#it’s probably nothing new to you but hopefully you find it interesting regardless

[feartheoldblog]

do you have any headcanons for micolash? not much is stated about him, but i like to think that the fucked up animals in the nightmare are indeed his creations/pets from the waking world, essentially grafting animal parts together with the old blood

Hello anon!

I’ll preface this by saying that I’m not as well versed in the more intricate pieces of lore etc. so this will primarily be my own headcanons but I’m more than happy to give a few.

I absolutely believe that the dogs with the crow heads/crows with dog heads aren’t just a creation of the nightmare itself but something that Micolash (or his fellow scholars) actively created in the ‘waking world’. I’ll use that to describe to the time in the past pre-dream/nightmare and prior to the game, in this case when the School of Mensis were prolific and active. It’s very clear that Mensis are more than willing to mutilate and perform unethical experiments, and I feel like they’re more than capable of grafting animals together.

However, I headcanon that it was Micolash’s, pardon the pun, pet project. The crows and dogs are definitely affected by the blood (just look at the bloody size of those birds) so he’d probably be curious about what he could make with them. I can’t really think of any real scientific drive that he would have to do it other than some morbid curiosity or perhaps research into animal physiology and its interaction with the old blood. Maybe he just wanted some friends! Most people get a cat or a goldfish, Micolash gets a half-dog/half-crow abomination of his own making. There’s a few meaty werewolves in Yahar’gul which I don’t think were ‘made’ (more imagery than anything) but I guess you could see them as hinting at animal experimentation too.

Outside of that topic, I do have a few headcanons.

• Micolash did indeed study at Byrgenwerth but he wasn’t as closely associated with Laurence as he would’ve liked to have been. I think that he was always a bit of an eccentric, even amongst the scholars of Byrgenwerth. He was an interesting person with plenty of ideas and asked the right questions, but not the sort that you would trust wholeheartedly. He was involved in the research to a point, and I think that would also have spurred on his intention to leave Byrgenwerth for Mensis. He had enough knowledge from there to continue to research but enough freedom in Mensis to perform whatever he wanted without being shackled down by Byrgenwerth’s rules or research. Definitely a difficult person to work with, that’s for sure. I wouldn’t like to be his lab partner!

• I like to think that he came from a family of ample wealth, enough for him to receive an education fitting of an applicant to the college of Byrgenwerth but not grossly rich. In fact, I feel like he was probably one of the less well off students at the college. I’ll go into detail about this at some point but I do think that Byrgenwerth was like colleges back in the day where only the wealthy were permitted to attend.

• At Mensis, he truly came into his own. He had fellow scholars with ideals identical to his own and individuals to defend them. He also finally had enough resources and reach to organise the grotesque events in Yahar’gul and finally achieve his goals (which he basically did).

• On a more light hearted note, I think that his favourite place in Byrgenwerth was the lake and he often enjoyed leaning on the stone walls, gazing out at the glassy surface to collect his thoughts or finish any work. That’s the only part he misses about his former college- other than that it was just a means to an end, and a hinderance on the latter end of his stay. The library was great too but he had a better one at Mensis any way.

[innxrvision]

So long - pt. 2 𒂭

part 2 of 3 ------------ 𖦹 tags: james hetfield x reader, fluff, smut, best friends to lovers, bet, 80s james, a little angst if you squint ��� a/n: here's part 2 just like i promised! Also... this got too long again and I had to split once more, I'm sorry. Next part will be the last hopefully! I'll probably only be able to post it on wednesday or thursday tho, but we'll see how things go! Thanks to everyone that has been reading and liking my story, it truly made me happy!

𖦹 part 1 𖦹 part 2 𖦹 part 3

Both of you entered the bar already chatting excitedly, just as you imagined, whatever disagreement that came between you two couldn't last long. You and James' friendship went way back.

"Let's get you a drink." James' playful smile made you smile involuntarily back.

He ordered two beers and raised his glass after you two settled down on a table near the wall, on a spot where the soft yellow light shined right on James' blonde locks.

"To making up!" He said, the smile never leaving his lips.

"If you say so." You shrugged, raising your glass too, but there wasn't any hint of resentment in your voice.

"I really am sorry about what I've said to you earlier. I never wanted to hurt you." He repeated his apology sincerely.

You shrugged again in response, not wanting to make a big deal out of it again.

"What has gotten into you anyway?" You asked genuinely curious before taking a sip.

"I don't really know." He admitted and you could sense some embarrassment coming from him. "I guess my emotions were all over the place and I took all on you. I truly hope you can forgive me."

You just nodded in response, you could easily understand his side.

Soon one beer became two, then three… and before you could realize it, both were a bit too drunk, laughing obnoxiously loud at each other's stupid jokes.

At a certain moment, while James were rambling about his new guitar, your mind wandered as you studied his features under the soft light. The unruly blond hair now gained a different shine, the blue eyes seemed more vivid, and the skin covered by acne suddenly got a different charm to it.

You've known him for years, but, for some reason, the realization that he had grown into a man only hit you now. It's not like you haven't noticed his changes at all, you could admit the boy you knew had gained the charms of a man a long time ago, however, something at that bar made it all become more evident. Maybe it was the alcohol speaking. Regardless, you just stayed silent, lost in your thoughts.

"What are you thinking about?" James' voice cut through your mind, his eyebrow quirked in confusion. "You're looking at me like I have two heads or something." He added, a chuckle coming out of his lips.

You snapped out of it as soon as you heard him, your cheeks heating up in response to his question.

"What?" You laughed nervously "Sorry, just got lost in my thoughts for a moment, go on."

James grinned, finding your flustered expression too amusing to let it go.

"I must really put you in a state to make you blush like that." He took another sip of his beer and kept grinning at you. "What were you thinking about before? I'm curious now."

You tried your best to appear bored and rested your elbow on the table, putting your chin on top of your hand.

"Nothing. Just… Work."

He studied your face and the playful expression he had before turned into a smirk.

"You're hiding something." He teased. "You're a terrible liar."

You rolled your eyes, pretending to be offended by his observation.

"I'm not!" You shot back. "I said it's nothing. You're too curious for your own good."

"Come on, tell me." He nudged your shoulder. "It's not fair if you keep it a secret."

"Not fair? What? Don't you have any secrets?" You scoffed.

"Of course I do. But your secrets are much more interesting to me right now than my own." He leaned closer and raised an eyebrow, a mischievous glint in his eyes. "So spill it. What were you really thinking about? Was it a boy?"

You looked at him incredulous, just wishing he would drop the subject.

"You can't be serious." You looked with concern in your expression at him and he laughed in response.

"Oh, I'm being serious. You were blushing so hard, so it must be a boy." He grinned, crossing his arms. It was clear that he was enjoying messing up with you. "So come on, spill it. Is it someone I know? Do you want me to hook you up?"

"No! What? You're crazy." You couldn't believe he thought you wanted him to hook you up with somebody.

"I know you're thinking about someone, just tell me already. Who's the lucky guy?" He pressed again.

"There's... No one!" You were starting to get frustrated.

"Oh, please. You can't fool me, I know you. You were obviously daydreaming about someone." He raised an eyebrow again and you had to take a deep breath in order to control yourself. "Is it one of the guys? Lars maybe? Or... Is it Kirk? I know you two are very close. You got a thing for him?" His voice dripped with amusement, it was clear he was enjoying teasing you.

"What?!" You opened your mouth in shock as he started pointing names. "I've never...! I never liked Kirk! Where did this come from?!"

"I can see the way you look at him sometimes." He chuckled, it seemed like he was testing you. "If it's not him, then who is it? I won't leave you alone until you tell me."

"Kirk is like a brother to me!" You said offended, your cheeks getting hot once again.

"You're protesting a little too much. I know you're hiding something from me." He studied your blushed face in silence for a second "Well, whoever he is, we can play matchmaker and set you up on a date." He batted his eyelashes dramatically at you and laughed.

"Why are you so invested in being my wingman? Who says I need one?"

You were getting tired of this talk. One second of distraction staring too much at him and now you had to deal with James playing guess by himself. He already loved getting on your nerves, but whenever he got drunk that would get worse.

"You've been single for almost a year now." He grinned. "I just want to help you find someone to share your life with."

You couldn't believe he decided to throw that on your face. Ouch. You sighed and looked around the bar for a second, trying to find a good response.

"Why don't you worry about your own love life?"

He chuckled again, shrugging off your comment.

"You know I don't do long-term relationships." He said casually. "I'm more of a one-night-stand kind of guy." He winked and that irritated you.

You looked down at your hands, trying to navigate your feelings. For some reason, hearing that he had been sleeping with other girls made you feel jealous. You tried your best to not seem affected, but James noticed the shift in your reaction.

"What's wrong with one-night stands?" He asked, his tone playful.

"I just think it's gross." You cursed yourself mentally for your childish response.

"C'mon... You're such a prude." He rolled his eyes and teased you, nudging at your arm. "One-night stands aren't gross, they're just casual fun. You should try it sometime, it might loosen you up a bit." There was that smug grin again that made you heated.

"I don't need to loosen up, I'm fine the way I am." You tried defending yourself. "And also, I'm not a prude."

"Sure, keep telling yourself this." He shrugged, that grin only growing wider at your frustration. "But deep down, you're just a boring goody-two-shoes who wouldn't know how to have a good time if your life depended on it." He continued. "Bet you've never even been on a proper date before."

You scoffed. Yeah, he made a habit of teasing you and yes, that would worsen whenever he drunk, but tonight he seemed even more invested in driving you nuts. "Is it just the alcohol?" You asked yourself.

"Of course I have!" You crossed your arms. "I can have fun just fine. I just think the girls you hook up with are gross."

You tried attacking him, but it was clear that your response only amused him even more.

"Gross, huh? Interesting choice of words." He leaned closer once again. "Does that mean you think I'm gross too? For hooking up with random girls?" He waited for your response, staring at you.

"I've never said that." You regretted mentioning his hookups and sighed.

"I know you're judgmental of my dating life." He leaned back and shrugged. "You're probably just jealous that I'm getting some action and you're not." He smiled triumphantly.

"Who says I'm not getting some action?" You tried your best to sound convincing but your attempt only made him laugh.

"Oh, really? With whom exactly? A pillow? A stuffed animal?" You blushed and he caught your reaction. "I knew it. You don't have anyone. Which is why you're so sour and uptight because you're not getting laid." He taunted.

"You're such an ass." You looked away and rolled your eyes. "It's none of your business, maybe? Just leave my love life alone, please." At this point, you had given up winning this conversation.

"Alright, alright. I'll leave your non-existent love life alone." He raised both of his hands in surrender. "But if you need some advice on how to get laid, come to me. I'm something of an expert, y'know?" He winked playfully.

"Like I would take your advice." You laughed sarcastically, seeing the perfect chance to annoy him back. "Bet you don't how to please girls at all." You added, certain that this would drive him crazy.

In response, he just smiled and shook his head. A different reaction that you were expecting.

"Oh yeah? You think I can't satisfy a girl?" He said confidently and leaned closer to you once again. "In fact, I bet I could satisfy you better than any other guy you've ever been with."

You stopped in your tracks, wondering if you heard him right. "He's just trying to get a reaction of me." You thought to tranquilize yourself.

"No way. Bet you take like... One minute." You decided just to keep teasing, trying to give him hell back for being so annoying.

"You think I'm that bad?" He raised an eyebrow with a smile on his lips. He then went silent for a second and something in his expression changed. "How about we make a bet then? If I can't please you better than anyone you've ever been with before, I'll do the dishes at your house for a week. But... If I do a good job, you have to take me out on a date."

"What?" Your mind went blank with shock and you felt a wave of heat from the embarrassment go through your entire body. Everything was all fun and games until now, but now you were just dumbfounded.

James noticed the shock in your expression and bit his lip, realizing he may have overstepped, but it was too late to take back now.

"Just hear me out. It'll be fun, it's just a harmless bet." He said quickly. "We are friends, right? What's wrong with having some fun?" He tried.

You couldn't even look straight at him now. It's true that you've been getting more and more attracted to him, but since you were best friends, you never expected this kind of proposal to come from him. Was it the alcohol? Was he just trying to prove a point? Your thoughts ran a 100 mph, trying to decide what should you do.

"I..." You started, then shook your head in an attempt to clear your mind. "Fine, it's a bet."

[kylorengarbagedump]

hi!! i literally just created an account on here to send you a message 😭 lmao

I hope this message finds you well/hope you're doing good!<3

anyways i just had to let you know that your stories have always been a safe space for me & no matter how long i would need to wait, i'd LOVE to read more of DYA someday. Do you know if you'd ever continue the story or would you rather just let it be? Because there are still so so many people out there who love your stories as well. Your fics are literally the only ones i can't stop thinking about. No matter what i read, it just doesn't compare. Your writing style is unique and thats why i hope that someday you find the motivation to pick up DYA again because you ARE ICONIC. And please never ever delete your fics (i noticed FYA is gone from wattpad somehow) because i honestly don't know what i'd do without them. No writer gets Kylo like you do. Honestly. I may sound cheesy or pathetic or whatever but i'm just being honest. Others portray Kylo as this mildly "grumpy" guy who just needs to fall in love in order to be "fluffy" and then he suddenly turns into a completely different person. But only you manage to actually capture his anger, his rage, his turmoil. Your style is unmatched and you have no idea how much i miss reading new things by you! Also the fact that he can read the reader's mind in FYA/DYA.. ahhhh i could go on and on. just love your style and your ideas so much. Hopefully some day i can read a new chapter and until then i will re-read all of the existing chapters for a 10000th time 😭

sending lots of love!! <3

HIIII - really quickly - I actually had no idea FYA had been removed from Wattpad because I haven't logged on to that website in probably 2 years at this point. I assume it was deleted due to mass-reporting. I refuse to delete anything from the internet, pretty much, so anything that's gone now was removed against my will, haha. But, that's why I feel safe on AO3! All of my work is there and I plan to keep it there.

Now onto the rest - you're sincerely SO kind and thoughtful to send me this. I really really appreciate it, and I truly don't ever take any compliment I receive on my writing for granted, and I really do appreciate your encouragement and generosity. I love knowing people resonate with my interpretation of Kylo, because he's very near and dear to my heart and writing him feels very intimate to me.

That being said, regarding DYA... I'm not sure if I will continue it, tbh. I truly HATE to leave a project unfinished, it's very unlike me, but I've encountered something of a 'stuck' spell in my writing in general. It's very hard for me to produce anything nowadays - nothing seems good enough, interesting enough, I feel like I've run out of ideas. With DYA specifically, I feel like I've written myself into a corner and I've already ruined the story I might've told. Not saying ANY of that is true or for sympathy - it's just how I feel. That's not to say it's impossible, but I wouldn't hang your hopes on it. To be very honest, I feel quite down in the dumps and hopeless about my writing these days and I hope that will change in the future. I have considered taking it down or something just because I hate giving people false hope, but like I said, I'm loathe to delete anything from the internet so I haven't and I won't.

Regardless, comments and interactions like these always brighten my day and do make me feel a little bit hopeful, so I'm very grateful you sent it. Thank you so much <3

[elkkiel]

fuck it I know I said yesterday I'm gonna hold on and wait but I just need to get some thoughts out of my head.

