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youngpettyqueen · 8 months ago

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for prompts, might I suggest a number 14 with Julian takin care of Kira, and a ‘it feels worse than it looks—no wait-‘ with Julian being a bad patient?

oh my god I finally fucking finished it.

I am SO SORRY this took so long I got hit with. the most violent writer's block ive had in a HOT minute and this had me fighting for my life. I dont even know how many times I wrote and rewrote this. I went through so many different ideas it was actually ridiculous. at one point I had something finished but it Was Not Good and I dont believe in posting writing I dont like so I scrapped it and started again

I keep waffling on whether or not I like this, but thats entirely because ive spent way too long staring at it. im sure in a few days ill actually really like it, cause I really like the dialogue, which was what I wrote out first. pulling myself out of my perfectionism, I do think I like this, and at the very least im proud of getting it down when it gave me so much trouble

again, im so sorry it took so long, but writer's block is a bitch and ive had a lot going on lately, so I hope you understand <3

for the readers- 14 on the list is "Stop pretending that any of this is ok. It's not." I did adjust that one a bit cause I was having trouble making it flow. but, without further ado, here's what I've got!

Kira slides down with her back against the wall, grinding her teeth as she clutches at her wounded shoulder. The pain is still hot, the hole burned into her skin practically still smoking. She hisses as her palm makes contact with the sticky, raw flesh, but she still clamps down.

“Anytime you wanna get over here, Julian!” She calls, her voice strained.

“Doing my best, Major!” Julian calls from where he is, hunkered down behind some debris as a makeshift shield against the barrage of disruptor fire.

This is, in eloquent terms, a right fucking mess. Getting into a fight with a bunch of Jem’Hadar soldiers is never a good thing, even when they’re prepared. When they’re not prepared, it’s even worse. And this time, they weren’t prepared. Because there weren’t supposed to be any Jem’Hadar on this planet. This was supposed to be a quick pit stop for the Defiant, replacing some whatsit that O’Brien said was damaged in their last firefight, but then there were Jem’Hadar soldiers and they’ve managed to land themselves in a whole different firefight.

It really just hasn’t been a great week.

Kira inches closer to the wall’s edge. Her grip on her phaser isn’t stable, but it’ll have to do. She takes a deep, steadying breath, and then she twists over so that she’s peering out from behind the corner. She spots the Jem’Hadar pinning them down, quick count tells here there’s 3 of them, and she snaps her phaser up to hit them with some fire of her own. The motion pulls at her injured shoulder in a way that makes her want to scream, but she bites down on it.

Julian, bless him, takes the opportunity to lunge out from behind the debris. He scrambles across the gap, barely dodging the returning fire from the Jem’Hadar, and manages to throw himself down behind the security of the wall. He plasters himself up against the wall beside Kira, right as she ducks back behind cover as the Jem’Hadar’s fire intensifies.

Kira looks at him. He looks at her. He’s breathing hard and heavy, his hair a mess and dirt and blood staining his face. She musters up a grin to tell him, “You’re late.”

Julian gives her a flat look as he turns to her. “Forgive me, it’s a bit difficult to make house calls in the middle of a battlefield,” He replies, sounding very, very tired. But then his eyes flick to her bloody hand, still clamped over her wounded shoulder, and she watches his expression shift as he clicks back into what’s affectionately referred to as doctor mode, “Let’s see that shoulder, then.”

Kira moves her hand, letting Julian get a look at the wound. She winces as he pulls aside the burnt fabric, taking a deep breath in through her nose and resisting the reflex to jerk away. “How’s it look?” She asks, mostly just to distract herself.

“Like it needs more than what I’ve got,” Julian replies, frowning, “The dermal regenerator I have will do for now, but this is deep. I’ll need to immobilize your arm,” He tells her, giving her an apologetic look, “If you move it too much, you’ll risk tearing it open again.”

“Just do what you have to,” Kira tells him, “Won’t be the first time I’ve had to shoot myself out with only one arm.”

