#I am always game to plot I just will be slow for the next few weeks for. Obvious reasons.

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All said if you ever want to interact with me but know nothing about my blog or conquest or whatever just pop me an IM, I don't mind. I have a "pokemon conquest for the uninitiated" post that I need to link in my pinned once I'm done with the move and basic formatting isn't a nightmare

[artdcnaldson]

ok remember when I said that last ask was the horniest thing I'd ever written? Well scratch that bc this is a new record. (Obligatory disclaimer if you don't like it feel free to delete/ignore it)

Imagine- if you will- tashi bringing you to one of arts games. And you're in a sweet little tennis dress and you sit next to her and watch art, not even paying attention to the game just taking in his form, the shine of sweat, the concentration on his face, the little grunts and moans. And obviously you start shifting around in your seat, because, what are you supposed to be??? Dry???? No! So, it's the last break and tashi takes you to the bathroom and makes you lean over so she can check on the situation, and your white panties are so wet they're basically see through (in an ideal world she would've banned you from wearing any just to torture you but unfortunately they're famous and with the press and everything it's too much of a risk 😞 ) and you're really hoping she'll help you out but she just goes "hmm" and takes you back to your seat. And the breaks not over, arts noticed that yall were gone and he's making eye contact with tashi and she just. Nods at him. And he's already winning but for the rest of the match he's on fire, practically wiping the floor with the other guy.

After it's over and he's won and done all the press and stuff, you ride back to their hotel, with tashi in the middle bc she's the only one who can be trusted to keep control of herself. You and art are practically vibrating, with desire and exhilaration respectively. So you get back to the hotel room and tashi tells art to go sit on the couch. Then finally, she gives you a little jerk of her chin and you scramble to put yourself over his knee bc you know that he's always antsy after a win but tashi will want to go over everything while it's as fresh as possible, so you just hang out there and let him play with your sopping cunt and ignore you, just feeling him hard against your stomach but satiated for now since he has something to do while he listens to tashis critiques. When she's done she'll give you further instructions and maybe reward you for good behavior.

(am I gonna become a smut writer this is kinda fun)

I’m so fucking obsessed. I’m on my knees. Anything to keep Artashi happy 😁🫵 just look at them

Rating: E(18+)

Warnings: SMUT (p in v, face sitting, fingering, mild mommy/daddy kink, mild dom/sub dynamics) that’s it that’s the story. Just porn without plot

your brain is just sooo fuzzy and mindless while art’s playing with you. The cute shorts you wore beneath the dress tugged to the side, his fingers stuffed inside of you, your own juices smeared down your thigh, spilling more with each slow thrust of his fingers. It could be a few minutes, or an hour. You just know that you lose yourself in the rise and fall of Tashi’s voice as she runs through her notes, in the warm pressure of Art’s thighs pressing against you.

You must’ve gotten too loud, because Tashi’s kneeling in front of you— holding your chin in her hand, forcing eye contact. “Baby, how’s Art supposed to focus when you’re acting like this, huh? Tomorrow’s match is important, he needs to hear this.”

You whine. Big mistake. Tashi meets Art’s gaze, makes a face you don’t understand. And then Art’s slipping his fingers from your warm, needy cunt. “Clean him up,” Tashi instructs.

You wrap your lips around his fingers, sucking on them, cleaning any evidence of your arousal off. You take them deeper, feeling the brush of his fingers at the back of his throat. You moan softly— Tashi grabs your hair and pulls you off.

“Do you have any critiques for Art?” She asks. You blink slowly. Critiques?? What was there to critique?? “You were at the game. Show Art that you were paying attention.”

You opened and closed your mouth a few times as you looked into Art’s eyes. God, he was so pretty. And then your eyes traveled down, and he was so hard in his shorts that it was tenting the fabric. You just wanted to mouth at him through them, make him feel good. “I— I don’t.”

Tashi sighed, almost disappointed, but not really. Tennis critiques weren’t what you were there for. “It’s a good thing you’re pretty.” She patted your thigh. “Go lay down on the bed.”

You obey so sweetly— hands by your sides, fisted in the duvet so you won’t be tempted to touch yourself. Your thighs rub together as you seek friction, need pulsing between your thighs, adding to the mess of wetness.

It’s five minutes (which you know, because you count) until Tashi and Art join you. Art’s down to the fucking obscene briefs Tashi makes him wear, straining against the fabric obscenely. And Tashi’s wearing fucking agent provocateur, so beautiful that you could die happy just at the sight of her.

“If you paid attention to the match, we would’ve been really sweet to you,” Tashi hums as she takes off your dress. The shorts are soaked so badly that she practically peels them away from your cunt. “But all you could think about was getting fucked, huh?”

You nod as she presses two fingers between your lips, pushing all the way until she hits the back of your throat and you gag around them. She stays like that, thrusting her fingers between your lips, smiling every time your eyes fill with unshed tears and your throat constricts. “It’s been a long day. Just let mommy and daddy use you.”

And you do, because that’s all you can really ask for. Tashi slips off her lingerie, putting on a show without even trying. She straddles your face, knees planted on either side of your head, and sinks onto your waiting mouth.

You moan at the taste of her on your tongue, hands eagerly grabbing at her ass to pull her closer. Usually she would scold you for being greedy, but it was the farthest thing from her mind while she was benefiting from said neediness. You eagerly alternated between lapping at her dripping center and giving her clit the attention it needs.

And then there’s Art. He pulls apart your thighs and pushes into the tight, wet heat waiting for him there. You moan against Tashi’s cunt as he sinks inch after inch after inch inside. He groans at the feeling of your pussy gripping him, pulling him in, in, in. His grip on your hips is so tight it feels bruising.

You lose yourself in the two of them— brain going fuzzy and empty. All you knew, all that mattered in the moment was Tashi, and Art, and how good you felt.

And Tashi’s moaning above you— relishing in your need to please. Even with her husband balls deep inside of you, even with your mind so fuzzy, you keep your attention divided so fairly. You were so fucking nice, she didn’t even have to take the reins— she just got to sit there and let you work her with your tongue.

You were in fucking heaven. Art wasn’t content just using— it feels better when you cum while he’s inside of you. He moves you like a pretty little doll, adjusting you just right. He puts your legs over his shoulders so he gets deeper, kissing your cervix with each deep thrust. His thumb presses against your clit, rubs in slow circles.

Tashi cums first— hips stuttering as she grinds against your face. You relish in it, licking at her center as she comes down, until the lightest brush against her clit makes her twitch with overstimulation. She moves off of you, kissing you with slow, sweet laps of her tongue. You give a shuddery gasp into her mouth.

“Is daddy making you feel good?” Her words are cooed against your ear. You nod wordlessly, only capable of pretty moans or needy whines. She turns her gaze to Art, who’s already close as is, without the attention of his fucking perfect wife.

“Close,” Art groans, meeting her gaze. Her lips turn into an amused smirk as she pushes his thumb off of your clit, and replaces it with her own lithe fingers.

Your back arches as she works you with her fingers, pulling you closer and closer to the edge. Art continues to fuck into you. Each thrust is accompanied by lead, near pornographic sounds— the squelch of your soaked cunt swallowing his cock, the slap of his balls against your ass, the fucked-out moans passing his lips.

Your climax overtakes you suddenly. Your back arches off the bed as you cum. Your pussy clenches around Art’s cock as he continues to fuck into you, and your release leaves an obscene, creamy ring around the base of him. Tashi’s lips are on yours, swallowing down the moans and cries falling from your lips as Art fucks you into overstimulation.

Art buries himself within you as he cums, spilling into you with a few shallow thrusts. You whine when he finally pulls out and some of cum dribbles out, making an even bigger mess of the duvet.

Tashi pets your hair sweetly, kisses your sweat-sticky forehead. Art leaves to grab a towel— you hear him dampening it in the fancy en-suite bathroom. “By the way, I thought you shouldn’t get to cum.”

Art laughs lightly as he returns, cleaning you up between your thighs. “I told her I’d throw the match tomorrow, it always works.” He kisses you deeply, and you moan against his mouth. God, he was a good kisser.

“I can always just stop believing you,” Tashi reminded him. “Maybe I was in a giving mood.” Art snorts, you meet her gaze through narrowed eyes.

She’s right where she belongs. Art’s head is on her shoulder, yours rests on her chest. You’re all just a tangle of sweaty limbs.

TASHI DUNCAN I WONT U SO BAD 😚🫵

Sorry to Art he truly is a racket and a dick in this fic

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Supercharged | JJK

Chapter 4: We Aren't Heroes, Honey

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🗲summary: It starts with a blow to the chest that changes your life. When your city’s most celebrated hero pays a visit, it turns out the noble Bolt has no trouble tossing lives aside. Lives that won't be missed. Lives like yours. Seven mysterious and powerful men give you another chance – one that starts to feel more like a curse the moment you meet golden boy Jungkook. The boy who wants you as far from his brothers as he can get you. Is it you he hates, or the blue lightning that now runs through your veins? And could it be his golden light that illuminates your heart when darkness threatens?~ 🗲this chapter: A chaotic arrival turns everything on its head, and the boys are ready to let you in on their real game.

🗲pairing: jungkook x female reader, side established vmin 🗲word count: 5.9k 🗲genre: angst, action, eventual fluff, enemies to lovers, slow burn, superheroes/villains au, found family 🗲rating: pg15 🗲warnings: violence with superpowers, injury, blood, weapons

a/n: if you hadn't already noticed, vmin is a side pairing in this fic! I probably won't add that in every chapter description tho, since they don't really have a plot revolving around them, but they are together as side characters because I love them mwahahaha🤩while we will learn more about them, they have an entire backstory, one of the many things I know about this universe that never made it "on screen"👀 I also just want to say how thrilled I am that people are enjoying this fic! To those of you who have left me comments, reblogged with sweet and supportive tags or sent in asks, it means the absolute world and I love you all💜💜

(previously)

“I did exactly what I’m training to do.”

“Like scare him half to death?”

Dropping your head, you gazed at your hands, wishing anew that you didn’t have this complicated curse that drove people away. That made you into a danger.

But you didn’t have the words or the will to explain this to the obstinate Jungkook.

“See you at training,” you spoke flatly, and stepped away.

See him at training you did. Not that he was any more helpful than normal.

As always, you gritted your teeth and tried to run through the same actions, still getting used to them. Over the course of the next few sessions, you certainly noticed an improvement, your powers coming more and more naturally to you than you had thought possible at first.

Still, Jungkook clearly disagreed.

You stood in the centre of the training space, arm raised. Just as you had been doing for the past half hour, you shot a bolt, expecting to hear the rattle of the target when you met it. And beyond that, the same heavy silence that always filled your practises.

Instead, your training ‘partner’ stepped nonchalantly in front of the shot.

Eyes widening, you closed your fist, shutting off the flow of power as fast as possible. But as you gawped in outrage, Jungkook raised a hand, easily deflecting the jet of blue electricity that had escaped with a quick burst of his own gold lightning.

Lowering his hand as if he hadn’t just placed himself in front of something deadly, he stuffed it into his pocket and smirked.

“What are you-” you spluttered, “you- you should be careful!”

“If I’m really expected to babysit you, I would hope to see more improvement than that,” he replied easily, “I mean, great, you can shoot, but attacking isn’t what this is all about.”

You raised an eyebrow, watching as he slowly walked towards you.

“Imagine I was someone else,” he continued.

“I wish,” you muttered, adding in an exaggerated eye roll. Jungkook didn’t comment on that, but you saw his gaze harden.

“Someone without my powers,” he drawled, “I would be dead.”

“I wasn’t expecting you to walk across while I was training!”

“You’re not supposed to expect it,” he shot back.

“And when exactly do you forsee me shooting lightning bolts out in public?”

At last, he seemed surprised by your response. Really, he thought you were raring to go out and terrorise the streets? You scoffed, ready to return to your usual mutual silence, but he recovered himself.

“You should control them in here as well,” he spoke, though there was less malice behind it this time. “You’ve already scared V shitless once.”

Arms folded, he turned his back on you, abandoning the conversation.

“Tell me something I don’t know,” you muttered, not really caring whether he decided to pay attention or not, “I’m trying.”

But if his step faltered a little, you didn’t notice. He kept his back to you and walked away.

You had been doing a steady amount of work each day with your powers. It didn’t take long for the others to be proven right as you noticed it got easier both in and out of the training rooms as time stretched on. With your powers in use so frequently, they didn’t often try to break out when you least expected it anymore.

And though it hadn’t been long, you were getting a sense of the motions of this unconventional household.

On your way to training, you would pass the others at work, with or without their powers. It made sense that superheroes (it felt strange thinking of them as superheroes, but you supposed that was what you all were, in a way) needed to work out physically as well, to give them the upper hand in any fights.

Not that you could imagine them fighting... Most of the time. Sometimes you would see the power inherent in Jimin’s stance when he threw weights heavier than you could lift across the room with a flick of a finger. Or the deadly speed and precision as Hoseok darted around impossible obstacles.

But then they would huddle around the tv with you in the evening, cradling steaming bowls of food prepared by Jin or Yoongi, usually. The sight of V bundled in a fluffy blanket, laughing at Jimin more than the film, made it hard to believe he was some supernatural force of nature.

Namjoon, though. That, you could believe. He was the rarest sight in the house, even above the enigmatically quiet V.

However, if he caught you and Jungkook on your way out of practise, he would always beam like you were his children, ignoring the scowls that no doubt adorned your faces. Jin did the same, always clapping Jungkook on the shoulder in praise.

If only the others knew how Jungkook neglected the job they believed he was doing.

But as much as you wondered how different it would be if Namjoon had continued teaching you, you understood it couldn’t be that way. Not when he was constantly holed up in his office, or staring at a tablet and tugging his hands through his hair. His job seemed to be important, always moving with hurried purpose.

So then, with all the people and noise you were surrounded by now, it was a shock when things turned quiet.

Before this, you had lived on your own. Woken up each day just to head to work, Kuyang and the lab workers the only faces you saw before returning back to empty space.

So why was it this hard to get used to again?

Sometimes, the house emptied. Not totally, but since it was usually Jungkook that remained with you, it may as well have been. Each time you came from practice to find the house deserted, a scowl would etch itself into his face and he would retreat back to the gym, or somewhere. You never bothered to follow him.

When this happened, you kept your eyes on the news. If they were superheroes – which they must be, what other job could a bunch of powered people have? – then surely they would show up?

But without fail, the news stayed quiet. Either that, or heroes like Bolt or Monsoon (another worshipped figure in your city) instead had stamped out some threat and were being celebrated as always.