Content covered: love and empathy to Caiti, why he's taking so long to get his statement out, and frustrations with balancing personal mental health vs understanding that this isn't about *you*

1) Love to Caiti

I can't even imagine what she's going through right now. Regardless of if George had innocent or malicious intentions, it's obvious that this situation was incredibly traumatic for her. And I'm so glad that she has friends that are publicly willing to support her. I talked about it when Shelby spoke up so I won't bring it up again, but I get what she's going through and how much it fucking sucks. Hopefully, no matter the outcome, she can find peace and healing moving forward.

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2) Why he's taking so long

*I'll make statements empathizing with how difficult the self-defence process must be, but it in no way condones or excuses his potential behaviours or actions involved in this situation. He is a grown man and can deal with the consequences as such

The rush to get a statement and potentially closure to move on is understandable but still super stressful all the same. Given the severity of how this will impact his entire life moving forward, I wouldn't be surprised if he's seeking legal counsel or other advice before proceeding with a statement. Additionally, this is likely a situation where there may be little to no evidence that proves he didn't do anything, so whatever he presents has to be circumstantially rock solid with little room for doubt.

This isn't twitter drama where you can link a few screenshots and a twitlonger, or hop on stream quick to spout out your perspective. He stands to lose absolutely everything in his life today and it all depends on what he has to say and how he manages to say it. I know if I was in a situation like that (in the case that he legitimately believes he hasn't intentionally done anything wrong) I would be preparing in every way possible, short of a lawyer speaking for me, to clear my name to the best of my ability.

It makes sense that he's taking so long. He's probably not trying to ignore it and move on, but the lack of clarity on timelines certainly doesn't help him either. I wish he'll say something now too, but there's nothing wrong with taking longer than anticipated to detail out (probably with some fairly intimate detail that may be uncomfortable for anyone to share at such a scale) the most important stream of his life.

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3) Autism and grieving a special interest

There are (or were) a lot of neurodivergent people in this community. Like, a LOT. Some of us are able to drop hyperfixations or special interests and move on to something new with relative ease. Others struggle a hell of a lot more. You're not a bad person if you mourn the loss of a special interest in your life, it's just important that you keep the right perspective about it.

It's not as strong now as it was years ago, but the dream team have been a special interest for me since like July 2020. Emotionally, it honest to goodness feels like a loved one has died and I'm having a really hard time coping with it. Fuck, like I called in sick to work today because I the mental toll is so extreme I'm feeling physically ill.

Things will be okay and I'm so grateful to have Sleep Token right now, otherwise I don't know if I would be in a very safe place at the moment. It's really fucking hard and your pain is valid, despite what neurotypicals or neurodivergents with different experiences may say. The important thing to keep in mind is that your pain does not outweigh the pain of those genuinely hurt in this situation (Caiti in this case)

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4) Moving forward

I guess it all hinges on what's to come later today. Regardless of the outcome, things will never be the same here and I would be very surprised if any of the dream team carry on with their careers in the same capacity. I'm glad that people seem to be self-blaming less this time compared to the drituation. It still hurts to see this once-vibrant community crumble in such a short period of time.

I don't know what I'll do from here but I don't think the last 4 years were a waste. The dream team was a huge source of happiness during some of the darkest times of my life, and I don't think those memories could ever be tainted.

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Much love to everyone, whether you're still hanging around or not. I hope everyone finds happiness wherever they end up and that the truth will prevail in the end

[wildlittledaisies]

After last night's fury, I finally am able to recognize the way I felt. I would have loved this episode as like an episode 6-7 but we only have three episodes left and it only now seems like they're getting deeper in with their love interests. We went from love of their lives, to best kiss ever and I can't be happy without you in my life. Now suddenly Nancy calls Ace "my ex", does it not feel strange?

I spent a year getting over someone I never dated either, did I like him? Yes but did I think he was the love of my life? No. So, I find it really strange that Nancy and Ace were just like "Alright we can't date, sad. Hey new lover wanna go for dinner?" Within the time span of like what two weeks?

I know the showrunners and writers only found out when they were already writing their season but didn't they already feel like the end was nearing, seeing how many shows were expected to be canceled. Regardless of that, this episode felt off. I know Nancy drowns her feelings by diving head first into a new relationship but still it feels weird and out of character the way everything is going rn.

The only possible satisfying way I see this panning out is that

- Next episode we have a Nancy rescue mission, Ace being worried, Tristan not making it because the ritual failed. (Sorry Tristan but I really don't care for you). But then that would make Nancy be all sad for Tristan which yeah sad but also he's like a centuries old sin eater that people have been using to their advantage.

- Episode 12 would then be the episode where hopefully the whole drew crew works together, we get a final revelation about Nace. I would love a heart to heart about the sin she erased or I don't know because they're making it seem like nace never communicated (I'm here for you, if you wanna talk???)

- Episode 13 is where I feel like we find out what the sin, Nancy had erased was. What would make sense the most would be Nancy erasing her love and feelings for Ace or maybe the pain (you know lust and all that being a sin). Her having this whole speech about Ace, them trying to find a cure and then the last few minutes happy everyone montage.

I trust and love the showrunners, creators and writers but I can't help but feel upset at how rushed everything is feeling. Because if Tristan doesn't die (which he probably won't because he's important until the finale) we will have an extremely rushed timeline which could've been avoided because I don't think anyone was looking for another love triangle/square in a shows final season.

I'm just sad, I can't help but feel nothing towards Nancy x Tristan and Ace x Ghost Girl. Like yeah they're attractive but we've been rooting for them for years and now it just feels like they don't even care that much anymore.

[what-the-fluxxation]

THE pinned post with info

Hello there, it is I, the Fluxxation. It’s like 1 AM and I really need to make this before I fall asleep so here goes nothing.

Me (Basics)

- He/Him

- Technically an adult (18) but no NSFW stuff please

- Exclusively an English speaker

My Interests

Above everything and always I will be a robot enjoyer. I love violent robots, funny robots, detailed robots, cute robots, anything but sexualized robots, please don’t do that.

As for current games, I’m very very big into my Nine Sols brainrot era, somewhat moderately playing Honkai Star Rail and Zenless Zone Zero whenever they get content updates, and will always be a Souls and Armored Core fan. I know of Rain World, I wish I could get into it more, but I know of it. Oneshot holds an eternal grip on my heart as well. OH AND ULTRAKILL I FORGOT TO MENTION ULTRAKILL EARTHMOVER AND GUTTERTANK MY BELOVED I NEED MORE GUTTERTANK PLEASE. Also the entire risk of rain franchise im just adding games when i think of them now tbh.

As my previous games show, my interest is generally in difficult souls/souls-likes and narratively strong games, though I’ll play just about anything if it has a lot of robots in it or just outright looks appealing.

My music taste is horrible, I listen to VGM, Djent Metal, lofi, anything electronic, and everything in-between. I will always take song suggestions if you want to offer them. I would say I have a music addiction if 160k minutes on Spotify Wrapped says anything.

Creatively, I’ve always been best at writing. I’ve tried my hand at music, am beginning to finally learn art, but words have always been my forte. I’ve used this passion for writing to do quite a lot of online Roleplaying, generally in style of typical DnD, but also in more narrative-driven formats. I’ve made OCs for a good chunk of years of my life, having made short stories for my favorites and such, some of which I may share here someday. I wouldn’t even begin to say my writing is anything special, but I like to do it, and the people I’ve shared it with seem to think it’s alright.

Outside of my online degeneracy, I enjoy tennis and pickleball. I’m pretty active, loving to hike and climb/clamber. I greatly enjoy primitive camping and the outdoors regardless of weather, almost finding it more fun if I’m with the right people when the conditions are less than optimal.

Why I’m on Tumblr

I’m almost ashamed to say the reason I found Tumblr was the glorious Nine Sols Shitpost tag. I finished the game and my hyperfixation was so bad that I just started scouring the internet for any ounce of content I could get my hands on. Given my background with roleplaying stuff and shitposting, coupled with my new obsession of a game interest and a desire to start digital art, it was a perfect storm to get me to both join Tumblr and start drawing.

Now I’m here to keep up with those goals. I wanna keep providing comedic content on shitpost blogs, working on general art skills so that at the very least I can make decent-enough references for my often complicated roleplay-centric projects, and most of all, looking at content for games I enjoy, hopefully making some new pals in the process.

Oh, and reblogging cool robots / horrible shitposts

Current Projects / Goals

- Work on my Nine Sols AU (Ancient War Machine)

- Continue to practice drawing

- Befriend a few people on here (yippeee)

Asks / Contacting me

Feel free to ask for art requests or whatever else, I can’t guarantee anything close to speedy or good, as my art quality and time management skills are both as far from the word “good” as you can get, but I need the practice so..

I don’t have any other socials really aside from Discord. If you’re a mutual, or think you might as well be, then by all means hit me up and I’ll give you my user (even if it’s close enough to this account that you can probably guess it in a reasonable number of tries). FAIR WARNING, I am very socially awkward and will talk to you like we’ve just bumped into each other at random without any knowledge of who the other person is.

Thanks for reading allat, here’s a star for your efforts!

🌟

[vinegar-on-main]

SACRED STONES FIC UPON THEE. throws this at you like a wet trout. welcome to the fic where rennac has a not fun time

Rennac often wondered if being forsaken to a horde of giant spiders would’ve been a kinder fate.

Sure, the whole ‘deadly venom and very, very large fangs’ would’ve probably added together for a… less than pleasant final experience, but anything would’ve been preferable to-

“Rennac! Don’t fall behind, now!”

An all-top-familiar meaty hand slapping much too hard on his back snapped Rennac out of his trance. Fantastic. Dozla.

“I’m coming, I’m coming…” Rennac sighed as he picked up his pace. He wasn’t even aware of where they were headed, just that they were going somewhere. Not that the two of them ever told him anything. L’Arachel just seemed to have some sort of ‘intuition’ as to wherever the next ‘foul, unholy beast we have to smite from this land!’ would be, as she always put it. Not to mention he still hasn’t gotten any word out of her as to when he would be getting his pay…

A sharp gasp from L’Arachel got both his and Dozla’s attention “Look, you two!” She cried, pointing at a rather small collection of towns past the cliffside. What was she…

Ah. Monsters. Right. There were a veritable horde of beasts running amok on the plains below. Revenants, skeletons… floating eyes? That was a new one. More importantly, there were people actually fighting them.

Not just some random townsfolk who were stupid enough to try to fend them off with sticks, either. Actual soldiers and cavalries and mages and everything. They seemed to have the situation under control, and he’d rather not dull his knife if had t-

“Gwah-ha-ha! Seems like we’ve got a few beasties to wipe out, eh, Lady L’Arachel?” Dozla boomed, axe primed in hand. Joy. Guess this was their latest little detour.

“Indeed, Dozla! Come, let’s rush down these cliffs and save those poor folk from these agents of evil!” L’Arachel yelled, as if tumbling down a cliff on horseback was the most reasonable idea anyone had ever thought of.

“We go down these cliffs and the only thing we’ll be rushing to is an early death.” Rennac reminded her. “How about we find a nicer, less rocky and dangerous path down, hm?”

L’Arachel sheepishly drew back the reins of her horse. “Ah… right. Well. Let’s hurry regardless! We cannot leave these poor folk to the wrath of these beasts!” And with that, she hurtled towards the nearest path, charging down with Dozla is close pursuit.

Why was it always running with these two? Would it kill them to walk somewhere for once?!

Rennac heaved a sigh and hurried after the pair. This job would pay well, if nothing else. The SECOND he got his payment from L’Arachel when they reach Renais, he was gone. If he hadn’t ditched them by then, that is…

———————————————————

“To arms, you layabouts! We’re under attack!”

Seems like things were heating up. Rennac idled in the back of the barracks while the castle soldier barked orders at the rest of the group. He wasn’t particularly paying attention to whatever he was saying, far more interested in the (hopefully) priceless treasures he was certain were nearby. He just had to find a chance to sneak off…

“You there! Quit lazing about! The enemy will be upon us any minute!” Said soldier suddenly shouted. Ah. He was barking at him.

“Hm? No, no, you must be mistaken. Fighting wasn’t a part of the job descr-“

“Quit yapping and just grab something! Not that there’ll be much for you layabouts to do after we’re through, heh.” The soldier sneered as he hurried to get prepared. Whatever boosted his ego.

Rennac didn’t have much faith in the soldiers he had seen so far, but they would hopefully hold off any enemies long enough for him to work through a chest or seven and slip away unnoticed. He-“…only had a key, this wouldn’t be such an issue…”Hm? Was that a… voice? It was coming from the other side of the door to outside… Rennac creeped towards it to listen in.“Hm…. flimsy hinges… mostly wood… we don’t need a key for this.” A new voice this time. Were they trying to break in? That was an issue.

He wasn’t the only one to think this, seemingly, as a few other guards took notice of the voices and warily primed their weapons.“What do you mean we don’t-““Stand back, Artur. I know what to do.”Rennac took a good few dozen steps away from the entrance.“wh- LUTE NO-“Smart of him to do that, for just a moment later the door exploded off its hinges and down the hall in a fiery burst, leaving behind a smoldering entrance with one very satisfied-looking sage (and an equally shocked bishop) staring down the new entrance, Elfire tome gripped tightly in one of the sage’s hand with their other extended in a clear post-door-exploding position.

A few soldiers weren’t as quick to move out of the way as Rennac was and were now desperately trying to writhe their way out of the fiery remains of the door.“Lute, I think Colm just got the k-" the bishop started, before the sage quickly interjected.“Too late, door’s gone, let’s move. Besides, we can use that key later now. I'm just being efficient." The sage shrugged, as if this was perfectly sound logic.

While these two new obstructions were bickering (and what sounded like many more of them just outside of the door were getting prepared), Rennac figured now was as good a time as any to bolt.

He was either getting his ‘pay’ and booking it now, or be on the receiving end of an Elfire tome, which didnt sound particularly inviting. Now, he would just need to be quick with picking the nearby door and he’d be home fr-

A sickeningly familiar voice suddenly boomed through the barracks and stopped him in his tracks.

“Cower, wrongdoers! Salvation rides forth!”

Oh no.

No, no, no, not now, not HERE, it couldn’t be, it shouldn’t, how would she-

“Oh! Rennac, there you are!”

He would pay any amount of money to die right then and there. Standing right before him was L’Arachel.

“What in heavens are you doing here? Dozla and I thought you simply wandered off and got lost, but not *this* lost!” L’Arachel glanced around the room, as if his reason for deserting them was simply hung up on the walls along with all the rusted spears. Rennac sometimes wondered if the goddess enjoyed seeing him suffer personally.

“Well, uh… I-it’s a bit compl-“ Rennac started before L’Arachel, like usual, interjected.

“Well, we can worry about your navigation skills later. We have work to do! Come with me!”

“I-What? No! Listen, Princess, I’m NOT working for you. The Grado Empire’s hired me. I’m your ENEMY.”

L’Arachel… laughed. That shrill, haughty laugh that haunted his worst nightmares.

“Oh, that was one of your better ones, Rennac! You’ll have to share that with Dozla once we finish here! Hurry now, the queen won’t simply save herself!”

L’arachel grasped Rennac’s arm, her grip shockingly tight. This lady scared him.

