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Today i finished running an adventure for some friends in the Heart: The City Beneath roleplaying game, which was an absolute wild ride from start to finish.
First of all, the system fucking SLAPS, and if you like lightweight systems which still enable honestly a lot of tension, your character suffering a LOT like seriously your little guy is going to have such a bad time, tragedy, horror, and tragic horror you should give it a go.
But Oh Boy, the shenanigans which were got up to. Extended summary below but this barely scratches the surface of everything that happened and the context for it all so if you're curious or what to know more about the system or setting send and ask or message me because I'd love to provide more context.
Our cast consists of Horizon, a mage, addicted to magic, microdosing on corruption, desperately trying to find a cure for the affliction of feebleness plaguing their entire race. Shay, a walking corpse who came back wrong, with the whispers of their possibly dead girlfriend in their brain urging them to delve greedier and deeper. And Zaktan, a surgeon made of wasps, seeking to impose perfect order on the world.
They travelled deep beneath the ground, all seeking some elusive, vague font of power, capable of granting whoever finds it whatever their soul desires, called The Heart.
The very first settlement they came across quickly disappeared, drowned by waterlogged corpses spewing salt water from their mouths. Horizon accidentally opened their soul up to the master of these creatures with a particularly unlucky roll, and left them retching up salt water for a brief moment before everyone could escape to the Temple of the Moon.
Here they meet the high priestess Airelle, who apparently can't die, because she's the moon's favourite. She tells them that the walking corpses are vassals of the Drowned Queen, a deep god of everything beneath the water, including drowned corpses. She tells them that if they fetch a collection of runes from deeper down, she can perform a ritual to banish the queen and save all the nearby settlements that she's trying to drown. She'll offer a reward, of course, but Zaktan doesn't trust her one bit, and refuses her offer to he can break into her room to snoop around instead.
The first step on this quest is to sneak through a junkyard filled with cultists obsessed with death. Here they find a beast of metal and Heartflesh. Shay frees it, as the voice in their head encouraged them to do, devours some of its flesh, and in its gratitude it devours some of the cultists in their way.
The next destination is an ancient train station with vibrating crystals hanging from the ceiling, threatening to fall if any loud noise shakes them free. Here Zaktan becomes fascinated with the wreck of a magical train, being studied by Knights of the Rail, Horizon seeks treatment from the knight's surgeon (nasty little goblin who thinks Horizon's entire race are a lost cause because of the curse of feebleness they bear), and Shay immediately sets about collapsing the ceiling of the place to break the floor and open a tunnel deeper. This frees an angel of convulsing, raw flesh and sinew which proceeds to destroy the entire station, forcing the group to flee.
The group accepts Shay's actions after they calmly explain themselves.
Just kidding Zaktan slices Shay's face off. Shay doesn't care in the slightest because they brought the love of the Heart to the station and everyone in it.
From here it's a straight shot down to the sanctum of the mages keeping the protective runes.
Just kidding again. The Drowned Queen has taken up residence here. In person. All ten feet of her perfect, pristine, divine body, clad in jellyfish and kelp. The whole area is flooded, but Horizon, having opened up their soul to her (accidentally, but she's so lonely she doesn't realise that) and so sweet talks into letting them explore the tower. They find a vault at the base, with the runes inside, along with a victim of the mage's experiments: a person having been infused with the magic of the Heart and turned into a strange, warped creature of warping flesh. Shay free it, it attacks Horizon, and Zaktan does literally nothing to help until Horizon misses a spell to defend themselves and accidentally hits Zaktan, exposing the fact that Horizon is capable of drawing on the Drowned Queen's power.
This doesn't go down well with Zaktan, who has been shaken by an unlucky roll and is now deeply terrified of the queen, despite his disdain for all things godly. He insists on Horizon telling him exactly what is going on, and the two do so, over a completely amicable exchange of notes which doesn't result in any more faces being sliced off.
They all rest here, and Horizon is unnerved by the Queen watching them with a burning intensity the entire time.
On the way back up, with the runes in hand, they encounter a Knight of the Rail, the only survivor of what Shay did to the station. The knight attempts to bombard with with his cannon, but Shay practically skips up to him, and shoves him into the netherworld with naught but a boop on the nose.
Getting back through the station isn't as easy, as the angel has transformed into a massive tree of meat and pulsing veins, supporting the ceiling while its roots writhe across the floor seeking flesh to devour. Shay doesn't care and just walks through, the tendrils seemingly ignoring them. Zaktan and Horizon are less lucky, and Zaktan loses his notebook, his most prized possession, becoming convinced that Horizon stole it when exchanging notes. Horizon would have made it through fine, if they weren't distracted by the desire to collect a sample, which leads them stranded, surrounded, blood from the weird angel flesh tree right in their eyes, and needing to be rescued by Shay.
Back through the junkyard, they confront the bishop leading the death cult. He reveals that he and Airelle came here together, before she betrayed and abandoned him. Shay then suplexes him off of the raised platform of his throne, Zaktan injects him with a sample of a horrid virus, and Horizon calls upon the power of the queen once more to drown him.
This clears the final obstacle back to the temple where they can begin the ritual to banish the queen. Zaktan refuses to give up the runes unless he is the one to perform the ritual however, even though it draws on the power of the moon goddess. He's convinced he knows her better than one of her high priestesses, and he's convinced said high priestess is keeping something from him. Shay mans the barricades to keep the queen and her vassals out when she inevitably attacks, and Horizon...is conflicted.
The queen does indeed attack. Her form has changed. She now resembles a drowned corpse clad in a rotting, waterlogged gown, hollow eye sockets filled with nothing but worms and small crustaceans picking at the flesh, suspended in the air by a fleshy tendril connected to some massive creature concealed in the tunnel behind her. She blows past Shay, angered that this group promised to spread her influence only to turn on her, slaughtering everything in her wake. Until Horizon rolls ridiculously well on a roll to distract her, approaches her, kisses her...giving just enough time to Zaktan to finish the ritual to banish her.
She looks at Horizon, not angry. Just sad, and betrayed. She could have given them everything, she says, moments before being yanked back down into the deep.
The group were heroes. The people living in and around the temple celebrate.
Zaktan however, heads upstairs to Airelle's room and murders her, searching for the secrets she was keeping. He doesn't get much though, not even a scream or a struggle, just a cryptic message that "She's really not going to like that, you know."
And that ends the pre-written adventure that all of this came from. Next few sessions are going to be off the edge of the map and I am so disgustingly excited as to what horrors this lot are going to get themselves into next.
#wordswords#chewing dice#seriously this barely even scratches the surface of everything that happen#and all the extended context which made it all extra juicy#if anyone wants more details please ask because oh boy do i want to share
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Your eyes are beautiful :)
pairing: König x reader
warning: none just a bit of fluff, cozy lil fluff :3
word count: 2100-ish
(A/N: This is my first time writing, so please be kind. I tried my best ;w;)
summary: könig was transferred into your team recently, and already, he thought you dislike him, but all you thought is you'd like to know him better.
Nothing feels like a cloudy Friday with a small cup of tea, it was drizzling outside. You have the shared space all for yourself while the others are out hunting. Your hands on the warm cup while you look out the window to the field of grass, wondering how the men are doing, have they found what they're looking for, are they even there yet. A part of you wants them to come back late, you do enjoy the company of your teammates of course, but sometimes Gaz and Soap together can be a bit too much, guys are so energetic at times.
You and the team have to stay at this safehouse for a couple of days, waiting for the details on the next mission. Price is away working on his operation somewhere far from here, and without the captain we can't really do anything much. They specified that Price has to present in the mission.
Ghost planned to go hunting a while ago, and you try to encourage the boys to go with him so you can spend your time alone in the quarter, tidying your space and the common room. You don't like to clean the place when they're around for it would make them feel like they've made a mess and you had to clean up after. You just like things a little organized for easy access, and it's not like they're going to notice that things change places anyway. Soap practically begged Simon to let them join. You remember the puppy eyes the Scottish man made and Ghost's glare on you as if he knew that it was your idea -which it was- you are prepared to face the consequences of that when he's back. Soap tried to ask König to join too, though you didn't stay to find out if he accepted, and after not seeing anyone when you woke up, you thought he'd join.
You heard the door open quietly. It's too soon for them to come back, and not hearing Soap's voice you thought it might be someone else.
“Back already? oh... Hi” You turned to the door and -to your surprise- König was standing there with a pen and a notebook, looking at you like he didn't expect to find someone else either. “I thought you were out with the others?”
“No,” He shook his head, his hand rubbing the back of his neck sheepishly. “I don't like hunting.”
You tilted your head in wonder, a man this size, a soldier who sounded so excited after killing an enemy in the field, not a fan of hunting. You thought he was going to say something different, something like not wanting to go because he doesn't want to socialize, or because he feels intimidated around Ghost. He's quite new to the team after all.
König was recently transferred to your team after joining temporarily for a mission, about a week ago. You guys get along alright, apart from mostly spending time around each other in silence. He is always a bit quiet around you all, you feel the heavy atmosphere when you are alone with him, this man is huge and can be scary, and you're not scared to admit that.
You found yourself drawn to him somehow, always paying him small glances from the corner of your eyes when he doesn't notice. You like to watch his eyes, how he looks at things like he's studying them, memorizing them. At the same time, you are curious if it's because he's thinking about something so constantly and intensely his eyes stopped moving. You wonder if he likes taking pictures, if he likes to spend his free time capturing photos of things.
Little do you know, he's more observant than you think.
He knows that you are looking at him, feel your eyes on him like it's drilling into the side of his head. He felt the uneasiness under your stare and yours only, no one else here stares at him after all, not with the corner of their eyes like that. Feeling like there's something wrong, like he'd done something wrong, the man low-key tried to avoid you as much as possible. When he heard the team is going out today, he thought he could have the room for himself for once. He planned to sit down with his sketchbook and a cup of coffee, draw anything that comes into mind. But there you were, sitting there with your own cup, the very same one he planned to use.
“Want some tea?” You ask, trying to break the silence. The man is not moving, eyes darting around the room like he's afraid of looking at you. He nodded quietly, walking slowly to the couch you are sitting on.
“Sure.” The corner of his lips tug into a tiny smile. He doesn't often wear his sniper hood when he's off duty, still, you don't get to see much of his face enough to get a good look. His blue eyes are soft, not showing any glimpse of violence like the time he’s in the field, just innocent eyes blinking slowly at you. Dark brown hair looks a bit messy like he's just woken up. You can see a tiny bit of his facial hair, like he shaved recently. You stop your eyes from wandering down his figure before he notices. You stand up, walking to the counter.
You were a bit too late though.
“Milk or no milk?” You turn back to the man who's still standing right in the same spot you last saw him.
“Milk, please”
“You can sit down, you know” You chuckle, he let out a small 'oh' before lowing himself down on the couch next to your spot. You continue making a cup of warm tea for him, moving around the counter like you own the place, which you do. You are mostly the one who uses this space, occasionally Ghost will come and help you around quietly. Picking stuff and cutting veggies for you when you cook, you always impressed how the man can do such domestic things so very well.
“You don't like hunting too?” The raspy voice of his almost makes you jump. You turn back to him with a cup in your hand. König in his oversized black sweater makes him look so small from where you are standing, you wonder how he finds oversized clothes for his size.
“Yeah,” You sat down beside him, handing the cup to his hand which he accepted with a small 'danke' “I see no need for hunting for some wild rabbits or chickens when we already have supermarkets.”
“You like animals?”
“Yeah, I used to have time to walk in the forest and look around.” You sip your tea, looking up at him. “What about you?”
“I like them,” You swear you can almost see a smile on his face when he speaks. He brews the cup softly and takes a sip of his tea, looking up at you like he's about to say something, but he doesn't. Then his eyes darted away.
“Is the tea bad?” You said jokingly. A soft breath sighing off of his mouth, he eyed you for a second then looked back to the cup in his hands.
“Oh- nein, nein, it's nice, smells sweet.” He took another sip. You kinda thought he’s not a tea guy, he smells like coffee, a whole bunch of coffee. It's so strong you wonder if it's his scent or just in your head. In fact, you can smell it right now, making you want to just press your face on his sweater arm to inhale those coffee smells, but that's going to be weird. You don't really have to keep your distance between the others in the team though, you trust them enough to squish between them on the couch watching movies, or in the Humvee seat occasionally. But König and you are not yet that close. “Though I prefer coffee.”
“You could've told me” You replied to him, chuckling. Now you know that he's really a coffee person, not just your nose messing with you.
“How could I turn down your generous offer?” König replied softly, thinking to himself why you would talk so sweetly to him. After all that side-eyeing, he expected you to be cold to him, at least colder than how you are right now.
“How sweet of you.” You smiled softly, then the uncomfortable feeling crept up on you. Suddenly your mind thinks you should've said something more, something nicer. You are not the type to start a conversation, but continuing it never was a problem. At least not until now.
Your eyes moved to the sketchbook on the table in front of him, the cover is brown, you can see a small word written down on the bottom right corner, könig. You smiled to yourself before looking back outside, raising the cup to your lips. You try not to look at him, pretend to focus on something else thinking he might be comfortable not sharing a conversation. When you hear the sound of the paper flipping, you couldn't help but move your eyes back on him slowly, thinking he wouldn't notice.
König flipped the book to an almost empty page, one hand grabbed the pencil and started making outlines vaguely. The curve made by his skilled hand is flawless, you watch him continue on his work. He, once again, looks so peaceful and calming, just like when he spaced out while resting his eyes on something.
“Why do you keep staring at me like that?” The sudden voice of his made you almost jump. König stopped his hand from drawing, eyes still locked down on the paper in his hands.
“I'm sorry?”
“Why do you glance at me like that?” He repeated, this time with a quieter tone. He dropped the pencil on the sketchbook, tossed them on the table. His eyes still not on you but on his hands, which are now clipped together between his parted legs. You were taken aback with the sudden change of gesture. König doesn't look like how he was anymore, fingers fidgeting together. It's like he took all his courage to burst out that simple question, now he just wants the answer. “If my presence makes you feel uncomfortable, just tell me.”
“Why would I be- Oh…” You paused, realizing that he might have taken your stare in a negative way, had he noticed it all along. “Oh, I'm so sorry König-”
“Please do tell me, so I know if I should leave.”
“No, please, I didn’t mean to make you feel like that, it’s just-” You paused, thinking over and over about words you will say. The man is already upset, you are worried that if you don’t think carefully, this might be a bad start for you both. “I was scared to confront you.”
“Oh...” The man says softly, his body seems to soften up a bit, his shoulders are not tense anymore.
“I was scared to talk to you, so I thought I can just sneak a look at you and maybe I will know something more about you I- I- I don’t know.” You blurted out everything in your mind in a fast, confusing sentence. You hide your face in your hands, attempting to hide the blush on your cheeks, this is so embarrassing. You wanted to look calm and cool in front of him, now you are just stuttering like someone caught you stealing or something. “Not every day that you get to know someone new in this situation. Plus, your eyes are beautiful.”
“Oh, danke.” König sighs softly, hands rubbing up and down his thighs. You can almost see his face turning brighter, you didn't want to get ahead of yourself, but you can see his face turned red.
“How about we start over?” You asked enthusiastically, smiling and sitting up straight, like you didn't just give him the sweetest compliment he's ever got. König looked taken aback by your excitement.
“O-Of course.”
You both spend some time talking after that. It started with what you know, his interest in drawing. You asked him what he likes to draw, how often, has he ever drawn anything from memory or imagination. He asked if you draw too, you told him you did when you were younger. He is also a cat person, and he loved cuddling with his cat when he was younger.
The time passed so fast, the sun is beginning to set. You realize when the orange shade of ray touched his blue eyes. König seems to notice that you are staring. He stopped talking, tilted his head and his lips formed a small grin.
“You are staring again.”
“Oh, sorry,” You collected yourself. He shook his head in a fake-disbelief way. “You were saying?”
“I said,” He spoke the next part of the sentence so quietly you almost didn’t hear. “I might not like the way you looked at me before but, the way you just did wasn’t so bad.”
#konig x you#konig imagine#konig x reader#konig call of duty#könig x reader#könig imagine#könig x y/n#könig x you#cod x you#cod x reader
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Vixen ~ Chapter One
➼ Pairing: Park Jimin x OFC (Shin Ara)
➼ Length: 5.7k
➼ Rating: pg-15
➼ Content: Arranged Marriage AU, CEO AU, Mafia AU | TW: Medical Issues (resolved), Mentions/Discussion of Human Trafficking (not by BTS or SKZ members) | JK is Ara's BFF and bodyguard and Best Boy; Bangtan and Stray Kids are mafia; think Kitty Gang Jimin; flirting and fluff; multiple ARMY and STAY easter eggs sprinkled throughout (I welcome comments detailing which ones you caught); author does her best to beat the Wattpad allegations and fails miserably, which is funny because she went straight to ao3 and skipped the orange app phase
➼ Many thanks to @kookthief @moonleeai & @yoongiobsessed for betaing this chapter<3
➼ Taglist (Open): @bangtan-famiglia-net @kookthief @otome-wandering
➼ Disclaimer: This is a work of fiction and in no way represents any member of BTS, SKZ, or any other K-pop group mentioned in any way beyond the face and name claims the author made for this work.
