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ladykailitha · 1 year ago

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Not All That Glitters is Gold Part 12

Well, this story is complete. I finished it on Friday and will be fully uploaded in two weeks. With chapters 14/15 next week on the 31st and 16/17 on April 7th.

This has been one hell of a ride. I never thought I would ever do omegaverse. But this one just demanded to be written.

TAG LIST FOR THIS STORY IS CLOSED

Eddie takes Steve shopping and they go the Grammy's.

Pt 1 Pt 2 Pt 3 Pt 4 Pt 5 Pt 6 Pt 7 Pt 8 Pt 9 Pt 10 Pt 11

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Steve loved shopping. It was his favorite thing in the world. He especially loved it when he went with Chrissy or Robin or sometimes even both. But he was finding out that shopping with Eddie was special.

“I’m going to rock your world, sweetheart,” Eddie murmured when they entered the shop.

It was all high end, naturally. But it was the type of stuff Steve would have bought for himself back in high school.

“Eddie...” he whined a little.

It was sweet, it really was. But he couldn’t wear the ‘uniform’ of a omega housewife. Not anymore.

“Just wait, darlin’,” Eddie whispered, “it’s gonna be good.”

Just then a man came over. He was short, barely 5’5”. He had warm brown skin and silver hair.

“Hello, loves,” he said, voice as warm as his skin tone. His accent was the vaguely British of someone who had lived in the United States for a long time.

“Hello,” Eddie greeted, kissing him on each cheek. “Steve, this is Raj. Raj, this is Steve Harrington, he’s a Starcourt omega.”

Raj clasped his hands together. “It’s a pleasure to meet you, Steve.”

Eddie turned to Steve. “Raj is a professional stylist. He’s dressed me for many an event and he’s going to help you find your style.”

Steve smiled at him. Because of course Eddie was only trying to help and not make him feel inferior about liking a style that he couldn’t wear.

“Come on, love,” Raj said, “tell me what you like.”

And so Steve did just that.

They spent the afternoon trying on several different combinations and styles that Steve felt like he was a runway model to the crowd of one.

Eddie sat on a big, white, overstuffed armchair and made comments on everything Steve tried on.

Three hours later, Steve was walking out of the store in a navy blue striped polo and tight fitted jeans and several bags filled with clothes of a similar style.

Steve laughed when he exited the shop, twirling around with his bags. Just so happy.

Xander took the bags from Steve and put them in the trunk of the car to keep the bags from going flying.

Eddie pulled him in for a kiss.

“God, you are so gorgeous when you’re happy,” he murmured into Steve’s neck.

Steve hummed. “Well, it’s a good thing that the thing that makes me happiest is you, huh?”

Eddie looked up at him with a tender smile. “Back attcha, big boy.”

Steve wrapped his arms around his neck and kissed him deeply.

“Will I get to see you before the Grammy’s on Sunday?” he asked, softly.

Eddie sighed. “Unfortunately not. I have so many interviews and shit that I just won’t have time.”

“That’s okay. I still have other work I’ve got scheduled this week.”

Eddie kissed him deeply. “You have fun, babe and I’ll see you on Sunday.”

“Bye.”

Eddie watched as the car pulled away from the curb. He had gotten to meet both Robin and Xander, the two people tasked with keeping Steve safe and he found that he loved them both.

And that fact settled one of the worries in his chest about Steve, knowing that his boy was being looked after properly when he wasn’t around.

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“Troy’s coming,” Robin said, “I’m not asking, I’m telling you.”

Steve glared at her. “He’s creepy.”

“He’s really not,” she defended. “He’s very protective of the omegas in his care and I need a second pair of eyes on you tonight.”

“I don’t see why,” Steve said rolling his eyes. “I’ve done hundreds of events with only one handler in the past. What makes tonight so special?”

“The press.”

Steve huffed. “I literally when to an event for the press with Nancy, how is this any different?”

“Because these aren’t the civilized press, Steve,” Robin said menacingly. “These are the vultures. The bottom of the barrel. Sleazy, gasping, horrible people who will judge you, seek to tear you down, and humiliate you.”

Steve let out a long sigh. “Fine.”

“Thank you.” She kissed his cheek. “Eddie has his own security, but they’ve been coordinating with Troy and me all week. What’s your signal for needing to get out quick?”

“Moving my clutch from my left hand to my right,” he said.

She nodded. That was a good signal. Steve liked his right hand free to shake hands with people.

“What’s your signal if you need to get away from the alpha?” she asked next.

“I take out my earrings,” he dutifully replied.

Again, not something Steve would normally do, so she nodded.

“The code word to get both of you away from someone who is harassing one or both of you is ‘caveat’.”

“As in ‘one of the caveats for dating an escort is to be understanding when something work related comes up’?”

Robin grinned. “Perfect. All right, we’re good to go.”

Steve grabbed his black clutch and matching shawl. It was February in California, but it was still February.

He draped the shawl over his shoulders and walked out to the car.

Troy and Robin got into a white SUV with Troy at the wheel.

Steve slid into his car to find a waiting Eddie.

“Well this is a surprise,” he cooed, sliding up to press himself against his boyfriend’s side.

Eddie chuckled, lifting his arm to wrap around his shoulders. “Benefits of properly courting you, darlin’. Management is letting me know where you live. Ish.”

“Ish?” Steve asked, scenting along Eddie’s jaw.

“Yeah,” he murmured. “The windows were tinted so I don’t know exactly where we are, but I know enough.”

“Ah.”

Yeah, that made sense.

“You look so pretty, baby,” Eddie said, changing the topic. “You look good enough to eat.”

Steve chuckled. “So do you.”

And he did. He was wearing a black suit coat with black rhinestones embroidered into the lapels, with a white button up shirt that decidedly not, tucked into a pair of black slacks. On his neck were several necklaces and chains and his wrists were covered in bangles and more chains.

He had a single earring in his left ear which was an upside down cross.

Steve was enraptured.

“This is all for you, baby doll,” Eddie murmured into Steve’s ear. “I rarely dress up for these things, but I wanted to look good for you.” His hand reached around to cup Steve’s ass. “Especially with you looking like sex on legs in that short dress.”

Steve chuckled. “You keep this up and we’re going end up torturing poor Xander’s ears by having sex back here.”

Eddie’s eyes blew wide. “Shit Stevie, if we didn’t have to be there at a specific time, I would absolutely hold you to that.” And he pulled Steve even closer to him so that the omega could feel the reaction to his words.

Steve couldn’t stop himself from scenting Eddie again.

“Did I tell you that thing the attracted me to you second to you being the sweetest thing,” he murmured, “was your scent?”

Eddie licked his lips. “Right back ya. Together we smell of Christmas.”

Steve giggled. “A little bit, yeah.”

Xander caught Steve’s eye in the rearview mirror and raised his eyebrow causing the omega to blush, ducking his head shyly.

Xander knew something that Robin didn’t as she couldn’t be in the car with him for things like this.

Despite a Starcourt escorts’ reputation for being sex pots, sex wasn’t allowed in the back of the car. Mainly because of the driver, but also because what they did was meant to be higher than just make outs in the back of a car.

It wasn’t a rule, like not giving out their personal number was a rule, but it was a guideline that Steve had adhered to almost religiously. So for him to even suggest jumping Eddie was completely out of character for him.

Eddie raised Steve’s head gently with his forefinger. “You look so pretty when you blush, baby, but there is nothing going on here that you need to be ashamed of, okay?”

Steve nodded.

Just then the car rolled to a stop, signaling that they had arrived at the red carpet.

Behind them Troy and Robin stepped out with Eddie’s two security members. All of them dressed in black suits and ties with pristine white button up shirts.

All of them pulled out their sunglasses and slid them on. Troy walked up to the door and opened it.

Eddie slid out first, waving to the crowd. Then he turned around and helped Steve get out of the car. Steve waved, too, then slipped his hand around Eddie’s arm.

“The first interview is with Vanity Fair, Kayla Brosnahan,” Troy murmured to them. “She’s very fashion orientated so she’ll ask about your clothes first.”

Steve nodded. He glanced at Eddie, who nodded.

They walked up to the beautiful alpha reporter in a long, slinky, red dress.

“Kayla, Vanity Fair,” she said to the cameraman, “here with Eddie Munson, frontman of Corroded Coffin who is up for three awards tonight, and Starcourt escort, Steve Harrington.”

She turned to them. “Wow! You two look absolutely stunning together. Who designed your clothes tonight?”

Steve smiled. “Omega designer, Lola Martinez and the jewelry is by St Giovanni.”

“Wow,” she breathed. “Those are some pretty big names. And how about you, Eddie? Who are you wearing tonight?”

“Jimmy Pantera.”

Jimmy was a known alternative style fashion designer. Chains, leather, denim, studs; basically the metal and grunge scene. What Eddie as wearing would have been very conservative for his collection.

“Very nice,” Kayla said. “I can see it now. Wow.” She turned to Steve. “Have you had any clients cancel on you because you’re being courted?”

Eddie bristled and was about to lay into her when Steve touched his elbow.

Steve batted his eyelashes with a simpering pout. “Oh, Kayla, you know all client information is confidential.” Kayla opened her mouth to say something snide, but Steve beat her to it. “Plus, I don’t kiss and tell. Not like a certain omega who’s been warming your bed.”

Suddenly she was sputtering and back tracking. “Eddie, you’re up for three awards tonight, what are your hopes for tonight?”

“Corroded Coffin and I are very happy to have been nominated for Best Metal Album, Album of the Year, and Single of the Year for ‘Hell’s Lookin’ Better Than Heaven’, but we were disappointed we weren’t nominated for more. Best Metal Performance is a prime example. Even though we made more money then any other touring band last year, we weren’t even considered.”

Again Kayla was forced to back track and try to start over but they had chosen that moment to move on. Kayla turned to her camera and made a slicing motion across her throat to tell him to stop taping.

All the interviews kept in the same vein. They would be chatty, ask about what they were wearing or who they were most excited to see perform and then drop shit like:

“Are you going to make Steve stop escorting once finish your courtship?”

To which Eddie replied, “I’m not so fragile that I need constant validation that my dick is big enough. Stevie is his own person and if he wants to keep working, why would I stop him?”

Followed by back pedaling and Steve and Eddie moving on.

Next asshole:

“Steve, are you angling for a bond to get out of being an escort?”

Steve and Eddie just blinked at him like he was too stupid for words. They just walked off.

Once Troy just moved them past an interviewer calling their name.

Steve looked down and a little behind him. “What was wrong with that one?”

“He’s been sexually harassing omegas that come through,” Troy muttered back. “Making lewd comments, making passes at them, touching them without their consent.”

Steve nodded and Eddie put a protective hand on his lower back. They made it through the gauntlet and into the Radio Music Hall.

They sat down at the table that already had the rest of the band and their plus ones and settled into enjoy the show.

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Part 13 Part 14 Part 15 Part 16 Part 17

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dragongirl028 · 1 year ago

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Onyx Equinox: All Hope is NOT Lost!

So for those of you who don't know, Anna Lencioni (the wife of Onyx Equinox creator and Executive Producer, Sofia Alexander) has begun to regularly host live streams on Twitch every Tuesday and Thursday afternoon to chat with fans while animating segments of her upcoming Indie series Enceladus V. Who should walk in and join for a little while on the latest stream, but Sofia herself (shocker)!

Not just that, but the two divulged on some super juicy, super hopeful information regarding the future of Onyx Equinox, and, let me say, folks: All hope is NOT lost on this series! There's a chance we'll be getting more information, and possibly even more seasons, in MUCH due time. Here's every detail I noted down from the stream relating to the future of Onyx Equinox (SPOILER WARNING (duh)!!!):

• Sofia wanted to explore K’in in a more nuanced way in season 2; he was going to have a lot of growth in that season, since he finds out Yun never wanted to be an ulama player, and was pressured into it by his twin brother • “I think you should come onto my stream and tell everyone what would’ve happened in season 2… we gotta schedule that one… we might have to do an English and Spanish simulcast.” - Anna • Ship-hinting/queer characters/more LGBTQ+ representation in Onyx Equinox: Yes, yes, and yes. More info will be given in the exposition stream • Gustavo “would probably work for free” on future seasons • “Crunchyroll doesn’t give a SINGLE fuck.” High Guardian Spice's OST was released, and Crunchyroll didn’t care about that • Gustavo technically owns Onyx Equinox’s OST, he’ll likely be the one to release it, once he’s less busy

• If properly finished, Onyx Equinox would have three seasons AND a movie; the movie would be pretty much an origin story, focusing on Tezcatlipoca and Quetzalcoatl vs. Cipactli • Crunchyroll DID ask Sofia to write a season 2, but then the merger with Sony happened, and, well, we know what happened from there... • Coyolxāuhqui was going to be in season 2 as a “major fan” of Mictecacihuatl, and [Micteca] was going to be on “the good side… one of the heroes, so-to-speak.” • “There is a contract. I think Sofi has rights [to Onyx Equinox] in her version, but we haven’t explored it yet, and I think we need to.” • “I have become a little bit selfish about sharing more [about Onyx Equinox and the characters], because I feel like the industry already sucked me dry… eventually, I’ll be healed enough to say ‘Yeah, let’s give it another try, and fight for this.’ I feel that if Onyx is meant to be told, it’ll be told, even if it takes a little bit.” - Sofia • Final words of the stream: “We’ll keep you updated on the Onyx Equinox exposition stream!”

So, yes! As Miracle Max from The Princess Bride has said, Onyx Equinox is "only mostly dead". Will we need to wait while for more information and content? Absolutely. Will it be worth it? AB-SO-LUTE-LY! The Gods have heard us, folks! Onyx Equinox someday, will be back!

