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The Princess and The Duke Chapter 1 - Homecoming

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She’s late.

You’re hardly surprised, your mom has never been what anyone could ever describe as punctual, but you are annoyed. Is this punishment for quitting your lucrative position at the law firm? For not telling her, only so she could find out on the rumour mill? No, your mom is petty, but this would be low even for her. She’s probably just drunk and forgot. Even if it is only two in the afternoon.

You sigh as you open the Uber app on your phone, the estimated wait is another twenty minutes. You sigh as you book one anyway, looking around for somewhere to sit. You look up to see a vaguely familiar man exit a flashy looking Mustang, the dark textured racing stripes on cherry red catching your attention as he races into the arrivals short-stay bay.

He’s dressed in dark grey slacks and a pale dress shirt with the sleeves rolled up to his elbows. He looks like an investment banker, or some other scummy Wall Street type. The handsome man scans the crowd with purpose. His broad, tense, shoulders flex as he moves, his brow is deeply furrowed as he turns to you. His eyes are impossibly dark, deep amber bleeding into black. You blink rapidly as you hear your name roll from his plush lips and you cock your head to the side with a confused grimace on your face.

“Do I know you?”

The near-stranger’s face contorts as he hurries over to you.

“I’m Dave, your mom’s husband? Weren’t you at the wedding?”

“Oh shit. Yeah hi, sorry I’m really jetlagged and some kid was kicking my seat the whole flight.” You scramble, horrified that you clearly forgot what your new stepdad was called, let alone what he looks like. It feels weird, using such a term at your age, surely the idea of stepparents was well beyond you, but here you are.

“It’s no problem, let me take your bags.”

He doesn’t wait for you to answer, grabbing your two enormous suitcases before you can move, leaving you with your carryon and rucksack. You follow Dave, intrigued by the strangely friendly nature of your mother’s current husband.

“I could have got those.”

You say as you round the vehicle, dumping your bags in the oddly spacious trunk. Dave looks at you with a grimace as he runs his hand through his short hair. You don’t know why but he’s tense. You try not to let it get to you as you brush past him to reach the passenger side door. You slide in without a word as you watch Dave manoeuvre into his seat.

“It’s nothing, least I could do seeing as I’m late.”

You try and ignore the way your eyes rove over his body, he’s way too hot for your mom, and fuck, he can’t be a day over forty, ten years older than you at best. The engine roars to life and you hear the distortion from the exhaust, telling you the car has been modded.

“What exhaust did you get added in?”

Dave doesn’t take his eyes off the road but you note the twitch of his plush lips as he smiles.

“You know cars?”

“Maybe,” You shrug as you watch the freeway peel around you at the speed Dave is driving, “Just know that drone,” You gesture over your shoulder with a smile, “Happens when you take too many silencers out. You compensating for something Dave?”

He exhales through his nose in a short huffing noise, something like a laugh; and your chest flutters at the look he gives you through the rear-view mirror. His eyes crinkle a little at the corners and his dark eyes dance with light as his lips twitch upwards into a smile that makes his cheeks dimple.

“Your mom warned me about that smart mouth of yours, just didn’t expect such a sharp tongue.”

You don’t know why but the light scolding from your stepfather makes your pussy clench. You break eye contact and opt to stare out of the window for the rest of the drive. You put it down to jet lag, or sleep deprivation, but every time you catch a whiff of his cologne mixed with his fresh perspiration it sends your mind into overdrive.

You catch glimpses of him, his thick forearms as he changes gears, as he pulls in and out of traffic and you cannot believe that this man is married to your mother of all people. You pull out your phone and start looking at your schedule for the week, you’re going to be giving your viewers a show tonight, even if you didn’t have a livestream booked in, you think you can make an exception tonight.

~*~

Lost in thought, you don’t notice the way Dave is also sneaking looks at you, taking you in. And all the while he’s trying to expel the thoughts of you from his mind. But one thing he can’t ignore, that already has him transfixed, is the way you’re clearly the polar opposite of your mother. You’re smart, worldly, and interested in something more than yoga, mani-pedis, or the bottom of a wine bottle.

He keeps telling himself that he’s stealing glances to size you up, get a feel for the kind of person you are. As if he’s analysing you like a hit. He didn’t miss the way your pupils dilated as he scolded you, nor the way your chest heaved as your breathing picked up. The app on your phone looked identical to the one he uses to organise his work schedule. He couldn’t get a clear look, but it surprised him to see that you weren’t scrolling through social media or texting friends. He files that away for later as he forces himself to stop looking at you.

With every passing second his gaze is less analytical and there’s a hunger to the way his eyes travel over your body. He tries to quash the selfish desire roiling in his belly as he focuses back on the road.

~*~

You must have fallen asleep at some point, the rumble of the V8 engine somehow lulling you off to sleep. A broad hand jostles your bare shoulder, and you hum softly as you come around. You look up to see Dave’s dark eyes staring into your own. His jaw is tight, and his plush lips pursed as his palm lingers on the swell of your shoulder.

“We’re here.”

Is all he says before he slides out of the seat, slamming the door behind him as he makes his way to the trunk. He grabs all of your bags this time, not giving you a chance to protest as he exits the garage through a side door you can only assume leads into the house.

The garage is huge, bigger than your entire apartment in New York and you raise an eyebrow at the meticulous organisation of the space. The floors are swept and polished, the dark linoleum flooring practically shining in contrast to the bright white walls. Tool benches and cabinets line the far wall, sandwiching a large work bench between them.

