a/n - hey!! i read one of ur early requests and i couldn't do it much early cause school so sorry plus im not sure if this is good enough for you!! but i will might do that mj x model!reader request tho 🥹
flirty!michael who's 100% i guarantee you a shy type of flirt. yes, he's very bold and intense when it comes to live performances on stage but off stage, he's one hell of a shy gentleman but still, he always tries at giving playful compliments and teases.
flirty!michael who is either a fluffy gentleman where most of his flirting would come from attention, the kind where even in a crowded room, he's the first one you would lay your eyes on or probably the most pervy kind of one (respectfully tho).
flirty!michael who can't help himself whenever his eyes keeps lingering on you whenever you dress finely, like imagine you busy with photoshoots while he's there admiring you like a glutinous man seeing a feast.
flirty!michael who always hides his dirty-mindness with his gentlemanly acts, he would let you go first and secretly eyes your body silhouette cause gosh, you're so perfect in every way possible.
flirty!michael who loves spoiling you in many ways, either luxury or just pure emotional affection– when something catches your eye, he notices it immediately and buys it for you, you're so precious to him– how could he not spoil you really??.
flirty!michael who gets super jealous if he noticed someone flirting with you, he wouldn't confront directly but instead he'll subtly pull your attention away from that person and toward him– lingering close to you, telling playful jokes to make you laugh, sometimes even getting touchy if he's that extremely jealous.
flirty!michael who always have you as his muse in his short music flims as an excuse to be close and get all touchy with you. whether the way you make me feel, in the closet, you rock my world— you're in every of them as his muse.
flirty!michael who can be quite clingy with you. whenever you visit him at his studio during rehearsals or filming sets, he immediately softens up and would give his all to try impress you. after filming– he'll then run up to you and pull you in for a bear hug and sweet kisses all over your face, watching you giggle and shriek from how sensitive you were to touches.
“michael stop I'm ticklish—!” you whined as you can't help but giggle from his kisses, feeling both touched and a little embarrassed as michael kept his hold on you. “oh c'mon honey, you know i can't help it when you look so beautiful mmh... ♡”
flirty!michael who just can't help himself thinking about you every single day, the thought of you keeps playing in his mind like a constant pop-up ad and his loved ones always wonder why he sometimes zone out so much when in reality he's just daydreaming about you. ♡
I believe that Caleb would follow you like a puppy whenever you’re on your period.
Even the couple of days leading up to it, when you begin getting emotional and uncomfortable due to pain, Caleb immediately knows. When your back hurts, he’ll tell you to lay down and he’ll give you a back massage. When you feel bloated, he’ll make you some tea as soon as you mention you feel bloated.
When you have any cravings, Caleb will make sure you have all the snacks and foods you want. He’ll either make them himself or if it’s a specific food from a takeout place, he’ll always grab it for you.
Caleb is always careful with you on your period. When he hugs you, he gently envelops you in his arms.
Caleb is also your walking medicine cabinet. He keeps a little stash of (your choice) Midol, Tylenol, or Advil on him just in case you may need it. Plus, he’ll always grab a heating pad for you.
Essentially, he’s your personal maid when you’re on your period. Undoubtedly, he enjoys doing these things for you if it means he gets to see a smile on your face.
(Totally not making this post because I’m on my period… 🤷♀️)
Can I please request the beast cookies (seperate) reactions to their child being taken care of by their respective ancient hero? Like the before corruption the beast cookies (separately) had a child who died, and when they were released they saw that their child had been reincarnated but place in the care of their respective ancient hero with their child viewing the hero as a parent
☆ Betrayed By My Own Jam — Beasts + Ancients & Child!Reader HCs ☆
Genre: Familial, Light Angst || They/Them pronouns for reader || No warnings needed
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ᯓᡣ𐭩Burning Spice could hardly recognize his doughling when he first saw them again. They weren't as small as he remembered, and their dough no longer resembled his own. But the fire in their eyes, their behavior... it was all too familiar to be a coincidence. And for the first time in many years, The Destroyer didn't know what to do. But he knew who to blame for keeping you from your father
ᯓᡣ𐭩 Golden Cheese did her best to keep you from the truth of your parent. In some way, all the Ancients had known this day would come. You feel connected to Burning Spice just as she does, you're a part of him that no time can erase. But you're also her dearest treasure. And she had no intentions of letting Burning Spice destroy more of what the queen held dear
ᯓᡣ𐭩 Eternal Sugar was caught between two extremes. On one hand, she felt like she couldn't hate her "other half", that she was destined to bring Happiness to her. But on the other, had Hollyberry been keeping you all this time? Were you even the same child she raised back then..? It wouldn't matter soon. In The Garden, you'd be by her side once again. All you had to do was stay. Let the sweetness of joy erase all doubts in your mind
ᯓᡣ𐭩 Hollyberry Cookie, despite understanding the Beast, kept you from her grasp. Hollyberry understood how important family could be, and in the beginning she was happy to let you explore The Garden. But when the sweet illusion faded and the bitter truth became clear, Hollyberry made sure you wouldn't be left behind, even as Eternal Sugar begged for you to stay. It was for your own good, but that didn't make it any easier...
