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amitiel-truth · 1 year

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Ten Babies Part 4 (Vash the Stampede x Reader)

Note: This is my FOURTH time writing here, please don't look too much into the details, I made some up, these ideas were prompted from my chat with Vash at Character.AI, another lore dump will probably be here (doing the Josei format up this bitch).

Warning: ⚠️Smut⚠️

Summary: That took a long time.

Part 1, Part 2, Part 3,Part 5

It's been a year since Vash left Febrari, He wandered around far in order to not lead Knives onto the hidden city, it's painful, but he had to.

Along the way, he met Meryl and Roberto, who freed him from getting tied up and onto Jenorah Rock, until they prolonged their visit there...

And after coming along with Vash's journey, providing transport, they met (hit with a car) Wolfwood along the way, also joining their journey.

Until their car broke down in a peculiar place.

"I knew this day would come." Roberto points out, drinking away at his flask as the car's engine smokes.

"Great, in the middle of noon and nowhere as well, this couldn't get any worse at all." Wolfwood complains as Meryl glares at him.

"It's not my fault that the car broke down!"

"Well, if you didn't run through those rocks we wouldn't-" As Meryl and Wolfwood complain in the background, Vash looks around, noticing the place, he walks further into the desert until, he heard a familiar tune.

"I know this place." Vash thought as he began to run, ignoring calls from his friends as he continues his run until an entanglement rope was launched at him, which he evades and noticed several guards pointing guns at him.

"get on your knees, put your hands up in the air, and stay right there." one of them orders as they slowly approached him, while doing so, Meryl, Roberto, and Wolfwood arrived just in time to see this.

"You've done it this time now, needle noggin." Wolfwood mutters as the guards examine Vash.

"For fucks sake, it's just you." A Guard complains, all of them pointing down their gun, as he glares at Vash through his glasses, who laughs nervously.

"Hey guys...long time no see." Vash greets, confusing his newfound friends.

"Stand up and make yourself presentable, She'll be more than happy to see you." The Guard says as Vash nods, standing up and perusing himself, excited to see her again.

" 'She?'..." Meryl and Wolfwood ask in sync, making the guards notice them.

"These your friends?." the Guard asks as Vash nods nervously.

"Then they better behave themselves, we don't want to stress her out at the moment, she's still healing." The Guard reveals as Vash grew worried.

"What's wrong? Did something happen to her?!." Vash asks to panic, confusing his companions even more.

"You'll know when you get there, and you!." The Guard points at Wolfwood, who only raised an eyebrow at him.

"No smoking in the area, we have a special package that doesn't need to breathe in your toxic fumes!" The Guard orders as Wolfwood conceded, plucking the cigar from his lips and stepping on it, but not before complaining under his breath.

"Let's go, I know you want to see her already." The Guard orders as the group began following them.

"We have a vehicle that broke down, mind lending a hand?." Roberto asks, clearly drunk as the Guard silently judges him.

"We'll send in someone to help." The Guard promises as they walk through the sun, with every step, Vash is anxious to see her again, to make sure that she's ok.

"Oi, needle noggin, where are they taking us?" Wolfwood asks, worried at their situation but was ignored by the man in red, too much in his head filled with worry.

"Oi! needle no..." Wolfwood trails off as they suddenly notice a mansion emerging on the 'hill'.

unable to contain himself, Vash begins running to the mansion, leaving behind his friends.

"Mr. Vash! You can't just-"

"It's fine." The Guard assures Meryl who looked worried about being disrespectful of the place.

"It's been quite a while since they've seen each other."

Vash runs through the sand and into the familiar place he calls home, coming in and finding Aileen in the foyer.

"Where is she?, Please." Vash begged as she silently pointed at the kitchen, shocked to see the young man before her so suddenly.

As Vash runs through the house, he reaches the kitchen and sees (Y/N) who had a look of fear in her eyes at the sudden loud noise through the home, but looks surprised to see him.

The whole world stopped for them.

"Mayfly..."

"Hubby..." They mutter each other's nicknames before running into each other's arms, sobs rang through the room, as they held onto each other's clothes, pulling each other as close as they could.

"I missed you so much." Vash sobs as he buried his face in her neck.

"I missed you too..." (Y/N) mutters, tears falling onto Vash's jacket as she buried her face in it.

"It's so painful to not be with you." Vash cries as they fall to their knees.

"I dreamt about you most of the time, and wake up crying seeing that you aren't in my arms." (Y/N) sobs as Vash lifted his head to kiss her on the lips.

They relish their time together once more before a cry was heard upstairs, pulling their lips apart.

"Is that..." Vash trails off as (Y/N) chuckles softly at him.

"I want you to meet someone." (Y/N) pulls his prosthetic arm through the stairs.

Rushing to her bedroom door, (Y/N) bit her lip in excitement as she looks at Vash.

"Meet our precious package." She opens the door as Vash walks in, following the sounds of crying coming from the crib beside (Y/N)'s bed.

As he peers in, he sees a sobbing baby girl, with golden blonde hair sprouting out of her head and baby blue eyes with a mole just below her right eye, wearing a white and red baby grow, as the infant looks around in tears, notices a man who looks like her.

"I already breastfed her, It's ok to carry her, Hubby, she must have felt lonely." her Mama said as the man, hesitatingly but willing, began holding his hands out to carry her, her eyes caught his glinting green arm and began staring at it in wonder.

Vash carries the little girl in his arms who stares at his prosthetic one, trying to grab its pinky.

"What's her name?..." He asks, tears threatening to fall as (Y/N) smiles at him.

"Remi..." (Y/N) mutters, Vash sobs as he held the baby, softly, closer to him.

"Hello Remi, It's me, your Papa." Vash introduced himself as the baby continued to observe him, as she grabbed his pinky and sucked on it.

"She likes you..." (Y/N) mutters as Vash begins softly crying, pulling her into his arms, his forehead leaning against her stomach.

"Thank you, Mayfly..." He sobs, as (Y/N) simply smiles and runs her fingers through his hair, while the baby stares at them in wonder.

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After the family of three had their moment, they finally went downstairs.

"You must have been very hungry, You've gotten thinner." (Y/N) fusses at Vash, worried for his health.

"I'm alright, don't worry." Vash assures her, as Remi makes a babbling sound, catching his attention.

"What's that Remi? Are you also worried about Papa?." Vash baby talks as Remi continues to babble.

"Told you she likes you, She's probably telling you to eat more." (Y/N) interprets, smiling at the Father-Daughter interaction.

"Ah! Sorry, Remi. Papa will make sure to eat more." Vash promises, wiping the drool running from her lips as they reached the dining room.

"Maybe Papa shouldn't also forget that he has friends over." A gruff voice calls out, making the parents jump a bit, before turning to the dining table and seeing Vash's friends seated around it, with Aileen serving them tea and refreshment.

"Ah, sorry about that guys." Vash apologizes as he scratches the back of his head.

"Hubby, I didn't know you brought Guests." (Y/N) mutters, leaning close to Vash's shoulder hiding her face in it.

"I'm such a bad host." (Y/N) complains on his shoulder, who rubs her back with his free hand.

" 'Hubby'?" Meryl and Wolfwood both voice out at the same time, confused.

"It's quite alright, Ms. (Y/N), you are still quite tired after all and I've already served them refreshments." Aileen excuses, pouring Roberto his tea, who he ignored in favor of his flask.

"I should at least introduce myself and welcome them." (Y/N) compensate as she walks closer to the table.

"Good Afternoon everyone and Welcome to Febrari, you are currently at the Loverose Mansion, my name is (Y/N) Loverose, we don't usually let outsiders in around this place, but since you are my Hub- I mean" (Y/N) looks at Vash and sheepishly smiles at him, who returns the same sentiment.

"Vash's friends, I'll let this slide, feel free to be at home before you once again leave for your journey, any questions?" (Y/N) asks as the navy-haired girl raises her hand.

"My name's Meryl Stryfe, this here is my superior Roberto de Niro and...Wolfwood, I'd like to ask if we can get our cameras and recording equipment, your Guards took them from us the moment we stepped into this place." Meryl asks bravely.

"I must apologize but we have a strict rule in Febrari that no information must slip out about this place one way or another, you'll get them back once you continue on your travels." (Y/N) trails off as she looks out the window.

"And it seems like you two are Reporters." (Y/N) points out, seeing their vehicle being towed beside the Mansion.

"I must remind my Guests that if any information uttered about Febrari will not go unpunished, I'm not afraid to use any resources I have to silence you. Is that clear?." (Y/N) asks with a kind smile across her lips as if what she said isn't life-threatening, as Meryl could only nod in silence and Roberto couldn't careless.

"Ok, I'm not beating around the bush, who are you, and what with the baby?" Wolfwood points out, making the two flinch as (Y/N) smiles at Vash nervously.

"This is my wife (Y/N) and our daughter." Vash pauses as he pokes the baby's cheek, who lets out a babble.

"Remi." Vash reveals as Meryl looks in shock, Wolfwood's glasses went askew and Roberto looked sober.

"WHAT!?" They all yell, as Vash nervously laughs, scratching the back of his head.

"He has the ring, you never noticed." (Y/N) points out, pointing at his prosthetic hand with their ring but still holding their baby.

"Bu-but...we thought it was part of the design!!" Meryl yells in confusion as Aileen ends the questioning session.

"Alright, alright, that's enough questions for the day, you three-" Aileen points at Vash's companion.

"Have had a long journey, we already have rooms for you to rest up in, and you-" she then points at (Y/N).

"Just had a baby, if you could, Mr. Stampede." Vash turns his attention to her.

"bring her to your room, we'll bring you lunch in your room and call you down for dinner, she only went to the kitchen earlier because she wanted to eat something and wouldn't let us do it for her." Aileen reveals as Vash nodded and suddenly placed Remi into (Y/N)'s arms.

"Hubby? Is there something wro-" before (Y/N) could even ask, Vash suddenly carries her, giving him a chance to carry both his girls in his arms, (Y/N) squeals at the action, both laughing as he carried them both upstairs.

"Disgusting."

"You're just jealous you don't have that."

"WHAT WAS THAT OLD HAG!?"

---

"Does she usually sleep in the crib?" Vash asks, admiring the infant on their bed, sleeping away.

"No, I sleep with her in my arms, I haven't processed yet that she's finally out of my belly yet." (Y/N) replies, fresh out of the shower, wearing a bathrobe and brushing her hair seated on her vanity table.

"How could you? She's so precious?." Vash commented, caressing the sleeping baby's cheek.

"..I heard your friends sneaked into the city." (Y/N) reveals, keeping her back facing him as Vash let out a gasp.

"I'm sorry abou-"

"It's quite alright, the Guards kept a close eye on them the whole time and escorted them back here the moment they got a bit rowdy." (Y/N) continuous to brush her hair, as Vash let out a sigh of relief

"Not the older man though, I think he's either too drunk or isn't nimble enough to come along with them."

"Now there's no need to be mean about it." Vash smiles at his wife, shaking his head with closed eyes.

"It's kind of unfair, you know?." (Y/N) suddenly proclaims, smoothening her hair.

"What's unfair?."

"That I carried her for 9 months and had the audacity to come out looking like you." (Y/N) points out, walking to the other side of the bed to poke at her daughter's mole.

"Look at this, as if she didn't just have your mole, she also has your hair and eyes, where's the justice in all of this?." (Y/N) complains, continuing to prod at the slumbering child as Vash simply chuckles at the sight.

"I guess my genes are just stronger than yours, isn't that right, Remi?." Vash asks the sleeping baby, nuzzling his face on her stomach, smelling the new baby's smell.

"Prove it then." (Y/N) suddenly pulls Vash to the side of her bed, disorienting the man as she placed the baby on her bassinet.

"You promised me 9 more, anyway." (Y/N) teases, straddling the blonde as she removes the rope keeping her robe together, flustering the blonde.

"W-wait! What if we wake up Remi!?" Vash whisper yells, looking at the basinet as (Y/N) held his cheek and forced it to look at her.

"She sleeps like a log, don't worry, we'll be quick, Dinner's almost ready anyways." (Y/N) points out as she licked her lips, turning off the lights before diving down to kiss Vash, melting away his last bit of resolve.

"Ah!." (Y/N) moans as Vash began thrusting uncontrollably against her, his arms supporting him as he also uses them to cage her head, forcing her to only look at him.

"Still so sexy even after giving birth." Vash moans, kissing her neck as he keeps his slow and intimate pace, (Y/N) blushes at the proclamation.

"...I-I...I gained stretch marks...I wanted to hide them from you..." (Y/N) shyly admits, making Vash look at her stomach.

"That's why I want to d-do it in the dark...I was using a gel so I could make them go away before you come ho-" Vash suddenly opens the bedside lamp, sitting up to observe her stomach.

"H-Hubby! you didn't have to lo-"

"I don't see anything wrong with them..." Vash suddenly cuts her off as he began to kiss them, giving each stretch a careful one, as he kissed up to the valley of her breast til he reached her collarbone.

"I didn't know my Wife could be more beautiful than this..." Vash whispers as she teared up.

"Hubby..." (Y/N) cries as she pulled him to her, pulling Vash into a deep kiss as he continued to thrust up at her, and with a loud smack of pulling away their lips (Y/N) moans, her head falling into the pillow.

"Never hide what you deem imperfections from me, even if you develop more stretch marks or gain scars like me, your body is still beautiful, you brought Remi into this world, and now, you're about to bring more." Vash groans as he noticed her boob is leaking milk, deciding to risk it, he licked up and sucked on her nipple, causing (Y/N) to moan even more.

"Look at this, you're even providing our little sprout her milk, how can I not find your body beautiful?." Vash added, her nipple in his lips as he continues pounding (Y/N) to the bed, who cradles his head while he continues to suck on it.

