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[seumyo]

we’re cooking with this (bnha oc insert RAAGH 🦖)

[kevinsdsy]

Jean Moreau was staring at the ceiling of his bedroom. He could hear Jeremy Knox, whom he shared a room with, chatting with Laila even though the door to their bedroom was closed. He couldn’t smell it yet, but he knew Cat was making dinner right now. Normally, he would’ve been helping her out in the kitchen at this time, especially because both Jeremy and Laila were disastrous in the kitchen themselves. Jean wasn’t much of a cook himself either—his past with the Edgar Allen Ravens hadn’t allowed him to develop such skills, but ever since coming to California, he had learned a thing or two from Cat, and he had managed to not burn the kitchen down.

Everything within Jean screamed to get up out of bed. His body had somewhat gotten used to 24-hour days when he was still with the Palmetto State Foxes, but it was times like these, when he was doing nothing but wasting his time, when he could feel how long 24 hours actually were in comparison of the 16-hour days he had grown up with for most his life in the nest. Jean secretly hoped Jeremy would stay quiet for a long time, so the anxious feeling of being left alone without a partner would kick in and push him to get out of bed. Instead, Jeremy’s voice was moving through the halls, leaving Jean comfortably staring at the ceiling for the past hour or so.

[rainwater71]

writing fan fiction has taken over my life🙏😭 like it’s literally the only thing occupying me atm. I devote legit all my free time to writing and i’m absolutely so crushed when it doesn’t get like any votes or views, RAHH WATTPAD

[circusmania]

SIN Chapter 6

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⚠️ TW: Religion (Christianity) and manipulation at its finest ⚠️

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I'm always going to be there,

Even if you don't want me to be.

That night was more so a blur, although I remember crying in Marcus's arms. I remember him softly brushing my hair as my tears poured down. Oh… Judy, Judy, Judy.

Saying your name sounds so foreign.

Going back to school was hard without her. I kept expecting her to run up to me or for me to wake up, but… I never did. All the promises we had made over the years still roll around in my head. Her voice keeps repeating itself over and over.

Omar's hand draped over my shoulder. We were all still grieving… Vanessa was sitting at my side as well. “Have they started planning her funeral yet?” Vanessa asked as she dabbed a napkin on her lower eyelid. “Don't know… I think her parents are making it a private funeral.” Omar replied.

“Oh… I see.” Vanessa's voice wavered. I couldn't blame her, I would've wanted to attend her funeral as well. However, I don't know if I could keep my tears from spilling if I see her again.

It hasn't been a long time since Judy's death, but the talks seem to have died down. Everyone has forgotten about her. No more staring or whispering when I walk through the halls. It all must seem like yesterday's news to them.

“How could they have forgotten her so easily?” I retorted.

“Must be all the disappearance that's been happening. People have learned to move on quickly.” Omar whispered, his hand still on my shoulder.

“Disappearances?” I stop.

How come I haven't heard of any disappearances? I swear I check the news daily, it couldn't have gone over my head.

“Yeah, disappearances. I think there's been 9 in total, and the police have been undergoing numerous investigations. Must be why they dismissed Judy's case so easily.” Vanessa slumped. Her eyes stayed on her used, crumpled napkin.

“But that's not right! Judy was pressured by the fucker who sent out that video!!” “It was a suicide, that's all they needed to know.” Omar sighed.

“Why are you two dismissing this so easily!? Don't you care about Judy?! Don't you want to know who took that video!?” I stood up abruptly.

Omar's hand slipped off my shoulder, and he and Vanessa exchanged a sorrowful look.

I can't believe them.

“We do care… it's just…”

“Just WHAT Omar!? Vanessa, Judy was your friend!”

Vanessa stayed quiet. She rubbed her arm and avoided eye contact.

“I think you should go out for a breath of fresh air.”

“What!? No! I'm letting this go, I-”

“Please…”

Why did Vanessa remind me so much of Judy?

I sighed and complied.

“Okay…”

I took my bag and walked off. Even if I had my back turned, I could still feel their burning stares from behind.

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Maybe this is what I needed. I enjoy walking around town and seeing other people live their lives. They seem all so peaceful… It's crazy to think about the fact that there might be a killer on the loose that's causing all those disappearances. It could just as easily be a wild animal… maybe both.