Julian nods, and returns his attention to her wound. “Right,” He pulls his kit up and rifles through it for a second. The first thing he pulls out is a hypospray, which he quickly sticks into her neck. Kira relaxes fractionally as the painkillers immediately start to work, dulling some of the burning in her shoulder. Then he’s pulling out the dermal regenerator, and bracing his hand against her shoulder again, “Try to hold still.” He advises.

Kira just gives a tight nod, already gritting her teeth and bracing herself. She feels the dermal regenerator start to work. The hypo helps, but it doesn’t take away that burning, itchy sort of feeling of muscle and nerves and skin stitching itself back together inch by inch. She clenches her fists tight, breathing hard through her nose as Julian works.

“Sorry, I know this stings,” Julian says, “I’m doing the best I can. This regenerator wasn’t meant for a wound like this.”

Kira grunts a wordless acknowledgement. If she says anything, it’s just going to be a string of curses. Instead, she focuses on keeping her ear on the sound of disruptor fire, making sure it isn’t getting closer. If the Jem’Hadar decide to come after them, she wants to be ready.

“Done,” Julian pipes up. She looks over as he puts the regenerator back in his kit, taking the worst of the pain with it and leaving her with a dull ache, “That’s the hard part done. I’m going to move your arm now,” His hands are gentle, taking her arm and carefully easing it away from her side, “There we go. Alright, hold it there, please.”

Kira does. Julian sits back, and unzips his jacket to get at his undershirt. “This will have to do,” He tells her, tearing a couple of strips from his undershirt, “These won’t be the most comfortable, but they’ll have to do. I’m out of bandages.” He leans back in, starting to bind her arm with the torn fabric.

“Sorry about your shirt.” She cracks weakly.

“I’ll get a new one.” He replies, without so much as a smile.

She hates how flat his voice is. Hates how… unlike him, it is. Quiet, with no bite. “C’mon, Julian, where’s that boyish optimism of yours?” She asks, “I could really use a hit of it right about now.”

Julian secures the bandage around her arm. “I must’ve dropped it when they started shooting at us,” He says, not meeting her eyes, “Do me a favour, Major. Don’t pretend any of this is ok,” He sits back again, still not meeting her eyes, all caught up in taking in his work, “Cause it’s really not.” He does look her in the eye, then. And he looks so… tired.

But then, he’s looked like that for a while, hasn’t he?

Kira gives him a smile. A sad, quiet little smile. “I never said any of this was ok,” She corrects, “I’m just… used to it, at this point.” Very, very used to it. Used to it in a way she hopes he never is.

Julian considers that for a moment. His expression is hard to read- sad, maybe. Sympathetic. Then he sighs, and breaks eye contact. “Well, I suppose I’m getting used to it, too,” He scrubs a bloody hand through his hair, “We should get going. Can you walk?” He asks.

No time for sentiment, then. Kira nods. “It’s just the arm,” She assures him, “I can do a hell of a lot more than walk.”

“Good,” Julian starts to push himself up to stand, “Let’s-“ He doesn’t get far. He wobbles suddenly, his eyes widening slightly as he nearly topples right over. He barely manages to catch himself, bracing a hand against the wall before he can fall against it.

Kira quickly reaches out to steady him. “Julian?” She sits up, frowning, “What’s wrong?”

Julian frowns, confused. “I… don’t know,” He says, looking down, “I can’t feel my-“ He cuts off, suddenly, his eyes fixing on something, “Ah.”

Kira’s brow furrows. “Ah? What’s-“ She follows his gaze, and comes to the same abrupt halt as she sees just what he’s found, “Ah.”

Julian has a substantial wound in his thigh. A chunk of his pant leg has been burned away, revealing a raw, painful-looking burn that’s steadily oozing blood down his leg. Kira’s eyes widen at the sight of it. That doesn’t look good. That really doesn’t look good.

“Well,” Julian says, “That’s not ideal.” And then he sways alarmingly, nearly crumpling right to the ground.

“Julian!” Kira lurches forward, manages to catch him by the arms. He grimaces as he eases himself down, taking his weight off his injured leg, “Damnit, Julian, what were you thinking ignoring this? Gimme that tricorder-“ She reaches for his medkit, not waiting for him as she rummages through it herself.