"H-hubby!...I'm close!" (Y/N) cries out as she held his head closer to her while Vash sped up, feeling her walls milking him.

"I think...I am too." Vash groans and with three powerful thrusts, his seed painted her walls white.

Both parents face each other, both panting on each other's face, before (Y/N) pulled Vash into her, pulling him into another make-out session, they were raring to go for a second round until a cry was heard.

"I told you we were gonna wake her up." Vash whispers as he crawled on the bed to the bassinet, placing the sobbing Remi into his arms.

"Relax, Hubby, I'm sure she just got hungry." (Y/N) crawls over to him, leaning on his shoulder to look at the sobbing baby, rocking the girl in his arm.

"Or she just felt her Papa's drinking her milk." (Y/N) whispers, making Vash blush as she giggles at the sight, and a knock was heard.

"Ms. (Y/N), Mr. Stampede? Dinner's ready, make sure you're decent." Aileen informs them before leaving.

"I guess everyone's hungry now." (Y/N) stands up from the bed, wrapping the bathrobe around herself and going to the bathroom.

"Getting yourself ready?." Vash asks, standing up, holding the partially calm baby in his arms.

"Yeah! I'll be out in a bit as well so you can get ready as well." (Y/N) leans her head back out of the door, biting her lip as she admires Vash's naked body.

"Don't want anyone to see that but me~." She winks before disappearing into the bathroom again, leaving Vash a blushing mess.

____

"Good evening, everyone." (Y/N) greeted as she goes down the stairs with Vash by her side, a shawl over her shoulder to cover herself nursing Remi.

"Apologies for taking a bit too long, Remi also got hungry so excuse my indecent state." (Y/N) pardons herself as Vash pulls the head off the table for her, letting her sit.

"It's quite alright, Ms. Loverose." Meryl answers, smiling nervously as if they're hiding something.

"Go ahead, eat as much as you like, you have a long journey ahead of you." (Y/N) tells them as Vash begins to place servings of food on her plate.

The group eats in relative silence, occasionally a loud sip from Remi but nothing else.

"Quite the delicacies you've got here." Roberto pokes around his plate, unsure how to eat.

"Thank you, our city has been developing farming for years, and we were lucky that our SEED ship fell on top of a meteorite site, it had the building blocks of growing plants so it made it a bit easier to grow them, well, that and we still had to mix it with the soil we had from Earth and modify the plants to handle our harsh condition." (Y/N) explains, but this seems to confuse the two reporters as she didn't dive into it more, while Vash tries to spoon-feed her.

"So how long have you known needle noggin?." Wolfwood asks, tired of looking at the two being lovey-dovey over his dinner, the two look up from each other sheepishly, as Vash scratched the back of his head.

"We met a year ago." Vash nervously answers, playing around with his food.

"That's awfully fast for getting married and having a baby."

"A-actually...we got to know each other for a month before I left, I didn't even know I got her pregnant..."

"WHAT!?." Meryl exclaims, standing up from her seat as the couple seems to find their meal more interesting.

"Mr. Vash, how could you have done such a thing! Leaving a girl while she's-"

"He didn't leave on his own volition." (Y/N) cuts her off, glaring at the table, her free hand clenched.

"I didn't want him to leave...but if he overstayed his stay, Febrari...will turn just like Jenorah Rock, you were there when it happened, didn't you?" (Y/N) points out, reminding Meryl and Roberto of what happened to the town, what Knives did.

"As much as it's painful, I have to think of my people and city first before my feelings, Vash himself understood it as well." (Y/N) cries as Vash held her free hand.

"He told me everything, and why he had to leave." she reveals, as Vash also frowns, looking at the baby who just finished nursing, prompting (Y/N) to slip her breast back inside her dress and sit up Remi while Vash took her, patting her back to get the air out.

"So please...understand our situation..." (Y/N) looks at Meryl fiercely, but they're also mixed with pain.

Meryl backs down, sitting back down.

"I understand, I'm sorry for judging." Meryl apologizes as they continued dinner in silence.

"...This is what happens when you get too nosy in people's business."

"Understood, Mr. Roberto."

____

"That went well." (Y/N) snickers, walking into their bedroom with Vash following after her, carrying a sleepy Remi in his arms, closing the door behind him.

"I must apologize about her, she just has a strong sense of justice-"

"I kind of like her actually." (Y/N) cuts him off, removing her white dress and changing into a nightgown.

"You're so beautiful..." Vash admires her, making the woman smile at him and give him a kiss on the cheek.

"I'm glad you still find me beautiful, Hubby." "(Y/N) smiles as she turns away from him, and Vash not noticing that Remi isn't in his arms anymore until he looks down.

Laying the baby on the bed, (Y/N) hums a tune, making Vash's PLANT marks show, but unexpectedly, Remi's PLANT marks also glow, lulling the infant into sleep.

"She even has her Papa's marks." (Y/N) points out, stroking her daughter's cheek as Vash came up to the other side of the bed, laying down.

"and she also has her Mama's beauty."

"Now your just teasing." (Y/N) fakes a glare before giving Vash a peck on the lips before laying her head on her pillow, Remi dividing the two.

"No no, look! She has your eye shape, your lips, your nose, she even has her mama's chin, how can my little sprout be not beautiful?." Vash points out, pointing all over Remi's face making (Y/N) laugh.

"Oh, Hubby, you..." (Y/N) giggles as she smiles at Vash, reaching to hold his hand over the baby's stomach.

"I love you so much..."She whispers as she smiles, feeling sleepy herself.

"I love you too, and I always found you beautiful, from the first day we met and to the end..." Vash whisper back, squeezing his wife's hand as the family of three began to sleep, unaware of the danger that awaits them tomorrow.

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"I don't want you to go so badly..." (Y/N) cries, standing in the foyer of the home, hugging Vash tightly but being careful because he has Remi in his arms

"But I have to..." Vash finishes as (Y/N) finally leans back, tears running from her eyes as Vash placed a hand on her cheek, wiping her tears.

"Should we tell them we're behind schedule?." Wolfwood questions, prompting Meryl to smack the back of his head in the middle of helping Roberto put back their camera and recording equipment.

"I promise I'll come back." Vash promises, holding her hand and kissing it as (Y/N) smiles.

"I also-" Before Vash could pop a question, an alarm blares through the city, instilling panic in those who hear it.

"What's happening?..." Vash asks as they walk to the peer to the side of the mansion, seeing that the entrance of the city is already infiltrated, in flames.

"MS. (Y/N)!" Aileen runs to her, handing her a radio.

"Guards, Come in! What's the situation?" (Y/N) asks through the radio, looking at her burning city.

"This isn't your typical Raiders, Ms. Loverose! They're going in your direction! They're going for the PLANTS!." The Guards answer back, as (Y/N) can see several vehicles driving toward her, vehicles that are familiar to Vash.

"Nai..." Vash mutters, looking at them as (Y/N) takes action.

"Guards, these are your orders, no matter what you don't fight back, herd the people to their designated bunkers and protect them at all costs, your lives matter more than our development, do you copy!?."

"Copy!" The guard answers as (Y/N) turns to Aileen, giving her an order before pulling Vash to the reporters' vehicle.

"Come on! needle noggin." Wolfwood orders as Vash climbs into the vehicle, careful with the baby still in his arms before turning to offer another to (Y/N).

"Come on, Mayfly! it's not safe here!." Vash exclaims as (Y/N) simply stares at his hand, before smiling sadly at him.

"I told you before, I can't leave." (Y/N) smiles, before closing the door and smacking the vehicle twice, making Meryl panic and drive.

"(Y/N)!, (Y/N)!!." Vash cries as Meryl continues to drive before their radio got interfered with.

"Meryl Stryfe, Come in, Meryl Stryfe." It was (Y/N) speaking through the radio, prompting Meryl to grab the microphone.

"U-uh, Go go!" Meryl answers, looking at the radio and then at the road.

"one hour from now, stop from where you are going and come back, I don't suppose you have supplies for my little sprout there." (Y/N) orders as Remi began sobbing in Vash's arms, prompting him to calm her down.

"and Vash..." (Y/N) calls out, catching Vash's attention, still worried at the situation as she didn't use her nickname for him.

"I'll be fine, don't worry, take care of our Little Remi." (Y/N) reassures, smiling through the radio.

"Besides, you still owe me those 9 babies."

"9!?"

(Y/N) walks into the mansion, and gives Aileen the radio.

"Did you inform the other Sectors?." (Y/N) asks while Aileen nodded at her.

"Good, hide in your panic room, Aileen." (Y/N) orders, before walking down the hall, as Aileen could only look at her.

"The Rose is approaching the PLANTS, I repeat. The Rose is approaching the PLANTS."

"Into the bunkers now! your lives matter more than our development!! Go go go!!" The Guards order as the last bit of people rush into a saloon, a man with blue hair approaches them from afar.

"Your efforts are futile." He mocks as the Guard simply stares at him, backing away from him before following the other locals into the saloon.

"Hiding won't do you no good." The blue-haired man follows, walking into the saloon, but noticing that no one's there.

"What this?."

"Legato." From above, a figure descends, sharp appendages aiding him.

"Master Knives." Legato greeted, bowing before the blonde who looks around.

"Same situation as well, I see?." Knives questions, looking at the empty saloon.

"I saw it right before my eyes, Sir, a bunch of people went in but suddenly they disappeared." Legato informs him as Knives looks around the room before his appendages were released, swinging around the room, decimating the whole building before revealing the secret they've been looking for.

"A metal bunker." Legato mutters, walking up to the door of it.

"You just made an easy coffin for all of you." Legato smirks, raising a hand to crush the infrastructure, but finds himself unable too.

"What? Master Knives! I-I..." Legato bows once more as he shakes in fear of being useless, as Knives simply stare at the sight before him, before slashing the metal box with his appendages, but in his successions, a knife got chipped off from his deadly wires.

"What the..." Knives mutter as he inspects the limb missing a blade.

"It's pure Titanium." Legato informs him, inspecting the large door, as Knives suddenly remembered a familiar scene before him, a familiar PLANT protecting a then young man, wearing glasses with (y/hc) slick-back hair and serious eyes, the PLANT shielding him with the same titanium umbrella he made for her, it also made one of his limbs lose a blade.

"LOVEROSE!!!."

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(Y/N) walks into the PLANT room, passing by unraveling PLANTS, seemingly greeting her.

"Good Morning, Everyone." (Y/N) greets, waving at each and one of them, before reaching the end of the room.

"Grandmother..." (Y/N) mutters, watching the giant PLANT unravel herself.

"Aren't they beautiful, (Y/N)?." A youthful young woman asks, walking around looking at the active PLANTS unraveling around them, smiling at them.

"mmh, they look like the flowers from the old picture book Grandpa Hem showed me." Young (Y/N) responds, looking at them in fascination as the woman smiles at her, as if their looking at a mirror of each other.

"You know, they're technically your Aunties." the blonde woman reveals, looking at them once again.

"Eh?."

"Your Grandpa Hem and I adopted them, they may not be able to communicate well with him but I do, and they really appreciate his work, they think I don't hear them but they sometimes call him 'Dad' when he waves and passes by, even though technically they're older than him." She whispers to the girl's ear who giggled at the information, as the woman straightens her back again, looking at the active PLANTS with pride.

"What I'm saying is, take good care of them with me,(Y/N), because, to me, they're also my children, they're your family." The young woman smiles as she places a hand on a tank, smiling at the PLANT who also placed her hand on it.

"I will...I swear." young (Y/N) pledges, placing her small hand on the tank as the PLANT inside places their hands as well, connecting with the girl.

"(Y/N)? Diana? Are you busy?." A gruff voice calls, catching the attention of the two at the end of the room.

"I want to show you something." By the end of the room is a door opening to an office, and an old man leans against it.

"Your Dad's calling us, we'll finish this later." Diana whispers to the PLANT before placing a kiss on where their forehead is, before pulling the young girl along with her.

"Come on, (Y/N), I bet it's something cool." the blonde proclaims as the girl looks back and waves at the PLANT, who quickly hides in their petals from embarrassment.

"I'm sorry, Diana." Hem apologizes, laying on their bed as Diana sits beside him, holding his hand, crying.

"No...please don't go...I still need you..." Diana cries as she brought his hand to her face, fresh tears falling from her eyes, as Hem used that hand to hold her cheek.

"You're still as beautiful as the day I found you...and look at me, I grew old, wrinkled, and crippled, time has not been too kind to me..." Hem proclaims as Diana's tears flow endlessly.

"No...time has only made you more beautiful than I could ever be." Diana corrects him, Hem smiles at her, as she leans down to give him a final kiss.

"I love you endlessly...Diana." with these dying words, Diana cries hysterically, burying her face in her husband's unmoving chest, while young (Y/N) watches from the doorway, concern in her eyes.

"Come on, Ms. (Y/N), give them some space." Aileen suggests as she guides the girl away from the room, her Grandmother's hysteric cries echo in the what once home.

A teen (Y/N) runs to the mansion, slightly burnt and bruised as she burst through the door and runs to the living room where the fire is lit, the first generation of the Loverose's hung above it, and a fair blonde lady sits in front of it, as if in a trance.

"Grandmother." (Y/N) calls out as Diana turns to look at the girl, her past buoyancy seems lost in time.

"I'm sorry...but Mother and Father..." (Y/N) trails off as she began to cry, falling to her knees as she covers her mouth, the event finally comes crashing down on her as she harshly wipes away her tears.

"...Oh well...Your Father had always been an adventurous one...after all..." Diana simply replies before resigning to her fate, clearly lost to the world as the young girl's having a breakdown beside her, it took Aileen to discover the girl and comfort her.

"Grandmother, what are you doing?." (Y/N) asks, looking at the woman who's welded her husband's door together, and placing a giant tank on it, effectively hiding it

"Your Grandfather's work has to be protected, (Y/N)." Diana simply answers, unbothered, as (Y/N) looks confused.

