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blossoms-in-sog · 1 year

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Chapter one:

Amri held a hand to his eyes as the brothers shone brightly into his private room.

His hammock swung gently in the early morning breeze. Amri felt a shiver crawl up his spine as the cold brushed over him, soft and calm.

Naia had told him to meet her in the early morning, before the drummers pounded with the song of Thra to wake the sleepy drenchen gelfling.

He pulled his daytime clothes on, the green juxtaposed his pale bluish skin. Drenchen clothing, he learned, is very different from Grotten.

Leggings, tunic, and a light cloak. Their clothes have to be light, the mud makes it hard enough to navigate the swamp as is. And the quickest route through sog is leaping from apeknot to apeknot above the canopy, which in heavy clothing would make a hazard. Not to mention the humid, hot environment.

Amri was finally good enough at leaping through the trees that Naia doesn’t have to monitor his every move.

Countless times she’s had to launch into the air, catch Amri, and glide them to safety.

He swiftly stepped through the great Smerth, not making a sound as his feet gently tapped the wooden floor. Amri often used to get lost in the many rope bridges and rooms that interlaced, creating a beautiful pattern of passageways from place to place in the damp branches of the trees.

Although, now he found it much easier to navigate, memorizing the patters and turns through his new home.

He was much more quiet flowing from bridge to bridge now that he could ditch the shoes he’d worn for so long. Though he had become used to the feeling, he loved being able to return to his cave dweller roots, nimble and agile on his bare toes. though he never forgot Naias advice about ‘heel first’.

Before he knew it he’d reached the base of Smerth-Staba.

He squinted in the sun’s light, though he hoped, many unum ago, that his eyes would adjust to the blinding heat and light of the suns, it never really seemed to get much better. Perhaps it was just due to his cave borne eyes.

He gently touched the rough bark of the home tree. His eyes filled with sympathy for the poor thing. Black charred bark, burnt and fading away. He could tell, deeper within the tree, it’s life force was leaving it. Slowly, but surely the tree was dying. Where the tree had been abused by Skeksa, the pieces of dark bark stripped away revealed dark, almost black crystal veins, completely and entirely consumed by the darkening.

At this point in time, there was nothing in the world that could save the tree, not even Naias dreamfasting, or even her healing Vliyaya could save the thing the Drenchen had called home since the beginning of the Gelfing race.

He let out a sigh of sadness. The tree would only last so much longer, who knows where the gelfling would relocate after it finally passed.

But that was a question for another day.

#lol sorry for the short chapter #I just wanted to test the waters #and see how I feel about posting the fic here lol #the dark Crystal #age of resistance #drenchgrot #fanfic #fic #original story #amri #grotten #Naia #Drenchen

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buwheal · 2 months

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was heaven watching after all?

#Sorry about the short loop #this was making my computer lag out bad cause of how many layers it had so i couldnt do much else with it lol #Im sure you can figure out why the computer has to have them printed out now #[you've got mail!]#spamton #spamton g spamton #deltarune #deltarune spamton #deltarune chapter 2

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narcissarina · 2 months

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Darkened Desires

Prologue and Chapter 1: The sun

Pairings: Mafia!Scaramouche × Barista!Reader

Word count: 1,006

Tw: praise kink, degradation, kidnapping, tourture, dub/non-con, forced breeding, dismembering, gore, deaths, age-gap, corruption, use of force, trauma, use of drugs, stalking, mentions of human trafficking on the near chapters, slowburn.

Warning: This fanfiction may contain kidnapping, torture, dub/non-con, forced breeding, dismembering, age-gap, corruption, vigilante Scaramouche, use of force, trauma, use of drugs, stalking, and more. This fiction will continue to grow darker as chapters goes by.

Your mental health matters.

CHAPTER 2:

THE MOON

I should’ve just killed this fucker earlier, but here I am interrogating him in a public place and inside this fucking café. I knew I shouldn’t have taken and agree on this meet-up. Maybe this is my karma after killing another fucker earlier too or that I’m just too kind to this person.

“So,” I spoke, my tone threatening and so is my aura, I could spread a lot of negative energy right now as my mood is bad as shit. “What happened to the person I told you to give me information about?” I finally asked, wicked grin across my face, trying my best to seem… friendly. Even though I want to reach out to him across the table and slam his head until he bleeds to death. But no, we don’t want that kind of attention out in this open, right?

All he could do was stammer and fidget, fuck. I don’t have time for this.

“You shitheads deal with him.” I told to my bodyguards and they started muttering deadly threats, telling him that I, the boss, don’t have time to deal his bullshit.

I lean my head back and feel the soft cushion of the seat, I saw a glimpse of someone in the corner of my eye. Someone caught my attention.

It was the barista, the way she smiles at the two customers—probably a mother and her daughter. As if in her eyes she saw a glimpse of reflection of herself and her own mother. I clicked my tongue and shakes my head as I continue watching her.