EDIT (1/16/25): Per this Tweet from Gustavo, he'll be uploading the entire Onyx Equinox soundtrack this year on Spotify!

#onyx equinox #commentary #long post #signal boost

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umber-cinders · 2 years ago

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20 Questions for Fic Writers

I was tagged by @pilesofpillows 😙

1. How many works do you have on AO3?

Four works so far but hoping to add more since I have a lot more fics written I've never published.

2. What’s your total AO3 word count?

Wow I didn't even know this was a thing! Had to look up how to find it. My total Ao3 word count is 182,483 words.

3. What fandoms do you write for?

My current works are for Black Panther but I plan to write a oneshot for MCU's Secret Invasion show because I liked Gravik and thought he was hot (I like the skrull in general lol). But I also have pretty long and large fics for Netflix's 2017 movie "Bright" that I want to upload as well. There are other fandoms too but they escape me atm.

4. What are your top 5 fics by kudos?

I only have four fics up and one of them is brand new so 😅

Winter Moon

Mount Jabari

If The Shoe Fits

Incubus

In that order. You can find a link to my fics for both tumblr and Ao3 here

5. Do you respond to comments? Why or why not?

Absolutely! I love talking to the people reading my stuff and want them to know that their comments are appreciated and often keep me motivated to write more 😁Love you guys! 💕

6. What is the fic you wrote with the angstiest ending?

Hmmm, I guess that would be If The Shoe Fits. There's a planned part two that might negate this answer though.

7. What’s the fic you wrote with the happiest ending?

Mount Jabari 🤣Reader was very happy at the end of that fic.

8. Do you get hate on fics?

I did on Winter Moon but I don't particularly care about the opinions of someone whose intentions are to be intentionally dismissive and negative so the comments the person received in return were likely not what they had wanted 💀

9. Do you write smut? If so, what kind?

Absolutely yes. Bring me the SMUT! Right now! I will write it for you if you don't.

10. Do you write crossovers? What’s the craziest one you’ve written?

Nah, never did a crossover and not really a fan of them. However when I was still really young there was a gigantic, kind of OOC crossover fic with a bunch of popular anime from the 90s/2000s called Otherworld and I used to read that like it was the bible. It inspired me to do my own first fanfics. There were like 9 books to that story and multiple oneshots and short stories that tied the characters together and everything.

11. Have you ever had a fic stolen?

Not that I am aware... and anyone who tries it....

12. Have you ever had a fic translated?

Not publicly, but I have gotten a comment that someone loves my story so much that they translate every chapter so that they could read it properly and it made me so happy 😭❤💕

13. Have you ever co-written a fic before?

Nope! But I do love giving other authors ideas and vice versa. I think it helps people think outside the box when they brainstorm with friends.

14. What’s your all-time favorite ship?

I'm going to say Attoye from Black Panther for now? I was never that big of a "shipping" person in fandoms but I definitely enjoy Attoye enough to say I ship them. I also like Nashuri and Killmora.

15. What’s a WIP you want to finish but doubt you ever will?

Nothing atm. I tend to work on stories in order of inspiration and importance. I don't publish things I'm not willing to commit time to at some point.

16. What are your writing strengths?

I'm not sure exactly. I've been told that I write very descriptively and that it can paint a vivid picture of scenarios and characters, so I'll go with that.

17. What are your writing weaknesses?

Fluff and filler. I don't dislike fluff completely but I tend to write it as realistically as possible because trying to imagine people being that super ooey gooey makes me wanna gag and cringe lmfao

18. Thoughts on writing dialogue in another language in fic?

I do it only when necessary for the simple fact that having to provide translations for entire scenes of dialogue gets tiresome and tricky.

19. First fandom you wrote for?

Inuyasha in middle school💀

20. Favorite fic you’ve written?

It doesn't have a name but like I said above, it was definitely Inuyasha and or anime related.

No pressure tagging: @karisomk, @megamindsecretlair, @mamajankyy, @mickimomo and anyone else who see this and would like to participate!

#tumblr tag game #writer tag game

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bluenight-radio · 1 year ago

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140420

blue night radio ♡ (76th broadcast)

stream: mixcloud

at around 44:00 and 1:04:00 the audio fades out followed by a couple seconds of silence, but it comes back so don't worry. seems they had some kind of technical problem.

little notice: i’m planning on moving away from mixcloud but until i find a good website i’ll link to home where the kazoo is’ uploads on mixcloud. this is bc i unfortunately don’t have my pc where i’m currently studying so i cant make uploads myself, but i want to be able to continue posting on this blog.

guest: none

commercial break: none

translation:

"Listener said that she is unable to study properly while listening to Blue Night. J: my voice is too soothing, sorry" "I woke up a little later today. My doggy climbed onto me and woke me up. I hugged her and slept for 2 more hours"

credit to k's listography.

cute parts: at 32:10 jonghyuns reads a message from a listener named "kim jong-hyun", which he then proceeds to clarify, "not me" and giggles. and at 33:35 a listener says they spent their whole day inside their home, and now they made food(?) and is listening to blue night. the listener asks jonghyun how he spent the day. he replies "i woke up late, and my dog came up and woke me up. so i hugged her and slept for two more hours. then i trained, and my mom and i [did something]" which i couldn't understand sadly, but i think i heard him say "story"? idk. anyhow, he then he mentions blue night. i couldn't understand what he said here either but i would guess something like "then it was time for blue night" maybe? and at 1:16:10 a listener said "trying to study while listening to blue night is too hard, jongd's comforting voice makes my eyes fall asleep", which he softly replies "i'm sorry, my voice is too comfortable". and at 1:40:00 jonghyun reads a message from a listener (i think they said something about sharing a bedroom with her sister, but i couldn't understand more than that) and jonghyun says "aigoo, so cute" :-) at around 1:41:00 a listener says their dream is to be a radio-writer and that they one day want to work on blue night with jonghyun.

i wrote my "translation" before i discovered k's, but i thought i'd include mine as well since i already wrote it down!

song list: here

picture: none

tweet: none

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#140420 #blue night radio #jonghyun #종현 #푸른밤 #guest: none

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thunderpetal · 1 year ago

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20 questions for fic writers

I was tagged by @the-real-azalea-scroggs! Thank you <3

1. How many works do you have on AO3?

35! And hopefully one more before the end of the year.

2. What's your total AO3 wordcount?

201,451. Which is mad.

3. What fandoms do you write for?

Zelda (Linked Universe), The Owl House, Spiderverse and as of that fic I need to upload before the end of the year, Revue Starlight.

4. What are your top five fics by kudos?

Five Teaspoons - Also the fic that took me the least time to write out of all of them. But it's Wild-centric LOL

The Pink Heroes - Legend and Wild discuss gender while Twilight chills in the background.

Someday We'll Stand Here By The Sun - My Owl House longfic that explores Luz and Amity's relationship post S2, pre S3.

The Quiet Kitchen - The prequel to SWSHBTS.

Walking the Same Path - Wind and Wild discuss gender- yeah this is a running theme isn't it LOL

5. Do you respond to comments? Why or why not?

I respond to comments because you must be crazy if you think I'm gonna pass up a chance to discuss the blorbos I write about more

6. What's a fic you wrote with the angstiest ending?

Probably the weight of your actions, but I swear it's only angsty bc the canon of Gwen's universe in Spiderverse is angsty! Author is not responsible!

7. What's the fic you wrote with the happiest ending?

Can I cheat and do a fic I haven't written yet? Because the ending of the Wind and Wild gender series is going to be so sweet it may cause cavities. Other than that, probably Eudemonia, cause it's just pure fankids fluff.

8. Do you get hate on fics?

No, I think half my fics are probably too niche to attract bad faith types.

9. Do you write smut?

I'm baby.

10. Do you write crossovers?

I rotated the idea of Owl House x LU in my brain for a while but never wrote it, and now that I haven't, I probably never will.

11. Have you ever had a fic stolen?

Lol yeah someone uploaded an incredibly similar fic to in how many grey hours a few hours after I did, but nothing ever came of it. It wasn't Stolen stolen so I don't really care.

12. Have you ever had a fic translated?

I haven't hit that milestone yet :(

13. Have you ever co-written a fic before?

The Lumity fankids are a brainchild of myself, @heleirylis and our friend maisa even if the fics on my profile for it aren't actually co-written. Also me and leir still need to do a joint fic for one of our fandoms (it WILL happen soon)

14. What's your all time favourite ship?

Lumity or Kuromaya now I've gotten back into the latter. I could write essays about both. I have in the case of Lumity

15. What's the WIP you want to finish but doubt you ever will?

Can I say all of them? LOL er jokes aside I could answer this question with my timeloop fic where Time dies in front of Twilight and Twi uses the ocarina to try to save him over and over, but I haven't even started that properly, and I still reserve the right to say I WILL finish it. It's just a way more complicated fic than anything else I've ever written and requires much more brainpower than I fear I currently have. I guess the WIP that is actually never getting finished is my Fluffbruary 2023 collection. RIP.

16. What are your writing strengths?

Dialogue and writing characters in character.

17. What are your writing weaknesses?

Anything other than those two things. But particularly writing descriptions.

18. Thoughts on writing dialogue in another language for a fic?

A couple of my fave blorbos are bilingual so I do it occasionally. But my brother is the one with a languages degree, not me, so I honestly try and avoid it.

19. First fandom you wrote for?

Zelda, back when I was 11. Which makes me happy that I'm still writing for it now.

20. Favourite fic you've ever written?

It's a bit hard to choose but I really love I've Built My Life Around You. I was attempting to capture a very specific feeling and I think I did it. Plus my writing is way too good in that fic, to the point where whenever I reread it I forget I'm the one who wrote it. And I reread it a lot cause it's my niche I want to read, which is why it probably qualifies as my fave.

Tagging anyone who wants to do this!

#tag game #jay writes #ao3 #fanfiction

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youbutstupid · 4 years ago

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Here’s some George wins for the timeline as I feel people mainly focus on his losses and I wanna prove that he is good at things:

1. If you take the number of subscribers he currently has and divide it by the number of days it has been since his first upload, he has earned the equivalent of up to 13,737 subscribers per day

2. He was the first Dream Team member to be verified on Twitter in terms of both main accounts and alts

3. His alt Twitch account skipped straight past affiliate to partner just a few days after it was banned twice

4. He was the first person to ever log onto the Dream SMP

5. Up until MCC 14, he had the most kills on SkyBattle

6. Despite all of the teasing about him never making it to top 10 in MCC as he usually comes 11th or 12th, he actually did once in MCC 10 when he was on the team Red Rabbits with Dream, CaptainPuffy and Solidarity

7. He was awarded under YouTube’s Breakout Stars of 2020

8. When he was still a student, he was a part of many extra coding projects outside of university, one of which was an app for his friend that worked as a dating site for finding jobs: George was able to code it so that a bunch of randomly generated profiles containing different ages, personality types, qualifications and names were sent to different job boards. He was also able to code it so that a bot under his name would text his CompSci groupchat whilst they were taking their exam so that when they left they exam, they all read the text and thought George missed the exam.

9. Despite having failed one of his classes purely because he didn’t like it and couldn’t be bothered, he still managed to get the highest possible degree that he could get (a first) due to him doing so well in his other classes

10. He is able to code almost any adjustment to Minecraft on the spot: once during one of Dream’s streams he was struggling to make a thumbnail so within a few minutes he last minute coded into Minecraft a way for him to not pick up any items if he is holding a stick

11. He is able to recognise multiple languages despite not speaking them: this comes in very useful when playing GeoGuessr as he not only is able to identify what language is being spoken but he can also most of the time distinguish what the words mean. This is also shown when he speaks to Quackity and is able to identify what Quackity is saying despite not speaking Spanish properly himself

12. He has very random talents such as being able to play drums, recorder, he is able to juggle and is able to solve maths equations on the spot with 0 preparation

13. He was global elite at csgo

14. Whilst also being good at Maths and CompSci, he is also good at science, having taken A Levels (advanced levels) in Physics and Chemistry (two of the hardest A Levels that you can take in England)

15. Despite being unathletic now, in school he actually enjoyed sports: he stated that his favourite day was actually sports day at school and he would participate in high jump. He also said he played some football and did swimming for a bit

16. When on a podcast (forgot which one :() he was told he had a good voice for singing

I’m sure there are many more but it’s 3 am and I’m thinking on the spot here

#georgenotfound #dream smp #dream team #dream #dreamwastaken #sapnap #mcyt

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whumptober · 5 years ago

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Whumptober 2020 - Updated

Welcome to Whumptober 2020! We’re doing things a little differently this year so please make sure to read the Event Info carefully. We are also excited to announce the addition of an AO3 Collection, which can be found here.

We hope you’re as excited as us to watch the Whump Community come together once again for a month of bone-crunching creativity and collaboration!

(All 31 Themes + Prompts, Event Information, and FAQs are posted below the cut!)