“I wasn’t ignoring it!” He exclaims, “I couldn’t feel it! Honest!”

Kira finds the tricorder and pulls it out. “Don’t tell me they augmented the ability to feel pain out of you,” He shifts again, adjusting his position to give her a better angle to scan him, and it draws a painful hiss out of him, “Guess not.” She hums.

Julian manages a weak chuckle, the first one she’s gotten out of him all day. “Not as such,” He confirms, “I’ve just been- gah!” He grinds his molars as she pulls the burnt fabric away from the wound, “Preoccupied.” He growls.

Kira huffs softly as she reads the results on the tricorder. It’s not a fun wound. “So busy trying not to get shot that you didn’t realize you got shot?” She asks, arching a brow at him, “I’m almost impressed.”

“Only almost?” Julian asks, all mock indignation, “I’d hate to see what I’d have to do to actually impress you,” He mutters. His eyes drift down, then back up at her. He looks worried, “How bad is it?”

Kira puts the tricorder down. “How bad does it feel?” She dodges.

“Pfft, this little thing?” He scoffs, gives a weak little wave that’s probably went to ‘wave off’ the pain, “It’s nothing. Just a scratch. It feels worse than it… no. No, wait, that’s not right,” He blinks, and she can almost see the gears in his head turning as he tries to figure out the order of the words, “I don’t mean to alarm you, Major, but I think the shock might be setting in.” He tells her.

Kira can’t help but roll her eyes. “No kidding,” She says, “This isn’t my first time, Julian. Hand me the regenerator, I’ll do what I can with it.” She holds her hand out expectantly.

Julian hands it over. “Now who’s being serious?” He asks.

Kira adjusts how she’s holding him, making sure she’s holding the burnt edges of his uniform away from his skin so that she doesn’t accidentally fuse any fabric to him. “Oh, so you can make jokes,” She takes the dermal regenerator and adjusts her hold on it, making sure it won’t slide out of her hand, which is slick with blood, “I thought you dropped that along with your optimism.” She gets the regenerator going, doing what she can with the wound.

Julian chuckles again, grins at her. “I told you, the shock’s setting in,” He replies, all charm, “I’ll say anything just to say anything. Apologies, but I’m going to be talking your ear off until we get out of here.” He warns.

Kira keeps her eyes on her work, keeps her hand braced on his thigh to hold him still. “As opposed to when you don’t talk my ear off.” She counters. After a few seconds, she can see that the burn’s healed as much as it’s going to. She switches the regenerator off and hands it back to him.

“Rude,” Julian huffs, taking the regenerator and putting it back in his medkit, “How’d the regenerator do? I don’t want to look.” He’s looking even as he says it, like he can’t help himself.

“It’ll hold,” She tells him, not seeing any point in sugar-coating it. He would see right through her in a second, “For now. I’m gonna bandage it, just in case,” She adds. Now it’s her turn to get at her undershirt, tear it up for strips of fabric, “I liked this shirt, you know.” She informs him as she does.

“I suppose we’re even, then,” Julian cracks weakly, “Have I ever told you you’d make a great medic?” He asks.

There’s the Julian she knows. “Flattery will get you nowhere,” She tells him. Satisfied with her bandages, she gets them ready, “I do have one question for you, Doctor.”

Julian frowns, confused. Yeah, the shock really has set in if he can’t see what she’s doing. “Go ahead.” He invites.

Kira starts wrapping his leg. “What are your plans for the rest of the day?” She asks.

He looks even more confused. “What are my-“ She yanks the bandages tight before he can finish, and he cuts off with a pitched yelp, “Fuck!”

Maybe it’s a bit mean to chuckle, but Kira can’t help it. She doesn’t often get to hear him curse. “Oh, language,” She tuts as she finishes tying the bandages off, “There. Nice and tight. That oughta hold you together till we get out of here.” She gives his knee a pat.

Julian pouts at her. “You enjoyed that.” He accuses.

