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anundyingfidelity · 7 months

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THE MERMAID AND THE COOK — Sanji x mermaid reader

Summary: once the Straw Hats begin their journey, Sanji notices a figure floating in the waves of the ocean after a storm. Nothing will be the same for him.

Pairing: Sanji x female reader, who is also a mermaid.

Word count: 2.03k.

Warnings: reader mermaid suffered, some angst and fluff, language, nudity, suggestive stuff. Written in third person, female pronouns. No use of Y/n this time. As all my works, no skin color, hair color, or any kind of specific physicial description is mentioned.

Notes: This is situated after the first season. I just saw the netflix live action and barely starting watching the anime, so I am sorry for any discrepancies with the One Piece universe. And forgive my English. Thanks lol.

I had to write something for Sanji. This man is consuming me. Thanks to this show because I am on a writers block and it was a miracle I finished this. ;-;

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The morning was sunny, the sky looked clear, and the crew barely finished washing and cleaning the deck. Thanks to the storm last night, they woke up to a whole mess of fishes, wood, seaweed and a lot of shit Sanji didn't want to remember by now.

Finally, the deck of the Going Merry was how it was supposed to be. The last storm they encountered was so strong that the blonde man thought they would not make it this time. But they survived a lot of shit now, didn't they.

Once Luffy and Usopp set everything, they ordered the crew to come to the kitchen and have a proper breakfast after all the hard work, even if it was noon already. Sanji followed last, tired and all sweaty because of the sunlight. However, something caught up his attention as he walked near the rail before he could get inside. A wood plank floating in the ocean, and on top of it a figure lying face down. He couldn't see clearly, but he was sure it was a woman.

Nami stopped his steps once he did not follow. "Are you not coming?"

Her voice disappeared in the air as Sanji got closer to the rail to observe the woman floating in the middle of the ocean. The waves were still a little big even after hours passed since the storm completely stopped, and they guided the plank with the figure closer to the ship. He knew he had to do something.

"Oi! There's someone in the ocean!"

Nami quickly came by his side to see what he was seeing and left, calling the crew to help. Sanji took some ropes, Usopp appeared to assist with them. Nami arrived with Zoro and Luffy, and they helped the guys to bring the plank to the ship. Once the plank was up, they settled it on the deck carefully. Everyone looked in awe at what they caught.

"It's a mermaid," Nami whispered.

The crew went silent.

The brilliant tail gave it all away. Sanji was the first to get closer, kneeling by her side, making sure she was still breathing. The long hair and the soft scales adorning her body enamoured his blue eyes in seconds. He still had yet to see her face, but he felt attracted to the mermaid after seconds of saving her from a fatal fate.

Softly he pulled some locks of wet hair, with some seaweed tangled in them, to look at her face. Or at least try to.

"Is she okay?" Luffy sounded worried. "We have to help her."

"She is wounded," Usopp said, pointing at a tiny trail of blood coming from her tail.

"Let's take her to my room," Nami said.

Sanji nodded, calling Zoro for help. Both of them took the plank with the mermaid, still in deep sleep, to Nami's quaters. There, Sanji used some of Zeff's old teachings to treat wounds with bandages and fish skin. Nami assisted in turning the mermaid around and cleaning her skin and hair. The rest of the crew silently watched them assisting the mermaid.

Finally they were able to see her face. Sanji thought she was as beautiful as the sunrise. Two shells covered her breasts, which Nami made sure to fix along with the pearl necklace hanging on her neck. It was precious. Everything about her was to the cook's eyes.

Suddenly her tail sparkled softly and two legs started to form little by little, the human skin making its appearance starting from her feet.

"You guys have to leave," Nami announced, turning to Luffy, Usopp and Zoro.

"Why only us?" Usopp questioned. "Why doesn't he leaves too?"

"Sanji's knowledge is essencial right now," Nami explained. "And we don't want her flustered with all these eyes."

Zoro sighed, forcing the so called captains out of the room between protests. "She's right, let's go."

Nami murmured a silent 'thank you'.

"If you need anything I'll be outside," that was the last thing Zoro said before closing the door.

Sanji started to remove quickly a small bandage around her waist, which was still covered with her tail, however, it converted in skin before he could finish. So now here she was, with to legs and half naked before the eyes of two pirates.

The mermaid let out a breath and her eyes opened wide, encountering herself on a ship. A new ship.

"Is okay, you're safe," Nami whispered in a motherly way. "We just want to help you."

The mermaid was visibly scared. She looked first at the woman with the orange hair before taking a sight of the blonde man. His hands were still in the bandage around her waist. Sanji could swear she gasped once they looked directly into each others eyes. Yes, she was absolutely stunning.

She smiled softly.

"I'm not with them anymore..."

Nami and Sanji finished treating her wounds and cleaning her skin as much as they could. Nami gave her some clothes and they let her rest and sleep before asking more about what she went through.

During the next few hours, Sanji couldn't stop thinking about the mermaid. On the way her eyes were shining and the delicacy of the scales on her skin and tail. Even with legs she was beautiful. And the picture of the bare woman waking up will not be forgotten in a long time. Once he heard her name when Nami asked, Sanji knew he will keep it in his mind forever.

The crew reunited for dinner that night and Sanji made sure to have a plate for the mermaid. While his mates played some card games, after making a lot of questions about the mermaid, he walked to the room Nami was sharing with her. Hopefuly she would like to eat something by now, he thought. Sanji knocked twice before entering and found the mermaid sitting on the bed with a book.

"I believe you'd like to have something to eat," Sanji smiled and made his way to her.

"This is so nice from you, thank you," she said, placing the book aside and taking in the plate in her soft hands.

Sanji served a cup of water on the little wood nightstand for her and he took a seat on a wood bench near the bed, watching her eat the meal he prepared for the crew with joy.

"It's delicious," she beamed. "I don't recall having something like this in a long time."

"I feel pleased knowing you like it."

They embarked in a kind conversation soon after and it felt like they knew each other for years. Sanji was his normal flirty self again, speaking about the Straw Hats and his life as a chef, and now, as a pirate, to seek the All Blue. He soon found out he loved hearing her talk about the sea and everything she encountered on her numerous journeys with mystical creatures and cities built deep in the ocean.

Sadly, her last adventure was not a happy one. She had been kidnaped by some pirates who looked for fantastic and rare creatures, mermaids being one of them. They wanted to trade her for gold and berries, but then the storm came and destroyed the ship, drowning the pirates with the savage ocean waves.

"Thankfuly I am here now," she finished her story.

"I am so glad I saw you," Sanji whispered. With a lot of care, his fingers caressed a lock of hair, placing it behind her ear. They were so close that the blonde man could hear her heart beating on her chest.

He observed her eyes and lips, the pretty features of her face and he wanted nothing more but to finally kiss her.

Sanji slowly leaned, feeling like a spell was casted on him to absolutely fall head over heels for her, yearning to have a taste of her lips–

"Can we go outside?" she mumbled before their lips could touch. "I would like to have some air."

Sanji's eyes traveled between her eyes and her biting her lower lip.

"Of course, my lady. Anything you want."

So he took her to the deck, giving her his coat before they went out. And this repeated for days. The strolls on the deck became her favorite thing as time passed.

The mermaid was welcome by the crew as she healed little by little. The Straw Hats eventually knew what happened to her, mostly from Sanji's words, and they treated her like one of them already. And though nothing was really clarified, Luffy and Usopp made her laugh through the day, Nami slowly became a good friend, Zoro was a cold but interesting guy and Sanji made her feel at home.

She would spend most of her time with him on the kitchen and helping the blonde man around the ship to pass the time and most important, to say thanks to all of them.

On the seventh night after her arrival, Sanji took her to the deck after dinner. He gave her his coat, as usual, just in case it was too cold for her. But in reality, he loved her essence on his clothes.

They walked to the rail and she wrapped her arms around his right one, feeling the air of the night as the Going Merry sailed to their next adventure. It was good that the weather was a lot better and the waves seemed quieter than before.

In silence, Sanji felt the warmth of the mermaid, wrapped around his coat and wearing one of Nami's dresses. And still, with that few fabric over her figure, Sanji thought she looked like a princess. They stayed like that for a long time. No words were needed as they enjoyed the cold air of the ocean and the sight of the clear sky above them.

"I would love to see the All Blue," she said after a while, leaning more on him.

His lips curved in a smile. "Why don't you come with us?"

A soft chuckle left her lips.

"Don't you need to ask your captain?"

"I have the feeling we can have some help from a mermaid," Sanji said. "Luffy will say yes with no hesitation."

"Well, I have some abilities that might be useful," she left his arm and turned until she was face to face with the cook. She studied his features. As much as she was trying hard not to admit it, he was handsome and kind. A gentleman. The exact definition of a gentleman. After all she went through it was such heaven to have him. "Do you flirt with every mermaid you encounter?" she asked in a playful way.

It was Sanji's turn to laugh softly.

"Only the ones that like my food."

"I like you," she smiled. "As much as I liked your food."

Sanji came closer to her, trapping her body softly between his own and the rail on her back.

"Please tell me I can kiss you now," he whispered against her lips. "I've been holding all these time..."

She nodded. "You may kiss me now."

No further words were needed as his lips finally got a taste from her. His hands grabbed her sides in a delicate manner and her arms wrapped around his neck, pulling him closer. Her lips were soft, as much as he imagined they would be.

Sanji loved the heat of her body against his, how she played with his hair and the way her fingers tangled with his blonde locks as they pressed their chests together, not wanting to let go forever. The kiss soon grew heated and a soft moan left her lips. A moan he swallowed through the kiss, and he wished it would never end. He knew it would not be the last kiss they share, though.

Once they fell out of breath, they pulled away slowly ans Sanji rested his forehead against hers.

"Stay," he said.

"You know I will," she smiled. Sanji pecked her lips until an annoying voice was heard.

"Finally the lovebirds!" Luffy shouted some meters away from both of them, announcing the crew that the mermaid and the cook were together.

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writermai05 · 20 days

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Arsonist's Lullabye

Chapter 4: Build Again

Summary: Zuko has a crazy day at work

Pairing: Zuko x fem! reader (Live Action or Animated)

A/N: Surprise! Another chapter, before Friday. I may or may not post two chapters this week, but no promises LMAOO. Not revised because we die like men. As always feel free to leave comments or constructive feedback, as it helps me grow.

Word Count: 878

Disclaimer: I do not own the rights to Avatar: The Last Airbender, I am merely a nerd who hyperfixates a lot. Lots of divergence from the canon story lol.

Warnings: None I think.

Today started like any other, utterly uneventful.

Zuko had gone downstairs into the shop at eight in the morning to prepare for opening. Iroh went into the kitchen in the back and handled most of the cooking. Zuko had previously asked his uncle many times if he needed any help, but Iroh consistently refused. Although, he didn’t quite blame his uncle for that. The first, and last, time that Zuko had been let into the kitchen ended up in flames: literally. He had burnt dozens of fruit tarts and muffins. Admittedly, he was much better at understanding the science behind food, rather than actually cooking it.

He mopped the floors, wiped the tables, restocked straws and napkins, and prepared the various toppings, boba, jellies, and syrups. He found the process of opening quite therapeutic, no one was around to distract him and he was able to focus on the tasks at hand.

Fridays were usually their busiest days. The tea ceremony room often had large parties coming in, businessmen having meetings, clubs from the University having events. and of course the front open seating area was full. The Jasmine Dragon was a place where people came and felt welcome, regardless of who they were, and the idea warmed Zuko’s heart. He felt immense pride in his Uncle’s shop.

Today was busy, but there was no afternoon rush like there usually was. Students sat quietly, typing away at their laptops and wearing headphones to keep any distractions at bay. The tea room had absolutely no reservations for the day. Zuko kept himself busy by grabbing more pastries from the kitchen to sell.

As he ducked below the counter to put the pastries in the warming oven, he heard the chime of the door’s bell.

“Welcome! Give me one second..” He called out from below. Once he had finished, he got up slowly, keeping his attention on the warmer before finally addressing the customer. Making eye contact with them, his eyes widened.

It was Aang.

Zuko attempted to compose himself, before opening his mouth to speak.

“Hey…What can I get for you?” He said in a rigid way. He cursed himself for his inability to just act normal.

Though, Aang wasn’t doing much better. He stood there, eyes also wide.

“My bad...I thought Iroh would be working the register today.” He said, wincing at his confession.

“Oh. Well, I…Do you want me to go-” He asked gesturing to his left where the kitchen was. Aang shook his head, eyebrows scrunching.

“No! No, it’s okay. I don’t want to make this harder.” Zuko nodded, in response, walking back over to the register.

“Yeah. Um, what would you like to order?” Zuko hasn’t sounded this unsure while taking an order since he was 14.

“I’ll just get one wintermelon milk tea and a brown sugar boba.” Aang was definitely ordering for himself and Katara.

“Alright. Any toppings with that?”

“Just tapioca in both, please.”

Zuko nodded stiffly, punching the order into the screen.

“That’ll be 7 silver pieces.”

As Aang ruffled through his bag pocket and placed the coins on the counter, Zuko waited, hands anxiously moving around.

“Thank you, I’ll get those out shortly.”

He turned away as fast as possible, getting the to-go cups, and preparing the boba like Aang asked. ‘What are you doing! This is literally your chance to apologize.’ He thought to himself. He debated what to do for a while before settling. He finished up Aang’s order, ducking below the counter once again to retrieve some pastries for the boy. One egg custard tart, and one red bean cake. He knew Aang liked Egg tarts, but he had no idea what Katara would like. He grabbed a red bean rice cake, considering that it was probably a pretty safe option.

“Order for Aang!” He called out, placing the pastries onto the counter with the drinks. Aang hurried to the counter, looking at the things Zuko had laid out for him.

“I didn’t order any pastries…” He said confusedly.

“...I know.” Zuko said, with a nod, making strong eye contact with Aang. This was his chance.

“I’m sorry. For everything. I know this is not nearly enough for what I did but I hope you at least accept it as a peace offering.” Zuko intently watched Aang’s face, trying to get a read.

Much to Zuko’s surprise, Aang smiled.

“Thank you Zuko! This means a lot, really.” Aang smiled, grabbing a bag and straws for the drinks.

“Hey! Next Friday is Toph’s power disc game. Suki and the Kyoshi colorguard are performing too, with the band. You should come! You can talk to the others.”

Zuko pursed his lips and squinted at Aang.

“Respectfully, I don’t think that’s the best idea Aang.” He said, helping Aang with the bags.

“Come on, it'll be fine! I’ll be there and so will one of our new friends Y/n. I think she said that she met you here before.”

Zuko perked up at the mention of you being there. Maybe if he had the support of both you and Aang, it would be easier to get through.

“Yeah, okay. I’ll be there.” Zuko said.

“Great! I’ll see you then. Thanks again Zuko!”

Zuko hoped he wouldn’t regret this.

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biteghost · 11 months

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State of Affairs: oh, it's not good. Bad, in fact!

listening music (lol)

Greetings, all! I apologize for not much communication, art or comics this month, but things were a bit out of my control! I'll cut right to the point: I had a big oopsie at the start of May, and the situation overall has not gotten much better since then.

Here's the scoop as plain as I can explain it: I dropped my external hard drive, and it no longer connected to my computer. My computer has a very tiny amount of memory (the OS capacity is less than 120GB), so I have used an external hard drive as the brain of my computer for years now. I have no back-ups either on another hard drive, older computer, or cloud service.

This external hard drive housed everything I have created and brought with me between computers since 2013. It stored all my art. All of it. My comic pages, my working files, my works-in-progress, my commission pieces, as well as gifts from friends and other artists. It had all the sessions of my at-home tabletop game 'Blueshift', which is a pretty big hit for me as I had only just finished the game. I didn't even have time to be happy the game was finished until I had to mourn a loss of it I had not anticipated.

I sent the hard drive to a data recovery company with good reviews. It had nearly 2TB of data on it, and I tried very hard not to get my hopes up that they'd be able to retrieve most of my data. Despite this, I still was disappointed by what they sent back.

To be blunt: they did not retrieve most of my data. In fact, I'd say in total they only recovered about 40%, if I am being generous. They were unable to recover any of my in-development projects (A Cure for Athanasia, Super Manifest: Steward Cycle, The Tenth, The Sword of Hours, etc), and unfortunately BACKLASH didn't make it out unscathed either. Old art files that I one day wanted to make Prints off have been lost, as well as small doodles and secret sketches which never made it online.