You weren’t sure what it was, but something made you shut off the tv when the rest returned, not wanting them to see what you had been looking for.

Generally, though, they didn’t leave you alone for too long, which was nice. You were nearly always in the communal spaces, since you had nothing to do in your room, bare as it was.

So it was when you heard hissed voices that you realised maybe you should let them have more time without you.

“She’s not more important! I don’t get why I have to, of all of us-“

Still hidden in the corridor, you froze when you heard Jungkook’s hushed voice in the living room.

“We’re fine to be down one, it’s not particularly risky,” someone replied.

“Please, can’t one of you stay for once? I already have to spend half my time with her!”

Gulping, you retreated the way you had come. You shouldn’t be hearing this, you knew that. Above all, you couldn’t stand the flicker of hurt that bled through you at the venomous words, though you ought to be used to them by now.

Sitting in your room, you idly played around, forming a ball of blue static that hovered above your palm. You sighed as you tossed it from hand to hand. This should be impressive, but you knew you were still incredibly clumsy with your powers compared to the others: Jungkook made sure you knew it.

But you stayed there, enjoying being able to use your powers without purpose or judgment.

After a while, a tap on your door heralded Yoongi calling you for dinner. Any tension you had sensed earlier when they didn’t know you were listening had dissipated.

Of course, Jungkook was ignoring you, but it was better that way. He was battling Hobi with chopsticks instead, trying to score a piece of meat from his plate as his opponent shrieked in protest. Jimin was falling onto the table with laughter, Yoongi groaning as he took a seat and slid a bowl to you.

Quietly thanking him, you began to eat without trying to muscle into the conversation. It was clear how comfortable these boys were together, having been arguing not long before and now joking around with the air free of bad feelings.

Even though you had never predicted your life going in this direction, you found yourself grateful. Despite the obvious Jungkook issue, having these vibrant people around you was such a stark contrast to your lonely state before Bolt had tried to kill you.

You were only reminded of the frosty conversation you had accidentally eavesdropped when, a few days later, you got the afternoon free of Jungkook.

As usual, that morning the two of you occupied the same room, training by yourselves. Today, Jungkook never offered so much as a word, and almost sprinted away after the hour was up. You couldn’t bring yourself to complain, instead taking the time to rest and return lazily upstairs at your own pace.

When you arrived, the unfortunately familiar sight of an empty apartment waited for you.

Funny, though. You hadn’t seen Jungkook come back downstairs as he normally did when the others went out.

Shrugging it off, you headed for the shower. It had almost slipped your mind by the time you emerged, but confusion instantly resurfaced when you were faced with the back of Jin’s head.

Stepping around the sofa and into the main space, you caught his attention.

“Ah, Y/N,” he greeted, turning away from the tv show he had quietly in the background.

“Jin,” you smiled, “where’s Jungkook?”

A smirk bloomed on his face before you had the chance to realise how that might have sounded.

“I didn’t realise you would miss him,” he teased.

Rolling your eyes, you sunk onto the other sofa.

“I’m not sorry to see him gone,” you quickly backpedalled, “but I just… thought you had all gone out again.”

“Well, Kook was feeling left out,” Jin explained, “I know you two aren’t exactly the best of friends but he’s still been helping you out, so we thought it was fair he doesn’t have to do that all the time and miss out on our… stuff.”

You nodded along as you understood the situation. As if to distract from his strangely vague ending statement, Jin jumped straight in again with a chipper voice.

“But I heard you’re getting much better! Jungkook says he can trust you to work independently, so maybe you won’t have to endure each other’s company as much!”

Now that made you laugh. Loudly. Jungkook had better trust you to work independently – he forced you to do it half the time anyway with his reluctance to teach you.

Jin seemed pleased with your reaction, and you two carried on chatting. It took you a while to even notice his quick glances at the door, the slight jittering leg, the distracted way he watched the show with glazed eyes, not fully taking it in.

When he suggested dinner, he all but sprang from the sofa. With a light frown, you followed him. What was giving him so much nervous energy?

Outside was dark by now, but that didn’t stop Jin’s eyes straying to the black sky visible through the window.

For once, you actually acquiesced to him rejecting your offer to help in the kitchen. He seemed pleased to have his hands busy, even if his knife occasionally clattered too loudly on the counter or oil splatted out of the slightly too-hot pan.

But all that was forgotten when a commotion suddenly shocked the air. The main door must be fully soundproof: that was the only explanation for the way it was silent one second, and the next raised voices were almost at the top of the stairs.

Whipping around to face the sudden interruption, Jin brandished his spatula in panic for a moment. You jumped from your seat.

Then Namjoon swept into the room, long coat swishing as he marched across the room, face set. Looking first at him in panic, your eyes returned to the others following him in and your jaw dropped.

Between Jimin and Jungkook, they were supporting V, whose head drooped alarmingly, legs barely making purchase on the floor. You were frozen on the spot as they hauled him past you. You hadn’t even noticed Yoongi come in until items were being shoved roughly from the counter to the floor to make space to lay V down there.

Swallowing, you staggered back a step, watching with wide eyes at his collapsed form. Sweat beaded on his furrowed brow, feverish spasms weakly shaking his body.

“What happened?” Jin exclaimed, panic shaking his voice.

A storminess brewed in Namjoon’s eyes, which glowed a little red though you weren’t sure if he noticed he was doing that. Turning to Jin with a serious expression, all he said was:

“Our suspicions were true.”

His words meant nothing to you, but the way Jin’s face paled struck fear through you.

Closest to the table, Jimin’s eyes glistened with tears as he clutched V’s hand, murmuring to him. You couldn’t hear him, but you had the feeling it wasn’t for you to hear and turned your eyes away.

Not a moment later, a harsh shove had you stumbling to the side, Jungkook barging past. You couldn’t even spite him for it. The panic spiralling through you at the state of your friend was painful enough, but these boys were his family. You couldn’t imagine the depth of their worry right now.

“What do we do?” Jungkook demanded, stopping in front of Namjoon and Jin. His frame was taught, nearly shaking as he looked to his hyungs for answers.

They always seemed to know what to do, but the uncertainty on Jin’s face as he stepped closer to the unconscious V was concerning.

“W-what happened?” he asked.

Hope was wringing his hands beside him, but spoke up.

“It was like we thought, when we showed up. We knew we had to get out, but B- he caught us, right at the end. We were just going, but V freaked, and-and then he- then- I don’t know what it was hyung, but he shot something…”

Hobi’s voice was bordering on hysterical, and as he trailed away, he leant forwards to pull V’s jacket aside. Jimin whimpered, turning his face away to bury it further against V’s arm.

There, on V’s torso, a section of his shirt was mangled, a bloodied shape seemingly etched into his side. Though the bloodstained shirt made it difficult to see, you couldn’t mistake that. It was no gunshot wound – you had seen something like this before.

The injury was fairly large, shaped something like a star. A familiar shape instantly sprung into your imagination, metal that spit sparks as it flew across the room, latching onto the wall at the other end.

Except, this time it had certainly not been used in lab conditions.

“I- I don’t know,” Jin was stuttering, “I’ve never seen something like this before…”

The silence was totally stifling, Jin’s admission met with disbelief. Namjoon ran hands roughly through his hair, biting at his cheek.

“We have to DO SOMETHING!”

Jungkook’s yell made you flinch a little. He moved forcefully, returning to the table with a handful of tea towels and thrusting one at Hope.

“Let’s just- stop the bleeding, at least-”

“He has powers, the bleeding isn’t the issue, Jungkook-”

“Do you have any better ideas?!”

His eyes flickered a blazing gold as he spun to yell at Jin, something he would never normally do. But right now, that was the least of his worries. He trembled from head to toe with tension, and you could see the shine of tears he was unable to will away from his eyes.

“Right, yes,” Jin swallowed, taking the towel and pressing it to the wound, as Hobi was already doing.

At the no doubt painful contact, though, V jerked a little, purple flame shooting from his hands. It was brief, but you all jumped back from the sudden heat.

“Why’s he doing that?” Jimin’s voice thrummed with underlying fear, “he hasn’t had an outburst in…”

The others only looked between themselves, equally lost.

After a moment, V hadn’t moved again, and Jimin was the first to gravitate back to his side.

Frowning at the ground, you willed your memory to work faster. Jimin’s heartbreaking calls for V, hand pressed desperately to his cheek though he was met with no response, had you racing through your memories.

Kuyang had had you in charge of all his safety files back at the lab, but right now you didn’t have access to the computer with them all stored on. It was at the tip of your tongue, just out of reach. You frantically grasped for any hint of memory about this particular weapon.

“Iodine,” you muttered. Your eyes widened as it dawned on you.

No one heard.

“Iodine,” you repeated, louder this time, “do you have iodine?”

Heads turned towards you, as if they had forgotten you were there at all. Jimin’s tearful face emerged, tentatively hopeful as you spoke.

“That wound is radioactive, it’s what’s messing with his powers. We need to give him some before it gets too far into his bloodstream.”

You spoke with a calm urgency, grateful you could keep your voice from wavering. Trusting your firm tone, Jin hurriedly nodded, darting away down the corridor without a look back.

As you watched him go, you caught Namjoon’s gaze. You stood awkwardly, not knowing what to do with yourself, and his piercing stare startled you. A frown tightened his features and you had the odd sensation that he was calculating you.

Still, he said nothing. But it seemed someone else was less afraid to breach the silence.

“Who put you in charge?”

Only Jungkook had the sense to question you, glaring from where he had taken over pressing on V’s wound.

“This weapon, it uses radiation-“ you began.

“How do you know?” He cut you off. “Isn’t iodine toxic? You’re trying to kill him-”

“It’s the only way-”

“I won’t let you touch him!”

Tentatively stepping forward, you fixed Jungkook with a level gaze. His eyes narrowed, distrustful.

“It’s only toxic if we give too much,” you explained, forcing your voice to stay calm, “he has powers, he should be able to take it. Like Jin said, with powers, you can withstand more bleeding than others. It’s the radiation poisoning that’s hurting him, not the wound.”

Though his teeth were gritted and his glare lost none of its ferocity, he kept quiet.

“We need to stop it,” you spoke with finality.

Just then, Jin dashed back into the room, bottles and packets nearly spilling from his arms before he deposited them on the counter. Rushing forwards to meet him, you spotted some other bottles too.

“Pentetic acid? Where did you get-“

“It helps, doesn’t it?” Jin supplied, and you left it at that. It was another agent Kuyang had had on the safety files as a radiation blocker, but you had never expected to see it outside a lab.

You didn’t complain, though. V needed all the help he could get.

Jin’s fingers fumbled with a small needle as he pulled it out and filled it, looking to you for confirmation.

Nodding, you hastily stepped out of his way, planting yourself beside Jungkook. He watched warily, though you were sure it helped that it was Jin applying the remedy and not you.

A stony silence fell once Jin pulled away. Of course, it wouldn’t work instantly, but you hoped with all your might that some change would be visible. These chemicals were dangerous, the cure to this weapon difficult to apply for good reason. It was a weapon after all.

The bin opened and closed, the room so quiet you could hear the used needle falling inside it.

Hope sunk weakly into a chair, eyes still fixed on his injured brother. Jimin remained close to V, gripping his hand despite the threat of the fire that could burst from them at any moment.

Your eyes slid to Jungkook at your side. Of course he didn’t look away from V.

It felt as if your heart was squeezing its way up your throat, the longer V remained motionless. He had been seriously hurt, and though you were confident in your cure, having learned it from the weapon’s creator, the nagging worry that you might have made it worse refused to go away.

V could be hurt. He could – you didn’t even dare to think it.

The others would never forgive you. Jungkook would never forgive you. You would never be able to forgive yourself if you caused something like this.

And beyond all that, your mind was running frantic laps trying to figure out how Kuyang’s prototypes had ended up being fired at your new friends. Kuyang may have been unhinged, and more than a little shady, but to commit such violence?

But there must have been a reason for him making the things he did in that lab…

The memory of his face the last time you saw him assaulted you then; the way his normally pleasant demeanour left no trace on his fearsome expression when he had found Bolt inside his lab.

Guilt sat heavily inside you as you gazed down at V.

“Taetae?”

Jimin’s voice was quiet, nervous, but still sweet. Despite the low volume, as the only sound in the room it caught everyone’s attention.

A laugh bubbled out of Jimin as the younger boy stirred with a low groan.

“Hey, can you hear me?” Jimin cooed, “you’re okay, we’re home, I’m here.”

Gently, him and Jin helped the boy to sit, and though he seemed tired, the flush had faded from his cheeks. He was no longer sweating and his breathing was even, but his hair was left sticking in places to his forehead.

Jimin took his hands.

“Can you feel your powers, baby? Are-are they there?”

Slowly, V nodded. Turning a hand over, he summoned a single flame, livid purple, to dance on his palm.

“Okay, okay,” Jin closed his fist, “don’t tire yourself out.”

But you could tell he was as relieved as the others that V could still control his powers. Even if you had only just learned what they were, you now understood Jungkook’s outburst when you had come across V at night before. If not controlled, fire was certainly a lethal force to have at your fingertips.

They left, disappearing to get V settled and cleaned up. Even though having powers gave you higher tolerance to injuries, it was still unwise to leave them untreated.

Casting your eyes across the rest of the room, you saw Jungkook duck away from your gaze.

You let him.

The remnants of adrenaline in your body were fizzling out and you understood the temptation to collapse into a seat.

However, as Yoongi moved across to the stove, you joined him without a word needing to be exchanged. The cold beginnings of Jin’s meal from earlier were sitting in pans and chopping boards, and you simply picked up where he left off.

The two of you cooked with minimal movement and noise, not disrupting the stillness of the kitchen as everyone soaked in what had just happened. At some point Namjoon had disappeared.

Though only four of you remained, you ate nonetheless and boxed the rest up. No one said much, and you didn’t try to change that. In fact, you hardly looked up from your plate, preferring to leave the others to their thoughts. They didn’t need you intruding right now.

Of course, that did nothing to stop the onslaught of questions filling your mind.

You still didn’t really know what the boys got up to on their mysterious excursions, and V coming home so badly injured – by one of your old boss’ experiments, no less – only made you more lost. And intrigued.

Still, you held your tongue.

It was only when you collected everyone’s plates that you caught Jungkook’s eyes boring into the side of your head. Looking up at last, you found him staring at you with a confused frown etched across his brow. He held your gaze though, the ever present intensity of his own making you shrink away towards the basin to distract yourself with washing up.

