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kay9leo · 4 months ago

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At First Glance... Part I

A fanfic inspired by this post:

https://www.tumblr.com/eternalremorse/751163260305342464/at-first-glance-it-started-off-rather-simple?source=share

... 5.2K+ words

Chapter 1 >>> Chapter 2

...At the New Fifth Year

It started off rather simple really.

At first glance, he only noticed the new fifth year with her unorthodox late arrival for sorting. While he was indifferent to the girl being sorted into Slytherin, he still clapped in support of his house.

The next time he saw her was later that evening in the Slytherin common room long after she vanished when Prof. Weasley wanted to talk to her.

He already had some notion of the person from the bit of rumors spread:

The new girl fought a dragon.

The new fifth year had a ministry escort.

I've heard she’s been homeschooled with Prof Fig as their tutor and that's why she never came to Hogwarts.

Out of all the rumors, the last one made the most sense to him. It wasn't unheard of for parents to homeschool their child in magic if they had the means. Sebastian met those sorts of people before. Most were rich and snotty despite having less fame to their family name like Ominis or money like the Blacks but still had the ego to match.

They were a type he had no pleasure in befriending.

It's that new fifth year.

Can't imagine starting a new school this late.

He noticed the new student from the corner of his eyes as she entered the common room. Everyone at the entrance paused to look at her like she was a unicorn in the wild.

Sebastian rolled his eyes and decided to return to his reading. Unfortunately, he noticed the new fifth year decided to make her way towards him.

Hopefully, they'll go somewhere else. He thought.

However, the moment she was close enough for him to see that she actually wanted to talk to him, he placed his book down with a sigh.

"Can I help you?"

The new fifth year froze before frowning as if he was a professor who had reprimand her for asking too many questions. Sebastian could already see the gears in her mind turning, as if thinking, he's not worth the trouble knowing. Her step back was another proof to his best friend’s statement that he should watch his tone.

"You're become snappish as of late and rude to those who don't deserve it, Sebastian." Ominis told him once before.

"Did you see the way she just waltzed in at the end of the Sorting Ceremony?"

He frowned as heard the whispers nearby. The new fifth year was an enigma everyone wanted to know, a unicorn everyone wanted to see.

And all he saw in front of him was a new peer that had that had that similar look of a lost first-year in her eyes.

So, he decided to rectify his earlier tone before they bolted like a unicorn at the sight of unworthy people. Before she made a poor judgement of himself.

"-ah! You're the new fifth-year." He said with more cheer than what he would usually hold. "I'm Sebastian Sallow. Welcome to Slytherin." He smiled, wondering if he was literally the first to welcome him to their common room with how people talked.

"Thank you." She smiled as he heard another whisper in the room.

They're lucky they didn't end up as dragon food, like that poor man from the Ministry.

The new fifth year winced. It was a micro-reaction, but one he easily caught with the years of living with Uncle Solomon and the need to know his moods for his own sake.

If there was one thing Hogwarts was known for, it was for people talking about others, but never directly asking the source. Ominis can attest to that with all the gossip he gathered like the chocolate frog cards.

And Sebastian wasn't never above asking questions others were uncomfortable to do so. Plus, he was curious as well on what rumors were true. So, he asked them in a sentence that wasn't a question, but a leading statement:

"Not everyone has a Ministry escort to school."

"He’s a friend of Professor Fig's who merely joined us for the ride. Was." The new fifth year sadly smiled.

"Still - impressive. Dreadful way to go, poor fellow." While it didn't explain how the dragon came into play, from the pained look on her face, Sebastian thought best to end this topic. "Glad you and Fig are all right."

But it seems like the new fifth year didn't mind at all as she give a tidbit about herself and Prof. Fig being lucky to escape. While he wasn't able to ask more –not with that distressed look on her face when she responded how much of a blur it was after asking her how they escaped– it seems like the new fifth year took a shine to him as he answered questions about the book he was reading before asking about spells not taught at the school before he bid her adieu as she planned to know more of their year peers.

He couldn't help but to smile as she left to meet others with a bit more confidence in her steps.

That small conversation with new fifth year -MC, as she called herself- told him a few things off the bat.

The new fifth year wasn't a rich snobby kid. He was still on the fence about her being homeschool though.

The girl wasn’t afraid to talk about her recent trauma nor did she try to make herself seem grander for living through it.

She had a curious mind that seem akin to his.

And finally,

4. MC didn't seem to have the same reservation about magic like the others.

A kindred spirit after all. Sebastian thought to himself, still smiling as he returned to his book, spirit lighter than it had been before. Especially with the knowledge that there would be plenty of chances to interact with the new fifth year.

...

Those chanced interactions came quicker than expected.

The first being the duel he lost to the new fifth year. In front of the whole class.

The girl was quick with a wand, treating their battle as if it was a dance and the casted spells were a beat they moved with. He couldn't get in one shot.

Not one.

Worse, she timed her protego perfectly so that it was his own spell that did him in, ricocheting off her shield and knocking him off the dueling platform and onto the floor.

While he should have been embarrassed, should have been upset at this shocking defeat in front of everyone…Sebastian couldn't help but be impressed at her unusual fighting style. He wasn't even angry to see money pass between hands for bets lost with Prewett winning most of it.

No. He was interested in her.

He had to know more about the new girl.

And that’s how he ended up vouching for her to joined Crossed Wands.

The first and only person he ever vouched for.

...

If he thought seeing her fight in Crossed Wands was impressive and fighting with her was a joy, fighting side by side with MC against a troll was magnificence.

They moved like one mind, each covering the other's back, their time as partners in Crossed Wands coming into actual use now.

That seamless dueling partnership ended when the troll knocked him out.

He woke up moments later, to a buzzing feeling that surround his body. The air felt heavy with otherworldly magic and static that made the hair in the back of his neck and arms to stand as a flash of lightning blue surrounded him.

Sebastian was just able to lift his head in time to catch the tail end of MC’s solo fight with the troll as a magical blue volt stuck the creature with a BOOM!

The light was so bright, he had to close his eyes as the struck spell shook the ground.

Then everything was quiet.

The next thing he heard was the quick footsteps and her worried voice saying,

“Sebastian are you alright?” as she kneeled next to him, the smell of her orange citrus perfume greeting his nose.

“I’m fine…just give me a moment. I have a bit of a headache.” He mumbled. Headache being an understatement. It felt like a troll had clobbered him…which to be fair, had happened.

“I have some Wigglewend if you want.” She stated.

“Yes please.” Sebastian mourned, unconcerned as to why would she be carrying one around, just thankful that she did.

“I’m going to help you up. I rather you not die from choking on your healing potion after surviving a troll attack.” she teased.

“Haha very funny.” He moaned, head already aching from just listening.

Her hands were callused but soft with him as MC helped him up to lay against her lap. MC handed him the open vial of the green healing potion. Sebastian drank it as quick as he could, not a fan of the bitter taste the potion would leave on his tongue.

Yet, he was less of a fan of an oncoming concussion.

Between the Wigglewend doing its magic and MC’s cool hands on his forehead, Sebastian soon found himself finally pain-free and could open his eyes to see his new friend’s frown and worried eyes greeting him back.

“Why the sad face MC? It will take more than a troll to take me down.” He snickered, feeling even better when he saw her smile despite the roll of her eyes.

“Can you blame me? At first glance, I thought the troll killed you.” She croaked, voice tight and eyes bright with a shine that spoke of tears held back.

“Can’t abandon my dueling partner now, can I?” He smirked.

When he came to sit up, with MC supporting while apologizing for not watching his back, Sebastian saw that there was no troll body to be found. The wind took away the sudden pile of ashes that appeared in the center of their fight.

He glanced back to MC.

There was a nervous smile on her lips and apprehensive eyes that met his. They soon became frighten and her smile fell when she realized he connected the dots.

MC had vanquished the Troll. That there was not even a body left for said being.

Seeing them wield a different type of magic, one that made the very hairs on the back of his neck and arms to stand as they disintegrated the troll should have scared him. Should have told him that trouble found MC like moths to a flame. Should have made him back off from getting closer to the new fifth year for his own sake.

Most students would.

Sebastian wasn't like most students.

Instead, he found himself more mesmerized, a need to know more about this new person. So, he invited her for a butterbeer. Merlin knows his new friend needed one with how her fingers shook holding him.

Then it turned out that apparently, she already made enemies with Ranrok, Rookwood and Harlow. The latter two even demanded for new fifth year when the criminal pair found them in The Three Broomsticks.

Hot anger filled him.

They vanquished a troll when he was taken down, he'll defend them until his last breath here if it came down to it. Sebastian felt a need to protect his new friend he made in the short day they spent together.

With Sirona's silver tongue though and the pointed wands of the clientele, thankfully his dueling skills wasn't needed. But Sebastian found himself keeping an eye on his new friend ever since then.

MC needed someone to look after her.

And Sebastian wanted to know more about her, hoping that his mysterious new partner would finally explain what really was going on in the future.

Hoping he’ll have another chance to meet with them outside of Crossed Wands and class.

Hoping that they still wanted to meet him and be friends as they bid each other goodnight after arriving back late to Hogwarts and split ways.

...

It turned out that chance came in sooner than expected.

Days later after the Troll Takedown –as Sebastian liked to call it– the only moments Sebastian had spent time with his new friend was either in class or Crossed Wands (where the two of them would take on trios and possibility quartets at the rate they were going).

Then his opportunity arrived.

A chance to talk about things outside of school or dueling. A chance to be mutual friends.

While Sebastian had thought of MC as a friend, he wasn’t too certain that he was hers…

“Sebastian, there you are!” MC said as he whipped his head up to greet them.

