#this is 4000 words and basically a fic

[ame-in-the-rain]

kesa chapter is done!!!! it’ll be up tomorrow morning hopefully

#it’s somehow longer than the paragift fic #it is basically 4000 words of kesa being like ‘do my friends hate me or do I just need to go to sleep?’ <- autism #the mannequin tag

[samkerrworshipper]

the call up

leah williamson x reader

please keep sending requests in i need some fuel!

angst, panic attacks, pain, mentions of abuse of power, mentions of abuse, a short 4000 words im posting this at 2am so sorry for any typos or little things i might have missed x

my heart breaks for the espwnt as they navigate their current situation and i’ve been thinking a lot about it so here’s this little fic ❤️

blurb: you got the news notification, not a text, not a call, a fucking new notification that had broken your heart into a million different pieces

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I was consciously ignoring the sound of furious knocking against the bathroom door, but not on purpose. I felt like I couldn’t breathe, I’d felt that way ever since I’d gotten the news notification and then the follow up text from Alexia asking if I was okay. No I wasn’t okay, but I’d told her I was fine anyway. It was a blur to me what had happened after that, I’d thrown my phone at a wall, knowing that my phone was probably 30 seconds off of lighting up furiously with more notifications. How could they do this to us? How could they do it to me? After that I’d stumbled my way into my ensuite, finding it hard to see properly with the tears that were crowding my eyes. I couldn’t breathe, I couldn’t think beyond the thought of how this was actually happening.

I’d staggered my way into the shower, cranking the water to its highest point and sitting myself down on the floor. I was bawling my eyes out but I couldn’t really feel it, all I felt was numbness, overwhelmingly numb. The shower water was boiling hot but the searing liquid felt perfect against my skin, it did wonders to comfort the iciness inside of me. It also drowned out the neverending sound of me sobbing furiously into my own skin. I was still wearing my clothes, still dressed in the same t-shirt and shorts that I’d been wearing when I’d gotten the notification. I was scratching furiously at my legs, seeking out the relief that the mixture of pain and burning gave me.

How was this the world that we were living in? How was it that in the current world that we lived in I didn’t even have a basic human right? I was a sobbing, trembling mess just thinking about it all.

How was I supposed to go there and pretend that everything was fine, that I didn’t want to claw my throat out just at the thought of being in the presence of some of those people. It was insanity, pure insanity. I was a fucking world champion, one of the best players in the world and yet here I was, back to square one. What was the point in us even signing a treaty if they were just going to flat out ignore it anyways. It made me sick to my stomach, in what world was this okay, in what world was this how we lived?

Leah would probably hate me, hate me for being ungrateful for the opportunity, hate me for not taking a chance to play when she couldn’t. I was being fucking childish, it shouldn’t have been that big of a deal, shouldn’t have been that upsetting. I was being given the opportunity to play the sport I loved for my country, so why did everything about it feel so wrong? Why couldn’t I find a part of my heart that was happy that I’d been called up, happy about the prospect of playing for my country. I should have been happy, should have been excited, should have been bewildered that they were asking for me to come back even after I’d told the press about all the abuse, it was a miracle really. My heart went out to Mapi, my best friend who I knew would be absolutely devastated that she’d been called up, she’d rejected a call-up to the world cup because of her views and now that was invalidated, everything she’d stood for was going out the window, much like the rest of us.

It was the knocking that brought me out of my spiral, it was non-stop, loud and furious.

“Y/n, I’m coming in sweetheart.”

It was Leah’s voice, both so gentle and stern at the same time. I didn’t take my head out of my knees as I heard the door to our ensuite open, I must have forgotten to lock it in the flurry of emotions that had gotten me to the shower floor. I heard Leah step cautiously into the room, probably taking in her surroundings and the state I was in. Then I heard the door to the shower opening and I couldn’t help but pull my head out of the spot in between my legs to look at her. She looked flustered, her hair and clothes dishevelled and nothing like what they’d looked like when she’d left this morning to take our dogs on a walk and meet up with Keira for coffee.

“Oh darling.”

I knew I probably looked like a mess, mascara smudged all over my red eyes. She reached out to comfort me but immediately recoiled when her skin made contact with the water, letting out a string of profanities towards the water,

“Fuck, you’re burning yourself,” She said, her eyes flashing with fear as she reached towards the temperature dial, immediately turning it down to a more luke warm temperature.

“No, I need to feel clean,” I reached up to turn the water controls back to my previous temperature btu Leah’s hand stopped me, her hands gently gathering my own in hers.

“You are clean y/n,” Her voice was a mere whisper, her voice hoarse as she hurriedly slipped off her shirt and shorts before climbing into the shower with me, just left in her sports bra and boxer shorts.

“Dirty,” I choked out, flinching away from her as she snaked an arm around my body.

“You are not dirty y/n/n,” her voice was stern, she was speaking to me with the intention to get past my internalised barriers that were trying to block her out, trying to block out her attempts to convince me that my self deprecating thoughts were wrong.

As soon as she noticed my hands falling down to my legs to continue scratching at them to get some release she put a stop to it, her own hands intertwining with mine and bringing them to her chest.

“I know there are a lot of twisted thoughts going through your head right now sweetheart, I know that this whole situation is so fucked up, beyond it being okay but I’m here for you.”

I felt like I couldn’t breathe, like every breath that I was taking in was lacking in oxygen and everything I needed to be able to fucking breathe.

“How can they do this? How can they make us do this?”

Leah just shook her head at me, because we both knew she didn’t have an answer, that as much as I leaned on her to give me an answer for everything she just couldn’t in this situation.

“I don’t know.”

Her words were rocky, splotchy, it reflected everything that I was feeling in that moment.

“I’m sorry, I know I’m being ungrateful, I mean you can’t even play and I’m sitting her complaining about the fact I’m being given the opportunity to play,”

“You aren’t being given an opportunity, you are being forced to play. You are allowed to be annoyed about that, it’s not being ungrateful. We live in a world where as women we are supposed to be grateful about every single fucking opportunity we are given but this isn’t a opportunity my love, it’s fucking abuse, especially after what those men did to you.”

I shivered at Leah’s words, just thinking about everything that I’d given to that team just to be fucking abused and assaulted, it had taken so much therapy for me to acknowledge that it had been abuse, that it hadn’t been deserved, that I deserved better.

“I can’t go back, I can’t do it,” Leah nodded at me, pressing her lips to my forehead under the spray of the shower and nodding against my skin.

“That’s okay, we’ll sort it out, I’ll call Ale and we’ll figure it out. If you don’t want to go you don’t have to, we can't risk your mental health for fucking soccer.”

“They’ll take my licence, they’ll fine me, I’ll never be allowed back, they’ll find a way to invalidate my passport and I’ll never get to see my family again,”

“That’s a bridge we can cross, we’ll figure it out, what matters most is that you are okay.”

I didn’t feel okay, I felt like I was tearing at the seams, like seeing that news notification pop up on my screen as I’d been catching up on the most recent episode of the Real Housewives of Beverly Hills was probably the worst moment of my life.

“You do feel safe, y/n?”

I shook my head, burying deep into Leah’s neck, trying to get as far away from the world as I could.

“I love you y/n, I will never stop loving you, no matter what happens, you are stuck with me, so even if thats hard to believe I need you to know that, I need you to think about that. Let’s get you out of the shower, yeah?”

She was right, I didn’t believe her. I kept my cheek pressed into her neck as she lifted me up off of the floor and out of the shower, stripping off my layers and wrapping me in a towel, I refused to face her though, refused to look into those eyes.

“Can I carry you?” Her voice was so hesitant and before I could gather my thoughts, the ones that told me to push Leah away I found myself nodding.

She engulfed me in her arms so quickly it was as if she knew I was on the cusp of changing my mind, I still hadn’t stopped crying, my sobs had just quietened down into numb, soundless tears that somehow burned my cheeks as they dripped down my skin. My chest pressed against her own as she lifted me up and walked us into our room, our bedroom. I squeezed my eyes, trying my hardest to ignore how perfect it felt in that moment to be pressed against her, to be in her arms, how perfect it felt to be held by her.

She gently placed me down on our bed and I tried my hardest not to whimper at the loss of contact, she dashed off into our wardrobe, stumbling around in there for a few seconds before returning with a fresh matching bra and boxer set on herself and a sports bra and pair of boxer shorts for me. I didn’t even flinch as she pulled the items of clothing over my body, just went limp in her arms. Once she was done dressing me she climbed onto the bed beside me.

“Can I hold you?”

I nodded at her with tears in my eyes and she’d immediately wrapped both of her arms around me. She rested herself against the head of the bed and brought me into her lap so my back was pressed against her chest, it was the skin to skin contact that made me start to sob unapologetically and furiously. Leah was quick to tighten her grip on me and start to rock me back and forth in her arms.

“I’m so sorry this is happening to you sweetheart, I’ll do anything I can to fix it.”

Leah was a problem solver, furiously dedicated to helping out anyone that she could. In this instance though I couldn’t find anything that she could actually help with, what was there for her to do? No one could do anything, any effort, any attempt to try and make a change, for Jenni, for us all, was over.

“How am I supposed to go there and act all happy and grateful when all I want to do is tell them all fuck you, fuck you for doing this to me, fuck you for condoning the abuse for years, fuck you for covering it all up.”

My words came out in hiccups between the sobs, Leah waited for a few minutes before answering me, it got to the point where I was worried she wasn’t going to answer me at all.

