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prepolyglot · 2 years

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Langblr Reactivation Challenge

Hello everyone! As you may know I've created this challenge to help revive the langblr community. It's a three week challenge designed to get you back into learning languages and (hopefully) give you ideas on how to study and share your knowledge of them. It is completely optional to do, but try to reblog other people's posts if you aren't participating.

The challenge is designed to be done daily, however if you miss a day, you can go back and do it later or continue from where you left off. I do encourage you to do your best to keep up with the challenge though. Tag your posts with #langblr reactivation challenge so that others can find your posts.

If you have any questions, please send me an ask or a message and I'll do my best to answer it.

I'll put the prompts under a read more so this post isn't ridiculously long. Good luck to everyone participating! Remember the best way to promote the langblr revival is by reblogging other people's work.

Week 1

Day 1: Create an introduction post about yourself. What's your name? What languages are you studying? What languages do you hope to study? What do you hope you'll get out of this challenge? Add whatever else you’d like to your introduction post!

Day 2: Write a list of goals you have for your target languages. Make both long term and short term goals. An overall goal could be to have the ability to talk with native speakers with ease and a smaller goal would be to finally learn that difficult grammar point that's been plaguing you for ages. How will you achieve them?

Day 3: Create a list or a Mindmap of vocabulary topics. Start with a broad topic and narrow down to more specific topics. An example could be bedroom - furniture - closet - clothes or travelling - languages - study words - school supplies. Keep a hold of this because you'll use it later to create vocab to study. Some broad topics to start with: house, school, work, travelling, friends and family, nature, city. Feel free to use these or think of your own. Share your mindmap so others can get some ideas if they need it. Here are some mind map creation tools (x) (x) (x).

Day 4: Create a vocab list for one of the topics you created yesterday, if you want to make more, feel free to make as many as you like! Share your list and reblog other people's lists. And most importantly, make sure you study these words!

Day 5: Find a video in your target language and watch it as many times as you need to in order to understand it. Make a post about the video. What was it about? Did you like the video? Was it difficult to understand? Make sure you link the video. Try to write your answers in your target language, but if you can’t that’s okay!

Day 6: Look up 3 idioms in your target language and explain what they mean and how you use them in a sentence (with an example!).

Day 7: Send asks to other langblrs (bonus points if it's in a shared target language!) asking them about whatever (for example, ask how their day was, ask questions about their target languages, or share some of your thoughts with them). If you receive one, answer it! You can ask more than one person and it can be on or off anon.

Week 2

Day 1: Over the next week, create a playlist/playlists of songs in your target language(s), they can either have a specific mood or genre or they can be a collection of songs you've discovered. When you feel like you're done with your playlist, share it so others can find some new songs. If you already have a playlist, you can add songs to it and update it.

Day 2: Write an explanation on a grammar rule in your target language (such as verb tenses, exceptions, word order, etc). Include sentences to show how and when it is used.

Day 3: Either make a vocab list or find a vocab list you like and make sentences using those words. You can make them as long or as short as you like. This is a good way to contextualise vocab words and learn them in context. Share your sentences and highlight the vocab word.

Day 4: Record yourself reading an article, short story, or passage (basically anything written in your target language). Listen to it and see if you can point out any areas you can improve with your speaking and any areas that you're doing well. You can post your recording if you wish.

Day 5: Post at least 2 songs that you like in your target language. Make sure you add a link to them so people can go listen to them.

Day 6: Share a study tip you have. This can range from how you organize your notes to playlists that help you study to apps you use to review. Just something that you find makes studying easier (and more fun).

Day 7: Share with everyone some langblrs you enjoy seeing on your dash, try to put at least 5 people (and make sure you @ them!).

Week 3

Day 1: Remember that playlist you made/are making? Take a song you really like and make a vocab list of words you don't understand, learned from the song, or recognize but don't quite remember. Post so others can see and link the song. If you have extra time and/or want a bit more of a challenge, translate the song as well, either into English or another language.

Day 2: Write about a festival or holiday that is celebrated in a country that speaks your target language. This can be either something you’ve celebrated yourself, have wanted to participate in, or have never heard of before. You can write this in any language you’d like.

Day 3: Make another vocab list from the list you made at the beginning of the challenge. If you are learning two or more languages, make the vocab list in 3 languages (meaning for example: French, German, and English or Japanese, Arabic, and Ukrainian).

Day 4: Find a recipe written in your target language and translate it into your native language (or another language of your choice) or find a recipe in your native language and translate it into your target language. Bonus points if you actually make it (share pictures if you do)!

Day 5: Create a collection of resources you use to study/learn your target language. Add links to them if possible so others can also use them.

Day 6: Create a post explaining a grammar rule that you had/are having difficulties learning. If you’re currently having difficulties, do your best to explain and ask others to help you understand it better. Include example sentences in your explanation.

Day 7: How do you feel at the end of this challenge? Did you meet any goals while doing this? Do you feel more confident in your language abilities? Where do you think you'll go from here? Answer these questions either in your native language or your target language.

Hopefully you guys enjoy/enjoyed this challenge. After you've completed the challenge, I encourage you to continue your studies in your target languages and support others in theirs.

#langblr reactivation challenge #langblr #languages #polyglot

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jungwnies · 1 year

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partners ✰ 2 it's your fault not mine.

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the car ride lasts for what seems like a lifetime as it goes down the highway. "where are we even going, this wasn't on my schedule." you say sighing, putting your phone between your thighs. "i'm starting to get a headache too, i haven't eaten since before the show." you continue to complain looking out the window.

"i already have a headache just sitting in this van besides you." jake jests continuing to scroll on your phone.

you roll your eyes and turn your head towards him, "are you sure it's me that's giving you a headache or is it the unhealthy amount of time you've spent scrolling through hate comments on twitter?"

jake puts his phone down, "if you opened your eyes a little wider you'd see that it's weverse, not twitter."

after a good 30 minutes of banter the van parks in front of a building, a big building. "where even are we?" the two of you ask in unison, quickly side-eyeing each other.

"you guys are going to be doing an escape room, maybe you guys will learn how to help each other in one of these." your manager says, turning his head to look at the two of you in the back. "we aren't legally allowed to lock you guys in these rooms, but if you don't work together you're getting your phones taken away until you guys air out your differences."

"there are differences to be aired out, he's just stupid and can't remember his lines." you objected.

jake looks at you and bites back, "how am i stupid? you don't even read your cue cards and just make things up along the way."

"at least i can improvise, whenever you forget your lines you stare at your cue cards for a good five minutes and completely forget the camera's are rolling." you scoff. "and i've seen your little annotations on the cue cards jake." you laugh, "stop pretending you have good grammar by fixing improper sentences when you can't even write complete sentences on your cue cards."

"they're annotations for a reason y/n, they don't have to be grammatically correct." jake argues back pulling his phone out, "plus, you've got to be a loser if everything you say is proper."

"yeah well, when you're putting your grammar on a pedestal then i would expect that you speak properly all the-" you begin before getting cut off by the managers.

"enough!" the managers shout, resulting in the two of you to shut up and sigh.

"you're going to go in there and help each other solve the damn game, and if you guys can't be civilized you already know the consequences, now go."

the two of you leave the van with nothing but resentment for each other and make your way inside as the workers greet you guys, leading the two of you to the escape room. "you guys will have 90 minutes to escape this room, and you have 5 hints available. if you do not escape within the allowed time frame we have been told to either allow you guys more time if you can bear it, or if you choose to leave and not complete the game you will be punished with no electronics indefinitely. good luck!" the worker says, quickly leaving the room after explaining the rules.

"i don't want to do this." you complain looking around the escape room. "but i also don't want to lose my phone because of you."

"how is this my fault, maybe if you were a little nicer to me this wouldn't have happened." jake argues walking around the room looking for clues.

"i was nice to you when i met you." you tell him, pushing on a button that opened the painting on the wall. "look, this opened."

"you really weren't nice though y/n." jake tells you, grabbing the envelope from the hole the painting revealed. "i know i mess up here and there, but calling me stupid is a little much don't you think?"

"i don't call you stupid just because of the cue cards." you mumble as you pull the key out of the envelope. "there's a keyhole over there."

"then what did i do to deserve this treatment?" jake asks, putting the key through the hole.

"for starters, when we first started mc-ing i would try to start conversations with you before the stage and you would completely ignore me. secondly, you spilled coffee on my shirt before the stage started and didn't even apologize. lastly, whenever the stage ends you just walk away without saying anything." you tell him as the door opens into another locked room.

"i don't have the energy to make small talk all the time." jake says observing the room once again.

"you can't even bring yourself to apologize, pathetic." you hiss. "get your head out of your ass jake, you're the problem here, not me."

word count: 822 thanks for reading! ♡

taglist: @whois-alexis , @hanienie , @reikofruitloops , @baldi-2 , @yelleloww , @aetzensvct , @moonshoon , @kimipxl , @shinsou-rii , @giraffeass , @ghostiiess , @ohbeomgyu [open - bolded could not be tagged]

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anulithots · 8 months

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"This was late, but hey, at least there isn't a blood warning... because Teddy bear."

Writeblr Battle Royal. Tangyuan versus Teddo.

So on this battle of @writeblrbattleroyale event hosted by @your-absent-father, we have a Teddy bear and a Cat-like being paired together. This is fine.

It's so insanely funny to me that I entered in two protagonists of mine that were very incompetent compared to my other side characters. I expected them both to die horribly. Teddo did get that fate and it was hilarious.

Also also, anyone who know how to science better than me can correct any of this. It's been a while since I reviewed my quantum physics book and I am currently under the sickness, therefore headache, therefore speedrun, therefore so many broken grammar and science rules.

Thank you so much to @flock-from-the-void for keeping this battle alive and giving the funniest responses to Teddo's nonsense. I really enjoyed this and hope Tangyuan gets the teddy bear he deserves.

TW for death.

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Teddo thrived with data. Probabilities. Statistics. Conditional statements and expected values. Teddo would even try quantum mechanics if needed, but very rarely. That whole mess of science rubbed Teddo’s fluff the wrong way. There were already too many other stuffies that used blanket lies to explain the unknown. (“The host deserves it” “It’s just nightmares, what’s so weird about it” “You should be worrying more about your playability, you haven’t been chosen by the host for months”)

Well, Teddo couldn’t understand these lies. They couldn’t play by the other’s rules. THEY MADE NO SENSE. That alone gave them the reasoning that, “If they made a bunch of nonsense that I refuse to follow, then I’ll just find the truth, the actual truth, no shortcuts or dumbing it down.” Teddo would make the unknown known. Find the answers in this mess.

And the answer?

For this?

The only thing - the only possible explanation - for the whole “in the middle of fighting a 97th percentile nightmare” to “bright, bright, bright, when did the sun get so bright?” phenomena… it had to be quantum mechanics.

Teddo hated quantum mechanics.

A bunch of unknowns and ‘could never be knowns’ and ‘ha ha good luck you’ll never figure this out because everything contradicts itself’

But, as Teddo looked at their surroundings, they could come to no other hypothesis. This was either a quantum leap or a prolonged decoherence according to the many-worlds-interpretation. But… it’s been a while since Teddo’s looked at their notes, what theories…

Teddo shook their paws. Nope. The scientific method is “do research” first, then “make a hypothesis.” Sure, this was only weird enough to be described by an equally weird branch of science, but Teddo would not go there if they didn’t have to.

So first, research and take… notes….

Where was Teddo’s research tools?

Teddo swiveled their head around, they had their… oh no was this the “chance of two 13th percentile nightmares” cardboard sword? The only nightmares these were effective against were accidentally calling the teacher “mom” and dying of embarrassment.

Other than the sword, Teddo had nothing.

Nothing.

Teddo was lost in a web of unknowns. A sea of things they couldn’t figure out. Lies. Lies. Lies. Without their records - the files and files of research Teddo had to figure this out, and they were so so close - Teddo might as well be suffocated by the lies and left behind.

Teddo pressed their paws to their eyes, shielding themself from the blinding light.

Calm down. There must be… some solution. Think clearly.

Teddo took a breath. Okay. They had to find some handhold, some…

Someone else.

There was someone else in this place.

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Tuan Tangyuan was standing here, in the middle of a white arena, a bit bored. He couldn't focus on a voice - he was occupied with tangling his ginger hair instead and mumbling about the entertainment industry. He wished that anyone would warn him about teleportation the next time around. In the end, reality shows didn't have to be that realistic.

—--

Teddo hoped their breath wasn’t shaky.

Teddo berated themself for caring what the others thought. They never thought well. But here was the hypothesis - put upon nothing at all - that this creature would believe in them, not like the stuffies back home. This one wouldn’t tell Teddo to stop searching for the truth and instead tell them to participate better in their lies.

Teddo flicked their ears. “Salutations other - hopefully living - being, do you possess any parchments? Writing utensils? They are of the utmost importance.”

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A new voice caught the attention of his fluffy cat ears. The demon listened to the question of a teddy bear, his weaving tail uncovering his curiosity. He went quickly through his pockets, not only looking for something for writing but also making sure that all of his belongings were still there. They were.

Finally, he offered the teddy bear a pencil and a violet crayon. “ Maybe you could write on the floor with the crayon?” he suggested.

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Crayon.

Well, it wouldn’t be as precise as Teddo’s meticulously sharpened pencils, (What they would do for their notes, pencils, some sense of familiarity.), but it would work.

And that was better than nothing. It was so much better than nothing.

Teddo snatched the crayon, and wrote down all the knowns, the postulates. A few conditional statements and the logic chain would hopefully result in some useful conclusions, then they could continue with the scientific method, find the absolute truths of this place, and then maybe Teddo’s metaphysical, non-existent heart would stop beating so loud.

Teddo wrote it down in a list, using arrows to different charts with further data and information. The crayon smudged a bit, but Teddo didn’t care. They wrote in a frenzy, the idea of data they could work off of intoxicating.

They must be in an arena, with the not-people in the stands (1978, give or take five.), and the other crayon giving creature… cat-like, although a definite conclusion on the species would have to wait. (Some thought in the back of Teddo’s head made a joke about Schrödinger's cat.) The host has had enough dreams about owning a cat - and enough nightmares about accidentally killing it - to give Teddo enough information to write out enough stats about their opponent… although they may need information from the cat-like being themself.

Teddo paused their frantic writing to look at their opponent. “I will need an accurate recollection of all your strengths and weaknesses.”

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Tuan Tangyuan smirked, showing his sharp teeth. Oh, this timing couldn't go to waste. “Strengths...?”

He grabbed the opponent by the back of their head. He smashed it on the floor. Violet notes got blurry.

—--

A high pitched scream filled the arena. Teddo could scream that loud? The decibel level was astounding.

Teddo’s stuffing tangled into clumps, metaphysical heart threatening to burst.

99th percentile. 99th percentile. AND all Teddo had was a freaking 12th percentile sword. Teddo bet the cat-like creature never accidentally called their teacher “mom”.

Oh, Teddo was trying to buy time from the tangled, half-formed thoughts that screamed one result. One undeniable result.

They weren’t going to win.

And, for some reason, that caused all reason to leave Teddo’s head. Like some unicorn stuffie, some pathetic unicorn stuffie, they threw the crayon at the cat’s face. (That wouldn’t do anything, the momentum was miniscule.)

Well, Teddo had only one weapon.

They bonked the cat on the head repeatedly. It wouldn’t do any damage, except for the 12.6% chance for a cardboard cu-

The sword nicked the cat’s face, a small red line that held Teddo’s only hope to survive today. And, great Eulicid, it was infinitesimally small.

—----

Tuan Tangyuan wrinkled his nose and showed his teeth once again, this time not in a smile. His claws went out. With one hand he catched the sword - the other slapped the opponent. Tiny bits of stuffing got stuck in his nails.

—-

Stuffing pooled out from the cuts. It should hurt. It should’ve hurt. Fabric torn. Insides floating to the dust below.

Teddo wouldn’t just loose. Teddo would cease to exist.

This wasn’t a nightmare. This was a real, physical fight. Teddo truly was lost. Lost in a world they could never hope to understand. Their only, futile, pathetic hope was their data.

And if that was all Teddo had, then their chance of death really was 100%.

It was at this moment that all sense of reason spilled out of Teddo, mixed with the lost stuffing.

Teddo yanked the sword from the cat’s grip. It tore to a jagged lump, barely 2nd percentile worthy. They proceeded to take this useless piece of cardboard and stab the cat’s foot.

Teddo couldn’t cry, but they wanted to. “DIE, DIE, DIE, DIE.”

They only delayed some inevitable result.

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For a good moment, he was so confused he couldn't move. He was staring and stuffing coming out of the bear. He was expecting blood - but this seemed like more fun! He had to obliterate them. Yet, every time he tried to catch them, they somehow managed to escape. He had to jump and tear, and kick, and generally have the time of his life to finally get them in his hands. Giving it no thought at all, he bit the bear and then laughed with his mouth full of material. This! Was! So! Exciting! Every stitch had to be cut, and every bit of the bear's body had to be covered in holes.

Half an hour later, Tuan Tangyuan was lying on the ground smiling, finally somewhat satisfied. The area was covered in the stuffing. He got up, collected everything he had lost during the ecstasy and bowed. After getting back home, he had to buy one of those teddy bears for himself.

#writeblr battle royale #Teddo the nightmare warrior #Tangyuan #Oc's battle to the death

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locally339 · 2 years

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feeling like i should at least explain this shitty ass drama I've been in for the last who knows long before NuggetB0iYT comes after me with his gang or whatever you want to call it. more or less, this just feels like someone trying to milk the fuck out of things that aren't even worth riling up anyone over in my opinion.

for all i know this happened a few months ago and my memory is often foggy over things like this so this is as much as i can remember clearly about what happened to me, my friends, and even my boyfriend.

i was on discord, in my boyfriend's server (we weren't dating yet) and i was just hanging out with some friends. the server was always nearly quiet due to Nugget spamming mute on literally anyone he could, but we eventually moved on from that.

for what i know, SpacyQuaser5617 was his favorite to harass. almost daily i could see Nugget talking about things like how Spacy is a baby or how he'd like to hurt him. nearly pushed him to suicide but in the end, Spacy was still alive, and everyone eventually moved on from that (now that im thinking about it i should have tried to help Spacy before he blocked me for whatever reason)

I was in a bad mood at the time and nothing was really helping to calm me down or whatever so I dm'ed a few people, and then I went to the server I usually went before it was deleted by Nugget.

Spacy's 1 week mute had finally expired, and he actually got to speak for a minute. all he says before probably being muted again was something like "i'm back"

Nugget is online and just responds with "welcome to hell"

all I said in response to that was just 8 simple words, and thats what set off the ticking timebomb.

"well, with you here, I can see why"

and I ended up getting backlash after backlash for that. random dms from random people that were most likely alt accounts of him and his friends, and some of the people i knew well weren't spared the backlash either. I swear I saw a channel celebrating one of my friends getting really sick as well.

sometime when I started dating my current boyfriend, videos started surfacing about him harassing someone in perfect English.

it was obviously sketchy with some of the claims.

1. the harassment claims were weird because he was speaking proper english, correct grammar and everything despite him at the time not knowing English that well. (he is Brazilian)

2. the rule 34 accusations seemed more like an inside joke that went too far instead of something to be taken seriously. (if anyone really has any proof William Cat draws rule 34 could you please link here? the one image he has on rule 34 doesn't count since it doesn't match any of his artstyles.)

3. him forcing a relationship on two people that i have looked up countless times and don't show any results. maybe they do exist but there was no proof that i could find of this being real so for now this stays debunked.

there is a few more things i would like to point out, for anyone really looking for some proper dirt on Nugget, but i can't prove too much as usually when he does this kind of thing, it's gone before i can screenshot it.

he has posted NSFW art of bob x opheebop in a server with mostly minors.

he has (if you already haven't gotten the hint) harassed multiple people over and over again, me being one of the victims obviously.

and he has drawn some questionable art of characters, minor characters. (i only have one image but if you ask around there might be a few more people who have more proof than i do)

one more thing to address, he has attempted to try and resolve this, but all he said was the equivalent of that he's black and i'm not.

do whatever you want with this information. if you're gonna take my side, go ahead. if you're gonna take Nuggets side, all i can say is good luck defending someone who's only excuse of why he should keep doing things like this is that he's black. there's a lot more to be addressed, but that's all i can remember. you can dm me on Twitter for the proof. till then i feel like I've said enough.

Locally_Blob is my Twitter username. dm me and if im awake i'll show you the proof.

this probably won't go anywhere as always, but i don't really care if it does anymore. I've tried again and again but it always just vanishes from whatever i post it on. so thanks to whoever keeps spam reporting it to make it disappear or whatever is going on just to protect someone who really needs a wake-up call at this point.

if Nugget can expose my boyfriend for things that happened half a year ago, i can expose Nugget for things that happened half a year ago.

locally339 signing off. goodnight.