ᯓᡣ𐭩 Mystic Flour had long adapted the ideals that life was as meaningless as it was fleeting. Her heart hardened after her child had been taken from her grasp, yet again losing to the fragility of what she held dear. She could see glimpses of that doughling in you. How cruel were the Witches, to send her a walking image of what she had lost? In the end, was it even worth remembering? She tried to tell herself as much, but flickers of old maternal feelings kept threatening to come back
ᯓᡣ𐭩 Dark Cacao couldn't see what Mystic Flour was feeling, but he didn't need to. That face set in apathy only sought to bring you down with it, and Dark Cacao would make sure that couldn't happen. No matter what she claims or remembers, you're his child. He refuses to lose another, not when he can protect this one
ᯓᡣ𐭩 Shadow Milk always acted as if he'd forgotten all about his child. Yet in the shadows that his true feelings hid, his every memory of them stayed alive. What a lie it was, to think he could hold onto something so fragile as a family. When recognizing you— a Cookie who looked different, yes, but was undoubtedly you, his child— he was filled with nothing but rage. Not only was he losing his plans and power, but he was losing you all over again to that detestable Ancient Cookie
ᯓᡣ𐭩 Pure Vanilla was cautiously optimistic. Maybe seeing you again would inspire Shadow Milk to turn towards forgiveness, and he'd finally allow himself to become a better Cookie. Instead, he was met with a violent rejection and an unsettling pit of guilt. Guilt that he could've risked putting you in harm's way. He reminds you that though he values forgiveness, it has to be earned. At the end of it all, it's up to you. No matter what, he promises to ensure your safety above all
ᯓᡣ𐭩 Silent Salt regretted many things about his corruption, the greatest being all he had lost. The Knights, the Faeries, and his own child. Everything had become obsolete in silence. Once he rose again, he noticed you above all else. Amidst the silence, your voice reached out to him. But he came to realize he couldn't care for you as he once did. He wasn't Salt of Solidarity anymore. Maybe it was better this way, if you were in the hands of another. You shouldn't worry about him anymore
ᯓᡣ𐭩 White Lily admittedly felt sympathetic once she recognized the situation at hand. She couldn't imagine what would happen if she ever lost you, so to think that Silent Salt was experiencing that gave her a sense of pity. You never knew the Beast outside of the glances you could steal, but from then on White Lily would tell you tales of a Commander in black armor
warnings: Minors, do not interact! brief mentions of reader being abducted, porn with a plot, reader is a virgin, teen angst, mutual masturbation, dry humping, setup for part two
author's note: This is my first request in a while, but I did promise this to an anonymous reader months ago. See the post here. I'm inspired again, so here it is! This wasn't beta read, so excuse any errors. I was my own beta reader, which sometimes means missing a few mistakes.
It was hard for you to wrap your head around Scott McCall, the guy who you grew up with, being a werewolf. Your twin brother, Stiles, was his best friend, and it meant you were around him a lot. It was hard for Stiles and Scott to hide the truth from you for as long as they did, but Stiles thought it was for the best, and kept the secret to protect you. It was easier when you knew the truth, especially when it came to covering for Stiles with your dad.
Isaac Lahey wasn’t a stranger to you. He was your lab partner first and, at the command of Derek to get leverage over Scott and Stiles, your kidnapper for a short period of time. Scott saving you and Stiles’ crisis about what would’ve happened had you gotten hurt was how you found out the truth about werewolves. It also made you fear Isaac, which you didn’t think was possible. He was the nice, quiet guy who was way better at science than you. There were many times when you noticed the bruises, but you were far too afraid to bring it up.
