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#feeling a bit angry with myself about my writing habits#I pour so much into fic bc I feel almost possessed by it like I can only exorcize them through writing it down#which is good! donât get me wrong Iâm glad Iâm able to do it regardless of whether I post it or it does âwellâ#it also affirms that I genuinely enjoy the writing process#but I wish I was able to do the same with the myriad ideas I have for original work#I have so many notes and outlines that I easily get overwhelmed in the details#and so many of my ideas are years and years old but they never seem good enough to begin writing in earnest#and even when I try to anyway something always comes up like a plot wall or some such#as I get older I begin to wonder if Iâll ever write anything original let alone publish it and idk itâs just been really bothering me lately#but especially today#/end rant
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AUTHOR OF THE WEEK: @clairegregoryau đ
Everytime the topic of fandom kindness and community comes up, of helping each other out and fostering a quiet corner where people can be themselves, most people in our little fandom think of Claire. She's written over a million words of OFMD fic and read even more, and you can always see so so many recs over on her twitter. Incredible good vibes, and an author who truly lives to lift other authors up. She also does SO SO much for fic authors over on the OFMD Fic Club server <3 And she was incredibly kind and shared her entire writing process with me:
What's your writing process like? Do you start with the beginning or the end? Do you write in order or as the scenes come to you?
Iâm a huge advance planner, which is a process that has developed for me over more than 25 years of writing original fiction. Iâll get whacked with a story idea, then Iâll sit down and set out the central kernel of that idea, and where it needs to start, where it needs to end, and what the turning points need to be to get there.
A lot of the time I use a three-act structure, largely because Jenkins has talked about OFMD using that structure (one example here). So that makes it easy for me to hold to the canon beats when Iâm writing AU stories, or to mirror them in canon-era stories, which is also something I try to do most of the time. With long experience (and now 1.7 million words of OFMD fic written (!)), I find this part of the process really easy. Iâll usually do that plotting by hand-writing out my notes, because it really fires up a different part of your brain.
Because I am such an advance planner, I do tend to write in a completely linear way from start to finish (I also pretty commonly post my long-fics as I write- each chapter goes up as soon as itâs finished and has a final editing pass). Punching through it in a linear way, knowing the ending that Iâm working towards and being enthusiastic to get there, really keeps me motivated.
I do all of my writing in 30-minute sprints at the OFMD Fic Club Discord, where weâve built a lovely and LOUDLY enthusiastic writing community that anyone is welcome to hop into 24/7. For those who find the constant chat a bit overwhelming, we also have a Quiet Focus Sprints channel. Again via long practice, Iâm a very fast writer, but thatâs accelerated a lot more over the last couple of years, paradoxically because I couldnât write the way I used to anymore.
I was diagnosed with an autoimmune disease that includes some fun brain impacts at times, and itâs really hit my working memory especially. I used to be able to hold all the strands of a complicated story together in my head as I wrote, but now I canât do that as easily. So thatâs why the outline is important for me, so I never lose track of the idea- Iâll also do a quick outline at the start of each chapter Iâm writing that notes what needs to happen, and then Iâll write in what I call layers, getting down whatever I can first, and then doing sweeps back through it to add internals, narrative detail, sensory details and so on. I make a LOT of notes and square brackets as I go to remind myself of things to look at later.
I also use a plot matrix [Twitter thread, Example Matrix] that you may have seen floating around- I mostly use it to keep track of plot details that have already happened within a story, so that I can check it out at a glance, but I will sometimes plan certain elements in advance (as in the case of Tree Change, which covered 87 of the 93 Kinktober prompts last year across 12 carefully planned chapters). Thereâs always space when Iâm writing for the characters to surprise me within that plot framework- as a final plotting thing, once Iâm at the halfway mark Iâll often plot backwards from the planned end to make sure that Iâm on course, and to see what I need to adjust.
Favourite trope or headcanon you like to explore while writing?
I really like to dig into the friends-to-lovers trope that sits at the heart of the show. The Ed and Stede relationship reminds me immensely of my own- like Rhys and Taika as friends, weâve been yes-anding each other for over 25 years (all of my least hinged fic ideas come from bouncing thoughts back and forth with my husband), and itâs been a steady mix of constant silliness, curiosity, and care. Weâre best friends first and thatâs one of my favourite things about Ed and Stede, that they are, too.
What I really love about it is the vulnerability of these two people whoâve been hurt so much by others in the past, whoâve never been fully appreciated for all the things that they are, and in each other they find the one absolutely perfect person who just gets them, and it makes all the difference. Itâs always fun to play with that and variations on it in fics, and itâs usually the beating heart of my stories.
Whose voice is easier to write - Ed or Stede? Why?
I want to say that I find them both equally easy depending on the story. Ed as a character speaks very much the way I think- he has that ADHD buzz, the high swear level, and a very AoNZ turn of phrase thatâs also very familiar to Australians (like me). Writing Ed is like turning the inside of my head out and it always flows easily.
But I have always said that I see myself in both characters in equal parts, so I find Stede pretty easy to write as well. I feel like I pretty solidly understand him as a person, with his history of rejection and his commitment to trying anyway, and trying to be kind, and letting himself be fascinated by things, from piracy to books to moths to Ed (that oneâs not hard).
Your personal favourite thing you've written that you'd like more people to read
This is a near-impossible question with 69 OFMD fics up on AO3 đ
I really do love them all, and I have a lot of smaller one-shots that havenât been read as much, but overall Iâm incredibly lucky with readership and so so grateful for everyone who enjoys my work.
But my recent Reverse Bang fic The Broken Lines is hugely important to me and I think itâs probably one of the best things Iâve ever written anywhere. Itâs set in the aftermath of the First World War (my professional zone of expertise), and features a Stede whoâs lost his voice, his memory, and as far as he knows, his Ed. He gradually remembers what happened with the help of the crew and another Ed, who appears in his mirror from 1719, searching for his own Stede. It was a beautiful collaboration with artist Gerlinde to begin with, but I also got to work with one of my longest-term writing friends Jill @followedmystar as my beta, and then with Boy, who made a truly transcendent podfic that I canât yell about enough.
What is the one word that you think you use a lot?
I think the word I have to zap more than any other is âactuallyâ, and there are still a million of them in there when Iâm done. The main reason is that to stick close to canon voice, I try to incorporate a lot of the less iconic/ more ordinary turns of phrase that the characters use a lot in their speech (Iâve watched every episode of the show⌠way too many times), and both Ed and Stede actually use âactuallyâ a surprising amount. I just use it an even more surprising amount đ
(This just sent me on a QUEST to find a specific number because I am that kind of nerd- Stede says it 15 times in S1 and 12 in S2, and Ed says it 8 times in each, for totals of 27 and 16, many of them in distinctive moments; it just gives that little buzz of recognition for me. I started out screenwriting before I moved to prose, so my writing tends to lean pretty strongly on having a recognisable, almost audible voice to the dialogue, as well as a cinematic visual style for the big adventures especially).
Do you have a beta reader? Have they made you a better writer?
I quite deliberately donât use a beta reader for most of my OFMD fics, because being in this space is an exercise in recovering from lifelong paralysing perfectionism around writing especially. Iâve spent so many years not finishing original work because it never feels like it passes the invisible bar for perfection that exists in my own head. So when I started writing OFMD fic, I set out to accept good enough as good enough, and to get back to enjoying writing as fully as I can.
Obviously this means that my work could be better, but Iâm actively working on letting that thought go and loving everything Iâve made just as it is. When I have worked with beta readers on projects that require them, like the Reverse Bang, itâs been with friends who I trust and adore, who I know will listen to what I need (cheerleading, mostly), and will do their best to work with me on improving the story without letting me spiral into hating it all because it wakes the perfectionist beast back up.
That doesnât mean Iâm without regular support, or that Iâm not trying to improve my writing! I read an absolutely insane amount of fic, and Iâm always in awe of the talent we have on this ship, and always learning from what other people do well. In lieu of beta readers, we share snippets of work all the time in our sprints team, so I get feedback there; I also get it from readers in progress, who often give me a sense of whatâs hitting the way I hoped and what needs a bit of tweaking. I also have lovely group chats and individual friends like Kerry @communionnimrod and Lis @ghostalservice and Jill who I can run to if I need an opinion on whether an idea feels right or not, which I will often ask.
Iâm very very careful with my writing, but in a couple of rare instances readers have also DMd me to note spots where Iâve inadvertently included something that doesnât reach the sensitivity standard Iâm aiming for. Iâm always grateful for that gentleness and bravery in reaching out and Iâm always happy to change something or to add tags or notes as needed.
Why OFMD đĽš
I watched the whole show in one hit a week after the final episode aired, and I loved it immediately, but I thought I was going to be normal about it. The unravelling into complete, unrelenting obsession happened gradually as I rewatched it with my husband and teen, then again, and again, then started to read fics and hunt up art, then started joining fan spaces, and then dived into writing my first fic in two and a half decades (all original writing between The X-Files and here), thinking it would also be my last.
Iâm still here, still writing constantly, and a major portion of it is the show and how distinctly it reflected all the many parts of me, some of which Iâd never seen so clearly before. I had a tough childhood in a few different family respects. I didnât understand that I was neurodivergent until I turned 40 and my own kids were heading for diagnosis, and Iâd been rejected constantly throughout my life for being too much. I was a high achiever who was in the process of crumpling under pressure right when I watched it, and while Iâd been figuring out my sense of my own queerness for a few years, Iâd never had a community that helped me feel at home with that.
And in the end itâs the community thatâs been the reason Iâve been fully sucked into fandom for the first time since my teens- the writing in this space is top-tier wonderful, and the community is such a found family, just like the Revenge. Being able to write and have people actually want to read that writing, being able to cheer others on and hype their work, being able to help set up the OFMD Fic Club Discord and make it a safe spaceship for so many people, has been incredibly fulfilling and lovely.Â
Please head over to @ofmdlovelyletters (who also made the header) and send your love to all your favourite authors (and authors of the week đ watch that blog for some special letters coming your way)
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Tangibility is a heck of a thing. Holding the proof copy of the paperback edition of Unsecret Identity: Eric Icarus - Book One stirred surreal reactions. Despite the ebook/Kindle edition having been released in the fall of last year, unboxing the printed copies of the book made it feel real. That being said, itâs not like the digital version didnât find any readers - Iâm appreciative of anyone and everyone who downloaded the novel or read pages via Kindle Unlimited. To tell the truth, I am a mix of being floored and thrilled by the fact that there are humans who gave my story a shot. Now that the book has finally entered the physical realm, this YA sci-fi superhero adventure has been given new life. But just because there will be a material item available for purchase, will anyone else pick it up?
At the time of this writing, the review process of the proof copy is only beginning, with the final edition intended to be released in August. The secret origins of this story, though, was initially conceived when I was a young child. Like many other writers, this passion project sparked within me and floated around in my brain for several years. From a childhood fantasy, through on-and-off-again revisits in my teenaged imagination, and into adulthood ambition, this book was going to be materialized one way or another. All those concepts and early incarnations of the characters swirled in my mental periphery for decades, but in 2018, the first set of preliminary notes started.
Outlines, ideas, sketches, and various details took up numerous pages in different document files until one day I made the decision to actually create content. Working on a fiction novel can easily consume every waking moment of your life, and as any author could tell you, there simply arenât enough hours in the day to commit to writing. Itâs a lengthy process, and it can also be a lonely journey at times. Typing across different devices, copious copies saved, and round after round of editing resulted in going live with the online version of the manuscript. Seeing the fully realized cover art and text uploaded as an ebook was a rewarding experience. In a perfect world, a print and audiobook edition wouldâve launched at the same time, but at that point, I was happy just to have released a product. Print plans didnât stop, however, and it would be nearly a year before I would be prepared to order my first proof copy.
The sensations from flipping through the pages of my book were almost overwhelming. While awaiting the delivery of the âtestâ copies, I tempered my expectations, accepting that this print would undoubtedly be imperfect. Yes, the proof has errors, but all are easy fixes. Even so, I allowed myself to feel the swelling pride of a years of hard work paying off. I never expected to make a lot of money from self-publishing books, and like I stated previously, the proofreading process isnât complete. Above it all, that tangible object has brought immense satisfaction. Part of me wanted to not make too big of a deal of the whole thing. Itâs just one book, hopefully the first of many, and there is still a lot of work left to be done. Itâs maybe even a little embarrassing to get too excited over my little novel. Iâm glad to say that while I acknowledge that there are more challenges up ahead and Iâm nowhere near finished, getting the first printed copy of my first book is too cool. Tangibility is indeed a heck of a thing.
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How to draw Elise
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When starting with any human, I always begin with a basic outline of the figure. Since I draw Elise with Anime proportions versus realistic ones like her original version, I can bend the realism a bit more to get that effect I want.
Just a note, I can mostly eye things at this point due to just drawing so much for so long and having done many studies of realistic and anime figures, that this sort of thing I can whip up thanks to having a trained eye for it. I recommend reading up figure drawing books and tutorials for learning from real life first before studying into anything stylized like Anime. Learn the rules before breaking them!
Satisfied with the base figure proportions, I start roughing out the clothing and facial features. Normally I'd do the hair with the face but for the sake of this tutorial, I felt it's easier to see the face without adding it. The base outline helped me know how to fold the clothing around her so it looks believable as to how it drapes on her body. Note that I'm forgoing any details as this is just about charting out how it's functionally going to look before I define things too much.
The face is a tougher subject to explain since it's all based on my collected knowledge gained from studying the human figure. I tried to condense it in this little diagram but I strongly recommend doing studies of your own to improve your internal visual library on how faces work. Broadly speaking, this is about how it's broken down from realism to Anime-ish proportions. (I hope this spaghetti makes sense haha)
Since I'm pretty satisfied with her face, I'll roughly outline the hair and get that sorted out. Elise is a very dainty character with wispy features so her hair should be close to the head versus having too much volume. It ties well with her overall theme of "feathers" and lightness, like someone who is easily guided around by the wind (aka Sonic).
Thematic things like this are informative because for me the artist, I want to capture that quality of her since it's strongly indicative of how she's presented. Too many harsh, dark lines or clunky details could easily make her appear too heavy which takes away the "airy" aspect she emits, if that makes sense.
With everything now charted out, I can THEN start refining the edges of things with heavier lines where it'll help for eventually rendering this if I choose to do so. For a sketch though, I think this is enough. I changed her left hand to suit the angle her arm was at and to feel daintier/more comfortable.
Her feet and hands are larger than a regular person's simply because that's the Sonic way :^)
I also keep in mind that Elise is a teenager. I'm not a huge fan of how elongated and tall she looks in Sonic 06 because it makes her feel too adult for her age (This is mostly due to how small her head is compared to her body). I gave her more youthful features like a bigger head, slightly shorter figure and large anime eyes to hint that she's quite young without being AS young like Maria.
I'm at a point where I can do most of these things without breaking it down into such specific steps but for a beginner, it helps to try doing things in this way to help you learn how everything is built on top of basic shapes without getting overwhelmed with details and busy work. Build it up a step at a time. Over time you get a feel for how you're doing it!
#Sonic 06#Princess Elise#fanart#tutorial#onlyart#sketch#Sonic the Hedgehog#art help#ask#anon#people#girl#ask and you shall recieve#this was fun!
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My approach to law school // January 3, 2021â¨This is an overview of my approach to law school and general advice. **There isnât one way to be a successful law student**â¨
1. MENTAL / PHYSICAL HEALTH - your health is THE most important factor in your law school success. Unfortunately, law school tends to normalize constant stress and exhaustion. Prioritize your health over your studies and you will be a much more functional student. â¨
Do things that make you happy: read a book for fun or go on a long run/walk/bike ride with a friend. Do things that have nothing to do with law school!â¨
Therapy: it isnât accessible for everyone, but if you can, do it. â¨Take sick days: rest and nourish your body when you are sick. You will recover faster and be a better student because of it. The same goes for mental health days.â¨
Practice community-care: check-in with your friends and support your classmates. Ask your friends and family about their lives and donât dominate conversation with law school stories. â¨
Drink plenty of water and eat well. â¨
2. ORGANIZEâ¨
Plan ahead: every Sunday I look over my schedule for the upcoming week and write my to-do lists for homework, law review, and my internship. â¨
Tab, label, and index: I tab my Bluebook, casebooks, and notebook to find sections more easily. In my notes I include an outline/index of key concepts and cases with page numbers. (I will share a photo of an index in the future)â¨
Keep your workspace organized: I clear my desk of all notebooks and casebooks except for the ones that I need for an assignment. This keeps me focused on one task at a time. At the end of each day I clean my desk so that itâs nice and neat for the next day. â¨
3. SCHEDULEâ¨
Treat law school like a full-time job: I have free time on the weekends and sometimes during the week because I stick to my work schedule. On weekdays I get up at 6:45 am and workout until 7:45 am. Then I eat breakfast. I begin studying/homework/class at about 8:30 am every day and work until about 6 pm. I give myself 45 minutes for lunch sometime between noon and 1:30 pm, but then I get straight to work again. Most days, I spend another 1-3 hours in the evening doing homework, but I always take time to eat dinner and hang out with my roommate for a couple hours first. â¨
Find a calendar/planner system that works for you: I use my planner for assignments and use my Outlook calendar to keep track of class time, homework time, and internship time. â¨
Schedule âfunâ time to do things other than law school and put it in your calendar. â¨
4. STUDYING / HOMEWORK â¨
Pomodoro method: timing study session in segments of 30-45 minutes is extremely helpful because it keeps me on track with my schedule and forces me to take breaks to stretch, drink water, and use the bathroom. â¨
Note-taking: depending on the class, I handwrite 50-100% of my notes and type the rest in OneNote. I find that handwriting helps me absorb information better than typing, although typing does have its advantages (itâs so much faster). I read through an assignment/case and highlight it, then I go back through and take notes. (I will post a photo of my notes in the near future)â¨
Highlighting: itâs no secret that law students dominate the highlighter market, and for good reason. I highlight reading assignments and my notes. I also use different colors to signal different things, such as statute law versus case law. â¨
Case briefs: some cases are so confusing that the holding is nowhere to be found and the entire thing seems to be in a different language. Do the best you can to write your own case brief before looking online for one. Thereâs no shame in using Quimbee every once in a while - in fact, it is a great source for reviewing - but you still need to do the work. â¨
Find a conducive study space: I spent a lot of time in the law library studying with friends because it is quiet and full of good study energy. Now that Iâm working from home, I try to recreate that atmosphere. I even play âlibrary ambianceâ sounds on Youtube while I do homework. Make sure you are comfortable and that your space isnât full of distractions.Â
â¨5. NETWORKâ¨
Make friends: as an introvert, I loathe socializing in large crowds for long periods of time and find networking difficult. However, I forced myself to network and socialize a lot during law school orientation and made so many incredible friends! I appreciate them all and I donât know how I would survive law school without them. â¨
Internships: I recommend talking to 2Ls and 3Ls about their internship experiences. Itâs great to talk to career advisors too, but you are more likely to get the most candid details and advice from fellow students. When I was a 1L I befriended a 2L who was interning at a restorative justice legal clinic. She gave me great advice and a great recommendation to her boss. Long story short, I now intern at the same restorative justice clinic and love it. â¨
Office hours: talking to professors one-on-one is terrifying at first, but in my experience, professors LOVE when students come to office hours. Talking to professors in office hours can make it less intimidating to raise your hand in their classes or when you are cold-called (the horror!). â¨
6. EXAMSâ¨
Outlining: write your own outline. Using another personâs outline as a reference is fine, but write your own! All of my best grades were in classes where I created at least 80% of my outline on my own.Â
â¨Go over your outline several times and cut out things you donât need or wonât be tested on. A long outline isnât necessarily the best outline. â¨
Practice exams: do at LEAST two practice exams for each class using your outline so you get used to using it as a reference. Time at least one of these practice exams so you get used to the pace. â¨
7. REMEMBER WHY YOU ARE HEREâ¨
On the first day of my internship, my boss said, âthe first thing you lose in law school is the reason why you are there.â Law school is overwhelming, stressful, and at times, soul-crushing. It is easy to forget why you decided to go to law school and you are likely to second-guess every life choice you have ever made at some point or another (I do ALL the time). Therefore, itâs important to remember why you are here. If you want to go into social justice, look into social justice law courses you can take. If you want to represent athletes, look at sports law and contract law classes. Bottom line: step back and recenter yourself to remember why law school is worth the hard work.
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[saiki kusuo x reader]
authorâs note: i tried to incorporate as many characters into this as possible to make it feel like an actual episode and i got overwhelmed so fast lol i havenât written this many characters in a story in a long time. in any case hope i did them justice and that you enjoy :â)
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Todayâs morning is bright, and Saikiâs walk is quiet. Typically this would be no cause for concern. A quiet walk to school is few and far between, difficult to come by given the company he keeps. (Heâd much prefer a calmer bunch, if he were granted the chance to choose, but that is neither here nor there.) Donât misunderstand: heâd bask in this brief peace, guaranteed to be broken the moment he passes through the gates of PK Academy, if the reason for this uncharacteristic period of silence comes about because of the absence of one particular personâsomeone who, if one could hardly believe it, Saiki actually prefers to have around more often than not.
He walks past the street which leads to your home, his pace never slowing because he expects youâll join him, as you do every morning. Youâll wait for him on the corner and smile widely like you havenât seen him in weeks then skip towards him, falling in step easily. Heâll remain nonplussed as you hug his arm, give it a brief squeeze as you greet himâGood morning, Kusuo!âand then promptly let go because you understand he likes his space but you just canât help but indulge a little bit.
However, none of the aforementioned events play out this Friday. Youâre not on the street corner, not there to smile and fall in step with him. Thereâs no arm hugging or a bubbly greeting Saiki pretends he isnât affected by. But the truth is that he is, the routine coming somewhat as a comfort, even at the price of sacrificing some of his beloved personal space. So when youâre nowhere to be found his brows furrow and he wonders where you are.
His steps slow until he comes to a complete stop. He wants to check up on you, sooner rather than later. There isnât much time to delay if he wants to make it to school before the first bell, but this wonât take long. He crosses his eyes, activating his clairvoyance, and he centers in on you immediately. Youâre still at home. Youâre at home, and youâre sick.
A box of tissues rests on your nightstand and youâve pulled your small trash can right next to it from where it usually stands by your door. You toss used tissues into it before nestling beneath your blankets, pulling it up to just below your chin and hugging it close in order to retain heat. Your breath evens out quickly and he can tell youâre asleep. Your body must be exhausted dealing with your cold, and heâs confident this is the way you will be the rest of the dayâdrifting in and out of sleep, dealing with the sniffles and congestion.
He blinks and loses sight of you and now heâs staring once more down the road. Readjusting his bag on his shoulder with a sigh, he resumes walking and thinks about his plans for the day. As it was the last day of the school week, heâd planned to go to Cafe Mami for coffee jelly to celebrate. But now that heâs learned youâre sick in bed, heâd have to make adjustments. Momentarily he debates if thatâs really necessary. You probably wouldnât want visitors in the state youâre in, and knowing you, youâd tell him to go to the cafe without you to enjoy himself anyway. The thought is tempting, truly, yet he canât shake the urge to check on you.