#explanation #controversy #blobsona #discord stuff #call out #long reads #i swear i'm not making this up

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mendesblurb · 2 years

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Request: PLEASE JUST DO ONE WITH STRADDLING SHAWN (Smut)

Him & I

Shawn Mendes x female reader

Warning: fluff & SMUT, maybe grammar error and maybe some punctuation errors.

It was just another random Friday night and you have no idea how you end up doing this ridiculous game with him. Maybe you could easily blame the two glasses of wine both of you had before and after the dinner.

“The rules are very simple, Y/N,“ Shawn explained. “For every answer you get right, I lose a piece of clothing. For every answer you get wrong…”

“I strip?” You replied, a wicked smile spreading across your face as the thought of your boyfriend spread out naked before you would be the definition of yum yum.

“My girlfriend is a genius.” he smiled. “So, I take it that’s a deal on the rules?” He held out his hand.

“It’s a hell yeah, for me.” You grasped his hand firmly and nodded your head.

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“Let’s not get too confident, baby.”

“Awww, Honey,” you said teasingly . “Are you that afraid that you will lose?”

“How bold of you to assume I’ll be butt naked first at this game.”

“Well then, I’ll gladly give you a head start.” You say as you crossed your arms and pulled your shirt over your head, throwing it to the side of the room as you take a sit before him proudly displaying your black lace bra. “Just because I’m a generous person.” You winked.

Game on, you thought as Shawn began scrolling his set of questions at his phone, his fingers tapping his lips as he pondered the first question. “Name the place of our first kiss.”

“Really? That’s your first question?” You said, rolling your eyes at the simplicity of it. “I believe it was here aka your lovely condo, I now call my second home.”

Without a word, Shawn reached down to take off one sock.

“It’s better to give a little sneak peek first.” He said when he saw you raise an eyebrow.

“What are my favourite tv shows to watch whenever I’m on a plane or just chilling at home?”

“Grey’s Anatomy, I suppose.” You replied, sitting down further on the couch.

Your arms stretched out wide as you thrust out your chest, taking secret pleasure at the way his eyes darkened at the sight of you with no shirt.

“Well to further clarify, maybe you also have a thing for Lost and The 100.” So now, Shirt off Mendes.” You commanded.

Shawn simply smiles, hands unfastened the buttons of his shirt so slowly and teasingly that you just growled at the delay. You shook your head at the cotton t-shirt he was wearing underneath.

“Being a tease are we?”

“Nothing personal, just making you work for it,” he sneered before asking,“Name the year and place we first met?”

“Are you even trying to make it hard?” you complained. “We first met in 2015 and it was at a party hosted by Brian. Now if you please, take your pants off, Mendes.”

With a smirk, he unbuttoned and unzipped the pants, But didn’t take them off.

“Hold up, Woman” he smirked.”what about the location of our first date?”

“Oh, please,” you waved your hand dismissively. “It’s obviously … (insert your favourite restaurant).”

He nodded, looking pleased as he got up to remove his pants and the one remaining sock, throwing both off to the side before sitting across from you again only wearing his underwear and cotton shirt.

“Lay down on the couch,” you ordered.

“Getting impatient?” he scoffed, staying where he was. “You have a long way to go before I say we’re done. Now, try to name all my tattoos.”

“The guitar, something about an illuminate lightbulb, elephant, swallow, number 8, something about a stick man doing meditation, butterfly, the letter A, Aaliyah’s first and middle name, wonder, little sunflower, good boy and fe.” You bit out your lip as try to answer and your eyes couldn’t help but drift to the front of his boxer briefs.

“You forgot one,” he said, taking pleasure in the way your eyes snapped to him, blazing with affront. That look alone was enough to almost make him abandon the game. Almost.

“The Good luck one.” he clarified. “You know the rules. Pants . Off. Now.”

“What kind of person gets a tattoo with the words good luck and it is placed where you can’t even see it when you need it.” You protested.

“Unfortunately whether you like the words or the placement, it’s already done.”

“Dammit,” you cursed.

“Rules are rules, honey,” he warned. “Strip!”

Turned on with every passing second as he glared at you with those magnetic brown eyes, You stood up and made quick work of unbuttoning your pants.

You sat back down, in front of him in a bra and underwear, smirking at the way his eyes narrowed and glued when you deliberately traced one finger down your body. Starting at the base of your throat, his eyes followed your hand as it slowly travelled down the valley between your breasts, past the belly button and then finally coming to rest at the juncture between your thighs.

“See something you want?” You tease. “Ask your next question and then lose that shirt.”

“Getting confident, are we?” he responded, raising one eyebrow when you closed the distance between your faces.

“My memory is pretty good,” you said, fingers teasing the band of his briefs. “I think I can ace the next set of questions, don’t you think so?”

“Name all my albums, and also sort it by the year it was released.”

You laughed out loud at the question. Remembering how you were definitely there during his recording sessions and he always asks for title suggestions from you.

“Handwritten 2015, illuminate 2016, live at Madison Square 2016, MTV unplugged 2017, Shawn Mendes 2018 and Wonder 2020.” You said confidently, tugging the hem of his shirt to help him pull it over this head.

“Fuck the game.” He smiles and flops onto his back, pulling you on top of him. You lean down to kiss him, rubbing your thumb along his cheek.

He gave in, melting into the kiss, his arms coming up and wrapping around your exposed back.

Your hands traced along him, both your bodies so close to each other. “Good, God.” he said, his eyes never leaving yours. You blushed as his hands stayed gripped on your hips.

You placed delicate kisses along his cheek, lips, jaw and up to his neck. Your hands, tracing patterns at his chest. You look up to kiss him again, his hands reaching up and removing your bra.

Your hand reached down and traced him over his boxers. He moaned in the kiss and starts using his arms to guide you down. You grinded on top of him, you could feel him hardening beneath you.

He pulled his boxers down slightly, exposing himself to you and you slid your own underwear to the side. You lined yourself up with him, still kissing his lips, and slid down. You both moaned into the kiss as he filled you completely.

You stayed there for a moment as he kissed your neck. His arms were around you, holding you close to his chest, your bodies tangled together. “Y/N, if you don’t move, I swear to g-” You began bouncing on top of him, your hands resting on his chest. You move slowly, going up and down, his hand on you helping you as you went.

“Ugh, god-” He growled into your ear. You felt his hands tracing along your back, his grip around you tightening. You went faster, riding him entirely. His arms tried to pull you back into him harder, both of you gasped for breath.

“Shawn, I’m already close,” you said. “It’s okay- ugh- me too,” he said breathlessly.

Shawn was a mess, already losing control as you rode him up and down. Your head flung backwards as you felt him hit your g-spot. You were going as fast as you could now, both of you letting moans and groans leave your mouth.

“Fuck- Shawn” you moaned. “I’m gonna-” He growled back.

You feel your entire core heat up, walls tighten, and legs begin to shake as Shawn finishes himself in you. The feeling caused you to climax as well. You stayed like that for sometime, choosing to still ride him to keep the high going. When you finally stopped, Shawn slips an arm around you, and you pillow your head on his chest.

Shawn then drapes a heavy blanket over from the back of the couch and drops it over you both before holding you closer, both of your chests going up and down rapidly. His hand was rubbing circles on your arm, another hand tracing your hair and his voice vibrating your face as he spoke, “We should play that game more often,”

“Definitely.” You replied, which caused both you to laugh and dissolved into endless giggles.

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Les Amis as languages

oh damn oh damn oh damn

(i’m aware you asked me this like 3 years ago but i never check my drafts i’m so sorry)

Enjolras - French: ok, you know this babe is gonna be French. like, it’s Enjolras, come on. but also, looking at it from a non-french perspective, while i’ve been learning french, there are some simple phrases that if you translated them to english, it would sound really sexual when it isn’t, which i think fits enjolras. also he’s such a passionate person so giving him the language of love just fits, though i do have some aro!enj headcanons so maybe the love thing isn’t exactly right but i also have homoromantic headcanons that fit this better tho

Combeferre - German: ok lemme explain. german is a very logical language with a thought out grammar structure and long words that make sense when you break them down (pet = haustier = house + animal), and while people think of it as a harsh language, it’s really cute and calming once you like it (also yes, i love combeferre and i’m totally projecting my love of my family’s language on him)

Courfeyrac - Italian: tbh i don’t actually know any italian but i love hearing it because it always makes me feel happy and energetic which is the vibe i get from courfeyrac, and also, there’s so many types of italian and i think courf is the type of person to say things and all his friends are like ‘i know we’re all speaking the same language, but what did you even say’

Jehan - English: one thing i will always associate english with is the influence of other languages. there’s so many borrowed words and sayings that it’s just influenced by others. i think Jehan takes little things from their friends because they love their friends so much ;_; also english is weird? like i live in the us and i learn things about my native language that just weird me out, which reflects jehan’s quirky outfits

Joly - Latin: i think joly would be latin because of its scientific uses and being the base for a lot of languages. as joly is a medical student, i think this would be really useful for him. as for the being the base of stuff, i think with his relationship with bossuet and musichetta, and also grantaire, he’s a very grounding force that influences a lot of people without people realizing it until they take a proper look.

Bossuet - Spanish: i see bossuet as a very open and vibrant person, and that’s what spanish is to me. it’s a very easy language to learn which i think would be good for bossuet because with his luck, or should i say lack of luck, he needs to make as little accidental innuendos as he can and i think with spanish he’d be the best off with that. also spanish is a very common language in the world, with almost all of central and south america speaking it, and spain itself, so i think with bossuets kindness and openness, it only fits for a very international language

Feuilly - Polish: so i don’t think i need to go too in depth about this one, feuilly has a canonical love for poland so of all the amis to be the polish language, it’s gotta be him. also my last name is polish (like VERY polish) because i’m half polish, so i know just how intimidating the language is to english and french speakers, it’s very different from the two because it’s a slavic language which is a whole different set of rules than germanic or romance languages so i think feuilly would want a challenge (feuilly will just let his friends gawk at his language skills)

Bahorel - Russian: i like bahorel as russian because i see him as this tough muscular boxer with a heart of gold. russian is often portrayed as the language of “the bad guys” in western media because of the cold war, but it’s actually a very nice language that has a shared history with the countries around it. it can be harsh when it wants to, but it can also be so lyrical. also, the writing system is different and i think bahorel would get a kick out of those posts that show people trying to write in english while using the cyrillic alphabet and then people who know cyrillic showing the actual pronunciation and it’s just utter gibberish

Grantaire - Mandarin Chinese: so i think that grantaire would be mandarin because it’s a very complex language based on tones and inflection and based on grantaire’s like 3 page long speeches in the book, i can only associate him with something that can be easily misinterpreted if you get the tone wrong. i think that fits grantaire a lot because his character is something so complex with his own beliefs vs his love for enjolras. also because this is a type of chinese, i have to talk about the absolutely FASCINATING history of china that westerners just… don’t learn about? and when we do it’s only in later school years and it’s not in depth. i think grantaire is kinda overlooked like that. i would like to say that this has nothing to do with how grantaire is described as ugly, i find mandarin absolutely stunning, i love all languages, so i’m not saying that mandarin is ugly just because grantaire is

(ren i’m so sorry this took so long to answer i promise it’s been hanging over me for like 3 years 😭😭😭)

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tendousthoughts · 3 years

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HQ Boys Calling Their S/O Clingy Pt. 3

Character(s) included: Sakusa & Oikawa

Warnings: Cursing, fainting, and mention of blood

A/N: Uh wow thank you- I’ve decided to make a pt. 3! Unlike part one and part two it will all be in one day! Idk I was seeing it become kinda repetitive so I’ve decided to change it up a bit! If you want any other hq boy go ahead and request! Please read the rules first though thank you! Ignore my terrible spelling and grammar. Reblogs/follows/likes are all greatly appreciated!

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Sakusa

This was Sakusa's chance to show his family members and old team how much he had grown. He was kinda worried and you could tell. You made your over softly resting a kiss on his nose.

“You’ll be great bab-” he cuts you off.

“Y/n, can you let me practice in peace?” He bit his lip before returning to practicing.

“Oh ya.. so-” he turns to you.

“Do you know what let me practice in peace means? Or are you so fucking clingy, that you need me to tell you to get the fuck away from me? This is my shot to show them how much I have improved and I don’t need a pestaround to fuck it up!” He shouts, everyone on the team can hear him scold you for no reason. Looking around their eyes are full of disgust towards Sakusa. Your eyes feel watery as you head to the bleachers to grab your stuff. Atsumu runs up to you.

“Hey y/n.. um can you stay for me? My brother is coming and I don’t want to let my team down and um..” he wasn’t sure what to say. You bit your lip before hugging him tightly.

“Hey, you're going to do great okay? No need to worry about screwing up anything, you're on the MSBY for god sake..” you whisper softly into his ear.

“Thanks.. but can you please stay..? You can leave afterward but just for the game if you don’t mind..?” He looked desperate to be honest, he was annoyed how Sakusa had treated you and felt like you deserved better.

“I guess.. imma head to the vending machine for now, you want anything?” You let go of him. Sakusa is watching you two and you don’t spare him a glance.

“Um... can you get me anything? Your favorite snack?” He smiled softly and your thoughts of what Sakusa had said to you melted off and you giggled a bit.

“Ya I’ll go grab it,” you grab some cash. Atsumu ran off, and just to grab some money before.

“Here for my stuff,” he smiled trying to hand it to you.

“Don’t worry about it, I’ll pay it isn’t that costly and you made my day sooo,” he chuckles softly before giving you a soft thumbs up and you start to walk to the vending machine.

“Hey Atsumu back off,” Sakusa mumbled.

“What?” Atsumu looked over. “I’m sorry that you're going against past teammates and family like the rest of us. I’m sorry that y/n was trying to comfort you yet you pushed them off, I mean them just trying to help is annoying to you. God. I mean I wish I had someone who cared about me like how y/n cares about you. I hope you know there are many people who would have left you if you did that to them, and frankly I don’t understand why they are still with you assuming that you have done that before.” He bit his lip. By the time his rant was over you were back, the vending machine not too far away you heard everything.

You waited a minute before walking back. “Hey I got the snack, sorry if you don’t like it” you smile before handing him the snack.

“I’m pretty sure I’ll like it but don’t worry about it.” He chuckles, Sakusa giving him a death glare.

“Okay well good luck! You’ll do amazing so don’t worry about it, I’ll be watching,” you go and sit on the bleachers. Using your phone until the match begins.

Unsurprisingly they won. Whenever Atsumu made a good set or a good setter dump you cheered and gave him smiles. Sakusa on the other hand it was almost as if he was invincible. You didn’t wanna be“clingy” and “a pest”. Every so often you could see Sakusa's eyes land on you trying to see if you noticed his amazing talent. Of course you did, of course you were proud. Why wouldn’t you be? But his words still hurt and you couldn’t give him the ability to talk to you like that you couldn’t give him the ability to think it was okay to talk to you like that.

You ran up to Atsumu “see I told you! Nothing to be afraid of,” you giggle a bit smiling. Sakusa was talking to his cousin explaining what happened, feeling terrible.

“Thank you y/n,” he chuckles and talks for like twenty minutes. “My brother said he will pay for lunch, you wanna come?” You glance over to Sakusa, before accepting.

“Ya sure,” you smile as all of you head to the bus. You sit next to Atsumu and Osamu the whole time ignoring Sakusa.

After lunch everyone said their goodbyes and you made sure to have both Atsumu’s and Osamu’s number saved. When you guys got back to the apartment you began to work.

“Y.. y/n?” You look over at the sound of your name.

“Yes?” You didn’t have the gut to be mean to him using a calming voice.

“Um.. Can we-” you cut him off.

“Sakusa I don’t wanna speak to you at the moment, okay? Can I have some space please.” You mumbled typing away on your computer.

“Sorry but I wanna-” you cut him off once again.

“I said I need space. I don’t need you to be clingy right now.” You mumbled as you type.

He waited behind you on the bed sniffling softly as tears brimmed his eyes. “You're not going to leave me right.. I’m sorry I didn’t mean too..” he sniffed again. “I’m really sorry y/n.. your the best thing that ever happened please don’t leave me.” You turned around annoyed that he kept bugging you but as you saw the tears you got up going onto the bed.

You hug him softly as he holds on to you tightly crying softly. You lay down next to him as you hold each other. Sakusa hides his head in your chest as he cries a bit. You rubbed his back softly as tears fell from his eyes. “Hey baby.. it is going to be okay I got you... I’m not going anywhere I promise. We aren’t breaking up or anything okay?”

He slightly shakes his head, “I’m sorry...” he mumbles.

“I know.. please don’t do it again you embarrassed me in front of everyone... I was just trying to help,” you whisper.

“I won’t..” he closed his eyes.

“You did amazing by the way baby..” you mumble knowing how Sakusa is. You know the fact you didn’t say or do anything with him afterwards is eating him up.

“You were watching..?” You know he is smiling by the sound of his voice.

“Of course babe.. I told you, you had nothing to worry about.. you were amazing,” you smile as he relaxes a bit letting go of the tight hold and just enjoys you hugging him.

“Thank you...” he mumbles falling asleep. “I love you y/n...”

He falls asleep before you can respond but you still whisper, “goodnight my love..”

Oikawa

“What the hell was that?” Oikawa shouted from the room away.

“Nothing!” You tried to sweep up the glass quickly with your hands.

“What the fuck are you doing!” He pushed your hands away grabbing the broom, “can you stop making messes please?”

“I didn’t mean to, I just knew that you needed to do a few things and I thought I could help.. like I finished the dishes.. other than this one. I also watered the plants and did the laundry..” you try to smile, your hands slightly bleeding.

“Well can you stop? I understand your clingy and you want me to be with you every fucking moment of the day,” he looked at you angrily. “But this just makes so much more fucking work for me!”

“I didn’t mean too..” you whisper.

“Of course you didn’t! I mean why would you? Your sooo amazing and the whole world needs to forgive every fucking mistake you do because, ‘I didn’t mean too’!” He looks at you. “I mean seriously can you be any more of a fuck up?”

“What..?” You whisper as tears roll down your face.

“You clingy shit, can you be more of a fuck up? I mean seriously you messed up my work earlier because you wanted to ‘help organize it’ and you broke the glass, and you wouldn’t leave me alone all fucking day! Tōru this and Tōru that! I mean seriously, why the fuck am I dating you?” Everything was going blank for you as tears rolled down your face.

“Please stop..” you whisper.

“What? Telling you the fucking truth?” Oikawa looked at you now noticing how pale you were looking.

“I’m sorry.. I’m sorry.. I..I’m sor-” you kept whispering as everything went blank.

When you woke up Oikawa was holding you tight. “Shit y/n.. I’m sorry.” He mumbled holding you tight tears rolling down his face.

“What..?” You were looking around trying to get a hold of your surroundings.

“Please don’t leave me.. I was really stressed about everything and I didn’t mean to take it out on you.. I know you just wanted to hang out and I was being a dick.. please I’m sorry..” he hugs on tight.

“I..it is okay babe, I know you didn’t mean too.. but please don’t do it again..?” You tear up, “I was just trying to help because I knew you were stressed and I thought it might help. Clearly it didn’t and I won’t do anything without your permission again but please next time don’t yell..”

“Of course.. and you were doing any bad it was my fault you were being really helpful.. I should have appreciated it and not yelled..” he whispers. “I mean seriously I was being an ass.. you were just trying to be nice to me and then I had to come in and fuck it up. Your so fucking amazing and I’m sorry. I shouldn’t have called you those names or even mention you being clingy. I know you hate when you're called that.. and I should have stopped.. I shouldn’t have even done it in the first place. Your my fucking everything and I fucked that up...”

“It is okay.. you can do your work now I’m just a bit tired so I’m going to sleep.” You kiss his head.

“No i wanna sleep with you right now..” he whined softly.

“Okay.. I love you Tōru..” you mumble closing your eyes.

“I love you too.. y/n” he whispers in your ear before closing his own eyes.

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evandearest · 3 years

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The Garden of Eden | Part IV: Betrayal

Pairing: James March x reader (you) | ~Part: (4/4)~

Summary (Part Four): Warnings are to be remembered, although most stored away for future use only to be forgotten. Cycles repeat to teach lessons; to warn of future events. Threats may remain even if not for the blind eye to see. However, ignorance might be the biggest threat of all.

Warnings (in this part): murder, blood, death, poison, religious twists, dark themes

Word Count: 5,018 (haha this part ended up with the most words... to end it off I suppose!)

Notes: This is the last part of the Garden of Eden! I just want to say thank you to all who read - especially @etoile-writings , for supporting me. Please go check out her series Adam and Eve, as it is a literary masterpiece and she deserves so much recognition.