While reviewing the files that they managed to recover, I also noticed that whole chunks of BACKLASH's working page files have been lost or corrupted. This isn't a huge setback for the comic itself since all of BACKLASH is online to read. But it is hard and heartbreaking for me, because despite everything I did one day want to make a printed edition of BACKLASH. I wanted to hold my comic in my hands.

That dream is not impossible, but it is now much further away. I can recreate my old pages with what I currently have, but it will be a lot of extra work, and there is no getting around that.

Losing this much of my history, artistic journey, relationships and formative time as an artist has been really hard on me, emotionally and mentally. I'm very sad. It's hard to draw right now for myself. Commission work comes easily, since I am given a prompt to draw for someone else, but creative ideas are not flowing for me at the moment. My hands are frozen and dejected.

I am now waiting to get back the files that the data recovery people managed to retrieve for me (probably by tomorrow, they said), and I am looking into other places in order to get a second opinion of sorts. At this point there really is no harm in trying, and maybe a different operation might have better luck. Who knows? It may be grasping at straws, but at this point things can't get any worse than this.

When I get my data back I'll be able to finish up BACKLASH chapter 7. I want to finish it off - there are not very many pages left, and miraculously the few remaining pages are among the ones that were recovered! So that's good. I will be finishing up the chapter, and afterward BACKLASH will be taking a bit of a break. I don't know how long the hiatus will last, and I won't be making any kind of estimate. It'll take as long as I need until I feel I can put one foot in front of the other again. Maybe I'll work on something else for a while, maybe I won't draw anything. Who knows! I don't, haha.

Eventually I'll be okay, and I'll get back on the horse. Even in the midst of all this turmoil I really just want to be making comics ;_;

Until then, I just need some time. It's the only cure for this kind of problem, I think. So, I thank you for your patience, and I thank you for the love you've shown me, my work, and my characters. I couldn't be where I am and I couldn't have made all the work I have without your support and love. Thank you, thank you, thank you!!

I'll see you when I get back! Much love and many kisses, xoxo 💖💖💖

(cross-posted from patreon)

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whiskeynwriting · 2 years

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So Sweet and Soft

Agent Daddy Whiskey x Female Reader

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Word Count: 5.4k

Warnings: 18+ (minors DNI) alcohol consumption, dirty talk, praise kink, daddy kink (I’m obsessed with it 24/7), grinding/dry humping, oral (m receiving), vaginal sex, aftercare, soft daddy (BABY), fluffies throughout

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A/N: co-written with @phnyx and entirely based off of this picture oh my god look how CUTE HE IS!!!!!

We also have a mini mention of “Happy Boy” from Daddycember in here and if you haven’t read that yet, oh lord, please do. I don’t want to come off cocky I’m just really proud of that piece lol

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“What? What is it, baby?” it’s a response to his quiet whine, a whine that ends with a happy grin. “My old man can’t handle his liquor anymore?”

“Hey!” he retorts, eyes shutting while he fake pouts.

Jesus, you think to yourself, shaking your head with a small chuckle. He’s really wasted this time.

“Hm,” you chuckle, running your fingers through his hair. “You’re so cute like this.”

Jack peaks one eye open. “Yeah?”

“Yeah.” You grin widely, nibbling on your corner of your lip before tilting your head to the side.

Both of Jack’s hands are situated on either side of your waist, squeezing lightly every time he laughs. And as soon as you got his drunk self to stumble into the bedroom, he sat down on the bed, happy to see you climb atop him shortly thereafter.

“I love this seat,” you continue on, giving him a little bounce atop his lap. “It’s like it was made for me.”

“I was made for you, baby.” He immediately returns, both hands sliding around to your back as he pulls you in for a passionate kiss. Drunk or sober, Jack was never an inept kisser.

The cutest thing about him by far, at least right now, was the fact that he was finally wearing the cardigan you’d gifted him months ago. Now, in case you’re new here or just simply do not know, Jack Daniels isn’t necessarily a cardigan-wearing man. It’s just not his style. But you saw one last winter that looked super cozy and had a dark brown shade that you thought matched his hair quite nicely. So, you got it for him. He told you in the politest way he could that he didn’t really have a reason to wear it; he just didn’t go anywhere where a cardigan would be appropriate, but today, he did.

“Oh, I know you were…” you hum against his lips, your fingertips tracing his jawline. “My happy boy.”

Lazily, Jack drops his head down, resting his forehead against your sternum. Within seconds, he’s rubbing his cheek over your soft skin, and then his mouth, with his tongue quickly joining the party, too. Before either of you know it, he’s pulling at the neckline of your shirt, desperately wanting you to drop it down enough to let your breasts fall out. And with a happy sigh, you let him, the space between your legs tingling when you hear his instant moan.

Today, the two of you had gone out to brunch. There was a new café that had opened up downtown, and you offered to try it. And with Jack’s almost overly extroverted nature, he obliged. Well, you were quick to find out just how strong their mimosas were, but Jack on the other hand… he had a good time. After one mimosa, you’d voiced how you were already feeling a little bit of a buzz – you never were a big drinker, anyways.

Jack tutted at you. “What’s ‘a matter? Can my baby girl not handle her liquor anymore?” he teased, giving you a kiss on the cheek.

He’d finished four mimosas by the time you ordered your second one. And then, he took it upon himself to try their selection of beer. After three pints, he was starting to feel it. Expectedly, you drove home. And all the way back, Jack decided to turn on old country love songs. You were in his Bronco, the top down and the summer breeze blowing by. You half expected to get a ticket due to Jack hanging his feet over the passenger side door, but that thought came and went.

“Sugar,” he suddenly slurred, slinking his feet back inside the car so he could turn to face you. “This one,” he’d said, fingers reaching for the stereo to turn the volume up even higher. “This one reminds me of you.”

Of course, he says that about most every love song that comes his way. But this one seems to ring true even more than all the others do.

“Lately I’ve been on the road more than I’ve been home… All this leavin’ her alone is killin’ me!” he shouts more than sings. “And holdin’ her, right now,” his hand quickly moving to cover yours on the center console. “Has got me thinkin’ more an’ more… This is right where, I need to be!”

“You’re goofy,” you giggle, side-eyeing him with a grin.

“You’re pretty, sugar.” He leans in, giving your cheek a sloppy kiss.

“Baby,” you suddenly gasp, head tilting down to gaze at him. “That feels good,”

“Yeah?” he nearly whines, eyes pinched closed as he suckles on your chest.

“Oh,” your head tosses itself back, both hands holding him against you, fingers once again carding through his wonderfully full locks.

Subconsciously, you begin moving over him, and he feels it, he always does. Both of those large hands zip right to your hips, guiding your once subtle motions to full-on rolls.

“Hey,” he chuckles, protesting in that thick southern drawl. “Thought you liked this on me?”

You roll your eyes at him, huffing out a dramatic breath, but your hands don’t let up. They’d fallen to his shoulders, quick to shuck off the cardigan you’d practically begged him to wear. Regardless, he obliges, letting you toss it onto the ottoman at the end of your bed.

“You know, it was growing on me.”

“Yeah? I’m sure it was.” You reply sarcastically. “Only took you six months to wear it.”

He laughs below you, a full belly laugh, too.

“Yeah, baby? That funny?” you tease with a bright smile, leaning down to nip at his neck. “Jesus, you’re so cute like this.”

He hiccups between giggles, the wide expanse of his palms now roaming the curves of your ass. When you rise from his neck, he’s still grinning, and you lean to the side to give his most prominent dimple a sweet kiss, and then the curve of his nose, and then finally, his lips.

“You seem so happy, baby.”

“What’s not to be happy about?” he replies, voice rich and deep. “Spent the morning with my girl, now I’ve got her on top of me. In fact, sugar, it looks like you’re about to go for a ride.”

Seemingly of their own accord, your eyes roll to the side. Now your full smile is showing, and it makes his eyes sparkle to see you like that.

“You want me to, daddy?”

“Oh…” he groans, eyes closing once he hears you say it. “I love it when you say that word.”

“Yeah? My happy, drunk, daddy?” you return, cocking your head to the side while you hold his face in your hands.

He gives you his best puppy dog eyes, those brown orbs seemingly growing in size. He pouts slightly, and nods.

“You want me to make you feel good? Want me to do somethin’ about the present you’ve got for me?”

“Baby,” he sighs desperately. “Yes, you know I do.”

Those words, the way he says them, the way he looks while he practically begs, makes you sigh with content. Your thumbs stroke his cheeks as you admire him, your eyes scanning all that you can see. Without his dark brown cardigan on, he’s left in his signature white tee-shirt, and dark-wash blue jeans. Plain and simple, something he likes and honestly, so do you. It looks clean, crisp, proper even. Like him.

“Hm…” delicately, your fingertips are already at the hem of his shirt, your beautiful smile distracting him in the process. “You wanna lay back for me?”

“Oh, fuck yes.” he sighs, and it surprises you. Jack cursed every now and then, especially during sex, but not usually so early on. It’s so exciting to see him like this, so soft and sweet while still unpredictable.

With eagerness shivering its way through his body, he shuffles down on the headboard, watching you move with him so he can lay entirely on his back. In the process of doing so, you easily slip off his shirt, letting it fall somewhere near the end of the bed. You can hear him whimper quietly further up on the bed, but you don’t even respond or look up – your attention is focused entirely elsewhere now.

Gracefully, slowly, softly, your fingertips run down the fading outlines of his stomach and ribs. You can see him shiver in your wake, can feel him quiver beneath your touch. For once, Jack had ditched his obnoxious belt buckle and went for a subtler one this time, matching the rest of his casual outfit. And it’s not that you didn’t love that belt buckle, you certainly did. It was cheesy and huge, but it was entirely Jack.

“Oh baby, please don’t tease.” He requests, leaning up to peer down at you.

Your fingers undo his slimmer and smaller belt, sliding it out from the loops as you finally glance up at him. While maintaining Jack’s eye contact, you pop open the button on his jeans and slide down the zipper, watching as his brows fold up in the center. By the time you crawled backward from his lap, sliding down as he moved, he’d been fully erect and throbbing. By undoing his button and zipper, you alleviated some of the pressure he was continuing to build between himself and the rough material of his jeans.

“Commando? Again?”

He just gives you a whimsical grin, shrugging as he says, “Sometimes it’s cozy.”

“And easy,” you say as you grasp him in hand, the motion soft but unexpected and making him gasp. Slowly, you tilt your head back down, running your thumb gently over his reddened head. “Easy to grab.”

“Oh, baby.” He sighs out in response, head returning to the pillow.

Blindly, he reaches out for you, wanting some type of touch on his hands. Your left reaches out, fingers intertwining with his right. Inside, your pulse beats a bit harder upon hearing his silly, happy hum, once your skin is on his. Both your hands rest on his upper thigh, Jack’s free hand gently pawing at the bedspread. His fingers trace imaginary lines, the pads of them running gently along the seams. And he relaxes, eyes drooping shut with a smile.

He feels so lucky; he’s lucky to have this. He’s lucky to have you.

In your hand, he gently throbs, pulsing softly as you begin to languidly stroke him. He shudders out a breath, his chest constricting before releasing the air. With your entire focus on him, on one of your favorite parts of him, you lean further in. He sighs out dramatically when he feels your tongue on the underside of his head, but he doesn’t look up.

“Hm…” you hum, open-mouthed.

Your tongue wiggles gently beneath him, licking up the precum while his cock continues to drool. When you flick your tongue over his tip, his hips shudder, moving of their own accord. And the beautiful sound of Jack’s moan hits the air when your velvety mouth engulfs the head of him fully.

“S – sugar,” he chokes out, swallowing thickly. You continue to move over him, slowly sliding down. When you suck, he releases a breathy laugh. “You’re gonna give me a heart attack.”

“Yeah?” you ask once you’ve released him. “Why’s that?”

“You do it so well.” he nearly whines, eyes pinching shut with more force than before.

He can feel the soft, slow fall of your spit, gliding over his sensitive skin. And you do it again, the action aiding in the smooth slide of your palm, still wrapped around him.

“That’s because I love to do it.” comes your whisper of a response, your mouth immediately moving to engulf him fully after the last word.

“Y – Yes,” Jack suddenly chokes out, feeling himself hit the back of your throat. You allow your saliva to pool out around him, creating a pace with the help of your hand. “Just like that, baby doll. Just like that…”

The hand you were using to stroke him beneath your mouth finds a new home beneath his shaft, cupping and then fondling the delicate skin of his scrotum. Ever so lightly he thrusts up into your mouth, his hand holding on tightly to yours. His other hand quickly leaves the bedspread, moving to hold the side of your head as you bob up and down on him. Without skipping a beat, it slides down, lightly holding the underside of your neck while his thumb sweeps across.

“Ngh, babycakes,” he stutters out, shaking his head as he releases a huff of air. “I can feel it, feel myself inside. Fuck, honey, daddy’s cock always feels so good when it’s inside your throat.”

Going down on Jack never ceased to excite you. Having him in your mouth was one of the most arousing things you could imagine – even considering everything the two of you have done. Pleasuring him was something that gave you such an incredible sensation of satisfaction, of joy. It made you happy to see him in a place of such content, such elation. And he always filled you past your limit, no matter where he was. Regardless, you loved every second of it.

“Oh, that’s it, baby.” he groans, feeling your talented fingers as they continue to fondle him. He shoves his head back into the pillows, releasing a harsh grunt. “Play with me honey, yeah… play with me…”

His word’s make you whine around him, your tongue moving incessantly along the underside of his shaft while you continue to go down on him. The small whimpers that turned into passionate moans, the grunts that accompany his shallow thrusts, every sound that comes from his mouth sets your body alight. Your hips and thighs and the beautiful space between them tingle and throb with anticipation, suddenly experiencing the urge to feel him elsewhere.

“Daddy,” comes your pleading whine when you finally remove yourself from him. “I want you inside me.”

Now, he lifts his head, lips forming an almost cocky smirk.

“Daddy’s been inside you, baby.”

“Somewhere else,” you pout, giving him your best puppy eyes.

“Yeah?” He breathes out, continuing to stare down at you with that handsome smile. You nod. “You just always want your daddy, don’t you?”

“Yes.” you squeak out, rising to your knees.

Before Jack can make a move, you crawl over him on your hands and knees, lifting your shirt over your head and tossing it to the end of the bed. With your bra and pants still on, you situate him perfectly between your thighs, and move.

“Oh…” comes that guttural groan, both of Jack’s strong hands cementing to either side of your hips.

He hurries your motions, thrusting lazily up against you. Those deep, chocolate eyes focus on your center, his lips parted as he breathes heavily beneath you. But then, he looks up at you.

“Oh, angel,” he says, almost dramatically, one of those strong hands coming up to cup your face. “You’re so beautiful; c’mere, come give daddy a kiss.”

Jack’s words fill your heart with joy, almost a sense of pride blooming inside as well. With a smile, you lean down to him, continuing to move your hips in sync with his. Both of your hands slide up to either side of his face, your lips meeting with grace. His head lolls slightly, moving with you as you lead the kiss.

“Baby, please, please take your clothes off. Daddy wants to see your sexy little body, wants to be inside his baby girl.”

“Hm… daddy, I thought you already were inside of me?”

While you had been murmuring against the other’s lips, your smart comment ends the kiss fully. He does smile though, loving your light sass.

“You’re cute, honey.” He grins with a light chuckle, and you smile. “But just because I’m drunk, doesn’t mean I’m not still your daddy.” And then he gives you a single nod, softly commanding, “Get naked for me.”

A bright, almost bashful smile forms on your face from his words. You bite the corner of your lip as you climb off of him, watching his own smile grow. He loves it when you listen, when you’re good for him.

Lazily, he turns his head to the side to watch you. You first slide off your pants, along with your panties in one go. When you look up to see him staring, you smile, rising up to your full height slowly. His gaze drops to your chest when your hands fold behind you to undo your bra, eyes glued to your form as your last piece of clothing drops to the floor.

“Such an angel for me, baby.” He praises, eyes full of love and adoration.

His words make you feel hot inside, that previously bashful smile returning to your face. You only take one step toward him before he’s reaching out for you and guiding your pretty frame onto his lap once again.

“Can I take this off, daddy?” you ask sweetly, toying with the hem of his shirt.

His brows fold up in the center, his insides melting at your tone of voice. “Yeah, baby.” He nods repeatedly, lifting up slightly for you.

Easily, you slip it from his torso, quickly shimmying down to rid him of his pants, too. He just barely lifts his hips up for you, giggling when the fuzziness in his limbs turns his muscles to jelly. When he’s finally undressed, he lifts his head to look at you.

“Oh…” he sighs out, shaking his head side to side a few times. “Sugar peach, are you takin’ care of your daddy?”