“I did no such thing,” Kira replies smoothly as she pulls his medkit closer to her and starts rifling through it, not bothering to ask him, “Want a hypo?” She offers.

“No,” Julian shakes his head, making her stop short and give him an incredulous look, “I’ve only got the one left. Save it for someone who needs it.” He reasons.

Her look quickly flattens. “Don’t start with the heroics, Julian,” She advises, “You’re not gonna be treating any patients until after you’ve been treated. On the Defiant.” She doubts he can even stand on his own, let alone treat people.

“I can hold out till then,” He insists, “Someone else might-“

“Julian,” Kira cuts in, not giving him any room to argue, “Take the fucking hypo.”

Julian’s brows shoot up and he looks a little stunned. Just for a moment, though, before he huffs a bit of a laugh. “Now who needs to watch their language,” He says, his tone light and teasing, “Alright, go ahead.” He nods.

Kira takes the hypo out of his kit. “Oh, thank you,” She replies, making sure her own tone savours strongly of sarcasm, “You’re a terrible patient, you know that?”

There’s that grin again. All charm. “So Nurse Jabara keeps telling me.” He replies, like the pain in the ass he is.

“You should listen to her. She’s always right,” Kira sticks the hypo in his neck, and watches his shoulders instantly sink down a notch. She didn’t even realize how tense he was, “Better?” She asks.

Julian takes a deep breath. Probably the first one he’s taken all day. “…Much,” He admits, with the decency to look a little sheepish, “Thank you, Major.” His smile’s a bit less charm now, a bit more sincere.

Kira finds herself smiling back. “Anytime,” She says. She shoots a quick look around, regaining her bearings a bit now that they’re both taken care of. She can still hear blasters firing, but not as close. They might’ve moved off somewhere else. Or they could be waiting, “We should probably get moving.” She suggests.

“Probably,” Julian agrees, “Just one problem, though. I don’t think I can walk.” He tells her.

Kira figured. “Can you limp?” She asks, “I’ve still got two good shoulders, both perfectly good for leaning on.” She offers, patting her shoulder for emphasis.

There’s that glint in his eye. First time she’s seen it today- stubborn determination, or, in another word, cocky. “I think I can manage that.” He says.

Kira grins. “Great,” She ducks in and gets her arm around his waist, pulling him in snug against her as he wraps his arm around her shoulders, “Alright, lean on me. Steady. And…” She pushes herself up, and brings him with her. He leans heavy into her side, and she tightens her hold on him to keep him steady, “Up we go. Ready?” She asks.

Julian takes a moment to find his balance, shifting most of his weight off of his injured leg and compensating on Kira’s shoulder. “As I can be,” He tells her with a nod, “Let’s go.”

And they’re off. Making quite the sight as they hobble back into the action, pressed hip to hip and clinging tight to each other. But, hey, they’re still kicking, and they’ve still got their phasers, so they’ll make do. They always do.

#fic bitching #star trek: ds9 #kira nerys #julian bashir #like I said I really like the diaogue #I had fun writing the dialogue #and it came to me pretty easily once I settled on what I wanted with the scene #this was originally. a bunch of things #my first idea was two separate scenes #and I drafted several versions of those #but they just wouldnt flow #even the one I had literally finished just. I did not like it #it was not good #and I dont say that to be hard on myself I know im a good writer and what I wrote wasn't good and thats fine!#they cant all be bangers #but I wasn't gonna post something i knew wasn't good #hopefully the wait was worth it cause like I said while I keep scowling at this #I know its cause im grumpy it took so long #and its cause ive stared at it for way too long so it was never gonna look right #until I posted it #anyways! thats enough tag rambling #I hope you enjoy!#I love Julian and Kira theyre besties in my brain

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hella1975 · 1 year ago

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you ever have a fic get you in such a chokehold you start pacing your room and talking to yourself