No 1. LET'S HANG OUT SOMETIME Waking Up Restrained | Shackled | Hanging

No 2. IN THE HANDS OF THE ENEMY "Pick Who Dies" | Collars | Kidnapped

No 3. MY WAY OR THE HIGHWAY Manhandled | Forced to their Knees | Held at Gunpoint

No 4. RUNNING OUT OF TIME Caged | Buried Alive | Collapsed Building

No 5. WHERE DO YOU THINK YOU'RE GOING? On the Run | Failed Escape | Rescue

No 6. PLEASE.... "Get it Out" | No More | "Stop, please"

No 7. I'VE GOT YOU Support | Carrying | Enemy to Caretaker

No 8. WHERE DID EVERYBODY GO? "Don't Say Goodbye" | Abandoned | Isolation

No 9. FOR THE GREATER GOOD "Take Me Instead" | "Run!” | Ritual Sacrifice

No 10. THEY LOOK SO PRETTY WHEN THEY BLEED Blood Loss | Internal Bleeding | Trail of Blood

No 11. PSYCH 101 Defiance | Struggling | Crying

No 12. I THINK I'VE BROKEN SOMETHING Broken Down | Broken Bones | Broken Trust

No 13. BREATHE IN BREATHE OUT Delayed Drowning | Chemical Pneumonia | Oxygen Mask

No 14. IS SOMETHING BURNING? Branding | Heat Exhaustion | Fire

No 15. INTO THE UNKNOWN Possession | Magical Healing | Science Gone Wrong

No 16. A TERRIBLE, HORRIBLE, NO GOOD, VERY BAD DAY Forced to Beg | Hallucinations | Shoot the Hostage

No 17. I DID NOT SEE THAT COMING Blackmail | Dirty Secret | Wrongfully Accused

No 18. PANIC! AT THE DISCO Panic Attacks | Phobias | Paranoia

No 19. BROKEN HEARTS Grief | Mourning Loved One | Survivor's Guilt

No 20. TOTO, I HAVE A FEELING WE'RE NOT IN KANSAS ANYMORE Lost | Field Medicine | Medieval

No 21. I DON'T FEEL SO WELL Chronic Pain | Hypothermia | Infection

No 22. DO THESE TACOS TASTE FUNNY TO YOU? Poisoned | Drugged | Withdrawal

No 23. WHAT’S A WHUMPEE GOTTA DO TO GET SOME SLEEP AROUND HERE? Exhaustion | Narcolepsy | Sleep Deprivation

No 24. YOU’RE NOT MAKING ANY SENSE Forced Mutism | Blindfolded | Sensory Deprivation

No 25. I THINK I’LL JUST COLLAPSE RIGHT HERE, THANKS Disorientation | Blurred Vision | Ringing Ears

No 26. IF YOU THOUGHT THE HEAD TRAUMA WAS BAD... Migraine | Concussion | Blindness

No 27. OK, WHO HAD NATURAL DISASTERS ON THEIR 2020 BINGO CARD? Earthquake | Extreme Weather | Power Outage

No 28. SUCH WOW. MANY NORMAL. VERY OOPS. Accidents | Hunting Season | Mugged

No 29. I THINK I NEED A DOCTOR Intubation | Emergency Room | Reluctant Bedrest

No 30. NOW WHERE DID THAT COME FROM? Wound Reveal | Ignoring an Injury | Internal Organ Injury

No 31. TODAY’S SPECIAL: TORTURE Experiment | Whipped | Left for Dead

Alternate Prompt List

Alt 1. Punctured

Alt 2. Falling

Alt 3. Comfort

Alt 4. Stitches

Alt 5. Stoic Whumpees

Alt 6. Altered States

Alt 7. Found Family

Alt 8. Adverse Reactions

Alt 9. Memory Loss

Alt 10. Nightmares

Alt 11. Presumed Dead

Alt. 12. Water

Alt. 13 Accidents

Alt. 14 Shot

Alt. 15 Carry/Support

Event Info

WHUMPTOBER is a month-long, prompt-based creation challenge (think: Inktober, but whumpier). There are 31 Official themes this year - one for each day of the month - which can be used, skipped, or combined in any way you’d like. They are meant to serve as inspiration without being taken literally (e.g. you don't have to include the exact wording into your work). Additionally, there are 3 prompts for each theme. These are optional suggestions and can be used in conjunction with the theme, or as options/alternatives. We want to give everyone as much creative freedom as possible, as well as increase event accessibility for folks with triggers and squicks.

Creators can PRODUCE work in any media they choose, including but not limited to: writing, visual artwork, and photo/video/audio edits. Creators can PARTICIPATE as much or as little as they want (i.e. you don’t have to do ALL the prompts if you don’t want to) and prompts can be used in any order. They are also free to use even after the event ends.

When uploading Whumptober content to your blog, be sure to tag the with:

#whumptober2020 …..(the event tag)

#no.1, #no.2, #no.3, …..(theme number)

#bruised, #stabbed, …..(the theme or specific prompt you chose)

#fandom or #OC

#medium …..(gifs, fic, podcast, art, etc.)

#teeth, #etc …..(trigger warnings & any additional tags. Keep in mind not to add “tw” in front but only use the word/trigger itself, because tumblr sucks)

#nsfw, #nsfwhump …..(only for nsfw content)

PLEASE BE DILIGENT WITH YOUR TAGGING. Only properly tagged posts are considered for archiving on the official @whumptober2020 blog. They must be tagged in the order above.

Unfortunately, due to the sheer number of participants in recent years, we cannot guarantee your work will be archived. A random selection of properly tagged posts from all genres will be reblogged each day.

Whumpers who produce content for 31 total theme days are considered event completionists and will be tagged in a masterpost at the end of the month.

Questions not addressed below can be directed to this blog as well.

Thanks for reading, and happy whumping!

Frequently Asked Questions

Q. What kind of content can I make? Can it be NSFW?

This is a MIXED MEDIA event! You can write fic, post meta, doodle or paint, create a gif set or photo edit, link a song, or get crafty with video - anything goes. As for NSFW, make what you like, we just hope that you’ll tag your work accordingly so that others participating in the event can stay safe :)

Q. Do I have to do all 31 Days? Can I post early/late?

Participate as much or little as you like, and post whenever! Just be sure to tag your posts properly (ex. #no.11, #psych101). Combining prompts into one piece of work is okay, and posting late is as well so as long as it’s in October.

Q. What if I don’t understand a theme?

Send us an ask! We’re happy to help clarify. That said, the themes are entirely up for interpretation :)

Q. Can I combine Whumptober with other creation challenges?

Absolutely! That’s like shooting two whumpees with one bullet :)

Q. Can I upload/repost my whumptober content to other social media platforms?

Of course! We’ve created an AO3 Collection to archive any fics posted there. The archive can be accessed here. The blog is the official archive, so please respect the boundaries of any closeted whumpers in your social circle :)

Q. Can I use prompts to write a new chapter for an existing fic?

Yes

Q. An existing fic I am currently writing contains many of the Whumptober prompts, can I use it?

If you are actively writing this fic at the moment with the whumptober prompts in mind, yes. If it just conveniently checks the boxes, then please don’t. You can, however, add new chapters answering one or more of the prompts.

Q. What kind of characters can I write for?

Fandom characters, OC characters, human, furry, alien, cyborg, whoever you like.

Q. Can I use a prompt multiple times?

Yes, but it only counts once

Q. If I’m not comfortable with one day's prompts can I use a prompt of a different day as a substitute and still be a completionist?

Yes, but please do not use a specific prompt twice. We have also created an alternate prompts list that you can draw from [here].

Q. Where can I post my work?

Post where and how you want. You don’t even have to (cross)post it to Tumblr. Just keep in mind if it’s not on Tumblr we will not be able to add it to the blog archive.

Q. Can I start posting early?

You can, but this is an October event and wouldn’t it be more fun with everyone doing it at the same time? That being said, you can post early, but we won’t be reblogging any work predating October 1st.

Q. Do I have to finish a fic I started/can I post WIP’s.?

Yes you can post WIPs. And you’re not obligated to finish it in October for it to count towards being a completionist.

Q. Is co-writing allowed?

Yes, absolutely, and it would count towards being a completionist for both/all of you :)

Q. Do I have to create 31 standalone pieces to be considered a completionist or can I write one continuous story?

One continuous story is fine. The challenge is to write something for 31 prompts. If that’s spread over 31 fics or just one, you are still considered a completionist. (The same goes for every other media you choose.)

Q. Is there a min/max limit on word count?

There is no limit

Q. Can I combine prompts? Is there a limit on how many?

No limit and combine as many as you’d like.

Q. Is a hc/angst focus ok?

Of course!

Q. What’s considered nsfw?

See this post

Q. What's whump?

See this post

Q. My interpretation of the prompt isn't whumpy at all, does that count?

No, sorry, but keep in mind that whump [see definition] is something very nuanced and different for everyone and emotional whump/angst is just as much part of it, as is physical whump and torture. So before you dismiss your idea, think about this.

Q. Can I start working on the prompts before October?

Absolutely! That’s why we posted the prompts a month in advance. We recognise how difficult it can be creating for 31 days in “real time”.

Q. How do I tag triggers?

tw at the end of the word, ex. emeto tw

Q. Do I have to use your tags?

Yes, if you want your work archived on the blog. If not, feel free to use whatever tags you want.

Q. Does combining prompts count towards completion?

Yes

Q. Can we @ you?

Yes but we mostly rely on the whumptober2020 tag

Q. Is there anything we are absolutely not allowed to write?

There are no rules, just be sure to properly tag your trigger warnings. And keep in mind Tumblr’s policies if you are posting it here (or the policies of whatever site you use).

Q. Where can I go for brainstorming help?

Here on Discord

Q. My characters are minors, is that ok?

Yes, but as with everything else, tags are your best friend.

Q. Can I cross post on other blogs?

Yes, multiple platforms and blogs are perfectly acceptable. You can also post different works to different accounts under different names, without posting them everywhere at once.

Note: This is a creation challenge, please don’t repost your old work under our tags (unless it’s been changed or edited for the event).

#eventinfo2020 #whumptober2020 #whumptober #promptlist2020 #prompt list #FAQs #event info

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arvion-creates · 3 years ago

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(Alt text: a header reading "Kinky Fanfic Rec List" above a kink bingo card, some squares marked off with a star.)

Hello all, and welcome to my kink bingo rec list! I bring you 16 fics from 11 different authors, written from 2018-2021, with ratings from general to explicit, with a word count from 2k to 15k words.

All are kink-centric or otherwise kinky oneshots from the Quanzhi Gaoshou / The King's Avatar / 全职高手 fandom. (All adaptations are considered.)

Sound like fun? Good! This will be long, so join me under the cut to get started.

EDIT: Tumblr has been preventing non-logged-in users from viewing the entire post. If that is you, click here (URL under the cut) for a copy uploaded to the web using Google Docs. (The link does not collect your Google login, and neither I nor others can see who has viewed it).

Here is the URL for anyone having trouble with the GDocs link above: https://docs.google.com/document/d/e/2PACX-1vTs8H91R-FMqcvW8-tpDwQfNyG1HyVx948mK8m8coeUZzrI3MCqgvE8J3y8vtKY8emUuMQd64dirr0g/pub

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Glory- Based Sex Wagers the same as always (https://archiveofourown.org/works/30902807) GeniusCactus @geniuskaktus

Han Wenqing/Ye Xiu Heart 7k

A 5+1 fic starting in Season 2, in which Ye Xiu and Han Wenqing made a bet that the championship loser gives the winner a handjob. Here’s the thing: YX and HWQ are Glory gods, not sex gods, and this fic portrays them as the teenage virgin gamers they are. It’s endearing, it’s sweet, it’s funny, it’s at some points intensely secondhand embarrassing. Ye Xiu feels distinctly live-action flavored, so if you liked him there, give this fic a shot.

Player/Avatar never once more (https://archiveofourown.org/works/28535274) lynne_monstr @lynne-monstr

Swoksaar/Wei Chen Gut 5k

Wei Chen and Swoksaar fuck over a desk while trying to one-up each other. Now, my fondness of this type of power dynamic is in kink territory even on its own, so it as part of actual sex is a treat. And it’s good sex, too! Wei Chen is so obviously into the rough handling, and it’s both hot and funny to watch him complain when he’s so clearly enjoying himself. Bonus points for hidden knives with a happy ending.

Handjobs/Fingering powered by horny (https://archiveofourown.org/works/33104620) BlueberryAsh @ghostgum

Dai Yanqi/Liu Fei Heart 2k

Dai Yanqi and Liu Fei meet up in the corridors before their post-match press conferences. I enjoyed this fic’s balance: one part the connection of being women in a sexist field, one part comfort, and one part kinky sex. Dai Yanqi fingers Liu Fei under her skirt, right there, before the conference. There’s a dash of hurt/comfort thrown in as well.

Dual-Core, Captain/VC Following Instructions (https://archiveofourown.org/works/21025952) eloboosting

Han Wenqing/Zhang Xinjie Head 2k

A slice-of-life with Han Wenqing and Zhang Xinjie together, including sex. I enjoy this piece because of the way the author leaned into Zhang Xinjie’s characterization. now I’m not saying it’s the autism, except that I am. In the novel, we don’t get to see Zhang Xinjie so personally, so this is a treat for ZXJ Appreciators (of which I lead the fanclub). Their relationship isn’t a traditional TV romance (nor is it, arguably, a romance at all) or a fanfic-shipper’s-special, and I like the piece all the more for this. The way they’re together feels right. Additional mention for dom/sub.

Praise Kink one big exhale never did me no good (https://archiveofourown.org/works/24758542) UndeadRobins @undead-robins

Xiao Shiqin/Sun Xiang Gut 2k

Speaking of power dynamics that are inherently kinky, *gestures vaguely to Sun Xiang*. In this fic, Xiao Shiqin instructs SX through some arena matches while properly motivating him to obey. Sun Xiang not only listens to directions but enjoys it. A combo of narrative tension and sexual tension that had me metaphorically on the edge of my seat. Especially notable for the dom point-of-view.

Free Space Self promo lol @arvion-creates What Happens At All-Stars (https://archiveofourown.org/works/28100205)

Huang Shaotian/Everyone 3k Gut

Free space, time to plug my own fic. I like characters being turned on in situations where they can’t immediately take care of it, and I like Huang Shaotian and his energetic spirit, so these two appreciations are at the heart of this piece. Other self-indulgences include exhibitionism, a strong network of intimate non-romantic relationships among the pros, and Huang Shaotian literally managing to talk himself off. If these also seem enjoyable to you, you might just like my fic!

