Leavah

PREVIEW: A Requiem for Him
          • Gachiakuta
          • Enjin × GN Reader
          • SFW, MCD, Heavy angst
          
          Drip, drip, drop.
          
          Splattering puddles pattered against sunken tires, sputtering into tiny droplets across the dirt - seeping into nothingness. Moistened dust and debris decorated a pathway to no man's land. Unstable grounds, unstable rules; the fabled No Man's Land - its name to be believed, not to be taken for granted. 
          
          The Pit howls at all times of the day. An ear-blistering combination of a gurgled cry and waning wind. 
          
           
          
          It bleeds.
          
           
          
          The shallow wisp of mortality lowers with every breath. Every inhale. Every exhale of such a toxic environment staled the inner system, rottened its core. An air so void, so endangered, to mankind that naught should press further into the direction you headed. The bleakness was all-consuming, terrifyingly so. A wasteland with a sole purpose to devour, never harbour.
          
          Those mountainous heaps of trash only made the trip more dangerous. Each step rung alarm bells across your mind, and the rain simply added to the hazard.
          
          It wasn't your first trip into No Man's Land and certainly wasn't your last. The purpose of your journey included scouting individuals who dared to make the same path as your own. Wandering aimlessly in this trash heap dulled your senses, stained your clothes and wasted away your sanity. Time? A forgotten byproduct.

Hihii long time no update heh.....
          
          A long term project I have in mind is setting up a shop with my works as purchasable fanfic anthologies. That's defo an idea at the back of my mind but certainly doable since I now have reasonable experiencing in printing and typesetting ^^;
          
          Another thing, I will no longer be posting my nsfw works onto Wattpad - purely because I've logged back in after an entire year to see basically half my works removed under the Explicit Sexual Content guidelines. It's fine, though, since these were reposted works from my AO3 account @Leavah so if you wish to keep reading my nsfw content, search me there c: If you saw works disappear from your reading lists, that'll be why.
          
          New content will be slow to upload as I'm getting busier irl and focussing more on game writing rather than fanfic writing. I have OC stories building up and occupying my attention so I may or may not drop a story or two about them as well.
          
          Hope all is well, and tysm to the new and old readers still finding and favouriting my stuff  For anyone curious, I'm now in the Gachiakuta fandom ^^;

Can't believe ur getting less and less views now

Not writing hyv characters anymore unless it's paid commissions. Too much of a problematic company 

Just refinished Kunikuzushi. The ending is writen so good that it made me cry once again. Even if i already knew the ending i hoped to see y/n and Scaramouche together at the end when i started to the first chapter. But the angst one is still good too. I'm thanking and congratulating you for writing such a good fic. 

PREVIEW: To Gift a Stellaron
          • Honkai: Star Rail
          • Blade × GN Reader
          
          At long last, it appeared as though you were finally making progress, breaking through that ice-cold shell of a Stellaron Hunter and communicating with him at a reasonable level. Blade hadn't moved an inch since your questions just kept coming. He shot you a glare from the corner of his eye, eyelids low and eyes sharps as they sliced through your body like a weapon. He refrains from turning around but silently admits to himself that there is a subtle hint of curiosity lingering as he awaits your question. 
          
          Despite how obviously impolite it was for him to face the opposing direction, Blade's ears were keen and listening. "Are you allowed to share anything you might know about my memories?" Then his eyes defer elsewhere, repeating your words in his mind and pondering how to respond.
          
          "No."
          "...Care to elaborate?"
          
          The stagnant answer caused you to cross your arms in disappointment, not content with such a dry answer. Knowing how awful Blade is when it comes to communication, you expected some level of decency at least when it came to discussing memories - something you both seem to lack.
          
          Once again, he pauses. Little by little, you started to think that he does this on purpose in an attempt to lead you on through meaningless anticipation. Perhaps he did need to elaborate, but would he? That's the golden question. The hunter's gaze averts entirely, returning to his neutral and unfeeling self. No words leave his lips as they thinned in deep contemplation. His potential words would alter the outcome of your 'relationship', so he had to weigh such power on an imaginary scale.

I might randomly drop a book of unfinished or scrapped wips. Only just went through my notes and realised how many there were. ESPECIALLY scaramonabedo bye

PREVIEW: Sinner
          • Overwatch
          • Ramattra x Fem!Reader
          • NSFW
          
          Shambali Monastery; who knew that a single hunch on the dreaded organisation's leader would be as simple as it were today? Though, could you really call this situation simple? Trapped between a stone cold wall and two pairs of arms belonging to a lone omnic? Trapped with no limbs to spare as your legs curled pathetically around its body? 
          
          There, with your back scraping against the wall, Ramattra administrated his duty against unwelcome human guests in an explicitly unorderly fashion. Two large metallic hands had grasped your wrists to pin them harshly against that same wall, while the other pair of arms were tightly entombed around your waist preventing all means of escape.
          
          "You humans are always so despicably entitled." The grumble of the omnic's voice leeched through one ear and out the other as a melodically hypnotising call of chaos. "No matter how many lessons you are taught, it is as they say: you cannot teach an old dog new tricks." Ramattra almost spat the last few words at you with a tone brimming with hatred. He cared not for your reasons, but instead the faults that followed as consequences. He assumed that teaching you good from bad, right from wrong, would do the world some justice through his eyes. "Not a shred of decency in those eyes of yours."
          
          And he was right: you never outwardly stated your intentions for wandering in a place far and unknown to your own kind. Though you had an excuse to venture, you never imagined using it to intrude on matters related to Null Sector. You were here for Ramattra, himself, not his ties to the terrorist organisation. This so-called decency flew right past your mind the moment you laid eyes on him. Being pressed against him was a dream, moreso than seeing him with your own two eyes.
          
          From his perspective, you were invading his home to source more accurate intel with the intent to escape. Alive. But this couldn't be further from the truth.

PREVIEW: Risk Assessment
          • Overwatch
          • Mauga x Fem!Reader
          • NSFW
          
          Closing the distance between the two of you, you ducked your head under loose wiring, tip-toed over a missing floorboard and stood a couple meters from Mauga's position. His gruelling smile worked wonders on you. His intention was never to insight fear on you, or anyone for that matter, but instead toy with others as if it were a game - though it was contradictory to his mannerisms, as he often played with no rules. 
          
          He stands to attention, resting down his signature guns and stepping closer to you. His body is overwhelmingly large compared to yours - or any humans', as a matter of fact. Seeing no further need to keep his guard up in case any uninvited guests took your place, Mauga's expression softened and he scooped in for a hug. "I came for you, sweetheart." 
          
          Having such a close relationship to a mercenary was in strict violation of every law that you stood for. It was an honest shock to see how Mauga had turned to a life of crime after waking from that hospital bed. Sure, you were bound to part ways, but never did you think it would be anything as it were today. How Mauga could so casually and uncaringly destroy a building just to make a scene and draw you close simply baffled you. But there were no other thoughts to his actions. This was the most peaceful approach h could take in order to find time alone with you. 
          
          Thinking upon his complex circumstances, you couldn't help but feel a tangible hint of pity for having to go such lengths for this. It was clear that he wished to maintain a strong bond with you, and he did everything within his power to prove that. And so, you returned the hug, albeit you couldn't fit your arms around his body. Mauga was content that you had relaxed in his presence. With work mode now officially out the window, he could hold a conversation with you - not an interrogation.

Commissions will be finished up soon and closed for a while so I can concentrate on my assignments. 
          
          Afterwards, I want to get back into the habit of writing what *I* take interest in, so comms requests will be closed for a while. I wanna write some Overwatch characters rn because............ (': <3