“Wh-No! What isn’t getting across here?!” Rennac objected, barely being able to squirm out of her grasp. “What part of ‘I’m not working for you anymore’ are you not understanding!?”

L’Arachel tilted her head to the side seemingly bewildered. “…Is this about your pay, again? I told you, my father will compensate you in full once we reach Rausten!”

“That was NOT our deal!! You were supposed to pay me in ADV-“

“Later, Rennac! Hurry, help me handle some of these soldiers!”

“ARE YOU EVEN LISTENING TO- annnnd there she goes.” Rennac groaned as L’Arachel galloped down the hall, her horse flattening a good few slow-witted soldiers.

He mumbled as many curses as he knew under his breath as he hurried after her. Goddess, he was going to have to learn to get through that thick skull of hers before it killed him.

Eirika had observed the entire argument from the entrance hole where the door used to be, and turned to Dozla, thoroughly unsure what to think about the apparent recruitment she just witnessed.

“Are they… always like this?” She inquired.

“Hm?” Dozla turned towards her. “Ah, Rennac’s just a bit prickly around Lady L’arachel! Pay ‘em no mind. Heck, that was one of their quicker squabbles! Gwah-hah!”

“…Right.”

———————————————————

Rennac poked at the fireplace with a nearby stick, before tossing it in once it lit.

The commander, whatever her name was, decided they would set up camp and rest for the night before liberating Castle Renais in the morning. Not that he particularly cared.

They just had to do that, then hopefully he could finally drop the brat L’Arachel off at Rausten, get his ample compensation, and never have to see her again. Wouldn’t that be nice.

Goddess, what was he doing with his life? Here he was, a master thief, pilferer of treasures the continent over, a vagabond drifting wherever the wind took him…

Getting dragged around by some bossy princess and her meathead bodyguard halfway across the continent with a bunch of weirdos and nobodys who were all trying to get chummy with him.

Maybe he should just jump into the nearest river and hope the currents take him somewhere nicer.

“Hey.”

“GAH?!”

Rennac practically jumped out of his skin, swiveling around to see-

Oh. It was just that sage girl who blew up the door. Not someone sneaking up to plunge a dagger in his back for… the many reasons a lot of different people would want to do that. (Thievery doesn’t exactly make you a lot of friends.)

“…can I help you?” Rennac asked, slowly reverting from his startled-wilderness-animal pose.

“Why are you out here all by yourself? Everyone else is inside.” She questioned as she took a seat next to him on the log, lazily swishing an ember between her fingers.

“Could ask you the same thing.”

Lute shrugged. “It’s loud. I like eating out here. Sometimes deer walk by. I give them bits of the food sometimes. We have a professional relationship.”

“Fascinating.”Rennac mumbled as he looked for absolutely anything in the nearby area to focus on instead of this conversation. “Is there a particular reason you came here to bother me or did you just want to brag about your deer friends?”

“There is, actually. You fascinate me.”

What.

“What?”

“That L’arachel lady. I can hear you grumbling about her under your breath all the time, yet you’re at her beck and call. Why is that?”

Great. Guess he was explaining his curse to some random kid today.

“That- She’s my employer. That’s the ONLY reason I’m sticking with them. Once I get my pay, I can die happy never seeing her again.”

“Hm. You didn’t seem very happy to meet her when we found you in Jehanna Hall.” Lute took a bite out of an apple she had brought with her.

“That’s because I don’t like her. That mercenary job for Grado was supposed to be my ESCAPE from her, but there she comes, barging through the doors! And there I stupidly thought I got rid of her.”

“Better than whatever the Grado Army would’ve done with you if you stayed with them.”

“…what?” Rennac tilted his head slightly. The hell did this kid know about the Grado Army?

“Oh, haven’t you heard? Most random mercenaries who the Grado Army empire aren’t especially well treated once the bloodshed is over. And, of course, they don’t want people getting away with essential secrets of how the army strategizes and advances. I’ve heard that most are thrown in dungeons to rot, or ‘conveniently’ caught up in the chaos of battles and skewered by someone by some Grado troop. And I wouldn’t think they would trust a thief any more than any other mercenary.” Lute recited flatly as if it was common knowledge.

“If anything, L’arachel probably saved you from whatever they would’ve done to you. You should count yourself lucky.”

L’arachel saved him.

L’arachel rescued him.

The brat whose existence he had cursed tenfold every day was the reason he was alive today. He would never be free from her.

Rennac crumpled inwards into a very tiny ball, gripping his hair with the rage of a thousand suns. He would scream, but his vocal cords were failing him at the moment.

Lute leaned down slightly to look at him again, taking another chomp from her apple.

“Oh, do you know the loud one with the axe? He mentioned your name a few times. He’s quite good at cutting apples.”

A very, very quiet sob leaked out of the tight ball Rennac had become.

“I will take that as a yes. My condolences.”

And off Lute wandered, turning in for the night while Rennac sat in front of the fireplace for a very, very long time, contemplating the lot he had drawn in life.

Deep down, he had a horrible, terrible premonition that he would never quite get away from the princess of Rausten. Just his awful, rotten luck.

EATING THIS UP LIKE A DELECTABLE TREAT

i love the spotlight on Rennac of all people, and of COURSE lute has to be here. we have to have the silly mages!!!!

just a good fic

[crabknight]

WOE. SACRED STONES FIC I FINALLY FINISHED UPON THEE. welcome to rennac's horrible awful no good very bad week

Rennac often wondered if being forsaken to a horde of giant spiders would’ve been a kinder fate.

Sure, the whole ‘deadly venom and very, very large fangs’ would’ve probably added together for a… less than pleasant final experience, but anything would’ve been preferable to-

“Rennac! Don’t fall behind, now!”

An all-top-familiar meaty hand slapping much too hard on his back snapped Rennac out of his trance. Fantastic. Dozla.

“I’m coming, I’m coming…” Rennac sighed as he picked up his pace. He wasn’t even aware of where they were headed, just that they were going somewhere. Not that the two of them ever told him anything. L’Arachel just seemed to have some sort of ‘intuition’ as to wherever the next ‘foul, unholy beast we have to smite from this land!’ would be, as she always put it. Not to mention he still hasn’t gotten any word out of her as to when he would be getting his pay…

A sharp gasp from L’Arachel got both his and Dozla’s attention “Look, you two!” She cried, pointing at a rather small collection of towns past the cliffside. What was she…

Ah. Monsters. Right. There were a veritable horde of beasts running amok on the plains below. Revenants, skeletons… floating eyes? That was a new one. More importantly, there were people actually fighting them.

Not just some random townsfolk who were stupid enough to try to fend them off with sticks, either. Actual soldiers and cavalries and mages and everything. They seemed to have the situation under control, and he’d rather not dull his knife if had t-

“Gwah-ha-ha! Seems like we’ve got a few beasties to wipe out, eh, Lady L’Arachel?” Dozla boomed, axe primed in hand. Joy. Guess this was their latest little detour.

“Indeed, Dozla! Come, let’s rush down these cliffs and save those poor folk from these agents of evil!” L’Arachel yelled, as if tumbling down a cliff on horseback was the most reasonable idea anyone had ever thought of.

“We go down these cliffs and the only thing we’ll be rushing to is an early death.” Rennac reminded her. “How about we find a nicer, less rocky and dangerous path down, hm?”

L’Arachel sheepishly drew back the reins of her horse. “Ah… right. Well. Let’s hurry regardless! We cannot leave these poor folk to the wrath of these beasts!” And with that, she hurtled towards the nearest path, charging down with Dozla is close pursuit.

Why was it always running with these two? Would it kill them to walk somewhere for once?!

Rennac heaved a sigh and hurried after the pair. This job would pay well, if nothing else. The SECOND he got his payment from L’Arachel when they reach Renais, he was gone. If he hadn’t ditched them by then, that is…

———————————————————

“To arms, you layabouts! We’re under attack!”

Seems like things were heating up. Rennac idled in the back of the barracks while the castle soldier barked orders at the rest of the group. He wasn’t particularly paying attention to whatever he was saying, far more interested in the (hopefully) priceless treasures he was certain were nearby. He just had to find a chance to sneak off…

“You there! Quit lazing about! The enemy will be upon us any minute!” Said soldier suddenly shouted. Ah. He was barking at him.

“Hm? No, no, you must be mistaken. Fighting wasn’t a part of the job descr-“

“Quit yapping and just grab something! Not that there’ll be much for you layabouts to do after we’re through, heh.” The soldier sneered as he hurried to get prepared. Whatever boosted his ego.

Rennac didn’t have much faith in the soldiers he had seen so far, but they would hopefully hold off any enemies long enough for him to work through a chest or seven and slip away unnoticed. He-“…only had a key, this wouldn’t be such an issue…”Hm? Was that a… voice? It was coming from the other side of the door to outside… Rennac creeped towards it to listen in.“Hm…. flimsy hinges… mostly wood… we don’t need a key for this.” A new voice this time. Were they trying to break in? That was an issue.

He wasn’t the only one to think this, seemingly, as a few other guards took notice of the voices and warily primed their weapons.“What do you mean we don’t-““Stand back, Artur. I know what to do.”Rennac took a good few dozen steps away from the entrance.“wh- LUTE NO-“Smart of him to do that, for just a moment later the door exploded off its hinges and down the hall in a fiery burst, leaving behind a smoldering entrance with one very satisfied-looking sage (and an equally shocked bishop) staring down the new entrance, Elfire tome gripped tightly in one of the sage’s hand with their other extended in a clear post-door-exploding position.

A few soldiers weren’t as quick to move out of the way as Rennac was and were now desperately trying to writhe their way out of the fiery remains of the door.“Lute, I think Colm just got the k-" the bishop started, before the sage quickly interjected.“Too late, door’s gone, let’s move. Besides, we can use that key later now. I'm just being efficient." The sage shrugged, as if this was perfectly sound logic.

While these two new obstructions were bickering (and what sounded like many more of them just outside of the door were getting prepared), Rennac figured now was as good a time as any to bolt.

He was either getting his ‘pay’ and booking it now, or be on the receiving end of an Elfire tome, which didnt sound particularly inviting. Now, he would just need to be quick with picking the nearby door and he’d be home fr-

A sickeningly familiar voice suddenly boomed through the barracks and stopped him in his tracks.

“Cower, wrongdoers! Salvation rides forth!”

Oh no.

No, no, no, not now, not HERE, it couldn’t be, it shouldn’t, how would she-

“Oh! Rennac, there you are!”

He would pay any amount of money to die right then and there. Standing right before him was L’Arachel.

“What in heavens are you doing here? Dozla and I thought you simply wandered off and got lost, but not *this* lost!” L’Arachel glanced around the room, as if his reason for deserting them was simply hung up on the walls along with all the rusted spears. Rennac sometimes wondered if the goddess enjoyed seeing him suffer personally.

“Well, uh… I-it’s a bit compl-“ Rennac started before L’Arachel, like usual, interjected.

“Well, we can worry about your navigation skills later. We have work to do! Come with me!”

“I-What? No! Listen, Princess, I’m NOT working for you. The Grado Empire’s hired me. I’m your ENEMY.”

L’Arachel… laughed. That shrill, haughty laugh that haunted his worst nightmares.

“Oh, that was one of your better ones, Rennac! You’ll have to share that with Dozla once we finish here! Hurry now, the queen won’t simply save herself!”

L’arachel grasped Rennac’s arm, her grip shockingly tight. This lady scared him.

“Wh-No! What isn’t getting across here?!” Rennac objected, barely being able to squirm out of her grasp. “What part of ‘I’m not working for you anymore’ are you not understanding!?”

L’Arachel tilted her head to the side seemingly bewildered. “…Is this about your pay, again? I told you, my father will compensate you in full once we reach Rausten!”

“That was NOT our deal!! You were supposed to pay me in ADV-“

“Later, Rennac! Hurry, help me handle some of these soldiers!”

“ARE YOU EVEN LISTENING TO- annnnd there she goes.” Rennac groaned as L’Arachel galloped down the hall, her horse flattening a good few slow-witted soldiers.

He mumbled as many curses as he knew under his breath as he hurried after her. Goddess, he was going to have to learn to get through that thick skull of hers before it killed him.

Eirika had observed the entire argument from the entrance hole where the door used to be, and turned to Dozla, thoroughly unsure what to think about the apparent recruitment she just witnessed.

“Are they… always like this?” She inquired.

“Hm?” Dozla turned towards her. “Ah, Rennac’s just a bit prickly around Lady L’arachel! Pay ‘em no mind. Heck, that was one of their quicker squabbles! Gwah-hah!”

“…Right.”

———————————————————

Rennac poked at the fireplace with a nearby stick, before tossing it in once it lit.

The commander, whatever her name was, decided they would set up camp and rest for the night before liberating Castle Renais in the morning. Not that he particularly cared.

They just had to do that, then hopefully he could finally drop the brat L’Arachel off at Rausten, get his ample compensation, and never have to see her again. Wouldn’t that be nice.

Goddess, what was he doing with his life? Here he was, a master thief, pilferer of treasures the continent over, a vagabond drifting wherever the wind took him…

Getting dragged around by some bossy princess and her meathead bodyguard halfway across the continent with a bunch of weirdos and nobodys who were all trying to get chummy with him.

Maybe he should just jump into the nearest river and hope the currents take him somewhere nicer.

“Hey.”

“GAH?!”

Rennac practically jumped out of his skin, swiveling around to see-

Oh. It was just that sage girl who blew up the door. Not someone sneaking up to plunge a dagger in his back for… the many reasons a lot of different people would want to do that. (Thievery doesn’t exactly make you a lot of friends.)

“…can I help you?” Rennac asked, slowly reverting from his startled-wilderness-animal pose.

“Why are you out here all by yourself? Everyone else is inside.” She questioned as she took a seat next to him on the log, lazily swishing an ember between her fingers.

“Could ask you the same thing.”

Lute shrugged. “It’s loud. I like eating out here. Sometimes deer walk by. I give them bits of the food sometimes. We have a professional relationship.”

“Fascinating.”Rennac mumbled as he looked for absolutely anything in the nearby area to focus on instead of this conversation. “Is there a particular reason you came here to bother me or did you just want to brag about your deer friends?”

“There is, actually. You fascinate me.”

What.

“What?”

“That L’arachel lady. I can hear you grumbling about her under your breath all the time, yet you’re at her beck and call. Why is that?”

Great. Guess he was explaining his curse to some random kid today.

“That- She’s my employer. That’s the ONLY reason I’m sticking with them. Once I get my pay, I can die happy never seeing her again.”

“Hm. You didn’t seem very happy to meet her when we found you in Jehanna Hall.” Lute took a bite out of an apple she had brought with her.

“That’s because I don’t like her. That mercenary job for Grado was supposed to be my ESCAPE from her, but there she comes, barging through the doors! And there I stupidly thought I got rid of her.”

“Better than whatever the Grado Army would’ve done with you if you stayed with them.”

“…what?” Rennac tilted his head slightly. The hell did this kid know about the Grado Army?

“Oh, haven’t you heard? Most random mercenaries who the Grado Army empire aren’t especially well treated once the bloodshed is over. And, of course, they don’t want people getting away with essential secrets of how the army strategizes and advances. I’ve heard that most are thrown in dungeons to rot, or ‘conveniently’ caught up in the chaos of battles and skewered by someone by some Grado troop. And I wouldn’t think they would trust a thief any more than any other mercenary.” Lute recited flatly as if it was common knowledge.

