Tags:Hurt/comfort, Pure O and PTSD, intrusive thoughts, mental illness, therapy, animal abuse (past), sexual assault (past and poss. present), violence, nonsexual BDSM, Efnisien is his own warning, chronic illness (see the fic for a more comprehensive list of tags).
Summary:“Imagine me deciding to feel bad about everything I’ve ever done, and then imagine what kind of life I’ll have. Because I’m not brave enough to live in some fucked up eighteen-hundreds-style purgatory. I’d rather die.There’s no one who wants me, and there’s no one who will. Which is exactly what someone like me deserves, isn’t it?” A story about a broken boy, who is learning how not to break everything else around him.
Tags:Dubcon, age gap, traumatic history, hurt/comfort, contemporary AU, set in Australia, sensuality, ageism, older Augus / younger Mosk (See fic for more tags)
Summary: Mosk Manytrees works as a cynical, tired nursery hand at a native plant nursery. When Augus Each Uisge turns up, looking for a rare kangaroo paw (a plant) not yet on the market, Mosk can’t wait to get rid of him. After all, the guy is in his fifties, and everything about that is just gross, right? But Mosk has to work much harder to convince himself of that, this time around. (Part 2 of As Green as the Ragged Grass)
In which Mosk visits Augus’ house to deliver two rare kangaroo paws (a type of plant) to him, and Augus is determined to not let Mosk escape unscathed.
x_x lot of Elsword stuff to translate this week + life so progress on the light novel isn’t too fast at the moment. (Now I even got my hands on Pokemon Moon OTL).
But hey I managed to finish chapter 1 today :D.
My rough estimate for volume 7 completion is mid December though.
character(s): draco malfoy | narcissa malfoy | lucius malfoy | asterope malfoy ( oc ) | maeve macleod ( oc ) | molly weasley | fred weasley | ron weasley | george weasley | ginny weasley | percy weasley | ollivander | elias black ( oc )
warning(s): main character ( asterope malfoy ) suffers from a ptsd flashback, minor violence recalled through flashback | draco malfoy is a kid and surrounded by his family thus he acts differently than how we see him act through harry’s perspective
summary: With the arrival of their Hogwarts letter, it meant that the Malfoy twins were off to Diagon Alley. Asterope Malfoy, marred by an encounter with a werewolf, has been the shame of her family so a trip to Diagon Alley meant being left in the care of their Squib maid. However, she will soon find out that being left with the Squib maid meant she could get away with things that her parents would never let her do like befriending the Weasleys and getting a pet cat.
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“I wonder what kind of wand Draco’s gonna get,” Mae says to Aurelia.
She shrugs her shoulders, studying her wand “M'not sure, probably something boring.”
Mae laughs and shakes her head “you seem real impressed with that wand of yours, wee moon.”
“Oh, I am,” Aurelia says, “I think Draco should be at Madam Maulkin’s right now, can we go there … I wanna rub it in his face that my wand is cooler than his is!”
“I don’t think he’s got his wand yet, wee moon,” Mae says.
“So, why would that stop me from bragging about my wand?”
“What if his wand ends up being cooler than yours?”
… Neville smiles back at her “I’ve always seen you as a good person.”
She gives him an appreciative smile “I know, Plant Boy,” she places both her hands against Neville’s chubby cheeks and adds in a a much softer tone, “Thank you.”
Neville inhales sharply, leaning forward and eyes fluttering shut, he wants to kiss her so badly. Aurelia smiles at the serene expression of Neville’s face before leaning in and kissing his nose then she quickly pulls away. Neville grins goofily, placing his hand over her bandaged hand and suddenly Aurelia’s eyes widen and she pulls away, jumping to her feet “Oh, shit!”
… “Dying is easy … Much easier than what I’m going through now.”
“You don’t have to face this on your own,” Neville says, “I’m here for you … So is Olivia, Susan, and Hannah. You never have to go through this alone, we can help … I want to help.”
Aurelia smiles sadly, wishing more than anything she can tell him everything (he’d certainly change his mind then!), she leans over and kisses his cheek “Thank you.” …
It is not like Éowyn to be late, Théoden mused. Then, taking a deep draw from the goblet in his hand, he reconsidered. Is it? Who am I to know?
She had grown into a woman before his eyes, and yet he had no memory of the change. Not for the first time in the past weeks, he cursed Grima Wormtongue under his breath. His mind and body had been all but stolen, and now his dear niece seemed a stranger to him.
As did her brother.
The king peered at his nephew across the table. The boy—the man, Théoden corrected himself—favored his father so greatly a quick glance found them indistinguishable. But he did not speak with the ease and familiarity that Théoden had shared with Éomund, who had been his brother in heart long before marriage had reunited the branches of the House of Eorl by law. The King had dared to hope for something similar for his son and nephew—one to wisely rule the realm and the other to bravely defend it. Alas, fate was a fickle mistress.
Dark days had hardened his nephew, no longer a foolhardy youth but instead a stern commander of his éored. Upon joining the table, Éomer had greeted the king with manners befitting a Marshal of the Mark, delivered reports on the comings and goings of Rohan’s riders, and then fallen silent as he focused on filling his goblet and savoring its contents.