#THIS FIC WAS WRITTEN FOR ME SPECIFICALLY #BURN IT ALL DOWN BY DOROTHYCANFLY ON AO3 THIS IS GENUINELY ONE OF MY TOP 5 FICS OF ALL TIME EVER #IT'S GOT THE BEST DABI CHARACTERISATION IVE EVER COME ACROSS IT'S GOT REALLY WELL WRITTEN DABIHAWKS #THAT FITS BOTH OF THEM LIKE THEY'RE MEAN AS HELL ABOUT IT AT FIRST #IT'S GOT STUPIDLY DEVOTED TOUYA-SHOUTO IT'S GOT PROTECTIVE BIG BROTHER TOUYA #IT'S GOT MENTAL ANGST WRITTEN LIKE A DREAM THE WRITING IN GENERAL IS INSANE #IT'S ACTION PACKED BUT DONE WELL SO THAT IT'S NOT TEDIOUS IT'S FUNNY IT'S GOT TWISTS #IT'S KEEPING ME ON MY TOES I NEVER KNOW WHAT'S COMING OR HOW FAR THE AUTHOR IS WILLING TO GO #IVE LITERALLY READ 300K WORDS IN TWO DAYS AT THIS POINT LIKE I AM ABSOLUTELY FINISHING THIS TONIGHT #WHAT THE FUCK EVEN AM I GONNA DO WITH MYSELF AFTER THIS #EVERY NEW THING THAT HAPPENS LITERALLY HAS ME GETTING UP TO PACE ABOUT #I CLOCKED OUT OF MY MUM TELLING ME OFF EARLIER BC I WAS THINKING ABOUT THIS FIC #DO U KNOW HOW DANGEROUS THAT IS BASO JUST SIGNED MY DEATH WARRANT BUT I DIDNT CARE #losing my goddamn mind respectfully <3 if anyone has read this pls yell with me about it #and if anyone knows mha and wants a fic rec PLEASE let it be this one it's my fav mha fic ever and ive read A LOT #it gets quite smutty in the middle but if that's not ur thing the author tws very well and u can kinda just scroll #so that u still get the important character developments without it being just pure smut lol #god this FIC. holding it in my fucking fist and squeezing the everloving life out of it im going INSANE #i cant remember the last time a fic got me this way im literally giggling about it all #HE FOUND A REASON TO LIVE AGAIN THEY TOOK THIS MANGLED BLOODY BOY AND SAID WE LOVE YOU #YOU ARE GOOD YOU CAN STAY YOU CAN REST NOW WE'LL TAKE CARE OF YOU AND HE CHOSE THEM! HE CHOSE THEM!#OVER HIS REVENGE AND HIS RAGE HE CHOSE THEM! IM GOING TO BE VIOLENTLY SICK #like the author LETS DABI BE A CUNT. the first chunk of the fic he's actively not a good person #and his coping mechanisms are shot to shit and we WATCH HIM GROW FROM THAT i have cried several times over the most mundane shit #goddddddddDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDAKSJFJKAGSFIUAHGJKAKG #mha #fic rec

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sockreads · 2 months ago

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starting nine lives by machiroads !!

chapter 1⬇️

starting off strong with the opening summary..

ABSOLUTELY FOUL !!!!!

⤵️forget god. blud was so close to dying he saw his dead best friend 💀

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ENOUGH🫴🖊️

OMGGG MICCC HIIIIIII🤭🤭

MISS LADY MIDNIIGHT

i’m reclined rn but i think i just fell to my knees

⤵️🤨🫵🏳️‍🌈👨‍❤️‍💋‍👨⁉️

only halfway thru chapter 1 and they’re already acting like this 🚨

#gonna tackle all 150k words before my semester starts yep yep 🙂‍↕️💪#<-do not hold me to that #THE WAY THIS WAS ALLEGEDLY ONLY POSTED IN 2022?????!!????#why did i remmeber starting this fic in 2021 help……. it was such a vivid memory too😞😞#the covid must’ve altered my memory ☹️#think i’m gonna keep everything in one giant post and hide it in the collapsible format..#guess that’s not really live blogging sorry for the false advertising 😩#nine lives #machiroads #HELPPP I NEVER POSTED THIS ????#me from the past just hit save instead of post and called it a day 💀#anywyas i stopped halfway thru the chap to play genshin sorry 😭#still not done tho bc the aq is SO. FUCKING. LONG.?????#anywyas im back tonite and we’re gonna finish the chap 🤩#i am a chronic quitter but this time i will COMMIT!!!!✊✊✊✊✊