Just as you thought you would have to endure a silent room without the distraction of food to alleviate the tension, Namjoon returned.

At first, only seeing a shadowy figure in the hall, you thought perhaps V had come back, or at least Jin or Jimin to give an update. Perhaps that was entirely too optimistic. Nonetheless, even the stressed-looking Namjoon was a welcome distraction.

You had begun to scoop some more food into a bowl for him when he spoke. He hadn’t come any further into the room, still hovering in the shadows of the hallway.

“I’m sure you have questions.”

Pausing in your movements, you lifted your head. The others all turned their heads to you as well, leaving you like an animal stuck in headlights.

“Uh-” you stuttered once you eventually caught up with yourself, “I mean, I guess…”

Glancing around you, you found Yoongi and Hope looked a little nervous, some doubt in their faces. Jungkook, on the other hand, was smirking.

Not knowing what to make of that, you decided not to keep Namjoon waiting. He seemed fairly expectant, his not entering the room making it clear that you should follow, so you picked up some chopsticks and brought the food along with you.

Namjoon may have seemed a little surprised when you handed him his dinner, but he took it anyway. Once you were in his office, he started eating without complaint.

“Am I right to presume,” he began between mouthfuls, though he was preparing the next already, “that you knew about the weapon used on V because of your work for Kuyang?”

You quickly confirmed, but you could no longer hold back further questions.

“Yes, but how did it end up- I mean, why was it used? Did Kuyang-?”

Shaking his head, Namjoon cut you off with a wave of his chopsticks. He swallowed and continued perfectly calmly.

“It wasn’t Kuyang that used it.”

Already, your shoulders slumped in relief. But still-

“Then how…?”

Sighing, Namjoon set his cutlery down and sat back.

“Kuyang is one of our… associates,” he began to explain. “After the attack, he escaped, as you know, and went into hiding. Only, we found his lab totally empty soon after.”

At this he sighed, raking a hand through his hair as he always seemed to do without noticing. You could empathise with his stress; the news had you shuffling closer to the edge of your seat. The stuff Kuyang worked with was dangerous, it shouldn’t just… go missing.

“We weren’t sure what to think at first, and we investigated for a while. Other, similar cases have cropped up too, others among our allies being raided. It became too difficult to deny what we feared… Bolt was the only connection.”

Without noticing, your mouth was gaping open, eyes widening. You blinked as Namjoon’s words sunk in. But surely you were misunderstanding? It couldn’t be…

Slowly, you were able to form words.

“Bolt fired at V? At all of you?”

Namjoon nodded.

Shutting your mouth, you swallowed. Your mind may have been whirling at a hundred miles an hour, but nothing made it as far as to form a sentence. Fragments flitted past, telling a story you were afraid to believe.

Bolt was the city’s superhero… a hero… everyone knew that.

He protected the city from harm.

Yet he had shot you… and now V…

The silence stretched out, Namjoon pausing in his meal as he watched you. When you eventually spoke, your voice was small.

“You were fighting… against Bolt?”

A wry chuckle left his lips. Cocking his head, he clasped his hands.

“Villains, one might say. Many do.”

You simply blinked at him. Meanwhile, Namjoon stared evenly at you, gauging your reaction.

“What else has Bolt done?” you ventured.

Namjoon’s eyebrows raised.

“What do you mean?”

Stammering slightly, you tried to explain.

“Well, I already know Bolt isn’t exactly as… innocent, as most people think. He- I mean, at Kuyang’s- when Bolt was there, he had no reason to shoot me? But I hadn’t really thought about… why he was at Kuyang’s lab. What’s going on?”

As you spoke, a faint smile quirked Namjoon’s mouth. As you trailed off, he nodded. It seemed he was finally willing to indulge you.

“It’s true that Kuyang had set his latest experiment on Bolt already. To the media, it would simply seem that Bolt was retaliating, or eradicating the threat they perceive people like Kuyang to be. But today confirmed what we feared. Bolt is collecting.”

“He’s not destroying those weapons?”

Before Namjoon’s confirming shake of the head, you already knew the answer.

Though many of your questions had now been answered, it felt like you had opened up a whole new realm of possibilities that you couldn’t wrap your head around. But Namjoon didn’t allow you time to spiral into further confusion.

“I had hoped this would have to come later,” he spoke carefully, chewing on his cheek as he sat back once more. “we’ve taken in a few people before, helped them control their powers and then proceed to leave this life behind…

“You clearly know that this world isn’t as black and white as the city media wants us to think. But you should also know we aren’t many people’s idea of heroes. We fight against this society. We use violence, we support developers like Kuyang, who are…”

A wave of his hand was all that was needed. You both knew the kind of person it took to create the things Kuyang spent his time working on.

“People don’t agree with us,” he continued seriously, “which is why I’m offering you the chance to leave. As I said, we normally wait until someone has full control of their powers. Out there, the world isn’t exactly… kind to people like us. Bolt, Monsoon, heroes from tv – they’re the exceptions. People don’t like those who are different. They see our powers as a threat, and they do twisted things to gain power over people they fear. If you choose to go, we want you to at least be safe.”

Breathing deeply, you sat reeling.

Everything that had been presented to you should have flipped this whole thing on its head. Your new friends were by no means superheroes, as you previously thought. There was a reason you never saw their names in glowing lights on tv like Bolt.

But really… did it change anything?

Breaking through the silence, the click of the door handle. Since the new arrival hadn’t even knocked, you were certain who it was before they even entered your line of sight.

“Hey,” Jin spoke. Then he paused, looking between the two of you in the sombre silence. Cautiously raising a brow, he turned towards Namjoon. “You told her?”

Namjoon nodded.

“How’s V?” Namjoon then asked nearly straight away. That was a relief; you were wondering the same thing yourself.

Wiping his brow, Jin perched himself against the desk. Though his sigh was tired, he nodded.

“He’ll be fine. He’s already annoying poor Jiminie again, so that should tell you enough.” After a brief hesitation, he continued, eyes shifting to you. “That was a close one though… if Y/N hadn’t been there…”

With the room’s attention on you once again, you gulped. But somehow, what you said next didn’t take you much thought.

“I want to stay.”

Namjoon kept his infuriating poker face on as he appraised you, but Jin cracked a smile.

“I was hoping you’d say that,” he grinned, clapping you on the shoulder. Turning to Namjoon, he cried a smug “I told you!”

Encouraged, you nodded with more certainty.

“I agree with you guys – Bolt goes unquestioned, he’s practically worshipped. But whatever he’s doing, I want to help stop him. And he did try to kill me after all – you guys are the ones who've helped me. I trust you.”

“Good,” Namjoon spoke, digging back in to his food, “I wanted to offer you a position in the team, if you said yes. With Bolt on the move like this, we need all the power we can get-”

As a smile was just blooming on your face, it was halted by his next words.

“But. You aren’t ready just yet. I want you out there with us, so I’m willing to send you out sooner than I have with others before. These are unusual times, and you have to understand this will be more dangerous than I normally send rookies to. There’s work to do, with your powers, but also…

“As much as I appreciate your trust in us, I know it doesn’t extend fully. I need my team to be able to trust each other. Every single one.”

Fixing you with a hard stare to accompany his last words, he was effective in making you shrink in your seat. You knew exactly who he was talking about.

And that person was waiting for you right outside.

On leaving the office, you found Jungkook leaning up against the wall. Jin and Namjoon had hung back, leaving you alone as you emerged, and you instantly rolled your eyes. Determined not to be deterred, you kept walking down the corridor, trying to fix your eyes ahead – firmly away from the infuriating man that watched your approach.

“Scared yet?” his smirk bled through his words. You were almost upon him at this point, and he pushed away from the wall, blocking the way with his black-clad body.

Eyes flicking up to him, unimpressed, you tapped your foot.

“Why would I be scared?”

One corner of his mouth curved up, looking you in the eye as he leaned a little closer.

“We aren’t heroes, honey.”

“Thanks for spelling that out, Jungkook,” you drawled, making to step past him.

His laughter followed you while you started walking away.

“Need help packing?” he called.

“Hey, Jungkook,” Jin’s stern voice joined him, “no need. She’s not going anywhere.”

Jungkook’s silence spoke volumes.

Glancing back as you reached the end of the corridor, you were met with the livid expression that seemed so familiar. Jungkook’s eyes bulged with shock. You were sure that Jin’s hand on his shoulder was all that was holding him back.

Making the most of his eyes on you, you flashed a serene smile and walked away.

But though an (admittedly large) part of you took satisfaction in Jungkook’s shock and rage, you knew you would be expected to work with him. Properly work with him, not the frosty silence he currently counted as work.

With the impossibility of this steadily creeping over you, you climbed the stairs heavily.

As you returned to the wary stares of your friends and dispelled their trepidation, assuring them you were staying and trying to settle down to a relatively normal evening, it remained in the back of your mind.

But you could deal with Jungkook tomorrow. For now, you let yourself be reminded of the reasons you wanted to stay here with them.

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[greetingfromthedead]

Plantheat (Vash x F!Reader)

Plot: About once a year Vash's heat rolls around and while he is worried about the position it puts you in, you enjoy all the positions.

Series: None (oneshot)

Pairing: Vash x F!Reader

Raiting: NSFW!! 18+!! R!! Explicit!! Minors DNI

Tags: no use of y/n, plantheat, rutting, pwp, smut, light BDSM, mention of breeding kink, cum kink ig, hand job, blowjob, p in v sex, joyous use of a couch, copious amount of... cum, rough sex, aphrodisiac, some spanking, blushing Vash → rutting Vash

Word count: 4.3k

Author's Note: If you know me or my other work... no you don't. Idk where this came from and it has already been revised... it was worse.

Vash has been avoiding your gaze all morning, generally curling up in bed and pulling the blanket over his head. He insists he is feeling sick, but you suspect it's something quite a bit different. You go along with his behavior, only giving him a peck on the cheek from behind before you get out of bed again.

"I will bring you something to eat; surely that will make you feel better," you say from the door.

"Thank you, love, but I am not hungry. I'll just go take a shower." His muffled voice sounds from underneath layers of fabric. This answer confirms your suspicions, and you leave for the kitchen. There are only a few reasons your man would refuse food, and being sick isn't one of them.

You eat your late breakfast as you see him slinking out of the bedroom and into the bathroom next door. He held a bundle of towels, and the sweet smell following him leaves no room for doubt about what is really going on. You take a deep whiff and lick your lips, savoring the scent. You can finish your plate and clean up in the time it takes him to shower. He usually refuses to waste that much water, but the grunts you hear through the door reveal he is doing more than just washing.

You bite your lip, wanting to go in there, but stop yourself. Every time he tries to hide his heat, and each time he fails, yet seeing him struggle with it in the beginning always amuses you. So instead, you settle in on the couch, where you have a great view of the bathroom door. From the suppressed noises, you assume he jerked himself off at least twice, surely hoping to put off the effects of his time of the year. You try to think back to the last time, and it seems like it hasn't been quite a year yet, but you aren't complaining. Vash might think he puts you in an awful position with his unquenchable need that arises during this time, but actually you quite enjoy all the positions you end up finding yourself in.

He finally exits the room, a large fluffy towel around his waist and a smaller one on his shoulders, catching the water droplets from his hair. His scarred and augmented chest is on full display, and you admire his broad shoulders. His body is a marvel to you, and even on a regular day, a sight like this makes your mouth water.

"Hello, my eyes are up here!" Vash tries to crack a joke, and one of his hands goes to scratch the back of his neck.

"I know. But I am not looking at them right now," you tease. "Come closer and let me get a better look. Do a spin while you're at it."

You see a reddish hue flush over his chest and neck while he walks closer to you. You can tell he's a bit nervous, but he obliges and does a slow turn, giving you a full view.

"Happy? I should go back to bed." He sounds very awkward, as he avoids looking straight at you and instead gazes at the bedroom door. With him came the same sweet smell as before, and it makes you painfully aware of the yearning in your belly, a desire to spread your legs right away. The smell alone is enough to turn you on, but tasting him would spell the end of your little game.

"Later. You took such a long shower; surely you feel a bit better now." You keep a careful eye on him as you speak. "You're all wet still; I'm surprised you're not shivering. Come here; I'll help you."

You reach out and tug gently on the towel wrapped around his waist. He obliges, but the blush is deepening on his face. He glances down at you as you place your hand on his stomach, wiping some droplets onto your thumb before sticking it in your mouth. You suck your finger dry and see his eyes widening.

"What? You used a lot of water; let's not waste any more." You say with a grin and pull him closer to run your lips over his skin, kissing away the wetness. You can feel his heart racing under your touch, and the maddening smell intensifies.

"Darling, I should..." A shudder runs through his body. "Go to bed."

"Don't you like it?" You run your tongue over the curves and valleys of his muscles, your hands firmly holding on to his hips.

"Oh, you know I do. It's just that…" He sounds breathless, and the crimson of his cheeks is accompanied by a pleading look in his eyes.

"You want to fuck my brains out." You finish his sentence with a smirk and pull away a bit to see him better.

"Yes. Yes, I do," he admits with a guilty look in his eyes.

"Why don't you?" You look at his face as his expression shifts from one microscopic emotion to the next. You don't actually need him to answer; you know his reasoning from the years before.

"I don't want you to feel used. I don't want to hurt you. I know it can get… intense," he swallows, and you pull the edge of his towel until it falls down. "And what if you get pregnant?"

"What if? Come on, daddy, don't worry about that." You say with a sultry voice, "Go on, give it your best shot."

"Don't say that," he exhales, and you can tell it gets harder and harder for him to keep his composure.

"Why not?" you smirk as your one hand wraps around his half flaccid cock, feeling it twitch at your touch. You let it slide through your loose grip until you reach the tip, your thumb rubbing against the sensitive spot, smearing the large glob of pre-cum that had already formed there.

"I can't resist you." He studders slightly and reaches out his hand to touch your cheek. "I want you. I want you so badly."

You feel a rush of desire wash over you as his words send shivers down your spine. You lean in closer to kiss his dry shaft, your fingers twisting just below the tip, causing him to let out a soft moan of pleasure.

"I'm right here," you say, barely pulling your lips away from his skin as you look up. "Use me. Any way you want. Any way you need."

He bites his lips hard, the redness not leaving his face as he meets your gaze. He watches you trace your lips along his length as your hand starts to move back and forth. Sloppier kisses leave plenty of spit behind for your hand to glide smoothly. As he is fully erect, the tip leaks with his arousal, providing plenty of lubrication. His eyes never leave yours as you continue to stroke him, his breath quickening with each movement. You are careful not to taste any of him, pulling away and instead adding your other hand to the mix.