It feels less like an obligation and more like a simple desire of his own to make sure youâre okay. Saiki shakes his head, more amused than frustrated. Thereâs no one else for whom he would so willingly do this, or much else, for, and he doesnât think heâd ever tell you because youâll tease him the way you are wont to do whenever his facade cracks and heâll let you have your fun because when you ask if youâre really so different as to make him act this way, the answer is, well, yes. You are.
He imagines this scenario and the corner of his lips lifts in a small smile. Good grief. You could be quite the handful.
âHey, Saiki!â
Nendoâs voice is entirely too loud for the morning and Saiki heaves another sigh, one that sounds as though it belongs at the end of the day and not the beginning. Nendo is joined close behind by Kaidou and Kuboyasu, and they easily fill the silence with discussions about going to get ramen after class and the latest movements of the Dark Reunion. Saiki really only picks up words here and there that allude to the topic of conversation but it doesnât require his full attention. Itâs the same song and dance every morning.
The commotion once he arrives at school is much the same. During lectures he is afforded the temporary reprieve from having his ears talked off, since the only one speaking is the teacher, but at breaks, the noise resumes, and though he always stays sitting at his desk, in hopes the others will get the hint that heâs uninterested in chatting, they inevitably crowd themselves around it, until he is right in the middle.
Hairo has outlined a new workout regimen and in his louder than normal volume of speaking he shares it. Heâs going to start it today, and if anyone wants to join, theyâre more than welcome. It doesnât look like anyone wants to take the offer, which is expected. Hairoâs exercise routines were⌠a little extreme.
In any case, Hairo is nonplussed by the lack of enthusiasm from everyone else and remarks he canât wait for the end of the school day.
âI think Iâve been losing muscle tone,â he laments, and he complements this statement with a casual flex of his arm, more so to point out the specific areas he thinks are getting soft rather than to show off, but even if he isnât trying, his biceps are bulging and if his sleeves hadnât been rolled up, they would have torn.
Saikiâs brow raises. Yeah⌠I donât think thatâs an issue for you, Hairo.
âIâve just finished installing an indoor gym at my home, you know.â
Everyone turns to find Saiko has entered into the circle, a smug smirk on his face. When had he gotten here? Really itâs only Hairo who has any sort of reaction to this, eyes practically sparkling imagining the machines and equipment (or maybe thatâs just the glare from the fluorescent classroom lights). All the same, Saiko relishes the attention, boasting of the privacy and space and how really, itâs so much easier to be productive if thereâs no one else there but Saiki can only wonder if Saiko even works out at all. He doesnât remember that being mentioned, and Saiki is nothing if not detail oriented.
Saiki doesnât have long to ponder over this (not that it wouldâve continued much longer because he doesnât actually care about whether Saiko exercises or just set up a gym in his house to brag) before Nendo asks where you are.
Had he just noticed? You always join them on their walk in the morning. But Saiki canât say heâs surprised it took this long. What he is surprised about is that Nendo had noticed in the first place.
âOh thatâs right,â Kuboyasu adds. âI thought she just went ahead of us today.â
Yumehara informs them of your whereabouts before Saiki does. âShe texted me this morning she wasnât feeling well so she stayed home.â Her phone dings with a new message and she glances at it, then looks back up. âBut she says sheâs a little more awake now!â
âItâs the Dark Reunion.â Kaidouâs sudden interjection draws everyoneâs attention. He clenches his right fist, staring at the bandages wrapped around it. âTheyâre trying to get to me by going after my friends!â
Saiki remains expressionless but if he didnât have such good control he wouldâve rolled his eyes. Or maybe she just has a cold.
Upon Kaidouâs claim that a secret society is responsible for your illness, Saiki picks up Yumeharaâs thoughts: I wish I was the one Kaidou was so worried about! Maybe if I got sick heâd worry about me too! Getting sick to grab Kaidouâs attention? Thatâs⌠going overboard, but Saiki canât find it in him to be shocked, considering from whose mind this speculation has sprung.
âPoor [Name],â Teruhashi says, kind as always. She sets an index finger on her chin, gaze momentarily aimed upwards as she thinks. âI was about to suggest we all go to the cafe after school today and I wish she could join.â
This gives Saiki pause. Wait. The cafe?
âThat sounds like a great idea!â Yumehara declares. Again Saiki hears her thoughts: If we go, I need to do my best sit next to Kaidou!
Whether a visit to Cafe Mami comes across as a good idea because itâs a fun way to celebrate the end of the school week or simply because Teruhashi suggested it, Saiki doesnât know, but one by one the murmurs of assent resound through the group and he barely contains a relieved huff. Heâd already changed his own plans from visiting the cafe to seeing you instead, and itâs a good thing too since itâs apparent his alone time wouldâve been ruined. Now he has an excuse not to stick around.
Once the final bell rings, they begin their walk into town towards the cafe. The sidewalk feels crowded with all of them on it, and they have to split into pairs to keep the opposite side of the sidewalk free for people going the other way. Among comments from everyone else about how hungry they are, Saiki makes known his intention to just pick up food before leaving. Thereâs somewhere he needs to be.
âYouâre going to go make sure [Name] is doing okay!â Teruhashi exclaims. Itâs a statement, not a question. âThatâs sweet of you.â
Saiki shrugs. âSweetâ is not the first word he would associate with his actions. It just seems like common sense to check on you. Youâd looked miserable this morning, but he takes your message to Yumehara earlier as a good sign that youâre improving, slowly and surely. Still, heâd be more comfortable seeing you himself. He hadnât gotten any other chances today to use his clairvoyance, but at least it wouldnât be long now until heâd be heading to your house.
Chisato is working today and she seats everyone. Saiki goes directly to the counter to place his orderâcoffee jelly for him and strawberry mochi for youâand he stands off to the side while waiting for the treats to be packed. The others are sitting on the far side of the cafe (in his peripherals he sees Yumehara has taken a seat right next to Kaidou) but he can hear them clear as day discussing what food they should order. Yes, heâs certainly glad he wonât be sticking around. Spending Friday in the midst of that noise is far from ideal.
Holding the bag of coffee jelly and mochi in one hand, Saiki uses the other to push open the door, the bell jingling gently, and someone, Nendo it sounds like, raises their voice to shout across the room: Seeya later, Saiki! Then the door closes behind him, and all he can hear is the footsteps of other pedestrians and the low whoosh of cars.
He exhales slowly. Peace at last. He proceeds in the direction of your home, and when he thinks to himself that any longer and his ears mightâve begun to bleed, heâs only half joking.
In the neighborhood itâs much quieter, the only person he passes being someone walking their dog, and only a couple of cars drive past. He knocks on the door and he assumes youâre in your room and so it will take some time for you to open it, but youâre there faster than he expects. You open it just wide enough to stand in the gap, and immediately he notices the fatigue in your eyes. When you realize itâs him, they light up, and the fatigue fails to take away from the brightness of your smile as you open the door wider.
âKusuo!â
Inside, he sees youâve moved downstairs to the living room. Thatâs why youâd answered the door so quickly. Thereâs a pile of blankets on the couch and a tissue box on the coffee table. The television is on and playing an animation. He doesnât recognize it, but it must be one of the new ones you mentioned wanting to watch. However, youâre not interested in it now that he's here and you grab the remote to turn down the volume.
âI thought you were going to the cafe today,â you state, head tilting.
Saiki shakes his head. Change of plans. Instead I brought the cafe to us. He holds up the bag of food and doesnât have to tell you whatâs in it. You squeal in delight that heâs come bearing treats, but the sound is a little raspy and awkward due to your sore throat. Itâs still easier on Saikiâs ears than the earlier commotion heâd been surrounded with and, if heâs honest, itâs cute.
You plop down on the couch and wait as he joins you. He unties the bag and opens the box, first taking out the packaged pink mochi and handing it to you. Then he grabs his coffee jelly and the plastic spoon it came with before settling back against the cushions.
You sit cross-legged facing him and bite into your soft and squishy treat, humming delightedly. âThanks, Kusuo.â Â
Saiki chews a mouthful of coffee jelly and glances at you.
You grin and hold up the mochi. âFor the snack and for coming to see me.â
He shrugs because itâs no big deal. Or, well, he tries to play it off like itâs no big deal. But you know him better than that, better than most others do, and donât brush it off so quickly. You breathe out dramatically and set a hand on your chest.
âWhat must I have done for Kusuo Saiki to give up his quiet time for me?â Then you giggle, and  itâs punctuated at the end by a sniffle.
He tells you there wouldâve been no quiet time at the cafe since the others had also decided to go, and that youâre much better company. Even when Iâm sneezy? you ask him, and he chuckles. Yes, even when youâre sneezy.
His remark about coming to see you because heâd prefer to be here and not at the cafe with the rest of your friends is merely part of the truth. The rest of it is that he did genuinely want to check on you to make sure you were okay. Though to give this a voice felt like too much for someone typically so reserved in his feelings, but you understand perfectly fine as you smile softly. Youâre appreciative of his actions, and it would seem Teruhashi had been right about them, for you murmur that he reminds you of the mochi youâre eating: Youâre so sweet!
Grabbing your mug from the coffee table, you frown when you see itâs empty. âI ran out of tea.â
Saiki sets the spoon and now empty container back in the box then holds his hand out. You blink, momentarily confused, but when it registers what heâs doing, you give him the mug. As he stands to make his way into the kitchen, you call after him.
âThank you!â Â
Having been to your house a number of times already, he knows where everything is and starts brewing a fresh cup of tea. Youâve turned the volume up on the television again, but you have to rewind to return of the spot you were at before heâd arrived. Once he comes back with a filled mug, instead of allowing it to continue to play, you pause your show.
Youâd snuggled beneath the blankets and have to finagle your arms out of the multiple layers to take the mug from him. You say thanks again and blow gently at the tendrils of steam floating from it. The ceramic is warm in the palms of your hands and you sigh contentedly.
âSorry Iâm a little high maintenance today,â you apologize suddenly. âIâd make the tea myself but I just have such little energyâŚâ
Saiki wishes you wouldnât apologize because thereâs nothing to be sorry for. So he tells you as much. Donât apologize. Besides, heâd offered to make that tea, and if you wanted soup, heâd offer to make that too. He does understand where you come from, however. You tend to be more independent, opting to do things yourself, and you also know his propensity for being alone and needing space. As such, youâre careful not to be overbearing, and the idea of Saiki doing even little tasks like brewing you tea bothers you.
Itâs endearing, the level of care you take to make sure heâs comfortable too, but when he says youâre far from high maintenance, he means it. You immediately understand what heâs implying and laugh before scooting closer and leaning your head on his shoulder.
âOkay, point made,â you concede. With a small smile, Saiki grabs the remote youâd tossed down on the couch and presses play.
He would struggle to call you high maintenance on any day considering who your friends are. Â Theyâre loud and all over the place, practically bouncing off the walls. Life could hardly be tranquil when around them and their antics. Itâs the total opposite of Saiki, who values calm and silence. If they were high maintenance, he was low maintenance. Thatâs the way he prefers to be, existing in relative quiet and as close to mediocrity as he can muster. But he can't say heâs opposed to the occasional interruption to the otherwise mundane, especially where it concerns you. Youâre not to be found on one side or the other, but right in the middle, and to Saiki, you are just right.
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pairing: harry styles x reader (au)
warnings: smut, dom/sub, exhibitionism, degradation, spit play, choking, face fucking, spanking, ring kink (if thatâs even a thing ..?), orgasm denial, unprotected sex, subspace, aftercare, very fluffy and cheesy ending (like seriously so cheesy and cliche pls donât bully me i didnât know how to end it)
word count: 4.7k
synopsis: harry and y/n are a cam couple
authorâs note: i hope you enjoy! xx all the loveÂ
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It started by accident, really, with a simple, offhand comment one night.
Already two-and-a-half bottles of wine deep, Y/N was close to tears with one glance at their pitiful bank account, and Harry was trying his best to comfort her and assure her that everything would end up fine, but he had absolutely no way to promise her that. Their part-time jobs did very little to cover their monthly expenses, and their next loan payment for school was coming up; needless to say, they were feeling overwhelmed.
And what better to do than drink and complain about your problems when youâre feeling overwhelmed?
âMaybe I should go into porn,â she sighed, and he rubbed his hand under her shirt, trying to soothe her. They knew that they were taking a risk moving across the world for uni, with no backup plan and nothing to fall back on, but in the end, it will, hopefully, be worth it. In the end, they would have a brighter future, despite the mountain of debt, but the middle part, the part where they struggle and contemplate giving up, is so difficult to get past.
âIâIâd do it with you,â he hiccuped, resting his head against her shoulder.
âMaybe we should do our own videos,â she said, âI heard that people can make a lot of money doing that.â Not noticing that he had gone quiet, she continued, laughing and raving. âCould you imagine? Oh, what if we did one of you going down on me? Harry, babe,â she moans lightly, âthat would be hot.â
He smiled widely, eyes nearly rolling into the back of his head at the thought; he felt a rush of blood in his groin. They had talked about recording themselves and posting it online before, so the idea wasnât something they were unfamiliar with, but it normally only happened when they were tipsy, and they never talked about it in any detail like she was. Now, the thought of her recording him between her legs or vice versa, for them to enjoy over and over, made arousal burn in his belly. He could imagine how the camera would shake as she came on his tongue, her hips bucking wildly, hand pulling at his hair. He holds back a moan.
âThat would be so hot,â he said, âwe should totally do it.â He downs the rest of his wine and pulls out his laptop.
âNo,â she giggled, âno, noâŚâ
ââM doinâ it,â he said.
âDonât do it,â she argued weakly, making no actual move to stop him. While she seemed to be on the fence about the idea, she had a slight grin on her face, her heart nearly racing out of her chest.
âWe are so doing this,â he said, exploring the page. He gasps suddenly and taps on her leg, making her nearly spill the glass of wine. âY/N, Y/N, Y/Nââ
âWhat? What? What?â She mocked him. With mischievous smirk on his face, he faces her, a slight purple hue to his lips.
âWhat if we did cam?â
And the rest is history.
Now, they dedicate their Friday nights to do cam videos. It started off as something they did on special occasions, quick little teasers that lasted no longer than ten minutes, but they ended up getting a lot of money for it. It helped pay their school loans and get a head start on their savings, and it gradually turned into a regular occurance.
By the time they are ready to begin their live one evening, itâs nearing ten oâclock. Theyâre on their bed, pillows and comforter long gone, leaving nothing but faded floral sheets, stretched tautly beneath them. Y/N is nestled into his side while Harryâs on his knees and fiddles with the computer, brows pulled together and lips puckered slightly. Sheâs tired, her swollen eyelids closing every few seconds. He kisses her forehead, wrapping an arm around her. Their laptop, with the main webcam, is propped up on a stool right behind the footboard, and the secondary camera, a cheap handheld camcorder connected to the computer with flimsy wires, which is used for close up shots, is thrown off to the side. Harry leans back on his heels.
âReady?â He asks with a teasing smile. Even with such a small gesture, his grin is still infectious, with cute little dimples and laugh lines. She returns the smile. Itâs a redundant question at this point, whether or not sheâs ready, but Harry asks every time. It never felt like a chore; it was something they both enjoyed, and if they were to grow tired of it, they would stop. They were finally financially stable enough to be able to make the decision.
While initially they decided to start doing cam for the money, it became something that they both enjoyed doing. She always got this little rush of excitement in the seconds before they finally went live. This was the last moment of secrecy they would have for the next hour or so. To many, the thought of some strangers watching her and Harry at their most intimate would make them apprehensive, but she always got this exhilaration from it.
âAlways,â she says, stealing one last kiss from him.
Itâs a tradition of theirs to hit the âGo Liveâ button together, cheesy as it is, and tonight is no different. Their faces light up the screen, and they both grin, arousal building with each thrilling second. There is only a moment of calm before dozens of familiar usernames flood the screen.
âSee some new ones,â Harry comments under his breath. She rests her cheek against his shoulder, toying with the rings on his fingers. The introduction part is always the most awkward; there is no decorum or set way that they have to be done, and not feeling comfortable using their first names, she and Harry found it difficult to find their rhythm and interact with the viewers. It felt a bit unforthcoming for them to just dive in without saying anything.
âWhat are we feelinâ tonight, lovie? Soft and vanilla or rough and dirty?â Harry asks, like he normally does.
Comments fill the screen; a lot of them describe what they would do if they were there, but most of them have similar responses: rough and dirty.
The couple very rarely genuinely ask the viewers what they want to see because the most important thing, to them, is that they are enjoying it. Whatâs the point of doing it if they arenât enjoying themselves? Sure, they sometimes cater toward the audience (thatâs the easiest ways to make any money), but for the most part, they stick to what they both know the other would enjoy. Harry gives her a soft smile, leaning in a little closer. No matter what she wants, itâs all the same to him; as long as he is with her, he likes just about everything.
âRough and dirty,â she smirks, tongue curling over her teeth teasingly. âI want you to fucking wreck me.â She whispers that part, low enough for only Harry to hear. He hums appreciatively, leaning back.
Ding!
âBe careful what you wish for.â
He kisses her, rough and gnawing, their teeth knocking together with his tongue slipping through, gently prying her lips apart. He bites on her tongue, and she lets out a small whimper, trying to hold off a smirk. Even after all this time being together, since they were just teens, he still knows what makes her tick and ache and melt; he knows exactly where to kiss and bite and lick to make her fall apart. She tucks her arms beneath his own, draping tightly around his waist, her fingertips tracing along the plain of his back, and he shivers.
His hand wraps easily around her throat, another thing he found early on that she enjoyed. He can feel her breathing pick up. She tugs at his bottom lip, suckling at the skin. He digs his fingers deeper into her neck, pressing harshly onto her pulse point. Eyes rolling back, she moans, strained and muffled, breaking slightly, and wraps her hands around his wrist.
âOpen,â he beckons, and she does as best as she can, jaw still confined within his strong grasp. Her tongue dips out, ready and willing. âGood girl,â he says, loosening his grip on her throat. A breath of air slips past her swollen lips. Spit dribbles out from his puckered lips onto her greedy tongue. She closes her mouth quickly to keep it all in, his hand tightening around her neck once again. She sighs, head tipping back.
âYou know the rules, babylove. Donât swallow.â
âMhm,â she nods, voice muffled. Her fingers dip into his boxers, nails tracing over the inked skin. She can trace the outline of his tattoos from memory at this point, every curve, point, and shadow etched in her brain. She pinches the extra skin at his abdomen lightly, and he smiles, pressing a kiss to her swollen lips.
âWanâ my cock, huh?â He raises a brow. âShould I make you beg?
Ding! Ding!
âNo,â she mumbles, pouting slightly. âWanna make you feel good.â He hums appreciatively, tapping her cheek lightly.
âTaught you well, lovie,â he says. âDown.â He guides her onto her onto her elbows as he adjusts onto his knees, her hands moving back under the elastic band, the tips of her fingers teasing his skin. âLeâ me see,â he coaxes, fingers tugging on her chin. Sure enough, his spit is still in the divot of her tongue. âGood girl, you can swallow now.â
Ding!
Her fingers tease up his thighs and into his boxers, cupping his balls suddenly. He bites his lip, slapping her on the cheek. Itâs not enough to do anything more than a slight burn, but it leaves her tingly with her eyes fluttering closed.
âDonât be greedy, slut,â he spits, yanking her head back by her hair.
âIâm sorry,â she says, âJust want you so bad.â
She tugs his boxers down, but only enough for his hard cock to slip out. She normally starts off slow, teasing him until he can't take it anymore and pushes her all the way down, using her as he pleases. Thatâs not the case tonight. A part of her wants to take control, to suck him until heâs nearly falling apart, his knees weak. She takes nearly all of him in her mouth, and he gasps with surprise, his hands combing through her hair, guiding her. She gags on him, her bottom lip pressed tightly to his balls. He tugs her back.
âWatch the teeth,â he hisses. She gasps for air, lips lingering on the red, nearly purple, tip. His hips buck. He breathes out through gritted teeth, shaky and heavy.
âSorry, just wanna make you feel good,â she says, pressing a wet kiss to his hip. She runs her tongue over the divot of his hip bone.
âWant me to fuck your mouth, lovie?â He asks, his fingers tracing over her tender lips. She nods, and he can feel her trying to move, but he holds her back by the hair, grip tight. âBeg,â he says, brows cocked.
âPlease, H, want you to fuck my mouth, use me,â she moans, mouthing over the head of his cock. He holds himself steady, teasing her, just barely letting her feel but not allowing her to fully take him in her mouth. A pool of spit slides down her lips and into his hand, wetting the skin even more, before it falls onto the mattress. Her hands travel up the back of his thighs and onto his partially clothed bum, giving him a cheeky squeeze.
âMâkay, relax, babylove,â he says, brushing flyaways from her forehead, the skin already sticky with sweat. âHold still and look at me. You know the rules.â She looks up at him, wide eyes never breaking from his as he guides his cock down the length of her throat, squeezing and stroking. She barely winces as he thrusts his hips, shoving himself deeper with every move. Her tongue runs along the bottom ridge of his cock, tracing every vein.
Ding!
She squeezes the skin of his thighs, guiding him further down her throat. The filthy wet sounds make her clit throb and her arousal seep into the sheets. Thereâs absolutely nothing better than seeing him above her, lost in pleasure, his chest flushing red, nearly incoherent: all because of her. Thereâs also something incredibly intimate about it as well; he always insists on keeping eye contact until there are tears in her eyes. With one hand gripping her hair tightly while the other gently caresses her cheek, he guides himself into her warm mouth. He nibbles on his lip.
âTake it, baby,â he moans, stuffing his cock deeper in her mouth. He traces his fingers along her throat, feeling the muscles swell and contract beneath them. Saliva dribbles from her lips, down her chin and the length of his shaft. She chokes and gags, but she doesnât let up.
She barely reaches the base, her nose only just grazing the curls before heâs yanking her back, a string of saliva trailing from the head to her swollen lips, which breaks under the force of her gasps, and his cock twitches at the sight of her looking properly wrecked, eyes wide, blown with lust, her lips swollen and wet from spit and pre-cum, and chest heaving.
âBend over,â he says, tapping her cheek. âMade such a mess, baby,â he says after she moves up, running a hand over the wet patch that formed on the sheets. Like a good girl, she turns until sheâs facing the headboard, her glistening pussy on display to their hundreds of viewers. She shakes with anticipation.
Harry doesnât deter from his normal routine, not touching her until sheâs nearly in tears. She can feel the heat from his hand hovering over her skin, and she can feel hungry eyes on her; a small part of her wants to shrink away, but with Harry right beside her, it makes her feel like the strongest, sexiest woman in the world. Harry finally runs a finger along her slit after a few tense minutes and roughly presses into her clit. Her hips buck into his hand, and she presses a cheek into the mattress, moaning with relief.
âSuch a good little slut,â he hums. âSo wet for us, baby.â
Us.
When he says that, her pussy clenches and a rush of arousal threatens to slip down her trembling thighs; she sinks further into the mattress, sliding down until her chest is pressed tightly to the sheets, and her thighs spread even further until the joints of her hips ache with overexertion, but the pain is welcomed.
âKeep 'em on or off?â He asks.
