#like. okay i'll excuse myself from writing bc i was still making oc stuff happen hdgklfhd

[ichorblossoms]

first wip wednesday of the year yee. haw

yaaaay violence. a bit. i want to write more action-y scenes but i haven't figured out. the Context so i'm sitting here with like. two and a half actually-written scenes and a desire to write more. anyways

this is half-edited first draft stuff like usual. early p1 scene that might be subject to some changes as all this stuff is. i'm trying to figure out. just a reminder the stuff [in brackets] is like. comic panel shit but you gotta use your imagination until i draw pictures about it

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[P3- Grimm POV, they/them for Grimm, he/him for Yarrow]

One of them dismounted from their horse with a heavy noise, this person clinked as they walked a few yards to the entrance and instead of barging right in, had the decency to knock on the closed bulkhead door with a lazy, “Hullo?”

“Gimme a sec,” Grimm called and stood, looking to Yarrow and nodding, hoping he understood how it meant act normal, but be ready for a fight. 

The afternoon sun was bright, Grimm squinted as they looked out into the desert. 

[shot of the two bounty hunters from grimm’s view. the man's at the door, the girl is closer to their horses]

“Y’all need directions or somethin’?”

“Nah, just passing through, this looked like a good place to take a breather,” The taller man with the mustache said nonchalantly.

Grimm had heard that one before, “There’s a shady riverbed over that way ‘bout a mile,” they pointed to the northwest, not actually lying, “Y’all can get some peace and quiet over there. Lots of shade, too.”

“This place seems plenty big for two more people. We’ll only be half an hour or so before we saddle back up and ride out.”

No one with a lick of common sense would try to stay with strangers in the middle of the desert unless they were looking for trouble. Either you’re new at this, or just plain stupid.

“Ya seem awfully insistent, I promise this place ain’t any better.”

“We’re—we’re tired, we’ve been riding since before the sun came up.”

Bullshit. Grimm had seen their two horses, “Alright, leave your guns at the door though.”

To Grimm’s surprise, the man complied, shucking the shotgun off his back and propping it up against the closed door. He called back to his partner, a girl in her early twenties, from the looks of it, “Come in when you’re finished with the horses, and bring in my bag!

“Gotta keep the young ones in their place, y’know?” He gave a grimy smile at that, the man had ten or so years on Yarrow and them. As he crossed the threshold, the man betrayed none of the relief a weary traveler would have after being out in the sun for hours, winter or not. Grimm was ready for a fight.

And a fight they received.

Grimm noticed the tendon twitch in the man’s neck a split second before he lunged.

[Grimm steps back just far enough for the guy to overshoot. Knocks away his hand, then re-enters to elbow his face]

The crunch of cartilage echoed out in the near-empty metal shipping container. The man staggered, clutching his now-bleeding nose, all the time Grimm needed to bring a knee to his stomach.

He went down heavily, the air knocked out of him but not the lights. 

Yarrow came up from behind Grimm and delivered a kick to the man’s side for good measure, making him curl in on himself even further.

Grimm turned to him, “Stay—”

[Yarrow snarls at the man, mandibles open and terrifying and furious. Then looks to Grimm, bewildered and only half-snarling]

Horrifying, then, beautiful.

Another moment passed, the man’s pathetic gasping filling the silence. He made a move and Grimm noticed the glint of something in their periphery.

They immediately brought their heel down heavy on the man’s thigh, deadlegging him before reaching down and snatching the pocket knife out of his boot. Saw that from a mile away—

Yarrow shouted something in time for Grimm to look up.

[the outlaw’s companion points a gun at the two of them. Yarrow grabbed Grimm’s gun from where it was sitting and has it trained on the companion.]

Yarrow shot first, without a breath’s hesitation. The bullet missed the girl, but was enough to make her drop the bag she was holding and the gun. Oh you’re really new at this.

“Run, and you’ll keep your life,” Yarrow’s voice was unlike anything Grimm had ever heard out of his mouth, stripped of every bit of warmth down to unforgiving bedrock, simultaneously Yarrow and not.

For what she was worth, the girl booked it, leaving the gun on the ground. It hadn’t gone off when they dropped it. Kid must’ve been too scared to even load it.

“You’re a better shot with this,” Yarrow handed the gun to Grimm, before turning his attention to the man on the floor, who had partially re-learned how to fill his lungs with air. The blood pouring from his nose made him sputter all over the floor. He glared at the two of them. Grimm glared back, aimed the gun at his head.