"Then why are you putting a PLANT tank on it?" (Y/N) prodded as Diana simply continues on being silent, welding the metal together.

"You're a smart girl, figure it out." the older woman spats, leaving the teen hopeless at the situation, watching the woman continue her work.

(Y/N) sits on the head of the table alone, a hand on her forehead, as Aileen placed a plate of food on her table.

"Thank you, Aileen." (Y/N) smiles at the woman as Aileen leaves, leaving the girl alone to stare at her table.

Bringing her plate into the PLANT room, (Y/N) sits on the table, in front of the new PLANT, eating.

"Let's eat...Grandmother."

The sound of blades running through metal disrupts the woman from her thoughts as two men walk into the room

"There are more PLANTS here than I thought, Master Knives." Legato commented, looking at the strangely active PLANTS as Knives turns his attention to the breeder PLANT.

"So this is where you've been hiding, they even forced you into a tank..." Knives smirk as Diana seems to slit her gaze at him.

"Diana."

(Y/N) stares fiercely at them, holding her hand up to cut his gaze from her.

"Diana was never forced to be here, she chose this herself, and may I suggest that you leave, for you gentlemen are not welcome here." (Y/N) glares, her gaze not backing down against Knives.

"Watch your tone around Master Knives." Legato glares, his hands raised about to harm her but Knives raised a hand, stopping him.

"I'm only taking back what's mine." Knives inform (Y/N) as he unravels his robe, threatening the woman.

"Hah! Yours? Every single one of them." (Y/N) gestures to the PLANTS observing them.

"Are my Grandparents' children, and none of them are yours for the taking." she states, continuing to glare at them.

"But your family has only been using them for your business, that's where your wealth comes from, what difference will it take without you in the picture." with a snap of his fingers, Legato has (Y/N) into his grasp, holding the girl midair as he squeezes her, forcing her to gasp for air, but can't.

"I'm going to enjoy thi-"

"Stop!!." Knives suddenly order as he held his head in pain, as Legato tended to his master.

"Master Knives! What's wrong-" Legato cuts himself off when he noticed every PLANT in the room, including Diana, started turning red, banging onto the glass and screaming that only Knives can hear.

"Everyone! Calm down! I'm perfectly fine!" (Y/N) tries to calm them down, but her words fall on deaf ears.

"YOU! YOU'RE THE ONE CAUSING THIS! STOP THIS AT ONCE!!!." Legato once again squeeze (Y/N), who began to cough out blood, and the screaming of the PLANTS seemed to increase.

"LEGATO! ENOUGH! PUT HER DOWN!!." Knives orders, hands on his head as the girl was dropped into the catwalk.

"Everyone! Please I'm fine!." (Y/N) tries to reassure them even when she's in pain,wiping the blood of her lips with the back of her hand, white dress stained with blood, at this rate, the PLANTS will stress themselves out that they'll be the ones to trigger a 'Last Run'...there's only one thing she can do now.

"They're carving my name in the grave again The flowers are fresh and their faces wet My body has died, but I'm still alive Look over your shoulder, I'm back from the dead" (Y/N) begins to sing, as Legato glares at her.

"Have you finally gone crazy!? why are you-"

"Legato! Stand down!." Knives orders as Legato turns to look at him, surprised to see Knives's PLANT marks are showing.

"Lighting all your candles to draw me in Saying all the same things, I'm gone this time Your words mean nothing, so take 'em back And meet me here across the plane The other side, I'm not far" (Y/N) lights up Diana's candles on her shrine, calming her down as she once again sees her husband's face

"When you aren't around, I sink into the ground I try to pretend I'm closer to you Never understand it You're always on my mind, I cannot help it" (Y/N) approached a nearby angry PLANT, placing a hand on their tank who also followed, seemingly bringing back their healthy hue of blue

"I don't wanna be carrying the weight on my shoulders Death has come to me, kissed me on the cheek, gave me closure Immortal by design I'll be meeting you here every time" (Y/N) walks to the center of the catwalk, her voice echoed in throughout the room, with her ending it there as every PLANT around them had finally calmed down, all giving out a healthy blue glow, if not healthier than before, it also applies to Knives, as he seemed reinvigorated.

"For the past century, my family has never had a single deceased PLANT under our care, dare to kill me, and you kill every single one of them here from grief, take them, and they won't survive without me, try taking me with them..." (Y/N) pauses as she suddenly pulls out a switchblade, and places it under her neck.

"I'm ready to sacrifice my life for my city, this isn't the only way I know how to end myself quickly. this is my family's secret, so make your choice, Millions Knives" (Y/N) challenges the mass murderer, glaring up at him.

"How dare you-" Before Legato could go after the woman, Knives's laughter echoed through the room, but (Y/N) remains strong, staring him down, until he suddenly lunges at her, making her drop the switchblade as he grasps her neck and lifting her up.

"FINE, I'll leave these PLANTS to you, but if I hear one of them dying on you, even if it's just a rumor, I will come for you, remember that, Loverose." Knives growled as he tossed (Y/N) onto the handrails, nearly losing her footing but managing to stable herself, rubbing her bruising neck, as Knives begins leaving the room with Legato, with one final glare, he finally left.

(Y/N) drops to her knees, breathing heavily at the event as she hugs herself, after half an hour, Aileen walks in, making sure the intruders left.

"Are they gone?." (Y/N) rasps, shaking as Aileen nodded, approaching the girl and hugging her.

"They're gone, they're completely gone now, (Y/N)." Aileen confirms, comforting the terrified girl, who still shaking.

"You did a great job, (Y/N), Thank you for protecting us." Aileen thanks her as (Y/N) buried her shoulder into the grown woman's shoulder, muffling her screams, and letting out her anxieties.

"Let it all out, let it out as much as you want."

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After the anxiety-ridden two hours, Meryl drives back the vehicle to the state, Vash basically jumps out of the car and runs to the mansion.

"(Y/N)!!!" Vash screams as the door opens, revealing a fine, but shaken (Y/N), with a blanket placed over her shoulder with Aileen guiding her outside.

"Vash-" (Y/N) was cut off when Vash suddenly gallops her into a hug, squeezing the daylights out of her.

"I was so scared...I thought I was going to lose you too..." Vash cries as he hid his face on her shoulder, comparing the ways how she and Rem both say farewell to him.

"I'm fine, I told you I'm-"

"Don't you dare hide how scared you were!." Vash cuts to the chase as he held her shoulder, shaking her as (Y/N) stares at him, unblinking, before tearing up.

"I was so scared that I wouldn't see you and Remi again!!!." (Y/N) cries as she wraps her arms around Vash, sobbing as she leans over to Remi in Vash's arm, kissing her forehead many times.

as the traveling crew watches the family of three, only one thing is left on their mind.

"We're gonna have to stay here for the night."

_____

"We'll be fine, I promise." (Y/N) repeats to Vash, who wouldn't leave his wife's side, Aileen behind them, holding Remi.

It's already the next day, and Vash has to continue his journey.

"What if my brother comes back?."

"He already knows the consequences if he ever messed with our PLANTS, he'll have to find another way to find a loophole around it, and that's pretty hard to find." (Y/N) smiles at him as Vash continues to frown down at him, as she held a hand up to his cheek.

"And besides, you're already planning a way to stop him, so, go get him, Hubby." (Y/N) smiles sadly at him, as Vash held her hand on his cheek.

"Wait for me, Mayfly, I promise to comeback."

"I will, forever and always."

"And I'm also going to make it official aswell." Vash suddenly proclaims, confusing (Y/N) until he suddenly kneels down once more.

"One day, when I finally settle down with you, and let's make it finally official, can we? Mrs. Saverem?." Vash asks holding a Titanium ring as (Y/N) stares at him in shock, as she tears up at the sight.

"Yes! Yes I do, Vash!." (Y/N) cries as she kneels down and wraps her arms around him, pulling him into a passionate kiss.

"Fucking disgusting." Wolfwood once again groans at the sight.

"Hey! You're a Priest! you should get used to this by now!!." Meryl elbows him once again as she turns to the couple.

"Hey! Make sure to invite us to the wedding this time, okay!?." Meryl asks as the two turns to her, who smiles and nodded at her.

"We'll make sure of it!." (Y/N) exclaims as she smiles at Vash, who slipped the ring on her ring finger, now both having rings.

"Be careful, Hubby."

"I will, Mayfly."

_________

2 Months have passed, Vash has finally reached Julai.

"She's the real deal, isn't she? Elendira?"

"It seems so, Doctor."

Meme of the Dawn:

(A/N: Is this even an X Reader anymore? I've been calling (Y/N) 'Diane' this entire time 🙃 )

#vash the stampede x reader #vash x reader #vash smut #tristamp #trigun x reader #pleasebegentlewithmethisismyfirsttimewrittinghere #vash x y/n #trigun stampede #trigun stampede x Reader #Spotify

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oleanderblume · 3 months

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Ima say that Charlie's mom has Alastor's soul and he became the radio demon and gained his power in exchange for doing her bidding, based on what's been shown, souls are immortal unless sold to another sinner/demon. So my assumption is Alastor gained the souls of other overlords in order to be able to kill them, OR, he didn't kill them and is/was emmassing an army for Lilith. She seems to be left out of the story, but heaven's talk about "another uprising" makes me think that there was one previously, began by Lilith, not Lucifer.

Lucifer is an angel afterall, a fallen one, but an angel nontheless, and if his banishment to hell was punishment for his perceived transgression, and Lilith convinced him in the past to stage an uprising against heaven, it stands to reason why he wouldn't do it again with Charlie's life on the line.

My guess is Lilith started the first uprising, and that failed, prompting the exterminations to start happening, and after Charlie was born and the exterminations still persisted, Lilith probably wanted to do another uprising. But Lucifer would have been much more reluctant to do that when he has a daughter to protect.

So lilith leaves, taking Alastor to do her own planning over that 7 year gap. Then she hears about Charlie's plan, sends Alastor to protect her and the hotel, while she's still working on the next war effort.

At least...that's my guess at what's been going on.

It also makes sense why Alastor is so uniquely invested in the hotel and why he haaates Lucifer. He's the step dad of the situation lol.

Also, I just love Lucifer and his whole personality, Charlie takes after him in almost every way and its adorable lol.

The shows pacing is kind of suffering in the time scale department, i think it would have served the plot better if it were released spaced out similarly to Helluvaboss, because the binge format isn't conducive to the massive assumed time jump between episode 4 and episode 5. But that's more to do with the platform and way the episodes are being released, than the actual writing of the show.

The first 4 episodes take place over the course of 3 or 4 months, not in direct succession. And the last 2 episodes will probably take place during the last month before extermination, and then the season finale on the day of extermination. That pacing makes sense, but because of the way the episodes are released, it doesn't *feel* that way initially. Not the fault of the writers, more so the fault of Amazon's bizarre releasing schedule.

The philosophy of the show is really neat, reminescent of The Good Place. Where heaven is ridiculously underpopulated because of the archaic rules that gatekeep almost everyone out of heaven, and hell is overpopulated because the system of judgment is so off balance that it doesn't account for modern morality and extenuating circumstances. <- this is basically the same as The Good Place, but with more furries and more direct reference to Christian theology.

So far, i like it a lot, and im interested to see where it diverges from The Good Place.

I doubt Charlie is going to stay mad at Vaggie for long, for one she didn't seem particularly shaken in the first place, and Vaggie has shown her devotion to Charlie's cause from the start, her being an angel and her past of being and exterminator being a major hang up for Charlie would contradict Charlie's entire philosophy of "people are capable of change"

Also, i don't think Angel will get to heaven, in fact, i think he would get there and choose to stay in hell because hell is actually better than heaven in a lot of ways— especially if you're looking at it from the specifically Christian lense. Heaven wouldn't tolerate the things most souls would *want* as a part of their paradise, especially not by modern standards.

I honestly think that heaven will be described, as it has been thus far, as only accepting to the hyper religious zealot sorts that are deeply hypocritical— why else would Adam be there? Dude is the epitome of a red-pilled mysogynist dickwad. He likely got into heaven based solely on his kissup nature to the presiding God.

on what is considered appropriate behavior.

I think this is the general criticism the show is going for, a solid combination of critiquing the functionality of a system like heaven and hell, and a critique of the "virtues" one would be required to follow in order to get there.

Fuck, even Lucifer was taken aback by Charlie being in a queer relationship. To me that speaks a lot to the values *he* as an angel, was taught.

#hazbin hotel #silly theories #possible spoilers #thoughts #media analysis

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mercurygray · 1 year

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After the Storm

@latibvles asked: “ after the storm had passed ” for Naera and a character of your choosing !! :)

Pairing: Erryk Cargyll x Original Female Character (Naera, a dragonkeeper) Rating: Mature

Thanks for the prompt, friend! I'm experimenting with a new format for these.

If someone ever asked, she'd say the storm had made them wild.

Outside the Dragonpit the sky was ablaze with lightning, the wind howling at the high windows. But dragons did not care for storms - deep under the Dragonpit they slept, unafraid. And the word came to her chamber - Someone is asking for you, Naera.

He looked almost hopeless, standing there in his muted browns, dripping rain from everywhere. Where is your white cloak, Ser, and your sword and armor? Where are your badges of office? And, perhaps the thing she wanted to know most of all - "Where is your lord?"

"He bid me leave him," Erryk said, shaking a little in the cold. "And for once I did not want to disobey." He swallowed. "My night is my own." And then he said a single word, spoken so clearly she could not mistake it - "Kostilus, Naera." Please.

How could she refuse?

It had been too good, to bring him to her little cell and strip him naked, bid him untie her belt and let her tunic down. It had been many moons, since she'd last taken a lover, and he took to her like a flame, his lips everywhere he could reach while she sat astride him in her narrow cot and called him sweet names like a dragon she meant to coax, ñuha azantys, ñuha rhovio, ñuha perzys, my knight, my thunder, my fire.