Sex Toys solongfuturelover pink like blossoms (https://archiveofourown.org/works/30530190)

Tang Hao/Zhang Jiale Heart 2k

Zhang Jiale makes up with Tang Hao after a fight, including an unorthodox gesture of reconciliation (this is where the “sex toys” bingo square comes from). ZJL’s characterization is a highlight here– he really seems like he’s let go of much of his tension. Now, I am always a big fan of sexual tension and hatefucking, so TH/ZJL is a great pairing, but this one, despite the odds, manages to be a relatively healthy relationship! Congrats to them! lol

Tentacles of unusual size (https://archiveofourown.org/works/29759712) lynne_monstr @lynne-monstr

Zheng Xuan & Blue Rain 2k Heart

Some teen-rated tentacle fluff. Everybody has tentacles, and Zheng Xuan spends time with his team and revisits his boundaries for his tentacles. Part of the “Blue Rain as Family” tag. It’s both thoughtful worldbuilding to make tentacles just an everyday thing and heartwarming team fluff.

Kink Exploration Shadaras @shadaras thrill of the night (https://archiveofourown.org/works/33495397)

4k Tang Rou/Sun Xiang Gut

It’s in some ways ironic and in some ways fitting to classify this as a “kink exploration” fic, given that the author mentioned they chose not to tag it as such in part “because sx is not self-aware”. In this piece, Tang Rou and Sun Xiang have sex in a back alley, and Sun Xiang likes it much more than he expected. Sun Xiang’s characterization manages to nail that confidence that I’m so proud of him for discovering, while still a hot dose of “embarrassed but I like this”. Tang Rou’s lack of self-consciousness, too, is attractive.

Ritual Sex try to keep each other afloat (https://archiveofourown.org/works/32814805) Synoshian @synoshian

Fang Rui/Ye Xiu 7k Head

In this setting, team captains have sex with new team members as a form of bonding. After Fang Rui transfers to Team Happy, he and Ye Xiu get to know each other better. Now, sex can be about so many more things than satisfying arousal, and this fic speaks to a part of human emotion that isn’t often seen in fanfic. There’s discussion of asexuality, and they both enjoy the sex they’re having. This is one of the more unique pieces on the list. If you want an unconventional read, give it a shot.

Junior/Senior devils all around you (https://archiveofourown.org/works/17137115) Synoshian @synoshian

6k Sun Xiang/Ye Xiu Gut

Set during the China Glory training period, Sun Xiang is so desperate for Ye Xiu’s approval that he digs himself into a hole (and keeps digging). Of course, this is not how *he* sees the situation, because he hates Ye Xiu, and that’s all there is to it, of course. It’s like a high-suspense trainwreck of “can he make this worse?” Fun fact: this fic inspired me to try writing fanfiction, because I simply Could not stop thinking about it. I will read (and almost certainly enjoy) anything with Sun Xiang praise kink, and this is a classic.

Dom/sub Crown of Faith (https://archiveofourown.org/works/29021757) Shadaras @shadaras

Zhang Jiale/Zhang Xinjie 3k Gut

Zhang Xinjie experiments with doing Zhang Jiale’s hair. This one’s a nonsexual kink piece that creates such a vibrant mood. It’s a good comfort read. I am generally very much in favor of Zhang Jiale relaxing and receiving kindness, and this hits that spot. (As well as the “zhang xinjie dom” agenda.) This piece was made to be enjoyable even if you aren’t familiar with canon, so if you’ve forgotten who Zhang Xinjie is (Tyranny’s cleric, master tactician) don’t let that stop you!

Magic Used for Sex/Kink blood and weed and bones (https://archiveofourown.org/works/27955286) BlueberryAsh @ghostgum

2k Qiao Yifan/Ye Xiu Head

Qiao Yifan, magically bound to Wang Jiexi, is tasked with killing Ye Xiu. The “magic used for sex/kink” may not be the kinkiest aspect of it– to me, that’s the power dynamics, but you all know I’m biased. The worldbuilding in this short little piece is soooo vibrant, too. The setting’s a bit fucked up, the ship is QYF/YX, and QYF starts by trying to kill him, so what more do you really need?

In-Universe Fanworks AND Biting Fayah @unrivaled-super-hottie A Case Study in Demonic Courting Behavior (https://archiveofourown.org/works/17906363)

Han Wenqing/Ye Xiu (Desert Dust/One Autumn Leaf flavor) Head 2k

Ye Xiu, a mage titled the Battle God, challenges Desert Dust, demon and the King of Fighting, for world-typical stakes for the winner. I love pieces with more of a story than we see, and this piece leaves me with a dozen questions and a desire to see more. There’s magic and rules the magic operates on, and the context of their motivations gives you a fascinating little glimpse into what could easily be a rich and exciting long story. Of course, the worldbuilding isn’t to the detriment of the smut; the two go hand in hand.

Femslash For the Girl Who has Everything (https://archiveofourown.org/works/31536923) madmaenad @madmaenad

Chu Yunxiu/Dai Yanqi 2k Heart

Dai Yanqi propositions Chu Yunxiu for a hookup. Dai Yanqi is such a sweet, energetic young woman in this one, which is a nice complement to Chu Yunxiu’s weariness. Her enthusiasm is contagious, and she gets Chu Yunxiu eager and into it. It’s nice to see the two of them have an uncomplicated good time! The spice adds definition to the sweetness.

Monsterfucking in whom we rest (from whom grows the grass that feeds us) (https://archiveofourown.org/works/36044218) BlueberryAsh @ghostgum

Wang Jiexi/Other, Fang Shiqin/Wang Jiexi 15k Heart

Here’s another intriguing sex worldbuilding one. All Glory teams have a patron deity of some sort. Naturally, a deity demands offerings, and the captain gives the most. There’s no Hurt/Comfort tag on this fic (there are, however, “Extremely Dubious Consent”, “Multiple Penetration”, “Sex Pollen adjacent”, and “Forced Orgasm”, among others) but it feels… hurt/comforty, somehow. This fic takes place in that world of difference between “saying yes” and “wanting it”. Although this piece bruises him up a bit, it bandages the wounds at the end.

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That's all, folks! This rec list is my submission for Kink Bingo 2022 (https://archiveofourown.org/collections/QZGSKinkBingo2022). Our kinky writers don't get nearly enough appreciation, so if you enjoyed any of these fics, consider leaving a nice comment. If you enjoyed lots of these fics and want to see what I'm up to these days, you can find me at this tumblr or on Ao3 as Arvion. Have fun and happy reading!

Thank you to @pyrrhicprose for the support and feedback!

#QZGS Kink Bingo 2022 #QZGSKinkBingo2022 #fic recs #fic rec list #fanfic rec #rec list #fic #my posts #if any authors on this list are dissatisfied with the way I have referred to them or presented their fics #feel free to DM me #I wrote this rec list to my preferences not the authors #But i'm not here to make enemies haha #Or if you'd rather I link a different tumblr or use a different name or smth #tka #qzgs

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guardianofjunmyeon · 5 years ago

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Finding Atlantis (part 14)

Genre: Action/Adventure, Enemies to Lovers, PirateAU

Description: 20 years ago the seas became angry. Unruly and unkind to any sailor, to any ship that dared venture too far out in her waters. Many a man has heard the tales of Atlantis, the lost city, the key the ocean. But fewer men know the tale of it’s missing child. The key to the ocean, the key to Atlantis but a lost little one. The power one would hold should they find this child would be nearly that of Poseidon himself. Thus, the hunt began.

A/N: wait i forgot i left you all on a cliffhanger akjfhjf. Here’s an update (finally) im a bitch blocked about where the next chapter is going so it might take...about as long as this one took to be uploaded. Its gonna have some smut tho. This chapter has new characters and PLEASE appreciate my fucking bubble conversation, i wanted to use the whole “she came down in a bubble dawg!” convo but i didnt

Part 1, Part 2, Part 3, Part 4, Part 5, Part 6, Part 7, Part 8, Part 9, Part 10, Part 11, Part 12, Part 13, Part 14, Part 15, Part 16, Part 17, Part 18

There are certain experiences you’ve lived through enough times to consider yourself a pro at handling. Situations like being handcuffed to a bed. Like being left on an island with no food or water. Like having to fight your way out of a bar when someone is getting too rough with the other patrons.

Drowning is quickly becoming a situation with which you are getting too closely acquainted.

When the ocean swallowed your little dinghy, your life flashed before your very eyes. This was truly the end. The last thing you would ever live through would be the song of Atlantis tickling your ears, the sight of Junmyeon glowing blue, and the feeling of Baekhyun’s skin beneath your palm.

All in all it wasn’t the worst way to go, but there was still so much more that you wanted to experience.

You’d never gotten a chance to return home, to sit at that cliff where you sent off your mother’s body and tell her about all of the things you’d done with your life. To describe to her the ship you’d bought, the friends you’d made, the adventures you’d gone on and the memories you’d made. You wanted to go find Victoria again and thank her for taking you in.

You wanted to find that boy that saved your life when you were but a child and to thank him properly. You wanted to tell him all that you’d done and repay him for giving you that chance at life. You wonder if he’s grown up into a handsome man now. If he has a spouse and kids and a happy home on that island you once called home that you left as soon as you could. You wonder if he’d even remember you.

You’d never gotten a chance to get the Storm Chaser those new upgrades that you’d been saving up for. An extension to the crew cabins, sturdier masts, a new set of sails.

You hadn’t gotten the chance to fall in love, to have your heartbroken, to have a baby or even hold one for that matter. Would you have made a good mother? Would you have made a decent wife? Would you have been able to find someone willing to spend the rest of their life with you, on the seas, on land, wherever your hearts could make a home?

Would you have tried to make a home with Baekhyun?

The feeling of being sucked down into the depths of the ocean doesn’t get any less terrifying the second time that you go through it.

As a matter of fact, having it happen again is more terrifying than the first time. Maybe it’s because you can actually feel the pressure of the water crushing your chest. You can feel the way you’re being sucked farther down and the way the water rushes into your nose from the shock of being suddenly dragged under.

It’s nothing like the storm, nothing like fighting the waves and catching the flashes of light as you fought to climb to the surface. Of being tossed around and dropping and rising hundreds of feet seconds at a time. At least then you had a purpose. You aren’t trying to save a life this time. You aren’t able to fight the invisible force dragging you farther and farther down into the water. The water around you is calm, the movement of your body whizzing through the water feels scarily misplaced.

Magical. Unnatural.

Then it all finally stops.

The force pulls you into a pocket of air and gravity takes you by force. Your body collapses on solid ground, and you can breathe. You gasp frantically for air and cough violently as you attempt to catch your breath and your bearings.

You sit up and position yourself on shaky hands and knees as you heave on the dark basalt beneath your splayed fingers.

It takes a few moments of panicked breathing to realize –you’re alive.

You’re alive.

You realize that you’re alive and then you regain enough brain power to panic over if Junmyeon and Baekhyun are also alive. You hear dramatic coughing and hurling to your left and when you investigate you find Baekhyun on his ass with his head between his knees as his spits out salt water.

He looks like a miserable wet dog. You would laugh if you weren’t sure that you look the same.

But where is Junmyeon?

You look left and right, in front of you and behind you but you see no trace of him. No sign of him in the underwater cave you’ve somehow found yourself.

“How did we even get in here?” you spit more salt water on the ground and look for your area of entry. Down. It felt like you fell down. So maybe there is something above.

A gasp gets caught in your throat at the sight above you. Open water somehow suspended above. If you weren’t nearly positive that you somehow fell from there, you would think there was some extremely strong glass blocking the water from falling through the hole above. You can see the glow of deep sea fish swimming by and you’re hit with just how far below the surface you are.

Dizziness pounds through your skull and you hurl out more water all over your hands.

Disgusting.

“Are you guys alright?”

You lift your head at the sound of Junmyeon’s voice and feel your remaining strength seeping from your bones. He looks between you and Baekhyun’s pathetic forms with distressed eyes.

Baekhyun looks up from between his legs with an incredulous open-mouthed frown. He looks your first mate from his toes to his head. “How the hell are you dry?”

It’s then that you notice he looks remarkably put together. As if he never even experienced the sensation of being pulled straight towards hell through water. The patterns on his skin have dulled down to a pale blue, but they are still there as clear as day.

“An Atlantian thing,” Junmyeon answers with a shrug and a smile. He reaches out a hand to help you to your feet but you wave him away with a shake of your head.

“No, give me a second. I just- I need,” you point to the hole above, “This is just-” you close your eyes and wave him away weakly. “Fuck, I need some time.”

He laughs lightly and chooses to help Baekhyun up while you gather your wits. This is overwhelming. “Did you just materialize down here what the fuck?”

“No, I came down in a bubble.”

“A…bubble.”

“Yeah you know one of those things filled with air-”

“You couldn’t lend us one of those bubbles?!”

“I didn’t know how. I don’t even know how I got it around me. Must be an Atlantian-”

“If you say ‘Atlantian thing’ one more time I will, and I swear to Poseidon, strangle you with my bare hands right here.”

“…Atlantian thing,” Junmyeon finishes cheekily. Baekhyun groans loudly and you can hear the weak thumps of him trying to smack your first mate and being deflected.

You struggle onto your feet as Junmyeon and Baekhyun argue. Typical back and forth between the two of them, you know Baekhyun is all talk when it comes to most people; he won’t hurt Junmyeon.

Letting your eyes fully wander the cave, you take in the shiny crystals in the rock around you and the way everything glows a tranquil light blue.