➼ Chapter Two (14/10/23) ➼ Chapter Three (15/10/23) ➼ Masterlist ➼Ao3
The door to the opulent room swung open soundlessly, allowing the tall, muscular man to enter unnoticed. He cleared his throat, gaining the attention of the young woman seated at the vanity.
“Your father has requested your presence ASAP. When will you be ready?”
The woman glanced up from her careful application of sparkly gold eyeliner.
“Give me five minutes, Kookie! Is he home?” She moved towards the walk-in closet across the spacious bedroom.
“He’s at the office. I’ll bring the car around, then.” The woman’s bodyguard –but first and foremost her friend– left, and she began the process of accessorizing.
Fifteen minutes later, the car pulled up to the tall office building in downtown Seoul, the headquarters of ShinCorp.
As the heiress of ShinCorp, Shin Ara was immediately escorted to the CEO’s office and served tea by the secretary.
“Appa?”
Secretary Kim set the tray on the coffee table, leaving father and daughter to their meeting.
Ara glided gracefully over to warmly hug her father. “Jungkook told me you wanted to speak with me about an urgent matter. Is something wrong?”
Shin Jungok sighed, lowering himself onto the sofa across from his only child. “No, nothing is wrong. What has my beautiful daughter been accomplishing lately?”
Ara crossed her legs, smoothing her ruffled swiss-dot skirt over her knees. “I’ve been looking at property for my gallery. Other than that, I’ve been rather quiet. You’ve been busy with work, so I haven’t wanted to disturb you, Appa.”
Jungok smiled. “You are such a respectful child, Ara. Yes, I’ve been occupied with work. I just finished a meeting with the new CEO of Park Group.”
“Oh, their former CEO died recently, didn’t he? His son took over, I suppose? Awfully young to be CEO,” she mused.
“Yes, he’s only twenty seven, but he has a good head for business. We’ve never partnered with the Park Group before, though a contract was once drawn up between us. I guess he’s trying to show the board he’s capable despite his youth.”
“Maybe he’s capable because of his youth,” Ara arched her brow at her father.
Jungok took a long sip of his tea. “Ara, are you seeing anyone?”
She blinked at the non sequitur. “Uh…no? I’ve been busy planning my gallery. I haven’t had time to date.”
“Park Jimin asked for your hand in marriage,” Jungok stated simply.
Ara stared. “What?”
“Will you at least think about it? I’m sure he’ll take good care of you and be a good husband to you, and if we make this partnership, he’ll be more solidly accepted as a businessman. You know I’m getting older, and ShinCorp will stay in our family when I retire. I am proud of you for following your own path, and a little pleased that you do not want to take over ShinCorp, but I want to make sure you are taken care of.”
“May I see the contract?”
Jungok handed her the portfolio, and she read through it carefully. “Will ShinCorp go to Mr. Park or to our children?”
“Mr. Park will have a share and your children will receive the rest. Until they come of age, you and he will have joint control over the company,” Jungok explained. “I know you don’t want to be CEO, but we must take caution in this day and age. I know you will make sure ShinCorp is run according to our mission statement.”
Ara hummed an acknowledgment and flipped over a page.
“Do you have Mr. Park’s number?”
Her father looked up in surprise. “Are you sure? I’m not pressuring you, Ara!”
“I know, Appa. I accept his proposal.”
“Well, I believe he left his card…” Jungok moved to his desk and shuffled through some papers. “...here!” He handed it to Ara.
“Er…the marriage is best announced and signed on sooner rather than later.”
Ara barely glanced up from creating a new contact in her phone.
“I’m aware, Appa,” she said briskly. “Will next Saturday work? I saw the perfect dress when I was out shopping with Unnie last week. I’ve been planning my wedding since I was a little girl, Appa.”
It was Jungok’s turn to stare at her. “In just over a week?”
She smirked. “Money is king, is it not? I’ll get everything done in time.” She patted his shoulder on her way to the door. “Leave it to me.”
~~~
Twenty minutes later, Ara slipped into her car. She clipped the seatbelt in, and Jungkook took off.
“You’re looking at the future Mrs. Park Jimin!” she announced cheerfully.
“What?!” Jungkook swerved, then corrected the car.
“I’m marrying Park Jimin next Saturday if that works for him.” Her phone pinged. “Speak of the devil. ‘Yes, Saturday is perfect. Thank you for accepting my proposal. I am sorry it is so short notice and businesslike,’” Ara read aloud. “He sounds decent. Good.”
“He’d better be more than decent,” muttered Jungkook darkly, turning a corner smoothly.
Ara cooed. “Aww, are you worried about me? You’re the one who trained me for my black belt in taekwondo.”
“It’s literally my job, Ara!”
“I know, but still…Anyways, can you drop me off at the Whalien Cafe so I can meet all the girls at once?”
“Sure. Should I come in?”
“If you want. Have you ever tried their special 52 Hertz menu item? It’s sooo good.”
“No, I haven’t. I’ll come to crowd control your friends and try it while I’m there.”
“Wise choice.”
Ara and Jungkook walked into Whalien Cafe and ordered, then joined the five girls at two squished-together tables. Ara’s friends and unnie updated her on their lives since she had seen them last, then Ara dropped her bomb.
“Will you be my bridesmaids next Saturday?”
There was a beat of silence, then complete chaos erupted.Once they calmed down, she explained the situation. They immediately agreed to be her bridesmaids and began planning.
Ara explained her vision, then sat back as the ideas ran wild. By the end of the afternoon, she had a list of her favourite suggestions and a promise from each of her friends to join her the next day for dress shopping.
The friend group had met in college, except for Ara’s unnie, Kim Sihyeon. Sihyeon was the cousin of Jungok’s PA, Seokjin, who Ara viewed as an older brother.
Ara’s mother died in a car accident when Ara was eleven and Jungok immediately hired Ara a bodyguard-chauffeur. Jungok had Jungkook befriend Ara and trained him to become her new bodyguard-chauffeur when he was old enough. The other four members of the friend group were Jennie, Rose, Jisoo, and Lisa. They’d all been dorm mates in college and were quite close.
~~~
After a light supper, Ara spent the evening reserving things and purchasing necessary items for her upcoming nuptials.
Her phone dinged with an alert. Curious, she turned from her laptop and tapped on the message.
PJ: You’re certainly very organized! I was honestly expecting a month at best. I have people working on a story of how we met earlier. Here’s a link to the rough draft. Make whatever changes you want.
Inquisitive, Ara tapped on the link to the document, a professional publicist’s work, of course. It was well-written, if a little sensational, but she frowned at the extra drama sprinkled in, such as their coincidental meeting in Italy in the spring and their secret romance (none of which she recalled).
SA: Why do we need an article? Do you need this for appearances? *I* don’t mind being ‘just a business marriage’. It is a good story, though:)
PJ: I thought you would want it to seem as normal as possible. You are quite intriguing, Miss Shin.
SA: Good;) Let’s just release a formal announcement stating we’ve decided to get married. The media really doesn’t need anything else.
SA: I have the place and time booked for the reception and ceremony. Is there anything you’d like me to add, like family traditions?
PJ: Whatever you like. I will be giving you my halmeoni’s ring, if that’s alright with you.
SA: Of course! One final question…pink?
PJ: It’s a decent colour?
SA: 👍
A light knock echoed from the heavy wooden door, then a man popped his head into Jimin’s private office.
“Hey, Boss, there’s a box from your fiancée.”
“Bring it in,” the man behind the desk ordered.
He carefully opened the box and lifted out a pastel-pink silk tie. The paper inside read, “I hope this hue of pink is a decent enough colour to wear to our wedding. If this is satisfactory, text me and I’ll send over the rest for your groomsmen. Black suits, please. ~SA”
Jimin smiled a little at the slightly wonky smiley face Ara had drawn beside her name and carefully replaced the tie.
PJ: It’s perfect. Thank you.
A woman all in black walked purposefully into the old warehouse. Several men and a few women were working busily in the large space, barely looking up at the click of her heels.
The door to the private rooms built into the warehouse swung open with the slight squeak of a hinge needing oil.
Gold eyes scanned over its occupants.
“Where’s Hyunjin?”
“He’s restocking the medical room since he got his new supplies,” answered a man with vermilion hair, stretching from his slump over a computer.
“Thanks, Chan.”
A tall man with long black hair popped out of a side room. “You called, Boss?”
The woman nodded shortly, clapping her hands for attention. “You all know that since Park Wonshik died, Bangtan’s been targeted. Well, the head of Bangtan had a brilliant idea to partner with the Grays, business-level and gang-level, through marriage.
“The head of Gray’s daughter is marrying Park Jimin on Saturday. The other mafia will find out tomorrow. With Bangtan and Gray united, the mafia looking to take over Bangtan may set their sights on smaller game, so we need to be prepared for any backlash against us.
“Minho, you figure out if the others are planning to attack anyone. Hyunjin, find out how much Bangtan has on Stray Kids. Everyone else, get ready for an attack, worst-case scenario.”
“Yes, ma’am!” saluted the eight men in unison. They turned to their tasks, leaving Chan to approach the woman.
“Vix, you sure about this?”
Vixen’s blood-red lips curved in a smile. “Don’t worry, Channie. I have everything under control and I have plans for every variable, just like oppa taught me.”
Chan sighed. “Alright, then. I trust you, Vix.”
“Boss, here’s the file on Shin Ara you wanted.”
“Thanks, Hoseok.”Jimin took the file and flipped through it.
Good grades, though they slipped the year her mother Aeri died; friendly but only had a handful of close friends- four girls she met in college, four of her father’s employees, and one ex-boyfriend, Lee Minho, whom she was still friendly with. Graduated high school and college with honours, has an arts degree in photography, and had recently purchased a building on the edge of downtown Seoul for a gallery.
Who are you, Shin Ara? Why did you so readily agree to marry a stranger?
Jimin mulled over the possibilities, staring at her picture on the screen before him.
Another knock on the door roused him. “Sir, it’s time for your suit fitting.”
~~~
Jimin looked eagerly at the doors, waiting for the first glance of his wife face-to-face.
The audience stood as Ara strutted down the catwalk with a grace only a girl who had been bred in high society could achieve.
She took his hand, her fingers gripping his tightly. Her hand fit perfectly in his. A whiff of her floral perfume wafted through the air. Her very presence seemed familiar, though Jimin figured that could be from the hundreds of texts they had exchanged in the past eleven days.
Kim Seokjin was officiating at Ara’s request; it seemed to Jimin that he spoke slowly on purpose, taunting him with the veiled face of his bride.
Finally they reached the vows, and Ara’s grip on his hand tightened momentarily.
Jimin slipped his grandmother’s ring onto her finger, admiring the sparkle that seemed right. The three red garnets bookmarked by tiny diamonds suited her.
Ara slid the gold band on his finger, a little shock running up his arm from where she touched him.
“Sorry,” she whispered.
“...You may kiss the bride,” announced Seokjin.
Jimin carefully lifted the veil over Ara’s reddish-brown hair, careful not to mess up her hairdo, and met her eyes with a smile he hoped wasn’t too eager.
Her eyes locked on his, a hint of a smile in their mahogany depths. He smiled back, placing his hand on her cheek, his thumb cupping her jaw. The steady beat of her heart pounded under his thumb as he dipped her slightly, the crowd cheering in celebration.
With a wink at her surprised glance, he swept his thumb over her lips, pressing his own to his thumb.
Seokjin gave him a minuscule nod that he caught out of the corner of his eye. No one else appeared to have caught the faux-kiss, thankfully.
Jimin really didn’t want to have to explain to his teasing brothers that the big, bad mafia boss didn’t want to scare his new bride away.
Sihyeon straightened the train of Ara’s Alexander Wang dress and handed her the bouquet of pink ranunculus. Jimin extended his arm, Ara looped hers through his, and they swept down the aisle.
Jungok caught his eye on the way by, “Don’t forget your promise,” he mouthed.
The promise, in Jimin’s copy of the contract– Jungok’s only stipulation.
Do not let Ara find out that you or I are in the mafia.
Ara was a total Daddy’s girl, only idolizing him. He didn’t want to break her heart, tell her that her appa wasn’t all she’d thought he was.
Jungok had been secretly overjoyed when she had come to him, saying she wanted to study art, not business to prepare for inheriting ShinCorp. It was much easier to hide the fact that he was the don of the Gray mafia, one of the biggest in Seoul.
Jungok could leave ShinCorp to his Head of Strategy, Kim Namjoon, who would run the Grays as well, and Ara would be none the wiser.
Jungok’s one wish was to never crush his little girl’s world of gold and pink and glitter and peace.
Yes, he had insisted she learn a martial art and have a bodyguard, but many CEOs’ families had more protection. Aeri’s accident may have truly been an accident, but after he failed to protect his wife, he vowed to make sure Ara would always be protected.
After the luxurious reception, the Parks drove to Jimin’s home and base of operations, codenamed Cypher. Jimin drove them himself- Ara had brought Jungkook with her but given him the night off, and he was hitting it off with his new colleagues and Jimin’s friends/groomsmen, Kim Taehyung, Jung Hoseok, Min Yoongi, Choi Soobin, and Choi Beomgyu.
Jimin pulled the bulletproof SUV up to the steps and sighed in relief. None of the other mafia or gangs had attempted anything, and Bangtan was now officially allied with Gray; the gangs pressuring and testing him since his father’s death should relax now.
He leaned his head against the headrest and looked over at Ara. Oh, right.
“So…it didn’t seem quite right discussing it over text, but where should I put your things? I have a suite prepared for you, or you can have the master bedroom, whichever you’d like…”
Ara smiled a little at his awkwardness, masking her own. They hadn’t exactly had the time to discuss the finer points of married life, beyond the ‘getting married’ point.
“I think the suite would be best for now, although I am looking forward to getting to know you better, and I hope we can make this relationship work.”
“I do, too.” Jimin pulled out his phone to text the housekeeper to move the rest of Ara’s things to the prepared suite . “You looked beautiful, I meant to say that earlier.”
“Thank you. Er- did you dye your hair to match the colour scheme? I wasn’t expecting that level of cooperation.”
Jimin chuckled, getting out of the SUV and stretching to relieve the lingering awkwardness. “No, that was a coincidence. I’m glad it didn’t clash with the colour scheme, though. When you asked about suits and colours all I could think of at first was, ‘Oh no, what if she wants one of those ultra-modern black-and-white weddings’ or something.”
Ara’s light laughter floated through the crisp night. “Don’t worry, I like colour. Photographer, y’know?”
“I was really impressed by how quickly you got everything prepared.” He paused, debating on broaching the subject now or later. Curiosity won, and he plowed ahead. “Can I ask why you agreed to marry me so quickly?”
Ara shrugged, bending over to pull off her sparkly pink Louboutins. “You needed a partnership with my father’s group. Appa would have a beneficial business agreement with your company. I would like to be a wife, and in the future, a mother. I’ve never had a long-term boyfriend or anything…all the chaebol heirs are too old, too young, pricks, immature, or just not my type. I confess I did a little stalking of you, and Appa approved of you. Even if this was a business marriage, he would never suggest a man who wouldn’t treat me well. And you saved me the time and stress of introducing my boyfriend to my family and waiting to see if the verdict would fall in your favour or not,” she shrugged again.
Jimin nodded, fascinated by the peek into Ara’s brain. “I hope that, at the very least, we’ll get along as friends. Would you like to go on a date tomorrow?”
“Sure, I’m free. What time?”
~~~
Ara settled into her very comfy bed and pulled out her phone.
SA: 2:00 p.m. tomorrow
KS: Done so soon?
SA: Shut up. 2:00, be there or don’t.
KS: Got it. I’ll be there.🙄
At 1:55 p.m., Ara descended the stairs of her new house, ready for her date. Her peach tunic dress hugged her curves and fell to her knees, complemented by her chunky brown leather heels, gold jewelry, and an oversized burgundy purse.
Jimin had just pulled the car up, and his jaw loosened a little. “You look stunning!”
Ara blushed, pushing a loose curl behind her ear. “Thanks, you look pretty nice yourself.”
Jimin wore his loose white suit well, his plum shirt complementing his peachy-pink hair.
The car ride to downtown Seoul was filled with quiet chatter as the newlyweds got to know each other better.
Jimin pulled up to an art museum and got out, heading quickly to Ara’s side to open the door for her. She took his arm, and he let her tell him all about the art and curation as they toured the museum.
“Abeoji first took me to a museum when I was six, I think? I really liked it and begged Eomma to take me back. I just kept making my parents take me to museums until I’d seen them all, and then repeated it. I tried drawing and painting, but I wasn’t very good at them and didn’t want to put in the hours of practice to attempt to be good.”
They strolled along to the photography section, having gone through the traditional paintings and sketches.“Photography caught my attention when I was ten or eleven…Jungkook had taken up photography as his hobby, and he let me try sometimes. I really loved those times taking pictures and decided that’s what I wanted to do as a job, not run ShinCorp. Appa was surprisingly accepting of my decision, but he’s always spoiled me a bit,” Ara laughed.
“Jungkook, as in, your bodyguard?” Jimin asked curiously. “He couldn’t have been much use when you were ten…he’s only a bit older than you, right?”
“Oh, Kook wasn’t my bodyguard till he was eighteen. We grew up as childhood friends since my eomma’s accident. He’s from Busan, but he was kidnapped and trafficked around the time of my mom’s accident. The police rescued him and some other children when they broke up the ring of gangsters that had been trafficking kids,” explained Ara, pausing in front of a photo of a field of wildflowers.