I have seriously had so much fun writing this - it really has been my pleasure. I also want to apologize to all those who may have been waiting for awhile for the final part! Disclaimer: I tried my best to edit the grammar and everything in this but this is the best I could do! I hope there’s not many mistakes I may have missed. Please ask any questions and give me all your comments about this finale - I’d love to hear any and all thoughts! I also hope everyone is safe, healthy, and happy :) Feel free to send in other requests, whether it be AHS or Supernatural.

Also a heads up - keep a look out for the final review and analysis if you are interested. It is still in progress but it should be out within a couple of days at best.

A few side notes - the Countess and James are still legally married here, as they are in the show, but in this situation it is only because they haven’t gotten the chance to divorce. This part may seem to have very long sentences, but I just wanted to let you guys know that it is a writing technique that I used to create mood, tone, and theme. That’s all, thanks!

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Something about the young couple in the bar had your mind reeling. Their hands remained interlocked on the table, both of them staring at one another with all the joy and adoration that only true love can bring. Their relationship was new and exciting. The honeymoon phase was always so perfect. You remembered how that had felt with James; so invigoratingly energizing. It was enough to make you feel as if you ruled the world; love blinding a vision of truth. It was, for many years, what you had considered paradise to be.

Paradise.

You realized now that it never had been perfect with you and James. There were so many things standing in the way, so many hidden threats. When you were younger, it had been your parents and their obsessive need to marry you off like an object to a rich man. Even as he had began his journey to success, James’ social status as new money hadn’t seemed good enough to them. When you had first gotten back with James only just around a month ago, you had thought that you’d conquered everything. You had been blind to the truth which was right in front of you once again. You should have expected some kind of change in James. It was inevitable, after all that time spent apart.

But now, however, right at this present moment... well, now, everything was out in the open. Now, you and James truly understood one another. Now there really was nothing in your way. You could see no obstacles ahead, no threat, so long as James was by your side. All you saw was James, and all that clouded your mind was your admiration and devotion to him. He was your everything; your soulmate, your leader, your God. He had dragged you from the fire and brought your paradise back to you; good, true, and everlasting this time around. Your precious Garden of Eden, controlled by none other but you and your God.

Your God; who had been the utmost of clever in his recent schemes. He’d been outraged when he did it, but it wasn’t to say that he wasn’t brilliant. He was of excellent prosecution; his statement out in the open and clear. A Sunday morning: police finding piles of dead bodies compiled with numerous copies of nothing other than the book of God himself. It was sadistic and morbid, but it was perfect. It was everything that James needed to say. He was on the verge of something momentously renowned.

Once James was finished, no one would ever forget his message: religion was the worst thing to happen to society. It controlled the will of man, when truly nothing in creation could stop anything. Everyone was put equal on the Earth to sin, to live in the most pleasurable way.

It was the entire reason Adam and Eve had been cast down. They were sinners, except the garden was a place controlled by God’s rules. They had wanted to control their own lives, so God banished them to Earth. James, however, had created his own paradise; his own Garden of Eden. He had climbed so far above all other men that he now controlled the garden. He had to prove to others the ridiculousness of holiness--for all were meant to sin. Religion was, essentially, suppression. To some, it may seem horrible, but to you, it was art. A simple expression of belief that most didn’t understand.

Voices floated into your ears, startling you out of your thoughts. Soft echoes through the lobby of your beloved’s name piqued your interest, your feet immediately carrying you to the railing without much thought. You left your drink on the bar’s counter--still full, but long forgotten. Your eyes landed on four men clad in black suits, shiny gold badges on their shoulders reflecting light from the chandeliers above. You scanned the area, noticing a certain maid standing close by, listening in, much like you were.

“We have suspicion based upon evidence that Mr. March was involved in the murder this past Sunday. We have already taken the time to get a warrant for his arrest,” one of the officers explained to the receptionist at the front desk. Time seemed to take a standstill, your heart seeming to stop completely as your brain registered the man’s words. No, this couldn’t be happening.

The cycle was repeating again. They were trying to tear you apart again.

You didn’t understand how this could’ve happened. He said he was careful, and you could never see James making a mistake with something this important. He was detail-oriented, his brain practically ran off of the certainty of perfectionism. He would never let a small mistake ruin everything for him.

The entire empire he’d built, and everything you’d rebuilt, was about to be destroyed all over again.

Your body seemed to catch up with your mind as you sprung into action. You twisted around, your feet pushing you forward only to come to a halt at the close proximity of the once unknown presence behind you. Your eyes widened, a sharp breath escaping your lips at the stop you made compared to your sudden momentum. You stared into the eyes of none other than The Countess, clad in only the most extravagant clothing and makeup.

“That’ll be a hard one to get out of,” she said, although her face was seemingly expressionless. You stared at her, your frenzied brain jumping to the first conclusion you could make.

“Did you...” you trailed off, your breathing suddenly heavy. James couldn’t have made the mistake, so that means that somebody else had to of given the police some kind of tip in order for them to seek James out. The woman standing before you was quite possibly the number one suspect. “Did you do this?” Your voice held tones of disbelief and anger.

Would Elizabeth really go to such extent when she hadn’t even expressed a major disliking? She hadn’t talked to you at all since that first time, in fact the only interactions you’d had with one another were passing glances. She’d seemed to have just steered clear of anything to do with you or James. You had no idea what she had thought, but you had supposed that she didn’t care about you and James, otherwise she would have spoke her concerns. Had you been wrong about her? Could a simple mistake end it all over again? Elizabeth scoffed, her face hardening.

“Oh God no...” she said wryly, a small sarcastic grin forming on her lips as she looked at you quizzically, “what would I get out of it now? As I am still his present wife, I don’t need James dead to use his money. And besides, now that he has you he no longer bothers me.” She was smug as she spoke to you. She grinned, all teeth and mischief, her eyes sparkling. “It’s a winning situation for the both of us if you ask me.” She paused, her grin falling slightly as her gaze wondered off to peer down into the lobby.

“I could bet I know who the rat is, though,” She said, turning back to you. “I’m wagering it’s his loyal minion. That poor woman has been in love with James since the beginning of time.” She paused, her eyes intense as they rested on your face. “And based on your expression you think so too.” She smiled at you and then turned, walking slowly away from you. “Good luck,” she called back to you without turning around, your eyes watching her back as she went.

You stood contemplating her words for a moment. Elizabeth was smart and straightforward, and from what you could tell if she had a problem she would speak her mind. And what she had said made sense. Miss Evers was in love with James, but her love was unrequited, and that’s why she constantly seemed at odds with you. She could never even have a chance to be with him, so long as you were around.

Your feet carried you quickly as you raced to the elevator. The police were still conversing with the receptionist, but you knew it was only a matter of time before they found out where James was. You recalled a conversation you’d had with him in the morning, concluding that he had to be caught up attending to his hobby.

The police would find him in his office, in the middle of his business, and it would all be over. He would be taken from you once again.

You didn’t even knock upon arriving; you opened the door and closed it quickly behind you. You turned to face James, in all his blood-covered, god-like glory. You took in the scene of James’ office quickly, your eyes tracing over every detail. A large bin sat in the center of the room, a rugged corpse contained within it. James had been busying himself with pouring a substance over the body, of which could only be acid, as it had sizzled upon impact with the dead man’s skin. At your arrival, James halted his methods in confusion.

Several items were scattered across the floor, one of which catching your interest. The glass of the vase; a damp spot surrounding the area where the unaltered mess remained. The roses remained too, the petals wilting from lack of nourishment. You paused, your mind trying to puzzle out their unmoved position. Miss Evers had to have been in here since last night, so why wouldn’t she move them? She might have been scheming, but she was extremely adamant on being neat when it came to James’ specific rooms. You couldn’t see her ignoring it, and yet here it was sitting puzzlingly. You were caught off guard for a reason not entirely known to you. Something about their appearance had you alarmed, a string of words suddenly ringing out in your head; perhaps a memory brought to the surface.

“If you betray the rose, the rose no longer profits you.”

The old woman was suddenly prevalent in your mind, her warning dawning upon you, your heartbeat stuttering at the looming echo of her words. James was waiting for you to explain yourself--the police were coming--Miss Evers had betrayed you--everything you and James had worked so hard for was crumbling down around you. Your heartbeat was fast, the pulse beating quickly, perhaps the reason for the pounding in your head.

You looked James in the eyes, studying his features. He was so handsome--even before you knew him, that day in the garden when you had first seen him--you had marveled at his beauty. And that was before he’d become such a man; his features sharp and masculine, beautifully sculpted by the gods. His dark brown eyes and hair, so dull yet so prominent--a symbol of his darkness. You could stare at him for eternity and never bore, your love for him everlasting.

And yet, here you were at the end with no escape, hell a threat once again hanging above your heads, looming just around the corner. Just a few more minutes and everything would be over. Just a few more minutes and you’d be lost again, stranded without your guide; your purpose--your God.

“James,” you gasped, stumbling slightly as you made your way to him. You’d just managed to get to him before you fell over slightly, your arms reaching out to grasp onto his tightly. He caught you, keeping you level as his face filled with concern. The pounding in your head was intense, beginning to drown out your thoughts and quicken your breath.

“Darling, tell me--what is it?” James demanded, his voice panic-stricken. He lifted your chin to look you in the eyes, his widened orbs meeting yours with intensity.

“I-it’s--the- the police,” you barely managed to get the words out, clinging onto James like he was your lifeline. Nothing seemed right; your thoughts suddenly taking too long to form into words, your breathing heavy, vision blurry, and it was becoming much harder to stand. What was happening? You stared into James eyes, shifting all your focus into him. “They’re here to arrest you.” One hand gripped his arm firmly as you brought the other to rest upon his cheekbone, leaning chest to chest as your body began to collapse into him. He held you steady, forever the one and only thing to truly support you. “They’re going to take you from me,” you sobbed, an onslaught of tears overcoming you. “Again,” you cried quietly, gasping for air.

The door opened, your heart skipping a beat at the intrusion, your mind going straight to the thought of the police. Your eyes landed on Miss Evers instead, confusion settling on you once again. She’d gotten what she wanted, hadn’t she? Why was she here now, to prove something? You wished you had the strength to question her, to say anything, but everything felt heavier and heavier as more time passed.

“Tell me,” James barked at her just as she’d closed and locked the door, “what in all creation is happening? Speak right this instant, and quickly.”

“The police are here,” Miss Evers explained, James grip on you tightening as you leaned onto him for support. He glanced down at you, worry glinting in his eyes as you just barely managed to look up at him.

“Darling,” he whispered, “what is happening? Are you ill?” A moment of silence passed as you tried to respond, your mouth opening but no words becoming audible. A moment of silence passed, the only action being James assessing you. Your words couldn’t seem to form, a burning spreading through your entire body. It was unlike anything you’d ever felt. You began to wonder yourself if you were somehow ill.

“It was supposed to be me!”

The maid across the room suddenly shrieked, desperation clouding her judgement as she flung her arms up in the air. “I was the one for you!” She sobbed, stumbling slightly as an expression of hurt formed upon her face. “I always loved you, and these women--they never did! They used you, and I always cared!” James eyes widened, shock coming across his features. He stared at the woman, contemplating her words.

“But you never saw,” the woman said sadly, her head hanging in shame before her face went emotionless. “And so I did the only thing I could.” She looked at him, dead in the eye, a type of malice suddenly overcoming her. “You’d be surprised how easy it was.” Her eyes settled upon your frame, your head moving slowly to get a glance at her. You stared, blinking rapidly as your vision faded in and out. You could barely comprehend what she was saying, but you felt as James’ breath quickened. It was taking all of your willpower to stay awake--you needed to, for James.

“What?” he stated, his voice deeper than you’d ever heard it, a rage within his eyes even you had never seen before as he stared at her. He was tense, as hard as a rock, glaring daggers at the woman who had seemingly betrayed him.

“I--,” Miss Evers hesitated, obviously intimidated by his fury, but decided to continue. “I’ve found that you have a secret stash of cyanide in the bar.” She faltered once again, her eyes shifting away from James and to the floor. “I wanted us to be together, and she-” she pointed at you, “-she was always in it for the money! They all are, all but me!” She burst into tears, falling onto her knees in hysterics. Your eyebrows furrowed as you racked your brain to gather all of the information. She poisoned you at the bar. You remembered brief flashbacks of the one tiny sip you’d taken of your previously forgotten drink.

James seemed to be shaking as he gently moved you to sit in a chair by the wall, turning away from you for only a moment. Your eyelids began to flutter as sleep beckoned you, visions of James’ movement around the room the only thing to hold your focus. A loud pop suddenly reverberated off of the walls as it rang out, causing you to sit up slightly from your slouched posture, your eyelids flying open to search for the source. James stood over the body of his betrayer, smoking gun resting within his palm.

You felt so weak, your thoughts jumbled, unable to focus on only one. Only now you knew it wasn’t just an overreaction. You’d only taken a mere sip of the drink from the bar, but you supposed now that it had been enough for the poison to go into effect. You wondered briefly how she’d gotten the cyanide into the drink in the first place, and exactly how much she had put in for it to have such a potent effect on your body.

Your eyes traveled to her corpse, and to the fresh blood splattered across the wall from the headshot. You blinked, barely registering what had just occurred before you. You were too dazed to process the incident, even if you understood what had occurred subconsciously. Relief was the only thing you felt; relief for one less thing to worry about standing between you and James.

Eyes shifting slightly to the left, you stared at the browning roses, the sweet old lady’s warning once again echoing, a distant memory brought to the surface of your mind. James crouched in front of you, suddenly the only thing in line of sight, his lips moving but you couldn’t hear his voice over your own in your head. The roses were dead. You left them on the floor. You betrayed them for--

You sprung up once again as a loud banging at the door shocked you back into your senses. James glanced briefly at the door before turning back to you quickly. He pulled you out of the chair, holding you up and close to his chest as he stroked your hair tenderly.

“James,” you just barely whispered as he shushed you.

“I know, darling,” He said reassuringly, pulling back to look into your eyes. “It’s all going to be okay, dear. It’ll all be over before you know it.” He smiled charmingly as you nodded weakly, holding tightly onto the cloth of his shirt to maintain stability. And you believed him in that moment, as he always seemed to find a way.

One way, or another.

You rested your head on his chest, closing your eyes as the pounding on the door increased. Or maybe it was the pounding in your head; at this point you couldn’t decipher what was real and what was just a figment of your imagination. Cold metal pressed against the skin of your temple, your brain too bleary to question it. Mere seconds passed as you contemplated moving, but suddenly it was as if everything had settled away. James’ warm body faded from your grasp.

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Your eyelids fluttered open, eyeballs moving back and forth as you tried to become familiar with your surroundings. You recognized the familiar room immediately, for it was your bedroom when you had first moved into the Cortez. You felt strange. Zen, almost, but maybe that was just because the pounding was gone. You felt... disconnected. It was the most out of touch with yourself you’d ever felt.

You climbed to your feet from the floor, thoughts running rampant at what was unknown to you. Where was James, how did you get here, how long had you been here, and why did you feel so cold? Flashes of what seemed to be both years ago and only moments ago clouded your mind, filling you with dread. Scenarios of what could be frightened you and sent you into a state of panic, pushing you forward.

Out of the room you went, through the quiet and empty halls, searching, searching, searching--no fixed destination ahead except something, anything, that could lead you to your James.

It seemed that days had passed before you finally found the lobby of the hotel. Navigation through the building was proving to be much more difficult than you remembered. Why was it taking so long?

The lobby was sparsely populated, unlike the usually crowded area that you were used to. You glanced around, noticing only a few people in the bar, the receptionist, and someone asleep on the sofas. Your feet carried you to the hotel entrance, pushing the first door open, the sunlight peeking through the opaque glass surprising you. If it was the daytime, then why was the hotel so empty? On ordinary occasions people came and went like flies; the Cortez was a hotspot in the city of Los Angeles, after all. Your hands reached out to push open the door to the outside, the metal handle of the door cool against your skin, and then suddenly nothing. In front of you was the door no longer; profound confusion coursing through you as you stared at the walls of your bedroom once again. You had been there one second, and in the next it was as if you had been teleported back in time.

And so the cycle repeated for what seemed like years; many times set adrift through the halls, eventually to the lobby where the sunlight no longer shone through the windows and unusually few people inhabited. You were reaching forward for the handle of the first door for what seemed to be the hundredth time, only to freeze at the call of your name from a familiar voice.

“Y/N.”

Your name sounded of honey dripping off his tongue. It was like hearing that voice for the first time again. All your worries deflated and anxieties subsided--for you had found your God once again. You turned to face him, to see his face--the face you had longed to see for what felt like years but may have been minutes. You still didn’t entirely understand the detachment from your body you felt; it was as if you no longer had a life source, no blood running course or lungs cycling air. You felt out of place and trapped at the same time.

Just as your hopes had soared, they plummeted at the sight of the bare lobby. Emptiness sat instead where you had expected James to be, crushing all sense of direction. You wanted to cry, to scream, to tear the hotel to shreds with your bare hands. But just before you gave up all hope completely, your eyes caught on the tiniest of details.

Barely noticeable, unless payed close attention to; unless already a prominent object in one’s mind. Small, dainty, white petals lay scattered in high correlation, leading on to an unknown but obviously specific destination. You treaded lightly as you followed the path closely, afraid any disturbance would somehow make them disappear.

Unease settled through you, possibly just a usual feeling as of late, but considerably appropriate when meeting the isolate hallways once again. You began questioning your sanity; was this just yet another repeat in the cycle? You’d been lost for so long, was this just another loop? What was the energy here, and why did it not feel like you and James’ beloved Cortez, the place you called home? You felt like you were stuck in a punishment of some kind; a purgatory; a hell.

And at last, you arrived; the room in which this cycle had began, or ended. The office of James Patrick March: Room sixty-four. You paused, contemplating, before making a bold decision and gripping the handle, opening the door and entering the room. There you stood in what was once James’ office, now empty of most furniture, only few items remaining. And there it remained: the vase on the table in the center of the room, petals leading straight to their source.

Inside sat the very white roses themselves, southern California glory and all. They looked just like the ones in that very first garden: huge, bright and beaming, petals spread with all the beauty and radiance of nature and purity. And just behind them stood their God; the master of the garden who held the utmost control in his realm. Your God, who’d saved you from hell; who’d broke all cycles.

The feeling you felt at sight of James did not fail to excite you just the same as it had on that first day years ago. Something about his presence next to yours soothed you, for you knew that he was still there, that he hadn’t been taken from you, that no matter what had happened you were still okay so long as he stood next to you.

You rushed forward and into him, basking in his embrace. His arms wrapped around you, but the challenge once again presented itself: an unignorably apparent absence of warmth. It’d been just before you’d first woken up what seemed like years, or maybe just hours ago, that you’d been in his embrace just the same, his warmth seeping into you and igniting your soul as you had faded in and out of consciousness. But now, you couldn’t feel it. You felt his body wrapped around yours, but nothing inflaming, the detachment from your own warmth just the same. It was missing, a shell of a comfort that used to always be present; something you had gotten entirely used to, for to be absent of warmth was to be dead...

You gasped, pulling away from James to look him in the eyes, the reality setting in and the drunkenness fading away. Your mind was becoming clear, all clarity suddenly bestowed upon you.

“James, are we...” you froze in panic, for it felt as if you didn’t have lungs, the normal rise and fall of the simplicity of breathing gone... the feelings of life were all gone...

And it clicked.

“James,” you whispered, your eyes tracing over the details of the room. The blood stains on the floor and walls were the only evidence of foul play left. You felt strange, for people didn’t normally expect to see the place of their death after the fact. Realizations settled over you as you stared at the room, just as you had initially when entering to warn James of the police, the truth of the events that had happened finally dawning upon you. In your poison-induced state of mind, it’d been hard to realize. You had been dying, the poison slowly but surely shutting your body down. You’d barely processed it when James had held the gun to your head and pulled the trigger, ending your pain.

“Yes, darling?” James replied to you, bringing you back to your conversation. You stared at him longingly. Although you didn’t entirely understand why you were still here, or the concept of the afterlife, you were glad to have James next to you. A moment of silence passed as you tried to pinpoint what you wanted to ask him exactly.

“I have so many questions,” you said, deciding to just speak your mind. You furrowed your eyebrows, blinking rapidly as you tried to sort out your thoughts. “I-I’m so lost, James.”

“Of course you are, dearest,” James said reassuringly, his hand brushing the stray hairs away from your face. He stared at you sadly. “I’m terribly sorry for all that happened, you must feel perplexed beyond understanding my dear.” He paused, his eyes traveling over your features as you stared up at him, listening intently. “This was simply my only choice, darling. You were succumbing to the poison’s grip long before I finished your pain. Miss Evers...” He trailed off, his jaw clenching tightly. “Nevermind that. I came to a conclusion upon the authorities’ arrival, and that was that if I was damned to be put away I might as well flee with you, my queen... it was the only right option.” He smiled down at you softly.