…until now when she found him in one of the main halls. He was sitting on a bench, reading another book he ‘borrowed’.

“There you are!” He grinned before putting his book to the side with the cover down as he stood up to speak with them. “You promised me an explanation for what happened in the Three Broomsticks.”

Turns out, the more questions that were answered, the more questions he had about his mysterious new friend.

But the one thing that stuck out to his mind was the fact that she trusted him with each secret behind her late arrival. Secrets that not a soul outside of them and Prof. Fig should know. Secrets that he was now privy to.

“Understood. Your secret’s safe with me. Whatever it is.” He nodded.

Secrets that he would now be a part of as he led his new friend to the library and helped her sneak into the Restricted Section. He guided them while making light banter, feeling gleeful on the inside with each positive joking remark she would throw back. He had trouble keeping a blasé too-cool-for-school mask on with each second she spoke.

Everything was going fine until Peeves came along.

The mask broke.

“Let me handle it.” He said too quickly to pass for suave. “I have a way with the faculty when it comes to disciplinary matters. Besides, I like having friends who are in my debt.” He grinned, hoping it would be enough to calm that nervous look in her eyes.

Hoping that she’ll trust their nascent relationship enough that he can pull it off and keep them out of trouble.

“Now go. Good luck in your search.” He even threw in a wink for good measure. Sebastian had a reputation to maintain.

He then left to play damage control.

MC had his back last time. He’ll have hers this time.

It was the reason why it was a painful no brainer to take the fall when he got caught. Painful because he could only hope Anne would cover for him once the disciplinary owl was sent home and keep it away from their uncle. A no brainer because he didn’t even need to think twice about covering for MC.

Dueling partners always had each other’s back. Friends, even more so.

He could only hope she would be able to succeed without him as the librarian led him away from the Restricted Section towards certain doom.

...

Sebastian got a standard detention. The faculty, too accustomed to his unannounced presence in the restricted section saw nothing out of the ordinary with the usual, ‘you’re better than this’ or ‘think of the stress that you’re putting your family though’. While the first comment rolled off his back like dragon to fire, the second statement struck a bit too close to home for his comfort.

While Sebastian didn’t care for what Solomon thought, stressing Anne out was the last thing he wanted for her. At least in his next letter to her, he can at least mention with no doubts that he made a new friend like she wanted him to. The only thing out of the ordinary for this detention was a letter sent that morning that stated that he would serve detention with Prof. Fig tomorrow.

Curious. The only thing more interesting than this letter is what class does the new fifth year have today. I hope I have another chance to see her. Sebastian thought with a frown as he bit into his buttered toast. A late straggler to breakfast due to his midnight rendezvous, Sebastian was quick with his meal before making his way to his next class.

If there was a deity that listened to his prayer, Sebastian will make it a mission to know their name. Especially with the opportunity the class seating provided for him as he watched from his station the new girl walking downstairs before greeting the professor.

“Class, please welcome the newest rose in our garden.” Professor Garlick said as she introduced the new fifth year.

Sebastian stood tall, hands clasped together in front of him as he eyed his new friend, hoping they’ll look his way and notice that there was an empty spot next to him.

MC looked at him and smiled.

It was as if his world had tilted as she made her way to him and took the empty spot next to him. Nothing could bring him down. Not even the screams of the mandrakes as they repotted them or other heavy garden-tending activities they needed to do in order to maintain the plants and securing ingredients for potions for future usage.

How could he be down when the newest rose next to him laughed at his jokes before throwing a few of her own in for good measure. She even thanked him for his help last night with their “late night reading session” at the library. Sebastian wasn’t sure when was the last time he smiled or laughed this much before.

It was the best Herbology class he had in a long time.

...

Potions on the other hand, seems to become his least favorite class ever as he watched Weasley become buddy-buddy with his new friend.

Surely his jokes weren’t THAT funny.

Sebastian couldn’t help but glare at the red head, who didn’t even bother to acknowledge the detestation he was giving. He couldn’t help but sigh when MC finished speaking and left to go to the storage room. It was only then did he bother to focus back on to his own potion –whose color was becoming too blue for his taste.

So focused on preparing and then bottling the potion, he didn’t notice MC stopping by to talk to Weasley or see the delighted grin the boy gave to her. Or the ingredient that switch hands between the two.

Sebastian didn’t notice that anything was amiss until he heard the usual worried voice from Weasley that meant DANGER.

When Sebastian looked up, he saw sparks and fireworks fly out of Weasley’s cauldron as his station mate –Natty and Samatha Dale– ducked and threw their hands and arms over their heads to protect themselves from whatever effects Weasley’s mishaps could have.

Sebastian glanced back towards MC and couldn’t help but smile as he saw her pout shift to a frown as she watched the chaos that naturally came to Weasley.

Maybe that will teach her that Weasley isn’t as fun as she thinks he is. Sebastian thought with a cocky smile.

All was right in the world as Professor Sharp indirectly called out Weasley’s accomplice to answer to him. That’s when that frown on MC’s face turned into a grimace.

Unlike Weasley, at least I know how to keep her out of trouble. Sebastian thought with a frown as he watched MC slowly march towards Professor Sharp with a bottled potion to turn in for grading in her hand and a wince on her face.

The color of the potion she brewed doesn’t seem too far off from the intended goal. He thought. MC shouldn’t need to worry about it being judged too harshly for her first day…unless it was her…but she couldn’t…not with Weasley of all people!

Sebastian never had the chance to know it was her, not with his attention needed on the potion he was brewing and then helping out Ominis with his too. It wasn’t until class ended and MC still hadn’t left the room along with Weasley did Sebastian realize two things later on that day.

He realized who Weasley’s accomplice was

While he just became friends with MC, Sebastian wasn’t the only friend MC made.

That last fact was made clear when at dinner, instead of making her way to her house table, MC elected to sit with Natty and Weasley with a bright grin. Laughter came from the three and Weasley somehow managed to make MC laugh even though he got her into trouble.

Sebastian wasn’t jealous.

Not of Weasley of all people.

...

Chapter 1 >>> Chapter 2

#A Sebastian's POV fic made to better understand how he ticks #sebastian sallow #sebastian x mc #hogwarts legacy #At First Glance #Kay9Leo Fanfic #Edited: Note that I changed up the chapters length to match up to what I have posted on AO3 #And also due to the titles of each chapter matching to the themes within each chapter #Nothing new just moving stuff around

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toi-monogatari · 2 years ago

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Having left behind the fanfic on MHA i was writing (along with many other docs that I just though... Eh done with it tho the story ain't finished), I present to you now, my current project

Science Vs romance

A story of a young girl, who fell in love with a scientist boy but isn't sure yet what the feelings really mean and if they'll be returned.

Here for you, a part from one of the chapters. Story can be found both on my wattpad and Ao3

This is not chapter 1

As soon as you had an opening, all of you took your stuff and left. Senku guided all of you slowly up the mountains to the coper statue. It might come of use later.

You walked beside him, so Yuziriha and Tajiu could explain to eachother what happened. You looked at Senku, who tried his best to hide his troubles as he struggled for air as he walked up the hill.

You took his hand. "Your stamina is very low, I'll help you up. This way you won't strain as much."

He looked at you confused. "You ain't much stronger than me. It will just strain you more." He tried to take his hand away.

"It won't." You smiled. He kept holding onto your hand as you walked together. It indeed was straining, but you couldn't watch as Senku struggled. You felt how his hand was a bit rough, maybe even slightly scarred. The primitive life must have made him adjust to it. You watched as Yuziriha and Tajiu seemed happy together. How they were the perfect pair. Slowly you pet Senkus hand with your thumb. You smiled softly as you felt a warm feeling spread through you. He was your friend. Your lab partner. You chuckled softly at a joke you remembered.

He looked at you and asked. "What is it?"

You looked at the plants nearby as you walked. "I remembered one of our jokes."

"A joke?" You remembered how he loved to make jokes and pranks. Eventhough he was so serious most of the time, nothing stopped him from having some normal teenage fun like others, even if he didn't do it often and hated parties.

"Yeah. One of the older ones. From when we used to work at the lab."

"Hm... Shoot."

You smiled more as you told the joke. It wasn't the one you initially thought of, because you found that one too awkward to say. "Do you hate Natrium, Broom and Oxide relationship? Na, BrO, it never bothered me."

He thought a second. "It's one of those jokes you printed and put in our science club. Hm..." He looked around. "Why can't you trust an atom?"

You looked at the pink trees nearby, thinking of an answer. You shook your head.

"Because they make everything up." Immediately after hearing the answer you laughed. Maybe a little bit too hard. Soon he shushed you. "Not this loud. Tsukasa might be on his way."

You calmed a bit and kept telling him jokes back and forth.

You truly had fun as you smiled between them.

Before you knew the two of you got up the mountain and started to collect sulfur. You broke the black and yellow tinted rocks that had small holes in them. You looked at the earth around you.

"I once went to a volcano. It might not be the same as a glasier but the rock construction was very similar. Those rocks were black, white, yellow and red. Truly beautiful." You told your friend. Senku was the only one listening. Tajiu and Yuziriha were too consumed with the work.

"So sulfur and iron composition. It's very common. To which one have you been?"

"We went to Mount Etna. We used to travel with my and Tai's parents but..."

Senku interfered as i fell silent. "One on the most active volcanoes left. Must been cool to whiteness it without blowing up."

You chuckled as you wiped a tear. "Yeah, it was."

The four of you messed around with the gunpowder. Tajiu accidentally made it explode when he hit it with a rock but you did find it cool.

"Tsukasa will probably figure out our location now."

Senku immediately looked in thought. He seemed to be dozed off into the distance. "We need to do it again. There has been a sygnal from s distance. It's either a potential ally or a foe. I think we should take the chance."

