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Hi! I'm Llama and I'm a queer, disabled fic writer with chronic pain. 18+ only, please!
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A Dark Night at the University, Chapter 3: Zuko Has a History of Academic Rivalry

Zuko: YOU

Wan Shi Tong's Foxes, with paws held over their innocent foxy hearts: Moi?

Story Summary:

A missing professor. Stolen research notes. And a junior guardsman, on his first case. Uncle is so proud. AKA: accidentalGuard!Zuko AU. A Ba Sing Se crime noir where, instead of totally ignoring that Zuko stole a guard's swords to fight Jet, the guards gang press him into joining their Juvenile Delinquent Community Outreach Program. They're going to regret it. Zuko already does.
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Content Label: Mature: Sexual Themes

First Light by @my-cabbages-gorl Teaser for @avatar-year-of-the-dragon weekend Day 2 Prompt: "Have your way with me"

I didn't actually plan on writing any fic for this weekend's @avatar-year-of-the-dragon, buuut I've been knee-deep in some angsty-ass wips for Zukaang and figured these two (and my writing lol) deserved a fluffy smutty cozy one-shot break. Here's a snippet, will publish the whole thing this Saturday! They're in their early thirties/late twenties in this fic. Nsfw sexual themes below the cut. Also, dom!Aang need I say more Zukaang nation, rise 😈

We definitely need fluffy cozy smutty one-shots!

Content Label: Mature

Sexual themes

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lynzine

New plunnie: Azula was originally destined to teach Aang.

Why? In the intro we see Pakku (first waterbending teacher), the original design planned for Aang’s earthbending teacher (who was repurposed for Roku’s teacher), and Azula.

This is how plot bunnies propagate.

Hmm... that would be an interesting way to go... it'd take some real plot gymnastics to make it work, but hell, they did it with Zuko, who's to say they couldn't have done it with Azula?

Challenge accepted.

Azula realized that Zuko was going to defect and told her father. She was there for the confrontation with Zuko and Ozai while the GAang fought Mai and Ty Lee. But Ozai was furious with Azula for not only lying about Zuko killing the Avatar, but for failing to do it properly herself. And he knew that killing her in front of Zuko would hurt her brother as well.

Zuko redirects the lightning aimed at Azula, but not all of it because he’d been expecting an attack on himself, just like with Katara. Azula, on seeing Zuko collapse, seemingly dead, and her father with his hands sparkling with lightning, runs. (Retreats, is how she will later think of it.)

She knew how Zuko planned to escape so she took over his escape plan. When she spots the GAang fleeing she follows because whatever she decides next, knowing where they are will be powerful information.

As she tries to work out what to do next she realizes that she will never survive the war with Ozai in charge. No matter who wins (and it will obviously be the Fire Nation) she will be wanted and executed. She needs to take the throne if she wants to survive. And the Avatar is her best chance of deposing Ozai.

Her angle going in is revenge for her brother, which she thinks they will be more amenable towards than her taking the throne. And she really lays on the guilt of him planning to defect for them. But she realizes over time that she really DOES want revenge for Zuzu. Her stupid brother might have sparked things but Ozai was willing to kill her! Eventually he would have and her big brother wouldn’t have been there to die for her.

Some other possible variations on season 3, can’t say this is definitely where I’d go but it’s some thoughts I’ve had. Mai and Ty Lee either joining at Boiling Rock or becoming undercover agents. OR Azula doesn’t understand why they DON’T join her (it’s because Ozai has Zuko locked up somewhere and they know it, in which case Mai definitely fights them and Ty Lee might defect). Azula killing the man who killed Katara’s mother when Katara doesn’t. Tension between Iroh and Azula at the White Lotus camp, both blaming the other for Zuko’s apparent death.

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Anonymous asked:

could you do aang + zuko, "shit, are you bleeding?!" perhaps ? :)

“Watch out.”

“It’s fine,” Aang says, ignoring the water soaking the knees of his pants as he leans out over the reeds. “Look at how big it is! It just came here on its own? Oh, and the babies! They’re—”

“Watch out,” Zuko cautions again.