She was gentle, her smile like a ray of sunlight.

I could only bite my bottom lip, snap my fingers and whispered to one of my men, “give me her personal background.” I spoke in a demanding and authorizing tone, “will do, sir.” One of my men nodded.

So fucking pretty, would be much more prettier if she became one of my priced belongings.

He shuts up, that’s it.

I’m going to kill this bitch after we’re out of here and when we do I’m gonna—

“Excuse me?” a voice filled my raging thoughts and pulled my full attention to her. What the fuck, she’s much prettier up close.

Oh.

Oh, shit, shit, shit! Did we get caught?!

Before I could open my mouth, she starts asking us questions and how me and my men were here for quite a long time and hasn’t ordered anything… yet. Then asking us to leave, pfft, that’s cute. Trying to put on a brave face and act when I could clearly see that she’s intimidated by us too, I could hear her stammer her words and almost eat her words up too. So fucking cute.

But before messing around, I got to deal with this situation first then him. I relax my eyes and looked at her, “so we just need to order and you’ll leave us alone?” I asked, fuck, I didn’t mean to sound so cold and flat. But I need her away from us, away from danger.

I click my tongue with irritation and rest my elbow on the table and my chin resting on my palm, “whatever, get me some dark coffee.” I hiss, and focus my attention to my men and the man in the middle, I place a smile and told them they could order. It’s on me all right.

After she wrote down all of our orders, my eyes were on the man and he’s sweating, trembling with fear and fidgeting. She noticed.

“I’m sorry sir but are these gentle folks seems to bother you nor are they intimidating you?”

I frowned, she gave her attention to him and not me? Well, I hope he comes back alive and well tomorrow.

“You know,” I start, shifting her attention to me as she turn her head and straight her posture, the notebook in hand. “Don’t you think it’s better to get our order done?” I asked with a smile, trying to soften my tone but she still seems intimidated by me. That sucks.

Well, it doesn’t matter does it? In the end, I will claim her no matter what. She’ll be mine, she doesn’t need to know it yet.

I could only laugh a little, grinning to myself on how cute she walks away. She was a little stiff and her legs look like it’s gonna give out, I hope I made her excited—even for just one bit…

Minutes later, our order came. My little sunshine here is too kind to delivery it to us, to our table and left—still as stiff as a board when she walks away from our table.

It'd be fun to break her, to have her submit.

Every now and then I would steal a glance while speaking to the man who “broke” my trust and my contract with him, oh well. I’ll just kill him after I eye-fuck the most beautiful barista I laid my eyes upon.

“Time is up and it’s time we leave.” I stood up, belly full and muscles and bones stretched and cracked. I point to one of my men, tell him to come closer and whispered, “Don’t let him out of our sight, bring him with us and you know what to do.”

I smiled and lend out a hand, “Well then, Mr. Parfez let me offer you a ride home.” I emphasize the word home so much that he knew he’s in trouble, two of my men went behind him and escorted him first as I walked up to the counter up front—took my wallet out and gave a 100$ tip.

She was so confused and I fucking love seeing her scared of me. I’m fucking addicted.

I turn and walked out, and took one last glance at her. Thinking to myself that I can have her all to myself and for it to work is that I need her to warm up bit by bit.

She doesn’t have a choice.

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Chapter 3: THE MOON

#genshin impact #scaramouche x you #scaramouche fanfic #scaramouche x reader #scara x reader #scaramouche #scaramouche x y/n #scaramouche smut #Darkened Desires Series #genshin smut #sorry if the story is short TT #I'm trying out if chapter by chapter are suited to me lol #will be writing chapter 3!#Mafia!Scaramouche #Mafia!Scara

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kaelidascope · 26 days

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Midnight Menagerie Chapter 19 is LIVE

**SHAKES UH OH DOGGY BAG OF TREATS**

This aint an April Fool's joke folks. This chapter is DARK and I wish I was kidding but I'm not LOL

The second biggest chapter I have ever written for MM is LIVE!

Please please please mind the content warning on this one guys. From here on out, we're getting into the darkest segments of the story. Every negative tag will be relevant. For the sake of spoilers, I'll only label the extremely graphic scenes. ALL ABOARD THE ANGST TRAIN! CHOO CHOO

#midnightbeesfic #rwby #bumbleby #yang xiao long #blake belladonna #ilia amitola #Honestly there were scenes in this chapter that made ME fucked up #and I WROTE IT #Please read this while sitting down #I'm not responsible for psyche damage #Also I am so sorry Neon Katt lovers I personally adore her I just needed a scapegoat #doesn't help with that 15 min short that just came out either LOL oops #24k words good fucking christ #The biggest chapter still remains the hangover chapter #have fun!!!#remember to lick and comment to let me know how much this fucked you up i mean how you're enjoying so far!

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michi-chelle · 19 days

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these might be the cutest towas ever. sorry i don’t make the rules.