All three of you knew that Senku was terrible at making moral plans, but you trusted his decision. It was the best idea you had so you did as you were told. He sent you and Tajiu out to gather some firewood, and you left off.

Together with your cousin you went to grab small twigs but something didn't feel right.

"Tai?" You looked at him.

He continued grabbing bigger sticks as you walked."Y/n, I know it might seem unreasonable, I didn't want to leave Yuziriha and Senku alone either, but if anything, they should be safe."

"But what if Tsukasa noticed where they are. I don't want them to get hurt."

Tajiu tried to calm you down, but you kept rambling, without noticing how your speech changed.

"I mean they're both not fighters, I'm neither, but I know how to fight. I know some grips to save them. Why would he tell me to leave. He is too important for me to loose. There isn't much I can do without him. On my own I would have died already in our highschool." You started to talk faster, barely taking a break to breathe. "But he is so amazing and he wants to save the civilization on his own. His motives are so amazing." Before you even noticed you started to tell about how his smile filled you with joy as his eyes were filled with passion.

Tajiu smiled and pet your back. "Don't worry y/n. Senku surely can manage few minutes on his own. And you will see his smile again." He chuckled. "I too find it scary to leave Yuziriha alone with Tsukasa walking around, but it was the best we could do at the moment. They need people who are fast to gather stuff now. So let's finish it up and join them."

You nodded approving, but not really sure if he just didn't compare your relationship with Senku to his crush on Yuziriha. His words managed to calm you down, yet not even a minute passed and he rushed off, whispering "Something is wrong."

You got affraid and ran after him immediately, but once you were there, you could see you both were too late. Senku was dead.

#dr stone #fanfiction #dr stone fanfic #senku x y/n #senku x reader

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asbealthgn · 2 years ago

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2, 16, + 77 for the fic writer asks! (for 77, choose any of your fics!)

thank you! questions are here

2. Do you plan each chapter ahead or write as you go?

definitely write as i go! i have vague ideas for what i want to have happen at some point but i don't really plan much out. if i do it's just a really bare outline that i don't necessarily even stick to

16. How many fic ideas are you nurturing right now? Share one of them?

there's like three i'm actively working on right now? there's hey, where did we go? which i'm working on the most and posting, then there's a darker monster!eddie one that i've been working on here and there. i may start posting that at some point when i have more of it done but i'm a little uncertain on it since it'll be pretty dark compared to anything else i've written. then i also have a pure smut fic that i'm working on that may very well never see the light of day bc i'm still embarrassed about posting smut O.O oh and i guess my big bang fic should also be counted on there? the first draft is pretty much done so i probably won't touch it again until after artist claims. then i also have several wips that i haven't touched in months so i doubt they'll ever get finished.

77. Do you have a favorite scene you’ve written from [Fanfic Name] story/chapter?

thank you for this question! i'm just going to copy and paste a scene from one of the fics i'm the proudest of (near wild heaven) (spoilers for it btw):

Steve looked over at Eddie, who was focused on the water below. The setting sun caught on his face, turning him golden. Steve didn’t think he could take it anymore. He was thinking of Robin over the phone, saying “Tell him, dingus.” He was thinking how he didn’t want to go the rest of his life without Eddie knowing how he felt. He was thinking, God, Eddie is so fucking beautiful.

“I love you.”

Steve felt his breath leave his body as time slammed to a halt. He saw Eddie blink, like in slow-motion, then look at Steve.

“What?” he asked.

The words were out there. Steve couldn’t be a coward now. He had to do this. Eddie had to know.

“I love you,” he said, “I’m in love with you.” He saw Eddie’s mouth open slightly but he barreled on because he had to say this now or he was never going to be able to. “I’ve been falling in love with you for the past five years, God, maybe even longer. I haven’t been able to stop thinking about you, not since the first time we kissed.

“I love how you are with the kids, I love your voice when you sing, I love your hair, and your rings, and I love your music even though I hate your music, and I love how fucking smart you are, and I love—God—I love you, Eddie.”

Eddie was looking at him in a way that made Steve’s stomach plummet. His expression—Steve realized it was the same exact way Robin had looked at him when they were curled up on the floor of that bathroom at Starcourt.

“Steve,” Eddie said, voice soft and heartbreakingly gentle and all Steve could think was Oh, God, please, no, this can’t be happening again—

“Steve, I’m sorry,” Eddie said. And he sounded so deeply and genuinely sorry. Steve felt a pattern of fissures forming on his heart, spreading out through his whole body. “I don’t…” Eddie went on, “Listen, I care about you so much—”

Steve bent over the railing and put his head in his hands. “God, Eddie, don’t,” he groaned.

“No, listen,” Eddie said, putting a hand on his back. “I do, okay? I really fucking care about you. You matter to me, so much. I just don’t… I can’t give you that.”

Steve lifted his head just enough to look at Eddie. His brows were knit together, face pained in the twilight.

“I’m sorry, Steve,” he whispered.

The fissures in Steve threatened to break open. He took a shuddery breath and tried desperately to hold himself together.

thank you for the questions i love doing these!

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ts-winter-fic-exchange · 3 years ago

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Welcome to the first TS winter fic exchange! Information about what this is, how you can participate, schedule, and more is down below. Everything's under the 'keep reading' so you always know it's up to date!

Hello! I'm the mod/person running this. You can call me Virgil (he/him) and find me here on Tumblr @im-an-anxious-wreck

Frequently asked questions:

This event is currently closed!

What Is This?

An exchange of winter themed fics for the Sanders Sides fandom (it's like a Secret Santa just more general winter). You tell me what kind of fic you would like to receive and then I'll match you to another participant who's willing to write it.

How Can I Participate?

This is a fanfic exchange for the Sanders Sides fandom so as long as you can write fanfic for that fandom, you can sign up! We also need betas & pinch hitters (and cheerleaders are always welcome, you just don't need to sign up)!

How Do I Sign Up?

As soon as the sign ups are open (refer to the schedule for the dates), I'll post the link both on discord and on tumblr. To sign up you will have to fill out a few questions in a google form as well as what kind of fic you would like, what you don't want to receive (aka squicks and triggers) as well as what you don't want to write for someone else. For that I'll give you a list of 31 words that you pick from (at least 3, 10 at most). Your matched writer then writes something based on those words (if you pick more than 3, they get to choose which they want to include) and your preferences.

When Does X Happen?

The schedule is detailed below. There will be several check-ins to ensure that if people forget, they'll be reminded or if they drop out, I can assign a pinch hitter in time.

Schedule:

Participant Sign Ups: Open October 26th - November 27th

Pinch Hitter & Beta Sign Ups: Open October 26th - January 16th

First Check-In: Available November 24th, due November 28th (acknowledgement that you signed up & still want to participate). Since the first check-in overlaps with the end of signups, if you sign up during the first check-in, you don't need to check-in

Prompts/Assignment Sent Out: November 30th

Second Check-In: Available December 16th, due December 23rd

Final Check-In: Available January 16th, due by January 23rd (just to make sure that you'll be able to post in the next week)

Posting: January 24th - 31st

(cut-offs for each thing are at [insert date] 11:59 PM CST)

How Does Posting Work?

You post your finished work (min. word count is 2k) on your own tumblr/AO3 and then tag the exchange blog or/and add it to the AO3 collection. With both you have to notify your giftee in some way (tag them in the post, gift it to them on AO3 etc.). If you want you can also post a link of the fic in the self-promo channel on discord although that is not required. Since the surprise is half the fun I ask that you do not reveal who you're writing for until you post your work

Can the fic I write have multiple chapters?

Definitely! There's no maximum word count, only a minimum (2k). Although my personal chapter length recommendation is 500 - 1,500

If I have multiple chapters, do I have to post all the chapters in one day?

Nope! I'd recommend it, but as long as the all chapters are posted and the work is done on or by the last day of posting (Jan 31st) you can spread posting the chapters between multiple days. However, in the author's note, do let people know that the fic is not finished and that it will be completed before or on the 31st of January

Is there anything I'm not allowed to write about in my fic?

Yes, there is a few limitations I've set:

Don't write anything your giftee has said they don't want to receive

No NSFW content

And no remrom, I don't care if you think it's okay or not, but it's squicks a lot of people out and is not allowed in this exchange

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I'll DM you via platform of choice* an acknowledgment of sign up/check-in within 24 hours of when you sent it in. If after 24 hours you haven't gotten the message, send an ask or DM letting me know!

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Nope! Betas are recommended, but not required

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You don't have to sign up, and can join the discord and wait for someone to request one on the 'request-a-beta' channel. But if you want to sign up then you'll be a part of the beta assignment program

What's the beta assignment program?

The beta assignment program is where betas sign up using the below Google form, writers can DM me asking for a beta, and I'll ask a beta (that's guaranteed to not be your giftee) for the writer

Betas are limited so there's no guarantee that one will be available but please feel free to ask!

(and betas, you can let me know if you want to be taken off the list)

I want to request a beta, but how do I do that/I'm worried that my giftee will volunteer?

You can request one on the 'request a beta channel' on our discord server, or you can DM me asking for a beta and I'll see if one is available

Do you have a discord server for this event?

Yep! Here's the link: https://discord.gg/nnmBYgpXQw

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champagnebrock · 3 years ago

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b,s&t | five

SERIES MASTERLIST | MASTERLIST

SUMMARY — shooting your first music video has you incredibly nervous, however after filming yoongi soothes your worries.

PAIRING — eventual yoongi x fem!reader

WORD COUNT — 1,350

WARNINGS — jimin being angsty, and swearing, otherwise i don’t think there’s anything big.