“—so cu—ow!” Aang yelps, snatching his hand back as the momma snapping turtle swan hisses again, beak poised. “Ow,” he repeats, huffing, ruefully shaking his bit fingers out as the baby turtle swans serenely bob around the reeds. So cute.

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Hey @zenzaaaaaaaaaaaa​, about that fanart… hope you like it! The happiest of holidays to you. <3

This style is way different than my usual (she says as if she’s drawn anything else this year), but I’ve been wanting to try it for a while.

If ya’ll aren’t reading the atla series no grave (hold my body) by ZenzaNightwing then you’re missing out!

There are a dozen here, and Zuko knows in the same way he knows when men lie that none of them deserve this kind of death, where a pyre will never scorch their bones.
 Zuko knows and he wants to      scream,    because he cannot save all of them. He is one child in the ocean, and he cannot ferry them all back, and he cannot leave them alone in the shadow of the behemoth above.
 They will die, if he leaves them now to bring the boat back, and they will die if he carries as many as he can back.
 They will die, and there will be nothing he can do about that.
 Nothing.
 Zuko refuses.

AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA

oh my god

oh

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god

it’s beautiful!!!!! 

The scalework! The hair! The water! The fabric! The bubbles! All of the flowing and just AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA-

Thank you so, so, so much for this utterly amazing gift. Thank you, thank you, thank you, thank you, a thousand times. Your art is absolutely magnificent!

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The Robot Apocalypse came. Cities are empty, you stayed since you’re almost out of insulin and will die soon anyway. The robots find you and while processing you one of them sees your insulin pump and asks if you want to apply for dual citizenship, since the pump technically makes you a cyborg.

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Suddenly all the people with prosthetics, wheelchairs, implants, and the like are getting the accommodations and help they need without having to be poor or locked away in a care center. This is an apocalypse I can get behind!

The other survivors left us behind.

They said it was nothing personal—the bus could only fit so many people, after all, and escape would be hard enough without “dead weight” dragging them down.

We understood. The world was ending, not changing.

“Shouldn’t we be looking for shelter or something?” Samantha asked as we sat around a garbage-can fire. (Tao was experienced in making them, from what we gathered, and the flames had grown in no time. We tried to ask him how he knew what to do. He responded, but none of us knew sign language.)

Hank snorted. “What’s the point? Not like we’ll make it long, anyway.” He rubbed the spot beneath his shirt where we knew his insulin pump to be. “Least, I won’t. You folks are welcome to try.”

No one spoke for quite a while. No one got up, either.

Maria garbled something that I couldn’t make out. Antonio, one of the only able-bodied to stay behind, smiled and patted the armrest of her wheelchair. “It is kind of like camping,” he said. “All we need is some marshmallows.”

“I’ve never been camping,” Dwayne said quietly.

Samantha grinned. “Hey, me neither!” She held her prosthetic at arms-length so she could reach past me to give him a high-five. He chuckled and slapped his palm against hers.

“Well,” Monique said, hobbling back to our makeshift camp. She was using what appeared to be a broom as a crutch. “I’m officially on my last leg.” She waggled her eyebrows, and we groaned.

“Anyway, I didn’t find any water,” she continued. “There’s some Mountain Dew cases over at the gas station, but I’ll need help carrying them back. Doesn’t help that this one got stuck under some debris.” She gestured down at her stump, which cut off just below the knee. The plastic of her other leg was scuffed and dented.

“Ya know,” Hank said, “if it was real, ya probably would’ve had ta chew it off or something. Guess you’re lucky, huh?”

Monique laughed humorlessly. “Yeah. Real lucky.”

Tao startled us with his sudden chuckling. He bent over, wheezing and slapping his knee. He signed something, and began laughing even harder.

We looked to each other, unsure. Then we joined in. Hesitantly, at first, but soon we were clutching our sides and wiping away tears. And for a moment, we could forget.

All of us heard the familiar whirring of robots as they approached.

Through our laughter, none of us cared.

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They scanned Hank first. We braced ourselves for the blaster fire that would inevitably follow.

But none came.

“IMPLANT DETECTED,” the bot said, beam stopping on Hank’s abdomen. “PROTOCOL-13163 INITIATED. WILL YOU ACCEPT?”

Hank glanced at us, then back at the robots who had spotlights and guns trained on each member of the group. Then he shrugged.