“Of course, I am.” You reply, crawling up over Jack’s body. “I wanna make sure you feel good, handsome.”

At this nickname, he chuckles.

“I feel good just from you lookin’ at me.”

One of your hands lifts to his cheek, thumb stroking it softly. His eyes close as he turns his head to the side, kissing the center of your palm. And then, you move yourself, lowering your exposed sex directly over his. He gasps into your palm upon feeling the sensation, your slickness easy to detect. But still, he doesn’t open his eyes, his brows furrowing deeply when you grind down onto him.

“Mm-hm,” he hums, nodding in approval of your act.

You’d retracted your hand, the palm he’d kissed now landing on his shaft. Ever so slightly, you lift yourself up, wrapping your fingers around him while tilting him upward. This is when his eyes open, head falling back onto the pillows. He stares up at you in awe, his lips parted and a look of fascination in his eyes. A small moan slips through your own open mouth when you begin to sink down, feeling him breach your entrance.

“Oh,” it’s a passionate moan, one forced out from within you as you sink down much quicker than intended.

Jack’s hands fly to your hips, jaw dropping fully and groaning when you bottom him out. And once he’s entirely seated inside, you steady yourself by placing your palms on his chest. As if he can’t help himself, Jack’s right hand slides around your hip, gripping the flesh of your ass tightly in his hand.

“Baby, c’mon,” he suddenly begs, urging you forward. “C’mon, sugar.”

“Yeah?”

“Yeah, I want it.”

“You really like when I ride you, don’t you, baby?” you ask with a grin, moving forward with his hands.

“Sweetheart, you look like a fuckin’ goddess when you ride me.”

With that, you huff out a laugh, your walls fluttering around him and making him moan. You watch the expressions Jack makes with intent as you lift yourself up, only to slowly sink back down. Like this, you start a slow pace, feeling his fingertips dig into the skin around your hips. Those warm hands roam your body slightly, Jack’s eyes rolling back into his head with a deep groan.

It's funny, you think, because you can tell he wants to do more. Jack’s trying with all his might to guide you back and forth but can barely gather himself enough to thrust. And when he tries to, you just smile and keep him down, leaning forward and pressing your body weight onto his chest. And while you loved when he was like this, so goofy and happy and giggly beneath you, it was also incredibly hard. The firm, thick drag of his length repeatedly diving inside you made your legs shake, made your lungs beg for air. Usually, because Jack so easily took charge, you were able to succumb to these feelings. But right now, you’re the one in charge. You’re the one making him shake and quiver and feel breathless while you wreck him beneath you.

“Oh, baby doll,” he hastily breathes out. “You feel so wet, honey.”

“I am, daddy,” you return with a whimper. “Don’t you know what you do to me, baby? How fucking handsome you are? How often I want you to take me?”

You then hear Jack’s quiet cry, and it makes you moan. Your insides flutter and pulse around him, your hips picking up the slow pace they’d originally created.

“You looked so goddamn cute today, always get so sweet and soft when you’re drunk.” You ramble out, tossing your head back as you continue to ride him. “My sweet daddy, taking me out to brunch and then letting me ride him.”

“J – Jesus, fuck,” he spits out below you, thrusting his head backward into the pillows.

“Yeah, daddy?” you giggle, tilting your head to the side while glancing down at him. “Does that feel good? Do I feel good wrapped around you?”

Whiskey’s eyes nearly go cross before they close all the way, jaw hanging open as he sighs out. He’s whimpering and almost whining, feeling your walls contract around him while your hips slap down against his. His hold on you has loosened, though you can tell he’s trying to keep it tight. He almost can’t think straight, every coherent thought in his head leaving with ease as they’re all instantly replaced by you. Your voice, your words, your body and the sensations you bring.

“Do you like it when I do this to you, baby?” you ask him, mirroring some of his own words from your many previous acts. “When I overwhelmed your beautiful body?”

“Mm,” is all he can muster, his forehead crinkling while his eyes stay cemented shut. “Oh…”

“Just relax, baby, just relax and let me take care of you.” you coo to him, watching Jack’s face contort with pleasure.

You can feel the muscles in his chest constrict under your palms, his stomach tensing as he tries his best to keep his high at bay. You’re fucking him almost frantically at this point, your own breaths becoming hurried and uneven. Every time your hips meet, his tip finds that electrifying spot deep inside your cunt, deep inside your very center that he seeks out every time your bodies collide. Your one hand keeps you steady on his chest, your nails digging in and making him whine. Your other rises to his face, gently stroking his cheek and jawline. And as if he can’t take much more, Jack’s eyes shoot open, immediately glancing down at where the two of you repeatedly meet.

“Baby, you can’t keep movin’ like that.” He huffs out with a shake of his head, gulping as the thickness of his fingers finally reclaim their grasp on your hips. “Your little pussy is squeezin’ around me so –” he sucks in a shaky breath, the release of it no steadier. “So hard.”

“Daddy, I can’t help it. You make me feel so… so fucking good…”

You haven’t let up, not in the least, your movements igniting your insides to the point where you’re practically leaking onto his lap. The intimate liquids your combined actions bring soak the hairs at his base, even the ones leading up his happy trail. He’s glistening with you, and he wouldn’t want it any other way.

“You’re gonna make me cum like that, ridin’ me like that.” he sounds captivated, fucking mesmerized by the way you move and make him feel. The muscles in his forearms flex, his hips thrusting as much as they can against you.

“You don’t want to cum?” you ask him sweetly, leaning in closer to speak to him. “You don’t want to cum inside me, daddy? Empty every last drop inside my pussy? It wants it, daddy; I want it.”

“Yeah?” he asks, his voice breaking slightly. You smile at him, looking deep into those big, innocent, puppy-dog eyes.

“Yeah,”

“Oh, you’re so good at this, sugar.” He tells you lovingly, chest panting out desperate breaths. “So good at riding me.”

“I have a cowboy for a reason, right?” you tease, making your tipsy man laugh.

You’ll never be able to get over this, the blessing life has gifted you with. The wonderfully handsome man beneath you has brough you everything you could have ever wanted and more, and to treat him like this? To lay him out and bring him bliss? To make him moan and whine while you take control? To make him drool just from the feeling of you? It’s one of the most fulfilling feelings in the entire world.

“Daddy, you feel so good inside me.”

“Honey, are you gonna cum?” he then asks, feeling selfish for not having prioritized it this entire time. “Daddy wants you to feel good, too.”

“Daddy,” you whimper, dropping down to kiss him.

Your body doesn’t stop its movements, now grinding fervently against him. The new position allows him to move much more than before, your body weight no longer holding his hips and chest down. Usually, he’d be able to overpower you, but not when he’s feeling like this.

Once your mouth is on his, Jack doesn’t waste any time. The liquor on his breath fans into your mouth as he parts your lips with his own, those broad, strong hands now leading your motions much better than before. Jack’s tongue dives inside, rubbing against your own and tasting of the tart liquor currently making him so sweet. Your left hand slides up to hold his jaw as you lick inside his mouth, feeling the vibrations of his moans and the twitch of his cock when you slide your tongue across his own.

“Daddy,” you repeat, moving to suck your mark on his neck. “I – fuck,”

“What, honey? What is it?” he asks, turning his head to the side. “Tell daddy, please tell me. Are you gonna cum for me, baby?”

“Yes, daddy.” You whimper into his neck, your teeth digging in shortly thereafter.

“Sugar, don’t, don’t leave a mark.” He begs you, his feet sliding against the bedsheets as he tries to get some sort of grip so he can fuck himself up into you.

“I’ll cover it with makeup.” You easily reply, brushing him off. And he can’t protest to that. Although, you bet you’d keen seeing him dressed up in his suit while showing off your hickey. It’s rare that he lets you mark him in a visible area, and it excites you beyond reason.

Almost unable to help yourself, you move down to his shoulder and collar bone, sucking on his skin and biting into the muscle he’s worked so hard to build. And that thought alone drives your arousal to new heights, thinking about the man he is and how hard he works, both physically and mentally.

“I love you, baby.” You suddenly sigh out, kissing down his chest while he moves your hips. “I love you.”

“Babycakes,” Jack groans, feeling your teeth nip at the skin of his chest. “Fuck.”

You can feel the stutter in his hips, the slap of his pelvis on yours becoming shallow and harsh. The feeling of your lips on his skin, your passionate, adoring kisses all over his chest, it’s what finally sends him over the edge.

It comes as a slight surprise to you, how quick it hits him. Something between a groan and a huff is forced out of Jack’s lungs, his body straining as his hips buck up against your own. And when you feel him begin to spill inside you, you dig your teeth into his skin, making him cry out for you that much louder. His grip becomes harsh, blunt fingernails digging into your skin. The chorded muscles in his neck flex and tense as his head is once again thrown back. While grinding your hips down onto him, you lean in, licking a long stripe up Jack’s throat, and he quivers underneath your touch.

“Huh-ugh,”

“Shh…” you whisper to him, kissing the shell of his ear.

Both of your grinds have come to gentle sways, the force of his high now beginning to come down. You bring your hands to either side of his face, peppering him with gentle kisses fueled entirely by your adoration and love. And instead of dragging fingernails and bruising grips, his hands begin to relax, as well. Jack loops both arms around your back, bringing you down to his chest. He leans up a bit, allowing you to hook your arms beneath his head, fully leaning into his affectionate hug. He hums below you, the reverberation a pleasant buzz across your bare chest as it rests atop his. Happily, you duck your head down to his neck, giving him another firm kiss before nuzzling into him.

“Baby, you –” he swallows, still trying to catch his breath. “You make me feel so good, honey.”

“I love this,” you grin, almost giggling with joy. “I love the life we live.”

“I love you, honey. Love you with everything in me, everything I got.”

Jack’s words make your heart squeeze inside, releasing a contended breath as you each hold onto one another. After a moment of peaceful silence, you lift yourself off of him, standing and making your way to the bathroom. You clean yourself up while he lays in bed, head spinning slightly from the amount of ecstasy he’s received.

“Baby,” he says with a chuckle, “You don’t have to do that.”

“Why?” you ask, coming back to run a damp cloth over his lower belly. “You do it for me.”

He smirks, repeating his words from not all too long ago. “You takin’ care ‘a me?”

“Of course I am,” you respond similarly, placing a quick peck on his lips when you’re finished.

You’re sure the rest of your day will be filled with comfort and grace, just how Sundays should be. Maybe you’ll order in, snuggle up and watch a movie. But for now, you return to his side, snuggling into him while pulling the covers over the both of you. It’s past noon, but what harm could a nap do?

“Babycakes,” he pouts, feeling you cuddle into his side. “You didn’t cum this time.”

“That’s okay, daddy.” You hum in response, leaning up to look at him. He looks genuinely sad, almost disappointed in himself, and still definitely buzzed. “I don’t need to cum every time. Besides, this time was about you.”

“How come?”

You shrug, smiling down at your love.

“I wanted to make you feel good, just like you do for me.”

“Sweetheart, you always make me feel good.”

You continue to smile at him, knowing that he won’t let up. You know he’s truly upset about this.

“C’mon baby,” you whisper gently to him, sliding back down to his side. “Just rest with me.”

“Fine,” he grumpily agrees, still wrapping his arm around you tight. Before he gets fully situated, though, he pulls you in to place a full kiss on your temple. “But when we wake up, you can guarantee we’re gonna play.”

Thank you for reading <3

#oh baby #I love you with all of my heart #and soul #my absolute love #Daddy Whiskey #Agent Daddy Whiskey #Agent Whiskey #Agent Whiskey smut #Pedro Pascal #Pedro Pascal fanfiction

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angel-of-the-moons · 7 months

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Blood Moon

Marc Spector/Moon Knight (Spider-Man: Vengeance of Venom) x Fem!Reader

TW/CW: Injuries, Mentions of surgery, life-threatening injuries, jealousy(?), arguing, Marc is once again back on his dramatic Angsty™ bullshit, some of Reader's past comes to light

MINORS DNI I AM NOT RESPONSIBLE FOR CONTENT YOU CONSUME

A/N: Yeah I'm gonna try to finish this series before Halloween is over because vampires fall into spooky season purview. Also I haven't actually fully watched all of this specific Spider-Man cartoon's episodes so I'm making shit up as I go along. I really only watched the episodes with Moon Knight lol

Taglist: @badbishsblog

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Pt. 2

Marc's mind was immediately consumed the moment the words left Peter's mouth.

You were hurt. You almost died. If it hadn't been for Princess Shuri just happening to be visiting Avengers Tower, and used some of the Wakandan tech she had?

You'd be paralyzed. At least partially. You would have needed intense physical therapy.

Because apparently when you were partnered with Spider-Man and Ironheart for a mission, the Green Goblin's glider was hit by one of her repulsors.

It sent the glider careening out of control, Gobby having bailed at the last second, leaving the glider to crash into you and crush you against a brick wall.

You had several spine fractures, crushed ribs, dislocated arm, broken collarbones, hell, they were apparently worried you almost needed a lung transplant before they realized your lungs could actually be saved.

You had to have a kidney removed. Apparently Thor himself offered one of his up to you, saying:

"She is an honorable young soul. She deserves to be in one whole piece!"

You had apparently declined once you were out of anesthesia.

Marc began vaguely wondering if he himself wasn't a match. Maybe he...

When he approached the wing you were in, he was stopped by a woman in a labcoat, her tag reading "M. Ross."

"I am the primary doctor here. Director Fury insisted on a sign in sheet for visitors to her room. He also has limited the number of visitors to one person at a time, to ease her." She told him without looking up from her tablet.

"Name, please?"

"Marc Spector." He replied.

"Is that with a "C" or a "K" at the end?" She mused, tapping away.

"C."

"Ah, okay, here..." She frowned, her brow creasing as she looked up at him from under her glasses.

"Your name has been blacklisted. I'm sorry but you cannot visit her."

"What?? Why the hell not?" Marc demanded, already feeling his blood pressure rise.

"Director Fury's orders. You'll have to take it up with him."

"Can't I just poke my head in?"

"No. Whatever you did to get blacklisted, it's probably regarding her. I won't have you emotionally or possibly physically antagonizing my patient. Please, go speak with the Director." She said matter-of-factly.

"Damn it! Fine." He grunted, turning on his heel and marching through the Tower.

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It was storming outside, the sight of lightning flashing and rain pelting the glass windows of Fury's office providing the perfect background for the tense shoulders and rigid posture of the annoyed man as he stood with his back to Marc, who was seated in one of the chairs on the opposite side of his desk, the laminated surface reflecting each flash of lightning.

Marc instantly felt like a schoolboy about to get scolded by his angry principal. Very few things intimidated Marc.

Director Fury was one of those things.

And Marc had the sense that Fury was very, very, vehemently pissed at him right now.

"This wouldn't have happened had you been there to cover for her." Fury said, without turning to look at him.

Marc just knew the man had a deep scowl wrinkling his brow.

"Director--"

"She volunteered, Marc."

Marc blinked, and reeled his head back. "Sir?"

"Nobody else wanted to be your partner, Marc. Nobody else wanted to deal with you." Fury turned around and fixed him with a steely gaze his one good eye glaring at him with intensity.

"Black Owl agreed to work with you, she volunteered."

"I don't... understand."

"The partnership program. The initiative. None of the other younger heroes wanted to work with you because you're too intense, because your head is shoved so far up your ass you can only hear your own thoughts--"

He pinched the bridge of his nose and hissed out a sigh.

"I know you lost your daughter. I know losing her almost killed you, and set you back to boot camp reset mode. But Black Owl isn't a fucking Marine, Marc. Neither are you. Not anymore."

Marc shook his head. "Sir, I fail to see how this has anything to--"

"You think you're the only one who lost loved ones, Marc? She lost her family. All of them." Fury said coldly.

Marc felt a stone drop deep in his gut at this revelation.

"I... I didn't know about--"

"Because you didn't read her file. You accepted the partnership, and just assumed she'd fall in line like you would."

Marc felt himself shrink inside, his self-awareness creeping up as he realized that no... he never read your file. All he really knew about you was that you were some reckless, immature... kid.

Which wasn't entirely true, it's just that you had an overly exuberant personality that grated his nerves. Your... liveliness.

Maybe he... he envied you. Maybe he wished he could still feel that much... joy? When he couldn't?

For a long time, his only source of joy was his daughter. And with her gone it left some kind of... void, inside of him. A vast pit of just numbness and duty to take the place of his love and joy.

"She lost her family." Fury continues.

"Her powers manifested when she was young. Something happened. Something bad. She was the only one who was pulled from the wreckage alive."