“If anything, L’arachel probably saved you from whatever they would’ve done to you. You should count yourself lucky.”

L’arachel saved him.

L’arachel rescued him.

The brat whose existence he had cursed tenfold every day was the reason he was alive today. He would never be free from her.

Rennac crumpled inwards into a very tiny ball, gripping his hair with the rage of a thousand suns. He would scream, but his vocal cords were failing him at the moment.

Lute leaned down slightly to look at him again, taking another chomp from her apple.

“Oh, do you know the loud one with the axe? He mentioned your name a few times. He’s quite good at cutting apples.”

A very, very quiet sob leaked out of the tight ball Rennac had become.

“I will take that as a yes. My condolences.”

And off Lute wandered, turning in for the night while Rennac sat in front of the fireplace for a very, very long time, contemplating the lot he had drawn in life.

Deep down, he had a horrible, terrible premonition that he would never quite get away from the princess of Rausten. Just his awful, rotten luck.

Mmmm yes quite, quite

Very good, i like this a lot, you captured the characters very well, and I like that i can tell which chapters it was that you have chapters the scenes take place in

[gillianthecat]

I'm having the horrible feeling that I'm losing interest in BL 😭 Or at the very least I need to add some non-BL variety to my watch list so that the BL shows I am watching will hold my attention. I'm enjoying Between Us and The New Employee but not with the same intensity as before and I feel like I have nothing to say about them.

I've glancingly seen your posts for Reborn Rich. If you have the spoons, can you share what liked about it, or if you've talked about it elsewhere, link to the post? ❤️

Me too 😕 I am also worried I'm losing interest in BL. The only shows I'm managing to keep up with are two I'm not feeling that invested in: Candy Color Paradox (which I don't think is very good but first I was pulled to figure out why, and now I'm just watching for Izuka Kenta) and The New Employee (which I like a lot but mostly it feels more like an intellectual appreciation rather than an emotional connection). Probably this pulling back is overall a good thing for my life, as I'm going back to school and need to focus on the real world. But it makes me sad—I don't want my love for BL to be a brief thing that comes and goes in 6 months, I want to keep it a part of my life. In part because I like it, but also because of the community I've found here, with people like you.

Hopefully for both of us this is just a temporary thing and we will regain our interest in BL shows. I know for me part of what's going on is it's hard for me to watch a show now without wanting to write about it, and that's simply unsustainable with the number of shows I want to watch (or at least want to want to watch), and I need to figure out a new approach. It only worked before because that was literally all I was doing with my time most days. And that's not actually how I want to spend my life, once I emerge from that bubble of avoiding the real world.

So I need to find a way to just watch shows without it feeling like an obligation, just for fun. That's part of the reason I've been watching more non-BL, I don't feel the need to talk about them in the same way. Although honestly I've also been struggling to focus there too, so a lot of it's not about BL, just my attention span at the moment. The only two shows I've recently watched straight through, completely absorbed, were the Korean revenge drama The Glory, and the 2018 Japanese BL The Novelist.

So to answer your original question, I'm liking Reborn Rich, but not captivated by it. I'm on the fourth episode, and I'm largely continuing at this point because I want to figure out what the show is trying to say, if anything about money/wealth/chaebols/recent S. Korean history. And because I like watching Song Joong-ki onscreen (the other show that I've been intermittently watching is Vincenzo). But it's very well done, and expensive looking, and the story is intriguing. This is another one that I went into without seeing the trailer or anything; I watched the first episode the week it came out, last fall, then for some reason (probably saw a post on here) decided to pick it up again. So I'm not quite sure where the story is going, which makes it interesting for me.

I was going to write more detailed thoughts, but in support of me being a responsible student and having a life outside of drama series, I should really go to bed. Whatever I have written should be under my reborn rich tag, but I think it may just be the one post.

It's always wonderful to hear from you 😘 Let's keep talking on here regardless of the role BL has in our lives.

[protect-daniel-james]

ao3 wrapped: 3, 5, 15, 17, 18, 30!

3. What work are you most proud of (regardless of kudos/hits)?

I have to say The stands of Villa Park. It opened a whole new territory for me. I'm shocked I never thought of this concept (ha ha) earlier. I'm shocked I didn't think of this when writing my academic thesis - because I was writing exactly about this, the connection between a club and a stadium and its city. That's probably why I also feel so strongly about these Enfermo del fútbol series.

And, honestly, I just writing these stories about Unai, because....it would explain so much of his behavior, but also make him truly special. And, without getting too personal, I think writing about Unai like this, and reading a little bit on conceptum/objectum sexuality, sort of also worked for me personally as a way of...realizing that sexuality and being sexual is nobody else's business and you can do whatever you like/want to try? Like, it's your body and your fantasy and your imagination, and if you want to fuck whatever you'd like...go for it? Unai staying behind at the stadium, dropping to his knees and kissing the random seat does not hurt anyone, and it makes him happy. So why not? Better than Jamie Jamie cousin Jamie doing A Bad Thing....and needing to control another person. Unai's relationships with clubs, football, stadiums, trophies is definitely healthier and more equal lmao. I just love that. I love how it's like a completely different level of fanfiction?

And yeah, I'm also shocked and happy that other people read these Unai fics! Because I know they are weird, I'm well aware of that. But I hope they are also somewhat wholesome?

5. What work of yours got more feedback than expected?

I was always surprised at the amount of kudos and comments for the Grizione fics - because there's very few works for them in English (although they have so much material and seem to be quite a popular and reasonable ship!) so I just always assumed maybe people weren't into them. On the contrary, maybe me being one of the few who write for them in English makes it easier to harvest the kudos and hits and comments, he he. Honestly, I stopped looking at hits and kudos the moment I started writing obscure ships - I know that the number of hits and kudos does not guarantee a quality fic. And I'd much rather write an obscure fic about something I'm really into than force myself to write Messi/Neymar or something similar that I just don't find interesting at all.

And the three Scamacca/Paquetá fics! It was a very random pair - and it will never come back again lmao but it was fun. I always got such angry vibes from Gianluca - and Paquetá with his dances was the perfect foil. Funnily enough, I started the year with writing a bit of piss kink with them....and look where we are now. So yeah, I was shocked anyone was reading that.

15. What WIP are you taking into the next year with you?

I hope to finish the two WIPs that are halfway done and fully thought out - Ange/Poch and Unai in Russia. Hopefully before Christmas. And maybe work on the 3rd chapter of Fate up against your will so that could also be done by the end of the year?

I have so many ideas that I haven't even started working on, so I suppose they will happen either in late December or next year:

Unai staying at Villa Park after the match against Legia, worried that the stadium was hurt - wanting to feel what the stadium feels, wanting to be there, feel as one. Unai self-meditating himself into a state of feeling like one with the stadium (get ready for the concept of mental orgasm).

Jamie-centered/POV fic. Jamie remembering Dad doing things....saying things...showing him things....Jamie thinking of Franko. A LOT.

Daddy Abramovich/Sheva on the boat, with Sheva's wife as well. A lot of grooming, although *nothing* happens, really. Nothing at all.

Daddy Abramovich/Franko on the boat. Nothing happens, really. Nothing at all.

Todd Boehly/Graham Potter. Once I figure out how.

Eddie/Jason origin story. Or maybe more like... JT origin story. Why is he like he is, why is he so loyal, so desperate, so devoted, so willing -

the Mikel/Unai academic!AU! - I'd rather keep it as a one-shot because I can't handle more multi-chaptered fics haha

and probably many more that I haven't even put down on paper as ideas ...

17. Your favorite character to write this year?

I think this has to be a tie between Franko and Unai! One Sad Round Man and one Greasy Basque Vampire. I love them both, albeit a bit differently.

Franko is such a sad character, a product of his parents, influenced by all the shitty things that Dad did and said in his childhood - and I'm surprised more people didn't build on this well-known fact that his Dad was toxic. It provides such a good background to the character - the repression, the need to be like Dad, to please others, to be complacent - it sets up the whole tragic story beautifully. Honestly, I might know the most about Franko out of all footballers now because of the extensive research that's been going on since early summer. And I don't even like him.

Unai, Unai, my sweet anxious Basque vampire - I truly fell in love with him this year. Here I have the advantage of being almost the only person who writes fics about him - so there's not much to work with/dispute. And all the other reasons are mentioned in the response to no. 3.

18. The character that gave you the most trouble writing this year?

Probably the Redknapps, especially Harry in the recent fic! I can't figure out what is his *problem*, what is his reasoning, what is his motivation - - - With Jamie, I wasn't initially sure what is he actually like, but I think now we figured out ha ha. But Harry...idk. Also, the fact that he's this old, old-school, English, probably very inappropriate guy...I don't want to make him a caricature, but also I want the sleaziness (but also the charm! that's why people love him!) to shine through.

Also, Mikel in Txoria txori. I still need to...get more into his motivations and reasonings. I don't want him to just observe Unai, I want him to also show his personality.

I'd say writing any "new" character is a challenge because I'd hate to make everyone the same. I want every single character to have their own characteristics, to be different from others, to behave and speak differently, to do different things - I don't want my Ashley Barnes to be interchangable with Sheva or Scamacca lol.

30. Biggest surprise while writing this year?

That there will always be people who will read the most twisted and fucked up and weird stories that I can come up with (and I'm so happy with that!). This year was very liberating - I just wrote whatever I wanted, honestly, and seeing that still a few people read and liked it was so nice! I write a lot of self-indulgent fics but obviosuly a feedback is always welcomed!

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chapters 11 & 12!

she is my ryuzaki... (honestly though, i'm really glad she's not just a picture & we get to see her in action(? hopefully! :D)

back to the usual aren't we bwehehe.... ahhh poor tobari though TT_TT upset for understandable reasons and he doesn't get any comfort, let alone answers. just shocked faces and Miharu

... i said this word for word the other day when i was out & about ...

i really do like what they ended up going with here... regardless of which side "wins" in getting the kinjutsu(? they spell it like kinjitsu in the tl...), it'll end up back in yoite or miharu's hands. there's just the hope that they actually have the chance to meet with each other before their groups figure it out, i suppose... grahhh;; knowing this inevitability as contrasted to the grey wolves + fuuma's intentions to sacrifice however many they must... seems this shinrabanshou always causes unnecessary bloodshed in its wake

i know it's just because he's sitting down, but i just imagine him lifting miharu up like a particularly mischievous cat here...

real talk though, it's a bit scary seeing how quickly tobari picked up on the restrictions, even if it was a self-imposed secret. he's a perceptive fellow when he's not being actively tortured... but also. grahhh. at least miharu redirects him here, because we've seen how he gets when he's defensive TT_TT mustn't be reckless...

she has the range... i'm so scared what's happening though. saraba speak to me

okay i giggled... the long pause between here. he really tried his best tobari. promise.

just. so much dread in my heart. he's leaving you behind so quickly tobari, but it's the same freedom you wanted him to keep. which includes "the opportunity to make mistakes" ... wails. if not, how will he learn, all of that... though tobari's experience w it is the reason he struggles so much now with making those decisions. woe...

;_; well that certainly explains it. for a freak <3 (said so affectionately)

each chapter tobari is just going through the wringer. oh my god. she's so cool though

hmmm... how true would this be w the past in question. because she has mentioned that it's affected by current emotional states; but there's also the idea that tobari simply took the blame to make it easier...

she's so funny <3 also miharu just barely peeking over... <3

damn, just carrying the conversation on her own too x'] you know, this would relieve a lot of stress for yoite having to speak aloud (kidding. he'll simply find more stressors in the fact nothing can be hidden. cooler, new problems to behold) -- but also just. continuously dragging tobari toward the front... i know he's the adult here so of course more negotiations have to be focused with him, but. it hurts me to see...

god she is terrifying, but it's SO fucking cool. especially for her line of work, there's hardly any question as to how she's reached the top this way -- & she'd probably be the most effective up there anyhow... so quick to cut...

this whole scene. is going to kill me. oh miharu... but also the reference of. why don't you try to take a look for those forgotten memories... i will be so joyous if i was correct somehow bwehehe...

oho... is this the first time that we've seen it fully... i was wondering if she would be able to read much of the knowledge within, or if it'd be so overwhelming & otherwise harm her, but i somehow didn't expect the shinrabanshou to react so quickly... yesss.... yesss.... <- sicko

ahuu... points. yoite mention.

really though, it is interesting seeing what the grey wolves are up to during all of this... really helps to humanize them in a few ways, although i'm very afraid to see what comes of. aheem. this.

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Good Little Helper

Pairing: Season 5! Spencer Reid x fem!Reader Summary: Reader gets assigned to be Spencer’s personal assistant of sorts after he gets shot in the knee. Category: SMUT(18+) Content Warnings: fingering (female receiving), blowjob, praise kink, dirty talk, blink and you’ll miss it cumplay Word Count: 4.7k

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NOTE: So, remember yesterday when I posted about how I wished new ideas would stop distracting me from everything I’m currently working on? Yeah. This wouldn’t leave me alone, and I couldn’t work on anything until I got it out of my head, so here! Have a fic! (It was supposed to be a blurb, but I got a little long-winded so now it’s too long to be a blurb oops 😙✌) Also, I apologize for any editing mistakes, I just wrote this out in one go, so hopefully it’s alright!

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Being assigned to assist Dr. Reid with practically his every need after he was shot in the knee wasn't exactly how I expected to spend the past few months.

And that's, like... a huge understatement.

In fact, when Agent Hotchner came up to me in the break room and said he'd like me to do the job, I dropped my coffee and shattered a mug. I could tell he was a little impatient with me, even through his kind reassurances that it was quite all right as he helped me clean it up and waited for an answer.

In the end I'd said yes to the job, though the more I thought about it the more I wondered how much lust and naivete had clouded my judgement when I did.

Because there was absolutely no way I was going to be able to survive weeks, possibly months, as Spencer Reid's assistant. Not only because he was intimidatingly intelligent and there was almost nothing I could offer him in decent conversation, but also—and more prominently—the fact that I was pretty sure I was in love with him.

Maybe that was a stretch. I definitely had a stupid major crush on him that felt more like we were in middle school, but I could barely look at him without going warm all over. In fact, I think we had only ever made eye contact once and I averted my gaze immediately, afraid I'd give myself away. If I'd have held it any longer, I was positive I'd have burst into flames.

He'd tried talking to me once, a few months after I started working at the Bureau, and it was only to ask if I'd send some files over to their tech analyst, Penelope Garcia, but when I tried answering, I stumbled over my words and ended up only getting out a squeaked, "Uh huh," before taking the files from him and scurrying off.

I almost cried that day.

Basically every time I was in his presence, I was a total wreck. Even more so than I was on any other given day.

Being his assistant did get fairly easy pretty early on, though. I mostly just stayed out of his way while he worked, and if he need anything that he could've gotten himself if not for the injury, it was my job to get it for him. I worked on my own paperwork most of the time, and he was always busy working on geographical profiles and whatever else, we only ever really had to talk when he asked for something. And that only required a, "Sure," on my end, so I could just get up, get what he needed, and then go back to work.

Still, it didn't help that sometimes I'd get distracted.

He was very distracting.