His sharp turn from quiet loner to bad werewolf was disappointing to you—no matter how many times he insisted that Derek told him, Erica, and Boyd that they shouldn’t actually hurt you. It had been weeks since the incident, and the last thing you heard about Isaac was from Stiles: he was staying with Scott.
Your lab partner was sick, and instead of sitting with someone from the lacrosse team like he had for a while, Isaac sat beside you.
“Hey,” he said, his tone resembling the Isaac you knew; not the one Derek had created.
“Hi,” you replied, deciding it was best to leave it at that. He had something to say, and it was best to let him say it.
“I know I’m not really supposed to talk to you after what happened, so I’m sorry if I’m bothering you. I just… I wanted you to know that I wasn’t really thinking about anything other than doing what I was told. I didn’t realize I had a choice until Scott showed me that I do. I’m sorry about what I did. I should’ve told you we were going to hurt you when I took you that day.”
“I’m not that good of an actress, so I probably would’ve ruined your plan.”
“I’m still really sorry. You were the nicest person to me before people started noticing me. I was too afraid to talk to you back then beyond mitochondria and bacteria. I wish I would’ve.”
“That would’ve made it harder for me to forgive you.”
“You forgive me?” he asked hopefully.
“Everyone makes mistakes. Probably not on such a large scale, but not everyone has the problems you have. So sure,” you assured him. “And now the tables have turned. Well, maybe not. No one ever noticed me. Then or now. It’s the Stilinski curse.”
“I did,” Isaac admitted. “I do.”
All you could do was look at him. You were so surprised. Isaac wasn’t sure how to interpret the look on your face, so he added very quickly, “Sorry. I didn’t intend on making a move when I came over here. I really just wanted to tell you that I regret what I did, and I’m sorry. And if I could do it all over again, I’d be the one saving you, not throwing you in the back of a car.”
“Oh, so you’re making a move?” you asked with a smile. His smile was uncontrollable, and he had to look away at the board.
“You probably shouldn’t. Stiles said you’re not allowed to talk to me. And I’d definitely have a hard time following that rule if you asked me to hang out with you.”
“You wouldn’t be able to stop yourself from meeting me later to work on our project together? We’re lab partners again, right?”
“I don’t have a car, so you’d have to pick me up,” you said, your heart beating quickly. He made you nervous, and it would be a lie if you said he always made you this nervous. He was cute before, but now there was something so different about him. The bite that turned him into a werewolf not only gave him confidence, but a few more inches in height, and possibly even more toned arms. You went to all of Stiles’ games, even if he warmed the bench most of the time. You’d noticed Isaac’s arms before. And they were very different post-bite.
“I don’t, either,” he replied, looking a little conflicted.
“You’re… what you are now,” you decided to say, resisting the urge to say werewolf in public. “If you really want to, you’ll find a way to my house. My dad’s working overtime right now, and Stiles asked me to cover for him in case Dad comes home early. That means he’ll be out super late.”
“Yeah,” he said with a nod, biting back a smile.
The first time he was in your room, there was a certain tension that neither of you could ignore. He kept his distance, and you appreciated that at first. You actually did your work, and he helped you even when you didn’t need it. It became a regular thing, and you met so many nights in a row that you did most of the project when you still had weeks before the due date.
On the fifth night, he moved your hair out of your face when you were reading beside him on your bed.
“Do I scare you?” he asked. You hadn’t flinched, but your lack of effort in finding ways to touch him was a little discouraging.
“For a while you did. But it wasn’t just you. It was a really fucked up way of learning that your brother’s best friend, who’s really like a brother at this point, is a werewolf, and so is your lab partner, and that guy with a beard that sometimes shows up for reasons that aren’t obvious to you.” You rambled on a normal basis, but you rambled even more when you were nervous. “It was just a lot for a while. But no, you don’t scare me.”
“Were you just waiting for me to make the first move, then?”
You averted your gaze, laughing nervously. “I don’t really… I mean, maybe. Yeah, I guess so.”
“You just tried to say like three things at once and all of them are confusing to me. I just don’t want you to feel like you have to hang out with me like this.”
“I’ve just never really hung out with anyone in any capacity other than the literal sense of just hanging out. So when you look at me and make the world’s most intense eye contact, it freaks me out because it seems like something else should follow. And I’ve never done that before. So, it’s not that I don’t want to. It’s just that I… feel like I’m going to embarrass myself. So I avoid it because it’s easier than having this conversation.”