His body leans back in pleasure as you increase the intensity. He arches his back and lets out a slight moan as he enjoys your touch. One hand strokes along the length while the other twists around the tip. He closes his eyes and loses himself in the sensation. The sweet smell of his aphrodisiac fills the air, and your whole body longs for it. You feel your own arousal growing stronger with each passing moment, the wetness collecting between your legs. You use your semi-clear head to tease him a bit longer; you know his quirks and know the best ways to build him up. You know exactly how to push his buttons and make him lose control, and with his especially short fuse today, you enjoy this while you can. His moans get louder and less guarded. It gives you massive satisfaction to hear him like that, seeing his muscles ripple as his body is overtaken by pleasure. He's putty in your hands, completely at your mercy. It does not take long to get him to his edge, only to lessen the stimulation and deny his orgasm. His eyes shoot at you again as you grin.

"Oh no, no, you don't get to simply torture me." Vash says, and there is an edge to his voice; the heat is taking him over, revealing his more primal and wild sides. "I won't let you have all the fun."

His left hand grips your jaw, and his right one grabs the back of your head, entangling his fingers in your hair as he pulls your head back. You can only guess that if you weren't still holding his cock tightly, he would have crashed into you for a fierce kiss, but this is not what happens. As you look up with your mouth pried open, he rolls his mouth and parts his lips to let some spit drip off the tip of his tongue. It lands on yours, and the aphrodisiac immediately fills your senses. You feel a surge of desire rush through your body. You want more. You need more.

He looks satisfied as your hungry gaze moves back on his dick. You feel ravenous for more and desperate to taste the sweetness again. Desperate to pull the pleasure from his body. You lick the fingers of one of your hands, savoring the remnants of his essence that still linger on your skin, but it is not enough. Sticking out our tongue, you place his tip on it, collecting the constantly leaking pre-cum that's a hint of what's still to come. You can't wait to have him inside you, filling you up completely, but for now, you want to taste him in the back of your throat. The desire grows, and the heat in your belly rises with each passing second. He has opened the floodgates, and you're sure you've soaked through more than just your underwear.

Hungrily, you start sucking on him while both your hands busy themselves with stimulating the rest of his cock. His hand, holding on to your hair, tightens, urging you on even as you gag on him. Your head is flooded with nothing but the desire to become his personal cum dump. The intensity of the moment consumes you, and you find yourself lost in the pleasure of submission. His moans of pleasure only fuel your own arousal, pushing you to go further and deeper, with noises of enjoyment escaping your lungs. In that moment, you surrender completely to the overwhelming sensation of being his willing plaything. You slide off the couch to kneel before him, ready to fulfill his every desire.

One of your hands goes to rub your pussy through your pants, but the friction is not nearly enough. You want him all over your body, but your own pleasure comes second. You're here to please him, to have him fill you to the brim.

His groans intensify as you rub his most sensitive spot against the slightly rougher texture of your tongue. Your hand still works on the length of his cock as you feel him twitch under your touch. You know he's close, and you're determined to make him come undone. As he reaches the peak of his pleasure, you can feel his body tense and his breath quicken. With a final, deliberate movement, you bring him to the edge and watch as he releases with a deep, guttural moan. Satisfaction washes over you as his cum fills your mouth, sending a new rush of desire over you. The sweet taste that fogs your senses and judgment is irresistible as you swallow; another wave comes as you squeeze every drop out of him.

You look pleadingly up at him as you lick the taste of him from your lips. You want more. You need to please him; all that is in your head is him. His body, his cock, his seed. You want to be completely consumed by him. You want him to ravage your skin. The thought can cross your mind as you feel him shift under your touch. He reaches down, sliding his hands under your arms and lifting you up off the ground effortlessly, like one would do with a child. As your feet touch the floor, he releases you only to wrap his arms around your body, keeping you upright even as your legs still adjust. He leans you backwards, his strong hand pressing on your lower back so you're flush with his stomach, and his lips capture yours. Adrenaline courses through your body the moment his tongue sweeps through your mouth, leaving more sweetness behind. You feel your heart racing faster. He breathes heavily into your mouth during the kiss, his hands gripping you tightly and possessively.

He takes a few steps forward, forcing you to stumble backwards, but you might as well have done nothing as he drags you to the edge of the couch, roughly turns you around, and bends you over the armrest. One hand presses on your back as if telling you to stay down. The other hand slides down between your legs to cup your clad sex, feeling the wetness seeping through the layers of fabric. You feel a surge of desire and anticipation; you need his touch like you need air. You stay with your face down in the couch cushion and your ass up even as he removes both of his hands.

"Good girl." His low voice praises you as you feel him take hold of the waist of your pants. He pulls them down slowly, feeling the resistance before your ass pops out. He swallows hard as his mouth waters at the sight, and he pushes the pants and underwear down to your ankles. He slaps you hard on your bare skin, leaving it red and tingling, making you yelp. You feel a rush of excitement as he leans in closer, his swollen cock pressed against your crack as he whispers close to your ear. "No time for pleasantries, Mayfly."

In a twisted way, he warned you to brace yourself for what was about to happen next. Quickly, he pulls away from you, and you feel his tip press against your entrance as he lines himself up. One of his long fingered hands grabs hold of your hip as he thrusts forward into your sopping pussy with no mercy. You cry out in pleasure and pain as he fills you. He wastes no time as he pulls back again and thrusts back in with even more force. Your legs tremble at the delicious pain of friction inside you as you still adjust to his girth. Your body arches in response to his relentless pace, feeling a mixture of pleasure and pain with every powerful thrust. As his fingers dig into the flesh of our hips, yours dig into the cushion beneath you.

His pace is intense and unyielding, driving you to the brink of ecstasy. Every breath escapes you with moans, even as your walls adjust to him. His long, hard strokes send waves of pleasure coursing through your body, overwhelming your senses with pure bliss. He lets out a few grunts through gritted teeth as your pleasures grow. The aphrodisiac he is constantly leaking makes everything tingle, while your sense of time and self slip away completely. All else disappears; it's just the overwhelming sensation in your cunt that travels up your belly as he rearranges your guts. Every touch and thrust is an exquisite torment that you never want to end.

Wild tremors of lust ripple through your being as Vash releases one of his hands only to grab hold of your hair and pull your head back, making you prop yourself up on your hands, your neck extended as far back as it goes. His blood is on fire while it courses through his veins, carrying the desperation of wanting to fill you up. His other hand, too, glides from your hip, sliding down the slope of your ass onto your back as he rams ferociously into you. Your pussy clenches around him, pulling him in deeper and deeper until he reaches his breaking point. With a groan, he releases himself inside of you, filling you with his hot cum. You feel the warmth spreading inside you, making you moan with pleasure. He keeps thrusting into you, showing no sign of slowing down, even as he makes you reach your climax, crying out his name in pleasure. Every impact he makes against your cervix pushes some of the hot, creamy liquid out of your body, making it drip over your folds.

He pulls on your hair harder, and the hand on your back wraps around to help you get up. You arch your back, sticking your ass out even as he pulls you close enough to kiss your neck. Vash whispers softly in your ear, "You're mine."

This only makes you ache more, even as the high of your first orgasm still lingers. You slip out one of your feet from the mess of pants to prop your knee on the armrest as Vash's throbbing cock continues to pound into you relentlessly. He has no cooldown period in his current state, continuing to drive you to the brink of pleasure and pain. The hand holding your hair moves down over your lower belly to your aching clit. His fingers brush over it with quick motions, filling the small room with even more wet sounds. The arm around you shifts up so his long fingers can wrap around your throat, applying just the right amount of pressure. The intense moans of pleasure escape you as choked cries. The next climax chases the last as you tremble in his grip, your fingers digging into the flesh of his right arm. The pleasure is overwhelming, as you barely perceive his own moans.

The satisfaction only lasts until the euphoria fades away, leaving you needing more. He pulls you closer, his cock in you as deep as it will go. He pauses his rutting for a moment, releasing your windpipe, and as you gasp for more air, he sticks the fingers of his other hand into your mouth, feeling the vibrations of your moans as you taste both of you on them, but mostly the overwhelming sweetness, sending you into a frenzy again.

You put both feet on the ground again, gripping his dick tighter as he sucks on your neck. You feel thick liquid dripping down your thighs. Your head is filled with thoughts of how to get him moving again as your tongue twirls around his fingers. You can't wait for him to come inside you again; that's all that matters. His free hand explores your body, tugging at your top as it passes over the fabric. You moan softly, your body arching in response to his touch, but as he reaches your thighs, he pulls away and out of you.

"This won't do." Vash takes a step to the left. The prosthesis pushes you forward a bit to bend again. "Spread your legs." He commands, and you comply. His fingers run up your inner thighs, sending shivers down your spine as he collects the cum leaking from your cunt. Vash fingers smear it on your pussy, pushing some back inside.

"I think you should just fill me up again." you say pleadingly, hands leaning on the armrest of the couch. "Please?"

You feel his wet hand run over your ass cheek before smacking it hard and squeezing it tight. You lick your lips again, missing the sweet taste of him, while your sex longs for him. Your breath is heavy as you wait for his answer.

"Tell me what you want." His voice is quiet but has an edge you don't usually hear. You feel a surge of desire coursing through your body as his lips brush your ear.

"I want you to take me. Use me, please. Do whatever you want; just please fill me with your cum. No, drown me in it. I'm begging you." Your voice gets whinier and weaker as you feel his hand explore your body. "Pin me down and fuck me."

"That's my girl," he growls in your ear before turning you around, ripping your shirt down the middle, and pulling it roughly off. His hands grab your waist, and you jump up, wrapping your legs around his middle. Your lips find his as you cup his face with your hands. The sweetness sweeps you away again, and your tongue explores the cavity of his mouth to find more. Vash carries you to the bedroom to continue having his way with you.

He throws you on the bed and wastes no time before climbing in after you. You look at him, your eyes trailing down his magnificent face and body to the still hard cock swaying between his legs, eager for more. His left hand captures your wrists as he pushes them to the bed above you. Vash's lips crash on yours again in a fiery kiss, causing your body to tingle with desire.

You spread your legs wide as he settles between them. His whole body pins you down, trapping you underneath him as his free hand helps his tip glide along your slick folds, teasing you with his touch before pushing into your depths. The sensation of being filled by him makes you moan in ecstasy against his lips, knowing that he is the only one who can make you feel this way.

His thrusts are shallow at first as he grinds his hip against yours. But soon he picks up the pace, filling you with each powerful thrust, rocking your whole body with each stroke. As the intensity builds, your breath becomes ragged. The room is filled with the sounds of your combined moans and the rhythmic slapping of wet skin on skin. You can feel the tension building within you, knowing that you are on the brink of an intense release. With each movement, he drives you closer to the edge, pushing you towards a climax that promises to be explosive. The pleasure is overwhelming, consuming every fiber of your being. Just when you think you can't take any more, the wave crashes over you, sending you spiraling into ecstasy. Your body shudders with pleasure as you ride out the intense climax. Loud cries escape your lungs as Vash pulls back, releasing your pinned hands to straighten up more.

He doesn't relent for a moment, continuing to pound into you with all the energy meant for turning a whole town into a sinful pleasure paradise. Your mind goes blank as you feel his hand push down on your lower belly, lost in the moment of pure ecstasy. Every touch, every movement sends you deeper into a state of euphoria that you never want to end. Your pussy clamps down around him, and Vash lets out a moan of satisfaction, increasing the speed at which he's ramming into you. It's enough to have him coming into you again, each thrust causing more of his seed to escape your cunt and drip down your crack. You shudder in pleasure as you feel him release, hands gripping the sheets beneath. You arch your back and moan loudly.

Time loses all meaning. It is just pleasure, and one orgasm chasing the other for both of you. It fills you with happiness each time he comes undone inside you. It fills you with a kind of satisfaction your own climax doesn't bring for long. As his releases become more and more frequent, to the point where there is barely any time where he isn't shooting you up, you are in a pleasure induced bliss. You feel like you are floating on a cloud of ecstasy. He has grabbed your hips to raise your lower half up off the bed to slam his dick into your cunt with more urgency than before. His cum, mixed with your own juices, drips down your back, forming a puddle underneath your ass as he continues to thrust deeply and passionately. You moan in pleasure, feeling another climax approach like a freight train. You try your best to roll your hips on his dick as he holds them tight off the bed. Your hands grab your breasts, pinching on the hard nipples. Your body feels exhausted but is fueled by the aphrodisiac still in your system. You crave it like a drug.

Vash grunts in satisfaction as he comes again, and the wave washing over you pushes you over the edge too, your walls contracting around him in a pulsing rhythm so hard while he pulls back that he pops out. You whimper as, instead of slamming back into you, the length of his cock slides over your clit while he cums. You shake as he makes no effort to correct his aim, instead allowing himself to enjoy the rough texture of your lower lips. Each thrust leaves you gasping for breath and covers you with another of his loads. Your stomach and chest are slick with his cum, and some makes its way onto your tongue, making your cunt gush again as you long for him. Your body trembles with pleasure as you eagerly anticipate the next round of passion. You suck on your finger as you taste him on it, and you feel happiness as all the seed meant for populating a town with his offspring is all yours.

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[chishiyasleftnut]

Cold Hands and Laughter

This was meant to be a cute little thing but I have come to realise that I am utterly incapable of writing something short. It’s still cute (some fluff mixed in with the smut) but it isn’t little lmao.

I love an occasional soft Chishiya moment so I’m sure some of you do too. Enjoy! (´♡‿♡`)

🖤🖤🖤🖤🖤🖤 Warnings: Smut. Pairing: Chishiya x Reader.

Plot: Quiet morning sex with Chishiya always calms down fem!reader. Smut w/ lots of fluff.

1968 words. 🖤🖤🖤🖤🖤🖤

Those damn birds.

For the umpteenth day in a row, you got awoken by the sound of birds chirping. This used to be something you enjoyed. There was something calming about the distinct melodies various birds created. When you were a child, your dad had told you what bird made what chirp, but that knowledge had long since escaped you.

The days of enjoying being woken up by anything felt equally as long gone. Now all you wanted was sleep and rest, especially after a game night as yesterday was. Oh god, the game. Why did you have to remember what happened? The only thing calming you from the approaching panic attack was the sudden feeling of Chishiya’s warm, strong arms wrapping around you.