I usually waited until I was sure he was so busy in work that I wouldn't get caught. And that's when I'd peek over my computer or hide behind a book and stare at him. I know that sounds creepier than it is, but if you had to spend almost every hour of the day with him, you'd have done the same. Even though for months he was put on rest from the field, he always showed up looking more like a college professor than an FBI agent. Which, I suppose suited him more anyway. Regardless, it was a damn fine look. His hair was decently long and extremely pretty, and when he got the cane?

I was a goner.

It was at that point, though, when I started to realize that he probably wouldn't need my help anymore. He'd been allowed back into the filed by then, and even when I went with them on cases it still felt like I was more out of place than usual. Sure, I'd picked up on some minor skills that aided in profiling and otherwise, but at the end of the day I was still only a desk clerk. Sooner or later, I knew there would be a time where Agent Hotchner would inevitably tell me that I'd done a good job and could return to my menial day job.

So, even though Dr. Reid and I had gotten into a pretty regular, non-awkward rhythm, I was being a little more squirrely than usual.

And of course, he noticed.

"Y/N, are you doing alright?" he asked, looking up from his stack of paperwork. That was another thing we'd ended up doing— late into the night after everyone had gone home, we stayed late in the conference room and quietly filled out paperwork.

I barely looked him in the eye when I answered. "O—Oh, mhm. I'm fine."

"Oh... You just seem... a little different today."

On any other day I would have freaked out on the inside like a teenager, excited that he'd noticed me at all enough to notice a difference in my behavior. But that was his job after all.

"Actually, you seem rather... sad."

I did look up at him this time, and the soft glow of the table lamp lit up his features— features that looked me over with concern. I could feel my face grow warmer with every second I looked at him, until I quickly looked back down at my paper and shook my head.

"N—No, I'm okay. Promise. Just a little tired, that's all."

Usually he would have left it at that, given we didn't ever really have longer conversations than that that didn't pertain to whatever case the BAU was working on. But he pushed further, and I swallowed.

"Are you sure? Because... You can tell me if there's something wrong. I'm a good listener..."

Did I dare tell him what was really plaguing me? That I was scared I wasn't going to be able to spend time with him every day, thus most likely giving away my crush? That is, if he hadn't already figured it out by this point... Truthfully it wouldn't have surprised me.

The thought made me go warm again, and still, I kept my head down.

"I'm sure..."

And then I did something I probably shouldn't have. I looked back up at him, just a quick glance, but under his intense gaze I crumbled, flitting my eyes back down and playing with my hands.

"Is it... because of me?"

Afraid suddenly that I'd made him feel bad, I straightened a little. "No! No, not at all I... Um... I—I guess I'm just... A little sad that I'm probably... not going to be of any help to you anymore. You know, now that you're healing up."

A small smile flashed over his face, and I inwardly melted.

"Oh... In that case I... I guess I'm sad, too."

"Really?" I asked softly, my heart jumping.

"Mhm," he answered back in earnest. His features were softer than they'd ever been, eyes wide and kind, smile inviting... "You've been a great help. And you're fun to be around."

I couldn't help but smile shyly at his confession, completely bewildered that he'd think of me as someone he'd enjoyed being around, though I'd offered just about nothing interesting to any conversation we'd had. "Y—You don't mean that..."

"I do."

"C'mon, really? I... I—mean... coming from you that's... that's too generous."

He laughed a little. "How do you mean?"

"I... Well, y—you're you... I mean, you're... smart, and nice, and cu— uh,... n—nice..." I stumbled hard on that last one, squeezing my eyes shut at the thought of almost calling him cute to his face... And then I realized I'd called him nice two times... in a row.

I hadn't even realized he'd gotten up and walked over to me until I felt his cane gently tap my leg. I jumped, looking up at him and almost crumbled again right then and there. He stood over me, tall and clearly amused, and I wanted to just curl up and hide where no one would ever find me.

I also didn't want to be craning my neck so far up to see him, so I stood up, sending my chair rolling back a foot or two. The added height was better, but he was still fiarly taller than me, and with the way were standing so close to each other?

Maybe I'd made a mistake...

"I—I'm sorry," I stammered.

Still amused, Spencer tilted his head a small amount. "What for?"

"I... I don't know, m—making this awkward?"

"It's not awkward."

"It... It's not?"

He shook his head, quiet for a few beats before he nearly whispered. "What were you going to say?"

I paused. "I... What?"

"Before... You said I was smart. And nice... And... What else?"

It sounded like he was trying to get me to confess something, and quite honestly I couldn't tell if it was for humiliation or amusement or clarification purposes. I mean, it was probably safe to assume he wouldn't go out of his way to humiliate me, but... it still made me nervous.

"I—I didn't... I..."

"Y/N... Tell me?"

I'd been cornered. Quite literally, too, as my lower back hit the edge of the table. My hands shook anxiously at my sides as I contemplated what to say. The truth? Embarrassing for me. A lie? I was no good at telling lies, and I'd still end up embarrassed, because he'd be able to tell.

So, after a very long silence in which he waited on me to answer, I blurted out, as quietly as possible, "Cute."

The word sounded juvenile coming from my mouth. Right now, standing under Dr. Reid's intense scrutiny, it didn't even feel like the right word to describe him. Not that it wasn't true... But it just wasn't an elegant enough descriptor for him.

And that alone probably proved just how different we were. How out of my league he was...

"That's what I thought you were going to say," he mused, slightly breaking me out of my self-deprecation.

I would have asked him something then, anything to keep myself from looking like even more of a fool with a childish schoolgirl crush, but all words escaped me entirely. All I could do was look up at him, slowly growing warm under the intensity of his eyes and praying he wouldn't think of me as silly.

Though, it wouldn't have mattered, because he kept talking anyway, his body taking up even more space around me as his arms came around to well and truly trap me against the table.

"You're right, you know... I'm almost completely healed, and pretty soon I think I won't need an assistant anymore."

I was scared that maybe I was wrong before, and he'd actually humiliate me now, though the look in his eyes suggested otherwise. I wasn't sure what to make of all of it. SO I just stood there, trying to breath steadily as Spencer studied my face.

"And I meant it... That makes me sad. You know why?"

I shook my head, afraid to make a sound.

His head dipped lower, close enough that I could feel his breath on my mouth as he spoke. "I probably won't get to see you every day."

"Y—you want to see me?" I couldn't help but ask.

He scanned my eyes, amusement and something else lingering there as he did. "Yes."

And then he kissed me.

It was a short distance, but it felt like we went far. And I hadn't even registered that I whimpered into his mouth until he returned it with a low groan that boiled my insides and absolutely melted me. I was helpless against him as he pressed himself further against me and used his hands to keep my back steady.

The whole time my mind was swimming with dizziness. It felt like my body was covered in butterflies from head to toe, particularly strong where his hands pressed into me and his cane rested firmly along the inside of my thigh.

I leaned forward when he pulled away, because I was afraid that he was saying goodbye. But one of his hands came up to my face and my eyes fluttered open, immediately taking notice of how messy his hair was now that I'd had my fingers in it.

I must have looked scared, because suddenly his eyes changed, and he removed his hands away from me altogether, putting distance in between us. "I—I'm sorry. I shouldn't have kissed you without asking..."

The relief that rushed through my body must have gotten to my head, because I breathed out a demand I'd never have had the courage to get out before.

"Do it again."

One second I was staring at him, admittedly afraid that he'd regretted all of it, and the next I was seeing stars as he came forward and kissed me again. His hands cradled my face as he did so, coming on to me with gentle care while still maintaining that hunger that surprised and excited me.

I hadn't realized how much I missed his touch until he'd given it back to me, my body once again melting into him and allowing him to do whatever it is that pleased him.

Apparently that was lifting my leg off the ground and making me sit on the table.

My body went along with it easily, and I was glad for it because my brain was nothing but mush, unable to process fully how he'd decided that I was worth kissing. All I really knew was that I wanted him. Anything he wanted from me, I was willing to give. And that must have come across very clearly, because when he pulled away and spoke to me, I whimpered at his words.

"Y/N... You've been such a good girl, helping me with whatever I needed these past few months..." Meanwhile his hand danced along the hem of my skirt, the tiny brushes of his skin against mine sending me into a mess of shivers.

"I think it's about time I've thanked you for all your help, don't you think?"

The implications in his tone made me whine again, and I pressed my forehead into his, our noses brushing as I answered. "Please."

I was so taken by the way he groaned as his lips connected with mine once more that I almost didn't realize that his hand was now fully up my skirt, his fingers drawing gentle lines over my panties and practically making me melt again. His hungry kisses contradicted the softness he took to my clothed cunt, a fact that warmed me to my core and made me want him more than ever.

When he slipped the fabric aside and ran the pad of his finger through me, I whined hard against his mouth, something that must have excited him— He nipped at my bottom lip and took a deep breath.

"How long have you wanted this, Princess?"

If not for the kissing and the finger slowly sliding up through my arousal, the nickname would have done me in. By now I was an utter wreck, but I somehow still managed to answer, even through a little stammering. "F—Forever."

It was the best I could come up with.

He breathed a laugh as his finger circled my clit. "That's a long time..."

"Uh huh," was all I could manage in response. My body and my brain were too focused on the things his finger was doing to my body, involuntarily rolling my hips forward for more. I needed more.

Thankfully he picked up on my urgency and reciprocated with slipping his middle finger inside me, one knuckle, then two...

I cried out as my head lurched forward, connecting our mouths once again. My hands clutched around his neck and my fingers tugged at his hair to keep myself from falling, because the slow, searing pace at which he fingered me made me wonder how I'd still been able to breathe.

He added another finger soon enough, picking up the pace and rendering me practically useless in his embrace. Meanwhile I registered the sound of his own little whines, still deeper than mine but little enough to tip me off that he was enjoying this just as much as I was, and that alone helped get me further along in pleasure.

I pulled my mouth from his reluctantly, squeezing my eyes shut as I allowed my forehead to rest against his. "D—Doctor, I'm c... I'm so close."

"His honorific falling breathlessly from my mouth seemed to do something sinister to him, because his fingers sped up and his breathing got heavier.

"Yeah? You gonna come for me, Princess?"

My stomach tightened and I nodded as best as I could, relishing in the sounds coming from below us, wet and downright filthy.

"Go ahead...Be a good girl and come for me... You deserve it..."

Each little sentence was punctuated with a slightly faster pace, each one bringing me closer and closer until I squeaked into his mouth and shook violently around his fingers, my vision going white. My legs had been open wide since he'd started teasing under my skirt, but now they threatened to clamp shut from the intensity. But I wanted nothing more than to be good for him, to make this as easy as possible, so I held out and kept them open as wide as I could stand as my orgasm rocked through me.

Spencer whispered praises into my skin as his hand slowed and his mouth trailed down to my neck. And even though it was more than nice feeling him lick and bite over my skin, I felt rather sad when he removed his fingers from me.

That sadness didn't last long though, not when he pulled back and studied me for a moment, eyes lust-blown and purely ravenous before he brought his glistening fingers up to my mouth.

I didn't even have to think. I brought my tongue out and let him slip his fingers over it, closing my mouth around them and sighing as I sucked them clean. This only seemed to excite him more, his features displaying all sorts of desperation until he couldn't take it anymore.

He kissed me again, bringing both his hands to rest at my waist. And with his hands so low I wondered if maybe he'd take to ridding himself of his own pants, but it never happened. Rather, he pulled away after minutes of more kissing, and sighed quite sadly as his upper body pressed firmly into mine.

Something else pressed firmly against me as well—right along the inside of my thigh—and I gasped, mind running wild through all the possible outcomes of the night.

But Spencer only stood there, occasionally nudging his nose against mine while his hands gently kneaded my sides.

"D—Do you want to stop?" I asked softly, afraid he'd regret what we did.

He proved me wrong. "God, no... It's... It's just that I'm still not cleared enough for any... strenuous activity on my leg, and I don't..."

I didn't want to push him, obviously, but I thought I could make the mood a little lighter. "O—Oh, well on the bright side... I could stay your assistant for a while longer."

The laugh that rumbled in his throat made me smile, though from the way he stood there, I knew he wouldn't risk it.

"Um... Raincheck?" he whispered.

On the one hand, that meant he definitely wanted to see me again, and I was more than happy with that. But also, that meant our fun for the night was done...

Yet... Maybe not...

"Sure," I answered, pecking his lips once more. Then I brought my hand to his chest and slid it down until I reached his belt, and I leaned back to look him in the eye, a boldness I never imagined coming from me in a million years.

"But I can still help you..."

I watched the desperation and disappointment in his features slowly dissolve into a newfound hunger—and an amusement—that grew my confidence tenfold.

"Oh?" Spencer mused. "How do you suppose you can help me this time?"

He wanted me to say it. So, without second guessing myself anymore, I grazed my finger over his erection. "I'm very good with my mouth, Dr. Reid."

He grabbed me by the hand then, dragging me along to the chair I'd kicked back before and sat himself down, one of his hands still gripping the cane. Matched with the desire in his eyes and the swollenness of his lips and the tousled strands of his hair, the sight was truly something to behold. It was something that only ever existed in my dreams, nd now it was real.

Not wanting to waste any time, I sunk to my knees and nestled myself in between his legs. He reached out and caressed my cheek before lifting my chin with his middle finger.

"You like being my good little helper?" he drawled.

I tried to nod, but he clicked his tongue and held my chin in place. "Words, Princess."

"Yes. I—I'd do anything you asked. Anything you want, it's yours..."

He hummed then, removing his hand from my face and moving to undo his belt swiftly with only one hand. The action, the sound, everything... it was enough to make me wet again, and I subtly ground down onto the heel of my foot as I watched him pull himself free from the confines of his pants.

I didn't have time to marvel at him before I was drawn forward like a magnet, my hands crawling up his legs and my eyes batting up at him, ready and eager to please him however he wanted.

"Eager, are we?" he mused once more, gently stroking himself with his hand.

"Yes, Doctor," I breathed, inching closer and kissing the outside of his hand.

His movement stopped then, and it didn't take longer than a second for him to decide to let me work on my own.

"Then have at it, Princess..."

I started by kissing my way up the length of him, taking my time to gauge his reactions as I did so, occasionally darting my tongue out to taste him. Once I reached the tip, I sucked on it gently, using my tongue to swirl around it until I could taste the saltiness of his precum.

And then I started taking him slowly into my mouth, watching above me as Spencer's eyes started to shut, obviously debating whether or not to lay back and enjoy this or watch me intently.

Either way, I was more than happy to keep it up, finally getting him to the back of my throat. I flexed my tongue and held him there as long as I could, promptly gagging over him and blinking tears from my eyes as he let out a loudest sound I'd heard from him yet. His head flew back and his tongue quivered along his bottom lip as he cursed my name.

The act made me proud, so I retreated for air, sucked at his tip again for a few seconds, and then repeated it, taking him down my throat again and watching through teary eyes as he visibly swallowed and squeezed his eyes shut.

"Fuck, Y/N, you're so... Such a good fucking girl..."

The praise caused my insides to burn hot, and I ground down onto my heel again, lifting my mouth to start bobbing up and down.

His eyes opened then, and he looked down at me, using his hand to brush stray hair from my face and the other to grip onto his cane for dear life. I looked up at him the whole time, making sure to convey through not only my actions but also my eyes that I loved this. I thrived off of his praise, I enjoyed the feel of his dick gliding over my tongue and hitting the back of my throat, and I longed to feel him coat the inside of my mouth with his release.