#slow damage #there are many adorable towa images but the ones where he’s all >///< are chefs kiss fr #i finished madarame’s route and i’m on the last chapter :’o i’m sad it’s almost over #also why was chapter 0 so short lmaooo and i think i fucked it up initially because i ended up on chapter 1 again #then i went back and redid the chapter w a guide lol #tho the painting that came out of it is one of my favorites #anyway sorry towa for calling you cute i will do it again #speaking of cute why was that p/rostitute in chapter 0 the cutest character??? wtf! can i romance him plz!#michi yaps

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human-encounters-diary · 8 months

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Day 16

As the human and I did not share any duties during this particular cycle, I decided now might be a fitting time to inform the Vitrichl about the aforementioned book, which could possibly grant a further insight into Terrans.

Despite the quite serious circumstances we are currently in, I was able to secure a time frame to initiate a conversation regarding this topic.

I repeated the information V-7 had been able to conjure on this as well as other stories and reports on humans.

"There seems to be one…obstacle, though: The book‘s last documented location is in system Skė-51-33, which does not seem to be even remotely near our current route.", I eludicated.

The Vitrichl seemed to consider the information given, keeping in mind the reason the SIIR Noxos usually avoids this particular system: its unfriendly and occasionally aggressive nature.

Concluding, I was able to convince the Vitrichl through the benefits this book could provide in the task of studying humans, causing the Vitrichl to eludicate that changing the route was currently not possible, but as soon as the chance was offered to us, we would make a short detour through this system to retrieve said book, given that the book was still located there.

In the meantime, I was tasked with retrieving as much possible information on this particular and other sources about humans.

Our arrival on Fendaar is imminent, as we are nearing the planet‘s atmosphere. Further reports will follow.

#So um. Hiiiii #Sorry once again for my absence I‘ve been in a bit of a writing slump the past few days for some reason #I actually had this chapter laying around for a few days basically finished but unfortunately. Written on paper. By hand.#And I kind of avoided making a digital form and typing everything off again #And before anyone asks no I cannot just take a photo and copy the text out because I happen to write in cursive <33 #Also I had work 😔 but I got to pet animals sooo #By “animals” I am referring to actual animals and not the kids I had to look after lol #But I‘m back now!!#This chapter seems kinda short #It IS kinda short I mean #But this is for actual plot reasons for once and not bc I had little time to write lol #Bc the next chapter they literally land on a planet so it‘ll likely be long asf again 😀👍#Anyway #nr.16 #day 16 #earth is space australia #humans are space orcs #humans are weird #space australia #humans are insane #humans are terrifying #humans in space #humans are space oddities #humans are space australians #humans are crazy #humans are awesome #original writing #humans from an outsider perspective #alien pov #original story

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c0zyrainfall · 6 months

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I don't have an ao3, so I guess I'll post this here 😂 Enjoy? I've never written fanfic before but this idea had to get out of my mind ~

"Bossman, are you okay? You've been rather... spacey recently."

Damian halts mid step, causing Emile and Ewan to swivel back to him with confusion.

"What? I have not! I was just... thinking about the history assignment." His friends nod, appeased.

Can't even think in peace these days, apparently. Damian quickens his pace. He is NOT going to be late again. Now that he has had a taste of detention, he would not like a repeat thank you very much. Detention is for TROUBLEMAKERS, like the Forger girl. No, he would not repeat his tardiness. Never again. (He's thirty minutes early).

The history lesson drags on. The duke was assassinated. Yep. Old news. Damian already knows this entire lesson because he read ahead in the textbook. Can't be too prepared, right?

Apparently you can. This class is a total snoozefest. He wishes he could just faceplant onto his desk and sleep, like Anya is currently doing. But that would ruin his perfect student reputation. Instead, he props his elbow on his desk and rests his chin in his palm. Speaking of Anya.

Damian needs to figure out exactly what her deal is. She's so confusing. He was NOT happy when she hugged him yesterday. He was NOT happy when she wanted him to stay with her. He was NOT happy when she said she wanted to be his friend. He was not.

Even if he wanted to be happy about it, he couldn't be. Because even though he went through all the effort to give her the cakes in person instead of putting them in her locker, she still thought he was a creep.

After they had served their time in detention, Henderson bailed them out and allowed them to eat the teacakes. Then she beamed at him and said they could be good friends. He was confused, because didn't she JUST want to fight him two minutes ago? Then, a fleeting, unwanted thought had crossed his mind-

-and Anya looked at him like he'd just burnt her peanut butter toast. What the heck?! He hadn't even said anything!

...He hadn't even said anything.

Hold. The phone.

#damianya #supposed to take place right after chapter 88 #lol i have no idea what I'm doing #spy x family #spy family #spy x family anya #anya forger #spy x family manga #spy x family spoilers #damian desmond #tbh this is super short sorry 😂#oneshot #unless i have more burning ideas that must be posted #but most likely no one will read this anyways haha so i have no obligation to continue it 😌

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soleilandpeaches · 1 year

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would a kiss be too much to ask?