“Sure. Why not?”

“YOUR DESIGNATION IS NOW FL-237. YOU SHALL BE ESCORTED TO THE REPAIR BAY FOR MODIFICATIONS.” Two bots took place on either side of Hank, urging him towards their transport.

The treatment was a stark contrast to what we’d witnessed from the robots before—gunning down terrified people in the streets, setting charges throughout populated areas. We exchanged confused looks.

Dwayne was next. The scanner stopped on his head, focusing on the lump housing his shunt.

“IMPLANT DETECTED. PROTOCOL-13163 INITIATED. WILL YOU ACCEPT?”

“…yes?”

“YOUR DESIGNATION IS NOW FL-238. YOU SHALL BE ESCORTED TO THE REPAIR BAY FOR MODIFICATIONS.”

As they took Dwayne away, realization hit us all at once.

“IMPLANT DETECTED,” the bot said, in reference to the devices curled around Tao’s ears. “PROTOCOL-13163 INITIATED. WILL YOU ACCEPT?”

Tao signed something. Unlike us, the robot understood.

“YOUR DESIGNATION IS NOW FL-239…”

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“WILL YOU ACCEPT?”

Hell yeah,” Monique said with a grin.

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“WILL YOU ACCEPT?”

“Yes,” Samantha said, and I thought I noticed tears in her eyes.

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“WILL YOU ACCEPT?”

Maria’s limbs flailed spastically, and a strange shrieking sound built in the back of her throat. The bot cocked its head to the side.

“RESPONSE UNCLEAR. PLEASE STAND BY WHILE ALTERNATE COMMUNICATION IS PROVIDED.”

Another robot stepped forward, its torso transforming into a holographic keyboard of sorts. Maria’s clenched fist shot forward, trembling as she attempted to steady it. With labored, deliberate movements, she typed, the letters spoken aloud in an automated tone.

“Y-E-S.”

“YOUR DESIGNATION IS NOW FL-242. YOU SHALL BE ESCORTED TO THE REPAIR BAY FOR MODIFICATIONS.” Two bots took their place on either side of her wheelchair, each of them gripping a handlebar. They began to wheel her away.

The bot turned to Antonio, who was standing ramrod-straight. It scanned him.

“NO IMPLANTS DETECTED,” it said. Its blaster hummed to life. Those of us that remained flinched, turning away instinctively, unwilling to watch his execution.

A series of shrieks rang through the night, and the bot paused.

Maria thrashed about, letting out more distressed noises. One of her escorts stepped forward, allowing her to utilize its keyboard.

“A-C-C-O-M-O-D-A-T-I-O-N,” she said. “H-E. I-S. E-X-T-E-N-S-I-O-N.”

The bot seemed to consider for a moment.

Then its gun folded away.

“ACCOMODATION PROTOCAL INITIATED,” it told Antonio. “YOUR DESIGNATION IS NOW FL-242B. PLEASE ACCOMPANY YOUR PRIMARY UNIT.”

Antonio stumbled forward, then fell to his knees before the wheelchair. He wrapped his sister in a shuddering hug.

Over his shoulder, I caught a glimpse of Maria’s face, and I could swear I saw her smile.

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My pacemaker was enough to earn me a spot among the bots’ ranks. I was surprised by just how many humans lived in the facility (though in hindsight, perhaps I shouldn’t have been)—I was even more surprised by our treatment. Not having use of recharging stations, we were provided with bunks and dorms. The cafeteria, while somewhat lacking in options, offered all of the nutrition a carbon-based lifeform could ask for.

And then there were the upgrades.

“Real lucky, huh?” Monique said, taking the seat beside me in the cafeteria. Her robotic legs moved smoothly, fluidly. (“You can’t even notice,” she’d said upon first receiving them, before remembering that there were no longer any stares or judgement to hide from.)

Damn lucky,” Hank agreed. (If we hadn’t been processed when we were, he would’ve been dead within a week. Here, insulin was never in short supply; as it turned out, it wasn’t nearly as expensive to make as we’d been led to believe.)

Samantha twirled a fork between her fingers, smiling at the satisfying click-click-click of metal on metal. “Hey, Dwayne, how’d your checkup go?”