I was so entirely into him in every capacity, it wasn't even funny.

I was so glad he could tell, a smile grazing his features as his hand gently gripped some of my hair. "So eager to please, Princess... And so fucking good at delivering..."

I whined onto his dick as he held me down, rendering me immobile. The only thing I could do was look up at him and choke, and of course, I was more than happy to do it. In turn, I was met with a deep groan and a tug of the hair.

"Hold it, hold it... Atta girl..."

My cunt throbbed at his words, and my throat continued to burn, tears falling down my face at ten-speed until finally, he let up and pulled me off of him.

I coughed a little and blinked away tears as I caught my breath, Spencer's fingers combing hair from my face as he smiled proudly.

He didn't even need to say anything then. I wanted to give him more. So I leaned down again and took him in my mouth, quickly making work of his tip while my hand came up and stroked the rest of him.

"Fuck, Princess, just like that... Make me come just like that..."

Rather than just continuing, I offered him a high whine and a wide gaze, hoping to exceed expectations.

I guess it worked, because he came right then, his dick pulsing over my tongue and in my hand as his warm release shot down my throat and over my tongue. I hummed around him, fluttering my eyes closed at the taste and the feeling, probably enjoying the fact that I'd done this to him more than I should have.

It was worth it to see the look on his face, though, after he'd given me all he had and I purposely spit some of it out onto the tip of his dick so I could lick it up and give him just a little more stimulation after the fact. His mouth hung open, eyes heavy and unwilling to leave me, even as I finished and sat back to wipe the tears and saliva from my face with a satisfied smile.

Though, the longer he looked at me, the more shy I became. Funny when I'd just had his dick down my throat, but I'd never been good with people staring at me for long periods of time.

"Was that... Was that okay?" I asked, suddenly worried I hadn't done something to his standards. "I know I don't do this a lot, so I'm sorry if it wasn't that g—"

"Y/N..."

I blinked up at him, still on my knees and unwilling to move. Not that I wanted to, but I couldn't even if I had.

"That was fucking perfect... I meant it, you're... so good."

I knew he was capable of better words, but after having the life sucked out of you, I could imagine 'better words' were hard to come by. Still, I laughed a little, playing with the hem of my skirt. "Good. I'm... glad I could help."

He smiled at me, readjusting his pants and then moving to help me off the ground.

"Hey, uh... Even when you go back to your regular job after I get better, I... I hope you know you're always welcome to come visit me if we're not busy."

The words warmed me in a different way, my heart swelling as well. "You... You mean that?"

Spencer nodded, grabbing my hand and dragging his thumb over my wrist. "Of course. I mean, you're more than just a good helper, you know. You're also kind, and smart, and cute..."

I laughed at his emphasis on cute, heat warming my face. "Ha-ha..."

"I really mean it, though," he said softly, removing his hand from mind and bringing it up to lift my chin, so I'd meet his eyes. They were swimming with sincerity, the epitome of warmth and comfort and kindness— the kind that always drew me to him in the first place. "And... If you'd want to maybe ditch the paperwork one day and grab a coffee or something, maybe—"

"Yes," I interrupted without thinking. My heartbeat picked up upon seeing the look in his eyes when I agreed, a mixture of amusement and relief. "Y—Yes, I'd love to."

"Good. Then it's a date?"

"Definitely."

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Why Loki’s Sylvie Is A Mary Sue

So I am firmly in the camp that Sylvie on the Loki series was/is a Mary Sue.  The last episode made me feel better and like maybe the show was doing a thing where they were faking you out that she was a Mary Sue only to show she was actually sort of a bad guy and I liked that.  But all the recent interviews make me think the show wants to go back to her being a Mary Sue.

But I feel like when I call her out for being a Mary Sue people tell me what are you talking about, she’s not a Mary Sue, bad things happen to her, etc.  But that doesn’t actually make her not a Mary Sue.  

Also, before we start, I know some people find Mary Sue sexist.  But I personally use the term for guys and girls. I don’t use the term to belittle women.  I use the term to criticize a poorly written character.

And I know Mary Sue is often used to describe fanfic characters.  But to me, this series is kind of like a fanfic because the writers took a character who had been in canon MCU material for ten years and then created characters around that character.  So, I kind of review it like I would a fanfic.  It’s very different than if the writers had created a brand new show with all of their own new characters.

Anyway, if you are not totally familiar with the Mary Sue term, then check this out:

I know the term Mary Sue probably means different things to different people.  But I have always used these guidelines when I write my own fanfic to make sure my characters never come off as a Mary Sue.

This article really gives you a full scale of what a Mary Sue is.  If you start reading it, you’ll immediately see why Sylvie is.  But I’m going to take out the parts that most fit Sylvie just to highlight why I believe she is a Mary Sue.  I apologize for this being so long.

Mary Sue Character Traits

Personality

Erm... what personality? The typical Mary Sue doesn't have one per se, because she isn't meant to be a character; rather, she's an entity by which the author makes cool stuff happen.

I feel like that is Sylvie in a nutshell.  She doesn’t have a personality.  I feel like even though she ate screentime, I still don’t really know her at all.  The writers love to say she’s badass.  That’s not a personality.  

Sometimes when I am writing stories for fun and creating new characters, I like to take surveys as my fictional characters.  Like the kind of surveys you’d see in a magazine, like personality types, what’s your dating style, etc.  I figure if I don’t know what my character would do in any of those situations, then I need to keep working on my character.  And if I was trying to fill out a survey pretending I was Sylvie I would have no idea what to answer because she doesn’t have a personality.  She’s just “cool”.

What little personality a Mary Sue has isn't as important as how other characters react to it. No matter how shy or socially awkward Mary Sue is supposed to be, other characters will be inexplicably drawn to her

This is so Sylvie.  Loki falls in love with her...why, exactly?  He falls in love with her in the big Nexus event moment...why?  Because she had a tough childhood?  Mobius spends like two seconds with her in a car and goes from hating her to saying she’s his favorite Loki.  For. No. Particular. Reason.

She's extremely persuasive; everyone finds her opinions to be better than their own

She enchants Hunter B-15 and then immediately Hunter B-15 makes it her whole entire life mission to back Sylvie up.  

And occasionally she'll be a complete asshole...This can manifest itself in several ways...The author wants to write a badass but doesn't know how. This leads to a character who mistreats everyone around her and is never called out on her abrasive, casually abusive behavior.

Sylvie talked down to Loki and treated him like garbage for all of episode three, but it was never portrayed as a bad thing and we never got any impression Sylvie later felt bad for the way she treated Loki

The author doesn't know how to hold back the character, meaning that she will succeed at practically everything. This means that when she encounters rules or authority figures who would otherwise prevent her from doing what she wants to do, she rolls right through them (and they praise her for her "boldness" in defying regulations). If a bad guy is violent and aggressive, she can beat him by being more violent and aggressive (with all that entails). It's impossible for her to go overboard because she's protected by Protagonist-Centered Morality.

Sylvie is shown as a kid to immediately be able to grab a Tempad and run away.  And she can kick ass way better than Loki, for no known reason.  She is always able to fight back against the TVA when they attack her.  And she can kill lots of innocent TVA agents but it’s okay because TVA bad, Sylvie good.

Skills

She will always be superior to the canon characters, regardless of what canon has established they can do or whether it makes any sense.

Whose skill was needed to defeat Alioth?  Sylvie’s.  Of course.  Sylvie needed to teach Loki her skills in order for him to succeed (!).  And again, she is literally called the superior Loki.

Relatedly, there's no effort to her skills. She never actually trains or learns anything to become more powerful; she just wins the Super Power Lottery, or is a freakish natural learner, or is just Inexplicably Awesome

We’re told Sylvie literally taught herself magic.  She literally taught herself to enchant people.  That. Makes. No. Sense.  Like, I have so many questions.  Like, why would it even occur to her to teach herself that?  And how????????????  This is really lazy writing.

Canon Character Relationships

Mary Sue is often designed to hook up with another character, often as a form of Wish Fulfillment. This isn't that bad in and of itself (okay, it is kinda weird), but Mary Sue accomplishes this without any sense of realism. She just grabs her lover's attention straight away, and their relationship will never face any obstacles or tension; it's true love from the start and nothing else. The biggest giveaway is if the love interest is explicitly the author's favorite character, and she essentially "cures" him of all the angst that ails him (at the expense of his characterization).

Yeah, so...this one should be pretty obvious to anyone who watched the show.  Loki literally falls in love with Sylvie immediately, and then he suddenly turns from “villain” to “hero” just because of loving her.  And this was definitely at the expense of his characterization.  And Loki just knows he falls in love with her.  There’s not even any moments of hmm what do I feel for this person?  It’s just true love, immediately.

She will be related to a canon character in some way. This (marginally) helps explain such phenomena as her being a Copy Cat Sue and other characters accepting her so easily.

Sylvie is a Loki variant.  They use this to help explain why Loki is drawn to her and why their falling in love immediately “makes sense”.

Most characters give her more heed than they normally would. The good guys never stop praising her

Seriously, it was so over the top and OOC for Loki to gush over her.  He literally tells her she’s amazing.  They don’t even make it subtle.

Characters' previously established personalities change in reaction to her. Proud, arrogant gimps suddenly acknowledge her superiority in everything. Reckless youths will listen to all her advice. Responsible leaders will defer to her instead. Villains will obsess with her to the detriment of all else. Extremely competent characters will become stumbling buffoons who require her help to do anything. Sweet, mild-mannered characters whom the author doesn't like turn evil and insult her. They all become unnaturally focused on her in some way.

Again, Loki’s whole personality changed in reaction to her.  He became a buffoon who needed her help to enchant the Alioth because of course he couldn’t do anything without her!  Hunter B-15 goes from doing whatever the TVA said to fighting the TVA just because of Sylvie.

Story Elements

Mary Sue is without exception a single-person Spotlight-Stealing Squad. The entire story hinges on her existence; if you removed her, there would be no story. 

Sylvie undoubtedly drove the whole story this season.  It all became about HER meeting the TVA heads because of HER trauma.  Loki’s life was only saved at the beginning because the TVA was trying to capture HER.  And SHE was the one who started the whole multiverse (!).

Mary Sue is The Chosen One, even if the setting already has one. There are many ways she can accomplish this: she can be a Sailor Earth type who "shares" the position with the canon hero; she may be vaguely "destined to help the destined one fulfill their destiny" (i.e. do all the work except the final blow so that the prophecy is still technically correct); or the canon hero may be revealed to be a Fake Ultimate Hero all along. Being the Chosen One doesn't necessarily involve her being a God-Mode Sue, especially as authors become aware of the phenomenon and try to avoid it, but it does make her critically important to the world and allows her to continue stealing the spotlight without the "god mode" label.

HWR wanted Sylvie to come with Loki in the end, like she was chosen all along right alongside Loki.  Like one of the most important characters in the entire MCU is now this character who we only met a few episodes ago.

Most Sues have an unusually Dark and Troubled Past. It's often used to create a Sympathetic Sue, but any type of Sue can have one

They tell us, over and over, how hard Sylvie’s life was because she was kidnapped by the TVA in order to create sympathy for her.

She almost never does anything wrong. In the rare instance that she does, it's usually; (a) a way for the author to disclaim her being a Mary Sue by introducing a single imperfection (that has no bearing on anything anyway), and (b) designed to show her smarts by making her feel instant remorse, and she'll be Easily Forgiven anyway:

So this one hopefully will not come true, as a lot can change between now and when the show is taped. But if the show goes on the way the behind the scenes team is talking, Sylvie immediately felt remorse for betraying Loki, and Loki has already forgiven her and is desperately looking for her.  Ugh.

Alternatively, she is more than capable of doing something wrong, be it in general moral terms or something that goes against whatever code she abides by, and she maybe even frequently does so, but don't expect the other characters or the narrative to ever acknowledge or comment on it in any real capacity. If the other characters do call her out, expect them to be treated like they're the problem for daring to criticize her at all.

Mobius calls her out for killing people, but Sylvie immediately says he’s a bad person and then Mobius agrees, because, of course.

She will often suffer from Special Snowflake Syndrome; i.e., she has a trait or backstory that sets her apart from her group or race.

She is the only female Loki, thus making her the special one among all the Lokis in episode five.

Presentation

In visual media, the camera just can't stop staring at her.

The camera would follow her in fight scenes rather than Loki.

Mary Sue Tropes

Okay, so there are specific Mary Sue tropes that Sylvie is.  One of those is Copy Cat Sue, which I think was referenced before.

Copy Cat Sue

A lot of fanfic writers...start to write something because of their passion for this character, but they find something about the character that doesn't mesh well. Maybe they're the wrong gender or are otherwise not close enough to the author's expectations...In any case, rather than put them through the Possession Sue process, they just get a Clone-O-Matic™ and out pops a Copy Cat Sue...the character might be intended as a replacement for the canon character, but without whatever icky traits the author hates. They'll then rob the spotlight, prove the canon character to be unworthy of his/her position, and either relegate the character to obsolescence or, perhaps, even remove them entirely.

Sylvie is basically a clone of Loki, she is a variant.  But she absolutely robbed the spotlight of Loki’s, and they literally call her the superior Loki.  I mean, they are literally not even being subtle about this.  And there was a feeling by myself (and a lot of other viewers) that Sylvie might ultimately replace Loki in the MCU. 

Black Hole Sue

Much like a black hole, this is a Mary Sue who "sucks in" the plot and characters to her. Characters will behave outside their personalities, logic will be defied, and rules will be broken for her sake.

Sylvie really does suck up all the plot and Loki definitely behaves outside of his personality just to fit the Sylvie show.

Jerk Sue

A Mary Sue who is mean or maybe even cruel, but are still treated as an ideal person.

Once again, Sylvie is basically a jerk all of episode three, but you’ve got Loki falling over himself to call her amazing in just the next episode.

Relationship Sue

A Mary Sue who exists to be the perfect mate for a specific character...this character has everything in the plot conspiring to enforce this One True Pairing...in Fanfiction, they are the perfect beloved of a canon character.

They literally have Mobius speculate that Loki falling in love with Sylvie is so extraordinary that it causes an entire Nexus event, that’s how huge this One True Pairing is (!).  And Sylvie is the love interest of Loki, the only character who had been around before the beginning of the series

TLDR: Sylvie has all the tropes of a classic Mary Sue character.  So calling Sylvie a Mary Sue isn’t being sexist or just randomly hating on the character.  If you use common Mary Sue characteristics to examine the character, she just has too many of these characteristics to ignore.

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Being Mona Lisa Vito’s best friend would include~

(Not my gif)(Requested by anonymous)

- Mona Lisa is an amalgamation of different stereotypes but in the best way possible. The mom friend, the wine aunt, the wild child, the Italian uncle: you name it and there’s a dash of it inside of her. It’s what makes her so great to be around: she’s always prepared for every situation the two of you get into and she’s incredibly fun to be around. 

- The two of you probably live together and have lived together since your early twenties; if not sooner. It’s an arguably cheap and run down New York apartment but you still consider it home and the two of you wouldn’t have it any other way; except maybe for her to live with Vinny after the two of them finally get married....