“Morning”, he mumbled with a groggy voice. His eyes were still shut when you felt him pull you in close to him. Poof, gone was the anxiety. Sure, the borderland was dangerous, but inside this shared hotel room you knew you were safe. Especially if Chishiya was next to you as he was now. You let him embrace you, enjoying the fainting scent of the aftershave he applied yesterday. Without thinking, you placed a cold hand on his chest causing him to hiss and open his eyes

“Ah! Stop, what was that for?”

His reaction made you laugh. Your laugh made him laugh. Is this what love is? Cold hands and laughter? You weren’t sure. All you knew was that you truly enjoyed moments like this.

“Sorry”, you mumbled, still laughing. To appease him, you kissed his lips softly, letting go after a few seconds. “Better?”

Chishiya shook his head with a smile on his lips before pulling you in tight, pressing his lips hard against yours. He wanted more than just a cute little kiss. You did too, honestly. Although his lips were hard, his touch was soft when he brushed hair out of your face and cupped your cheek to pull you even closer. Your hands were still resting on his chest, but he seemed to no longer mind the coldness, instead feeling utterly engulfed by the warmness of your lips.

Gently his hand moved down your body until it rested on your waist, where he softly caressed your side with his thumb. It tickled a bit, but nothing you couldn’t handle. In fact, you liked it this way.

Chishiya smoothly pushed his thigh between your legs, causing you to smile into the kiss. He knew that you liked grinding up against him - either as foreplay or the main act when he was tired. You followed suit and began grinding up against his thigh. Right now you didn’t mind if this was all you got. It felt nice.

Chishiya broke contact with your lips before kissing your forehead.

“You look pretty like this, y/n”, he whispered, clearly meaning every word. His compliment surprised you, but not enough for your hips to stop their slow rolls against his leg. Of course, he had complimented you before, but rarely were they spoken as softly as this. The rarity of his chosen tone only made it even more special to you, though.

The friction his leg provided had already caused your breathing to become heavier. “You really think so?”, you asked breathlessly. Chishiya hummed in response before kissing your forehead again. God, his leg always felt so good. So did the forehead kisses. The soft gesture of the kiss only aided the the growing wetness between your legs, something that Chishiya surely could feel too.

For a while the only things audible in the hotel room were your quiet whimpers and the sound of Chishiya’s lips brushing against your forehead. “Do you want more than my leg?”, he asked, trying to make it sound as if a no wouldn’t disappoint him.

“Always.”

You whined softly from displeasure when Chishiya removed his thigh from between your legs, suddenly losing the stimulation you were so desperately needing. Chishiya turned you around so your back was facing him, moving your hair away from your face so he could see your profile. As you always did when you were spooning, you pushed your ass into his groin, earning you a satisfied groan from the blonde. To your delight, he was already rock-hard, as if he found the simple act of pleasuring you incredibly arousing on its own.

He allowed you to move your ass up and down his still boxer-covered length, enjoying the view he got when he looked down at where the two of you connected. If there was one thing that he loved, it was your ass. And your waist. And breasts. And face. Actually, thinking about it you weren’t entirely sure what he preferred the most, but you knew he liked the view of doing you from behind. That was certain, at least.

It was due to his desire to once more experience that wonderful sight that he with two quick motions first pulled down his boxers and then your panties. You gasped at the abruptness, not expecting him to be that forward. Noticing the gasp, Chishiya spoke again. “Are you okay?”, he whispered while caressing your derriere. You could feel his cock twitching against you in a manner suggesting just how badly he wanted to feel you too.

You nodded before remembering that he liked it when you were vocal. “I’m more than okay.”

Chishiya resisted the temptation to just take you right there and then, to claim you as his immediately, and instead moved his fingers over your hips and down to your center. He ran his digits up and down your folds, coating the entirety in your arousal. To you, this was almost torture. You needed him to do more than tease your entrance and tried to show your displeasure by backing closer up against him again. This earned you a tired chuckle from your lover, who complied and pushed two fingers inside of you.

His movements were a lot softer than normally but you didn’t want to complain. There was something therapeutic about slow sex that a fast-paced session just could never even come close to. You closed your eyes to enjoy the feeling of his fingers, internally craving more that that.

As if he was a mind reader, Chishiya provided just what you needed. He always seemed to know what you wanted. You hadn’t entirely figured out how he did it, but it was one of the things you really liked about him. Perhaps even loved about him? No, now wasn’t the time to ponder over that distinction.

You felt his hardness smoothly enter you, perfectly filling you up entirely and stretching you to the limit. The both of you sighed simultaneously, thoroughly enjoying the familiar sensation of each other’s bodies. For a while you laid still like this. It was calming. ‘Calming’ wasn’t usually the word you would use to describe sex with Chishiya, but here you were. Calm. Happy. Secure.

The feeling of his slightly heavy breath on your neck caused your core to flutter around him. In return, you felt Chishiya’s length twitch inside of you. He could no longer resist the temptation of feeling all of you, he needed more. Gently, Chishiya moved himself in and out of you, causing you both immense pleasure. It was amazing how good something so simple could feel - as if the two of you fit together like puzzle pieces.

His hand grabbed yours and guided it down your body and in between your legs until you both landed on the slightly swollen and very sensitive pearl hidden at the top of your center. With his fingers on top of yours, he assisted your self pleasure. It felt special, doing it together like this - more intimate than anything you had ever experienced with Chishiya before and you welcomed it with open arms.

After Chishiya was sure you were well on your way to experience the most heavenly feeling he could provide you, his fingers left yours alone to continue the journey. Instead, his hand went to your back, pushing you forwards so you were in a lazy, lying down doggy-style. Perhaps the word ‘lazy’ was a bit hard - ‘cozy’ might be a more fitting word. The position harmonized perfectly with the calm atmosphere the both of you had created together. In the moment it felt as the only natural progression possible. Oh, and of course it meant Chishiya got a great view.

Once in the position Chishiya wanted you in, his hand moved back to your ass. You could almost feel his eyes staring down at the junction your bodies created, admiring the view of his now glistening cock pumping in and out of you, only coating himself in more and more of your arousal each time.

From the increasing sloppiness of Chishiya’s thrusts, as well has the way his fingers were now digging into your fleshy behind, you could tell that the sight was doing more than just minimally excite him. Minutes later, this assumption was confirmed when you felt his entire body tensing up before he stopped moving altogether. The hushed “fuck” he let out not only sounded strained but also quivering. He had cum first.

It wasn’t something that happened often. Normally Chishiya easily brought you to multiple orgasms - savouring the view of you arching your back, screaming his name, and pulling his hair so hard that he at times feared you would pull out his blonde locks - before even considering letting himself go. He really was a giver, always more focused on your pleasure than his own - perhaps because he found the upmost pleasure in seeing the fruits of his hard labour manifested in your moans.

Despite the fact that Chishiya’s now slowly softening cock was no longer continuously massaging your internal sweetspot, he still stayed in you, caressing your hips and drawing small circles on your lowerback. You hesitantly stopped your fingers’ orbit around your throbbing clit that at this point was begging for release, unsure if Chishiya’s early climax meant the fun was over, when he spoke up again. This time his voice was less tense and instead almost.. Soft? As if he didn’t want to interrupt the focus you had on the growing tightness in your abdomen.

“No, don’t stop. You’re so pretty like this.”

His words not only made you continue circling the sensitive bud, but they also made you smile. If Chishiya was looking at your face, he might even had been able to see the faint blush that was blossoming on your cheeks. The combination of his ceaseless, muttering compliments and the feeling of his gentle hands drawing indistinct shapes and figures on your lower body helped you relax enough to finally get over the edge.

You felt a warmth spread all through your body, starting from your abdomen but reaching as far as the tips of your fingers. It would be wrong to call it ‘explosive’ or describe it as ‘earth-shattering’ - instead it felt more like bathing in the sun on a beautiful and exotic beach; like getting a hug from someone you love after a long day; or maybe like putting on your favourite dryer-heated pyjamas on a cold winter night.

When Chishiya was sure you had squeezed every drop of cozy satisfaction possible out of your climax, he pulled your upper body close to his again. His arms wrapped around you body and you felt his lips gently kissing your jawline. His entire being was as warm and calming as the childhood blanket your grandmother had knitted you two decades ago. And just like the blanket did, Chishiya too made you feel protected and cared for.

This was when you knew that love wasn’t just cold hands and laughter. It was also warmth, protection, and occasional slow morning sex.

[steamberrystudio]

31/12/2023 Devlog

Hey everyone! Time for the bi-weekly tumblr update for Steamberry stuff! Except I skipped one because I can't remember why.

I half-wrote it but I think I just wasn't feeling up to finishing and posting.

I haven't been doing extremely well health-wise lately but still powering through.

Summary

Finished writing Chapter 5.5 (the new chapter in WSC)

Finished editing Chapters 6, 7, and 8 of Asher's path

Finished all the profiles for the GS lore book

Have started wrapping up the "side stories" and additional content for the GS lore book

Ramble

Okay so in my last update I was in the middle of editing chapter 5 and was nearly to the start of chapter six in editing Asher's route. I finished up chapter 5...

At that point when I was looking ahead, I started feeling like I wanted to add in a transition scene to move between Chapter 5 and Chapter 6.

As I started plotting out this scene, one of my ideas took on a life of its own and I realised that it might be better to interject a new, fleshed out story incident that would allow me to slow the pacing as well as flesh out the setting and universe a little more. This incident would also let me tie into some earlier events and connect them to something that occurs in chapter 6, also foreshadowing the chapter 6 incident.

Ultimately, this became too much to call a "scene" and I decided to branch it off into a supplementary chapter (IE a chapter a bit shorter than the others and meant to be released along with another chapter.)

Then that chapter ended up being 30,000 words.

So that happened.

After finishing that I went on to finish editing chapters 6, 7, and 8. I am currently on chapter 9. I only have a few more chapters before I'm finished editing Asher's path. As always, during my edits, one of the main things I do is flesh things out.

So obviously the word count has grown from that (and, you know, the 30k extra chapter I invented).

Currently the word count is 468,000 words.

Other Stuff:

I have received several new BGs and a new BG sketch. BGs are continuing to come in at a fairly steady pace.

I now have all the BGs for The Ophelia and the artists are working on other locations finally. OwO

I've also been, here and there, doing small tweaks to the sprites, small additions and fixes.

Gilded Shadows:

As I mentioned, I finally got through all the character profiles. There are so many more characters than I remembered in this game.

Then I got halfway through and realised that I forgot five. And had to insert them, which...meant rearranging pages, which is a pain in the butt. However, that is now complete.

What I'm working on now is finishing up some of the short stories and drabbles I have planned or partially written out and getting them into the lore book. 

As well as gathering any other content. The lore book is currently about 350 pages. And I am really hoping to wrap it up soon.

Upcoming Weeks:

Next couple of weeks I will be trying to wrap up the lore book and wrap up editing Asher's Path.

When I finish editing Asher's path I'll be moving on to finish drafting the end sequences for the four remaining characters. I'm starting to have an idea of where the word count is going to end up but will have a better idea for sure when Asher's edit is complete.

I have written over 100,000 words since mid-August, just plugging away and trying to hit at least 1000 words a day.

I hit my year end word count goal of 466,000 words for When Stars Collide but unfortunately did not finish the draft because the draft has grown in size.

But I am really hoping to finish it early next year so we can fully move into phase 2 of When Stars Collide.

I am also hoping to get the final KS stuff resolved for Gilded Shadows early next year as well (the lore book, art book, and some residual art and stuff).

For now, I shall just keep plucking away at it until it's all done.

And that is all for now. I will see you all next year.

[ordowrites]

calla lilies II

cw (gen): mentions of domestic violence (not between reader and kaeya), slow burn, friends to strangers to lovers, canon typical violence, reader is not the traveler, reader has an Electro Vision, the Traveler is mentioned to be Lumine, slight plot deviation from the game, afab reader (but try to keep gen. neut. terminology), reader is given the nickname 'Peaches'.

cw (current): some swearing.

wc: 2340

summary: when you were a teenager, you and your mother moved away from mondstadt for reasons you will never tell, and you barely had time to say goodbye to your closest childhood friend. however, the wind always leads you back - when your current job goes awry, you find yourself having to unravel secrets of your childhood and coming to terms with heartbreak of the past.

Previous - (Current) - Next

"Hello, ghost face." is how he had greeted you the moment you walked into his office with Lawrence at your side, as if he hadn't just been told some incredibly important news. But perhaps that's just how he's always been, brushing aside important information to get the minor stuff out of the way (your presence here) first. Perhaps he just dislikes not being given the context to information bombs, you don't know. But you stare at him as if you're witnessing a poltergeist in real time - he's changed, somehow. Certainly his state of dress is different, certainly not the same as the young, shy, and slightly conservative boy you knew all those years ago.

And also

Captain.

"Please close your mouth, we do not want you swallowing bugs and then having to bring you to the sisters." Kaeya says, and you shake your head, forcing yourself to focus.

"My apologies, Captain Kaeya," you say, though you're not sure why you're apologizing to him. "I was tasked with guarding a merchant from Fontaine, and it seems he has gone missing since I allowed him alone to check out Angel's Share." You say and hesitate, his gaze is heavy. It always has been, like he's thinking - always thinking. Never planning, just thinking, somewhere in a different world. "I have been told there is a current curfew in place and am requesting to be given leniency so I can check outside the gates for him."

You watch as Kaeya - Captain Kaeya - shuffle through stacks of documents, a pensive frown on his face and your heart pounds in your chest. Did you two sign the guest list? You're certain you did, but perhaps it slipped your mind in an act of carelessness. You were anxious to just get your shift over with.

"I see you two signed in," Captain Kaeya says as he holds up a form in one hand. "May I ask how you are able to lose an adult man in a span of a few hours?"

You feel your face heat up. "Why are we asking questions like this in an emergency?"

"My apologies, but I must cover all my bases." he answers, shifting slightly. "He could be drunkenly wandering around Mondstadt Proper, you know."

You draw in a deep breath. You know this is his job, but the irritation still sits with you. "I checked, and I am requesting to see if he maybe drunkenly wandered off. We are on a time limit here, Captain."

"And I'm just trying to do my job." Kaeya retorts, just as sharply. You inwardly flinch. "I'm sorry, but I cannot bend the rules for anyone. Even Master Diluc has to go through the steps too."

Master Diluc? You wonder when he started to refer to him as such.

"If he is still in the city, perhaps I can catch him and join him. Is he not of the Knights?"

"No." Kaeya answers, briskly and simply. Unintentionally rude, but blunt enough to get the point across. You wince. "I will come get you, personally, if there's been any movement. For now, go to your hotel and rest."