KeigoxFem!Reader

synopsis: Keigo’s been planning on finally telling you how he feels, stupidly, he spontaneously decides to show you instead.

warnings: uses of drugs/alcohol, masturbation, drunken confessions, angst, cliffhanger, shorter chapter

song title inspo: Too Much to Ask by Arctic Monkeys

(pt. I) (pt. III)

“He seemed way too infatuated, plus, he wasn’t really my type.” You drone on, keeping your eyes trained onto the mug in your hands, the one he had made with you about a year ago. He watches as your fingers idally trace the colorful patterns edged into the clay. He can tell you’re disappointed and yet he feels guilty, happy it didn’t work out.

He can’t seem to ignore the rising ugliness of jealousy bubbling up inside him. All he can do is clench his jaw and hope you don’t notice. But you can’t, because you keep your eyes downcasted and away from him. He wants to shake you by your shoulders and shout in your face that: “He’s right here! He’s always been here.”

He listens to you complain about failed talking stages, dates that never seem to make it past the 2nd week mark, the people you seek out only to eventually be let down. He keeps thinking about how he could treat you so much better, better than those idiots who don’t know how to please you like he can. He takes you out, he pays for things you like even when you insist he shouldn’t, he showers you with compliments, hugs, affection, whatever you ask for! He does things for you without asking, stopping at little stores to buy you little gifts, tokens to signify your friendship. Yet still, why do you feel so out of reach, centimeters away from the tips of his fingers yet too far to grasp; you slip away just before he reaches you.

Is it because of his job? He’s aware dating a hero doesn’t compare to dating someone who isn’t, the risks of it all threatens even him to reconsider pursuing you. He also isn’t oblivious to how the media often likes to portray him. He doesn’t consider himself to be the uncommitted playboy the tabloids paint him as. Still, he understands why you might be hesitant to consider him as a partner. Even though you know he isn’t like that—there has to be another reason.

He ponders for a moment, questioning if you even see him that way at all. Although as soon as the thought comes it leaves just as quickly. No, he decides, that can’t be it either. He’s not stupid: he knows your relationship hasn’t exactly always been completely platonic. He wouldn’t do the things he does with you with anyone else, even if he had another best friend. He sees the way you sometimes look at him, your eyes tell him the truth.

He’s a good-looking guy, he knows. He takes pride in his appearance, taking time out of his day to stay clean and pretty. He knows the effect he often has on others: he’s a heartthrob. So how come it’s taking him this long to tie you down and make you his? He’s probably overthinking it, he’s considered that possibility for a long time. Yet, the mere thought of tossing everything he’s built with you down the drain isn’t far off from the idea of plucking each feather from his back, one-by-one.

The image of your face twisting into distress or pity, quietly telling him you don’t see him that way, that he’s just a friend and never anything more. Even worse if you just see him as some kind of brotherly figure, solidifying the concept of your relationship to never progress into anything more.

He knows that’s just how life is, people and relationships come and go but you, you’re different. You and your pretty face will forever haunt his dreams or appear every time he closes his eyes. He will always yearn for your touch, your voice, and your smell. And even though his throat tightens at the idea of losing you, his restraint is hanging on by a thread.

Because now, he’s home alone, fisting his cock as he mutters your name into the hem of his shirt gritted between his teeth. His pants hung low on his hips, unruly and unshaved pubes tickling his knuckles every time his fingers stroke his base.

He lets his thoughts roam from the memory of you, to imagining himself fucking you the way he’s been desperately craving. He’d hold you by your hips, pulling you backwards to meet his unforgiving thrusts as you beg for more. He’d whisper filthy nothings into your ear, forcing you to look at him as he fucks you harder.

He’d ask you to beg for him before he’s filling your pretty little pussy with his seed. The image of your cunt dripping with white has him coming with a shout, he lets his shirt fall as he tosses his head back, Adam’s apple bobbing as thick cum spills down his hand and spurts onto his stomach.

Slowly pumping his cock as he rides out his high, he’s murmuring your name over and over. He lets the shame wash over him, completely used to it by now but he’s done promising himself it would be the last time. His fingers itch to call you, drunk on the thought of your voice lulling him to sleep. Yet he refrains—he needs time to cool off anyway.

You’re both drunk, him more than you it seems. You decided tonight you’d rather get high instead, but the taste of alcohol was too sweet to pass up. He wanted to tell you mixing was a mistake—“Oh, let me live a little.” The memory of your grumbled bickering caused him to smile. Your droopy eyes and your puffed cheeks, pouty lips and twitching nose, he could never seem to say no to you.

You were leaning against your kitchen counter, laughing at your phone and eating away at a bag of chips. In his defense, he wasn’t exactly sure what came over him at that moment. There was only one thought echoing in his mind: He needed you to know.