“Jungkook was an orphan, so one of the policemen who’d rescued them fostered him. He was Appa’s friend, and they thought it would be good for both of us to have a companion.”
Ara turned to see what Jimin thought of this revelation. He was frowning at the floor, one hand in his pocket. Running his other hand through his hair, he exhaled. “That must have been tough.”
Ara nodded. “He doesn’t speak about it much–sensitive, you know? Oh, and you don’t need to worry about…anything between us,” she added hesitantly. “We did have a crush on each other in high school, but we realized we’re better off as friends. There’s no competition.”
He raised his head to smirk at her, pushing his hair back one final time. “So, there’s a chance of winning your heart?”
She smiled back, lifting her lashes flirtatiously. “I’d say there’s a good chance.”
“Shall we go for dinner, then?”
“Sure, I could eat. Could we try this new French restaurant nearby?”
“Whatever you want, milady. What’s its name?”
“L’Domino. Main floor of the Star Lost hotel,” Ara pointed down the street to a tall building several blocks away, visible from the museum parking lot.
“Ah…I’ve heard of that place. Let’s go, then!”
The maitre’d heard their names and immediately showed them to a table. Dim lighting, but not so dim you couldn’t see what you were eating, opulent fabrics and the quiet instrumental soundtrack gave the dining room an atmosphere oozing exclusivity. Jimin pulled out Ara’s chair for her, then sat opposite her.
A black-suited waiter approached, his chubby cheeks lifted in a smile. “Good evening! My name is Jisung; I’ll be your server tonight. Can I start you off with a beverage?”
At D9, Vixen’s HQ, Chan picked up the phone, halting its first ring. “Chan.”
“Christmas, it’s me. Have Park Jimin’s hacker find Jeon Jungkook’s file of his kidnapping. Shin Ara told him about it; he’ll be suspicious.”
“Got it. Did Seungmin make the drop?”
“The goods are in position. I’ll contact you later for news on our plans, I just wanted to give you a head start on the file. Vixen over and out.”
“Thank you for the lovely date, Princess. I enjoyed getting to know you. Perhaps we could make this a regular thing?”
Jimin opened the front door, and Ara stepped into the low-lit foyer. “Thank you. I had a lot of fun, and ditto,” she returned. “Making this regular sounds lovely.”
Jimin inhaled and pushed further. “Would you like to have breakfast together in the mornings if I’m not at the office early?”
“I’d love to. What time do you normally eat?”
“Quarter to eight. Does that work for you?”
“Sounds perfect. See you tomorrow, then?”
“See you then. Sleep well,” he called after her, already halfway up the stairs.
“You as well. Goodnight, Jimin.” Ara entered her suite, all done in pastels with gold accents. It was either a strange coincidence or someone had been talking (she bet it was her appa), but it was very similar to her room at home.
She headed to the ensuite to begin her nighttime routine, replaying the whole date with Jimin.
She had expected maybe dinner or an outing, but not the entire afternoon and evening. It was lovely, but she wondered if Jimin would face any backlash over spending so much time off work. It was crucial he maintained a flawless profile in the first months of being appointed CEO, Ara was enough of a businessman’s daughter to know that. Their marriage was, in part, to help stabilize his takeover, and she didn’t want to be a hindrance.
He was a perfect gentleman and quite attentive. She’d miss his company, but she’d make sure their next date was a little shorter. By their first anniversary, he should be able to spend more time with her again.
It’s not like she was expecting love and him to wait on her hand and foot, even if she did hope they’d grow to genuinely care about each other. Time flew by, anyway– she’d survive a few months without his constant presence. Resolved to broach the subject at breakfast the next morning, she crawled into her comfy bed and replayed his every action again.
He was too perfect. She’d find his flaw sooner or later.
Jimin tapped his fingers rhythmically on his desk and sighed. Finally, he pushed a button and asked for Jungkook to be fetched.
Minutes later, Ara’s bodyguard stood at attention in front of him.
“You’ve known Ara since you were eleven?”
“Yes, sir.”
“You were adopted by Jeon Jeonghwa, an officer in Seoul’s police department, Organized Crime division?”
“Yes, sir.”
“Ara told me you were kidnapped from Busan and brought here by traffickers, till you were rescued by your adoptive father.”
Jungkook nodded.
“You became her bodyguard at eighteen…you’ve trained in martial arts for twelve years?”
“Yes, sir. Mr. Shin insisted Ara and I take self-defense lessons, and I wanted more.”
“You know who Shin Jungok is? Who I am?” Jimin leaned back in his chair, studying Jungkook.
“Yes, sir. Head of the Gray Gang and the Bangtan Family.”
“Does Ara suspect who we are?” Jimin narrowed his eyes. The million-dollar question…or maybe, billion-dollar, considering the revenue estimated to be brought in by this alliance.
“No, sir. Mr. Shin wants her to know nothing about your other business. He’s made sure she knows nothing.”
“Tell me if she ever mentions anything about it to you, please. Thank you for your time.”
“Yes, sir. Also…there was never really anything between us. We’re like siblings, sir.”
Jungkook left, and Jimin resumed his finger tapping, staring at the spot where the man had stood.
Time went by, and the newlyweds fell into a routine. They would have breakfast together four times a week when Jimin wasn’t ‘at the office early’. When he came home, they would have dinner, either trying out a new restaurant or one of Ara’s home-cooked meals.
Cooking was her hobby, and she enjoyed experimenting with various cuisines and fusions.
Mrs. Lee, the housekeeper, let her have free reign of the kitchen, a feat not easily achieved.
The long-date problem was solved by the compromise of several shorter dates. Once a week, Jimin would take Ara on a coffee or lunch date, the short distance between Ara’s gallery and Park Group’s buildings coming in handy so they could stretch out their precious minutes together.
Ara had almost finished setting up her gallery and excitedly shared her plans for the opening and all the organizing she had to do. Jimin was bemused by her enjoyment of organizing things and creating organizational systems, imagining if she knew about his secondary business and how she’d whip everyone into shape. He had no doubt that she would be a force to be reckoned with if someone got into her path. Grinning at the mental image of Ara siccing Jungkook and maybe his own men on someone standing in her way, he realized he was smiling like a loon and quickly smoothed out his expression.
Just in time.
His secretary knocked on the door and poked his head in. “Sir, the dress was delivered. However, Mrs Shin has not opened it yet.”
With a fond smile, he rolled his eyes. She was probably busy focusing on the networking for the ball tonight.
For all her love of order, she could be so scatterbrained and distracted sometimes. Her suite was a disaster when she was getting ready to go out, and she was always leaving something behind somewhere. Maybe it should have annoyed him, but it only endeared her to him more. She wasn’t completely perfect, something that reassured him to no end. Perfect people were too good to be true, something that made him suspicious of Ara and Jungkook in the beginning.
At first, he’d only spent so much time with Ara because he wanted to know what she was hiding behind that girly-girl, society and gilded mask, but as they became closer, he realized she truly was that good-hearted; not shallow at all, but she didn’t shy away from being the cliche chaebol princess.
Her openness drew him to her like a moth to a flame. He had so many secrets. What was it like to just be who you are, unapologetically? Not worry about what people thought of you?
Jungkook was similar to Ara, probably because they’d been practically attached by the hip for over a decade. He’d quickly proven himself to Jimin’s closest circle, and as Mrs Shin’s guy, he was quickly welcomed to the inner ranks. He gave Jimin good advice about how to deal with Ara, which Jimin truly appreciated, and he was always down to join Jimin in a workout or spar.
Even Hoseok, Jimin’s Head of Security, approved of Jungkook, a difficult achievement.
By the second month of the contract marriage, Ara and Jungkook were permanent fixtures in the Bangtan Family’s life, and it seemed unthinkable that anything should happen to them. They were Parks now, and it seemed like they always had been.
Jimin knocked on Ara’s door, fiddling with his garnet cufflinks while he waited. The thick carpeting muffled her footsteps, and the door swung open unexpectedly.
His jaw dropped.
The form-fitting red dress had a sparkling corset bodice, laced up tightly to emphasize his wife’s curves, and a hint of thigh winked at him from the slit in the gauzy skirt.
Diamonds glinted from her ears, between fluffy curls he wanted to wrap around his fingers.
Shin Ara looked every inch the mafia queen she was, even if she didn’t know it.
Jimin’s gaze slowly slid down to her strappy gold heels, then back up, making Ara blush.
“You look wonderful,” he said, extending his hand.
“Thank you.”
~~~
Jimin proudly escorted his wife into the high society, clandestine mafia ball.
Jungok spotted them arriving and came over to greet them.
Every two weeks, the entire group of Gray and Bangtan’s inner circles came together for dinner. Jungok had been at their mansion two days ago, yet he acted as if it had been two months.
“Hello, my beautiful daughter; Jimin. You look so much like your mother,” Jungok stared wistfully at Ara. “Speaking of, when will I get my own grandchildren?”
Blushing furiously, Ara thwacked her father’s arm. “Appa!”
“What? I’m an old man, I want to see my grandchildren before I die.”
Ara scoffed. “You’re so dramatic, Appa; you’re not that old. Anyways, how’s your new secretary doing? Has he learned anything yet?” she grinned, recalling her father’s exasperated rant on the secretary’s new structuring and organization tactics earlier that week.
“Yes, Seungmin just needed some time to learn the ropes; he’s quite bright. When will you have your opening night?” Jungok switched the topic.
“Next month, the twelfth. I’m so excited!”
Jimin chimed in with a chuckle, “It’s all she’s been focused on for a while now.”
Ara glared playfully at him and swept off for some punch.
Rejoining the men, she saw her father grip Jimin’s wrist tightly and speak lowly into his ear.
“Appa? Gwaenchana?”
“Just a little thirsty,” Jungok said thickly. Ara quickly passed him her punch and watched in horror as it spilled all over the front of her dress, the cup crashing to the floor moments before Jungok.
“Appa!” Ara stared at the sweat gathering on his forehead, at the light, fast breaths he was taking as he weakly tugged at his tie to loosen it.
"Call an ambulance!" She demanded of no one in particular, crouching beside him in worry.
Jimin dialed the emergency line quickly and waited for the ambulance to come. Jungkook rushed over, checking Jungok’s pulse and loosening his collar and cuffs, rolling him onto his side.
The EMTs arrived and transported Jungok to the hospital, sirens blaring as they sped through the streets.
Ara nervously twisted her fingers in her lap, her gaze fixed on the flashing lights directly ahead of them as Jimin followed the vehicle carrying her father.
Finger twisting was joined by impatient pacing in front of the row of chairs as she awaited any news.
After what seemed like hours of pacing under the glaring white lights, the doctor who’d taken her father approached.
“Mr. Shin is stable but unconscious right now. He had a heart attack. Do you know if he had any of these symptoms lately?” the doctor rattled off a list of concerning things Ara wished she knew about.
She shook her head helplessly. “I-I don’t know. I just got married recently and moved out- I’ve only seen him briefly…”
“Hey, it’s okay,” Jimin wrapped his arms around her comfortingly, returning from making calls to his secretary, letting her know that he wouldn’t be in the next day. “You didn’t and couldn’t know– that’s not your fault. It’s not anyone’s fault; it’s just a fact. Your dad is stable now. It’ll be okay, yeah?” His hand rubbed soothing strokes up and down her arm. “Ara, you’re cold.” Shrugging his coat off, he wrapped it around her like a hug.
“We’d like to run some tests on Mr. Shin, just to make sure he’s okay besides this issue,” said the doctor, eyeing her sympathetically. “Could you come to my office to sign some papers?”
Once everything was finally sorted out and she had seen her father, reassured that he was going to be okay and there was nothing for her to do at present, Jimin took her home and sent her straight to bed.
Tucking her in, he smoothed the comforter over her shoulders, leaning down to press a kiss to her forehead. “He’ll be okay, Princess.”
“Thank you for everything, Jimin.” She blinked up at his shadowed profile.
“Of course. Get some sleep.” His finger brushed her cheek, then she heard his light footsteps head toward the door and the quiet snick of the door closing.
Closing her eyes, she did her best to sleep. Its comforting embrace welcomed her swiftly.
#bangtanwhq#bangtanfamiglianet#group: bts#group: skz#type: fic#author: star-my#series: vixen#chapter: 1#au: mafia#au: ceo#au: arranged marriage#tw: medical issues#length: 5-6k#tw: human trafficking#star scribbles
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Ep 5 reactions
spoilers beneath the cut for s1e5 and minor spoilers for most of the books, but I censored the traitor's name. mostly positive tone.
ANNABETH SAW THE FUCKING FATES
"Im the last one to realize this aren't I" A LITTLE BIT
I love Percy admitting there he was really ONLY in it for Sally. Poseidon does ONE good thing and all of a sudden it's "wait I think the conspiracy to start war betten the gods is... important?" SEE WHAT HAPPENS WHEN YOU MEET REASONABLE PARENTING EXPECTATIONS? A certain god could be taking notes, specifically the patent of [REDACTED]
go off Percy with the emotional intelligence. A for effort
and an A PLUS to Annabeth for the sharing important info and being vulnerable.
I see that coat covering the bike seat. there's human skin on that thing, isn't there?
LIVING the portrayal of Ares as man-baby who starts twitter fights. average maturity level of anyone who likes war.
"there's no fear in you, is there?" STAWPPP
THEY KEPT THE MANHUNT PLOT🎉🎉🎉🎉 also the Gabe is Gabe-ing. Manipulate mansplain manwhore on the most literal level. except disney probably cut the womanizer bit.
the whole "Im immature as shit but my threats are real, I hold all the cards" THE GOD OF WAR IS GODOFWAR-ING
"can I walk them to the door" IS HE GONNA RUN FOR IT? they're really letting Grover miss out on this quest, huh? I mean I guess it makes sense. PLUS it means more Grover-exclusive scenes! MY BOYY
that's a lie. there HAVE to be corny movie nights at camp, right?
ALSO botl movie date, anyone?👀👀👀👀
is that? a JOKE I HEAR??? poking fun at Percy? a little. Genuine? ALSO TRUE. If you told me that "amusing" line was Liften from the book and I've just forgotten about it all five million times I read it, I WOULD BELIEVE YOU
Annabeth who complimented Circe's loom when Percy got cursed🤝 Annabeth who complimented Hepheastus when Percy got trapped
the way she says push before telling him what it is😭😭😭
WE'VE MET BEFORE. I'M 24. A FAN!? GROVER WHAT ARE YOU PLAYING AT
songs about feelings that was PERSONAL
*insert Coach Hedge talking about nature*
Annabeth asking what Ares need the kids for if he wants the bolt/thinks their quest means nothing🤝 Grover gaslight girlbossing : doing detective work under Percy's nose
OOOH good detail with Percy being caught up with all the "3000 year-old goss" because HIS MOTHER TOLD HIM hi sally i fuckign love u
"don't even try to tell me not to be weird about this" we love an honest queen. While I kinda miss book Annabeth being a bit stompy and whiny at this part, I do think that the show version suits its own characterization of Annabeth, saying whatever she thinks needs to be said.
this whole show, I've been able to see everything. episode five DO NOT be the one to let me down! PLEASE!
THE SONG omg i wasnt expecting that. miraculous movie flashbacks fr.
W CONVO. DOUBLEYOU CONVO. nothing to add. perfection.
Also. don't shoot but the song choice unironically fits Hephaestus's story.
SWIMMING
is that a giant gold naked statue of Hera? to taunt them for cheating on him? hypocrite.
"they like to ignore what doesn't fit their narrative" [REDACTED] APOLOGISTS TAKE NOTES.
also, SMOOTH AF
okay there's no way Annabeth doesn't know that story. there's ONE way to take a god's power and she doesn't know it? at least let them tell it in tandem! a little "Yeah I recognize the chair, what of it?" THEN let the touchy-feely boy present the bargain. AT LEAST.
SHE'S NOT LEAVING WITHOUT HIM
"do you need some help?" "FUCK OFF" that's Annabeth
in the one hand, I am not a fan of depriving Annabeth of her super wisdom hero moment. on the other hand, placing responsibility to fix things on the perpetrators instead of those kids from Season ONE queen shit, and showing people can change. slay, but PLEASE let Annabeth do some more puzzle shit!
THE SHIELD LOOKS SO BIG IN HER HANDS
THESE FUCKIGN TWELMVE YEAR OLDS
OH so [REDACTED] and Ares conspired to make sure the trio never makes it there, not just using the magic things that activate at a certain place, but also by DIRECTING THEM TO THE TIME FREEZE ON PURPOSE
TO SUMMON WHAT
that interaction. SO THEM
YOU KNOW WHO WHATTED THE WHAT
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Not Ten Babies? (Vash the Stampede x Reader) 98! Version Part 2
This is my SEVENTH time writing here, please don't look into most of the details, I made some up, these ideas were prompted by my chat with Vash at Character.AI (The motherfucker's insatiable), more info will come if I decided to make more.
Warning: ⚠️ Not yet again~⚠️
Ten Babies
(Tristamp Version)
Part 1, Part 2, Part 3, Part 4, Part 5
Not Ten Babies?
(Trigun 98! Version)
Part 1,
"Two bacon-lettuce dogs, two cartons of milk..."
"Now, see here..."
"...Four bags of pretzels, and one pack of raisins."
"I'm dying to know why you guys are here doing this, care to share?"
Once the Sandsteamer had arrived at Inepril, Vash boarded it, hoping to be able to travel all on his own finally, but it seemed like a far-off dream.