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youredyingthatsallthereis · 2 months ago

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i always find it a little depressing that t4t fics get way less readership. like i'll keep writing it forever because A) its what i want to do and B) for the small handful of people that comment on my stuff saying that they wish there was more t4t representation in cod fanfics but like. i kinda hate that for a community thats so openly full of trans and queer people people are never as interested in reading t4t stuff

#like i have written cis ghost exactly one singular time in all 13 of the fics ive posted since march #and i like cis roach trans ghost just fine #but im absoLUTELY going to be doing t4t roachghost #after i finish the main 5 pieces i planned out for my soapghostroach series i'm going to do a t4t4t soapghostroach piece Just Because™️#and theres SO little t4t 09 soapghost its a fucking TRAGEDY #i just posted another one earlier this month and i didnt expect anyone to read it honestly bc i knew no one would wanna read t4t period sex #which is fine bc i wrote it for myself in a depressive spell #but a couple of people left comments saying they love t4t ghoap and wish there was more etc #and like baby I WILL NEVER STOP #I WILL NEVER STOP WRITING ABOUT TRANS GUYS BEING HAPPY TOGETHER #BECAUSE IT IS WHAT WE FUCKING DESERVE #i also have a very very spicy hot take on why this is a thing too but im gonna keep that to myself for now

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scalproie · 6 months ago

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ALSO I have been tagged... last week (I'm so sorry) by @kazamajun for wip wednesday and I finally have smth I'm comfortable sharing so. there we go.

Also I would like to tag... idk who currently has wips. @eldragon-x I think you do. @kazooyah you too (if you want to ofc). Anyone else tell me so I can tag you and also you are tagged anyway.

OK LET'S GO

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The fight was as fast as it was intense.

The King of Hell made the first move, absolute in might as ever, doubtless eager to finish it quickly, but his powerful strike never came into contact with the goddess' body: her palm met his fist halfway and she used his momentum against him, redirecting the blow and gracefully dodging out of the way, before grabbing his arm, dealing him a swift chop to his neck, bringing him to his knee with a well-placed kick, and slamming her elbow to the back of his head. Unrelenting, she then concluded the throw by tossing him overhead.

But as expected, it did nothing to keep Kazuya down for more than a second. A kick to get her away, and he got back up with a dangerous red gleam in his eyes.

She mainly focused on evasion and redirection, turning his strength back on him all while doing her best to avoid his attacks, as it was evident that he had immense destructive power on his side, and knew how to utilize it at his very core.

She could not espace every of his moves however, and the punch that followed an axe-kick of his hurt her more than from anything she ever faced before. It unfortunately wouldn't be the last blow that would breach her defenses.

The first electrically charged attack that hit her thorax had her stopped breathing momentarily, and at one point he got back at her by grabbing her leg and slamming the goddess to the ground.

She did not spend the whole fight evading or trying to, however, her fighting techniques were as refined as his were perfected. To hit her, he would need to reach her first, but she would hit her mark almost everytime, forcing him to block her blows.

He found no luck falling back on his other abilities either: pure white bird-shaped energy crashed into and nullified flying purple laser-shooting crystals more than once. Her light was on par with his demonic electricity, and she had him panting as much as he did her.

It was clear still that neither of them has ever faced such an fierce opponent before.

She knocked him out of his devil form eventually. A single contact of her light was usually all it took to purge all demonic energy of those from below; he, on the other hand, endured the full force of it fifteen times before a light-infused fist send him flying and purple scales dissipated from the King of Hell to reveal a humanoid form much more similar to her own.

That did not made him any weaker, or any less determined.

Eventually, they each dealt each other a killing blow.

True purifying light from her hand obliterated his demonic insides from behind his chest, while highly concentrated infernal electricity fired at point blank from his remaining third eye tore right through her stomach. Neither knew who delivered which first.