“If you don’t want to stay and play you won’t have to, it’s against your rights and the FIFA code says so, fuck there bullshit law that says you have to go. We’ll talk with our lawyers, talk with Ale and Mapi and we’ll find a solution. If they make you play then you can sit on the field, you can fake an injury, get yourself red carded. We’ll find a solution, we’ll work it out.”

Everything Leah said made sense but it also didn’t, how was I supposed to go there, how was I supposed to walk in a building and try and reason with people I was terrified of, people that I now needed anti anxiety medication for, people that had given me years of trauma and PTSD.

It was then that we were both shaken by a furious banging from our front door, my mind went to the worst place possible. What if it was reporters, or people from fifa, or people from the Spanish federation? What if they’d come to take me, what if they were already here to take my licence or take me to jail?”

Leah sensed my distress and slid herself out from behind me.

“I’ll go take a look, stay here, it’ll be fine.”

Even her voice was unsure, like she didn’t even know if it was actually okay. She darted out of our room, I heard her thudding down the stairs and then making it to our front door. I heard her open it, which indicated to me it had to be someone we knew because if it was someone she didn’t want to see she would have looked through the peephole and left them. I heard the hushed voices of two people, maybe? Then the furiously fast footsteps of an amount of people I couldn’t make out. Within a few second though all was revealed to me as Alexia, Mapi, Lucy and Keira bursted into my room, Leah chasing after them. One look at them all had me sobbing again. Alexia and Mapi were quick to jump onto the bed beside me, I noticed the the tear tracks that were painting Mapi’s face as well and the red rims around her eyes. Mapi was my best friend in the entire world, we’d played with each other since we were kids. Alexia was like my older sister, she’d taken me under my wing as soon as I’d joined Barca as a rookie and she’d treated me like her own ever since. The two women meant more to me than anybody else, bar Leah and I knew that they both knew how much this would be tearing me up.

“How can they do this to us? After everything they’ve done?”

“Lo se mi amor, lo siento mucho.” (I know my love, I’m so sorry)

Ale’s voice didn’t do much to comfort me, if anything her familiar words that were spoken in our mother tongue just made it all pour out of me more.

The two english women in the room were lead out by Leah, the three of them sensing that this was a moment that us Spaniards needed to have on our own.

“No puedo hacerlo Ale lo siento pero no puedo hacerlo.” (I can’t do it Ale, I’m so sorry but I can’t do it.)

“It’s okay Mi amor, I understand. We are going to sort it out for you and Mapi, we’ll figure it out, you don’t have to be there if you don’t want to, they can’t force you.”

“Can’t they?”

It was the first time Mapi had gotten a word into the conversation and Alexia’s eyes immediately met hers in a glare, she was trying to stop me from working myself up even further and Mapi’s words weren’t helping.

“No they can’t María, we’ll work it out, I’ll sort it out for my girls, I’ll keep you protected, te prometo que.” (I promise you)

“You can’t make that promise, you didn’t protect us last time.”

The tension between the two was thickening and it was making me feel even smaller.

“I can try my hardest, last time it was different and you know it, this time we have an audience, we have people that we can trust to help us, we don’t have to be scared anymore, I am going to protect you, lo juro.”

I pressed myself further into Ale’s arms, finding solace and comfort in the older woman's arms.

“I’m scared, Ale.”

I felt Ale’s head nod against my own from its position balancing on top of mine, her head burrowing into my semi wet hair that Leah had partly dried with a towel.

“I know pequeño, you have every right to be scared, but I’ll keep you safe and if you want to go home after we negotiate with them then you can, no one is going to make you play.”

I nodded into Ale’s body, searching for Mapi’s hand and when I found it tangling it in my own, finding warmth and steadiness in her hand.

I could feel my body relaxing into Ale’s, the emotions of the last hour starting to hit me and affect my energy level.

“Go to sleep, cariño, rest, you need it.”

I’d nodded sleepily into Alexia’s body and let myself relax fully against her, letting all of the stress, fear and anxieties leave my body as the feeling of sleep started to overcome my senses.

When I woke up it was no longer light outside. I shot up in bed, realising I was alone and immediately clutching at my chest as I felt the anxiety overcome my body, I’d been deserted, because of my stupid fears about being called up, I deserved it, I was so weak, so stupid, so fucking unworthy of love and attention. It all came crashing down on me, like a massive wave, all of the feelings crashing down on top of me in an overwhelming cascade. I was gasping for air, frantically clawing the sheets of the bed off of my body, suddenly feeling overwhelmed, overheated and sweaty. I’d left a cold sweat patch on our bed sheets but it didn’t really bother me, I was so hot and it was so hard to breathe and I just couldn’t think.

The next thing I knew Leah was walking into our room with a cup of tea that she’d almost immediately dropped when her eyes had met mine, forgetting the cup and liquid and jumping directly onto the bed, her mind immediately reeling.

“Y/n/n, you're having a panic attack, I need you to breathe for me, how we’ve practised, you’re going to be okay, take some deep breaths for me.”

I’d gulped and nodded at Leah, we had practised it quite a bit, it didn’t make it any easier when this happened but it did reassure me that I knew how to do it.

Her hand had almost immediately found its way to my hunched over back, rubbing circles into the muscles along my back as I struggled to take in any oxygen.

“You’ve got it my love, deep breaths, in and out, it’s going to be okay, I’m right here.”

Leah’s voice was so soft, so comforting, like it was made of cotton and teddy bear fur.

“I thought I was alone and I-I thought you’d left me.”

My voice was so unsteady, so unlike me.

“I’m never leaving you honey, not if I can help it, I’m here for you, always by your side.”

She solidified her statement by pressing a gentle kiss to the side of my temple, I relaxed my scrunched up face against her mouth, trying to enjoy the feeling of it as much as possible.

“Good girl, keep taking those deep breaths for me, you're doing so well mi amor.”

Leah knew very little Spanish, I’d tried my hardest to teach her some, especially when she’d stayed with me in Barca but it just never stuck, she didn’t practise enough for it to stick, not that I minded, my mum was english so I’d spoken both since I was a child, my English was just as good as my Spanish so it wasn’t hard for me to converse with my partner.

Leah’s voice kept rubbing against my back, helping to guide me back down to earth from the panic induced cloud that I’d sent myself to. When I did finally come back down I started to take in my surroundings, the damp sheet below me, Leah’s breath against my neck, our dog and cat sitting on the edge of our bed, cuddled up together asleep.

“Hey angel, you back with me?”

Her voice was so gentle, so patient. Leah’s hand found its way to my face, brushing the loose brunette strands from my face and pushing them behind my ear. I felt shameful, I couldn’t handle looking into those eyes, those eyes that held a world's worth of care in them, the eyes that I knew could break me down into tears on their own accord.

“M’ sorry.”

“You’ve got nothing to be sorry for.”

Her reassurance was what I needed, I craved that reassurance, craved her approval.

“I just want this all to go away, I just want to be able to me be, just live how I want to.”

Leah pushed herself back against our pillows and pulled me with her, wrapping her arms around me and bringing me to her chest, her lips fell to my forehead out of habit, it was one of her favourite things to do, I loved the connection.

“You can be you, you are allowed to be upset about this, there is nothing wrong about being angry about what is happening to you.”

I let my head find a nook in Leah’s body and relax into it properly, finding so much peace in her.

“I just want this to all be over, better yet, never have happened.”

“Fair enough, you’ve dealt with enough bullshit to last you the rest of your life, you are allowed to be angry about that, anything you feel is valid, your life has been turned upside down by a bunch of old white men who don’t care about anybody besides themselves and it sucks, it sucks that most of the men in power across our world are the same and that we can’t really do anything to change that. I’m here for you though, so is Ale and Mapi and everyone else that cares about you. It sucks, but that's what we have and maybe it’s enough, maybe it’s all we really need.”

I nodded along with Leah’s words, she was so wise, so smart considering her age. It was one of the things I admired her so much for, how she knew so much but was also prepared to educate herself on something that she wasn’t sure about. She was always wanting to be better, to learn more, it was jarring for me when I’d met her, having come from a very traditional family and set of views.

“Go back to sleep my love, we’ll work this all out in the morning, I promise.”

“Pinky swear?”

She’d rolled her eyes at me but nodded regardlessly, knowing that if she didn’t my anxieties would creep up and I’d probably send myself into another fit.

“I pinky swear.”

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Falling Slowly - Chapter 7

Pairing: Tommy Miller x f!reader

Word Count: 4000+

Rating: Mature - 18+ ONLY!

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&lt;<;Chapter 6<<

Outbreak Day: Daisy

I snuggled into bed after tucking Jax in, fully intending on reading my book until Tommy came home. It shouldn’t be too much longer, depending on how well the Rivieras can hold their liquor. But after a couple of chapters, I was actively fighting on keeping my eyes open, a day of packing and chasing Jax around finally catching up to me. I set the book on my stomach, closing my eyes to just rest a moment…

A blood curdling scream from outside rips me from my sleep and I jerk myself awake, heart racing and frozen in place while I try to listen for more, my hand automatically feeling for Tommy in the bed next to me, but feeling cool sheets and no Tommy. In the distance, I can hear some light commotion but I can’t quite place it. I quickly get out of bed, grab the wireless phone off its stand on the side table and pop my head into Jax’s room, finding him still asleep. I dial Tommy quickly, but when I put the phone to my ear, all I hear is beeping. I hang up, putting the phone to my ear before dialing this time and hear the same sound. Which means the phones are down. 