(They built strong men, in the Stormlands. He might have been out of practice but she was mostly pleased.)

And in the light of morning, after the storm had passed, they were still here, and the Seven had hardly called down the end of the world. Erryk was still sleeping soundly, his hair loose on her pillow. She'd never quite noticed the color of it before, sandy brown in some places and almost copper in others. Like a dragon's shell.

He turned over a little as she stroked his chest, his eyes still heavy with sleep as his hand met hers and brough it to his lips. "Ñuha perzys. My fire."

So he knew more than a simple please. "When does a Kingsguard find time to learn High Valyrian?"

"Aegon has lessons every week. A man must do something to pass the time."

Naera could have laughed - lessons every week, and his kingsguard speaks better than he. "Where is he, do you think?" When he orders you away, where does he go?

"Flea Bottom. Docks. Mouth of Hell. I'm not sure he cares as long as there's wine and a girl to fuck." It was the first time he'd spoken so openly and disdainfully, and she would have laughed if she'd had the time, but he remembered himself too quickly. "Sorry, I'm -"

"-allowed to say what you like in my bed," Naera said, cutting him off before he finished his apology. "My gods don't judge like yours do."

She knew, then, that she shouldn't have said anything - his face fell. "Yes, my gods do judge - traitors and oathbreakers alike."

The Doom take his Seven and their damned oaths. "You are no traitor, and you've broken no oath."

"I swear to ward the king," Erryk repeated. "I will never flee, nor falter in my duty. I shall take no wife, hold no lands, and father no children."

"I am no wife," she reminded him, gently stroking his hair. "And when I bear children, I will name no father. They will be Naera's only, and none of my people shall mind." She sighed. "Why would they ever ask such a thing of you?" To be so lonely, and live such a life?

"Ask Visenya," Erryk replied, almost irritable. "It was she who wrote the oath, in the Conqueror's day. We swear it still." He took a deep breath and dragged his hand over his eyes. "I suppose I should go find him."

"I could go with," Naera offered. "Four eyes are better than two."

Erryk shook his head. "I don't want him to know about us. The King's house is full of secrets and I don't want any of them knowing mine. He'd hold it like a knife to my throat - or to yours. He already dislikes you," he added, quietly. "Because you stand up to him. Bad things happen to women like that - and to men who take what he wants."

Now that I do believe. "Then we will be silent." She rose from the bed, letting him collect his shirt and tunic while she poured water for him to wash. "When will you come again?" she asked, watching him as he got dressed and prepared to leave.

"When?" Strange how even a simple word could make him laugh, even now. "You're not tired of me and my complaints?"

"The blood of the dragon runs hot," she murmured with a grin. "I need a storm to slake it." She kissed him on the cheek, lingering close. "Go find your prince. And come to me when you can." You have something he wants, she wanted to whisper. Let that comfort you.

Any errors with the Valyrian are entirely my own - grammar isn't my strong suit when learning new languages. You can read more of Naera's story here on tumblr or here on AO3. Comments and tag commentary are read and appreciated!

#i have written a thing #mercurygraypresents #naera tynara's daughter #ser erryk cargyll #ser erryk cargyll x ofc #house of the dragon oc #house of the dragon fanfiction #fyeahhotdocs #ocappreciation

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alectoperdita · 7 months

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Do you prefer they do individual fics or like, only put one Fandom in a fic? I never do kinktober ficlets because I never know what format to do 😭

I think I'd prefer individual personally but that's just me. Makes summaries and tagging easier

Yeah, that's the way to do it in my opinion, publish as individual fics with their own titles and summaries. If the different chapters of a fic are not actually related to each other through narrative and character continuity, stop piling them together. As in the entire thing cannot be read in as one coherent narrative, I'm begging authors to reconsider.

If authors are still looking to connect them in some way, the series or collection functionalities are right there. If they care about the order in which things are read, use series because they have an ordering function.

It's not as if I'm entirely without sympathies for authors that do this. Titles and summaries are hard, and if they're doing a daily challenge, it's less work to throw it up as a new chapter of a work.

(I have also seen some authors talk about how dumping everything into one fic is "better for their stats", which yeah, I can see why that would be but still doesn't address my biggest complaints as a reader.)

As a frequent reader, though, I'm out of patience for this kind of behavior. (And original fiction smut writers seem especially bad about this.) I have my squicks filtered out while browsing, so all this ensures is that I never touch or see an author's kinktober prompt fill for "come inflation" because they put their fill for "watersports" in the same chaptered fic. Conversely, if I'm in the "double penetration" tag, then I don't feel incentivized to scan through 30 chapters to find the one 800 word long fic with that. Otherwise, all it guarantees for me is my eyes glazing over the wall of tags for a generically title "Kinktober 2023" fic with no discernible summary to draw my interest that updates once per day until I just get tired enough of scrolling past it repeatedly and mute the author completely.

And maybe I'm just overly anal, but it vexes me because it's a subpar reading/browsing experience to me.

#replies #leechysmile #🧂🧂🧂#lol I have feelings #maybe this is how the majority actually prefers it and I'm in the minority #doesn't mean I can't hate it!#and now y'all know too much about my smut reading habits

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northwestofinsanity · 10 months

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Interesting development tonight while trying to make Tumblr work a bit better on my phone while my tablet doesn't want to work with it -I figured out how to fix my blog URL from redirecting to in-dashboard view (tumblr.com/[user URL]) on my mobile browser, regardless of which URL format I use ...and I believe it's a workaround for the issue of Tumblr's login wall popping up in blog-view even for people who have chosen in their settings to keep their blogs viewable to everyone by being able to have your blog work in [User URL].tumblr.com format on mobile.

For anyone who wants the ending point first before the context, TL;DR -it has to do with THIS. If you're curious or need the visual of what exactly the difference the "Use Default Mobile Theme" setting makes, and why it might be a problem, context follows:

So, for about a year now, the picture below is how my blog -and most other users' who use the basic Tumblr theme instead of a custom blog -comes up on a mobile browser:

It displays under the dashboard header, like I opened it from a post, and the URL stays in the dash-view format - tumblr.com/[user URL]. I could tap on the highlighted, second link for my blog page I had enabled with [user URL].tumblr.com, and it would *still* revert itself into dash view, and the previous URL. Also, this rendered my blog unviewable to anyone without an account, as the login wall would pop up in short order after loading -and I do in fact have friends who I occasionally share some of my Tumblr posts with, but they do not have or want to make an account. (Yes, you may ask me "why not just go with a completely different custom theme so that it has to load properly?" -Well, I do have "custom theme enabled" selected -as one known step for allowing public view -but I stick with the "Official Tumblr Theme" because I like the simplicity and accessibility of it, and I've had a lot of menus not display right or be confusing to find on other people's custom themes, and while it's their choice to use what they like for their own blogs, I want *my* blog to be accessible and easy to navigate, for my own sake as well as anyone else. And it's not like this has always been a problem with my blog theme, right? So, why should it be?)

But then I also realized that I have a few users I follow using the Tumblr official theme for at least their mobile site who still had it loading the way it used to for me, and switching properly to [user URL].tumblr.com, and bypassing the login wall as far as I could tell. Now that I've finally figured out how to switch back after what changed about a year ago, when I tap on that second link on my phone browser, it looks like this:

Look! It's the proper URL with the blog search bar at the top. I can share my own posts with my friends who don't have a Tumblr account, and they can *see* it without the login prompt blocking it up if their using a phone. Better yet, I haven't quite figured out this part, but ever since "featured tags" became a thing, my phone mobile browsers won't let me search anything other than featured tags on the search bar in tumblr.com/[user URL] view -I could tap "enter" all day after typing it in, and it just doesn't register or go anywhere at all, and I've yet to get any answers from help requests on that... (Note: I can search blogs on in-dash view just fine on desktop -that's only a glitch on my phone). But that search bar at the top in the proper URL view works like a charm for anyone lucky enough to be dealing with that same glitch, and is so much easier than having to manually type in search or tag URLs for non-featured tags.

So, that brings us to what changed:

I started digging through my blog and theme settings for *anything* that would possibly fix this, and was even about to resort to switching to a custom theme with the simplest layout possible if necessary (Again, I've had the "custom theme enabled" toggle on for as long as it's existed, as a known step for bypassing the log-in wall despite also allowing public views on blogs.) Then, I finally noticed an "Advanced" panel on the very bottom of the editing tray that led me to the solution

The toggle for "Use Default Mobile Theme" was enabled on my advanced settings -something that did not exist when I designed my blog in 2017. (And aside from a minor tweak to my blog description, that theme has remained the same from that very night forward). As it states, "This will override your theme with a special layout optimized for browsing on mobile devices like iPhone and Android". What it doesn't say is that it will ALSO override the switch to [user URL].tumblr.com, and keep your blog opening in in-dash view on mobile browsers, regardless of your other view settings. As soon as I found that and toggled it off, one of my greatest headaches with using Tumblr on my phone over the last year was cured.

Now, I still can't navigate easily on other users' blogs who have that enabled, whether by choice, or by not knowing how to fix this issue, but again -their blog, their choice. Throwing this out there for anyone who's been as perplexed by this as I have been and might not know you *have* a choice.

#tumblr troubles #tumblr problems #tumblr mobile web #i cannot tell you how much this has been driving me crazy!#hope this helps someone

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ace-bookdragon · 2 years

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ace-bookdragon fanfic masterpost

figured that doing one of these may be helpful (at least for me, because i keep changing my tagging system), so here we are! i'll add more of my short tumblr pieces as i come across them. all ao3 fics have been set so that only registered users can read them.

fandoms: ranger's apprentice and the locked tomb

* denotes a romantic pairing. newest to oldest

ranger's apprentice

a release or respite from the heat and the hurt

The story of how Halt nearly loses his horse. Written for the Autistic!Halt fic fest for the prompt “Abelard helping Halt with sensory issues”.

the woman in the fire *

Months after Alyss's death, Will stands on a hill and watches the sunset.

the girl across the water

Halt is surveying the sea, looking westward not just to see the setting sun. His homeland is in that direction, though to call it homeland is perhaps a wrong bit of wording. Birthland would be better. The place where he was raised. The end of the world is in that direction, and, more importantly, his little sister. The sunset is beautiful, and beautiful things remind him of her.

rainsong (imagery study)

Halt and Abelard ride home. It's a rainy evening.

spring rain

Alyss Mainwaring and Jenny Dalby, Redmont's resident old lady duo, spend some time together.

all the lonely people

Will wakes up one night from a nightmare about what happened in Skandia.

espresso and a storm

Will, Ebony, and Halt get stuck inside a coffee shop during a storm.

a father found and lost

Gilan arrives at Redmont with some devastating news. Written for the prompt "you're truly alone and goddammit it hurts to imagine".

if you died i'd never forgive myself *

Horace and Will separate while trying to capture the Scotti general MacHaddish. When Horace saves Will's life, the unexpected happens.

snapshots *

Halt and Crowley go through some old pictures of them together.

flowers for crowley

Halt visits Crowley's grave after he dies.

and i'm all out of breath

When Halt and Crowley go to take care of some bandits, something happens and Halt must face his past.

i still hear you in the breeze

Halt returns to Clonmel for the first time since he fled, only to find that someone he loved is gone.

let our hearts, like doors, open wide, open wide *

Asexual!Crowley comes out to Halt, his partner. They both struggle to figure out how to make their relationship work despite this.

a RA christmas

The Ward is celebrating Christmas, and it's in free verse.

5 times crowley and halt saw the seasons change and one time they didn't

Seasonal Cralt, follows the 5x1 format. Will probably never be completed.

tumblr short fics (in the order i find them because they are untagged and buried deeply in the chaos that is this blog):

gravesite

the light was taken *

planting seeds in a garden i never get to see

happy mother's day, from alyss

the locked tomb

celestial body

Aboard the Mithraeum, Harrow starts looking at the stars and mapping constellations.

when you fall asleep

Every now and then, Harrowhark dreams of a young woman with red hair and golden eyes. She's oddly familiar, and Harrow feels like she knows her. She never remembers the dreams, but always wakes up to blood coming out of her ears and nose. or: Gideon is getting pissed about Harrow's lobotomy and wants her to know what happened, and she may just haunt her dreams about it.

We Are The Crossroads*

When Covid-19 forces the world to shut down, Harrowhark Nonagesimus is left to spend quarantine alone in her apartment. As loneliness drives her to seek out companionship through her university’s Discord server, she finds herself reconnecting with her old friend Gideon, who she hasn’t heard from in nearly a year after a fight that has left them both deeply hurt. In progress.

Magpie

Camilla talks to Palmedes, reflecting on their relationship. Set during Nona the Ninth, and contains spoilers for it.

arcane: league of legends (cartoon 2021)

light and air find some new deepness there

What do you do when you have spent your whole life doing things, creating, and then come to what feels like a dead stop? What do you do when all your options in one direction are gone, dried up like water beneath a blazing summer sun?

You turn and go in another direction. If one way isn’t working, another surely will.

A little character study of Heimerdinger's visit to the Undercity. Who knows who he'll meet?

#my writing #fanfic masterpost #ranger's apprentice #tlt #arcane league of legends

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zmwrites · 2 years

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Many salutations this day of storytelling, Ghosty

Please tell to me the origins and formation of Just Jane and also what were the initial vibes vs (if applicable) the vibes currently

Hello Sleepy!!! Deepest apologies for how long it took me to get to this!

Just Jane came about bc a single scene jumped into my brain fully formed:

“Lord Blackburn is a brilliant man from noble family lines. If we capture him and reason with him, I’m sure he would see the error of his ways and make amends for what he’s done,” one of the pompously named lords argued.

