad. But when Paul dealt with it, and he dealt with it severely, when he told them. "You deal with this man, and turn him over to the power of Satan that Satan can touch the flesh unless he turns around in repentance and gets right with God." I mean it's just a perfect picture of how you and I, even today, deal with sin because God hates it. God will never wink at sin even though He has paid for it and forgiven it through His death on the Cross, yet God is never going to wink at sin. He can't. So Paul tells us that all of us profited from this situation. Paul did, the congregation did, and certainly the guilty party did. [convertplayer id="qfDz0ehdC" width="700" height="525"] Colossians 3:12-13b "Put on therefore, (as a result of all that Christ has done) as the elect of God, (the ones that God has saved by His Grace) holy (set apart) and beloved, bowels of mercies, kindness, humbleness of mind, meekness, longsuffering; (now verse 13. This is part of the Christian Grace.) 13. Forbearing one another, …" You know what I’ve always said? You don’t have to like everybody, but you’ve got to love them. I mean there are some people that you like to be with a lot more than others, and that’s perfectly normal. But whether we like them or not, we’re to forbear them, and not be all angered and upset and have nothing to do with them, because everyone of us that have things that irritate others. I know I probably irritate people, but I thank God that they forbear with me, and that’s what we have to do with others. But the one thing we can never compromise is our love. We love them regardless, see? Now reading on in verse 13, I’m going to go rather quickly now, because I think we can finish Colossians this lesson. These are all just plain logical, common sense admonitions from the pen of the apostle as to how to walk and live with a child of God. Colossians 3:13 "Forbearing one another, and forgiving one another, if any man have a quarrel against any: (and we’re going to, because we’re human. We’re going to have differences of opinion. We’re going to have some unhappy situations, but don’t let it destroy your relations. And if you have a quarrel,) even as Christ forgave you, so

also do ye." Now what does that tell you? We’re forgiven, we’re totally forgiven, and I don’t have to go back everyday and say, "Oh God forgive me." That’s all done, it was done at the cross. A lot of people can’t quite agree with me on that, and that’s all right, but forgiveness is a done deal. Now I know we have to still recognize our sins, and see them as God does. And I think we have to ask God for cleansing, and my whole approach to that is, the night that the Lord was washing Peter’s feet. He came to Peter and what did Peter say? John 13:8-10 "Peter saith unto him, Thou shalt never wash my feet. Jesus answered him, If I wash thee not, thou hast no part with me. 9. Simon Peter saith unto him, Lord not my feet only, but also my hands and my head. 10. Jesus saith to him, he that is washed needeth not save to wash his feet, but is clean every whit and ye are clean, but not all. Peter had already been saved. He’d had his bath already, but by virtue of walking from that bath house to his home in the ancients, the streets were filthy, and before he could go into his own home, he would have to wash his feet. Well the picture of course is where we are. We’ve been saved, we’re forgiven, we’re cleansed, but we’re still in this old world, and as we go though this world our feet are getting dirty, and so what do we need? Cleaning! We don’t need forgiveness, that’s all done, but we need cleansing, and how do we cleanse? I just told somebody on the phone yesterday. How do you wash a strainer? A gravy strainer or a tea strainer, how do you wash it? You certainly can’t run a piece of cloth through every little opening, so how do you wash a strainer? Oh you just swish it through the water, isn’t that right? You just simply cleanse it with the washing of water. Now that’s what Paul uses in Ephesians, and this is what we have to do. We get daily cleansing, by the washing of the water, but what does Paul say the water is? The Word of God! Do you see that? Boy isn’t that beautiful,? We don’t have to come crawling to God every time we do something that is wrong, and plead that He forgive us. He must get tired of that, and tells us, "I’ve forgiven you!" But we do need cleansing. We have to see our sin as He sees it and then be cleansed from it by the Word of God. [convertplayer id="q2XZeGxZ6" width="700" height="525"] Hebrews 3:13 "But exhort one another daily, while it is called To day (while we still have this kind of an opportunity); lest any of you be hardened through the deceitfulness of sin." Always stop and think. How do we recognize sin, and how do we deal with sin? I want it in only one word. Faith. Because, unless we can believe what God says about certain activities or certain acts, we don't know that it's sin. But when God says it and we believe it, then we know what it is. Our whole daily walk is prompted by faith in God's Word. Think about it. When Romans 3:23 says that "For all have sinned and come short of the glory of God," I always said that's the first step to salvation, to believe that I am what The Book says that I am. And that is, short of the glory of God. It's taking God at His Word concerning myself, concerning you. So faith is that which guides us not only into salvation, but all through our Christian experience. It's all based on what The Book says. Not what someone else says. People have told me and I appreciate it, "You know, you don't condemn this and you don't condemn that. Do you notice that?" I don't have to. I don't have to tell people, "Stop doing this and stop doing that" because as soon as they get into The Book and see what The Book says, by faith, then they're going to take appropriate action. I still maintain that if you get people into The Book, you get them to believe in what God says, and all those things that a lot of people scream about; they'll take care of themselves.

