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crypticanexe · 2 years

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OTW Board Election Candidate Opinion

This is a very long, very opinionated post. A far cry from my usual. I will not be arguing or debating anyone on it. If we disagree, fair enough! I respect that. So all I ask is you not come for my neck either.

NOTE: Some words are fully censored due Tumblrs own TOS. Please note the Q&A is linked at the bottom for the uncensored version of her words.

That said, as I'm sure a lot of people have seen already, voting for the OTW Board has begun. And I've already seen a lot of people shouting not to vote in favor of Tiffany G.

And, I have to agree.

I, unfortunately, cannot partake in the vote, but I've done some digging anyway. Nothing better to do on a Thursday than voice my opinion into the void that is Tumblr.

Tiffany seems to be in favor of censorship. I say seems because this is just based on what's in front of me, she's not outright said so. Just barely brushed the surface of it.

But let's not get ahead of the game. Let's go through a minor breakdown of the Q&A

In the interview on August 1st, Tiffany stated;

"Well, I think a lot of external people are very concerned about the fact that some works contain child ****, p******** content, and other illegal content."

Let's be honest here folks - there's some truth to this. There are some works published on the site that are vile, or downright contain depictions that would be illegal in real-world scenarios. That is the cost of absolutely no censorship. I think the "Other illegal content" is...more of a grey area, considering the basis of fanfiction; partaking in fictional worlds and universes. For example; gambling under a certain age is illegal, but in the context of 'Kakegurui' clearly, their world doesn't abide by that same rule. That's a very basic comparison, but you get it.

My point? I definitely have opinions on the rampant written **** of children and p********, that I don't think should exist, but the third example is just too broad. Not to mention "External people are concerned." Censorship isn't going to solve that problem. External people are concerned with a tirade of things - the real problems, Gay things, violence, etc. That's how people think and act. What censorship will do, is cause a chain reaction.

One of the biggest reasons for this is a common argument; children are on AO3. Here's the thing - it is not the responsibility of the internet to protect or raise your child. It is not my job as an author to limit what I am writing to being "teen appropriate" because little Timmy went on AO3 and found explicit violence. (See; NC-17 ban).

Moving on, the next segment I want to dissect is this,

"OK this is a follow-up to the last question – people think we host child **** content and such things. This issue is actually closely related to the incident when our service is banned in my home country. It might also be helpful to clarify that to the public."

Firstly, let's start with that home country ban. In 2020, the Chinese government banned AO3 due to an incident regarding a drama, "The Untamed" and an RPF written for actor Xiao Zhan. While it does seem to be what initially started that downhill slope of the Mainland China AO3 ban, it actually seems to still exist more because of China's overall censorship.

I don't want to dwell on that particular part much. I don't know much about China's censorship beyond face value, and I don't know much about this incident specifically. If you want to know more, I encourage you to do the research. I encourage that anyway, really.

The second part though, "clarify that to the public", is a bit odd. Who is "the public"? AO3 has its own social media accounts, but I found AO3 through the author's crossposting on FF.net 5 years ago. Who exactly are we clarifying this for, and what are we clarifying? The public's opinion will vary wildly by country, or area, regardless. That's what makes the broadness an issue.

AO3 has always been a '100% inclusive space' which relies on the lack of censorship to sustain that stance. Take one of the biggest points; LBGTQ+ rep. We are constantly filtered out across the web, and across country borders on other sites. This ties into that chain reaction I mentioned, one domino falls and they all come down.

Trucking forward, here's a long segment;

"I support 100% “maximum inclusiveness of content”, yet there is always a boundary to everything. Since OTW is already an influential org, we need to protect our image and hold a better image to the public. I want the public to think of us as an inclusive and socially responsible community. So in general, we have to do something to change. Things like making the rating system more specific and obvious to users will be what I want to do.

Not really restricting the content being posted. I hope it is like more warnings and ratings for posting work so people know what to expect. And all of these are not surprising to people who do not wish to see this."

So, that's a LOT. And my first comment is that it feels contradictory, if only because of its vagueness. You agree with the maximum inclusiveness, but that there are always boundaries. Now, that in itself is true and not the issue - but where is the boundary? Where do you draw the line in the sand?

There is something I do agree with here though; better tagging. Not necessarily revamping what's already there, but giving more. I.e - the 'Underage' tag is very....not explanatory at all, until you open it and find..well, what you'd expected if you've read this far. But there are fiction, written about teens that include scenes like kissing. That's not bad, but it is considered Underage. Sometimes it makes it to the tag, sometimes it doesn't. But that's the issue - with that tag, you cannot differentiate the two except to read through the results.

I can't push this thought enough; I agree that some things on AO3 are just fucked, but censorship is such a slippery slide, that better ratings and tagging seems a much more reasonable route to go.

All in all, I think there are a couple valid points, but there are far to many that vaguely fall in favor of censorship. Once you begin to censor something, the domino effect will occur. Just look at the NC-17 ban on FF.net all those years ago. I was an avid user of FF.net as a kid. It's where I uploaded my first ever fic. But eventually, I moved on to AO3. Not because I was chasing the said NC-17 fics, but everyone else left because of the ban. The once...decently active community had dwindled some.

At the end of the day, it falls to those who can vote, and what you think is best. That's the point of a democratic voting system for the Board. This is just the opinionated rambling of some random guy on the internet.

I'll leave you with all my resources for this wordy and useless piece below, along with a last segment from that Q&A that really cemented why I believe she is on the side of Censorship.

"(Sveritas): "Please clarify how you propose we treat the content we currently have in the archive that should be banned with those proposed TOS changes."

(Tiffany) "If there are changes, it is going to be some slower work I suspect. Will work with PAC to figure out if changes are necessary."

Q&A Tiffany G's Profile 2020 China AO3 Ban (Vox) FF.net NC-17 Ban (Fanlore)

#otw #otw election #archive of our own #AO3 #organization for transformative works #otw board

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asachuu · 9 months

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Alright, BSD/AO3-related “confession” time, although this shouldn’t have really become a confession.

While my works over on AO3 are occasionally quite dark, the full extent of which is entirely subjective, yet still one I could describe as such objectively, I do sometimes try to water a lot of it down out of fear I’m starting to sound “edgy for the sake of it”, as nonsensical as I personally find that description. Though I’m aware the thought process goes against what I personally believe on these matters, I still don’t want anyone to look at anything I write and assume it’s nothing but a mindless pile of brutality treated without proper seriousness and/or something to exaggerate for “no real reason”, and I often find myself worrying whether or not it’ll come off as such, even though I understand each author has their own visions and motives, me included, and not everyone will assume those correctly, nor will people ever universally agree on them, enjoy the content or even have the willingness to accept the mere existence of art that isn’t pure or sanitized, therefore one shouldn’t feel anxious over this when nobody owes any sort of explanation or justification for their creations to strangers anyway, but…let’s just say I’m still trying to get past that. Unfortunately, I suppose spending too much time around audiences who consider going into any type of ever-so-slightly darker territory in one’s works as an act only terrible, cruel individuals would do may have had its long-lasting effects…but I digress.

There was one work which was initially meant to be entirely unfiltered, “uncensored”, if I should say so, and that work was meant to be what would eventually become both A Second Chance and No Retakes, given the two are merely two varying iterations of an alternate universe I wanted to create for the ship I’m writing about. I suppose it’s the third, never spoken about version of it, and although there are four to five total versions as of today, this one in particular had almost made it through, had I not completely washed everything I were to include away just a few days before I got to writing my “first” fic. In fact, it was precisely the fully clean version which became A Second Chance; the series is essentially only different in its beginning, past and subsequently the way said past would affect what was happening, yet the more general events stayed intact, unlike No Retakes which is still not being too truthful to its original introductory disclaimer as of the last update.

Now, I felt like I had to tidy this one up, and if I am to be honest, it was mainly thanks to my only “enthusiastic” audience at the time always focusing on any sadder element of my writing and pinpointing how much it ruined the whole work, which was…a rather demotivating experience, aside from all else I could say about it. Considering this was a work I would be posting publicly with the intention of actually having others see it and associate it with this chain of accounts instead of someone’s random throwaway I could just ditch at any time, and not only that, this would also be something of great personal importance to me, I didn’t want to discard what I assumed to be my only chance at making something I could look back and be satisfied with. There is certainly far more to this story, but all that is to say, I didn’t want— and frankly couldn’t even afford— this to be dismissed as someone’s “horrible” work with such “unnecessary cruelty” in it, or however else it would have been described.

Even after a long time, after I had started publishing far more “risky” things, such as my whole Rimlaine-related series, and detached myself as much as possible from an audience which would ultimately never find any enjoyment in what I actually wished to be creating and would only serve to bring me down or make me dislike my own content, there was one thing I didn’t change my mind on, and that was feeling as though I still wouldn’t have been able to write the original concept of the ChuuArt series/fic/etc. I had in mind, even after everything I had written by that point and even after many chapters of No Retakes. In fact, I changed my mind a mere four weeks ago, which is the only reason I’m writing this.

If you’ve never heard me describe what the original consisted of, I’ll have to slightly disappoint you this time as I definitely don’t have enough confidence to actually state what it could have been, but as is probably very obvious, it wasn’t for the faint-hearted. I feel as though it’s no exaggeration if I say it was far more dark than every single Rimlaine fic I have ever written combined. I don’t believe I ever considered it “unreasonable” or any other such descriptor, not even when I was too afraid to write it, though— in truth, I sincerely believe both A Second Chance and No Retakes are extremely unrealistic and don’t represent practically anything I had been envisioning. Right now, I’ve decided to see if it’s possible for me to rework the outlines for the latter as it’s obviously very far from done and nobody apart from me would know what the original was meant to be, steering it a little bit closer to its long-lost predecessors, but even if I do manage to pull this off, the concept has been lost from the very beginning, and nothing can replicate it unless I somehow wholeheartedly try to overwrite people’s memories.

Of course, not stating it directly doesn’t mean I can’t imply it, and I will have to, just for the sake of what I’m trying to get at. The initial premise was always having Arthur survive the events of Fifteen, that much is obvious, and while there is one other version of the AU in which he survives on his own accord without any interference from the Port Mafia, the rest of them did require him to fall into the organization’s hands. Now, here is where I feel like ASC/NR completely fail at being anyhow logical, and this has hit me more than ever recently, though I’ll explain why afterwards, despite being somewhat confident that you could figure it out even without my input from here.

Naturally, there is absolutely no reason for Arthur to have been entirely safe and intact until meeting Chuuya in any iteration (…maybe aside from that one exception, but I think you’ll get what I mean more specifically), and no horrible living conditions I place him in are even remotely comparable to what I believe an organization such as the Port Mafia would do to a traitor if he were to be kept alive for any reason instead of immediately assassinated, as implied in Fifteen. I will give off somewhat plot-important spoilers here for No Retakes, so please beware, but NR tries to give some flimsy reasoning for this as I seemed to have become more and more self-aware of it while writing the initial outlines— I thought that perhaps, if Arthur regained his memories and could have potentially held some valuable information about other organizations, it would have made sense to try and keep him alive and well, and while it would have definitely been more straightforward for any PM member to just…let’s say…“standard-mafia-procedure” the information out of him, nobody would have had any reason to do that if he’d either been completely unconscious or he forgot everything again, right…? And one more “spoiler”, although it’s been slightly hinted at in the fic itself already and I heavily regret giving it such little relevance— even that much didn’t sit right with me, so he doesn’t escape entirely unscathed, but nonetheless, all of it is extremely tame, in my opinion. (Spoilers end) It feels more like a last resort to attain more realism points which simply aren’t really there, or so I believe.

The original, however, went all-out with this “realism” I so speak of, and I’ll just say that every variation of this AU has a five year gap between Fifteen and its present at the very least, but in both I’ve written about so far, Arthur isn’t particularly conscious for any of those five or more years. In that version, for one reason or another that hasn’t been properly worked on before being discarded and turned into one of the newer ideas, he’d been reluctantly kept alive, but not a soul would have given him the luxury of just leaving him be for ages until he would have most likely rotted away like in ASC, or until he’d woken up again like in NR. I believe everyone can have their own interpretation of my words here as I don’t even know how I would type this out in the first place, but essentially, at that point, Chuuya wouldn’t have simply carried him away for the sake of it or been tasked to watch over him, it’d be more of him just outright saving whatever was left of his life. I’m sure that anything one could imagine here would also lead to an obvious difference between how this AU’s Arthur would act, as opposed to both AU versions of him currently existing, yet to write all that simply felt…wrong. Not wrong because it didn’t make sense and felt like a pointless gore fest— the complete opposite, actually, but wrong as in, according to my mind and my mind only, something “too dark for AO3” or the BSD fandom as a whole. I probably would have had the tendency to overdescribe it as well instead of letting the reader make up their own mind, which would have added onto that factor, and I was too worried to even dare venturing there. Some of it certainly also had to do with fearing I wouldn’t be able to pull it off as a more amateurish writer, but it wasn’t the main driving force.

Now, anyone could sit here and tell me that my reason was complete bullshit, and I can’t believe I’ve only arrived to this conclusion myself so late. What led me to it, you may ask? Simple— Bungou Stray Dogs itself.

I’ve drafted this very post those four weeks ago when I changed my thoughts on these matters and just edited it to make it fit recent events, but at the time of writing this initially, I was only on chapter 40 of re-reading the manga, and that has been enough to convince me none of my fics, not even the original AU I had in mind, are “too edgy” for anything to do with BSD (and AO3, of course, I think that site has seen it all). Though I firmly believe no such thing even needs some kind of “justification” to be written in the first place, as for my observation, all of my harsher ideas would still be reduced to mere dust if compared to that or the light novels. There is not a single thing I could have ever written that would have gone “too far” by my own anxiety-driven standards, and even if I genuinely took that entire concept and wrote it to the full extent I’ve had in my mind, it would only be dreaming of being on par with something like Atsushi’s backstory or Q’s treatment, both of which are basically at the mere start of the manga. If not that, it would absolutely pale in comparison to the entirety of Stormbringer, for example, and if one was to put it simply, the amount of missing limbs, dead bodies, torture, on-screen and described gore in this series would make my own concepts…I want to say laughable, but it’d actually make them just a tiny bit more BSD-worthy.

Nothing I’m writing feels like BSD itself from this perspective, and I understand that I’m writing fanfiction— I’m in a space where people don’t always want to match the mood and tone of the media they’re making their own spin on, and there is not a single thing out of place if I make any of my works more toned down, peaceful and whatnot, but at the same time, there will also be nothing out of place if I don’t. Honestly, this may be somewhat clear already, but I don’t want to write works which are fully sanitized, clean and light-hearted only, and while yes, I believe a couple of those exist on my page, those aren’t meant to be the majority as that was never my goal to begin with. I didn’t even have one at first, but when I both actually tried to think of one somewhere along the way and reflected on all my old drafts and notes, the answer I got was to make the opposite of what I look for while browsing AO3 myself, ironically— as I don’t usually spend my time reading much, not even on there, I only ever read short fics that I can go through in one sitting which don’t leave me thinking about anything surrounding them and I feel as though I’ve read them from their true beginning to their true end, with the plot being only what was in the 4000 or so words I skimmed through rather than something much different, something I’ve only looked through a window into, and, simply put for what I think is my case, something far more pretentious than that, of course. Hopefully, there is no need for me to clarify I clearly do enjoy the shorter, less complex fics and am in no way trying to devalue them, they’re just not what I personally would like to write myself— I would be delighted if someday, I could feel as though I have created something which has a full, proper story in itself, and additionally, seeing as it’s BSD fanfiction, absolutely not have this story be one in which you could almost believe all the characters are regular office workers with rather mild problems in their lives. The only thing which is closest to this, yet which still fails to meet the former criteria, is probably all to do with Rimlaine that I’ve written, but that was not the initial plan, and now I’m seeing that it didn’t really have to be this way.