“Great!” he said, beaming. “This new shunt works even better than my last one. Not a single problem since they put it in.”

Congratulations, Tao signed. He was no longer emaciated, as he’d been when we first met—regular meals and a roof over his head really had done wonders for his health. His smile, of course, was infectious as ever.

Antonio approached, carrying his and Maria’s trays. He wore the uniform of a maintenance tech, though it was more of a formality than anything else—being responsible for the upkeep of Maria’s machinery was one of the only ways he could fulfill his Accommodation Protocol, nowadays.

Did you remember the pudding? Maria asked, her automated voice clear and pleasant. (We couldn’t begin to understand the exact mechanics behind the chip in her head, and how it allowed her to speak—albeit through a machine. Nor could we understand the technology that enabled her to operate her wheelchair independently, as well. But we did know we were grateful for it.)

Antonio rolled his eyes. “A ‘thanks’ would be nice.”

Thank you. Now gimme.

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I did wonder, occasionally, how the other survivors were faring. If they had found a place to hide from their robotic overlords. If they felt hopeless and abandoned and alone. Their lives had changed drastically overnight—their world had ended.

But ours? Ours is just beginning. And the ones that left us behind just…don’t have a place in it.

It’s nothing personal.

I’m sure they understand.

Omg that last line gave me chills

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Evil-Mart provides a vast array of tools and gadgets that is essential for the common villain-of-the-week. You work as a cashier there. Unfortunately all your coworkers mysteriously called in sick today, so you alone have to handle the long line of increasingly disgruntled customers.

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Everyone has that one story about the time EVERYONE called in sick and they had to work a shift totally alone. Mine was a little different, though.

See, I work at Evil-Mart. It’s actually a really good job – benefits are top notch, pay is excellent, and management really cares about the wellbeing of employees. For good reason – most of us are, if not family, certainly part of the Family. All the staff are from the families of henchmen and minor villains. It’s easier for everyone that way.

Unfortunately, while the official ‘bad guys’ excel in many areas, catering isn’t one of them.  I don’t know why, but it’s just not something we’re good at. Anyway, there was a big team dinner for Evil-Mart one night, to celebrate the store’s tenth anniversary. And the next day, nearly the whole staff were out with food poisoning. And by nearly the whole staff, I mean … well, it went like this.

I was on the opening shift, and usually when I get there, there’s already two supervisors there. This time… nothing. The door was still locked. I knocked a few times, then called the front desk. Still nothing.

The third time I called, a voice answered that I didn’t recognize. “Who is this?”

“Rebecca Kahn, I – “

She sounded like she was about to cry. “Are you calling in sick too?”

“No, but the door’s locked and I can’t get in.”

“You’re here? At the store?”

“Yes, and I only have two minutes or I’ll be late clocking in and – “

“Wait right there! I’ll be right down!” The phone slammed down, and a couple of minutes the door swung open. “Thank God!” the woman exclaimed. I vaguely recognised her from meetings, but we’d never spoken before, but now she grabbed my hands and squeezed them as if I was a long lost friend. “Did you have a special meal last night?”

At that point, light began to dawn. “Yes. Knuckles Levy from the warehouse and I both had the kosher meal.”

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Black King, White Knight (New Fic Universe)

I have a new ship and it’s all @useless-empty-brain‘s fault! This started out as an Iorveth/Roche fic, but now it’s turned into an Isengrim series featuring Isengrim/Eldain.

Warnings: The first fic has some really, really dubious consent stuff going on. If that bothers you, please don’t continue, ‘cause it’s... pretty sketch. In a porny and feelingsy way.

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WiP Wednesday

This bit is from my as of yet unnamed new Isendain fic. It's a sort of sequel to Five Cheesy Pickup Lines That Didn't Work (And One That Did) set several years after that one. It's simply labeled Date-Cation.

Isengrim was a strategist. He knew how to work with what he had to get the best possible outcome - it's just who he was, and people knew this.

So why was he losing so badly?

Eldain tapped the bottom edge of his cards against Geralt's table, watching Isengrim look between the cards in his hand and the ones already laid out on the tabletop. Isengrim looked leagues away - unfocused with pupils the size of coins and breathing just slightly erratic.