You smiled right back at him, your love for him the only warmth left inside of you now that you no longer had your body to call home. You basked in the feeling of being close to him as he pulled you to his chest, his lips leaving a soft kiss against your scalp. Even if you didn’t feel warmth, simply the love you had for him was enough. He tenderly stroked your back, calming your nerves. It amazed you how he could ease your mind so easily, if only just a little. However, you couldn’t shake your thoughts away. Sure, you could just let it all go, but the truth of the matter was simple.

Your entire life had been a cycle. A cycle of undeniable foolishness; you’d been ignorant of the truth for all of your living years. Oh, how it angered you. You hated something truly for what seemed like the first time in your life. You hated yourself; you’d let yourself believe false truths just to live in an illusion that you thought was happiness. You were naïve. And ultimately, that was what had ended you.

You’d ignored all warnings and left the roses to wilt, betraying the one thing that had always been on your side. You’d ignored all threats and committed yourself to making paradise in the land of the evil; it was simply impossible. The Garden of Eden wasn’t a place for the living. It was a place of freedom, and so long as you’re living, you can never truly be free. For in life, one threat always remains: death. You could never truly be protected. You could never truly have paradise.

But with James, in the Cortez, in the paradise he’d created for you... even death didn’t stand a chance. It was a gateway to greatness; a place where nothing truly stood in your way, where no threats were great enough. You couldn’t be harmed, or imprisoned, or separated here; you were finally utterly invincible; real Gods. Hell and Earth were no longer a threat. It was your true paradise that James had promised you.

Your Garden of Eden.

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top 10 (ish) ridiculous or annoying FAQs:

(click at your own discretion)

1) "kids today rely on others to do everything"

ah yes, damn those participation trophies! if it wasn't for them my hands wouldn't be fucked, and I wouldn't need people to write for me. but seriously, stop reading boomer comics, and go outside to meet some actual young people.

2) "sus that a non-american says mom"

yeah, because it's clearly the superior version, and I'm not too patriotic to concede a defeat.

3) "sweaty, the victims of abuse by catholics are real people, stop appropriating their pain just because you want to hate catholics; plus teachers abuse people just as often anyway"

so firstly, I don't hate anybody. and secondly, regarding the fact that victims really do exist, [insert "of course I know him, he's me" meme here]; although I don't often talk much about the abuse I went through or what my religious beliefs are. but, more importantly, statements like "survivors are people" can be phrased like "some people are survivors", and when you're unable to act according to the latter (like when you don't even consider that somebody might be one) then you display a failure to recognise the former - you're projecting; a survivor can't be appropriating their own pain, but you can be appropriating it to silence one. and thirdly, teachers do abuse - the problem isn't and has never been purely religion, rather that abuse is often done by somebody in a position of trust, power, and familiarity; and that the lack of a global minimum enables totally legal abuse on top of the illegal stuff. people with access and respect have more opportunity to abuse than those without, and that goes for teachers too. but, once again, you can be appropriating the pain of survivors to deflect and silence people. please remember this before you say that shit.

4) "get help/therapy"

way ahead of you - years ahead of you. but it's not magic - people who say this often act as if you'll start behaving differently overnight. not only are some things simply beyond the ability of talking therapy to completely rectify, it also takes time and has to be selective. you've got to pick your priorities, and that's definitely not whatever ship or joke you're mad at me about today. therapy is a slow, arduous process that can't guarantee results - it isn't "anti-recovery" to recognise that, it's honesty. while I've been in therapy for a long time, it is not necessarily going to change whatever you don't like about me - whether that's because it can't, because my focus now is on more important or urgent things, or because I don't want to change that.

5a) "tell your family you ship incest, see how that goes; normal people find it disgusting"

actually, some know, and they're fine with it. in fact, one prefers sibling pairings in fiction to all other dynamics because, to paraphrase, "it's a deeper level of messed up co-dependence". so unfortunately for you, my remaining family (by which I mean those not dead or cut out of my life after abuse and so forth) actually are able to distinguish between fiction and reality. plus, my reasoning for caring if they find it gross or not pertains only to recommending books and such - their opinions do not dictate my tastes.

5b) "don't sexualise/appropriate incestuous abuse" and "I bet you enjoyed being raped" and other attempts to upset me over 5a

firstly, as I've already said here, survivors can't be appropriating ourselves. in addition, you're not owed people's history or trauma - it's not okay to require people's personal information, or else you'll send anon hate and accusations of appropriation. secondly, I'm not sexualising our abuse (not just because I write horror, and so a lot of my writing is intended to be creepy, not sexy); these stories aren't about us, they're not us at all. entire dynamics/people (fictional or otherwise) aren't all going to be applicable to us or identical to us, just because they have something in common with us; they're not us and they're not accountable to us. thirdly, the fact that people send this stuff (attempting to trigger people's trauma over ships) is so much more worrying to me than somebody making our communal imaginary friends kiss. you're trying to hurt people. and finally, to the "I bet you enjoyed it" crowd (if you're at all serious): do you think you'd enjoy being in a real zombie apocalypse, alone, afraid, and really at risk of being eaten alive? a fictional scenario does not feel remotely the same as a real one. this isn't rocket science - things that look like you aren't you; fiction isn't reality; don't send anon hate. (edit: comparable "just leave me alone, I'm not hurting anyone" sentiments for yandere stuff, and anything else you decide I'm naughty for.)

6) "you'll be sent off to do manual labour once your communist revolution happens"

while I don't know why people think that I'm a communist, a dictatorial regime probably isn't going to want me to do manual labour. they're more likely to just shoot me; I'm useless and a liability. call me crazy, but something tells me that "ah yes, we shall give ze deranged cripple ze power tools" isn't the communist position.

7a) "they/them can't be singular pronouns"

yes they can, and they're used as such in both shakespeare and the bible. but you don't have to say this - I'm also okay with he/him, so you could've just used those and chilled out. also, do I look like somebody who views the rules of grammar as fully immutable and imperative?

7b) "enbies/aros/pan/etc aren't valid"

do you really think that you're going to change any hearts or minds by putting that in my ask box or under my funny maymays? chill out, it's not worth the effort - you could be planning a party (in minecraft) and having fun instead. it isn't worth my time to rant at everybody who's saying something isn't valid, updating how I'm explaining it as my opinions grow and general discourse around it evolves; I'm just who I am, somebody else is who they are - why bicker in presumptuous ways about if that's enough? it ultimately is valid, in my opinion, but that isn't an invitation to keep demanding that I debate. (edit: old posts of mine probably don't phrase things incredibly, on this or anything... I tried.)

8) "what are your politics?"

my politics are informed first and foremost by the knowledge that I'm not cut out to be some kind of leader - I don't want to be the guy who tells everyone else what to do, I just offer what seem to me like valid criticisms of how we are doing things now, and general pointers on the values and ethics that I would prefer to move towards. things like individual freedom, taking the most pacifist route where possible, trying not to give excessive power to small groups of people (governments or corporations), helping those in need even when they're not palatable, and letting me suck loads of dicks. but please refrain from decreeing me something - there's not enough information in what I said, so you'll just be filling in the blanks with assumptions. (edit: workplace democracy seems cool to me; benefits are good; fair fines and taxes; and the "sperm makes you loopy" saga: 1, 2, 3, and 4.)

9) "you're a narcissist"

no, I don't meet the diagnostic criteria. joking on the internet that you're hot doesn't make a person a narcissist. the fact that I've chosen to keep my actual self-esteem issues to myself is not proof that they don't exist - you're just not entitled to that information about me. but it's also not narcissism to really like how you look. (edit: don't throw labels around carelessly too.)

10a) "kin list?"

the fabric of the universe, a zombie, dionysus, maned wolf/arctic fox hybrid, a comedian, big gay, big rock, ambiguously partial insincerity. (edit: kin list may or may not be incomplete.)

10b) "kin isn't valid/that's just being insane"

haven't we established that I'm deranged, and that sending stuff like this on anon is simply a waste of your precious time? besides, I do not care if it's invalid or insane - it's fun, I'm happy. (edit: see 7b for my opinion on sending me yet another ask with "that's invalid" in it; I'm not in the mood to discuss the nature of validity.)

bonus: "it gets better" and "trigger list?"

as I've said before, things just don't always get better for everyone - sometimes things can't be cured or even treated, sometimes they kill you; in some cases it could get better if not for a blockade or lack of time. the world is messy. it needs to be more normalised to reassure or comfort people without relying on saying that their issue will get better or be cured. it does suck to be this ill, but it also sucks to be made out to be a lazy pessimist, just because I have the audacity to not play along. and as for the trigger list, I don't like providing people with an easily accessed list of ways to hurt my feelings or harm me - upsetting me is supposed to be challenging, and thus rewarding. if you want a cheat sheet then you're out of luck, I'm afraid.

bonus #2: "FAQ stands for frequently asked questions, it doesn't need that s at the end!"

yeah, I know, I just enjoy chaos and disarray.

bonus #3 (edit): "what are your disabilities and how exactly are they incurable and/or deadly?"

again, I don't tell the internet everything about me, especially when it poses a risk, especially not as an easily accessible list for you to refer back to whenever you feel inclined to hurt my feelings. that is understandably a sore subject. (edit: that includes physical health issues btw.)

bonus #4 (edit): "so we shouldn't be critical?"

if it wasn't clear from my answer about politics or my post in general, you can have opinions about things, and you can voice that. it's just not realistic to exist at extremes: to think that you alone should dictate what exists in fiction, or to think that people shouldn't be expressing disdain or criticism of any calibur. say how you feel about things, that's fine, but it's also fine if people find that they don't value your input. plus we're all flawed, we can all be hypocritical from time to time, we all get bitchy, and we all make mistakes, or even knowingly fuck things up. that's important to keep in mind, whether we're talking about the one being criticised or the one doing the criticising - poor choices of words, imperfect tone, or contradictory ideas are inevitably going to happen occasionally.

congrats on reaching the end! if you have, at any point, said one of these to me, you owe a hug to your nearest loved one (once it's safe).

edit: might add more links/bonus points in the future when I think of things, but it's late now. (sorry for links where prior notes in the thread have my old url, that may get a tad confusing; also, not all links are my blog or my op, since it is to illustrate points/vibes, not to self-promo.)

#don't take life too seriously #nobody gets out alive anyway #tw abuse mention #tw csa mention #tw incest mention #tw for any tws I missed #idk why I did this

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Out of the Water - Chapter VI

Synopsis: You were very proud to be a mermaid, thank you very much. You didn't want to be where the people were. Actually, you'd rather avoid it. Defending the merfolk was the biggest goal in your life... well, it was until you meet a certain pirate... it seems that your family really had a thing for humans, after all. Not that you'd ever admit it...

Word Account: 4875

Part 6 of ?

Pairing: Harry x reader (he is not in this chapter, sorry)

Warnings: Some cuss words and underage drinking.

A/N: English isn't my first language, so I'll probably mess up some tenses, grammar and stuff. Go easy on me, please. Feedback is always appreciated

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"I'm never, ever setting foot on shore again, grandpa will have to find another diplomat because I quit!" you announced very eloquently to the only merman in the room: your brother who, on the other hand, was trying to make you help him with his summer homework.

"Yeah sure, it's not like you say this every time you come back from Auradon or anything" he didn't even bother looking up from his essay "Who won the battle of the Irish Sea?"

"But this time is true, they made it personal" you grumbled, swimming back and forth impatiently.

"They always do..." he said absently, knowing very well it was pointless to try to reason with you when you were having an outburst "Was it the Kappas?"

Ok, no matter how pissed you were, you could not have your own brother messing up the Water Kingdom's History like this, so you sat by his side and took the paper from his hand.

"Let me see this" you corrected him, perusing through the essay he wrote "Not the Kappas. The selkies won after the kelpies joined their side."

"I know you're sad..." Nereus said after a while, eyes filled with concern.

You sighed and put the essay down.

"I'm not..." you began, but he interrupted you before you could come up with some excuse.

People believing that you were angry and cranky was one thing, but Neptune forbid anyone to know you've got a heart.

"Yes, you are! It's been almost a week since you went to Auradon and I've never seen you so off. Yesterday Aethra said she couldn't wait until she was old enough to go to the surface and you didn't even roll your eyes. Last year, when Ogen spoke the same thing, you made a complete speech of why life under the sea is much better than anything humans have to offer, you had slides and everything."

He squeezed your hand gently and offered you a supportive smile.

"Even Aqua noticed how quiet you are… Please don't tell her I'm telling you this, but she said she prefers you ranting to this silence."

"I doubt" you let out a breathy chuckle.

The presence of your brother was comforting so you allowed yourself to let your guard down and lay on his lap while he stroked your hair. Both of you stayed a while like this, each one absorbed in your own thoughts. Yes, it had been almost a week since everything had happened and you still had nightmares about that; the look on Harry's face when he said Ben was just going to throw them all back inside the Isle would hunt you forever.

Truth be told, you swam next to the barrier a couple of times, but the only things you saw were seaweed, rocks, some weird looking fish and a dead goblin. It wasn't like you could ask someone to tell Uma you'd be expecting her and, even If you could see her, what would you do? People inside the barrier could not hear anything from the outside, and again, even if they could, what would you tell her? How sorry you were? That it wasn't fair? Uma didn't need anyone saying what she has known all her life.

You were torturing yourself, feeling your stomach turn on itself with guilty when your grandfather glided into the room. Both of you and your brother stood up, showing respect to the king of the seas.

"May I talk to you for a moment, my dear" he pointed to you and your brother took his belongings and left the room, he whispered a "good luck" as he passed by you and swam off.

"Yes, grandpa?" your chest filled up with hope that your grandfather had spoken to Ben and made him change his mind about the Isle.

However, it was only wishful thinking because the reality was way crueler than whatever you could have imagined.

"About tomorrow…" he started.

Oh no! Ben and Mal's engagement party was tomorrow, but you had already decided you weren't going, no matter how hard your grandfather or anyone tried to convince you to.

You couldn't stand the idea of having to smile to them while all you wanted to do was to scream and cry. How could you pretend that everything was okay when nothing was? The hypocrisy made you sick.

"I won't go" you told him, you even tried to use your 'heiress of the throne' tone, but of course the current king of Atlantica wouldn't fall for that.

"You're the diplomat between the human kingdom and the water kingdom" he reminded you, his expression turning as serious as his voice.

"Was" you corrected him "I quit".

That little voice inside your head was telling to stop defying your grandfather. He could be very understanding of some things (like you still didn't believe he knew about Uma all the time and didn't lose it), but he also had plans for you that required you to be Atlantica's representative, because, accordingly to your grandfather and mother, no one would defend the water kingdom's interests better than you.

Actually, that was their way of saying "We don't want to deal with this and since one day you'll have to rule, it's better that you know what to do. Also, we don't want the fish eaters thinking that we hate them".

But, being honest, your grandfather liked humans now as much as he did in the past; the only difference was that he learned how to tolerate them.

Anyway, the truth was: Auradon wasn't as great as people wanted to believe. In theory, having all kingdoms unified was a superb idea, but in practice most of places were losing their own cultural identity, adapting their traditions and habits to fit in Auradon's new rules. If your grandfather had followed all King Beat's proposals 20 years ago, Atlantica would have become a tourist attraction for humans.

It wasn't like King Triton didn't want to be more engaged in Auradon society, but he was afraid to lose the independence of the merpeople. Thus, he hoped that when you assumed the throne, you'd have a better foreign policy than he had without giving up Atlantica's culture and pride.

He looked at you and his piercing glare went right through your soul...

King Triton, intimidating? No, not at all.

"This is not just the King and Queen's engagement party, but also your friend's"

"But grandpa..." you cried out.

"I won't hear it" he raised his hand to show that his decision was final and he wouldn't hear anything else.

You tilted your head back and groaned, if you couldn't talk yourself out of this, you could very well show your dissatisfaction.

"Glad we came to an agreement" he gave a pleased smile like he always did when his wishes were fulfilled and, as he swam past you, he patted your hair "And you might end up having fun"

You rolled your eyes and lay on the floor, defeated. You don't know how long you stayed there, contemplating your misfortune, when suddenly you felt something walking on your tail; you craned your neck and saw Sebastian staring back at you.

"Traitor" you murmured.

"Being in the human world is never my choice. Your grandfather asked me to" he explained, sliding down to your side and you turned over to have a better view of him.

"No one likes to be there, so why do I have to go?"

"For the same reason I had: your grandfather is the king. But I didn't come to discuss the fairness of life" his words caught your attention and you raised an eyebrow in curiosity.

Sebastian seemed a little anxious: he looked side to side and beckoned to you to get closer and, when you did, he said in a muffled and rushed voice:

"You know Derek? That lobster? Yesterday, he was near the northern part of the barrier and saw a girl with teal hair there... even better, he said it was the second time he spotted her there by sunset"

Before you could refrain yourself, you picked the crab up, holding him on the palm of your hand. There was no use in denying that you knew Uma because Sebastian had followed you in Auradon and was aware that you and the sea witch's daughter were friends.

"What?" you practically yelled and your whole body shivered with joy for knowing that Uma had been looking for you "Are you sure?"

"Yes" he confirmed "I thought it could lift your spirit up "

"Sebastian it did! I'm going there now" you stood up in a heartbeat, but before you could make your way to the Isle, Sebastian called you.

"If you go there now, King Triton will think you're avoiding the engagement party" he remarked reasonably.

Damn it, he had a point

"Why don't you go tomorrow after greeting King Ben and his future queen?" He suggested, eyeing you innocently, but you saw right true his intentions.

The only reason he told you about Uma was to give you a boost of encouragement to go to Auradon again, this way you would be excited for the party and wouldn't complain too much about being there.

He was a clever crustaceous.

Well, it worked, at least now you could pretend you were having fun, whereas what you were really looking forward to was seeing Uma again.

"Deal" you hold out your hand and you he shake it to seal the deal.

Even if the party was dreadful, the perspective of meeting Uma again was pretty motivating. You should have asked if Derek saw someone else with her, it was weird but you wouldn't mind seeing Harry again.

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"Ugh, I can't believe I'm going back there"

Talking to Sebastian got you very excited; however, now that you really had to go, you were having second thoughts about it.

You didn't have to attend to any human gathering to go to the barrier; you could very well wait in Atlantic until sunset.

"Why can't grandpa send someone who actually wants to be there? Aqua wouldn't mind, or April or Adryan..." you whined - any of your cousins would gladly go to Mal and Ben's engagement, but of course you were the one your grandfather insisted on.

Nereus, who tried to fix your hair in a new style, hummed blankly to show he was listening.

"I'm feeling sick... Grandpa can't make me go if I'm sick" you turned your face to him and he casted an annoyed look at you before going back to applying pearls in your hair.

"You already used that one not to go to the Royal Cotillion" he reminded you, turning your head forward impatiently when you tried to look at him again.

"But I was sick" you protested, earning an amused glare from him "I was sick of human's bullshit".

He burst out laughing.

"I don't think our grandfather will consider it a good reason to skip this ball" he said after regaining his composure.

"Well, at least I'll be closer to the Isle" you mumbled to yourself, but Nereus heard you.

"Why? What will you do?" he stopped what he was doing and sat on the dressing table, staring at you "Please, don't tell you plan on bringing the barrier down by yourself".

"I don't have the power to do it… You know I've tried" you joked and thankfully, Nereus played along.

"You don't need power, use your head... I mean... it is very hard. I'm pretty sure if you swim fast enough you can make a whole in the barrier"

You punched him playfully and got up.

"Hey, I didn't finish your hair" he called out.

"But I have to go, otherwise I won't arrive in time" you explained, grabbing your comb and placing it between the shells and pearls your brother had adorned your hair with.

Of course, the truth was you weren't leaving because you didn't want to be late, but because your brother was smart enough to figure out that you were up to no good.

"Wish me luck" you hugged him.

"Good luck!" he kissed your cheek and with that, you left.

Your mother told you to be kind and not to forget the manners she taught you, your grandfather said how proud of you he was and even asked if you didn't want to take his royal carriage, to which you denied politely.

You rather swam by yourself and if you were going to the Isle after the party, a carriage pulled by dolphins would be hard to go unnoticed.

You bid goodbye and took the path towards Auradon. The City wasn't close to Atlantica, but years of comings and goings made you an expert and you were able to arrive there in a very short time. Also, fins were so much faster than legs, which made the travel easier.

In other circumstances you'd have stopped to talk to many friends that lived nearby, but a little mantra was echoing in your mind "The faster you get there, the faster you leave. The faster you get there, the faster you leave" - you didn't mean to stay more than the necessary; after all. Your grandfather told you to go to Auradon, but he didn't say how long you had to staythere.