Fuck. 

I head downstairs quietly, ears on full alert for the slightest sound or movement as I grab my cell phone and unplug the charger. It’s fully charged but it too has no signal. This is not good. Landlines and cell signals cut? 

I move to the living room and switch on the tv, colored lines reflecting in my eyes as channel after channel alternates between colored lines and displaying the same emergency message:

NATIONAL ALERT

PRIMARY ENTRY POINT SYSTEM

ISSUED AN

EMERGENCY ACTION

NOTIFICATION

“...indoors. Law enforcement and emergency services are in the area and will be in contact with further instructions….Stay indoors. Law enforcement-”

I switch off the tv, fully awake and alert now. What the fuck was going on? Are we being invaded? And where’s Tommy? 

I hear more sounds outside, car doors slamming and helicopters moving about in the distance and it jerks me into gear. Tommy had taught me some basic things to do in case we had to get out fast, in case of an invasion or something else. I don’t know all of what he saw when he served overseas but he said it was good to always be prepared, just in case. 

Thankfully, our bags were already packed, suitcases and backpacks against the hall wall waiting to be put into Tommy’s truck. I dashed into the kitchen and packed a bit more food than I had initially intended, tossing some extra filled water bottles into a tote and setting it down by the backpacks. I quickly went upstairs and changed into jeans and a shirt, grabbing one of Tommy’s flannels and sliding my arms into it, trying to at least get some comfort from his scent. Hair pulled back to keep it from my face, I lace up my shoes, trying to tell myself this would all be for nothing, that it was really a test and Tommy would be coming home any moment to tell me everything was fine. Another quick glance at Jax shows me he’s still asleep and I let him sleep for now. There’s not really a reason to wake him until I’m certain we have to move. I toss an extra outfit of jeans and a shirt in his backpack just in case he can’t change before we head out, an extra pair of shoes stuffed in a bag on top of his clothes. 

It’s when I head downstairs to wait for Tommy that I hear it again, that scream that sets my entire body on high alert, nerves coursing at their full fight or flight. 

I move to the front window and slide the curtain back just enough to peek outside, hearing crashing coming from next door. I can’t quite make it out, but it looks like Mr. Johnson is attacking Mrs. Johnson? No, that can’t be right. But then they move into the streetlight, Mrs. Johnson’s scream ringing out again and that’s definitely the one I heard and Mr. Johnson is definitely not behaving right. 

Without thinking, I grab the baseball bat near the door and open it, stepping out into the yard and quickly sneak up on the couple, Mr. Johnson having pinned Mrs. Johnson to the ground. He’s hunched over her, an odd wheezing sound coming from him. He seems to sense me, his body stiffening and when his head turns towards me…what the fuck is that coming from his mouth? Before he can move I swing, my bat landing its target square in the face, Mr. Johnson flying back and laying still on the ground. Carefully, I walk over to them, glancing over at Mr. Johnson who’s face was definitely smashed in from my swing. Fuck, I didn’t mean to kill him! 

But then I hear gurgling from Mrs. Johnson and I look down at her, seeing the exact moment when the light leaves her eyes. She’s still for a moment, the sounds of car tires screeching and helicopters flying overhead getting a little louder. Then her body jerks inhumanely, and I back up quickly, gripping the bat tighter in my hand. As she sits up, she turns her head to me and I can see the same whatever the fuck coming out of her mouth just like Mr. Johnson and my entire body yells “JAX! GET JAX AND GO!”

So I do. I turn and run as fast as I can back to my house, hearing screeching and feet pounding the cement behind me, Mrs. Johnson chasing me back to the house. I try to slam the door closed but she’s there, bouncing off of it, scrambling to push it open and I don’t wait, running down the hall and throwing everything I can reach in her way, even chucking the bat at her head. It seems to slow her down just enough for me to take the stairs 3 at a time, launching myself into Jax’s room and slamming the door shut and locking it, putting my back against the door as Mrs. Johnson screeches and pounds at the door from the other side. Jax is sitting up in bed, wide eyed and afraid and it kills me I can’t move to him, to comfort him and shield him from whatever horror is happening. 

“Hey buddy!” I’m struggling with the door but I have to get him safe.

“Mommy?”

“Listen, Jax. I need you to play a game for me, ok? I need you to get in your favorite hiding spot.”

“Mommy, who’s knocking on the door?”

I dig my heels into the floor, pushing my back harder against the door as Mrs. Johnson continues to pound into it. 

“Don’t worry about that, little man. I need you to hide. Can you do that for me? Be silent and wait for me, daddy, or Uncle Joel to come get you. If you do, you win.”

He’s still scared but can sense my urgency and nods while hopping out of bed. “Ok, mommy. Hug first?”

Tears fall down my cheeks and I hope he can’t see them. “Not right now, bud. I really need you to hide and not come out for anything other than daddy or Uncle Joel. Can you do that now, please?”

He studies me for a moment before nodding. “Ok mommy.” He moves to his closet, getting inside and closing the door behind him. I hear him rummaging around, going deep into his favorite hiding place and I pray to whatever is listening that he will stay there, stay safe. Even if….even if I don’t come back. 

“Ready bud?” A quiet, muffled “Yes” meets my ears and I choke back a sob. “Ok baby, remember to stay silent, ok? No matter what. Until Daddy or Uncle Joel comes for you. And remember…. I love you bud.”

“I love you too, mommy.”

The sob gets stuck in my throat as Mrs. Johnson heaves herself against the wood of the door. I take a deep breath and open the door, letting Mrs. Johnson clamber into the room, falling onto the floor with the force of her movements. While she’s trying to get up, I grab Jax’s Rangers bat from where it hangs on the wall, my eyes never leaving Mrs. Johnson as she growls and launches herself at me. I push her back with the bat but damn she’s strong, what I can only describe as tendrils coming from her open mouth as if they’re trying to reach out to me. I push her back and she stumbles, hitting the floor and I turn, running out of the door and making a lot of noise as I do. She follows me without hesitation, falling down the stairs but clambering up more quickly than someone her age should do. She chases me around the kitchen island and I pull out all the drawers, knocking everything off the counter onto the floor or at her as she runs after me, growling and screeching. I manage to make it past her and back out the front door, quickly glancing around before running to the backyard of our other neighbor’s house. 

Mrs. Johnson bounces back up, running full out after me as I run through 2, 3, 4, 5 backyards, eventually spilling back out onto the street, other people now outside throwing things into cars. New screeches join the one coming from behind me and I run the opposite way down the street, making sure to stay out of the streetlights. I get behind a car and squat down, turning to look where I came from. Mrs. Johnson had chased me for another block down this street, but then a man emerged from the house across that street and she changed course, lunging after him as he screamed, sounds of a scuffle coming from inside his house. 

I take a moment, my chest heaving, trying to catch my breath before glancing around. I’m about 3 blocks from our house and I have a choice to make: I can either take the streets, which will be brighter to see by but definitely have a higher chance of running into those…things. Or I can take the backyards, infinitely darker but less likely to run into whatever they are. I hope. 

I decide on the latter, taking a couple of deep breaths before glancing around. Seeing no one paying me any mind, I run, back through a few backyards before reaching the end of my street. I turn to duck into the backyard but a movement catches my eye and I’m able to quickly turn as a man falls past me, growling, outstretched hands just barely missing me. I run again, in the opposite direction of my house, trying to keep him away from Jax at least, the man chasing me as I run down the street. The cramp in my side is making me slow, reverberating pain shooting out into the rest of my ribs and I know I can’t keep this up. I spot a semi-truck without its trailer and I head for it, getting a running leap and praying I make it. I manage to get high enough up on the front to pull myself up quickly, but then a hand shoots out and grabs my ankle. I quickly kick out, knocking the man in the face and he goes down, pulling me with him. My back hits the pavement and the air whooshes from my lungs, momentarily stunning me. My vision swims but then he’s on me, his face leaning towards mine, tendrils reaching for me and I put my arms out, and push against him, gluing my mouth shut as he pushes closer to me. Then my hands land on a rock and I grip it, slamming it into the side of his head. He slides off me sideways and I raise the rock again, sitting up and slamming it into his head over and over until he stops moving.

Fuck I hope this doesn’t infect via blood. I really, really hope it doesn’t. 

I don’t have time to think about it, my sole focus on getting back to Jax and getting him safe. Even if that means I have to…get rid of myself. 

I stand up, glancing around and figuring out where I am, silently moving back towards my house through the backyards, listening closely for any sounds of movement. Thank God I run into no one else, moving around the front of my house and heading inside. I really made a mess in here but hopefully that deters anyone else from coming in. Not that those things really care. I go upstairs and see Jax’s door still open from when Mrs. Johnson chased me out, what feels like days ago. But then I see Jax’s closet door cracked open and it definitely wasn’t open when I left. 

“Jax? Jax, it’s Mommy

. Are you still there?” I open the door, holding my breath, tears silently flowing down my cheeks and burning my eyes, praying that I don’t find him here, hurt. But then…he’s not here. I look around the rest of his room. No Jax. 

“Jax?” I yell out of his bedroom door, my voice echoing around the upstairs. Nothing. No noise, no movement. I check every room to be sure but find nothing. I’m freaking out, no idea if Tommy or Joel came back and got him or…or. 

I can’t think about the or.

I stand in my destroyed kitchen, debating on what to do next, when my eyes land on the table, my backpack on it. Which is definitely not where I left it. I quickly walk over to it, shifting it slightly and that’s when I notice the piece of paper on it with his handwriting. 