I wonder why it hasn't been broadcasted on the news.

A sudden yell made me snap out of my thoughts. Not far from where I was heading was a man dressed in a white robe in front of a church. The local church was located far from the school and the park I came from. I must've been walking for some while now.

“Repent! Repent! The Lord is coming! He sees your sorrows! He sees all! Repent!”

What a nut job.

I walked closer, it seemed he was passing out Bibles and pamphlets. I walked close enough to catch his attention because in a moment his whole body turned towards me.

“Young man! Oh! The Lord has seen your cries! He listens and watches! Repent, and he'll save you from the claws of Satan!”

Alright, this man was good.

“Alright… uh… is there a sign-up sheet or-”

That made him chuckle.

“No, no son. Every Sunday come to our church, in fact, come whenever you please. Open your heart to God, and he'll save you from whatever grief and pain consumes you.”

He passed me a Bible and a pamphlet.

“Will do… uhm, my name is-”

“I know what your name is, son. The Lord has spoken to me through a dream, he told me to guide you and let you see the light.”

“Uh-huh…”

“My name is Father Pierre. If you have any questions, please, come see me.”

And with that, he turned and went back to yelling in the streets. I put the Bible in my bag and opened the pamphlet.

As I was walking back to Omar and Vanessa, reading through the pamphlet put my mind at ease.

A God who hears my cries and pleases.

A God who'll listen and save me.

I am in need of saving.

“Omar, Vanessa? I'm back.” They turned towards me with a small smile.

“Oh? Back so soon?” Vanessa smiled before noticing the pamphlet.

“What's that?” Omar shot me a glance.

“Oh, I've decided to join the church... or something. I think it'll be good for me to believe in something... have a little hope, you know?”

Vanessa and Omar looked as if they wanted to say something, but they were interrupted by a low voice speaking from behind me.

“You joined the church…?”

I turned around, and of course, it was Marcus.

“Oh, Marcus. Yeah, I have.”

Vanessa and Omar squirmed behind me, I could hear them whispering and imagine them sparing glancing between themselves and between Marcus and me.

“Christians are liars. They manipulate believers into thinking they're worshipping a God. But in reality…” He leaned in closer. “You're just worshipping them.”

“Uhm… like I said… I'm just giving it a shot.”

“You always just give it a shot,” Vanessa mumbled.

“What's that supposed-”

“Point is… I don't think it's good for you to put off all your problems on some God.” Omar interrupted.

“I'll be the judge of that.”

It was silent for a bit before Marcus spoke up.

“Who gave you these?”

I looked back at Marcus, and he was holding the pamphlet and the bible.

“How did you- … erm… It was Father Pierre… I think that's what his name was...”

Marcus, Vanessa, and Omar's faces shifted.

“I heard that he's crazy… people are conspiring that he's the one responsible for all the disappearances,” Vanessa said.

“What-”

“Not only that… he's known for being rather… touchy,” Omar added.

“How would you-”

“Not to mention, he has a past of perjury…” Marcus smiled.

“Stop it! It's my choice to make, not yours! Not too long ago, you two were so dismissive of Judy's death. Well, you two can grieve in whatever way you want! Just let me grieve my way.”

“It's not that… it's the church we have a problem with.” Vanessa advanced towards me with her hand on her chest.

Omar's eyebrows scrunched up, turning his face into a frown. He walked over to me before putting his arm around my shoulder. He turned us around and began walking away.

“Why don't you just sleep on it? It's been hard for you… well, all of us… People tend to go overboard when trying to crawl their way out of a ditch.”

“I know, Omar… but, nothing is set in stone yet. It's good to try new things.”

I stopped and so did Omar. He sighed before taking my hand in his; his thumb caressed my hand gently.

He leaned in and hugged me.

“Just be careful, okay? So many things are going on and… I'd hate for you to make a decision you'd wind up regretting later on.”

“Don't worry Omar. I'll be fine.”

“I hope so.”

He gave me one last smile before he left to go back to Vanessa.

I turned around, and my heart almost jumped out of my chest. Right across the street stood the church with Father Pierre out front. He wasn't wearing his white robe… more like a traditional priest robe. He waved at me, and I couldn't help but wave back.