Not that I regret it too much, seeing as I could fix this if I truly wanted to— No Retakes was mostly born out of late regrets after I’ve fallen in love with that version of the AU and spent months wishing I had worked on it from the very beginning instead of having a thousand separate worries about it, all before I realized there were more people encouraging me to write it than people who would have insinuated I’d already written a ChuuArt AU and another “similar” one wasn’t necessary anymore. I could undoubtedly go back and show everyone one more of the originals, the one which would have rivaled every single work of mine in terms of just how dark it would have been, but I’m not sure whether it’s my ongoing WIP or general exhaustion stopping me more here, aside from the fact that I simply don’t have that much of a desire to do it when I could still try and pray to salvage said WIP a little bit and find a middle ground that doesn’t require me to start another project I will inevitably have no time to work on without getting too worn down.

Anyhow, I suppose I’ll get to looking through the outlines again, perhaps cut out some chapters on the way if I can and hope not to add more by accident. For better or for worse, while the reason should have probably been a bit different, I’m glad to be a bit less willing to censor half my works now that I’ve at least realized what media I’ve actually been using this whole time, and I’m hoping it will have some impact going forward as I really want to write what I alone want to write, not what people who don’t even care about my works want to see me create.

#text post #asachuu #all that being said I think reworking the outlines properly is sadly a bit too hopeful #I’ll see what’s doable at least

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thecassadilla · 3 years

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Change of Pace - Chapter 2

Pairing: Kristanna

Chapter 2 on AO3

Chapter 1

Word Count: 3,332

Summary: With her sister’s blessing, Anna takes a step back from her royal duties and finds herself working for a ski resort nestled in the mountains. A chance encounter with the resort’s maintenance technician leads them down an unexpected path, as they must work together to plan the resort’s annual ball - and maybe fall in love in the process.

Author’s Note: Hi everyone! Sorry to leave you all with a cliffhanger last week! This chapter picks up on the same day but from a different perspective ;). I’m thinking I’m gonna update on Tuesdays every week if that’s cool? Or should I try to update more often? Also, if you celebrate Thanksgiving, I hope you enjoy the holiday safely! Sorry for all the asterisked words - tumblr likes to censor and remove posts from tags if they have “bad” words in them, but the uncensored version is on AO3. Enjoy!!!

There were very fews words that Kristoff Bjorgman would use to describe his life; miserable, mundane, ordinary. From the minute he woke up in the morning until the minute he went to bed at night, he wished he were someone or somewhere else.

Nobody stayed in Valley of the Living Rock - often shortened to Valley - if they could help it. The main draw to the area was Valley Ski Resort, which was nestled in the mountains. For decades, the town flourished during the winter months, but suffered as warm weather drew near due to the resort’s influence. Most of the people who stayed in town year round lived above their means, as it was difficult to find and keep work when the money practically dried up in the summertime. That all changed when the resort began to expand - adding amenities such as a pool, archery, horseback riding, and a multitude of events that attracted people during the hottest months of the year.

After the resort expanded, the local government decided to put money into the town itself, enticing visitors to venture away from the resort during their visits and see what the town had to offer. Tourists began to appreciate Valley itself as a picturesque, quaint town they could visit during their stay at the resort, and money began to pour into the local economy. Deciding to take full advantage, the decision was made for the main street to be transformed to a “Winter Wonderland,” with the storefronts adorning themselves with string lights, wreaths, and pine garland in the colder months. Business boomed and as the years went on, more and more people came to visit.

For Kristoff, life in Valley was bleak. Abandoned at birth, it was difficult to navigate the foster system as a small, generally “unwanted” child. He was bounced around a lot in his early years before becoming one of the lucky few who managed to find a family willing and able to foster him until adulthood. But people talked, and in small towns like his, that gossip traveled fast. By the time he made it to high school, he had hardly any friends. The only good thing that had ever happened to him - aside from his family - was his ex-girlfriend, Joslyn. She moved to Valley in their senior year of high school, and was as much of an outcast as he was. They became fast friends and eventually started a relationship. She stuck around for a few years and attended the local community college while they dated, but like everyone else who had the opportunity, she eventually moved on. The breakup was amicable and he admittedly missed her from time to time, but also understood that where she was going was bigger and better than what Valley - and he - had to offer.

As a junior in high school, he’d managed to snag a job at Valley Ski Resort as a janitor, and then after he graduated, he took courses in plumbing, electricity, and heating, ventilation, and air conditioning in order to be promoted to a maintenance technician. It was a year round job with sh*tty pay, but it put food on the table and he had to take whatever he could get. On the bright side, it was a step up from cleaning bathrooms and mopping floors. There was no escaping Valley, for a person like him.

He didn’t mind the work at all, but there were few words to describe how much he loathed the hotel. The people who visited were willing to spend a fortune on the amenities, but were generally unkempt behind closed doors. He could think of several occasions where he’d nearly slipped on a used c*ndom after being called to a guest room for maintenance, or how frequently the pipes would clog because people were determined to flush non-flushable items.

But still, he went to work everyday, and waited to go home. He did what he had to do and he hated every second of it. The only advantage of working at the resort was the employee ski pass that came along with it. He frequently spent his weekends navigating the slopes and had worked his way up to expert-level. Coasting down the side of a mountain was freeing. For those few hours, he could put aside the monotonous life that he lived and could focus on what was right in front of him.

On this particular day, he had a sinking feeling about heading into work. He just knew that something bad was going to happen - he could feel it in his chest. He debated calling out, but because he couldn’t afford to miss a day without pay, he had to go in, bad feeling or not. The feeling only got worse as he climbed out of his car and stared at the main building in front of him.

The interior of the resort was in desperate need of an upgrade; faded, worn-out gray carpet covered the floors of the lobby area, and old-school style wood paneling laced the walls. The guest rooms in the central building remained the least expensive as a result of this, and as part of the resort’s expansion process, dozens of stand-alone cabins were built on the property. Difficult to maintain, but guests were willing to pour money into spending a week in a luxury cabin with the same amenities as a hotel but with the added benefit of a home-y feel.

He walked in through the employee entrance, which happened to be situated right next to the lobby area but was only accessible from the outside. Down a long stretch of hall and then to the left sat the maintenance office. One of the perks of the job was that he didn’t have to wear coveralls like he did when he was a janitor; just dark-colored jeans, a company-provided shirt with the hotel’s name stitched onto the front, and work boots. He dropped his jacket in his locker, grabbed one of the work cell phones so that the front desk could reach if he was needed for a repair or other issue, and walked into the main office, where his boss, Andrew, was scrolling through his email.

“Hey, man,” he said.

The other man glanced back for a second before returning to his work. “Hey, Kristoff.”

“What’s on the agenda today?”

“Nothing crazy,” Andrew responded. “A couple of rooms complained of low water pressure, so we’ll have to check that out. It’s probably calcium buildup that’s clogging the showerheads, or a clog, or something. But aside from that, it seems like it’s going to be a pretty normal day.”

He heaved a sigh of relief. “Thank god.”

He didn’t mind working with Andrew; he was quiet and kept to himself, which Kristoff appreciated. It was easier to work with someone who didn’t waste half the day with gossip or other nonsense. Having a job was about getting work done, after all.

Andrew had a list of the rooms that had been experiencing the low water pressure from the front desk complaints, so when he finished answering his emails, they set off to figure out what exactly was happening and why it was happening. “I bet another pipe froze again.”

“This hotel is so old, do they even realize that the pipes probably have to be replaced?”

“They know, they just won’t listen,” Andrew said, shaking his head. “This is going to be a losing battle for the rest of eternity.”

Just as they made it to the first floor of guest rooms, a call came over on Andrew’s work phone. They stopped in the middle of the hallway so he could pick it up.

“Hello, this is Andrew from maintenance,” he answered, scrunching his face up in concentration. “They said the water smelled bad? Did they say if it was a weird color or anything?...okay, we’ll look into it. Thanks.”

“Another water complaint?” Kristoff asked, once Andrew had hung up the phone.

“Yeah, something weird is going on today.”

“Probably a frozen pipe, like you said.”

They knocked on the door of the first guest on their list, and a woman answered. “Are you the maintenance guys?”

“We are ma’am. The front desk told us that your water pressure is low, do you mind if we come in and take a look?”

The woman shook her head. “I didn’t say low water pressure. I said no water pressure - as in, there’s no water, at all.”

The two men exchanged a worried glance before Andrew spoke up again. “Do you mind if we have a look?”

The woman didn’t answer, but stepped out of the way so they could walk into the room. They went into the bathroom, and attempted to turn the faucets to no avail.

The woman was standing in the doorway, her arms crossed and an eyebrow raised. “Well?”

“We’re trying to figure out what’s going on, ma’am. We’re going to check in with a few more guests and the front desk will get back to you.”

“I’m taking my family skiing, and all I have to say is that the water better be working when I get back or someone will be getting an earful from me. I did not spend all of this money to wind up in a room with no water!”

They nodded in an attempt to placate her and as soon as they made it back into the hallway, she slammed the door in their faces.

“God, I hate this place,” Kristoff muttered.

“I don’t understand how people on vacation can be so f*cking miserable. Management will make sure they get a more expensive room on the house if there’s nothing we can do about it, so I don’t really see the point of throwing a fit.”

“I know. It’s kind of disgusting how entitled some of these people are. I understand the frustration, but don’t yell at the people who are trying to figure out what the problem is.” Kristoff shook his head. “Let’s go to the next one.”

The routine seemed to repeat itself; the rooms were occupied by extremely angry guests who were experiencing a myriad of plumbing issues - either little or no water pressure, foul smelling water, or rust-colored water.

“Something big is going on here. Bigger than just a frozen pipe,” Andrew deduced, after visiting several guests’ rooms and being called a few more times by the front desk. “I can’t figure out what it is though.”

“Do you think a pipe burst somewhere?” he suggested.

Andrew shrugged. “I can’t imagine where. There are guests in basically every area of this hotel and no one has called about a leaking ceiling. Unless it was something in the basement.”

“We should go check.”

The two men scrambled to the basement, but as cold and neglected as it was, there were no signs of water damage anywhere. Just a lot of dust and noise from the systems that were housed down there.

“I’m stumped,” Andrew admitted, throwing his hands in the air.

“It has to be somewhere in the building. None of the other buildings or lodges have complained about issues with their water, right?”

The other man skimmed the list in his hands. “Nope, just this one.”

“Are there any places that guests and employees normally wouldn’t go during the day? The lobby’s fine, the children’s center is fine...wait, what about the ballroom?” Kristoff snapped his fingers.

“Oh sh*t, we should check the ballroom,” Andrew agreed. “No one goes in there unless they’re having some kind of an event.”

“I bet that’s where we’re going to find our problem.”

They raced back up to the first floor and passed the front desk to the corner of the hotel that housed the ballroom. Andrew searched through his massive ring of keys before locating the one that unlocked the doors.

“Holy f*ck,” Kristoff gasped, his eyes widening at the site in front of him.

The entire room was destroyed. The ceilings had caved as a result of the massive amount of water that had pooled from the burst pipe. Nearly everything in the room had been destroyed from either the water damage or from the impact of the broken pieces of ceiling landing on it. The walls were moist, and there was a considerable amount of water remaining on the floor.

“How the hell did no one hear this?!” Andrew bellowed.

“This...is bad,” Kristoff said, shaking his head. “This is thousands of dollars worth of damage.”

“I need to get Bonnie on the phone,” Andrew said suddenly, walking away from the scene.

Kristoff continued to stare in the meantime; the room was significantly damaged. First and foremost, the pipes would have to be replaced - immediately. They were already going to be spending a large amount of money for the repairs, and they definitely couldn’t afford to lose the income that guests would bring in by occupying the rooms in that building. They’d have to drain the water that pooled on the floor, rip out the carpet and gut the walls, throw away all of the destroyed tables and chairs.

When Andrew came back a few minutes later, he was not happy. “Bonnie is on her way and she’s having a cow.”

“Can you blame her? This is a nightmare.”

“I need to see if I can get any of the other guys in today. They’re going to be p*ssed.”

“I’m here and I’m p*ssed,” Kristoff scoffed. “I knew I should’ve called out today.”

“Good thing you didn’t because I would’ve had to haul your a*s in anyway.”

“Yeah, right. Zach calls out once a week and no one ever does anything about it. The rest of us are forced to pick up his slack all the time - if I called out once, it wouldn’t hurt anyone.”

“Trust me, Zach isn’t going to be employed here for much longer.”

Bonnie finally arrived a moment later with a panicked look on her face and interrupted their conversation. “What the h*ll happened?”

“See for yourself, boss,” Andrew answered, motioning to the entrance to the ballroom.

Bonnie peered inside before staggering back and raising her hands to her face. “Oh my god.”

“The damage is severe, Bonnie. The repairs are going to be time-consuming, and you’ll have to postpone any events that they were planning on holding here,” Andrew spoke up. “Most importantly, the guests in this building have to be relocated until we can replace the pipes.”

Bonnie nodded, and for the first time that Kristoff had ever observed, she was totally speechless. In all his years of working around her, he’d never seen her so quiet.

“I’m working on getting my other guys in here,” Andrew continued. “This is not going to be an easy fix.”

“Alright,” she said, before pointing at Kristoff. “You go tell the front desk to start working on getting the guests out of this building and then come back here.”

“Yes, ma’am.”

He couldn’t help but roll his eyes once his back was turned; this was not his job. He wasn’t an errand boy. But because he wasn’t trying to lose his job, he begrudgingly followed her instructions. Once he arrived in the lobby, approached the first person he saw at the front desk, a brunette woman with thick black eyeliner who he recognized from high school.

“Hey, you need to -”

She raised a finger, but didn’t look in his direction. “Hold on, I’m helping my guest.”

“This is important.”

“Sir, you should get in line.”

He glanced over at the line - which was long, because it was checkout time, of course - before interrupting again. “I have orders from Bonnie -”

That seemed to catch her attention. “Let me get my manager out here.”

“Thanks.”

A few moments later, the manager appeared from a door behind the front desk. “How can I help you?”

“I work in maintenance,” Kristoff explained. “Bonnie needed me to tell you that guests can’t stay in this building for a couple of days. A pipe burst and there won’t be any water in most, if not all, of the rooms.”

The manager's eyes widened. “O-okay. What about the restrooms on this floor? Or the restaurants and the bakery?”

“We’re not sure what the situation is with those areas of the hotel.”

She nodded. “Okay, well keep me posted. There are a lot of places on this floor that require the use of water.”

“Has anyone called to complain from any of those places?”

“Not yet.”

“Well, we’ll keep our fingers crossed that they’re unaffected, but I’m sure Bonnie will be in touch soon.”

“Thank you.”

He gave her a slight nod before turning around and walking back towards the ballroom; for the first time that day, someone had actually been appreciative and not downright condescending about the situation. He was just glad that she didn’t rip him a new one like all of the guests had earlier.

“Good, you’re back,” Bonnie said once he finally made it back to the ballroom.

“Any updates?”

“I just made contact with the people in the event planning office,” Bonnie explained. “They’re coming down now. I need you to wait out here for them, so you could tell them about the damage. The annual ball is in three months and this was their venue.”

“I should probably start clearing stuff out of there,” he insisted, hoping to remind her that he was not her personal secretary or a professional bearer of bad news. “We can’t start gutting it out until the water is drained and all of the damaged furniture is removed.”

“You need to stay right here,” Bonnie said snidely, placing a hand on his shoulder before walking away.

“Is she serious?” he wondered aloud, his mouth agape. He really was her errand boy, wasn’t he?

“Hey man, Scott and Dan are both on their way in now,” Andrew said, approaching from inside the ballroom. “Liam and Eli are outside doing snow removal. I’m trying to get in touch with a couple of the other guys, but some of them have to be in for the overnight shift. Management has to take pictures of the damage for insurance reasons before we can touch anything, but we should be able to start getting rid of the furniture later today.”

“I have to wait here and break the bad news to the event planners,” he responded bitterly. “Because I’m not the maintenance guy today, I’m her errand boy.”

Andrew shook his head. “She’s really pushing her luck. She should be the one to tell them since we warned her that the pipes would need to be replaced a long time ago and she brushed it off.”

“You know, I had a gut feeling that today would suck. Wish that I could’ve been wrong.”

“Should’ve checked the calendar, man. It’s Friday the thirteenth.”

He scoffed. “I’m not superstitious.”

Andrew shrugged before taking a few steps backwards. “I’m just saying.”