- Speaking of: you’re the one who gets the brunt of her “biological clock” rants. She can only talk to Vinny about it so much and since you’re her number one confidant, you’re the next in line. 

- By the way, she’s so smart and has such a big family that nothing in your apartment ever stays broken for very long. If she’s not fixing it than her father or one of her cousins is so you never have to worry about hopefully getting the maintenance man to swing by “when he gets the chance”. 

- Car troubles? You’ve got her and her family of mechanics to help you no matter where you are or what time it is. You’ll never have to worry about a flat tire or a stalled engine ever again. 

- If the previous points haven’t made you aware of it already, I’ll say it plainly here: you can always rely on her. The two of you could be having the argument of your lives and she’ll still be there for you if she thinks you need her or if you’re obviously scared/hurt enough to swallow your pride and reach out. You love each other like sisters and sometimes sisters fight, that doesn’t mean you don’t love and take care of each other. 

- She honestly likes helping you: it makes her antsy when she isn’t able to immediately fix something for the people she cares about. 

- It’s part of the reason why she performs sweet, little gestures without you having to ask her. A big part of her love language is acts of service; and she’s just really considerate in general, so don’t be surprised if she surprises you with freshly dry-cleaned clothing for your important job interview or a home cooked meal after a long and hard day. 

- Sorry but you’re family now. You don’t even have to be Italian: peep your Chinese/black ass at Sunday’s spaghetti dinner, scarfing down garlic bread like a true Vito. 

- And speaking of family: she probably sets you up with one of her brothers/cousins so that you could be her “sister” in marriage. She’s your wing woman whether you want her to be or not; and regardless of whether you’re interested in her family or an entirely different kind of man. 

- Lets be real here: if she thinks your boyfriend is an asshole, you’re gonna know. She’s one of those girls who are openly hostile and passive aggressive with people she doesn’t like; especially if they’ve hurt you in some way, so even he’s gonna know she doesn’t like him.  

- You can always rely on her for the cold, hard truth. She doesn’t mince her words when you ask for her opinion so while it may be harsh, she’s the best person to go to when you need a very thorough and honest answer. 

- She doesn’t care about decorum so if you need someone to hold your dress while you pee, pop a zit on your back, or not care if you use the toilet as she showers, she’s your girl.

- She’s also got your back if you need someone to check if your period came early or pull your skirt down quickly and inconspicuously when you get up from your seat. 

- We’re taking about an Italian woman here, alright? The two of you probably do hair treatments together. Catch the two of you watching Golden Girls while the bleach/Nair sets in.

- Don't mind her, she’s just blasting short dick man outside your bed room door with a bottle of wine and chocolate after she finds out your boyfriend broke up with you. 

- Going shopping. She respects the game and she’s definitely the one you want to go to for fashion advice. 

- Always having someone to do your hair; though you’ll occasionally have to take one for the team and let her massacre it with gel and curling irons because she “needs to practice for class”. 

- She definitely gets you ready for any dates that you go on: doing your hair and makeup, picking out your outfit, pouring you a little alcohol to calm you down; all while chewing a tasteful amount of gum like a true Italian hairdresser. 

- The two of you have a bunch of random pictures together and a collection of snapshots that she insisted on taking of you. 

- She’s honestly down to do anything so you just make the plans and she’ll be there. Concerts, new restaurants, a night in; you name it and she’s your plus one. 

- Going out for drinks and pool. 

- She takes great pride in showing people up and you love standing back and watching her give a guy a mouthful. 

- Nights filled with Chinese take-out and television. 

- Wrapping your arms around each others shoulders. 

- Platonic cuddling is where it’s at and it’s what’s going to happen.

-Those cheek kisses where you exaggerate the noises. Muah!

- You and Vinny kind of have a love-hate relationship but you still like the guy and he likes you. It’s hard to truly hate him when he sacrifices date night because your cat died; even when you insisted you’d be fine staying home alone. 

- Both of you knowing where the other persons things are. Getting ready in the morning? You’re both asking the other person where you left like 50% of your belongings. 

- She was put on this Earth to schedule your doctors appointments for you and to tell the waiter that your order is wrong. Trust in her and you will succeed. 

[xlbrh]

Genshin Impact - Small things they do to show their love

notes : so i’ve been trying to think of an idea for a long story to write for one of the characters, but i’ve been having a little bit of trouble :( if anyone has any suggestions i’d love to hear them! hopefully i’ll be able to come out with an introduction or something soon 

in the meantime i wrote this up, so i hope that you guys enjoy!

Genshin Masterlist

warnings : none

format : bulleted, headcanons. fluff

pairings : diluc, kaeya, childe, zhongli, xiao, albedo, aether x gn! reader

word count : 1426

everything under the cut-

Diluc:

during your nightly walks around mondstadt, he notices how chills can rack your body, especially when the wind blows

he’ll remove his jacket and drape it around your form, no matter how much you may protest

sometimes his arms will circle around your waist, drawing you towards him in an effort toto keep you warm until you get home

if you’ve been out adventuring close to the dawn winery, he’d invite you to the manor to share a meal or drink, whichever you’d like

whatever you desire, he’ll see to it that you receive it – most of the time he wouldn’t even ask you due to how well he can read you and your actions

when you try to refuse his offers, he’ll tell you ‘just let me look after you, my love’  

when you come to visit him in the angel’s share, he always has a seat ready just for you

he’ll keep a blanket and some books under the bar, since he knows how you like to curl up in the corner, engrossed in your reading

if you’d like he’ll come and sit with you for a short while, bringing a drink of your choice over while you tell each other about your day

Kaeya:

kaeya is the kind of man to call you every pet name under the sun

whether it be sweetheart, darling, love etc. he loves to use these types of names for you frequently, as a form of affection

he loves your reactions to them, especially when your cheeks flare up and you turn away out of shyness – he finds it extremely endearing

he would offer to train you in swordsmanship, regardless of whether you can already wield a sword or not

he likes to not only see your strength grow, but also offer you a way to protect yourself since he cannot be with you at all times

kaeya takes pride in the training sessions you have, after all they give him another reason to spend even more time with you

he loves for you guys to have matching things, no matter how small they may be 

for example, he’ll buy you a bracelet to wear, one that matches with one on his own wrist as well

jokingly he once bought you an eyepatch to match his, but he finds it sweet but hilarious when you’ll wear it around him sometimes

Childe:

since this man is a literal walking wallet, he has no problem with spoiling you with gifts

whether that be a necklace you’ve had your eye on, a new shirt because you ripped yours in battle, or a book he knows is the next in the series you enjoy

when asking him why he leaves you so many small gifts, his response is just ‘well, because i love you, of course!’

if you ever get hurt during a battle, he’ll be the first to help you

whether that be taking down the enemies if you haven’t already, or tending to the wounds you’ve received

he’d work with utmost caution, wrapping each wound gently and finishing them off with a kiss on top

when strolling the streets of liyue together, childe ensures that your body is connected to his one way or another at all times

whether that be intertwining your hands together, an arm loosely wrapped around your waist, or stopping to give you a brief peck on the forehead

he has no qualms in showing the public that you’re his – something he makes you well aware of

Zhongli:

he knows you love when he tells you stories of his past and the history of liyue, and he enjoys telling you about them

he finds the childlike wonder in your eyes adorable as he tells you tales of adepti and archons alike

zhongli will try his best to make them as entertaining as possible for you – drawing you in with every word he uttered

he likes to play with your hair, and for you to do the same to him

if you have longer hair you can guarantee he’d be braiding and styling your hair in all different ways, adorning it with hairpins he’d purchase for you

if your hair is on the shorter side then he’d love to run his fingers through, stroking your hair and massaging your scalp until you fall asleep with your head against his chest

if there is anything in particular that you take a big interest in, zhongli will try his best to research around it – even though he probably has the knowledge anyways

he wants to be able to talk to you about things you’re interested in, as well as share in the enjoyment that you get from it

he would leave small notes to you when he can’t always be around you, sometimes with small facts he learned of

Xiao:

he would for sure watch over you if you ever go on a long adventure, no matter what other duties he may have to attend to

expect to see a good few hilichurl and treasure hoarder camps abandoned thanks to his interference

‘anything to ensure your safety’, he thinks

some nights, when his duties have been fulfilled early, he’ll try his hand at preparing a meal for you to share

of course nothing especially fancy! After all he doesn’t have to eat himself – its all for your enjoyment

if he struggles he’d probably reach out to verr goldet some help

just imagine him setting a small picnic up on the wangshu inn rooftop iM WEAK

once xiao finally becomes accustomed to physical contact, he’d make an effort to hold your hand a lot more often

lightly squeezing it or tracing shapes with his thumb every now and again

if you’re lucky he way even take his gloves off – just to feel that warmth from his hand can be very comforting indeed

Albedo:

you’re literally the only person he will listen to when he is engrossed in his experiments

as we know he tends to block out the rest of the world when he is deep in though

but as soon as he hears your voice of concern asking if he’ll take a break to eat, you wanna bet he’ll be leaving his office in an instant to join you for lunch

he does the exact same for you when you’re hard at work, so he appreciates the way you always look after him

when out looking for more specimens to analyse, he stumbles across his fair share of flowers

of course he knows which are your favourites – he knows everything about you, after all – so he’ll be sure to pick some to bring home to you

when giving them to you, he mentions ‘well, they reminded me of you, so i thought you’d like them’

if you ever get ill for some reason, albedo becomes your personal doctor

he’ll spend hours preparing serums and medicines for you to alleviate your pain – but will never let you out of his sight while doing so

he’ll ask noelle if she can fix up some food for you in the meantime, since at every free opportunity he’s sat at your bedside, hand in yours as he whispers words of comfort to you

Aether:

aether is always ready to make you something to eat whenever you’d like!

he for sure has a small section of his brain dedicated to learning of recipes that he knows you enjoy, no matter how simple or complicated they may be

will make sure that you always have some lunch ready to take with you wherever you go, even if it means he had to wake up early and travel halfway across teyvat to bring it to you

he will bring you back numerous treasures from his travels

sometimes he’ll ask the locals in whichever area he’s in if they can craft the raw materials into something that you can treasure

there would be a shelf in your room specifically for aether’s gifts, where he’ll occasionally point to each one and tell you the story of how it made it’s way back to you

he makes sure to let you know how grateful he is to have you by his side

every time you do something for him, no matter how small it may be, he’ll thank you and let you know how much you mean to him

when on his travels he makes sure to write letters and send them home to you – just because he’s far away doesn’t mean he’s not still thinking about you

[michiieewrites]

THORST COLLAB: Bakugou - Starving till I tasted you

A/N: First: IF YOU’RE UNDER 18, BEGONE FROM MY BLOG SINCE I WRITE MATURE CONTENT!! This one has been sitting in my documents for almost 2 months now. This week inspiration finally struck me once again tho!

This fic is actually a Thorst Collab between my lovely friends & I on Discord. I’m the first one to post mine, so I can’t wait to see what the others will write!

Now.

STRAP ON YOUR SEATBELTS CAUSE THIS MOTHERF!@#$%CKER IS 4.2K+ WORDS LONG

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If someone told you a year ago that you would have enough money to pay off your student debt, buy your dream apartment, help out your family and friends, move abroad and drive in a ’67 Chevrolet Impala, you would’ve died laughing at the joke.

You told yourself it was stupid, buying that lottery ticket. But here you are; $100.000.000,- on your bank account. A young and now rich Omega in her prime. After making sure you had spend part of it wisely, you made sure to live the rest of your life on interest alone.

The first month had been nice. Decorating your new place, going out for dinner every day, getting a new wardrobe, spoiling yourself silly. You got new nesting materials, softer blankets and bigger pillows. It felt nice. Until it didn’t anymore. It started to feel pointless and empty. You felt like you were becoming one of those people that flaunt their money and that isn’t the type of Omega you are.

So here you are. Sitting in your peach colored dress and a numbered paddle in your hand. Tonight, you attend a charity auction. The charity was a rehabilitation program for criminals who want to get back on the right path.

The auction items aren’t exactly… items. They’re Pro Heroes. People could bid on having a date with some of the most desirable Pro Heroes, Alphas, Betas, Omegas, all of them. Even No. 1 hero Deku and No. 4 hero Red Riot are up for auction, both being Omegas.

One of the last dates are being auctioned and you realize you have been zoning out. Not having bid anything yet, you put up your paddle.

“Going once, going twice… SOLD TO NUMBER 917 FOR TONIGHT’S HIGHEST BID OF $300.000,-! A date with explosion pro hero Ground Zero!”

Oh lord. Yes! You got- wait… You got actually got it? You won a date with Pro Hero Ground Zero. Wasn’t he the one with the explosion quirk? Impressive power and always capturing the villains. What separates him from Deku is his social skills. Or lack thereof, to be more precise. Ground Zero isn’t really the type of hero to stick around the people he saved to see if they’re okay.

On top of all that he’s also an Alpha. Highly sought out by Omegas who want a pup, but not the Alpha. His genes are what people want, not the man himself. His personality also making it harder for people to approach him. And you just won a date with the most desired and aggressive Pro Hero Alpha there is.

“Oi!”

The voice behind you pulled you from your thoughts. The subtle scent of caramelized candy apples caught your attention. You turn around and find a handsome Alpha standing there. Arms crossed, cardinal red eyes watching you and his lips in an almost angry looking pout. This is the man you just bought yourself a date with.

“H-hi!” you manage to stammer out.

With a huff, he places a card on your table. You pick it up and see that it’s a business card from Ground Zero’s agency. At the bottom, writing in sleek handwriting, is a phone number. You look back up at him, ready to ask him why he gave this to you. But he’s already turning around and heading for the exit.

“Just contact me when you wanna plan that date things.”

And just like that, you had Ground Zero’s personal phone number.

 ~ A few days later ~

 You’re sitting at a small booth, sipping on your matcha latte. You were a half hour too early, so you decided it wouldn’t hurt to go ahead and order a drink before Bakugou would arrive. In his very first text he made it clear to call him ‘Bakugou’ and not by his hero name. He said that it would feel too much like an interview otherwise. In return you told him to just call you ‘Y/N’.

After some back and forth texting the last couple of days, you two agreed to meet up at a local coffee shop. Not a lot of people know about this shop. It’s small and the interior looks more like cozy living room than a flashy coffee shop. It was your favorite place to sit down and enjoy a cup of coffee, tea or like right now, matcha latte.

Neither of you had any set plans for the rest of the day. Just kind of going with the flow seemed like the way to go. This would give you the freedom to hopefully have a quiet ‘date’. But you can’t really know that for sure when the person you’re on a date with is a Pro Hero.

The sound of the bell above the front door rings. You look up and see him walk in. Sitting all the way in the back, you can’t even smell him scent. Weren’t Alpha’s supposed to have very strong scents? Maybe he’s on suppressants?

He scans the shop, probably looking for you. His eyes land on you. He walks over and sits across from you. He leans back against the chair and swings his right arm over the arm rest while the left one is resting on the table. His eyes trail down from your face to the drink in your hands.

“I see you couldn’t wait for me to arrive,” he gruffly says.

“Uh-uhm, yeah. Sorry, I was super early. I hope you don’t mind.”