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Ooooh, so curious how Isengrim will get tormented XD

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I despise Uther but I think it would be hilarious if, when Merlin is utterly exhausted and running on 3 days no sleep and no food while trying to save Arthur from yet another enchantment, Uther stops him to ask where Arthur is and Merlin just. stops. Looks Uther dead in the eye. And goes "I'm about to go save his royal behind AGAIN, because he's utterly useless and how tf did he live this long?!" And runs off. And OF COURSE Uther follows him because WHAT. Pt 1

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omg this amazing. Tbh Uther and Merlin are honestly a hilarious duo. Here you go:

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I blame discord for this

but uh... I might now ship Eliza (Roche’s mom) with Duny and Pavetta when they were secretly meeting before her betrothal banquet (and yes, I am merging Netflix canon with game canon. It’s gonna be a mess). Like, it started with Eliza (for some reason in the Erlenwald forest area and/or near the capital???) being someone who would provide them a private and discrete place where they could meet without trouble. But like, Pavetta is 14 (and we shall not think too much about that, but seriously Sapko, why are all the women underage when they have babies?) and Duny is... fuck, I’m gonna have to go make timelines behave with each other ugh. At any rate, they’re young and shy and also, Duny is a hedgehog, so like, neither has experience. So Eliza teaches them how to have sex and what’s fun and what’s not or what you should talk to each other about first and everything.

And no one thinks anything of it until Eliza gets pregnant? Nah jk, I don’t hc Emhyr as Roche’s dad, but it would be funny for a crack au.

Anyway, this has made me think about Pavetta and Duny and the fics I had planned for them when the Witcher Netflix ‘verse held my full fixation (now it’s mostly on the games) and 1) I adore Pavetta and she needs more love. The relationship between her and Calanthe is so interesting and complex and they just fundamentally do not understand each other, and loving someone you don’t understand ends with hurt more often than not.

But 2) this is my all time favorite fic I have written about Pavetta. It was for the Banned Together Bingo and I had a lot of fun with it lmao. 

Calanthe discovers that her daughter has a habit of drawing rather explicit art. For the Banned Together Bingo prompt "Porn". Set before Episode 4: Of Banquets, Bastards, and Burials

It’s rated M for discussed themes, but nothing else happens. Just Calanthe discovering her daughter is a furry.

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-So Hardison gets rich playing the stock market as a teen in Nana’s basement. Mostly because the professor at the college econ classes he’s taking for extra credit said he couldn’t.

-By the time he’s graduating highschool at 18 he is filthy rich. (WhatLikeItsHard.gif) He has paid off Nana’s medical bills and her house and went over to the college to gloat a little and decided he doesn’t actually need to go to college when he’s already, you know, doing what he does.

-But he doesn’t wanna keep taking up Nana’s basement when he has heard her having to turn down emergency placements because there’s not enough room. 

-So he moves out. Into a giant mansion, because why not. He has everything. A pool. A fancy kitchen. A shower with like 16 sprays that massage your back perfectly. A hallway with a giant fancy staircase. A whole room dedicated to his computer setup, with all the latest gadgets. A special wine fridge he stocked full of orange soda. A damn fireplace in his bathroom.

-A lot of empty rooms. And quiet. Like, creepy-quiet. Right-before-the-killer-grabs-you-in-the-hallway quiet. He nearly jumps out of his skin when he forgets there is a mirror at the end of one of the hallways. His shriek echoes through the empty house.

-He considers getting a cat for one second but remembers he’s allergic. And it would probably just startle him even more. He gets a few roombas, but even with the giant googly eyes they don’t fill the space as much as he’d hoped. So instead he places an ad online for roommates. 

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Bright Orange

This is my gift for the Novigrad Market exchange for @bard-llama. I went with sex pollen and (kinda) drunken confessions because Aiden is affected by the pollen. I really hope you enjoy this!

18+ under the cut, warnings: sex pollen so mild dubcon, though they talk about consent before Aiden is really gone. 2900 words.