As soon as Andrew’s back was turned, he rolled his eyes and crossed his arms. It was quite the coincidence that this had all gone down on a day historically known for the bad luck it brought. He reminded himself that he didn’t believe in that stuff; this was a real life situation that had only happened because of sheer negligence from Bonnie and the other people who ran the hotel. If they had just listened from the start and had replaced the pipes when Andrew recommended they should, they wouldn’t even be in this mess. He didn’t necessarily believe in curses either, but at this point, he was convinced he’d done something wrong in life that warranted this misery.

Until he spotted a gorgeous redhead he didn’t recognize being dragged in his direction by the half-a-head shorter lady he knew from around the hotel, and he was suddenly aware of a new sensation different from the misery and dread he was used to - a hopeful fluttering in the pit of his stomach.

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The last day, Lust! I’m a little sad but also relieved. I really didn’t think I’d make it lol! For the edited version, take your pick between FF or AO3. For the uncensored version, head over to Patreon or keep reading.

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Lust

“Each of us is born with a box of matches inside us but we can't strike them all by ourselves.”

-Laura Esquivel, Like Water for Chocolate

“What are you doing here?!!”

Naraku was lounging on my bed, smirking up at me when we returned. I was planning on sharing the bed with Inuyasha. It wasn’t like I had a second bed.

Inuyasha followed me in silently but when I turned to explain Naraku’s presence, he was gone. “Inuyasha?” A few steps back I found him, already settling on the couch. “I’m so sorry about this, I didn’t know he was going to be here…”

“Why wouldn’t he be? He’s your mate?”

A smile forced its way onto my face and I shook my head, “but he isn’t, is he? I’m not meant to be with him…”

“What’s the Mutt doing here?” Naraku had found us, raging with his tone at Inuyasha. But then he turned to me with his anger. “Why is he here?!”

“We’re correcting a mistake. You can go to Kagome’s now if you want….” Both men growled at that but I was only concerned with Inuyasha’s. “Don’t worry, I won’t let her do anything to you.”

“Kagome would never do anything to me anyway. Other than let me go.” Inuyasha said, his hurt clear.

Naraku laughed, “what did you do? Master wouldn’t have let you go so easily? You fucked up somehow didn’t you? Was it after you laid with her? Don’t deny it, I can smell her on you.”

Inuyasha was in Naraku’s face in a blink, moving at a speed my brain couldn’t comprehend and I backed up with my fear. They both ignored me and my whimper, too into one another at the moment to care that they were scaring me. “Say what you will about me, but watch what you say about Kagome.”

The sob I choked on got attention, both Naraku and Inuyasha looking at me with concern. But Naraku’s was somehow stronger than Inuyasha’s. “She still has a hold on you, doesn’t she?”

“Of course she does, she’s my Mate.”

Inuyasha was looking at me confused, his black brow raised liked it was when I first mentioned this, us, to him. The kiss didn’t work after all. The only thing that would work had to be sex. It made sense, what with him sleeping with Kagome. No way I was going to get him to sleep with me with Naraku here. It would have to wait, Inuyasha would have to suffer another night until I could get rid of Naraku and then fuck the spell out of him.

The thought brought a smile to my face, Inuyasha under me and thanking me for freeing him? Loving me? It was enough to put up with Naraku but only for a while longer. “How much longer are you going to stay here?”

Now Naraku looked confused, arching a brow just as Inuyasha had done. It made my heart skip for some reason. “Where else am I supposed to go?”

“I told you, you can go to Kagome’s…”

“Stop saying that. He doesn’t belong there!” Inuyasha raged.

“Oh, and you do?!” I countered.

Naraku grabbed my shoulder and held me hard. “Actually, he does.” He turned me to face him, glowering down at me. “What did you do?”

“She showed up and kissed me,” Inuyasha answered for me.

Naraku turned purple. “Why? To what end?” My eyes bounced from Naraku to Inuyasha and he laughed. “You really are an idiot!!”

My mouth flopped open and my phone rang. The fight I had towards Naraku twisted as I looked and found Kagome’s name on the screen. Racing, I got away from the two of them and sat on my bed, door closed, before I answered. “Yes?”

She breathed into the receiver heavily. Kagome was still crying. “Is he okay?”

“He is.”

“Kikyo… please don’t hurt him. He’s not like your other men…”

“I’m not going to hurt him, Kagome. He’s my Mate.”

She sucked in a breath so loud I could hear it over the phone. “Naraku’s your Mate.”

“No, he’s not. We got them mixed up, too caught up in them being there in the first place and took the wrong men. I was always supposed to be with Inuyasha and you Naraku.”

“It doesn’t… it doesn’t matter. I love Inuyasha…”

I huffed, “you sure have a funny way of showing it. Making him sleep with you with your control over him.”

“I didn’t do that. I made sure I didn’t say anything. Just like when he left I… I said nothing so I didn’t sway him with this… magic. But it was because I care about him and love him, Kikyo.”

My stomach was twisting and my heart was pounding. These were feelings I hated. I hated guilt. “Why are you telling me this? It doesn’t change what you did to my Mate.”

That’s right, I was the one slighted, not her. She was the one that took my Mate and used him. She changed him, made him hers without so much as asking me. The spell should have made me the one in control, then the men would be free to choose as they should. Inuyasha never would have been Kagome’s, he would have been with me like he was supposed to be.

“I just… I wanted you to know that. That nothing I did was out of malice or cruelty. I love Inuyasha and… I love you. You’re my friend and I want both of you to be happy.”

I felt it fall but quickly swiped it away, the tear that rolled down my cheek. “Kagome….”

“That’s all. And… I’m sorry but I’m going to need some space for a while. I want you to be happy but seeing you two together will… It will break me. Okay?”

They wouldn’t stop, no matter how many times I brushed them away, the tears wouldn’t stop. “I’m… I’m sorry, Kagome.”

I don’t know if she heard me, the line was dead when I checked. I never intended to hurt Kagome, I just wanted to do what was right. She would feel better later, Inuyasha wasn’t her soulmate. She just needed to be with Naraku. He would make her feel better.

Taking a moment more, I collected myself and hurried back to Inuyasha. He would make me feel better.

But I opened the door to find both him and Naraku on the other side of it. Inuyasha was caging the door while Naraku a short distance, leaning against the wall all closed off. Two men waiting for you is usually a turn on. However, neither were happy at all. Especially Inuyasha.

“What did you tell her?!” Inuyasha roared.

I glanced back at Naraku who did and said nothing while Inuyasha looked ready to tear me apart. I was on my own, as usual. So I took a deep breath and swallowed my fear. “I told her the truth. That you were only with her because she told you to be.”

Naraku laughed hollowly. “Dear God, you are an idiot.”

Inuyasha stood up straight but didn’t stop blocking my exit. “What the hell are you talking about?”

Naraku was still silent, leaving me to explain. He was the demon, the one brought here. Shouldn’t he know? Shouldn’t Inuyasha know exactly what I was talking about?! “Her control over you! Overall of you!! She says the word and you would all jump off a cliff!”

Inuyasha’s claws slapped into the doorframe, dangerously close to slapping into me, and growled. “Did you tell her that? Did you tell her she controlled us with her words?!”

“I… I didn’t…” I had to take another breath, Inuyasha scaring me senseless. Naraku finally stepped in, pulling Inuyasha back who only knocked off his hold harshly and paced away. “I didn’t tell her, she already knew what she was doing and still didn’t stop. I know you’re upset, that she took advantage of you but it’ll be alright! I’ll break her hold on you, I swear!”

I couldn’t tell if Inuyasha was pissed about losing his virginity by suggestion or if he was just still under Kagome’s spell, forcing him to be angry at me. But Naraku was placing himself between me and him. “Please forgive my Mate. She knows not what she’s doing.”

“I do know!!”

Naraku pushed me back and shut me up, glaring at me as well. Inuyasha wasn’t looking at either of us save to throw a growl every now and then. “She didn’t say anything when I left…”

“So she didn’t influence you! Kagome is a good person, I swear. She knew about her control so she said nothing. I don’t know why she still slept with you….”

Inuyasha turned, gunning for me for a second but Naraku blocked him. It turned Inuyasha from his path towards me and my heart slowed a little bit but still raced with fear. Maybe I shouldn’t say anything else?

“You could go to her? It’s not too late.” Naraku offered as if it was obvious.

Inuyasha perked at that, stopping with his ears straight up. They had been pinned to his head since he left Kagome’s, making them easier to forget. A shiver of disgust ran up my spine at the sight of them. But it didn’t last long, Inuyasha saying nothing more as he split out the window.

“Wait!!”

But he didn’t, ignoring me and jumping out the fifth-floor window. Naraku had me in his hold, keeping me from going out the door. I wanted to be free, to get out of his hold and chase after Inuyasha. When had Naraku ever given me what I wanted? Lifting me off my feet and slinging me over his shoulder.

“What are you doing? Put me down!!!”

“You’ve been a very bad mate.” He slapped my ass hard for emphasis. “I’m going to have to teach you a few things.”

He was heading for the bedroom so I kicked against him. “I don’t want to have sex with you!!”

“Yes you do, I can smell it on you already,” he took a deep whiff and I clenched my thighs together tight, “that makes no differences, you know, I can still smell you. Smell your want.”

“I want Inuyasha, not you!”

Setting me down, the bed was right behind me. “You want to satisfy your lust without falling in love. And you push me away because you love me and that frightens you more than death.” After the shock wore off, I shook my head, but he stopped that, cupping my cheeks hard and fast. “I know your past. Your father, your mother, both worthless. And undeserving of you. As were all the men you sought out to replace them.”

“Shut up. You don’t know me, you’ve known me less than a day!”

“I know you, I’ve seen you almost all your life. You are me. Like it or not, you love me and I love you. It’s a weakness but we will face it together.”

He shut off all other conversations with that, thrusting his tongue into my mouth and pushing us back to my bed. It didn’t seem to matter that I was furious with him, talking as though he knew me, letting Inuyasha getaway, continuously calling me his mate. His mouth on mine had my body filling with heat that I needed him to put out.

Naraku stripped me and I let him, writhing under him as he laid back on top of me. Holding himself over me, he ran a heavy hand down my front. I arched into his touch like a cat being petted. “You feel that? The thrust your body has for my touch?”

I did. And thrust was the perfect word as I felt parched for his hands.

Nodding, I watched as he leaned in, his face inches from mine. “Your lust for me is insatiable. Just as mine is for you. So you can go to another, but they won’t satisfy. It’s why you’ve been going through men. They never quenched your thirst like I do, your soulmate.”

His hand, that was on my belly, now brushed the wetness off my cheeks, smiling softly down at me. “But… Kagome made you come to me…”

“That’s not how it works.” Naraku again cut off the conversation and I wasn’t even mad, covering me with his body again.

We were exactly where we were supposed to be.

oOo

Miroku still wore his towel and nothing else. I had put on proper clothes and it had been a fight just to do that. Never had I had a more ridiculous argument than the one I just had over panties, yoga pants, and an oversized t-shirt. Miroku was still pouting about it, sitting on the arm of the couch and watching me pace.

“We have to do something.”

His arms over his chest, I struggled to contain myself. He would be a very nice distraction if I let him be. “There’s nothing we can do. This is between Kagome and Inuyasha.”

“Exactly! Kagome and Inuyasha. Not Kagome, Inuyasha, and Kikyo!”

Miroku scratched the back of his head as if embarrassed, “that will work out quickly enough, I promise.”

“What does that mean?” When he shrugged, I started to get angry. Well… angrier. “And what the hell is going on with all of you and Kagome? Does she control you??”

“Sort of.”

I stopped and stood before him. I wanted to tower over him but even sitting, he was just at my height. At least with my glower, I was a little intimidating and Miroku shrunk a little from me. “You’re going to explain it better than that. Right now.”

He teased everywhere but his mouth. “It’s not like… it’s hard to explain. Kagome is our Master. She brought us here at your insistence. But, we would have met at some point eventually. At least, I think that’s how it works. You’re my soulmate so if not this life then perhaps the next?”

I wanted more on that, but later. “Explain why you do whatever Kagome tells you to do?!”

He shook his head, “that’s not how it works. It’s not everything. It’s only…”

Kagome’s door opened and I sighed in agitation. I was glad she didn’t hear even as she set her phone down on the dining room table. “I called her.”

“Called who?” I bit back my irritation to wait for her answer, I really hoped I was wrong.

“Kagome.”

Now I let it all fly free, “Why the FUCK would you call her??!!”

Jesus. It was her ex all over again, calling and forgiving. Kagome didn’t have to tell me, I know she called and forgave Kikyo the bitch. But I wanted her to say it, admit her dumbass actions to my face.

“I had to, Sango. It’s not her fault…”

“How the hell do you figure??? She came here and kissed your soulmate moments after you slept with him?!!”

“It��s not as if she knew that.”

“You’re right but Inuyasha did!!”

She shrugged, “we both took advantage of him. But now he’s where he belongs.”

Miroku tried to stop me but I got to Kagome around him, grabbing her shoulders and forcing her to face me. “There is a thing as being too forgiving Kagome. Why are you giving up?! Why are you giving up Inuyasha so easily?!”

“He was never mine. He’s where he wants to be and… I want him to be happy.”

Miroku sighed now, “you’re a very considerate Master but Inuyasha is far from happy where he is now.”

Kagome shook a little in my hold. “I didn’t tell him to go or stay. It was all his choice and he made the one he wanted…”

Miroku scrubbed his face with his hand and sighed again. “That’s not how it works….”

“Yeah, you keep fucking saying that but not explaining!!” I yelled.

His eyes danced between the two of us and we were silent, waiting to hear the truth. Miroku took a deep breath to ready himself, “look, the best way I can explain it….”

Someone pounded on the door, nearly breaking it down. “JUDAS PRIEST! LET THE MAN FINISH!!!!”

But my shout was ignored, the front door bursting open before any of us could move to open it. Inuyasha looked winded, panting with his hair all a mess. Kagome was winded too, her breathing picking up. I could feel it as she expelled the cold puffs into my neck. I had her wrapped protectively in my hold again and Inuyasha didn’t try to take her from me at all. He just stood there, staring at Kagome.

Hands grabbed me, pulling me away and I fought against them only to have them go from gentle to forceful. “Come Sango. We should leave them be now.”

An arm around my waist, he lifted me off my feet and pulled me back. Only to lift me all the way into his arms, carrying me bridal style back to my room. “We can’t just leave her alone with him!!!”

“They want to be alone, trust me. You’re not going to want to see this.”

I struggled in his hold, worried for my friend. “What does that mean?? What’s he going to do to her?!”

Miroku kicked open my door and continued to keep me where he wanted me. “Same thing I’m going to do to you.”

“Could you stop thinking with your dick for a minute??”

He paused, looking over my body as he held it over my bed. “You should have worn different pants then.”

“Miroku this is serious…”

“He’s going to be gentle, I promise. I can’t say the same for you.” He dropped me, leaving me to bounce a few times and a hungry smile spread on his face. “That’s very nice. I like it.”

With his eyes where they were, I had to assume he meant my lack of bra as I bounced. I got up on my hands and he loosened his towel, letting it hang on his erect cock. My mind was struggling to focus, to remember my friend in need just outside my door. Especially when Miroku tossed his towel.

Something about the shape and size, I really wanted to feel it with my tongue. I could keep an ear open and focused on the living room. It wasn’t soundproof. If things got bad, I would rush out to Kagome. Miroku was right, they did need to talk. I hoped Kagome would give him hell. I was going to give Miroku hell for his caveman ways, carrying me in here like I was his property.

Had Miroku ever received a blow job? The way he flinched when I scooted to the edge of the bed told me ‘no’. And when I licked up the side of his shaft? His grip on my shoulders was almost painful but it didn’t stop me. The bumps along his shaft felt just as good against my tongue as they did against the walls of my pussy, lapping him along the thick vein. He twitched had when I kissed his tip, barely missing my nose.

Grabbing his hips, I held him still while I took him into my mouth. His hands left my shoulders and went into my hair, grabbing my head hard and trying to move it. I quickly moved them back to my shoulders. I wanted to give him a blow job but I wasn’t about to let him fuck my mouth.