NOTES — thank you for reading :)

POSTED — 09/06/21

CHAPTER SIX: m/v shoot

March 24th, 2015

—"TODAY IS THE MUSIC video shoot," you tell your dad over the phone. you're playing with the charging cord it's plugged into, the pack charger in your back pocket. "i'm nervous,"

"you've got no reason to be!" jin shouts from a few feet away, where he's spread his legs out to be shorter and give the makeup artist a better angle. "you're going to be great!"

"he's right y/n/n," your dad laughs, and jin makes a face at you. you stick your tongue out at him, and he places a hand over his heart, pretending to be hurt. "you'll be great,"

"i'm still worried dad," you sigh, crossing your arms. "and i want so badly to tell suki all about how i'm feeling, but she's still not replying... she's still taking his side... and i kind of get it, but i'm her sister... why would i lie to her?"

"i'll talk to her y/n/n,"

"you don't have to, gods only know it's like talking to a brick wall..." from the corner of your eye you can make out hoseok trying to grab your attention. "i gotta go before hoseok has an aneurism. love you,"

"love you too, and just have fun!" you roll your eyes, and end the call, setting your phone down with your jacket, and bag.

"what? i know it's not time to start because i haven't had my makeup done..." you mutter, as hoseok thrusts his phone into your face. carefully taking his phone so you an read it, you skim the blog post.

ROOKIE GROUP BTS' LEADER RM SEEN OUT WITH MYSTERY GIRL, WHO COULD SHE BE? is the title, and 'oh boy' is all that runs through your head. at least none of the pictures are of your face.

"is sihyuk mad?"

"why would he be? it's not your fault, or even joon's." hoseok replies smiling, he takes his phone back to scroll down to the comments. "i just wanted you to see how many of our fans are excited, look,"

"user7 says, 'you realize that bighit adding a girl to the group is the ultimate fan service, right? you know how many female fans are going to see themselves in her? placing a girl in bts is like a fanfic come true!' oooh we already have fanfics? definitely going to have to look for those later," he wiggles his eyebrows, and smirks.

"hoseok! that's a total invasion of privacy," you say laughing at his expression. "besides, they're all likely pairings of you with another member of the band, or the other boys with each other..."

"oh? and that's not an invasion of privacy?" you can tell he's not being serious. "it's not my fault i'm an internet dweller, and i happen to come across these things." you giggle, rolling your eyes. "and just wait! there's definitely going to be fanfics about you, likely shipped with the other members."

you groan, "can't wait,"

"i bet you can't," hoseok replies, wiggling his eyebrows again.

"y/n! your turn!" the makeup artist, hyomin, calls as jin stands up straight, fixing his jacket.

it's two am when shooting wraps for the day, not that they're done quite yet. sihyuk tells them they have to film the choreography portion, and then all their scenes as a group which should only take a few more hours, then they'll be done.

"you were really good today," yoongi says on the walk back to the van they drove there in. "you have a lot of charisma,"

"thank you," you say, racking your brain on what to say. "do you get nervous about shooting?" you almost cringe at the sound of your wavering voice. everyone told you that yoongi's the most easy going of the members, but it's hard to see that when all he does is watch. expression blank, just observing everyone else.

"not really," yoongi replies cooly, and you nod. you expect the conversation to end there, you having killed it with such a stupid question. however, he goes on, "i'm kidding. of course i do, being up there while the entire crew watches is nerve wracking, don't wanna embarrass myself. not that you have to worry about it,"

"why do you say that?" you find yourself asking, curious as to why he would say that.

"you have this natural confidence, and once you put your nerves aside, you become a better version of yourself." you catch a hint of a smile pulling at his lips, "you'll understand once you see the music video..."

"yoongi-hyung! noona! we're getting dinner, are you guys interested?" you're almost taken aback when jungkook smiles at you, exposing his pearly white teeth, and she understands why army's chose the bunny to represent him. "eh?"

"how much sugar have you had?" you joke, he's bouncing on the toes of his feet, unable to stay still. you expect him to shut you down, glare at you, and focus on yoongi solely, but he surprises you.

"as much as i want, because jin-hyung hasn't been paying attention." he beams, and leans in. "don't tell him, okay?"

you keeps forgetting that you're not dealing with full grown adults, but children. it's easy to forget they're younger than you because some of their tactics take you back to high school.

"you got it kiddo," you say, as jungkook bounces off to where taehyung and jimin stand near the van.

"so, dinner?" yoongi asks, shoving his hands into the pockets of his jeans.

"yeah, that sounds good." you reply, "do you think the boys'll mind my sister tagging along?"

“doubt it, all jimin talks about is suki." yoongi replies, climbing into the van. you smirk, passing jimin, who just glares at you. you plop down beside jin, and pull out your phone.

[ suki | 2:14am ]

you: i know you’re reading my messages you whore

suki: …

suki: that’s ms whore to you 😒

you: why are yu being a baby? i’m the one who should be mad

you: i shouldn’t be surprised though, you have a knack for making everything about you

suki: why you little

suki: ... you right tho

you: i know, that’s why i said it

you: come have dinner with us

suki: us...?

you: the guys and i

you: we’re gonna be by your apartment in like five

suki: i’m not rEADY

suki: Y/N/N WHY ARE YOU ONLY TELLING ME THIS NOW

suki: I’M HURRYING

you: we’ll be there in fifteen, i was just fucking with you

suki: touche

suki: i hate you

you: hate you more

suki:

you: 👍🏻

suki: you text like a boomer

you: 👌🏻

you: we have to stop off and change

suki: why?

you: we started filming today???

suki: shit right! how’d it go?

you: goo, apparently, according to yoongi, i was really good

you: “you have a natural confidence” he said

suki: that’s good!!!

suki: and of course you did! you’re related to me, how could you not do well

suki: hello?

suki: y/n/n?

suki: what’d i say????

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8uggestionamplifie6 · 3 years ago

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I've been thinking. Would Anakin and Padme actually be good parents?????

Like, think about this realistically.

Anakin already has a kark ton of problems. For one, he does NOT know how to love unpossessively. Two, he is already super controlling and kinda toxic(?).

If he leaves the Jedi Order to be with Padme and the twins, he would never learn the difference between attachment and love.

(And yes there is a freaking difference. Love is when you care about someone to the point where you want them to be happy, even if it's not with you. Attachment is when you 'love' someone so much that you can't stand the thought of that person being with someone else that isn't you. There is a very clear difference. Even George Lucas said it in a few interviews.)

Like, I'm pretty sure Obi-Wan tried to teach Anakin the difference, but Anakin just never understood it or didn't want to accept it. Anakin wasn't raised in the Temple. He wasn't taught Jedi beliefs and the difference between love and attachment on a daily basis by the creche masters. Instead, he had been freed from slavery, separated from his mother, Qui-Gon got killed, and he experienced a MASSIVE culture shock once he was accepted into the Temple, and he had been paired with an (although good) unwilling master AKA Obi-Wan who only accepted Anakin as his student because of Qui-Gon's final words.

Yes, I know, they do eventually develop an actual strong relationship, but the main reason Obi-Wan fought for Anakin to become his padawan in the first place was because of Qui-Gon. The only reason why Anakin was even accepted into the Order was because of Qui-Gon and later, Obi-Wan's insistence to keep his promise to Qui-Gon.

(Also? Really Qui-Gon? You had nothing to say to your Padawan who was basically your son? Even when you appeared in the Clone Wars, you hardly even cared about Obi-Wan, you just obsessing over Anakin. Like, I get that he's the 'Chosen One' or whatever, but I don't care. You don't treat your apprentice/son like that. And then you had the audacity to force a guilty and crying Obi-Wan who was holding your dying body to promise to train Anakin Skywalker, who Obi-Wan didn't even like for that matter? Like? Bish, you ungrateful nerfherder.)

As I said, Anakin doesn't understand how to love like securely and non-possessively. He was probably taught it by Obi-Wan and the rest of the Jedi, but that information clearly went through one ear and straight out the other.

Maybe Anakin would be a good parent for the first few years of Leia and Luke's lives, but the moment puberty hits? BAM! Helicopter parent right there!

This mainly concerns Leia because in Anakin's mind, she's a girl, she's not a trained force-sensitive, so she can't protect herself, and she's HIS daughter, she shouldn't do this or that, she can't have this or that. She can't have male friends, she can't hang out with any guys, etc. Because Anakin doesn't want Leia to not spend time with him or not be there constantly. He's controlling and he wants to control her life. Like I said, she is HIS daughter, not her own person (scroll all the way to the bottom for an explanation). He'd likely refuse to let Leia go to any parties, talk to any boys, or even have a basic social life.

Things might be a little different for Luke. Anakin might not be as controlling but will still be controlling to some degree.

Moreover, Padme would NOT reign him in or even stop him. She's already shown in AOTC and ROTS that she is perfectly willing to make excuses for any and all of Anakin's bad terrible decisions even though the evidence is right there in front of her face.

Like, she seriously tryna make me believe that killing a ton of innocent people in the Tusken village is good? Sure, maybe SOME of them might have deserved it, but all of them? No, they didn't, especially not the poor innocent kids. Like, Padme, is you good in thy head or not? You ain't see no red flags?🚩🚩🚩 anybody?

Also, in ROTS, she knows that Anakin is fully capable and willing to kill innocent people if he believes someone he loves is in danger/dead, but when Obi-Wan tells her what Anakin did in the Temple to the Younglings, she tryna act all slick like, "I don't be knowing what you talkin about", even though she clearly does. She seen Anakin confess what he did to the Tuskens and now she tryna lie? And on her death bed, she tryna convince me and Obi-Wan that Darth Vader is still good, like, did the dude NOT just strangle you and kill a bunch of innocent people?