Jane’s snort was louder than intended, and every set of eyes in the room turned to look at her.

“Do you have something to add, Miss?”

“Lord Blackburn is a punk bitch and needs to die,” she replied. Several people inhaled sharply. “How many people have died because of him? Because of his negligence, or an order he gave, or at the pointy end of his sword? He doesn’t deserve another chance to become a better person. He’s squandered enough charity as it is and benefitted for far too long from you lot looking the other way when he commits atrocities against his own people.”

In most Fantasy Stories(tm) everyone with plot-relevance has a very important-sounding name. So I wanted to write a story centred around Jane, who isn't secretly from a powerful family and isn't some prophesied hero and doesn't have any magical powers that come to light in her moment of need. She's Just Jane, a clever thief who was in the wrong place at the wrong time and is now trying to save her homeland. She's no one important, but she becomes important bc of the choices she makes throughout the story.

After that it was a matter of playing a lot of Skyrim and stealing plot points + reading writing prompts for plot points + watching TV for plot points until I had enough plot points to make a full story.

The vibes I was aiming for were heavily Skyrim-inspired: huge underground labyrinths, sliding stone doors that shake the earth around you, hidden passages only accessible after solving puzzles. I wanted to show that Jane was smart and able to solve things the other (importantly-named) characters couldn't bc she had a completely different set of life experiences.

Unfortunately, I've now introduced too many characters and my standalone book has too many subplots to really flesh out and explore the cool settings I originally imagined. It's now much more political (which I still enjoy!) and has a lot more interpersonal issues to navigate instead of just cool caves.

I'm currently stuck in my writing while I decide if I'm going to expand the book into a series so I can include all of the things I want to include or if I'm going to viciously cut back on characters and subplots to fit it into one book.

That is the development and current sticking-point for my darling Just Jane! Thank you so much for the question!

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casualjacobwrites · 7 months

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FFXIV Write 2023 Prompt #18 - A Fish Out of Water

For once, I write for my current main with hints of how I picture his relationship with Aymeric starting out. Takes place after the Final Steps of Faith and the formation of the House of Lords and House of Commons in Ishgard.

Word Count: 1419

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Aymeric meandered through the people strolling through the Jeweled Crozier all of whom seemed far too preoccupied with either buying or selling goods to notice him. Ahead of him mere fulms away Sindri paused to marvel at a line of necklaces and pendants hanging from the awning of one of the many kiosks. No one in the crowd seemed to recognize him either, a veritable miracle considering his reputation and esteem towered far above Ser Aymeric de Borel's.

“See somethin' ye like, sirs?” The kiosk attendant's accent alone was enough to pin her as someone far removed from the high houses. From her dress and the brightness of her eyes it appeared she plied her trade well enough to support herself and her family. Looking at the quality of the pendants he could understand why. Many noble men and women would overlook her station in order to wear such a finely crafted piece of jewelry.

Aymeric tucked his hands behind his back as he browsed alongside Sindri, a habit not formed from long years of training as a member of the Temple Knights but rather one learned as a bastard child who didn't want to be accused of stealing by his betters. He pushed the sad memories aside to watch as Sindri touched one of the necklaces.

“Aye, that's one of our newest ones, it is. Helped carve the mold meself,” the attendant said with pride.

“It looks familiar,” Sindri replied, turning the pendant over. He smiled fondly and held it closer to Aymeric. “Recognize it?”

“The mural at Falcon's Rest.” It was indeed impressive work and would probably sell out before the day was over. For anyone in Ishgard to create art representing peace between man and dragon still seemed like something out of a fever dream. Aymeric was compelled to show his appreciation for the crafter's work if only so it might encourage her to make more like it.

Before he could reach for his coin purse he heard Sindri ask, “How much?”

The attendant started out with a price, obviously prepared for Sindri to try and haggle her down. She was shocked when he simply placed the gil into her waiting hands that she almost forgot to put the pendant into a small box for him. Either Sindri was unaccustomed to the practice of making a deal, or he felt the jewelry was well worth the price. For some reason Aymeric suspected it was the latter and the thought made his heart soften.

They had scarcely taken a half-dozen steps before Sindri was stopped by a young elezen child who tugged at his sleeve. The viera looked down with a patient smile.

“Pardon me, ser, but are you the Warrior of Light?”

Aymeric groaned inwardly as many heads turned in their direction, including the attendant whose kiosk they'd just left. Murmuring could be heard from one end of the market to another, and he knew it wouldn't be long before the crowd rallied towards them. He started to look around for familiar faces in the guard or members of the high houses who might help them escape, but something Sindri did made him stop.

The Champion simply nodded his head and offered his hand to the young child to shake it. Around them the crowd exploded into cheers and then shouts of praise and thanks. Sindri took it in stride, greeting each person one by one as they approached. He also looked for a city guard, nodding to them as they stood nearby to make sure no one rushed them or overwhelmed them.

Aymeric felt someone poke his shoulder and he turned to see the pendant maker standing beside him with both her hands thrust towards him. She was holding the gil Sindri had given her. “Forgive me, I had no idea who ye was. I can't take his money after all he's done for us, or yours either, Ser Borel.” She tried to press the coins into his palm while bowing at the same moment.

Cupping his hands around hers, Aymeric urged her to keep the money. “No, you deserve compensation for your work. He would be far more offended to know you refunded the money.”

The attendant looked at her hands and then up to Aymeric's face. “But—”

“No,” he repeated with gentle firmness. “Keep it, and tell your family how much the Warrior of Light admired your art.”

After some hesitation, she nodded and slipped away to return to her kiosk. Aymeric did his best to stay close to Sindri. For a mercy the crowd remained civil and allowed them passage through the Crozier albeit at a glacial pace. Most of the people around them appeared content to yell words of gratitude from afar or to simply catch a glimpse of the man who'd ended a thousand-year war. Others were intent to lavish the Champion with gifts, which he swiftly refused and offered to instead shake their hands or, in one case, hug someone's infant.

Aymeric, too, was accosted by some of the onlookers. So many men and women were thrilled at the formation of the House of Commons, and happier still that he was there to lead Ishgard into a new and brighter future than any of its citizens had ever dreamed. Though he appreciated all the kind words and was gladdened to see the joy on his people's faces, the constant thrum of conversation and the crowd was far more than he wanted to handle. It wasn't that he was unaccustomed to addressing the public. No, he had commanded the Temple Knights for years, and he had spent more hours than he wished to count giving speeches to crowds since rejoining the Alliance. However, dealing with the public one-on-one, was different, particularly when everyone there looked up to him as a hero or as some infallible leader. He was, to borrow a phrase from Merlwyb, a fish out of water.

His heart began to pound hard enough that it filled his ears with the rapid beat. Drops of perspiration beaded his brow despite the chill of the snow falling. There were so many people surrounding him with no clear path to safety. Trying to maintain his composure, he once more looked for the guard, except he couldn't seem to spot any of them. The panic rose as he began to fear he might never leave the Crozier again and would have made him shout had it not been for the pressure of another hand squeezing his.

Aymeric looked down to see darkly colored fingers encircling his own. He followed the arm to its owner to see Sindri gazing at him with gentle smile. His calm countenance put Aymeric at ease immediately and while he probably should have considered the implications of holding hands with the Champion of Eorzea in public, he kept his fingers locked around his as they made their way back towards the Last Vigil. When at last they were alone again, the tension in his chest eased and he managed a few deep breaths.

“Forgive me,” he said. “I'm not quite as accustomed to hero worship.” He let out a weak laugh and noticed he was still holding Sindri's hand. With reluctance, he let it go and adjusted the collar of his coat. “I'm sorry.”

“Whatever for?” The other man cocked his head, the tips of his leporine ears wavering slightly in a cold gust of wind. Aymeric wondered not for the first time how it was his ears didn't freeze right off his head. “It's overwhelming, I know. I would love to say you get used to it, but in all honesty I never have.”

“No, I don't suppose you would.” Feeling more like himself, he offered an arm to Sindri. It was a gesture one gave to someone he was courting rather than a friend, but he figured while he was going outside his comfort zone he may as well take a risk. “Would you like to eat? I'm famished myself.”

There was no hesitation as Sindri slipped his arm through Aymeric's. He even used it to pull himself close enough that there was barely an ilm of space between them. “Lead the way,” he said, his mismatched eyes gazing up at the elezen.

Taking a risk or no, the pleasant shock of the other man's warmth so close to his caused him to fumble his words. Ultimately he decided it was best to simply take one step forward rather than attempt conversation on the walk home.

#ffxivwrite #ffxivwrite2023 #CasualJacob's writing

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moriartyluver · 2 years

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Hi! May I request a Louis x Reader where we just SMOTHER him with love and affection? Maybe a scenario where he's feeling a bit down or tired. Maybe we're in the bedroom and we're caressing his cheeks while just saying a lot of words of affirmation and physical touch. One where he's not saying anything while we just hit him with the most reassuring words of encouragement anybody has ever said to him and he's holding back tears while we look at him with the softest eyes he had ever seen. You can add any other characters if you want ofc! (since ur the author and u have full control) have a good day/night! (Also sorry if my English isn't very good I'm still learning)

A/N: your English is great anon! I honestly wouldn’t have guessed you weren’t a native speaker! Thank you for your request btw! I love Louis sm <3 I also added a few other characters as a little treat. Sorry if it took longer than expected! READER IS GENDER NEUTRAL

Character: Louis J Moriarty x reader, William J Moriarty x reader, Albert J Moriarty x reader (separate)

Genre: (almost tooth-rotting) fluff, comfort

Prompt: comforting the Moriarty brothers after a long day

Format: Drabble + scenarios

Warnings: ptsd episode (in William’s) and mentions of suicide (William again)

—Louis J. Moriarty who had a bad day with all the work being done around the manor and Sebastian slacking off while William hadn’t been taking care of himself. He’s sick of being the responsible adult who has to take care of everyone. He just wants to be comforted and held (don’t we all?). That’s where you come in. He loves you more than anything. You’re always there for him.

“Had a bad day ,love?” You asked Louis as he sat down on your bed.

He was evidently tired. You could tell his reckless brothers had been stressing him out and Sebastian really hadn’t been helping with all his drinking. Fred told you he thought he wasn’t doing well once you came back home and you made it your duty, as his lover, to take care of the poor boy.

“Yeah..I’m fine, dear…” he lied. He avoided your gaze. You had seen right through him.

“You sure?” You said, placing a hand on Louis’ thigh. He chewed on his lip, secretly warming into your touch, hoping you’d give him a hug, a kiss, anything really. He was so tired and he just wanted you to comfort him.

He nodded with a hum but was interrupted by your arms enveloping his sleepy form. He was surprised at first but returned the affectionate gesture and leaned into you, his head resting on your shoulder.

“Liar.” You smiled as you reached over to his cheek and started caressing it.

Your lover tried to hide his embarrassed face but you lifted his face to yours and peppered him in kisses, leaving him blushing like crazy.

“You don’t have to tell me how your day was but it might feel better to let a few things of your chest?” You suggested after giving him a kiss on his forehead and letting him snuggle into you.

“ ‘m just feeling a bit down.” His muffled voice said

“Alright, darling,” you smiled, running your fingers through his soft dirty blonde locks. “Honestly, I don’t know anyone who’s stronger than you. You keep everything in order and I don’t know how on earth you can put up with Moran’s whines sometimes.” You laughed.

At this point, his eyes have a shimmer on them and his eyelashes had grown wet with this tears. He was holding back sobs as you held him close to your warm and comforting body.

After more words of adoration and affirmation, you lifted his chin, leading him to face your soft smile.

“I love you more than anything.”

(He cried in your arms after that while you wondered what you did wrong)

—William J Moriarty who had a minor ptsd episode while you were in the garden with Fred and he was in his office. You walk in just in time and comfort him as his lovely spouse. What would he do without you? (He’d kill himself.)

“(Name)? Where are you going?” Fred asked as you rose from your previous kneeling position beside him.

“I don’t know..I just have a feeling somethings off. I’m gonna go check on Liam..” you said, rushing back into the house. You trusted your intuition, you really did but sometimes you doubted it. Why would your gut instinct tell you to go into William’s office when you were meant to be hanging out with Fred and admiring his flowers?

Fred nodded as he watched you run into the house. You and William had such a strong bond, it honestly kept surprising them at times. Whenever he was sick, William would refuse to be seen by anyone else but you, who forcefully nursed him back to health. William barely could ever sleep unless you were there beside him. Perhaps you had become a telepath too.

Once the door to William’s office swung open, you scanned the room for your lover. He wasn’t sat at his desk which made you worried. As you walked into the room, you could hear muffled sniffles and crys. You turned in the direction of the sounds to see William crumpled on the floor beside his desk, clearly upset and panicky. As his lover, you had been told of his childhood before but didn’t understand the true extent of how much his past had haunted him until that moment.

“William…?” You called out to him. Panic was mildly evident in your voice but you tried to remain calm for his sake. You didn’t want to worry the others so you decided to take care of him by yourself.

He was shivering and crying, completely disconnected from reality.

You knelt beside him and placed a hand on his shoulder reassuringly, letting him know that you were there. Never having witnessed William in such a state before meant that you didn’t know what exactly you were meant to do so you treated the incident as a more severe version of a panic attack (mind you, in the Victorian era, nobody knew ptsd existed and mental health issues were treated very poorly. Most people were ‘exorcised’ if they were traumatised or going through a manic episode)

You grabbed a blanket that was discarded on the couch and draped it over him, holding his head close to your chest while you rubbed his back, easing him along and waiting for his breathing to steady. You could feel his hands gripping the back of your clothes as he continued crying into your chest. He was somewhat ashamed that you had seen him like that. He was so used to being strong for you and William never would have hoped you’d see it.