Yarrow spoke again before Grimm could pull the trigger, “Why are you here?”

Another glare. The man’s face had begun swelling, turning an ugly purple, and Grimm only felt a cold satisfaction. Yarrow's not injured, that’s all that mattered.

“Can you tie him up?” Yarrow didn’t look away from the man gasping on the ground. Are you struggling with this? Does it hurt you to be on the other end of it?

Halfway to grabbing the rope from their supplies it occurred to them how Yarrow didn’t say “please,” how he wasn’t commanding Grimm, but genuinely asking them. The answer was yes either way.

The man began thrashing weakly as Grimm approached. Give up already. If Yarrow hadn’t wanted to talk, his brains would’ve been splattered out in the desert by now.

They started with his legs, binding his feet together. Yarrow, probably trying to find some way to help Grimm without being in the way, put one of his heels in the back of the man’s knee. Not very threatening, but not the dumbest thing he could have done.

Yarrow stood after the man’s legs were bound, watching as Grimm moved to his arms. They firmly held one of his wrists behind his back when he slipped out and tried to roll over.

[Yarrow crunches the man’s fingers below his boot. He cries out in pain once more. Yarrow looks menacing.]

[wooahaes]

like anon said, nothing that happened was your fault. it’s never okay to do that, and you aren’t to blame in any way. i hope someday you can see someone who you can talk to and will actually help, but just know that you can talk to me if you ever want to ☺️

also YES about non sexual intimacy. i can’t explain how good it feels to read about characters bathing together just to be in each other’s presence. you have no idea how soft that stuff makes me. and where they’re just lying in bed without any clothes on, not for sexual reasons, but just to feel the other’s warmth and skin?? i’m passed out on the floor by then 🤧

anyways, take care!!!

thanks hon <3 it'll probably be a long time until i fully believe that myself. i'll keep that in mind.

(also i'm not going to answer anymore asks abt my trauma rn. if they get sent in, either they'll be left unanswered or they'll get deleted. i appreciate the kindness a lot though <3)

(also warning for nsfw topics getting discussed here???)

literally... the intimacy of just sharing a space together is... chefs kiss. skin to skin contact is so good. like i said, the sexual intimacy is cool and all but sometimes a bitch (me) is yearning to just be held.

honestly i wouldnt mind like... less "sexy" sexual stuff too if tht makes sense? like haha yeah kinky shit whatever but i think smut of two dorks just being in love and having fun w it is cute too. literally give me some losers just having giggly loving sex and being in love w each other.

ok nsfw (not explicit rly??? theres one joke in the snippit i shared) but. this is an excuse to pull up my own stupid writing (between two ocs).

context: they had planned for some kinkier shit (blindfolding, handcuffs, some degradation + some praise, some play w toys), one of them safewords bc theres overstim that she can't handle that night, and it devolves into just. two idiots in love boning.

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She laughed a little at the notion. "Loser," she reached up, finding his shoulders and gently pulling him forward. "Take this off. I wanna see you."

Icarus reached forward, gently undoing the tie from around her head, and tossing it aside. She blinked a few times as her eyes grew adjusted to the dim light, and then she smiled at him.

"Hi."

He smiled at her, "Hi."

"You come here often?" She giggled, reaching up to run a hand through his hair. 

"No," he hummed, "but you will."

She gently smacked his shoulder. "That was awful." Ophelia ran her thumb across the apple of his cheek, smiling at him, "I'm sorry I ruined your scene." When he was at a loss for words, she leaned up to press another kiss against his lips. "You can move, if you want."

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just. idk. theyre soft and i think abt this lil thing i wrote sometimes. its oldish and not good but idk i like them being in love. it just feels hard to find stuff where it feels like love and not just lust. i think livvie's writing is the only thing thats hit that sweet spot for me, but admittedly i avoid any smut that has 0 warnings on it or any smut with choking/hair pulling warnings which is......... idk more common than u would think. nothing wrong w pure lust stuff, but idk im a domestic bitch who likes the idea of sex being intimate personally lmao thats just me tho !! <3

also icarus is not his real first name. its cameron. he just goes by icarus more often bc hes a loser who went 'it sounds cooler' lmao (it IS his middle name tho bc his mom was like... artsy as fuck) ive had this oc since i was like 13 and i still love his stupid ass.