You hear the thundering footsteps before you see the people coming charging towards you out of the alcove hidden from your view.

“INTRUDERS, DROP TO THE GROUND NOW!”

“We just got up,” Baekhyun whines at your side. You lower your still shaking body back down to your knees and hold your hands up in the air to show your willingness to cooperate. In the corner of your eye you catch Junmyeon landing a swift kick to the back of Baekhyun’s legs with his good leg and sending him to the ground with a painful crash.

You flinch at the noise and the people in matching outfits in front of you hold out their swords, ready to strike at any moment. Once Junmyeon has lowered himself to his knees, the group of people break apart to make way for who you assume must be the leader. If the aura of dominance and the extra sparking pink embellishments on their otherwise plain white uniform is anything to go by.

“Who are you and what are you doing here?” The man asks gruffly. He’s tall, handsome, big eyes rimmed in dark black kohl. His analyzing brown eyes drag from you, to Baekhyun, and finally land on Junmyeon. You catch the exact moment that recognition crosses his face.

His eyes widen and he blinks rapidly in disbelief, the sword in his hand clatters to the ground and resounds through the cave. “S-Suho? Prince Suho is that you?”

You turn to look at Junmyeon who has locked eyes with the leader with a look of confusion on his face.

“Do they know each other?” Baekhyun whispers to you.

“Shut up,” you hiss.

Junmyeon gasps and climbs to his feet. “Minho? Minho! I can’t believe it,” he says elatedly. The two of them run (Junmyeon more hobbling than running with the shitty cast still on his leg) into each other’s arms to embrace and you watch with a kind of fond sadness as they grip one another as if the other will vanish into thin air.

The other guards slowly lower their swords and break out into disbelieving whispers. Baekhyun grabs your left hand and lowers it to your lap. “I think you can lower your hands now prisoner. I don’t think they’re going to kill us yet.”

“It’s as if nothing in this world is enough to keep you from annoying the absolute hell out of me,” you grumble.

He beams, a wide and happy smile. “It’s my charm.”

You snort out a laugh while he stands up on both feet and holds out a hand for you to take to get up. You slap your hand in his and let him heft you to your feet.

Junmyeon calls out your name and you whip in his direction in alarm. He drags over the leader of the guard with a hand on his bicep and matching grins on their faces. “I want you to meet my childhood friend Minho!” He looks up at Minho with eyes beaming with happiness. “We grew up together, and Minho here is the Captain of the entire Atlantian military.”

Minho looks down at the ground bashfully.

“It is an honor to meet you. Junmyeon says that he wouldn’t be here if it weren’t for you. I, as well as all of our people owe you our highest form of gratitude,” Minho says with a deep bow.

You blink at the gesture, stupefied into immobility. Junmyeon gives you a pointed look and a subtle bow of his own to hint that you should bow back. You quickly bend at the waist and rise up. “It’s- Uhm, thank you. It wasn’t just me though, there are lots of people to thank for his return up on the surface,” you say with a nervous smile.

Minho laughs. “I’m sure. You can all amaze us with tales of your time above at breakfast in a few hours. I’m sure you would all like a moment to settle and…” he looks at Baekhyun and your soaked clothing. “…clean yourselves up.”

The two of you frown indignantly.

As if you planned on showing up soaking wet.

Minho whistles loudly and a smaller man comes scrambling out of the group of guards. “Hendery, show our two outsiders where they can rest. I will take the prince directly to the Queen.”

The smaller man nods vigorously. “Yes sir. I would like to have Xiaojun assist me, if I can.”

“Take who you need,” Minho gives you both another once over before leaning down to whisper, “Make sure there is plenty of soap in their bathrooms.”

You squawk in embarrassment. Junmyeon offers an apologetic smile before coming to place both of his hands on your shoulders and lowering his voice to talk to you and Baekhyun as privately as he can. “Just follow them and relax. I will come find you once I am finished talking to the Queen. They won’t do anything to hurt either of you.” He squeezes your shoulder. “I’ll make sure of it.”

You nod in affirmation. Baekhyun grunts at your side.

Hendery and another young guard lead you away and out of the cave. You are only allowed one final look over your shoulder before Junmyeon vanishes from your sight.

The bleakness of the cave gives way to a wide low hallway covered from top to bottom in blue crystals, or maybe it’s glass.

“You’re awfully quiet,” you murmur to the man at your side. Neither of the guards bother to turn around at the sound of your voice.

“I’m trying to take it all in. This is insane I never thought I would ever actually see this place,” Baekhyun whispers back. You’re shocked by the genuine way he explains himself. “Why? Do you already miss the sound of my voice? I can keep talking if you want.”

“I’ll pass. I already miss the silence.”

His giggle resonates against the walls. You bite down on your lip to keep from smiling in return.

Your group reaches the end of the tunnel and the guards suddenly stop. Hendery turns around first. “Because we are unable to trust you we will have to transport you while keeping our city and location a secret.”

“Huh?”

“I think we’re going to get blindfolded,” Baekhyun whispers to you.

The other guard reaches into his coat and produces two pieces of cloth while Hendery slams a fist on the wall. A hole opens up where seamless wall once stood. You watch dumbly as the other guard, Xiao…Xiao something sits in the human-sized hole and then lies on his back before disappearing through a tube.

What the fuck is this place?

You’re blindfolded first and led to the hole. “Sit.” So you do. What kind of transport requires you to sit in a hole blind? You’ve lived a couple of years now and that's long enough to know that this doesn’t feel quite safe.

Before you can argue your way out of it, you’re pushed and then careening through space. With your eyes covered and the jolt of bewilderment at sliding too fast to be humanly possible you don’t have any choice but to let out a scream.

You’re on your feet again before you know it –albeit dizzy and shaking. The blindfold is removed and you’re met with the impassive face of the guard. You look around yourself to figure out what in the deep sea hell you just slid through.

“You might want to get out right about now,” he suggests.

You hear the telltale sound of Baekhyun’s yelling and cursing getting closer by the second, so you hobble out of the exit compartment and watch in wonder as the top of the compartment opens up and air blasts from the bottom to decrease the force of gravity as Baekhyun drops to his feet.

He’s shaking like a log and his wet hair and clothes are even more disheveled than they were before.

Maybe it’s the overload of being exposed to all the new technology and scenery, but you can’t stop yourself from loudly laughing at his appearance.

Xiaoxi…Xiaode…Xiaojun, that sounds right-

Xiaojun walks forward with a smile twitching on his lips to remove the blindfold from the once one-eyed troublemaker. But, Baekhyun has his eyes squeezed closed, refusing to open them. You take it upon yourself to physically pull him out of his spot.

“It’s over, you’re on solid ground now,” you tease. He peaks open one eye and it darts around distrustfully before he opens them both and leans forward with his hands on his knees to let out a dramatic exhale of breath. Another humored giggle escapes you. “You look like shit and the way you screamed-.”

He stands up straight with reddened cheeks. “Never speak of it,” he threatens in a low voice. You roll your eyes and lift a hand to fix his messy hair. You hear the hiss of air from the tube, knowing that Hendery will be arriving soon, but you busy yourself with smoothing down the unruly strands.

The red darkens on his face as you rake your fingers through the hair at his fringe. You aren’t sure what compels you to initiate the act, but he doesn’t stop you so selfishly you continue to take what you can. Satisfied with your work you smile shyly and turn away to hide your face and the heat you can feel creeping up your neck.

A cough snaps you back into attention.

Right, the guards.

Hendery has a creepily knowing smirk on his face while Xiaojun covers his mouth with his hand, but you can see mirth shining in his eyes.

Baekhyun clears his throat and crosses his arms over his chest. “So…where are we supposed to rest exactly? Or are we supposed to wander around and find it ourselves?”

Hendery motions to the right. “Down this hallway.” He nudges Xiaojun and they both walk forward. You resist the urge to smash your head into the wall as you follow behind. Into one of the…beautiful smooth white walls. For the first time you take in the interior of the building where you have ended up.

High ceilings and pillars. Enormous windows that go from ceiling to floor to show an expansive view of what awaits outside.

You’ve had plenty of time to image what Atlantis would look like, but seeing it in front of you now, bathed in a light like that of early dawn, with the reflection of water moving over the architecture…it’s too unreal, too magical to put into words.

“Keep up. You’ll be able to see the city after breakfast with the Queen,” Xiaojun advises. Both you and Baekhyun pick your pace back up after having fallen behind trying to take in all that around you.

Attempting to keep your gawking to a minimum you keep your eyes ahead and try to quickly take in as much as you can.

“We’re here,” Hendery says. You almost tumble into his side when he suddenly stops; and Baekhyun trips over his own feet at your side. “These will be your rooms. There will be drinking water and a bathroom for you to clean up. We have already notified the castle staff of your arrival and there will be clothes delivered to you for you to change into for the meal.

“Breakfast will be served in 3 hours. One of the castle butlers will come for you to show you to the dining area at that time. Until then we advise you entertain yourself inside of the room.” The door is opened and a grand suite awaits you. Your mouth drops at the extravagance of it.

A large bed rests at the very center of the room, draped in iridescent white curtains that look as creamy as milk. The floor is covered in cold white marble and speckled with shells and pearls embedded into it. A large couch is perched near the entrance, a lit fire in front of it keeping the room comfortably warm. A book shelf stretches across a third of the room only stopping at a golden archway that you assume leads into the bathroom. The room is decorated in soft golds, creamy whites and pale blues. You catch little accents of pink in the wall paint and on the couch pillows.

The dome-like shape of the room makes you feel like you’re in a bubble.

“What is with you guys and bubbles?” You grumble to yourself.

Xiaojun shrugs. “It’s an Atlantian thing,” he says simply.

You close your eyes in frustration while Baekhyun grumbles at your side.

“So whose room is this?” Baekhyun asks once he’s done cursing Atlantis and its obsession with bubbles. Hendery and Xiaojun share a look and you catch the sneakiness on their expressions.

Hendery is the one who decides to answer, cheerily as if he isn’t intentionally planning to ruin your time here in Atlantis. “Both of yours.”

“I’m sorry what did you just say?”

“This room is for the both of you.” Hendery casts Baekhyun a wide smile. “You’ll have to share because…uhm..”

“Because we’re low on rooms,” Xiaojun chimes in.

“Yes! Low on rooms,” Hendery agrees quickly, conspicuously. You narrow your eyes. “You see we have a lot of guests recently because of a…” he looks to Xiaojun for help.

“For a uh, for a wedding!”

“Who is getting married?” Baekhyun asks, just to catch them in their lie.

“One of the princes! Ah we must be returning to our Captain now. Rest well!” Hendery says quickly before he and Xiaojun rush away with their hands over their mouths, giggling like school children. You’re adults, you can share a room. You won’t let the giggling of the younger boys worsen the pounding in your chest.

You exhale and shake your head. “Come on.” You enter the room first and immediately feel relaxed by the colors, the roundedness, and general softness of everything around you.

The fire feels like it’s calling your name so you wander over to warm yourself up by its flames. Your wet clothes are beginning to feel bothersome again now that the excitement of being in Atlantis and being alive have begun to fade.

The sound of something sopping wet hitting the ground heavily pulls your attention from the flickering flames. When you turn around you don’t expect to see your roommate getting ass naked…

But alas that is what your eyes land on. His shoes and shirt are already in a wet pile by his feet.

“Baekhyun,” you admonish. He stops with his pants halfway down his legs. You look at his soft naked dick only momentarily before you raise your eyes back to his anticipatory face. “Really?”

“I’m cold and wet. I need a shower do you want me to get sick?”

“You couldn’t even wait to go change in the bathroom?”

“It’s nothing you haven’t seen before,” he responds before shucking the last of his clothing and standing in the middle of the room proudly.

In all his naked glory.

You can’t help but feel a bit put off by the fact that he doesn’t have any issue getting naked around you. He’s not even hard. It’s like your presence doesn’t affect him in the slightest.

Bitterly you wonder if you’d been Jongin would he have a different reaction in this situation. You stand up abruptly. Fuck Baekhyun.

Pettily you strip out of your clothes as you walk towards the bathroom, leaving the wet articles in your wake. “I’m cleaning myself first,” you state coldly as you all but rip the last of your clothing off at the archway of the bathroom.