Besides, Sebastian said Uma was seen at the barrier by sunset, but what if she decided to go earlier? You were going to be there one hour in advance for precaution.

Although magic was highly discouraged, there was no other way for the merpeople to become human without it. That's why a magical necklace was given to any mermaid or merman who wanted to venture themselves ashore.

Those necklaces weren't given away easily, though. In order to acquire one, you had to fill a formulary explaining why you needed it and it had to be accepted by King Ben and King Triton themselves. It was very bureaucratic and the only reason this process had to be done was because King Beast declared all magic should be banished so you could not hand around magical objects freely.

However, since you were a royal diplomatic, they made an exception.

Call it privilege.

One good thing about those necklaces was that King Triton made sure that once you went through the transformation, clothes would magically appear to. It was a huge improvement since your aunt Ariel had gotten her own legs from her deal with Ursula; imagine how would it be if you had to walk around naked until you find something to wear.

At least the merfolk didn't have to worry about that anymore. So, once you got on the beach and turned into human you had on a beautiful dress that matched the shells your brother chose to decorate your hair.

It wasn't as pretty as your tail and fins, though.

You headed to Auradon Prep because the party would be held near the school (why they were so obsessed by this place was beyond your comprehension). When you finally arrived, everyone was already there, talking and having fun.

Thankfully, your cousins that lived in Auradon weren't hard to find and rushed towards them - you couldn't help but notice that, as you got closer, they exchanged money between themselves.

"What's going on?" you asked, intrigued by what you just saw.

"Nothing" Arabella answered "What a lovely dress you're wearing. How is gramps doing?".

She changed the topic way too fast, which made your curiosity grow, but you decided to ignore it for the time being.

"He is fine. He misses you a lot and says you should visit us more often. I can't understand Bella, why do you prefer being here among sweaty humans?"

"Do you ever change the subject?" she complained, rolling her eyes "This is a party and I refuse to deal with your bullshit today"

"Maybe tomorrow, then!" you fired back and she voiced her discontentment with an exasperated shriek.

"Why are you like this?" she said before flouncing off, bouncing her hair as she did so.

"What did I do?" you asked Ella, who had been quiet up to that moment, and she chuckled.

"I miss this" she said, pointing to you and the crowd.

"You're the only one"

"It wouldn't hurt if you came to visit us once in a while, you know" she looked up, her hopeful smile made her eyes crinkle and you mirrored her expression, smiling too.

Ella was Ariel's younger daughter and, even though you didn't see her as much as you would like, she was probably your favorite cousin; she was kind and outgoing, which was a good counterpoint to your not so affable nature.

Before you could reply, one of the merfolk who attended Auradon Prep joined you both, he gave you a little bow and handed your cousin some money. You waited for him to leave before question her about it.

"Ella, what's happening?" your tone made clear you wouldn't take a "nothing" for an answer.

The girl sighed, knowing it was a lost battle.

"Maybe there is a bet going on…" she told you, voice trailing off.

You raised an eyebrow, face turning stoic and you feigned boredom.

"Does it involve me?"

"Well, some people didn't believe you'd show up today after the whole Audrey fiasco" she glanced at you out of the corner of her eye and, when you didn't say anything, Ella went on "We made a bet: everyone believed you wouldn't appear, you know. I was the only one who knew you'd be here and now I'm making a lot of money."

She showed you the amount she had already won and it was kind of impressive. It seemed that half of Auradon was sure you hated the human world.

They were right.

Okay, not hate. It was a great dislike.

"I can't believe you thought I'd come" you said without hiding the indignation in your voice and a little offended that your own cousin didn't know you better.

"C'mon. I knew you wouldn't want to, but I was certain grandpops wouldn't give you much of a choice, so even against your will - and I know you must had protested a lot - you'd be here today"

Your cousin was kind, yet cunning, and that was why she was your favorite.

"I'm impressed" you clapped, nodding your head slowly as you did so.

"I know. I'm amazing" she teased and then, her expression became concerned "How are you, by the way? I've heard they will close the barrier forever"

You whined, for one moment you had forgotten about how you failed the Isle and Uma. First you were angry at Mal and Ben, but now? Now you wanted blood... not literally, but you were kind of mad.

"I've been better... you just remind me I had to wish Ben and Mal my best regards in the name of Atlantica."

"Okay, see you later" she cheered and added on for precaution "Try to be polite, please"

When she asked you that, the memory of Sebastian, your mother and grandfather pleading you to be civil in this party echoed in your mind.

What did they think of you? That you were a mannerless monster?

You were very well educated, thank you very much, but didn't waste your good manners on people who didn't deserve it.

"Can't make any promises" you laughed off, disappearing into the crowed to find the King and Mal.

You didn't have to look for them for long as a mass of people was surrounding the fiancés to be while they thanked everybody for coming to their party. They seemed so merry and pleased whilst their subjects wished them all the happiness of the world. People in Auradon were just so fucking good and gracious, weren't they?

Hypocrites.

You had a plan, though.

1- Smile.

2- Greet.

3- Leave.

It was simple, short, and impossible to mess up.

Smile, greet, leave, smile, greet, leave. You kept repeating it like a mantra as you approached them.

For one moment their cheerful expressions froze and their eyes widened to the size a saucer, but they recomposed themselves quickly enough. Either they were surprised to see you there or they were afraid you were going to snap.

But you wouldn't snap.

You had a plan.

"Your Majesties" you smiled, bobbing a curtsy to them.

1 - Smile. Check.

They saluted you, asking how things were back in Atlantica and the conversation was brief and polite, like it should be.

"In the name of Atlantica I wish you both prosperity and wisdom to rule, and that your life is filled with great joys"

You said that in a very diplomatic tone that could have fooled anyone.

2 - Greet. Check

They thanked you and you made your exit.

3 - Leave. Che...

"And…" you turned back with a spin.

Screw the plan; you didn't sell your voice to a sea witch, so you may as well use it.

"Speaking for me, I really want you both to be happy. I mean, someone has to, right? Considering that you doomed thousands of people to a life of suffering just so you could have your perfect happily ever after without any inconveniences"

Then, you left.

One day you'd be all diplomatic and shit, but that day wasn't today.

And, to be fair, you've tried to be reasonable for years and all you got was "Oh sorry, we can't let anyone off the island. It's not that simple, this would require lots of planning and social reintegration, but we will take this matter into consideration in the future...". That's why you started speaking your mind: even if didn't change anything, at least it wouldn't leave a bitter taste in your mouth for not saying your real opinion.

Yeah, your grandfather really should reconsider who he sent to land for affairs of state.

Whatever, just a few more hours and you'd be making your way to the barrier to see Uma.

You were trying to find your cousin again when Audrey intercepted you, looking rather tense.

"Hey" she greeted you but without meeting your eyes.

Audrey seemed to have taken a strange interested in her hands, which she wringed unsteadily, you noticed.

"I just wanted to say I'm sorry for.. you know... cursing you and your family..." she said, voice shaking a little.

Oh! So Audrey was a nervous wreck to talk to you, how amusing. It boosted your ego but you weren't that mean.

"Relax, Audrey. It's all forgiven" you put her mind at ease.

She let out a breath and her face brightened up.

"But" you offered her a smile that slowly fade into a severe frown "If you do it again I'll make you wish for something as sweet as sleeping for 100 years".

It was clearly a joke but Audrey didn't get it as she excused and made herself scarce in seconds.

"You know... if you want people to understand when you are joking, you shouldn't keep a straight face"

You jerked your head to face Jay, who handed you a glass with a purple liquid in it.

"I wasn't that intense" you took a sip of the drink, it was way too sweet for your salted water taste, and you were pretty sure that it was alcoholic too.

Well, maybe alcohol was the key to survive this party.

"C'mon! You were like this" he mimic you, making quite a murderous expression. Then, resuming his neutral expression, he added "You are like the sea'.

That was new… but you weren't sure about what he meant by that.

"I'm salty and I scare people?" scrunching your face up in confusion.

It took some good minutes for Jay pull himself together.

"I was going to say imposing and beautiful, but that too" he said, wiping the tears from his eyes.

You couldn't help but crack a smile and, since you didn't think of a good answer (which was very unusual), you took another sip of whatever beverage that was.

Fortunately, Jay didn't notice how embarrassed you were by his compliment and changed the topic soon after.

"So, how ar..."

"Stop right there" you warned him, holding your finger up.

"What?" the VK's brows burrowed in confusion but deep inside he was afraid that he had said something wrong.

"I know this face." you explained "Every time people ask how I am, they do this pitiful face and I can't have that... not from you…".

It was painful how most people assumed that you were miserable because of last week events. Okay, you were sad and pissed but gosh, you hated that condescending attitude.

"Sorry, I just wanted to make sure you were okay" he didn't seem offended by your words, but the atmosphere between you two grew colder and awkward.

Great, of all people you could have snapped at today, you did it to Jay.

Now, you were sad, pissed and stupid.

"Sorry... I didn't mean to be rude" you apologized "If you really want to know, I'm a mess. The only reason I didn't cry this whole week was because I live under water, but if you tell this to anyone, I'll deny it".

"It's going to be our secret then" Jay stroked your arm to show support "You really care about the Isle, don't you?"

You shrugged, not knowing what to say to him. Yes, you cared about the Isle and the people there; it was hard to explain the reason, though.

Maybe another time…

"By the way, I wanted to ask you this..." he cooed and if you hadn't been so busy with that drink, you'd have seen the mischievous gleam in his eyes "Did Uma and you already know each other, by any chance?"

You choked.

Hard.

Jay went to your aid quickly and helped you to recover, slapping your back lightly.

A mermaid choking on a liquid, what a joke.

"No..." your voice cracked and it wasn't because you're still faint "Why would you think that?"

"Well…" he began, but was cut off soon after.

Thank goodness, Mal and Ben announced they would start their pronouncement and Jay joined his former friends. All people gathered under the balcony where the Royal Family stood proudly, and everybody was eager to hear the news their King and Queen would say.

It was difficult to hear one's thoughts over the cheering and acclamation. However, since you didn't share their happiness, you stayed away from the commotion, enjoying your sweet drink.

Ben started his speech, of course he was very pleased to have Mal as his queen and everyone was happy.

Everyone, except the people on the Isle, of course.

You scoffed so loudly that if people hadn't been hearing Ben's speech, they would have heard you. Subsequently, the king proposed a toast to Mal and you wondered if it would be rude to ignore it.

Everything would be so much easier if your grandfather had made your brother the diplomat of Atlantica, considering he was a people pleaser like you would never be.

Well, it wouldn't hurt to raise your glass, so you did it... very discretely.

For everyone's surprise, Mal announced she couldn't be Queen of Auradon, causing a wave of gasps and murmurs from the puzzled crowd.

Really? Were they really surprised? Like, Mal was a drama queen, she just needed an emotional solo or Evie knocking some sense into her head for her to change her mind.

Unless it involved the Isle of course, then she didn't care to condemn them forever, you thought bitterly.

Yep, you were salty enough to cause hypertension in every single soul in Auradon.

However, you did not expect, not even in your wildest dreams, what followed next. Actually, even after years, you'd still remember that day and think "what the hell just happened". If people were shocked when Mal said she couldn't be queen, they nearly had a stroke when she brought down the barrier. It wasn't like she let just the villain kids off, she destroyed the barrier, and everyone was free.

As a personal note, you observed how fast Ben changed his discourse from "We can't get the merfolk off the Isle without consequences, we need preparation, meetings, plans..." to "Ok, my bae wants to bring down the barrier and I won't argue with her. So yeah, let's do it".

Not that you were complaining but, had you known that it only took a love potion for Ben do what you wanted, you'd have done it.

Wow! What a wild thought to have...

Maybe you were getting a little drunk...

But the barrier came down so, whatever...

You looked at King Beast's face and he was about to pass out any moment, but other than that, everyone seemed very excited to meet the villains.

It wasn't like a minute ago they didn't give a damn about the people there or their fate.

Well, maybe that was Auradon's magic: one moment you hated each other, in the next you were all singing and dancing on a bridge.

You finished your drink in one go, because that was going to be a party to remember.

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writing-with-olive · 4 years

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A starting place for self-editing your novel

I wrote this in a reblog to one of @boy-who-can-fly‘s posts, but as I couldn’t add any tags to that that would make it findable to more than just my followers, I figured I’d make the same content in an original post because YAY TAGS!

Without further ado...

1) Take a break.

Some authors have suggested taking a break for six or so weeks, but I find anything longer than three makes me too distanced from my story, and I have to work a lot harder to get back into my protagonist’s head. During this break, don’t so much as look at your story. Instead, focus on something else. Maybe growing your author platform, planning or developing another wip, or researching the publishing industry if publishing is the end goal for your book (this goes for both traditional and self pub). The point of this is that without some distance, it’s going to be a lot harder to see larger developmental flaws.

(this is a very long post, so the rest of the steps are below the break)

2) The first read-through.

After your break has ended, and you’ve got to be a little stern with yourself not to extend it farther than what you set, or else you’ll never return to it, do a readthrough. This means either just reading it off you’re computer or kindle, or going to somewhere like staples and getting it printed and spiral bound (this costs money, but I found it helpful down the line). Two rules: 1) no editing. 2) look at the first rule. This read-through is going to help give you a general sense of what is and isn’t working in your book; the problems you notice here are likely going to be the biggest ones. (if you want, you can combine this step with step three, but I found it more helpful to keep them seperate)

3) Outline.

It doesn’t matter whether you outlined before, or whether you decided to pants it. By the time you get to editing, you need to have an outline that’s reflective of what you actually put on the page. Go through your story, chapter by chapter, and for each new scene write down

what is your character’s goal in this scene

what is standing in their way

what is the outcome of the scene.

This list should not go into depth; one short sentece per point, MAX. That being said, make sure to keep things specific, so “MC wants to convice X to go with them to Y.” is going to be a lot more useful to you later on than “MC tries to convince them to go.” This outline is going to help you objectively look at your story structure, as you can see a lot more of what’s happening at once, without being quite so overwhelmed by the sheer mass of the words you wrote. Yes, this step can be a bit tedious, but it is so, so worth it.

4) Sort out what you need to fix, aka start making a game plan for your edits.

Now that you’ve read through your wip at least once through, and probably twice, you probably have a pretty good idea of what you need to fix. The key here is that right now, you want to be fixing on the global edits - the things that span beyond just a single scene or chapter. The reason why is that you don’t want to be spending hours perfecting a scene that you’re just going to need to cut later because it doesn’t advance the plot.

In a new document or spreadsheet (whatever you think will work better for you, I liked using a google doc), write issues you see with:

Each of your main cast (regarding character development, motivations voice, etc)

Setting/s (consistancy, realism for your world)

General worldbuilding (consistancy, things poorly explained/set up)

Main plot (following a given plot structure, building tension, etc)

Each subplot (how it intertwines with the main plot, plot structure, building tension, etc)

Other major things you noticed during your readthroughs

These things tend to be larger scope, and generally are worth addressing first.

5) Picking your edit.

Look at the list of edits, and see which one is going to cause the most ripples through your story. This is going to be the first thing you look at to fix. If there are more than one edits that will all have major impacts on the story, think about which edit would make the other ones easier.

For example, in my wip, Project Toxin, my plot was, well, a trainwreck and a dumpster fire’s love child. But my characterization for my MC was also a wreck. Still, getting the overall plot more in order would make it easier for me to edit my MC, so I chose plot first.

6) Make a game plan for your edit.

Before diving in and ripping through your first draft, come up with a game plan. Brainstorm possible solutions to the edit you’ve chosen, and look at what ripples it would cause. You want to make sure that what route you take isn’t going to upset something major or crucial to your story. Most likely whatever solution you choose will cause some other upsets, so just make sure to think through what makes most sense for your story.

For example, when working on my story, I was fixing plot first. Figuring out my game plan meant looking at my scene list and moving things around/adding/cutting content until I had a plot that was much more satisfactory, and that was, in my mind, not a wreck.

Possible game plans for different types of edits:

1. Plot:

Look at your scene list. What helps to advance the plot? What is dragging the pacing. Are there any elements that you are adding or cutting in your overall story that need to be accounted for? With this in mind, cross out scenes that you want to cut, move scenes around that need to come in a different order, add scenes that need to be added, and mark scenes that need to be combined into one.

2. Characters:

For each of your characters, look at their character development. It’s going to be hard to make them come to life better on the page unless you’ve got a grasp of who they are, even if you didn’t plan them out originally. If you have not, consider listing in a spreadsheet or google doc what their backstory is, what their goals are, why they want those goals, and what a few of their strengths and weaknesses are. Also think about their voice: what words do they use more often? Sentence structures? What do they sound like when they’re talking? Stuff like that. If your character is inconsistant, pick one version of them that you want to follow (knowing that they will likely change over the course of the story), and look at what parts of them you will need to change to accomodate that.

3. Setting/Worldbuilding:

I’ve put these together here as they’re somewhat similar. For poorly explained aspects of worldbuilding, look at where you might add in little details so you can better set that foundation (this is not usually a global edit). If things are inconsistant, look at what makes the most sense for your story, and like what we talked about with characters, alter the rest to accomodate that.

7) Making edits.

This is where you really get to dig in and really move things around. Using the edit you’ve picked and the game plan you’ve developed, go through scene by scene and make the changes. I strongly recommend having a seperate doc from your rough draft to store your second draft in. Currently, my process is to have both open at the same time, and if a scene is already fine, I’ll just copy/paste it over. At least for me, however, it’s usually not, and I’ll either make tweaks to fix it up, or, more often at this early stage, I’ll rewrite it. As an added bonus, I also find that rewriting it makes my prose a lot stronger, since I’ve grown so much as a writer since I originally wrote the scene.

Since you know your story better, you may find other elements that you want to change are improving as you edit. If not though, don’t worry - they’ll get their own editing pass.

8) Repeat steps 5-7

You made a list of edits you needed to make back in step four. Now, follow steps 5-7 to make all of those edits and changes.

9) Repeat steps 2-8

Two steps telling you to repeat in a row? Yes. The deal now is that you want to make sure you’ve cleaned up any global edits before moving on to anything smaller. If you’ve been thourough thus far, this will be a very fast step. If not, think of this step as a safety net. There may have been ripples that you didn’t notice earlier on, and it’s a good thing you’re catching them now.

10) Chapter edits

At this point, we’ve cleaned up all the big edits. Now we’re going to look at each chapter. Within each chapter, there needs to be a mini-arc. A beginning, middle, and end. This is the time to really focus on that. Also focus on things like tightening up prose, combining or compressing paragraphs, making sure you’ve adequately set the scene, etc. If you’re over the word count limit regarding your genre, also focus on cutting a certain number of words from each chapter to put your story back within those limits.

11) The little things

This is about combing through your wip to find all of the little errors that have made their way through edits. Typos, weird or incorrect grammar, useless adverbs, things like that. At this point, everything is on a more superficial level.

Beta Readers

Given that this has gotten quite long, I’m not going to go in depth about beta readers here, but around step 10/11, you’re going to start recruiting beta readers (you’re going to want to try and have multiple rounds of somewhere around 10 betas each, which is why having a good author platform is useful: recruiting is easier). Between each round, you’re going to look at their feedback and make the necessary edits. After several rounds of beta readers, you’re going to look it over a few more times, and then if you’re going the traditional publishing route, you’re going to query agents. If you’re going the self-pub route you’re going to look to hire a professional editor. If you’re not looking to publish, this may be the end of the line.

Good luck editing!

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sylvie-writes · 4 years

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Are You Worthy?

Part 2 of Getting Ready

Disclaimer: Some of the events may be out of order or removed but it’s for the purpose of the story

Warnings: mentions of alcohol. any screw ups in spelling or grammar.

I just found out that I screwed up the timeline... but this is fanfcition... so just please ignore that huge plot hole that i’ve just created.

Loosely edited. I will fully check over it this week, my loves.

Sorry about the end. It’s midnight and i’m too tired to write a whole ass scene.

Enjoy!

The drive to the compound was a little over twenty minutes, the late night traffic of Brooklyn lightly flooding the roads. Sarah was in the back seat, strapped in her car seat joyously maundering about making new friends tonight. That child was a social butterfly, never really understanding the stranger-danger rule, one you and Steve often tried to implement into her impressionable mind. Steve looked into the rearview mirror, shooting the mini chatty cathy a large smile.

Arriving at the event, ponds of cars littered the street, valet attendants frantically rushing around to the lineup of many pretentious cars. Once a valet had taken your car, Steve stepped out, first helping you from the passenger seat and then unbuckling Sarah. All three Rogers casually strolled into the multi-level tower, its height unfathomable. Heading to the back elevators, which weren’t crowded, for you all knew the compound layout better than most of the guests. Sarah’s hands held your’s and Steve’s as she was sandwiched between the two of you, yet happily swinging her parents’ hands with her own.