âOn,â she answers, the feeling of his cool rings against her heated skin is comforting almost. Her stomach tingles when he slips two fingers inside her pussy, with his thumb massaging at the tender skin between her holes. He easily finds that spot inside her, the spot that makes
Her orgasm comes painfully soon, her clit throbbing and begging for attention as he fucks her so close to oblivion, his rings adding extra friction to her sensitive walls. The scent of her arousal is thick in the air as it slips down his hands, traveling either down to her belly or her thighs. Sheâs so close, close enough to taste it; she just needs one more push until her high completely swallows her, bathing her in a warmth that only heâs been able to give her, but she is, perhaps, a little too optimistic. With every helpless jut of her hips, the more frequent moans, and the tightening of her walls, Harry knows the signs of her impending orgasm, but he canât let her have it that easily.
A pained yelp slips past her lips when he suddenly pulls away and smacks her clit with wet fingers, the fervent climax drifting away until a dull ache, of yearning and lust, is all that remains. He spanks her sensitive pussy and lands two more on her bum. She groans, savoring the sting from his rings, cold yet burning.
âNot yet,â he says, running his hand along her prickled skin. He spanks her, harder than before, and she groans with pleasure. He wants to see the raised imprint of his hand on her smooth skin.
She can feel herself slipping. It starts off slow, a slight fog behind her eyes, and then it drifts and settles, spreading to her limbs. It feels like being high, swaddled in a soothing haze, and you can only feel yourself. The external earth doesnât exist, and in that moment, itâs just her and Harry. Her world muffles, the sporadic chimes coming from the laptop ceasing, and the mattress disappears from beneath her, leaving her floating and vulnerable, with nothing to hold her other than him.
Harry.
He has always been able to make her teeter on the edge of pain and pleasure, and with her senses are in overdrive yet dulled at the same time, she feel that edge slip away into the abyss, with each slap delivered to her ass, theyâre dulled just a little bit more. Like an addict, she yearns to feel the first one, the one that made her legs tremble, the one that sent tingles up her spine and a burning to her supple skin.
âMore,â she says, inching closer to him.
âMore?â She can hear the smile in his voice. She stretches her arms in front of her, back arching further than ever before. He lands another slap to her ass, lower and closer to her dripping pussy. He kisses the welts that raised over her skin from the rings, but she can barely feel them, nothing more than a welcomed prickle.
He spits on her pussy and slips three fingers inside this time, stretching her further than before, and with the extra friction from his rings, she tightens up almost instantly, the burning fire from before coming faster and stronger than before.
âFuck,â she moans, long and drawn out. His free hand spanks her again, and she hisses, her arms giving out. Pleasure rushes through her veins, threatening to envelop her, and she can feel herself give in once again, sinking into him and accepting anything he has to offer. âClose,â she whines, but he pulls away again, slapping her clit roughly. She cries out, wanting to shy away from him, but her body betrays her, and she backs into him, craving yet another stolen high.
âMove tâ the side, button,â he says, tapping her leg, and she does, turning until theyâre parallel to the webcam. He only teases the head of his cock through her folds for a moment before he slams into her with little warning, her warmth swallowing him easily. This is something he could never get tired of: the feeling of her hot, wet walls gripping him and of her arousal slipping down his thighs.
Ding! Ding!
His near brutal pace knocks the wind from her chest, making her drawn out cries of pleasure break and split. As he pounds into her, his hips smacking harshly against her raw skin, the remnants of her ruined climaxes leave her walls overly sensitive to every rough thrust, but she backs into him, meeting his hips, eager to finally come undone. He digs his nails into her tender skin, and she lets out a breath.
There has always been a fine line between pain and pleasure, and Harry knows exactly how to dangle her right at the very edge.
âTakinâ me so well,â he coos, but she canât even fathom his compliment in her addled mind, let alone respond. He wraps his hands around her throat and pulls her head next to his. He wants to feel her, the heat of her breaths, the salt on her skin, the tremors of her thighs, everything. Her body grinds back against him, whether consciously or unconsciously, he doesnât know. Her eyes are closed, features pinched, chasing her high.
Y/N can feel everything, every rush of blood flowing in her veins, every stroke of his cock inside her, every bead of sweat that drips from his skin and onto her back. She can feel everything, yet nothing at all; it all blurs together into a blanket of warmth and euphoria, and heâs at the center of it all: holding her and pleasing her and giving her everything she never knew she desired. She can barely speak, nothing more than a few broken whimpers filling the thick air, lost amongst his heaving breaths and the chimes from the laptop, which is at the back of their minds at this point.
She hooks her arm behind her, around his neck, her fingers carding through the sweat-drenched locks. She tugs on them painfully hard when he hits her weak spot, and he groans. Her heart is nearly racing out of her chest when yet another taunting orgasm tightens her stomach.
âNeed cummies,â she whines, her words slurring, head falling to the side. He nestles his nose into the crook of her neck, hips grinding his cock deeper inside her.
âNo cummies, yet, lovie,â he says. âWait fâ me.â He can feel her struggling to hold her orgasm back, the walls of her pussy fluttering, milking him; he groans, feeling more blood rush to his cock when she squeezes him even tighter. âRelax,â he coos, scratching his nails along her scalp. He slaps her clit, making her twitch and buck even more, and he spreads his fingers around the swollen skin of her pussy, teasing where theyâre connected. He lets go of her neck, and she nearly collapses without his support, leaning heavily on her elbows, back arched.
âPlease,â she whimpers, shaking her head, âCanât hold it.â
She slumps onto the mattress, her quivering knees slipping out from under her. Her hips buck, a long, drawn out moan slipping out as toe-curling orgasm washes over her, bathing her in warmth and relief and pure bliss. He comes soon after, hands gripping her hips tightly. Her shallow breaths are barely audible in the thick air, amongst a cacophony of chimes from the cam and his own heavy breathing. He rubs along her back, pressing sporadic kisses to her spine, following the ridges up to her neck.
âBabylove?â
She doesnât answer, only a weak whimper and a sigh leaving her as she shifts beneath him, causing his softening cock to slip out, their releases pooling beneath them. He quickly closes the laptop to keep some semblance of privacy, and he tries to ease her onto her back, but sheâs unresponsive, head nestled deep into the bed, but her breathing becomes more stable, muscles lax.
âY/N?â She hums and turns onto her back. He cups her cheeks, trying to look into her eyes. Theyâre half-lidded, and she canât seem to focus on much of anything. âCan you get up fâme? Need tâ get ya cleaned up.â
She finally looks at him, her pupils dilated, like sheâs faded, lost in an empty mind. She blinks and looks down at his hands on her arms. Her brows furrow, and the tremors return, starting in her hands and spreading to her legs. Theyâre not pleasant, like before when she felt like she was floating; these ones make her blood run cold. Her high lessens, her head still foggy, but the feeling returns in her limbs, leaving her skin burning and bruised. When she meets his gaze again, thereâs a sinking feeling in her stomach, shame and dread.
In her current state of mind, she mistakes the concern in his eyes for anger, and tears fill her eyes. She disappointed him; she was being greedy and dirty and bad. She covers her face with her arms to hide the tears that slip out, knees tucking to her chest.
ââM sorry,â she cries suddenly. His heart stops for a second. What on earth could he have done to make her want to apologize? He tugs her arms away from her face.
âFor whaâ?â
âYou said no cummies, and I couldnât hold itââ Her face crumbles. âI was being a bad, bad girl.â She mutters to herself, biting her lip, which quivers pitifully. âPlease, please, donât be mad,â she begs, hands clinging to him. Before, she felt absolute euphoria, a high she didnât want to come down from, but now, her skin aches, and thereâs a pang of guilt and shame in her belly that she canât seem to soothe. She doesnât even feel it when her teeth break past the skin of her lips.
âHey, none of that,â he says, easing her bruised lip from her teeth. He runs a thumb over her knuckles. ââM not mad, never, lovie,â he reassures her. âCâmere,â he says, tugging her into his arms. âLook aâ me.â He rests his forehead against hers. Heâs had to coax her out of a subspace only a handful of times, but she has never crashed this hard. Never has she been this shaken, nor has it ever happened during a cam. He just wishes he noticed sooner; he should have known not to go as rough as he did, especially when she was feeling tired to begin with. When sheâs in her subspace, she tends to take it a little too far, thinking she can take more than what she would normally handle.
âBetter?â He asks her after a moment, and she nods, but her hands still quiver at her side. âBe right back, yeah?â He lays her back down gently and goes into the washroom to draw a bath. When he comes back, he finds her with her hands over her face, shoulders shaking.
âCan ya walk?â
âYeah,â she says, scooting up off the bed, but her knees buckle, and they barely make it to the bathroom.
âI gotcha,â he says. âJusâ gonna getcha cleaned up, feelinâ all better.â Her bum, the skin raised with welts made by his own hand, barely touches the water before sheâs wincing. Thereâs a tinge in his stomach, but he continues to help her in, holding her under the armpits.
âIn ya go,â he whispers, nursing her like sheâs a toddler. The water is hot and comforting against her aching muscles. The lavender oil he tossed in leaves her skin silky with a tingeful burn on her bum and thighs. She clings to his arm, which has now wrapped tightly around her middle, pressing into her tender breasts.
âCome in with me,â she says. He sinks to his knees and cups her neck, elbow dipping in the water.
âBe right back, button,â he says, kissing her forehead lightly, âJusâ need tâ change the sheets.â
He returns not a moment later and joins her in the tub, washing her body with a sweetly scented scrub. She comes fully down in the bath, with his arms coiled tightly around her, one over her chest and the other around her middle, their fingers toying together. The waterâs run cold, but they donât make any move to get out any time soon, basking in the warmth of each other.
Despite how many years they have been together, he still finds it difficult to believe that he can be so comfortable with another person.
She puts her heart, body, and soul fully in his hands and trusts him not to break it.
He trusts that sheâll do the same for him.
And when she snuggles into him and presses a tired kiss to his cool skin, after he gets them dried and in their bed once again, he knows that there is no other person in the world he would trust more with his heart than her.
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On the process of writing a novel...
Ok, so this began as a DM to a very dear friend who had said they were super excited to work on a novel of theirs that they'd abandoned for years, but they felt a bit lost when looking at the project again. They had "too many characters, too many intrigues" and they didn't "know how to create order" for all their ideas. They didn't know "what to keep, what to remove, what to change" and wanted to know if I had any tips. Â
I began to reply in messages and then realised I needed to make a whole post out of it, so here it is! All 3k words of it. This is for you, darling! I hope it helps.
Things I found extremely helpful when planning my novel for NaNoWriMo this year, after also taking some time off from it. Â
Most of this comes from Alicia Lidwinaâs Four-Part article on her NaNoWriMo prep process, and setting up a writerâs notebook, for 2018. You can find the link to the first part here and I highly recommend you check out the whole series of articles for a more in-depth read.Â
Content of this âessayâ:Â
Preparation, Groundwork, and Materials
Project 'Stats' & Overview Â
Mood, Moodboards, and Key Imagery
Things to Consider, and Important Bullet Points
Get to Know Your Characters Â
Chronological Order
Tangential and Preceding Events
Basic Premise, Plot Definition, Sub Plot Ideas Â
List of Locations
Scenes
Chapter Outline
NaNo Plan
Additional Notes and Tips for Writing
Ok. Let's begin. Â
First of all, I'm not saying that this is the only way to write or organise a novel. It can be tackled in as many ways as there are writers in the universe. This is just the method I used to get my ideas crystallised and organised.Â
Preparation, Groundwork, and Materials. Â
Take your preparation seriously. I bought a cheap but still nice A4 sketchbook with blank paper for maybe ÂŁ2 at the local hobby store, and used it solely for the purposes of being my Novel Notebook. It doesnât have to be a pretty, perfect, Aesthetic(TM) journal at all. Its function is to act as a route-guide through the process. Â
I bought a cute sticker from Etsy and used it as the front cover design so that I liked the book and that it felt a little bit special, without being too intimidating to put a mark in. Then I left the very first page blank, and opened it to the first double page. On the left, I wrote âContentsâ and then moved on to the right and wrote âProject Stats and Overviewâ. Â
I used a pen that was comfortable to write with, which for me was important. Iâm a very tactile person, and having nice paper and pens (not necessarily fancy), made the process feel good.
Project Stats and Overview
This is the bare bones of the book, and includes details such as:
Project Working Title: (in my case itâs Weaver of Threads)
Targeted Wordcount: (to give yourself an idea of the scope, but itâs not necessary. For me itâs 50-100k)
Genre: (for me, fantasy)
Series: (will it be one book or more? For me, probably more than one, and at least two). Â
Inspiration: (here you can jot down all sorts of things which inspire your world and your writing, and it can be anything. In my case, I began with âdensity and lore, and feeling of being grounded in a real world from LOTR and Tolkien.â And I went on to include other writers and novels in the fantasy genre, as well as elements from our own world, such as Mongolian herding communities and way of life, the history of the Persian Empire, and Renaissance Florence!). Â
Project Timeline: Give yourself a structure, and be realistic. If you know youâre a slow writer whoâs prone to distractions, be generous, but if youâre someone who responds well to short deadlines, tighten the time frame up a bit. I said âNovember 2020 - November 2021 for the whole manuscriptâ because I know Iâm a procrastinator who gets dejected if they shoot past intense deadlinesâŚ.
Editing Deadline: December 2021-January 2022. I know I can edit fairly quickly, so I made this one much shorter. Â
Main Requirements Prior to Starting: What do you need to get sorted before you can get going? It could be purchasing a laptop or figuring out a magic system. In my case, it was the latter. Â
What Happens in your novel?: This is not âwhat do your characters do?â, but what, in one sentence, actually happens in the book. For Fellowship of the Ring, you could say âa diverse group of people assemble and set off together with the goal of destroying the Ringâ. LOADS more stuff actually takes place, obviously, but thatâs probably the key thing that happens in that book. So, write the same thing for yours. Iâm not going to tell you what happens in mine, because that would spoil it :). Â
That took up the first A4 page of my writerâs notebook, and after that, I moved on to Mood and Key Imagery.Â
Mood, Moodboards, and Key Imagery
On the left hand side of the page, I wrote down the words and concepts that sprang to mind when I thought of the novel itself. These were in no particular order or placement â just a random cloud of ideas in a rough column on the left hand side of the page â and they included: history, mystery, love, friendship, betrayal, nostalgic, homesick, sense of belonging, sense of place, searching, closeness, secrets⌠etc. etc.
Then on the right hand side, I wrote down five key words that I wanted to associate with the novel. These would form the âvisual aestheticâ in the background of my mind, and could be very easily expressed with a moodboard.
This same process (writing down words and creating a moodboard) could be achieved on a website like Pinterest. Take your time with it, find the right visual clues that really match the essence of your story, and create a final mood board with a limited number of panels that will be your novelâs âtrue northâ when it comes to feelings. If you're artistically inclined too, you could draw sketches of things relevant to your world too. Â
While this stage is really important for solidifying the feeling and mood of the novel, donât get stuck here and spend forever procrastinating on Pinterest or whatever. Once youâve crystallised that ambiance, itâs time to move on. Itâs also perfectly fine to come back to this at a later stage if you find yourself running out of inspiration or drifting a bit. Daydreaming, drawing, mood-board-ing are all great ways to work on your novel on days when you donât feel like writing.
Things to Consider:
Alicia Lidwina asked herself some questions which helped me get past the âblockâ that Iâd created when thinking about the novel, and those were:
What scares me about this story? (in my case it was the scope of it - it was easy for me to get lost in over-thinking tiny details and get too overwhelmed to handle the big picture)
What will readers take away from it? (in my case, I hoped that it was a sense of friendship, people from desperate cultures finding common ground, and a sense of being grounded in a real, tangible world.
What is its selling point? (essentially, why would an agent/publisher choose yours over the next one in the pile?). Donât be bashful about this. This is your notebook, so if youâre proud of a feature or aspect of the story, write it down. In my case, there is no âBig Bad come to destroy the worldâ, no Chosen One who is the only one who can stop it. There is an antagonist, but itâs on a personal scale, and thatâs the selling point. Itâs about two people going on a personal journey to uncover a lost piece of knowledge thatâs arguably not all that world-changing on its own, but which means the world to them. Â
What will be the three biggest issues in writing the first draft? Identify the three biggest roadblocks, and then take a bulldozer to them. For me, it was time management, getting mentally stuck, and the sheer darned effort of it becoming overwhelming!
Important Bullet Points Â
These are five key facts about your novel, distilled from the sections above. They include: Whatâs at the heart of the story? How long is the story? Whatâs the narrative focus of the story? What are the maximum number of main characters? And the maximum number of supporting characters (this obviously doesnât mean you canât have other, less important characters too!)? Â
Relationship between the two main characters is forefront
50-100k words
The novelâs focus is on the charactersâ main goal (had to be more vague here so I didn't give it away)
2 main characters
3 supporting characters Â
If you find youâve got too many main characters (not necessarily a bad thing to have a lot of characters - look at A Song of Ice and Fire after all!), then figure out whose story you want to tell here. You can always write another story with other characters in a connected novel, or a sequel. You donât have to tell everything all at the same time. Â
Speaking of charactersâŚÂ
âŚGet to Know Your Main Characters: Â
Here you can write character sheets for each of your main characters and cast. There are hundreds of these templates available on the internet, asking questions like âhow would your character react to [insert event]?â etc. to get to know your character. If this isnât your thing (it isnât mine) then at least write down some useful information about them. Rough height and weight, hair, eye and skin colour, general temperament, and any other defining physical or mental traits.Â
Next came the Chronological Order
This does not have to represent the final order of the novelâs structure, nor the order in which you write the manuscript, but you need to know what happened within the timeline, and when, in order to be really clear when youâre telling the story. You can write the manuscript out of order, and you can tell the story with flashbacks or in a different order, but you need to have the underlying chronology securely in place so that your writing makes sense and so that you donât confuse yourself or the readers in the process. Â
Preceding and Tangential Events
These donât need to be in the novel itself, but it may be important to define the sequence of events that also led up to the moment where we pick up your story, and what is happening elsewhere so that you can be sure of these too. In my case, I defined the events that concerned one of the supporting charactersâ lives so that I knew how and why they were at the point they are in the story. It relates directly to - and heavily influences - the events of the novel, so I needed to have this personâs history nailed down as well, even though I don't tell it all explicitly in the book (because that would be unnecessary and a bit dull). Â
Basic Premise, Plot Definition, and Sub-Plot Ideas (plus writing a synopsis)
Alicia Lidwina defined the story premise helpfully with the following formula:
Story Premise = Main Character + Desire + Obstacle
Pick a different colour for each of these components, and write a short paragraph to explain them in the context of the novel. Alicia Lidwina used the following:
[Main Character] âHarry, an orphan who didnât know that heâs a wizard, [Desire] got invited into Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry and wanted to live his school life to its fullest, [Obstacle] but a certain Dark Lord who killed his parents is trying to rise into powers again and kill him in revenge.
Do this for your novel, and keep it really short. Â
Plot Definition: This is even shorter than that! Itâs a single sentence!! Itâs most closely tied to the desire of the character, and lies at the heart of the story. Itâs most likely a distilled version of the âwhat happens in the storyâ from the Project Stats page, so check that to see what you wrote there. Â
Sub Plot Ideas Â
Five bullet points (no more) for things that are happening concurrently and which are related in some way to the main story. For me, Kae and Tomas are doing their research, so thatâs the main theme, but beneath that there are a few other related incidents.
Writing a Synopsis - developed out of the points in this section, and includes:
Who the main character is
What the stakes are (the story premise is your guideline)
What the main plot line is
How the MC resolves the problem in the main plot line
How the book ends.
List of Locations Â
Start with the main ones and add to it as you go on. Write a little bit of information about them so that you have something to refer back to. I also drew a big old map which I found very helpful and also really fun to do.
List of Scenes
Itâs very important to map out every single scene that happens in the novel. Use your timeline to help with this, but remember a scene is not necessarily a chapter. You can have more than one scene within a chapter, but try not to have too many. Â
I used small post-it notes (sticky notes) and wrote down things like âM joins Kâs clan at the fire and K learns about magicâ and âK studies at Citadel, intro to Citadel, magic, and charactersâ as separate scenes. Once youâve written down everything that is going to happen (this will take some time! Get a drink and some snacks ready, and go slow), you can stick them into your notebook in the order youâd like to tell the story. Some chapters may have just one scene, while others may have two or three. I didnât have more than two in any of my chapters, and actually ended up splitting some scenes that Iâd made too vague in this section into more chapters. It doesnât have to be set in stone, but it will form a road map. Â
Additions and Notes: Â
I left a section of the Scene Outline bit of the notebook blank for things to add in as I went along. I havenât used it yet, but I might. Â
Chapter Outline
I arranged the scenes into the chapters already by sticking them in order, but you could do a chapter outline separately after this. Itâs up to you.Â
NaNoWriMo plan: Â
I did this back in October, and wrote down the main goal for nanoprep, which was to finish the background info. Breaking that down further, I listed - magic (how does it work exactly), geography, and politics.Â
After that, it was just a case of writing the 1667 words a day. *spoilers, I got distracted and didnât do NaNo this year* . What I should have done, was break it up into chunks and write down my goals so that I had something tangible to use as a road map, and I will be doing that now for the novel as I take it up again outside of NaNo. Having check boxes and manageable goals really works for me. Find what will work for you, and if it turns out not to, adapt!
Some final pointers and tips:
Set regular goals for yourself. Whether you work by saying âIâll write 1000 words a dayâ or âIâll write something every dayâ, make a structure for yourself. If you slip and miss a day, week, or month (I didnât meet NaNo this year because I chose to work on another project instead *slaps forehead*), donât beat yourself up. Writing is a craft and it takes a long time and a lot of discipline to master a craft. Â
Your first draft does not have to be good. At all. Your first draft is just words on paper. A first draft is the block of marble taken from the quarry, and subsequent edits and reworking is the process of carving the sculpture itself. The editing that is done by the publisher or the professional you employ to edit it for you later, is the final polishing. Donât be demoralised if the block of marble seems very rough when it first lands in your studio. Thatâs ok! Â
Take regular breaks. Writing is hard work, and most people canât concentrate on something successfully for longer than 55 min's, and if youâre doing that, youâre already doing really well. Personally, Iâm at 15-20 on a good day. Write in little sprints of ten minutes or so, and then get up and stretch, look out the window, maybe leave the room, come back in with a fresh approach. Â
Stretch your hands, and wear wrist braces when you work. Seriously. I gave myself tendinitis on my first major project, and couldnât use either hand properly for weeks. The ones I have are these, and they allow me to work safely for much longer. Â
Keep hydrated. Have a bottle of water on the desk in front of you between your arms as you type and sip it, otherwise youâll forget. 2 litres a day is usually recommended, but know your body and drink accordingly. Â
Treat yourself. Whether thatâs something as simple as a decadent hot chocolate after your first chapter/chunk/sprint is done, or a new notebook or a pen or that sticker set you wanted on Etsy or literally anything nice, reward yourself for the hard work youâve put in, with tangible things you can look at or experience and say âI have that because I did the workâ. Itâll help with your sense of achievement, especially if the project is a long one. Â
Join a local writerâs group for feedback. With the current Covid-19 chaos, this is probably not possible right now, but getting constructive feedback on your work from someone who hasnât been cocooned in the project in the way you are, but who respects you as a writer and wants to help you grow, will be invaluable. Itâs too easy to exist in a little isolated bubble and think youâre doing ok, when in reality you could be creating bad habits which will be difficult to break later. By these, I mean things like âfiller wordsâ you donât realise you use, or other pit-falls itâs easy to tumble into when you canât see the wood for the treesâŚItâs intimidating, and it might take some courage to work up and do, but I promise itâll help you grow. You donât have to do what the people suggest, but itâs great to get outside opinions all the same.