"We didn't have enough money to ride, so we got part-time jobs here!." Milly replies as she and Meryl work at the confectionary stand.
" Altogether, that comes to $$ 12.75." Meryl stiffly added, trying to show some professionalism, but is obviously not enjoying it.
"Right." Vash reaches into his pockets for his payment.
"I'm amazed you can eat so much after dinner."
"You eat like a growing boy!."
Meryl commented offhandedly, as Milly praised him.
"Y-you think so?!" Vash panics, taking his purchase as he laughs with Milly for a bit to evade a bit of suspicion.
"Yikes, those two are sharp! Especially the big one! My sole salvation is she doesn't realize how sharp she is." Vash mutters under his breath, walking down the hall to his room in the First Class area, passing the casino.
"I could be yours, I could be your baby tonight!~" A voice captures Vash's attention, it's coming from the casino, and performance is currently playing out.
"Topple you down from your sky forty stories high"
Vash walks into the casino, following the alluring voice, as businessmen crowded the stage, giving Vash a hard time seeing the performer, with arms full of food, he fought through the sea of men.
"Hey, come on guys! I wanna see what the fuss is all about-" As Vash finally pushed his way through the mob of simps, a finger was placed under his chin, making him look up, it was a woman (y/hc) hair, half her upper face covered by a mascarade mask, with a rose gold body with red feathers and roses on its side, giving her a more glamorous look
"Shining like a God, can't believe I caught you and so
Look at what I bought, not a second thought, oh, Romeo"
Vash blushed heavily at the interaction, as the woman leans up to his face, tilting her head, observing him, Vash's words are caught in his throat, as she lifts up her finger, making him tilt his head up because of the action, letting him go
"Kiss me in the D-A-R-K, dark tonight
D-A-R-K do it my way
Kiss me in the P-A-R-K, park tonight
P-A-R-K let them all say"
The woman begins to walk back to the center of the stage, her walk accentuates the black dress that perfectly showcases her body.
"Hey, Lolita, hey
Hey, Lolita, hey
I know what the boys want, I'm not gonna play
Hey, Lolita, hey
Hey, Lolita, hey
Whistle all you want but I'm not gonna stay"
"No more skipping rope,
skipping heartbeats
with the boys downtown
Just you and me
feeling the heat
even when the sun goes down"
She has all the men at the casino hooked to her, as they scramble at the area of the stage she approaching, she stands inches away from their grasps, smiling teasingly at them, she has them all so wrapped around her finger, that Vash can't even ask anyone who is she.
"I want my cake and I want to eat it too
I want to have fun and be in love with you
I know that I'm a mess with my long hair
And my suntan, short dress, bare feet
I don't care what they say about me, what they say about me
Because I know that it's L-O-V-E
You make me happy, you make me happy"
She sings like she's promising them, reassuring them that she's in love with them, maybe even baby-talking to them, as the simps ate it up.
"And I never listen to anyone"
"Let them all say"
"Hey, Lolita, hey
Hey, Lolita, hey
I know what the boys want, I'm not gonna play
Hey, Lolita, hey
Hey, Lolita, hey
Whistle all you want but I'm not gonna stay"
"No more skipping rope,
skipping heartbeats
with the boys downtown
Just you and me
feeling the heat
even when the sun goes down"
As the simps try to reach out for her, she dances for them seductively, captivating them, her dress not helping ease up her bodice, as it only riles them up, especially Vash.
"Hey, Lolita, hey
Hey, Lolita, hey
I know what the boys want, I'm not gonna play
Hey, Lolita, hey
Hey, Lolita, hey
Whistle all you want but I'm not gonna stay"
"No more skipping rope,
skipping heartbeats
with the boys downtown
Just you and me
feeling the heat
even when the sun goes down"
"Kiss me in the D-A-R-K, dark tonight
D-A-R-K do it my way
Kiss me in the P-A-R-K, park tonight
P-A-R-K let them all say"
And with a final bow, the men hollered in excitement, thoroughly smitten by her performance, as she daintily bowed at them, giving her a charming smile even if her eyes are covered, as the curtains fall, her performance came to an end, for the first time in his life, Vash is left speechless, entranced by the performance.
"Holy crap..." Vash mutters, before snapping out of the trance, remembering Kaite.
"Kaite! I need to feed that kid!" Vash panics, as he quickly runs out of the casino, and back to his First Clas room, leaving dust in his wake, not noticing that the curtain was pulled aside a little, as an eye boredly looks at where he was standing earlier, before closing once more.
"Hey, growing boy!" Vash walks into his room, smiling gleefully
"Your mouth is silent but your eyes are speaking. they say, ' I'm starving to death! ' " Vash teases as he rummages through the paper bag, before pulling out a sandwich.
"Here you go." Vash held out the food, as Kaite, with the ferocity of a feral dog, runs up to Vash and roughly grabs the bag of food while invertible slamming Vash into the door, as he savagely eat his way through the bag, Kaite can only nod in thanks at Vash, making the man sigh.
"It really is dark, not a single light to be seen." Vash mutters at the surroundings of the Sandsteamer, drinking a cup of water.
"Oh, yeah? It'll be bright soon enough." Kaite commented, as Vash realized it too late, losing consciousness in his first clas room, his drink has been spiked by the boy.
Kaite can only look at Vash with a bit of guilt, before hiding back into the vents.
"Sorry about that, Mr. Goody-Goody." Kaite apologizes, before rummaging through his pocket, not feeling anything.
"Eh? where did I put-"
"Kaite? Are you here?" A gentle voice whispers, walking into the room he's in.
"Ms. Rose? What are you doing here?!" Kaite got out of the vents, as the masked woman walks in, wearing a white fur coat.
"I wanted to check on you, is that a bad thing?" She teases, smiling cheekily at him, before turning her gaze to the passed-out man on the floor, staring at him blankly.
"...you almost got caught?"
"Yeah...didn't have much of a choice so I spiked his drink, oh! and my sleeping gas is missing!" Kaite panics, patting around himself as he suddenly sees a sleeping gas device in front of him, Rose is handing it to him, smiling teasingly.
"Aren't you glad I checked on you?" Rose teases, as Kaite blushes and takes the device from her.
"Now crawl along now, you know Neon hates it when we're a minute late" (Y/N) commented, patting the boy's head before going back inside the vent, following the plan, leaving Rose with the passed-out man.
Rose simply stared at him blankly, disdain flashing through her eyes, before closing them, sighing as she carefully placed the Humanoid Typhoon onto the bed, looking at the man in sadness, she hesitates, before reaching out to stroke his cheek, looking at him with loaded thoughts, as she stands up from the bed turning to leave, giving him one last glance filled with sadness, before turning to greet the Leader of the gang.
Blasting his way through gate 42, walking in with his outfit covered with numerous lights, is the leader of the Bad Lad Gang himself.
"The ultimate magnificent dreadnought raiders! Bad Lad Leader! Brilliant Dynamites Neon...emerges!!." Neon boasted as he pulled out a pistol that also extended his flashiness, and shoots at a certain wall.
"Now, all that glitters in this ship belongs to me!" Neon claims, and the wall he shot at crumbles, revealing Kaite staring at him blankly, with the masked woman beside him, the white fur coat hides her figure, smiling at him flirtatiously as they walked up to him, her high-heeled boots clanking against the metal hallway.
"And that includes you, my Mourning Rose~." Neon purrs, as he held up her chin, making her look up at him as she chuckles at him.
"Of course, Neon~." Rose reassures, a hand on his chest as Neon wrapped his arm around her waist, pulling her up to him as she chuckles along with him.
"Ehem!." Kaite loudly clears his throat, tired of their handsy moment, as Neon clicks his tongue, unable to scold the boy with the woman in his arm.
"You worked brilliantly, kid. Now gather all of the passengers in one spot." Neon orders, patting the boy's head with his free hand.
"U-understood." Kaite answers, unable to disobey as Rose sadly looks at the boy.
" Rose." Neon quickly calls her, and she smiled up to him as if she has been smiling the whole time.
"Yes, Neon?~"
"Take us to the party room, would ya? Maybe we could also perform a little performance of our own~" Neon suggested, as Rose chuckles up at him.
"I would be honored to, Hubby~"
"REM!" Vash woke up with a start, dreaming about Rem's song as he tears up, before having to stop as his room was suddenly barged into a raider surveying the room, luckily Vash is hidden at the top bunk of the bed, he was unseen as the Hijacker runs out, unable to see anyone.
"What?..."
At the casino, Neon has some of the crew hold his more prolific hostages at gunpoint, with Mourning Rose by his side, as he looks at the jewelry they confiscated in disgust.
"Crud, is that all you, you a bunch of beggars?" Neon snarls, unsatisfied with what little they hauled.
" Don't try to fool me! Where is it!?" Neon demands, yelling at one of the hostages, before one of his crew runs back to the casino.
"Boss!" The lackey called, as he led Neon and Mourning Rose to a giant vault, bringing along a Sandsteamer crew member with them.
"So, they do have one, and a big one at that!." Neon commented, looking at the size of it.
"Open it up for me, would you?"
"It isn't possible to! Not a single person on this ship knows the combination to the safe! And besides, the coded interlocking key is in the city! It's not here!" The crew member reasoned, unable to perform Neon's request.
"What are we going to do, Neon?" Mourning Rose asked, leaning up to him, as he only smirked.
"I see. thanks for telling me. That means we'll have to break it open." Neon smiles sadistically, shocking the hostage crew member as he and Mourning Rose made their way to the control room, stabbing a map on the control panel, right in front of the Helmsman.
"Once we're around the mountain to the right, go straight. In 5 minutes, when we're within sight of the canyon, head north-northeast...and begin accelerating." Neon orders, over the Helmsman, pointing out the windshield.
"At full speed, we'll arrive in 10 minutes. This is our destination, the Enora Precipice."
"What!? A-at least let us unload the passengers! please!" The Captain begs as Neon looks at him mockingly.
"Huh? We risked our lives to get here, you should be expected to risk your lives too."
"you depraved lunatic!" The Captain insults heavily, before getting punched in the face by Neon.
"This is the superexpress to your final blaze of glory! If it's not flashy, what's the point!?." Neon preaches, pulling Mourning Rose closer to him as she can only smile outside, but deep inside, she's panicking.
"Uwaaah...I have my work cut out for me this time, don't I?."
The Sandsteamer heavily rumbles as it sustained damage on the unpaved road, its speed also not helping its case, causing the Helmsman to choose and decide to reach up to a lever to slow down the vehicle, but his hand was stepped on by Neon.
"Come on, what are you doing? Isn't that the brake?"
"We're sworn to protect the passenger of this ship! I can't go against that! Even if it kills me!" the Helmsman swears, glaring at Neon, as he smirked.
"Have it your way." Neon agrees as Mourning Rose shot the Helmsman, knocking him down to his back instantly, he can only groan in pain for a moment before unmoving.
"Rose, why did you shoot? I was planning on shooting him!" Neon whines, as Mourning Rose chuckles, turning around to hold his face.
"Apologies, Hubby, It's just that all I've been doing is be your arm candy this whole time, and my finger began to itch..." Mourning Rose pouted as she started to remove the fur coat, revealing her familiar outfit, shocking the captain.
"You're the woman who performed earlier at the casino! not only that, but you're a notorious outlaw as well! Mourning Rose! The criminal known for dancing over your victim's corpses!"
"Bingo!" Mourning Rose corrects, smiling at the Captain cheerfully as if she didn't just kill one of his crew, the Captain can only shiver at how remorseless she is.
"Oh? your finger started to itch, huh?." Neon smirked, as he began to approach Mourning Rose.
Vash pants as he crawled his way into the control room, trying to stop whoever hijacked the Sandsteamer.
"I can finally tell where I am!" he panted, as he looked through the vents, shocked to see a hunk of a man dressed in white with neon lights, kneeling in front of the masked woman he recognized that performed earlier.
"Shall we? My Mourning Rose?~" the man asked, holding up his hand to the masked woman, who chuckles seductively, taking his hand.
Vash is absolutely astonished at the scene before him "…my god…this… this is…" his eyes widen as he stares at the masked woman. He can't hide the utter shock in his eyes, as she chuckles at Neon, removing her mask "…Y/n..?" he nearly shoved his face down the vent "…it… it can't be!" his eyes are nearly popping out of his head as he looks at the woman, his heart pounding "…is that… is that really her?"
The woman didn't hear Vash, as she took Neon's hand "Let's" And with that, they danced an elegant waltz while the woman shoots at the rest of the crew, she even have guns on her feet, as Neon carries him to his shoulders and spin around, effectively shooting at the crew, all of them knocked out,
VASH watches in awe, he doesn't think he'd ever seen someone shoot quite that skillfully "...god... she's a natural with those guns... she can hit anything with 'em! I've gotta admit, I don't know how to do that feet thing... that's gonna take some pract-" Vash quickly snaps out of his shock, and his face goes stony "...god, why the hell didn't I notice all the bodies earlier? I oughta put a stop to this!"
The waltz ends as Neon dips the woman, their faces close together "That was quite the flashy performance, I hope that satisfied your itch, My rose~." Neon compliments as he kisses the back of her hand, before pulling her up to her feet.
"Oh, thank you, Hubby~" Y/n mutters, holding Neon's cheek, as Vash's stomach dropped at the nickname.
"That's what she always used to call me..."
"I've brought the kid." Neon's henchman announces, as Kaite gasps, seeing that bodies littered the control room.
"Go on!" the henchman pushed Kaite into the control room, making the boy walk up to Neon, who leaned back to the controls pulling Y/n by the waist.
"Now, now, don't look so grim. Sometimes adults have unhappy differences of opinion. I wanted to ask you how to steer this huge clunker" Neon asked, but it sounded more like a demand.
"I don't know the layout of the console...but you need to regulate the amount of CO2 sent to the heating PLANT...and monitor the stress on the boiler. the light and heat to the hydro plant also need to be regulated constantly." Kaite explains, revealing the complexity of the Sandsteamer.
"In other words, it's a pain in the ass. I shouldn't have killed him." Neon spats, glaring at the body of the Helmsman.
"Say...why do you need the steering? It's been accelerating kind of funny...Why don't you just take the goods and split?" Kaite asked, confused.
"Cause the plan's changed, the swag is in a huge safe in the middle of the ship. It's tougher than the usual crap. the worst part of it is, we have no key unless we go to the city! Isn't it sad enough to make you cry? What would you do? the correct response is: you crack the whole thing in half!" Neon grins throughout the explanation, as if it's the most exciting plan he ever made, but frowns in anger when he noticed Kaite isn't responding properly.
"What's wrong?"
"Do anything you want... Do anything you want, but not that!" Kaite begs as Neon looks at him confused.
"You never said you were going to do that! I was only supposed to silence the guards and let you inside! How come we're wrecking the whole ship all of a sudden?! That wasn't part of our deal!!." Kaite cried out, pulling at Neon's collar as tears began to build up from his eyes until Kaite was held up by his head, Neon looks at him unamused.
"Hey, Kid. are you misunderstanding something? I won the goods on this ship...so why do I have t answer to you...before I collect?!" Neon yells as he throws the boy down to the ground, glaring at him.
"You ain't being beautiful!" Neon scolded him as Kaite began to sob, while Rose could only look at them in worry.
"If you're going to use your ship info for a trade...at least prepare for the worst, stupid!." Neon yells, anger evident in his tone, as Kaite pushes himself up by his elbows, coughing some blood and losing a tooth.
"Please...anything but the ship!" Kaite continues to beg as he was suddenly kicked away by Neon.
"Hey, don't be a fool. shut up and do what he says!" Neon's henchman suggests, even he is worried about the boy's well-being.
"Never, This ship is Dad's...This is my Dad's ship!!!." Kaite screams as Neon suddenly rushes up at him, his flashy pistol pointed against the boy's teeth, it clinks as Kaite shakes in fear.
"Enough. I'm short-tempered." Neon grins as he suddenly shoved the pistol more down the boy's throat, grinning madly.
"Go po-"
"Wait, Neon!" Y/n panics, wrapping her arms around his neck.
"Isn't this a bit too much? he's just a kid!" Y/n tries to reason, as she slowly pulls back the arm that has the pistol down Kaite's throat.
"But he's interrupting our plan! and-" Before Neon could even complain, the windshield of the Sandsteamer broke, it was shot at, as a red figure jumps in landing on one of the henchmen and catching the gun falling from midair.
"You okay, squirt? over here!" Vash calls out, as Kaite quickly runs over to Vash's side, hiding behind him.
"Son of a..."
"Pardon me!" Vash shot at the feet of Neon's henchmen, keeping them at bay.
"Don't move now, or you'll get hurt!" Vash tells the henchman before turning to Neon who still has his back to them, but his head turns to the side, able to see them, and finally, Vash noticed Y/n, who still has her arms wrapped around Neon's neck from behind, staring at him with a slitted glance.
"...you're making a big mistake, darlin'." Vash tries to reason, his pistol still pointed at them, "...don't make this harder than it has to be... please..." Vash begs as Y/n continues to look at him with a slitted glance.
"Boss! Sampson was in a passenger cabin!" a Henchman suddenly burst into the control room as Vash realized that Neon's gun was pointed at him and Kaite, shooting away at them, making the two of them flee out of the control room through the windshield, ungracefully falling down to the side of the giant vehicle.
as the two fell, Neon walks up to the broken-in windshield, peering down into the abyss in a bit of confusion.