Sam immediately greeted you, Steve and Sarah, quickly inviting you all over for a friendly game of pool with some older gentlemen. Of course, since Sarah was only three, she couldn't play pool and instead joyously watched as the billiard balls fell into the pockets, only piquing her interest as she wondered where the pockets led to. You and Steve decided to share one cue stick, each shooting while the other held Sarah, who babbled to the parent holding her at that time.

About halfway through the game, Steve had noticed you were shivering just a smidge. He swiftly laid the cue stick against the pool table as it wasn't his turn anyway. Taking off the leather jacket, Steve wrapped it around your shoulders, prompting you to turn your attention and body back towards the pool table and him.

“You scared me, Rogers.” You jocosely squinted at the man then handing Sarah over so you could properly wear the oversized leather jacket. The pleasant and familiar cologne wrapped around your body as if it were a warm and securing hug. By the time you had finished your mini conversation with Steve it was your turn to play pool, Sarah preciously becoming your cheerleader.

Steve had ventured off with Sam while you and Sarah had ended up with Tony, Thor and Maria, painfully listening to Rhodey’s recollection of his time as the War Machine.

“Well, you know the suit can take the weight. So I take the tank, fly it right up to the General’s Palace, drop it at his feet, and I’m like BOOM, you looking for this?”

Tony and Thor just looked at Rhodey with an unamused look while Sarah giggled at the story, not really understanding but laughing at the funny voice he had used. Reiterating himself, Rhodey repeated the story in hopes of getting a better reaction from his crowd.

“Boom. Are you looking- why do I even talk to you guys? Everywhere else that story kills.”

The disappointed man turns to face you, his hand up, expecting a high five. You just look at him before laughing and shaking your head, while Sarah glady gives Rhodey her hand in place of yours.

“Well that's the whole story?”

Rhodey turned back to Thor with a mirthless expression.

“Yes, that’s the War Machine story.”

Thor turned to Tony, then back to Rhodey, laughing deeply and then responding with what you had assumed was sarcasm.

“Oh it’s very good then. It’s impressive!”

“Quality save.”

Amused at Thor’s attempt, Rhodey then changed the subject, the conversation moving faster than Steve could run.

“Gentlemen, where are the ladies?”

Maria’s simple question turned into a compliment battle between Tony and Thor.

Sarah continued to giggle and out stretched her arms to the man beside you, a signal to hold her. Stopping your own laughter, you hand Sarah over to Rhodey who was just as giddy as the little girl in his arms.

“Go find your hubby!” Rhodey nudged you in the shoulder and you gave him and Sarah a quick hug before going your separate ways. You shot the two gloating men with a look of mock disappointment, bidding Maria a “good luck”, and then leaving at Rhodey’s wishes.

“What happened to him?” You walked to stand beside Steve, watching as an older gentleman, drunkenly passed out, was being carried by two younger men.

“This.” Steve brought the glass to your lips, a sour look tainting your face after just a small sip.

“My god, what is that?! It takes like fire!” A hearty chuckle left Steve as he pointed to Thor who was holding a small flask and doing shots with a group of men.

Sarah was still with Tony, allowing you and Steve to go enjoy some time with each other. The two of you just stood on the balcony, your arms linked together as the stars brightly painted the sky. It had been a while since you and Steve had such a heartfelt conversation, both recalling old memories. Not only was the man linked beside you, your husband, but also your best friend. You and Steve have always shared everything with the other, whether it be tears or laughter. This man was literally the epitome of your everything.

“Do you remember when you listened to a few of my vinyls for weeks just so you could learn the words?”

Steve’s lips were on your head as he talked, leaving gentle kisses.

A chuckle left your mouth at the adorable yet embarrassing memory.

It was in the beginning of your relationship when you and Steve were just months into a relationship. Steve had always let you choose the music. He even learned how to use cd’s in a boombox, quite the change from vinyls and a record player. Well, one day, Steve had left for a mission, one you were not needed for. During the day that he was gone, you spent hours trying to figure out how to use his record player. When you finally did, that day all you listened to were the vinyls, engraving every word into your mind.

“I couldn’t figure out how to play the vinyls.” A small pout wiggled onto your lips, one Steve kissed away then pulled from your face chuckling breathily.

“Don’t laugh at your wife’s pain!”

“I’m not trying to! You are just so damn adorable. I see where Sarah gets it from.”

An hour later, you and Steve had parted ways and you were currently strolling over to the bar, a martini in mind, but when your daughter came bounding at you, hugging your leg, your plans for a drink changed.

“Hi, Mommy!” Unlatching the girl from your leg, you leaned down to pick her up, seeing Tony now staring at you with a look of relief. Sarah must’ve run from him at the sight of her mother.

You waved Tony away, bidding him back to his conversation.

“What are you doing, Mommy?”

“I was just about to get a drink.”

“Ohhh can I have one?”

After her request, you explained to her that some drinks were for adults. Martini long forgotten, you instead went to order a shirley temple to share with Sarah. At first she was confused since you had just explained that the drinks from the bar were for adults, but then you further told her some drinks were okay. Long story short, Sarah had just learned that she must ask you or Steve since you would both know what to order her.

Now done with the most confusing lesson you’ve ever taught Sarah, you continued your walk to the bar.

Natasha was behind the counter, currently pouring a drink for herself while she and Bruce returned some playful chatter. A few minutes passed and their conversation ended. Smirking, Nat left the flustered man with your husband, who had just shown up at the end of the counter for a beer himself.

“It’s nice.”

Bruce turned to look at Steve, genuinely confused, partly to Steve’s statement and then Natasha's flirting.

“You and Romanoff.”

Once all the pieces finally clicked in the clueless man’s head, he instantly denied the claims thrown his way.

Deciding to finally join the conversation, you walked up beside Steve, who was happily surprised at your appearance, with Sarah on your hip.

“Yeah, you both are adorable!”

Poor Bruce was a ball of nerves not even able to form the words to repudiate your comment.

“It’s okay, nobody’s breaking any bylaws.”

Sarah’s attention had now shifted from the mature conversation and to Thor who was a few feet away. The man was making funny faces at her, snickers ensuing. Tapping your shoulder politely, she then pointed to Thor and you set her down, watching her run away, never once peeling away your eyes until she made it into the safe hold of the man, who shot a thumbs up allowing you to return to Steve and Bruce’s conversation.

“It’s just that she’s not the most… open person in the world, but with you she seems very relaxed.”

“Agreed. You two are practically like Steve and I!”

“No, Natasha, she just likes to flirt.”

“I’ve seen her flirt. Up close. And this ain’t that.” Your husband reached for a beer, then holding his arm out for you.

“Look, as maybe the world’s leading authority on waiting too long. Don’t. You both deserve a win.”

Steve gave Bruce a heartening smile, waiting as you unlatched your arm from his. You placed a friendly peck on the man’s cheek before giving him some words of reassurance.

“Don’t underestimate your worth.” Bruce then gave you both a small meek smile, returning to his drink.

“What do you mean up close!” You and Steve were already long gone yet still able to hear Bruce’s cry of befuddlement to which your husband smirked, causing you to scoldingly slap him on the chest.

“You're absolutely terrible, Grant.”

As expected, Steve just laughed at your reprimand. Whenever you scolded him, it usually involved his middle name being crammed somewhere into your lengthy chide. Like a disciplined child, he’d listen pitifully. Most of the time you’d chastise him for his reckless nature, that scared you to death. Then he’d apologize a thousand times while planting kisses all over your face, making you giggle endlessly, certainly failing at keeping up the irritated facade.

“Yet, you love me, doll.” Steve had somehow dragged you to the dance floor, pulling your flush to him as the song began. You brought your arms to his neck, noses touching as he proudly smiled down on you, slightly tightening his grip on your waist. The two of you swayed slowly, your lips connected softly.

“I love you.”

“I love you too.”

Once the song had finished it was replaced with an upbeat line dance to which you and Steve briskly rushed off the floor being met with Sarah who sat at a table with Natasha, cheering at you and Steve.

“Mommy, Daddy! That was omazing!”

“Well, how about you and I go get some celebration cake for everyone!”

As any sane toddler, Sarah agreed to her father’s delectable plan. Steve plucked his daughter from Natasha’s lap, then taking yours and hers order. Once the two had left, you dived right into a conversation with Nat. The topic; Bruce.

Not too long after, the party ended and all Avengers then regrouped, tiredly surrounding the large coffee table covered in takeout and Thor’s hammer idly resting on the end.

“But it’s a trickkkk.” Clint dragged out his statement to emphasize his belief, the little girl sitting beside you, smiling wider.

“No. no. it’s much more than that.” Steve and Thor exchanged the flask as you stared at it, still revolted by its god-awful taste.

“Ah, whosoever be he worthy shall haveth the power.” You leaned towards the table, reaching for the carton, laughing at Clint’s truthful reenactment.

“Whatever man, it’s a trick!”

Arising a challenge, Thor pointed to Mjolnir.

“Please, be my guest.”

“Come on.”

“Really?”

“Yeah.”

Clint got up from his seat on the ground, walking confidently towards the hammer as Tony let out a snarky remark.

“Clint, you’ve had a tough week, we won’t hold it against you if you can’t get it up.”

Laughter circled around as Clint came up to Thor, a promising look on his face.

“You know I’ve seen this before right?”

With one hand, Clint attempted to pull the hammer, utilizing all his strength not an ounce unused.

“I still don’t know how you do it.”

“Smell the silent judgement?” Giggles escaped yours and Sarah’s lips as Steve turned to see his two best girls enjoying the amusement.

“Please, Stark, by all means.”

With arrogant poise, Stark raised from his seat, scooting to the table as you could picture his impending disappointment, already laughing at the mere thought.

“Never one to shrink from an honest challenge.”

Rolling up his sleeves, Tony placed his arm in the handle of the hammer.

“Right, so, if I lift it, I then rule Asgard?”

“Yes, of course.” Thor calmly replied, just basking in the free entertainment from his competitive friends. You could see Steve who was beside him, trying his best to contain his laughter. Directing Sarah’s attention from Tony and to Steve, she held in her own laughter as you explained what was happening.

“I will be reinstituting Prima Nocta.” To no surprise, the hammer didn’t budge leaving Tony quickly trying to cover his displeasure.

Tony then returned with his suit’s hand, the hammer still resting on the table. Even Rhodey joined Tony’s unsuccessful conquest.

“Are you even pulling?”

“Are you on my team?”

“Just represent. Pull.”

Next up was Bruce, who also failed, luckily not hulking out on everyone. Natasha gave him a smile while Steve and Thor tried to hide their merriment.

After Bruce’s fruitless attempt, it soon became your husband’s turn.

“Come on, Cap.”

Steve then pulled on the hammer with all his brawn. You weren’t even sure if you were paying attention to the hammer anymore, too caught up on the shirt clinging to Steve.

Your attention span was then proved when the hammer moved up. Sarah’s eyes widened as did yours. Thor had obviously noticed since you sensed some tensity from him. Steve tried once again, this time receiving the same futile result as the rest. When the hammer stopped budging you saw the now relieved man swiftly try to cover up his reaction. A nervous chuckle escaping his lips, echoing into the glass.

“Nothing!”

“Mrs. & lil Ms. Rogers?” Steve outstretched his hand to yours and Sarah’s, guiding you both towards the hammer. All three of you grabbed the hammer. Steve holding the handle while you and Sarah pulled at the stick. Everyone’s combined strength was enough to lift the hammer had it not been of otherworldly decent. Giving up, Sarah was just a smidge disappointed, perking back to herself at Tony’s quip.

“Even the House of Rogers failed too.” You shot Stark a faux look of vexation from the couch, to which he returned with his tongue poking out. Sarah caught this and then ran to him copying his action while you went to sit on Steve’s lap.

“And, Widow?”

Natasha sipped her beer and shook her head.

“That’s not a question I need answered.”

The night continued on with conspiracy theories about the hammer and playful jabs at Steve’s slip-up on his choice of words from the mission recently, Sarah enjoying every moment of the time albeit past her bedtime.

At some point, Sarah had fallen asleep on your shoulder as you and Steve bid your fellow Avengers goodbye.

Indeed, today has been one of the best days, all in part to your lovely family and closest friends.

#steve rogers #steve rogers x reader #steve rogers x you #steve rogers imagine #chris evans

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The Bewitching Full Moon // Count

smh they’re never gonna release points-based event cards ever again are they guess I gotta make my own 5-min headers

This event is another one of those “His POV” events. I guess the reception on those has been very positive (which, good, bc I like them too) so they’re pushing them out more and more. They’ve also been pushing the envelope on these ooh lala so sexi ma gah stories with these scandalous avatars. yea sexy ok w/e but are they fashionable? idk abt that one chief... and according to the twitter surveys the community has been comparatively lukewarm too. I mean if they’re gonna make event avatars harder to get why are they getting uglier man

also holy crap the resulting doc for this thing got really long i hope tumblr doesn’t destroy me copypasta

edit: here comes me “slept on it” day after edit, fixed formatting issues and grammar errors that stuck out. if it made it even worse imma cry-

Spoilers under the cut! Please credit if you take any of it, thenk u (･ω･*) image-heavy!

Under the full moon, which shimmered with an ominous violet light - a single stagecoach wheeled through the city. (I wonder how many times it has been where I’ve left the manse like this with her.) I sneak a glance to my side, and gaze at Kara’s dress-clad form. (Dress, shoes, gloves, necklace, hair ornaments...) (I give you every single object, article to wear - and with that you are dyed in my color.) (I experienced that joy even before, but...) Now that we have become lovers, that joy is becoming more and more difficult to come by. (Whenever I look at you, there is this emotion - one that is difficult to put into words - that surges within me.) (Frankly, I try my best to simply suppress it.) (...Well, there is particularly something that is too much to entirely subdue.) I recall that sweet sensation of the very moment where I get to strip off the dress I give her– While deep in my thoughts, a smile cracks my features.

count: the joy from dressing her up is becoming rarer me: ? o whys that count: bc the horny supersedes it me: sir

[Kara]: “Count?” (Oops- if she learned of the things like the carnal passions I bear, she would surely grow disillusioned with me.) [Count]: “It’s nothing. You are just so stunning that a smile eased onto my face.” [Kara]: “D-Don’t play around, please…” As if to hide her face, she lightly puts her hands on her cheeks. She takes small breaths, apparently to temper her heart, before looking up again.

[Kara]: “Um… Tonight’s banquet is opening quite late, isn’t it?” The typical banquet opens its curtains at approximately sunset, where the usual routine is to have dinner together before taking pleasure in dancing and chitchat. However, the time now is already past 10. (Will this be your first time going to this type of evening gathering?) [Count]: “There are nobles who grow tired of the same old pattern of the typical party.” [Count]: “So occasionally, evening parties with fascinating themes appear.” [Kara]: “Fascinating themes’?” [Count]: “Costume parties, calling on an acrobat…” [Count]: “Which reminds me of this one gathering where all the lights of the mansion were to be off. It was quite the fascinating party, yes.” [Count]: “Well, now I’m wondering what tonight’s party will be like.” [Kara]: “Hehe, I’m looking forward to it.” (Whenever you so innocently accept the circumstances at hand like this– because it’s you, I get worried. But...)

With a hand I quietly turn her waist towards me, and bring my lips to her ear. [Count]: “I don’t mind if you enjoy yourself, but I would like if you could firmly avoid being careless.” [Count]: “As in these kinds of parties, the dangers lie hidden.” [Kara]: “What do you mean by ‘dangers’…?” She quietly stares at me, visibly failing to catch the meaning behind my words. [Count]: “In a space separated from everyday life, reason easily crumbles away.” [Count]: “And when instinct conquers reason, the floor changes into a hunting ground for love.” I smoothly stroke her back and hug her waist. [Kara]: “Coun-…“ [Count]: “I do not have even the slightest intention to present my adorable lover to such wolves.”

[Count]: “Because you only belong to me, after all.” [Kara]: “—Nn,” I wrap my arm around her body that had slightly jumped, and as if to engrave my touch I press my lips against hers. [Count]: “…So that you will absolutely not separate from me. Understood?” [Kara]: “…Under, stood…” [Count]: “—Good girl.” I narrow my eyes in satisfaction at her answer, and intertwine our hands against my knee.

(Back before we became lovers, I feel that I still had my wits about me.) (So it was quite unexpected of me to become brimming with emotion like this from simply spending time after time together.) (But, tonight… it has become more difficult than usual to tie down…) I shift my gaze to the window, and the moon that floats in the sky above radiates this violet. (—It couldn’t be… Well.)

When we step inside the noble’s mansion, a different world stretched before us. The saloon was colored a brilliant red, and several tables had been arranged in a line where aristocrats entertained themselves with card games and roulette.

[Count]: “So you’re surprised by the casino.” [Kara]: “Wow… I’ve seen Arthur and the others play these sort of games, but this is the first time I’ve ever set foot in a place like this.” [Kara]: “So there can even be things like casinos in the parties of nobles, huh?” [Count]: “In the beginning, gambling was an activity popular within the elite. So it has been as much as a long time for me too.”

“get it cuz im old as fuuuu”

Her eyes swelled of fresh expectations as she looks around the saloon. (We came here to enjoy ourselves, so yes, I would like you to have fun. To be honest, I would rather not teach you how to play the more dubious games, but…) (If it’s just something like cards, there shouldn’t be a problem.) While I survey the surroundings, right in the direction of the bar counter a voice calls out to me.

[Baron]: “Ah, the Count. It has been a while.” [Baroness]: “After this we’re playing a bit of poker, but would you like to join us?” I turn my eyes to see a baron who I was acquainted with and his wife beckoning me over. [Count]: “Kara, would you like to try?” [Kara]: “I only know the very basic rules, but I’ll try.” [Count]: “I’ll teach you, then.”

[Count]: “…And with that, I have shown you more or less the fundamental rules– but is there anything else that you may be confused about?” [Kara]: “I think I’ll be okay from here…!” [Count]: “Then, let’s put it into practice.” [Kara]: “Please go easy on me.” [Baron]: “Well, young miss, when it comes to winning or losing there’s no such thing as leniency.” [Baroness]: “Oh, you! You shouldn’t scare such an adorable little lady like that.” During our pleasant chatter, the cards are dealt before the four of us and we each check our individual hands. (A King, another King, a Three, a Seven, and a Jack… With only these, I can form One Pair with my Kings. A rather mediocre hand.) (Or, I could discard the other three cards and aim for a Three of a Kind?) (Well then. And Kara…?) While maintaining a poker face, I slide a glance and— [Kara]: “…” Within the tension her cheeks were slightly flushed red, and her mouth was shaped into a faint smile. (It appears that good cards have come to her.) (…But I probably should have also taught her the techniques of forming a poker face.) Though subtly smiling bitterly, I pleasantly watched my beloved to whom I shall compete with in her first poker game – She was fixated on the five cards in her hand before suddenly lifting her eyes. The moment our eyes met…—

(Huh…?) Almost in slow motion, my fingers move… [Count]: “—kgh,”

My fingers pick out the two Kings from my hand and throw them into the muck without a moment's hesitation. (Why, am I acting like…) (For a moment, it was almost as if someone had taken over my body—) Akin to a marionette, my actions had disregarded my own will. In my centuries of living, it was the first time I had ever experienced anything like that. (Just what on Earth was…)

[Baroness]: “My, it’s rare for the Count to lose his poker face like that.” [Count]: “Perhaps it’s also all just an act?” [Baron]: “As you’d expect from the Count, you can’t underestimate him.” While playfully exchanging banter, my consciousness was once more preoccupied with some thorough reflection. What rose from my mind was the suspicious moon that had risen in the sky. (—The “purple moon”.) Much like tonight - once every several centuries, there is a night where moon gives off a violet light. (That moonlight sharpens the vampiric senses, and additionally…) (On the night of the shining purple moon, vampires cannot oppose their loved ones.) As for my loved ones, it is undeniably Kara. (In other words, tonight my body is – controlled by Kara.)

If this is the case, then it would explain the cryptic behavior from just a minute ago. (If I cannot go against her wishes…) (Right when I met her eyes, it is highly probable that she had wished to beat me.) I turn over the new cards that were dealt to me in exchange for my discarded ones. (An Eight, and a King.) (If I hadn’t thrown away those Kings, I would have formed a Three of a Kind...)

[Count]: “…It appears I’m out of luck.” I line up my random assortment of cards by suit and place them down on the table. [Baroness]: “Hehe, I have One Pair.” [Baron]: “I also have One Pair.” [Kara]: “I have a Three of a Kind.” She breaks into a cheerful smile and reveals her hand. [Count]: “It seems that Lady Luck is smiling upon you.” [Kara]: “Hehe… it seems like it.” From that carefree smile, a sweet feeling spreads within the depths of my heart. (The real thrill of poker is supposed to be the psychological warfare, but) (When you are so innocently delighted I seem to forget all about that.) (This is not entirely the way I would have wanted it, but I got to see something lovely.)

