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This chapter is also firmly in lodged in the “hurt” territory.
But I’ve already drafted the next chapter and there will be comfort, I promise.
(God, it’s also really hard not to use any pronouns for Chris and awkward in places…). Anyway, enjoy!

Chapter 1 - Chapter 2 - Chapter 3 - Chapter 4


Chapter 5


The monk circled in front of the village. The sun was turning the sky a muddy grey with streaks of dark blue. The whole day he couldn’t wait for dawn to arrive – and now… . Now his nervousness peaked instead of settling. He’d been so focused on dawn coming that he’d neglected to think about what he’d do then. His impulse was to present Chris his freshly whipped back to show his sorrow and as a promise that Chris never again needed to fear him. After all, the demon needed to be punished for laying a hand on a human.

A quiet part of him worried, that it hadn’t been the demon lashing out, but the Weeping Monk. And that frightened him in a way he hadn’t felt in a long time (when he was still a boy, confused and hurt – before Father Carden showed him the Light). The Weeping Monk was always in control; of his feelings, of his actions. The Weeping Monk was control, unforgivingly so.

And still… when he closed his eyes, all he could see was Chris’ terrified face, feel the scratchy fabric of Chris’ tunic, bunched in his fists, heard the ugly thunk of Chris’ back hitting the ground. If Chris hadn’t left, he’s still not sure, what he would have done. What his intent was as he was advancing on the lying form.

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Oh thank you so much!! It makes me really happy to find messages like this, and I want you to know you made my day! ❤️❤️❤️ I’ve had so much fun writing recently and using it as an outlet, and I’m glad you can enjoy it too!

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My @twbingo entry for Teacher/Professor AU (+ Naughty student wants an A)

Prompted by the amazing @ice-mage <3 I hope you like it!

Rating: Explicit

Pairing: Derek Hale/Stiles Stilinski

WC: 3445

Warning: Underage

He knew Stilinski wasn’t a bad student. Make no mistake, he was bad, just not in the educational sense. You know… Derek had seen students less motivated or intelligent pass his class with acceptable grades, so he just didn’t get why Stilinski was so close to hitting that threshold where his dreams of getting into a respectable and highly regarded university with a full scholarship could slip through his fingers.

How Derek Hale knew this, you’re asking? It’s not like he paid particular attention to the senior boy, but the teacher’s lounge, close to the end of the school year, was a hot spot for gossip. Most of their work was done, they did what they could for the students throughout the schoolyear, not it was just the waiting to see who got accepted to what school, who would leave Beacon Hills or who would stay back another year.

This is how Derek heard about Stilinski and his dreams to pursue Data Science. Apparently, the boy was good with a computer, digging up stuff, writing code, algorithms and the like. Derek had seen him plenty of times out by the benches, with his headphones on and his fingers sweeping over the keyboard of his laptop in an impressive pace.


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I wrote a thing.  Not the thing I intended to write, but the thing that words appeared for. I blame this on the fact that I finally started listening to The Magnus Archives, although I had the idea two months ago well before I started listening.

Things That I Am Afraid Of

Relationship: Derek “Nursey” Nurse/William “Dex” Poindexter
Rating: T
No major archive warnings apply

Summary:

When Dex and Nursey moved into a room together their Junior year, Dex discovered Nursey’s fear. A few weeks later, Dex discovered that Nursey had a reason to be scared.There might have been things that slither in the night, but if it meant that Nursey could sleep perturbed, Dex would be the scariest thing in that room.

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quick writing psa - if your character is having a crisis, and they have a sibling, they are going to discuss it with their sibling. 9/10 times. it’s going to be shitty meme speak and loving death threats, but the sibling will be in the know. thank you for your time.

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for the ‘meet-cute’ prompt!

i’ve never written these characters before, so it was a bit of a challenge, but it was a fun one!

fandom: assassin’s creed

pairing: desmond/ezio (pre-relationship tho, and can just be read as desmond having an occasional bi crisis at ezio cos ofc??)

length: ~2.5k words

genre/tags: modern au, fluff, humour, this is an angst-free zone people, some vague background assassin references but that’s the least important bit

putting under a cut!

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Lounging at one of the tables at a quiet restaurant on a secluded piazza in Rome, Ezio was thoroughly enjoying one of his favourite daytime activities - people-watching.