Tommy’s.

Hey Darlin’,

We’ve got Jax and Sarah. We’re heading to the cabin. We’ll meet you there.

Please be safe. I love you.

Tommy

I clutch the paper and hold it to my chest for several moments, allowing the tears to freely flow as I hold on to the hope that this letter brought me. He’s safe. Jax is safe with his dad. Joel and Sarah too. I wonder if they found Rose…. 

Snapping my eyes open, I shake my head to clear it of my emotions, carefully folding the note and sliding it into my pocket. I quickly run upstairs and pop into Jax’s room, quickly grabbing his favorite stuffed bunny from his bed where he laid unpacked and forgotten in the hustle to get to safety.

I toss the luggage into my trunk, grabbing my backpack last and tossing it into the passenger seat. I take one last quick glance around, grabbing some photos from the fridge before I manually open the garage door, hopping into the driver’s seat and locking the door and my clicking my seatbelt into place. At the end of my driveway I look back to my house, our house, and allow 1 tear to shed down my cheek as I pull away from the only house that had truly been my home. 

I had to re-route myself several times trying to get to the back highway that would eventually lead to the cabin we’d purchased a year or so ago. It seems like a lifetime away with all that’s happened in the last few hours. I stop for no one, my only goal to make it to the cabin to my family. Then we can go from there. 

Miraculously, I make it to the nearly hidden drive without a hitch, grateful Tommy had taken us on several back roads so I was more familiar with alternate routes. I hadn’t seen another car or person in at least 2 hours, but that was normal. Most people had closed up their cabins for season after Labor Day, and no one really went down this road aside from random homesteaders or a handful of farmers. I wonder if they’re ok. 

I nearly miss the turnoff, stopping quickly and backing up a little to turn between the brush, branches, and twigs snapping at my car. I make the final curve and the cabin pops into view, looking exactly like it had when we left it last. 

No lights. No truck. 

No Tommy. 

I turn off the car, staring at the cabin for several minutes, but nothing happens. No one is here. Or at least, no one noticed I am here. Or made a move about it. Well, there was only one thing to do. I took a deep breath and got out, moving around towards the trunk and getting out the crowbar stashed by the spare tire. I grip it and head towards the cabin, eyes scanning everything to sense movement. I quietly try to turn the handle on the front door, but it remains locked. Sliding the key from my pocket, hands shaking I push it into the lock, hearing the little click it makes as it opens the door. I push it open and stand back, just in case. But the house is still and silent as I poke my head around the corner. I move throughout the cabin, checking all of the rooms. No one is here and, by the looks of it, no one has been here since we were here last. He’s supposed to be here, with Jax, with Joel and Sarah and maybe Rose. Where are they?

The cabin is quiet, eerily silent and I try not to let panic envelop me. They could have had to reroute like me. Maybe they ran out of gas and have to go on foot? I didn’t pass anyone but they could be behind me. Or hiding from the main road. Because regular people were behaving almost worse than those things. 

I jump into action, quickly unloading my car into the cabin and parking it in the garage. I take the outside broom, and the shotgun Tommy had kept here, and walk down to the end of the nearly hidden drive, sweeping the tire tracks from the drive. This will help to keep this place hidden, and it’s far enough away from the road that even if all the lights were on and it was dark outside, no one could see us tucked away in the trees. A couple hours later my tracks are hidden and I’ve checked the power grid how Tommy showed me, grateful as fuck to the Joneses for wanting a fully off the grid place and having most of that installed before they sold it to us for practically nothing. I leave the fancy electric metal window coverings on the windows, changing nothing of the cabin’s outward appearance. People were nuts and, as of this moment, I am a woman, completely alone in the middle of nowhere. 

Alone.

Everything locked up and lights dimly on, I quickly take a shower and again, thank the Joneses mentally for the solar power they hooked up so I could take this shower and have some light. After, I unpacked our suitcases, hesitating over Jax’s clothes. He usually sleeps in the 3rd bedroom with Sarah. She was officially going to let him have the top bunk this weekend and he was so excited. I start to cry then, pulling out all of his tiny clothes and, instead, folding them and setting them on shelves in our closet. I can always move them into the spare room if he wants it. It’s when I reach Tommy’s suitcase, opening it and getting a whiff of his cologne, his scent permeating my brain that I lose it, officially. Grabbing a shirt of Jax’s and Tommy’s, I lay on the floor and cry, huge heaving sobs until I fall asleep there, clutching each of their shirts to my chest. 

They don’t turn up the next day. Or the next. I try to keep myself busy so I pull out all of the bed sheets, fluff them out and put them on the beds. I dust, cleaning everything that was already clean. I take out all of the food I’d brought with me, along with some sustainable things we already had there and take stock. I do the same with the medicine cabinet and first aid kits. Hell, I even dig out the sewing kit and fix the tiny tear on the side of the couch. But by the end of that first week, I could no longer find anything to do inside, my nerves leaving me jumpy at every gust of the wind.

So I go outside. I check over the greenhouse and the root cellar, making note that the self watering system seems to have worked on most of the vegetable plants. Reading my gardening journal, I see that I should plant some things soon, so I pull out my little box of seeds and get to work, planting what needs done both in the greenhouse and the root cellar. This takes me nearly another full week, as I decided to clean it up a bit and reorganize things.

2 weeks and still nothing. No one. 

I wasn’t running out of food per say, but I knew adding 5 more mouths to feed would bring us to the end of our stores pretty quick. So I tried my hand at fishing, which was not really my forte. I did manage to catch a couple, but I would need a lot more than a couple small/medium fish. Well, practice makes at least better, which is what I tell myself as I work at it for the next few days, eventually getting a little better and finding a better spot to fish from. I had found a homesteading book on the shelf that showed me how to prepare fish, so I followed that and froze a bunch, hoping this would at least help when they showed up. 

I never strayed far from the cabin, afraid that if I did, they would show up and leave, assuming I wasn’t there. I didn’t want to miss them again and every time I thought about how I had missed them back in Austin, I wanted to cry and scream and throw things. I really wasn’t sure what to do other than what I was doing - preparing and waiting. I had no idea where they were, or if they were… no, they were alive. I could feel it. But even if I wanted to go find them, where would I start? The more I thought on this, the less I knew, driving every possible route in my head but nothing with a clear path to finding them. 

5 weeks. Well, almost 5 weeks. Still alone. 

His scent is fading from his clothes, the flannel I kept with me and hold at night barely smelling like him. I had put others in storage bags, hoping that I would only have to pull them out to give them to Jax and Tommy and not just so I could smell them and feel, just for a moment, like they are here. 

I pull Tommy’s flannel top tighter around me, shifting the covers a little higher on my shoulders when I hear it - an engine. 

I sit bolt upright, my ears straining to listen to what was obviously getting closer. I hadn’t heard anything since I came here, not even a truck passing on the road. I hop out of bed and quickly grab the shotgun, my heart racing along with my brain, the many possibilities of who is out there swirling around enough to drive me crazy. I shake my head a little and look out of the peep hole in the front door. A car pulls up slowly, not one I recognize. The sun was just rising, not enough light to see inside the vehicle. If it were bad people, surely they would’ve brought a truck? Maybe not. But then the side door opens, and a mop of black curls gets out of the backseat and my heart stops, breath seizing my lungs as the person straightens out, gripping a shotgun in his hands as he turns towards the cabin and a sob ripples through me as I rip open the door, standing there for a moment in utter shock as my eyes lay on him. My other half, the love of my life.

Tommy.

>>Chapter 8>>

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[cerseimikaelson]

PJO fanfic readers, here is a question for you.

This is my newest fanfic idea that has been living in my head rent-free. Basically a combination of this post and me giving the minor gods the love they deserve.

The Olympians have always had their heroes. It used to be Hercules and Theseus. Achilles and Patroclus. Aeneas and Odysseus. Romulus and Remus. In the 21st century, it happened to be Percy Jackson and Annabeth Chase.

But the minor gods… The minor gods never had anyone until Viola Summercket.

(Alternatively: A daughter of Athena with a knack for defying expectations baffles the minor deities into semi-adopting her)

This is happening. But I am stuck on the form and I need your help.

Option one is twelve short chapters (4000-5000 words) from a different minor deity's pov.

Option two is a series of snapshots all bound together in the same 20k fic exploring the relationships and dynamics between the minor gods and Viola, my OC.

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[honeyteacakes]

Dreamling for Ukraine Creator-

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Hello Dreamers, I’m participating in the fandom charity drive @dreamlingforukraine!

That means I’ll be creating fanworks in exchange for donations for one of these charities which are providing relief for the victims of the war in Ukraine and the destruction of Kakhovka Dam.

What I offer: Fanfiction! I am willing to write for Dreamling and most other Sandman ships. If it's not a ship I'm familiar with, I may need to pick your brain to get the dynamics right, but I'm more than open to going out of my comfort zone!

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Accepting prompts: Yes!

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[thedelusionreaderbitch]

Inej Ghafa x fem! Reader - Sea Creature

A/n: I wrote this around 2021, I tried tweaking it but it's like 4000 words long so it might be more similar to my older works whoops! Also the sea creatures in this fic are basically look the same as the ones in Luca because I'm way to lazy to try and fix that.

Warnings: slavery, buying people is mentioned, Inej's trauma/past from the menagerie is mentioned, being an outcast mentions, fighting, drowning, child/human trafficking mentioned, men suck, I think that's it? You have been warned!