The first twenty-four hours are important in a missing person's case, and you can't sleep that well that night. The next morning, you head to the Adventurer's Guild in Mondstadt - a quaint little office in comparison to Fontaine's large one - to see if Kathryne had seen Anatole at all. She claims she hasn't, and you can't say nor do much about that. She tells you she sent a message to the Dawn Winery about his disappearance.

"Any news?"

"Peaches, I just got into the office." Kaeya tells you, sounding a bit tired. "If you give me a single moment to at least look at all my reports, I will let you know." You frown at him and he frowns back. "Listen, it's been quite some time since you've come back to Mondstadt, why don't you go and say hello to Master Diluc? I'm sure he misses you."

"I don't have time to socialize." You tell him, urgently. "I need to find the man who is paying me to guard him while he's here in Mondstadt and on our way back to Fontaine."

Now that you think about it, it is morning - you are more than capable of going out and searching on your own. But you're not sure where to start.

"He could have gotten drunk and gone home with some lovely lady from a tavern." Kaeya says. That makes your frown deepen. "It appears I only ever say wrong things these days. Tell me, what is it now?"

"He is a family man." You tell him. "He would never cheat on his wife."

Kaeya lets out a breath through his nose. "Okay." He says, after a moment. He's shuffling through all the reports and other papers on his desk, a pensive look on his face. "There's nothing here that mentions him." Kaeya rubs his forehead. "Let's head out to the Winery, alright? Maybe he headed out there without saying anything. Don't jump to the worst conclusions, panic makes you overlook the details."

"Fine." You agree. "I'll head out there."

"I'll go with." Kaeya offers, as kindly as possible. You give him another frown and he tilts his head to the side. "Am I unwelcome in your graces?"

"No - no, just - don't you have a job to do?"

"Well, it appears that my current job is looking for a missing person. So, I am doing my job."

You choose to not argue with that.

The trip there is quiet - Kaeya insisted on taking a carriage, the quicker you two get there, the better. You wanted to walk, look at every detail for any sort of sign or information on Anatole. In the end, you took the carriage. Kaeya has always had a way of convincing you to do things his way, even back when you were children.

There's a weird taste in your mouth and a sinking feeling in your stomach as you think back. Diluc was the troublemaker back then, and Kaeya was the sweet child who simply did as he was told. He kept many secrets, even maybe the ones where he shouldn't but you made him swear, cross his heart, hope to die...

You stare out the window, there is nothing to fill the silence aside from the clopping of the horse's hooves.

"I'm glad you're back in Mondstadt." Maybe he said that last night or earlier, you don't know and you don't remember - but the words are what breaks the silence. "I was beginning to think you'd forgotten about us."

"No, never. Just - I've just been busy." You shake your head. "Did Diluc ever marry Lady Jean?"

Kaeya lets out a soft snort. "No. He did propose to her a month after you left, and she gently turned him down. The man has been a bachelor ever since."

"Diluc? I remember girls tripping over themselves to talk to him. To be married to him would be like...the highest honor."

Kaeya gives a small shrug. "I'd say, being married to Jean would be the greatest honor these days." Your confused look doesn't cause him to elaborate much. "Oh, Diluc's married to the Winery nowadays, that's all. Jean's got a secured position as the Acting Grand Master - likely to be the Grand Master if Varka never returns."

You lapse into silence again, thinking. "Diluc quit the Knights?"

"He most certainly did."

"Is Master Crepus okay with that?" You know that the man had very big dreams for Diluc - sometimes, you had felt as if his son were a carbon copy or a way for Crepus to live vicariously through him. As children, he was carefree. As the three of you got older, Diluc had started to change a bit as a person. Everything he did, he did it to be the apple of Crepus' eye.

Your four friend group dwindled to three then. Then Kaeya joined the Knights, and Jean as well - soon, it was mostly you, waiting for them to come visit when they had time. Regale you stories of what's happening the barracks - you could have joined, but you needed to take care of your mother. You needed to do a lot of things that did not involve knighthood and great acts of chivalry.

And it's Kaeya's turn to fall into a somber silence.

"I am afraid he never showed up this morning." The head maid, Adelinde says, a worried frown on her face. You let out a heavy sigh and rub your forehead. How does a grown man just disappear like this? "Master Diluc was quite disappointed, he was looking forward to doing business with him."

Despite the urgency, the head maid had insisted on feeding the both of you before you departed. You wonder what the protocols are for telling a family that someone you were paid to be a bodyguard for went missing under your watch - just because you chose to not go drinking with him. The next course of action then, that should have been your first, is to question everyone in the city.

"He went to Angel's Share." You tell Kaeya, after a moment, your finger running along the golden rim of the tea cup. This cost more than a few months of your rent, you think, absently. It's as if recounting last nights events would give you the answers you so desperately seek. "Charles didn't see him leave with anybody. Just said he had to leave and that was it."

"We can likely conclude it was a kidnapping." Kaeya says, quietly. Something hot inside of you flares and you swallow it down. "Honestly, I brought you out here because I was hoping I was wrong at first." He lets out a heavy sigh. "Let's finish this lunch Adelinde so painstakingly made and then head back. I'll be sure to have my men be on guard everywhere."

"And I'll question everyone I can." You mumble. "I was honestly hoping that he wasn't, either. And maybe - maybe I'll be lucky and he just...I don't know."

"It's okay, Peaches, it's not your fault." Kaeya says, gently. "We've got Treasure Hoarders and the Fatui loitering about. Someone was bound to get greedy."

"But so does Fontaine - nobody has ever kidnapped him there."

"You never know." Comes the quiet response. "Ah - damn, pity Master Diluc is too busy to play host to come and see you."

"I don't have time to socialize." You repeat yourself from earlier, slightly irritated that Kaeya seems to just want to socialize over being productive.

He gives you an apologetic smile.

When you were little, you went missing. You don't remember anything from that time - but you remember that you were gone, because when you were found, your mother was crying and holding you close and apologizing. You remember how your mother hugged you close and as you looked over her shoulder, Master Crepus had a grim look on his face.

All the other details seemed to have blurred and faded with time, or maybe, you don't want to remember. You're not sure.

"People don't disappear out of the blue." You tell Kaeya with growing frustration as you reconvene by the statue. "So far, everyone I've asked all said that they think they saw him, but they don't remember if it was with anyone. But they all said he was in a hurry to get somewhere."

Kaeya is oddly quiet for a moment. "I wonder if he was going back to your hotel and was silently ambushed."

"Never know with the Fatui. Or Treasure Hoarders." You rub your forehead. "Nobody just disappears like that." Kaeya opens his mouth to say something and then closes it again. "What?"

"Do you think...he could have been colluding with someone? For some monetary gain? It could be anything, peaches." The look you're giving him makes him shake his head. You know you're refusing to believe anything negative about Anatole, but outside of being annoyingly chatty, you never thought anything was off about him. "Merchants can be tricky, you know. They put on a front and can be very different behind the scenes. What do you know of him?"

"He has a family, a grandchild on the way. A son whom he wishes would get married."

"That's it?"

"All I need to know is his name and his destination, I am not paid to pry into his life."

Kaeya sighs. "Okay. Okay - listen, I have to go back to the office. Take a short break, okay? Eat something, let's reconvene in a few hours."

"Someone is missing and you're telling me to - simply...take a break? Like it's a job?"

"You can't think on an empty stomach." Kaeya reminds you. "A lunch, that's it. I have all I can on the look out for him and even surveying outside of Mondstadt too. I know it sucks, but there's only so much we can all do on very little information. Go, eat some lunch. On me." He's handing you a bag of mora and you push his hand away - it's oddly reminiscent to a time back then.

But back then, you were angry at the thought of being given a handout. The look he'd given you then was one of hurt and surprise, but now, it's just passive, calm. Like he expected it.

Your hand is less bruised and wounded this time around.

Not the thought you want, but it's what weaseled your way into your head.

You clear your throat.

"Sorry." You say. "Sorry."

"It's fine. The Good Hunter is still great to this day." Kaeya tells you. "See you in a few hours, okay?"

You nod, feeling oddly numb as you stare at your hand. Back then, he'd gently grabbed your hand, offering to fix it up for you - never asking questions, the idea of mora had been forgotten then.

Right now, you wished he'd taken your hand for no other reason than you could use the gentle grip.

[heart-of-the-morningstar]

I HAVE RETURNED FROM THE FNAF MOVIE AND I HAVE SOME THOUGHTS

✨ Non-spoiler section ✨

I had such a fun time with this movie! There were a ton of Easter eggs I caught and I’m sure there’s a few that I missed! My best advice for anyone wanting to see this movie is don’t take it super seriously, you’ll enjoy it more! The makers of this film weren’t lying when they said that they made this movie for the fans, I do feel like fans will enjoy this movie way more than a general audience and that’s perfectly fine! It’s campy at some parts and funnier than I thought it would be, but that’s what made it so fun! Now for the nitty-gritty…

❌ SPOILERS BELOW ❌

What I liked…

• First off, Matthew Patrick is a fucking LIAR! He does have a cameo in the movie, he says his iconic “That’s just a theory” line which was great! He’s a waiter at a diner, which leads me to my next point

• The diner was named “Sparky’s”, which I feel like only OG fans will get the reference. But for those of you who don’t know, back when FNAF 1 came out, there was a rumor of a secret/rare animatronic in the game called Sparky the Dog. There was a fake image floating around showing him standing in the door to parts and service. This was later confirmed to be fake. BUT! In the movie they also have a dog-looking animatronic in the parts and service room which absolutely took me out lol

• Acting was great! Everyone was fun to watch, Josh Hutcherson was a great lead as Mike and Piper Rubio was so sweet as Abby but I gotta give my props to Matthew Lillard towards the end of the movie, he looked like he was having so much fun being this unhinged monster! Speaking of…

• There is a spring lock scene!! It is real!! And God was it cathartic to watch! Obviously being PG-13, they couldn’t do blood and guts galore, but I think they managed to pull it off pretty well! Afton’s scene was definitely my favorite in the film hands down! And yes, he gets his “I always come back” line which put 5 years back on my life if I’m being honest lmao

• There is blood in this movie! Not a gratuitous amount, but it was enough for what they were going for I think! The kills of the people breaking to Freddy’s were more entertaining to watch than I thought! Especially Freddy’s kill…that caught me completely off guard lmao

• There aren’t too many jumpscares but that was fine with me! They do this repeat jumpscare with a little figurine of Balloon Boy like 3 times and I thought it was funny every time! They do a really good job with tension in this movie!

• The animatronics!!!! LOVED THEM!!!! They were so detailed and well designed, they were so fun to watch!! The Jim Henson company did an absolutely stellar job with the designs, I want to hug them 🥺

• So the story…I thought it was fine! They do stray from canon by making Vanessa Afton’s daughter in the movie instead of Mike being his son. They do confirm Afton was the one who kidnapped and killed Mike’s brother Garrett. The story is kind of left open ended as if they could continue the story (which I hope they do), but I think it leaves a more or less satisfying ending!

• There’s a minor mid-credit scene with Cory Kenshin and a secret message at the very end of the credits. I couldn’t hear it well but it’s spelled-out letters exactly like the ones from the death minigames in FNAF 2

• Yes, The Living Tombstone’s FNAF song is in the end credits, I felt my soul leave my body 😭

Minor Negatives…

• The story is slow at the beginning, it takes a little bit for anything super interesting to take place

• There are some plot points that don’t get explained or resolved (which is par for the course for FNAF) but that leads me to believe that they want to make sequels which I am all here for

• The Aunt Jane character wasn’t super important, she was fine, but she was there just to serve as an antagonist to Mike for a whole 5 minutes of the movie, if that

• I wanted so much more Afton/Spring Bonnie time, it was too short for me but I am happy with what I got. Also, he didn’t wear any purple in the movie which I think is a crime 😂

• Kind of wish there was an R rated version of this movie even though FNAF isn’t known for being bloody and gory, but some parts felt a little tame

• Also please correct me if I’m wrong but, they didn’t use the Toreador March music at all?? If I missed it, please tell me but I was waiting to hear it and it never came from what I remember

Speculation…

• So the biggest plot issue for me was that they never explained Afton’s intentions for killing. I think fans of the games know why he’s killing, but the general audience won’t. I’m sure it has something to do with the saw blade machine that tries to stuff your head into Freddy’s head. But it wasn’t clear. Vanessa never gave us a straight answer either even though she was in on it from the beginning.

• Towards the beginning of the movie, Abby is shown to be talking to her “invisible friend”, this is before Mike is hired as Freddy’s security guard. Turns out that friend is the ghost kid who possess Golden Freddy/Fredbear (again, isn’t clear lol). I wanna know why that kid showed up before Mike and Abby even went to the location??

• I may be reading too much into this, but when Mike goes in to get a new job after being fired from his mall security guard job, he’s talking to “Steve” and Steve does something interesting. He’s berating him for his inability to hold down a job, the he looks at his name on the file and just goes “…Mike S…” and just, doesn’t finish saying his name. He looks at Mike really weird like he’s trying to find something, and then just completely changes the subject. IDK, I’ll probably have to watch it again, and I think it would be a stretch to go the “Mike Afton” route especially since they established Vanessa was his kid. But ya never know with FNAF 😂

• Also the secret message that was spelled out at the end of the credits. If any of y’all know what they spelled, please tell me because I could not figure it out! I would love to know what it said!

Conclusion…

I just had a blast with this movie! I wasn’t sure what to expect with this movie but I think Blumhouse and everyone who worked on this movie did an amazing job, you can tell they put so much heart and soul into this! I will patiently be awaiting the announcement of the next movie until then!

Rating - 8.5/10

[nellyofthevalley]

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[twig-tea]

Hi!

So for the Asian QL Ask Game, question 13 & 14. Thank you

Have a good night. Rose💜

Hi Rose! 💕

Which Asian ql tropes get you every time?

I admit there are a lot of tropes that get to me. Just a few that come to mind: Found family, friends to lovers, mutual pining, battle couples, what happens next (i.e. the figuring it out part after folks get together), shared headphones (wireless earbuds are not the same and I mourn the slow death of this trope), beach trip, food as love, hair petting, scent kink, pinky touches, forced proximity, "let me take your feelings seriously and consider my own", I admit to also loving a fated romance, and I am a sucker for a character who knows exactly what they want and are honest about it, as well as as a quiet/unreadable simp (who everyone thinks is indifferent but actually is screaming on the inside).