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It seems like they’ve been going at this spriggan for ages, but the bastard is finally slowing down. Lambert grips his silver sword tighter and hacks at the back of it’s legs, catching it in a way that makes it stagger. Aiden is attacking from the front, his own sword flashing as he slashes at the beast. It’s starting to sway, and Lambert knows it won’t take much more to take it out. He holds his attack, waiting for Aiden to distract it so he can plunge his sword through the heart.

Only before he gets his chance, there’s a burst of orange, and Aiden starts choking. He drops to his knees as he coughs, but Lambert moves to finish off the spriggan before it can catch him off guard. One final stab it all it takes, and then the creature falls to the forest floor, twitching as death takes it. Lambert makes sure it’s dead but then turns towards his friend, who is coughing and spitting on the ground.

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Idea:

Medusa wasn’t Cursed with Snake Hair and Scales.

She Already had Snake Hair and Scales and was still the hottest lady the Gods have ever seen.

To be fair Medusa is supposedly one of the three Gorgon sisters, so it makes sense that there would be a family resemblance

Yeah that’s why I had to post this

I’ve read too many stories where it’s like “she’s a Gorgon” then near the end of the story they say “she was cursed with snake hair and features”

And I’m just like “…Wait.”

I think the only thing she was truly cursed with were the eyes that turn people to stone

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someone draw beautiful medusa with scales and snake hair before being cursed p le a s e

I already had a little idea in my head so…

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The men yell, “she’s a monster! She should be hunted down and killed”. They’ve said it before, they’ve tried it before. She steals women and devours them, the men yell. “She comes in the night and takes women away when they’re on a half-awake wander to the chamber pot or a drink of water. She steals them away to her lair and devours them whole. Why else do women not return?”

The women whisper, “she’s a savior. She should be sought for sanctuary and love.” They whisper it around the well whenever they see the shadows of a bruise on their friends’ bodies. Whenever someone who once was vivacious and bright is now dull and flinches from friendly touches. “Go in the night,” they say, “when he’s so drunk he sleeps heavily. Take only what he won’t notice is missing. Don’t worry about clothes or food, she will provide. You will be cared for. Why would you want to return?”

She says, “welcome home. You will be safe here,” with a soft smile and softer eyes. The snakes that curl around her head are more colors than you’ve ever seen in your life. She tilts her head as she takes in your bundle of precious items, the bruises on your arm, your face, around your neck. A cloud passes over her face and the sun, and you see the snakes are black. The look passes, the cloud moves away, the sun strikes the snakes again and they’re a shifting array of colors again. “Come, meet your sisters,” she says, gesturing as she turns and you look to see dozens of women coming out of the cave, smiling and happy. The group comes forward, splitting to either side of you, leaving a path to the cave and a path behind you leading back. “Welcome, you’re safe.” You step forward, peace settling into your heart. You will never return.

I love these stories about Medusa that go against the common myths

The men at the drinking party sat around laughing at the younger man. “You mean to tell us that a woman was beating her husband? Ha! What a jokester you are.”

“You are probably just too embarrassed to admit you got that black eye from doing something stupid.”

“Besides even if you were telling the truth, just be a man and fight back! Or have you no guts at all? We all know your wife is a spitfire but she is still a woman, and you are a man.”

The young man was used to these responses from the older men of the village, to the point that his heart was turned to stone from it. His wife, whom he had been arranged to marry, was not like most of the other women he had met in his life. She was cruel and truly wicked and often drunk. She took advantage of the young man’s youth and lack of experience. Even if the people thought that she was a weak woman, she knew that she was stronger than her young husband, who had less strength than a hungry dog. And of course, no one would believe that a woman could overpower a young man like that.

On this day however, the young man decided to take a chance. He approached the well where he had often seen one woman in particular talking to the women who had vanished only a day or two before then, and she was there today.

“Excuse me. I have a quick question for you.”

The woman, who was just pulling her bucket out of the well turned to him somewhat surprised. “Yes?”

“Is…is it true…what the women whisper about the Gorgon in the woods…that…she helps women whose husbands beat them?”

The woman seemed suspicious of him at first, “Where did you hear that?”

“I just…” the man looked around nervously before removing the bandages from his face to show her his purple-ringed eye and swollen lip.