Summary: Inej has slowly grown to love you, yet as a slaver ship attacks the Wraith might it be to late?

The three P's:

[Pronouns used: she/her] [Pov: 3rd person (Inej)] [Pairings: (romantic!) inej x reader, (platonic!) crew of the Wraith x Inej/reader]

The seas were an unforgiving place. Inej doesn’t have many good memories of the ocean, funny how she’s on a ship being a slave hunter yet some part of her still resented the sea. Simply, it’s like the buildings she used to jump to and from, just a way to get around. However this time it’s her city, not Kaz Brekker’s. 

“Captain Ghafa! There’s an oncoming slaver ship coming our way!” One of her crewmates Y/n L/n shouts.

Y/n is one of Inej’s most valuable mates on her ship, she’s quick on her feet, she knows her way around a ship, and she’s an excellent fighter. Even more, the sea seems to call to her. Honestly, she should make Y/n her first mate considering she is probably one of the best out of the crew. Of course, everyone had their strengths but Y/n just seems to have prowess with the ocean waters. They bent to her will, but not quite the same way as Tidemakers looked at the water, it’s like the water is her friend, not something to control. 

It made Inej uncomfortable and suspicious around her, Inej just couldn’t get it out of her head that there is something Y/n is hiding. Not only that but there is something familiar about her, almost as if Inej had seen her before, she just couldn’t get the girl out of her head. It’s a good thing Y/n is fairly newer than most of the other girls because if she wasn’t then other people would have been skeptical of why she hasn’t flown through the ranks yet, although Inej doesn’t have very much time before it would start being suspicious. 

“L/n, warn the crew and tell them to get ready for an attack! Make sure all the kids on the ship are secured!”

They had previously just attacked a slaver ship two days ago and were on their way to drop the kids off at their home or give them shelter somewhere else or even on this ship. Although Inej is pretty sure she is going to have to start to build a fleet with the number of talented people she let be part of her crew, some did leave when the time was right for them. 

“Aye, Captain!” 

Inej can’t help but laugh at the girl’s antics. “What did I tell you about saying ‘aye’ Y/n?” 

The girl’s eyes light up like the sun, and a wide grin splits across her face. “You called me Y/n!”

Inej rolls her eyes and places her hands on her hips. “I didn’t, I called you L/n you must have misheard. Now go!” 

She doesn’t say anything else to Inej and how she very obviously said Y/n instead of L/n she just runs off to tell the crew the news. Inej lowers her head and whispers a prayer, she is utterly surprised that her prayer includes Y/n in it. Yet she shakes her head, she can ponder about that later right now she has to go get ready for another attack. 

The enemy boat seems to fly straight toward them as they start to load their canons and guns. Inej can’t help but feel like something is going to go wrong nevertheless she gets a grip on herself. Likely she is just jittery after talking to Y/n which usually happens. 

“Can anyone identify the slaver ship!” She shouts to any member of her crew that is in her near vicinity. It’s always important to identify the ship because then they could guess if there would be any Grisha on the boat. If it’s a poor model they probably couldn’t afford Grisha, she hates the fact that she has to think about Grisha like property. Nina would probably be cringing, but it is for the safety of her crew and the kids. It still didn’t make her feel all that better though.

“I can!” Y/n raises her voice through the controlled chaos. 

Of course, it had to be her, anyone but her. 

Howbeit no one else yells over the crowd, only Y/n did and they were all looking at her in anticipation. Closing her eyes Y/n seems to be in some sort of trance as she places the tip of her middle finger in the water. Her eyes fly open and she analyses the enemy ship once over before nodding her head. 

“It’s a three-mastered vessel Captain! It’s primarily used for exploration and can hold around 50 crew, it’s a rich ship but it looks worn down. Meaning they probably won’t have very many Grisha, two at the most. Much less a heartrender or tidemaker. Since it’s an old model they won’t have very good canons either Captain!” Y/n’s voice is passionate as she declares her summary, her voice sounds like it’s woven out of silk with the way she speaks so confidently and surely. 

The overload of information is astonishing but also doubtful. Not that it wasn’t accurate, with that much information no one could be making that up, but how did she achieve to know that much? She has to have a secret that she is hiding from Inej, she just knows it. 

“Good work Y/n! Now you heard her, get to your stations and prepare for combat!” Inej loathes how she sounds like she is preparing soldiers for war, looking around her maybe she is. 

The fight is in full force now, it’s sure that the other side is losing and everyone can tell that the crew is entirely confident in their abilities to win. Nevertheless, Inej didn’t want to get cocky yet because there could still be girsha on the ship, and if there are she’s sure they’re waiting to use them till the last second when her crew is worn down. 

Still, the fight went on and nothing out of ordinary happened, it becomes apparent that the other side is retreating with bad losses. Inej prays that they can get their redemption in the afterlife. 

When the slaver’s boat can’t be seen anymore the crew cheers and Inej can’t stop smiling. In her fatigued body, she doesn’t seem to fully register her surroundings, but it’s all right because her first mate and her gunner (nicknamed pistol because she had saved Inej with her guns [which didn’t really surprise Inej later because she’s Jesper’s long lost sister]) could take care of the crew, kids and ship for her. That is her mistake. 

A strong unnatural gust of wind pushes her off to the side of her vessel, she tries to grab onto the railing so she wouldn’t fall off while trying to find the invader squaller. Spotting the Grisha Inej lifts herself up and takes out her knife and starts to aim as the rest of the crew realizes that there is an enemy on the Wraith. 

“Squaller!” One of the crewmates yells while some of the other women start to get out their knives and other weapons as Inej throws her dagger. 

Sankta Alina goes flying through the air except it’s knocked off its course into the endless ocean waters, it throws Inej off her game for a spilt second and that’s all the squaller needs to knock Inej into the sea with their Grisha abilities. 

Trying to swim up she hears a desperate “Inej!” from one of the crew's voices. Her voice sounds like silk… Oh, it’s Y/n, Y/n is the first one to call out to her. All Inej can do is focus on her voice, it’s the sole thing keeping her from sinking into the endless abyss. Her voice is the only one she can focus on out of all the crew, yet it isn’t enough, it’s like an invisible force is pushing her down further into the ocean and Inej just can’t swim anymore. Perhaps it’s the squaller (they did seem very strong) or maybe her body just can’t take it anymore. 

Slowly she sinks and she can feel herself run out of air, it is a terrible feeling - drowning. Like someone pressing down on your neck as you try to breathe but all you can breathe in is water. Eventually, the sea took pity on her and she slowly feels herself lose consciousness. 

*Flashback(s)*

Inej was just a girl, she was on the slaver ship getting transported to Ketterdam. Snatched away from her family having no idea of the future ahead of her, desperation ripped throughout her body, and the young girl threw herself overboard. 

Along with some other things like tightrope walking, her parents had also taught her how to swim, it would surely be something useful that could help save her life in the future. Though nothing could prepare Inej for the ferocity of the sea, it was angry at the time. For what, she didn’t know, but young Inej could tell that the ocean was angry. 

Even with the odds against her she tried to swim, she didn’t know where she was going but she knew that she wanted to go back home, so that’s the way she swam. It wasn’t logical but she wasn’t thinking logically at the time with a muddled brain the only thing that she could think of was home. 

In time, though she succumbed to the water's grip and her tiny body just couldn’t swim anymore. 

Something had grabbed her and taken her to what seemed a deserted island, it didn’t make any sense because it was way too fast to be a person that had grabbed her but everything about this part of the memory was fuzzy because of her near-death experience. 

Finally, she had landed on the land where what looked like a young sea monster was standing up over her, soaking wet. The sea creature's hair was like soft beautiful orange plants with the rest of her scaly body fading into lighter colors of orange, to white eventually to an ethereal pink. What stood out to the young girl though was her y/c/e eyes. They looked nearly human to Inej, hell this creature seemed like an evolved human to her. 

Maybe it was a saint, a saint that had come to protect her from those evil people who had taken her away from her parents. 

“Santka?” She croaked her voice barely coming out of her throat. 

The young beautiful creature shakes her head and pulls Inej up from her position on the earth. 

“I am no saint Inej Ghafa, I am simply a calypso - a creature lost to the sea.” The girl smiled sadly at Inej. “I must take you back now, as your destiny awaits you and I should not interfere in the affairs of mankind.” 

“Wait!” Inej yelled before the girl could take Inej in her arms and take her back. Young Inej couldn’t even wrap her head around what was happening much less that the calypso had just told her that she was going to be sent back to the slaver ship. All she could think about was the saint-like creature in front of her. 

“What’s your name?” 

“Y/n, young liberator, my name is Y/n L/n.” The creature smiled as a ray of sun caught in her eyes and Inej Ghafa, no matter what the calypso had stated, was sure Y/n L/n was a saint. 

Another memory resurfaced as Inej sinks deeper into the deep blue;

Inej had just made her third kill not too long ago and she couldn’t take it, the feeling of the blood on her hands. The fact that it got easier every time made her feel worse, and there was no Kaz Brekker this time to comfort her with his odd presence. He had his own business to attend to, he did not have time for the quarrels of a mere spider. 

Usually, Inej would run to the rooftops but this time she just ran, she could somewhat understand why Jesper liked running so much, it just was so much easier. 

Be that as it may, she forgot that people in Ketterdam were cruel, so when a teenage girl was running near the dock some vile men decided it would be fun to push her into the harbor. 