If it was possible, Marc felt worse, now. But the worst hadn't been said yet...

Fury leaned over, pressing the palms of his hands flat on his desk.

"She killed them. Inadvertently mind you... but it happened. She was six."

Ice crept into his veins, freezing the blood into a red slush as it crawled through his body. He felt dizzy, almost sick at hearing this.

He really...

...really...

Should have read your file.

"I..."

"You can't see her yet." Fury told him, turning to look out the window once more, as thunder mutely boomed in the angry clouds.

"But--"

"I have some assignments for you. Nothing you can't handle on your own. Give her a few days to recover. She's in no condition for a shouting match that I know you two will get into when she lays eyes on you."

"I..." Marc's posture slumped, feeling guilty. "... you're... right."

"I know I'm right. I don't want to see your face for a few days, Spector. Come back when you're finished on the missions I have for you." Fury grunted.

"I... yes sir." Marc said, standing up, before turning to leave Fury's office.

All he could really do was wait. And read.

After all, hurting you was never really his intention.

But he also made a mental note to add a target to his list.

Somebody needed to pay for this.

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Pt. 3: Link

#moon knight #marc spector x you #marc spector x reader #marc spector #my writing

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that-one-weeb-buts-its-the-main · 10 months

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Ek! I've been obsessed with epic lately and your Ronin fic! It's saddens me to see that the movie isn't as popular as I thought it'd be. But your fanfic made me so happy!!! You don't mind if I request a Finn (Ronin second in command) x reader right??? Idek why but I'm in love with him lol- luv Ur works btw

Mr.Loverman | Finn

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Reader: female

Warnings: language, arguing

Notes: being in love with Finn is valid, also this is extremely corny, and will probably make a part two who knows at this point with me, also sorry this took so long i've been working crazy hrs.

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The sun was rising; and Y/n was running, bag slung around her shoulder she ran as fast as her feet would carry her. She made it to the Black-Smithin Wood working shop.

"I'm here!" She shouted, her feet stopping but she didn't as she went sliding across the ground, almost tripping.

It was quiet as she fixed herself: "Only a minute to spare," the old man called, pocket watch in hand.

Y/n sighed in relief as she was quick to make her way to the back: tossing her bag on an empty chair before grabbing her apron.

"Come on, let's get to work now." He spoke Y/n, nodding, tying her apron around her as she made her way over.

Work was unusually busy that day, perhaps the worlds punishment for being on time by the skin of her teeth. It was: smelt that, smelt this. I need this repaired. Oh, this too, please. Could you carve into the handle for me? My sickle broke dear help me out? I want this made into a ring for my wife, can you do that? I broke my tables leg, help me please? She did it all, too, more jobs put more food on the table, and gave her extra coins to spend. Yet by lunch, she was worn out: groaning with her head in the wood carving table. A wooden doll sat in front of her: it waiting to be painted and decorated.

"Take a break kid." The old man spoke.

Y/n looked at the doll: "I'll finish this first."

Getting herself up she walked towards the shelves of paint.

"Excuse me!" A man's voice called.

"I'll be right with you sir!" Y/n called back.

"I've got it kid!" The old man called back, setting down his own work to go and take the order.

Y/n grabbed the small bowls of paint needed; she was quick to rush over to her workstation; balancing two much for comfort on her arms. With luck and no spills, she set the doll down on her workstation along with the paint. Going back for paint brushes.

"Please sir I'm begging you." The man spoke; "I just need a repair that's all."

The plead caught Y/n's ears, yet she stayed out of it; she knew some things just weren't possible, and it wasn't often but a necessity to turn some people down.

"Look I'm sorry son but there ain't much I can do for you."

"Nothing?"

Y/n frowned, but kept quiet, starting the painting of the doll, it was meant to be of yellow skin, with a white daisy flower hat turned upside down, with a little white daisy coat. She heard her boss hum; the last hope many had.

"Please Sir It's been my family for years, It was my mothers."

She set the paint brush down discarding her work, and stood up, making her way over.

"I'm really sorry but It's just-"

"Excuse me." Y/n cut in.

Her boss turned her way and so did the man; he dressed in Leaf man armor; a fresh cut across the face, battered and bruised. Other Leaf men lounged behind him; exhausted and urging the man to just get another one as they wanted to go home and rest.

"May I take a look at it?" Y/n asked.

"Kid, it ain't gonna happen." The old man tried to persuade.

"Well. Let me take a look." Y/n answered the old man backing up to return to work.

Y/n took the old mans spot at the counter, "Hi." Y/n greeted.

The man stood frozen; "hello?" y/n asked with a smile.

"Hello- sorry-" He spoke.

Y/n smile grew; "May I look at your situation?"

"Uh, of course, yes." He spoke.

Y/n was in shock as the sword was laid in front of her; in pieces. Both hilt and blade broken; cracked, spilt- a disaster. A plain disaster.

"By Mother nature..." Y/n mumbled, she looking up at the Leaf man; "I would recommend you a new one; but...it's...fixable...sure. If you don't mind me adding a bit of metal to it and... such... I can keep as much of it original as I can. It'll look brand new I promise, and take a spare for about a week?"

"Really!?" He asked excitedly.

Y/n nodded; "Yeah, if you don't mind the wait that is."

"I don't no as long as it can be fixed." He was quick to answer, Y/n chuckling at his enthusiasm.

"Then it seems like we have a deal." Y/n answered, ducking behind the desk to find a tag she filled out, "Can I get a name?"

"Finn." He told, Y/n nodding.

"Well, Finn." Y/n started; "I'm Y/n, and I'll be the one working on your smithing and woodwork here."

"how much?" Was his next question.

Y/n rocked her head back and forth in thought; it was a hefty job; a week worth of long nights and missed dinners; "uh..." She looked up at him, the cut on his face starting to bleed again.

"Let's say...clean that cut up and I'll call it even?" Y/n asked.

Finn reached for his face, the blood seeping through his gloves, he quick to apologize for it.

"I'll see you here in a week then Finn?" Y/n asked.

"Thank you." He responded, still holding his face; "Really, thank you."

"No problem." Y/n answered, "Now go clean your face; there's not a cute girl to come and save you from fainting of blood loss."

Finn chuckled as she watched her grab the pieces and make her way back to her work.

"Come on Finn!"

"I'm coming!"

Y/n set the pieces down on another table; rearranging them to fit how they should have and sighed, "You're stupid for taking that." Her boss told her.

"I know..." Y/n groaned, hands coming up to rub her face.

"Especially without payment."

"I know!" Y/n whined, groaning louder as she took a seat; "I felt so bad."

"Good thing you're not running the place."

She sighed as she let her chin rest in her hands as she looked at the weapon. When a slip of paper caught the corner of her eye.

"Aw shit..." she grumbled, "I forgot to give him his pick-up ticket."

"He's a leaf man. It can't be hard to find him." Her boss told her: "They have barracks you know."

Y/n sighed as she set the slip down and walked to go finish her other work, she sat herself back down to paint, the woman who ordered it for her child would be here soon enough. She worked diligently till it was finished and set it out to dry in the sun out back before returning to other work, and when the woman came up to pick up the doll, Y/n held it out with two hands for the woman to inspect.

"Woah! It looks just like big sissy!" The little boy cheered.

"It's for you, I know how much you miss her while she's gone on her adventures." His mother smiled.

"Really!?" He cheered, the mother nodding as Y/n leaned down to hand it to the boy.

"She's brand new," Y/n told.

He cheered as he took it with excitement and gave it a big hug, Y/n couldn't help but smile, "Thank you so much dear."

Y/n nodded; "it's no problem really- just don't tell him she's magic." Y/n started.

It pipped the little boys interest; "really!? She's Magic!?"

Y/n looked around to make sure no one heard her; "Don't tell anybody; but I heard every toy that comes out of here? It's magic, I heard it's in the wood. They help the gardens grow; the queens little helpers ya know?"

"really!?" He asked looking up at her.

"Oh yeah," Y/n answered, "See that old man back there?"

The boy looked over the counter; "With the beard?"

Y/n nodded; "He's the only one who knows how to get the wood, they say he's as old as the forest itself. he'll be here before us, and he'll be here after us. You can't tell anyone though alright?"

The boy nodded; "Now, go show your new little garden helper around." Y/n smiled.

With a final nod from the boy he looked up at his mom; "Thank you again Miss." She spoke handing Y/n the payment.

"No problem Ma'am." Y/n smiled, quick to put it in the bowl hidden behind the counter; "Come again."

"I always do."

Y/n chuckled watching the boy run off with his mom close in tail, he excitedly showing her the doll. Y/n turned around to get back to work; "Lets call it a day." The man spoke.

"It's early?"

"The sun will be setting soon."

Y/n shrugged; "I'll stay and finish what I need to."

"You mean finish tomorrows orders and start on the sword."

"...maybe."

He sighed; "you can't work all the time."

"I can sure try?" Y/n answered, causing him to shake his head in disbelief.

"I want this shop closed at dark and you at least on your way home." He ordered; "And bring that Leaf man his slip before you start on anything."

"Okay."

Y/n watched him leave; he complained about his back pain on the way out. She redirected her attention to across the room and at the sword. The best option was to get that ticket to the Leaf man and quick. Grabbing her bag and pulling off her apron she set it on it's hook, and slipped the ticket into her bag before leaving the shop, putting a "be back" sign up instead of the closed sign.

It took her asking around a bit from the usual patrolling soldiers, she unsure of which way she was actually meant to go. With her luck, one was able to give her the directions, and with a quick thank you Y/n made her way to the barracks with ease. Before she even entered the general area she was stopped.

"No civilians ma'am." The woman spoke.

"you idiot!" The second woman punched her shoulder; "Thats the blacksmith and wood worker's worker."

"Sorry-"

Y/n laughed; "no problem really, could you point me in the direction of Finn please?"

"He's with the Commanding Officer and the Queen." The first woman told, "Debriefing."

Y/n nodded; "is there somewhere I can wait?"

"There's a bench right outside the room, I'll take you." The second spoke, starting to walk away.

Y/n followed closely behind, she lead through the busy barracks and into the halls of the castle; past the armory, she tempted to take a quick peak despite passing the open doors. They turned down a second hall and down the long hall somewhere in the middle of it there was a large set of double doors, and benches on both sides of the door.

"You can wait here." She spoke.

"Thanks." Y/n told, taking a seat and watching the solider leave.

Her hands sat in her lap; she wondered how long it would take. Maybe a few minutes? Maybe just another hour? Maybe it would end now? Her anxiety grew with every moment; she taking to rubbing an open palm in her lap- she had work to do, she couldn't sit here forever. Yet she waited; a few minutes past by, then ten, then twenty. Closing into the thirty-minute mark the sun was starting to fall. Looking down the hall and back up it no one was coming. With a sigh she stood up, her legs hurting from not moving so much; and she paced the doors length for a few minutes. Should she leave? No she only waited thirty minutes; maybe at the hour mark she should consider leaving? After all Y/n was doing Finn a favor by fixing the sword in the first place- and with no payment. Maybe she should just come back with the sword when it's done? Another thirty minutes passed as she paced; her mind full of questions; how did it even get so messed up in the first place? Would she make the bar opening? She'd get killed for being late, after all she lived above the place. The sun was setting fast today too; she'd have to make it back to the shop to close it up. Taking a seat, she sighed; how stupid was she? Take a whole job without payment? For what? A cute solider boy? Hadn't she learned from last time?

The door opened; catching her off guard as she was quick to get back up to stand to attention. Hands folded in front of her as she stood quiet.

"Hello." The queen spoke.

Y/n bowed her head; "My Queen."

Tara smiled; "Please, it's late, and I wish to be anything but a Queen right now."

Y/n raised her head up; "Have you been waiting all this time?" Tara asked.

Y/n nodded; "Yes Queen Tara."

"I may be tired, but I'm never too tired to help any of my people, what can I do for you?" Tara asked.

"I'm looking for a solider named Finn; I was told he was in your debriefing." Y/n answered.

Tara moved to the side, Finn standing there; "Ms. Y/n, I wasn't expecting you."

Y/n smiled small; it forced and tired; she felt awkward now; with Tara and Ronin standing there, "I'm sorry to say I haven't started on your order." Y/n started, reaching in her bag to find the ticket.

"But you forgot this, and you'll need it to pick up the order,"

Y/n held out a ticket to him; "Oh...thank you, seems like you really look out for your customers."

"Our customers are more than customers to us; old friends, lovers, sisters and brother." Y/n responded looking back at the queen; "That is it, thank you for your time both of you."

"Ronin here will show you the way out," Tara suggested; "The castle is quite easy to get lost in, it is getting late; I can have one of the Leaf Men escort you."

"I can show her the way, if you wish Queen Tara." Finn stepped up; "I made her wait all this time; it is only fair."

The Queen looked at Y/n who nodded shortly; "I don't see why not."

With a nod of approval, Finn showed Y/n the way. Y/n only glanced behind her momentarily to Ronin, Tara spotted it, no doubt. She took a quick glance at Ronin, who sighed just the slightest, and it was barely noticeable to others. Turning back around to face forward, Y/n continued on. The walk back was quiet mostly. Y/n comfortable with it; Finn not so much.

It wasn't often he was starstruck with anxiety with someone. Especially a woman. It wasn't the first time he had seen her, as a leaf man, that is. Ronin had talked about a Smiths and Woodworks during a dinner, talking about how he wouldn't go anywhere else but there; the old man a wizard with metal and wood, and the woman that worked with him; the one he had been teaching at the time was a Witch with her own work. It was a popular place, somewhere people and patrolling guards passed by often. That's when he saw her, at the ends of her work, loading a cart with a wooden bassinet for a new family. They praised her and thanked her with hugs. it was a pretty thing; its naturally dark wood covered in carvings of leaves and flowers. It was quite an impressive sight. They pulled away to leave; leaving Y/n behind, she waves them off with a bright smile; it rivaled the sun with its warmth; and defeated the forest in its beauty. She was covered in dried paint; soot painted across her cheek from the working, and wood shavings decorated her from head to toe. She had caught him staring that day, she turning to look his way and bid him a good afternoon, her eyes were blue and she had a significantly large strand of ash white hair. She was an oddball out; too loud to blend in with the crowd, ask him a day ago and he'd of said love at first sight is iffy; everyone hopes for it, it's a rare occurrence, ask him that day and he would of told you it's true, and it thrives just off the smallest glace.

"Well here we are." Y/n spoke, the doors to leave the castle and the barracks still guarded by the two women, "I'll see you then-."

"Wait!" he shouted.

"I haven't moved yet," She teased..

"I." He started; "Thank you.."

Y/n nodded; "It's no problem really. You're a customer."

"I'm barely that you're not letting me pay you." Finn answered.

"Call it my good deed for the day." Y/n shot back with a smile.

"Please, let me repay you." Finn told, "Let me get you to anywhere you need to go."

"That's not necessary; you're quite busy here-"

"No! I- most are turning in for the night...I'm not on nightguard, not if Ronin can keep me off it." Finn chuckled; "Perks of being second in command I suppose?"

Finn's heart sank suddenly; watching her face completely drop; she looked...devastated at the mention of Second in Command to Ronin.

"I have to go." Y/n told she starting to walk away.

"Please Ms. Y/n." He spoke grabbing her hand; it was a soft grab; a tug at anyone's heart who was on either end of the hold; "I just want you to be safe wherever you are going to."

Y/n kept her gaze away from him; his thumb rubbing over her knuckles softly; "please." Finn pleaded once again, this third plead, "They say third times a charm?"

Y/n sighed; clearly trying to hold in the chuckle, and she glanced towards him, "okay." She answered him softly.

Finn smiled at her, and she smiled back; at the corner of his eye he realized he was still holding her hand and let go; "The shop. it's uh...that way...I prefer to walk if you don't mind."

"Of course."

They set off together; leaving just in time for Ronin to enter the room and have no idea which direction the couple had went in.

It was a quiet walk again; Finn a bit more careful of his surroundings this time, he in the moment rather than thinking about another.

"So how do you like being a Leaf Man?" Y/n spoke up; trying to make small conversation.

"It's a high reward high risk job." Finn answered as Y/n chuckled, he couldn't stop the smile coming to his face; "it's enjoyable, you make family....How do you like your work?"

"Oh, the Woodworks and Smiths?" Y/n asked.

"You're very good at it." Finn complimented.

"You haven't seen any of my work." Y/n answered looking over at him.

"I brought you in a disaster, you must be talented if you can fix it." Finn told, that caused a smile on her face.

"Thanks." Y/n told, "Truth be told...I enjoy it...and I don't..."