He had such a gentle demeanour that I couldn't resist.

However, one thought throbbed in the back of my mind.

That church…

It moved.

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[dadbastiandisaster]

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[jaeshoney]

i had to cancel my prime membership last month because i don’t have a job and im like broke broke and it’s killing me that i can’t read anymore. ik there’s sites and stuff but kindle is way more convenient for me

[the1bidding]

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[plugnuts]

Where was this writing energy when I was still writing zero_one?

[panthera-tigris-venenata]

Behold, the Christmas story Tiger wrote over three years ago (And that still isn’t finished yet):

Andělka has a light mikado and dark blue peepers. She likes to wear a ladybug clip and a charm bracelet. Andělka is seven years old and those eyes of hers see more than they should.

They know when the teacher wants to cry. They tell her that her dad is happy when she brings him a picture she made and that mommy lights up when she shares chocolate with her.

And Andělka is tired of seeing sad people.

It’s an advent calendar story, meaning a story a day from tomorow till Christmas is here, if you’d like that.

[ninawolv3rina]

Hey psst anyone who likes my writing might want to follow @blood-water-serial 👀

[nova-multifandom]

I’m planning on making a new story soon…

Story updates/info coming soon!

[abigaillazaar]

dude i'm in the mood for a contemporary romance book but they're all either poorly written or somehow dubc*n i'm SOOOOOOO mad

[tychodorian]

Did you know I'm uploading free samples of my work to Wattpad? This week, I've updated my book Braidy von Althuis and the Gullible Ghost Hunter. You can find this sample, as well as a sample of the first book Braidy von Althuis and the Pesky Pest Controller, on Wattpad for free!

It's a book about ghosts and Halloween, but is it really //too late// in the year for ghosts and Halloween?

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[trashartgalleries]

This is the second chapter from a story I'm working on (I'm currently writing chapter 4) and I'd like to know what you think (please be kind to me TTwTT) 😀:

         “Drok's been spacing out all day,” one of the Orc warriors whispers to the other, both their eyes on their captain. He staring up at the sky with his arms crossed and his thoughts on what happened yesterday.

 “A Human? What the hell’s that?”

Vittorio puts his hands on his hips, “I’m not too sure myself; I’m… still learning about the world I’ve been brought in to.”

Drok crosses his arms, “Are you by yourself? Surely you have others like you.”

The shorter slowly blinks as he averts his gaze, a sad expression on his face.

“No.”

“The Gods sure are cruel to only make Vittorio and no one else.” Drok said mentally, “How’s he supposed to reproduce and build up his kind if it’s just him? I wonder where he wandered off to after we talked.”

“Oi, Drok. Chief Magub’s coming this way.”

The Orc captain snaps out of his thoughts after hearing his older brother’s name, standing up to properly greet him.

“Brother,” Magub puts a hand on Drok’s shoulder, “come with me for a second.”

~

         “Why’re we in the dungeons?” Drok asked as he followed Magub down the steps.

“Someone picked up the scent of an outsider and followed it to find.” He gestures towards a cell, “This.”

Drok’s eyes widened in shock when he saw Vittorio lying against the stone floor with his hands chained behind his back.

“Chief Magub.” The wise mother looks at him, “I don’t sense any bloody magic comin’ from ‘im, and his scent’s nothin’ like an Elf’s. It’s… unfamiliar to me. What shall we do with ‘im?”

Magub, “Kill ‘im-.”

Drok, “Wait!”

Everyone in the room blinks twice when Drok hurries to stand in front of the iron bars, “We’d be exterminatin’ new if we kill ‘im!”

Magub knits his eyebrows together, “What are you takin’ about, brother?”

“Don’t.” Drok heard Vittorio faintly plea. The Orc captain clenches his fists before choosing his words carefully, “This man is a very tall Dwarf, nothin’ more!”

The wise mother slowly blinks, “But his scent’s nothin’ like Dwarf’s.”

Drok perks up, “And you also said that it’s nothin’ like an Elf’s so we shouldn’t kill ‘im! I’ll keep an eye on ‘im!”

Magub crosses his arms as he raises a curious eyebrow, “You sure about this, brother?”