Submit work to writing competitions. This will help with showing agents and publishers later down the line that youâre not only committed, but hopefully talented, and will help you to push yourself. Use the world of your novel for the setting, and get to know it by writing short stories on the competitionâs theme set there. Â
Read. Read the writers you admire, and read them âactivelyâ - figure out exactly what it is about âthatâ sentence that made you shiver, and use the same techniques in your own work (donât plagiarise, obviously, but if it was alliteration that made the sentence work so well, use it yourself! Perhaps it was the metre of the line? Great, now you know a rhythm that will drive a sentence forward or slow it down etc.)
Enjoy it. If youâre not enjoying what youâre doing, itâll show in the work. Take a step back if you start floundering, and âinterviewâ yourself about why itâs not fun any more. Refer back to the sections in the notebook that helped to clarify the plot/process, and see if youâve wandered away from them. Make yourself answer questions like: âWhat is the main reason I donât want to do this?â âWhat is the characterâs motivation?â âShould I scrap this section?â (donât delete it, but cut and paste it into another âscrapsâ document, and then start afresh from the last place you were happy with. Nothing is wasted - it all goes into building the world and getting to know the characters, even if it doesnât get explicitly told in the finished product, so donât be afraid to do that last bit). Â
Good luck!
I hope you found this helpful, and if you have any questions or things youâd like to add to this, please feel free to send me an ask here on Tumblr.
If youâre a new writer hoping to get an agent or publisher, you might also find this post on âtalking to a published authorâ helpful or interesting.
If you would like to keep up to date with my own novelâs progress, you can follow me here on Tumblr, as well as on my writing Instagram @rnpeacock
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pairing: tamaki amajiki x gn! reader
warnings: pretty angsty, relationship anxiety, fear of abandonment, descriptions/imaginations of choking (itâs figurative and imaginary, itâs demonstrated with snakes), hurt/comfort, reassurance, worrying, ???, ENDS IN FLUFF I PROMISE!!
word count:Â 1.7kÂ
authorâs note: okay OKAY Iâm sorry this took so long, iâm now onto the ones that iâm coming up with completely from scratch, because iâm not writing them from outlines. as always, this is all over the place bc i love inserting 294848 different scenarios into one work. someday, maybe, i will focus on one plot line. today is not that day. ALTHOUGH THIS ISNâT THAT BAD BY MY STANDARDS, IâM SORRY TAMAKI, I LOVE YOU SO MUCH.
being in love with tamaki amajiki is green.
itâs the small, fragile beansprouts he grew from the tips of his fingers at lunch time when you were kids, and he was trying to show you that his quirk was nothing to be afraid of. the other kids didnât talk to him because they thought his tentacles were scary, but you just thought they were neat.Â
he knew you before he knew mirio, and you were the reason he even considered talking to the loud, sunshine boy in the first place. you gave him the confidence to try to make new friends, to try to choke down the green of the nausea that comes with uncertainty.
âmaybe not everyone is going to be mean to me,â he thought, slightly emboldened at the fact that he had a friend now. ây/n,â he thought. âtheyâre my friend now...â
it all started years ago in primary school when you noticed how he sat alone at his desk, drawing pictures of animals while the other kids played. his crayons never seemed to stop moving, and the green jungles he colored were detailed with a wide variety of wildlife and plants.Â
he liked to be alone, where it was quiet and safe, and nobody would pick on him or ask too much of him. everyone knew that the tears that formed on his lashes were a common occurrence, so they tried to avoid pressing him too much. his peace usually remained undisturbed, until there was you.Â
you walked up to show him a drawing you made of a spider. he jumped in fear, both at the drawing of a weirdly-realistic spider, but also the fact that someone was talking to him.Â
âwhy donât they know to just leave me alone?â he thought, already shaking in his seat. his blood ran cold, spit filled his mouth, and a bright green nausea overtook all of his senses. he looked up at your face, wincing and bracing himself for a playground insult. kids were creative, and he knew that all too well.Â
âhi.. amajiki. i like your drawing. do you like animals too?â
âmm-hm..â he softly replied. this was new.
âwhatâs your favorite one?â you knew to keep it simple, because he clearly wasnât comfortable speaking. he never raised his hand, even when his favorite subjects were brought up in class or when everyone was encouraged to participate. this time, however, was different. this time, there was you.
where mirio was his sun, you were his stars.
where mirio loudly encouraged him, you provided your gentle, guiding support, and always proved to be a perfect shoulder to lean a head into.
âi.. i like butterflies a lot.â
and so it began.
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since you met, there were many periods of closeness and distance between you and tamaki, which is typical of childhood friends. you could go weeks without talking and then come right back together, making each other giggle with your newest ideas about the funniest things tamaki could do with his quirk.Â
one day, you joked, âwhat if you ate a clam, manifested the shell, and then just knocked somebody over the head with it??? the guy would fall down like blehhh and that would be so funny!!!â
he laughed a little, before deadpanning. âwait a minute.... i think.. i think you might be onto something.â
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tamaki remembers that the most nervous heâs ever been was while your relationship was still green. the two of you took a walk through a community garden after grabbing a quick dinner with mirio and nejire, and the two of them mysteriously had to leave at the same time, leaving the two of you alone. (the return of ultimate wingmen, mirio and nejire!)Â
normally, heâd feel anxious about being in public, but he was okay because you were right there with him. you were here, walking shoulder to shoulder with him, through a garden full of butterflies. what more could he ask for?Â
he didnât have to worry about being judged or being teased, because it was you. the leaves surrounding you felt like nothing more than company. as you made your way through the beautiful maze of plants, flowers, and stone statues, it was just you two in the whole wide world, taking it all in and enjoying each otherâs company.
although he hadnât always known what his feelings meant, he now realized that heâs a crush on you for as long as he could remember. while mirio had several different flings, tamaki always had his eyes on you. nobody was as understanding, as considerate, and as perfect as you. he didnât want to be like this with anyone but you.
his hand twitched toward yours, but he didnât dare. he couldnât risk the pain of rejection, he wouldnât risk it. if it meant he could possibly lose you, it wasnât worth it. luckily for tamaki, you didnât share the same fear, and slowly took his hand in yours. he harshly avoided eye contact, desperate to not let you see his crimson red blush. you knew he had a hard time telling people what he really felt, but he wasnât usually this quiet with you.Â
âtamaki, is this okay?â you questioned.
âyeah. itâs.. good. i like it.â
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green is the matcha-flavored boba tea that tamaki sips on while youâre on a date. he asks, ây/n, do you like seafood?â before he balances a boba pearl on the tip of his tongue and laughs. what a dork, you think, and then balance a pearl on yours. this is what tamaki needed sometimes, normal moments of relaxation, and youâre more than happy to provide him with it.
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however, being in love with tamaki is also loving him through the moments that are hard, and when you canât lean on each other, because itâs all too much. the moments where the problem is between you, and isnât easily defined and solved. these are the moments when heâs green with envy, or sick to his stomach with worry, or overrun with anxiety at the most simple things.Â
these are the moments where youâre tired, or overwhelmed, or you just canât handle his emotional intensity today, even though you wish you could. you love him, of course you do, there would never be a moment in time where your heart wasnât bursting for him, but every person has their limits.
these breaking moments are the ones where one of you blurts something you donât mean in a moment of anger, cracking the meticulously constructed façade, which is in place to spare the otherâs feelings.
theyâre the moments where your mind goes blank, and all you can think of is, âiâm sorry. iâm sorry. iâm sorry. iâm sorry. iâm sorry. iâm sorry.â
theyâre the moments spent frantically comforting, speaking through tears, words spilling out. theyâre the moments where his head lays sobbing in your lap, and his arms circle your waist, desperate to hold onto something, anything. desperate to hold onto you, so that you donât leave him. your words come out shaky, because even they arenât really sure how to make this all better. how can you fix what was never meant to be broken? itâs uncertain, but you canât ever finish if you never begin. you reassure him as many times as he needs to hear it.
âgod, iâm so sorry, tamaki, i didnât mean it, i promise i didnât mean it.â
even though he says he forgives you, that itâs over with, you know heâs replaying every lilt of your voice, where it broke when you were angry.Â
you know heâs feeling more than he lets on, but doesnât share those intensities because he doesnât want to come on too strong. you know better than to trust a simple âiâm fine, y/n. really.â
heâs not lying just to lie, because heâs never felt anything truer than his love for you. heâs doing it because he doesnât want you to understand the heartbreak that often comes with love. he doesnât want you to feel suffocated, or like youâre being strangled by thousands of emerald green scaled snakes.Â
he doesnât want you to feel their bodies coiled around your throat, like he does.Â
he doesnât want you to feel their scales: cool yet burning, smooth yet slicing, glide across your skin gently, intending to strangle.Â
he doesnât want you to feel their eyes boring into you, threatening under the ruse of being calculating.Â
he doesnât want you to feel what he does, so he hides it. even though he knows he shouldnât, he canât help it.
he canât help how much he loves you, how afraid he is to lose you, how scared he gets whenever mirio and you are paired up together for a class.
he canât help that he feels like time is running out, your life together is wilting away, and that youâre slipping through his fingers like fine sand.
but you know, truly and wholeheartedly, that his insecurity didnât deem him invaluable or unworthy of love. his fear and his worries didnât take away your love, and they never would. every moment spent reminding him that iâm not going anywhere, was worth it. because heâs worth it, and this was something worth fighting for. heâs worth the fighting and the courage it all takes, because he is what makes you whole. he, and everything he is, is worth loving, because thereâs value to the things that break us.
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being in love with tamaki is grassy green countrysides and wildflower stems, and finding little adventures in every single day. itâs reassurance through the irrational, itâs validation through the pain. itâs not loving despite, itâs loving because.
loving tamaki is green in its youth, in its freshness, in its refreshing reminder that you are loved. you are loved so vividly, so intensely, so naturally.Â
tamaki loves you, and you know that, because he wouldnât be able to muster the courage to let those words spill unless he really, truly meant it.
with you, tamaki can let a little loose, a little bit wild. he can let the vines restraining him wilt away into nothing.
because no matter what, itâs all worth it in the end.
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thanks for reading! love, tj đŞś
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I have been following you for a while now--and I sent you anon asks well before I made my Tumblr account--but I don't know that I've ever expressed to you how much I truly, wholly enjoy your writing.
It isn't the characters, although I love them. It isn't the plot, although you do a fantastic job. It isn't the settings, although those are gorgeous and thanks to you I took a detour through Las Vegas just to see the strip (NO REGRETS THERE).
It's your writing! The actual placement and selection of the words. I think I really could pick YOUR writing out of a line-up, just because it is well-developed, and refined, and every piece of it has purpose. It has been wonderful stalking following your blog and I deeply enjoyed the couple of analysis posts I've done using your writing (don't wait up but there's more sitting in my drafts).
This is how careers are made--Writing that can bring fans to hop genres just to read more of it.
And the point is WRITE THE NOVEL!!!! carpe diem!
Sorry for the long ask!
Putting this under a cut because I'm gonna get sappy.
First of all, thank you for following and reading. I'm pretty sure I've said this before, but even knowing that one person TRULY likes and understands my work and knows what I'm trying to do and ENJOYS it means the world to me.
Knowing that you were interacting without even having a tumblr makes me so happy, because I like thinking that even if people aren't commenting or reblogging or liking things, they're still lurking. The numbers aren't really an indication of true reach, and it's hard sometimes to see something I've written and spent weeks on get 20 notes, but I KNOW that there are more people seeing it and just choosing (for whatever reason) to not interact.
YOU DETOURED TO VEGAS?!?!!? What was your favorite thing on the strip? Did you watch the fountains? Did you see the Flamingo? Did you see the Eiffel Tower?!? I miss it so damn much.
... and as for what you say next? Goddamn, you're gonna make me cry. There are so many talented writers here and on AO3 and in the real world, and for you to say something like that - that you think the way I write is different enough to pick out? That's ... unbelievable to me. Because I know that I've adapted my own style based on some of my favorite writers and taken things from the way they write ... but I just ... thank you. Endlessly, thank you.
I know I'm wordy, but I hate rushing things. I hate feeling like there was more that characters could have done, or more that I could have explained or shown, or that a situation is unclear. I want you (readers) to feel like you're in the story, and skimping out on details or writing short pieces that I feel are incomplete is just not my style, and I don't think it ever will be.
I know that my stuff isn't as smutty or as in your face or as easily consumable (short and to the point) as a lot of other work that people so often enjoy, but I am really really happy with the content that I've created and posted here. I'm happy with the way I've chosen to tell the stories that I've created, and I hope to continue doing so.
The fact that you bring up jumping fandoms just makes me feel very warm and very overwhelmed, because that says a LOT about the overall content. I want to be a writer. I want to see my name on a book on the shelves or in an e-shop and know that I created it from scratch. Success would be nice, but I guess I just want to know that something that I've loved doing for 25 years has translated into something that I can look back at and be proud of.
I've actually got an outline for the novel (or parts of one). I've come up with a couple different characters and the overall plot. It needs more research and more time and it definitely needs a lot of patience, but it's gonna get written at some point. Thank you for the encouragemnt - and please never apologize for sending a long ask or leaving a long comment. I cannot wait to read your Billy story - I promise to get to it soon! <3
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The Cat and the Key
Summary:Â The most wanted woman in town has announced that she'll only marry the one who can open her front door with the key around her cat's neck. Many men try to hunt the cat down, chase and trap it, but to no avail. The cat is simply too quick, smart and clever, and always finds a way to evade and avoid them. He was the first one to figure out the obvious, even with no intention of going for the prize: do not chase the cat. The cat is befriendable. Get the cat to trust you, to genuinely enjoy your company, and you can hang out with the cat. You may eventually be allowed to touch the cat. The cat will freely let you take the key.
Reader:Â Female
Words: 4644
Pairing: Aizawa x Reader
Note:Â The summary is, almost verbatim, taken from this tumblr post that inspired the story. Bonus inspiration: Please don't knock, the cat has the key.
âUgh, another?â you sighed, vexed by the marriage proposal brought to your attention. Your parents received an offer for your hand that, like the others before it, outlined how beautifully your family names would mesh, and how lovely a woman like you would look on some rich manâs arm. As always, they emptily promised you would want for nothing- but how could they be so sure? People you didnât even know were sending you offers, and it seemed like everywhere you turned, someone was trying to- how did they used to say it?- wife you up .
âIâm over it. Iâm so over it. Iâm just gonna fake a husband so no one thinks Iâm available.â
â(Y/N), thatâs such a dumb idea,â your brother ridiculed.
âOh, come off it,â you groaned, rolling your eyes as you leaned back in your chair. You placed your fork down, sighing deeply and taking a sip of wine.
âHey, Iâm just saying⌠Whatâs gonna happen when you meet someone and actually do want to get married? Are you gonna fake a divorce, too? Bit more effort than itâs worth, donâtcha think?â
Your lips tightened in a frown as he made a point you couldnât refute, the family dinner carrying on as the topic changed to something much less antagonizing for you: pets.
âGod, sheâs awful right now since sheâs not potty trained. I swear, I come home to a mess every day,â your brother complained, his new puppy a mess of a sweetheart. âAnd her favorite game? Guess it. Anyone, guess it.â
âFetch?â your father gandered.
âFetch?! I wish! No. Itâs Keep Away. Keep. Away. She takes my keys and then I have to chase her around the house because she likes to play Keep Away. The pup doesnât even go for the decoy set anymore.â
As your parents chuckled over your brotherâs misery, your eyes widened for a moment as an idea blossomed in your head, a content and mischievous smile following afterward.
The following week, you made a public announcement that was first published on your âpersonalâ blog beneath a picture of a cat with a key around its neck:
Words cannot describe how fortunate and honored I am to receive the number of proposals and requests for my affections that I have. Everyone has made such tempting offers and promises, shown an eloquence with words and feeling, and in the end, I find it difficult to choose someone to walk this life with. The number of wonderful people inquiring on my behalf is almost overwhelming, so I have come up with a simple task:
Tied to my beloved cat is my house key. Let it be known that whosoever retrieves the key and returns it to me will have my undivided attention and romantic interest to pursue a relationship.
I know, what a wild idea, right? But animals have the best judgement in people, and itâs just as crazy as marrying someone whoâs sent a letter to my parents asking for their blessings to marry me. :)
Good luck.~
It didnât take long for your crazy idea to headline the local newspaper and station. While the letters persisted, you instructed your parents to simply throw them away- after all, you werenât interested in someone who couldnât be bothered to be invested in your life and follow a misleadingly simple instruction. Whoever wanted to win your heart would have to get the key, and youâd give no one else a chance
All throughout town, cat traps were set up, waiting for the unsuspecting housecat to fall into them. Food, water, and even the occasional bowl of milk was left out in hopes of attracting the sweet little feline. But the cat wasnât so easily swayed- after all, it was a housecat and knew the luxuries that people tried to bribe it with. The strays, however, loved it, and overnight seemed to double in numbers.
Aizawa, for one, seemed to be all the happier for the influx in cats. After all, it wasnât like he didnât already provide for the strays around his neighborhood. Before your announcement, he always saw the same few: a tabby with mix matched eyes, a black longhair, and a calico. They were an odd bunch, but they seemed to get along, sometimes coming together to his door as he set out food for them. Gradually, more and more would pass by his door- and he wasnât certain, but he thought he saw a glint of silver as a new cat crossed his path now and then.
The soft clink of something hitting the ceramic bowl outside his window woke the pro hero all too soon from his slumber. Still in his heroâs garb from last nightâs patrol, Aizawa got up from his bed and spread two plastic lines of his blinds as he looked for the source of the noise. Outside his window, a cat sat at the bowl of water, and around its neck was a single key that bounced off the bowl as the cat drank, making the clinking sound a few times over. Next to the bowl was an empty plate, all the food eaten by strays that came before the wandering housecat.
He quietly and slowly opened the door, not wanting to scare the cat away. It stopped drinking and backed away from the bowl, staring at him distrustfully. This wasnât the first time someone tried to approach the key-bearer to steal from it. Seeing the defensiveness, Aizawa showed his palm to the cat, a can of wet food in his other hand. Slowly he came to the plate, still more than an armâs reach from the housecat, and placed the open can down. As soon as he set it down, he backed away and went back inside, giving it plenty of space.
From his bedroom, Aizawa pulled up the blinds, watching the housecat from afar. It was sitting in the same spot it backed away to, staring at the hero with its tail flicking at the tip. He studied the cat, discerning from its finer details that it was likely a fully grown female- and she was probably spoiled, considering the fact that she had absolutely no interest in the food he put out just for her. The cat stayed for a moment longer before something caught itâs attention, fleeing with the key around her neck still.
Nights later, Aizawa stopped beneath the streetlight across from his back door. He sucked on the tube of his fruit pouch, listening to the soft clinking the catâs key made as she drank with her back towards him. Slowly and quietly he began to walk towards her. âHey, kitty,â he spoke lowly, not quite a whisper but still lower than his usual tone. The catâs ears perked up and she defensively turned around with a hiss, her back arched and tail puffed. He stopped, holding his hands up at chest level. âIâm not going to hurt you. I just want to go home. That okay?â
She stared him down, moving away from and around the hero, never turning her back to him.
âYou hungry? Itâs late; Iâm surprised youâre not home with your owner,â he mumbled as he got to the door, unlocking it. To his surprise, the cat meowed softly at him and was sitting down when he glanced back at her. âHuh. Stay there, Iâll get you some food.â
Aizawa returned with a fully cooked and butterflied shrimp. He stopped just outside his door, watching the cat who sat still and returned his stare. A soft smile curled onto his lips as he placed the shrimp on the plate.
âYou must be a spoiled one since you didnât even touch the canned food,â he mumbled, talking more to himself than to the cat. He moved back to the door and squatted down, hands in plain view as he studied her. For about a solid minute, he watched, until speaking again. âAm I still too close?â he asked, standing back up and leaning back against his door with his arms crossed.
As if challenged by his words, the cat stood and took a step forward, watching him to see if he moved in response. When he didnât, she took another, then another, until she was at the plate and just barely out of armâs reach. The gentle smile returned to Aizawaâs lips as he saw her bow her head and sniff the shrimp, and grew when she took the shrimp and then bolted away into the night. He chuckled to himself, shaking his head as he went inside.
After treating the housecat to a piece of shrimp, Aizawa started to see her around his place more often. Every now and then, heâd wake up to the sound of her key bumping against the water bowl in the morning, or come home to see her sitting by the plate. Each time, heâd give her a little shrimp and watch her disappear with it delicately in her mouth. Eventually, he was able to pinch the tail and hold the piece of shrimp out to her, letting her take it from him instead of placing it on the plate. The strays seemed to warm up more to him as well, hardly moving when he walked near them on his way in or out.
Returning from U.A. one afternoon, Aizawa stopped as he heard a fuss. Looking in its direction, he saw a man bolting at him and chasing the key-bearing cat. Without hesitance, he threw out his capture weapon and apprehended the man, who immediately started yelling at him and causing a scene. The cat ran right between his legs and kept going as he pulled the person towards him.
âHey, what the hell gives, dude?! I was just about to catch that fucking cat and get the key!â
âNo, you werenât,â Aizawa grumbled, staring at the captive with glowing red eyes, his hair standing on edge and out of his face. âIn fact, youâre going to turn around and leave her alone if you ever see her again. I wonât hesitate to subdue someone terrorizing a cat.â
âTch, whatever man. I bet you just want that key for yourself so you can marry (Y/N).â
âHardly,â Aizawa grunted at the thought, âbut anyone who has to forcibly take that key isnât worthy of marrying her.â He unwrapped his capture weapon from the man, letting his hair fall and eyes return to normal. âGet out of here.â
With a deep sigh, he headed home for a nap before his patrol.
A few days passed without a trace of the housecat. He would never admit it, but he was actually a bit worried for her. Did someone catch her? Did they hurt her to get the key? Maybe she started exploring a different part of Tokyo? Absentmindedly, he started looking at your blog to see updates on the cat to make sure she was well, and soon enough, he was checking daily, since you posted a new picture of her with the key around her neck every day. He didnât give a damn about the key- he was just happy that the cat was alright, and enjoyed seeing pictures of her.
The soft clatter of metal on glass caught his attention as Aizawa returned home from a late patrol. Even with his trained eyes, he couldnât spot the cause until he crossed the street and got closer. As he squinted, he saw the familiar silhouette of a cat lost in the nightâs shadows. It was on his window ledge, standing with its front paws against the glass and moving its head as it tried to look into the darkness. A soft smile pressed to his lips as he took the end of his capture weapon and tossed it close to the cat, giving the scarf playful little flicks to catch its attention.
âHere, kitty. Thereâs nothing inside, but you can play with this,â he offered, squatting down and moving the scarf around.
The cat stopped pawing at the glass, the clinking coming to an end as it turned and looked at the man keeping his distance. It hopped off the ledge and pounced at the gray fabric, coming into the outskirts of the streetlight. The smile on Aizawaâs lips grew wider as he recognized the housecat, her key still safely attached to her collar.