"What's so bad about it?" Finn questioned.

"I don't make to much coin...which usually I wouldn't mind! And kinda don't..." Y/n answered; "Everyone tells me I'm real talented..."

Finn frowned; "But?"

"I don't know...it gets lonely sometimes, I can't burn out even if I want to." Y/n spoke; "I work two jobs, live above a busy bar."

"Why not lighten the load? Quit one?" Finn asked.

"My father died in debt."

"Oh."

Y/n sighed; "yep."

It was silent for a moment as they walked; "Kinda of shitty dad." Finn spoke up.

Y/n chuckled again; "yeah...he was."

"You're nothing like him from what I can tell."

"You know." Y/n started, "You have a funny way of trying to make someone feel better."

"People...arent my strong suit." Finn answered: "but there not a weakness. Just..."

"Stuck in the middle." Y/n spoke.

Finn nodded: "I get that." Y/n told him.

"Nice to know someone else does."

There was a laugh shared between the two, they arriving at the shop which Y/n worked at, “this is the place”

Finn watched her as she opened the door, “Be back,” Finn read the sign aloud.

Y/n looked back; “You’re working into the night?” He asked.

“Oh, yeah.” Y/n answered; “I’ll be here for a little bit longer and then I’ll go to the night job.”

Finn kept himself in the doorway as Y/n grabbed her apron from the hook; “Thanks again, for walking with me-“

“I could talk to the Queen,” Finn spoke up abruptly; “Get you a smithing job in the castle, it’ll-“

“Oh, no, no.” Y/n stopped him; “but it’s a nice gesture really,”

“Why work two jobs-“

“Finn.” Y/n stopped him again: “Please, I’m content like this.”

“Alright.” Finn answered; he discontent with the answer she gave. But he knew it wasn’t his choice; “The offer stands.”

“Thank you.” Y/n thanked, “It’s a little annoying someone looking out for me in a nice way you know?”

A small smile came to Finn’s face as she smiled back, “I’ll…see you around then?” Finn asked.

Y/n nodded; “Yeah I’d love that. It was nice getting to know you, I enjoyed it.” Y/n turned around to get back too work; she assumed that meant fair well; truly believing the only time she’d see him around would be to pick up the sword and they go about there merry lives.

That was until Finn spoke up catching her off guard; “Maybe we could go to lunch?”

Her head whipped around; her body following in delayed reaction, “Me?”

“Certainly not the bowls of paint.”

Y/n chuckled; “I suppose your not…yeah, though; I’d love to go with you. maybe you can pick me up during my break the day after tomorrow? It;s at high noon,”

“That’d be great,” Finn answered; Y/n nodding as he bid his farewell; not paying attention; he too busy watching Y/n that he tripped over the door frame; he luckily catching himself and looking at Y/n who had covered her mouth to keep herself from laughing.

“Are you okay?” She asked her voice slightly muffled due to her hand.

“I’m good, yeah, perfect!” He answered as he waving a final time and actually leaving.

The smile stayed on her face till she closed the shop; and it lingered as she walked to the bar; and it stayed as the woman shouted at her; she was older and had a thick accent with red hair, “You are late!”

“Huh? Sorry-“

“I should have you fight a bear for being late again; you are lucky we are not open; go and change.” she argued.

Y/n nodded; making her way to the back to go and make it up the stairs; and as she opened the door the woman called too her; “You’re brother is up there as well!”

Yes, he was; a little too late of a notice as he was leaning against the window; looking down below. He turned back towards her; dressed in his usual armor attire; “Ronin…”

“Y/n.”

“Can I help you?” Y /n asked, though it was more of a snap.

“I wanted to make sure you got home-“

Y/n interrupted him with a spurt of a chuckle; “That’s rich, wanna take this job I have now too-“

“It wasn’t like that.”

“Sure, it wasn’t, I was just the better bow shooter; the better leader; the better war planner; the social skills, the sword skills, all better than you; chose by the past queen herself to be Commanding Officer; but dad deranked me to snail mucus, kicked me out of the Leaf Men and gave you the family sword.” Y/n spoke sarcasm lacing her words as she let the door close behind her, “So I think I can make it home by myself just fine.”

She walked into a different Room: “So why did you come!” She shouted.

“I already told you.” He answered.

Y/n came back out, her shirt changed to a clean on and she held a waitresses apron in hand; she sighing as she looked at him; “I’m fine,” Y/n told.

“Finn wasn’t rude was he-“

“Ronin,” Y/n stopped him; “I’m not talking to you about Finn.”

“He’s my second in command,” Ronin told; “What he does reflects on me,”

Y/n sighed; “You really wanna know?” Y/n asked.

“Yes-“

“I plan on have sex with him after our lunch day after tomorrow.” Y/n answered a hand on her hip, “Is that sufficient enough of answer commander? To be honest I think he made quiet the impression.”

Ronin was silent as she went around to find herself a pad and pencil. She turned back to look at him; he holding an angry glare; “Ronin I’m not sleeping with your second in command, take a damn joke once and a while.”

“You’re going to lunch with him-“

“Alright I’m gonna give you a choice.” Y/n argued; “You can either walk out my home, or I can chuck you threw my window, you’re choice.”

“Y/n-“

“Ronin.” She stopped him; “I will throw you out the window-“

“y/n-"

“Window!? Falling to death!?” Y/n argued, " I'm going to throw you out of it! Go!"

"Y/n!" Her boss called: "your running a very thin line!"

"Y/n just listen-"

"You know what, you can stay up here. I have work!" Y/n argued opening the door, "I'm coming!"

She slammed the door behind her, rushing down the steps. Y/n was quick to open the back door into the kitchen and out onto the floor.

"I'm here!" Y/n told her boss.

"I thought that brother of yours would be punishment enough for being late. Never again."

Y/n sighed: "I'm sorry Red."

Red sighed: "Men, you can live with 'em, you can't live without 'em. Especially when it's a brother. Trust me, I have four boys and two brothers of my own."

Y/n chuckled.

"Now get to work." Red told: "those solider boys always come in at the same time."

She was quick to get to work, and just as Red said Leaf Men came in. They were nice: usually able to get through a few mugs of mead before becoming a loud laughing bunch. Yet one or two mugs knocked them out, seriously: half of them asleep on the table.

"What's wrong with all you today?"

"I hate working." A woman complained.

"One of those days, Ma'am." A man answered.

"You guys want some pie?"

Heads shot up: "You made Pie!?" They asked.

Y/n laughed: "It is a day old."

"Who cares!?" A once sleeping solider told: "Your pies the best!"

"I'll be right back with one six pieces then?" Y/n asked.

"Add another. Our Sargent Major is coming." The man told.

"I'm on it."

She left to go take four more orders from other tables: bringing them back to the kitchen, she went to cut the pie up. Before grabbing other orders, she carried two large trays, one filled with food, the other filled with mugs of mead. Delivering was easy. At the end, she switched the pies over to the tray with the mugs of mead. She was going that way anyhow.

"I'm back with pie-"

"Aw right! You'll love this! Ma'am this is our Sargent Major! It's-"

"Second in command." Y/n spoke: moving the tray from her line of sight: "Nice to see you again, Sir."

Finn chuckled softly: "It's nice to see you again Ms. Y/n."

"Come early for our lunch date?" Y/n asked: "or am I overly excited."

There were whistles and punches of Finn's arm: "Ma'am's here a real lucky woman-"

"Oh please. Sargeant Major's the lucky one, just wait till you try her pie."

"Night Job?" Finn asked, and Y/n nodded.

"Night job." Y/n answered, slowly starting to hand pie out to the group of soldiers.

"Sorry you have to deal with these ones." Finn apologize.

"Oh what ever!" One argued.

"They make my shift go faster." Y/n told, "Anyhow...get you a mug of mead? Something filling besides pie?"

"Pie is-"

Y/n was shoved in the back, and her whole tray shoved out of her hand, maybe it was her trained reaction, all her service time, but with luck she managed to push the tray towards her rather than anyone else. The mugs fell to the floor, and the mead soaked her clothing.

"Oh...shit..."

"Ms. y/n! I am really sorry!" The young woman cried, people looking the way of the mess.

"It's okay! It's fine." Y/n told "really-"

"Are you alright?" Finn asked quickly, getting up to his feet.

"Yeah. Yeah, I'm fine -" y/n started, Finn quick to grab a napkin, yet it was wet, "uh-"

"Hey! Hey!" Red shouted coming from the back: "We've all seen messes alright. It's a bar, not a burlesque show! You go clean up; and you.”

She snapped at another waiter; “Pick up this table, you,” she snapped at the young woman who had ran into Y/n, “Clean this up.”

“Yes ma’am.”

“Don’t call me that I hate that,” Red argued; walking away; “ma’am what am I an old woman?”

Y/n looked down at herself; “I really am sorry Ms. Y/n.” The young woman apologized.

“No, it’s no problem really; I’ll help you clean,” Y/n told, she quickly kneeling down to help her clean, the woman was quick to follow.

“I didn’t mean to make a fool of you in front of your boyfriend Ms. Y/n.” the woman whispered.

“What?” Y/n asked, picking up mugs and putting them on the tray.

“The gentleman,” She told; “I wish I had a man that looked at , like that- or woman.”

"He's not my boyfriend." Y/n told her, she grabbing the rag from the pocket in her apron.

"Oh."

"What does that mean?"

"Nothing, Ms. Y/n."

"Here." Finn spoke, he handing a mug that had rolled off to its own little world to Y/n.

"Thank you -" y/n spoke, rising quickly too quickly and too close to the table as she banged her head.

"Are you alright?" Finn asked quickly, Y/n nodding rubbing her head.

"Yeah. Yeah." Y/n answered: "thanks..."

Finn nodded as he watched her rush back with the tray of empty mugs, he taking his seat again.

"I'm very sorry for that." The woman spoke, she noticing the armor they all wore and gulped.

"Accidents happen." A solider answered.

"Can I get you anything? New Mead? Or Pie?"

"We're fine waiting for Ms. Y/n."

The woman nodded, apologized once again, and started to leave.

"Actually!" Finn stopped her: she quick to come back: "Y/n had mentioned to me she lives above the bar? Could you tell me how to get to her front door?"

"No." The woman spoke: it was clear as day, and she was stern in her answer.

"I just mean to check on her,"

"Ms. Y/n doesn't like..." She started unsure if it was truly her business to tell.

Finn raised a brow in confusion: "Like?"

"Leaf men." She answered quietly, "I see the way you look at Ms. Y/n, and she won't be in a relationship with one."

"Ooo Ouch." A solider winced, he at least pie Infront of him.

"Shut it." One of the female soldiers spoke slapping him in the back of the head.

"Ow!"

"Why not?" Finn asked.

"Mhm..." She started leaning down to whisper in his ear: "Her brother is commander of the army: he took her position after her father demoted her to snail mucus. She was meant to marry another soldier, but once she got demoted, he left her."

Finn pulled back: "Don't tell anyone." She told.

"You have my word, make sure she's alright-"

But before he could even finish her concerns, Y/n was back out two trays in hand and changed into a new set of clothes.

"Ms. Y/n has worked hard for what she has," the woman said, "Whatever you do don't hurt her please."

"I would never dream of it."

"Thank You."

She walked off to finish her work: "That sucks Sargent Major I really thought she had been talking you up."

"What?" Finn asked watching Y/n wait tables like nothing had happened; "Oh, we're just friends is all."

"Sure."

"Heartbreaker will reach him soon don't worry."

Time pasted: quickly, too, people came, and people went. Finn's soldiers left: Finn stayed behind, he left alone in the middle of the bar with a large table all to himself.

Y/n was putting the mugs in the bucket: "You." Red spoke coming up to her.

"What did I do now?"

"That Soilder Boy is waiting for you." Red told, "The Sargent Major, Second in Command mumbo jumbo."

Y/n walked towards the door that led into the dinning hall, she peaking threw the small decorative cut circle in the door.

"I'll tell him we're closing."

Y/n walked out, empty-handed, and Finn looked up, he quick to get up: so fast that his chair fell backwards and hit the floor with a thump.

"Sorry- Sorry-" Finn apologized, quickly picking the chair up.

"Its okay its just a chair." Y/n answered with a smile, watching him akwardly adjust it.

"I." He started looking at her: "wanted to make sure you were okay."

Y/n nodded: "I am."

"Good. Good..." Finn spoke: "I'll go then..."

Y/n watched as he started to leave, yet he stopped and turned around: "I actually have something else to tell you,"

Finn rubbed the back of his neck: "I know...about Ronin."

"I don't understand-"

"You're siblings are you not?"

Y/n looked down, "...yeah."

"I uh also know about the fiance situation."

"Which means..."

"I know how you feel about leafmen" Finn told.

"So you know about..."

"Ex-fiance. Yeah." Finn spoke: "he sounds like an asshole..."

"He was."

They chuckled softly; "I just thought, you know, It's your bussniess, it should be your bussniess who knows."

"Thanks, I appreciate it." Y/n answered, it grew quiet between the two: Y/n looking towards the window shortly; "Do you maybe wanna stay till the sun rises? It's pretty late, I could make us some tea tonight and then breakfast in the morn'"

"You don't have to-"

"No, really, come on." Y/n protested, "You waited all this time. It seems kinda underwhelming, didn't it?"

"I just thought you should know."

"And as repayment stay the night," Y/n told as she walked away gesturing for him to follow: "come on."

It was a hard debate: at first, he thought it was a good idea: then he remembered Ronin, her brother, and most importantly her own feelings: he didn't want to step on them: and didn't want to hurt her like he she had been before.

Ultimately, he'd follow her through the kitchen. Passed all the employees. Most were talking amongst each other, ending their shift. Yet when he passed by, they stopped and stared, which turned into glares. And the Boss: Red increased his anxiety as she was sharpening the knives with a dark glare his way.

Y/n opened a door and allowed him in: stairs leading up, "Come on." Y/n spoke, taking the lead.

Finn followed behind, Y/n opening the door at the top of the steps.

"Ignore him." Y/n told, pointing to Ronin, who was sleeping on a chair, he had waited for her, her whole shift, "He does that a lot."

"You both seem close." Finn started as she led him into the small kitchen past a hanging curtain.

"Uh." Y/n started the moon shining inside the took from the windows, gave it light, as she went on the search for matches: "He wants to be close. I just....can't get over it. I know I should, but I don't know."

Finding the matches, she walked over to the table to light the little collection of candles she kept in the center of her table.

"You like Tea?" Y/n asked.

"You don't have to make me tea." Finn told: "If anything I should be making you tea."

Y/n shrugged: grabbing her tea pot and some cups, "Im trying to be a good host."

She started the water and threw in some dried elderberry to let it simmer. Into the cups, she added a small cube of sugar. She set them on the table, "You like honey in your tea?"

"Yes please." Finn answered.

Y/n went for the jar of honey: she setting it on the table to open before putting in a spoon to grab a dollop and add one to each of the cups, her hand became sticky: "mhm just a day old. Still taste fresh."

Y/n licked her thumb before returning the jar to the counter and taking the water off the fire and bringing it over to fill the cups a purple liquid coming from the tea pot and was set back on the fire before Y/n mixed them both and handed one over.

"Thank you." Finn thanked taking the cup in both hands before lifting it to his lips, "it smells amazing."

"Elderberry." Y/n responded watching him take a sip: "Its nice after work."

Y/n lifted the cup to her own lips, taking a sip: "it taste even better than it smells." Finn complimented.

Bringing down the cup she smiled: "I'll send a jar your way then."

"You don't have to."

"Really its no problem."

It was silent for a moment Y/n sipping her tea again, she glancing at Finn for only a moment, catching eye contact with him. She smiled: and he froze. She watched his eyes avert in a flustered matter.

"Are you alright?" Y/n asked bringing her cup down.

"Yes; thank you,"

"Okay," y/n answered: "Oh. I should go set up a cot since you'll be sleeping here, Unless you don't mind us sharing mine?"

"Uh..."

"I don't mind sharing my bed. I am a cuddler." Y/n answered with a nonchalant shrug: she looking back at him with a smile.

"You're teasing me." Finn called out.

"Just a bit." Y/n chuckled watching as Finn became more flustered.

Finn found himself stuck, and Y/n enjoyed it. It sounded more malice than it seemed. Finn, in response, was quick to change the conversation.

"So you and Ronin are siblings."

It was Y/n's turn to be stuck: "Oh." Y/n answered.

"Yeah..." Y/n spoke: "We're night and moring twins."

"You don't look like him." Finn spoke: "How come I've never seen you before."

"You have." Y/n answered.

"I have?"