You continued reassuring him through physical affection and your words while your lover calmed down slowly. You sat him on the couch with you and stroked his hair while he clung to your body, refusing to let you see his pretty tear stained face. You played with his hair while he tried to tell you what had happened only a few moments before you entered the room. He was scared. Scared of being a bad person.

William was the kindest and most empathetic man you knew. He always did what he believed to be the best for others and was there for you when you needed him. Surely, a man like him could never be bad. And you told him exactly that.

He felt so lucky to have you. You were there when he was at his lowest and reassured him of his worth. You were so good to him.

(When Fred came to check up on the two of you out of curiosity, he found William asleep in your arms and you laying underneath him. Bonde also happened to be there and if Victorian cameras were more advanced, he would totally have taken multiple pictures of such a sentimental scene)

—Albert J Moriarty who had came back from a party full of morally bankrupt nobles, irritated to the bone and in desperate need of being able to rant to his lover while laying his head down in their lap.

“Welcome back, darling.” You greeted your husband.

As the oldest son of the Moriarty family, he held the responsibility of attending numerous events with other nobles, on top of the work he had to do for the military intelligence and the Lord of crime all at once.

You could tell that he didn’t have a fun time at the recent ball. You knew of the nobles who were hosting it and…to say the least they were on the Lord of crime’s hitlist….

“Incredibly glad to be back.” He gave you a tired smile and hung up his blazer, removing the rest of his formal wear as soon as he shut the door to your shared bedroom.

“They were annoying, weren’t they?”

“Mhm..your lucky you didn’t have to go.” He murmured, putting on some more comfortable clothes “still, I wish I had some decent company in such a filthy place..”

“I really wish I could have gone with you, baby, but I was busy helping Moran..” an idea popped into your head like a shiny lightbulb glowing above you. “How about you tell me all about it while you lay your head down in my lap?”

This wasn’t the first time you had offered this form of affection. It wasn’t strange for it to be the other way round either. After a few moments of silence, Albert plopped his head onto your soft thighs, almost as though he were a cat. His chocolate coloured locks cascaded over your upper legs as he shifted around, trying to get comfortable.

“God, how can I even begin to start on how bad these nobles were…when we were dancing, one of the noblemen knocked into a servant who was serving drinks and she apologised immediately even though it wasn’t her fault and the nobleman started yelling at her in front of everyone, with no shame..!” You listened attentively while your lover rambled on. You played with his hair and even braided a small part of it while he continued talking, his beautiful voice echoing against the walls of the room.

“Are you listening ,love?” He asked, pulling your hand away from his hair and over to his lips, placing a soft kiss against the back of your hand.

“As always, dear.” You smiled sincerely.

Moments like these were always the most comforting with Albert, a man plagued by his obsession with perfection. He didn’t care when he was with you, at least not a lot, anyways.

#moriarty the patriot #william james moriarty #william moriarty #william moriarty x reader #yuumori x reader #mtp william #mtp x reader #mtp Albert #albert moriarty #Albert moriarty x reader #Louis moriarty #Louis moriarty x reader #yuukoku no moriarty x reader #yuukoku no moriarty #james moriarty #moriarty brothers #liam moriarty

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nopoodles · 2 years

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Show Your Process Tag

Rules: When your work is tagged, show the process of its creation from planning to posting, then tag others. Use the tag #showyourprocess so we can find yours!

Tagged by the ever intriguing @saedoeswriting

I hope npbpdy minds if I go a bit theoretical on this, I have this paranoia about sharing project information too early and hyping people up only to later realise I can't finish the project so I don't want to chat too much about stuff that's far away on the publish-o-meter, but it also feels weird to use a sequel for this, and the inspiration and preparation parts of Merry Arlan: Breaking The Curse were such a long time ago (that book took me 4 years to finish, not including the very first ever draft of it)

Inspiration

Usually inspiration comes from a brief blip of a thing. A "what if" on a story by someone else. A song that builds images in my head. A ride at Disneyland Paris on my honeymoon in 2018 followed by 3 days of my wife being snowed off site and us tellng each other stories wrapped up in blankets to pass the time(okay, that's pretty specific, it's my NTK Pirate Project).

Actually, a lot of my inspiration comes from my wife, she gives me a lot of "what ifs" to follow, encourages me when I start rambling about stories and potential stories. She's said before "Yes, take my ideas and turn them into stories because I don't want to write, I jus want to read them"

Preparation

The most prep I ever did was for my 2021 NaNoWriMo project (current title share is Untitled Space Opera, it's part of the Inter-Planetary Alliance Novels, coming ????), I printed off two different prep booklets and built characters, wrote down scene prompts, gave each character their own theme song. And then I used exactly none of that and just wrote what came to mind. (Have I mentioned lately that I'm a pantser?)

Most of the time "preparation" looks like "I can't write this full thing right now, let me just write this scene I have in my head" and "Do I have anything planned on Tuesday?"

Like, I have a plan to be finished with rewrites of the second Guardian Cadet Series book by 30th June and then spend at least the first week of July (possibly longer) just letting the whims take me where they will. That's prep, right?

Process

I write, majoritively, in order. Except in cases where I've written some kickass foreshadowing and I want to write what has been foreshadowed lest I forget that the foreshadowing exists.

I can write in any format, at any time of day, in almost any situation. If I have an idea, I'm writing it down, even if I'm trying to sleep, or trying to catch the bus, or in the middle of a conversation, or making dinner (am I hard to live with? Probably but I've asked my wife and she said she thinks its cute so that's fine, right?).

I will also write scenes that I don't have a location for yet, just because they come to mind. Draft 2 is for putting the puzzle pieces in order. Speaking of draft 2, I usually write 5-6 drafts before anyone else lays eyes on it, then it goes to my wife so she can translate it out of dyslexic-language and tell me that, while I am getting better with full stops, I still haven't quite mastered the art (semi-colons though, those I get).

Thoughts

Sometimes I wish I was more linear. I see people who outline smashing out books like they're frying tattie scones in a bright kitchen with all the proper utensils. Me, on the other hand, I have a fork because the spatula is broken, and the lights keep flickering off so I have to take great long pauses to stay safe and sane.

On the other hand, I know my process makes the books I want to make. (Poorly lit kitchen, fork instead of a spatula or not, those are some damn fine tattie scones.) Not to mention, I probably wouldn't be able to do it any other way (because I've tried).

I've always been impatient with myself and my output, I have so many ideas that I want to write, being able to write faster would be such a boon because it would mean I could get to them faster. But some things take more time. Spaghetti bolognase and Lasagne (okay, I can't spell, I'm sorry) are made up of mostly the same ingredients, but one takes a lot longer than the other. They're both tasty, they're both of the same value, they're both great. So slow-written books can be just as good as quick-written books too.

Tagging

I'm not sure who hasn't already been tagged in this one but if you happen across it and yu want to do it, tell them I tagged you

#showyourprocess #show your process #got a bit meta my apologies #also this is way long #anyway #tag games!

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kass-storycorner · 3 years

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Hello!! i stumbled across your works and i absolutely fell inlove with your writing (especially the angsty ones)

Can i jump on the angst train and request a fic with a line that goes "I'm here, you dont have to wait anymore," with childe? Like maybe the reader told childe that theyll wait for him no matter how long it takes (and maybe a sprinkle of argument) but something happened that made the reader be on the brink of death. With or without comfort/happy ending is up to u!!

first of all thank you so much for the request! and it really makes me so happy to hear that you like my writing, especially my angst haha secondly I am so sorry that this took so long, since I saw this ask in my inbox I couldn't stop thinking about it and finished the first part of this pretty quickly - only to be stuck at how to end it (and actually fulfill the request haha). right now i am not really happy with the ending, though I feel like this is the best I can currently do! I really hope you enjoy, please let me know if it was alright haha (also I fear that I didn't really...wrote Childe in-character, I don't know)

Waiting for you

Genre: Angst, Hurt, comfort at the end

Characters: Childe x gn!reader (Childe is referred by is actual name by the reader, but outside of dialog he's called Childe)

Format: bullet points (backstory) + Text (actual fic, answer to the prompt)

Word count: 4324

Content warning: veeeery slight spoiler warning for the Liyue quests, its literally just one sentence and I tried to keep it as ambigious as possible, slight cursing (using the word bitch too, though thats the only instance of using gendered-vocab for the reader, i still wrote them gn!), mention of blood, mild violence, not proof-read ahah when will i ever do that

you can find the fic under the cut, have fun reading!

You and Childe knew each other since you were just little kids – him and his family being neighbours had meant you always ended up playing with him and his siblings, though you both got along the best.

On more than one occasion you both just ran off to somewhere no one could disturb you, your secret hideout, trading stories of great warriors from outside of Snezhnaya you heard the fishermen at the docks talk about.

Most people and children were wary of Childe, he was always the one who wanted to ‘play-fight’, which ended most of the time with the other kid running home, crying. However, you were the exception, always able to beat him or at least have a tie. Your parents, especially your father, hated it when you came back home with bruises on your arm, a bright smile and telling how you beat Childe up that day. He never felt like Childe was someone you should surround yourself with, but he kept quite for your younger years, also thanks to your mother who wasn’t fond of the fighting either but saw how much time with Childe meant to you.

Things however changed after Childe fell into the Abyss.

It was apparent how violent he got after it, even his own family was completely helpless when it came to him. So his father send him off to join the Fatui, which was a very controversial decision in the small town you both called home – most were happy to not have Childe be around anymore, for he picked up more and more fights and became more violent, but even within Snezhnaya the Fatui have a bad reputation, so most people were convinced that he would only become even worse.

Your father was one of those who was happy, but also concerned. Your mother died shortly after Childe fell into the Abyss, so your father forbade you any contact with Childe.

This, however, did not work. After Childe had to leave Morespesok you kept in touch through letters and whenever he was in town you always met up in secret.

The letters you send each other turned sweeter the older you got, changing the feelings for friendship you both felt for each other slowly into a romantic love. Childe always ended his letter with saying that he would return soon and you always with “I’ll be waiting for you Ajax”.

You always looked forward to his letters and so did he for yours. When he came back to Morespesok after every mission he had to do for the Fatui you both would meet up in your secret hideout. This place became your save haven. Conversations, hugs, kisses and even more – everything that wasn’t written in a letter between you two happened there.

Childe was fine with this and so were you. He didn’t want people to know there was someone he loved as much as he loved you, as one of the Harbringers of the Fatui it could endanger you. You on the other hand were fine with it because, even though you had no understanding for why your father forbad you the relationship with Childe, you couldn’t stomach to disappoint him. After all he was your father and you loved him dearly, no matter how much you both might disagree on things.

Still, you longed for something more – with Childe and for your own life. You wanted to travel too; you haven’t had the chance to leave Morespesok past the few neighbouring villages. So, when Childe wrote to you that after his next visit, which would only be a few days long, he was going to Liyue and didn’t knew for how long he had to stay there – you asked him in your reply if you could join him. Him writing that it wasn’t possible and better for you to stay in Morespesok and just wait for him hurt, but you understood. You are fine with waiting for him, you always were.

You were expecting a sad but loving last night with Childe before he had to leave, ending with a bittersweet goodbye. You weren’t expecting what happened instead.

Childe was angry, it was clear to see. The moment he stepped into your secret hideout you knew something was off – how he averted your eyes, how he didn’t return your kiss with a passionate one, like usual. “Ajax”, you purred in a sweet voice, “what’s wrong?”. You tried to take his hand, but he only pulled it away. Ah, that was unusual. He never refused your touch, no matter how angry he was before. “There is nothing wrong, I just was curious if there is something you want to tell me?”, he replied in a bitter tone, not even looking at you. It took you completely off guard; you saw him be angry or sulky before, you two had your fair share of arguments in the past, but somehow this was different. “No, there is nothing except for the fact that I missed you very much,” you told him, but you could feel how you started to become irritated. When you saw him two days ago visiting your family’s shop with Teucer he gave you a warm and loving smile, winking at you when he handed you that piece of paper asking to meet up tonight. What had happened in between that made him act like this? “Tsk, fine,” and with that he was on his way out. You moved quickly in front of him, blocking the way out. “Now wait a moment, would you kindly tell me what is going on here?”. He just quietly looked at you for a few seconds before he shoved you aside. “AJAX!”, you couldn’t hide your irritation and growing anger anymore, burying your fingers in his arm in order to stop him from leaving. “What did I do to make you be angry at me?”. “It doesn’t matter”, Childe replied coldly, while trying to get you to loosen your grip on his arm. “Now let me go and run home to your father and your fiancé, I bet they are already asking where you are right now.” “My what?” you replied with bewilderment. “Childe, is that why you are angry with me? Because you think I am engaged to someone else?”. Honestly, you would find this situation hilarious if it weren’t for the fact that Childe still looked at you with a sour face. “Well, I don’t think you are engaged to someone else; I know you are. Your father was really excited about the whole thing when he told me, he even invited me to your wedding, granted if I could find the time.” As he said this, he noticed how your face was a combination of confusion and anger. And oh yes, were you angry. Angry at your father for telling such blatant lies and at Childe for believing them, confused as to why he would even believe your father in the first place. “Ajax, I-“you let go of his arm, pinching the bridge of your nose and letting out a deep sigh. “I am engaged to no one, never was. I didn’t tell you this, because I didn’t want to upset you or worry you needlessly, but maybe I should’ve done it. My father continuously tries to marry me off whenever he finds anyone, he deems a worthy suitor. I guess he might have found one of your letters, though he never said anything about it, but I can’t explain why he suddenly started to become so interested in my marital status. Every few weeks he brings another person home, tells me I should marry them, for me to turn those poor fools down and tell my father he should stop. Most accept it that I have no interest in them, some stick around for a few weeks until the realise that nothing will come of it, but yeah. Ask anyone, Archons ask your family, it’s already a running joke here.” You expected the atmosphere to become less tense after you explained the whole situation to him, for him to even turn it into a joke and to apologise for his behaviour. Instead, it just grew more tense. “Why didn’t you tell me sooner?”, his voice still being cold, underneath it you could hear how angry he still was. “Because it wasn’t important, at least not to me. Honestly Ajax, I don’t see what the issue is here. I am not engaged and I do not plan to agree to one unless-“, you stopped yourself right there. ‘Unless it’s you who’s asking’, is what you wanted to say. You could feel how your heart fluttered even just at the thought. Childe, however, did not notice where you were going with your last sentence, too