âHey⌠Itâs been a while. Youâre full of energy right now, arenât you?â He chuckled softly and reached out his hand, offering the back of if his knuckles to her as she played with his capture weapon. Immediately as she noticed his hand, she backed away from him, leaving the scarf with small divots where her teeth pinched it.
âYouâre okay; Iâm not gonna hurt you, little oneâŚâ Other than rubbing his thumb and index finger together, Aizawa remained still. âDonât you remember me?â
She meowed softly in response and took cautious steps to the hero in black, and for the first time approached him close enough that he could just barely feel her whiskers on his calloused hands. The housecat sniffed him for a short moment before deciding to jump on his capture weapon again, catching it between her front paws and rolling over with it so that she could chew on the end while her back paws kicked at the remaining length that eventually went up to his neck. Aizawa laughed softly and gave her more slack to play with, watching the way she twisted her body as she laid on her back, and soon introduced the other end of the scarf to her. He dangled it just within reach and pulled it away as her claws came out to catch it, watching in amusement as she quickly rolled back onto her paws and swiped at the fabric that was always just out of reach.
When she finally caught the end Aizawa dangled at her, he let the scarf go, the length of the capture weapon tangled in a mess around the cat. He laughed as she began to play freely with it all again, and left her to roll around in the gray fabric while he went inside and boiled a single shrimp for her.
To his surprise, the cat followed, dragging his scarf with in her mouth. She paused at the door, sitting in front of it with the capture weapon leading from her mouth back to the spot she played in. Her soft meow greeted him as he came back with the shrimp on a plate, making him pause in the hallway leading to the door. The house cat stayed at the door as he took slow steps toward her, and placed the plate down right in front of her. As usual, she sniffed the shrimp before delicately picking it up in her mouth and turning to walk away.
After a few steps, however, she stopped and turned back around as Aizawa was pulling in his scarf. He finished wrapping it up, holding it in his hand as he turned away. Just as he was about to shut the door, he noticed a metallic gleam and paused to look back outside. As he did, the cat came up to his doorstep with the shrimp still in her mouth, and sat down looking up at him. Her eyes shifted to look inside, and then back at him.
âWhatâs this..?â he murmured to himself as he crouched down, offering his hand to the cat again. âItâs.. odd. Are you asking to come inside? Thatâs not very like you.â
The cat placed the shrimp in his hand and looked back at him, and he could have sworn it was like she was trying to answer him.
âAlright, fine, come on,â Aizawa grumbled despite the smile on his lips. He stood back up and gestured to let her in, closing the door behind her. The cat stopped and looked back at the door as her host retrieved a plate for the shrimp. His footsteps caught her attention and she looked back up at him with an inquisitive meow.
âItâs alright, kitty. Iâm sure youâre trained to ask for out, arenât you? Just wake me up and Iâll let you out. Simple as that,â he explained despite his doubt that she could understand him.
The hero set the plate on his desk, pulling out his chair so that she could jump up to it with ease. Beside it, he placed a bowl of water and his capture weapon. Without an extra pillow, Aizawa went to his closet and pulled out one of his sweaters, folding it and putting it inside the ring his scarf made, turning it into a makeshift bed for the little housecat.
âI doubt itâs anything like what you have at home, but⌠well, itâs the best Iâve got for a cat right now.â He smiled at her as she hopped up onto the desk, watching as she sniffed at the bed. As she sat down to eat her shrimp, he left the room to shower.
When Aizawa returned, half dressed and half dried, he looked around for the cat before noticing that she was curled up in a resting loaf on his singular pillow- right in the center with no space to share. She had already fallen asleep, and rather than wake her up, he smiled and finished towel drying his hair before getting the lights. Carefully, he sat down on the bed and pulled the pillow down and to the side, slowly and trying not to wake his visitor. The soft touch of her tail against his wrist made him pause as she meowed and stretched, and even in the darkness, the two shared a look. He smiled at her and laid down on his side, resting his head on his arm and spooning the stolen pillow. A soft, rumbling purr created a strange kind of white noise in the room, and Aizawa fell asleep much sooner than he usually did listening to it.
A few short hours later, the hero woke with the rising sun. Only half awake, he looked down to his arms where he hugged the pillow to his chest and stomach- and much to his surprise, was alone. Aizawa bolted up and flung the blanket off, looking around for the late night guest.
The clatter of something small and metal falling onto his floor caught his attention, and on the ground laid a key- itâs bearer nowhere to be seen. Aizawa picked it up and began to look around the rest of his home, calling for her- checking the kitchen, bathroom, underneath the futon, and even in a few cupboards- but she wasnât there, and no meows responded to his voice.
That afternoon, gossip was especially rampant as people gasped and griped over the fact that you had posted a new picture that morning of your cat- without her key. A few of his students were distracted with the celebrity news, wondering and speculating on the type of person who got the key.
âI hope heâs handsome-â
âWhat if itâs a woman??-â
âDo you think theyâll really date and get married?â
In their distraction, they didnât notice their instructor come up behind them, and in a blink of their eyes, they were all tied up with useless quirks.
âDo you really think a villain will care?â he asked them harshly as they squirmed and protested.
âWell⌠maybe? Villains have lives too, donât they?â
âDUDE! Dude, what if a villain got the key and (Y/N) has to marry a villain??!â
The studentsâ excitement was getting out of hand and Aizawa squeezed them both in his capture weapon. âThat catâs not dumb enough to lose a key to a villain,â he grumbled before letting them go. âWorry about it later and focus on becoming a hero- unless this isnât important to you anymore and you want to be cut from the class.â
His threat reeled the students back in as they knew he was fully serious- he was notorious for expelling people he deemed unfit for the hero course, and they didnât want to be next. For the rest of the week, he seemed somehow less tolerant and more severe, as if to prevent his students from bringing you or your cat up.
Two weeks went by, allowing news of the lost key to calm down. An occasional article went out wondering why the keyholder hasnât come forward yet, speculating that maybe the key was genuinely lost somewhere in a park or lake, or suggesting that you took the key off the cat. In truth, you were starting to become a bit concerned, so after the third week, you decided to take matters into your own hands.
Three weeks had gone by since Aizawa last saw the housecat. She never returned after staying the night with him and losing her key. He was certain that it must have come off in her sleep, and- because she was a cat- she had no way of putting it back around her neck. Once or twice he thought that maybe she left it- after all, she could have picked it up in her mouth- but why would she? That put too much stock into an animalâs actions- and no matter how smart she might have been, there was no way she was like Nezu and had a higher intelligence than a normal cat. Since the key chase was over, there was no reason for you to let your cat out at night anymore, and he assumed thatâs why she no longer came around.
Aizawa stopped in his doorway as he returned from patrol, hearing a familiar meow. When he looked over his shoulder, he saw the housecat sitting underneath the streetlight, watching him. As he turned around, she daintily pranced over with soft, silent pawsteps until she was looking up at him right outside his door. He squatted down and offered his hand to her, smiling broadly when she pressed her cheek against his knuckles and passed her chin over his hand. She meowed again and reared up, placing her little paws on his knees and presenting her face to him. The hero chuckled and bowed his head to her, closing his eyes as he felt her whiskers tickle his face
âYou wanna come in again, kitty?â he asked, standing back up and looking down to the cat. She meowed at him again and stepped through his legs, pressing her side against his pants in the process. Without delay, the man- long exhausted by teaching and protecting- went into the kitchen to boil up a shrimp for his visitor as she wandered through his home. Once again, he placed it on his desk beside a bowl of water, then left her to take a shower.
When he returned, Aizawa dropped the towel he was using to dry his hair. The shrimp was untouched and the cat was nowhere to be found-
Instead, you sat on his bed, one leg crossed over the other, waiting for him. A light blush dusted your cheeks as you closed your eyes and looked away.
âYou⌠wore pants back the last time.â
â... and you must have been a cat the last time,â he mumbled as he pulled on his sweatpants. The bright pink surprised you more than his nudity when you looked back at him, and you looked away again- at anything but him.
âYouâre not surprised?â you asked after taking a deep breath and forcing yourself to look up at the hero. He held your eyes for a moment before leaning against the doorframe.
â... Yâknow, itâs been three weeks. I figured.. If you donât want my key, I would just ask for it back.â Your words came softly, with a fragility that caught you both by surprise. A silence settled between you as neither looked at the other.
âI thought it was an accident-â
âI guess you donât- wait what?â
The words came out together, and you both caught yourselves as one interrupted the other. For a few awkward seconds, you continued to cut each other off trying to insist the other continue speaking, until Aizawa finally just kept talking.
âI thought it was an accident, and that the key fell off while she- er, you- were sleeping. I didnât want to approach you and have you think I was just another person trying to marry you.â
You pressed a polite smile onto your lips and nodded at his explanation.
âI see. Um⌠Well, it was intentional, but if youâre not interested then thatâs okay and Iâll just get my key back.â The words came flatly and awkwardly for you, but you kept yourself together. It was uncommon for you to be rejected- itâd been years, really- but the feeling was the same. Your heart sunk a little, while your lips lifted into a forced smile. You watched as Aizawa took the key from a drawer in his desk, and took it when he handed it back to you.
âSorry for the intrusion,â you just barely mustered as your fingers closed around the key, looking down at your hand to avoid his gaze.
âItâs alright. You're⌠erm," he sighed softly. "You're a cute cat, but I'm ⌠not keen on dating one, soâŚâ he trailed off, awkwardly bringing his hand to the back of his neck.
âOh- uh, thatâs fine- I underst-â
âWait- no, that's- I-" Aizawa sighed in exasperation as you two started talking over each other again, and sat down beside you. "Just wait a second, (Y/N).
What I meant is⌠You're a cute cat- a damn cute one, honestly- but I donât want to date the cat I met, I want to know what you as a person are like. And I want to find that out without the pressure of what having the key meant.â
You glanced to the side at him, brows slightly furrowed as you tried to make heads or tails out of what he was trying to say. When your eyes met, he saw the perplexity in your expression and gave you a soft smile- the first one youâd seen exposing yourself as the cat.
âI appreciate that you trust me with your key, but Iâm afraid you got to know me better than I got to know you. So why donât we try this again on a proper date, and not 4:00am at my place?â
The hero gave you a soft and even sweet smile that brought a blush to your cheeks, and you couldnât look away from him as you nodded in agreement. He put on a sweater and offered his hand to help you from his bed, and escorted you home despite the hour and his fatigue. With each step, you two got to know each other just a little better and more sincerely- words no longer a barrier between a cat and a human now that you shared a common tongue as man and woman.
âAizawa?â Your voice stopped him at your doorway before he turned away. He reacted just like he did when he heard your little meows at first, and you smiled to yourself in seeing the similarity.
âWhat is it?â
His eyes followed you as you walked back to him, and for a moment, he looked even kinder and sweeter. You stepped in front of him, your chest nearly pressing against his, and slowly brought your hands to his cheeks. One of his hands followed yours and held your hand to his cheek as the other came to your waist. He leaned down as you drew his face to yours, and allowed your lips to meet his in a soft kiss.
âIâm glad I met you,â you whispered as he straightened back up, smiling at him before you disappeared inside.
I am, too.
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The Spirit Forged: A New Breed
Since Iâm going to be kind of busy for the foreseeable future, I donât know how much time Iâll have to actually write fanfiction. So for now, Iâm going to post outlines for the stories I do have in mind.
This right here is a prequel story to my current Spirit Forged fic, detailing how my OC Raiga came to be. If you have the time, read it and leave me a comment. I might actually write it out in full.
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¡        The story opens with a group of loggers in a forest at night; the trees are massive as they walk between them lit by lanterns. Deer-ox haul something massive on a cart, hidden by a tarp.
o  All the men are nervous as they hear a growl in the darkness. They scream as a large animal pounces on one. The carriage bolts as the rest of the men, wielding spears and earthbending, fight the creature, but are nearly defenseless in the dark.
o  The last man standing runs in terror as the creature watches him flee, eyes glowing sapphire in the dark.
¡        Aang and Katara visit the Eastern EK for a vacation, one of the few places they had left to see.
o  They are there to see the Immortal Forest, one of the oldest and nearly unchanged wilderness areas in the world.
o  Toph is busy with the metal bending academy.
o  Zuko is busy being Fire Lord, with the Kyoshi Warriors still acting as body guards.
o  Sokka is spending time with Suki for his vacation.
¡        Aang and Katara overhear a logger arguing with a businessman over how dangerous the forest is. The logger quits and the businessman, Shung, yells back that heâs replaceable like everyone else.
¡        Aang and Katara learn about mysterious attacks happening in the forests outside a developing city and decide to investigate.
o  The attacks have either been on lumberjacks or on travelers who strayed too far from the main paths into the forests.
¡        Some people claim itâs a spirit, others claim it to be bandits, some dismiss it as wild predators.
¡        They go investigate and meet the Zhang tribe in the forest.
¡        The Zhang claim it isnât them behind the attacks, but there have been territory disputes between them and the city folk over a specific spot in the forest.
¡        The Immortal Forest is rich with giant trees extremely suitable for lumber, but it is considered sacred. The Zhang believe only they are allowed in there, as this is their homeland. Anyone else who enters will be hunted down by Bao Hu Shou, the King of Beasts, unless they are brought in by a member of the tribe.
o  Bao Hu Shou is a lion-tiger spirit, one of the oldest and strongest, only surpassed by the likes of Raava and Vaatu.
o  Bao Hu Shou was the guardian deity of the Zhang in ancient times. It was said he protected the tribe from other spirits in the era before the Avatar and before bending.
o  Some legends say that Bao Hu Shou would grant his power to a worthy champion, called a Spirit Forged, who would aid in protecting the people and the lands from threats.
¡        The Zhang debate allowing the Avatar into the forest.
o  One of the Zhang objects, a burly man in his mid-20s named Grola, but another one, Raiga, argues to let the Avatar help clear their names.
o  Raiga has light brown hair styled into a mohawk, hazel eyes, dresses in brown hog monkey skins and wields twin daggers. He also carries gear for climbing trees. He is in his late teens and has many scars.
o  Grola shouts at and belittles Raiga, but the Zhang elder agrees with Raiga.
o  They perform a ritual to bless them.
¡        Raiga eagerly volunteers to be their guide. He is scrappy and hotheaded, but means well.
¡        They journey with Raiga through the forest and learn a bit about him.
o  Raigaâs father was an outsider, possibly a Water Tribe warrior who left the South Pole to fight the Fire Nation, and his mother was a sickly member of the Zhang. For most of his childhood he was scrawny and weak, called a runt by the others, but he has persisted and grew into a nimble scout and hunter.
o  Raiga was there at the Great Divide, but none of the gang remember him.
o  He has so many scars because he keeps throwing himself into danger, even though heâs not a great warrior. He is a good climber and decent hunter though.
o  Raiga proves to be somewhat annoying and overbearing, trying way too hard to become friends with Aang and Katara, though he seems to mean well. This makes it very hard for Aang and Katara to have any alone time.
¡        As night begins to fall, the group has an encounter with Bao Hu Shou. It knows they mean no harm, but tells them to leave anyway. It does not want any more humans in the forest.
o  Bao Hu recognizes Aang as the Avatar, and voices its disappointment; this is not the first time an Avatar has come to intervene. Humans have tried to exploit the forest for centuries, and Bao Hu has fought them off. Avatars in the past promised to keep humans out, but sooner or later humans would break the promise.
o  Bao Hu takes note of Raiga, who shows the spirit the utmost respect. Bao Hu allows them to pass through the forest for this.
o  Bao Hu is very old, and time has taken its toll on him. The shrinking of the forest and the loss of followers has caused him to lose much of his strength and power. Aang pleads to let him handle things, but Bao Hu ignores him and departs with one last warning to not linger too long.
¡        The group sets up camp for the night. In the middle of their sleep, they are ambushed by bandits. There is a fight and Raiga discovers the bandits are other Zhang tribe members, the ones who bullied him and are led by Grola. They have abandoned their traditions in order to turn a profit;
o  The Zhang bandits have made a deal with Shung to act as guides and security through the sacred forest so that they can brings heavy logging machinery in and chop down the trees for lumber.
o  One logging machine is a large mecha tank on treads with a massive chainsaw.
o  They offer Raiga a chance to join in on their scheme, but he refuses and fights back, but to no avail.
o  Grola pushes Raiga down the side of a cliff, providing a distraction as they flee from Aang and Katara who go searching for him.
¡        Raiga is fatally injured from the fall, but is found by Bao Hu Shou. Impressed by his audacity and determination, Bao Hu Shou offers to save Raigaâs life by merging with him.
o  Bao Hu knows that he has little time left on earth as the forests continue to shrink, but by merging, they can save both their lives and have the power to take back the forests.
o  With little else to lose, Raiga agrees, and Bao Hu Shou merges with Raiga, transforming him into a beast man with claws and fangs and a tail. Raigaâs body is healed, most of his scars vanishing, and he soon finds heâs been gifted with incredible strength, agility, and heightened senses.
¡        As Aang and Katara search for Raiga, they stumble upon the logging camp. They try to confront the loggers, but a fight ensues.
o  The Zhang fight like Jet, able to nimbly navigate the trees to fight. Others use logging machines to fight, like chains and saws and axes. Some are Earthbenders, who use their bending to uproot the stumps left behind.
o  The trees hamper Aang and Kataraâs ability to fight back; they donât want to destroy any trees, but the trees get in the way of their bending.
o  Katara has little water to work with, the roots prevent any major earthbending without knocking the trees over. Firebending is out of the question, as it could easily start a forest fire. Aangâs airbending skills are effective, but theyâre outnumbered and they can do little to stop the logging mech, which is piloted by Shung.
o  Eventually, both Aang and Katara are bound by chains and rope. Aang laments not learning metalbending, and he wonders if he needs to go into the Avatar state.
¡        The tide of battle turns when Raiga appears in his new form, to the shock of everyone.
o  Raiga begins to tear apart the loggers and the Zhang bandits, easily able to catch the ones in the trees and take them out one by one.
o  He breaks the chains holding Aang and Katara with sheer brute strength.
o  The last opponent standing is the logging mech. It tries to grapple Raiga with its claw arm, but Raiga is able to overpower it.
o  Raiga rips the mech to pieces, but leaves the trembling businessman when he sets his sights on Grola who tries to get away.
¡        High off the adrenaline and his new power, Raiga mercilessly attacks Grola, mauling him out of anger and vengeance for all the years of bullying he suffered.
¡        Aang and Katara are able to pull Raiga away before he can kill the leader, but Raiga has gone berserk, the spirit of Bao Hu Shou beginning to overwhelm his mind.
¡        Aang tries to calm Raiga down, but Raiga realizes what a monster heâs become and runs off into the forest, his roars echoing through the trees.
¡        Aang and Katara clean up whatâs left of the camp, and Aang declares that the sacred forest is completely off limits to all except the Zhang tribe, who promise to more vigilantly protect it.
¡        The tribe asks about Raiga, and Aang explains what happened with him and Bao Hu Shou. They say that Raiga has become Spirit Forged, but at a price; he has lost a piece of his humanity.
¡        Aang decides to try and find a technique to calm spirits. He will look to the past Avatars and learn of the toll Kuruk suffered from fighting spirits directly.
¡        We see Raiga standing on top of a cliff looking at the stars. He lets out a roar before vanishing into the night. This is not the last theyâve seen of him.
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There you have it. I did consider having Sokka in this, but then I thought the fewer characters to juggle the better.
I might consider having more stories with Raiga set during Aangâs time as the Avatar. Heâs basically immortal so he can show up at any time. Something eventually happens to him to make him go into the feral state heâs in by Korraâs time.
#Spirit Forged#The Spirit Forged#Raiga#Aang#Katara#fanfic#fan fiction#outline#Bao Hu Shou#Avatar#atla#Avatar The Last Airbender#OC#original character
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This is an AU where Peter is Tonyâs pet. I might write more, small bits of this later. But hereâs something to start with for now.
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Tony bought Peter on impulse, after watching the poor thing get slapped by an ungrateful and ugly man. Tony rushed up to the abuser and demanded to know how much the bastard had paid for Peter. Then he doubled it, took the ownership deed and Peter with him. So, here they were now, Peter sitting quietly at Tonyâs feet, sniffling softly. It had likely been overwhelming for the poor little pet. There were usually protocols when buying new pets, to allow them to adjust to new owners. Tony sighed and ran a hand over his face. Peter gazed up at him. âM-Master?â he asked.
âNone of that, now,â Tony said. âYou can call me Mr. Stark or Sir. Okay?â
âYes, Sir.â
Tony leaned down and tilted Peterâs head back. The boy was wearing an ugly brown leather collar. His skin around the collar was bright red with irritation â it was too tight. Tony reached forward to remove the offending article, but Peter flinched away. âIts okay,â Tony soothed, âIts okay. Iâm just going to take it off.â
Peter shivered as Tony removed the collar so inspect Peterâs wound more closely. The skin was pink and scarred over in places â Peter had been wearing tight collars for a long time. Tony hummed, âWell, weâre going to get you cleaned up and get that treated. And then weâll go home and get you into some more comfortable clothes.â
Peter nodded. Tony took Peterâs hand and pulled him to his feet. The boy clung to him and followed Tony out of the building. Tony hurried Peter into the waiting car, ignoring the look Happy gave him. Peter curled up on the seat and stared at the floor in front of him. Tony rested a hand on his back and rubbed the boyâs shoulders trying to be comforting. Peter was skittish, which was understandable â he was waiting for Tony to hurt him, like his previous owner had. Tony would do everything to convince Peter he has no intention of causing the boy pain. âTake us to the groomerâs Happy,â he said.
Happy simply nodded and drove off. When they arrived, Tony brought Peter inside and spoke to the women there detailing what he wanted for his new pet. He turned to Peter. âThese very nice ladies are going to clean you and bandage up your neck. I want you to listen to what they tell you, alright?â
Peter nodded. âYes, Mr. Stark,â he whispered.
âBe a good boy. Iâll be waiting for you when youâre done,â Tony said.
Tony was indeed waiting for Peter when the groomers were done. He had stepped out briefly to purchase something special for his new pet. He returned and was now shopping online for other essentials. Peter needed new clothing, shoes, and other household accessories â books, toys, movies, maybe?
Peter was escorted back into the waiting room, presented happily by the shop owner. âHere he is Mr. Stark,â she said.
Tony raked his eyes over Peter. The pet stood there, shifting his weight between his feet, worrying his lower lip with his teeth. They had trimmed his hair, perfect little brown curls just a bit shorter now. He was wearing light blue sweater, too large for him but it was adorable, and soft gray leggings. He was wearing slippers too, but that was standard for a grooming shop. There was a neat, gauze bandage around his throat too. âPerfect,â Tony complimented.
Peter blushed, pretty dusting of pink on his cheeks, and gave Tony a small smile. Tony beckoned him over. Peter was still nervous, but he quickly went to Tony. The man presented Peter with a silver box. Peter opened it and gasped. Tony had bought him a new collar â ivory colored leather, with a soft lining to avoid irritation on Peterâs neck. It had three small embedded opals and a gold tag that read: Property of Tony Stark.
âMr. StarkâŚâ Peter murmured, âItsâŚâ
âOne of many,â Tony said. âIâll buy you more if you like, but I feel we should make it more official. I donât want you wearing that ugly thing that hurt you anymore.â
Peter nodded. He took the collar out of the box and handed it to Tony. Peter lifted his chin as Tony put the collar on him. Tony kept it loose, to avoid hurting Peter any further.