And so, as the game continued— …In the end, I was unable to outplay her. [Baron]: “It surprised me to see the Count so clumsy at poker.” [Baron]: “Are you up for another round?” [Count]: “Please forgive me, but I cannot afford to display such an unsightly side of myself in front of my beloved anymore.” [Baroness]: “Miss Kara, I had fun with you tonight.” [Kara]: “Me too. Thank you for inviting me to play.” We leave the table, and I call on a waiter dressed in black to halt for me. [Count]: “May I have two glasses of champagne?” Receiving the pair of flutes, I hold out one of them to Kara. [Count]: “For your victory.”

[Count]: “So, for the occasion, shall we have a toast somewhere?” [Kara]: “Yes, of course… Um, where are we going?” [Count]: “How about someplace like the balcony?” [Count]: “With your first poker victory, it is a special night.” [Count]: “I want to have a quiet toast between just the two of us.” [Kara]: “O-Okay…”

Between the two of them, the honey-colored champagne sways in the glasses as if to mark the beginning of a sweet night…

Clinking our glasses, the champagne bubbles rise to the surface. [Count]: “Congratulations. Even to the end, I just couldn’t beat you.”

or rather “Congratulations - For I couldn’t win (over you) even at the end.” but that sounds kind of shady hm

[Kara]: “Thank you, but I definitely just got lucky there.” [Kara]: “I guess there really is such a thing as beginner’s luck, huh.” [Count]: “You say that, but you still seem rather happy about it?” I set my glass down and stroke her grinning cheeks with my fingertips to poke fun at them. [Count]: “Are you really that pleased about besting me?” [Kara]: “This is the first time I’ve ever won against the Count with something, so naturally I’m happy about it…”

lol i know they mean by “winning” in the general sense but i like to think they’ve played several types of games together and he just never lets her win

(You are truly not wearing a poker face of any kind right now.) (Even when you do try to hide it, it’s clearly apparent when you are thinking about something else.) [Count]: “But that’s not all, is it?” (I know that you wanted to beat me because the light of the purple moon had affected my body to do so.) (You so deeply wanted, from the bottom of your heart, to win - so I want to know the real reason behind it.) [Count]: “Come, truthfully confess to me.” [Kara]: “I can’t let anything slip past you, it seems…”

She’s at a bit of a loss for words before slowly looking up at me to possibly gauge my expression. [Kara]: “The truth is… back from when you kissed me in the carriage, I had been thinking about it.” [Count]: “That you wanted to beat me in something?” [Kara]: “Yes. At the time, while I was trying my hardest to calm my heartbeat…” [Kara]: “You, however, maintained your composed, collected face, right?” [Kara]: “That moment today wasn’t the only time it’s been like that; ever since we’ve become lovers, it has happened so many times that it’s impossible to count…” She tightly bites her lip. [Kara]: “I just can’t compete with someone like you.” [Kara]: “But then I thought with something like poker, I could perhaps win with luck on my side.”

[Kara]: “Since I’ve always been the one being toyed with…” [Kara]: “Tonight, I thought… that I wanted to see the Count’s– see Abel’s, restless face…”

At that moment, I realized the consequences I had wrought from my prying – but it was already too late. The instant she shot through me with those eyes blurred with shyness, I could hear the sound of my reason shattering into pieces…

[Count]: “kgh—” (—I cannot fight it.) (Kara, I want to… No, I need – to take you.)

So I changed this entirely bc there’s no English equivalent. The original line can be literally translated as “Kara, I want to take you… no, take you.” What he does is change the pronoun he uses for “you” (kimi → omae) to signal the change in the level of intimacy. With most people (mansion residents, people in general) the Count uses “kimi”. Though with those who know him at a closer level, like Leonardo and Vlad, he uses “omae”. (Mostly) men are only really supposed to use “omae” with people they’re close to or it comes off as rude. This is significant with the Count and MC’s relationship because he begins to refer to her as “omae” when they’re alone together (and thus wants to make a point about how personal it is) once they reciprocate their feelings in Chapter… 24(?). The writers are more than aware of this, because all of the Count’s His POV stories in his route are titled 「君○○」 “kimi ____” but the His POV titles for the Endings use “omae”.

[Kara]: “—gh, Abel…” When I strongly embrace her, from the corner of my eye I catch sight of the moon in its sheen of purple light. Paired with this boiling sensation in my blood, I once again realize the meaning of my existence. [Count]: “…As you desire, I shall become just a man for you.” [Kara]: “A, bel…? —Mn, nn…” I steal her lips, as if to take away all of her warmth. (Just simple touches are not enough.) I draw her head closer and entangle our tongues to steal those lips even deeper. (What’s this - it’s sweet… from the scent, the touch, and the taste…) However, my hunger was not sated even by this kiss. (More - I want to taste you, more…) I pull her waist towards me and capture her tongue that had attempted to escape in a fluster. Dominated by instinct, like a starved beast I devour her lips.

(…Seeking her in this way, in an unknown place where someone could come, what in God’s name is wrong with me?) The remains of my reason murmur from the edge of my mind. But, contrary to those feelings, there was a certain kind of a pleasure intoxicating my heart. (The sense of my reason being thrown aside… is this sweet, hm…?) My fingertips, in their longing for her, slowly ride up the hem of her dress.

sir this is a community balcony i’m gonna need you to take yourself out

[Kara]: “Ngh… A, bel…”

[Count]: “Whether to accept or refuse me, is up to you.”

PREMIUM ENDING

The “purple moon” sharpens the vampire’s senses, and additionally– a vampire’s body that basks in its moonlight shall be dominated by their loved ones. [Kara]: “Since I’m always the only one being toyed with…” [Kara]: “Tonight, I thought… that I wanted to see the Count’s– see Abel’s, restless face…” —A loved one’s wishes, for tonight, can be granted under this moon that emits this mysterious light. My fingertips, in their longing for her, slowly ride up the hem of her dress. [Kara]: “Ngh… A, bel…” [Count]: “Whether to accept or refuse me, is up to you.”

Releasing her lips from our deep kiss, I securely hug her from behind and place her hands against the balcony. [Kara]: “Abel, what are…?” The eyes that look over the shoulder quiver in confusion. (Right now, as instinct overwhelms me... I want to take you.) [Count]: “Show me that disheveled form of yours some more.” A hand glides upwards to approach her chest, and wraps around her breast through the silk of the fabric. [Kara]: “Nnn… Abel,” [Count]: “It’s all right. I shall hide you in a way that no else can see.” [Count]: “Even for myself, I do not intend to show that sweet expression of yours to other men.” [Kara]: “That’s not the…” Her eyes were widened, and moistened with shame. [Count]: “And just who was the one who said that they wanted to see my restless face?” [Kara]: “That’s...” The adorable figure of my beloved, trapped with lowered eyes, also makes a bewitching pleasure sharply simmer within me. (If I happened to look into a mirror right now… Without a doubt, I would see that the face I’m wearing is far from that of a gentleman.) [Count]: “I know that you also want to learn of these indecent pleasures, hm?” [Kara]: “I…—nn,” To cut off her words, I rub the peaks of her breasts against the silk with the pads of my fingers. [Kara]: “ah- Mn…” [Count]: “To the point where I can find that out immediately— harden them for me.” [Count]: “Not wanting to know this pleasure... you don’t seem that way at all, or am I mistaken?” (Because of the purple moon, I cannot go against her wishes tonight.) (If she truly didn’t want this, I wouldn’t be able to even lay a finger on her.) (Since I am able to touch her, this means—)

[Count]: “…You truly, want me to forcibly take you, don’t you?” Burying my face onto her nape I move my fingers to agitate her, her body trembling within me. Desperately biting her lip, she stifles her sweet voice. (Whatever it is that you are thinking, I will quite distinctly know what it is.) (Because the one controlling me, is you yourself…) I rub her with my fingers again, and she twists her back with a shudder. [Kara]: “Hah, ah…” [Count]: “It seems that you are feeling it more than usual.” [Count]: “To seek a thrill like this, what a bad girl you are.”

[Count]: “But, if you don’t keep that voice down, you will be heard, no?” [Kara]: “Ha, ah- But… I can’t… hold o-…” [Count]: “There’s no other choice, then.” The corners of my lips raise into an elegant smile before I lift her chin. [Count]: “I’ll stifle it for you.” [Kara]: “Mn, uhn…” Continuing to lovingly caress her breast in one hand I press my lips to hers, providing even more heat. A voice laced with temptation spills out from her wetted lips. [Kara]: “A…bel… if you do, any more than this, I…” [Count]: “Then if I do any more than this, what will happen?” [Kara]: “Don’t bully me…” Her lovely voice cries out between the light brushes of our lips, and my chest sweetly tightens from the sound. (This appetite will not be satisfied until I make her wholly mine.) [Count]: “Do you take me for a man who only teases and leaves you unfulfilled?”

[Count]: “I shall stain your entire body with pleasure.”

…In a certain room. I slip off my coats, vest, tie, and finally shirt to reveal my bare skin…While I fling them onto the sofa one by one, I lead Kara in the direction of the bed. (The part where I drive her to the corner like this… is exceptional tonight.)

[Kara]: “Ah…” Hitting the edge of the bed, she casts her eyes down as there is nowhere else to go. [Count]: “…Got you.” I capture her beloved body into my arm’s embrace, and slowly push her down onto the bed. [Count]: “In here, you can be as loud as you like.” [Kara]: “But… is it okay to use this room as you please…?” [Count]: “When we arrived tonight we had talked about the themes of evening parties, correct?” I move my hand from stroking her blooming cheeks to press a fingertip against her lips. [Count]: “For those who wish to indulge in something rather risqué for the night, they prepare rooms like this.” [Count]: “So I shall receive this room for use with my humble gratitude.” I unravel the ribbon on the back, and the silk dress almost seemed to glide off her shoulder as it fell down.

(I do like to beautifully dress you up – but stripping you down with my own two hands also sends my heart racing.) [Kara]: “gh…” I seize her hands that were about to cover her chest and pin them to the sheets. [Count]: “Without hiding anything, show yourself to me.” Her exposed skin became shamefully dyed with the hue of roses before my very eyes. This color, teeming with vitality, made my vampiric instincts ache painfully.

[Kara]: “n-no… It’s embarrassing…” [Count]: “Then, if I stop looking… I shall have a taste instead.” I meet her breasts and crawl the tip of my tongue along the peak. [Kara]: “Ah, aah… Abel… Mn,” She pushes against my chest in light resistance. But before long her resistance had ceased, and gradually changed to that of her disheveled sighs and sweet gasps. [Count]: “It seems that you’ve become quite honest with yourself.” [Kara]: “To be loved like this – I have no choice but to be honest, right…?” [Kara]: “As tonight will be the only time I’ll get to know of your ferocious emotions…”

My mind is suddenly drawn to her wording. (Does she know about the purple moon…?) But I cannot imagine that she would know about something like a rare phenomenon that occurs only once every several centuries. I stare at her as if to look into her heart, and our eyes meet.

[Kara]: “More… Please, lose yourself to me, more…” (If she does know about the purple moon, and thus is purposefully provoking me, then…) [Count]: “What a naughty girl. Do you want to ruin my composure that badly?” [Kara]: “Yes…” The Count’s body is completely, sweetly steeped in her words, and as if it were alcohol his reason gradually dissolved. (Right now, even the words that I always shower her with will not come out.) For his heart was dominated only by the instinct of a vampire, and only by the instinct to love her as a man. [Count]: “I want to cast away my morality and reason, and just love you.”

FIN

this guy…………is a lot. i thought maybe everyone would be like this for the event but no, leo only gets weird bc essentially his mc was dumb enough to try to pick up broken shards of glass with her bare hands (im not trying to shame her… but i am) and then it’s not really isaac’s fault when he already has the worst bloodthirst out of all of them so sir step into the paddy wagon, the horni police will question u shortly

anyway tl;dr the sweet ending has the mc reveal to him early that she knew what the purple moon does to vampires in terms of the heightened vampire senses and crud but not the obedience to loved ones so he tells her blah blah romanceu talk but he still wants to bone and so they go home to do it instead.

Make sure to purchase the Epilogue when you have the chance! It’s good stuff ( ͡° ͜ʖ ͡°)

So, thanks for reading! (`･ω･´) Sorry if it’s hard to parse through. there’s a reason why editing is a job people get paid for orz

#idk wat the engl tags are idk #like do they call him comte #how french do we get #ikemen vampire #ikevam #comte de saint germain

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literaphobe · 3 years

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im literally so confused abt what even is linguistics bc im a rare breed of gay who can do math and LIKE it but good luck with ur little trees and Hz's of sounds <3 i hate making trees can't imagine how u must be feeling

also can i ask how info systems was in general? bc i was kinda thinking taking that program but it sounds stressful

hhhhh my suggestion is don’t take it up if you don’t have experience in coding.... because if you’ve never done it before there’s no guarantee that you’ll be good because it’s a Whole other skillset. plus information systems involves like. business stuff. so you’ll be doing projects where u pretend to make an app or you’re leading a fake company and just. lots of dumb business stuff but it’s IT which. ew HAHAHAHA like u gotta give presentations and stuff and tbh i could like. somewhat do p ok at the non coding stuff but it was still like. whatever. it was kinda cool sometimes tho because i once gave a presentation about p much nothing for two minutes and my teacher was crazy impressed with me. he was like everyone else was either ok or sucked but Michelle was excellent.... “THAT is how you give a speech” he said. it was so funny because the content of my speech was nothing. it was my group mates that were saying the real stuff. anyway unless ur neurotypical and really good at math and also really eloquent and good at speaking i don’t suggest u take it up like if ur super good at math and interested in coding just be a computing major NFJDJDJDJD

like. i’m also really good at math but there’s a difference between solving a math question where the time u actually take to write down the solution is short whereas coding... ok let me say it like this. math. u solve the question. coding. u solve the question, then you TEACH the computer to solve the question and u gotta do it by typing very specific things in a very specific way. which is like memorization. and i don’t like having to memorize things. it’s not that i can’t it’s that i don’t want to and not wanting to do something is like. game over for me fjdjjdjdjd so. uh. i’m better at application. math is applying formulas, English is applying grammar rules, put simply, so yeah. i’m an English and math gay and that’s why people were scared of me in school fjdjdjdjdj but also for a lot of it i had untreated adhd. when my adhd was untreated i was like a wild card. maybe i’ll do something academically impressive. maybe i’ll get the worst grades in the whole class. when i was on concerta i still didn’t really study but i had the advantage of actually being able to process the things i hear and see on a daily basis. which. is a normal thing neurotypicals have apparently. sometimes i would accidentally forget to take my pill (v rare those days but it happened) and i would be like. it was like someone had crippled me. in the lecture. nothing. everyone making background noise. cannot filter anything. it was a nightmare. adhd is. a nightmare

anyway linguistics also. u have to remember things but uh. it’s WAY WAY WAY better than fucking CODING like. so yeah. i badly want to restart my degree because i wasn’t on my meds properly for most of it and i haven’t taken my meds in like a year. my grades are like. all over the place. it’s embarrassing and i just wanna. start afresh. i’ve applied to change my degree like twice but this time i wanna explain my adhd and going off my meds properly. and SPECIFICALLY ask to get a clean slate. meaning i’ll have to retake several classes and choose not to take several classes and do new ones instead but. it is what it is. it also probably maybe might not work but..... the least i can do is try

#ask #SORRY THIS GOT SO LONG #AND I WENT OFF ON SEVERAL UNRELATED TANGENTS #DJSJDJJDDJJSDJDJ

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jungjkjh707 · 5 years

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Jungle heat||Pt:1

Panther hybrid!Jungkook

Fennec fox hybrid!Hoseok

Bottom!Hoseok

Top!Jungkook

Please read:

✒️Keep in mind that it doesn’t matter what type of hybrid they are so basically most of the hybrids in this live in the jungle. If they was truly that animal though or their animal instincts needed to be in the right conditions, they’ll live in the appropriate area. I just chose the jungle as the setting because everyone seems to like the forest with the typical wolf x bunny lmao (not all the time that was just an example)

Yes I know panthers do not live in groups but keep in mind they’re also part human so I made them live in a village together, but I did make them hunt alone. Also since they do not live in groups there is no specific term but I called them an ambush,, which I already know isn’t correct but yet again, there’s a lot of things I want to explain but just read the story and if you have questions just ask me y’know? (I might just call them a group)

But I want to get this one down.

Yes Jungkook can knot although he’s a feline hybrid and mainly canines do that. Specifically wolves. It just intrigued me to add it but I didn’t want to make him a wolf so I simply made most hybrids have knots too so it won’t be weird. So yes I did my research but I’m breaking the rules since it’s a fanfic and anything is possible although I should’ve made some bits somewhat logical. Oh well.

Also there’s a few mentions of eating others aka what you’ll call canibalism, but no one eats each other.

Also there’s a huge chance they are some repeated words, grammar error, spelling errors, shit that doesn’t even make sense, and more cause I rushed this and wrote the last bit when I was tired as fuck.

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Hoseok was running quick. His heart thumped hard against his rib cage and when he coughed he felt like he’ll hurl it up. His steps were heavy and he felt his lungs trying to close up on him yet he only ran faster. Specially when he heard the low growl of the panther that was chasing him.

He screeched once he tripped over the roots of a huge tree. He cursed the jungle for having such biodiversity, yet without it he might be dead. Yet now he actually might be dead.

He hurriedly tried to get up on his feet, but was forced back down by a rather large foot pressing on his back. He wailed and screeched in agony.

“P-Please Mr. Panther!” Hoseok sobbed, not wanting to get eaten. The panther was on his rut and most likely feasted on anything to fufil his desires. Hoseok smelt his alluring scent, getting put into a daze because of it and almost going exactly to it before he heard that low rumble of a grow and zoomed away.

But that panthers purpose was something else, not to eat the naked hybrid although he looked fairly tasty with his naked figure glistening in the puddle he fell into not long ago.

Yes, they were all naked- well Hoseok was at the moment. His clothes were torn off by the feline when he got extremely clothes and ripped them off, an attempt to grab him. And the pants he wore were taken by a thick twig and he was surprised he didn’t get scarred.

The panther himself was wearing leather pants, but not a shirt. That had gotten torn off as well when he was chasing the fennec. Hybrids who lived in the jungle -that consisted of various hybrids living here- were either naked or wearing cheap clothes. Yet they’ve became so high in technology that they knew how to sew and make proper clothes like the humans in the city. Heavens sake, they was still part human so they had common sense and knew when it was necessary to wear clothes yet the excuse was that it was comfortable being free although they know they can get badly hurt running around like that.

They didn’t care though.

Nonetheless, Hoseok was trying to run to the flamingos so they’ll protect him, but it was too late. He also had a snake hybrid chasing him earlier and that alone made him almost piss himself.

Now he was caught by a large feline and felt his bladder getting full. He was scared shitless.

“Please..” Hoseok sniffed and the panther said nothing yet dig his foot deeper into his back, his sharp nails scratching at him and making the fennec let out a noise of distress.

The panther then growled that obviously came deep from his throat, warning the fennec if he tried anything he might hurt him more. After getting the other under control, he stopped digging his foot into his back and picked up the fennec, tossing him over his shoulder.

Now he was heading back to show his village his prey and possibly take him to his little mating nest to breed him.

That was his purpose.

He needed to feel some type of heat around him, something he can recklessly use so he can get off edge. His stomach was churning and swelling. It burned and the images he had in his head were just straight up pleasing, making him desperate to just get to his house and do those wild desires already.

Yet firstly, since this was his prize he was proud to show the fennec off. Fennec fox hybrids were so rare to find in this jungle, if actually looking for them. Scratch that, fennecs weren’t really on the list for those to catch since the main prey were bunnies, but they were just as rare..now —since they’re in hiding—. Yet now any small hybrid was just as special, able to fuel the viscous predators up for this typical season even if their prey was a predator themselves, like the fennec the panther caught.

And this, this fennec was beautiful and would breed his cubs, stay in his litter, maybe. And maybe he’ll consider letting him go, but that was tough considering the hybrid was on his rut and might get attached to the fennec afterwards and or feast on him once he’s done his purposes to him.

Currently the panther was hissing at any other hybrid that got in his way, specifically the snakes and other bigger felines.

“He’s got a fennec!” A parrot screeched up at the tree tops accompanied by another one.

“Woooow! Nice going. Good luck fox!” The hybrids cackled and Hoseok simply sobbed in response, glaring up at the hybrids and sighing when their beautiful wings lifted them up into the air and away.