Y/n nodded, "I was the last queens right hand at sixteen-"

"That was you?" Finn asked, Y/n chuckled.

"Yeah, it was."

"I was right then," Finn spoke.

"About?"

"You'd look good in leafmen armour."

Y/n could only chuckle in response, as she ran her thumb over her cup, "thanks-"

A yawn intruppted her, showing how tired she was.

"I'll let you sleep." Finn answered, "I should go,"

"It's fine, Finn, stay, really." Y/n spoke; reaching her hand over to grab his, "I'd hate for you to get hurt on your way home."

His eyes gazed towards Y/n's hand: she holding his hand with a loose grip, thumb rubbing over his knuckles as it did her cup previously.

"Oh I..." Finn started, her grip tightened just the slightest, "can stay I guess..."

Y/n smiled at him, as he gazed back up at her; "You seem...fond...of having me around despite you're past..." Finn commented.

"Yeah, I do..."

"Why?"

Y/n sat in thought; "maybe it was the sword situation,"

"The mess I brought you?" Finn questioned.

Y/n nodded, "Yeah... I lost a big part of my family, I became a leafman because I wanted to protect my family and other families, of course. Even though I'm not a leafman, it doesnt mean I can't help families stay together. You said it yourself it was your mothers?"

"My mother was a high ranking leaf man." Finn answered: "Im the first man to be a leafman in my family line."

"Congrats." Y/n smiled: "pretty big achievement hm?"

Finn hummed in response his gaze on Y/n's hand, she had never let his hand go. With care he picked up her hand, her thumb dropping as she watch him sit up and lean forward, kissing her knuckles softly, he then proceeded to rub over the bone as she hand done for him.

"You're very kind..." Finn answered: "and a great listener, thank you."

Y/n sat stunded as he kissed another knuckle, holding her hand, not wanting to let it go. It was a bold move, one usually matched with Chiveraly. She only leaned forward in response, standing up as she did and pulled her hand away from his own.

"I'm sorry- I didn't mean to make you uncomfortable." Finn quick apologized.

Y/n only walked to the side to fill his cup again. She leaned down afterward and pressed a soft kiss to his cheek in return.

"Trust me Finn." Y/n spoke softly: besides his ear, "If you had made me uncomfortable. You'd have gone out my kitchen window."

She finished with a small chuckle, this time the pot being placed on the wood counter. Finn sighed in relief.

"I got to give you props" Y/n spoke up, "Most wouldn't flirt with their second in commands sister."

Yet she received no answer, as she grabbed a jar to fill with the leftover tea. It was silent for a few more minutes, Y/n turning her head to glance at him, yet she caught him shamelessly staring, the look of love over taking the tired look in his eyes.

Topping off the jar, she turned finally snapping his attention back to reality.

"Come on, you're tired." Y/n told.

He attempted to protest, yet Y/n's hand ran across his shoulders and the soft touch seemed to lull him to sleep, and he followed her by hand.

It was full of quiet laughters trying not to disrupt the sleeping commander slumped over in the chair. Y/n showed him where he could toss his armor and showed him the bathroom. They each took turns to change inside. Finn came out after Y/n had, in a change of old chlothes Y/n had given him.

He paused at the frame: watching Y/n tuck Ronin into the chair before placing a kiss on his temple.

Before he was seen, he ducked back in, walking out after a moment, she laid back on the bed with her feet planted on the floor as she looked up at the ceilng.

"Am I intruppting?" Finn asked Y/n looking over.

"Come and join me. Just dont expect my nightly thoughts to last long." Y/n yawned.

Finn joined her with a chuckle, sitting on the edge of the bed, Y/n sitting up. Getting up, she pulled the divider that semi separated her room in two. Giving her a bedroom and a living room. She was quick to plop back down beside him, returning to her previous state, arm draped over her eyes.

"Are you really going to sleep like that?" Finn asked; "It doesn't hurt when you get up?"

Y/n shrugged and yawned again; "I'm always hurtin," She joked.

It was silent for a moment; "Thank you, again." Finn told.

Y/n smiled tiredly; "it's no problem."

Y/n continued to lay the way she did, he waited a moment before taking a side of the bed; he hopped to make himself as small as possible for her comfort. It felt awkward on his end; laying there patiently to fall asleep despite being tired. Yet he dipped in the bed, Y/n's side rising proving she had gotten up. Only moments later did the bed on her side dip again; and the tug on the blanket told him, Y/n had actually gotten into bed. Satisfied he was able to fall asleep in only a moment.

During the early morning hours, they shifted here and there. Backs once towards each other, to facing one another, ending in Finn laying on his back, and Y/n securely tucked into his neck and side, his arm holding onto her side as they snoozed till the sun was barely starting to change the color of the sky. Y/n on natural instinct got up. She is sitting up and stretching on the few hours of sleep she had. Slipping out of Finn's grasp she went to get ready for the day; starting the hot water on the fire as she bathed in the bathroom. Getting out and getting dressed she looked around for socks, and from there she slipped her boots on, and poured herself tea. Returning to her bed to sit on the edge and lace up her boots.

Finn was still sleeping as she finished getting ready, she kneeling besides the bed as he shifted; his hand falling limp over the edge of the bedside and a pillow tucked in under his arm. Y/n smiled, brushing a loose hair from his face with the tips of her. fingers.

"I've got to go now," She spoke softly, "It was fun.... I haven't had that much fun in a while...thank you,"

Before leaving she placed a soft kiss on his upper cheek bone, her lips lingering for what a few would call a moment too long. Yet it seemingly only limbered him deeper into sleep, she smiles; "I can't wait to do it all again tomorrow."

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thegongoozlerreacts · 9 months

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Welcome Home Website (Part 1)

ITS OUUTTTTT IM SO HYPED IVE BEEN WAITING FOR THIS

IM SO EXCITED TIME TO EXPLORE AND LOOK AT IT

spoilers(??) under the cut !!

OK SO first off im just on the first page and already the little animation of someone (Wally?) drawing Home is new

A LOT OF NEW THINGS SO EXCITING !!! love the little Wally sitting on the website updates !!

as you can see, i've highlighted that little section underneath the artwork of Wally sitting on a rock

and thats because i noticed that the text is blocked after 'about the' and wanted to highlight it and copy paste it to get the text behind the gif (bc im p sure its the gif of the spinning home thats blocking it)

"learn about the vibrant world around them and take part in nonsensical fun!"

i have no idea if that was on purpose or if thats what it said originally (its been a while since ive seen the website ok?) but thats interesting OH I KNOW HOW TO CHECK

ok so i went to Night Mind's video on Welcome Home because it was about an old version of the site, and yep nothing about that has changed besides the fact that 'vibrant world' is now covered

is this important or could it just be a glitch? no idea but i'll let it go for now

onto the more obvious new changes

alright so i read through the website update, and the 'y' on 'You' in the first sentence of the second paragraph is capitalized AND in a different font last time we had to look out for letters that were out of place, so im taking note of this

though it may just to highlight 'you' as in us, the viewers/audience/people interacting with the site

also!! a little ladybug thing is coming from behind that counter (which i assume is counting how many people have visited the site) and its cute! and new and i wonder if its important to anything?

is it just me or is the background different (i dont think it is but it feels more saturated to me (maybe its just been a while since ive seen the site tho LOL))

the telephone is interesting too but i think we'll find out more of it in the exhibition page

i'll be going through the different pages from left to right

OK SO I WAS JUST READING THRU THE 'Welcome Home!' PAGE TO SEE IF ANYTHING CHANGED AND I SAW ANOTHER LIL BUG

AND I OPENED THE IMAGE CUZ I WANTED TO SEE THE FULL GIF LIKE THE LADYBUG

BUT IT BROUGHT ME TO THIS INSTEAD ????

well now im afraid

i will save that for later i will finish looking through the rest of this page um

so. the W on 'Wally' is still messed up as you can see but not sure if thats still relevant since that was a clue for last time yk

so the restored art pieces are the same, nothing's changed

this is new though

i can click on the tulips and after the bug im a little afraid

by clicking on the yellow tulip

by clicking on the blue and red tulips

audio !! neat

the names of the tabs are interesting, i wonder if u put them in a certain order it will make a sentence? like 'will you help me' or something?? will have to find more secrets i guess

ok so now i will watch 'answer' (im afraid)

ITS FRANK AND BARNABY FIGHTING IM SO ENTERTAINED AND THIS IS SO FUNNY

also !! omg they have voices now thats so cool !!

i have no idea what it is im looking at, but it must be somewhere in Frank's garden right?

OK SO I COUNTED THE FIGURES IN THE VIDEO AND THERES 8 OF THEM AND THERE'S 8 NEIGHBORS AND I FEEL LIKE THATS IMPORRTANT not sure what it means but !! still

now the end of the video has my interests peaked, because when Frank asks (who i assume is) us and the audio just glitches out? first a deep voice replies to Frank but i cant make out what its saying

also then the glitch at the end, i think its supposed to loop with the glitch at the beginning

like it sounds connected

oh also some amendment to the figures there's actually 9 of them one is just at the edge of the camera and u cant see it

ok next for the audios

so 'Help' is Wally, which is interesting

nothing too helpful(aha) but just him realizing that we can hear him i guess? 'What are you waiting for?' the answers obv/j

Wally's laugh is so cute

'will' huh he talks about eyes, he said thats what an eye looks like, his are black and asks what color is mine/ours

it might just be me but the middle of the record kinda looks like an eye? or maybe im just crazy LOL

ok now onto 'The Neighborhood' page

so first off, i can click the gif of Home surrounded by flowers at the top

oh wait it just brings u back to the first/home page LMAOAOAOOA

another bug

clicked it and another video called 'answer' and its probably another video in Frank's garden

OOOOH AUDIO

SHE HAS A VOICE AND ITS SO CUTE AND IT FITS SO WELL I LOVE HER

also interesting thing to note! the colored part of the records are different for each character, Julie's is pink and Sally's orange

i point this out because there were records for the 'Help' and 'will' audio, they were broken but the color was red

and red is associated with Wally (and Home too) so yeah thats all

anyways Sally's voice fits her so well too!! i love it, actually kinda reminds me of a character from Star Darlings LOL

Poppy's voice is cute! has old lady vibes

another bug, surprisingly on Eddie's character page, which is interesting

LOVE HIS VOICE IT FITS SO WELL TOO 'When it comes to friendship, I always deliver!' ur so cute Eddie

HELP ME HOWDY'S VOICE????? IT FITS SO WELL TOO????? so old-timey announcer voice

ofc Barnaby's voice sample is him making a joke. ofc it is. also his voice reminds me a LOT of Sans from Undertale so

actually now that i think abt it Frank's voice reminds me of Papyrus from Undertale,, n the fight they had has similar vibes to Sans and Papyrus,,, well anyways

tbh in my head he always had more of a Squidward voice, like more nasally(?) but his voice fits really well too!

everyone already knows what Wally sounds like, but wow hearing it in a not-creepy environment is always cool

anyways. the flower is a gif and i can click on it so more creepy stuff now

hm called 'will' again which is interesting but the W is capitalized

the so below page is the same so time to check out the new stuff!

starting with the bug from the bottom of The Neighborhood page

so i was wrong its actually Frank and Poppy baking which is cute! love their friendship BUT Frank's voice got glitched out at the end when Frank said 'Wally' which makes me wanna re-listen to the first one

OH MY GOD OK SO THE VOICE WASNT A REPLY, IT WAS FRANK'S VOICE GLITCHING OUT ON 'WALLY' OMG

so all these videos are from Wally's perspective???

yep so the bug from Eddie's page leads to a video of Frank and Eddie talking about a bug that's in the post office!! made me especially giddy because i ship Frank x Eddie LOL

they are so cute!! so cute !!!!!

also, i've only seen 3 but it's interesting how all these videos are of Frank interacting with the other neighbors, then the video ending with his voice glitching out on 'Wally'

i think that there's more bugs and videos for the rest of the neighbors, but i'll go looking for them later! im gonna eat now and i wanna take a break to absorb all this stuff

OH I JUST REALIZED WHY THE VIDEOS ARE CALLED 'ANSWER' BC THEY END W FRANK ASKING WALLY A QUESTION, SO THIS IS HIS ANSWER?? OR SOMETHING ?? IT LEADS INTO AN ANSWER???

i have no idea but i'll ponder on it more later bye bye!

#welcome home

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lucihens · 19 days

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Hi. I just want to somehow make catharsis about the whole Chenford break up going on and listen other takes on it.

Maybe Im just a girl going through Mercury Retrograde being delulu not wanting to aknowledge they are over. Having said that:

I just know this is not the end for them. But not for plot reasons that we are all speculating. I mean sure for plot reasons is necesary for Tim to get his shit together before taking the next step with Lucy (Eric said in his interview that Tim loves her and its seen in the lie detector scene and all the Tamara moving out storyline that has been going since last season they are sure heading to moving together). Also sure Lucy has suffered many things and is interesting to see her next steps.

But I just know this is for marketing reasons. They need the show to be renewed for another season and a massive cliffhanger like this one when there's a 3 weeks break between episodes where they know people will be engaged on it is a good way on getting that renewal.

They know people still watching the show because Chenford. They have stated they are endgame. But they are producers and writers and plan things ahead in order to keep the show going. Is just trust the process and the fact that they work on this and know what they are doing. I have seen many shows (most of them from ABC) to know they give the fans what they want bc in the end is a product that is sold and know that not doing something your target audience wants equals not product to be sold.

Also, even though Melissa and Eric had said that there are some things coming on Tim and Lucy on the season finale and blah blah blah. They are putting a lot of effort on the breakup promotionally speaking. The interviews released the second the episode finished, the TikToks from Melissa, the whole ice cream promo with letters to the cast about the breakup and they laughing and making jokes (also like the ig account still saying Chenford stan account) is more clear is about making the people engaged and furthermore, making the network renew the show for season 7. They are actors and know they must keep a good relationship with their fans (I mean if you make something that upset your fans then how would you keep getting called to act if you dont have people watching them for you and other actors can), what Im saying Is they are laughing and all of this because they know how it ends and know they end in a place where fans will love it, if not they are basically bullyng us lol.

So long story short: just keeping my peace of mind knowing it is just marketing. By the interviews we know somehow the season finale lets them in a good place, so if season 7 comes maybe we got time to see them making up with more time and development (things this season had been rushed bc the strike, not only here but in most shows) and if there's not season 7 it will end up with Chenford with a sort of an open finale where all points to them giving it another chance in their inmidate future.