âThank you, sir,â Peter said.
Tony smiled. âYouâre welcome, lovely.â
Tony paid the groomers and accepted the take home care package from them. He took Peter back to the car and told Happy to take them home. âPeter, thatâs Happy, my driver and bodyguard, and estate manager,â he said. âIf you ever need something, and canât find me, ask him.â
âOkay, Mr. Stark,â Peter said.
âHappy, Peter is just as important as me,â Tony said to the man. âHe needs something, you notify me. Keep him protected.â
âYou got it, boss,â the man said.
They arrived at the mansion and Tony took Peter inside. Peterâs eyes lit up with wonder as they entered. The place was huge compared to his last â compared to anywhere heâd ever been. âYou have free range of the house,â Tony said. âUnless doors are locked. Youâre not to leave the house unescorted. But you are welcome to the roam the garden as long as you notify someone. Â Iâll give you a full tour, but I think weâll start in the kitchen. Hungry?â
âI could eat, Sir,â Peter replied. âThis is all so amazing. I canât believe Iâm not dreaming.â
Peter followed Tony into the kitchen, still marveling at the house around him. They ate together â Peter made the meal, surprising Tony â and then Tony gave him a tour. He showed Peter the living area, dining room, sun room and green house, the master bedroom, study and library. He pointed out guest rooms and they designated Peter one for his own use. They ended the tour at Tonyâs workshop and attached garage.
He handed Peter a tablet in the workshop. âIâve got a couple of things to do, so youâre welcome to watch a movie or read,â he said.
He had Friday set up a pet safe mode on the tablet. Peter took it with a soft thank you and curled up on one of Tonyâs chairs to watch. Tony made a mental note to buy something more comfortable for Peter to have in the workshop. Tony could hear whatever Peter was watching and he let it become background noise to his work. He set up a mirror just to keep an eye on Peter, who kept stealing small glances at him. Tony kept himself busy, slowly becoming engrossed with his project. An hour or so later, he checked the mirror again, to find Peter still watching him, clearly interested in what he was doing. Peter quickly averted his gaze when Tony spun around in his chair to face the boy. âWant to see?â he asked.
âYes, please sir,â he replied.
Peter stood at Tonyâs side as the man explained what he was doing. Peter must have been educated at some point; he seemed to understand most, if not all, of what Tony had explained. Tony figured he would ask later. Tony took Peter back to the main house shortly after that. They had dinner, another meal prepared by Peter and Tony reminded himself to have groceries delivered. Then they retired to the living area. Tony put a movie on for Peter and played with his phone.
About halfway through the flick, Peter carefully crawled across the couch. âMr. Stark, sir?â
âYes, Peter?â he asked.
Peter hesitated for a moment, but Tony easily pulled the boy into his lap. He gently kissed Peterâs knuckles. âIs this what you wanted?â Tony asked.
âI⌠I wanted to thank you,â Peter said. âFor buying me⌠youâre so much more kind than anyone else who owned me.â
âThatâs sweet of you Peter,â Tony said, âYouâre welcome.â
âWill you⌠will you touch me, sir?â Peter asked, âOr I can touch you.â
Tony hadnât really planned on touching Peter so early on. He wanted to let his pet adjust. But Peter seemed eager to solidify their new positions. Tony dragged Peter closer, keeping his hands on the boyâs slim hips. He kissed Peter softly. Peter leaned into it, eagerly kissing back and whimpering into Tonyâs mouth. Tony slipped his hands up under the sweater Peter wore, and found the petâs nipples. Peter broke their kiss and moaned when Tony teased his nipples, gently tugging and flicking them.
âMr. Stark!â he whined.
âYouâre so pretty, Peter,â Tony whispered, âSo good for me, perfect little thing.â
Peter blushed, turning pink all the way to the tips of his ears. Tony grinned. Peter liked being praised, like most pets did. Tony pulled the boyâs sweater off and tossed to the side. He could see the outline of Peterâs dick under his leggings, the fabric damp with precum. âYou feel good baby?â Tony asked.
âYes, sir,â Peter said, âNever been touched like that beforeâŚâ
Tony felt a small rush of anger. No one had ever touched Peter like this before? Pets were meant to be played with and well loved. Peter caught the upset flash across Tonyâs face. The boy shivered just a bit. âM-Mr. Stark?â
âItâs okay, Peter,â Tony promised, âIâm going to make you feel even better.â
Before Peter could respond, Tony leaned forward and sucked one of the boyâs pink little nubs into his mouth. Peter gasped and gripped Tonyâs shoulders. âSir!â he cried. Tony could feel Peter writhing against him, hips rutting against him. Tony kept lapping at the nipple, nibbling and sucking on it to tease his little pet.
Peter whimpered when he switched to the other nipple. âI canât, Mr. Stark!â he pleaded. Tony ignored his cries and brought a hand up to tweak Peterâs exposed nipple. Peter keened, his whole body shaking. He ground his hips against Tonyâs, rubbing their clothed cocks together. His back arched and he came with a shout, ruining his leggings. Tony gave a final lick to Peterâs chest and leaned back. He held Peter in place, admiring the growing wet spot over the boyâs pants.
âIâm sorry, sir,â Peter panted, âPlease⌠donât be mad.â
âIâm not mad at you, Peter,â Tony assured, âI loved that.â
He kissed Peter again, slipping his tongue into the boyâs mouth with ease. Peter remained pliant and even moaned against Tonyâs actions. âYou donât have to ask to cum unless I say so before we start,â Tony explained.
Peter nodded. He placed a hand against Tonyâs abdomen. âI want your cum too, sir,â he murmured.
âOf course, baby boy,â Tony said. Peter slid off of Tonyâs lap and pushed his damp leggings to the floor. He sank to his knees as Tony opened his legs to allow Peter room to sit between them. Peter opened Tonyâs slacks â Tony helped him slide them down with his briefs. Peter immediately took Tonyâs cock in his mouth. He suckled the head, rolling his tongue in small circles over it. Tony hummed. Peterâs mouth was velvet and hot, his tongue moving expertly down the shaft of Tonyâs dick. Peter took him deeper, easily relaxing his throat. Tony watched the boyâs eyes flutter as he worked.
âFuck, Peter⌠thatâs it, thatâs good,â Tony groaned. Peter sucked just a bit harder at the praise, moaning around Tonyâs cock. He held the manâs balls, and gently squeezed them as he bobbed his head up and down. Tony could feel his orgasm growing; his pet was quite well trained. Peter no doubt felt the manâs balls tighten with imminent release, because he pulled back just slightly. He let his mouth drop open, tongue out under the tip of Tonyâs cock and began pumping Tony with both hands. Peter gazed up at Tony through his lashes, playing coy as he twisted his hands around the manâs dick.
Tony cursed again, and threw his head back. He came hard, thick ropes of it spilling down Peterâs willing throat and coating his face. Peter held his mouth open, waiting patiently for Tony to come back. Tony breathed in deeply and directed his attention to Peter, who was wiping cum from where it dripped onto his chest and licking his fingers. He swallowed what he could, staring directly at Tony.
âYouâŚâ Tony breathed. âGod, youâre such a perfect little thing.â
Peter smiled at him. âIt was good, Sir?â he asked.
âBest Iâve ever had,â Tony told him. He pulled Peter back into his lap. The boy curled up against his chest and sighed, content.
âLetâs get cleaned up, hm?â Tony asked.
âI can lick you clean, sir,â Peter offered.
âPeter,â Tony moaned. âI mean like a shower, so I can cool down. And we get the cum out of your hair. And then, when weâre in bed, Iâm going to officially make you mine.â
Peter sat up and glanced at him, confused. He touched the collar around his neck. âI thought it was official, Mr. StarkâŚâ He pouted.
Tony gave him a quick peck. âWell, I suppose,â Tony said, âBut Iâm still going to fuck that sweet little ass of yours. Make it mine, and mine alone. Since no oneâs ever touched you there before, right?â
Peter blushed again, this time a brilliant shade of red. âYouâll be the only one, sir,â he confirmed.
âGood,â Tony said. He stood up, lifting Peter with and headed for the master bath. Peter peppered kisses all over face as they walked, excited for the night ahead.
~~Fin~~
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New Grad Interview Tips
Yâall probably see this everywhere just from youtube and googling, but I really honestly hate the trend of watching videos to find out the information that I need.
So I decided to write out some of the things that I found, and worked for me in my interviews.
1. Research the facility
Most recruiters and hospitals know that new graduates are applying to a lot of places. Therefore, it stands out more when someone can say the facilityâs mission statement or state facts related to the facility like ranked #1 for certain specialty procedure.
When you incorporate aspects of their mission statement into your interview responses, it makes you more desirable as a candidate because you are displaying traits that are practiced at that facility.
But also, it shows them that you did put in a little more effort rather than just doing the bare minimum of filling out an application and hitting submit.
2. Use the STAR method of answering questions
You can google what this is.
As a new graduate nurse, most hospitals know you probably wonât have enough clinical knowledge for them to test you on patient scenarios and such. However, they do know that they can ask you behavioral questions to see how you will response in particular situations.
Nursing is a teamwork based profession whether you want to believe or not, and it is particularly crucial for critical care and ED units where people are expected to help others. These hiring and unit managers want to make sure that the person theyâre hiring will mesh well with the personalities in their units. They want to make sure that you are able to work with other people, acknowledge when youâre wrong, and provide feedback to let others know when they did an exceptional job.
3. Practice your interviews and have some interview answers written down
I wasnât nervous going into these interviews because I have a lot of experience interviewing in a corporate setting already for promotions. Iâve done group interviews, 1:1 interviews, panel interviews, you name it. Iâve done. But Iâm only this confident now because Iâve had so much experience in the past.
I know how to dress, what to say, because I have experience. But if you donât, you need to find someone who can help you practice so that you wonât be nervous in front of 1-10 strangers who are all asking you questions, and you need to learn tactics that help you refocus when youâre feeling overwhelmed. Ask someone that you TRUST to be honest with you when providing feedback otherwise you wonât know what your problem areas are and how to improve.
When you practice, you can recall answers easier. Donât write out paragraph responses, but outline the important parts of your answer so that you can easily string together events to formulate a response.
4. ASK QUESTIONS.
Towards the end of the interview, the interviewer will ask do you have questions. You need to ask questions. This shows that you were paying attention, researched their facility, and have topics that you want to know more details in!
Even if itâs only 3-4 questions, you still need to ask. Arenât sure what to ask? Hereâs a few:
What kind of patient population/cases are seen on this unit? What kind of opportunities are present for continued growth and development? Who will be my resource other than the preceptor? What is your managing style? How would you give feedback to someone who made a mistake? What do you think is the best trait for a new grad to have to be successful on your unit?
These kinds of questions give you insight to the unit and to management that may expose potential yellow or red flags that were not shown during the initial interview process.
5. Bring a notepad, planner, or folio for notes.
You donât need to write something down everytime someone talks. But you should be taking notes through the interview on crucial information like unit patient population, how orientation done, and etc., so that you can go back and compare units and facilities after receiving offers.
Also, this shows the interviewers that you are LISTENING and INTERESTED.
6. Try to relax.
Yes, interviews are extremely stressful, and you feel like you just have to land this position for your #1 choice or else your life is a failure.
HOWEVER, many of these people are trying to get a feel for your personality and how you deal under pressure. They want to make sure you wonât crumble, and being relaxed during an interview shows that youâre prepared and can handle stress. When youâre relaxed, youâre less likely to stumble over your words and make mistakes. Typically when youâre anxious, you tend to make a mistake, get flustered and make more mistakes which leads to more anxiety and so on.
7. Treat every interview as a learning experience.
Didnât get the offer? No problem, it happens.
If you can, email them asking why you were turned down so you know what you can focus on. You should also take some time to reflect on your own interview to see what you couldâve done better to bring that to your next interview.
If youâre interviewing from home, record your interview in private so that you can rewatch. Interviewing at the facility? A little more difficult, but use your note pad to write down notes immediately afterwards while things are still fresh in your mind!
#nursingstudent#studentnurse#student nurse#nursing student#newgrad#new grad#newgradinterview#nursinginterviewtips#nursingstudentinterview#interviewtips
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So, yes, itâs Labor Day here in the US, a national holiday. Many companies would therefore give today off to their employees, but since every day is a holiday here at Onyx Path, we had our usual Monday Meeting today, and work continues apace.
Of course, the second part of our MMN Blog title today comes from the fact that the Scion: Demigod 2e Kickstarter has been just crashing through the Stretch Goals after funding in 75 minutes! Weâre all really thrilled and grateful to all of our backers for showing such fantastic support!
Putting the two together, I thought that a change of pace today that showed how some labor was done to create the elements for Scion: Demigod might be appropriate. And since I did some of that labor, I figure itâs on me to step up today and delve into the creation process for one of our latest Scion pantheon symbols.
This one is for the Apu, the Incan pantheon.
Itâs usually after the writing is pretty well finalized, but not necessarily developed, that Iâll ask the project developer for notes on whichever part of the project needs a symbol. In the case of Scion, our writing and dev teams do such a deep dive into the pantheons that I could get overwhelmed just reading through the text, so in addition to letting me read that, I also ask for any ideas they might have for symbols and elements appropriate to the pantheon.
Sometimes I get easily usable ideas, and other times the needs of a visual project mean that I have to dig a bit deeper myself. In the case of the Apu, my notes scrawled on my note pad included: âgolden sun disc (with link)â, âstepped pyramidâ, âstone and goldâ, âorder/stabilityâ, âCuscoâ, âblack and white llamasâ.
I was good to go with the golden sun disc, and checked to see if any of the previous Scion symbols I designed went down that same visual direction. None did, so using that big hit of gold as the centerpiece became the start for the symbol. I originally considered using the foliage motif similar to what I did for the Aztec pantheon symbol as a background and surrounding next for the gold disc, but that did seem too close to other symbols and for me it just didnât feel Incan enough.
Which is a big part of what makes these Scion symbols work, they have to feel appropriate to the pantheon. Which means weâre in the realm of the subjective, as what feels right to me may not feel right to you. But thatâs the chance you take, because these are Scion symbols and they have to touch us, mean something to us, at least a bit, or weâre missing the point of the setting/game. All the raw data in the world about what should be included doesnât help if most people arenât connecting with that symbol.
That led me to hit the books. Yes, actual books. If I know what I want, finding 1500 images that I can use as reference for that thing is a snap with a Google search, but if Iâm still looking for visuals that connect with me, then online searching just doesnât work for me as well as paging through books about a culture. I donât know whatâs on the next page, which is the point.
One of the things I picked up on, was how striking the textiles still are in areas weâd consider Incan. Which started a whole different idea about how the color could and should work for this symbol. Bird feathers as decoration, and returning to one of the writerâs suggestions, the Incan knotted rope language called quipu. I had wanted to use it but didnât have a way to keep the ropes and knots legible in the symbol, but with a bright textile background holding everything together, I could bring the quipu back into play.
Hereâs my rough ideas page, the Apu symbol at top right representing the first pass, and the one lower left coming after I did more research:
From the rough sketch, where Iâm looking at what elements can be arranged in what pattern, and where Iâm thinking about but not putting down the color yet, Iâll draw out the various elements on bristol board in ink â usually with technical pens rather than anything that would give a varying line. We just need an even line.
A lot of time, if I know I want an image the same on both sides, or top and bottom, then Iâll just draw the one side and copy/flip/combine in Photoshop after scanning. The knotted ropes are on a separate page, as they required the whole sheet so I could draw them with enough detail.
Like I mentioned, these drawings get scanned in, and are really used as raw materials to copy and paste from when I start to make the whole symbol in Photoshop. Each element in the design gets its own layer, and that layer is set to Multiply in the layer menu. That way, the darkest lines stay dark, but anything in a layer âunderâ our line art shows through. This will become clearer when you see how the color goes in, but hereâs just the line art all piled on top of each other:
At this point, itâs time to get color in there, and in this specific symbol, itâs also time to get the patterning into the Incan textile. Some of the colors only show up when the overall color is on there, so donât worry if it seems like some of the symbols arenât there. They are on layers that I did different layer types, like Multiply from before:
I also used the same colors for the fringe along the bottom and just drew those in loosely knowing the overall color would fall in between the other colors. Each instance of the bird symbol is on its own layer so that I could play around with size, position, layer effects, and color. I was going more for energy with the positioning and a certain lack of perfect positioning to replicate the hand-crafted nature of the textile.
Next, here it is with the red overall color. I spent a lot of time playing with the color controls to get the red I wanted, and then tweaked almost all of the little bird symbols to have their colors work with the red:
While some of the birds are now showing up, you can see a few blank spots in there. Donât worry, those wonât show up once the other item layers get colored in.
This was good, but the thing was, it didnât feel like fabric to me. And thatâs what I wanted to really play up â the texture of the textile! I could have scanned in a cloth texture, or found one online, but in this case I went with combining layer effects and filters. Iâd tell you what I did if I could remember, but hereâs what it looked like without the red layer behind it:
Iâm going to jump ahead here, and give you a step by step look at the big gold disk as itâs layers are painted in, but just assume that whatever I tell you about the disk, I already did in sort of the same sequence for the knotted ropes and the feathered headdress. I also started thickening the line stroke around objects to give them more heft and set them visually into the whole symbol. More on that later.
So hereâs the first color for the disk, a dark golden brown:
Hereâs where it really gets fun and painterly. The next layer is just yellow, with the Photoshop brush set on soft-round and at something like 25% transparency. With the lines already setting up the shapes, I just zoomed in and put yellow in keeping the brightest areas towards where the light was supposed to be hitting the disk (more from below than the traditional light from above):
Looking at it at this point, it didnât pop enough. So I copied the yellow layer and set it to Multiply or the like and the doubled up yellow hit what I was looking for. It didnât show up much when I was putting these sequential layer graphics together, but itâs that sort of subtle coloring that gives it the 3D look we need:
And here goes the last highlight on the gold, which was a lot closer to white to really get a bit of sparkle, plus I also created a shadow effect in two layers so that the disk would feel more like it is on top of the other elements. We want that gold disk to be the big popping thing from this graphic, and it needs to be strong to outshine the colors of the textile:
You can also see that I made the outer edge line much thicker than the others inside the symbol, so weâd have a strong edge to it so it could stand out on the page like the previous Scion symbols. Although, to be faaaair, I did reduce that thickness where the knotted ropes break out of the bottom. The ropes were being engulfed by the outline visually, plus, thereâs a whole âlanguage will be freeâ sort of thing going on there.
Hope you enjoyed this little look at the labor (or labour, as Matthew, James, and Ian would say) behind one of these pieces. It really is a labor of love, though, and it is so great when folks really respond to them.
Because this blog was so art heavy, here are your usual pieces of art from upcoming projects all together at the end!
V5 Let the Streets Run Red art by Sam Araya
Terra Firma art by Gregor Pedrycz
Hope you donât mind the extra art here, but they really do illustrate our
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Kickstarter!
Scion Demigod Second Edition funded last week in 75 minutes and is headed strongly to 300% funding, having blown through all sorts of Stretch Goals! Check it out if you havenât already:
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Onyx Path Media!
This week: The Titanically Talented Trio of Terrible Terrificness discuss Stumbles, Errors, and How To Avoid Them! Theyâll be looking at all sorts of fumbles and bumbles they and others have made while putting together game books!
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The Story Told RPG Podcast gets top billing this week due to their excellent, in-depth interview with developer Neall Raemonn Price regarding the currently on Kickstarter Scion: Demigod! Check it out and learn some of the ins and outs of Scion:Â https://thestorytold.libsyn.com/episode-61-scion-demigod-interview-with-neall-price
Weâve got lots of Scion: Demigod actual plays coming in the next few weeks, with the first starting this week by Vorpal Tales! Keep watching this section for more Scion: Demigod games!
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This week on Twitch, expect to see these games and streams running:
Scarred Lands â A Family Affair
Technocracy Reloaded â Vorpal Tales
Scion: Demigod â Vorpal Tales
Danielleâs RPG Development Workshop
Hunter: The Vigil â Cold Cases Forsaken Spaces
Changeling: The Dreaming â The Last Faerie Tale
Mage: The Awakening â Occultists Anonymous
Vampire: The Masquerade â Boston by Night
Chronicles of Darkness â Tooth and Claw
Deviant: The Renegades â A Cautionary Tale
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Come take a look at our YouTube channel, youtube.com/user/theonyxpath, where you can find a whole load of videos of actual plays, dissections of our games, and more, including:
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Scarred Lands â Surprise Meatgrinder! â https://youtu.be/iqiIEsvIslE
Scarred Lands â Purge of the Serpentholds â S1E14 â https://youtu.be/Ie-rITGhaAs
Hunter: The Vigil â Uptown Shadows Episode 4 â https://youtu.be/2qdLBpMu0lE
Realms of Pugmire â Paws and Claws S2E14 â https://youtu.be/ZcSdsNK-VI0
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Tom Murr continues with his amazing They Came from Beneath the Sea! audio drama over on his YouTube channel!
Radio ReScience Episode 2: Military Entanglement, can be found right here:Â https://youtu.be/qiTprIriV7YÂ
And Episode 3: Spycraft is here: https://youtu.be/qqS5rM3GA5A
Systematic Understanding of Everything is a new Exalted Explainer Podcast by Exalted Dev Monica Speca and Exalted Writer Chazz Kellner that is breaking down Creation in 45 minute chunks in preparation for Exalted Essence.
Their most recent episodes are available over on https://www.exaltcast.com/, with their newest covering the stunning terrifying Abyssals!
The Story Told Podcast continues their Fall of Jiara Exalted chronicle, and you can find their newest episode right here: https://thestorytold.libsyn.com/fall-of-jiara-25
Our good friend The Primogen concluded his Changeling: The Lost actual play a couple of months ago, and has kindly assembled a useful playlist of every single episode. Go give his excellent tale, Littlebrook Reunion, a watch: https://www.youtube.com/playlist?list=PL2GEMzqGEGIg6pT79zt-FyFYoPjzn8YM5
GMS Magazine produced a review of Dystopia Rising: Evolution over on their channel! https://youtu.be/Q0Ih1KkUhS0
Hereâs a blast from the past: last year, Tabletop Spotlight reviewed Monarchies of Mau for us. If youâre interested in some in-depth views of this corner of the Realms of Pugmire, please give their video a watch:Â https://youtu.be/gV48x2eQMU4
Vorpal Tales assembled their playlist of They Came from Beyond the Grave! actual play episodes as well, and you can find all six of the episodes of this series right here:Â https://www.youtube.com/playlist?list=PL9fUj4KdqE4BTnVZv9pZUkSk7GpwnyKXG
Please check these out and let us know if you find or produce any actual plays of our games! Weâd love to feature you!
Electronic Gaming!
As we find ways to enable our community to more easily play our games, the Onyx Dice Rolling App is live! Our dev team has been doing updates since we launched based on the excellent use-case comments by our community, and this thing is awesome! (Seriously, you need to roll 100 dice for Exalted? This app has you covered.)
Weâre told that the App Dev is currently creating an updated version for the latest devices, so keep an eye open for those!
Virtual TableTop!
Introducing a Virtual Tabletop adventure: the Gauntlet of Spiragos for Scarred Lands on Astral TableTop!