“Wow,” Isaac said, surprised by your honesty, and how quickly you spoke. “Well, I’m not trying to have sex with you. So don’t be nervous about that. Just because I look at you doesn’t mean that’s the immediate next step. I’ve never done that, either, so—”
You got to your feet, the embarrassment of the moment overwhelming. Being on your bed with him was unbearable.
“No. No. Um,” you stopped, taking a deep breath. “I didn’t think because you flashed your hot werewolf eyes at me that you wanted to rip my clothes off and have sex with me. I was talking about something way tamer. You know, like the time you do ten steps before sex.”
Isaac sat up, moving to the edge of your bed. “That’s fine. If it makes you feel any better I’ve never kissed anyone because I really wanted to.”
“Was… traumatic for you?” you asked, trying to be sensitive despite the burning in your cheeks.
“What? No. Not like that. I meant that it was all for show,” he assured you.
You sighed, relieved. “Oh, okay. Good. I thought this was moving in a much more depressing direction. Something even more depressing than me being sixteen and never having kissed a boy.”
He got up, towering over you in your tiny room filled with your childhood memories and very specific interests.
“You’re working yourself up. I can hear your heart racing,” he said.
“You can hear that?” you asked, panicked. Your heart raced a lot because of a lot of things he did. Sometimes even stupid things that were embarrassing for anyone to know that you found hot.
“Yeah. Werewolf stuff. It’s cute, though.”
Isaac took this rare moment—one where you were rendered speechless—to kiss you. He moved his hands to your face, and leaned down to kiss you. It wasn’t until that moment that you realized just how much taller he was than you. When you kissed him back, initially a little unsure of yourself, your instincts made you move onto your tiptoes. Just as you felt as though you were really getting into it, he stopped.
“Pulling away to see a frown isn’t the most encouraging thing,” he said, smiling.
“Well, I didn’t really want you to stop. Couldn’t you hear that while eavesdropping on my heartbeat?”
He laughed. “I don’t do it on purpose. I can’t help it. It’s just… sort of there.”
“Alright. Well, why don’t you eavesdrop while you kiss me?”
When he kissed you again, you expected it. What you didn’t expect was for him to move his hands to your waist, then go lower until he was able to pick you up. Being level with him was very different, and once you got over the initial shock of being picked up, you kissed him even harder. Everything you ever read about now made sense. It did feel electric, and you didn’t want it to end.
Isaac waited a short period of time before he put you down on the bed, moving so that he was on top of you. Instinctively, you parted your legs, making room for him to be even closer to you. You found that you liked the weight of him against you, and he liked that feeling, too.
His hand caressed your leg until he moved back to your waist. It made you think that you should touch him, too. Before your mind could explore all options and choose the best one, his lips began to shift. The unfamiliar sensation of someone kissing your neck was definitely something you liked. Your heart skipped a beat, and a pang of warmth spread through your body. You moaned, surprising yourself. His grip on your waist tightened, and it made you move your hand to his hair.
Your fingers grasped at his short curls when the kisses turned into something more dangerous. There was a chance, as he sucked gently at the soft skin of your neck, that he could leave marks. But neither of you were thinking like that.
The only thing that stopped him was something completely unintentional on your part. You were so lost in the moment that you—or, more accurately, your body—wanted more. You shifted your hips, grinding yourself against him. Then you stiffened, and he pulled away so he could look at you.
“I want to die right now,” you blurted out. “I wasn’t thinking.”
“But you want that?” he asked, searching your eyes. You had no choice but to look at him, and you could tell that he wanted you. That was a confidence boost that you didn’t even know you needed. All you could do was nod.
He went back to kissing you, grabbing your hips and repositioning you so you were pressed against him perfectly. The way you gasped made him kiss you even harder. He moaned, too, and the feeling of him moaning while kissing you was exhilarating. You were doing that to him?
Any over-analyzing was impossible when he moved his hips, his large bulge pressing against your core. The sensation was not unfamiliar to you, but it was unfamiliar to have someone else doing it for you. The sighs that escaped your lips only made him continue, and his grasp on your thigh tightened every time it was a moan instead.
Your arm wrapped around his neck, and it only made his muscles more evident. Just as you felt lightheaded—the friction he’d created built up a tension that made every part of you feel heavy and extremely needy—he stopped.
“I just need a second,” he said, embarrassed. He was a werewolf but it somewhat didn’t help his stamina in this case.