Once they made it to a waterfall that ended up turning to an amazing little village when you went behind it, Hoseok felt his heart began to quicken. There was so much panthers. He was afraid. He didn’t want to be eaten! He was in a very bad situation.

The panther stood up proud at his catch, his siblings clapping or trying to get a good look at his little prey or wanting to do something with him. Yet the panther simply made a rumbling noise at them with warning. They backed off with wilted ears and continued on with their day, going to catch something of their own to show off as proud as the young panther. Specially to calm their raging needs to breed something.

“Oh!” A female panther stopped the hybrid carrying Hoseok and the boy only smiled hugely in response.

“Good morning mother. I’ve caught this and came to show you. Isn’t he a beaut?” The boy had a nice raspy voice with a deep Busan accent. Hoseok couldn’t see but guessed the female nodded her head in approval, hearing the hum that’ll usually go with it.

“How long did it take?”

“He tripped and it should have only taken about four minutes or less. Mother you don’t understand how proud I am. If I was able to show father, I would and with glory.” Voice booming with confidence, Hoseok almost sneezed when the other had his tail literally wagging against his face.

“Ah, your father would be proud. Now go on before the little fox dies from distress and we wouldn’t want that. Go on. Go enjoy your catch.” His mother shooed him off and the panther simply started walking off to one of the village houses that wasn’t too far.

“Alpha alpha!” A couple kids stopped the boy and they gawked at Hoseok. Oh god, he’s nearly there. He just wanted to get home, but he couldn’t be mean to the kids and stood there.

“Woa! He’s beautiful!” A little boy yipped and touched Hoseoks fluffy tail, causing the boy to let out a little weary noise, but knowing it was a cub he simply let him do so.

“He is.” The panther fixed the fox more up his shoulder and hummed.

“What are you going to do with him, is he our feast?”

Upon hearing that Hoseok started whining and withering, wanting to be freed. He would be no one’s feast, hell his body would probably only feed the cubs. Maybe one or three depending on how much they eat, but he felt like fainting with how scared he was, his body could not bare it.

The male was quick to shut up the fennec up with a warning growl if he didn’t be quiet followed by a quick squeeze on his thighs. Hoseok yelped in bliss and the other felt his shoulder get wet and warm. The panthers tail bristled and flew up in surprise.

That was incredibly fast.

His eyes slightly widened, words coming out quicker than expected with pure anticipation, “I’ll be going now cubs, say hello to mother, she’s taking a stroll by the lake. She’s lonely so kindly go make her feel better.” He excused himself quickly and shooed them off. The cubs yipped in excitement and ran off to greet the female at the lake. No it wasn’t really their mother, they saw her as one though yet that wasn’t important right now as the hybrid hurriedly went inside his little home.

Locking the door after himself he carefully sat the scared fox on a pile of prosthetic wool he sown together. Also once he set the other down he noticed how the fennec tried scurrying away. The larger hybrid sighed.

“My little fox,” he started, “bare with me or I won’t go as easy as I was intending to go.” The panther bored his tired eyes into the others scared ones and Hoseok lowered his big ears in fright nonetheless.

To clarify or make the fox a little better the feline slowly said, as sincerely as possible, “I won’t eat you, little fox. So please bare with me, you must understand I’m on my rut. We won’t eat you. I won’t allow them to. You are my prize so they’ll know better not to mess with you.”

That somewhat made Hoseok feel better yet he wanted to be no one’s prize, catch, or what they’ll say, prey. He understood the other was on heat and all, he just wasn’t ready to be breed. Well specifically by some stranger. Yet his posture on the wool pile somewhat softened from his previous tensed position. Maybe they’ll provide him food if he lives after this. He’s been searching for berries for a while now because he never wanted to hurt anything, but he obviously wasn’t going full on herbivore cause that thought just bothered him, he still needed meat. So of course Hoseok was an omnivore.

Actually, all hybrids were despite them being part animal that probably was a herbivore or something. An example was a bunny hybrid. Yes, their animal side was a herbivore, but because they was still part human they can feast on meat, but they would most likely have a crave for something rather specific like berries or vegetables. Rarely eating meat unless they’re just craving it.

But it wasn’t like that for all. Some stayed carnivores. Some stayed herbivores. While most stayed omnivores. It just depended if their diet traits from their human side was stronger than their animal side or vice versa.

Hoseok asked nonetheless, “What..is your name?”

Once the panther does this he’ll have his full trust and would allow him to do anything to him. He’ll have his consent after this because taking names was a big responsibility quite literally.

“Jeon Jungkook.” He said calmly and Hoseok hummed, “Name’s Jung Hoseok.”

Although he said he’ll have his consent, he was in battle stance when the boy came closer to him. Snarling lowly, eyes begging for mercy from the other.

The other halted, “Remember, I won’t harm you. Just bare with me and this will be easy for the both of us.” Hoseok sighed and nodded his head.

Hoseok was unknowingly sending pheromones of submission. Being this close to hybrid who was on heat really affected him. His eyelids started to become heavy and if he keeps inhaling the boy’s husky, alluring scent, his heat would get triggered just because of the felines. But maybe it actually might have gotten triggered, his body suddenly trembling and stomach becoming hot.

Problem is, he’s never shared his heat with anyone.

He whimpered.

Jungkook groaned at his sudden sweet aroma and as delicious as Hoseoks scent was on it’s own, the additional tang from the presence of slick becoming more evident and the sheer knowledge that the boy was now becoming fertile and his body was yearning for cock, for a knot to fill him, was going to have double the effect on Jungkook since he himself was already on his rut and now the other was on it cause of him.

The panther nearly launched at the boy yet remained his steady pace and soon got on his knees to be face to face with the fox.

Hoseok remained still as he stared at Jungkook with full on desperation. The panther was insanely handsome and well, maybe Hoseok was a little happy the boy decided to hunt him down besides the other vulpines he was hanging out with before that insane chase. Not only because he looked good, but if he was maybe captured by a tiger or anything else, he wouldn’t be alive at this very moment.

Jungkook brung his hand up, claws displayed as he put a strand of hair behind Hoseok’s ear and hummed.

“You’re very pretty, Hoseok.” That made Hoseok swish his tail a bit despite him being in pain. He bit his lower lip and looked away. Flustered, he almost absentmindedly tilted his neck to the side when the panther purred lowly. It was like a spell to reveal his swollen scent gland, his marking spot. Jungkook licked his lips and growled quietly and Hoseok whimpered.

Jungkook was quick to settle the fox on all fours hearing that faint whimper. He needed to hurry before he actually engulfs the fox whole. His hunger was coming harder yet he completely ignored it to admire the foxs beautiful skin that should’ve been all muddy and dirty.

Oh he looked so tast- no! He can’t keep thinking like this.

Claws still out, he grabbed the boys plush ass with both hands and squeezed whilst slowly retracting his sharp nails so he won’t harm him.

Hoseok winced and yelped in delight when his round cheeks got parted. And he yelped even more with a tiny moan following when the boy followed up his previous action by licking a cow stripe at the slick the fennec was gushing out unknowingly.

“A-Ah- alpha!” Hoseok yelped, tail twitching and ass only spilling more slick. “So sweet, my sweet sweet fox.” The panthers leather pants were getting extremely tight, his raging boner was dripping precum just by the foxs taste.

He groaned and parted his ass wider, wanting to collect more of his sweet nectar. Tongue lolling out of his mouth, he dove down to latch his lips onto his fluttering flower and sucked in as much slick as he can, tongue fucking his hole open meanwhile he downed the slick going into his mouth. The fox was a quivering mess, thighs shaking as he let out a string of moans and winces.

“Ahhlph-Alpha..” Hoseok wailed, head hiding in the crook of his elbow, panting harshly as the feline ate him out. The feline simply hummed in response and groaned in pain with how the tight fabric of his pants was getting, literally not letting his boner have some space. He stopped, which allowed the fennec to breathe as the feline tore off his pants and sighed when his cock was free from the restraints.

He then resumed to what he was doing only to stop, he was impatient and this rut would be the death of him if he doesn’t feel his girth in that warmth sheath of the fox. The other could say the same. His vulnerability allowing him to submit to the first person who could offer him some relief from the desperate arousal and neediness that rushed through his veins without anymore complaints and the need to escape.

And that was obviously Jungkook who he was submitting into, although he would’ve been the panther’s relief either way even if his heat didn’t strike him so suddenly.

Nonetheless, Jungkook could already feel Hoseok’s heat when he neared his finger towards his hole. Tongue grazing over his bottom lip, he rubbed his fingers against the slick mixed with saliva to rub it all over his fingers so it can play as lube.

“..This’ll hurt a bit, but have you ever shared your heat with anyone or took part in someone else’s?” The response he got was a head shake and oh how he felt special that he was sharing one of his worst seasons with the hybrids first shared heat— he can’t wait anymore.

Collecting more slick from the boy only to push it back inside his hole with his finger, he did this slowly to prep him for his swollen cock that kept twitching when he thought how warm and tight Hoseok’d feel.

Hoseok yelped and clenched the prosthetic wool tightly, ears flopping around crazily as he tried to withstand the uncomfortable sensation of those digits still pressing deeper into him.

“H-Hurts- it hurts!” Hoseok gasped sharply and Jungkook stopped immediately.

“Relax. Loosen up for me if you want this to run smooth. I don’t want to hurt you. Or..we can stop and I can find another prey if you’d like?” Saying those words with full disappointment made Hoseok widen his eyes. Jungkook boasted that he caught the perfect prey and now he wouldn’t be able to use him so it was like he was boasting for nothing. Plus Hoseok gave him his consent and wanted him to do things to him so he himself can feel proper relief for the first time.

“N-No! It’s fine..alpha I just..I just need time..” Hoseok whimpered and panted softly, his muscles still clenching tightly around the boys finger.

“Ok.” Jungkook sighed, unable to take his digit out because of the tight hold. If he didn’t move it soon, he’ll lose patience and might do something he really doesn’t want to do when the other said he needed more time.

It came to the point where the panther got impatient yet somehow managed to keep his cool as he soothingly said, “Loosen up..just relax for me, I promise it’ll be all worth it in the end. But if I don’t stretch you out properly when I put it in, you’ll rip and bleed and I don’t want that. You don’t want that. I want to get you through my rut nicely-“

“- yours perfectly.” Jungkook said in a hushed tone, referring to Hoseok’s heat.

Hoseok blushed at that. The fact that he was meant to be used at first and now Junkook was trying to help him get through his first shared heat was so kind, even when he was in more pain.

It took some time for Hoseok to relax and let his muscles stop clinging onto the others digit. Jungkook stayed there for a bit before taking it out and gently pushing it back in, Hoseok still winced yet as he continued his motions those winces and cries slowly turned to moans after slow and careful rhythmic motions.

“Feels better?” Hoseok nodded and gripped the sheets, hips rutting back, “Oh this is nothing..you’ll feel much better just bare with me for a few more minutes so you can get ready for what I have waiting, ok?”

“M-Mhm..”

Patience was key for the panther and he was surprised he’s actually ignoring his urge to ruin the fox or worse. Finally after he’s been good enough with one finger, he added another one in slowly that evolved into the same process, then a third that was a little bit smoother until he started scissoring him easily.

Hoseok figured he was ready and exhaled out with a shaky breathe despite it only being about five minutes of preparation and he was still somewhat scared and tight but didn’t care. He was needy. He needed that knot.

“I’m ready alpha..”

“You sure?” The worry in the hybrids voice made Hoseok somewhat laugh.

“Yes,” he paused and gulped, “yes..I can’t take it anymore.”

He was ready to let the panther ruin him and he curled his toes when he heard the other shuffle behind him, large hands coming to curl around his waist so that the huge shaft waiting for him can get aligned with his fairly prepped flower.

No words were exchanged because Jungkook just couldn’t take it anymore. He wiggled his tip in between the crack of the fox’s butt for slick. Still collecting his dripping lubricant, he sighed in delight when he easily pushed in his throbbing tip in one go.

Meanwhile the male was enjoying his tight, warm sheath, the fox was experiencing much worse after the new size that was nothing compared to his fingers.

Hell and he thought he was ready.

“H-hhwait..” And Jungkook did just that. He waited. His thighs clenched to calm himself from ramming into him mercilessly. Hoseok was ripping the sheets with his clean pink nails, toes doing the same as he shook at the pain. Feeling his walls stretch left a burning feeling yet it was oddly satisfying.

“You ok?” Jungkook checked up on him, long black tail swaying before reaching in front of him to wrap around the fox’s fluffy, blonde black tipped tail for support.

“Mm..” Was the only thing capable of leaving Hoseok’s mouth at the moment and Jungkook somewhat took that as a sign to push in a bit more. And so he did. Pushing more in, the sound of slick squelching evident as he buried himself deep inside the others suffocating heat. Hoseok panted into the wool, tail twitching here and there yet Jungkook simply held his tail tight with his own, somewhat soothing him.

“O-Oh..too big..” Hoseok moaned and Jungkook only hummed in pleasure. It took a few minutes of not moving at all for Jungkook to actually be at a slow rhythmic pace.

Hoseok was moaning and hissing, their tails still latched together. The squelch sound insanely noticeable even with the slow deliberate thrusts. Jungkook had his eyes closed, savoring every little bit of this because the warmth and tightness surrounding his cock was all too much. It felt like heaven.

Hoseok huffed, eyes closed tight and surprised gasps escaping his lips with the way snapped his hips roughly a few times, before going all slow again. His thighs were tensed up, he was trying so hard to keep this up until he got the sign.

And not even seconds later, Hoseok rolled his hips in a way indicating that he wanted more. The other simply wasted no time in picking up the pace bit by bit. Slipping in out with complete ease, each ram in pushed hardly against Hoseok’s prostate in an instant.

Hoseok screamed. Not literally, but the bliss he felt, such relief and pleasure that flowed through him let him release noises, loud ones at that, that he didn’t know he can produce. This pace, this pace was messy and brutal, but it felt soo good. The way the panthers huge length rubbed against his velvety walls quickly made him sensitive and instinctively clench around the other. And that affected the panther in such a nice way when he got squeezed that he only went harder, his rut taking over him completely now.

“A-Alpha!” Hoseok yelped, back arching deeply, tears streaming down his flushed apple cheeks when he felt the boy’s tip press against his prostate and roll his hips, grinding into him. Ears drooping down like a lopsided bunny, his tongue lolled out his mouth. He was breathless yet Jungkook was the one doing all the work and still seemed to have so much energy stored in him.

After some time they switched positions. Hoseok had his hands intertwined with the others as they was pinned next to his head. He laid flat on his back and his body slid up and down the sweaty prosthetic wool that the panther had to hold him tight to keep him in place while he still pounded into his sensitive hole.

Eyes lidded as he stared at the larger hybrid above him, he wanted to cover his mouth pathetically. These noises were so foreign to him and changed each time a powerful thrust happened.

“I-ah! Oh— p-please!” Hoseok sobbed, body trembling terribly and Jungkook abruptly stopped. Hoseok panted hard and the panther still seemed fine, breathing perfect, but still slightly faltered.

The panther slipped out suddenly, cock still rock hard and he even stood up. Hoseok was confused. He smelt that his rut wasn’t over. And Hoseok’s heat was most definitely not over. Hoseok shakily raised to his elbows, a leg weakly crossing over the other as he stared at the panther getting dressed.

Wait.. no, no he wanted more? He needed it. He craved for it.

“Stay here.” The panther stated and why did Hoseok feel like crying once he left? Not only because he was still in pain, but when Jungkook kept saying he wouldn’t allow his people to eat him, he actually did feel safe. But now he was alone, they probably still smelt Hoseok in here and knew he had no guard. And they could probably smell his slick and neediness.

Hoseok scoffed. He huffed and crossed his arms. Body getting entirely sore, he was starting to get all sleepy. He winced when he laid back down on the prosthetic wool, but when he sniffed it, it smelt like many other hybrids. He crashed his brows and inhaled it more.

Panthers. Well of course the panther must have shared his other ruts with the females or males, but why did it make Hoseok so jealous? Obviously these was others times and the boy wasn’t even probably thinking about hunting. This probably meant absolutely nothing to the panther and Hoseok should feel that way too.

Yet it still bothered him. At least wash away the scents..to make your prey somewhat comfortable..or at least go to the bedroom.

He shouldn’t be this annoyed yet he still growled lowly to himself and crawled off the wool to lay on the carpet instead. He was still hard like a rock and he itches for those huge hands to be gripping his waist tightly again. He sniffles and shouldn’t have gotten attached so fast but thinwas the effect heats had.

Curling up into a ball, he pouted and squeezed his legs together, falling asleep not even seconds later.

Meanwhile Jungkook went hunting for berries and fish at the lake. Ruts and heats most likely make every hybrid hungry inbetween so he was going to eat and provide the fox some food. It was odd, he felt attached to him. He knew the reason why too, but whenever he shared it with a fellow panther, he didn’t get attached to them and surely didn’t mark them. And fuck he wanted to mark the fennec so bad, dig his fangs into his swollen scent gland and claim him. Nonetheless, he continued to pick the freshest berries and put them inside his sack. Next he rushed towards the lake to hunt for fish.

Watching the waters movement closely, he scanned it intently. Seeing bubbles he immediately dove his hands there and caught a nice big fish. Smiling he held it tight so it wouldn’t flop around and smack him on the face.

He tossed it in his fish basket and caught tiny fish as well.

He couldn’t stop thinking about his session he had. He felt his ears twitch and like it triggered something in a video game, moments later he heard wails from the distance. His ears shot up and he recognized that wail.

His eyes became dark.

The rumble that came deep from his throat sounded murderous as he rushed from the lake and headed to the village. No one shares what he catches to bred. They knew it’d make his blood boil and once he catches the culprit they’ll get punished by him, even if it was his own blood. He huffed as he jumped and dodged the tree roots, little animals running around, and leaves blocking his view.

Once he made it to the village, everyone was inside or walking calmly as if nothing was happening, but those wails was still evident in his ears. Jungkook gritted his teeth and ran to his house.

Panting he opened the door quickly only to find nothing. He squinted his eyes and flared his nostrils to get as much of his scent as possible. When he did, his eyes contracted into daggers, to the ones of a real cat. The scent was coming back from where he had came from, the water fall.

Of course. Water was perfect to get rid of traces of scents, but Hoseok’s intoxicating scent was still clear as day. He continued to walk back, his knees low to the floor to prevent loud noises. And when he made it to his destination his eyes caught two figures he snarled lowly. There, inbetween the thick leaves in a tiny pond, was the fennec trying to fight against a panther.

“Oi! He’s mine!” Jungkook jumped out as he still snarled, voice seemingly getting to their ears despite the crashing sound of water falling. The panther holding the fennec down by the hips turned around hastily and let out a sharp gasp, frame already shaking upon seeing the panther.

“H-Hey look! He was trying to ru-run away so I thought he was free!”

Hearing that made Jungkook stand up straight. The boy tried running away even after he said not to go anywhere? Well it made sense because he’s been taken by his own will, but..he had his consent and he also wanted to help the smaller too..

Hoseok stopped fighting the panther and when he saw the other boy, he felt his eyes get all teary cause of frustration. What the panther was saying was not true! He was dragged out of that house by his own will while he was still sleep. He was still waiting! Although he was pissed for many different reasons and one being that the wool smelt like different hybrids although he shouldn’t be— he was still waiting and hoping for them to continue or maybe get to know each other despite their names.

“Is it true?”

“Y-“

“I’m asking the fox.” He spoke curtly. Hoseok felt his legs weaken.

“No!” Hoseok yelped out and Jungkook actually didn’t know who to believe. Hence he walked over to the two, pushed the panther away and tossed the fennec over his shoulder in anger.

Heading back to his house he then tossed the other on the carpet. Hoseok whimpered. Jungkook didn’t spare any words and simply tossed berries at him.

“Eat up, after you can leave.” He said plainly. Something that shouldn’t have hurt Hoseok at all.

“Ok..” He simply said and picked up the scattered berries and cupped them in his hand. Slowly eating, the hybrid watched him, just waiting for him to finish so he can get his ass up out of there. Yet if he was truly mad, he should have devoured him.

Hoseok was confused.

“I-I didn’t try leaving..” Hoseok whispered and the panther simply huffed. Yet sadly his heat was coming back hard and he wailed in response. A couple berries escaped his hands and he looked up at Jungkook with his doe teary eyes.

The panther tried best not to look at him, his nose flaring when he whiffed the air, eyes fluttering at the delicious smell. Tail twitching when the smaller moaned out a little ‘alpha’ while on his hands and knees, crawling to him. Jungkook chewed his bottom lip and stood still.

Hoseok continued his little chants and smiled smally when the larger stomped towards him, something clicking in him. Flinging Hoseok over his shoulder he walked to his room and pinned him on the bed.

“Oh!”

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