Scars of the Divine War, which ended less than 200 years ago, have still not healed. One such scar is the Chasm of Flies, a rent in the earth created when the titan Spiragos the Ambusher was smote down by one of the young gods, Vangal the Ravager. Now, the Chasm is inhabited by spider-eye goblins and their spider allies, but it is also thought to be the resting place of powerful artifacts from that elder age.
Gauntlet of Spiragos is a Scarred Lands adventure designed for 1st level characters, although it can be easily modified for characters of up to 5th level.
Astral TableTop is the easiest way to play any tabletop RPG online, free. Astral already supports popular systems like D&D and Pathfinder, and Astral can support virtually any tabletop roleplaying game. Get started quickly with built-in support for most popular game systems. Whether youâre brand new to TTRPGs or a veteran tabletop gamer, Astralâs ease-of-use and built in automation is designed to streamline gameplay.
Astral is browser-based and uses the latest technology to streamline your storytelling experience. Connect with your party online and run your campaigns however you like. Astral offers tools optimized for phone, tablet, and desktop devices, no installation required.
Build epic battlemaps using Astralâs enormous collection of scenery, props, and tokens or upload your own. Pro users gain access to over 12,000+ assets and fresh new packs every month. Add weather, visual effects, triggers, and so much more with easy-to-use tools
Build your own adventure, or choose from pre-generated game kits like Gauntlet of Spiragos. Create character sheets, craft maps, or just jump right in to connect with your friends and start your adventures!
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On Sale This Week!
This Wednesday, the PDF and physical card PoD versions of three decks of magic Items for use in Scarred Lands go on sale on DTRPG!
Conventions!
Though dates for physical conventions are subject to change due to the current COVID-19 outbreak, hereâs whatâs left of our current list of upcoming conventions (and really, weâre just waiting for this last one to be cancelled even though itâs Nov/Dec). Instead, keep an eye out here for more virtual conventions weâre going to be involved with:
PAX Unplugged: https://unplugged.paxsite.com/
Weâre still waiting on word for this one, as a TTRPG publisher we werenât included in the companies contacted for PAXâs virtual con replacing their usual electronic gaming con(s).
And now, the new project status updates!
Development Status from Eddy Webb! (Projects in bold have changed status since last week.):
First Draft (The first phase of a project that is about the work being done by writers, not dev prep.)
Exalted Essay Collection (Exalted)
The Devoted Companion (Deviant: The Renegades)
Prometheus Unbound (was Psi Orders) (Trinity Continuum: Aeon)
No Gods, No Masters (Scion 2nd Edition)
Scion Fiction Anthology (Scion 2nd Edition)
TC: Aeon Novella: Dawn (Trinity Continuum: Aeon)
TC: Aeon Novella: Meridian (Trinity Continuum: Aeon)
Legacies of Earth (Legendlore)
Redlines
Dragon-Blooded Novella #2 (Exalted 3rd Edition)
CtL 2e Novella Collection: Hollow Courts (Changeling: The Lost 2e)
Squeaks In The Deep (Realms of Pugmire)
Trinity Continuum: Anima
Second Draft
Many-Faced Strangers â Lunars Companion (Exalted 3rd Edition)
Hundred Devilâs Night Parade (Exalted 3rd Edition)
Novas Worldwide (Trinity Continuum: Aberrant)
Exalted Essence Edition (Exalted 3rd Edition)
Saints and Monsters (Scion 2nd Edition)
M20 Technocracy Operativeâs Dossier (Mage: The Ascension 20th Anniversary)
Wild Hunt (Scion 2nd Edition)
Adversaries of the Righteous (Exalted 3rd Edition)
Development
TC: Aberrant Reference Screen (Trinity Continuum: Aberrant)
Across the Eight Directions (Exalted 3rd Edition)
Contagion Chronicle: Global Outbreaks (Chronicles of Darkness)
Exigents (Exalted 3rd Edition)
Assassins (Trinity Continuum Core)
Kith and Kin (Changeling: The Lost 2e)
V5 Forbidden Religions (Vampire: The Masquerade 5th Edition)
Trinity Continuum: Adventure! core (Trinity Continuum: Adventure!)
M20 Rich Bastardâs Guide To Magick (Mage: The Ascension 20th Anniversary)
Manuscript Approval
Crucible of Legends (Exalted 3rd Edition)
Dystopia Rising: Evolution Fiction Anthology (Dystopia Rising: Evolution)
Contagion Chronicle Ready-Made Characters (Chronicles of Darkness)
The Clades Companion (Deviant: The Renegades)
V5 Children of the Blood (was The Faithful Undead) (Vampire: The Masquerade 5th Edition)
Post-Approval Development
M20 Victorian Mage (Mage: the Ascension 20th Anniversary Edition)
Mission Statements (Trinity Continuum: Aeon)
Editing
Lunars Novella (Rosenberg) (Exalted 3rd Edition)
Mummy: The Curse 2nd Edition core rulebook (Mummy: The Curse 2nd Edition)
Playerâs Guide to the Contagion Chronicle (Chronicles of Darkness)
TC: Aberrant Jumpstart (Trinity Continuum: Aberrant)
LARP Rules (Scion 2nd Edition)
The Book of Lasting Death (Mummy: The Curse 2e)
Scion: Dragon (Scion 2nd Edition)
Scion: Demigod (Scion 2nd Edition)
Dearly Bleak â Novella (Deviant: The Renegades)
N!ternational Wrestling Entertainment (Trinity Continuum: Aberrant)
Under Alien Skies (Trinity Continuum: Aeon)
Dead Manâs Rust (Scarred Lands)
V5 Trails of Ash and Bone (Vampire: The Masquerade 5th Edition)
Post-Editing Development
W20 Shattered Dreams Gift Cards (Werewolf: The Apocalypse 20th)
Cults of the Blood Gods (Vampire: The Masquerade 5th Edition)
Hunter: The Vigil 2e core (Hunter: The Vigil 2nd Edition)
Trinity Continuum: Aberrant core (Trinity Continuum: Aberrant)
Deviant: The Renegades (Deviant: The Renegades)
Legendlore core book (Legendlore)
One Foot in the Grave Jumpstart (Geist: The Sin-Eaters 2e)
Masks of the Mythos (Scion 2nd Edition)
They Came From Beyond the Grave! (They Came From!)
Heirs to the Shogunate (Exalted 3rd Edition)
Indexing
Art Direction from Mike Chaney!
In Art Direction
Tales of Aquatic Terror â ADâd.
WoD Ghost Hunters (KS) â KS page to Paradox for approval.
Hunter: The Vigil 2e
Mummy 2
Deviant â ADâd.
Legendlore
Technocracy Reloaded â ADâd.
Cults of the Blood God â Artists chugging along.
Scion: Dragon (KS)
Masks of the Mythos (KS) â Fulls recontracted.
Scion: Demigod (KS)
They Came From Beyond the Grave! (KS)
TC: Adventure! (KS)
Geist: One Foot In the Grave â Artists are working.
Contagion Chronicle Jumpstart (Chronicles of Darkness) â Breakdown brokedown.
In Layout
Yugmanâs Guide to Ghelspad
Vigil Watch
Trinity Core Jumpstart
Aberrant â Layout done with the power section. Art still coming in.
Proofing
Cavaliers of Mars: City of the Towered Tombs
Yugmanâs Guide Support Decks (Scarred Lands)
TC Aeon Terra Firma â Sent back to Josh, looking good.
V5 Let the Streets Run Red â 2nd proof out this week.
At Press
TCFBTS Screen and Booklet â Files at press.
They Came from Beneath the Sea! â Shipping from printer to KS fulfiller.
Pirates of Pugmire â Shipping from printer to KS fulfiller.
Pirates of Pugmire Screen â Files at press.
Dark Eras 2 â Files printing.
Dark Eras 2 Screen and booklet â Files at press.
Contagion Chronicle â Press prep, PoD files uploaded and ordered.
Contagion Chronicle Screen and Booklet â Files at press.
Lunars Wall Scroll Map â Shipping to KS fulfiller from printer.
Lunars Screen and Booklet â Files at press.
Lunars: Fangs at the Gate â Prepping files for PoD and press.
Scarred Lands Creature Collection â Shipping from printer to KS fulfiller.
Sunken Bones â Pugmire pirate adventure â Errata collecting from Backer PDF.
Titanomachy â Errata collecting from Advance PDF.
Magic Item Decks 1-3 (Scarred Lands) â PDF and PoD card versions on sale at DTRPG and DriveThruCards this Wednesday!
Todayâs Reason to Celebrate!
Labor Day! Traditional end of Summer and start of the school year holiday in the US. Except, of course, now the school year starts before Labor Day and anyway, everybody is in virtual school, and Get Off My Lawn!
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Fodlan Holy Grail War (Chapter 1)
Characters present: Edelgard, Dimitri, Claude, Hubert, Ferdinand, Petra, Dorothea, Bernadetta, Caspar, Linhardt, Ingrid, Felix, Sylvain, Dedue, Mercedes, Annette, Ashe, Leonie, Lorenz, Lysithea, Raphael, Ignatz, Hilda, Marianne, Rhea, Flayn, Seteth, Catherine, Hanneman, Manuela, Byleth Pairings: Felix x Annette, slight Hilda x Marianne, very slight Edelgard x f!Byleth (Edeleth)
A/N: So... this is a lengthy chapter... and I didnât expect to become lengthy. Most of my old chapters in my old series range between 3k - 5k maximum. This? It was 6.8k+. It burnt me out, lol. However, I had fun sticking as many characters as I possibly can for the first chapter! Hope you all enjoy this. :) I had fun writing it.Â
Previous Chapter: Prologue Next Chapter:Â Chapter 1
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âI hope my kid gets in.â
âHeâs a commoner. You know they only enlist the richest of the rich.â
âAre you sure about that? There are some students who arenât from nobility.â
âYeah, but they have to have a Crest.â
âThatâs wrong.â
âNo, youâre wrong. They need to have the Crest.â
âMy daughter will find a worthy partner!â
âYouâve got to be kidding me. Why not just marry her off to some rich noble?â
âMy grandchildrenâs future would be secured if they get in.â
âI can finally find a worthy opponent.â
âIâll never get inâŚâ
âCheers!â
Commoners and nobilities mingled and exchanged powerful wishes and lamentations unto each other. Whether they spoke to those that wear their aromatic perfumes in large dosage or to those that wore nothing more than tattered rags, they chirped and frolicked like birds. It was as if a festival bloomed in all three nations simultaneously. Celebrations and haughty statements were tossed around like playthings. Anxiety and tears shed from the inevitable truths. Anticipations gnawed at their mangled souls.
Everyone knew what this month entails. Every five years, on the Guardian Moon (January), a letter from the archbishop would be sent to prospective students throughout the continent. Wings fluttered about over the population. Bells chimed in the background to signal the start of sunset. Stray feathers lazily descended upon the land from the orange sky. Children would squeal and leap, their hands outstretched to catch the pure object, the adults staring intently at the flock like predators. Many elders sunk to their knees, their clasped hands violently trembled, prayers muttered with incredible speed.
All for an invitation to Garreg Mach Monastery.
Its name easily rolls off from oneâs tongue. Not more than 50 years had passed when the holy institution was instated as an academy for the continent, yet it managed to pridefully puff its chest. It is a prestigious academy so many yearned to attend. Only the best of the best was considered. After all, the monastery welcomed its gifted students with open arms for opportunities they would never get anywhere else. Future leaders and heroic warriors were products of the schoolâs program. Not a single student dropped out of each academic term. Everything must glisten in gold. Accepting mediocrity would sully their pristine image.
The Adrestian Empire, the Holy Kingdom of Faerghus, and the Leicester Alliance were invited to send over their best civilians. Letters were mailed out by white owls to potential candidates; details about the invitations and academic programs sunk its sweet tooth into their recipients.
âLooks like things are about to get serious,â the brown-haired grinned, his scroll crinkled in his grip. He glanced at the wide-eyed bird. Still smiling, he slid over to his right, his hand outstretched to the thin utensil. âIt doesnât hurt to spend five years in training.â
It was as if he had outlined his course of action down cold. Hesitation was never his middle name, anyway. Past the basked warmth of his private quarters, into the corridor, Hilda peered from the corner like a Peeping Tom. Hark, she was not the only person guilty! Various members arched their neck, their head, their ears craving for delicious news.
Claude von Riegan snagged a nearby feathered pen on his desk. The young lad dipped its tip into an inkpot and fluidly circled his response on the smoothed letter. His wrist haphazardly flicked within seconds for a signature.
Submission of his response granted him the role of House Leader for the Golden Deer House from the Leicester Alliance. Hilda, Raphael, Ignatz, Marianne, Lysithea, Leonie, and Lorenz were chosen by the Church of Seiros to follow him that fateful day.
âMy Lord, will you be going?â
Another young male held the letter. He shifted the crinkled paper, his bright hues aimed at his closest friend. Dedueâs inquiry caused a soft hum to sing from the blonde. At that same moment, the owl tilted its head, a soft coo harmonic.
âI will,â he twirled the feathered pen, his lips firmed, and his voice solemn. âIf this will let me redeem the Holy Kingdom of Faerghus to its former glory, then I will attend.â
Dimitri Alexandre Blaiddyd pressed his utensil unto the thick parchment. There was a circular motion of his wrist, and, shortly afterward, zig-zagged it for a signature.
Submission of his response granted him the role of House Leader for the Blue Lions House from the Holy Kingdom of Faerghus. Felix, Sylvain, Ingrid, Ashe, Dedue, Mercedes, and Annette were chosen by the Church of Seiros to follow him that fateful day.
âEverything is falling in place,â the white-haired grimaced, her fingertips unsteadily smoothing amongst the moist palms. âI must accept the invitation.â
âAre you certain, Lady Edelgard?â
Hubert stood in her shadows. Noâ he is her shadow. His second posture flickered in time with the lonesome candle. She completely unfolded the scroll to the owlâs supervision. The feathered ally blinked once. She nodded. Then, the young gentleman rested a hand on his chest, the darkness discoloring the smooth beauty of his porcelain pale skin. He bowed deeper than any loyal retainer would to their lord.
Edelgard von Hresvelg stroked the application with grace and delicacy. Weaves danced upon the page in a singular motion of her wrist.
Submission of her response granted her the role of House Leader for the Black Eagles House from the Adrestian Empire. Dorothea, Petra, Hubert, Ferdinand, Caspar, Linhardt, and Bernadette were chosen by the Church of Seiros to follow her that fateful day.
Everything has been set into stone. Owls hooted their final call to the upcoming students, their wings flapped in tempo. Edelgard, Dimitri, and Claude watched from high above, their pupils directed at the glistening land. The white bird was soon nothing more than a dot in the vast, orange sky. They shifted the weight on their feet, their grip tightening on the opened window's edge, their eyelids fluttered from the pleasant breeze flowing parts of their locks, all conducted simultaneously in a symphony. Now, the students must wait for the Great Tree Moon (April).
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Harpstring Moon (May). It has been one month since their arrival; one month at the famous Garreg Mach Monastery. Lengthy orientations and settlement were slowing to a standstill. Booming chatters and flurried excitement comfortably dipped into dignified and refined tranquility. Almost everyone had familiarized themselves with their surroundings and colleagues. Those that did not would quickly catch up.
Lady Rhea, standing in her bedroom, slowly exhaled. Birds chirped in volumes that penetrated the glassed barrier, their small bodies soaring to everlasting freedom. Tisâ the season for Spring to reach the finishing line. Their eventual retirement would pave way for the new, blistering season. She blinked. Both of her hands were raised, fingers intertwined, palms impressed, and head lowered; her silent prayers ushered into nothingness.
âLady Rhea, how are you faring?â
Seteth stood at the doorway. Rigidity colored his posture, his bright hues gently lay to rest upon the holy maidenâs figure, to which it was drummed with the afternoon heat. She remained still and unmoving from her prayer. The same could not be said about her thin lips, its movement as casual as it could get.
âYou need not worry about me, Seteth, but I am well.â
âI see.â
âHow are the students?â
The songs from those birds increased in frequency. Melodies tinkered to their eardrums, their notes bouncing about within their heart, their natural passion embracing their souls. Seteth smiled in response.
âNoisy as ever.â
He could only use euphemism to describe it all.
The first month was beyond hectic. âNoisyâ hardly captured the real image. Light tremors reverberated throughout the monastery. Overwhelming energy eradicated the lonesome premise once home to mere foot soldiers and bodyguards. Everyone had their eyes on each other. Crowâs feet were an epidemic as they exchanged formal greetings; some informal, such as Mercedes and Annette, where friendly hugs and kisses were given and received. An aromatic smoke wafted from the large cafeteria, sucking the populationâs majority into its already-crowded site, the hopes of alleviating the chaos from outside.
âH-Hey! Linhardt, why arenât you letting me grab thirds?!â Casparâs reach trembled, his sight glued to the meaty target. âIâm really hungry!â
âDid you forget that there are other students in line after you?â Linhardt shook his head. âWe need to leave some for them.â
âItâs a first-come, first-serve basis.â
âNo, itâs not.â
âIâm going to starve!â
âYou will not.â
âYes, I will!â
âI suggest you change your eating habits then. It wonât hurt missing one drumstick from your diet.â
âLINHARDT!â
It is unfortunate traffic began to jam from the inside, its chaotic nature having shifted to a new location.
âOi, are you both done yet?â
Felix felt his vein bulge from his head, his piercing eyes sparing no one. His metallic tray gloried its empty content before the bickering duo. Their shoulders slumped as their jaws clamped. Caspar would normally argue. It was his nature to counter a sharp response with another sharp response, albeit slightly weaker. Yet his blood stiffened at the sight. Linhardt shook his head again.
âOh dear⌠Itâs time we find a seat.â
An apology was delivered swiftly to his doorstep and they promptly removed themselves from the counter. The young male rubbed a couple of fingers against his temple, a huff escaping.
âThank God theyâre gone. Theyâre so annoying.â
âFelix, you shouldnât say that!â Annette popped her head in with a bow. She gazed upon the sword-wielder with puffed cheeks. âBesides, theyâre just getting food.â
âThey were holding up the line, Ann.â
âYou couldâve asked them politely.â
âWell, itâs too late for that now.â
âI think you should change your scary expression.â
âOh, really?â
âI admit, itâs not as scary as Dimitri, but you should really smile more often.â
He scoffed. Felix plopped a chunk of sliced steak onto his newly placed plate riddled with greeneries and bread. His eyes slanted, turned towards Annette, and proceeded to drop a large quantity of meat onto her plate, despite her earlier objections.
âI would never be like the Boar Prince.â
âIf you say so. I still think you should smile more in public.â
ââŚâ
âFelix?â
âAnnette,â the two have stepped away from the elongated counter, swooped down to press his lips upon her cheek. It left a tingly aftermath on Annetteâs rosy cheeks, her feet tangled from an accidental crooked misstep. Felix freed one hand and intercepted her fall. Their faces were in short proximity, their breaths puffed amongst each otherâs skin. Flames sharply ignited their skin with a roar as he whispered, âI want to shower you and only you with my smiles.â
âF-FelixâŚâ
âWow~ Take it to the bedroom, you two.â
Felix and Annette snapped their heads up. Seated from one of the tableâs end, Leonie, Hilda, Marianne, and Ashe watched the two interact. Hilda smirked, her tongue holding no restraint. Besides her, the weary blue-haired student anxiously tugged on the pink-hairedâs sleeve. Inaudible utters tumbled out of her parted lips, her pleas unheard by the female. As for Ashe and Leonie, they did their best to eat in silence, yet their ears perked for worthwhile events. Felix narrowed his eyes.
âYou got a lot of nerve saying that to us, Hilda.â
âFelixââ
âRelax, Ann, Iâm not going to hurt her.â
He approached the sitting Golden Deer. Though his hands were occupied, his mouth was not, and he happily made use of it. Verbiage intent on reprimanding filled the silent void Hilda purposely created. She plopped her chin on the palm of her hand, unblinking, and possibly bored out of her mind. Hilda did not bother to stifle her yawn either, letting it loose for the whole world to witness. Marianne felt parts of her soul fly out of her body, and dread shadowed over her eyes.
âHilda, please apologize to himâŚâ Marianne pleaded, her tugs becoming more apparent. âWe⌠donât want to cause trouble againâŚâ
âAgainâŚ?â Annette raised a brow. âItâs only the first day weâve been here.â
âUm⌠well⌠We accidentally broke a merchantâs axeâŚâ
âHow so?â
âHilâ IâŚ. crashed into itââ
âMarianne! It was me, silly!â Hilda had done a complete 180 and swerved her attention to the shorter female. The energy that lay dormant bubbled to the surface, her arms pulling her friend into a tight embrace. Marianne felt her strength wither as her eyes widened. The sensation of her weight was still in her arms as Hilda glanced over at Annette. âIt was me. I broke it. Not her.â
ââŚreally?â
âYes! I actually broke it with my bare hand!â
âAre you sure you arenât covering up for herââ
âI. Did. It.â
âHey! Why are you ignoring me!?â
âPipe down, Felix,â Leonie waved her fork. âIâm trying to eat here!â
âOi, Hilda started it!â
âAnd you continued!â
âWhy are people soâ You know what? Nevermind.â
âHah? Could you elaborate on your unfinished statement?â
âI think this conversation is over, comrade.â
âFine!â
Felix and Leonie fumed. Imaginary puffs of air emanated the dramatists. Soap opera would want to take note of their interactions for the next spectacular feature. Ashe began to laugh after settling the metallic mug onto the table.
âIt sure is lively.â
âLively? I think itâs outright noisy.â
The orange-haired promptly slugged his shoulder. Ashe ran out of language, incoherent sound effects elicited, and his hand furiously rubbing the affected area. His endurance is above average. He had an innate ability to run longer, burn faster, and bear far more than an ordinary boy similar in age and stature. If given the chance, his splendors would be renowned at the monastery. Yet he underestimated the power of a person called âLeonie.â
âOw⌠You donât hold your punches back, do you?â
âWhy should I?â
ââŚâ
Women are scary! Leonie especially! Such prowess that bundled and coiled in the young girl⌠How is that possible!? Sweat flew from his head dramatically as Leonie jabbed her fork into another piece of protein, its squelch muted from the rowdy setting. Felix fingers ran through his black hair, Annette appearing back by his side and pulling on his arm.
Ignatz and Raphael, who sat on the opposite end, pinned their gaze upon the small group. Flailing of arms, subjectless exclamations, and unnecessary lamentations painted the group as a form of entertainment.
âIgnatz, you think theyâll ever stop?â
âI donât think soâŚâ
âWhy canât they take it out on the training ground? I heard itâs good for sparring.â
The young boy shrugged his shoulders. As if on cue, the level of noise had risen. Vocals were lost amidst the background, his lips moving without sound.
ââ - ââ"
It went on for a couple of seconds, hinting of its lengthy content. Raphael was unable to grasp any of them; not a single peep was grasped and stuffed into his eardrums. He leaned forward, his muscular chest pressed upon the extended furniture, and tried to hear his artsy friend.
âââ-â"
Raphael frowned. Under normal circumstances, one would speak up. This was not the case for the mighty brawn.
In contrast to their curiosity, Mercedes and Ferdinand could not bear to look. The mantle of responsible dependency rest over the duoâs shoulders.
âThis is turning out to be a lively first day,â Mercedes giggled, her spoon scooping bits of the honeyed porridge. She tucked a stray strand behind her ear, her long eyelashes fluttering. âI hope it will stay this way for a long time.â
âIt will happen if you strongly believe in it,â Ferdinand motioned.