You were a virgin, but you were not clueless. “Just keep going. I don’t care.”
Isaac knew that continuing would mean there was a chance he’d have to figure things out for you after, but it was too tempting to worry about that. When it seemed like he was going to kiss you, he bowed his head, burying his face in your neck. Not to kiss you there, but to stifle his groans.
It was undeniably hot, even if it was less than a minute before he came, still moving against you as it happened. Male orgasms weren’t something you’d ever seen or completely understood, but you liked it. You moved your fingers through his hair, unsure if it was what he wanted, but hoping it was. You liked the way he moved so desperately, sporadic as he came down from his high.
He lifted his head, his face flushed. It made you smile, and he mirrored your expression.
“I’m not going to be the guy that asks you if you came,” he said. “Sorry, I—”
“Don’t apologize for doing the thing you do when you… do this.”
This time, it was you that kissed him. You had no intention of judging him, especially not when what he was apologizing for turned you on even more. He grabbed your waist again, and moved so that you were on top of him. The idea of it was more intimidating than how it felt. It wasn’t clear if it was what he thought you were going to do when he switched positions, but he didn’t protest when you moved onto his leg. In fact, he sat up, leaning against your wall. You liked it better that way, and you didn’t know if he guessed or if he’d sensed it.
Kissing him was enough to pick up where you left off, but when he moved his hand into your hair, and gently gathered some in his hand, that was enough to earn another moan. The movement of your hips on his leg ensured that it wasn’t the last. He almost couldn’t believe it was happening when just one week ago he was banned from speaking to you. He still was, but you were breaking that rule together. And you were doing a lot more than breaking it.
You only stopped kissing him when you were close to finishing, unable to focus on anything other than maintaining the rhythm that was getting you there. You closed your eyes, tightening your hold on him. Your chest pressed against his, and he couldn’t ignore that feeling that did to him. His hands guided your hips, wanting to grab you, yet knowing you didn’t need the help. Him touching you like this was enough, and your orgasm washed over you, lasting longer than you expected. It was intense; blurring your vision and leaving you breathless. It was only when it was over that you considered you might’ve been loud. Your thighs burned as you got off of him.
“Do you… do that a lot?” he asked, not thinking before he spoke. He had looked at you too long, too transfixed on how you looked when you were on top of him.
“What do you mean?” you asked, even though you were pretty sure that you knew. You didn’t want to tell him that you did, and he think you did it with other guys before him.
“You know…” he trailed off, fixing your hair. “You just seemed like you knew what you were doing. I liked it.”
“I’m a virgin. I don’t have a lineup of guys on speed dial,” you replied, making a joke feeling like the only way you could talk about it.
“I could be. I really like you, and I liked this.”
“I think you’re underestimating how often I do it.”
“I’m not that far away.”
You couldn't believe you were talking about this, but you felt comfortable enough with him to, and that meant something.
“Is that all you want? I just want to know before I overthink this. I overthink everything.”
“No. Unless that’s all you want.”
“We’re not even supposed to be talking. Scott said he’d rip your throat out if you even looked at me again.”
“Doesn’t that just make you want it even more? We’ll go on a secret date. I’ll figure something out. No one will know.”
You couldn't fight the smile that appeared at the idea of that.
“If we did this before our first date, then what are we doing after?”
“Hopefully something where I don’t cum in my underwear in the first few minutes.”
You laughed, then moved closer to him. “I liked it. Watching it happen, I mean. It helped me along, I guess you could say. I can’t wait for the real thing.”
He tensed momentarily, then said, “You have to. Someone’s in the driveway. I should go.”
Isaac kissed you one last time, then went out your window. It wasn’t how you thought your day was going to go, but it seemed like it would be hard to top.
Crafting a scene that earns the total sympathy of your readers can be challenging, but it's not impossible. Most emotionally devastating scenes fail at two things, but when these are done right, the results can be powerful.
⚪ The Important Concepts for Writing an Emotionally Devastating Scene
1. The Build-Up,
2. Breaking the Dam.
Before I explain these concepts, let me share a case study.
⚫ Case Study
I wrote a story about a young orphan named Jackie and her younger brother. Their village was burned down, leaving them as the only survivors.
For the next few chapters, readers followed their painful journey and their struggle to survive. The younger brother had a heart problem, and Jackie vowed to become a cardiologist to save him.