Again she was drowning, but this time there were weeds near the docks that had pulled her underneath, and far away she could hear the men laughing at her. This was the kind of people this city bred, inhuman men ready to murder a fifteen-year-old girl for fun. 

This time she was under struggling akin to last time although this moment the fear of drowning was thrown at her with full force. She didn’t want to die in this city. 

Then, an orange-pink flash came before her eyes pulling her out of the foggy water. The female calypso had taken her to a secluded part of the dock as Inej coughed the water out of her lungs with the girl blinking in front of her. 

The young calypso was also a teenage girl with wide eyes that had also seen too much. 

“You’re real.” Inej breathed out gobsmacked. 

“You remembered me?” The teen in front of her spoke head titled to the side those beautiful eyes sparkling with something that looked like hope. Inej hadn’t seen hope in a girl’s eyes around here for a long time. 

“How could I forget?” 

The calypso giggled an absolutely beautiful sound and placed her hands on Inej’s knees carefully making sure she was comfortable with her touch. Amazingly she was, it probably had something to do with the fact that Y/n wasn’t exactly human. 

“Y/n, you saved me.” 

The calypso blushed and turned her head away from Inej. “You called me Y/n!” 

Inej looked down at her quizzically, “What would you prefer I call you, my calypso?” 

Inej didn’t realize what her words meant till after she had said them and in her head, she was criticizing herself. This beautiful creature had just saved her and she probably had just made her uncomfortable! 

“I’m sorry I-” 

“I would like that very much as long you promise to call me Y/n sometimes.” 

This meeting Inej could tell was different, the last time they had met it had been full of sadness and the cruelness of the world that had put Inej in her position. This situation although didn’t miss checking off the box that said cruel, it wasn’t as pressing as last time. Last time they had been but children, not knowing what they were feeling towards each other. 

Inej leaned in towards Y/n as she had taken her hands off Inej’s knees and pushed herself at eye level with Inej with her hands on the dock holding her up as Inej started closing her eyes. Inej knew for certain that she wanted this, she didn’t know if she would ever get the chance to see Y/n again and she wanted her first kiss to be special. Not what those horrid men had stolen from her - that didn’t count, no she wanted her first kiss to be on her own terms. And what could be more special than kissing the most beautiful creature that Inej had ever seen? 

The sea creature had leaned in and their lips touched briefly before reaching for each other again and pressing their lips together closer, firmer. The intimacy blew the teenager's mind as her passion won the battle of her insecurities and she bleed her fingers into her plant-like hair. It was soft, and although it definitely both of their first kiss’s it was chaotic but divine. Inej couldn’t imagine anything better. 

They pulled away and Inej was left gasping for air in a good and bad way, the good was that there was no air left for her to breathe because of the kiss. the bad was that she probably had pushed herself farther than she ought to. 

“Are you okay?” Y/n asked hurriedly as she shifted herself back slowly into the water. 

Inej grabbed her wrist before she could go down all the way disappearing from her sight. 

“Don’t leave me.” The unspoken words were again. Y/n seemed to frown a bit at her desperation but all the same, she pulled herself onto the dock next to Inej with eyes running all over the human girl. She didn’t mean to push her too far. 

Inej though had wrapped her arms around Y/n and breathed in her scent that smelt of the ocean, and for the first time, it was magnificent. 

“Tell me about your life,” Inej whispered in her ear. 

So she did, Y/n told Inej all about her lonely life as a calypso, everyday things that seemed futile to Y/n were whole adventures to Inej. Y/n even explained that she had a connection with the sea and that it could tell her things sometimes, on a very odd occasion the sea would act for her but she said that didn’t happen very often. Calypsos were creatures birthed from the sea she said as she told Inej the tale of how calypsos came to be and how they were always females. How they could form into humans though Y/n wouldn’t be able to do that until she turned eighteen. 

They talked off into the day Y/n cradling Inej in her arms till darkness came over the smoggy sky and Inej’s eyes got droopier just before they eventually fell closed. 

“Sleep well, my liberator, your destiny awaits.” 

Y/n didn’t tell her that she couldn’t be a part of it. 

And Inej had woken up on the dock that she had been pushed off of, not the one she was talking to Y/n on. Just like last time, again without her calypso. 

*Flashback(s) ends*

This time Inej opens her eyes under the water, the salt burning her eyes but she doesn’t care as she sees Y/n. The memories had come back to her in her nearly early death, she now knows the reason why Y/n was so familiar, and she knows the secret that Y/n has been keeping all along because she has been a part of it. 

Y/n pulls her up and out of the water and Inej coughs, and coughs, her eyes stinging as she swims back to the Wraith. 

With a delicacy that was inhuman Y/n pulls Inej onto the boat with one hand while the other held onto the railing, then she hoists herself onto Inej’s vessel and pulls the slave hunter into her arms. 

“Y/n?” Inej questions croakily as she reaches a hand up to place a feather-light touch on the calypso’s face. “You came back.” 

“I could watch over you this way, I’m sorry for not telling you but I didn’t want to mess up your destiny,” Y/n whispers cradling Inej’s face with the palm of her left hand while her right arm wraps around Inej. 

Before any of the two women could say anything more the crew of the Wraith gasp and get their weapons at the ready. 

“Sea monster!”

“Captain Ghafa!” 

“Get away from her!” 

Inej’s tired body fills with a rage she hasn’t felt in a long while, how dare they insult her calypso! But they don’t know any better, did they? To them, if it isn’t a human then it can’t be trusted. 

Y/n looks at the crew with sorrow and she lifts her head up to the sky muttering a few prayers before smiling down at Inej. 

Y/n thought this is the end. She’s terribly wrong. 

Adrenaline fills Inej’s body as she lifts herself out of the arms of the sunset-colored creature and faces her crew. 

“Stop! Don’t hurt her!” At that moment you could tell that Inej is a true leader and that anyone will need little convincing to follow with the way that nearly all of them concealed their weapons and listened to their captain. The ones who don’t merely lower theirs just in case their captain needs them, she has helped so many they will gladly return the favor. 

“She saved me, no one on this ship can ever hurt her do you understand?” Inej’s voice while understanding as a mother is also hard like boulders being thrown onto someone. 

“Good, now she is a part of our crew because she was before!” She barks. “Everyone meet your new quartermaster, Y/n L/n!” 

Nearly everyone pauses as Inej speaks Y/n’s name because how can the sea monster be Y/n? 

Then Y/n slowly transforms back into her human form as everyone on the Wraith gasps in shock, it is Y/n! 

Y/n slowly comes forward eyes darting around to make sure no one will hurt her before speaking; “I am a calypso.” 

That is a start of a long talk with Inej’s crew of women. 

Hereafter, everyone on the ship is informed of the calypso on the ship, most were in disbelief before Y/n came up to them and shapeshifted into her sea form. Most of the crew accepted her within a few days and it made Y/n the happiest creature alive because she hasn’t had very much contact with other living things that could talk to her other than the sea. And the sea only talks to her when it needs to. 

Although everyone is told to keep quiet (even the kids) Y/n doubts they all will and that worries Inej. Yet Y/n just shrugs her shoulders and says that no one will believe any of them, and she has her human form to keep her safe. Besides, it will just make slavers fear the Wraith more. 

“Oh, my liberator.” Inej turns her back to the sea to see Y/n (in her human form) facing her with a smile on her visage. She steps closer to Inej almost hesitantly before Inej pulls her closer as her back bumps into the railing with a grin on her face. 

“Hello, my calypso.” Inej tilts her head. 

Though she’s content there are still a few questions that have to be answered between the two of them. Slowly a dark cloud enters Inej’s mind; What if she’s leaving her again? She doesn’t think she can take it if she left her. 

“You’re not leaving, are you? Because every time you call me that you leave.” 

Y/n shakes her head, eyes twinkling and she cups Inej’s face. 

“I’m never leaving you, not again.” 

“How do I know you’re not lying?” Inej’s voice breaks. 

Y/n goes silent and pulls away from Inej with tears brimming in her eyes. 

“I’m sorry I left you before, but the sea showed me parts of what you could become, and those people, those kids needed you.” 

Y/n took a deep breath before speaking again; “I couldn’t interfere with that, as much as seeing you in so much pain and trauma hurt me, I couldn’t because you were going to be the liberator. Every time I saw a future where I stayed I would mess this up, the life that you built for yourself. I couldn’t take that away from you, as much as it hurt me- as much as it hurt you I just couldn’t do it.” 

Y/n turns towards Inej with tears tracking down her cheeks, “I’m sorry I made you wait this long.” 

Inej wraps her arms around Y/n albeit they are shaking she still did, as Y/n places her head inside the crook of Inej’s neck as Inej pushes her face into Y/n’s hair. 

“I would wait a thousand years for you my calypso.” 

After a while, Y/n’s tears finally stop, and Inej stops cradling Y/n and pulls away slightly. Y/n looks confused before Inej places her lips on hers. 

It’s as intoxicating as the last time they kissed, their lips shifting on one another, getting to know what the other feels like again. Inej’s arms wrap firmly around Y/n’s middle as Y/n cups her face to deepen the kiss. 

Inej couldn’t pinpoint one feeling because it’s truly just a burst of everything at once, it meant everything to Inej that she could just be there and kiss Y/n like the world is ending. 

“I missed you,” Inej whispers against her lips pulling away slightly to place their foreheads together. 

“Me too.” 