His absurd confidence resonated in her heart, the healer shooting a glance. An amused hum stroked his taste buds once he took another bite from the salad bowl, oblivious to the probing gaze. She tilted her head. There had to be discrepancies with his proclamations and reality. Mercedes is a devout believer for religion and charity, but even she knows about the harsh conditions real-life posed.
âHow could you be so sure?â
âBecause I am Ferdinand von Aegir.â
ââŚoh! I⌠see.â
Did she expect something deeper from him?
ââŚâ
He beamed. She reciprocated with a beam of her own. Maybe she was asking too much from him.
Nearby the four eaters, a black shadow zipped by. None of them had sensed the abnormality. Another shadow scurried after the first foreigner. That was when their sight and auditory senses kicked in.
âWas that Sylvain?â Raphael blinked. âWhatâs he doing?â
âIâm not too sure⌠Itâs probably not something good, knowing him.â
âYou think so too, Ferdinand?â
âI can attest to that, fufu~â
A shudder ran down Ignatzâs spine. âY-Youâre kind of scaring me, MercedesâŚâ
âPLEASE LEAVE ME ALONE!â
Students standing and nestled near one of the four doorways nearly went into cardiac arrest, their hands immediately resting over the wildly thumping organ. Glares and bewilderment shot at the fatigued girl. Bernadetta had burst from the cafeteria. Under normal circumstances, she would cower from their dagger-like stares. However, their eyes were the least of her problemsâŚ
âW-Where⌠Where can I go?!â
She had to run. She had to hide. She had to disappear.
Hot behind her trail was Sylvain. The young noble tossed his hand out to the doorwayâs border. He grunted, his firm fingers curled inward, and swung his body out into the open with a sharp turn.
âBernadetta!â he hollered. âCome back here, will you!?â
The fluttering of loose-leaf papers threatened to fly away like a bird from his grip, an entrapped victim desiring for release. Sylvainâs fast feet neared the writer, but he was careless. Smooth as the road may be, the pathways were littered with specks of debris, with some large enough to warrant a red flag.
âWHOA!â
He stumbled forward. Life danced before his eyes, Sylvainâs arms frantically mimicking wings, his frail balance with gravity fractured. Sweat poured from his pores and his breath hitched. Multiple half-steps pitter and pattered in front of one another while incoherent outcries sputtered. By the time he reconnected with the earth by kissing its pavement, the papers had all flown away to its yearnful freedom.
Bells chimed throughout the academic ground as tens of scribbled sheets scattered the clear blue sky. Day owls hooted, its wide eyes estimating the distance of its haphazard counterpart during its flight. Five of the wonderful creatures flapped and urged forward into the open plane.
High above the training ground, they traveled with sporadic battle shouts emitted from Ingrid and Petra. Two partners clunk and smacked their wooden sword.
âHaaaaahâ!â
Petra swung the blunt end down. Ingrid immediately adjusted her posture, her knees bent, and her right foot slid backward. The knight raised her weapon vertically.
â CLUNK! â
Comma sweats crawled down to her chin as Ingrid felt her wrist creak. Petraâs feet returned back to earth, but not without applying an extra layer of pressure onto her opponentâs wooden sword, her arms shoved forward with a grunt. Ingrid nearly bit her lower lip, a tiny lump traveling down her throat. The Brigid princess is strong.
âTake this!â
The knight instantly reduced her strength. Petraâs figure lurched forward from the unexpected loss of equilibrium, her stability with gravity disrupted. Ingrid sidestepped to provide room for her fall. She elegantly twirled the training wood at hand and thrust it outward to âstabâ Petra.
âOh my goshâŚâ Dorothea watched from the distant, her hand covering her mouth. Petra had twisted her body enough during the collapse to avoid the assault. The songstress clutched her chest, small clumps of her brown hair clung to her moist forehead. âThis is so stressful to watch.â
The two wonderful ladies sparred to test their might and the two had asked Dorothea to be the judge. But⌠who should she cheer for? Petra came from her house, but Ingrid was always there for her since the day they stepped foot. It didnât help that they were both a beauty. Luscious hair, bountiful maturity, toned figures, delicate fleeting touchesâ Wait, why was she thinking about that?! She underwent her own mighty battle as the clunking of the wooden blades continuously overlapped.
Surprisingly, not one page had descended upon the monasteryâs ground. The owls gave another hoot. High above the marketplace, they traveled and Lysithea, Lorenz, Hubert, and Dedue stood amongst the growing crowd.
âUgh, I think thatâs unfashionable,â Lorenz shook his head, his hand resting on his forehead. âI would expect better from you.â
âThatâs rude to say that to them!â Lysithea elbowed the taller male. She furrowed her brows. âYou know theyâve traveled far out here to sell their goods. Give them a break.â
âUnfortunately, if they were passionate, their products wouldnât like this.â
âLorenz!â
âIt belongs in the U-category for ugliness.â
Unfortunately for the two, the merchant they were squabbling in front of began to see red. His shaky hands extended outward to the broom. The still shadow of fury washed over his eyes, his wooden stick slapped the stallâs pole. Both visitors felt beads of sweat fly out of their heads at the newfound sight. Death rarely crossed their minds, but today was one of them.
âIt was nice visiting your shop, mister!â
Lorenz was about to follow the praising Lysithea whenâ oopsie! He was shoved towards the furious owner! A shriek slipped out after a narrow escape from certain doom, the stick walloped the ground mere centimeters from bodily contact.
âLYSITHEA!â
Hubert and Dedue glanced over to the rowdy Golden Deer.
âMy, how unpleasant,â Hubert grumbled. He snapped shut one of the two spellbooks in his hands. âIf Lady Edelgard would be disturbed by these silly activities, I would have to do something about it.â
âI object,â Dedue crossed his arms. âI understand where you are coming from, but that is not the correct way to serve your lord.â
âExcuse me, did I ask for your opinion.â
âNo, but it is something I had to say.��
Hubert narrowed his eyes. âI think it would be wise for you to keep your opinion to yourself, Dedue.â
ââŚâ
Dedue resisted the temptation to sigh. Out of all the students he had met, he knew they would have a rickety relationship. Perhaps they will never see eye-to-eye, and perhaps that will never happen. Nonetheless, their upmost loyalty to their lord was commendable. Hubert respected Dedue for serving Dimitri, and Dedue respected Hubert for serving Edelgard.
Past the students, more students arrived from all three nations like little ants through the gate. The gatekeeperâs cheerful âWelcome!â brightened their spirit for their new life. They were going to spend the next five years working, challenging, learning, loving, and forging bonds. It was an opportunity not many were granted.
They came in all different sizes and shapes. Some were from nobility. They were given special treatment by the Church, their accommodations sate the high-leveled expectations for their living conditions. Many possess some form of Crest, whether it be minor or major. Some were commoners. They were given resources by the Church, their accommodations sate their basic necessities for their living conditions. Very few possess any form of Crest.
House leaders were handpicked and determined by the archbishop, Lady Rhea, since day one. Edelgard von Hresvelg, Dimitri Alexandre Blaiddyd, and Claude von Riegan would act as this academic termâs house leaders.
Edelgard von Hresvelg would become house leader for the Black Eagles.
Dimitri Alexandre Blaiddyd would become house leader for the Blue Lions.
Claude von Riegan would become house leader for the Golden Deer.
âAnd so⌠we meet again, Dimitri,â Edelgard lowered her teacup. She sat opposite of the blonde, her lilac hues keeping tabs on his every action. âThough I cannot say I didnât expect this.â
âI agree,â Dimitri chuckled. âSince you did not return to my kingdom, I predicted this might happen. Youâve changed thoughâŚâ
âIn what way?â
âYour hairââ
âThat might be for another time.â
The abrupt cut off slashed hard. Dimitri blinked a couple of times in silence, his teacup returned to the clothed mat. Loveliest of all trees ruffled from overhead as a breeze smoothed their exposed skin. He lowered his eyes, a heavy weight nestled between his shoulder blades.
âPerhaps another time.â
Though silence should have followed, Claude intertwined his fingers, chin rested on them, elbows on the table, and tilted his head.
âWhat shouldnât be saved for another time is how you both know each other. Spill me the tea.â
âI donât know, Claude,â Dimitri bitterly smiled. âItâs a long story.â
âI agree. It might sour our teatime session too.â
âAw, youâre both no fun,â the young man smirked. âWhy not tell me? I promise to tell you something in exchange.â
âLike what?â
âOh, I donât know⌠Maybe about my past too.â
âHoh⌠Thatâs quite a trade.â
âTrust me. Here, Iâll give you a little snippet, free of charge,â Claude straightened his posture and coughed into his fist. âNot too long ago, I bumped into two fabulous people. They were of nobility, yet they seem to know each other.â
âClaudeâŚâ
âOne was a cute little princess, and one was a grumpy looking prince.â
âClaude.â
âAnd I hope we could become good friends.â
âCLAUDE.â
Edelgard and Dimitri overlapped, their cheeks flushed. Claude placed his hands behind his head and winked.
âItâs a good story, donât you think?â
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Now, a month scampered forward, to where Seteth, Rhea, Flayn, and Catherine stood inside of the holy church ground. Seteth was bent down, his fingers brushing black ink on the pristine surface, faint squeaks occasionally cracking the still atmosphere. Flayn bent forward in a similar fashion, hands behind her back, and observing the process. Those paired bright hues, accompanied by a smile, flickered between her older brother and the ritual drawings.
âIâm excited to see who the new professors and staff are.â
Garreg Mach Monastery had a tradition every five years: the Garreg Summoning Ritual. Led by the Church of Seiros and its headmaster, Lady Rhea, this was one of the many options to tackle economical strategies. Funds from the Church were finite; there was only so much their nails could scrape in from donations. So they turned their heads towards a new shining beacon.
Three students from nobility, who would naturally become house leaders, were invited to complete the mandatory summoning ritual. Being chosen as house leaders were not an easy feat. The students had to derive from a long legacy of lineage fit to rise to the role. A large quantity of magical energy, called mana, was required to fulfill their position. This was so they can summon their professors.
Unlike other academic institutions, Rhea expressed this unique tradition for over 50 years. The act of calling forth their instructor would help bolster the studentsâ performances with a teacher fit for their personalities, attitudes, and beliefs. It was the perfect substitution for conducting costly background checks and hiring of adjuncts and tenures.
âTo be honest, Flayn, Iâm a little worried who they will be. I still cannot get over the fact one of the students summoned a thief!â
âHe was stealing a lot of our supplies, wasnât he?â
âUnfortunately.â
âIf I hadnât caught him, the church would have been in a pinch.â
Seteth paused. He glanced up from the fresh circle, his chuckle apparent. Catherine, on the sideline, cracked her knuckles.
âI wouldâve pummeled him if it werenât for Flayn.â No moral restraint⌠a rather prominent feature in very few warriors like her. âThe fact that he would take Lady Rheaâs belongings deserved more than a simple execution.â
So long as it was in the name of Lady Rhea, she would chop up her limbs and offer it up to the holy maiden.
âI am certain that would not happen again.â Rhea stepped forward once Seteth rose from his crouch. âI have prayed to the Goddess for good fortune. I can sense that this year will be one that will forever be remembered.â
Catherineâs knuckles suddenly whitened, her grip tightening on the relicâs handle, and jawlines outlined from the smell of fresh meat purifying the distilled air. The double doors creaked. Sharp eyes penetrated the sturdy chests of the incoming house leaders. Claude and Dimitri each pushed one half of the majestic, tall barrier, Edelgard walking between the tall boys. It was picturesque.
Seteth and Flayn returned to Rheaâs side as the archbishop silently motioned her hand down to Catherine. A grunt as she eased her hold, but not without a displeased exhale. The top-ranking Knight served under the name of Seiros stepped back. Her eyes had not left the three students, however.
Archbishop bowed.
âGreetings, House Leaders. I hope you have familiarized yourself with the Officers Academy.â
âI think weâve had plenty to check around,â Claude said. âOne month is enough to make us experts for any visitors.â
His jokes were not receivedâ Rather, Rhea rolled over and onward from his witty remark. She slowly looked at the marked ground.
âI have also requested that you participate in the Garreg Summoning Ritual. You all were required to bring three items that you wish to use for the tradition.â
Then, she returned her gaze to the trio.
âYou will be their Master and they will be your Servant. But you will refer to them as your Professor.â Her eyes were crinkled. âAre you prepared?â
Dimitri, Claude, and Edelgard nodded. Their silence following afterward notion the archbishop to beckon them forth.
âBest wishes, my children. May the Goddess watch over you.â
One at a time, they stood in front of the archaic circle, their hands and pockets filled. Compatibility may play a heavy influence on their soulful incantations, but the studentsâ chosen objects held some degree of control over who their professor would be. They exchanged glances. The question now lies if Lady Luck would bestow her magic for them.
The first to stand is Dimitri Alexandre Blaiddyd. He pieced the three chosen objects with great care upon the circular design. A monocle, a parchment on tactics, and blood from a dying boar preyed the markings. His vial had tipped upside down after a complete stride. Dimitri stuffed the stained glass into his pocket, the metallic iron smeared his and his friendsâ olfactory. The Prince of Faerghus raised his hand.
Stanza after stanza riddled the tense environment. Sky blue light illuminated beneath his feet, a gust of wind swirled around the noble, his navy cape flapping in the air. Searing heat crackled into the back of his hand, his brows scrunched, and his stifled cries noticeable. Dimitriâs chants maintain stability. There would be no interruption that would snaffle his delivery.
Bright light blinded everyone on the premise. Edelgard and Claude were forced to shield with their arms, their eyelids squeezed shut for good measures. Catherine, Seteth, and Flayn grimaced from it. Rhea calmly stood out with her holy demeanor. The entire church disappeared for a few seconds from their sight, the sky blue blanketed their vision.
Fine mist surrounded a tall man. The summoned Servant stroke his gray beard, his monocle glistening in-sync with the sunrays, and his thick coat covering all parts of his body, leaving very little room for skin exposure. He spotted the panting Dimitri, the mark of the command seal tattooed on his burning skin. Little attention was given to the others as the elder chuckled.
âSo, it appears that I have been summoned by a young gentleman.â He bowed deeply. âI am Hanneman, Archer class.â
âAn Archer, huh⌠You donât look like one.â
âYou think so?â Hanneman cupped his chin. âThen again, you speak of the truth. I am well-versed in the art of magic. As you can tell, I am nothing more than a scholar when I was alive.â
Dimitri nodded, his shaky hands coming to a standstill. It appears that the person he had summoned was not meant to be summoned into this class.
âYikes⌠Thatâs one heck of an L youâre gonna have to take,â Claude shook his head. This bemused the new professor. Yet Dimitri responded in his place.
âI find possibilities where others see limitations, Claude. This is a gift from the Goddess.â
That earned Dimitri a whistle. The Golden Deer House Leader smiledâgenuinely in factâit stroked the blondeâs heart to a slight flutter!
âYou might be right⌠this might be an impressive result in the end.â
Seteth proceeded to cleanse the circle in preparation for Claude as they continued their conversation. Edelgard, who had remained mute, stared down at the palms of her hands. They were violently trembling as if an earthquake descended. Was it from her nerves? She instinctively curled her fingers inward and jammed her nails. In the background, Dimitri pat Claudeâs shoulder as he was next in line.
Claude von Riegan took out his belonging. A wooden flute, a package of herbal medicine, and an alcohol bottle. The first two objects held the least shock value compared to the third for both Dimitri and Edelgard. When they expressed wonderment, Claude responded with a playful tone, his hand cautiously spilling the alcoholic content.
âRandom chance. I have a feeling this is going to go well.â
âI donât think you should be horsing around with thisâŚâ
âRelax, Dimi, I got this.â
He mimicked his friendâs action after settling the empty container on the ground. Hand extended outward, his lips parted, and golden light circulated the ritual. The wind blew into their figures once again as his chants became louder. Compared to Dimitri, he was able to bear through the flaming sharpel from the forceful engraving of the command seal for the most part.
This time, the newcomer was a woman. Dressed to impress, her beauty radiating in conjunction with her angelic voice, the Servant boasts her skillsets to the witnesses.
âI am Manuela. Songstress, physician, Caster class, and available, I look forward to working with you, Claude.â
Boastful? Perhaps, but Claude sees the positive trait from it. Though some may think otherwise.
âHow haughty.â
An unusual remark from Hanneman. Dimitri, Claude, and Edelgard diverted their attention to the older male, his features tinged with displeasure. Manuela felt a strong pulsation from the corner of her head. The Caster opened her mouth, paused, then clamped it close. She dryly swallowed and waved her hand.
âIâm going to pretend I didnât hear that, Hanneman. Wouldnât want to look back in front of my new Master.â
Claude felt a nervous chortle erupt from his throat. His and Dimitriâs Servants are going to have a field day with each other⌠Their eyes shifted to the quiet female. Not a peep from the princess. Her nerves must have gotten the best of her, her figure stiff as a stick. They wonder⌠what could make her so nervous?
Their pondering continued as Seteth wiped and swept the remaining materials from the ritual. Rhea motioned once more for the final summoner. Edelgard inhaled deeply. She held it. Then, she exhaled.
Finally, it was Edelgard von Hresvelgâs turn. In her grasp were three items. Just like Dimitri and Claude, they were special in their own way. They picked it with careful consideration. For Edelgard, she had found these materials from the Red Canyon. Ferdinand and Hubert had accompanied her for the abrupt trip. Compared to Claude and Dimitri, she felt a strong, magnetic pull to the location. It was almost as if it were calling for her.
A rustic piece from a shattered sword, a torn patch from a dark overcoat, and⌠that was it.
âLet silver and steel be the essence. Let stone and the archduke of contracts be the foundation Let my great Master Hresvelg be the ancestorâ
Rhea widened her eyes when she spotted the white-haired unsheathing the dagger from behind.
âLet rise a wall against the wind that shall fall Let the four cardinal gates close. Let the three-forked road from the crown reaching unto the Kingdom rotate.â
Its slithering blade shone as Edelgard brought it high above her head. Catherine reached for her sword, her wrist prepared.
âI hereby declare Your body shall serve under me.â
The tip moved in a curvature. A crimson line was left in its wake, the blood oozing out of her self-infliction.
âMy fate shall be your sword.â
She tilted her hand despite the throbbing aches scratching underneath her cut.
âSubmit to the beckoning of the Holy Grail If you will submit to this will and this reason⌠Then answer!â
Gentle vermillion light encapsulated everyone present. Its rays brightened with each drip of her blood, her offering sating the slumbering Servant. At that same moment, a fiery ignition dragged burning hot iron on the back of her hand. Edelgard bit back a whimper. She grabbed ahold of her extended wrist with pinched features.
âAn oath shall be sworn here! I shall attain all virtues of all of Heaven. I shall have dominion over all evils of all of Hell!â
A gust far more powerful than that from previous sessions threatened to fling the students away. Seteth and Catherine had embraced Flayn and Rhea respectively, their feet rooted to the vibrating floors. Dimitri and Claude struggled to keep afoot. Their narrowed eyes peered through the slits as Edelgard forced herself upright. The grip that kept her wrist in place squeezed until her blood circulation drastically slowed.
âFrom the Heaven, attended to by three great words of power Come forth from the ring of restraints, Protector of the Holy Balance!â
Just like Dimitri and Claudeâs session, white light enveloped their five senses.
ââŚâ
Smoke lingered in the air, but at the center of the summoning circle, no one had appeared. Everyone waited with bated breaths. Seconds transitioned into a minute. The silence was all that resulted. She glanced down at the back of her injured hand. The aching red mark resembling that of an unknown Crest seared into her skin. Yet this excruciating process yielded no Servant.
ââŚwhy?â
Edelgard sunk to her knees.
Had she failed? Was this all a fluke in the end? Edelgard groveled at the tainted ground, her magma-red blood engulfing the entirety of her wounded palm in its flames. The command seal was still present. What did she do wrong? Tears spurted from her lacrimal glands, those salty substances hurried to separate from her skin and onto the flat surface. Claude and Dimitri exchanged worrisome glances.
âEdelgardâŚâ
âPrincessâŚâ
They approached the withered youngster. They stood nearby but found the inability to engage sympathetically. After all, their Servants lingered from behind. The boys were able to call forth their professor, and Edelgard was unable to. They would never be able to understand her anguish.
âThis isnât fairâŚâ she hoarsely whispered. âDid I do⌠Is this karma?â
âKarma? Donât be silly,â Dimitri shook his head. He kneeled to her level and eyed the female. He was not sure what she meant by karma, but it crushed his heart to see his childhood friend defeated. âYour Professor might come. You still have your command seal.â
âThat means nothing if they donât appear.â
âIs this thing rigged?â Claudeâs attention diverted to the older adults. He motioned towards the weeping girl. âThis isnât supposed to mess up, right?â
Rhea shook her head. âThis is the first that had happened before. All professors were able to be summoned the past nine times.â
âYou didnât have to include that last part, you know.â
âHey, donât speak to Lady Rhea like that, young man,â Catherine stepped forward and viciously pointed his finger. âKnow your place.â
Claude huffed. He shrugged his shoulders and abandoned insanity. âI apologize. Iâm a bit frustrated too for Edelgardââ
â BANG! â
It was immediately accompanied by a distant crackling of heavy logs tumbling on top of each other. Students and staff alike perked their ears. Claude and Dimitri immediately assisted in Edelgardâs recovery, their Servants swiftly turning to the source. Precautions were taken as their chosen Class weapons were pulled out. Catherine completely unsheathed her Thunderbrand, its electricity crackled and popped without restraint. Seteth shielded both Flayn and Rhea with his arms, his body ready to absorb any potential damages.
Once the dust had settled before them, they were greeted with a spectacular sight. The Goddess Seiros must have shone her lucky stars to the warrior. Stones and obliterated woods formed as a piece of disheveled furniture. Arms resting on the natural armrest, palm pressed on the Sword of Creatorâs hilt, and cheek leaning on her elbowed hand, she slowly opened her eyes.
ââŚâ
Could this beâŚ? Edelgardâs jelly legs wobbled as she approached the arrogantly seated woman. The roles were reversed. Edelgard collapsed onto one knee, head raised to the female like a Servant as the Servant exerted regality like a Master. Navy hues dragged its gaze to the fallen. She examined the student with scrutiny.
âYour bloodâŚâ The newcomer had gotten up from her seat, kneeled, and instantly greeted the magus with a kiss on the gash. Normally, this would be viewed as romantic, but not a lick of emotion crossed. When she parted, sticky fluid clung to bits of her chin. âIâm bad at healing, but this is the least I could do.â
Perhaps this is part of an innate skill the Servant has. The shallow infliction had dissipated, leaving behind a bloody mess of leftover iron.
Then, she got up, sword still at hand. Edelgard watched in awe from below as the Servant quietly spoke,
âByleth. Saber class. Tell me⌠are you my Master?"
#loyalflutist#fodlan holy grail war#chapter 1#fanfic#fan fiction#fanfiction#fan fic#series#fire emblem#fire emblem three houses#felix x annette#slight:#edeleth#f!byleth x edelgard#hilda x marianne#hildanne#(???)#what are most of these ships name lmao#also won't bother to tag all of the characters for this chapter because it's tooooo much
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