I may be dumb, but I'm not THAT dumb, okay? I understand what murder is. Anakin just straight up shanked all of the Jedi in the Temple with the 501st.

Like, bruh, I get you smart and all, Padme, and you a senator and all, but I don't know if have any more brain cells than I do money when it comes to Anakin. And I have 0 dollars right now.

So, like, no, I don't think Padme would stop Anakin in the slightest. She'd probably make more excuses for him, like "that's how he shows his love for you" or "just get over it, Leia" or even "he's your father, let him do what he wants".

In short, the freaking helicopter parenting would continue and Luke and Leia are gonna be trapped because they ain't no trained Jedi. They can't do shit and they are still minors.

Leia/Luke might even run away from home or even Fall (*extreme case**very extreme and unlikely but still possible*) 'cause they are force-sensitive y'know.

Freaking Court might even get involved. Some lawyers might also be called up. Luke and Leia better make sure to dial the numbers of some therapists for their parents, too, and also maybe a mind healer. Neither of your parents are straight in their heads.

Anyways, none of yall gotta agree with me 'cause this is just my opinion, but at least look at it from my point of view first before you hate on me in the comments. Like, I really hope that Anakin and Padme would be good parents but I just don't see it working out (????).

I hghly recommend this fanfic for any interested reader. It explains the problems of helicopter parenting from Anakin very nicely, so please read it. Also, please read some of the comments.

There's more!!! ⬇️⬇️⬇️

Let me share something:

"A desperate parent hovers; a good parent guides."

Every parent needs to learn to let go of their kids eventually. The kids are going to leave the nest sooner or later and the parent needs to understand this.

Maybe, during the first 15 years or so, the parent can hover, but once that kid starts wanting to be independent, you gotta start giving that kid some space.

Like a bird, they gotta spread their wings and they can't do that if they stay cooped up in the nest for the rest of their lives. No baby bird is gonna fly immediately after they gain their wings and feathers. They gotta stretch them out first, do a few practice runs, and then they'll finally know how to fly.

Same thing for your kids. If they want independence but you know that they can't handle it yet, just give it to them. They gotta learn somehow. They gotta practice. And you just gotta be there to catch them if they fall.

You can stop hovering and instead start guiding. Because your son/daughter isn't just YOUR child anymore—they're becoming their own person and you need to realize and accept that. They're becoming an adult and your equal, so you gotta stop treating them like they're just your kid. Bc they're both your kid and their own person and you gotta realize that.

You can't keep your kids in the nest forever. Sooner or later, they're gonna rebel against your hovering and they'll cut you out of their lives bc you're being a toxic influence on them and they know it. Then, despite all your desperate hovering to keep your kids safe and in the nest, YOU are going to be the reason why your kids don't want you in their lives anymore.

You just gotta let go.

Yes, you can hover like a desperate parent for the first ten and a half years of your kids' lives, but eventually you're gonna have to stop doing that. Because they aren't dumb ten year olds anymore that need your constant hovering. Now they're teens and now they're adults who are experiencing the real world.

And the only thing you can do is accept that your kid has grown up. Or they will grow up. Or they are growing up.

You just need to cross the line from hovering to guiding.

You gotta let go of the bike sometime and let your kid ride on their own without the training wheels.

You just gotta cross that line. Maybe it'll be a little hard, but when was parenting ever easy? I know that it'll hurt to have to let your kids go, but you just gotta trust them.

You have already spent the last nearly two decades loving them, caring for them, and teaching them all you know. You just have to hope that they'll keep your lessons and teachings close to their hearts and that they'll listen to the occasional advice or two.

You just gotta trust your kid and your parenting skills, and cross that line.

Your son/daughter has become their own person. And the only thing you can do is be there for them, be ready to support them, be ready to give some of your wisdom, and trust that they'll succeed.

For helicopter parents, however, they never cross that line between hovering and guiding, and I'm not sure Anakin would be able to either.

#star wars #sw anakin #anakin skywalker #padme lives au #padme amidala #leia skywalker #luke skywalker #Im not sure if anakin and padme would be good parents #like its possible but realistically? I dont think theyd be good parents #like anakin will probably be kicked out of the order (because he married a senator AS A JEDI and didn’t think to leave)#he just ruined the Order's stance on remaining neutral bc now people are gonna ask if they were neutral to naboo #the political ramifications for it is insane so check out my account bc i got a post about it #anakin would likely never learn how to love UNpossessivly and become a helicopter parent #and padme wouldnt stop him because . she already make a shit ton of excuses for him in aotc when anakin #murks innocent CHILDREN and she's like <; he JUST MURDERED PEOPLE AND ITS OK????#padme is an enabler for the most part and i know she would not stop anakin if he became a helicopter parent when she already doesn't care #leia and luke would grow up in such a toxic environment #yes you dont have to agree but just think about it logically #anakin already don't know how to love securely/unpossessively and if he leaves the Order #he still aint gonna learn and padme aint gonna reign him in #i feel so bad for luke and leia. at least in OT they had good parents #Bail is Best Dad^tm #Obi-Wan you gotta sue this couple and take them kids away. You Bail and Breha can keep'em. Y'all better at being parents #which is weird cause none ya got kids but thats okay luke and leia can be your kids #obi wan kenobi

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kaiparker-avengerssmut · 4 years ago

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Their Doll 11

Silent scream

B.Barnes x Stark!Reader, S.Rogers x Stark!Reader

series synopsis: y/n Stark, all records of her non existent, and yet Hydra still find her. When she is kidnapped by a certain super-soldier and no one believes her, she finds herself searching for unexpected familiarity in her not-so-distant past.

Series Warnings: smut, violence, torture, swearing

Chapter Summary: y/n gets shut up

Warnings: mentions of violence, swearing

A/n: The timeline in this has been altered, as there I things I wanted to include but I also wanted this fic to follow the storyline/timeline of Winter Soldier and Civil war.So for purposes of this fanfic, Peter Parker was discovered by Tony at a much younger age - when he was bitten - and has been an intern with him since, almost like a protégée.(For the purposes of this story Peter was bitten much younger too - more like when he was 9 or ten rather than 14/15)

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"Fuck you." I snapped, mustering all the saliva I could before spitting it at his face. He flinched back when it splattered over his cheek, his fingers swiping through the spittle before he was shaking it from them and standing back to his full height.

"It appears this one is never going to cooperate. If she won't give us information, why let our experimentations on her possibly...benefit the girl the the future?" The general spoke menacingly to the guards behind me. "How about way find a way to shut her up?"

My heat thudded so hard in my chest it was like someone was punching me from the inside, all air knocked from my lungs before I was being hoisted up to my feet again with two rough grips on my upper arms. My chest heaving, I coughed a ragged breath before composing myself. The glint of the silver blade in the corner of my vision sent my eyes bugging out of my skull and my mind into a flat panic.

So, I did what any rational person with my capabilities would do. I began to hum the deep melody - one a seldom sung - and a smirk crawled its way onto my now curved lips. Clearly, the general was prepared, but the two guards behind we weren't so lucky.

A desperate cry pierced my tune, harmonising with my voice as I heard the havoc I was causing. This was the first time I'd enjoyed a kill, the very first time I'd wanted to use my powers for such a horrific reason. I'd only ever used this part of my power a few times, but this was the only time I'd been fully lucid whilst doing so.

Some people want nothing more than to blow their enemies' brains out, and trust me when I tell you; It felt good.

However, luck was never on my side, and the General had come full prepared. He wasn't even affected, it must've been something to do with the funny earpiece he was wearing.

As my eyes met his, the General's face held non of the cocky, smug tones that I'd expect. No, the only word I could use to describe his old and crinkled features was pure ire, and it was directed at me.

"You conniving, vile little bitch!" He snarled, the flash of silver weeding a sense of utter and complete dread, tangled with fear inside of me, uprooting my confidence. I don't remember a lot after that, to tell you the truth. I know the blade sliced along my throat. I know everything was rained black. And that's about it.

...

Awakening with a gasp was the last thing I expected to happen. The sight of the blade risen in front of the general burned into my mind, almost as if it'd been scorned against my flesh. But here I was: awake, gasping for breath, completely surrounded by doctors I'd never seen before.

My hand instantly flew to my neck, a stinging sensation pulsing from the delicate skin. I hissed as my sweaty palm made contact with the bandage, the material corse and scratchy against my skin. As a doctor waddled over to me, needle in hand, I flailed desperately, a silent scream ripping from my throat.

Hang on a second-

Silent scream? I tried again, the shrill noise that should be tearing from me simply vanishing as it hit my throat. My eyes widened with the realisation, my bottom lip wobbling as I suddenly pieces together what had happened.

He said he'd have to shut me up, didn't he? The thought made me want to scream loudly, that the blade had touched my skin and left me with no defence.

They took away the hell they'd reigned upon me, something I'd wished I could be rid of for years, and now I was disappointed. Maybe this was their plan all along, that little voice in my head sang. The tears pricked at my eyes, which rolled back lazily as the scratch of the needle poked at my neck.

...

My calloused fingers ran over the cut tirelessly, trying to itch somewhere that I could never seem to find. I don't know how long I was sedated for, but since waking up the bleeding had stopped and there was now an offensive red line that slid horizontally across my neck.

Every time I touched it, it coaxed a wince from me, and yet that's all I seemed to do. It was like poking a bruise, I guess. The more it hurts the more you want to do it.

They'd returned me to my cell, clearly very little need for restraints against my weakened, starved and dehydrated body. I could see the flesh thinning on my arms, my ribs pressing painfully against my skin. Not only could I see the hunger, but I could feel it.