Both fell to the ground the same, in opposite directions, across of each other.

Both also knew that they would be dead soon. Well, as temporary as being dead was to a god.

The physical part of the fight ended, but the battle still wasn't over: the winner of this encounter would be decided by which of the two would see the other die first.

Everything was silent in the clearing save for the two gods' ragged breathing.

Already the woods were giving back to She who made them: small orbs of light emerging out of the spring, the trees, the plants and the grass, were making their way over to her, envelopping Jun's wounds in a warm embrace.

She forced her eyes to stay open to see the god on the other side, being reclaimed by the depths of the earth, tendrils of blood creeping up and dragging him down. With his last bout of strength he was clawing at the ground toward her, still glaring at her.

But was he? Jun looked deeper at the red eyes fixated on her before realizing they were in fact looking past her, pleading past her.

Not yet, not yet, not yet. Not again.

She was no longer the enemy he was fighting.

Without knowing why, on pure instinct perhaps, her hand extanded with the intent to reach him: in her exausted state, maybe her eyes no longer saw an adversary to defeat, but someone in need of help.

Her eyes closed on their own before they could meet his lifeless ones.

#this is the very very very first fight scene I've ever wrote so this was. an experience.#I did went back to it multiple time and it did get easier when I first started to play the actual game #also this whole fic thing is pissing me off: its so advanced that I *think* I can finish it. like its sitting at a solid 80% completion.#but everytime i read it im like “oh god theres so many things missing and theres so much to do im never gonna actually finish it”#its the longest thing ive wrote AND ITS NOT EVEN THAT LONG. its also like the third thing I wrote #AND ive started two other things since I've started it... months ago GODDAMMIT #tagging later

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coichii · 2 months ago

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i’ve been staring at the same paragraph for like an hour i’m going to lose it

#I HATE WRITERS BLOCK #i swear writers block is the reason i never post consistently #if i don’t finish this fic today im gonna quit

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fortheloveofaussiegrit · 11 months ago

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(WIP) spicin’ up date night; in which Mark and Oscar decide to head to a strip club ahead of the Vegas Grand Prix and decide that its not really them.

It had been a silly little idea of Mark’s for the pair of them to go to a strip club in Las Vegas ahead of the race. One that Oscar hadn’t even opposed and had just simply replied to the text with “Yeah, i’m free tonight,” after backspacing the thumbs up emoji he usually used to reply to Mark with and hitting send.

Mark had opted for a female strip club because, well, what would people say if they saw him stumbling out of a gay strip club in the early hours of the morning? …there was little to no thought, however, that went into the presumptions that would entail him taking his mentee to a strip club.

The club itself was not nearly as cringe-inducing as Mark was expecting; he had to admit that the decor and the inhabitants of the place were not as shabby as expected. It was... adequate, and the grin Oscar was giving him almost reached from ear to ear and that alone was worth the trip.

They had already downed a few before they had left, deciding that hitting the strip club stone-cold sober wasn’t the best idea and needed some liquid courage, but the oval-shaped bar in the more shadowy part of the club was the first place they headed. Muffled but steady-going beats filled the large room and reciprocated the heavy, quickened beat in Mark’s own chest, carrying the anticipation of the night’s promises. The neon-illuminated light spelling out B-A-R above their heads was far too ghastly, in Mark’s opinion, but it lit up Oscar’s little radiant face as he leant against the bar. The light was bouncing off the tops of his cheekbones, his rosy-stained cheeks, and his eyes lit up like a kid in a candy store as he smiled at the bartender.

He was too happy, and it was way too evident that it was his first time ever stepping foot in an establishment of this kind.

The bar overlooked a number of booths, surrounded by seats of deep red velvet cushions, with the pole, of course, in the centre. It was a slightly more sophisticated strip club than the majority that littered the Las Vegas strip, with lavish red drapes of identical colour covering the walls and creating a division between some of the sections. The girls themselves, in little velvet shorts and matching tops, executed a somewhat uniform for the club as they swanned in between the few customers that sat scattered around the room.