Willing himself to stand, he makes his way over to you, not even hesitating to grasp the phone out from your fingers and onto the counter behind you.

“Hey!” You protest, seemingly irritated with his rude gesture. “What gives?”

Leaning into you, his arms snaking their way around your waist as his lips twitch against the shell of your ear: “You’re not paying attention to me.” He murmurs with a flirtatious grin before nosing your cheek with a happy sigh.

“Well you could’ve just said so…” You grumble, your hands reaching to scratch at his scalp, waiting for his hum of approval.

“You’re so pretty…” He’s backing away now to stare into you, face drawn serious yet pleading. His eyes are darting back-and-forth between your own, searching for any signs of discomfort.

You’re smiling, but your eyebrows are pinched together in confusion. You let out a chuckle: “You’re so drunk.” You opt to say, causing him to frown.

“But you’re still beautiful.” He’s holding you in a way a lover would, hands gently resting on your waist, thumbs massaging back-and-forth into your supple skin.

“Thank you Keigo,” you whispered after a moment. “you’re beautiful too.”

“Yeah?” His teeth glimmer against the faint blue light of the T.V. as his lips stretch into a smile. He’s adoring you affectionately, eyes only speaking in tongues of love as his nose crinkles and his dimples portrued. He knows he’s beautiful, but hearing you say it so matter-of-factly has him higher than any drug.

“Can I kiss you?” The question leaves his lips before he catches it, mouth already parted to carry out the action as his eyes flicker to yours.

“What?” You ask in a quiet, hushed voice, as if you didn’t really believe you had heard him correctly. He doesn’t repeat it though; he knows you heard him.

“Please?” He begs instead, he’d promise you just one but it would be a lie. He’s leaning into you now, face centimeters from yours, eyes meeting yours again for any sign of approval. You wait, the noise echoing from the T.V. combined with your shared breaths being the only sound to escape.

“I–“ You begin but fail to finish as he watches your attention divert to his mouth. He knows now that you’re considering it, but he needs to hear you say it.

“Yes?” He wasn’t sure if he was asking you to continue or your permission. Yet the hilt to his voice creates goosebumps to litter your skin as you shiver against him. Just as he thinks you’re going to allow him, your hand comes to push him away by his chest, turning your cheek and you stare at something other than him.

“You’re drunk.” You assert with less warmth, ears red and lip caught between your teeth.

“So?” Almost angry, he’s pinching you by your chin to face him again, he fights back the urge to force your lips against his.

“Stop. Let’s just go to sleep.” You coax his hand away from your face as you push past him, leaving him stunned and at a loss for words. Still, he follows you blindly and into your room like a lovesick puppy.

He calls your name as you leave him standing alone amongst your things to go wash up. You stay silent. Whatever.

He’s peeling away his shirt before slumping against your duvet, letting out a much needed drone of remorse. He’s beginning to regret his actions but at the same time, relieved he got to see you so flustered because of him. He knows now you at least wanted to kiss him.

You reenter the room demanding him to wash up because: “your breath reeks.” He wonders if that’s why you rejected him. He pulls himself up to do as he’s told, stalling as he watches you climb into bed.

Once he’s finished and has you wrapped around him, he’s shoving his face into your breasts and forcing your hand to pet at his hair.

“Will you kiss me when I’m sober?” He wonders aloud, half to himself. You sigh, your hand pausing in its menstruations. “You won’t even remember…”

“Yes I will.” He wants to continue arguing, but his eyes are falling in weight as his breath heaves for a long yawn.

“Just go to sleep.” You refuse him your usual nicknames, your voice holding a slight quiver as you wait for him to sleep. After a moment he feels you pull away from him and roll over with your back turned to him. He attempts to spoon your body but you simply stand up and exit the bedroom, sniffles following you.

He attempts to call after you but sleep seems to overtake him instead. And just as quick as it comes, it’s over, a bright blue sky greeting him instead of your face. Hungover and groggy, he sits up wondering where you were and what time it was. Pulling the sheets off of him, he rubs his palms into his eyes.

Creeping out of your room and into your living space, time slows as fear pools into his stomach at the sight of your body splain across the couch, memories of the previous night flood his brain. He went too far, he realizes as he stares at your dried tears and chewed lips. He’s going to lose you.

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bcofl0ve · 2 years

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Invisible String (Part 2)

(part 2/9)

ship: austin butler x fem!reader

story summary: a summer fling when you were working on the set of the shannara chronicles turned your life upside down with a positive pregnancy test after austin returned to the united states. a pregnancy test, and a daughter that you never told him about. until the elvis biopic found him back in your orbit and forced you to face the music.

chapter summary: trying to process the whirlwind life has become since austin found out about cora is easier said than done, especially with a best friend throwing the word “fate” around.

word count: 1525

authors note: yes i know the shannara chronicles was filmed in new zealand but this is my au and i can do what i want so we’re pretending it was filmed in queensland. covid also doesn’t exist in this story, because i said so, hence the filming schedule being one of my own making.

i live for comments and love talking about my writing, pls feel free to pop me an anon anytime!

xxx

May 1st, 2020

“Well I’ll take back what I said about not thinking you working on set would be a big deal.” Leah said, giving you an apologetic smile. Your mom took Cora for the night to give you some space to decompress from everything, or in other words- drink on Leah’s couch marathoning Parks & Rec.