2. Which Asian ql tropes do you want to send to the trash heap?

The obvious and now much less common evil women, blushing maiden, sleep kisses, accidental fall-kisses (those always look like they'd hurt irl), getting hit with a car (whyyyy), any and all tropes that reinforce puritanical values (let's stop equating virginity with worth or depth of feeling, please), and the still too common breaking up at the slightest obstacle (especially, but not excluded to, 'for your own good'). I also don't mind they-met-as-children when it's an important part of the story/their development, but the random 'by the way we met as children and then forgot about it and it has zero relevance to the plot' reveals can be yeeted into the sun actually.

Asian QL Ask Game

[t-0ne25]

(5) kitchen counter

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The kitchen counter it is. There’s no going back now anyway, Minho is almost done with counting down the numbers and will most definitely look in the kitchen for you. Of course, looking for you and the others but some insecurities inside you tell you he’s searching especially for you.

Once you’re behind the huge, modern furniture, the cookie scent lingers in your nose again due to the closeness to the oven. They look so delicious, different shapes and toppings are making them look even tastier and you would go in for a bite, if it didn’t make such a noise.

“Hungry?”

The sound startles you, making you look to your right. His freckles look so pretty in the dim moonlight that’s shining through the kitchen window and you want to count them, compare them to the sprinkles on the cookies.

Calm the fuck down, YN.

“Why didn’t you bake them with me, Lixie?”

Where’s this sudden outburst of jealousy coming from? You’re obviously not jealous of Minho but you would be lying if you didn’t say you felt a bit betrayed when your roommate decided to bake the cookies with your enemy by his side instead.

“I wanted to bake the cookies with you, you know?”

Oh.

“Yeah, just a small problem– Minho was there.”

“I know I know. He can be a lot. I’m sorry.”

His apology is sincere. But Felix has never been someone to pick sides, always wanting the group to live in harmony.

“It’s just,” you begin again, “I was hoping to spend more time with you which is ridiculous since we literally live together but since due to my job I wasn’t able to fit in the baking session we had planned and I still feel awful about it and–“

“Hey, hey, Y/N. Slow down,” your roommate stops your rambling now, “I understand. But we can always just do it another time? Maybe later when the others are asleep so we don’t disturb anyone?”

Is he asking to get some time with you alone or are you reading too much into it? It’s definitely the latter, you’re sure.

“Won’t you be tired around that time?”

Felix shakes his head, “I’m not tired, are you?”

“Me neither.”

A new noise startles you, revealing another face.

“Try talking a bit louder next time so I don’t find you,” Minho sarcastically says, waiting around the corner of the kitchen counter.

A few hours later, having some more wine swimming around in your veins and more sweets filling your tummy, you meet up with Felix, glad most of the other’s are either asleep or playing some video games in the living room.

“You declined an offer to play video games with the others?”

Felix is currently placing a sheet of parchment paper on a baking tray, as you’re mixing together the ingredients. Since Seungmin’s kitchen doesn’t offer a rolling pin, you decide to use a wine bottle for spreading out the dough.

“I’d always choose you, Y/N,” your friend says, trying to keep eye contact with you but your gaze is fixated on the cookie cutters in your hand.

“I don’t believe you,” you half jokingly say, unsure if you really mean it. After all, he has known Minho and his other friends before you and Felix probably doesn’t see more in you than a roommate he happens to get along with.

“Why did you think I was cuddling with you when watching the movie?

Oh. The flashback. You’ve almost forgotten about that. He was dangerously close to you a few hours ago.

“Because you’re a touchy person?”

Once the cookie shapes are placed in the oven, Felix scoots a bit closer to you, taking your chin between his fingers and you wonder if you should start counting his freckles now.

“I am touchy but exclusively with people I like.”

Oh. The plot twist.

“Y-You like me?”

He nods, placing a strand of your hair behind your ear. “Hm, I have for a while. But you were with Hyunjin and all– I gave up after some time.”

It’s a bit overwhelming and surprising, though in retrospect you could have seen it coming.

“I don’t know what to say, Lixie. I like you too, though. I just don’t want to rush things.” You’re honest for once and you hope it doesn’t scare him away. You’re willing to give it a try, after all.

“We don’t have to rush things. Don’t worry about me. We can just see where things will lead to, in case you want to accept my offer.”

He approaches you even further now, cageing you between the counter and his body. You catch his gaze flickering down to your mouth from time to time.

“Which offer?”

“My offer to kiss you.”

And that’s when you’re the one to take initiative now, closing the distance between the both of you, when your lips are laying on Felix’s. It’s just a matter of time, when he places you on top of the furniture instead, his already grown bulge pressing against your soaking heat.

Even though Felix wants to take his time with you, you’re pretty much aware there’s a slight chance you could be caught by the others who are still busy in the living room. But that’s the last thing on your mind, especially when his hand wanders under your sweatshirt and starts groping your breasts.

“I have wanted this for so long,” he whispers into your mouth.

“Me too, Lixie.”

The kiss deepens further, by now evolving into a steamy make out session and in an instant you bring your fingers around his covered crotch, palming his firm erection through the material of his sweatpants.

“Do you…?” He asks, looking at you.

“Hm, Lixie. I want to. Do you want to, though?”

He kisses you once again, already tugging at the hem of his pants.

“God, yes. There’s nothing I want more than to fuck you, baby.”

The fact that your sunshine boy is able to use such rough words with you lets a tingling sensation run down your lower stomach, the eagerness of your body and soul growing with every second.

You slide your jeans down as well, letting them meet the floor as you spread your legs for him. One of your hands disappears between your wet folds, collecting some of your arousal, and you bring two fingers to his mouth.

“Taste,” you order. Felix would be a fool to decline. So, since one of his hands is already busy stroking his cock, he uses the other one to seize his tongue around your digits.

“Even sweeter than any of those cookies, baby.”

You chuckle at the compliment, getting in a comfortable decision as you watch Felix lean closer to you. One centimetre at a time, he pushes his length inside you, feeling you walls quivering around him at the sensation.

“Feels so good, Lix– filling me up so well,” you praise him again and that’s when he starts thrusting into you. Your roommate doesn’t bother starting with a slow pace since neither of you will be able to keep doing this for a long time. Especially, when you look at him with big doll eyes, sneaking your fingers between your legs again to help yourself a little.

They’re replaced by Felix’s in an instant, as he keeps massaging your clit so sensually, driving you over the edge of your orgasm a few minutes later.

“Fuck– just like that Lixie, right there,” you chant out as you cum all over him. Your roommate pulls his cock out of you, climaxing all over your thighs. Once you’ve come down from your highs, you help clean and dress each other.

The post-nut clarity hits you, when a stinging scent enters your nose. “Is it just me or does it smell burnt in here?”

“Shit– the cookies.”

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[ishgard]

Rambly first impressions but I'll probably be turning DT around in my head for a while still. Spoilers obviously touched on but I try to be vague about it as much as possible X'D

Overall I enjoyed it! imo it was far from their strongest expac and is admittedly pretty low on my mental expac tierlist (fittingly, about equal with ARR, which isn't a bad thing per se), but it did a decent enough job at what it did, especially so in the first half. I'm in love with Tural and the people, the cast of characters, the lore - it was all delightful!

I absolutely understand peoples complaints about their presence feeling kind of pointless at times, but I also didn't mind taking a side/mentor role either (I've had potential plot/headcanons for Ahru doing as much for a long time now, so it works for me). I don't think they always balanced it well at all, though.

I also would have loved to see more interactions between, say, the Scions and Lamaty'i, but it was nice taking things at a slow steady pace and just enjoying the world building. They had a lot on their plate to show us, and they did it well.

The second half... played with some themes I enjoyed well enough, but suffered from some questionable writing that often gave me whiplash.

I love!! the aesthetics of Solution 9, it was another one of the few things that piqued my interest for DT initially. The overall lore and story was enjoyable, just kind of an echo of things we've dealt with before which isn't a criticism exactly.

I'm typically pretty good at immersing myself and smoothing over rough edges in my mind as I go, filling in blanks and grounding myself in my characters' reactions, but there were a number of times I felt kicked in the teeth and taken out by some of the choices. There were definitely more than a few scenes I immediately had to be like "well Ahru is just not here for this because that just would not have happened" lmao I'd be groaning and rolling my eyes one minute, only to be balling my eyes out the next, so just a lot of whiplash 😂

I kept feeling like the second half would have benefited from more time building some of that stuff up, but instead we got a lot of things repeated to us multiple times and obvious things drawn out for us.

Also though they got their moments in some of the very final quests, I had really hoped to see more of Erenville and Krile's stories throughout the overall MSQ. (THAT scene with Erenville got me ugly crying though omfg.)

I feel like I'm mostly complaining but this is probably one of my most 'mixed feelings' expansions in the ten+ years I've been playing. Like, that's fine though, SHB and EW were ALL up my alley and delicious, this can be a little less 'for me', and it was enjoyable enough I don't feel entirely disconnected from the game I love. The high notes it hit really well, I'm in love with Tural and the lore, and I'm super excited and interested to see where they take us next - and what we do with Azem's key. 👀

I was utterly blind-sided by a certain two-headed mamool ja so now I guess I'm a Bakool Ja Ja fucker. 🤷‍♀️ Also I have a new son and if anything happens to him I'll kill everyone and myself. (p.s. trial 2's boss was the worst villain I've ever suffered and this is coming from a lifelong villain fucker, they were a big detractor from my enjoyment at times tbh)

I am begging for another adventure with Erenville because that snippet was hands-down one of the highlights for me for purely biased reasons. Admittedly, there were a number of times I was the 'do it for him' meme with Erenville's face plastered all over it. I'll probably need to do a whole other rant about him tbh

My slightly joking prediction is chemist for 8.0 just on account of his whole two times mentioning he had potions on him to help the wounded.

[thedoover-if]

i'll just call myself the avoidance anon (lol) and yes, we're doing much better, thank you! I'm happy to say that, as a big FU to my (ex) dad, I am now earning three times his salary. haha

anyways, on the subject of kids, I have this scenario where my PC have always wanted to have a child (totally not me btw) but obviously that didn't happen bc of the cheating and divorce. in a game I played recently, the MC's mother had artifical insemination to have a baby. so what if our PC did that too (we better be making big bucks as a marriage councellor or i'll sue) a year or two after the divorce.

I hc my PC as someone who overworks to cope (if I can't see you, you can't see me) and kinda just... forgets to take care of themselves at some point. while spending a day-off on their favorite cafe, they happen to see a happy family walk by and after almost a week of thinking, they're on their way to get an IUI. a few months later, its confirmed that they're pregnant and affectionately call the bundle of joy, 'my miracle'. ('I lost myself but I found you, my tiny miracle')

on the night of the accident, PC asked the sweet old couple next door to babysit bc they're working late aaand... there goes the plot. at some point after the accident, the ex-spouse somehow meets the child and is curious about the father and (possibly) gets even more heartbroken realizing PC most likely went through a pregnancy alone; the morning sickness, pregnancy cravings, and the heightened emotions on top of the soreness.

ex-spouse: 'oh, what are you drawing?'

(c/n): 'ms. penny said to draw my family. this is me; I'm a prince/princess.'

ex-spouse: "oh, is this your mommy and daddy, then?"

(c/n): 'no, mommy is the fairy godmother. that's daddy and his princess.'

ex-spouse: 'your daddy and... his princess?'

(c/n): 'mmh! mommy said my real daddy left to look for his true love, and that they lived happily ever after.'

(the skit is purely for emotional damage LOLOLOL)

ex-spouse is left to be a silent observer as he watches PC put the child to sleep by singing them a lullaby (think 'never grow up' by ts) and watch them be the mother they always wanted to be, except, the spot next to them was empty (different from his imagination) and the warm, loving gaze PC used to give him was now directed at someone else.

for extra angst, i'd like to imagine the ex-spouse's parents being aware that PC had a baby and sends birthday and holiday gifts for the little one. they were even there for the baby's birth. when the ex later called his parents to ask why they didn't say anything to him about the baby, they simply said 'it was none of his business'. of course, the parents would notice PC overworking themselves, but months later, they saw small, positive change with the PC, and when they opened up they were, in fact, pregnant, they didn't want their kid to ruin the happiness PC found (again)

at this point, it just became a mini-au of an au. I'M JSUT SO EXCITED FOR THIS IF JSJAKPQXNWO

hi again! aw that makes me really happy to hear and YESSS CONGRATS TO YOU!!!

uhm...this skit😭😭 emotional damage achieved anon😭 also i love never grow up!! well this story broke my heart WHYY. reading this makes me so glad i didnt add any kids into this horrible mix LOL. and by the end of the book itll just be up in the air what happens with MC and their partner, so you guys can just create whatever scenarios you want haha

and thank you for the excitment!!💗 sorry its taking so long, coding is such a drag (im really slow haha) but it hopefully shouldnt be too long anymore!!

[between-thepages]

20 Questions for Fic Writers

I was tagged by @gabetheunknown, thank you <3

how many works do you have on ao3?

Currently 88, I am determined to make it to 100 before the end of the year.

2. what's your total ao3 word count?

29,604

3. what fandoms do you write for?

The Witcher Books/Games, Silmarillion, Lord of the Rings and sometimes Endeavour/Inspector Morse when the fancy strikes.

4. what are your top 5 fics by kudos?

In the Morning (Glorestor)

Dance to the Firelight (Rorveth)

Eating Love (Rorveth)

Mirror Image (Rorveth)

Body and Soul (Yenralt)

5. do you respond to comments? why or why not?

I respond to them, I love comments, but I'm slow. Also, there are only so many variations of "Thank you" one can type in a day before it starts feeling ridiculous. I promise I'll get to your comments before Christmas!

6. what is the fic you wrote with the angstiest ending?

my Iorveth/Cedric drabble from last spring. I had to cope with the Ending of Lady of the Lake.

7. what is the fic you wrote with the happiest ending?

Probably Beautiful like Starlight, but even that isn't really all that happy... I am writing a followup to it at the moment though.

8. do you get hate on any fics?

So far, only from a certain someone for shipping the wrong characters, but i usually have my comments restricted to logged-in users, so leaving Anon hate isn't really possible.

9. do you write smut? if so, what kind?

I will write everything once and then decide if I'll do it again xD Expect it to be at least somewhat kinky.

Also, it has to fit into a drabble or two, I can't really write long-form smut.

10.do you write crossovers? what's the craziest one you've written?

I haven't yet, I will write a Witcher/Silm crossover one day, just so I can get some of the ladies to meet

11. have you ever had a fic stolen?

I don't know, but I doubt my drabbles are interesting enough to steal.

12.have you ever had a fic translated?