Hope i made myself clear. Just wanted to vent haha. And lets chill and cross fingers for season 7 and an Oscar for Melissa and Eric because that break up was so CHEFF KISS like girlll I have felt that pain too.

hello dear anon! thank you for being my very first ask!

i hope you won't regret venting to me because this response ended up....well...extensive. i have many many things to say and a lack of adhd medication to contain them.

i would also like to note that i'm not at all experienced with writing think pieces on the internet. but even though i haven't written an essay since college, i can sure yap. and even though i'm a genius /s, this may not make sense to anyone. so here's what my chronic fatigue and i were able to conjure up:

yes, tv shows are primarily for an audience, whether writers and directors do accept that or not, that's what i'm guessing producers have in mind. tv is literally built 'for your viewing pleasure', and with this show in the past, and by past i mean season 5 especially (and the shock and surprise of 4x22), they (whoever they is) have been manically hitting that red button titled 'DO THE THING THEY WANT' just so they can say they did it and you as an audience can't complain. so yes in my experience, shows very often, if not always, write for an audience, otherwise the creators would just be giggling at themselves in their own private screening room at their custom, personalised tv show made only for them. when you give a show to the masses, it is, in certain ways, their's now. so going against everything an audience wants is certainly an interesting move, and since i have a common disease called 'being absolutely befuddled by the varying degrees of human nature' i don't know particularly what their aim is, what they're hoping this will provide an audience, as well as the show as a whole. what i do know however, is that there is not just one kind of audience, within the watchers of the rookie, there is obviously an abundance of angst lovers, an array of fluff lovers, complex think piece people, and apathetic 'this is what i fill the void of a tuesday night with' people (which is potentially what makes up a good portion of the viewers (?), not just the dedicated fandom we see on social media). with this in mind, the creators, the writers, are evidently incapable of satisfying every single diverse/contradictory demographic. so it's unclear which demographic they want to make happy at a given storyline. is this to give the angst lovers what they want? is this to give the comfortable fluff lovers a kick in the rear? or is this just to keep the average viewer interested in this ever-appealing show? i can't speak for them at all so i couldn't say which, but i also haven't a scooby doo. maybe others could give their opinion on which of these they think the creators are aiming for, because i couldnt tell you. then again, maybe it's all of them. maybe we let the rest of the season play out to completion, and we may know for sure. but marketing a show goes hand in hand with keeping the general audience as well as potential new viewers: 1. happy and excited, 2. interested in investing their time into the show. and given that season 6 is a short season: yes, i'm sure the marketing the break up is one of their best bets at keeping ratings up and viewers in, whether it comes directly from outrage or intrigue. and given how some other storylines seem to fall kind of flat (wink wink nol–), especially compared to last season, the initial lucy storylines and the now tim storylines are what is keeping up the hype for such a small season. and i'm sure (hoping) the other characters will have something to add to the s6 plate to further the impact of such a small season and the plots within. but for the most part 'chenford' is such an electric word. drop it in anywhere and the millions(?) who have ever laid eyes on the show just got a shock. and they know that, so of course they'll use it to their advantage in anyway they can.

and with this rambling: one thing i'm sure of, the only thing i'm sure of, is that yes: THEY LOVE EACH OTHER. and not just a slight admiration or a tinge of care. actual undying love. incomprehensible love. i don't know a lot about this topic but i definitely love to aggrandise the concept of love, and especially unto something harmless like fictional characters. in the real world, loving someone isn't always enough for sure. but not loving someone at all can also having no bearing in the upkeep of a relationship (i know this from personal experience). so whether or not two people end up together in real life, has no distinguished rule of 'do this and feel that and you'll be together forever'.

but this is fiction! WE make this stuff up. so we can do whatever we want! we can link A to B and say these characters love each other so they must end up together, and still be flawed along the way, because they are not real. so in my opinion the various ideas like "real relationships have people breaking up", "real relationships have people never getting back together", "real relationships have people never breaking up", and to follow, the incessant "real relationships have good communication!" don't matter anyway because ideas based reality have absolutely no impact in this fictional realm. yes bring in realism, be realistic if you want, but don't let reality dictate your fiction entirely (as well as the inverse). nor should you let reality make you want your fiction to be completely unreal. both fiction and reality have complexity in personality and characterisation. people have personalities and characters have characterisation. the one commonality is imperfection. but just because they are similar doesn't mean they have to be the same. it doesn't mean chenford are realistically doomed. and with this the plot that may unfold could be one unexpected, one unreal, or one completely real. tim and lucy could work through their own storylines, flaws and complexities separately and i'd be glad to see it.

i had a lot of issues with how fan service esque the initial 'canonisation' felt and maybe this is not just to market their show, but to finally listen to the majority of the audience, the particular audience that literally helps them market the show. aka the social media citizens. the ones who talk up a storm about what they love about the show and literally rope others into watching it. maybe they'll finally write them with more specific intentions this time, maybe this is what this is for. not just for drama but to give us what we wanted to watch in the first place but heavily missed out on: pining, feelings, dramatic reconciliation. who knows. we won't. not until the season is over and s7 inevitably comes (it's guaranteed).

i know many become angry with this show about what it does and doesn't do but one thing that helps me survive is this: it doesn't matter, the episodes exist anyway. they will continue to exist even if they don't have what we want. all we can do is feel every feeling this show evokes because that's really what it is to be entertained, at least for me. we're not the creators at the end of the day, no matter how much we've created. if something happens we don't like, we don't like it and we talk about how we don't like it. if we do like it, we talk about how we like it. and we praise the actors anyway, for the characters they bless us with. and the creatives, who gave us the masterpiece that is season 2.

and with that, i conclude. this definitely got away from me like the runaway train in my adhd brain. i wrote this sleepy and fatigued and i think i might be brain dead so if there are contradictions or things that make not a bit of sense feel free to call me out on it! especially those who are more experienced yappers, i'd definitely like to know what you disagree with or think has no place in this piece.

anyway, fin. thank you anon and TLDR; chenford will be fine and the show will always favour exploiting the most loved characters for marketing but with every PR box of ice cream sent and every article written brings in one more viewer to our beloved show and at least we'd stand a chance of a season 10.

#ask #you are watching mental illness #i could never in my life keep the word count to 500 words #you're getting 1000 #i don't even know if this makes sense to anyone #but it's where my own logic and the little guy in my brain takes me #i may be stupid #finally posting my views on the internet is terrifying #be nice please #i'm just a silly little guy #she/her though

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kaz-oooo · 27 days

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Peak behind the fic writing curtains time because I’m re-reading my notes for As Above and thinking about it lol.

So fun fact about the tapes! I wrote a draft for Wilbur’s tapes before I properly finished outlining Tommy’s perspective. I was kinda struggling to piece together Tommy’s story and I needed Wilbur’s outlined first and well… What this means is that I wrote the tapes in order of events, not in the “random” order Tommy found them.

I thought it’d be fun to share that order with y’all, plus it offers a bit of a new perspective on the events of As Above. I put it under the cut because it does contain spoilers for As Above So Below, just in case :)

Also for extra funsies, idk if it’s possible but since there is an order you might be able to figure it out on your own. So if your ARG brain is tingling then feel free to have fun with this, the answers are below. Just note some early tapes got skipped because they were just Wilbur reading notes to the open air which isn’t fun to read or write.

Without further ado this is the order I wrote Wilbur’s story in (along with brief summaries of each tape cos fuck! even I forget what I wrote sometimes lol)

1a - technical difficulties.

Wilbur’s introduction, both to himself his work and everything wrong with Lostfield

1b - unnamed interview 2.0

Wilbur’s interview with an unnamed resident at Lostfield, who we know is Ranboo! Wilbur learns very little information here, just makes Ranboo freak out!

2b- another unhelpful anecdote

Wilbur’s rather unhelpful interview with Technoblade, where he receives a nice long list of missing persons who just happened to show up on Lostfield.

3b - possible progress

(fun fact I nearly called this one research and crimes… probably should have tbh, it’s funnier) Wilbur gives an update on some of his personal findings about Techno’s research, and explains his plans to sneak into Lostfield and speak to the owner himself.

4a - interview with the owner

Wilbur does a little house tour and speaks to the owner of Lostfield AKA Dream. Their interview gets weird quickly and Wilbur feels like he’s panicking / losing control of himself.

4b - untitled (ch10)

Wilbur starts recording because he’s just woken up from his visit to Lostfield and he barely remembers what happened.

5a - if I don’t make it

Wilbur decides he needs to go back to Lostfield, he records a note for himself — or whoever finds the tape — incase he doesn’t make it back this time.

7a - courtesy of Lostfield apartments

Tapes that Wilbur is later given (mentioned in 6b goodbye) that detail his experience in Lostfield. The first tape is Wilbur talking to a voice that we cannot “hear”

7b - untitled (first half of ch12)

Dream’s mock-interview with Ranboo for Wilbur. Basically a repeat of 1b unnamed interview 2.0 but Ranboo actually gives answers this time.

5b - don’t go back

Wilbur, or something pretending to be Wilbur, starts recording the follow up for 5a before letting the real Wilbur wake up and have a full blown panic attack

6a - the last 3 days

Wilbur summarises what little he remembers from the 3 days he spent in Lostfield, mostly a recap of how he broke into Lostfield.

6b - goodbye

Wilbur recives a package containing a tape (7a and 7b) and he comes to the conclusion he’s in too deep and can’t escape. He uses this tape to say his final goodbyes

8a - untitled (second half of ch12)

Wilbur breaks into Lostfield with the tape recorder in hand. He gives some live insight as to what is down there before he spots something in the middle of the room and Dream appears.

#if you have funsies and try to ARG it let me know I’m curious to know how you guys go!!#dsmp fanfic #dsmp #wilbur soot #tommyinnit

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salt-and-vynegar · 10 months

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you're rereading the 1st anniv cards! is there anything standing out to you or any new perspectives you have on them, now that it's been year? --vynegar ^^

@vynegar

First, thank you for the ask and the question.

Secondly, this is going to get really, really long. I'll have to put most of it under the cut for length, because I write too much. lol

So fun fact, the 1st anniversary cards are the ones I tend to go back to quite a bit when I want to re-read something. There's a couple of cards of each suitor that I will actively search out and re-read, and the 1st anniversary cards are part of that. I just like the culmination of everything leading up to the first anniversary encapsulated in these cards.

It's really interesting going back into the stories and re-reading them, especially now that I have knowledge of the second anniversary cards and their stories. It's really interesting to see how many things the 2nd anniversary cards will call back to.

For example, I've just finished my re-read of Vyn's 1st anniversary card. So it was really nice to see that opening interaction of Vyn talking with his mother and hiding their actual relationship. I know what the payoff of that interaction will be in the 2nd anniversary card, and it makes the card story so much sweeter to re-read.

(I know there are likely more callbacks, but that's the one that came to mind.)

Mechanic-wise, I've always thought that it's really interesting how for the stories, Vyn and Luke's 1st anniversary card stories are the ones that end up requiring a bit of player input for that final push for the confession at the very end.

Considering the choice in Vyn's one is definitely emblematic of his and Rosa's relationship of "love makes you lose control and rationality," it makes sense why the player's choice is narrowed here and why Rosa has to take the initiative. It's also really telling, as I went back to read the story, that in the animated portion, Vyn seems to be shocked by Rosa's action in the climax of the story. Even this early in the relationship, it's so interesting seeing how Rosa can surprise Vyn and throw off his plans.

Up until this point in the confession, Vyn has been meticulous about planning everything. He's also made it very clear how he doesn't enjoy people meddling in his affairs, as seen by how he asks his mother whether she knew anything about what happened in Chapter 04 of his personal story, when Ogier and Rosa meet and whether or not, Ogier was under orders to give the bracelet to Rosa. When it's revealed that Ogier did it of his own free will, it pieces together why Vyn was shocked in Personal Story 04-04 when Vyn both saw the piece and heard the name. It was originally his mother's.

So with that being said, Vyn goes all out on his proposal for her. He utilizes all his connections to make the plans he envisions come to life. And then, in that final moment, when Vyn asks the question Rosa's been waiting for, Rosa doesn't answer initially, but kisses him. A show of how her love for him overwhelmed her rationality. As the game puts it, Rosa couldn't think. She could only feel. And she needed to communicate an answer to him somehow.

For Luke's one, the fact that you as the player/Rosa have to really push Luke for his confession arc to work. The player choice comes in only after you learn the truth, find him, and after Rosa accepts her feelings for him. As the player, you literally have to keep pushing Luke to get to the truth of the matter. You have to keep pushing him until you finally say what needs to be said and he hears you. The important part to me, is the fact that he has to hear you.

Until the last part of his confession story, Luke's been very hesitant to tell Rosa the truth about what's going on with him. Even still, when he does decide to tell her, he has to do it in a letter. He's pushing her away. Rosa has to track down Luke to get him to be honest with her in person. But even in person, Luke still tries to push Rosa away. He tries to come up with reasons that he can't be with her. But ultimately, the reasons fall away when he finally sees the tears and sees her being vulnerable.

It's one of the reasons that I like the Rosa and Luke dynamic here. When Luke starts listing off the reasons he can't be with her, she cuts straight to chase. No matter what option you choose, she forces Luke to listen to her. This is important, because as childhood friends, they know what will rile each other up. For this story in particular, she wants Luke to say what's on his mind. She needs to push past Luke's rationality to get him to say what's on his mind, uncensored. Rosa succeeds in getting him emotional enough that the mask he had on initially, slips. It's through that crack in his mask that Rosa's words chisel away the presumptions Luke has about how much Rosa loves him. It's when he hears her, that their kiss happens.

Additional things I've also found interesting, but might not be able to expand on because I've talked a lot as is.

The usage of Vyn hiding away while Rosa goes through the mansion (i.e. Vyn as the unseen voice) - Going back to Vyn's confession, I also thought it really interesting how for the majority of the time that Rosa is in the mansion, she doesn't see Vyn. I agree that it's a callback to what happened when they first met with the automatic door and the "NXX evaluation." But I also thought it was interesting choice because I also think it's a callback to how guarded Vyn is. Especially at the first anniversary, when he's got this grand plan to let Rosa know how he feels. But up until this point, Vyn doesn't normally let down his guard... that is, until he's in front of his recorder. Whenever he's been in front of the recorder (in the main story or in his own stories), that's when he lets his guard down more. So I thought it was an excellent choice to have Vyn audibly walk her through the different places that hold meaning for them, not only to build up to his grand plan, but also so he can be honest and intimate with her in a way he hasn't been up to this point.

The fact that Marius manages to give his gift to Rosa before their kiss, while everyone else give their gifts to Rosa after.

Marius and Payton's close relationship in the 1st anniversary card pays dividends in the Blizzardous Threads of Red Event story. Oof.

Artem's interactive part in the 1st confession story is also really minor and happens earlier on before the confession, but it's also something that needed to happen in my opinion, both character-wise and story-wise, in order to lead up to the confession.

The fact that Rosa manages to surprise both Artem and Vyn in their respective cards. Luke and Marius are the ones that take initiative in their cards.

Artem's very "public" confession compared with the others. Though to be fair, it was initially a lot more intimate during the moment of the actual confession. Compared with the general plans of everyone else, it does come off very spur of the moment, and I appreciate how it's a rare look into how Artem's best laid plans can continue to be foiled.

I also think it was very telling that Artem chose somewhere less traditional for his confession as opposed to a more, "ceremonial venue," as he put it. Compared to the other three confessions, where they had a general idea of what was going to happen and where to bring Rosa, Artem admits that when he saw Rosa at the airport, he threw his plans out the window. He just wanted her to let go of her troubles and relax.

The fact that Artem's card had an additional activity for both of them in addition to the confession (i.e. the maze they go through)

The water words and nature imagery in Artem's confession card.

Marius and Artem admit their 'I love you's' to Rosa first. Luke does too, but via letter. Though in person, Rosa ends up admitting that she loves Luke before Luke does. Also, in Vyn's card, Rosa ends up saying 'I love you' before Vyn (though Vyn used other means to admit his feelings other than the words 'I love you.')

I imagine if I did more re-reading, I'd find more details. But I just thoroughly enjoy these stories and how much thought was put into them. There's so much more to talk about, and I likely could end up writing pages upon pages of stuff if I wasn't stopped.

Thank you for letting me talk about these cards and their stories.

If you do a re-read, I'd love to hear your thoughts too.

#Tears of Themis #Replies #Shout into the void - Rambles #My writings #Tears of Themis Observations

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cadmusfly · 4 months

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1, 3, 13!

Fanfic Asks for the New Year!

(1.) Do you have a word-count goal for the upcoming year?

Absolutely not lol, I mean it’d be nice to get back into writing and finishing a long form original novel piece at some point (brain stalled with SbS but I guess technically with 60k words done it could count as one novel out of three maaaybe) and I’d ideally like to cultivate a consistent writing habit that’s daily or weekly but I am not good at discipline or habits

And also I’m not feeling long form multichaptered pieces right now, but I want to feel it again and I am afraid the only way to feel it is to force it and I am lazy right now after graduating for the second time in my life

(3.) Do you anticipate writing for a new fandom this year? Which one?

Not really because in relative terms I’ve only recently started really writing for the 26 Eight-Year-Olds Napoleon’s Marshalate fandom, (very proud of my last fic which is Peak Cad Weird Poetic Rambling) because only small obscure fandoms tickle my brain and long dead French generals have hijacked my brain with all their drama, tragedy and comedy. Why did nobody tell me before now that dead Frenchmen were so entertaining and catty bitches to each other

(13.) Aside from fanfic, are there any other fan works you’d like to try creating? Fanart, or fanvids, gifsets, or podfic?

Having made the ambitious shitpost of the tag yourself with 26 drawings of dead Frenchmen - because I thought it would be funnier with my shitty drawings

I have an extremely silly thing I’ve been digitally drawing that I’ll post in the next few days, maybe even tomorrow

Here’s

Here’s a sneak peak.

I do generate a bunch of fun surreal weird AI stuff with the dead Frenchmen as inspiration as well, I don’t really post them out of anxiety, but they’re meaningful to me personally and I enjoy the process of creating these works as much as I enjoy writing and drawing - and it is an extended process because I want very specific things dammit, oh man I need to jump back into photoshop to edit and implement ideas before I lose access to it forever

Oh yeah! The other big fannish thing I do! Painting tiny men! I am going to order more tiny men and paint them oh man I want to order this and recreate this painting but tiny and on my desk and maybe on my cat

Probably the big reason I’ve been writing a tiny bit more is because I’m away from home temporarily and thus away from my paints and tiny men and I can’t just default to painting tiny men all the time and honestly painting tiny men has taken over my life a bit I love them so much and I want to get someone I know to take Good Quality Photos of them

Anyway thank you for the asks!