He was a good boy, leaving his hands where I placed them so I went back to work. Miroku groaned loudly when I took him into my throat. He was the largest man I’d ever been with so it was hard to suck on his entire length.

With a hand around his shaft, I pumped him and sucked on his tip. That had him moaning louder.

Looking up at him, I could only see the bottom of his chin and jaw. I still watched as it worked, opening and widening with each stroke of my tongue across his slit. Then I grabbed his balls, rolling them around in my palm. That lasted a few seconds, Miroku pushing me back hard so that I fell on the bed.

“I was going to…”

He ripped my pants and panties down roughly before rolling me onto my belly and grabbing my hips hard. He thrusted in and pumped hard for several seconds, coming inside my womb instead of my mouth.

Still, I was getting agitated, his hard cock inside me, teasing, and while I was soaked from our combined juices. “I was going to finish you with my mouth.”

He was stroking my ass as if to calm me. “I know. But I would never dishonor my Mate like that. Not one so considerate and giving as you.”

“It’s not a big deal. Better than you coming inside me. Safer.”

What did a demon know of human conception? I had my period last week so I knew I was safe for now. But I needed to get the pill for sure now. Monday. I would get it Monday, my refill just sitting at the pharmacy since my last boyfriend left me.

Miroku leaned into my ear, rolling his hips slightly. “You need to get naked now.”

Turning my head, I pressed my cheek against his. “You need to help me.”

He wasn’t super gentle, ripping my shirt up over my head, but I didn’t care, giggling at his hasty actions. His libido was the worst, I was pretty sure I had created a monster.

oOo

Inuyasha’s eyes were burning me, burning in general as a red fire danced inside them. His ears were twitching back and forth, from flat to upright in a manner that was so adorable, it brought fresh tears to my eyes. “You shouldn’t be here.”

“You shouldn’t have let me leave.”

There was a casnim between us. A distance that was painful just to see. I could still feel him between my legs, a lingering sensation that I blamed on his large cock and tender fingers. And my guilt, having taken advantage of him even if unintentional.

“I want you to be happy. You deserve that.”

The distance shrunk a little, Inuyasha taking a step closer. “I was happy, blissful until you tossed me to your friend.”

“I didn’t toss you! You kissed her of your own free will! She’s the one you want…”

“You’re the only one I want! I fucking told you that! I told you I wanted you Kagome and then made love to you…”

“And then you came out here and kissed Kikyo!” I turned from him, unable to stand his burning cinders as they singed me. “I tried not to command anything from you, control you but clearly I did anyway. From the beginning I was controlling you, wasn’t I?” Glancing back, I found he hadn’t changed. If anything, he was only angrier but I had no fear, I would never fear Inuyasha. “Go home.”

“I am home.”

I would use my control, one last time, to get him where he belonged. “Go to Kikyo, Inuyasha.”

“No.”

Confused, I spun. Inuyasha was on top of me, heading in the opposite direction from the one I told him to move to. “I said leave!”

“The hell I will!”

He wrapped his arms around me, lifting me and taking us to the couch. He dropped to it, taking me with him to sit on his lap. Pushing and fighting his grip only caused me to rub against him, finding me split around him, a leg on either side of his hip.

He smirked up at me now, putting his hands on my ass. “You can’t even help yourself can you?”

I had to settle for my hands on his chest, keeping him from trying to kiss me. “I’m not doing anything! You’re not my Mate, your Kikyo’s! I don’t want to do anything with someone else’s!!!”

“Good thing I’m not hers then, I’m yours.”

A sob erupted from my chest and his smile faltered. “Is this because we already slept together?!”

Growling, his hands left my ass and pushed on my back, breaking the straight hold I had on my arms. I nearly fell face-first into his but he caught the back of my shirt to dangle me above his lips. “Made love. I made love to you. Don’t let the position fool you, it was my dog that wanted it that way. But I made love to you willingly. Because you are my Mate, no one else.”

“I said that to you at some point. I had to of. I made you believe it with my control that you were mine but I was wrong and I’m sorry. I didn’t know I could do that until this afternoon….”

He dropped my shirt and jumped the rest of the way to my mouth. And God help me, I kissed him back. It was wrong, I know, but soulmate or not I loved him. I felt it all the way to my toes, I loved him so much that my body reacted even with it wrong. My arms wrapped around his neck and my thighs widened, letting me slip down closer to him. I hadn’t changed, hadn’t even put on a pair of panties from before.

Too heartbroken.

But I regretted it now, my folds pressing to the tent in his pants, the sweatpants he wore not hiding any of his shape from me. A shape I felt like I already had memorized from just our one time together.

It didn’t make any of this right, breaking my mouth from his and trying to getaway. Inuyasha wasn’t allowing it, yanking any good hold I had on something to pull out of his hold away from me and pushing me down each time I rose. After a few futile moments of struggle, I glared back at him. “Let me go!”

Again, he refused me. “No.”

I wasn’t giving up, pushing on him again to get free and he actually laughed at my attempts. “Why aren’t you listening to me!!! I’m your Master and you always do as I say don’t you?!!”

The grin on his face would have melted my panties if I had any on. His nose twitched, sniffing lightly and I cursed the heat between my legs that he caused in me. With his arms knotted around my waist, I had not choice but to sit still on his lap. Especially with him ignoring my commands.

“I’m listening to you but the control of a Master doesn’t work like that. We only do as suggested when it’s in our best interest.” Words failed me. I didn’t understand any of this, shaking my head at him was the best I could do and he chuckled. “You told me to speak? And I did because you wanted me to be free. I didn’t knock the shit out of Naraku because it would’ve have fixed a damn thing. I got off that stage because I was being stupid. I called you Kagome because I wanted to more than anything. Never once did you ask me to want you but I would have if you said the word. Because it was in my best interest to want you, Kagome.”

“Was it in Naraku’s best interest to go back to Kikyo? To give up his freedom and return? I commanded him to do that too and he did. He even froze mid-stride when I commanded it.”

“Naraku is vain but he isn’t a dumbass… well not about everything. He knows Kikyo is his Mate just like I know you’re mine. It was in his best interest to calm the fuck down and go back to her. Where else would he go anyway?”

He did have a point, Naraku knew no one and had no one to turn to. And Miroku… if he wanted to keep Sango, soulmate or not, he needed to listen to her.

My thoughts on all the things I had commanded, unknowingly and not, scattered when Inuyasha pressed his lips to my neck. A sheltered moan released from my lips without my permission and I quickly bit my lip to keep anything else from popping out.

“You didn’t tell me to kiss you today.” He spoke against my skin, his lips pursing as he talked to kiss and nip the column of my neck. “You asked me what would make me feel better and kissing you did. And you said nothing about me coming to your bed tonight. All you’ve done is let your fear push us apart.”

His hands slid under my shirt and pressed to my back, slowly working their way up to my shoulders.

“I should have stripped you our first time.”

Inuyasha was murmuring against my neck now and I was losing control, working my hips against him. I didn’t want to think about what I was doing to his pants right now. “Inuyasha…”

“You don’t have to say a word,” his tongue flicked across my collarbone under my shirt, “if it will help you understand, say nothing. It won’t change a thing, I’m going to make love to you on this couch.”

At that, he pulled his arms up, taking my shirt off with it. Here I was, sitting on Inuyasha’s lap in our living room, naked. With my shirt off, he took his off and I was in a daze looking at his chiseled chest. Sure, I’d seen it before like when we first met. But with me naked and inches from him, feeling the heat of his skin on mine, it was completely different.

That, and I knew what he was like now as far as sex.

It was more than that. In a single day, I felt like I knew him. I felt like I always had. Was that part of the spell though?

Turning, Inuyasha laid me on the couch,keeping my legs spread with his hips. He kept his eyes on mine as he stripped off his pants. Inuyasha wasn’t kidding about sex on the couch.

“Wait… this isn’t right…”

He fell back to my hands as I put them out to stop him from falling completely on top of me. With his own hands next to my head, holding himself off of me and the couch, I was caged by thick arms that pulsed with muscles. It was enough to make me drool and I wasn’t just talking about from my mouth.

“I waited years for you, seeing you in my dreams, memorizing your voice and face. Why do you think I went straight for you last night? And now I’ve waited hours after having you to have you again. You’re mine, Kagome.”

The possessive show had my mouth hanging open. I was confused by what he said, dreaming of my face and voice? What did that mean?

It didn’t make sense but it did. Or maybe that was my desire talking, feeling a fevered need like never before.

But that wasn’t what I was talking about.

“The couch, Yash. I meant it wasn’t right for us to do this on the couch.”

Inuyasha let his head droop with a sigh, his silvery white locks ticing my ears. It made me wonder, glancing between us to peek. Yep, carpet matched the curtains, a white happy trail going all the way down and creating a glowing halo around his dick. This was the first time getting a look at it and it was bigger than I thought. No wonder I still felt ‘stretched’ two hours later.

“You bought this couch, didn’t you?”

I coughed, flustered at Inuyasha catching me looking but also at his unexplained knowledge. “Yes… but that’s not the point, someone could see us.”

“Miroku is going to be keeping Sango busy until dawn. Just like I am you.”

Slowly, he lowered himself until he caught my lips with his. My hands left his plump chest and cupped his face, holding him to me. He lowered the rest of the way, rubbing his shaft against my folds until he was pressed against my clit. I gasped into his mouth but he didn’t let me go, slipping his tongue inside and touching it to mine.

I felt his tip poke my entrance and waited for him to put himself in. He didn’t need guidance this time, sliding in with one fluid movement of his hips. My body had missed him, greeting him back without hesitation.

“Your pussy missed me.” He growled and I opened my eyes to look up at him. He was still holding himself above me, watching my every move. “And my cock missed you too.”

“Just your cock?” I teased.

Blood bloomed across his cheeks but he didn’t break away from our staring contest. “I missed you. Kagome. I waited forever for you and I never want to miss you again.”

“Then don’t kiss other women.”

His mouth was set in a firm line but he sat back, hooked my legs with his arms, and put his hands back next to my head on the couch. The result of which was my feet next to Inuyasha’s head, my ass off the couch with his hips resting on top.

“Don’t let me walk away again either.”

It didn’t matter that I was trying to do what was best, I had still hurt Inuyasha. It was clear on his face. But we were even, him hurting me by kissing Kikyo and me hurting him for making him think I didn’t want him.

This was us making up, Inuyasha lifting his hips only to slam them back into me. My entire body was on fire, feeling like I would explode from it any second now.

The loud pops our bodies made was almost deafening. Surely Miroku and Sango heard it and if they didn’t, the loud moans I couldn’t stop or soften were.

Suddenly, Inuyasha stopped and sat back again, holding my legs high and spread wide. When it was clear he wanted me to keep them there, and that I would, he took a hand off one leg and pressed his fingers into my clit. “This is what you like, isn’t it?”

A moan stuck in my throat so I nodded. He reared back his hips and slammed into me, holding a leg to keep me steady while he rolled my clit around in his fingers. I was coming. With each slap of his hips, I came a little bit more. My body waited, waited for his cock to hit my dam before releasing a little more ecstasy.

It was the longest orgasm of my life and it was only halfway done.

Inuyasha fell back to me and I grabbed onto him tight. Digging my nails into his shoulders, my entire body throbbed as he continued to thrust hard and deep. With his pelvis flush to mine, his body took over for his fingers, allowing him to hold me while I fell to pieces.

He was coming too, groaning in my ear as he struggled to keep pumping. I was almost done, almost through my orgasm. So I helped him, pressing up into him so he could stay as deep as possible.

I was a bag of pleasure filled bones when he stopped, just as limp as me. Pulling my fingers through his hair, I waited for him to rally and get up. Even though I really liked his weight on me.

My finger grazed his ear and I froze. “I’m sorry!”

He shook his head, kissing my neck and shoulder where his face was lodged. “No, don’t stop.”

So I didn’t, slowly rubbing up the fuzzy corner of his ear to the tip and going back down. It was so soft and warm, I loved them. “Will our kids have them?”

The sex was making me stupid, talking about things in the distant future if Inuyasha even wanted children. Or even wanted them with me.

He was staring at me now and it only made it worse, wishing I could turn invisible or melt. There was a shine to his eyes that made me feel a little bit better. It was accompanied by his smile. “What do you think?”

“What do I… think?”

“About our kids. What do you think?”

He was smirking and it gave me some courage. “I hope… I hope they have your ears. And your eyes.”

“I want them to be all you.” He nuzzled my nose as he spoke and my cheeks burned even more. “My Mate is beautiful and kind.” He paused to brush his lips against mine then spoke against my mouth. “I’m going to pup you up soon at this rate, Kagome.”

“I.. I should.. go on the pill.” He cocked his head to the side. “Birth control. It keeps you from having kids before you’re ready.”

He shrugged, “are we not ready?”

“We just met.”

“Did we?”

Inuyasha was already kissing me again, causing me to wiggle my hips from the intensity of it. With us already moving together, it seemed moot but I still caught enough breath to say “take me to bed, lover” when I got my mouth free.

That was why he lifted us off the couch and bounced me on him the whole way to my room.

#inuyasha fanfiction #inuyasha sins #sinfully human

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peculiarreality · 3 years

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A quick question to my fellow artists: if I were to start posting mature Nick/Ellis works, how should I censor them for tumblr? Should I just crop them and link the uncensored versions on a site like imgur as a private, mature image? Also, what counts as mature? Does suggestive content count or does it need to show everything to be counted as mature? And would mature content be something people would even be interested in? I'm also considering just posting my mature art to AO3, since I know that's something they allow over there.

I'm not entirely sure how to do this, I've never really posted mature content before. Any advice would be appreciated!

#Peculiar Asks

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the-blind-geisha · 4 years

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As You Wish, My Lady - Chapter 19

Pairings: Ignis Scientia x Reader

Rated: NSFW--edited here. You’ll have to read the uncensored version on my AO3.

I’ll be stopping the posting here though chapter 20 is already on AO3. I’m trying to get my writing mojo back, so excuse the silence. I’ve hit an emotional roadblock in terms of getting things done. X~X; I also prefer my AO3 just be my main hub in terms of getting things updated more frequently being a writer who writes on the adult side.

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The covers of the bed embraced you after your reluctant departed from Ignis. It was indeed late and while the fears from earlier would have crippled you into an early rest, you were compelled to use every second of every day far more wisely than worrying of what could very well happen. The moment Ignis attempted to tuck you into bed your fingers reached desperately for his suspenders to close the gap between you and kiss him eagerly.

Ignis’ sound of surprise was muffled by your lips crashing upon his. Repositioning himself, he wrapped his arm behind your back and brought you close as his elbows and soon his body found rest upon the open space about you on the mattress of the bed you both shared. He seemed to try and play it off as though it were merely you sating yourself on a taste of him before going to sleep as Ignis attempted to pull away shortly after indulging you. However, the moment his lips darted to depart from yours, you tugged in eagerness upon his suspenders before sliding your hands underneath them and shoving them down his shoulders and off to the side.

It was the equivalent of unfastening his belt or at least close enough to where he understood now what you were asking for without speaking a word. His green eyes looked you over as if curious doubt would restraint you. Your former advisor’s fingers graced under your eyes as he massaged outward to calm the fear he could still clearly see in you.

“Perhaps I should put my life in danger more often,” he joked lightly, planting a soft kiss between your eyes.

“Don’t you dare,” you whispered back, your lips brushing against his as you spoke before stealing another kiss. Fingers grabbed feverishly for the hem of his shirt, pulling it up and over his head to discard it off to the side. In return, you removed your own with the same swift act to let the warmth of his skin feel yours in return.

Ignis nuzzled against your cheek as his arms embraced you. It was a hug, a desire to feel you in his arms and to have a sense of calmness himself as he breathed steadily to perhaps take in the scent of you.

A smile tugged at the corners of your mouth as your arms found their rest upon his bare back in return. “I would ask you if this is your wish, but I don’t know many men who would willingly ask for the blade as punishment for sleeping with a woman they were asked to serve.” You spoke softly close to his ear prompting Ignis to turn to your words.

The once advisor of Altissia pulled a bit from your embrace, cupping your chin with the curve of his finger. “It was in a dire need to show you that I am not blind any longer. I know what awaits me, and even if my plan fails, I will accept my death so long as I know you’ll still love me and never hide behind a façade just to keep me alive.”