Manifesting, biting, gnawing hunger. The type that are you from inside out, devouring everything of you until the only thing you could think about was eating. Huh, I guess I was already at that stage then.

My eyes remained locked in place, glossy with the endless tears as I stared at the floor. If I really looked hard enough, the still wet blood smeared over the floors of the hallway resembled something close to strawberry jam. The thoughts of the sickly sweat substance spread over a perfectly toasted piece of bread, accompanied with a big glass of fresh orange juice and washed down by a large coffee made my mouth water. The booming rumble in my stomach made the groan, even more drawn out than expected when I remembered all I'd get to eat today: a small bread roll and a tiny glass of water.

Sadly, the sink in my cell did not contain drinking water. The liquid was so discoloured that I purposely avoided washing me hands, preferring to possible have my own germs coating my hands than whatever they were giving me. I'm not kicking you about, I genuinely think the water was filtered through a clump of fucking horse shit, mixed with fish guts and complimented with a hint of rotting fruit. If I could help it, I'd be dodging that water like the plague (if it didn't contain one already) for the rest of my life.

I'm not really sure why, but my head snapped up in surprise why the door sprang open, a single guard entering.

"The general requires your presence." He deadpanned, eyes cold as eyes and sharp as a knife as they stabbed through me. I wanted to fight back, stay glued to the spot and snap back some snarky remark, but in my current condition I almost couldn't bring myself to care where I was about to be taken, or why for that matter.

I stood without a word, silently following the man until we reached an unfamiliar metal door. I found it almost laughable, really, that they'd reduced my strength so much, that no one even considered putting me any sort of restraints anymore.

The door was pushed open with a child-like whine emitting from its rusty hinges, the metal scraping over the concrete floor painfully. The guard simply grabbed my arm before tugging me into the room, letting the door shut behind his with a hollow thunk.

"Ah, she has arrived!" The general's voice exclaimed, a deviant smile spreading over his thin lips. "And just in time to meet Mr Pierce, too." He said menacingly.

I felt embarrassed, exposed, stood before the room of men. My hair was a mess, tears streaking my reddened face, eyes puffy from crying and the only clothes a wore was a now-battered hospital gown. My eyes darted around nervously, trying to avoid the blonde man sat before me, chin resting in his palm as he surveyed me.

"Why is this one...important?" The man asked, eyeing me up and down before his eyes seemed to fixate on my neck. The scar.

"This," the general spoke, but Mr Pierce kept his eyes on me, "is Miss y/n Stark." Mr Pierce's eyes widened ever so slightly, but it was barely noticeable.

"As in Tony Stark?" Pierce pondered.

"The very same." The general smirked.

"She seems awfully...quiet, for a Stark." Pierce said with almost a hint of disgust, eyes still glued to my shaking frame.

"That's because we shut her up." The general snapped, awfully harshly.

"Is that the scar? How fresh is it?" Pierce jabbed his questions, curiosity clearly becoming him in the moment.

"Indeed. Our doctors here are very good, Sir. They had her all patched up and out of bandages in just three days." The general bragged, shoulders back and head held high as if he was posing for a portrait.

"I see." Pierce mused, brows furrowed in thought. "What do you plan to do with her? Now that she can't tell you anything?"

"Oh, trust me, sir. She wasn't giving anything up either way," he paused, striding over to me and yanking my head back with a fistful of hair, my back mow pressed to his chest and his mouth at my ear, "isn't that right, sweetheart?"he clarified, and I didn't hesitate to nod my head as much as his grip would allow.

"So why isn't she dead?" Pierce gritted, seemingly annoyed. "It's not like Tony's attached to her, he never looked for her and I've never even heard him mention her."

"But then they'll keep coming. I don't want the avengers on my back, and I'm sure you don't either." Pierce hummed in agreement. "She's with them - her and that Captain America guy arrived together - so why not use her to send a message?" The general suggested.

...

That's how I found myself tied up, wrists bound and gun to my head as I sat shakily in a chair in the middle of the quinjet. I had no clue how long I'd been since that day, but I do know that I had been sedated once again. The flimsy hospital gown allowed a shiver to chill me, skin forming goosebumps as I sat before the open door or the quinjet.

"You will tell them exactly as I just did. Got it?" The general pressed, pushing the gun into my head hard enough to make by head throb. Tears biting at my eyes, I nodded furiously, now determined to live with the promise of being free again. "Good. Soldat, make sure she gets back to New York without being seen, I'd hate to have to spill more blood than we intended." The general demanded, a figure rustling its way out of the shadows at the edge of the room. A gasp tore from my throat at the sight of him - clad in black leather and arm as silver as the moon. The soldier - my soldier.

But he simple stared through me, eyes blank and clouded in a coldness I'd never had directed at me from him before.

"And make sure you don't fail this time, soldat." The general snapped. The soldier nodded solemnly, the echoing of boots thudding filling both their ears as the general walked off the ship.

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galaxythreads · 4 years ago

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Suggestions on how to improve fanfic writing:

I was talking with @angelfishofthelord recently (not that recent, time is a concept that escapes our collective grasp) and I jokingly suggested that I make this post. I am in the middle of an insomnia night, so. Here be us.

Characters use the same nicknames and phrases inside their head as speaking. This doesn’t necessarily mean they’re sharing the humor they’re speaking. I.g.: For SPN, I see a lot of people write Dean as a little careless in his POVs, because that’s just how he portrays himself, but Dean, I think, while having a dark sense of humor, isn’t actually very funny in his head. Same goes for MCU and Tony Stark. Funny characters does not always equal happy head space. :)

Nicknames--this used to bother me to no end, because nicknames were never something in my family, and people shortening down the names felt wrong. But you nickname what you love. If someone has given a nickname (and not in mockery) to a character, chances are, they call them that in their head. Like in MCU Clint calling Natasha "Nat", or SPN Dean and Sam calling Cas "Cas" however, with that said, unless the nickname is self chosen, most people will use their full name when narrating. Castiel, Natasha, etc.

Headcanons! This is going to sound a little backwards, but headcanons have always helped me sort between characters. I know that some fic authors are very against headcanons, but to me, you HAVE to make these characters and their world your own, at least a little. You need to understand how their brain functions, and headcanons are a wonderful, wonderful way to do that. So long as you can conceivably fit them into canon, I think you’re good. One of the ones I have about SPN Cas is that he doesn’t actually give off body heat, so he’s constantly room temperature. It’s a detail for people that’s not Cas’s POV to notice. So getting some headcanons like that will help differentiate between POVs because it’s different things for characters to acknowledge.

Mimic writing that you admire. (And ask yourself WHY you like it) I really, really love the way that TFW/avengers team is portrayed in some stories, in others, I’m like “meh.” Write to please yourself, first and foremost, on how to read these characters thoughts. Those who agree with you will flock to be your audience, and they’re who matter.

Language/word choice is really important for POV change. Again, people talk like how they think.

POV change? Treat the character whose POV it is like they are THE most important person in existence. Their reactions get a front seat. Their five senses are your concern. What they notice about a character may not be true, but it's what they notice. They are human, not omniscient, ergo, they'll get things wrong. Even if the story is written with a completely different character in mind, this character is still the most important. POV's time to think, talk, panic, angst, express, etc. That chapter was about how they felt. That’s why sometimes, even if I really do want them to talk or something, a character might think “please don’t say xyz” because THEY don’t want that, and how I feel as an author isn’t relevant here. Remembering that they’re human, and need time to process/react to things is huge.

Practice, practice, practice. It does get easier with time, and effort. I promise. All of you would laugh at my first few weeks of diving into fandoms. That stuff is garbage.

Conscious stream of thought is generally the best way to engage readers, and the most enjoyable. This is how we immerse ourselves into the story. We become a part of it because we follow their thinking. It is always ideal to start where you are the most comfortable, whether that's 3rd omniscient, 2nd person, etc, but, in my opinion, you don't get that true "click" with the characters until you've conscious stream of thought them.

Research. Lots of research. Don't know how long battieres could last in 2002? Look it up. Don't know how to do stitches? Google it. Try to avoid making things up.

Look guys. Everyone understands that you are most likely NOT a doctor or have any semblance of a medical degree. This is fiction. Research what you can, and move forward carefully or vague it out with the rest. The worst that can happen is someone correcting information you got wrong.

Please, please, please stay within the range of human limitation. (Or whatever creature/being you are writing for) You can't lose more than five pints of blood. You CAN die from pain. Infection spreads quickly. I'm sorry. I just. Have read so many fics from newbie writers who push their characters past extremes that is almost impossible. You want to hurt them that bad, break a bone or something. Just. Please try to be realistic. (Don't misunderstand here, I love me some well-done whump.)

Again with the "you are not a professional thing." Those diagnosed with mental illnesses know that you may not be writing from true experience. This is okay. But please, please do not avoid using any words or phrases common with the illness as you try to "vaguely" write it. The more authentic you are, the less likely you will offend someone. Look. I would be so frustrated if someone tried to write about an ED and just... Avoided words like "starve" "binge" and "hungry" because they didn't want to trigger me. Like. Sweeties, I appreciate the thought, I do, but it's more frustrating that you can't even SAY it than actually putting it into your writing. So. Please just. If you're going to write about a mental illness, do so with the intent to WRITE it, not skirt around the bush.

With that, if you are not diagnosed with the mental illness your writing for (or suspect that you have some form of it) that's okay! Google symptoms to get a basic idea, and search for first hand accounts. People's experience is a lot different than the definition. For example, some of the most hilarious people I know are severally depressed, and Google will just tell you they are sad.

Write write and write. You are building a skill. You have to practice that skill frequently.