It had not always been like this. How had they fallen so far?
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… “"You better not be encouraging Camilo’s antics, mi pequeña luciérnaga, you know that your Tía Pepa won’t like that.”
She hadn’t been playing games with Camilo today, he had recently been blessed by the Casita and his gift was that of shapeshifting. Herself, little Mirabel, and Camilo had been having a blast with his gift, much to everyone’s chagrin, since his birthday.
Moerai shrugs her shoulders nonchalantally “Tía Pepa doesn’t scare me, papá! ‘Sides, I don’t mind her storms.”
HELLO ALL! I’ve finally uploaded the first three chapters of my first book, a retelling of the Pretender AND started my new series, RE:Animorphs, based on the Sario Effect.
Hey! Back with another update! Sorry for the wait! with this chapter we officially have the first arc done with! Hope you can stick with me through the others! There will be another break between chapters as I plan and start writing again. Life is getting busy and completely changing for me, so as I adjust I’ll be taking some time away from this.
Keith had come to Altea with a few ideas about what his wedding night would be like. They centered around two scenarios created before he knew Shiro personally. The first scenario was the one that scared him the most. It was the traditional route where Keith was required to lay back and spread his legs. There were few ways for him to get out of it and most of them left a bitter taste in his mouth and consequences he couldn’t avoid. He could assault his spouse and face dire repercussions or lay back and listen to the training from the academy (he was scared that was his default, to escape into the back of his mind to avoid the pain of what was happening to him).
It could have also gone down the disinterested route which, in theory, sounded wonderful. But all it did was fill Keith with an unease: unease and a deep hatred for himself because he should have strived for this scenario, not feel shame for being rejected. It made him feel like the deca-phoeb he spent conforming to the academy had truly worked against him. He pretended to play with their rules but in the end maybe he had been truly listening to them after all.
He hadn’t thought his wedding night would include Shiro, a rather giant bed and room with an armful of blankets.
He was already cantering through the aisle before she had her butt in the saddle. Sanna heaved herself into position and took a firm grip on the bucking strap, pressing herself down against his neck as he shot out of the barn, willing herself to stop shaking.
“Hup!” The command was all he needed. The peg took three gigantic strides, wings snapping open. Sanna barely had time to screech in surprise before they exploded into the air. Semrah rocketed straight up, wings straining, wind roaring. She’d seen her mother’s famous takeoffs, but she’d never imagined it felt like this. The speed!! Sanna swore her stomach was still sitting on the grass.
After only a handful of wild, terrifying seconds, Semrah leveled off and Sanna could get her bearings. Far below, the herd circled nervously. Holli and Rorek were specks around the herd’s edges, fighting to keep the panicking broadwings together. Sanna even glimpsed one of the flightless foals, struggling to keep up with its frightened dam. And there, only a little below and about forty yards to one side—there were the lightning fish. From this angle, they were all rippling silver scales and sharp frills, flapping sails and long, horrible teeth.
Sanna burst through the door, “Get ready you big ol’ bastard!! I’mma fly you and you’re gonna let me!”
In a trice she was in the stall and throwing the saddle up onto his back. Semrah’s ears flattened, his crest up, beak snapping — he was tense, he sensed the danger outside. He even tried to kick her, but Sanna was used to dodging by now. The stall seemed to shake around her as his hoof dug splinters out of the wall.
As she clambered up onto Semrah’s back, he reached back to bite her with that cruel beak. Sanna, hands full of feathers and unable to dodge, steeled herself and shouted, “NO.” She tried to use the tone Holli did—deep and angry and commanding. Like when she tried to climb on the roof that one time. “Semrah, STOP!!”
The peg snorted, but stopped, looking at her with something like suspicion. It was enough. Sanna snapped the buckles and swarmed up onto his back like a squirrel up a tree, hauling herself into the saddle with fistfuls of wing feathers.
“Apel can do it,” roared Holli. She was too far away to have heard any of what Sanna said, too far away to see her husband’s face, but their hesitation told her everything. “She only needs to hold on!”
But as Sanna reached for Apel’s crest, determined to mount up and be the hero, the stallion danced away, circling behind Rorek and pressing his beak against the man’s shoulder. Sanna clenched her fists and looked up again, first at her father and then at the monsters overhead.
“He won’t leave me.” Rorek’s voice was unnaturally calm, though his eyes tightened with fear.
Holli reached them, short of breath and tense in every line of her tanned body, but she had seen and understood everything that had happened. She cut in with a sharp tone, ”You gotta go get Semrah.”
Semrah.
“But—” A little bubble of panic swelled up in her chest and Sanna tried not to show how scared she was. “I can’t even touch him!”
“Yes you can. You have to.” Holli’s hand caught Sanna’s and held it tightly. Her eyes were hard, but held a gleam of something. Pride? “You can do this.” She believed it. She had to believe it, or she wouldn’t say it. Sanna took a deep breath, puffing out her chest, and nodded resolutely. Then like a shot she was gone, sprinting for all she was worth back across the pasture.
PS - Apologies for the long delay on these and on responding to asks. I’ve just moved halfway across the United States! But things will be returning back to normal.