Oscar nudged a bottle of beer into Mark’s hand as he headed towards one of the booths. Mark gave the bottle a nod and a shrug in acceptance as he followed suit. Beer. Good choice, because of course, they had to keep up with the somewhat toxic heterosexual, masculine image that was projected onto them by society, which was another reason why they were trying to gawk at scantily clad women instead of men right now.

He sunk into plush booth, the red velvet fabric being much cleaner than he expected. It was as hygienic as a strip club was going to get. Unsoiled, no marks or stains from previous inhabitants allowing himself to relax a little bit more into his surroundings. He cradled the glass bottle in his hand, rubbing his thumb over the rough label absentmindedly as he gaze fell upon the kid next to him who looked to be having the time of his life. Eyes wide, set ablaze as they darted between every inch of the scene unfolding in front of them.

A couple of guys darted around the place. Not too busy as it was still early into the night.

Giddy. The excitement visibly bubbling under his skin. delirious ecstasy

euphoria of some kind. But it was just the this is my first time in a strip club kind of buzz.

He turned to Mark, “not your kind of thing?” he poked with a grin, resisting the temptation to physically jab his digit into Mark’s flesh. “We can go.” He offered with a shrug realising that there actually wasn’t much more that he would want to see anyway, but Mark shook his head, decisively.

“I can appreciate a women's body.” Gesturing to the women in the centre of the room swinging around and around the pole in positions with limbs sticking out in opposite directions that Mark thought were quite literally impossible for ones body. “Relax.” He winked with twinkle in his eyes that Oscar couldn’t quite place. “Enjoy it.”

Oscar fumbled with the bottle, haphazardly bringing it to his lips and taking a sip before his eyes tore back to the girl he was meant to be drooling over. The lighting was as neon and distracting as they get. In sometimes pinkish, sometimes bluish tones that illuminated the stage. Reflecting off of the girl’s limbs as she stuck them out in each and every direction. Big, bouncy, golden curls highlighted by the multicoloured lights. Pretty. Very pretty. She was the type that would have most other guys begging on their knees just for her to look in their direction, but she didn’t do much for Oscar, not so much as even twitch in his jeans.

He preferred something different. He wanted someone with a pair between their legs instead of a pair being held up by a tiny string bikini. He didn’t want a girl with petite little shoulders and a dainty little waist; he yearned for broad, strong shoulders that could muster the strength to throw him across a room, and, well, he liked the tummy Mark was beginning to show.

Mark reached up to pull the curtain, tugging at it as Oscar did the same with his jeans.

“I always forget…” He trailed off as he gazed — his fingers wrapped around the base of Mark’s cock.

“Forget what?” Mark stared as a red glaze streaked over the tops of Oscar’s cheeks and the bridge of his nose, dancing around the freckles that were scattered across his skin, seemingly painted on by the hands of tiny little angels. Heavenly.

“The size.” The blush deepening to an almost blood red as the mischievous grin permeated across his cheeks, looking up to Mark through his eyelashes, “don’t let that go to your head.” He spoke as it did just that in his palm.

Oscar let out a giggle as it twitched again.

“You want me to?” He teased, bemused by the free-rein he had over Mark in times like this. Mark would let him do anything.

“Of course i fucking do.” He — resisting the urge to clout him round the head. “Get on with it.” He wanted to __ , but then Oscar did just that and his whole body felt like it was about to collapse in on itself. His head falling back as he let out a shuddered breath as Oscar sucked him into his hot, wet mouth.

Fumbling with the key as he tried to slot it into the lock. He had already came once tonight and nothing on earth was stopping him from doing it again just hopefully this time it was nestled deeply into Oscar’s rear-end.

“No little dance?” Mark joked as Oscar across the room, pulling his t-shirt up and over his head.

“You want to prolong this any longer?” He answered back, raising an eyebrow at Mark.

“Nope.” Shaking his head as he smirk grew on his lips. “Definitely don’t.”

#dru's winter break q #posting this cos im never gonna finish this #little xmas gif from me #.fortheloveofag fics #oscarmark

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