"Hmm? What's that supposed to be? This is going to be fun!" Neon grins, staring at the darkness Vash and Kaite fell into.
"Hey, doggies!" Neon turns to his Henchmen.
"Yes!?"
"Fetch me a souvenir!"
"Yes!"
"Make it something beautifully gorgeous!"
"Yes!" His Henchmens understood the assignment before leaving the control room, it's only him, Y/n, the captain, and a few who's been keeping guard of the captain now.
"Who is that guy? It seems like he knows you very well, my rose, and whoever he is seems to have brought you in a foul mood" Neon turns at Y/n who's been looking out of the window, disdain flashing through her eyes.
"Let's just say...That he's my old 'Hubby'..." Y/n snarls, her eyes not hiding how much she hates him.
"Oh? So you have a history with my souvenir? well, why don't you go on ahead then?" Neon grins, grabbing her hand and kissing it.
"I'm sure staying in one place and performing for greasy men has made you uneasy, why don't you go ahead and ransack the place as well? you know the plan, my rose?" Neon offers, stroking her cheek reassuringly, as Y/n smiles, leaning into his touch.
" I'd love that, thank you, Hubby~."
Meanwhile, Vash and Kaite pushed their way through the bandits, following Kaite's blueprint of the Sandsteamer.
"Hahaha! What a haul, What a haul!" Vash cheers, running down the hallway with Kaite.
"At the end, take a right!." Kaite navigates, as they reached a room full of tubes.
"I gotcha...these are all voice tubes?" Vash asked, looking around
"Yeah, but...do you think this'll work?" Kaite asks, questioning Vash's plan
"The ball is in motion. we just have to see if they pick up." Vash grins, as all they have to do is wait.
"...Hey Kaite...do you know that lady earlier, right next to that guy?." Vash asked, finally being able to ask about Y/n.
"Who? Ms. Rose?"
"Yeah, her, who is she?."
"I don't know much, she was already with Neon when he first found me, and she's the only one kind to me at the gang, always watching over me, she's the perfect distraction every time we pull a heist, she usually takes care of me out of her goodwill, and with her around, it seemed to have calmed down Neon a bit, but not very much, why? you into her or something?" Kaite asked, suddenly glaring at him.
"W-what!? no! Of course not! just curious cause it's not every day you see a girl with a band of-"
"Hey, scumbags! If any of you drag your heels till time-out, I'll kill you! Bring me the blonde, or else!" suddenly they hear orders coming from the voice tubes, revealing which one is directly in the control room, giving Vash time to bring out his act.
"I'm at the starboard passenger cabins! it's him! the blonde!!" Vash acts, screaming at the voice tubes
"Good, hold him there. I'll send help." Neon orders
"It's no good! he's hid himself with incredible speed!! AAAAARGH!!!" Vash acts out, lightly choking himself to sell the act.
"Ham..." Kaite deadpans, as Vash punches his head while still choking himself.
"Excellent"
"Now I'll be able to guess where they are. But, how am I going to let you know?" Kaite asked, looking at his blueprint as Vash handed him something.
"Isn't this?..."
"Talk into it and I'll hear you. I don't wanna walk into a bunch of 'em in a narrow passageway. I'm counting on you." Vash commented, before turning to leave the room.
"Hold on a second! what are you doing with this lost technology!? who are you!?."
"I'd explain it to you... but you wouldn't believe me and there's no time." Vash replies in a serious tone.
"Anyways, don't worry about little details! see ya!" before Vash could even leave, two bandits had just found where Vash and Kaite is residing, leaving Vash no choice but to shoot them.
"Vash!" Kaite calls out in worry, running out of the room for a bit.
"Goddamn! Why does it start like this!?" Vash panics, before kneeling down beside the bandits
"What is it!?"
"I screwed up. They're bleeding badly! I have to help them!" Vash answers, as he began to treat them.
"Help them? you mean...Do you mean to tell me...you've been trying not to kill them the entire time!?" Kaite realizes, looking at Vash in shock.
"I can't understand you!!" No matter how good a shot you are, you're going to get yourself killed!" Kaite scolded, as he then also realizes that Vash himself has been shot, maybe even injured from his past injuries, but he continues to treat others rather than himself.
"I guess it is kind of stupid of me." Vash grins even through the pain
"That's true...It's sloppy. But, you know what? I made a promise. If I put out even one flame of life...it would make her sad."
"Her..." Kaite mutters
"Don't underestimate the Bad Lad Gang! No, you've got to stop underestimating the entire human race!" Kaite yells as he remembers his past experiences with his parents, the unforgiving planet, and the first time Neon found him.
"Me and them, we've betrayed and let lots of people die. It's too late for us to go back! Your too clean!!!" Kaite tries to talk some sense into Vash, convinced that he's unredeemable.
"Then you should start over." Vash stated as he stood up.
"Your ticket to the future is always...blank." Vash added, a firm with his beliefs before continuing on the plan.
"...Stupid..." Kaite thought as he sits in front of the voice tubes, scattering the bandits.
"Good. keep going straight. there should be a stairway on your right, take it down. don't go anywhere else! that's the only unmanned place." Kaite promises as the door opens to the stairway, only to be greeted with a handful of bandits and its Leader itself.
"Welcome to the party hall. Were my directions clear enough for you?" Neon greets him, grinning viciously at them.
"Kaite...get out of that room, now." Vash mutters into the mic, but not before hearing a familiar hum, before Vash could even process what it was, gunfire erupted, shooting at him, but not a single bullet touched him.
"Hello, Kaite." Kaite flinches in surprise, not realizing that Y/n has been behind him.
"Ms. Rose! It's not what it-" Kaite tries to explain himself, but was stopped when she raises her hand.
"I understand completely, Kaite." Y/n reassures, kindly smiling at him, before the Sandsteamer hit the side of a mountain, as Y/n quickly covers the boy, balancing herself through the ordeal, as the Sandsteamer finally settles, Y/n leans back, looking around.
"Come on, I have a feeling your the only one who can stop this ship." Y/n pulls Kaite out of the room, leading him to the engine hull.
"Ms. Rose! What's happening!? Is Vash alright?"
"Don't worry, he alright, he's at a duel right now with Neon, it will be over in just a bit, we'll need you to help stop this ship." Y/n commented as she continue to walk down the hall with Kaite.
" A duel!? but how would you know that? and how would you know Vash would win?!"Kaite asks, as Y/n chuckles at him.
"Of course I know he would win, he's Vash."
As the two reached near the entrance of the Engine haul, they see three Engineer crews panicking.
"Is there a way to stop the engines?"
"We have to power down the system manually!"
"Where do we do that? This ship is too old!"
"It's in Engine Room no.2. There's an emergency stop lever inside the control system." Kaite answers, holding the blueprint with Y/n on his side.
"You little brat!" one of them tries to take the blueprint but was pointed at gunpoint.
"I would step back if I were you~" Y/n teases, smiling brightly as she points a gun at the hostile engineer, having to back away from the gun.
"So this is how you did it!" The engineer backed away, glaring at the two.
"I'll never forget...how my crewmate was killed right in front of me! I won't accept your help. we'll stop the ship ourselves!" The Engineer sneered, as Y/n could only look at him knowingly.
"Kaite...Kaite. what you gonna do, Kaite?." Vash asked through the device, as Y/n simply looks by the sidelines.
"Yeah, I know. I have to pay for what I've done." Kaite answers as the three engineers ignore them, working on opening the vault.
"4,500 yarz until deadline!" A robotic voice announces, as the three engineers successfully opens the vault.
"4,000 yarz until deadline!" with the 4,000 yarz deadline, they were able to remove the screws.
"All right, open it!!" The engineers worked on opening the vault, as heavy steam blows through them upon opening it.
"3,500 yarz...3000!"
the three engineers look around the vault, trying to find the lever.
"Where's the lever?!"
"What is this!? This place is like a cellar!"
"2,500!"
"Kaite, do all I need to do is go past those pipes and pull that lever?" Y/n asked, turning to the boy, staring at the hot inferno that contains their safety.
"2,000!""
"Yeah! but you're not small enough to go through those pipes! you'll be scalded!" Kaite franticaly informs her as Y/n began wearing one of the heat suits, willing to help
"I few burns won't kill me, but standing around will." Y/n comments as she struggles to wear the small one they have, before Kaite suddenly took it from her, quickly wearing it before she can even stop him.
"Kaite! wait!!" Y/n tries to stop Kaite, but he already run off into the Vault.
"1,800!"
"It's hopeless! we'll never make it!"
"Calm down! think! think!!" The engineer tries to think of another plan but was interrupted.
"Move!" Kaite pushes his way through the vault, before jumping into the flaming hot pipes, searing in pain, as Kaite reaches for the lever, he braises himself for pain, before grabbing and pulling it down.
"Kaite..." Y/n mutters, unable to help as the Sandsteamer, began to stop, another crash resonated outside the Sandsteamer, before completely stopping.
"I..It stop-"
"Please, give Kaite to me!" Y/n quickly requested, as the engineers could not do anything else but help the boy full of burns, into the woman's arms.
"Kaite...you did good, you took responsibility." Y/n mutters at the unconscious boy, before turning to leave.
"Hey you..." The Engineer from earlier snarls, making the woman stop at her track.
"I'll especially never forget about you, Mourning Rose, you don't dance on your victim's corpse, you dance while you're killing them! you're a despicable woman! what do you have to say about my crewmates that you killed!?" The Engineer yells, as his other crewmates restrain him, only to be met with a chuckle.
"Tell them...that I said 'Good Morning'." Y/n cryptically stated, before walking out of the Engine Hull, and meeting up with Neon outside the Sandsteamer, it seems like Neon's backup ride is totaled.
"Don't get the wrong idea. I paid off my wager. next time we meet, it's no holds barred. I'll take that life of yours, count on it." Neon vows, as Vash could only chuckle, leaning onto Milly for support, as they hear the clicking of heels coming from within the Sandsteamer, it was Mourning Rose, carrying a passed-out Kaite in her arms.
"What was that, Neon? you're the one that saved the Sandsteamer?" Y/n teases, grinning cheekily.
"I said I was paying off my wager!! did you not hear it from there!?" Neon screams as Y/n stops by Meryl, Vash, and Milly, she stands by them but not before glancing at Vash blankly
"Sir.! We just saw that the JuLai police are closing in! We have to move out!!" One of Neon's men panics, making him grin his teeth
"That's surprising, I didn't know they'd come here that quick" Vash mutters, before turning at Y/n with a soft smile.
"So... how did you end up with these guys, darlin'? I know you're not one to do something like this unless you have a good reason, so..." he gives her a soft gaze and opens his arms to hug her "...please tell me this is some big misunderstan...." Vash trails off, noticing Y/n has placed the unconscious Kaite into the confused arms of Meryl, as she walks up to Neon.
"God damn it, we don't have enough time to get our goods! Bad Lad Gang! We're movi-" before Neon could even finish, he was suddenly shot in the back making Vash gasp along with Milly and Meryl.
"What the...my Mourning Rose?" Neon could only stare at Y/n in disbelief, collapsing on the ground as he can only watch as she also shot the other members of his Gang.
"My apologies, 'Hubby', but it seems like my work here is done..." Y/n stated, looking at Neon tauntingly.
" How could you do this? I loved you! I gave you everything I have!" Neon tries to struggle but was only shot another time.
"I don't know, have you ever asked yourself, did I ever love you?." Y/n mocks as Neon started to lose consciousness, as Y/n kneels down, smiling mockingly at him.
"Goodbye, Neon, thank you for quite the adventure~." Y/n thanks, but her tone is ridiculing
Neon fully gives her one final glare, before knocking out dead.
"...Y/n..." Vash stares at Diane in horror, as it starts to sink in what she's done, his eyes are filled with tears now "...what... how..." his voice breaks with tears "...don't tell me that you're actually one of those criminals..." he sighs, and his jaw clenches as he asks his next question" ...do you really intend to hurt the people in this Sandsteamer?" his voice has a hint of anger now*
"Me? Killing people? Don't be ridiculous" Diane mocks as she breaks open her revolver to reload, revealing that she's been using tranquilized bullets the whole time "I'm only after his bounty, I'm in cahoots with the JuLai police the whole time" Y/n reveals smirks grinning at Vash's shocked face.
Vash sighed, he was relieved to know that she isn't a cold-blooded killer, but he's still got questions. "...okay, but why? I'm sure you had to do a lot of work to pull this off. I don't think I'd have the patience to plan it out... you are one crafty woman....so why'd you go through with all the trouble of setting this up?" Vash tries to ease up their tension.
"Cause I'm bored and I'm a Bounty Hunter now, the Ghost Lily" Y/n properly introduces herself, Y/n reveals as she walks past Vash, before stopping for a bit, frowning "You better hide if you don't want the JuLai police to turn you in as well, Humanoid Typhoon"
Y/n advised as she took Kaite back into her arms, as all they could do is watch her go.
"...Who was that, Mr. Vash? Your girlfriend!?~"
(A/N: I can finally sleep~)
#vash the stampede x reader#vash x reader#vash smut#tristamp#trigun x reader#pleasebegentlewithmethisismyfirsttimewrittinghere#vash x y/n#Spotify#trigun#98!Vashcoded#SoundCloud
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my wips
i wanted to organise and share my wips and i am actually sorry to whomever has ever tagged me in a tag game, i actually just don't know how to do them✨ if anyone is curious about any of these please do drop me an ask because i do love the sound of my own voice/sight of my own words and will provide detail 😌
okay so we have britcedes (rip to them ig) to start off, rn trying to figure out how the actual fuck i will write lewis' move to ferrari into them:
End Game: okay so a/b/o au where lewis is coparenting his son with his ex (teammate and boyfriend, buy 1 get 1 free) nico rosberg. lewis might have a lot on his plate but he finds himself attracted to his new teammate (he has a bit of a type) and against his better judgement they start up a "thing". what lewis doesn't realise george is absolutely head over heels in love with him and has been for YEARS. but george tries to play it cool, he fails, shit happens, gax happens (yes okay i don't want to fumble with this, max is incredibly complex in this but i still love him in it) but yes they get their end game of course.
Chasing Silver: set in canon universe, starting from the 2021 season. honestly like yeah that's it. i think this fic is just an excuse to ramble about their racing and ever shifting dynamics.
My Girl: OH THIS FIC. its absolutely one of my favourites if not the favourite. so lesbian britcedes, lady louise hamilton is the first black and female driver to make it to f1 and she is the champion of the sport. its 2022, she has won 7 wdcs and is looking for one more but it is just not clicking, neither is her personal life really. love left her a long time ago, walked away on 6 inch red stilettos. but enter george russell (yes her name is george and no it is NOT short for georgia and yes she will correct you on that every single time) louise's new teammate alex albon's race engineer. all george ever wanted was everything and being louise's girl might just give it to her or maybe it will be what takes it it all?
then there is gax my beloveds, i adore writing them, gax nation will always have my loyalty, i really want them to give me more this season:
Lovely: this is a/b/o, childhood sweethearts, non-driver george, son of toto wolff au i have shared snippets of before. writing this fic feels never ending and i am slowly losing my mind haha but its still! my! baby! and! i! won't! abandon! it!
Mad Max's Princess: this is pure self indulgent fluff. girl george who is once again is casted as alex albon's race engineer in this fic. her (mostly) loving boyfriend of 10 years is none other than rival team red bull racing's star and the reigning world champion. the guy they have to beat to get her driver and team to the top. oh when the love of your life is your biggest fan and your biggest hater. this is gax, of course hijinks ensue.
Fire & Blood: medieval fantasy/game of thrones (a song of ice and fire for the ones who know) au with a/b/o dynamics. mercedes are the rulers of the land and their dragons' fire melted the gold in their crowns and the moulded their iron throne. but a dragon can die and a dragon can be killed. a dragon can be shot from the sky and brought down to earth or a dragon can be trapped in a dungeon till it can fly no more. a dragon's neck can be pierced by a lion's teeth.
galex because okay who am i to argue against true love and george's russell's wishes:
Hell is a Teenager: this is a pretty dark fic where i actually do some social commentary on the a/b/o universe. so george and alex are neighbours and the best of friends who are just on the edge of more. at 14 george presents as an omega and is shipped off to an all-omega private boarding school. alex doesn't hear from him till their final year of high school and all of a sudden george is back in town. he is not the same boy that cried in alex's arms the night before he left begging for him to love him. george has changed even if no one else can tell, what happened in there? why is he back? why does alex's heart still give a stutter when he looks into those blue eyes? even if those eyes no longer sparkle. *sigh* yeah this is a toughie
lastly there is my landoscar wip, they write themselves into ffs not us:
The Only Exception: another a/b/o au (one hit wonder i know), basically its the good boy/play boy trope. lando can't get his shit together and oscar is too oblivious for his own good. it would be angst if they weren't so incredibly adorable and down bad for each other.
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OKG YOUR HEIZOU HCS ARE GIVING ME THE STRENGTH OF 1000 MEN HOLY 😩
ok, when i tell you kisses are my favorite form of affection, i MEAN that, while reading your drabble of heizou interrupting you with a kiss.. ISTG IT FUELED SOMETHING IN ME (ty ty ty)
this is going to be on my mind for weeks, so i wanted to share what my pile of thoughts came up with.
cw: a little suggestive(?) nothing is implied or expressed but i’d say it’s up there (not to high up the ranks) so a warning just in case ^^
you were rambling, as per usual, it’s practically a routine.
daily, you would share something interesting you found out and share it with your boyfriend. and you must have the hearing of archon because boy, the stuff you hear around Inazuma is enough to get you flying home as soon as possible. and ever since then, it’s become mandatory to share the even the littlest things with him; and he loves it.
you walk to your shared home excitedly, ready to share your new found facts with heizou.
as soon as you enter, you’re surprised to see two chartreuse eyes staring right back at you.