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-thedelusionreaderbitch

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#inej ghafa #inej ghafa x reader #inej ghafa x fem! reader #wlw #wlw fic #six of crows #soc #the wraith #jesper fahey #luca #kaz brekker #wylan van eck #nina zenik #shadow and bone #shadow and bone netflix #sab #matthias helvar #kanej #sea creature #delusion writes #fem! reader #sorry about that #this was originally written for pride month #obviously it was never posted

[scarletteye]

Writing Commissions!

Hiii! So yes, i opened my commissions. I wanted to do it for a while now but imposter syndrome is a b*tch. Now I said screw it. People seem to enjoy my writing and if somebody wants to support me by donating or requesting a commission, I will be more than accepting and grateful.

I feel like that tom & jerry meme, where Tom is dressed in some drapes and waving around a mug, asking for spare change ahahaha

It is entirely up to you! I appreciate any form of support, it doesn't have to be montery (although it would be very nice cough), so any form of likes and shares are welcome! Don't feel pressured to do anything <3

About the Commissions

As you can see there are five options!

Short Story/Drabble (500-1000 words) - 5€

Medium-Lenght Fic (1000-2500 words) - 10€

Long Fic (3000-4500 words) - 20 €

A Multi Part Fic (4000-6500 words) - 35 €

Mini Book (7000-15 000 words) – 50€+

Read more here: Click me

For more details about each tier, please visit my ko-fi. There you can find detailed descriptions about each commission. You can also message me to ask any questions!

NSFW is available!

You can ask me to include NSFW elements to your commission (or to base it entirely on NSFW), but be wary that it costs an extra 5€. For example if you order a Long fic, which is usually 20€ and you wanted it to be NSFW, the price will change to 25€!

I accept donations too!

If you want to support me but you don't have any special ideas for fics, don't worry! You can also buy me a coffee for 5€! Sounds silly actually ahahaha. Basically it just means you donate 5€. But "buying a coffee" does sound cuter.

This will not interfere with my normal uploading/writing schedule!

Everything I had in plan is still going to be posted on ao3 for free, so worry not <3. Though in the future I might post something on my ko-fi for my supporters only. But that is just me daydreaming here.

Thank you for taking the time to read my post! I get carried away when I start typing hahaha but hopefully everything is understandable.

#genshin fanfic #genshin impact #ao3 writer #ao3 author #genshin imagines #ko fi #ko fi commissions #writing #writing comissions #commisions open #commission

[a-christmas-carol-from-hr]

commissions???? commissions!!!!!!

have you, yes you, ever wanted to own your very own piece of Vid Writing. well now you can!!!!!!!

$10 (USD) per 1k ($20 per 2k, $30 per 3k)

$5 (USD) for letters from your favorite characters! A 600 word minimum is included in this!

Prices are upfront. If I write more than agreed on, there is no extra charge.

Payment through Paypal only atm

It will likely take me a week to work through your commission, and I will send snippets to make sure we’re all on the same page.

Will Write: Self inserts, self inserts shipping with canon character, shipping, various genres including horror, romance, non fiction (basically just ask and I’ll probably do it barring the below exclusions), Y/N fics

Won’t Write: Anything underage, aged up minor characters, SA, CNC

Case By Case Basis: NSFW (depends on what’s asked for, only if you are verifiably 18+). I reserve the right to reject anything I do not feel comfortable with.

You can contact me either on discord (vidcund) or here on tumblr! Samples are included in the google doc, and I can provide more on request!

#writing comms #commission #writing commissions #open commissions

[xxlovelynovaxx]

Hey fanfic authors, how long does it usually take you to write longer fanfics (specifically by longer meaning 75k-150k range, not like majorly massive)?

I think one of the things that contributed to my (ADHD-fueled) burnout was not pacing myself in writing or setting realistic goals. I'd push myself every single day to write as many words as possible until a piece was done, even if I wasn't enjoying myself, and would often rely on events like nanowrimo to push me into deadline panic mode to do so.

Since I've been writing (using the wonderful program Stimuwrite to help with executive dysfunction, can't recommend it enough) I've been entering events where you have to write 1500-4000 words in about a month to a month and a half, and finding it manageable. I always set my initial word count goal to 500 and often can bump it up to 750, sometimes even going as high as 1200 words if I'm up for finishing a chapter or similar.

I do like using word count goals still because it helps me not rush my pacing and add more detail into my fics (and original works), plus stimuwrite will do a little animation when you meet a goal that gives me ALL the dopamine lol.

So basically, what kind of pacing do y'all use for longer works? I'd love to hear especially from other disabled writers. I know of course it'll vary pretty wildly but maybe I'm just looking to hear that it's normal not to be able to update fics every other day with a new 5k word chapter, y'know? Like even if the average is more than what I can do, it'll at least be comforting to know that Rome can't be built in a day lol

#fanfiction #fanfic writers #writing #disabled #disability

[teddog]

Fic Update/Conclusion

The Trains Never Stop in Shin-Yokohama: Chapters 3 and 4

Rating: T

Pairing: Kantarou Kei/Tsujigiri Nagiri

Words: 4000 (or so, total length 9732)

Links: https://archiveofourown.org/works/48195826/chapters/133033468 (chapter 3) and https://archiveofourown.org/works/48195826/chapters/133324243 (chapter 4)

The conclusion of this apocalyptic adventure fic. I’m proud of this story for a couple of reasons.

First, it was a fun to write for a character who isn’t necessarily very smart, but also has a very lively and layered inner world. Kantarou definitely fits this bill. I gave him more self awareness because of the Uso timeline, but I hope I conveyed he has a very specific outlook.

In a longer story I could have dug more into my thoughts on it. I think there’s a lot to be said about Kantarou’s complicated and flawed senses of social responsibility, compassion, and justice, no matter which timeline is being presented. I get the impression most fans sympathize more with Nagiri, at least from a fanfic POV perspective, but I gravitated hard to the would-be-paladin who wields heavy machinery. Thus, we are here.

Second, this was challenge for how I approached dialogue. I’ve written a lot for the Fate franchise over the past few years, where many characters are quite eloquent. There are some characters who fit this bill in VampDies (given the number of professional authors and editors), but our heroes in this piece are not that. I repeatedly had to rewrite dialogue while thinking to myself “Simpler! No, even more simple! With more yelling!”

That’s basically my closing thoughts on the piece. I hope people enjoy it, even if it’s kinda weird and for an alternate timeline.

#vampire dies in no time #fanfic #fan fic update #fan fiction #kei kantarou #tsujigiri nagiri

[andypantsx3]

I love your writing so so much, I giggle and scream a little at every fic and I wanted to let you know I really appreciate your writing so very much.

The whole theme with Todoroki’s fics of ‘there’s no way he likes me’ being a source of so much misunderstanding and hilarity is so wonderful.

I also wanted to ask, how do you estimate how long your fics will be? Planning my writing always ends up being inaccurate because I write more for certain sections and less for others than I had thought, and I was wondering how you manage to schedule it out so neatly. Is it just a lot of practice?

Thank you so much, I hope one day my writing will be even a shadow of yours

Hello my love!!

Usually I will break fics down into the minimum number of chapters I think they will be if I do the barebones amount of writing for each. I also demarcate chapters based on where I think I can drive them to satisfying conclusions, so even if the writing balloons from that point (or shrinks lol) I will usually just give people a slightly longer or shorter chapter. So that's how my chapter counts stay fairly consistent!

They usually only change if I reassess the plot in the middle of writing and decide to add extra scenes - that's how fingerprints went from 7 to 9 chapters in total lol. Because I didn't wanna let it go :')

In terms of estimating word count, that's kind of been less accurate as I've grown more as a writer. I usually just take my average chapter word count of around ~3000 words, shave it down a bit for a couple chapters in case I end up getting lazy sometimes to like ~2500, and then total that up by the number of chapters for my fic estimated word count.

As I've grown as a writer though I've ended up expanding my word count per chapters such that it's getting closer to like ~4000 so I might have to change that soon!!

I also think it gets easier with practice as you write fics and understand more about your averages, which types of scenes you struggle with and how that might affect word count, and the impact of any style changes on word count!

Also lastly, I have to slip a program management-ism in here lol, but I usually stick by the phrase "underpromise and overdeliver," where I will try to promise people basically the skeleton of what I think a fic will be, with the understanding that if it gets bigger and longer I think most people will only be happier about that lol.

Anyway I hope this was helpful!!!!

Thank you for being so unbelievably kind to me. I love writing and sharing my garbage lol, I'm just happy you don't mind the recurrent themes lmfao. And I am so sure that with this much thought and care put into it, your writing will kick my writing's ass!! I will be waiting!!! ❤️❤️❤️

#ask andie

[flightfoot]

@wackus-bonkus-maximus, got another fic rec for ya! It’s less than 4000 words and is a one-shot, so it won’t take up much of your time. It’s called “I Won’t Let You”, by generalluxun. 

It’s a SentiFelix fic, taking place post-Hawkmoth defeat, with Felix and Chloe talking while the rest of Paris is celebrating the occasion. Basically, both of them aren’t happy with the aftermath, since for Chloe, it means that her family’s reputation is going to go through a meat grinder, along with their finances,  and without those things, she’ll just be ignored. While Felix just hates that Ladybug has the Peacock Miraculous, since it means that someone has the power to snap him out of existence, even if Ladybug is unlikely to use it.

Both of them think the other one is just being pissy and that their own problem is so much worse... until they both MAKE the other one experience their problems, their feelings, in a visceral way that I don’t want to spoil. The way Felix shows Chloe what it’s like to be in the kind of danger he is, is particularly striking.