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“𝕄𝕠𝕠𝕟 𝔻𝕦𝕤𝕥 𝕀𝕟 𝕐𝕠𝕦𝕣 𝕃𝕦𝕟𝕘𝕤

𝕊𝕥𝕒𝕣𝕤 𝕀𝕟 𝕐𝕠𝕦𝕣 𝔼𝕪𝕖𝕤

𝕐𝕠𝕦 𝔸𝕣𝕖 𝔸 ℂ𝕙𝕚𝕝𝕕 𝕆𝕗 ℂ𝕠𝕤𝕞𝕠𝕤

𝔸𝕟𝕕 𝔸 ℝ𝕦𝕝𝕖𝕣 𝕆𝕗 𝕊𝕜𝕚𝕖𝕤”

- Unknown

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The newest Karasuno Men’s Volleyball Club first years are eager to begin their journey, and especially eager to meet their new upperclassmen and idols: Kageyama Tobio and Hinata Shouyou. Upon arrival to the gym, though, they’re surprised to find the supposed friends fighting and are blown away when they learn that the third years are actually dating.

It makes them wonder how Kageyama and Hinata got together in the first place…

I thought—" Hideo stopped, gathering his words. He felt betrayed somehow. “The magazines all said they were best friends, but it looks like they don’t even like each other!”

“Oh, they like each other,” Tsukishima said dryly. “Just look.”

Hideo and the others realized the sounds of fighting had quieted down, and as they turned to look at their upperclassmen, they were met with a surprising sight. Hinata was sitting on top of Kageyama, his hands fisted in his teammate’s gym shirt, and Kageyama still had a tangle of Hinata’s hair in his grasp, but they were now kissing. Passionately.

Haikyuu!! ~ E ~ Complete ~ 26,309 ~ Oneshot ~ Canon Divergent ~ No Warnings

AO3 | FF.Net

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Since Tony stopped designing weapons of mass destruction, he works with a lot less explosive materials. There are a few exceptions, of course, but seeing what his Iron Man armor has to endure, it’s not the smartest move to work with materials that explode because of the lightest tremor.

He would never admit it, but he is out of practice when it comes to handling very delicate and explosive materials. However, to create and stabilize his nanobots, Tony has to work with said materials, has to figure out a way to make it less likely that they’ll spontaneously combust and tear him into tiny pieces in the process.

Ideally, he would’ve done this work at the compound, but seeing that Ross is creeping around there – thanks to the Accords giving him access to SHIELD’s facilities – he really doesn’t want the Secretary of State to get a look at his work and somehow copy it, using it for his anti-mutant agenda. So, Tony waits until Pepper has to go to Malibu for a few days to handle some business and pays all the other tenants in the building to stay at a hotel for a few days to keep the number of people in the building as low as possible.

Tony loses himself in his work, his body filled with a kind of tension he hasn’t felt in a long time – the kind of tension that comes from knowing it’ll have massive consequences if you slip up – completely concentrated on the nanobots before him.

The slightest distraction could cause a deadly explosion.

He needs absolute silence.

“Hey Mr. Stark!”

Tony’s hand slips, touching the nanobot at exactly the wrong spot. Before his inner eyes, he already sees the massive explosion that would take out the better part of Manhattan.  

“OUT!” he screams without turning around, interrupting Peter’s rambling in a sharp voice. He doesn’t think about maybe hurting Peter’s feelings – he only thinks about getting him out of the way of the explosion that will definitely happen if he can’t fix this fast enough. “GET OUT! NOW!”

He barely registers the footsteps as Tony desperately tries to keep the bots stable, not even daring to take a single breath.

It takes him about an hour – an hour that feels like two eternities – but Tony eventually manages to stabilize the nanobots. It takes him two more days to finally finish his the entire process, and he celebrates by falling into his bed face first (eating a piece of cold pizza on the way from the workshop to the bedroom) and sleeping for eight hours straight, followed by a warm shower, a hearty breakfast, and a long call with Pepper.

Afterwards, he checks if he has any voice mails or texts from Peter.

He doesn’t.

Thinking that Peter may be too shy or be too afraid of disturbing Tony again, he calls him.

Peter doesn’t pick up.

After a quick glance at the clock, Tony calms down his worries – Peter should be at school. Of course, he can’t pick up.

But Peter doesn’t pick up when Tony calls him in the afternoon either.

Or when he’s out patrolling.

He also doesn’t answer to any of the texts Tony sends him.

After a couple of days of not hearing a single word from Peter, Tony decides he has enough. If Peter doesn’t want to answer him and doesn’t show up to the internship days, fine – then Tony is going to show up as his place.

May doesn’t look that pleased to find the billionaire on the other side of her door, but she lets him in anyways. “You better make this right,” she tells him as he passes her. “You promised me you wouldn’t make him cry again.”