“oh, finally,” your boyfriend sighs dramatically. “i’ve been waiting for you since the beginning of forever.” he emphasizes his words.
“oh please..” you roll your eyes in his direction, “and get ready because these facts will change your life, i assure you!” you exclaimed.
“alright, enlighten me.” he humors you.
“ok, so there were these two women at uyuu restaurant, right? and one of them, was sharing facts about her birth land, liyue. she expressed to her friend that she is extremely homesick and misses her family in liyue, but moved because of school; a-anyways, she said that in liyue, has the longest history of civilisation. and that the country has been going through phases of modernisation and industrialisation dating back to over 4000 years ago!”
you ramble on and on after (subconsciously) eavesdropping on this poor stranger’s conversation for a few more minutes before losing your steam.
you finally finish talking and turn to see your lover’s priceless expression. “..i am both fascinated and weirded-out.. how long were you listening to their conversation?” he asks while successfully keeping his “what-the-fuck?” expression, but you do catch his oh-so-familiar teasing green orbs eying you. “hah.. let’s not sweat the details now!” you conjure.
you swear it’s not like you intentionally eavesdrop on people! but why stop now when these lovely strangers stop you from taking a trip to the nearest library?
away in thought, you swear there was more that the girl had said.. rummaging your brain to remember, it’s not another personal fact about her life you think, but you recall it being another fact about liyue, although she was not speaking so fondly this time when sharing this.
“oh!” you cry out. “also, did you know that due to the high population in liyue, traffic snarl-ups are extremely comm- mmph!-”
faster than you can blink, heizou’ lips are covering yours, swallowing your sounds of surprise. as he pulls away, he murmurs a ‘gotcha,’ but you weren’t listening to him all that well, in a daze.
“heizou.. do you even know what i was going to say before you rudely interrupted me?” you inquire, though, not complaining—that’s for sure.
“of course,” his lips quirk into a grin, a movement that your eyes follow. “that traffic in liyue is quite common, right?” every time he speaks, your gaze can’t help but travel down to his lips and up to his eyes again, and you secretly wonder if he had planned this—with his overly attractive, one-of-a-kind-self..
“you attention seems to be elsewhere, so i’ll amuse you.”
he leans in to kiss you and you meet him halfway.
you’re so greedy, you think, to so eagerly be slotting your lips on his, ruining him for anyone else, and because your eyes are closed, you fail to see the way heizou secretly *loves* it. the way his cheeks darken, and the he moves he hand in your hair to not only deepen the kiss, but to tangle his fingers in your tresses as well.
you both break apart to breathe, but in seconds, you both desperately lean back into each other. he chuckles into your mouth, and breathily hums when you grip his shirt, a noise you all-to-enthusiastically-consume.
when you both lean back for oxygen, you bite his lip, and soak in the way his eyes widen, and the way he averts his eyes.
the once silent room filled with nothing but your lips connecting is now filled with breathless panting from you both.
after a few moments, heizou speaks.
“i love you,” he says breathlessly, closing his eyes and letting his head fall onto your shoulder.
“and i, you.”
i was originally not supposed to type this much but i think i got a little carried away. thank you for giving my brain something to feast on. 🙇♀️🙏
when i tell you i was internally screaming while reading this…
thank you for this piece of art
i will treasure it for years to come
#heizouuuu#why can’t you be real#damn it#heizou#heizou x reader#shikanoin heizou x reader#anon ask#i would gladly ramble about anything and everything for two days straight if it meant this would happen to me
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Who Are You?
“I’m sorry, who are you again?”
“Miss Astoria Greengrass.”
“Right, sorry. I know I asked you that earlier, but I almost instantly forgot. I’m sure Malfoy will be back any minute now.”
“One hopes. Have you been sharing an office with him for long?”
“Oh, ever since we left Hogwarts and started working together — here at the Ministry.”
"And you were Head Boy and Head Girl together, correct? For your last year at Hogwarts?"
“Yes. We were already well accustomed to sharing space and working together, which is why being officemates has gone so well over the past two years, Miss Greensleeves.”
“Greengrass.”
“Right. Sorry. Merlin — it’s like you almost leave no impression at all.”
“Miss Granger. Perhaps I’d better just leave a message? When you see my betrothed please inform him that I believe I have found a way to break the magic on the arrangement, so Draco will be free to marry someone of his choosing.”
“I will make sure that I pass along your message, Miss Greengrass.”
“Yes, I’m sure you will. I believe I have a better idea as to why he feels the matter is so pressing. Glad your memory for detail has returned. I understand that normally you are quire famous for it.”
“Miss Greengrass, I am so sorry — “
“Please, call me Astoria. I may not want to be the next Lady Malfoy, but I am still quite invested in seeing Draco happy. I expect we’ll be seeing each other in the future.”
“Oh.”
“I’ll see myself out. Goodbye Miss Granger.”
“Hermione is fine.”
“Goodbye, Hermione.”
“Goodbye, Astoria. Thank you.”
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“Excuse me, Malfoy?”
“Yes Granger, what can I do for you.”
“Um, Astoria was here earlier and she asked me to relay a message.”
“That’s strange. What’s the message?”
“She said that she found a way to break the magic on the betrothal and that you would be able to marry whomever you chose.”
“Oh? Seems odd for Astoria to have been so upfront about it to my colleague, even if we do share an office.”
“Yes, well about that. I wasn’t being very nice to her and she seemed to be under the impression it was because I was jealous.”
“Is that so?”
“Apologies, allow me to clarify. She was under the correct assumption that I was jealous.”
“You needn’t be jealous Granger. Of anyone. I’ve only had eyes for you since 8th year.”
“Well, it doesn’t matter where you eyes are if the rest of you is married to someone else.”
“But that isn’t any issue any more, if Tori is correct.”
“I’d like more certainty on that first.”
“You’ll have it by the end of the day, Granger. Count on it.”
“Believe me Malfoy, I am.”
#dramione#dramione drabble#dramione ficlet#dhr#dhr drabble#draco malfoy#hermione granger#astoria greengrass#draco x hermione#draco malfoy x hermione granger#author: thelashjedi#thelashjedi
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Have you "come out" with your identity to your parents/friends? How did you do it? Completely ok if you don't wanna answer or give too many details. Hope ur safe and happy
hi! i don't mind answering at all ! ! im gonna put this under read more for the sake of not throwing a wall of text on peoples dashes
i have come out to my parents, and as for friends, ive only ever had to come out to one because the rest are lgbt in some way LMAO 😭 i dont know anyone close to where i live so thats a bit of a cheatcode. in an evil way because the con is i dont know anyone near me wouldnt recommend to be fair BUT !
it was like, years ago now, so the details are a bit foggy, but i literally just sat them down while shaking in my boots and told them , said i had something i wanted to tell them all and came out, it wasnt too complicated for me since my family is like...well, theyre not hateful, i'm not going to call them allies considering the first thing they told me was that they found my identity too hard to grasp 💀
i eventually confronted them on that and it didnt do much either, they use the proper pronoun more often in front of my friends but never really when im alone and they have a bunch of other issues with that stuff, theyre like, the type that think theyre progressive but arent lol. I.e i used he/him for a friend for months and they did too but they heard the friend is trans and immediately stumbled using she/her constantly and were like oh well im not used to it 🥺🥺 girl wtf youve been using he/him for months!! so stuff like that yk?
as for the One Cishet Friend I Met On A Game, i also just sort of did the same thing? he was a lot more accepting though, very sweet, he was googling what pronoun to use in his native language for me so that was a lot more touching after my last experience 😭
it's a bit annoying but i dont really put much mind to it! i dont really care what my family thinks anymore on that even if its bothersome, ive got a lot bigger fish to fry with my family LMAO and boy are they frying... theyre positively cooking
i hope that answers sorry i don't have many details i have poor memory also it just wasn't very eventful aside from me being very anxious each time
HOWEVER this gives me the chance to share my favourite story to share with people because its so stupid. OK SO! about a year before i came out? idk, my mom literally asked if i was gay 😭😭 and i was closeted so i was like shaking in my boots and i was like no why.. and she said because i never had a crush on a fictional male character, like my sister liked shrek as a kid so she "knew.." she was straight it LINGERS IN MY MIND ITS SO FUNNY LMAO like please diagnosed as gay by your mother because you didnt get a crush on shrek. DIAGNOSED AS STRAIGHT BECAUSE YOU DID GET A CRUSH ON SHREK ?? I literally like men too though so she was right but also not but also what the hell LMAO
i hope youre safe and happy too! ♥️♥️tyvm for being sweet feel free to send any more asks if i didnt cover something! i havent eaten breakfast yet so im a bit scattered im gonna do that 🫡
anyone whos read this far gets a gold star 🌟
#oatmeal timeeeeeeee#hopefully idk ill find something else if that doesnt work out but i want my oat meal </3#ask#pers
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Omg I love DnD and I love this concept 😍 Can you share any more details? Like have you settled on specific character classes for everyone yet? And have you already created some art for the story?
hiiiiiiiii thank you so much for the ask!!!! I love talking about this stupid concept that has been rotting in my head since 2021 😬💖 and oh well, this one is gonna be long but if you also have any ideas I would love to hear them 🥰💘💕💖💕
But okay, I lied because I have two concepts related to high fantasy ( I am so normal about this lol)
For the "main" project I went with Pathfinder 1e because it has so many classes to choose from, that I didn't have to rely on homebrew stuff (and because I had to learn how this system works and after 5 years I still don't get some of the stuff 😅), so I settled on:
Joel as a haunted spiritualist looking to get rid of his phantom (spellcaster with occult magic and a "pet" aka phantom)
Niko as an urban skald who pledged to retake his family's ancestral land (d&d's bard/barbarian multiclass, probably will change the backstory because it feels too meh).
Joonas as a flamesinger bard, he's just some lucky guy and nothing bad has happened to him (yet), other than some tasteless patrons disliking his music
Olli as a stargazer oracle searching for many answers in the stars (kiiiiinda like a cleric, but not devoted to any or to a single god)
Tommi as an aspect of the bear shifter whose druidic circle succumbed to corruption (melee shapeshifter, kinda like d&d's circle of the moon druid)
Aleksi as a universalist arcanist tasked with paying back a heavy family debt and no, it isn't related to money at all (d&d's sorcerer/wizard multiclass, he gets to summon a familiar and ofc it's Rilla 🥰)
If I go with that, I'm going to use Paizo's Pathfinder main campaign setting because I really don't want to come up with the worldbuilding lol (tbh that would imply creating a lot of everything from scratch, unless I actually go 100% insane and do it........)
The 2nd one is another fantasy AU where they are tieflings because who doesn't love tieflings???? I used d&d 5e and assigned one ability score to each of the boys:
Strength: Tommi as a Zariel bloodline tiefling, Path of the Totem Warrior (bear ofc) Barbarian (he strong)
Dexterity: Aleksi as a Mammon bloodline tiefling, Arcane Trickster Rogue (he's a rich little shit who loves to steal for fun)
Constitution: Joel as a Levistus bloodline tiefling, Blood Hunter from the Order of the Profane Soul with an Undead patron (I know it's mouthful but yeah.....)
Intellect: Olli as a Mephistopheles bloodline tiefling, Artillerist Artificier (and before anyone says oh but Olli is a dumbass, why intelligence? Listen. He's actually smart, but he's sooooo forgetful that not all his creations succeed...)
Wisdom: Niko as a Baalzebub bloodline tiefling, War Domain Cleric (originally I wanted to assign him the strenght attribute and Tommi would have the wisdom one, but I feel it works better this way. Niko seems to be a very wise dude IRL and not as physically strong as Tommi)
Charisma: Joonas as an Asmodeus bloodline tiefling, Wild Magic Sorcerer (I really really wanna homebrew a devil bloodline for this)
I haven't thought of any backstories or a storyline for this AU, I'm just vibing with the concept 😅 a lof of inspiration for the designs (that are in my mind ofc) comes from Pointy Hat's tiefling video, which please go watch if you haven't, it's an amazing channel.
I have a complicated relationship with art due to Not Having Enough Time And Skill. I tried to make some art back when I was choosing the horns and skin tones for tiefling!Olli, but I got frustrated and left it there to rot lol (+ i didn't like the style + took too much time)
For skin tones + eye color variation: red / purple / blue
Zoom of the two concepts I "finished" 😬 (smooth vs ribbed horns)
But yeah, that's mostly it! I wish I had more to show you, but I'm hoping to have enough time work on the tiefling!AU around December or early 2024😊
Again, thank you for enabling me to ramble about something I really really really love 🥺💕💖💘💖💕💖
#asks#smolpieceoftoast#any additions or questions or anything are obviously welcome 💖#how the fuck do i tag this#long post
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You have no idea how fast I dropped everything when I got the notification that you posted 🥹 I'm so obsessed with these series please 😭 (I've just always ADORED the trope of found family - maybe this is also one of the reasons why I love kpop groups lmao, anyway)
THIS WAS SO WKNCOSIDJFJF 🥵 OMG PLEASE. First of all, how do you come up with this. I really really love all the kinds of relationships and types of sex you've explored so far in this, it feels different everytime, especially depending on the couple, and I don't really know how to explain but the dynamics of them reflect so well when they get intimate??? It's just so lovely to read.
Now, Chris in that last one. Wow. It was so so interesting to read his perspective. We all know that he's just so selfless and kind, of course he'd be like that regarding love too. Poor boy deserves all the love he can get. You could really feel how whipped he was from the beginning and how his yearning kept growing more and more 🥹
And oh boy, reading the scene when his rut hits from his perspective. The way he struggled to control his urges, it was so intense. BUT BOY HIS REACTION WHEN HE REALIZES THAT SHE WANTS HIM TOO.
And lastly, the thighs. I really really love all the attention they get in this. Very well deserved in my opinion. And please the way he shyly asked to fuck them lmao eyfkfjsi 🤸🏻♀️ I've seen this mentioned before but as someone with thicker thighs this feels so good to read 💖
Lmao this was so long, I'm just really happy you seem to enjoy writing this as much as we enjoy reading it. tysm for sharing your writing, really 🫶🏼
Hope you have a nice day/night, I'm about to catch a flight and daydream about werewolves for three hours lol 😆
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aaaaaaaaaaaaa bb this is so detailed, i'm super flattered you took the time to send me this omg
how do i come up with this??? honestly??? i have no clue, i'm just vibing lmao. guess i just have these abstract concept related to each couple in my brain and every time i'm writing for one i just pull from those.
also writing his perspective of the rut scene was soooooo fun !! i remember when i was writing ICO i had like, this idea of what might be going through his head at the time, but actually sitting down and writing it down just gave him so much more personality i feel like...
listen, big thighs are amazing. respectfully??? nom nom nom, love them big thighs, they deserve all the attention in the world. i love how adding this aspect to these stories have made so many people happy tbh. especially bc at the beginning it was something i added just because? i just felt like it so i added it and people liked it and it's nice. if it helps anyone feel better about themselves then it's 100% worth it.
i have SO much fun writing for this AU (and writing in general), and honestly, i'd still do it even if i weren't publishing them online bc i enjoy it that much, but being able to share something that gives me joy with people, and people also getting joy from it is suuuper lovely, it's one of the best things of sharing content within a fandom, so i really appreciate when y'all write to me about these things 💜
hope you have a nice/day too and that your flight goes well bb !!
#i'm lovingly kissing your forehead right now#you're so cute#🍒 anon#ask#wereroomies ask#alpha dog my beloved
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Howdy Limey!
I hope this finds you in good health and in good cheer! I've no idea if you're participating in f/ovember or not but if you are, I have questions for Aniketos and Sirius (and if you aren't, then please know I'd still love to hear your answers regarding these two!)
For Aniketos: What is a quiet, small detail about Aravor that endears you to them? Have you ever told them about this observation?
For Sirius: How does Limey inspire you to be the best version of yourself you want to be?
Clover @tex-treasures
P.s. dear Limey, please remember my ask box is open anytime you'd like to chat about things irl that made you happy, good news you've come across, celebrations you want to share, and of course, you're always welcome to share your hard thought information about your s/is or gush about your f/os!
hello Clover~! lovely to see you drop by, we're continuing a long week but hopefully hopefully some rest will come on Sunday. tehcnically
no F/Ovember for me this year due to private commission work, preparations for Christmas, and other work, but thank you for dropping by the questions regardless! I'll bring the boys right in:
Aniketos: "Hello Clover! Lovely seeing you around this neck of the woods, I hope you're well.
When it comes to Aravor, they do have a tendency to hide all their smaller actions underneath bigger ones - their affection, their gift-giving, even when they're tired and ask for company to sleep with. However I have noticed that when they smell something they like, their nose wrinkles up like a small cat! Considering what they are, I do find that very amusing. I haven't told them to their face though, if anything because they may try to hide it, and a nymph has to have some measure of fun in life."
Sirius: "Hey! Clover! How you doing, how's it been? Hope you and Ozzy are holding out alright?