“Even if the image would haunt me, I would be there beside you till the very end,” you reminded him, tears streaming down your cheeks at the very thought of having to watch him be executed.

“Let us only think of such when the time comes,” Ignis reminded you as his lips left yours after a quick steal of their taste, venturing to your chin and then to your neck.

You closed your eyes, allowing the feel of his palm venturing up and down your right side to entice the glowing ember of want all the more. His fingers danced close to the rim of your pants before only his middle and index fingers on each hand started to create a teasing barrier between your skin and your clothing. Ignis moved his touch inward and with ease, he unbuttoned and unzipped your pants. He didn’t bother to pull the clothing downward but instead, he toyed with you a bit more as those same two fingers caressed the top of your underwear for a mere moment before listening to his own voices of need and ventured further onward past the fabric obstacle.

Back arched, you closed your eyes and breathed harshly inward as you felt the erotic pressure excite from that single touch. Toes curled, you did your best to keep yourself quiet as Ignitus was very much just next door to your room. There was one thing you knew you could do to prevent yourself from at least being too vocal even if it meant halting Ignis in his tracks.

Your hand reluctantly pressed against his chest to urge him to cease without words. He looked at you, puzzled and a bit concerned that he may have harmed you more than given sweet rise to the sensual melody he was hoping to concoct. “Given…all you’ve done, Ignis, I think it is best that the tables were turned?”

(CENSORED--BLAME TUMBLR’S BS TOS)

The reaction enticed the man you had taken as yours even against law, the warmth of his release filled you and brought a euphoric balmy sensation over you that made you relax after your body found rest. You brought Ignis close to your chest while the two of you tried to settle after the intimate connection.

Ignis was breathless, the warmth of his panting left a welcome trail on your chest as he lay there content to pick up the rapid beating of your heart. Given the position he was in standing at the side of the bed, he reluctantly had to withdrawal, allowing your body to relax with his spent erection gone from your tight entrance. He sweetly rubbed your stomach before escorting your legs over his arms so he could position you better on the bed before joining you himself after cutting the lights.

Moving closer to Ignis under the covers, you nuzzled against his chest where you could feel the ever faint beads of sweat, which had given rise during your sensual dance. Draping your hand over his body, Ignis turned and kissed the top of your head. Perhaps the moment was too intense and truly too real to speak many words that night, but being able to let go of the ‘what if future’ and just enjoy the here and now was like being freed from shackles after so many agonizing years.

It was hard to even find the proper words to express how liberating it was to just be free from all the emotions that had dragged you both underwater for so long.

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You both were aware having another child wasn’t something that would easily happen just over one night. Sad to say, with a son already under one roof you found it difficult to find the energy or the time to be sexual with your partner to even try. With Ignis’ birthday upon you both you had hoped as a gift you could give him something extra like the news you were pregnant but no such luck occurred. You even checked before hand just to be certain you weren’t just somehow missing the morning sickness.

With Ignitus’ studies soon at an end and Zack on his way out, you thanked the tutor as he took his leave before handing him his jacket and then turning back to the idea of dinner for Ignis. You were learning to cook on your own with his guidance when he was around. Seeing as he worked long hours as a teacher and then came home to still do his own list of homework grading papers and planning for the next day, you wanted to take at least dinner preparations off his shoulders.

“Do we give it to daddy when he comes home?” Ignitus asked eagerly. He was impatient for many weeks to spoil the surprise that you had already concocted in regards to Ignis’ birthday gift. Since the front door was near the kitchen, your son was fine to stay there and watch the door impatiently.

“No, no, honey—we have to wait till at least after dinner,” you reminded him as you set the table. Following Ignitus’ gaze, you noted him staring at the door still. “Iggy, daddy will be home soon, watching the door isn’t going to make it magically fly open.” Seeing him look (regardless) back to the front door, you grabbed his hands after wiping them on your apron. “Come on, sweetheart. Why don’t you have a taste of one of the dumplings mommy made? See if you like it.”

You had something on standby if Ignitus didn’t care for the tomalley-filled dumplings that were one of Ignis’ favorite dishes. He was young and still a bit of a picky eater but usually ate things (or at least tried them) if he saw his own father eating it. Cutting into one you offered the piece to Ignitus.

“What’s this?” He made a funny face at the crab filling having never seen it before.

“Tomalley, sweetheart. It’s fish.” You tried to make it simple, not wanting to tell him exactly what type of fish in worry it could discourage him from trying. “You’ve had fish before. Why not see if you like this. If you don’t like it, I have to get the fried chicken leftovers from last night for you to eat.”

Ignitus took a small bite, making an expression that was hard to tell how he felt. “Tastes funny.”

He could sometimes be such a picky eater but you knew that’s just a majority of children’s way as they tried to figure themselves out. Ignitus had seafood dishes before and seemed to enjoy it and now it seemed to be one of those days where he decided not to. “Do you want to eat it tonight or not, Iggy?” You both had grown accustomed to Iggy being a nickname for Ignitus when Ignis wasn’t around, only bothering to add the junior part if you felt the need.

He hummed at the thought but stopped quickly when he heard the car pulling into the driveway outside. “Daddy!” he called out, pushing the rest of the dumpling into his mouth to finish it off as he headed to the front door to try and open it.

“Ignitus, don’t run with food in your mouth,” you scolded as you followed behind him to greet Ignis at the door.

He could barely reach the doorknob but it mattered very little as Ignis soon opened the door from the other side. The tall man was careful in doing so when he heard his son chanting his name. Seeing Ignitus on the other side, your former advisor smiled as he pushed his shoulder bag out of his way so it wouldn’t swing down and hit his son when he bent down to pick him up.

Ignitus kissed his father on the cheek, hugging him right after. “Happy birthday, daddy!”

Ignis closed his eyes and smiled as he embraced him tightly in return, using his foot to nudge the door closed behind him as he entered the kitchen area. “Thank you, sweetheart.” He kissed Ignitus on the cheek as you came to his side to relieve him of his bag he kept on him that housed all of his paperwork. “How did your studies go?”

“I got to read a story to the teacher. He let me choose.”

“And which one did you choose?” Ignis asked though he took a small break from talking to his son to reach over and kiss you on the cheek and embrace you as well.

“Happy birthday, my love,” you whispered before Ignitus could start talking again.

“I picked the one with unicorns he brought.”

“Of course you did,” Ignis chuckled, putting Ignitus down as the day at work had made him weary. “Seems Zack is already well aware of your love of the creatures.”

Twisting your mouth to the side, you turned to look at the refrigerator to take note of all of the drawings Zack had let Ignitus do during the small recesses they had at the house. It was nearly covered by this point. “I would say if he’s not figured it out by now the man must be horribly blind.” You took Ignis’ hand and squeezed it tightly. “Are you going to prepare for dinner? It’s pretty much ready as is. I just need your approval on it.” You had to confess, given the quality of Ignis’ cooking you always worried yours was a bit inferior to his. In the beginning of learning, you felt dreadful for making him suffer a bit on your tests, but he had an iron stomach for sure even if he confessed you overcooked or seasoned something to where it was nearly unpalatable. At some points you were shocked you didn’t give him food poisoning.

“Of course. I just need to wash my hands, and I can do that easily in here,” said Ignis as he moved to the kitchen sink.

Turning back to your son, you asked, “Ignitus, did you want to eat the tomalley dumplings or did you want the fried chicken?” He swung from side to side, thinking about it. You’d think it were some sort of tough decision for him to make. “Baby, you don’t have to if you don’t want to.”

“Ignitus, why don’t you just try a small plate?” Ignis chimed in from about the kitchen bar area where he was washing his hands. “If you don’t prefer it, we can switch to the chicken.”

You knew Ignis well enough. He cared little for Ignitus’ obsession over fried foods and was doing everything in his power to get the boy to eat healthier. However, he also knew when to not force the idea and always tried to find middle grounds with his son so that Ignitus could have something healthy on top of something unhealthy if need be.

It was enough to get a nod from Ignitus at least and with all of that settled, you prepared everybody’s dish before joining them at the table.

With a tense stature, you watched as Ignis took a bite of the dish that was one of his favorites. Rolling your teeth over your lower lip, you noted he didn’t flinch in a negative way but more in a means of approval. It was a shocked reaction you were relieved to see. “Good, is it?” you asked, hopeful.

“Very, my love. You did a wonderful job,” Ignis insisted, reaching over to hold your hand tightly.

Ignitus took over a majority of the conversation at the table. Since he was homeschooled he couldn’t understand why his father had to leave for many hours during the day. The idea that gil didn’t grow on trees and was something that had to be worked for was still a foreign concept to one so young. Regardless, you let the two catch up through the hours while waiting for a nice moment to give Ignis his card and gift.

As he was aiding you in cleaning up the kitchen, Ignis paused when he heard his phone ringing. He manned it closely given the fact it was his birthday. Already he had gotten his birthday text from Aranea so he was waiting on his parent’s to call or text next. Sure enough, it seemed Ignis’ father was the first one to do so from what you briefly caught on the phone’s screen.

“Hello, father,” Ignis answered. You both had finished cleaning up the kitchen and started to head to the living room hand-in-hand. Finding a comfortable spot on the sofa, Ignis beckoned Ignitus nearby as the boy had been antsy and eager all day. He wanted to do his best to keep his son still.

“Happy birthday, son!” You could just hear the conversation over the phone as Aurdis had a tendency to be quite loud. “How are things? Get any special news?”

Hearing that last bit you couldn’t help but cock a curious brow at it. You weren’t sure if it were just Ignis’ parents being persistent or Ignis had told them that you were both trying to have a second child. Either way, it made you curious. “What’s he on about?”

Ignis raised his hand gently to your words, trying to focus on his father’s. “Father, you know that it’s a bit difficult to try for a second. We’ve not found the time as of late.”

“Do you need privacy?” Aurdis probed causing Ignis to blush and bury his face in his hand. “You know your mother and I would be happy to have Ignitus over here for an extended time. That way it can give you both all the time you need.”

“Within reason,” Ignis sighed as he couldn’t ignore his job.

“Well, find time off and try if it’s what you want. You know your mother and I are more than happy to steal our grandson away for a bit if you need us to.”

You scratched the side of your head, rolling your eyes with a nasally sigh of playfulness.

Ignis could only express his apology in the matter by embracing you with his free arm. “Yes, yes. I will do so. Let me speak with mother real quick. I cannot be on the phone for long as I unfortunately have work to do shortly after my gift exchange here.”

Stealing a quick kiss on his cheek, you excused yourself to get the gift you had set up for him and had delivered to the house while he was at work. Walking into the bedroom, you grabbed up the bouquet of sylleblossom flowers. Maybe it wasn’t much but if in his language he was trying to tell you secretly that he loved you dearly and you didn’t comply or understand all those years, you felt the least you could do was return the gesture.

Just as Ignis was hanging up the phone after ending the talk with his mother moments later, he turned to you in the opening of the dimly lit hallway to notice the flowers you were holding. He blinked in surprise, standing to his feet with Ignitus tugging on the jacket his father wore. Taking his son’s hand, he walked over to meet you halfway at the very least.

“I know it’s not much and maybe you’re expecting something else but…” You paused, smiling back at the conversation you had with Ignis’ mother. “…Your mother, she was very insightful in regards to why you gave me flowers on my birthday starting a few years back. I know I can openly tell you that I love you and want you to be mine, but I figured why not go a bit more of a traditional route where you can remember it every day or at least till these poor things wilt, I guess.”

Ignis laughed, shaking his head. “I won’t let that happen. I will tend to them for as long as I am able. As for my mother’s words…it seems even she knows me a bit better than myself at times.” He closed his eyes, thinking back on those years. “I wanted to give you something that meant the world to me—something you would care for and nourish. Every time you did it gave me hope that you thought highly of me and didn’t just discard it as though it were useless even when I thought you furious with me.”

“I can easily say I did my best,” you reminded him with a crooked smile. Sad to say, flowers didn’t seem to last that long under your care but you tried.

“Here, here!” Ignitus chanted, pulling on his father’s hand as he tried to move the birthday card into Ignis’ grasp.

“A birthday card for me?” Ignis asked, kneeling down to accept it from his son. It was a blank card with a decorative cover that was of sylleblossom petals and the castle of Tenebrae in the background. You figured getting a blank one filled with your thoughts would have more meaning than one printed with someone else’s. “To the father of my child and the love of my life, thank you for always being the light to chase away my doubting dark and give me a reason to continue onward every day. From now till forever, no matter the ending, my heart is bound to you.” Ignis struggled to read the last few lines as it meant the world to hear them after so long even if from his own mouth in regards to something you wrote. The bottom lines underneath your own words were a simple love you, daddy from Ignitus written by himself to which he did read aloud and smiled just the same if not brighter. “About that,” he whispered, kissing his son’s cheek and hugging him tightly as thanks for the card as well. Ignis put the flowers down on the nearby coffee table before taking your hands into his own. “I know it is my birthday, my Lady, but I have a question for you.”

You were confused, tilting your head to the side as you hadn’t even put together the stance he was in—merely seeing it as a means for him to reach and hug his son.

“Lady Y/N, I look to you now as I have always: someone I admire, cherish, and love…someone I wish to do more than serve beside but to rule beside should that morning ever come.” Ignis began to dig around in his coat pocket to pull out something that fit in the palm of his hand. “Now, I…cannot take credit for this gift, for it is one bestowed upon me when Prince Anduin left us last. With his blessings he told me that he did not deserve your heart nor did he hold the right to give you this, so he asked me to or he would have a reason to come after me again.” Ignis fixed his fingers about the tiny object, revealing it to be a beautiful engagement ring that looped about the binding before the decorative, flower like design centered on the blossomed diamond. “Lady Y/N L/N, will you do me the honor and keep that promise of which you asked before and become my wife—become Lady Y/N Scientia?”

Tears welled up in your eyes at his proposal as you shook your head at his words. “You romantic fool, I told you before that I would gladly take you as mine and you know you need not ask again,” you insisted as he slid the ring onto your ring finger. Pulling him to his feet shortly after, you urged him into a tight embrace where you cried lovingly upon his chest. “Even if Eos will never see you as mine, I will take your last name with me till the end of time. I will not let even the gods rid me of that joy—ever.”

#ignis scientia #ignis stupeo scientia #ignis scientia x reader #reader fanfic #fanfic #ffxv fanfic #ffxvfanfic #ff15 #final fantasy xv fanfic #ffxv #final fantasy xv #romance #intimate #drama #love

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olderthannetfic · 4 years

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Back to the Internet Stone Age

i-fought-space replied to your post

“Hey, I saw your post about original work on ao3 and in it you...”

I get that participation in a fandom should ideally be free, but at this point I might just buy some web hosting. I throw money in some direction of my fandoms regardless, might as well let people get safe access to the occasional wang I draw. *sigh*

Yeah, that’s the route a lot of people ultimately take. It’s the only really reliable one for vidders especially, given how fucktastically large all our files are these days. (Only 720p? Gasp! Injustice!)

I think our biggest problem is that we’ve gotten used to unlimited free posting of stuff that takes up a lot of space... except this unlimitedness is supported by venture capital and venture capital-driven sites inevitably go through The Tumblr Cycle™:

Lure people in

Try to monetize

Definitely do NOT profit because you forgot to have an actual viable business plan, you idiot underpants gnomes!

Step 2 always involves trying to “sanitize” a site and/or completely change its culture. Boners and female gaze stuff are always the first to go.

Going back to paying for our damn hosting is probably the easiest way to avoid the VC issue. Though even paid hosting often has dumb policies about dicks.

Self hosting + AO3 embed or self hosting + ‘click here for the uncensored version’ tumblr post may be about as good as it gets right now. IDK.

#i-fought-space #fandom meta

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jarielhaven · 4 years

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Hey guys, I’ve decided to accept Submissions!

Due to the multiple Jariel-related tags on this site remaining barren, I’ve figured the best way to fill up this blog with that sweet, sweet shipping content is to allow you guys to participate by sending in your own stuff!

Please read the guidelines below of what a submission-worthy post entails.

1.Must be Jariel/Jimriel/Jim x Ariel, etc, related.