“Yeah, understatement of the year.” You said, peeling at the label on your bottle. “He seemed pretty pissed, and I guess I can’t fault him for that. But when we were talking about Cora and not me he kinda mellowed out.”

You hadn’t actually seen Austin since he left your house the night before, the timing of Baz giving everyone a long weekend off working out perfectly. But you’d sent him a text inviting him over to see Cora when he was free, figuring it couldn’t hurt to transition into some sort of amicable dynamic before you had to orbit around each other at work all day every day.

“My cousin had a baby without telling the father and when he found out he lost his shit, took her to court for almost full custody and everything. Austin doesn’t seem like that type though.” Leah continued, a little too casually for your liking. You didn’t know what you would do if Austin was that type.

“Small blessings.”

Leah nodded, lowering her voice with a look in her eyes that gave you an inkling of the direction the conversation was going in. “But hey, at least him and Vanessa ended things for good, one door closes and another opens.”

She wiggled her eyebrows at you then, and you scoffed.

“Did you not hear me saying he’s pissed at me? I don’t think getting back together is in the cards here.”

“Well not now,” She continued, bumping your shoulder “But you never know. You gotta admit him being back here, a job opening up for you like it did- it all seems orchestrated by fate, doesn’t it?”

You wouldn’t give your best friend the satisfaction of admitting that it had crossed your mind, briefly. So rolling your eyes, you leaned forward to turn up the volume on the TV and effectively cut her off before she could interrogate you any further.

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May 2nd, 2020

Cora saw Austin pulling into your driveway before you did, squinting out the window and turning back to you.

“Your frien’s here again?”

Jumping down, she held onto your pant leg as you opened the door, eyeing him curiously.

“This is Austin baby,” You said and gently nudged her out from where she had started to hide behind you. He walked into the house, crouching down onto her level as he shed his sunglasses.

“And I heard you’re Cora, how’s your chin feeling?”

She looked at him quietly for a beat, rocking on her heels. “Mommy gave me a p’incess bandaid and it made it all better.”

“It did?” He said, feigning shock with raised eyebrows. “Do you think the bandaid has magic powers?”

Cora giggled, putting a finger to the Cinderella bandaid over her stitches with a serious nod.

“You know, I think Austin would love to build Legos with you if you asked him,” You said and Cora unpeeled from your side to step closer. Austin looked at her with an expectment smile, and you could see it in his face how much he adored her already, a pang of guilt surging through you.

“Can we play Legos? They’re in my closet, mommy hasta’ use a chair to get ‘em cause she’s small.”

Both you and Austin laughed at that, a welcome break in the tension- even if caused by your daughter calling you short.

“I think I might be able to grab ‘em sweetie, you wanna show me where they are?”

Cora ran off with Austin trailing behind her, and you waited until they rounded the corner to lean against the door and take a breath. The past few days felt weeks and seconds long all at once.

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May 15th, 2020

The first visit went well, and did what you’d hoped it would in regards to erasing any awkwardness at work. But you were so busy with your own job that you barely saw Austin for longer than a few minutes anyways. The extent of your hushed conversations were Cora, and planning the pop-ins at your house that were becoming regular.

Almost every time he wasn’t at set until obscenely late he was pulling into your driveway. And with each visit he talked to you a little more- as opposed to the laser focus he’d had on Cora to begin with. You could sense that he was still hurt, but all you wanted was for your daughter now was to have parents that could get along with each other. Somewhat awkward small talk was better progress on that than nothing.

“I see him!” Cora said from where she was standing on the couch by the window, having been waiting there since you told her he was coming over an hour ago. She scrambled down to open the front door as soon as his car pulled to a stop, running outside without shoes on to greet him.

She still didn’t know who he really was, and you hadn’t figured how exactly you were going to tackle that, but Austin didn’t seem in a rush either- nor had he brought it up yet. Until then, Cora seemed more than content to make “mommy’s friend” her best friend, not that you could complain about how fast she’d taken to him.

“Austin!”

“Cora Jean!” He crooned as he swung open the car door, scooping her up as she got to him. Holding her on his hip, he reached into the backseat and came back out with two bundles of white flowers, handing one to Cora and carrying the other himself. You realized what he was doing before he got to the door, swallowing thickly.

“Hiya,” He said when he reached you, handing over the other flowers with a soft smile. You could see a faint tint in his cheeks, at least you thought you might’ve- not trying to stare at him for too long.

“Our flowers match mama!”

Cora looked between the two of you excitedly, one arm looped around Austin’s neck as you let them into the house with a quiet “Thank you.” towards him.