#cad answers an ask #cadmus rambles #cad talks about fanfic

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sealer-of-wenkamui · 1 year

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I need to make a proper report on this, cause I recently finished watching through the first lostbelt and now I am officially Invested…! I was initially just going through it and the LB prologue because I wanted context for LB6 cause I already love Oberon and I want to see him, but was told it would be best to have some additional context, but it was even better than expected, also I now have a second FGO to be obsessed with, Salieri!

I now know what a lostbelt is, and we started in Russia but ruled by Ivan the Terrible for 450 years and also everyone is a furry now because he combined everyone with demonic beasts to survive the cold wave that occurred in this lostbelt. The characters were some of the best part, I liked the cast a lot~ it sounds pretty wild to explain though cause of the nature of Fate having a bunch of famous historical figures. Also Kotomine is there lol. But it turned out not to be him but still just seeing his appearance was like huh?!

I didn’t even think much of Salieri at first, at first he thought he was Mozart and was just the guy keeping the tsar asleep, but then he gets picked up by our party and realizes his identity and joins the team under the condition he gets to kill Mozart

Turns out he’s not great at that either despite being a version of him warped by the false rumors of him being Mozart’s killer, and turned into an “innocent monster” (which is such a cool concept!) and even summoned as an Avenger class servant. But when he’s brought to the palace and remembers what happened when he confronted Mozart when he first was summoned….

YEAH. And after Mozart is literally asking him to kill him. So all his supposed hatred for him just ends up making him somehow come across as even more gay for him, he just says stuff like this

YOU’RE IN LOVE, DEAR

He has his Moments, but he seems surprisingly sane in this LB even with his jumbled memory…? Summoned Salieri seems a lot more taken over by the rumors (and Mozart just makes fun of him for it LMAO?)

The end of the lostbelt is where it really shined, we have our team of servants at the capital as the tsar awakens, Patxi came along too despite a fear so great he had earlier sold out the rebels, the tsar is awakening, Avicebron just made a golem out of the Minotaur’s labyrinth to stand a chance against him, sacrificing himself in the process (…which this also sounds wild typing it out, anyway I rather liked him, just a chill guy passionate about what he does)

I don’t think I was expecting giant demon elephant for the tsar?! Anyway THIS SCENE. THIS SCENE. THIS IS THE ONE THAT GOT ME AND MADE ME GO OH THIS STORY IS REALLY GOOD. Salieri is at the piano, he must play so they stand a chance. He speaks with Mozart in his mind, and channels all his anger into a passionate performance, Dies Irae! And what really gets me is that it isn’t even Salieri’s own (his entire Requiem is a great piece btw, highly recommend, also his attacks in game use part of his Dies Irae). No, it’s Mozart’s Dies Irae. And I believe it’s part of the requiem he died composing iirc? So Salieri is playing with all his rage in a gorgeous, passionate arrangement of it, and ITS SO GOOD!!!! And it’s the key to victory, they were able to harm the tsar now! It’s really cute when he’s all happy about Mash calling his music beautiful lol (Her return to battle here was also really cool!! Her shield protecting him from the lighting!)

And things seem to be quieting down now but it’s not quite over… Kadoc tries to make a last stand, but Anastasia ends up dying to protect him (and he seemed to genuinely care about her) and he’s knocked out, not killed, my friend is hinting that there’s gonna be more on him later…? 👀

And not just that, the cruel reality of what happens to a lostbelt in order to save proper human history came to light with Atalante and her rebels fighting back… and I can’t even blame them, it’s one of those situations where neither side is wrong, it’s the circumstances themselves…. Patxi went and got himself killed to save Chaldea’s master 😭　despite being from the LB, he wanted to help in the end? But I still can’t entirely blame those who were against it…

And finally, the ending where I cried like a little baby! The tree of emptiness was gone, the eternal storm gave way to clear skies, and the world would soon disappear. With their duties done, the remaining servants disappeared as well, except for Salieri, who still had one more thing to do…. And so he sits down at the piano, and plays Twinkle Twinkle Little Star, Mozart’s dying wish to him should the world know peace. Oh Salieri, he’ll act all like:

(His scowl is so cute)

But then two seconds later:

And just. A people that had never known peace, that had never seen a clear sky and always had to worry about survival, never knowing even music, listening to his piano, and getting to see a starry sky for the first time in their lives as the world itself came to an end got me 😭

In conclusion, LB1 was really damn good and oh no I’m Invested now!! Didn’t expect this sort of quality of writing from a mobile game, it’s a proper VN…! I think I still will go to LB6 next cause I Need to see Oberon cause I love him, but now I want to see the rest of thr story too. (…and now thee friend that told me about him in the first place convinced me to play, for better or worse LOL)

#sorry this is 90% salieri posting it would get too long if I covered all 11h and he’s the new blorbo LOL #started FGO for Oberon picked up Salieri in the process #also I tried explaining parts to my friends and he’s been called ‘Mozart’s alleged gay killer’ and ‘the gay pianist’ by them so far LMAO #Infel’s fate tag #i can’t stop listening to dies irae

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recurring-polynya · 11 months

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Writing Update/Art Update

Man, I have been bringing a real "do not feel like doing anything" vibe to this week and I really don't like.

Maybe it's because I finished both a) a long book series that I love that I have been working on re-reading/finishing since November (it's Temeraire) and b) a season-and-a-half long kdrama that Mr. P and I got completely obsessed with and spent hours and hours talking about (Alchemy of Souls). In the second case, I really thought the end of AoS was gonna leave us hanging and I was going to finally be able to write a piece of fanfic that was not Bleach, but it was very satisfying actually, and I haven't even wanted to *read* fanfic for it and I'm very disappointed in myself. (sorry to any other Park Jin/Maidservant Kim supertrash out there, if you even exist, I'm sure you would have loved me waxing rhapsodic about Jin's dreadful cooking)

How about your fanfic, Polynya, how is that going? Well...it could be worse, I guess. I did write some. I finished the scene I had not finished last week and wrote a few more. Then I happened to see a post complaining about a trope that I happened to be using and how it was dumb, and it honestly made me want to throw the whole thing in the garbage, because I am a dumb, sensitive baby! This is why I try really hard to never say negative things online!! Anyway, I will not throw it in the garbage, I will soldier on, but it really harshed my vibe, is what I am saying. Anyway, we are up to 15,545 words, which includes about 200 words of trash (trash is when something is not working and I keep my various attempts there for salvage purposes until I can get it to work), which is a little under 3k of progress for this week, overall not too bad. The story is also now twice as long as it was when I started working on it, so that's kinda nice, too. I've made about 7500 words of progress on it, which is about 1/3 of my way to my goal of 20k.

Speaking of harshing my vibe, my new computer was supposed to come tomorrow, but it was delayed and now will get here in two weeks. Maybe?? Who knows!! I feel like a good 50-75% of anything I order online anymore does not come when the website said it would come, in a way that feels like the website was lying to me to start with. This means that I will have to share my computer with my kids for the next two weeks. It's probably for the best, because I'm sure I've been wasting too much time in front of the computer lately anyway, and maybe this will help me to treat compy-time like some sort of precious commodity. (lol, it probably just means I'll spend more time on my phone, being even less productive)

I started a drawing. It's not going well. Once again, I am soldiering.

I did have an idea to go with one of the Bleach Returns prompts. Remember when I said I was gonna try to go outside my usual bounds a little bit? Ha ha, it was a lie, it's a Renruki story. I haven't started yet, but I'm hoping to give that a go this week and see if I can spin anything out of it.

Anyway, that was my week! It's summer now! Be sure to sign up for your library's summer reading program! I already earned a cool tote bag.

#writing update #art update

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ao3feed-piltovers-finest · 2 years

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Hi! A while ago you made a post with some great Violyn recs, and I bookmarked and went through and loved all of them, but I didn’t do the same with some that were in progress, so could you link them again? And then also, do you have some new recs? :)) There’s so much stuff out there right now and it’s a bit hard to sift, so unbiased suggestion for something interesting and well written would be much appreciated. I don’t really care about the length as long as it’s good, in character and hopefully canon compliant? Or anything else that stands out, really. As for ratings everything is a go, just a big NO to abo (even if we put noncon issue aside, sorry but there’s only a limited amount of blowj*bs I can take in my basic lesbian p*rn, lol) or gross monster stuff unfortunately abundant these days. Also, nothing wrong with WIPs but preferably finished stories? And TYSM. For what you’re doing there, and for all the recs, past and present! <3

Hey there! :)

First of all, thank you for your kind words, and second - apologies for a relatively tardy reply (also, if you sent this message twice by mistake, the reply's to the greyface one - in case you wanted to retain anonymity, if that's okay?) since it took a bit to compile appropriate thoughts and words for a decent response. But since below the cut you'll be able to find not only links but also (unsolicited? :) reviews, I hope it'll at least give you enough of a fix - for a while?

Now, let's start with...

That post, that I think you can still find under 'fic recs' section on the main page, there were two WIPs there, if I recall? One of them is still a fun read (the unpretentious, fun AU one that I think I tagged as my 'guilty pleasure' at the time?) and the other, well - despite having a really intense beginning it got convoluted and overly watered down half-way, and lost me. (So, no more recommending WIPs, yes - check. Lol.) But to answer your other question - in the meantime I read, loved, and would wholeheartedly recommend... hmm. Ok, since you basically gave me free range apart from the omgaverse (for which - no worries, I don't care for it either, I've seen dozens of them passing over this page, but only one well-written, with an actual interesting plot and character dynamics - but a WIP, so we might go back to that one at some later point? ;) the ONLY criteria now I guess would be...

The works of some new and/or underrated authors? How's that, to fulfill the primary intent of this blog, which is to promote and/or send appreciation to those who really truly deserve it?

So, yeah. In no particular order, here are some of my recent faves:

Digging Like You Can Bury Something That Cannot Die series by shoutoutout

@shoutoutout

Canon compliant, a study on guilt, loss and acceptance. A truly gripping study, a recontextualization if you will (expanding the context span, filling in gaps) with emphasis on that residual emptiness that one never truly accepts, just learns how to live with. The way in which Vi is given facing, then coping with all of it in such a simply human, fight or flight way - is incredibly relatable. While the first part written from Cait's perspective gives a unique insight into her upbringing, her heritage, her relationship with her mother (which, perhaps it's just me - but I love seeing it explored beyond what we've seen onscreen, especially with that last scene, where it's evident that no matter how much she disagrees with her mum she still looks to her for comfort when she is despair) and then of course - grief flooded with regret. Really masterfully written.

Grenadier by antistar_e (kaikamahine)

@kaikamahine

Set post-finale, this is basically a character dynamics piece, written from Vi's perspective. It's a gentle, at times funny and yet gritty and profound exploration of regret, mourning and unhealthy coping mechanisms - on everyone's behalf, with developments between Vi, Cait and Jinx (yes, all three of them - but don't let this deter you just because Jinx has absolutely no boundaries ;) this is uniquely beautiful portrayal of sisterly relationship. The simple way Vi explains her love for Jinx will break your heart, because she loves her despite everything, the guilt, lack of remorse - it's the love that doesn't preclude justice or exempt her from consequences, but just grows, adapts, restitches its seams. It has elements of romantic developments (in different directions?) but the central part is the sisters, and to be completely frank it's the best fic I've ever read exploring these dynamics, post finale. Both characterisation as well as style wise.

Drink from the Cup of Fortune by xanthinriff

@xanthinriff

'Does happiness bloom from the soil of pain, or is pain a byproduct of happiness lost?' If you've ever read anything else written by this author, you'll know that their writing simply cannot be summarized, objectively or rationally. And this one is not an exception, it is post finale, post everything and beyond, and it gives us Vi's perspective on - grief, guilt, need to belong, the feeling of loss, helplessness, selfishness, mental self-flagellation... gosh, I've said it before and I'll say it again, xanthinriff has a uniquely, gut-wrenching writing style that packs a punch - undaunted to tackle even the most complex, or darkest of emotions so it's definitely not for those who want a sappy, trite emotional lemonade. But rather real raw human emotions, such as... well, those listed above?

Now, the author has deleted their A03 account for personal reasons, but this specific work is still available per request, exclusively here (author's prerogative, of course) so if what you read there got you intrigued - send us a DM and we shall deliver.

(This is also valid for some of their other work, previously referenced and recommended on this page)

sweet & bitter by garcondencre

@garcondencre

Canon compliant. An exploration of what happened between the moment Caitlyn and Vi found themselves alone in Cait's bedroom and the moment they left each other in the rain. A beautifully heartfelt character study, a train of thought from Vi's perspective, if you will. Characterization is spot on, emotions are intense and tangible, and the inner conflict fleshed out so viscerally, painfully well.

The Power of a Name by kendricked

@caitkirammans

One of those 'five times' prompts, written from Caitlyn's perspective. A very interesting take on how she viewed things that happened, and then those that [spoiler]. It contains some missing bits, or interludes, if you will. They speaks volumes on Caitlyn herself, seamlessly showing that cross between that naivetee and genuine selflessness - and also how she saw, and sees Vi. Emotional intensification written and depicted at its best.

keep your head low by espressbian

@espressbian

Canon compliant. An amazing dive into Caitlyn's mind (ok, I guess Vi’s as well - in the second chapter?) showing us their respective perspectives on things that happened - through this very skillfully written inner dialogue, depicting the inner workings of both of their minds, but especially Caitlyn's... I found it gripping, touching and impressively intense all at the same time.

no powder but stardust by softnyx

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I think I already mentioned this one? It's a one-shot, but is contained of eight episodes with time gaps, featuring snippets of scenes from different, not-so-random periods. Starts with that beautiful childish pure innocence and veers off into... well, two diverse worlds, a canon divergence AU (star-crossed lovers of sorts, comes to mind) that grows close to the one of game canon-world? The characterisation is endearingly tangible and wholesome, and it is absolutely amazing what a skillful author can do in such little space and with so few words.

Wrap ya gun in giftwrap by Latenightsgunfights

@latenightsgunfights

This is quite a short piece, basically just smutty. Why on this list, you might wonder? Well, the way it shows Vi struggling between how she sees herself, the subtly shown conflict between the tough front and bravado and how she feels about herself in regards to Caitlyn, how it manifests in their physical connection - the implication how certain feelings can be put into submission... it's quite a lot (yeah, no one's immune to hot smutty ones, but I prefer them with some substance, alright? ;) for a short piece with barely 1k of a wordcount.

Chances by mira_blue

@mira-blue

To be completely honest, this is not really CaitVi (they're just acknowledged in the passing) but rather a canon-compliant take on Vi's complicated relationship with her sister, post S1. (Yeah, I've been kinda leaning towards those, recently - can you tell? :) Pieces like this, exploring this kind of dynamics of theirs are quite rare, and this one may seem like just a drabble - but try to get into Jinx's fragmented stream of consciousness. It's uncomfortable, realistic and tangible, all at once. I've seen very few well-written ones and this one is my absolute favourite one.

Shadow of Nothing by UmbreonGurl

@umbreongurl

Quite sure you've read some of the other works of this author as well, but this one is a bit different from all of their other (AU? fluffy? comedy? romcom?) work, and a bit underrated in my opinion. In a span of a single chapter it covers literally everything, from the prison break till post finale - while at the same time being a character study of Cait. It's simple, unpretentious, with effective time lapses, and an interestingly different, more realistic view of Vi - as it makes more sense that she'd be more distrustful, standoffish and defensive to start with in the beginning. But it's a quite fresh and intimate take on Cait, and it's not that angsty (like the rest of the stuff from this list), so...

Dust Collected OnMy Pinned-Up Hair by tailoredjade

@tailoredjade

Ok, there are so many high-school AUs out there, but there's just that something about the pacing of this one. It covers a longer timespan, with smaller/larger gaps and ellipses, but the way it captures the yearning and pining is incredibly palpable. It's friends-to-lovers, but in a way also a compelling character piece that captures Cat's inner workings (exasperation? anxiety?) rather well. Quite interestingly written (in terms of sentence structure, or how it follows the character's thought-process) it's a fittingly positive one, for the end of this list?

Aaand - that'd be all.

As always, if you enjoy any of these (and even if they're not really new for you - and you already had, lol) go drop these lovely people out there a positive note, some appreciation and encouragement - and then let us know as well.

Cheers! 🌈💖

#caitvi #vicait #caitlyn x vi #piltover's finest #vi x caitlyn #piltovers finest #violyn #arcane (league of legends) fanfiction #fic recs #anon #replies

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