She was very ambitious about it, but at the time, it was very ironic. Later in the story, when they encountered a tragic living condition with a family, the brother died while telling his sister how much he missed their parents.
When her brother was fighting for his life, she was sent out of the room, only to be let in again to see his cold, lifeless body.
⚪ Explanation of Concepts
1. The Build-Up
The build-up is extremely important when you aim to convey strong emotions. Here's a secret: if you plan for a scene with strong emotions, start leaving breadcrumbs from the very beginning of the story.
Take the previous case study. I carefully built up their journey so people could easily relate and feel the pain of the older sister during her brother's sudden death.
You need to give the situation enough reason to feel utterly hopeless and devastating. Gradually cultivate the tension until it's ready to let loose.
⚫ Understanding the Use of Breadcrumbs.
Breadcrumbs in stories ensure you utilize the time you have to build up certain emotions around your characters.
At the beginning of my story, Jackie’s fate was already pitiable, but she survived every hurdle. This gave the readers enough to feel for her while still leaning away from the outcome. When I built enough, I introduced her brother's sudden death.
Hence, leave your breadcrumbs while leaning away from the outcome.
⚪ How to Properly Leave Breadcrumbs
When building up your story, consider these elements:
☞ Character Relatability: The characters need to be realistic to draw readers into the story. This helps readers invest themselves in your story.
☞ Realistic Emotional Pain: Just as characters need to be relatable, their emotions need to be realistic and not appear forced.
☞ Create a Strong Emotional Attachment: Give them something they care about or that has the power to ruin their lives in any way. It could be something that makes them happy or something their happiness relies on. When it's time, snatch it away without remorse.
☞ Have a Backstage Struggle: This struggle keeps readers occupied, so they won't see the outcome coming. For example, Jackie’s constant struggle to find food and shelter keeps readers engaged while the impending tragedy looms in the background.
☞ Attach Believable Elements: For a realistic character, emotion, and struggle, attach believable elements. It could be death, ailments, sickness, disorder, disappointment, failure, etc.
Now that we've covered the build-up, let's move on to the next crucial part.
2. Breaking the Dam
This is when you make your readers feel the strong emotions alongside your characters. All the tension you’ve been building up is released, making all emotions come into play.
☞ Break Your Strong Attachment: Cut off your strong attachment from your character when they least expect it or at a point when they couldn't use more struggles (i.e when they are helpless).
This will not only evoke readers’ emotions but also pique their curiosity as they wonder how the character will survive the situation.
☞ Description of Sensory Details to Invoke Emotions: The advice of "show, don't tell" will be really helpful here. It's crucial to ensure that the final execution matches the build-up.
A well-crafted build-up can fall flat if the emotional release isn't handled effectively. To avoid this, blend the climax seamlessly into the narrative, making it feel natural and impactful.
Hii! Thank you so much for your request @fawnqueenbrowsing !! I really liked this idea so I hope it lives up to your expectations : )
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"Mayday, mayday!"
Wukula x reader
Notes: Swear words, Short, Reader is gender neutral, reader is a scientist and apart of the resistance, reader is human, skulls so implied death, Reader is oblivious dude 😭 like how can you not notice someone watching you for a long ass time, Wukula has been following reader for about 3 days.
Humming to yourself you slowly made your way into the field lab, chucking your bag onto a nearby chair you quickly got to work on the computer, trying to see if you could find a safe signal to the resistance's temporary place. You had gotten lost due to the resistance's new hideout being attacked (why does that keep happening?) by the RDA and this...clan of na'v.i And of course luck wasn't on your side, you had lost your Comms, your only way of communication, gone! And now you were alone in the beautiful yet dangerous world of pandora, you were no goddamn soldier! You could barely hold your own against another human and so you were proper dead against a viper wolf. "Ugh!!" You groaned, placing a hand on your forehead. The damn computer ran out of juice!
Letting out a low long huff, you whipped around and charged outside. "Fuck!" You yelled into the wilderness, before dropping to the ground and crossing your legs. Being alone actually gave you a lot of time to voice your frustrations. So that was one positive to your miserable situation. You were stuck out here and even worse it was night right now. "Fuck me..." You whispered, holding your head in your hands. You were definitely going to die in a few days, rations were getting low, no comms, computers dead, and you had nothing to protect yourself. Oh, you were so screwed! "I need some damn food." You grumbled to yourself, you might as well be stuffed as a pig before you die.