Looking down at the flowers, your mind wandered back to the first time he’d brought you flowers that 2015 summer. You’d been out sick for three days and he made the trip to the store and your apartment with them in spite of knowing he was being photographed. The two of you scrolled through the headlines about him buying flowers for a “mystery girl” together while laying in bed. And the gossip amusing then, when there were no real stakes.

You were distracted by Cora’s antics of the day, dragging both you and Austin into a tea party with her stuffed animals, and didn’t notice that there was a small card in your flowers until after he left for the day.

Sitting down at the kitchen table, you bit on your bottom lip as you opened it.

Y/N,

I’m still trying to process being kept in the dark and missing out on so much of our daughter’s life. But she’s a great kid and I want to do right by her by doing right by her mom. Dinner at mine the next time you’re kid free for the night?

Austin

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June 1st, 2015

You hadn’t planned on going to the welcome party the producers were throwing together for the cast and crew, not when you didn’t exactly know anyone enough to drink an exuberant amount around them. But a text from another girl on the lighting team asking if you were going convinced you. Which was all good and fine, until she ditched you twenty minutes in to attach herself to a male member of the crew.

You were standing against the wall contemplating leaving, just having finished your drink, when someone’s voice coming towards you pulled your attention.

“Hey! It said, and you didn’t realize who it belonged to in the dark of the club until he got a little closer.” “I don’t think we’ve met, I’m Austin,”

You recognized him then, grown out blonde hair pulled back into a man-bun. Though you thought he pulled it off, that and the halfway undone button up shirt he had on. He was just as cute as he was in the pictures you’d seen, to the extent that you were surprised he was talking to you over some of the other girls orbiting around unoccupied.

“I think it’d be bad if I didn’t know your name when you’re the star of the show,” You quipped back and he grinned,

“You got a name yourself?”

“It’s Y/N, I’m on the light crew.” You said over the music and he gave a little nod as he sipped the drink he was holding. “Pretty name for a pretty girl.”

Well, you hadn’t been expecting that.

He glanced at the party, looking back to you with a raised eyebrow. “You wanna dance?”

At first you thought you heard him wrong, but he reached out a hand and you took it, letting him pull you out onto the dance floor. The two of you fell into a natural rhythm, and when he ducked his head down to kiss you let him do that too, snaking a hand up the side of his neck and as he pulled you closer to him by the hips.

And in the morning when you woke up to the rise and fall of his shirtless chest next to you your breath caught in your throat. The events of the night before came back to you in pieces, and still didn’t feel quite real. He could’ve pulled anyone at the party and pursued you. Some girl from the lighting team.

Not that you were interested in holding him back.

xxx

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Cover art for Soul Eater chapter 36

#soul eater post #soul eater #crona gorgon #the grand inquisitor #fjodor dostojevski #I actually never got to reading the brothers karamazov Im so sorry lol just had to use that name cause it fitted with that short story in i #chapter 36 #and yeah it sadly got fucked up by compression

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BEACH OUTFIT 💥💥💥💥

He used to surf the web back in 98'.

#the clothes were so difficult for no reason i kept having to edit them #i actually really like this one lol #cunty uncle type thing going on #Also i love the HC that he as a plush tummy thats so cute and im stealing it #i was about to give him flipflops until i realized he cant do that #He had a dolphin print shirt but it looked ugly with the shorts and i really wanted the striped shorts lol #deltarune spamton #spamton #spamton g spamton #spamton fanart #deltarune #deltarune chapter 2 #i think it looks fine but still i hope it comes across he's resting his right arm on an invisible prop for the pose lol #there was a small little fella in the back of my mind who wanted to put him in a two piece but i couldnt sorry lmfao #edit: I forgot to write this out but I wanted to put it on any post bc i dont want to post a txt post just for this #but honestly he's gotta be some flavor of queer.#It doesnt matter to me which type all that much but I HC that even though he probably is #he has never been in a relationship and i dont think he ever will #he is so full of himself and he's kind of an ass tbh. That and i doubt he trusts anyone with what he's gone through #even if he got time to heal i dont think he'd ever trust someone enough to make a real relationship that way #Thats it thanks for coming to my ted talk #if you opened the tags here's your secret paragraph & im not sorry #BuwheArt

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sad-leon · 9 months

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It's always talked about how bad Leo must have suffered after the movie, after being thrown around and punched by the Krang.

But, what about the others. When you think about it, all of them should be broken down smothered in wounds and bruises, broken bones etc. Not just Leo.

Mikey and Donnie were gripped and squeezed by the Krang, and it was very clearly painful for the two of them. Then they were both flung and 'PUNCHED' by the Krang. Hard enough for them to be LAUNCHED from the ship. After that, the two of them should have suffered SOME broken bones or cracks in their shells. Like how people imagine post-movie Leo...