Do not be afraid to ask for feedback. Betas are wonderful. Asking for advice is wonderful. Being too shy and afraid of criticism for asking for help is perfectly okay. (Hello fellow traveler)

If your search history doesn't have you being watched by government organizations in the next few months, you aren't researching enough. ;)

Take your time. Quality over quantity. Do NOT conform to the update fairy that demands updates frequently. Look. I love my readers. I do. But you HAVE to take your time to finish things in order for them to be worth reading. If this is six hours or six years, that's that.

Do not give everything away. Stop answering questions. We keep reading because we have unanswered questions. Anticipation = good. Knowing everything at once: bad.

Do not put in funny for the sake of funny.

Insults should be insulting, not make people want to cringe and duck their heads.

Dialog should serve as people communicating... Like actual people.

Siblings (unless otherwise said so by canon) DO NOT address each other as "bro" and "sis"

Not a native English speaker? Cool. Natives would love to help you learn their language. :) English grammar sucks.

Analogies should make sense. They should flow smoothly into the writing. If they pop out, you've lost the attention of your writers.

please, please don't glorify rape, racism, homophobia, mental illness shaming/glorification, abuse, sexism, and other crappy things. Thanks. People came for a story, not to get their souls crushed.

#fanfiction #fanfics #fanfic writing

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sengenweek · 5 years ago

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SenGen Week: Day 05

Day 05: January 02

Supernatural/paranormal being au / modern au

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Title: Grin and Kiss and Fangs and Blood.

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A/N: Vampire AU, Gen is the vampire.

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Tokyo is noisy, busy, and bright during the night. The streets are packed with people moving rapidly from one place to the other –so packed, so clustered, so asphixiating–. Gen walks the streets after finishing a show, and all he feels in amidst all these people is a desire to rip them to shreds, maybe that way they'll stop being so close, maybe that way they'll stop bumping their shoulders with his', and maybe that annoyingly sweet smell will stop filling his nostrils... Wait.

'Sweet'.

Yes, such a sweet desirable scent comes from someone walking in front of him. He sniffs the air discreetly, is tough to pinpoint the exact source of the smell, but he tries anyway, following the scent mindlessly. He hears –feels– the rumble in his stomach, it has been quite some time since he last had a decent meal. The person he's following has ended up in the train station, he managed to get in the same wagon, so Gen has finally discerned who smells so deliciously sweet. A young man accompanied by another mildly older –father and son, perhaps–, such strange hair, it spikes upwards. And big crimson eyes –like his blood must be–. He stands at a prudent distance from where they sit, watching from the corner of his eye to their very move. When they get down he follows them, again, several steps behind, and watches them enter an apartment complex, he sees lights getting turned on. Gen makes a note of where they live, and goes back where he came from.

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'Thank you humanity, for making information so accesible'

The boy's name is Ishigami Senkuu.

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It's been three days, and he follows the boy home, trying to learn his routine. So far it is simple, home, school, somewhere high with two friends –and a miniature rocket?–, home, ramen shop, school again. The teen had a small social circle, and only one parent.

'Easy prey'

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On the fourth day, the boy leaves school late, no friends nor father around him. The sun has already gone down, his steps back home are predictable.

'A perfect chance'

Senkuu takes a turn into a especially dark corner, and Gen speeds up to catch him off guard from behind. As soon as Gen turned the corner he found Senkuu waiting for him. This shocks him, but recovers quick.

"Why are you following me?"

"To kill you, my dear~!" he sings, and pounces, hand first to grab Senkuu's throat.

But the other boy was faster, and hit the skin of Gen's wrist with a taser, updated it seemed, since the vampire fell to his knees, the electric current cursing through him. Panting, he still got to grab Senkuu's ankle with his unharmed hand. Senkuu was startled, that shock should've knocked him out cold, instead the other only smiled at him from the ground.

"How feisty"

Senkuu tried turning on his heels to run, but Gen was faster, knocking the taser out of his hands, grabbing him by the neck and slaming him against the brick wall, effectively difficulting the air flow in the boy's lungs. Now, uncertainty –fear– shone in his eyes, it tainted the air around them. Gen grins as he kissed the other's lips softly, turning his head to fit in the crook of Senkuu's neck, and bit –hard– into flesh, blood filling his mouth –such a delicious taste–, it was so sweet.

"Argh" he whined, pained.

However, Gen could now hear people approaching. Reluctant, he lets go of the teen and runs for it, dissapearing into the dark.

Things could've been worse.

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It was almost a week since he'd been attacked, he inspected the two small openings in his neck turning purple-green on the mirror; they were the only proof he had left. There had been rumours about it, but he had dismissed it as an urban legend going around to scare the youth. Something about people that seemed to be attacked by vampires. It was illogical –unrealistic– to believe in something of the sort. Yet, a man who withstood a taser twice as strong than the normal ones, had sunk his fangs into his neck, and drank –he could feel it–, swallowed up –he could hear him– his blood.

If he weren't so convinced that the other wanted him dead, he could even be excited about trying to study someone like that. He sighed and left the bathroom to enter his room, so he could plop down –face first– into his bed.

"Senkuu-chan~!" sings a voice at the door.

And he recognizes it inmediately. He tries to get up, only to be pushed down, a hand held his head in place against the mattress.

"Now, now, be a good boy and be still" he orders.

And Senkuu complies. Byakuya won't be home until a few more hours, he tries desperately to think of a way out, his phone is in the nightstand, if he could reach it he can call the authorities. The vampire flips him over, holding his throat –again– instead of his head, both of his legs straddle him. He knows this face, why does he know this face?

"Don't even think to scream, I'll crush your throat~!" he warns.

And it clicks. 'Asagiri Gen'. The magician. He wrote some trashy book about psicology.

"You gonna kill me so fast?" he smirks, trying to be defying, but the trembling in his voice betrays him.

"I should, you've seen me twice now" Gen muses. "But your blood is truly a feast, it's such a shame to just kill you" he licks his lips.

Senkuu shudders.

"Perhaps I should keep you locked up somewhere to drink from you. But that sounds like too much of a hassle"

"Then how about a deal" Senkuu offers quickly.

The vampire's brow lifts at this, interested. The white-green haired boy does his best to come up with a beneficial arrangement for him.

"How about I give it to you? Huh? My blood, once a week you can drink it. I won't say anything. Won't tell anyone"

"Hmm. And what do you want from me? After all, a deal involves a sort of equivalent exchange, does it not?"

"Let me study you!" he blurts out, since he has the chance, might as well take it. "You're a vampire, right? Well, I'm a scientist and I'm intrigued by that"

He gauges Gen's reaction. He softens the grip on his throat, to run his fingers over his bruised injury, humming.

"I'm not some lab rat, Senkuu-chan~!"

"I won't treat you as one" he promises.

Gen's gaze goes from his neck, to his red eyes. He holds his gaze for agonizingly long seconds, until he smirks and leans down, to kiss his lips again, tilting his head to bite into the marks Senkuu bore –reopening them–, drinking once more. It lasts a minute –perphaps two–, until Gen lets go, and licks his neck all the way up to his earlobe.

"Once a week" he whispers.

He left as he entered; without a sound.

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True to his haste word. Senkuu didn't treat Gen like a lab rat, nor some kind of experiment.

Gen lays on his bed, playing with his phone, his black uneven hair spilled on the pillow, his legs spread leisurely above the covers. The epitome of a lackadaisical persona. Gen notices him staring and smiles –his closed lipped smile– sweetly.

"See something you like, Senkuu-chan?"

"What are you doing with my phone?" he deadpans.

"Playing, of course~!" he says as if it is the most obvious thing in the world.

Senkuu's eye twitches. Ding. The results for Gen's DNA test are done. So he checks that out instead of paying attention to the vampire. It seems normal, except from a few tweaks here and there that made it obvious the blood wasn't entirely human. 'What kind of genetic mutation would cause this?' he ponders. But he can always analize it with more detail, when the blood's owner isn't invading his personal espace. He turns in his chair and walks over to sit at the edge of the bed, undoing the first button of his shirt to better reveal his throat –where two small indentions reside, no longer bruised–.

Gen smirks, he kisses Senkuu and drinks his fill for this week.

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"Why do you always kiss me?"

It's been two months since their arrangement was made, and Senkuu is against the wall, Gen's hands on his waist, nose touching nose right before the usual peck on the lips. The vampire stops a few milimeters aways from him, peeking at him underneath his long eyelashes.

"'Cause you taste so sweet" he purrs.

And he kisses him, more than just a feather touch this time. This time there's a soft tongue invading his mouth, an intrusive leg getting in between his', and Gen's chest so close he can feel his heartbeat through the fabric of his shirt. There's tongue, teeth, lips, saliva, and Gen tastes oddly like cola –so sweet–, he truly likes sweet things. Senkuu sighs, draping his arms on Gen's shoulders.

'Is this what it feels like to sell your soul to the devil?' Senkuu wonders.

Things could be worse.

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Five months of their arrangement, and Senkuu lies his head on the vampire's chest –he's fallen asleep–, as the later plays with the gravity defying locks. It's almost night, the sun's eagerness to go to bed turned everything in purple-pink hues. The vampire wonders when exactly did things became like this. Senkuu sighes in his slumber. He decides it doesn't matter, they're fine the way they are now.

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Moans. Such a lovely sound when it comes from the scientist's mouth. They're bare, skin touching skin, lips meeting lips, fingers tangled on hair, a mess of heat and softness, and desire. Seven months, and they share a bed. Seven months, and they know each other so well, it's like reading their own palms. Seven months, and they're finally having sex.

Until good hearted Byakuya –God bless his soul–, enters Senkuu's room.

Things could, can, and will, be worse. It's the law of Murphy.