You don’t turn around and you don’t bother to investigate why he seems stunned to his spot or why he averts his eyes as you walk by.

~~~

The bathroom is just as opulent as the main room. A creamy white with pretty pale pinks streaked through the marble and coloring the crystals that illuminate the room in a soft pinkish glow.

A tub the size of a small pool is carved into the corner of the room. Oils and scented salts in jars cover the expansive shelf built into the wall at its side. A wide mirror stretches across the room with a spout and basin to wash your hands in front of it. A varied range of brushes and facial oils and paints are neatly organized across the counter, settled in front of a thick patterned chaise. You find candles nestled snuggly beneath a shelf of towels and unused sponges on ropes.

Looking at your appearance in the mirror, your hold in the need to physically recoil. You skin looks blanched from the overexposure to water, and the hair on your head is knotted beyond belief. Not wanting to look at your naked form for too long you twist the knob at the tub to release a steady flow of lukewarm water. You toss in some oil that smells good and a soap that catches your attention. The bottle is make of glass and has writing that you can’t read as it must be in Atlantian, but it smells and looks good and bubbles up when it comes in contact with the running water.

Grabbing a comb from the counter of goodies and the specialized hair soap left at the side of the tub, you decide to make an event out of pulling your appearance back together. You will be meeting the Queen in a few hours.

Gingerly, you lower yourself into the water and shove your head under the spout before lathering it in hair soap and detangling the strands on your hand. Rinsing out the suds and then turning off the water, you allow yourself to be semi submerged in the water.

“Yah, you can’t steal the bath and then spend an hour using it. I could have been in and out already.” You crane your neck to find Baekhyun’s complaining form leaning against the archway.

“You weren’t fast enough. Not my problem. You can wait.”

“No I can’t.”

“You can, and you will. I’m not fucking moving.”

In the month you have spent time more intimately with Baekhyun aboard your ship as a fellow crewman, you’ve learned one thing about him that you didn’t know before. He can be astoundingly petty.

His intelligence, his wit, his strength and skill as a pirate, his ability to charm and talk his way out of anything –you knew of it all before. But this petty level of childishness is new.

That being said, you aren’t surprised to find him padding over and then climbing into the large tub across from you. He settles and then his bottom lip juts out.

“Happy now?”

“No.”

You snort loudly and his pout breaks off into something like a smile. You push a handful of water in his direction, not enough to do much and not with enough strength to even be called a splash.

The little shithead he is takes your push of water as permission to send a small tidal wave in your direction, splashing you directly in your face.

You splutter and wipe the water from your eyes while he laughs his loudest most punctuated laugh at your expense. When you squint at him through the water still in your eyes you see pure relaxed happiness in his features, and you can’t find it in you to even attempt to be mad.

This Baekhyun is the real one. The one he covers up with cocky smiles and biting words. The one he leaves locked away and protected from the heartlessness that is required of your jobs.

Happy Baekhyun is a vulnerable Baekhyun. A soft version of him that makes your heart hammer in your chest and sparks a juvenile desire to keep him at your side safe from anyone who dares try and take that side of him away.

His laughing calms to muffled chuckles hidden behind his hand. “Okay, now I’m happy.”

“That makes one of us,” you scoff out. The water begins to agitate your eyes so you run the water from the spout to flush out the fragrance laced liquid. Blindly you reach out for the stream only to continuously miss.

“Come here,” you hear at your side. “Here, lean back.” You’re moved to the side and you lean backwards only to come in contact with his chest. You tense before giving in and letting yourself relax against him. You feel his muscles shifting as he reaches around you to cup water and pour it over your eyes. You blink away the water and scrunch up your face in discomfort. “I’m not done, try and keep your eyes open this time,” he says gently.

You reach up and hold open each eyelid as he cups the water and lets it flush out the soap. Finally you can blink without agitation. You contemplate thanking him, but decide to do it once you’re safely on your side of the bath. As you’re making your escape, arms wrap around you and pull you back securely down between strong thighs and against a warm chest.

“Can you…uh can you let me go?”

“Nuh uh,” he grunts with a head shake.

You look down at where his arms are crossed over your chest and swallow thickly. He perches his chin on your shoulder and takes in a deep relaxed breath. You feel stiff as a board. “This is nice,” he sighs out.

This is too intimate. This is too intimate. This is too intimate.

“How long have you been in love with Jongin, Baekhyun?” you ask in a rush of breath. His grip on you loosens to nothing and you pull yourself away from him, crossing your arms over your chest to hide the hardening of your nipples. From the cold of the air and the all too close embrace you’d found yourself enjoying just a tad too much.

He splutters. “I- wh-” he starts to cough violently. You feel your heart sinking with each noise he makes. “I don’t- I’m not in love with Jongin!”

You let your silence and your frown portray your disbelief.

“I’m serious. I’m not in love with Jongin he’s like my younger brother, what would make you think that?!” He fake gags. “Oh gross, just the thought-” he covers his mouth to fake gag again.

You gawk at him. Is he overcompensating to hide the truth?

“What in Poseidon’s name would lead you to believe that I’m in love with Jongin? I nearly raised the kid.”

You feel embarrassment creeping up your neck like snakes. “You- the…Minseok said…”

“Minseok said I was in love with Jongin?!”

“No! Wait let me-” you smack a hand to your forehead. “Minseok said that you took the compass with you when you came to find the three of us and I guess I just I don’t fucking know assumed you had to want to find your crew most in the world and then I figured you were actually in love with one of them and Jongin seemed like the most likely of him and Chanyeol because Chanyeol doesn’t really seem like your type but I guess it could also be him since he’s kind of goofy and airhead at times too-”

His hands come out of the water to cup your cheeks and then –lips.

“Stop talking,” he says softly. Another quick press of his lips against yours. “You’re wrong and you’re stupid and you need to stop thinking before you overload your dumb little brain.”

“Hey-”

“Ah ah. What did I say?”

You purse your lips and let him squish your cheeks closer together until your lips are puckered ridiculously. The look in his eyes is fond almost, the smile on his lips and the shine in his eyes soft as he squishes and unsquishes your face.

You bat away his hands. “You still didn’t answer my question,” you whine despite yourself.

“Aw the baby getting upset?” he makes a face of exaggeratedly fake concern. “Come here, sit on daddy’s lap and I’ll make you feel all better.”

“Baek that was gross.”

“The invitation still stands.” He waggles his eyebrows and shimmies his shoulders. When his gaze drops down to your uncovered chest and a bit of the playfulness gets swallowed up by want, you feel a bit of that desire rushing through your veins again.

He isn’t in love with Jongin?

That only leaves more unanswered questions, but you let them go easily at the sight of Baekhyun reclining lazily against the side of the tub, rubbing up and down his thighs slowly and watching you with predatory closeness.

He is so sexy, you are so fucked.

Squashing the tiny feeling of shame, you crawl over and wrap yourself around him. You can feel him rising in excitement from beneath you. You let your arms rest lazily around his shoulders while he busies his hands with massaging circles on your hips.

“That feels nice,” you whisper in a puff of breath. You know that he can see how affected you are –can feel it in your impatient squirms against him as you attempt to subtly relieve the ache growing inside of you. He hums in agreement and focuses his eyes on your mouth.

You can take a hint when it’s staring you in the face like this. You lean forward and connect your lips softly. A peck. Another one. A kiss on the corner of his mouth. A kiss on the tip of his nose. Another on his smiling lips.

When you pull back there’s emotion swimming in his irises that sparks a heat in your core. You nip at his bottom lip.

A lick, a nibble, a juvenile laugh against pressed lips.

He sticks his tongue out through pursed lips, waiting for you to try and kiss him with his ridiculous expression. You pull away to grimace, only to laugh and lick a messy wet stripe from his upper lip to the tip of his nose.

“You’re a dick,” he laughs, wiping your saliva off his nose.

“And you’re a bastard,” you respond easily. You look at your deeply pruning skin with disdain. “We should dry off.”

“But I like it here in the tub; I haven’t even scrubbed the dirt off.”

“We can clean ourselves properly after I get your cock inside me.” You feel him twitch from beneath you. You cock your head to the side teasingly. “Oh, now you’re ready to get out?”

He scrambles from under you and over the edge of the tub right to the towels. You roll your eyes playfully and climb out just as he plops a towel on your head and quickly tries to dry your hair, only messing it up further.

“Hurry up. We’ll get sick if we stay like this for too long. We need to go to the bed and warm up, I can already feel a cold coming on.”

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DUBAI 2019 [August 28th, 5:00AM]

Chapter 1 | 2 | 3 | 4 | 5 | 6 | 7 | 8 | 9 | 10 | 11 | 12 | 13 | 14 | 15 | 16 T/W: cursing Words: 2446 A/N: its... the final chapter. i hope it isn’t too disappointing and i can’t believe i just finished my first series (altho short) on here. this is a big moment and i’d wait longer to upload it but it seems right to do it on KyoongDay. for anyone and everyone who’s been with me through the whole ride, @realllllrica @jongins-laceglove, @mongryong-the-corgi for hitting me up constantly with feedback, @hkynm for the constant support and discussions about baek and writing, @exosnet @bbh-net for all the support, silent supporters like @baekyoonbi @tiredgirltingz @lolii-moon (YES I SEE AND LOVE ALL OF YOU) and even the anons who reached out and everyone else, i love all of you and thank y’all so so much, may all your lives be filled with the same warmth and happiness that Baekhyunee emits ☀️💕

Dubai International Airport

His hands are nervously drumming against the handle of his luggage as he looks around while you quickly respond to Seoyeon’s text. You push your phone back into your pocket, swallowing slightly as you catch Baekhyun’s gaze from where he stands next to the car while Manager unloads all the bags from the trunk.

It had only been two nights ago when you’d taken Baekhyun to Trance and shown him all of Dubai. Earlier that day, you’d almost broke down as he left your office and thought that you were having a rerun of what happened at New York.

And yet, you didn’t. It felt like ages ago and it killed you now because as you gazed at him, you wished you could redo it all again just to relive every moment with him, the good and even the bad if only it meant to be in his arms again.

No matter how many times you’d been through this, it killed you every time you had to watch him leave.

You sighed as Baekhyun gave you a smile that didn’t quite meet his eyes. Jongin elbowed your side and you turned to the tall man, giving him a small smile as he cocks his head in the direction of Baekhyun.

“Go hug him before he starts crying,” Jongin teases and Baekhyun glares at him, already opening his mouth to curse at him. You grab his hand before he can and drag him around the Prado car, taking him to the front that’s facing the wall for some privacy as you look at him.

“Hey,” you say, cupping his cheeks with your hands. “Don’t stress so much. It’s okay. I’ll fly down sooner than you think, okay? You’ll be busy with SuperM and all the shows at America for a while anyway so forward your schedules to me and we’ll figure something out. Okay?”

He nods, sighing softly in between your hands as his gaze drops to the floor. You squeeze his cheeks slightly and his gaze darts back up as you mumble, “Eat properly, okay? I’ve told Jongin to tell me if you skip meals so you better not do it.”

“You too,” he rolls his eyes, pulling away from your hands and gripping them in his own instead. “You better not lose weight either.”

“You know I won’t. Seoyeon doesn’t let me.”

At this, he pouts. “Maybe you should come with me to monitor my eating and I won’t skip then.”

“Baekhyun.”

“Seoyeon can come too! To monitor you! We can form our own support triangle!”

“Shut up,” you laugh, shaking your head at him. He sighs as you encircle your arms around his slender waist, hugging him tightly to you.

“Soon,” you mumble softly. “I promise.”

Baekhyun holds you to him, asking, “Where’s your car?”

“The parking lot below this.”

“You can’t come see me off inside the airport, right?”

“No, the fans have been waiting for hours.” You look up then, tilting your head back to gaze at him. “Also, Dubai airport security is pretty strict so I can’t get very far inside without a ticket.”

Baekhyun sighs again before pulling back. You stare at each other in silence, eyes stinging slightly as you force yourself to not cry because you know if you did, it’d just hurt him and get him upset too which would then make you feel worse.

He doesn’t say anything as he leans forward, cupping your face and kissing you. You stumble back slightly as he leans his entire weight onto you, your back pressed up against the side of the care as his lips press into yours deeply in a way that you were certain he was savouring and cherishing each nanosecond, memorising it until the next time that your lips could meet again.

You hear someone clear their throat and Baekhyun pulls away reluctantly. He immediately crushes you to his chest again, hugging your head until you’re suffocating and you’re almost thankful that you can’t see him because you weren’t sure how much longer you could keep a grip over your emotions.

Baekhyun loosens his grip around you and you smile as you feel him gently kiss the top of your head before finally letting go. You smile up at him and he gives you one quick kiss before turning around.

You take in a shaky breath and step away from the car as Baekhyun quickly strides to Hyungnim, grabbing the passport and ticket from his hand as he headed for the glass doors at the right corner of the parking lot, leading to the airport. Jongin and Hyungnim turns to give you one last friendly wave and you nod at them with a smile as they follow him inside.

It was an unspoken agreement that both you and Baekhyun abided by—no matter how much it hurt, it always hurt a lot worse if you turned for one last glance so you both always left without looking back.

Your phone suddenly rings with the familiar notification bell saved for Baekhyun and you furrow your eyebrows, grabbing it from your pocket to check the message.

[4:13AM] So you may wanna check the backseat of your car for some pictures from a secret folder that I may have left for you to miss me.

You furrow your eyebrows in confusion as you read the message. Secret folder, what—

Your eyes widen as it strikes you what exactly he’s talking about and you quickly run to the right, leading to the stairs downstairs to where your car was parked.

You’re slightly panting as you unlock the car door, and dive into the backseat, closing the door behind you.

“Oh my god,” you breathe out when you notice a familiar beige box placed on the floor of the car, grabbing it and placing it on the seat.

You grin like an idiot as you open the Louboutin box, fingers finding a hard white paper and turning it to read his familiar handwriting:

Ha, fooled ya! ^^ I know you haven’t worn out the ones I gave you last time (I know everything, okay?) but I really put a lot of thought into this so I hope you use them well. Also, check the glove compartment for the secret folder photos kekekekeke