The most obvious of rules is if you are to send a submission to a Jariel blog some from of “Jariel” would have to be in it. Though I’m inclined to accept some posts that pay tribute to either character individually (For example, fanart of Jim or gifsets of Ariel, etc).

Other ships may be featured alongside, but some form of Jim Hawkins X Ariel element must play a role. (Although, if Jariel is just briefly featured among the overall content I might allow it but it would depend on the context.) Also remember this is not a JiMel, Arieric, or any other Jim X or Ariel X related blog. This is Jim X Ariel, so obviously don’t send posts that focus on some other Jim Hawkins or Ariel ship. (Although, this doesn’t mean I discount love-triangle or even polyamory-type content. Just please let it be clear that Jariel is a ship in your post)

Lastly, context matters! If I’m submitted a post that is not abundantly clear that it is Jariel-related and is not provided with some kind of text or description that insures it is so, I will assume it doesn’t qualify and it will not be accepted.

2. No-Anti Jariel, or any other Anti-ship related content allowed.

We like Jariel here. Please don’t send posts that blatantly attack or even go against Jim Hawkins X Ariel shipping. Obviously, this blog is dedicated to appreciating this ship, so any post that supports the opposite is counter-intuitive. Unless it is or includes a civil rant or essay that supports Jariel, any Anti-Jariel related posts will not be accepted.

On a side note, I am very strict about any posts that supports shipper-hate of any kind, even if it is in support of Jariel. We all have different opinions, ya’ll. We don’t need to pick a fight with differing ships or shippers to show love for ours. Again, I‘m inclined to accept any rant or essay that supports Jariel over any other ship if discussion remains civil and respectful. But if your post mentions any kind of blatant attacks or accusations such as, “If you ship Jim X _____ you’re a racist!” or “Anyone who ships Ariel X _____ supports abuse!”, etc. , etc.; Sorry bub, I won’t tolerate that.

P.S. I realize that this fandom in particular generally doesn’t have a problem with badgering others about ships, so I don’t expect this to really be an issue that will occur too often nor am I accusing anyone of acting this way. I only mention this because allowing others to enjoy things if they are truly not hurting anyone else, is something I feel strongly about. This is an attitude I intend to maintain on this blog and I am simply making that abundantly clear.

3. Nsfw/Nsfw-ish or Lemon/Lemon-ish content must follow Tumblr’s guidelines, as well as said content should preferably remain censored in some way.

I will allow NSFW or Lemon content to be on this blog, but of course I am bound by what only Tumblr’s rules of service allow. If you send a Nsfw post, I’ll assume you already know what that entails. If your post is removed from the blog it is probably because I’ve discovered it has broken said guidelines, and I’d rather the Tumblr mafia not come after me. (I don’t make nsfw posts so I don’t know how this works, but I will take no chances)

Additionally, I would appreciate it if any Nsfw/Nsfw-ish or Lemon/lemon-ish content be labeled/tagged as so, given warnings, and/or be partially concealed in some way(For example, a fanfic with a “keep reading” button or link to Ao3; or a fanart with a censored version that provides a link to full, uncensored image; etc). Though I will allow nsfw content on this blog, I would still like it to be easily accessed and safe for anyone not interested in said content and easy to simply ignore.

4. All posts where the op is not the owner/creator of the content it contains must provide full credit to the original creator.

Not much more to be said here. I wouldn’t recommend creating a post of content that isn’t your own, but if you do I at least would like you to make sure the one responsible is given the credit they deserve. If I come to find out that a post’s op is not their own work and fail to give proper credit to the original creator, said post will be removed.

And that’s it! Four painlessly, simple rules! I will accept a variety of content for you to submit, from writing, to fanart, to gifsets, to manips, etc. Just please take a look at my guidelines before you do so, just to make sure you’re in the a-okay!

If you have made a submission that has not made it onto the blog and you feel that you have followed all the guidelines, please send me a message so we can discuss the matter. Your post might have gotten eaten in Tumblr’s algorithm, or I might have decided your post just simply didn’t qualify and I would be happy to explain and/or discuss my reasoning with you.

Finally, any post that has been denied or removed is not set in stone to be gone forever. If you resubmit your post with an edited version that follows my guidelines, I will deem it to be acceptable, and your new post will remain on the blog.

Thank you, and Happy Shipping!

~Admin maddieham ; aka jarielhaven

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sarahw-writing · 5 years

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“All Of Me”

Well, here's a little something for you guys!

My final chapter of "Yellow Roses" is getting much longer and emotional than I had anticipated, so I decided to take a little break from it and write something a bit naughtier than usual. I won't lie, there isn't much of a plot going on in this one, but my serious Vegebul addiction means that, quite often, a hot song will give me inspiration for one of my stories, so I just couldn't help myself!

I hope you enjoy this one...

Summary:

In the days following his triumphant return from the "Tournament of Power", Vegeta eagerly accepts his wife's mysterious invitation to join her for an adventurous night in the City, a secret night of mindless pleasure with just one very wicked end in sight.

An extremely raunchy one-shot heavily inspired by the song "Partition", by Beyoncé Knowles.

This is a very naughty prompt, so you can read the uncensored version on AO3.

Or you can keep reading under the break:

Take all of me

I just wanna be the girl you like, girl you like

The kinda girl you like

Is right here with me

[Beyoncé; ‘Partition’]

He stands furtively in the dark hallway, ready to go in a pair of black jeans and an equally black shirt, smooth silk enveloping his every muscle as he hungrily feasts on the erotic spectacle unfolding before his ravenous eyes.

There she is, his wife, leaning shamelessly on the marbled counter of their luxurious bathroom while admiring her own sublime beauty in front of the grand mirror, door wide open, putting on a show just for him, knowing how to push his every button, how to make him weak with desire with nothing but the swing of a hip or a lascivious look shot through her own reflection.

Vegeta doesn’t even know anymore just how many years they’ve spent together, all he knows is that he can’t recall a life where she wasn’t in it, a word he hasn’t heard spilled from her lips, or a curve of that glorious body that hasn’t been tainted by his filthy touch.

And yet, though it’s been so long ever since his Bulma made herself a home underneath the coldness of his skin, she still moves and inspires him like the very first time, pulling at the frozen strings of his once hardened heart with a unique savviness that only she possesses.

He should have grown used to this by now, to her impish games and innate playfulness, he should be strong enough to at least try to resist her wicked charms, that magical something that’s kept his soul soundly chained to hers through it all. But the more he takes, the more he needs, and tonight, as he walks leisurely in her direction, with the lazy steps of a large predator, he knows what he always knew, that he belongs to this woman just as much as she belongs to him, and there’s no escape, for they can each read the other’s intricate mind as if it were their own.

His body chases after his chosen prey, offering one last move of stubborn resistance when he forces himself to stop a mere few steps behind her, resting coolly on the doorframe, deprived arms crossed tensely in front of his chest, ravishing every inch of naked skin while his woman finishes her feminine ritual, dolling herself up before she’ll steal him for herself, having promised him one of those unforgettable nights that she treats him with, every now and then.

Onyx pupils dilate as they follow the sinuous path traced by her expensive lip brush, red wine rouge spreading all over her parted mouth with the precision of a supreme artist.

He’s never cared much for such frivolous ornaments, relishing her beauty instead in each and every conceivable way, from her makeup free mornings of tousled hair and sneaky cuddles in their lavish bed, to the proud exhaustion beaming in her face after one of her long nights of punishing work, when he drags her by force away from her laboratory, with her small hands covered in thick grease as she barely subsists on watery black coffee.

But, on a night like this, he can’t help but admire her from afar, awed by her womanly gift to embellish herself with such meticulous skill. At times, she makes him wonder if she truly is the Goddess of Beauty in flesh, and he takes great pleasure in likening her luxurious maquillage to the war paint of a wild Amazon, a dangerous warrior anticipating her next kill, using her flawless body, the most lethal weapon of them all, as bait for the poor, defenseless man who’ll ever dare to cross her way.

She presses her lips together, pursing them for the briefest moment as she admires the work of art looking right back at her, a faint hum vibrating in her throat, following the sounds of soft jazz drifting in the air, the sensual melody merging to perfection with the way her upper lip curls with smug cheekiness, the sensual grin of a woman who knows herself to be, not only watched, but worshiped senselessly.

“Ready?” Bulma purrs sinfully, her question brimming with a million promises, and a pair of hypnotizing blue eyes lingering openly on him, gleaming with seductive approval as she examines him from head to toe through the image in the misty glass.

His woman is looking good and she knows it, so damn good he can’t think of any other trickery that she might conceive to improve herself even further. Still, even if everything in her is screaming her eagerness to get the night going, she chooses to rebel just a little longer, standing insolently in front of the golden mirror, open hands splayed on the polished stone as she keeps leaning invitingly, the bridge of one heeled foot gliding naughtily across her naked leg, putting herself on display for his starved eyes only.

[Due to Tumblr’s new limitations in text length, I can’t post the full text here, please click here to read the rest of this story!]

I regret nothing.

Happy (very late and naughty) Valentine's Day!

And thank you for reading, as always!

#vegebul #vegeta #bulma #dbz #fanfiction #writing #songfic #all of me #beyonce #partition #one-shot #sarahw-writing #sarahw-world #HAPPY (LATE) VALENTINE'S DAY!!!

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psychosistr · 5 years

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Interesting- Jotakak SerialKiller!AU Chapter 4

Summary: Kakyoin shows Jotaro a side of himself that few people ever expect. In return, he sees a side of his boyfriend that he never would have expected...

Warning: There is some mild violence against a background character in this chapter. Also, mild warning for language and some referenced lemon-action that isn’t posted in this version.

Edit: Here’s the uncensored version on AO3

Everything finally came to a head one day at school. Kakyoin had been sent out to retrieve some worksheets the teacher forgot in his office that he would need for his next class. Jotaro had volunteered to go with him, but the teacher told him to sit down and stop trying to get out of class since Kakyoin could certainly handle a stack of papers on his own. Kakyoin wouldn’t have minded the company, though- having Jotaro around was still fun and far more interesting than being alone or dealing with any of his classmates, even with his change in behavior.

Kakyoin retrieved the worksheets easily enough and began making his way back to class. A few problems arose, however, in the form of six male students skipping class and smoking in the stair well. They had the style of typical Japanese high school delinquents with scars and badly cut and/or dyed hair, but Kakyoin wasn’t impressed or intimidated by boys like them.

Kakyoin attempted to slip through an opening between them to get up the stairs. “Pardon me.” One of the boys who had been leaning with his back against the wall decided to stick his leg out and block Kakyoin’s path by planting it firmly against the railing in front of him. Kakyoin looked at him, feeling bored and irritated by such a childish attempt at intimidation. “Did you need something?”

The boy in question smirked and lowered his leg, moving to stand directly in Kakyoin’s path and block his way up the stairs with his full body. “Yeah.” He leaned into Kakyoin’s personal space, far too close for Kakyoin’s comfort. “Those sunglasses. They seem pretty cool. Hand ‘em over.”

Kakyoin sighed, feeling even more irritated and leaning back slightly to avoid smelling the cheap tobacco of whatever brand of cigarette the boy had been smoking. “Sorry, but they’re prescription. Even if I did give them to you, it would just make you dizzy and cause you to stumble around like even more of a fool than you already are. Now, kindly get out of my way- my teacher is waiting for me to return with these papers.”

The boy’s eyebrow twitched as his face turned into an angry snarl. “The hell’d you just say to me?”

Kakyoin rolled his eyes under his sunglasses, scowling at the idiot blocking his path. “I said you would look more foolish with these sunglasses and to ‘kindly get out of my way’. Or, in terms you would understand- ‘get the hell out of my way before I make you cry like a bitch in front of your friends’. Are we clear?”

The boy looked positively furious as he grabbed the front of Kakyoin’s shirt tightly in his fist. “Oho, you think you’re a tough guy, huh?!”

One of the boy’s friends glanced around. “Dude, you should be careful- that’s the guy that’s always hangin’ around Kujo from class 2B!”

He looked over Kakyoin’s shoulder at his friend. “Why the fuck should I be worried about that prick?! You think I’m afraid of him?! I could kick his fuckin’ gaijin ass and slap this bitch in front of hi-!” He never got a chance to finish his sentence, as Kakyoin’s unoccupied hand had curled into a fist and slammed into his nose, effectively silencing him and forcing him to stumble back to fall on the stairs and release Kakyoin’s shirt. “?!!”

The other guys got up from their various relaxed positions and looked at their friend’s bloody face. “Asahi-kun?!”

Kakyoin ignored them and set the papers down on a higher up step so that they were out of the way. After the stack of worksheets was out of harm’s way, he cracked his knuckles and glared down at the punk lying beneath him. He was positively livid.

“You could have just let me walk by. That would have been the end of it.” He grabbed the boy by the front of his shirt, parodying what had been done to him earlier. “But, I’m afraid you’ve made three poor choices just now. Shall we go over them?” He placed his free hand over the boy’s already damaged nose and gripped it firmly. “Mistake number one: You grabbed me without my permission.” He used his grip on the boy’s nose to further snap it out of shape, utilizing the break in the cartilage he’d made earlier.

The boy let out a loud yelp of pain. “GYAAAAHH!”

Kakyoin shifted his weight onto one foot while raising the other over the boy’s foot, which was positioned over a gap in the stairs. “Mistake number two: You called me a bitch, and I am NO ONE’S bitch.” He stomped down with a chilling crunch, breaking the boy’s ankle and making his foot twist around to face the wrong way.

The boy screamed that time, the sound echoing off of the walls. “AAAAAAAAAAAAH!!!!!”

“Asahi-kun!” One of his friends yelled and made a move to grab Kakyoin. “Get the fuck off of him, you bast-!” He stopped and froze when Kakyoin’s free hand produced a green-handled butterfly flick blade and easily snapped it open. Without a word, Kakyoin stabbed the closest boy in the leg as a warning to the others to stay away, the boys scrambling to catch their injured friend before he fell down the stairs and broke anything. “!!!”

Kakyoin smirked and looked back down at his main target, looming over the bleeding and crying boy beneath him. “Your third mistake, however, was the worst one of all..if not for that one, I may have let you off with a warning..” He brought the knife down to press against the boy’s cheek, the blade perfectly sharp and already causing a bead of blood to slip out of a shallow cut. “Do you know what that mistake was?” He could hear the sound of footsteps in the distance, probably onlookers drawn by the scream earlier.

The boy tried to shake his head, but he whimpered when the action made the knife cut him again. “P-Please, just-just let me go!”

Kakyoin ignored him and positioned the knife where he wanted it to start cutting properly. “Mistake number three…” He started pressing the knife in through the pliant flesh of the punk’s cheek, his voice low and dangerous. “You insulted my BOYFRIEND. That was a very STUPID thing to do. I think the responsible thing to do here would be to let everyone know what an idiot you are, don’t you agree?”

The screaming and begging from the boy was music to Kakyoin’s ears as he began carving into his face. He released the boy’s shirt to instead grip his head, holding it firmly in place so the lines would come out straight. By the time he was finished, the boy’s tears were mixing beautifully with the blood and making him scream louder from the fresh pain of the salty tears getting into his open wounds.

Kakyoin eventually released him to look over his handiwork, pleased with how it turned out. The message was simple and straightforward, the characters for “baka” (meaning idiot/fool) were outlined with a crooked heart that cut partially into his lower eyelid and the corner of his mouth. All that was left was to sign it-

“Nori..?” He heard the deep voice of his boyfriend above him and looked up. He spotted Jotaro half a flight up the stairs, looking down at him with the widest eyes Kakyoin had ever seen on his face. He looked shocked, but not horrified at all.

Kakyoin smiled up at him sweetly, waving with the hand holding the bloody knife casually. “Ah, hey, Jojo. I’ll be with you in just a moment- I’m almost done.” He leaned down to the boy with a terrifying, sadistic smirk. “Looks like you got lucky- I’d rather go spend time with my boyfriend than finish dealing with you. Just one more thing before I go, though.” He pressed the blade to the boy’s throat, feeling the quivering of his adam’s apple under the blade as it drew a thin line across his throat in warning. “If you or your little friends ever start anything with me again, say anything negative about my boyfriend, or if anyone else finds out about what happened today..my face will be the last thing that ANY of you will get to see in this world. Are we clear?” When the boy only whimpered in response, Kakyoin pressed the knife in a bit deeper. “ARE WE CLEAR?” He asked more firmly.