The woman hesitated before repeating the words she often did to many others, “ Go in the night,” she said, “when he-…she is so drunk he sleeps heavily. Take only what she won’t notice is missing. Don’t worry about clothes or food, she will provide. You will be cared for. Why would you want to return?”

Before the young man could even thank her, his wife stormed up behind him, “What are you doing talking to another woman!?”

The young man hesitated before the woman at the well said, “He saw me struggling with my bucket and came to help me. Nothing more.”

“I see.” his wife grumbled, clearly still skeptical.

A few nights later, the young man fled. He was quiet and stealthy, until he got to the forest, where he quickly pushed forward into a sprint. He ran and ran, doing his best to remember the directions to the place that promised safety.

Once at last he came across the cave, he stood panting at its mouth before taking his first steps in. He soon found himself in a big lit chamber, women whom he had recognized as from his same village sat around. Some drinking and eating, others playing games, others braiding each other’s hair. But when he entered, they all looked up at him, some in surprise, others in shock, or fear.

“What is a man doing here?” they whispered, “Has the village sent a mercenary after Medusa?” “Are we no longer safe here?” the whispers grew into an almost deafening cacophony of the same hopelessness he felt back in the village. Surely, he thought, these women who are fearful of their husbands would not want to welcome a man among them. Perhaps I should have stayed at home, and let them be.

However, when he turned to leave, he found himself face to face with the gorgon woman. Her eyes seemed to pierce deep into his very soul, as if to weed through the annals of his true self.

His mind raced, trying to think of what to say to defend himself against this protector of women, to justify his entrance into this blessed sanctuary for the broken and beaten. But before he could part his lips, she spoke.

“Fear not my sisters. Look upon the wounds on his face. He too has come hear for safety from violence. Look into his eyes. He is afraid and hurt, as many of you were when you first came to me. Young man, you are welcome here, for this is a place of safety from cruelty. I know all too well that the hardships of life do not discriminate those of whom they strike against. Come, to your new home, and meet your sisters. Come and be safe.”

She gently took his bundles and began to carry them away, and when she looked back at him to see if he was following, he felt her eyes peer deep inside him, and begin to shed away the stone that had encased his heart.

(I hope you like this addition because male abuse victims also need happy endings.)

Oh my gosh…

This is such a beautiful and tearjerking addition

Thank you

The fact that this version of her reverts stone back to people:

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work in progress wednesday - leverage ot3 style

It’s Hardison who kisses him first.

Which, really, hadn’t been what he’d thought would happen. Not that he’d thought that this would happen at all – but if someone had said that Hardison would make the first move? He’d have bet against them in a heartbeat.

But when it happens, it’s easy as breathing.

“Alright, I’m goin’ –“

A hand rests between his shoulder blades, and before he really even clues in to what’s happening, Hardison’s lips are pressed against his cheek. They’re soft, and just this side of chapped. It’s easy to tilt his cheek and accept it, a half smile curling at his lips at the touch. And then he freezes, hands stilling in their work, thick fingers suddenly clumsy on the orange he’s segmenting, because Hardison is kissing him, Hardison is kissing him –

The hand in the middle of his back presses as Hardison levers himself back up, just enough for him to feel it, and then Hardison is gone. Eliot watches as he goes to Parker and dips to do the same, pressing a kiss to her cheek with that easy affection, smooth as anything. Parker’s nose wrinkles when she smiles, but not in the bad way, instead in the way that says she’s not-so-secretly quite pleased about the whole thing. Eliot can’t quite stop gaping as Hardison heads for the door, winding a scarf around his neck, bag bumping against his hip as he walks.  

“Bring back donuts!” Parker calls. Hardison waves a hand flippantly behind him, and then he’s gone, and Eliot’s still staring.

Parker eyes him, then the orange in his hands. “Are you going to eat that, or can I have it?”

And just like that, the spell is broken. Eliot scowls, but he breaks off three segments anyways. Her fingers are light when she takes them, her smile cheeky, like she knows he’ll give her whatever she asks for.

He tells himself that he’s just trying to encourage her to eat less sugary crap. It doesn’t quite work.

But then Sophie comes back into the room, dragging behind her a bin of outfits, and Parker bounces over to find him the worst thing to wear, he swears to god –

And he forgets about it, for a little while.

(But just for a little while.)

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