occupied with his own anger. “Unless what?”. “It doesn’t matter, can’t we just drop the topic and enjoy our first and last night in months with each other without fighting?”, this was your last offer of peace, hoping he would finally calm down. But you knew deep down – Childe never was one to back out of a fight. “No no no, continue, tell me what you wanted to say!”, his voice growing louder and louder with every word. “Ajax, let it be,” you really weren’t in the mood for anything tonight anymore and the least you wanted to do was discuss your wish of a future with him. “No, I won’t. Tell me, because I would love to know. Or don’t, you can also just go and choose one of the various suitors your father picked out for you to fuck, I bet you really enjoy it how they are all standing in line for you,” he spit his words out, full of anger and disgust. This was the final straw for you, it was apparent that Childe choose words that he knew would hurt you with intent and it made you explode. “You know what? I’ve had enough!”, you screamed at him, feeling how tears were pooling in the corner of your eyes. Not out of sadness or because his words hurt, those were tears of pure rage. “You come in here, after I haven’t seen you in weeks, before you leave for an unspecified amount of time and all you have to do is pick a fight? Fine, here have a fight! You are unhappy that I didn’t tell you how my father wants to force me in a marriage I don’t want to be in? Boho, I am so so sorry for you Ajax. Really, I can’t fathom to imagine how much you must struggle with this, but oh well, life must be so hard when you keep travelling around Teyvat. Because I really can’t imagine how life would be outside this place, what it’s like to have anything to do. Have you ever noticed, ever realised how much I hate it? Hate the wating? Because that’s all I do! I wait for your letters, and I wait for you to return. All I ever do I wait, wait, wait. Wait for you to come home yes and wait for you to finally be ready for something, anything more!”, the tears were now streaming down your hot, angry face. Childe just looked at you, waiting for you to end what you had to say. “I am tired of waiting! I am tired of keeping us hidden, yes, I agreed to it too in the beginning, but now? Dammit, Ajax. I don’t want to be left alone here when you go to Liyue, I don’t want to wait if I don’t know for how long I should wait. I just- “it became harder for you to speak, sobs interrupting you every few seconds. “I wish you would let me join you.” Except for your sobs, which you tried to supress, silence fell over the two of you. Childe just stood there in front of you, watching how you tried to stop the tears. “You know I can’t take you with me. It’s… it’s not safe,” he said after a while. You didn’t expect for him to change his mind, however his words didn’t make you feel any better… on the contrary they made you feel even feel worse. “Leave me alone,” was all you could tell him in that moment. You didn’t want to have him near you, you didn’t want to see his stupid face or look at his sad, blue eyes. Right now, you only wanted to be alone. “(Y/N)”, Childe began softly, wanting to take you in his arms but the look you gave him made him stop dead in his tracks. “Please, I need to be alone now”. The atmosphere was heavy, both of you didn’t want to part on bad terms but – right now wasn’t the right moment to make up. “I will leave you alone, but (Y/N)”, he said, looking at you with regret about how he acted just earlier, “please wait for me.” You scoffed at his words. Wait for him, again. “(Y/N)”, you turned away, so you didn’t have to see his face when he spoke your name again. “(Y/N), please. Please promise me that you will wait for me, I’ll come back, I promise you and I will make up for this… and for making you always wait for me. I promise. You make a pinkie promise, you keep it all your life. You break a pinkie promise, I throw you on the ice.” At the mention of the nursery rhyme you had to chuckle a bit. “The cold will kill the pinkie that once betrayed your friend,

the frost will freeze your tongue off, so you never lie again,” you finished it, looking back at him. “Fine, I’ll wait. But leave now.” And with that Childe left you alone, leaving Morespesok for Liyue the next day.

It has been a few months now since Childe came to Liyue and while his endeavours here were more or less successful, what was on his mind most of the days was you and how you both parted. He wanted to kick himself in the arse for how he acted that day, for making you so angry and for making you cry. The worst however is how you haven’t written him a single letter yet and Childe, though he would never admit it because of his pride, was too scared to send you one first. That he should be the first one to send you a letter was something he was aware of but still – he couldn’t find the right words. What should he write? Every time he sat down at his desk, looking at the piece of paper in front of him… he was never able to make it past “Dear (Y/N)”, and even with this he wasn’t sure, maybe “Beloved” would sound better? Childe would’ve even considered asking Zhongli for advice, however after finding out that Childe was just a pawn in his plans – he still considers Zhongli a friend, but before he could ask for advice the feeling of betrayal needs to fade out. And now he got the order to return to Snezhnaya by the end of the next month… he felt so anxious at the thought of seeing you again, not even knowing what happened with you the past months. So in the letter to his family in which he announced is return, Childe asked them, after months of not hearing anything from or about you, how you were. When he held the letter of his family in his hands, he started to feel nervous, it included the answer of your wellbeing. He knew you would keep your promise, but still. What if when not? Reading the contents of the letter, however, made him wish that he had asked sooner. Childe couldn’t stop reading the few lines his family wrote about you over and over again.

You asked about (Y/N) wellbeing in your last letter. Ajax, we wish we could tell you some more pleasant news than this, but we haven't seen or heard anything of (Y/N) for a week now. No one really knows where they might be, the last we know is that they left their home after a fight with their father, but there is nothing more we can tell you.

After reading those few lines, the letter already crumply at the edges from the way he held onto it, Childe decided to immediately make his way back home. In his opinion it didn't matter if he returned sooner than ordered and that was a problem he will face later. For now, he wanted to know what had happened to you, because he couldn't, didn’t want to, believe that you left Morepesok... you promised that you would wait for him. But doubt crept into his heart and his mind - you were so frustrated with waiting, he noticed it before you even said anything that night. However, he kept ignoring it. It wasn't like that Childe didn't also wish for more, to build a home with you, to spend more time with you. The feeling of not being good enough for you, something your father and others in Morepesok made clear to him since your childhood together, and the fear of putting a visible target on your back by being by your side... all of it held him back.

The way back home only took him a few days and when he came close to his village, seeing the once so well-known roofs and chimney of the houses, he took a junction into the woods, making his way to the secret hideout of you two. When he arrived, he noticed how it looked lived in, at first a relive for Childe, until he saw the traces of a fight - and blood on the floor. He was quick to follow the trail of blood, the father he went away from the hideout the more blood was on the ground. Suddenly he could hear a strangers voice in the distance.

"Answer me you stupid bitch!", you felt a hand pulling you up by your hair, but you were already too tired, too beaten up and injured to even respond to that violent pull. All you tried to do was to keep your hands on your stomach, trying to stop the blood from gushing out. You could barely remember what had happened, how you got there. It all started over a week ago, when you father came with another suitor wanting to marry you. Like always you turned him down, saying you had no interest in marriage, this time however he wasn't as understand as the others were. The whole thing ended in you having a huge fight with your father about it, he tried to pressure you even more than usual to take that fella as your husband. It made you sick, you just couldn't stomach being around him anymore. You always wanted to make him happy, always feared of disappointing him. But this? Him asking you to marry a random person? It was something you just couldn't do. So you went away, ran out to the little hideout planning to stay there until Childe came back. You wanted to wait for him - you even got over your stupid pride and sent away a letter for him earlier this morning... and maybe this was your mistake. Carefully you tried not to be noticed by the people in your village, you didn’t want anyone to worry about you, however you also didn’t want to explain your disappearance for the last few days. The man who your father tried you to accept as a fiancé however seemed to have spotted you when you left the post-office. It was already too late when you realised that you were followed - the man made his way into the place that was only meant for you and Childe. After that your memory started to get blurry, how was that even possible it just had happened. He attacked you, you fought back, though the man was just stronger... you ran away, feeling the blood already coming from your stomach. Your body started to become weaker, your legs grew heavier and slower until you fell. Now he was above you, grabbing your hair and screaming. It was hard to even focus on what that man said to you, too tired grew your body and mind. 'I have to stay awake', you thought. It was clear that if you lost consciousness now... well, who knows what would happen then, you only knew it wouldn't be good. You had to wait for Childe, you had to be there when he got home.

There were more than a few things in Childes live he wished he never had to see. Seeing your limp body, blood streaming out of your stomach which you could barley cover with your hand, your hair in the hands of some stranger and your eyes struggling to stay open – yes, Childe wished this was something reserved for his nightmares, not for the reality he had to face now. It didn’t even take second for him to react at that sight, swiftly being next to that man and cutting his hand off with one of his blades, kicking the rest of him away. Childe would have loved to take his time with that man, torture him, make him regret that he was born, but what was more important was to stop your bleeding. Quickly Childe sat down next to you on the ground, using his scarf to stop the bleeding. “Ajax,” he could hear you whisper quietly. “Hey, I’m here, everything is fine, everything is going to be okay.” You desperately tried to keep your eyes open, to look at him. He was a mess, his eyes filled with fear and panic spread across his face. Never had you seen him with such an expression. For only what felt a few seconds you closed your eyes and then – “Hey, (Y/N) hey, open your eyes, talk to me”, you opened them and realised that you were in Childes arms now, his eyes switching from you to what was apparently the way to Morepesok. “Ajax…”, it was so cold. When did it became so cold again? “I waited for you and now you’re here… I waited. Kept my promise.” The last few words came out slurred. “Yes, I'm here, you don’t have to wait anymore. I promise you don’t have to wait for me ever again, just please-“ his breathing was heavy, he ran as fast as he could to the village in the hopes that the healers there could help you, that there was anyone who was able to help you now. “Please, don’t close your eyes, okay?” Before you could even answer him that you will try to keep them open you could already feel yourself slip out of conscious again. All you could say before everything went dark was his name again. “Ajax…”

The first thing you noticed was a warm hand on yours. Even before you opened your eyes you knew which hand it was. “Ajax,” you were a bit shocked at the sound of your own voice. It sounded so weak. You opened your eyes, seeing into those deep blue eyes looking at you. “(Y/N)”, he didn’t sound any better. Only now you started to notice the dark circles under his eyes and how his hair looked even messier than usual. Was he by your side the whole time? “How are you feeling?”. “Better than you apparently”, you joked, weakly grinning at him. He smiled back, rubbing the backside of your hand with his thumb. “I’m glad you’re better,” he replied quietly, looking down at the hand he was holding. “I’m glad you’re here.” At that his smile faded, turning into a sad expression and you already knew what this meant. “Don’t tell me…” “I’m sorry, I wasn’t even supposed to be here just yet and my early departure from Liyue apparently has caused some issues and… well, I was able to stay here until you woke up. The deal was when you wake up or-, well that doesn’t matter now. The deal was that I had to go back and fix the damage I caused once you wake up, which is honestly way more generous than I had anticipated.” You didn’t really understand what he was exactly talking about, you were still tired, but all you knew was that he had to go again. There wasn’t any energy left in your body to hold back the tears that were now falling down your face. Childe cupped your face in his hands, wiping away your tears with his thumb. “Hey, listen,” he said softly. “I promise you won’t have to wait for too long, when you recovered, I will send for you.” At this your ears peaked, looking at Childe with hopeful eyes. “Send for me, you mean-?”. “Yes, this time around I’ll be the one waiting for you to arrive in Liyue and not you’re waiting for me to come home.” At that you threw your arms around his neck wanting to hug him, causing you to hiss in pain. You forgot that you still had a stomach wound. “Careful now”, he laughed a bit at how enthusiastic you were about the news that you forgot your injury. “You promise that I will really join you in Liyue?”, you still couldn’t fully believe that he really was fine with it. “You make a pinkie promise, you keep it all your life. You break a pinkie promise, I throw you on the ice,” you leaned back and held your pinkie up in the air. Childe smiled at you softly, interlocking his pinkie with yours. “The cold will kill the pinkie that once betrayed your friend, the frost will freeze your tongue off, so you never lie again.”

#genshin x reader #tartaglia x reader #childe x reader #ajax x reader #gn!reader #reader fic #genshin impact #genshin fic #fan fiction #angst #angst prompt #bit of comfort #hurt #hurt prompt #writing

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yourheartonfire · 3 years

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A continuation of this snippet about naming your robot after your runaway partner-turned-villain. Original prompt from @the-modern-typewriter 's Patreon.

When the antagonist went to check on the protagonist the next day post kidnapping, they weren't sure what to expect but they expected something. Tears, rage, panic, begging...

Instead they found the protagonist propped up against the pillows on the bed, tossing a balled up sock into the mini-cloud of nanos the antagonist had left to guard them.

The nanos were catching it and throwing it back.

"You left my program in," the protagonist said, not looking at them. They carefully took aim and tossed the sock again. The nanos swarmed in their 'starling' pattern formation, secured the sock and fired it back straight into the protagonist's lap.

"Obviously." The antagonist put down the laptop they'd brought in with them, crossed their arms awkwardly. "Your work was - is - integral to the AI systems."

"But you left the play behaviors in." The protagonist fumbled the sock, their hand a little shaky. Clearly still feeling the aftereffects of the neuro-paralytic. "You could have excised that code. You hated that code."

"I hate you wasting your time and talent on anthropomorphification," the antagonist fired back, relieved to fall back into the old argument. "It's obscene, them making you shape machines into an illusion of life in order to be acceptable to the general public."

"Obscene, huh?" said the protagonist softly. They gave up on the sock, folding their hands in their lap. Still avoiding the antagonist's face. "Too bad we can't all be creatures of perfect logic like you."