A knot forms in Tony’s stomach. He made Peter cry? Shit. “I’ll fix it, I promise.”

“I don’t wanna hear promises, I wanna see results.”

Tony wants to see results, too.

Peter doesn’t kick Tony out of his room as soon as he sets a foot inside, but he also doesn’t turn around to face him, lying on his side on his bed in a fetus-position. Gingerly, Tony sits down on the edge of the bed, suppressing the urge to sniff or massage his wrist. “Hey, buddy. We haven’t talked in a while.”

No answer from Peter.

Well, nobody claimed this would be easy.

“I’m sorry for yelling at you the other day. I didn’t mean to yell.”

“But you did,” Peter says, voice frail.

It feels like someone rammed a knife into Tony’s heart. “I did. Yes. And I’m sorry. I really am. I was working on something very delicate and you surprised me. I slipped up and that could’ve ended very, very badly. I’m sorry I snapped and yelled at you, I only did it because I needed you to get out of there before you could get hurt.”

Finally, that seems to get a reaction out of Peter. He moves his head just enough to look at Tony. “That was the reason?”

“Yes, it was. I wasn’t mad at you.” Peter thinks about that for a second, and Tony decides to push forward. “Why did you stop by, anyway?” He clearly remembers rescheduling their lab session, but Tony isn’t going to bring it up.

Slowly, like he actually has to convince his body to move first, Peter climbs out of bed to get a piece of paper from his desk. Not meeting Tony’s eyes, he presents it to him. Tony takes it – ignoring his not-being-handed-things-rule – and begins to scan the page immediately.

He blinks.

He reads the letter again. And again. And once more.

Eventually, Tony looks back up. “You got accepted to MIT.”

“Yeah,” Peter admits, looking at his feed. “I got the letter and wanted to tell you because…” He takes a deep breath. “Because I wanted you to be proud of me.”

“Oh, Peter,” Tony sighs as he gets up to hug Peter as tightly as he can. “I’m proud of you!”

“Really?” His voice sounds frail again, but Peter hugs him back.

Encouraged by that gesture, Tony squeezes him a bit tighter and drops a kiss on his hair. “Of course, I am. I’m always so proud of you, kid.”

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I was tagged by @kunstpause, thanks!

And I’ll tag @curiousartemis, @cinlat, @rainofaugustsith, @shimmersing, @aeternalegacy and @riajade01 (only if you have time and want to, of course.)

From a future chapter (sorry, not going to say how far future, lol.) But I’ve been alternating between this and the current chapter which is (hopefully) almost ready to be posted.

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Quinn woke slowly, most of him comfortably warm where it pressed against the body in his arms, including his face which was buried in hair that smelled faintly of Kaasi spice orange and smoke. His back, however, was considerably less warm. In spite of that, all felt right with the world for once, and he was supremely disinclined to move.

About the time he came to that conclusion, he noticed small movements from the body in his arms. Abruptly his memories finally caught up, and his contented languor vanished between one breath and the next.

Fortunately, he caught himself before he went rigid or snatched his arms away. Cautiously he cracked his eyes slightly, and discovered the world was still pitch black, hiding even the faintest glimpse of his surroundings. Or companion.

It’s still not dawn, he realized.

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Drakgo longfic continued! –N

The next week was a blur for both of them. Shego had asked him to keep their relationship private for the time being, and Drakken respected that, even if he wanted to shout about it from the rooftops. They were both pardoned in exchange for Drakken’s plant formula, and Drakken was asked to give speeches across the country. Seven days exactly after the invasion, they were both at the UN for his official ‘pardoned’ speech.

Some officials presented him with a medal and Drakken stepped forward on the UN stage, gazing out over the audience in disbelief. This was the recognition he had always wanted. And he had gotten it from saving the world. It still didn’t feel entirely real. He looked over at Shego for reassurance, and she smiled at him, her eyes soft and comforting.

Though Drakken liked to think he had some control over his vines at this point, he couldn’t stop one from spooling out from his skin and wrapping itself tightly around his sidekick-turned-girlfriend, pulling them together and causing him to fall face-first against her breasts.

A small voice screamed in the back of Drakken’s brain, alerting him to all the things that were wrong with this moment. He grinned apologetically and managed to sputter out a, “S-Sorry.” His plants unravelled and he tried his best to block out the villains in the audience, all shouting, “Kiss!”

Read more on FF: https://www.fanfiction.net/s/13661921/2/Cut-Through-All-The-Noise

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