You mutter curses under your breath as you bite down on your lip to stop yourself from splitting your face open with your grin as you pull away the paper wrappings and gasp aloud when the shoes are finally revealed.

The first thing you notice is that they’re customised—a sleek red body covered with what appeared to be black lacing.

You peer closer and your eyes widen as you feel your heart stutter slightly.

The intricate designs adorning the lace were the exact same that you’d drawn by your own hand decades ago; your first design as a child: the half-circle sun you’d drawn in between two upside-down v’s that were mountains.

A design that was familiar and known to every kid whether artistic or not, it was the one you’d been most proud of as you incorporated it into your very first designs that you’d launched at Paris—both for children and adults, by developing the base circle and triangle into a more elaborate geometric pattern with bold and monochrome colours in a way that it struck as familiar and funky to everyone alike.

A detail you’d gushed about in passing, long ago to Baekhyun—not having expected for him to remember it.

You gaze at the red-soled heels in awe, exhaling softly in disbelief as you wonder how he even thought of doing this. The geometric designs added a beauty to the Louboutins that you didn’t even dream of, heightening its beauty with the complementing red-sole.

You glance at the note again, eyes falling on the last words and reminding you of the glove compartment.

Feeling too impatient to step out, you just throw your leg over the steering and climb to the front seat, grunting as you feel the gearshift hit your side in your hurry. You sit down with a heavy breath, mentally preparing yourself for the photographs of yourself that your insane boyfriend had, for some reason, thought would be hilarious to print them out for you.

“Byun Baekhyun, I swear to God,” you mutter under your breath, opening the glove compartment slowly. “If it’s the blowjob pictures, I’m gonna—”

You stop as you notice the familiar black album cover of City Lights that you were certain you’d last seen in your apartment, next to your sound system with the marker that Baekhyun had carelessly left without placing it back in the shelf.

Frowning in confusion, you take the photobook carefully, recognising it as the one without the photocards. You pull it to your lap, feeling the hard circular disk and opening the last page where it was, except now the shiny silver surface had been signed with the marker:

To my love, my soul and my heart My moon, Y/N

You smile as you read the words, fingers flipping through the photobook and suddenly, a paper falls out onto your lap.

Placing the photobook back in the compartment, you unfold the paper and start reading the letter:

I hope you’re happy cause I didn’t sign anywhere except on the disk, okay? I just wanted to write this because I know I don’t have enough time to tell you and there’s so much I want to say. I’m sure you remember this but the first time I left you in 2017, at Paris—I ran back to the airport’s parking lot and found you in your car just like how you probably are reading this right now, to confess to you for the first time. I knew it was too quick and I knew it might scare you but I wanted to say it anyway. We’ve always rushed, Y/N. I rushed to judge you at Paris, you rushed into a grudge because of my ignorant words. We both rushed at that power room and then we waited what seemed like forever to finally admit the truth to each other. We waited forever to kiss and god, we waited fucking centuries to have each other. I didn’t care when I finally told you I love you because I knew I didn’t want to wait anymore. Because I meant it. I meant it then and I mean it every day—on the many days that I drowsily say it at the end of a call, on the fewer days when we’re both so busy that we forget to remind it to each other, and on the even lesser days that I mumble it into your hair when I hold you close in my arms. I know you hate it when I apologise for the way things are because you say they’re already perfect as is, and I know that if I doubt it, I can always look at you and be reassured of the same. You see me as your beacon of hope, the sunlight in your darkness but you have no idea what you do to me, Y/N. You’re the strongest person I know. The first time I saw you at Paris, you’d been yelling at poor Jun Ki about the broken lights and I remember thinking that you were like some kind of ice queen in her own lair. And then as I pissed you off throughout the show, turned you on at the power room, watched you fall in love with me over tteokbokkis at Paris (okay, it was me who fell in love), I realised how much of a front you’ve put up all your life. And now, I realise how much you’ve grown ever since that first time I met you. Now I’m not crediting myself for it (maybe a little bit) but I like to think that I had something to do with warming all that ice down, melting it away with my light.

You call me your sunshine but you’re my moon, Y/N. Being blinded by these lights all the time, you’d think it’d be easier to see but there’s so many times when I feel lost and helpless, where I have to shine blindly in the direction of the cameras and just blindly smile, pretending that I’m okay. But then you’re there to hold me, you’re there to guide me with your light through the dark. You’re there to tell me that I am okay and I can finally believe it because I know you’re there, holding my hand in my dark that’s blinded by light. You think I shine down on your darkness but you guide me away from mine. There aren’t enough words in any language to ever express how much I love you for the comfort that you are, for the home that you’ve become. And even if there are, I don’t know half as many languages as you so this is the best I can do, okay?

I know you’re a lot better than you were when we first met but I still want you to take better care of yourself, Y/N. I trust Seoyeon to make sure that you aren’t skipping meals and I’ve told her about your little couch situation, so you better start sleeping on that bed, baby. You may not be a model on the runway but it’ll hurt your back and neck and you’re almost always on your feet during your shows so please sleep better. Listen to Jongdae in your room, if that helps (or I’ll make covers of his entire album and send it so you can listen to me instead. Yeah, I’ll do that. Delete his album, don’t listen to him in your room, he has his girlfriend for that). Also as much as I enjoyed your little Arabic tradition, please don’t do it too much. I looked it up and it DOES have tobacco and it IS harmful so you better find another activity to do when you’re stressed about work. Again, I’ve mentioned this to Seoyeon and I think she’s banned you from shisha so yeah, don’t be mad but I love you hehe ^^

My ice queen who became my moon, I love you and miss you already. Fly back to me as soon as you can. Always wanting to stroll more streets with you in yet another exotic city. Always wanting to listen to you throw shade on more tourist guides. Always waiting to be in your arms again.

Your favourite man in the world, Always your sunshine, Baekhyunnieee 'ㅅ'

[the end.]

#bbh-net #exosnet #exo fic #exo baekhyun #byun baekhyun #baekhyun fanfic #mshm baekfic #mshm chapter 16 #mshm 16 #romance #smut #fluff #angst #idol!au #the end #i cant believe its over aaaahhhhhh

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clan-sayeed-fic · 5 years ago

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Let me earn your trust (Kamilah Sayeed & MC)

Previous chapters: 1, 2, 3, 4, 5, 6, 7, 8, 9, 10, 11, 12, 13, 14, 15, 16

Book: Bloodbound (property of Pixelberry Studios) Pairing: Kamilah Sayeed & MC: Amy (I do not own those characters, they're the property of Pixelberry Studios as well) Warnings: a lot of angst, dealing with a traumatic experience, might be hard to read for a sensitive people Rating: Mature Author's note: I'm not a native English speaker, I'm sorry for any mistakes (feel free to correct me).

This chapter was the hardest to write so far. I hope you'd like the result of my struggle😊

I need to ask for your patience😌

I'm leaving tomorrow to the city that I study in. So half of the day I'll spend packing/ on the go/ unpacking. What's more, from Monday I'm going to have a lot of new things to do. So honestly, I don't know when I'll upload the next chapter of the story...

~ 2500 words

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Chapter 17

Amy jumped when someone touched her shoulder, waking her up.

She looked around, disoriented about the house she found herself in. Her eyes couldn't adjust to the light, so she rubbed them slightly to have a clear view of the surroundings.

"Good morning, sleepyhead," Kamilah's voice woke her up even more than the previous pat on the shoulder.

Memories of the last day hit Amy within a second, making her pay close attention to Kamilah's appearance.

The woman was still weak even if the fever was over, and her skin went back to its natural color. She wore a light grey t-shirt and black trousers. Amy looked over her shirt, searching for any sign of blood, which, thankfully, she didn't find.

The girl smiled proudly to herself. Kamilah was clearly feeling better, and that meant the stitches worked.

Amy stretched her arms, leaning back in the chair. Her muscles were hurting because of sleeping with her head on the table.

"You should be laying and resting," Amy said, pausing to yawn.

"Thank's to you, I don't need to," Kamilah put the cup of coffee on the table for her.

Amy took the cup and smelled the sweet aroma of coffee. It made her smile softly before she took a small sip. It was like a miracle drink for her. The thing she needed the most at that moment.

"Amy," Kamilah's voice serious. "I have no words to express my gratitude for what you did for me yesterday."

Kamilah's words referred only to the previous day's situation. But her expression and eyes were apologizing for the way she treated her during past weeks. Amy knew that, and she also knew that she shouldn't point it out. Especially since it must have been already hard for Kamilah to show such surrender. That's why the girl only nodded slightly, accepting the apology.

"You don't need to thank me," Amy stood up after hearing Kamilah's words. She started cleaning up the books that she spread all over the table. "Besides, we are not done yet."

Kamilah's eyebrows raised as she considered what Amy had in mind.

"I'm not understanding," the woman said, waiting for the explanation.

Amy stopped what she was doing, paying her attention back to Kamilah.

"I read about feral's bite," she gestured the books as an example, "a lot. And it's not looking good for you. Most of the vampires turned into ferals after they were bitten."

"He didn't bite me," Kamilah reminded patiently.

"Yeah, I know," Amy rolled her eyes, "but according to some vampires, the scratch can also cause turning."

The woman already had an answer to that. She didn't want the girl to worry.

"It is more likely to occur in younger vampires," Kamilah explained. "Since I'm over two thousand years old, there is a small chance that I will turn into feral."

"But, there still is," Amy interrupted, then Kamilah's words hit her mind, making her think. "Wait, you're that old?"

Kamilah smiled slightly and nodded.

"Anyway..." the girl focused on her next words, "I'm a Bloodkeeper, my blood is in some way special to the vampires, so I made a decision." Amy brushed her hair away from her neck. "I want you to feed on me."

There was silence in the room after her words.

Kamilah stayed still, surprised by this offer.

She looked at Amy's exposed neck, feeling the need rising inside her throat. She could hear the girl's pulse, smell the blood under her skin. Imagine how delicious it must taste.

The woman shook her head, trying to control her desires.

"I won't do it," Kamilah said, looking intensively into Amy's green eyes.

Eyes that within a second lost their gleam, because of her words.

"Why?" Amy looked disappointed. "What's wrong with me?"

That made the woman laugh ironically.

"I'm a blood-sucking monster, and you're asking what's wrong with you?" Kamilah couldn't stop the pain in her heart.

Knowing her own nature was one thing. Admitting it was an entirely different matter.

"I don't think of you as a monster," Amy's eyes didn't lie, she was sure of her words. "You helped those people in Paris, you..."

"I killed more in my life, believe me," Kamilah held her gaze, interrupting.

But she couldn't find the fear or disgust in the girl's face.

"It doesn't matter," Amy told, undoubtfully. "What matters is that you changed. And I won't go out of here before you drink my fucking blood."

Amy stood there with arms crossed on her chest, acting more stubborn than ever. Her eyes were sending a clear message: giving up her idea wasn't even an option.

"Oh, Amy," Kamilah couldn't stop a smile after hearing Amy's passionate voice. "What about... I'll consider your offer in exchange for a conversation."

"About what?" Amy felt suspicious and curious at the same time.

Kamilah moved the chair from the table and slowly sat on it, keeping Amy's gaze. She gestured on the other chair, so Amy sat down too, next to her.

"You," Kamilah answered.

"What kind of deal is this when you're getting both things, and I none," Amy laughed, but she made her decision. Everything was worth trying as long as the woman would feed on her and get better. "Okay, ask me anything."

Kamilah took her time to take in Amy's features. She wanted to ask her properly about what concerned her the most. Without scaring her off this time.

"What about..." Kamilah said, "where did you learn how to stitch up the wound."

Amy gulped at this question. She knew that Kamilah wanted to know way much more. The girl considered for a second if she should give up her secrets.

Secrets that she managed to keep safe for such a long time.

Finally, something broke inside of her, and she let go.

"My mum taught me," words left Amy's mouth. "She's a nurse... somewhere," her throat tightened for a moment, preventing her from continuing.

Kamilah gently placed her hand on Amy's. She wanted to add her courage, but at the same time didn't want to push her.

"If it's too hard to talk about, I won't force you," the woman's whisper sweetly sounding in Amy's ears.

For a moment, Amy rethought her words. Under any other circumstances, she would take the opportunity to avoid this subject. But, one look at Kamilah's eyes, which at that moment were showing an unbelievable devotion and support, made her fight her past.

"I have to tell this," Amy closed her eyes for a second, gathering her thoughts. "There is a lot I need to explain to you."

After a deep breath, she opened her eyes and looked deeply into Kamilah's. Like she was afraid that after her first words, the woman would disappear.

"Let me start with my name," Amy said, searching for the reaction. She saw a little nod from Kamilah, but no judgment in her expression. "I've had a lot of them, but my first one was Amelia Moore."

Memories of her regular and ordinary at first life hit her immediately.

How she was playing as the kid in the garden under the old weeping willow. Her parents, who were sitting on the blanket which was spread on the wild, not equally mown grass.

Their smiles.

She remembered, with how much love they were looking at each other.

At her.

"I told you before that I moved a lot in my life," Amy continued. "That wasn't exactly what happened."

Screams and loud noises echoed in her mind.

Before her eyes grew a dark forest. Amy felt the cold wind brushing her hair from this night. She remembered how scared she was, being only six years old back then.

"We were on the run," Amy stated a fact, "Ever since I can remember."

"Hide her! I'll come as soon as I can," words of her father when he disappeared into darkness to cover up their tracks.

Sound of her mother's voice when she was humming a song to help her fall asleep. The constant fear that they both would disappear from her life, and she would be left alone.

"And it was all because of me," tears threatening to escape her eyes. Kamilah tightened grip on her hand, trying to keep Amy safe from the shadows of her past. "They would never admit it, but I knew it all along. They were protecting me," she looked at the wall, getting lost in thoughts. "Back then, I didn't know our enemy. Now, I've had the time to think about it. And I'm sure that it had to have something to do with me being a Bloodkeeper."

"Do you think they knew about vampires?" Kamilah asked slowly, she was picking words carefully this time.