Oh, wow, we're going right for the heart-strings on this one. Look, Limey is...they choose kindness every day. They do their best to be kind to anyone and everyone. It doesn't matter how often that might hurt them, they don't stop choosing that, just in case it makes someone's else's day better. Now, I didn't always believe that people like that could be around. I figured it was a, uh...dog-eat-dog world so to speak. I never really had the guts to fight for myself, I got too caught up in fighting for others without expecting anyone to do the same. I didn't expect their kindness. So I try to be more kind too. To them, if no-one else. Because damn, there's gotta be someone out here looking after the ones that are looking after everyone else."
(I may drop by your ask-box some more in the future, I'd love to ramble more about Angor and Avalon with you~!)
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#5
CYNO
please be careful next time
Fluff
MASTERLIST
requested by @endling411 @koaluna on discord
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Summary: Cyno gets hurt while in a fight. You take responsibility of taking care of him.
Warnings? SMALL detail of injuries! Mentions of blood! NO MENTION OF DEATH. UNDER THE CUT‼️
Also I sorta made up my own mini-quest-like-thing, so don’t quote me on anything. Only so the story could move on.
Includes Traveler, Paimon, and of course Cyno!
“Your sins weight upon you- AGH!” Cyno began but was soon knocked back with a few bruises already appearing. He had used all his stamina and extra strength to finish off whatever was left of his enemy. Once the enemies were defeated, he sat on the sand, boiling in the desert heat even though he should be used to it by now. He looked over to his thigh and up to his upper arm; cuts more severe than the others.
He soon walked back to Aaru Village once he had enough energy. He heard quiet gasps and whispers as he walked through, not batting an eyelid to anyone by him, they didn’t even bother to rush forward to help him.
But someone did when he got back to his shared house in the village.
With you.
And that person who noticed, was you.
You were cleaning up when he walked through, yet you didn’t look over to him, “Hey Cyno” you said before turning, “how was- oh my archons!” You put everything in your hands down before rushing over to help him sit down, “what happened?”
He sighed as you helped him take his headdress off, “there were more eremites than I thought. They bought more backup and I found them all alone. I thought I could take them but I… I couldn’t” he sounded deflated, which was definitely something unseen from him, same time you quickly gathered some first aid, “I thought I could do it.”
“Well you did” you said honestly, soon sitting down in front of him with a bowl of warm water and a towel to clean his wounds, “you defended yourself and whoever else was around.”
He sighed.
The first part you cleaned was his thigh, and boy was he not impressed. The second the warm damp towel lightly touched the area, he hissed.
“It can’t be that bad” you said.
“You try fighting on the hot sand every day!”
“Surely not every day.”
He went silent after that.
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he didn’t even crack a joke. weird.
…
“I’m sorry you have to do this” he mumbled eventually after a little while of silence.
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#4
DILUC
another day at the Mondstadt
Some Fluff
MASTERLIST
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Summary: You’re new to Mondstadt, upon looking around, you soon find yourself in the Angels Share, where you meet a fiery headed bartender.
Warnings? Nope!
Includes Kaeya, Rosaria, Venti, and of course Diluc!
There are many things in Teyvat that Diluc doesn't want you near; monsters, unfamiliar strangers, and well... Kaeya. Sometimes. Especially when he's been drinking. Oh, and that Bard too. When he's been drinking too, he reeks of wine.
This reason is because years ago, in the first week when you first came to Mondstadt, you came to the Angels Share to try out the local alcohol, as well as the infamous dandelion wine.
After soon finding out about not being a fan of the stuff, you just asked for grape juice. To which the bartender happily complied.
He introduced himself as Diluc. Diluc of Mondstadt. Who is not interested in idle chitchat, so you’ve heard.
From seeing him from afar, you've gathered that he's a rather quiet, kept-to-himself person. He goes out of Mondstadt a lot too.
Especially in evenings, that you've noticed.
You would both see each other around the city, a little often.
Then it grows more and more.
You both talk more.
Get a long more and learn about each other more.
He never mentioned Kaeya, and that was Okay with you. You didn't want to pressure or upset him by any means.
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41 notes - Posted November 25, 2022
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SCARAMOUCHE
Aka, The Wanderer
monster
Angst
MASTERLIST
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Summary: Scaramouche has never seen such power. Never mind in you. Even he never wanted this much power.
Warnings? Angst. Mentions of death. Dottore my husband appearance. Detail of surgical injury. Mention of major character death.
Includes The Doctor, aka Zandik, and Scaramouche/Wander of course!
Also Wanderer talent spoilers‼️‼️
reader has a fighting style like Ei
What has he done?! Is all that went through Scaramouches wild mind. HOW COULD HE?!
No one has seen him as angry as this.
Not even you.
Even if you were unconscious on the surgical table in front of him.
“Ah yes, The Balladeer, or, should I say The Wanderer?” he heard a chuckle come from behind him. He spun around to see a familiar person. Zandik. Also known as The Doctor, “hope you don’t mind me using your little friend as the subject of my experiments. They are… quite the forte.”
“The Doctor. What kind of experiments?!” Scaramouche yelled back at him, he glanced to the side of him only to see no change of your current position.
He had noticed some scars along your arms and torso that seem to be fresh.
“Nothing much apart from some modifications. Only to make them seem better, yes?” He laughed with his devilishly pointy teeth, walking close to Scaramouche and the table with you laying still atop it, “make them more of a… weapon. Something that has no mercy and that can cut through just about anything.”
A weapon? What form of weapon?
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49 notes - Posted November 25, 2022
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ALBEDO
can i rely on you to stop me?
ANGST, also slight comfort at the end :3
MASTERLIST
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Summary: my own twist on Albedos part from the 2.3 trailer.
Warnings? A N G S T!
Contains Sus-bedo, a mention of Klee and Sucrose, and Albedo of course!
Was originally written before the release of 2.3!
This idea really reminded me of this TikTok)
Finished writing this on the tram home from college lmao
Klee stood behind your legs, shaking, peaking around you to look at Albedo. Well… who claims to be Albedo.
No one has ever seen her as scared as she currently was. With tears in her eyes she looked around the lab was now a mess as things had been tipped over and thrown around.
Albedo was in the centre. On his knees. Clearly in distress as he couldn't find his alchemy notes.
Even though he told you to please take care once the problem arose…
But that wasn’t all…
He looked up to you and Klee, you both noticed the definite change in his eyes. You knew it wasn't him. Klee knew it wasn't him. You knew that he knew better to keep things tidy, as he already had trouble finding things anyway.
The calm and quiet person that you knew was now the exact opposite.
Then you noticed the reason.
The star on his neck was gone.
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74 notes - Posted November 28, 2022
My #1 post of 2022
TIGHNARI
my favourite art subject
Fluff
MASTERLIST
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Summary: you have been working on something while away from home. And you can’t wait to show Tighnari!
Warnings? Nope!
Includes Collei and of course Tighnari!
I’ve been studying art for nearly 8 years so how could I not?
They call you the Leonardo Da Vinci of Teyvat. Someone who can create literal masterpieces. Be it of people, buildings or landscapes, you can do it in your own unique style. Your pieces of work are in all corners of Teyvat, from the deserts of Sumeru to as far as the Kamisato Estate in Inazuma, owned by the Kamisato siblings. All so valuable.
One of, if not thee, favourite subject of yours was your lover, one of the leading Forest Rangers. Or better known as Tighnari.
He LOVED your work with how you process your different methods and techniques. One of his favourites is still an ongoing project, it was a very detailed painting of Gandharva Ville. But for now, it stood on the easel in your shared living room as you were away on a commission in Inazuma. But seeing as you went after the Vision Hunt Decree was over, he had no worries about you being able to come home. But he was for some reason. Maybe because it was the first time you had been over seas in a while without him or his protection, as he has always been protective over you.
At the start and end of every day of your absence, he would see the painting, catch himself stare at it for a while, making him late for whatever he had to do, longing for it’s completion. Whilst on patrol, he can only think about what you’re doing and if you’re Okay.
Which you are.
You both sent letters to each other a lot when you’re in your travels, sometimes Tighnari would ‘accidentally’ write so much the letter would be at least a few pages thick, which you happily read it all and replied to every single question he asked, making your letter in response quite thick too.
“Master?” He heard a familiar muffled voice as he looked far into the distance beyond East of The Chasm, but payed no attention, “Master Tighnari!” He shook his head at the voice and a hand waving in front of his face.
“Oh. Collei” he cleared his throat as he stood up with a light sigh, making sure to dust off his tail, “ready to go?”
“Yep! I have my med pack, some extra supplies, my floral ring and my trusty Cuilein-Anbar!” She smiled as she quickly rummaged around her pack to quickly see if she’s forgotten anything.
“But we’re only going on patrol, we don’t need so much stuff” he put a hand on his hip.
“But as you say when someone’s hurt in battle, ‘safety first!’” He said in her best Tighnari impression that he could only chuckle over.
“Yeah… that’s true.” His ear twitched.
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TOKYO REVENGERS + S/O WITH A SIXTH SENSE
pairing: mikey, chifuyu, baji, draken x gn!reader (separate)
genre: fluff, some angst, swearing
request: Hi° can i ask a headcanons for mikey, chifuyu, baji, and draken with an s/o who has sixth sense, it's omay if you don't want to <33 have a great day okay !!
a/n: thanks for requesting! i haven't written something like this before so i had to do some research, i really hope it's okay <3 comments/feedback are so appreciated !
warnings: this post contains spoilers from the tokyo revengers manga
MIKEY:
remember that one time he felt a little sus over takemitchi being able to predict future trouble for toman? yeah, he'd notice that you have the same sort of deal to you
not necessarily in a bad way, he'd think its pretty cool that you have some sort of sixth sense- he'd kinda talk to everyone about it like it's normal lol
although, we know mikey is extremely stubborn, once he's made the choice to do something he will proceed with it and its hard for anyone- even you- to stop him
however, you once told him about an upcoming fight you felt was going to end bad, but he swiftly disregarded you for it
turns out, someone ended up getting heavily injured by the opposing gang
ever since that mistake, he would tell himself and others to stear clear of things that you deemed dangerous
because by that time, you've ended up being correct more than once
something like this:
"mikey, i don't have a good feeling about this. please don't do anything rash.."
"oh? then consider it cancelled baby! <3"
CHIFUYU:
straight up thinks you're so cool
he'd totally believe if you confessed you felt as if you had some sort of sixth sense
he'd even go: "honestly, you seem so intuitive, yet you're so careful with your actions.. does that make sense..? :0"
whenever you feel as if something is concerning, chifuyu will immediately guide you away from the cause
"nope nope no, let's go baby! yup! we're leaving :D"
there is no way he will allow for you to get into any sort of trouble, not when he's with you
he cherishes you so so much and to have you in danger makes his heart drop out his ass
i think what he'll appreciate most is your empathetic personality, you really pay attention to the closer details in a person and are able to share feelings and emotions with them instantly
it amazes him how you can quickly calm down the rasher members (cough baji keisuke cough)
HONESTLY, chifuyu's probably asked you: "say y/n.. can you teach me how to develop a sixth sense too?
BAJI:
thinks its so badass
has probably told you so much fucking tea about members and
finds it HILARIOUS when you tell that you agree/get the same vibe from them
"RIGHT? he's fucking sus to me, im so glad you get the same feeling."
you tell him that just by meeting a person once, you immediately sense a sort of aura from them; baji is shocked when you tell it that it can be negative at times
"some people are asses, and it shows in their everyday normal face. you can never trust anyone too easily"
"this is why you're the coolest. i completely agree with you." he'd tell you
you met kisaki before when he joined toman, and had a conversation with him and hanma together once or twice
that alone was enough for you to warn baji about the pair
"baji.. those two seem weird. i don't know if you feel the sa-"
he'd interrupt you with a wide grin: "no!- that's exactly how i feel y/n! im not surprised that you caught on too."
baji explained what he saw, and his plan to "betray" toman to get insight on valhalla and the pair
after some consolidation, you agreed with his plan. quite frankly, you admired him so much for his bravery and loyalty to his friends
yet, who knew it'd end so tragically?
DRAKEN:
he'd probably be a little confused at first but the most mature about it later on?? does that make sense..
"a sixth sense? like that movie with the little boy?"
"uh.. sure."
he's got the spirit! but, he'd be curious and would like to learn more to further understand you as a person and as his s/o
once you tell him about your ability to do various things a regular person probably wouldn't be able to, he'd begin to comprehend the concept more
would most likely do some research when he's home alone
after that he, like chifuyu, would think you're pretty fucking cool and would take full responsibility of keeping you and himself out of trouble
probably says some shit like: "if y/n doesn't like it, neither do i."
moving onto the night of august 3rd: the festival that everyone including draken and yourself, were excited to attend
however, despite getting dressed and heading out to the event together hand in hand, you couldn't shake this feeling that something horrible was going to happen
you weren't sure exactly what, but something..
draken noticed this, and kissed your held hand, ushering you to relax and enjoy the night
unfortuantely, we all know how the night progressed, moebius attacked toman and draken ended up deeply wounded
in the ambulance with him, you wouldn't stop the tears from falling
'if only i had listened to myself, draken wouldn't have gotten himself hurt.'
as if he subconsciously heard you, the hand you tightly held squeezed yours slightly
it was draken's own way of letting you know that 'im still here, there's absolutely nothing to worry about'.
<3
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exactly the spring
Pairing/setting: Ushijima Wakatoshi x Fem!Reader, college!AU
Summary: Reserved biology student Ushijima finds himself falling in love when you, an adorably disorganized art student, wander into the greenhouse.
Word Count: 3.4k
Warnings: fluff, kissing
AN: Hi!! So, the inspiration for this one sprang from the beautiful, sexi brain of Emme ( @doinmybesthere ) way back in MARCH ahem anyway, it's done! I hope it's just as soft and intimate as you envisioned<33 Also, big shoutout to my beautiful friends Arobi ( @daqueenobooty ) and Cee ( @spacelabrathor ) for being wonderful betas and giving me such kind comments:) I hope you enjoy, and as always don't be shy about leaving comments or coming to chat! Be kind to yourselves and others. ~valkyrie
p.s. check out this amazing art that @/54prowl made of plant boy ushi!! :D
Plants don’t talk back, Ushijima learned as a toddler. He’d babble to them in nonsensical phrases as his mother worked in the garden, and they’d only sway in the wind and listen, waxy under his chubby fingers.
A volleyball doesn’t talk back, either, not even through its bounces and echoes on hands and hard surfaces. It doesn’t listen as easily as plants, but can be herded and shaped like putty into a winning thing if you touch it right. This, Ushijima learned at his father’s hand and carried with him through childhood and adolescence.
The joy and puzzlement of you is that you do both. You listen so intently and openly with your steady eyes and soft body as the words pour out of him. And then, you reply. With your clear voice and new perspective, you offer something new. You offer companionship.
It was the second week of spring semester that you wandered into the greenhouse, eyes lit by the sun and sketchbook under one arm. Ushijima was repotting a large fern, dirt up to his elbows as he kneeled on the floor. He barely gave you a second glance, preoccupied with nestling the plant’s root system comfortably.
You settled a short distance away, crossing your legs to sit on the tile floor in front of an orange tree to sketch its still-closed flower buds with charcoal pencils. He kept working as you did, the sun sliding across glass, shadows shifting into the early evening of winter. When the sun was threatening to set over the city skyline — even with the greenhouse where it sits on the roof of the biology building — he turned to tell you he was closing up, only to find you gone. In your place, sitting on the wooden table that held newly planted basil and sage, was a drawing.
It was a single branch, detailed in shades of charcoal down to the last dewdrop. At the bottom, looping handwriting scrawled, “thank you for the peace.”
That night, he tacked it up above his desk in his dorm next to the postcard from Tendō and hoped you’d come back.
And you do, a couple of days later, on a Saturday. He looks up from where he’s filling in the logbook, this time, catching your gaze and holding it for a moment before you break away to survey the room. Today, he thinks you looked breathtaking. You’re wearing a long, flowing skirt and a sweater that makes him want to feel how soft it is, and how soft you are in it, and by the time his brain catches up with his thoughts, he’s been staring too long and your eyes have wandered back to him. It’s raining, today — it never really snows in this city, he’s learned — and shadowy droplets play across your face as they drip down the greenhouse’s arched glass ceiling, highlighting the curve of your cheekbone and making your eyes glow softly.
He clears his throat and looks back to the thick spiral-bound book on the table before him. Sometimes, when he meets people for the first time, he knows he can come across as intimidating. That worked out for him in high school and on the volleyball court, but in his adulthood, it’s been more of a hindrance than a help. It makes it… difficult to make friends here, where he doesn’t already know anyone.
And the last thing he wants is to scare you away. The last thing he wants is to break the peace you’ve apparently found here.
Which is why he barely dares to breathe when he looks up to find you approaching him where he’s perched on a sturdy wooden stool.
“Hi,” you smile and lilt, and god if it isn’t the most beautiful word Ushijima’s ever heard, if it isn’t the prettiest smile he’s seen.
He doesn’t respond, doesn’t want to scare you away.
“Uhm,” you start again, when the silence makes it clear he’s waiting for you to speak, “I have an art assignment,” you start digging around in your shoulder bag as you speak, “to draw a, um, what’s it called?”
“I don’t know.”
You pause in your rifling and pin him with such a sunny smile it makes his knee start bouncing. And you laugh, too, which officially replaces your “hi” as the most beautiful sound in the world.