“I’m dead serious; he’ll serve me as my servant.”

Magub thinks for a moment then nods, “Alright, I trust your judgement on this, Drok. ‘ere,” he tosses something in the air, “use the keys to free ‘im, and be sure to keep a close eye on ‘im. I don’t need an Elf spy among my people.”

Drok watches his brother and the wise mother leave the dungeon before turning to unlock the cell stepping inside.

“Before I unlock those cuffs, look me in the eyes ‘nd tell me you’re not an Elf in disguise.”

Vittorio lifts his head, “I don’t even know what an Elf is.”

The Orc examines the Human’s facial expression before moving to free his wrists, sitting down next to the smaller as he rubs them.

“I’d love to free you completely, but my brother’s suspicious of you. For the time bein’ you and I are gonna be spendin’ a lot of time together.”

Vittorio sighs as he sits on his ass, “I understand… just…,” he looks at Drok, “can I have three days to myself each month?”

Drok tilts his head, “What for?”

“I can’t tell you.”

The larger huffs, “And why’s that?”

The smaller huffs back, “Because I just can’t.”

Drok huffs again then pats Vittorio’s head, “Fine; I’ll respect ya privacy.”

The Human blushes softly at the sudden act of physical affection, timidly averting his gaze as the Orc rubs his hand from side to side. He moves his hand back, “Before I can show ya around, and take ya to my place, the wise mother has to find out what ya are.”

“As in… my race?”

“Nah, ya second gender.” Drok scoffs as he rolls his eyes, “It’s somethin’ the Elves discovered a few generations back, but everyone has a second gender.”

Vittorio tilts his head curiously, “Second… gender?”

“You really don’t know anythin’, do ya?”

The shorter shakes his head no.

~

         Vittorio looks around the large hut curiously as Drok guides him towards the wise mother, “Brought him; let’s get this over with so I can get him settled at home.”

“Young man,” she lifts her hand at the large crystal ball next to her, “please touch this gem.”

Drok notices Vittorio take a cautious step back, looking down at him while placing a hand on his back in a supportive manner.

“It’s alright, Vittorio, it doesn’t hurt.”

The Human thought for a moment then turned to grab the Orc’s hand with his, the action taking Drok off guard. No one’s ever done something like this before, it made his heart jump into his throat.

He blushes softly as he allows the human to drag him forward with him, before the two stopped walking. Vittorio thinks for a moment then places his free hand on the round gem, his eyes widening when some wind gushes from it. His other hand tightens its grip on Drok as his breathing picks up a little, calming back down when the taller squeezed back.

Vittorio slowly moves his hand back then blinks twice when an unfamiliar symbol forms above the crystal from the wind it produced, unaware of the bewildered expressions on the wise mother’s and Drok’s face.

“An omega?” Drok asked in disbelief, his eyes widening as far as they could go when he realized something. That’s why Vittorio asked for three days out of the month when he could be alone, to deal with his heat.

“What are you?” the wise mother asked as she cups her hand against the Human’s cheeks, “You’re a man, correct?”

“Yes,” Vittorio answers, blinking as his head is cocked in different directions. Drok looks at him, “But you’re also an omega; male omegas aren’t real!”

Vittorio, “I don’t know what that is. All I know is that three days each month my ass gets wet, and my body gets hot, and I can’t move around much. I pee standing up and I shit sitting down.”

The wise mother thinks for a moment then sighs, “How much don’t you know?”

Vittorio, “A lot; I’m… new to all this.”

She hums then moves her hands back before looking at Drok, “I would tell chief Magub to let him go, but he could be lyin’ about not knowin’ anthin’.”

Drok nods, “Then let’s give ‘im a year. If he truly knows nothin’ then we can let im’ go. If he’s lyin’, and he’s actually a spy from the Elven kingdom, then I’ll handle his execution.” “Very well, I’ll let the chief know of your choice.” She looks back at Vittorio, “For what it’s worth, welcome to the Orc Tribes.”

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I wanted to combine the A/B/O dynamic with a fantasy world that humans just spawned into a few generations later... and I wanted to do Alpa!Orc / Omega!Human 👉👈😗

I hope this, at least, seemed interesting! ��