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alteredphoenix · 7 months

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The Mountain Wakes Chapter 1 (MKR Bad End AU) 2nd Snippet

It's been a long time since I worked on this, and mainly because my interest dwindled and, at the time, I was so focused on the "reader numbers means the story is good" line of thought (which, honestly, is neither a good nor healthy mindset to have, and I wish I'd known that back then).

But a couple weeks I got a very lovely review from someone who had never commented on a fic before, and it actually makes me want to get back to this again. I'm not sure when that will be, because my interests now lie in the Tales of fandom (as well as some of the big gacha games because GIRLS), but I thought I should post another snippet of the second chapter as compensation.

This one I did work on recently, about over a year ago (January 27, 2022, to which the last update before that had been July 19, 2019), but I remember stopping because I didn't want it to blow up into a 10-20k piece for just one chapter alone, so please forgive how clunky some of the writing comes off as. I think, once I can make the time for it and have the chance, I can figure something out.

This features an OC as the primary POV for the chapter, as a means of providing a glimpse into the world post-Crash (e.g. Zagato and Emeraude force the Pillar to keep running in spite of the emotional and psychological danger they represent to it and as a result cause a global cataclysm that opens up the Roads). I wouldn't get too attached to him; in more than one way, he's not in the story for very long.

This one's for you, SunburstSenshi.

At the moment he anticipated the sound of the third ring the rain came down in a stentorian burst that it drowned out the tinny static on the other end of the line. He swore out loud, banged his fist on the glass of the booth, and leaned in closer until his forehead was touching his arm draped over the top of the payphone. It was pointless even with the receiver jammed as hard as it would go against his ear, but like a fool he listened for the sign of the call to be answered mid-ring, the plastic knocking of a device on its charging station being removed, the static snow humming in the background.

A third ring.

A fourth ring.

��Come on,” he grumbled. “Come on….”

A fifth ring.

A sixth ring.

Silence. He held his breath.

A dull click, like a blocky light switch being flipped. Then came the automated voice message that gave him the same scripted rundown the past three attempts. “We’re sorry. The number you are trying to call cannot be reached at this time. Please insert the appropriate change to make a call and remain on the line or wait for an operator for further assistance.”

“Goddammit,” Phedra snarled under his breath. “Fucking asshole.” He drew away, nestled the phone within the crook of his neck, and dug around in the pockets of his poncho. He bent to the right as he pawed deeper within, bottom lip jutting in a pout, grit his teeth as he recognized the snag of fibers with each pull. He groused, moved his left hang to the spot on the outside of the fabric opposite his right hand on the bottom, jigged his fingers up and down until he felt the threads let go and the keyring give way.

He drew out the wallet, a simple bifold thing made out of leather. He undid the snap, flipped it open and peered inside the gap. His index finger prodded the three large coins resting one against the other like the walls on a house of cards. The handsome faces minted on them stared back at him, cool and unimpressed.

“Shit.” Phedra frowned. He scooped the coins up, dumped the wallet back into his pocket, and spread them out flat on the palm of his hand. He took one between his fingers and put it in the deposit slot; it fell inside with a loud, hollow thunk. He inserted the remaining two one at a time, jabbed the number in, and moved the strain off his neck and shoulder by keeping the phone glued to his ear.

First there was the electrical buzz of the landline. Then it stopped.

It dialed once.

It dialed a second time.

Phedra glanced out of the windowpane. The downpour was still going but the sheet that had come down moments before had let up. He could discern the distorted, fish-eye silhouettes of people scurrying back and forth across the platform, moving in and out of the awning’s shelter. Separated by several feet along the entranceways to the station the shapes of large, stone lions stood sentinel. Their blue and green eyes glowed in the gloom; even from here, he could taste the ozone of magic on the tip of his tongue, feel the cotton-soft sensation on the back of his nape. They were unmoving. Their gaze was forward, focused on the trains.

They did not look at him.

A third ring.

A fourth ring.

It cut out in the middle, replaced by a metallic shuffle on the other end, an intake of breath.

“Hello!” Phedra said. “It’s me! Phedrasos! I picked up the packages you wanted from the shop. The small, delicate ones, that have to be stuffed with newspaper and foam...no. No, I did not have too much trouble getting them...Yes, there was a line. A big line. But I showed them the card you gave me, the laminated one. I showed them and they let me go up to the front to get them.” He grinned. “You were right. It was that easy. Yes. Yes, they’re still with me. No, I won’t lose them; I know how long you’ve been waiting for them. It may be a few more days but I will bring them to you. I promise, they’ll be in one piece. Okay...okay. If anything happens, I’ll give you a call. Okay. Okay. I'll see you soon. Bye."

#mywriting #fanfiction #magic knight rayearth #the mountain wakes #mkr bad end AU

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