Felix and Chloe’s dynamic feels a LOT like how you write Feligami in odnlb, from the way they almost spar with each other, to what happens at the end of the fic, how they come to care about each other. Though this fic is platonic rather than romantic.

I just think you’ll really enjoy it, and anyone who enjoys the way you write Feligami in odnlb is likely to enjoy it as well.

#ml fanfic rec #miraculous ladybug #felix fathom #chloe bourgeois #one does not love breathing

[h4lftruths4ndhyperb0le]

My Fics !

I realized I have very little connection between this account and my Ao3 account, so I figured I'd share a list of my fics on here in case anyone is ever interested :) WIPs are at the top, complete stories at the bottom

My WIPs:

In Darkness a Hope

An AU where Anakin wasn't found on Tatooine, Naboo fell, the jedi were blamed and scattered, war broke out, and the Empire began three years later. Anakin meets Ahsoka after she crashes on Tatooine, they run into Rex, and things snowball. Cody is also one of the two true main characters, but you wouldn't know it from his screen time at the beginning.

All That We Intend is Scrawled in Sand

An AU where Kix notices that something is up with Anakin, and that leads him to realize it may be connected to whatever's going on with the Guard. A few illegal choices later, he's in place to investigate. Basically, a Kix-saves-the-galaxy (with help from his friends) AU.

Marked

Also a work in my series about the Command Batch + Rex, featuring all of the commanders and the ways they're marked by the war. So far, Wolffe losing his eye and Rex getting his jaig eyes are written, with Gree, Bly, Fox, Ponds, and Cody still to come.

My Complete Works:

What Walks in the Shadows

Coruscant is haunted and Fox meets one of the ghosts, and proceeds to unravel a conspiracy as result. It's kind of sad but there's as happy of an ending as there can be in a fic where one of the main characters is already dead. It is a fix-it (because I am predictable) but it's set after Season 6 of TCW, so some people are already dead (rip Fives and Thorn specifically).

The Sins of the Father

My first Star Wars fic! AU where Fox manages to stop Order 66 before it's sent out to Cody, but not before Anakin takes the 501st to the temple. Mostly, it follows Luke and Leia coming to terms with who and what their Father is and what that means for them, via grand quests. Featuring: Jedi Healer Luke, Jedi Shadow Leia, Ezra Bridger being a good friend, Luke continually lacking self-preservation, and an ancient Force entity.

A Dance Among the Stars

A series following the Command Batch & Rex through the war. They're mostly short (like 2000-4000 words). Current works are:

The Tidings of War (When each member of the batch says the war began)

Many Meetings (They meet their generals and begin to trust them)

To See Again the Stars (Rex adopting Fives and Echo, and kind of Ahsoka, too)

Sleep No More (Ponds coming to terms with the deaths of his men)

Interlude (Conversations on leave between Rex & Anakin and Cody & Obi-Wan)

What Dreams May Come (Fox and the Guard being not okay)

What Was I Made For (Gree meeting Barriss and trying to help her through her feelings about war)

The Stars Their Ancient Courses Keep (Ponds having a conversation with Boba the night he's taken hostage)

A Buried and a Burning Flame (Five significant sunrises in Cody's life, and also maybe my pride and joy)

Something is Rotten in the State of Coruscant

An AU literally born from me going "What if Anakin was Hamlet?" Obi-Wan dies in the Rako Hardeen arc, and Anakin has to figure out how, exactly, that happened. One of the only times I've actually managed to let a character die, because it literally had to happen for the plot. The nerdiest thing I've ever done, and I stand by it.

#star wars #star wars fandom #fanfiction #star wars fanfiction #fanfic #archive of our own #ao3 author #ao3 fanfic #ao3 #my fic

[m0ther-of-p3arl]

I FOUND SOMETHING

i found an old ficlet from like a couple months back that i wrote (flower husbands) and i feel like if i polished it up a bit and yk did a lil work and wrote the precursors (it quite feels like the end to a longgg fic)

i think it might be worth posting??? idk???

but robert aeor high is getting really far into it i have so much planned-

ARGH but hmmm it's really not that good- BUT THEN AGAIN

i feel like it could be the start to a new au. hm. what should i do here.

and more importantly, what would i call it?? (more info below the cut)

so the ficlet is basically set when Scott leaves rivendell in empires s1, but instead of canon, it's jimmy who comes to find him- then yeh they kiss and all that

it was the first romance thing i'd ever written, i don't like it very much, plus it's real short, only about 1800 words which compared to the ~4000 word chapters of robert aeor high i've been writing recently

and i feel like i could definitely make something of it!!! maybe not yet though- but the cogs are turning and sdklfjsdlkf oooooh i really wanna write this now goddamn it one project into another

oh also i have a new chapter of robert aeor written available (its the shortest but most important to the story so far) so if you want that i got it

#robert aeor high au #felix and his rants #mystery au?? ooh?? what should i call it lol #maybe... #annabel lee au because i want it to kind of have the vibes of that poem #at least at the start #and it does tie into 3l like lil memories the petal nickname yk typical things like that #so yes #annabel lee au #third life #empires smp #flower husbands #JUST FOR THE RECORD #i don't know if this will last. #i don't even know if i'll start writing it #and if i do #it probably won't be for another month or so #but i do like the idea soooo yk... #if i ever randomly throw that in you guys' faces thats why :)

[theminecraftbee]

hello hello i've got a quick question for you- on average, what would you say is the usual word count for a single chapter of a fic? i'm not very experienced in fic writing and was wondering if the 900 words i've got down for the first draft of this chapter was a lot or not

it depends on the fic! a chapter is... however long it needs to be, honestly. back in the day before i stopped knowing how to shut up my rule tended to be "at least 1000" but that's super arbitrary and not very meaningful, chapters can be whatever length works for the fic, as long as where the chapters start and stop makes logical sense within the story and the style of writing you're doing. my chapters tend to be ~4000 words lately, but that's also super arbitrary, and probably much longer than chapters in many other fics!

i wish i had a good answer for you basically but i don't have one it's "how long does it feel like this needs to be" and "where does it make sense for this to change to the next chapter" it's like. the vibes of what you're writing.

i do so much writing based on "how does this feel flow-wise" you wouldn't believe,

#answered #blockofhoney

[princesserii]

Hey Inazuma Eleven fandom! This might be a bit of a long shot but would anyone want to beta read a fanfic I’m currently working on?

It’s a fantasy pirate AU set in a world I’ve made up. There’s magic and fantasy races — merpeople, selkies and sylphs (sky spirits), as well as regular humans.

I’ll be using using the OG and GO characters (not Ares/Orion or VROH). The main ships are established, married Tatsumido/Hiromido and angst-ridden TakuRan (ngl TakuRan might not get a happy ending), with some background established Endou x Natsumi which doesn’t really factor into the story. I might also include background Fudou x Kazemaru but that isn’t decided yet. I’m very easygoing with ships and can write basically anything.

The fic is split between three main stories — Kariya, the Inazuma Pirates, and Shindou. All three plotlines interweave into one another and will eventually come together:

Kariya is a lonely boy who lives on the furthest outskirts of the town of Shaleworth. The son of a fisherman, his neglectful father up and left one night, never to be seen again. Ever since, Kariya has been alone, carving out a career for himself as a fisherman at the age of 14. By now, he’s accepted his fate. He’s used to it. He doesn’t care if people pity him or think he’s a nuisance. One day though, he has a chance encounter with two wayward pirates, Tatsuya and Midorikawa, who have lost their ship and their crew. The pirates start using Kariya’s home as a hideaway until they can regain enough strength and resources to return to their ship. Kariya ends up realising he doesn’t want them to leave, meanwhile Tatsuya and Midorikawa realise that this lonely boy doesn’t have to be so alone forever. Family bonding shenanigans ensue.

The crew of the Inazuma, led by captain Endou Mamoru, are among the most feared and respected pirates on the seven seas. Due to the mysterious and powerful Hand of God, wielded only by the strongest pirate on the ocean, the Inazuma Pirates have garnered a high reputation even among the navy and port governors. After losing two of their crew mates, Tatsuya and Midorikawa, during a storm, they’re desperately trying to find them. Captain Endou has faith that they aren’t dead. Members of the crew such as the young gunner Kirino Ranmaru, however, are less confident, especially because if Tatsuya and Midorikawa are still alive, they would have run ashore in one of the most anti-pirate areas of the whole archipelago — Shaleworth.

Shindou, a baron’s son, hates pirates with every ounce of his being. Four years before the present, pirates attacked his hometown and kidnapped his personal servant and best friend, Kirino, thinking Kirino was actually the baron’s son. It was later revealed that a different pirate crew, the Inazuma Pirates, had pillaged and destroyed the trafficking den where Kirino would have been taken. There were no survivors. Shindou now swears revenge for the ‘death’ of his best friend. Having been sent to the town of Shaleworth to study under Governor Kudou, he makes it his mission to capture and execute any pirates who come through the nearby waters. Even his new personal servant, Ibuki Munemasa, thinks he’s going a bit too far. But Shindou sees it as justified. If he can’t have his best friend back, then what’s the point in being merciful? (Little does he know that Kirino is very much still alive)

If anyone is interested, please let me know, either by replying to this post or dming me! I haven’t written much more than the first chapter yet but the chapters are quite long, in the range of 4000-5000 words per chapter. Chapter 1 is fully written already. I write pretty quickly too, so expect new chapters every week/two weeks.

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