“Ha, you’re funny,” you resume digging, “it was um, pretty leafy and... tropical, I think? Oh! Here.” Triumphantly, you produce a wrinkled paper from your bag. It’s the first imperfect thing Ushijima’s found out about you, that you’re shit at keeping your belongings organized, and he files it away for later reference. You hold the paper in front of your face and squint slightly to read in the shifting light. “Canna indica.”
Canna indica, native to tropical climates, notable as a minor food crop for South American Native populations for thousands of years.
“And I was told that you have it, here, in the greenhouse.”
Ushijima nods and finds himself relieved that this is what you’re asking him. Plants, he can do.
“We do. Would you like me to show you?”
“Yes, please,” you also sound relieved, like he’s provided the solution to every problem you’ve ever had.
He unfolds himself from the stool, setting down his pen as he goes. You take a step back and look up at him mildly, as though you hadn’t realized quite how huge he is.
“This way,” he indicates, leading you deeper into the maze that is the biology department’s greenhouse. The winding path back to the tropical room gives him a moment to sink back into the earthy peace of being here, even if now there’s someone sharing that peace.
The temperature change from the warm main greenhouse to the balmy tropical room prompts Ushijima to shed his flannel outer layer, hanging it on the nail hammered by the door while you step in behind him.
“Whew,” you exhale, shrugging off your soft cardigan as well, “it’s hot in here.”
Ushijima hums in agreement and tries not to look too hard at the patch of skin revealed by your cropped tank top. Canna indica isn’t too far into the room, so he just gently moves past draping leaves and ceramic pots.
“Here,” he stops, holding back leaves for you. He stops breathing again when you duck under his arm and end up so close in the narrow aisle that he can smell your shampoo. The moment passes, and he can breathe again when you breeze past him and squat down to peer at the bright, waxy red leaves of your subject.
“Beautiful,” you murmur, and he silently agrees.
You’re leaning so close to the plant he’s afraid you might topple over when you make a noise of realization and sit back on your butt to rifle through your bag once again. Ushijima knows he should probably leave you to it, but he’s glad he waited just an extra minute when you pull out a pair of glasses and pop them on your face. Adorably.
“That’s better.” You’re looking back at canna indica, now, at a normal distance.
He’s figured you’ve forgotten he’s there when you start to pull out pastels from your seemingly bottomless bag, so he turns to leave you.
A soft, “hey,” calls him back to you, however, and he’s met by your face glowing eerily in the shifting rain-light. “Thank you for your help.”
“You’re welcome.”
When he locks up that afternoon, he finds another charcoal drawing waiting for him on the table near the door, this time of his favorite agapanthus africanus. No note, this time, but he attaches all the sounds he heard from you today in its place. He also finds your cardigan forgotten next to where you were sitting and carefully folds it for when you come back.
The drawing joins the orange branch on his wall-- an odd starter garden, he thinks, but all the more precious because it came from you.
The next time he sees you isn’t in the greenhouse, but instead at a cafe a couple of blocks away, two weeks later. He’s walking past, gym bag slung over his shoulder, when he hears your laugh ring out across the outdoor seating area. His eyes find you, head tipped back in sending peals of mirth into the lively spring air. It’s the first truly warm day of the season, though you and your companion are the only patrons sitting outside, and the sun catches on your glasses sat atop your head.
Your friend says something apparently hilarious, because your giggles redouble, and an honest-to-god snort pushes out of your nose. Ushijima catalogues it in his ever-growing list of sounds you make, and pauses at the crosswalk, halfway turned back to keep one eye on you and one on the light. If you were alone, he might’ve approached you and told you that he still has your sweater in the greenhouse, waiting on a shelf between succulents, but he doesn’t want to interrupt your— date?
He isn’t sure, but the person sat there with you seems like someone you might date. Clearly also an art student, judging by the carefully disheveled blue hair and combat boots. Are you the type to date someone with blue hair? Unlikely, he decides. You seem too… bright. Too floaty to be so concerned with looking like you don’t care how you look.
Ushijima’s still debating whether you find blue hair attractive when the crosswalk light begins its countdown and he starts across the street. And he almost makes it all the way across, too, when a voice calls—
“Wait! Hey!”
He turns partially because it sounds urgent enough that it might be an emergency, and his grandmother would roll in her grave if he remained a bystander to some horrific accident. But it’s you, standing up from your seat and waving him back over. He glances at the crosswalk countdown, which lights up red as it ticks from four to three, then turns and jogs back towards you, waving a hand apologetically to the cars waiting at the light. You meet him at the metal fence around the cafe seating area, and now that you’re standing, he can see you’re wearing a yellow sundress that cuts off at your calves and drapes over your hips like the fabric was spun from pure light.
“Hello.” Ushijima talks first this time because if he doesn’t refocus his brain on something else he knows he won’t be able to stop staring.
“Hi! Sorry about that, uh, and I’m sure you have places to be, but, um, did I leave my cardigan at the greenhouse? I can’t find it, and I know I have a tendency to forget things, so,” you finish with a laugh, one hand fiddling with the rings on the other.
“Yes, you did. I put it on a shelf in case you came back.”
“Oh! That’s great!” You sound relieved, and Ushijima’s suddenly very grateful he didn’t take it down to the bio department’s lost and found like they’re technically supposed to. “Is there maybe a time I can come pick it up? When you’ll be there?”
“I’ll be there all day tomorrow, opening at nine.”
He can’t tell if he sounds a little too eager, and he’s about to soften his meaning by telling you that they’re open today, too, and anyone can hand you a sweater, but you’re already smiling big and sunny and telling him,
“I’ll see you at nine, then. Do you drink coffee?”
He doesn’t; his coaches have always told him that caffeine can only harm his athletic performance.
“Yes, I do.”
“Then I’ll see you at nine, with coffee.”
Ushijima says goodbye and turns to wait at the crosswalk again while you swirl your way back to your seat and pick up your conversation with your friend. He can feel two pairs of eyes on him as he crosses the street, red numbers blinking down from ten, and can’t help but turn to look back as he steps onto the opposite sidewalk. Where your friend tactfully looks down into their cup of tea, you catch his eye with yours and wave. He lifts his hand halfway in a goodbye before an eighteen-wheeler stops at the intersection and blocks you from him.
Ushijima’s normal work attire is typical of an average agricultural biology student accustomed to being up to their elbows in dirt every day: practical cargo shorts, dirt-stained but sturdy sneakers, a “plant dad” t-shirt (a gift from Tendō when they’d said their goodbyes and gone away to college), and a soft cotton flannel. He’s usually satisfied with this for his shift at the greenhouse, expecting to be mud-covered at least up to his wrists by the end of the day.
But today… Today, he pauses in the dorm bathroom to scrub his face raw, and he clips and shapes his nails like his mother used to do for him every Saturday. He normally only does it before tournaments, now, and it calms his nerves to feel prepared for a Big Event, even if that event is only handing you your gently pilled cashmere cardigan and receiving a coffee he won’t drink in return.
The air that morning is heady with spring, earthy and alive, reminding Ushijima of lying beneath the hedge along his mother’s garden to pass notes to the girl next door. He was seven and she was nine, so naturally she knew everything he didn’t. She knew about the planets and why worms live in dirt and how to spell the word “catastrophe,” and Ushijima would’ve bet his whole weekly allowance that she was the coolest person in the world, if he knew what betting was. (She did, and once bet him half an ice cream sandwich that he couldn’t climb the oak tree in his backyard all the way to the top. He did, and then twisted his ankle on the way down, and she brought him an ice cream sandwich every day for a week as an apology.) She was all shiny, long black hair and dark eyes and fast words, nothing like the spring blooming around him.
You, on the other hand, are exactly the spring.
He stops at his favorite pastry place on the way to work to pick up two fresh cream donuts. The line is just dwindling from the height of the morning rush, so he manages to make it to the biology building just five minutes before he normally does.
Morning sun sends rainbows through the automatic misting spray as Ushijima unlocks the greenhouse door, letting a burst of humidity out into the rest of the building. The spiral-bound log book is there on the desk, a thick parchment bookmark sticking out from where whoever closed last night marked the page.
Ushijima places his backpack and pastry bag on the desk and reaches to hang his key on its hook just when there’s a knock on the door.
“I know I’m early,” you start, edging your way into the room with a paper coffee cup in each hand. “But I saw it was already open, so...”
Ushijima smiles despite himself. In their second year Oikawa Tooru had told him that his smiles can be unnerving, but he can’t help it right now. You look so lovely today, in jeans and a silky tank top, with a certain morning tenderness in the way you hold yourself.
“It’s okay, come in. I just need to check the temperature controls and I’ll be done opening.”
“Sounds good,” you reply, smiling back.
As he makes his way to the temp controls on the Southern wall, you perch on the wooden stool and set down the coffee.
With his back turned to you for a moment, you allow yourself to slouch, planting two hands on the table and stretching your shoulders with a sigh. It’s earlier than you normally get out of bed, let alone actually leave your apartment, and you can already feel a quiet exhaustion setting into your bones.
But this is worth it, you remind yourself. Worth it to talk to the beautiful boy with broad shoulders and gentle hands.
He’d been unexpected. That first day in the greenhouse, you’d sat down with the intention to calm down from a tedious school day and nothing more. Your hands had moved of their own volition on that second drawing of the orange branch, scribbling out a hasty message that made your cheeks burn. But he was so present that day, in the corner of your eye but staying respectfully out of your space. And you’re not blind -- you saw the muscles under his shirt as he lifted an entire small tree in its pot. You saw the startling shade of green his eyes took on in the sun. You saw it all, and it drew you back, and now you’re here.
When he joins you back at the table, leaning back against it to face you, you stick out your hand and offer your name.
He looks at it for a moment, then back at you.
“I just, uh, realized we never properly introduced ourselves,” you explain, with a hesitant smile.
He smiles again and your heart thuds, then his big hand engulfs yours and he shakes it firmly.
“Wakatoshi. It’s nice to meet you.”
You learn in the following weeks of coming to the greenhouse that Wakatoshi doesn’t like coffee. But he does like tea and donuts, so that’s what you bring him on the mornings you can find it in you to wake up before nine. You sit with him in the greenhouse, talking and listening as he records data and waters plants and sits next to you on the quilt you’ve fallen into the habit of bringing. The occasional professor or student comes through, and you get to watch Wakatoshi show off his brains when he leaves you to help them.
There are several things you learn about him over those weeks. Number one: he never minces words. Two: he prefers grapefruit chapstick over anything else. And three: he kisses like it’s his last day on Earth.
You discover number three late one night when you decide to drop by after class, shooting him a text to make sure he’s still there. Today he’s closing instead of opening, and you missed spending your morning with him.
The city lights cast a different kind of glow at this time of night. They add a distance to everything that’s palpable as you drop your bag by the door.
“Toshi, are you here-- oh, hi.” You turn the corner to find him closing the door to the supply closet.
His cheekbones are highlighted briefly by a billboard outside flashing red.
“You should get some sleep.”
“I’m not tired. And I wanted to see you.”
“You wanted to see me?”
He takes a step towards you and you have to tilt your head back slightly to keep your eyes on his. They’re leaf green and unreadable.
“Yeah, uh,” you wet your lips with your tongue, “is that okay?”
“Yes.” He pauses for a long time, then, watching you carefully in the neon glow of the exit sign. His hand shakes as it reaches up to push your glasses from your face onto your head.
Without them, he looks fuzzy and soft around the edges.
He says, “Can I kiss you?” and it feels like there’s a bird trapped in your ribcage.
“Yes. Kiss me.”
Wakatoshi kisses nothing like you expected, all tongues and teeth and heavy fingers in the dip of your waist. He growls when you gasp and mewl against him, sucking on your lower lip as your hands find purchase in his shirt. He kisses you so absolutely breathless that you think you might pass out. Your knees buckle and you pull away, gasping with your eyes closed for a moment until you come back to yourself.
“Are you alright, little one?”
The endearment makes your cheeks flush with heat and your eyes snap open.
“Yes, I’m alright. Please do it again.”
And so he does it again, and again, and again until you find yourself bringing him home with you on the last bus that goes towards your neighborhood. He’s standing in the aisle, one hand wrapped around a pole and the other wound around you, who’s standing in front of him. He keeps you steady as the bus rounds a corner.
That night, you bring the peace of the greenhouse into your home, and the only thing you find yourself wishing for is that it never leaves.
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TOKYO REVENGERS REACTIONS:
❤︎ 3rd time’s a charm: how they react to you rejecting their confession for the first time ❤︎
an; warnings none, mainly fluff; enjoy! *‧.₊˚*੭*ˊᵕˋ੭.*
Albeit perturbed by the reason you’ve turned him down, MIKEY — being the gentleman that he is, would invariably respect your wishes. Still, the resilient part constituting his personality refuses to give in, and he would try to win your heart over and over, no matter what he has to do.
Mikey would try and get to know more about your hobbies and life starting with baby steps. If he happens to find out that you have a liking for dorayaki just like him, he would buy you ALL of the confectionery you could ever ask for. Imagine 12 big boxes filled with dorayaki and huge bouquets of flowers showing up at your doorstep all of a sudden, with a blushing Mikey saying he’d like to take a step further in your friendship with him. Yep, that’s what you’ve signed up for honey.
DRAKEN, same as Mikey, would respect your choices no matter what; although deep inside, he is a tad hurt. Did you reject him because he’s a delinquent? Were you terrified because of how intimidating he looked? With that in mind, he is adamant on making you change your impression of him — and hopefully, steal your heart all over.
He would be your guardian angel from the shadows, helping you with anything as long as it is within his capabilities. Another thing Draken would do is to change his image for your sake; so whenever you are within his periphery, he would be prim and proper (plus trying hard to be cool LOL fr 🤣🤣) , trying to impress you as much as he could. Even his fellow friends in the gang are absolutely shocked with Ryuguji’s change. Oh, the power loving someone holds.
Oh PLEASE who would reject a sweetheart like him 😭😭💔 go and have your eyes checked thank you very much💀🖐. CHIFUYU is such a lovely person so I doubt anyone would reject home boy; but him being in love is like a classical romance trope — meeting the love of his life and falling head over heels for them instantly. He would try to smile and pretend the rejection doesn’t hurt, but poor boy is this close to having a breakdown. He just wants to love someone, is it that hard for a simple wish like this to come true?
Chifuyu wouldn’t be acting like his usual self for the next few weeks, and it is so painfully obvious that the rest of his friends in the gang get annoyed and remind him that being rejected for the first time isn’t the end of the world. It is only until then that home boy manages to get his shit together and decides to give it another shot. He would be a lot more chivalrous and gentle towards you, attempting to show you how serious he is about being in a relationship.
The blonde would write you little notes signed with smiley faces, reminding you to drink more water or wear an extra coat if the weather is getting chilly — not to mention that he would definitely be the type who would notice trivial details about you; knowing how you’d be hungry after the first three periods of lesson, Chifuyu would stuff snacks into your drawer. Also I imagine that he would be the type to gently persuade you on having the extra lunch box he ‘coincidentally’ prepared. Guy’s a total giver, shoot your shot sexies 🤩🖐😗🖐
MITSUYA would be slightly disheartened, but he understands your decision and has made up his mind to win you over with his skills and charm. You get cold easily during the weather? Say less because Mitsuya would knit a custom sweater just for you; forgot to pack your lunch because you left home in a hurry? For some reason he knows about it too and makes you a spare lunch, ensuring that you won’t starve through the rest of the day.
Like the rest, Mitsuya would also try to build up the relationship slowly whilst making sure you feel comfortable with all of this. He would be that one friend who’s always there for you through highs and lows, sharing your laughter and lending you a shoulder to cry on whenever you’re sad. Eventually, you’re touched by his selflessness and decides to give him a chance when Mitsuya confesses to you for the second time. He has never been more elated in his life.
Mf here is probably the type who’d bully the heck out of his crush just to spite them 💀🖐 giving you light smacks on the head or throwing paper planes at you during class are already the basics; Baji would tease you relentlessly every now and then until it starts to piss you off.
“Stop making fun of me!”
“Yeah yeah, whatever you say.”
Despite his teasing nature, Baji would make sure his insults won’t be crossing the line of basic respect since he doesn’t want to hurt your feelings. Being the sneaky type, I’d imagine he has the guts to say “I’ll stop teasing you, but only if you give me a kiss” like STOP RIGHT THERE 😳🖐 but okay he’s hot so I’m going to give him kisses anyway 😗. Through the incessant bickering, you’ve unknowingly grown to like Baji a bit more day by day — and eventually, accepting his confession out of defeat.
Kazutora is shocked to say the least; he has tried his best to look good in front of you, were you not swooned by his charms? He is not convinced at all, thinking that you also like him but are simply too shy to admit. When his friends tell him that you’ve stolen glances at him with your cheeks dusted in bright hues, it only reaffirms Kazutora’s belief — making him even more insistent on making you fall in love with him.
He’d court you like a proper gentleman, showing you the gentle side of him and hoping you’d fall for it. But if none of these works, his ultimate goal is to make you confess with a simple game of true or dare. As Kazutora scrutinises your face flushing a bright red tinge with one of the participants innocently asking whether you actually have a crush on him, a bright smile creases his face. Kazutora has finally got his long-awaited answer.
“I ... damn it, I like Kazutora!”
“The feeling is mutual, y/n ~”
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