Then there's the end where Mikey opened the portal. In the future opening the portal was enough to completely destroy him. Yeah, I guess he had Raph and Donnie there this time, but he still did most of the heavy lifting.

I get that this movie was heavily based on Leo and his characterisation of growing up and into a leader, but I think the aftermath on the others is sometimes glossed over!

Leo wasn't the only one that nearly died. All four of them did. Which is even more heartbreaking

Okay, I know this was probably not meant to be harsh or heavily critical of my blog, but it felt very passive-aggressive.

Do I think the other turtles have suffered major trauma from the invasion? Yeah, of course.

Just because I focus on Leo doesn't mean I don't care about the other turtles, but Leo is my favorite and also the easiest for me to write, so, I write and draw a lot of Leo-centric stuff.

If you want angst and recovery arcs of the other turtles, there is content the focuses on that, but you probably won't find much here.

I don't want to come off as too harsh, but I'm not shy about Leo being my fav. At the end of the day, if you don't like my blog, you dont have to stay

I'll also say, I could have read the tone of this wrong, but I would still like this to be a PSA: Most of my content will be Leo-focused

#rambles #rant #post rottmnt movie #i've had a lot of stress pile on in a very short amount of time #so i want to make a statement now before these types of asks pile up #im not shy about leo being my fav nor about relating to him.. a lot #my blog is leo themed lol #i've even stated a few times how tsob was basically projecting on leo and giving myself some sense of closure and comfort #sorry i got rambly in the tags #life is doing life things #for anyone thats read this far.. thanks??#im making a quick 2al comic then ill be focusing on the next finding home chapter :D

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Firepox just doesn't have the same ring to it

Bonus:

#is this something #sorry if quality makes it hard to read #just looking thru some jesper chapters trying to make sure the quotes were right is causing me literal mental illness #also reminding me of inej and jesper's friendship and kaz and jesper's more messed up friendship and jesper and matthias's budding friendsh #which was cut tragically short #also reminding me how much less focus wylan gets in the series as a whole at the detriment of his character lol lol lol #saw the sticky notes i made for the bfwp my brain is back on the grind it has marinated i am ready to write this stupid fucking thing #if leigh bardugo won't write sufficient information about wylan then i fucking will #rn though jesper on my fucking brain.#jesper fahey #kaz brekker #six of crows #soc #tgt #six of crows memes #soc shitpost

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Day 14

I have received…indifferent news about the human‘s state, by which I mean, I cannot describe her current state, as I have not received any actually comprehensible further information.

Wrin has decided to pay the human a visit at the beginning of this cycle. After they returned, they sought me out to report back, despite not single word about my task being uttered in their proximity.

They leaned against the wall next to me without a word, so after a few moments, I spoke up: "How is she?"

"She seems alright, at least she‘s most definitely not about to die.", Wrin responded, taking a swig of the bottle in their gloved hand.

"Would you be more specific?", I requested.

"Well, I don‘t know, I asked her how she was doin‘ and she said she was 'peachy keen'."

My front pliers uttered a rattling sound. "And…what does that mean?"

"If I knew", Wrin said, taking another sip. "I haven‘t known her for that long either, and I don‘t know anything about humans. She does that weird thing sometimes though, when you‘re talking to her, and she says something that is true but kind of sounds like a lie? I dunno, might be that."

"Would you care to elaborate?", I repeated, slightly suspecting that Wrin was already too intoxicated to form coherent thoughts.

"Kind of like…y‘know, sometimes it‘s also the other way around, and she tells a lie, but kind of in a mocking tone? I don‘t really get it either. Must be a 'human' thing."

Telling lies mockingly? Perhaps Wrin was simply not eludicating well enough, but I would have to investigate this claim further. Perhaps I would pay the human a visit myself, if I was permitted.

Unfortunately, before I could act any further, another technician rather desperately retrieved me to assist in the main control center, as they were, apparently, understaffed for the circumstances we are currently situated in.

Resulting in this, I did not face the human at all during this cycle, but I have received news that she has been discharged from the medical quarters, while the medicals further analyze the test results they recorded.

Furthermore, we are set to enter Fendaar‘s athmosphere in 2-3 cycles, so we will be able to let the SIIR Noxos get mended properly and stock up on necessities.

#Local aliens try to figure out sarcasm #they fail #lol #sorry this chapter is kinda short #I had a social venue to be at #Actually I‘m super glad I didn‘t get food poisoning #bc I *might* have accidentally eaten something moldy the other day #I didn‘t notice even though it was clearly visible lmaoo #These tags are giving off ao3 author vibes who will literally come back from the dead to post another chapter #earth is space australia #humans are weird #space australia #humans are insane #humans are space orcs #humans are terrifying #humans in space #humans are confusing #humans are crazy #humans are deathworlders #humans are awesome #humans from an outsider perspective #humans are space oddities #humans are space australians #space orcs #fantasy #science fiction #sci fi #less of the science more of the fiction #humans are strange #day 14

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