"They never told me, probably because they tried to keep me safe from this world," Amy had her chance to be angry at them for doing so. Now, all she felt was gratitude. "I've never seen the vampire before, or I did but never knew what I was up against," she had so many questions to her parents. "We had traveled under different names since then. We had never stayed anywhere for too long."

Amy's gaze moved to her own wrist, looking at the scar. The memory visualized before her.

"You're a brave girl, aren't you?" Her mother's whisper.

Amy could still feel how her fingers were gently stroking her skin. She could understand how heartbroken the woman must have been to do such a thing to her own daughter.

"But why?" Amy was seven years old at that time.

She was shaking from fear and lack of understanding. Those emotions were mixed with endless trust in her parents.

"Do you remember what we were telling you before?" her father sat beside her, patting her on the shoulder reassuringly. "You're a special girl, and some people might not understand that. So this mark will..." he waited for her reaction.

"Make a fool of them!" Amy laughed at her own words.

"Amelia!" her mother couldn't stop a grin since Amy was so adorable, even while repeating such awful words at her age.

"I'm sorry, mummy," the little girl hung her head, meaning her words.

Amy lifted her head to look into her father's eyes, waiting for him to explain.

"This mark will hide you," his words full of the pain of what was about to happen.

"Like in hide-and-seek?" Amy asked, but she was a smart little girl and knew when was the right time to stop joking. "Is it going to hurt a lot?"

Her parents shared an uneasy look.

"I'm afraid that it will," her mother didn't lie, there was no need to. "But we got you, you know that?"

"We will always be here for you," her father's words were the last she remembered before the unbearable pain took over her little body.

Amy breathed slowly, getting out of those thoughts, trying to concentrate.

"They must have known that the Bloodkeeper's can not have scars because of the fast healing process," Amy showed the wrist. "Since my mum was a nurse, she knew what exactly had to be done to create one. Despite how badly the skin wanted to be healed," she remembered pain from constant cutting with an infected knife till the scar stopped disappearing. "I was just a child when it happened."

"It must have been so hard and painful," Kamilah's stomach tightened. She couldn't imagine such torture at a young age.

"It was, but it helped us survive," Amy's heartbeat increased at the next memory. "Till it didn't."

"You're going to be fine," her mother's voice on the day of their separation. "And you don't need to worry about us, we will take care of ourselves."

"I'm sorry that I'm the cause of all of this," tears were flowing unstoppably down Amy's cheeks. She was eighteen years old at that moment. "I didn't know that they were the ones looking for me."

"Hey, you don't need to apologize," her father's hand laid on her shoulder to make sure she would listen carefully. "Never, to anyone, do you understand?"

Amy nodded, unable to speak.

"We are so proud of you, Amelia," they didn't call her this name for a long time.

"I'm proud of you too," they hugged each other one last time before separation.

Amy closed her eyes, and a single tear escaped without her permission.

"I trusted the wrong people," her voice shaky. "Going in different directions was our best chance. For me, and for them," she gulped nervously. "It was all my fault."

Kamilah's fingers moved under Amy's chin as she gently made her meet the woman's eyes. When the girl didn't look away, Kamilah wiped the tear with the same hand. She smiled at the girl softly.

"It's not your fault, Amy," Kamilah spoke honestly. "Your parents loved you infinitely. They still do, and you love them as much. There's no one to blame for that."

Amy nodded slightly, words moved straight to her heart.

"How did you meet Lily?" Kamilah asked, trying to get Amy's thoughts to a more positive subject.

And she was right to do so since Amy smiled instantly at the sound of her best friend's name.

"We knew each other since this craziness started," Amy never stopped smiling softly. "Our families were friendly with each other, and even after I was running away with mine, we tried to stay in touch." Amy's heartbeat slowed down, she felt calmer. "Then, I bumped into Lily in the college where I was undercover. Already as Amy Cambell. Starting a new life," she remembered the feeling of safeness when she recognized her best friend after not seeing her for such a long time. "She helped me with making sure that all my personal data was changed and no one would get to know the truth. Somehow, it didn't work," Amy smiled at the woman meaningfully. "After college, we moved to New York, and the rest of it, you already know."

Amy finished her story, and the silence fell in the room. Kamilah wasn't prepared to hear something like that. She couldn't imagine what the girl must have gone through during her short life. Moreover, she was impressed by how powerful and independent, Amy ended up being.

Finally, Amy broke the silence, speaking with difficulty. She took her hand away from Kamilah.

"I get this if you don't consider me worth your attention or trust," Amy exposed herself entirely to this woman. She told her everything, and now she was expecting the harsh judgment from her.

Kamilah didn't leave her gaze, reaching again for Amy's hand. This time, taking it with both of hers.

"You are worth more than you can even imagine..." Kamilah said, "...Amy."

She emphasized the name on purpose. By doing so, she let the girl know that whatever she would decide, Kamilah would follow her lead.

It didn't matter under which name they met in the beginning. What truly mattered was the person that Kamilah had a chance to get to know. And she wouldn't change a thing about her.

Amy smiled at her, feeling the warmth spreading in her chest.

Then, she reminded herself about what this whole conversation was for in the first place.

"I don't want you to turn into feral," Amy said with pleading eyes. "Now's your part of the deal."

Kamilah sighed quietly but nodded.

Ready for what's to come.

Next chapter: 18 (nsfw)

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ir0n-angel · 5 years ago

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FLUFF-uary Prompts

28+1 Days of FLUFF for the Month of February

1. flirting

2. acts of devotion (example: I did the dishes for you; I made dinner; I let you sleep in late, etc.)

3. first kiss

4. awkward, but cute

5. banter

6. gifts

7. holding hands

8. long walks

9. being silly

10. caught in the rain

11. heart-eyes or loving gaze

12. pillow talk

13. take them dancing

14 - first 'I love you'

15. laughing together

16. pet names

17. cooking together

18. tickling

19. mutual pining

20. breakfast in bed

21. play fight/pillow fight

22. date night

23. PDA's

24. comfort after a rough day

25. snuggling

26. established relationship 'I love you'

27. finishing each other's sentences

28. start a new tradition

29. Leap Year Bonus: SWEET FLUFF

FLUFF-uary is a creation challenge designed to display all your sweetness and light for the whole month of February. There will be a prompt for each day (plus a bonus for the leap year!) and you can do as many as you like, in any combination or order. Feel free to write, draw, edit photos/videos... whatever you're inspired to create. Have fun, it's not a contest. You can join in for the whole month, do one or two, or even come up with your own. Do it at your own pace, even after February is over. There's no word or size limits or restrictions other than to keep it sweet (no whump, please – we're all about the comfort zone here). When uploading your fluffs, please tag properly with the prompt, the tag fluffuary2020, and any other applicable tags (like genre, characters, any content warnings if you decide to go NSFW etc.) Any questions can be directed @crackinglamb and @ir0n-angel. This is our very first sweet prompt event, so we hope everyone has a good time.

#FLUFF-uary 2020 #Fluffuary #creation challenge #I freehanded that visual so please be gentle with me

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scrumptiousparadisepoetry · 5 years ago

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Miami’s Preparedness and Mitigation Strategies for Hurricanes

The City of Miami

Miami is a beautiful low-lying coastal city; it attracts thousands of tourists each year and boasts beautiful architecture, as well as miles of beaches. There is one thing, however, this city in particular is vulnerable to. Due to Miami's tropical climate and close proximity to the Atlantic Ocean, it is frequently a target for hurricanes. More specifically, in the month of September, Miami is at very large risk of being hit by hurricanes. Though hurricanes don't seem to deter tourists and residents away, the impact they have had on this city have been devastating.

How Does Miami Mitigate and Prepare for Hurricanes?

In this blog we will go into depth on how Miami prepares their city in order to protect it from hurricanes. Also, we will see how Miami goes about mitigating the effects that come with hurricanes. Not only is Miami’s low sea level height an aggravating factor for hurricanes, but so is climate change; later on, we will discuss the controversy of climate change and how Miami is dealing with the effects that come with it. The earth’s changing climate is increasing both the severity and regularity of hurricanes.

Miami’s Preparation Plan for Hurricanes

If a weather radar were to detect a hurricane whose path is heading towards Miami, Miami has a certain preparation plan which they will enact. It is important to mention that Miami recommends their residents follow the hurricane guide whether there be a hurricane watch, or a hurricane warning. A hurricane watch is issued when a hurricane is predicted to strike the given area in 48 hours, whereas, a hurricane warning is issued when a hurricane is expected to hit the area in 36 hours (2). First, Miami recommends that residents should either prune trees themselves or hire a contractor to ensure trees are hurricane ready. Pruning trees allows the tree to grow stronger, and it also prevents dead tree branches from causing damage to property. Secondly, if someone is a boat owner in Miami, Miami recommends that even before a hurricane watch is issued, boat owners should relocate their boats inland (2). In hurricane preparation, Miami also holds that it is important to check and make sure your gutter flows properly and has no clogs. A faulty gutter can end up causing extensive damage to your roof. The final step of hurricane preparation is to follow evacuation orders if given by the city of Miami. If an evacuation notice is in effect, it is required that everyone must leave the city (2). Miami provides public transportation to those who need it for evacuating.

Miami’s Hurricane Mitigation Strategies

Before hurricane Andrew happened in Florida in 1992, there were no regulations for buildings to be designed to be hurricane ready; hospitals and essential businesses weren’t required to have generators, there were no codes for buildings to follow, etc. Richard Olsen, the director of the international hurricane research center at Florida International University, when asked about hurricane Andrew stated, “It was a marker event in the history of South Florida and for Florida in general. Nothing was ever the same in terms of mitigation and preparedness” (5). After hurricane Andrew, bills were passed that required supermarkets, gas stations and hospitals to be equipped with generators. The addition of generators allows stores and hospitals to open quickly after a hurricane strikes (5). Miami has learned from hurricane Andrew, and now has cracked down on bills to ensure mitigation efforts in their city will be boosted. Many schools and public buildings in Miami have received funding from the city to reinforce their buildings and install shelters (1). Also, Miami has added building codes that mean residents have to have reinforced roof sheathing, secondary water barrier roof protection, as well as use ring shank nails (hurricane grade nails) (1).

Miami After Hurricane Andrew (7).

The Controversy of Climate Change

With regards to hurricane preparation and mitigation, Miami is now facing a bigger and bigger challenge each year as the sea level is only continuing to rise. Buildings and the design of the city must be constructed in order to be able to handle the flooding that comes with hurricanes and the rising of the sea. According to the mayor of Miami, “by 2025, Miami Beach hopes to spend $400 million to elevate 60% of its roads, which will receive new drainage systems, pavement, and sewer and water systems as needed ” (3). Also, as of August 2017, Miami has completed 3 miles out of the 260 planned miles (by now they are much further) (3). Hurricanes almost always cause flooding, however, with climate change in the picture, the flooding that comes with hurricanes has become catastrophic. With Miami’s sea level being so low, they are now seeing storm surges that are becoming hard to manage. Thus, Miami has started to install 80 pump stations throughout the city. Sea level rise from climate change has also changed the way Miami must prepare for hurricanes. In preparation for hurricane Dorian, the city manager stated they were “cleaning out storm drains, vacuuming out our system to make sure its flowing as efficiently as possible. We’re locating 10 temporary pumps around the city and 16 temporary generators for pumps that are already in place” (4). In order to protect from storm surges due to climate change, Miami recognizes that natural environments are the most effective; the waterkeeper of Miami states, “We know there is really valuable protection from storm surge given by natural infrastructure like coral reefs, mangroves, dunes and things like that" (6). Accordingly, the corps’ plan calls for extensive planting of mangroves along residential areas (6).

Hurricane Storm Surge in Miami (6).

What I’ve Learned

Through researching the topic of how Miami both mitigates and prepares for hurricanes, I have learned many things. Moreover, I first learned that Miami has taken into account past hurricanes and the effects they have had on their city. More specifically, since hurricane Andrew, Miami has now required hospitals, stores, and other essential businesses to have backup generators in order to get their business up and running as soon as possible after the strike of a hurricane. I also learned that Miami requires public buildings to have reinforced shelters, resident homes to have hurricane grade roof sheathing/secondary water barrier roof protection and hurricane grade nails. Finally, through my research in this topic, I have learned how much of an aggravating factor climate change is for hurricanes; a rise in temperature causes the sea level to rise, as an increase in temperature causes glaciers to melt and water to swell. Finally, I learned that due to climate change, Miami has put millions of dollars towards flood mitigation strategies: such as raising roads and providing extra water pumps in the city. All in all, hurricanes have proven to be a consistent economical problem for Miami that will only get worse in magnitude and in frequency due to climate change.

Endnotes

Rollason, Frank. Before a Hurricane, 2020, www.miamidade.gov/global/emergency/hurricane/before-hurricane.page.

Tear, Charles. “Miami Beach Hurricane Guide.” 2017, www.miamibeachfl.gov/wp-content/uploads/2017/08/Hurricane-Guide-Eng-2017.pdf.

Garfield, Leanna. “How Miami Has Prepared for Sea Level Rise and Monstrous Hurricanes like Irma.” Business Insider, Business Insider, 8 Sept. 2017, www.businessinsider.com/miami-hurricane-irma-sea-level-rise-preparation-2017-9.

Harris, Alex, and Joey Flechas. “Hurricane Dorian Could Hit during King Tide, and Miami Is Preparing to Flood.” Catalyst Miami, www.catalystmiami.org/hurricane_dorian_could_hit_during_king_tide_and_miami_is_preparing_to_flood_jgkwchuznosh3gb10yjsfg.

Alvarez, Lizette, and Marc Santora. “After Andrew, Florida Changed Its Approach to Hurricanes.” The New York Times, The New York Times, 6 Sept. 2017, www.nytimes.com/2017/09/06/us/hurricane-andrew-miami.html?auth=login-google.

Allen, Greg. “A $4.6 Billion Plan To Storm-Proof Miami.” NPR, NPR, 13 June 2020, www.npr.org/2020/06/13/875725714/a-4-6-billion-plan-to-storm-proof-miami.

Miami, et al. “Destruction at Dawn: What Hurricane Andrew Did to South Florida on August 24, 1992.” Miamiherald, Miami Herald, www.miamiherald.com/news/weather/hurricane/article32006499.html.

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