“Yes! Yes, we are! Yes!” The boy answered frantically, sobbing out loud.

“Good.” Kakyoin smiled and stood up straight. He grabbed the boy’s sleeve and used it to wipe the blood off of his knife before pocketing it again and going to retrieve the stack of papers from earlier. He walked up the stairs to where Jotaro was waiting for him and gave him that same sweet smile from earlier. “I think I’ll leave these outside of the classroom so we can go talk. Sound good?”

“…Mh…” Was the grunted answer he received as the two made their way up to the classroom.

After leaving the papers outside of the door and knocking to let the teacher know they were there, Kakyoin followed Jotaro to an empty classroom on the far side of the building. Once they were both inside, Jotaro shut and locked the door before finally turning to look at Kakyoin.

“What was that about?” Jotaro asked as he watched Kakyoin sit casually on top of the teacher’s desk.

“Oh, nothing to worry about. We simply had a disagreement and I resolved it.” Kakyoin said while leaning his weight back onto his hands.

“Uh huh.” Jotaro walked up to him, looking down at Kakyoin with an unreadably neutral expression. “And did this ‘disagreement’ involve me?”

Kakyoin tilted his head to the side, bringing a finger to his chin in a mock-thoughtful gesture. “Weeeell..not originally, no..but your name did come up in an unflattering way. It’s fine, though. Like I said- I resolved it.”

“With a knife?” Jotaro questioned.

“It was effective.” Kakyoin said while shrugging, looking up at his boyfriend. “Does that bother you?”

“Yeah…but not like that…” He replied.

Kakyoin was confused about what Jotaro meant by that until he suddenly found himself being pressed back into the desk with 195 centimeters of height and 82 kilograms of pure muscle on top of him while familiar lips firmly pressed against his own.

Kakyoin was a bit surprised, to say the least. Even with Jotaro’s shift in behavior lately, the most they’d ever done at school were light kisses when no one was around and walking with Jotaro’s arm around him. Now, though, they were full on making-out on a teacher’s desk with Jotaro’s tongue already finding its way into his mouth. It was a welcome change of pace, though, and Kakyoin soon found himself enjoying the deep, passionate kiss that Jotaro was giving him.

Jotaro’s hands began to slide around Kakyoin’s body, one stroking along his side and the other squeezing his thigh. “Mhh..Nori..” Jotaro panted against Kakyoin’s lips when they finally broke for air, but he quickly dove back down to bite and kiss at Kakyoin’s neck. “Fuck..you’re hot..”

Kakyoin sighed and tilted his head, giving his boyfriend more room. “Hmhh..good to know you won’t get turned off by those little displays..” He unbuttoned the top of his uniform shirt enough that Jotaro could pull it aside and bite further down his neck, wringing a low moan out of Kakyoin from the eager attention.

Jotaro sucked a deep bruise in a spot that would be hidden by Kakyoin’s shirts later before speaking again. “Does that happen a lot?”

Kakyoin shrugged with his opposite shoulder to avoid bumping Jotaro in the face. “Sometimes. There are a few things I don’t tolerate: People calling me anything effeminate. People touching me without my permission. And..” He laced his fingers through Jotaro’s hair in a soothing, affectionate gesture. “People insulting or threatening someone I care about.”

“……” Jotaro was quiet and still for a moment. Kakyoin was fine with that, he just continued running his fingers through Jotaro’s dark locks. Finally, he moved his head back up to look Kakyoin in the eyes. “Do I have permission to touch you?” The I really want to touch you was left unsaid, but Kakyoin picked up on it nonetheless.

“Jojo…” With a quiet chuckle, Kakyoin carefully removed Jotaro’s signature hat from his head. He enjoyed the way the larger boy’s ears turned a little red and he averted his eyes- he hated feeling defenseless and open, but he clearly trusted Kakyoin enough that he didn’t even try to get his hat back. Kakyoin set the hat aside and brought his hands up to cup the sides of Jotaro’s face while looking him in the eyes. “How do you want to touch me? Depending on your answer, I may say yes.”

There was no hesitation when Jotaro replied. “I want to worship you.”

A shiver ran down Kakyoin’s spine at the conviction with which Jotaro spoke. The serious look in his eyes, despite the dusting of red along his ears, was almost intoxicating. “Jotaro…” Kakyoin’s smile turned into a teasing smirk as he laid himself out appealingly on the desk. “That was the right answer. You have my permission.”

“That..That was..incredible, Jojo..” He smiled down at his boyfriend with a little less sadism this time, more joking rather than serious now that he was caught in his post-orgasmic afterglow. “I never thought you’d be that good..have you actually done this before? Do I need to be jealous?”

“No.” Jotaro replied, his voice a bit raspy from the serious fucking that his throat just endured. “You’re the only one.”

“Good.” Kakyoin petted his boyfriend’s head, stroking the mess he’d made of his hair into a slightly better shape. “Would you like me to return the favor?”

Jotaro closed his eyes and leaned into Kakyoin’s touch. “Hm..don’t need to..”

Kakyoin was about to say that he really didn’t mind (even if he may not be as good as Jotaro at it), when he sat up a bit more and looked down. He saw that, at some point, Jotaro had slipped his cock out of his pants and it was now softening just like Kakyoin’s own. He also noticed a splash of white on the teacher’s desk in front of Jotaro’s lap…

“Did..Did you..” Kakyoin blinked, looking both surprised and confused. Jotaro’s hands had been on him nearly the entire time, there was no way he’d been touching himself. So..that meant.. “Did you just..cum from sucking me off..?”

“……” Jotaro tilted his head down slightly, the tips of his ears a little red but his expression otherwise as calm and stoic as ever “..It was hot…”

“………” Kakyoin stared silently for a moment before his face split into a big grin and he climbed off of the desk, right into his surprised boyfriend’s lap. Kakyoin then cupped Jotaro’s cheeks in his hands and forced him to lift his head again so he could kiss him on the lips.

“…?” Jotaro was surprised at first, but he seemed unable to deny Kakyoin anything and was soon kissing him back.

The kiss was tender and loving, filled with warmth and adoration that contrasted starkly with the fact that Kakyoin was still naked (aside from the shirt barely hanging onto his elbows) and there was cum drying on the desk directly behind him. They stayed like that for a while, taking their time kissing and making out and just being close to one another.

Kakyoin was the one to end the kiss just as he had started it, smiling at Jotaro and stroking his cheeks with his thumbs. “I’m so glad you’re mine- you really are perfect for me. I’m very lucky.” He kissed the corner of Jotaro’s mouth sweetly and gazed at him.

Jotaro looked away, unable to meet the sincerity and adoration in Kakyoin’s eyes. “……” He didn’t say anything back, but the look in his eyes and the way he quietly squeezed Kakyoin’s hand said everything:

“I’m lucky to have you.”

“I don’t want you to ever leave me.”

“I love you.”

Kakyoin squeezed Jotaro’s hand back to return every sentiment that remained unspoken, happy to simply have the other boy by his side.

<-Previous Chapter Next Chapter->

-From the Beginning-

#jotaro x kakyoin #jotakak #jotaro kujo #noriaki kakyoin #serial killer!AU #serial killer!Jotaro #mild violence

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opmsecretsanta · 7 years

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Survey Results

TL;DR version:

This year’s event will be prompt-based instead of a gift exchange.

The event will be run through both AO3 and a masterlist on Tumblr.

Uncensored NSFW art will be reblogged, with tags. (Please message me if you would rather this blog stay SFW.)

We will drop the rule against abuse/gore/non-con type content, although the mods maintain the right to choose to exclude something at their discretion.

Full results / reasoning below! -

“Will you be participating?” Yes: 12 Maybe: 13 No: 0

You guys rock :’)

I'd rather do a one-to-one gift exchange: 12 I'd rather have a list of prompts to choose from: 13

Guys, I’m gonna call this one and go with a prompt-based event instead. I really think it’ll work out better to have a list of prompts for people to choose from. You’ll be able to fill whichever and as many as you like, including your own prompts. I also feel like, hopefully, people will be less personally hurt if their prompt doesn’t get filled. You’ll also be able to send in multiple prompts, so you have a higher chance of getting at least one of them filled by someone. This will also make it easier for latecomers to jump in and participate at any time. I know it’s not the same as a Secret Santa, but I’m hyped about this option and I hope you guys will be too.

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Okay, so, my original plan was to run things through a master list on tumblr, and this is still my plan. This might’ve been confusing, but the AO3 question was really, do you want to use AO3 AND Tumblr both. Which is what I will attempt to do, because I know that some ppl just do not want to use AO3 for art, and we have a lot of artists. I’ll explain how it’ll work later, but basically you’ll be able to post your prompt fill in two places.

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I know this is a small sample size (I could only record 25 responses) If you object to this and want this blog to stay SFW, please shoot me an ask. Otherwise, I’ll announce later for people to be aware of this change.

“Should we allow gore/abuse/non-con this year?” Yes, as long as it’s tagged: 13 No: 6 Don’t care: 6

Okay, this year we will lift the rule against abuse, non-con, etc. Mods still have the option to remove prompts at our discretion, or choose not to reblog something.

“What kind of media are you likely to create?” Fanart: 21 Fanfic: 9 Edits/gifs: 6 Other: 4

So many artists! Thanks, guys, this helped me decide to do the event both on AO3 and Tumblr so ppl can choose which platform works best for them - or do both!

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Change of Pace - Chapter 4

Pairing: Kristanna

Chapter 4 on AO3

Read from Chapter 1 on AO3

Word Count: 4,779

Author’s Note: Hi everyone! I just wanted to say thank you to everyone who's been reading it so far!!! It really means so, so much to me. Hanukkah is this week, so Happy Hanukkah to those of you that celebrate!!! And once again I apologize for all of the asterisks - tumblr removes posts with “bad language” from the tags. Uncensored version is on AO3! I hope you enjoy this chapter!!!

There was a part of him that felt like a complete a*shole for taking the brunt of his anger out on Anna, watching as she curled into herself and attempted to placate him before he stomped away. The other part of him was too busy seeing red to care - the situation may not have been directly her fault, but it was one that could’ve been avoided altogether. He knew that helping her was a bad idea from the start, but he foolishly did it anyway. Even Andrew was shocked when he initially asked if he could leave for a bit.

“Hey man,” he said. “Do you mind if I step away for a few minutes?”

“What’s going on?” Andrew asked.

“I have to take someone somewhere.”

The other man furrowed his eyebrows. “I’m confused.”

Kristoff sighed. “I have to take the lady from the event office to the abandoned building right off the C Ski Lift. So she could scope it out for her party.”

“Is she pretty?”

“Is that relevant?”

“Go for it, man,” Andrew said, a knowing look plastered across his face.

Frankly, it was a bit humiliating; Andrew wasn’t the type to tease or make a fuss out of things like that. But in hindsight, Kristoff, himself, wasn’t the type to jump in and save the day for a stranger while he was on the clock.

And it had gone really well - at first. Sure, she’d said a few things that had indirectly insulted him and he’d been a little sharp with her, but it was abundantly clear that she meant no harm. Other than that, she was immensely grateful for his help - going as far as calling him a hero and rewarding him with a hug. Truth be told, he was looking forward to getting away from her as quickly as possible. Despite the fact that she was pretty and sweet, she was also the absolute last thing he needed in his life. His life was already pathetic and sad, and there was absolutely no reason to even attempt to get to know her when she’d inevitably leave just like everyone else did.

And then she enthusiastically told Bonnie that he had a hand in finding the new venue and his life changed in the blink of an eye. Not only would he have to step away from the job that he so desperately needed to be present for, but he’d also have to spend forty hours a week with her for months. And he was certain that it wasn’t the type of job where they could just sit around and mind their own business - he’d done a repair in the event office a few years prior and it was nothing but constant chatting the entire time he was there.

By the time he marched back into the ballroom that afternoon, a couple of his other coworkers had made it in and Andrew was giving them a rundown of what had happened and what the game plan was. Upon noticing that he returned, though, Andrew decided to stop what he was doing and inquire about his excursion.

“Hey, how did it go with your event planning girl?”

And at that point, despite the blazing inferno of anger inside of him, he couldn’t help but laugh at the absurdity of the situation. “Horrible. Absolutely horrible.”

Andrew chuckled nervously. “What happened? She turned you down?”

“Nope, I wasn’t even planning on asking her out,” he answered. “But I don’t work here anymore. Starting Monday, I report to the event planning office as her assistant.”

Andrew’s face fell. “Wait, what?”

“She told Bonnie that I helped her find the place and Bonnie decided to reward me for my good deed by shipping me upstairs.”

“Dude, we need you here. Do you see the state of this room?”

Kristoff shrugged. “I tried to tell that to Bonnie, but she didn’t care.”

“I’m going to talk to her,” Andrew insisted. “There’s not a chance in hell that we’re losing you so you could go sit in an office and plan a party.”

“Please,” he practically begged. “I really don’t want to be pulled away from this.”

Andrew nodded. “I’ll do whatever I can.”

But just as he expected, Andrew wasn’t able to get very far with Bonnie. She emphasized that he was needed in the event planning office, and that if the maintenance team needed extra hands, they could hire temporary employees - which was a*s backwards, if you asked him. It was totally illogical to hire several temps, when she only had to hire one assistant event planner, but he chalked it up to the fact that Andrew would be responsible for hiring the temps, not her.

So, he made a decision. He’d go in and begrudgingly do whatever they asked him to in the meantime - but he wasn’t going to make any promises. If another job popped up elsewhere and he was offered the position, he was going to take it without a second thought. Event planning office and Valley Ski Resort, be damned.

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On Monday morning, Anna woke up before her alarm and laid in bed for what felt like an eternity, staring at the ceiling and trying to calm her racing heart. When her alarm finally went off, she crawled out of bed and started her day, meticulously applying her makeup and choosing nice clothes in an effort to create a better second impression. For the first time in two months, she was absolutely dreading going to work - a feeling that she hoped would pass with time, since she actually liked her job.

“Good morning,” she called upon entering the office, relieved to see that only Holly was there and Kristoff had not yet arrived.

“Morning, Anna,” Holly responded.

“How are you?”

“I’m okay. How about you?”

“Could be better.”

“I’m sorry,” Holly frowned. “Is it because of the new guy?”

“Yeah.” Anna closed her eyes and exhaled through her nose. “I’m not looking forward to today. I actually feel a little sick to my stomach.”

“You do look a little green. I have an antacid if you want it.”

She shook her head. “No, it won’t do anything. I’m just anxious because I feel like I ruined someone’s life.”

“You didn’t do anything wrong, Anna. You can’t blame yourself.”

“Not only am I blaming myself, he’s blaming me too. He said as much.”

“He should be blaming Bonnie.”

“I know,” she sighed. “I feel really bad, though.”

“I know. But you have to remember that you were trying to do the right thing. There’s nothing wrong with that,” Holly assured her.

“Thanks, Holly.”

“And I may have some good news for you.”

Anna raised her eyebrows. “You do?”

“So, I know you said that you weren’t interested, but my husband and I went to dinner with a few of his work friends over the weekend and there’s this one guy who is, like, super single. I started talking about you, of course, and I showed him a picture of you, and he’s very interested in going on a date with you - if you want to, of course.”

“Really?”

Holly nodded. “Oh, yes. His name is Darren. He thinks you’re beautiful and I was telling him how you’re sweet and friendly, but kind of down on your luck right now for reasons I didn’t want to discuss, ahem.”

She smiled. “And?”

“He asked for your number. I didn’t give it to him because I wanted to check in and make sure that you were okay with it first - you know, because you specifically said that you didn’t want to be set up on a blind date - but I can send it to him right now if you want me to.”

“Sure,” Anna agreed with a nervous giggle. “You can give him my number.”

“Yes!” Holly cheered, pumping her fist in the air. “I was beyond convinced that you were going to say ‘no.’”

She shrugged. “It’s not like I have anything to lose.”

“That’s the spirit! You deserve to have a little fun! Don’t let a new job and a rude maintenance man get you down.”