Not officially, but I am trying to translate some of my fics myself. No idea when I'll be done there, though.

13. have you ever co-written a fic before?

No

14.what's your all time favorite ship?

As a multi-shipper, all time favourites are hard, because all i need are three compelling arguments and I start shipping another pairing xD

I guess Fingon/Maedhros is one of the pairings where I am least likely to read a fic if they are partnered with someone else.

15.what's a wip you want to finish but doubt you ever will?

I'll burn with a light of my own, because I started it for a flashfic challenge right before my silm hyperfixation hit full force, so Witcher is a bit on the back burner at the moment. It also needs some serious plot outline to develop further, so the continuation really depends on my interest the next few months.

16.what are your writing strengths?

I have been told I am good at writing short stories, which is great because I love writing drabbles.

17.what are your writing weaknesses?

long plots, probably. I always struggle with reaching wordcounts and making my stories interesting.

18.thoughts on writing dialogue in another language in fic?

Depends on the language and usage. I love things like terms of endearment in another language (I made up a nickname for Isengrim to use for Iorevth, after all), but I do sometimes get annoyed with the random elvish words in Tolkien fics.

The best use of other languages is if it is used to confuse the POV character, but then it has to be somewhat consistent.

19.first fandom you wrote for?

Sunrise Avenue xD But I never published any of it. The first fanfic I published was for Elder Scrolls IV: Oblivion.

20. favorite fic you've written?

She came in through the window because it got me into a new kind of rarepair hell <3

Tagging @she-who-drank-vodka-with-cats, @aretuzagradschooldropout and @gleamingsilence, I'm late to this so I really hope I haven't accidentally tagged someone who already did this <3

[crab-instruments]

The Crime Lord’s New Groove Part 6

Master <Part 5

Pairing: Silco x GN Reader

Summary: You find that your boss, Silco, has been turned into a cat.

Warnings: none

a/n: I wake up everyday and wonder why people want me to continue this. I had no idea where I was going when I started this but now it's going somewhere (maybe) and I'll explain more in the ending note because it'll make more sense that way. This is also like twice as long as any of the other chapters so have fun. That might keep happening since this now has something resembling a plot.

Nothing seemed real any more. You were about to accuse your landlord of witchcraft, charge her with crimes of turning your boss, the King of Zaun, into a street cat, and Silco would commit crimes against humanity once human again. If the fuzzy ball of scruff back at The Last Drop wasn’t living proof this was real, you’d be begging to wake up from this surrealist nightmare.

Sevika practically ripped your arm out of its socket, dragging you back to your apartment building. You took heavy steps and dragged your heels, hoping to slow the journey to think your way out of this. The attempt was useless, Sevika would always win in a game of strength and you were a headliner clown in this clusterfuck of a circus. There was no way out of the circus tent but through the ring of fire.

The pulling stopped and you were jerked to a halt, your arm screaming in pain as you regained control. You studied the door of the building like it was a piece of art before giving a pleading look towards the woman next to you. Her eyebrows raised expectantly, waiting for something, expecting action and soon.

“Well, we’re here. You said you wanted to talk to her first so get to it.” Sevika crossed her arms in front of her chest, huffing.

You sighed. “How reliable is your memory? Maybe it wasn’t her, maybe I’m wrong, maybe—”

Luckily Sevika used her human arm to slap you outside the head. “Stop stalling or I’ll just drag her to Silco’s office. Don’t push it. You’re the one who wanted to drag this out.”

You reached for the door, pulling it open and walking through. Sevika followed closely as you lead her to the woman’s apartment on the first floor. The door seemed so unsuspecting, giving nothing away about being the door of a (potential) witch. You raised your fist but you couldn’t knock. You stared at your hand, unmoving. There was a knocking sound regardless of your frozen hand, which startled you. You looked up at Sevika, who looked annoyed at having to knock on the door for you, like it was an arduous task.

Inside the apartment, you could hear movement as Deidre moved to answer the door. A few locks flipped, making a clicking sound, and the door opened slightly, a chain stopping it from opening fully.

“Deidre! So sorry to disturb you but I have something to talk to you about.”

Her blue eyes pierced into your soul, like she knew more than she let on and exuded distrust. “I am firm on the no cats policy, my dear. However, I can give you a few more days if you really felt the need to convince me with violence.” Her eyes flickered over to Sevika and then back at you.

It was at that moment you realized you had spent so much time trying to get out of this confrontation that you had no idea what you were going to do to broach the subject. You stood there, dumbly, as an awkward silence settled over the three of you. As the pressure seemed to rise to the point of bursting, Deidre about to close the door on your face and Sevika about to rip it off its hinges, you blurted out a few words and they stumbled from your mouth ungracefully.

“What are your thoughts on transfiguration?” That seemed to break the tension, causing the two other women to flinch backward in surprise at your outburst.

“Excuse me?”

“Turning a thing into a different thing. You know, magic.”

Deidre hesitated before speaking. “Magic? I’m not sure I’m following.”

Sevika leaned over you, placing a hand on the door to test the strength of the chain keeping the door closed. “Can you turn someone into a cat or not, lady?”

Another awkward moment passed before the landlord gave a harsh laugh, something between annoyance and incredulousness. “I don’t know who you’ve been talking to but you shouldn’t believe everything you hear. I may be a medium but nothing I do is magic, I’m afraid. Now, if you’ll excuse me.”

“You admit you are something though. What did you do to Silco?” Sevika’s voice came out gritty and impatient. The chain keeping the door closed was barely holding on, close to breaking. You stared at it, admiring its determination to stay linked together while your own sanity unraveled.

The older woman considered Sevika before addressing you again. “This is about your boss? I’ve never met the man—”

“You’re lying, I saw you, yesterday, walk into his office.”

“I did no such thing!”

There was a loud clack, the chain breaking and hitting the door and then a bang as the door hit the wall. Sevika pushed passed you, shoving you into Deidre’s home while she held the older woman by her scarf and dress. She was in her face, yelling, as Deidre refuted her accusations. The argument was hard for you to follow, the most you could get out of Deidre’s defense was that she isn’t a hack and a fraud and only deals with spirits but not usually those of animals like cats. She hardly even does tarot readings because of the poor reputation spiritualism gets from all the past debunking and she just wants to do this in peace!

The fight melted into the background as a wall filled with framed photos caught your eye. Some looked like  staged family photos but there were two Deidres in a few, maybe three. They looked exactly the same. Other photos covered the wall, looking old and yellowed over time, some with bright flashes in them and ghostly figures. Deidre was a main figure in a lot of these photos but in many, there were at least two Deidres.

You spun around, putting your hand on Sevika’s arm. “Stop! She has a sister! A twin sister!”

Sevika did stop her assault to look at you in anger before glaring back at the woman held in her hands. Her eyebrows seemed to ask for her confirmation.

The older woman rolled her eyes, like she was making the realization herself too. “Of course! I haven’t seen any of my sisters in a long time but I’d be willing to bet they would each do something nefarious to a man like Silco.” She was quiet a moment, staring past Sevika before yelling again. “Let me go, you brute, before I make you pay for more than the door!” Her hands swatted at Sevika’s arms, like she had no self-preservation.

To her credit, Sevika did let her go and backed up. Deidre readjusted her scarf and dress, huffing the whole time. “Now pick up the door and put it back on the hinges. There are tools in the closet across the hall.”

Sevika balked at the command before becoming aggravated. “Lady, you are on thin ice. Do you think I will—”

“Did you not break into my home, falsely accuse me of witchcraft, and threaten me?! You’ve also dragged my tenant with you! I know you have working hands as they held me aggressively against the wall so I assume they work well enough to screw a few bolt into place. Or are you only capable of violence and mayhem? Hmm?”

The two stared each other down as your heartrate spiked, wondering if you were about to watch a double homicide and how you’d begin to explain the situation to anyone outside the room, let alone your cat boss. It seemed that no matter who one, you were the loser.

It was surprisingly Sevika who relented, muttering under her breath as she went to see the damage she had done.

Your eyes went wide and your jaw fell open. “You… You… What? How? You have to be a witch, because only Silco could boss her around!” You leaned over, clutching your chest. “Is this what a heart attack feels like? I think I’m dying.”

Deidre hummed. “No magic. The spirits told me to not show fear, to not fall prey to her intimidation, and that would be the way to get through to her. It’s about speaking the same language, my dear, I just happen to have an advantage. Would you like some tea and snacks? You’ve been dragged into some mischief unfairly and yet you still extend yourself too far.” Without waiting for an answer, the older woman trots over to the sink, filling up a kettle with water.

She seemed so… sure about everything. How did she know? Spirits? Unfairly?

“Dear, you’ll catch flies if you don’t close your jaw,” she continued her crusade of gathering cups, plates, and refreshments without stopping. Your jaw closed shut with a click. Deidre approached you once again with a full tray, ushering you to sit down. Not knowing what else to do, you followed and accepted the cup of tea she pushed into your hands. Sevika was somehow making quick work of putting the door back up, though begrudgingly.

Everything about this was so… bizarre. Did you enter The Twilight Zone? Deidre was so calm and somehow you felt… comforted? How did she create such an atmosphere? The warm cup in your hand, the easy of the air around you, as if a safety blanket had been placed on you.

Deidre sat in the chair next to you, sipping her tea and looking at you expectantly. Her face had softened from when she had answered the door but her eyes were still calculating. You never had a moment to really analyze her before this, but she did give off the vibes of a mystic grandma you’d find in a cottage in the woods that you could only ever find once and never on purpose. Her hair was unruly, curly and barely tamed in a bun. Her dress seemed stuffy, an older fashion and well worn. Deidre seemed old and timeless at the same time, something of an ethereal, magical being.

“There is no magic in what I do,” Deidre started as if reading your thoughts, “but it can seem like magic to those not in touch with the world around them. I am a medium and can commune with spirits who are still with us. I don’t necessarily get to choose which spirits reach out, much to the grieving’s’ dismay, but it is very real. My sisters, however, would disagree.”

“Sister… plural as in… multiple sisters?”

“Yes, yes, we all look the same. Our mother had a hard time telling us apart. It was quite fun to pull pranks on unsuspecting guests. We are rather estranged now, splitting off in our beliefs. I practice spiritualism but my sisters… They would believe in something as silly as magic. Or use it against marks to get money. They love a good grift, the charlatan.”

Sevika huffed a laugh before sitting down in the last available seat. “So, what, you’re going to bring out a Ouija board and ask the spirits which one of your sisters turned Silco into a cat?”

Deidre did not like Sevika’s attitude one bit. She acted completely different from how she treated you. “It’s naysayers like you that are the reason I don’t advertise my profession as I wish to. No amount of proof will suffice to someone who refuses to believe. Besides, the spirits are not omniscient and I don’t partake so much in the physical demonstration.” She sat back in her chair, her eyes trained back on you.

“I’m not asking.” Sevika broke a cookie in her hand, staring menacingly at Deidre.

The older woman didn’t break eye contact with you as she responded. “Your forcefulness does not encourage the spirits. You’ll get nowhere with it.”

Deidre had all of her attention directed at you, as if it was your turn in a game and she was waiting for you to move. It wasn’t aggressive, more like she was pushing you to do better, like a mentor would. You just wished you knew what game you were playing and what the fucking rules were.

*~*~*

So, in my absence, I have been consuming a lot of podcasts, specifically one called Behind the Bastards. Highly recommend, 10/10, you will go insane. It lead me to a podcast called Ghost Church about American Spiritualism. I became intrigued as it aligns more with my beliefs somewhat. I'm not making fun of it but I am pulling from it for inspiration. The sisters, however, will make fun of it as they will each be inspired by different forms of religion that popped up around that time. Their look and their name are pulled from those people who popularized believing in spirits and having contact with the world beyond. So, you might learn a thing with this silly fic, who knows.

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Please don't rush your comics take it slow and steady I know many people are eager to see more from your comics but please don't forget your human you need to take breaks from time to time art burnout isn't a joke I myself was once a artist and i quit that because it didn't bring me much joy anymore because of excessive burnout so please from one artist to another Take a breather maybe plan what your gonna do for the story going forward maybe take some inspiration from the game or something though whatever the outcome I will honor it.

Oh don't worry about the story itself. I have it all planned out and am absolutely not changing it (other than possible dialogue changes, I have the major plot points all set though). So that's not the issue.

It was the actual art itself. You are right, art burnout isn't a joke, and honestly I'm pretty sure I've never been closer to quitting art than when I was making Security Alert. The only difference with me is, art is one of the very few things that bring me any sense of joy. It's literally either a select few video games, or making art/stories, and at the time of making Security Alert I was in a video game burnout too and struggling through college.

All of that built up to make me miserable to draw and probably super depressed looking back at it (though I wouldn't hit a true low until my last semester, if I was still trying to do the comic then I don't think I would have made it).

Anyway, thank you for your words. I do appreciate them! I am going to take my time with this comic. Maybe even try out a different format or something. Smaller parts or less detail in the art. I just want to get the story out, and since I am not a writer, I have to draw it. But I'll definitely be taking my time when drawing it.

I'll be honest, I don't know how many people might have realized it, but I am a serial procrastinator that needs deadlines to get shit done, and I get stuff done all in one go or not at all. So all those big parts I posted? Those were all done in basically one sitting. Some of them were done in 3 days with me getting a total of like 3-4 hours of sleep on the weekend, not even counting the editing I did for videos. So you can probably see why I started to resent the comic and start to burn out from it.

I'm literally just rambling now, but I wanted people to know a little bit about what I went through since I know not everyone will be as understanding as you or other people who have sent in kind words to me in the past. I've learned my lesson then, and since I am not in college anymore, I won't feel rushed to get things out before the weekend is done or be rushing myself to make people happy.

It honestly all really sucks because I was always so happy to post the comic/tiktok and pass out finally, then to wake up to a flood of nice messages. But it would all too soon go away because only a day (sometimes not even) after posting people would be demanding the next part. It just sucks since I did have fun a lot, but also had that fun drained away just as quickly.

I don't even know what I am trying to say anymore. Thank you for the nice words. I will keep to my word about not rushing myself or pushing myself too much. I do feel like I am, at some point, going to try doing what I did before and pull all nighters and fuck up my sleep schedule drastically, but I'm hoping I will recognize the signs this time and take a step back once I possibly start doing that.

So don't be upset (saying this to the general audience/whoever reading this, not specifically you) if at some point in the future, if the comic does continue, that there might be another hiatus. Will definitely try not to go on a basically year long hiatus like I did last time, but depending on how my mental state is, it might be a pretty long one.