The antagonist slid onto the foot of the bed. The protagonist immediately pulled their feet away - one bare, one still socked. The antagonist didn't chase them. Not yet. "I should have expected you to immediately start diagnostics," they murmured.

The protagonist shrugged. "You haven't left me much other enrichment," they said, with a jerk of their chin to the bare cement walls of the makeshift cell the nanos had built. "Not to complain about my own kidnapping, but I did expect a bit more style. An abandoned lighthouse, maybe a gently decaying ancestral mansion? Not locking me in your basement."

"Basement of my ancestral mansion," the antagonist quipped back. The protagonist did not smile, not even slightly. The antagonist cocked their head at their old partner, eying them closely. "Why didn't you tell them? About the fire, about me?"

The protagonist let out a wobbly laugh, clasped their knees tighter to the chest. For the first time they looked at the antagonist, face caught somewhere between love and misery. "Turns out I'm not the creature of pure logic I thought I was either."

"I appreciate your loyalty," the antagonist whispered, wrapping a hand around the protagonist's bare ankle. "For as long as it lasted."

The protagonist jerked away, so hard they almost fell off the bed. "Don't you dare thank me!" they snapped. "I was selfish, and a coward not to tell the truth." They wiped their eyes, raised their chin. "But now the truth is out. They'll find you. Stop you."

The antagonist shook their head. "Not if I destroy them first. If we destroy them first. Please," they added fast, seeing the protagonist about to object. "You know I'm right. That's why you didn't talk."

"No, I-"

The antagonist lunged for them, ignoring the protagonist's flinch in the sheer oxytocin high of touching them again, holding them again, arms wrapped tight about their waist. "We can do everything we dreamed about, change the world, make it better," the antagonist breathed into the protagonist's hair, tracing the shiny burn scars down their neck. "You can blame it all on me, say I threatened you."

"You are threatening me." The protagonist pulled themselves loose. "You've violently kidnapped me. No, [Antagonist]. I love you and I will never, never, never help you kill people, no matter how good your reasoning."

"I'll kill your family," the antagonist blurted out. The protagonist blinked. The antagonist took a breath, tried to slow their own pounding heart. "I said I won't hurt you. I won't. I can't. Even the nanos - I've disabled the defense features on this one. You could attack me, it would just watch. I should have killed you years ago, when you walked in on me faking that stupid lab fire, but..." They swallowed. "But I don't feel the same about your brother in Columbus. Your parents in Tampa. I've never met them. They're just hypotheticals."

The blood had drained from the protagonist's face. The antagonist felt the same way, like the blood was draining from the last chambers of their heart, leaving nothing but ache and ice. There was no coming back from this. They had decided to be okay with that. For the mission.

They stood (and peeling away from the protagonist felt like peeling off their own skin), opened the laptop on the bare plastic desk. "I've loaded in the problem code, the milestones and timelines I expect you to hit. It's slaved to a machine upstairs, so I will be watching you in real time. Any funny business and I'll make you choose my next target. Questions?"

"You said you would never hurt me," the protagonist whispered.

The antagonist swallowed. "Well. We already knew I lie. [Protagonist], keep an eye on them."

The nano swarm gave a pleasing longitudinal wave in acknowledgement. The antagonist shut and locked the door on the two things they loved the most.

#my fiction #hero x villain #heroes and villains #lovers to enemies #roboticists #mad scientist #technically #the modern typewriter #my fics #100

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formula-what · 3 years

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Brocedes time line for a very patient anon

Lewis quotes in orange, Nico quotes in pink, everyone else is blue.

okay first some background knowledge:

Nico is rich as fuck. only child, born in Germany, brought up in Monaco. son of world champion Keke Rosberg

Lewis was born on a council estate in Stevenage and his dad had to work multiple jobs for him to start karting

Honestly I think the difference in their backgrounds is one of the things that pushed them together, they were both isolated from the rest of the kids, but I’m keeping this purely facts rather than speculation.

2000

They’re both 15 years old and are karting teammates for MBB (Mercedes Benz McLaren) in Formula A

Robert Kubica: “there was always competition. But they didn’t fight. It was friendly competition. There was always laughing afterwards.” // “they would even have races to eat pizza”

They often shared hotel rooms at the races which was a “scene of many wrestling matches between them”

Dino Chiesa (their karting boss) – “many times I was called by reception about some problem in the room. It might be noise, or they might have broken something. They would never sleep so they were always tired the next morning”

“they both liked ice cream so much, particularly vanilla. During the night they wanted to eat ice cream always, so I had to go out everywhere to find some and keep them happy”

Lewis would often persuade Nico to buy him sweets

They would have competitions over LITERALLY EVERYTHING

Lewis: “we always had great competition whether on the racetrack or computer games or playing football”

“probably the first bit of competition we had was when Nico used to ride a unicycle everywhere so I thought, ‘I’ve got to learn how to ride this unicycle. Ive got to be better than him.’ I spent all my time outside the go-kart learning to ride this unicycle”

Apparently it only took Lewis 2 hours to teach himself how to do it

In maybe 2013 ish (when they were still friends) Lewis reflected with– “I have never laughed so much than when we were racing together. Nico was kicking everyone’s butt at that time. We had so great races together and built a great relationship”

“we were just arriving and enjoying go-karts and eating pizzas every weekend, fighting all the time and just having fun, whereas now it’s all business.”

many times they would talk about what they would do when they got to f1, made plans hoping to be teammates and become world champions together.

“Nico would say ‘when I’m in formula one’ and for me it was always ‘if I ever get to formula one’. Because obviously Nico’s dad was a formula 1 driver- he knew he was going to make it.”

Nico joined f1 in 2006 with williams, Lewis 2007 with McLaren. And man I WISH I knew what went down with this two when Lewis nearly one his rookie season (missing out by one point to mr fernando alonso) and then WON THE CHAMPIONSHIP in his SECOND SEASON (again by one point thank you mr alonso)

2008 Australia

Nicos gets his first podium, and ofc Lewis is there (he won it) and they are jumping around in the cool down room. Just, two kids who are literally living the one thing they have spent their whole lives dreaming about together. Lewis won the championship that year and oh wow I can only imagine their celebrations together.

2013

They’re teammates in Mercedes!!!

Nico: “every other day there are moments or things that pop up and I can smirk and thing, ‘that’s exactly the same as it was 15 years ago’”

2013 Malaysian Grand Prix gets an honourable mention. This is the race with red bulls good old multi 21 but merc also had their own team orders, stopping nico from fighting for his first merc podium, but Lewis disagreed with it so it didn’t really spark that much tension between them- more the team.

2014

the start of the turbo-hybrid era so y’all know this was good in terms of performance.

2014 Bahrain Grand Prix

They were both fighting for the win and had a collision which prompted a “mock fight” in parc ferme after the race (which I really hope there’s a video of).

Turns out, Nico won because he had used engine modes banned by Mercedes to get a power advantage in the closing laps. which kinda pissed Lewis off

2014 Spanish Grand Prix

Lewis’ fourth win in a row and took lead in the championship. They were fighting till literally the last second and Lewis crossed the line 0.6 seconds ahead of Nico, who says he could have passed him with one more lap.

Lewis defended using the same banned engine modes that Nico had used in Bahrain. Yeah.

2014 Monaco Grand Prix

This is IT. This is peak petty bitch. This is the one people still cry about.

It’s the end of Q3, both of them are out on a lap, Nico ahead of lewis. Nico’s already on provisional pole but Lewis is pretty close.

And then,, Nico just,, parks his car?? He says he made a mistake but the guy doesn’t even crash he straight up just,, rolls to a stop into a slip road. So the yellow flags come out forcing Lewis to abort a lap that was in the makings of pole.

The stewards say it was a-okay but Lewis was convinced it was intentional (and let’s be honest, yeah it probably was) and he even claimed that merc’s data proved it. (low key surprised he didn’t just tweet out the telemetry but I guess he got a stern telling off from mclaren last time)

But *this* is when Lewis tells the world that they aren’t friends anymore. An iconic interview.

Nico then wins the race too, ending Lewis’s four win streak and putting Nico in the lead of the championship.

2014 Hungarian Grand Prix

Lewis has an engine failure in quali meaning he starts from the pit lane, but he does good to make his way up the pack but THEN there’s a safety car which puts him ahead of Nico but on a different strategy.

Nico asks if Lewis can let him past as he needs to pit again before the end of the race, which will give him the place back anyways. Lewis straight up refuses, he’s on a role here. He started from last, and Nico started from pole, why should he slow down to let his title rival through.

Mercedes strongly suggest that his blocking fucked up Nicos race but Niki Lauda is on Lewis’ side so he doesn’t get punished (We stan a supportive father figure) even though he did blatantly refuse to be a team player.

And guys, this is the last race before the summer break so you know Nico was left seething for four weeks.

2014 Belgian Grand Prix

Second lap, Nico attempts a clumsy move and there’s contact, giving Hamilton a puncture and knocking him out of the race.

There’s a lot of controversy but basically it turns out he crashed with him intentionally, not backing out of the corner to “prove a point”. Nico ended up finishing second but was punished by the team, forced to apologise, and even booed on the podium.

2014 Abu Dhabi

For some reason it ran for double points?? The first time in History??? But idk???

Lewis had a perfect start and went on to win it and take the title, Nico had a problem and was told to retire the car but he kept going anyway and finished 14th. Nico went into the cool down room to congratulate Lewis on the championship win, which. cute.

Lewis claimed his second championship. Which not only was huge because of the inter team rivalry, but also because of the large gap between his first win. This guy had lost out on winning the championship in his ROOKIE season by ONE POINT, and then WON it in his SECOND season, and then there was like a FIVE YEAR gap before he won it again.

2015

Damnnn this car was fiiiinneeeeeee.

They do more laps in testing than any other car AND do it on a single power unit. And then. Australia. They take a one-two THIRTY FOUR seconds ahead of the third place Ferrari.

2015 Chinese Grand Prix

Nico is second in a one-two but claims that Lewis kept backing him up into Seb, trying to compromise his race (and help out his boyfriend).

Lewis gave zero shits: "It's not my job to look after Nico's race, it's my job to manage the car and bring the car home as healthy and as fast as possible. That's what I did."

2015 U.S. Grand Prix

If Lewis wins here he could also claim the title with three races to spare (you have to remember back then the title fight often went up to the last race so this was pretty cool)

Lewis very aggressively forced Rosberg wide at Turn 1 to claim the lead, and then there was some sexy fighting between the Mercs and Redbull all race. Nico led in the closing stages but made a mistake, running deep into a corner and letting Lewis past with only a handful of laps to go.

Nico finished P2 and had not only lost the race but the championship title. Nico was fuming, saying Lewis’ move at the start was “one step too far”.

This is the infamous cap throw in the cool down room. Lewis throws Nico his P2 hat, Nico straight up yeets it back at him. I tear up just thinking about it. They grow up so fast.

2016

Nico had came so close to winning and I guess this was just, the last straw. All or nothing. This year he literally gave it everything he had. Lewis and him stopped speaking, Nico gave up literally the rest of his life and even stopped sleeping in the same bed as his wife and taking care of his kids, instead spending every moment trying to get into Lewis’ head. Honestly, I think he might be the only one that could beat Lewis. Just because he knew him *so well*. He literally threw away like 16 years of friendship. But also it’s like, he had to be world champion. He *had to*. His dad was champion and his whole life he’s been preparing to win it too. Tough luck that he raced in the same era as Mr. Best Driver The Sport Has Ever Seen.

Nico won the last few races of 2015, and the first four races of 2016. Lewis had a couple car problems and Nico had a good lead on him in the championship.

2016 Spanish Grand Prix

Gentlemen. A short view back to the past. Nico had made a switch error on the formation lap causing the car to go into the wrong engine mode. So he was running a lot slower than Lewis, who was fighting to claim back the lead.

Nico closed the door to keep him back, and Lewis lost control on the grass, and spins into Nico and taking them both out of the race in the first lap. This is probably one of the most iconic crashes. I’m pretty sure there’s a clip of this somewhere in black and white with the titanic music over the top.

Niki Lauda blamed this one on Lewis (I guess even a supportive dad has to be critical sometimes) "Lewis is too aggressive. It is stupid, we could've won this race".

2016 Austrian Grand Prix

Nico had been struggling with a brake issue all race but was still on the way to win it. But in the last lap Lewis had caught him up and gone in for the overtake.

Typical Nico not taking any shit, refusing to be the guy that backs out and they collide. Lewis took the win and a damaged Nico dropped to fourth. From first. In the last lap.

Both of them blamed each other and tired dad team boss Toto Wolff threatened team orders in future races.

The stewards blamed Nico for the incident, issuing him two penalty points for failing to allow "racing room" and causing a collision.

2016 Abu Dhabi

In the final laps of the race, Lewis ignored team-orders from his race engineer and the technical director.

He deliberately slowed and backed Nico into the pack hoping they overtake him, and there would be enough of a points difference to win the title.

Nico finished second and won the title by five points.

And then,,, Nico announced a surprise retirement during the FIA prize giving ceremony.

Lewis’ response:

"This is the first time he's won in 18 years, hence why it was not a surprise that he decided to stop.” (We stan a petty king)

“But he's also got a family to focus on and probably wants to have more children. Formula One takes up so much of your time."

“In terms of missing the rivalry, of course because we started karting when we were 13 and we would always talk about being champions. When I joined this team, Nico was there, which was something we spoke about when we were kids. So it's going to be very, very strange, and, for sure, it will be sad to not have him in the team next year."

And now they are kind of on speaking terms but not really, they are both pretty private but I think they are at the ‘awkward small talk when we run into each other at the supermarket’ stage of the break up.

#this got a lot longer than it should have been #long post

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