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A/N: Also on:

https://www.fanfiction.net/s/13464121/5/SenGen-Week-2019-2020

#sengen week #sengen #sengenweek #day six #day five #supernatural #modern #submission

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kaiparker-avengerssmut · 4 years ago

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Their Doll 12

Home again

B.Barnes x Stark!Reader, S.Rogers x Stark!Reader

Series Warnings: smut, violence, torture, swearing

Chapter Summary: y/n returns home

Warnings: steve almost cries, swearing maybe, kissing, mentions of violence and scars

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Steve was distraught. He sat completely still, head buried in his hands as his mind whirred. I string hand on his shoulder caused the man to look up, blue eyes meeting Tony's brown ones which were filled with sorrow and pity.

"I know you love her, but it's over Steve. They have her there's-" a crack in his voice made the billionaire pause, "there's nothing we can do this time."

"But I left her, Tony!" Steve shouted, standing up abruptly. "I could've saved her, and I didn't!" Steve's face was red, Tony's face taken aback. "She's your daughter and I didn't even save her..."

"Hey, stop." Tony snapped, pulling Steve's attention to him instantly. "I know she's my daughter but I also know that you love her enough that you wouldn't give up on her if you did t have too!" Tony wanted to shout, to scream at his friend.

"He's right, Steve. Well all know you love her." Nat smirked, arms crossed over her chest as she now leant in the doorway.

"How long have you been standing there?" Steve asked and Nat simply quirked a brow. Steve nodded and realised she'd most probably been there the entire time. "And how do you know...?"

"That your in love with y/n?" Nat clarified. Steve nodded. "It's obvious, Capsicle. You literally give her heart eyes whenever she's not looking and you always fidget when you're around her. But my favourite part," Nat pushed off the door frame, walking into the room, "is that you act like you hate her. I new you didn't have great experience with women, but I didn't know it was that bad." She remarked and Steve made to protest but was cut off.

"She's right, y'know. There's no way in hell a girl's gonna ask you out if you critique every last thing about her and give her the evil eyes every time she looks at you." Tony added, making Steve shut his mouth and stare at the ground again.

"B-but it's been weeks." Steve stuttered. "What's if she's... what if they killed her, Tony? I think that's on my. Her blood would be on my hands." He rambled, and Tony was about to reply when Bruce appeared at the door.

"You guys might want to come downstairs." He said quietly, and the three avengers already in the room looked at each other, confused. Steve quickly swiped the threatening tears from his eyes, him and Tony making their way down the stairs as fast as they could.

...

I burst through the doors, immediately met with the sight of Tony pointing to some papers the person next to him was holding and discussing something with them. My face broke out into the biggest smile, the sight of my dad after the hell I'd been through like a shelter from the rain.

I waved frantically, already breaking into a run towards him, his head snapping up at the wild movement and his face morphing into one of shock and relief, his arms held open.

"Lil?" His voice was full of concern as my arms wrapped around his neck when we collided, my legs wrapping around his waist and his hands finding their place on my back. "Oh my god, Lil, you scared us so much, scared me." He whispered into my hair, pulling back enough to cup my face in his hands. "It's you." I smiled.

I nodded my head furiously, burying my wet face into his shoulder, jumping down from the embrace.

"Lily?" The unsure voice from the edge of the room caught my attention, a grin spreading on his lips seeing me. I held back tears looking at him, my smile still wide. He walked towards me, enveloping me in a hug so tight it could crush a normal person. "I'm sorry. I'm so so sorry." He kept saying, his hand tangled in my hair.

I shook my head, sorrow filling my eyes as in stared at the man that had engulfed me with his body. He pulled back, looking sternly into my eyes.

"I know you think I hate you. But, I wouldn't wish what happened to you on anyone, Lily. Not even my worst enemy." Steve whispered, his eyes clouded with pity.

"Well that's new." Tony remarked seeing us hug, confusion lacing his tone. "Hey, kid, what's with the mute?" He pondered as I gave no verbal reply, Steve now looking deeply concerned for me too.

I sighed through my nose, pulling back the collar of the jacket to reveal the long, vermillion scar across my neck.

"You should go see the others, they'll be happy to know you're back." Tony said with a pitiful smile.

...

A million warm embraces later, tears shared and hearty laughs exchanged, I was just about ready to fall asleep and never wake up. I was about to excuse myself when someone tapped my shoulder. I turned to see Steve, a stoic expression on his face.

"Can we talk?" He asked, nodding his head towards the door. I nodded, following him out into the hallway. I laid my shoulder against the wall, observing Steve's constant pacing.

So what's up?

I quickly jotted down, handing the small electronic device Tony had retrieved for me to Steve, raising a brow. He stopped, looking me in the eye. He swallowed thickly, his Adam's apple bobbing.

"I can't tell you how sorry I am, I let him do that to you. It's my fault. I don't even know how to live with myself, I should've come looking for you, or-" I cut him off with a tap on the shoulder as I handed him the pad.

Cap, it's fine. I'm fine.

I stressed, writing in italics. The man read it with furrowed brows. cleared my throat before continuing.

I just don't know how long I can keep pretending to be happy, I just want to die.

I finally confessed, vision blurred and screen obscured with tears. A tear rolled down my cheek.

I don't know how to go on, every tome I close my eyes all I see him, what he did

My gaze averted from his as he read.

"Hey, hey. You're strong, you can do this. Let's go get you cleaned up." Steve suggested, looking at my through his lashes and placing a careful hand on my shoulder, which I flinched away from. I gulped.

Steve, there's a reason he let me go

I wrote down, finally meeting his gaze. His eyes were full of questions he didn't dare ask.

He let me go to send a message. He said that if we interfere with him again what happened to me will be child's play compared to what will happen.

His face dropped.

If a few days of torture is child's play, what does he have planned?

I asked, sobbing now.

"Lily, you were gone for three weeks." Steve added quietly, making me look up from where I'd been starting at the floor to meet his eyes. My eyes widened. Steve grimaced, nodding solemnly.

"Go have a shower, I'll grab you some fresh clothes and a towel. We'll talk more when you're feeling warmer and cleaner." He suggested again, and was met with a nod from me this time.

We reached my room, Steve holding the door opening for me and me giving a tiny smile that said 'thanks' as I walked in. I headed straight for the bathroom, taking my time in peeling the ripped tank top from my body and throwing the muddied shorts on the floor with them. Just then, the door opened, Steve walking in with a towel and some cloths folded on top. His eyes widened and he instantly apologised.

"Sorry, lily, I thought you'd be in the shower by now." But before he could walk out his eyes finally locked on me. His eyes raked over me, his eyes surveying my wrists, which were rubbed red-raw from chains and ropes; my neck, which was red and violently bruised; my bruised upper arms; my waist that was covered with finger-shaped bruises; my thighs, that were also bruised and finally my back that starred at him in the mirror. It was a mess of diagonal cuts, which were not longer bleeding but were still a blood red colour. I looked down at my feet nervously, feeling weird under his gaze.

"He did this to you?" Steve asked, tears in his eyes. I nodded, slowly looking back up at him. Before he could say anything else I cupped his face in my hands, smashing my lips to his in a kiss that conveyed everything I could never say out loud. After a moment, his hands reached for my face, returning the kiss. Our lips welded together, his tongue poking at my lower lip, begging for entrance that I granted. His tongue rolled over mine in languid stroked, soothing. I pulled back first, turning and pulling the shower curtain open. I climbed in, turning on the water and getting lost in the warmth and steam that swallowed me.

...

I walked out the bathroom, clad in one of Steve's T-shirt he grabbed for me, some shorts and fresh underwear. He must've noticed that I liked stealing Tony's shirts and given me one of his instead. Rubbing my hair dry with a towel, I dumped it on a near-by chair when my hair was only damp. Steve instantly stood from where he was sat on the edge of my bed when he saw me, looking at me with an unreadable expression.

I began writing, but before I could finish his lips were on mine and the little device was dropped to the floor. It was less desperate that the last time, more passionate and slow. It expressed everything we needed to say, and that was enough. My arms hooked around his neck, my fingers playing with the hairs at the base of his neck, whilst one of his tangled in my hair, the other resting on my cheek.

"You talk too much." He mumbled against my lips and we both let out a breath meant to be a laugh. "Too soon?" He asked before leaning in for another, our lips locking together. He pulled back and looked in my eyes, his hand running through my dampened hair.

He cleared his throat, stepping back from me, his gaze flitting from the door before landing back on me.

"I should go." He spoke, heading for the door. As he placed his hand on the door knob he froze at when I tapped on his broad back.

Don't.

The little device said. He had a hopeful look in his eyes.

Go. Don't go. Please.

I wrote , looking at him with pleading eyes. He nodded, walking back over to me.

I don't think I can be alone tonight.

I stated before climbing into my bed and patting the spot next to me. Steve hesitantly climes in beside me, laying behind me and draping his arm over my waist, pulling me into his firm chest. His body heat radiated over me and sleep soon took over as I sunk into him, his hand playing with my hair.

...

"Lil? Lily? Lily!" I shot up, panting hard and sweat covering my forehead. I slowly look to the side where Tony sat, a concerned look filling his eyes. My gaze looked at the door, where Steve stood, looking over me with what looked like fear, before going back to Tony. "Hey, kiddo, what happed?" He asked, stoking my hair. I swallowed thickly, breathing calmed down.

"You were restless, moving about in your sleep." Steve clarifies from the door, not wearing what he was before. He must've left after I fell asleep. I motioned for Tony to pass me the device which sat on the bedside table and he handed to to me.

I was back there. He was

I couldn't finish writing, the device falling from my shaking hand onto the duvet as I bit back tears, sinking into the embrace Tony held me in.

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