Standing tall, you stretched your arms, before going back in to grab some grub. Grabbing your bag you quickly opened it and grabbed the ration packet but you paused. Your fingertips touched something unknown to you, something that was not in there earlier. Shifting the food under your armpit, you firmly grabbed the foreign object and lifted it up towards your face. Oh...Oh, that's a skull! A Na'vi skull at that..."Curious," You whispered in awe. It's a bit grousume, but you've always wanted to examine one of these. But the question still stands, how did it get here? Did someone put it in your bag before you left base as a surprise? Or did something else?
It was a question that ran around in your mind, it filled you with paranoia. Was there someone else here? But you quickly scrubbed that thought, no, you're alone out here, well not counting the hungry creatures that stalked outside. Sighing, you placed the skull on a nearby desk and sat down in the chair Infront of it. Eating will have to wait. Putting the ration down on the desk and sliding it to the back, you quickly got to work examining it. "I wonder what happened to you?" You murmured to yourself, a hand on your chin. There were no dents on the skull, nothing broken ontop, so most likely lower injuries. Chest or neck you presumed.
Moving your hand you looked out into the night, pandora was so beautiful at this time, you tilted your head to continue examining the object but something caught the corner of your eye, a blur of white and black..? "The hell.." You whispered before standing up and walking towards the entrance. Squinting, you saw a figure. A tall figure. A Na'vi? "Hello?" You called, reaching for your lighter in your front pocket. Was it one of the Sarentu? Oh, please let it be one of them you silently prayed. "Tamtey please tell me it's you!" You continued calling each of the Sarentu clan members names, even Nor! But the figure gave you no response, it merely stood there. Huffing slowly, you clicked on the lighter and extended your arm.
Ah... that's definitely not a Sarentu! ....It's one of the Na'vi that attacked the resistance! "Oh shit.." You breathed, stumbling backwards and nearly tripping over onto your bum, had they come to finish you off? And to your horror it decided to move, it stalked towards you before opening it's mouth. "Lu mawey, taw vrrtep," A husky voice rang out. Pausing, you quickly translated the words in your head, 'Be calm, sky demon.' "No! I will not be calm!" You sassed back, that made it chuckle as it stood at the doorstep, crouching down to get inside.
"Feisty," He cooed, leaning against a nearby wall. "Get out!" You hissed, waving your lighter at him as if it was gonna attack him or something. "No." He said firmly, his voice commanding. Turning away from you he looked at the skull on the desk. "So, you have gotten my gift." He smirked to which he received a scowl from you. "Who are you!?" You spat, cutting to the chase. He hummed, grabbing one of his blades and fiddled with it like it was a toy. "You are not in charge here!" He hissed. "You do not deserve the answers."
This was fucking horrifying. "Then what are you gonna do with me, huh? Gut me? I'd like to see you try." You shot back at him with a prideful gleam in your eye. He glared at you before slowly standing. "No." He answered simply, his hand lowering to his side though one of his blades were still in his hand. "Your struggle has sparked something within me," He started to explain. "You whine, like a child! Yet you get through it. You survive. That is a great skill." Crouching down Infront of you he slowly placed his blade down at your feet.
"I can save you from," A pause before his hand raised and gestured around you. "This. I will keep your belly full. I will give you gifts. I will give you the best facilities and weapons you could ever need. But," Another pause. "You will serve me. And only me."
Hello! SO, due to a scam, my og enchantedchocolatebars blog got deleted. 😿
However, all my works on ao3 are fine, and I'm slowly finding old pieces and saving them to my drafts with help from a friend / moot.
(Found a few on my own by checking my main, going on Wayback, and searching for reblogs on blogs that I believe reblogged my old works.)
But anyway, I'm making this post as a way to promote my blog and share what I write in order to find some old and new followers.
My ao3 account (I'll slowly be re-uploading the works on here and making the necessary edits on ao3. I also explained the situation in my profile.)
Google Doc for CARTOONS / SHOWS / MEDIA THAT I WRITE FOR! ❤️ ✏️ ❤️ ✏️ ❤️ ✏️ ❤️ (I take requests. Read the doc to learn more.)
Google Doc F / O 's List
Google Doc Kin List
thewaifuwhowrites - writing sideblog for this writing sideblog
(Not making this my pinned post, but I'll be reblogging it very frequently in order to spread it. A pinned post for my blog will come later when I find the links to add to it over time.)