The silence that spreads between you two makes your Omega feel uncomfortable. Something doesn’t feel right and you’re starting to think that the Alpha in front of you truly doesn’t want to do any of this. So, to make it a little more bearable for yourself, you pump out a small amount of calming pheromones. Just to take the edge of this meeting.

Bakugou keeps looking at you. Until he finally picks up the menu card and says: “It’s fine. It’s your day, after all.”

He was right, you figured. But you still wanted him to have a pleasant time today too.

And so the day continues. The conversation isn’t very lengthy or deep. You discuss basic things like work, hobbies, favorite food. After a while the conversation kind of dies down. You suggest you two head out and into town. The man in front of you doesn’t seem overly thrilled about it, but still agrees.

When you go up to the front to pay, you hear him quickly walking up to you. He pulls your arm back. Surprised, you let out a small sound of shock and look up at him. A confused look is on his face and he pulls his hand away from you.

“The heck are you trying to do?”

Confused, you say: “Uh, paying?”

“I see that, but why? Omegas don’t pay when they’re with Alphas.”

Wow. At first you didn’t know how to respond to this remark. True, Omegas usually aren’t the ones paying on dates. In the past an Alpha would go out and hunt for their Omega. Since the hunting days are over and many Omegas work nowadays, treating them on dates are a way to show the Omega they can provide for them.

“Well,” you say as you hand over the money to the Beta barista behind the counter and thank him, “I don’t know about other Omegas, but I’m perfectly capable of paying for drinks too. I can provide just as well as any Alpha.”

You two walk outside and turn left to head into town. You’ve been meaning to go to the bookstore and hopefully find some new reading material. Two birds, one stone, right?

“Tsk, should’ve known a rich Omega like you doesn’t like to be told what to do,” Bakugou mumbles to himself.

You stop in your tracks. What? Was that really what he thought of you? A rich and snobby Omega?

Realizing you’re not walking beside him anymore, Bakugou turns around. Your head is bowed in shame. Normally your scent smells like peaches and hazelnuts, but now it turns into that of rotten fruit. You feel called out. For winning the lottery, for treating this Alpha to some drinks, for basically buying yourself a date with someone who clearly wishes to be anywhere else but here.

Your voice shakes, but you gather all your courage. “I’ll admit I was given a lot more financial freedom recently. And yes, I don’t like being told what to do. I believe everyone should be treated equally, regardless of their second gender. But I have never in my life asked for something. I was taught to work hard, to help people and to help and reward the people that help you.”

You pick up your head and look him straight in the eyes, politely smile and say: “I’m sorry you had to do this. This isn’t really how you planned your day would go. You can go, if you want to.”

As you pass him, determent to still go to the bookstore, you feel a weight being lifted from your heart. It really is unfair to the Alpha to make him go on a date with someone he doesn’t like. Deep down inside your Omega whines sadly. She recognized a good and safe provider in the Alpha, one who isn’t driven by hormones to just get an Omega pregnant. One who isn’t controlled their Alpha status. Too bad his Alpha isn’t interested in the Omega.

“Fuck, crap- wait! Shit!”

The cursing Alpha quickly catches up to you. He stops in front of you, holding up his hands to halt you. “Okay, fuck-just… let me explain.”

You cross your arms at him and wait for him to continue.

“Okay, so… Listen, I’ve been a real dick to you. Not just today, but basically since that charity event when I gave you my card. It was wrong of me assume anything about you. Shit Y/N, you’ve been nothing but nice to me. You don’t mind carrying the cost of a date, you’re not flaunting it around town that you’re spending time with a Pro Hero, you put up with my shitty responses and that isn’t how you should be treated. Or anyone for that matter! You deserve a proper date. So just, maybe I can make it up to you?”

By the end of his apology, Bakugou practically gives you angry puppy eyes in an attempt to ask for forgiveness. He reminds you of an angry Pomeranian. Smiling, you tell him that you forgive him. This day is supposed to be a fun one.

“But! You’ll have to carry the books I’ll buy as a punishment. And just so you know, I always come out with two shopping bags,” you tell him.

Bakugou just grins. “Fine. They’ll probably weigh nothing for me.”

Something in the air changes. A little sniff of your nose helps you identify the change. The scent coming from the Alpha next to you is slightly peaked. You heard that when an Alpha is preening their scents get stronger. You hardly think that’s the reason. Maybe it’s just because he’s in better mood now. Whatever the reason, you find yourself agreeing with your Omega; it’s a very nice scent.

 ~ An hour and a half later ~

 “I’ve never met someone who spends over an hour inside a bookstore!”

“I told you when we came in that it could take a while,” you reply to Bakugou’s complaints.

“You do this with nesting stuff too? You know, blankets and shit,” he asks.

In both his hands, Bakugou is carrying a bag containing close to twenty books you can add to your bookcases back at home. Even underneath the sleeves of his hoodie you can see the muscles of his arms. He’s not as bulky as Pro Heroes Deku and Red Riot, but those muscles are pretty impressive. You bet your money that those thighs could squish a watermelon. You can practically feel the water filling your Omega’s mouth. She wants nothing more than to chomp down on those delicious shoulders. And honestly, you wouldn’t mind that either.

You remember you were asked a question. “I do. How else am I gonna know I made the right choice? All of those blankets and shit, as you put it, go in my nest. I’m at my best with a perfect nest.” A confident smile forms on your face and from the corner of your eye you can see Bakugou looking at you. A small smirk creeps up on his face.

While enjoying our little banter, you both failed to notice the Alpha towards the two of you. Until he opened his mouth. “I bet I can make your nest even better, little Omega.”

The other guy stops right in front of you, completely ignoring the Alpha next to you. You’re shocked and take a step back to create some distance between you again. But the guy doesn’t let up and steps closer again.

“No, now get lost,” you firmly say. This wasn’t the first Alpha-asshole you encountered.

“Awh, why the sour face, baby? Bet I’ll be more fun than the hedgehog here.”

“Oi, asshole! She said to get lost.” The smells of pheromones of two Alphas are dominating the air. The strongest one being the creepy guy, Bakugou’s not so much. You honestly confused on that point. With an Alpha as desirable as Bakugou, you truly expected a stronger scent.

You can’t help but release your own distressed scent. The tension is getting to you. Even other people noticed and are stopping to see how this plays out.

The creep briefly looks at Bakugou before returning his attention on you. “Come on, baby. Ditch this  guy and then you and I can have our fun. What do you say?”

He extends his hand to put it on our waist and before you know it, you slap his hand away and punch him in the face. He stumbles back while cupping his now bleeding nose. Screaming in pain and shouting names at you. He’s beyond pissed; punched by a fucking Omega!

The adrenaline is pumping through you and every instinct in your body is telling you to run. Hide. Find an Alpha to protect you. You’re frozen on the spot. Your mind shutting down.

That’s when you feel a hand tugging you away. Your Omega recognizes the person this scent belongs to. Caramel candy apples. Bakugou.

You don’t know where he’s taking you. Your mind still processing things. All you know is to follow. ‘Cause he’ll lead to safety. Alphas keep Omegas safe. Follow. Safety. Alpha.

By the time you get to take in your surroundings, you realize you’re in an office. An office? What are you doing here? You look around and see a wooden desk with a black leather chair. A small bookcase, a closet and a couch with coffee table. A puffy black rug is covering the wooden floor, complimenting the one black wall behind you. The other walls are a tinted orange color.

The scent hanging in this office is… comforting. Soothing. Safe. You’re safe in here.

You’re seated on the couch. Wrapped in something soft. A blanket. A big, fluffy and soft blanket. The scent is even stronger on the blanket. You slowly inhale, imprinting this delicious mix of sweetness. After a couple seconds you finally notice the man next to you. Bakugou grins as he sees your focus shifting to him.

“I take it the blanket is approved,” he jokes.

You slowly nod. This small little cocoon makes you feel less vulnerable. Just like the presence of Bakugou next to you. It feels right. “Where are we?”

“Oh yeah, fuck. We’re at my agency. This is my office.”

You’re confused. “Your office? Why? I’m sorry, I kind of… froze. Can you tell me what happened afterwards?”

The smile that spreads on his face makes you feel funny inside. “What happened?! Y/N, you punched that fucker right in his fucking face! Shithead had it coming, tho. You just beat me to it. Omega or not, you know how to fight.”

You two look at each other and burst out laughing as you think back to that glorious moment. The creep definitely didn’t see your punch coming. It feels good to know the man next to you thinks you’re a decent fighter. He seems to actually be enjoying your company. Maybe he’s one of those people that are careful with who they get comfortable with. It feels good to know he feels like he can relax a bit more around you now.

You jokingly nudge him and say: “I bet I can even take you on, you big grump.”

“Oh yeah?” His eyebrow is raised, grinning with his canines on display. “Prove it then.”

Knowing a challenge when you see one, you keep your eyes fixed on his cardinal ones and slowly lean in closer. Baring your neck to the side in submission to lure in his Alpha. Your Omega is very pleased by the motion. Just as he moves to lean in too, you throw the blanket in his face, grab his neck and shove him down on the ground. Stradling him and jabbing your elbow into his side, pressing your nails into the skin of his neck.

Smiling down at the man below you; “How’s that, Alpha?”

A short lived victory as he snarls and the two of you roll over, with Bakugou keeping you pinned underneath his weight. He may not look like it, but this man weighs a ton!

“If you’re trying to be a worthy opponent, why not call me by my first name? It’s ‘Katsuki’,” he breathes heavily atop of you.

Next to your ear you hear a low grumbling sound. Still seeing this as a playfight you laugh and reach back. Your fingers finding pressure points in his neck, making him let go of you. This gives you the chance to overpower him again and straddle him once more while holding his wrists above his head.

Victorious once again, you look down. Growling and teeth bared, the air around you growing thick. The smell surrounding you hits you like thunder. The caramelized candy apple scent overwhelming your senses. Your eyes travel down to his neck and see something you failed to notice before; gland patches. Patches to block someone’s scent from becoming too noticeable. That’s why the other Alpha smelled so much stronger. But now, now you’re drowning in it. You can pick up on rage, possessiveness and… arousal. As much as he’s growling and snarling at you, you know that he’s enjoying this too.

Chuckling at you, he cranes his neck. His face now closer to you than a moment ago. “I’m pretty sure I just got my ass handed by the most perfect Omega.” His words push through the alarm bells his instincts are sending off. His Alpha is not pleased about being pinned down. But as it takes in the Omega’s scent of peaches and hazelnuts, it can’t help but lie down and surrender itself to this tasty smelling Omega. An Omega that can fight back. An Omega that can hold him close. An Omega worthy of carrying his pups.

His Omega.

Before either can properly get out any words Bakugou has wrestled his hands free and grabs a hold of your hips while your hands pull his face closer and seal the distance between your lips. The taste of sugar coated apples is even stronger on his lips and you can’t get enough of it.

His fingers press deeply in your skin, kneading the flesh. His hips pushing upwards while holding you in place. The low rumbling sound in the back of his throat being accompanied by your mewling. You wanted more of him, your Omega needed more.

The Alpha makes his displeasure heard. You both part to breathe in fresh air. His lidded eyes are on fire and following every movement you make. Your hands slip down to his collarbones and settle on his shoulders. The path of your hands make Bakugou throw back his head. His body is pressing into yours desperately, like he has no control over it anymore. His growling increases in volume.

Through gritted teeth he manages to speak to you. “Fuck, Omega. What are you doing to me?”

Taking a leap of faith, you answer: “I don’t know. All I know right now is that I need capable Alpha to take care of me. Are you that Alpha, Katsuki?”

Before you can even blink, you’re being rolled over again. This time you’ll let him have his way. His hands are sliding their way up to your chest, grabbing the front of your shirt and tearing it apart. You try to protest, but you’re stopped by the warning growl of his Alpha. You lay back down and occupy yourself with running your fingers through his hair. Your gently massage making the Alpha let out a content sound.

Entranced by the man above you, you hardly even notice his onslaught on your clothes. And his own clothes. Getting those replaced will be a worry for later, your Omega decide. All you need to focus on right now is Katsuki. You want this Alpha to mate you and it needs to happen right now, or else your Omega just might perish on the spot.

That’s when you feel it. The hard and heavy feeling of his cock rutting itself against your core. Your body can’t help but react to it and release a good amount of slick. Katsuki’s mouth nipping along your collarbones as your bare you neck in submission. You feel his fangs graze your scent glands and you start to whimper desperately.

“Fuck, Y/N. Keep making those pretty noises,” Katsuki says.

“Yes, Alpha, yes. Just-ah shit! Just fuck me already!” you loudly exclaim.

Now who is Katsuki to deny such a nice plea from such a good Omega?

Wasting no time, he slides himself inside. The stretch making you cry out for more, deeper, more, anything he can give you. You just know you need more. Barely able to hold himself back from ramming himself inside and fucking you like you’re in a heat, he takes his time for your to fully take him in. A sigh of satisfaction leaves you both when he finally does.

Your legs wrap around his waist and try to pull him deeper in. Your fingers curl around his spikey locks and tug harshly to get him moving. Grunting, Katsuki finally complies. Being buried inside you sends him into over-drive. You feel too damn good around him. He feels too good inside you as he sets in a brutal rhythm. You’re pretty sure no other man could ever make you feel this good. No other Alpha could ever please your Omega ever again. Feeling his body slam into yours like his life depends on it is possibly the best feeling in the world. Your lungs are sending out a mix of his name, pleas for more, for him to go faster.

Katsuki can’t help it, he can’t stop himself anymore. He need to do this, he needs you, his Alpha needs to mate your Omega. Give her everything she wants and all that she’ll take. Only the best for his Omega, he will be worthy of giving her pups.

You can feel the base of his cock starting to inflate. His knot. His knot is growing. As soon as you notice, you start to claw at his back. A need filling you till the point you’re almost bursting.

“Alpha! Knot, please- Alpha, knot me- I need- Need your knot, Alpha!” you scream in desperation.

He wants to. Oh, he wants to so badly. But in the back of his mind there’s one braincell left that tells him that now is not the time nor the place. His Omega deserves better.

“You deserve better than to be knotted in my office, Y/N,” he moans, “please give me a chance to give you something better one day. I’ll be the best fucking Alpha there is!”

You love the sound of that. Something better. Somewhere in the future. A future with Katsuki. “Yes, Kastuki! Only you, you’re the only Alpha, please, I’m so cl-“

The moment he sinks his teeth into the flesh just above your collarbone, you’re send into a world of blinding lights and exploding fire. His name keeps falling from your lips. The waves of fire keep pulsing through your body.

The tight grip around him becomes too much for Katsuki. He needs to pull out or else he’ll knot you for sure. When he you keep chanting his name, he pulls out and covers you in thick, long, white streams of his cum. Covering you in his seed, marking you as his in an obscene, but beautiful way.

“Look at you, perfectly covered in my cum,” he pants.

You preen at the compliment. A content scent is released. The smell of a happily fucked Omega. Katsuki could get addicted to this smell.

With the shredded pieces of clothing he cleans you up. He pulls the blanket you discarded earlier over you both as he lies down next to you. Your tired and warm body cuddles closer to him. He drinks in your scent a you purr softly.

“What did you have the blanket for in your office?” you ask with a yawn.

Katsuki looks down at your half-asleep face. A smile forms on his lips as he gently kisses the top of your head.

“I kept it for my future mate.”

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