As if on cue, the door to the office opened and both women turned toward it as Kristoff walked in.

“Hi,” Holly said before clearing her throat and standing up. “Kristoff, right?”

“Yup,” he answered shortly.

“I’m Holly Williams. I never had the chance to properly introduce myself last week.” She offered him her hand and he accepted, shaking for a moment. “And I’m sure you remember Anna.”

Anna gulped before squeaking out a simple greeting. “Hi.”

He didn’t bother to answer or even look in her direction.

“You can hang your coat up on the rack over there and then I’ll show you to your desk,” Holly said. They both watched as he shrugged out of his coat and hung it up before Holly led him to the desk at the back of the room that once belonged to Jenny. She pointed to a post-it note that was stuck to the border of the computer screen. “This is the login information for the computer, and I’m going to have an email account set up for you by the end of the day.”

“Thanks.”

“I’m sure you have some questions about what exactly your role is going to be.”

Anna glanced over, trying to gauge his mood and how he was reacting to all of this. Instead of answering Holly, he kept his eyes cast downward.

“So,” Holly started, once she’d come to the realization that he wasn’t going to answer. “You’ll be the assistant event planner. Um, basically you’ll be helping Anna host the rest of the events for the season, since the events have mostly been planned in advance. The primary event you’ll have to focus on is our annual ball -”

“I know about the party,” he said, cutting her off mid-sentence.

“Of course.” Holly clapped her hands together. “I heard that you were an integral part of finding our new venue.”

“Yup.”

“So, Anna is actually working on finalizing the guest list today, and the invitations have to be mailed out later this week. We’re expecting to have around five hundred invitations to send out, and you’ll be responsible for helping her with assembling the envelopes for mailing.”

“Okay.”

“Aside from that, you and Anna are going to have to work together on the rest of the planning. She’ll be able to explain what that entails. Oh, and I ordered new tables and chairs since all of the furniture in the ballroom was destroyed. The first few are going to be delivered this week, so you’ll have to make sure that they arrive at the new venue.”

“Okay.”

“Let me get you one of our event calendars,” Holly said, walking away from his desk and back to hers. “So you have an idea of what’s happening over the course of the next few months.”

Anna’s eyes trailed her silently as she made her way across the room and back. Holly handed him the paper and his eyes scanned the page.

“Do I have to be at all of these events?” Kristoff asked incredulously.

“Typically, yes,” Holly answered. “Unless you have some kind of prior obligation.”

He scoffed, tossing the paper onto the desk and shaking his head in disbelief. The two women exchanged a worried glance.

Holly cleared her throat. “I know this is probably going to be a bit of an adjustment for you, but it’ll only be for the next couple of months. So until April -”

“April?! I’ll be here until April?!”

“According to the email that Bonnie sent me, yes.”

“I thought I was supposed to stick around for the party and then go back to my regular job.”

“Well, Anna will be leaving in April so that’ll give Bonnie a considerable amount of time to fill both positions.”

“And hypothetically, if Bonnie isn’t able to fill those positions - what will happen to me? Will I just be stuck here?”

“I don’t know,” Holly answered with a sigh. “You’ll have to talk to Bonnie about that. But I understand that this has to be an incredibly difficult situation for you.”

He narrowed his eyes. “You could say that again.”

“How about you tell us a little bit about yourself? And then Anna and I will talk about ourselves.”

“I live here, I work here - there isn’t really much to it.”

Holly smiled. “Oh, did you grow up here?”

“Yup.”

“I did too! Did you go to Valley High School?”

“That’s the only high school here,” he muttered.

“When did you graduate? I graduated in oh-eight.”

“Fifteen.”

“Ooh, my husband started working there the year before. But he teaches freshmen, so you wouldn’t have had him.”

He smiled dryly. “Nice.”

“Anna, when did you graduate?” Holly asked, clearly trying to bring her into the conversation.

“Seventeen.”

“You’re the only one who was lucky enough to escape the woes of Valley High School.”

“That’s true,” she nodded. “I was homeschooled.”

“Lucky you,” he scoffed. “Valley sucks.”

Holly clicked her tongue. “It isn’t that bad.”

He rolled his eyes. “Speak for yourself.”

“It’s a small town high school, everyone knows everyone and there’s a lot of gossip,” Holly explained to Anna. “The stuff you go through there kind of follows you through life.”

“That’s unfortunate,” she remarked.

“One of my friends got pregnant junior year - her family literally had to move away because the whole town knew within a week and they wouldn't stop talking about them.”

She furrowed her eyebrows. “So why do people stay?”

“Small town charm, friendly neighbors, more relaxed than a big city.”

“Or because they don’t have a choice,” Kristoff chimed in.

“That too,” Holly agreed. “Before the resort expanded, tourists only visited during the skiing season. This town relies on the revenue that tourists bring in order to stay afloat. I think there was a collective sigh of relief when we became a year-round tourist trap.”

Anna nodded sympathetically. “That’s good, at least -”

Holly’s phone rang then, interrupting the conversation. “Excuse me,” she said, strolling over to her desk.

Kristoff sighed. “So what am I supposed to be doing right now?”

“If you want, you can start stuffing the invitations into the envelopes,” Anna offered. “And once I finish the guest list, we can start sticking the addresses on.”

“Fine,” he agreed.

She took the box of invitations out from her desk drawer, walked them over to him and set the box on his desk. “Don’t worry about sealing them. We’ll do that another day.”

By the time she made it back to her desk, he was already looking at the invitations. “You realize that the wrong location is printed on these, right?”

“What?”

“The location is wrong,” he said, holding one up. “It says that the party is in the ballroom, not the new venue.”

“Oh god, I forgot about that,” she blurted, jumping up and grabbing the invitation from his hands. “No, no, no...”

“Now what?”

“I don’t know,” she confessed, biting her lip and glancing over at Holly, who was still on the phone. “It took a few weeks for these to get shipped to us, and I don’t know if we have enough time to order new ones and ship them out with enough time for the guests to respond. I don’t know what to do.”

“Great,” he huffed. “You really run a well-oiled machine around here.”

“Excuse me?”

“Well, you just said you don’t know what you’re doing, didn’t you?”

“You seem to forget that a pipe burst and destroyed the ballroom on your watch on Friday,” she pointed out defensively. “It’s Monday.”

He narrowed his eyes. “Are you blaming me for a burst pipe?”

She crossed her arms over her chest. “Only if you’re blaming me for invitations that were printed before the pipe burst.”

“Look, all I’m saying is that if you’d have caught this three days ago, maybe you could’ve ordered new invitations.”

“You do realize that a lot of businesses are closed on weekends? That it probably wouldn’t have made a significant difference? Besides, we may not have the time to order new invitations and we may have to send these as-is. That’s my point.”

“The point is that you still don’t know what you’re doing.”

“And what would’ve happened if the pipe burst the day before the party? Hmm?”

“Why are you acting like I should know the answer to this?” he argued. “This is not my department. I’m only here because you couldn’t keep your mouth shut.”

She felt her jaw tense. “You know that’s not my fault.”

“Woah, what is happening?” Holly interjected loudly.

“The invitations have the wrong location on them and it’s my fault for not immediately catching it and ordering new ones after the pipe burst on Friday,” Anna explained, her blood practically boiling. “Oh, and I don’t know what I’m doing because I’m too busy running my mouth. Not because of the wrench in our plans, but because I talk too much.”

“I didn’t say that,” he hissed.

“Yes you did! When you blamed me, yet again, for something that Bonnie did. I didn’t ask for you to come work with us.”

“You’re the one that told her that I found the venue!”

“You did find it and I was trying to be nice,” she growled. “Something that you seem to be incapable of.”

“Don’t forget that you just blamed me for a burst pipe. What should I have done? Put some duct tape over it?”

“You know, this could’ve gone so differently if you had kept your mouth closed on Friday. You’re the one who told me about the new venue, remember?”

“Okay, enough,” Holly stated firmly. “Kristoff - it is not Anna’s fault that you got transferred here, and the situation with the invitations is not her fault, either. Anna - it’s not Kristoff’s fault that the pipe burst and we’re happy that he found a new venue for us. I already have one baby at home and I’m not interested in coming to work and taking care of two more. This is an office, not a boxing ring or a debate stage.”

The silence that came after Holly spoke was deafening; the only noise in the entire room was the sound of their collective breathing and the heaters running.

When things had cooled off slightly, Holly piped up again. “Now here’s what’s going to happen - we’re going to send out the invitations as-is, but we’re going to stuff the envelopes with information about the location change. On the day of, we’ll put signs out all over the lobby and we’ll have someone wait by the ballroom to direct people to the new venue - I’ll do it myself if I have to.”

“That’s a good idea,” Anna agreed, exhaling with relief.

“The deadline to RSVP is by mid-January, and the invitations take three weeks to order so we can’t order new ones. We wouldn’t be giving the guests enough time to get back to us.”

“Told you,” Anna gloated, smiling smugly in Kristoff’s direction.

He crossed his arms and leaned back in his chair, but didn’t argue back. After a moment of sulking, he sat up and started on the task in front of him.

The rest of the day passed without incident and with minimal noise. Anna and Holly repeatedly exchanged glances with each other and tried to avoid talking like they would’ve on a normal day, though there were a few slips - specifically when Darren texted her to introduce himself.

“Look who texted me,” Anna said, pushing her chair over to Holly’s desk with her feet and holding out her phone.

Holly squinted at the device before squealing. “That’s so exciting! You’d better say ‘yes’ when he asks you out.”

“I’m going to,” she giggled. “Obviously.”

“This is really so great,” Holly smiled. “I’m so happy for you.”

On her way back to her desk, she noticed that Kristoff was looking in her direction through the corners of his eyes but she did her best to pretend like she didn’t see it and went about the rest of her day.

“It’s five,” Kristoff spoke up finally, after literal hours of silence. “Can I go now?”

“Of course,” Holly nodded. “Let me walk you to the elevator.”

He looked less than thrilled at the idea, but nevertheless, grabbed his coat and held the door open for Holly to follow behind him without uttering a goodbye. Anna eagerly awaited Holly’s return, knowing that she’d finally be able to talk freely now that he was gone.

She barely waited for Holly to close the door behind her before asking, “Did you say something to him?”

“I told him that he needs to stop being a d*ck or he’ll be out of a job,” Holly answered matter-of-factly. “We don’t have time for arguments.”

She cringed. “I know, I’m sorry.”

“To be clear, I’m not blaming you for what happened earlier. I told him that we understand that he’s angry, but he’s stuck with us whether he likes it or not. Picking fights with you isn’t going to solve any of that.”

“I don’t want to fight with him,” she confessed. “I don’t want to fight with anyone.”

“I know.”

“I don’t know if I can work with someone who hates me. It was so easy to get along with you and Jenny.”

“Oh, honey, I really don’t think he hates you.”

“Did you forget the part where he ignored me, then got into an argument with me, then didn’t speak for the rest of the day?”

“I think he’s angry and conflicted, but I don’t think he hates you. If he hated you, he wouldn’t have shown up today.”

“He doesn’t have a choice about not showing up - he needs a job.”

“My point is that I don’t think you’re the problem here. Just a few days ago he was willing to help you for no reason. If his first impression of you was that bad, he wouldn’t have done that.”

Anna rolled her eyes. “He didn’t know me then and I practically had to beg him to help me.”

“He still doesn’t know you, technically,” Holly pointed out. “You’ve only spent eight hours together and most of it was in silence.”

“Yeah, but he knows that I ruined his life and that’s a great reason to hate someone.”

“He’ll come around. You’re a very likeable person.”

“I doubt it,” Anna mumbled.

“Keep your chin up,” Holly said. “Everything is going to be fine. We have a new venue, the problem with the invitations was caught with time to spare, and you’re going on a date with Darren. By the end of this week, you may be the happiest girl on the planet.”

She exhaled. “You’re right. Everything is going to be fine.”

“See? You just have to stay positive. Now let’s wrap things up, it’s been a long day,” Holly directed, scribbling down some information on a post-it note. “Oh, and don’t forget that tomorrow’s Tuesday. It’s just going to be you and Kristoff all day.”

And just like that, the tiny bit of hope that had started to brew inside of her popped like a bubble pressed up against a thorn.

Of course, the following morning started off less than smoothly. Her alarm didn’t go off, so she woke up late and got a late start to the day, which meant she’d have to forego looking halfway decent in order to make it in on time - no makeup and a messy bun, it was. She ran around her cabin, gathering her belongings and trying to make sure that she’d have everything she would need for the day before jetting off, hoping that it wasn’t some sort of bad omen.

By the time she actually made it to work, Kristoff was leaning up against the wall outside of the office, his arms crossed over his chest and a pinched expression on his face.

“I’m sorry for keeping you waiting,” she said breathlessly, as she fumbled through her purse for the keys to the office. “I’m usually early.”

“It’s okay.”

He didn’t really seem to care, but she continued to explain herself nonetheless. “Holly doesn’t work on Tuesdays or Thursdays, and this is my first time here without her or Jenny. I’ve never had to use my keys before.”

“Oh.”

She finally managed to find the keys in her mess of a bag, promptly unlocked the door and pushed it open before stepping aside and holding out her arm. “After you.”

“Thanks,” he said skeptically, walking into the dark office.

Anna flipped the lights on before closing the door behind her. “Holly left a note on your desk with your email and temporary password. You can log on and change the password and we’ll cc you in our emails.”

“Okay.”

“I’m going to run downstairs and grab a cup of coffee,” she said, deciding to be nice at the last possible second. “Do you want anything?”

Her offer actually invoked a reaction from him for the first time that day - he definitely seemed a bit startled by it. “Um...no thanks.”

“Alright. I’ll be right back.”

She made a mad dash for the coffee shop on the first floor, grateful that there was no line. The last thing she needed was to look like she was intentionally trying to avoid him or slacking or doing some other negative thing that he could run to Bonnie with in an attempt to get her into trouble. As soon as the cup was in her hands, she returned to the office, where Kristoff seemed to be patiently waiting for further instruction.

She cleared her throat and set the cup down on her desk. “So, you finished stuffing all of the envelopes yesterday, right?”

“Yeah.”

“Okay, Holly had the location cards printed out overnight,” she said, grabbing the large stack of papers from the printer. “You’ll just have to cut them into the appropriate size and then stuff them into the envelopes.”

“I have to cut all of these by hand?” he whined, his face falling.

“We have a g*illotine,” she assured him, trying to remain calm. “It’ll make the process a lot easier.”

“You have a what?”

His reaction made her giggle. “Oh, sorry. Holly and I call it a g*illotine. I don’t know what the actual name of it is, but it’s basically an industrial paper cutter. I’ll get it for you.”

The g*illotine was stored in the closet, so she walked over and retrieved the heavy tool, staying weary of the bl*de. She placed it on his desk with a thud.

“Now I see why you call it a g*illotine.”

“Right?! Okay, so you may have to stand up to do this - I know I do,” she said, picking up a few of the papers. When he stood up, she demonstrated. “So basically, you slide the paper under the little guard and then you line it up with the grid to make sure it’s straight. Then, you just pull the bl*de down and voila, you have a bunch of cut up papers with minimal effort.”

“Seems easy enough.”

“Just make sure that you hold the paper against the grid while you’re cutting or they’ll come out crooked. And be careful - we can always print out more of the location cards, but we can’t replace your fingers so easily.”

He let out an amused snort. “Okay.”

She smiled to herself as she sat down at her desk, grateful that it seemed to be going much better than the previous day; they were getting along for the time being and there was no hostility or tension. They both worked quietly, and though Anna missed the constant chatting like when Holly was around, she had no idea what she could possibly talk to Kristoff about. So, the sound of the bl*de scraping against the side of the g*illotine and her typing were the primary sounds that filled the otherwise silent space.

The day went by at a snail pace, but when five o’clock finally came and they’d managed to survive the day without an argument, she admittedly felt quite triumphant. She looked forward to updating Holly about how the day had gone, especially since Holly had insisted that she stay positive.

“Have a nice day,” she said, as he was pulling on his coat. “See you tomorrow.”

“You too,” he replied, offering her a half-smile.

I can do this, she thought to herself as she watched him leave. If it stays like this for the next five months, I can do this.

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