You notice that your mom’s escalade is absent from the garage, she must be out as she would never park on the driveway. You hear Dave call your name from inside the house and hurry through the door.

You recognise the marble countertops and wood floors from the many video calls with your mom when she’s drunk and feeling sentimental. What you hadn’t realised is how goddamn big the kitchen was.

“Fu-uck.”

Dave looks at you with a raised brow for a mere second before he realises you’re marvelling at his kitchen. He winces a little before his right hand rubs against the back of his neck as he tries to find the right thing to say.

“It’s a lot, right?”

There’s a nervous chuckle lacing his tone and you look up with an equally stunned expression as you realise he’s humble. The thought is jarring as you see the bashful flush across his cheeks.

“’Sounds like you didn’t have much of a choice in it?”

You volley back at him, still in minor-shock from the utter opulence of the house. You knew Dave had money, but this was something else.

“Your mom picked the house; I just paid the bill.”

He laughs, but it sounds hollow, rehearsed even.

“Didn’t think mom had it in her.” You mutter under your breath as you remorsefully commend your mother for landing someone with looks and money.

“Have what in her?” Dave asks as he scoffs before leaning against one of the marble countertops.

“Nothing, sorry I’m just exhausted could you show me where I’ll be staying?”

“Follow me.” Dave shrugs, the whimsy leaving his face in a flash as he seems to shake himself mentally.

You do as you’re told and traipse after him. The whole house is a shade of beige, white, or wood textures. It reeks of your mom and her obsession for everything Scandinavian or minimalist.

Sad beige houses for sad beige housewives.

You think to yourself, imagining Werner Herzog speaking the words like in that TikTok video about sad beige children.

Dave shows you to your room and leaves you to unpack and get comfortable. The room is huge, you look around at the sad beige interior design choices and immediately get out your iPad, jotting down notes and making a vague floor plan of the room.

The furniture, though boring, is low priority, clearly never used. The desk to the right of the door lines up perfectly with the base of the bed, perfect. There are two doors on the far-right wall, and you hum to yourself with curiosity as you open the first door. You gawp at the huge ensuite, there’s a walk-in shower big enough for an orgy, with a bench built into the one wall. A rainfall shower head is fixed to the wall opposite the bench and a detachable showerhead hangs above the bench.

“Shit, this is unreal.”

You mutter to yourself as you note the freestanding modern tub in the centre of the room and the double marble countertop sink, all glossy creams and greys. You let out a low whistle as you re-enter the bedroom to open the other door.

You laugh maniacally as you see a full walk-in wardrobe, with a display stand and shoe rack in the middle. You don’t think you even own enough clothes to fill the space.

“I should have given up the lawyer gig sooner.”

You busy yourself with unpacking and getting your filming setup working. Your tower PC and dual monitors set up like a gaming streamer, the perfect cover for any prying eyes. You stow away your box of props under the bed. Multiple masquerade masks, whips, flails, dildos and butt plugs of all shapes and sizes.

Once you’re settled in, you take a few test videos, not happy with the way the light bleeds through the thin blinds. You make a note to add blackout curtains to the list of changes you want to make to the room. You weren’t planning on staying more than a few weeks, but something about the move, the fatigue of crossing the country to settle here in Texas makes you weary. You don’t want to have to move again so soon, so you might as well make the most of this new found opulence.

And it doesn’t hurt that your stepdad is hot.

The thought comes to you and you feel like you should be grossed out, or ashamed for thinking such things, but you realise it has the opposite effect. Thinking about Dave like that is taboo, forbidden, and that only makes it all that more arousing.

~*~

Dave locks the door behind him as he retreats into the basement room he calls his office. The computer desk wedged against the wall to the right, his double bed freshly made from the morning. He strips off his dress shirt and slacks, pulling on an old green USMC hoodie and grey sweatpants. Your mother hates it when he dresses like this, calling it ghetto, or some other derogatory term. But she’s clearly out with her flavour of the month boytoy, Bryce. Dave knows that’s where she goes on nights like this.

If it weren’t the need to keep his cover, he would have left her months ago. Now, he’s faced with the very obvious problem of you.

He slumps down at his desk and turns on his VPN before logging in to his Cam Dolls account. His favourite streamer doesn’t go live on Fridays but he’s sure he can find someone else to scratch the itch.

He’s three pages in, bored by the other prospects, about to give up and just watch standard porn on another site when the notification pops up much to his delight.

Princess Luna has started a live stream.

“Fucking A.” Dave grunts to himself as he shimmies down his sweatpants, already half-hard just at the thought of seeing Luna. But he’s left disappointed, the screen is blank as he clicks through onto the stream.

Other men, he guesses they’re all men, are bombarding the comments on the stream with angry little messages.

Badboy78!: Cockteasing whore, where are you?

GoliathBalls: So what, you just milking us for cash without even showing your tits? Lame.

RedMask$2: Come on Luna, get that pretty little cunt out to play.

The messages keep coming as Luna’s voice lilts through Dave’s speakers and he groans as he squeezes his foreskin over his weeping tip at the sound.

“Aww boys I’m sorry, I’m having some technical difficulties tonight, but I was just way too horny not to come online and speak with my favourite boys.”

Luna takes the whole thing in her stride, her sultry purr seemingly disaffected by the abusive comments.

But it makes Dave furious, he hates the entitlement of the bastards that frequent this site. He pauses in his ministrations on his cock to click through the tip interface. Usually, he keeps it to a modest fifty dollars, enough to be generous but not feel like he’s buying Princess Luna’s attention. It’s delusional he knows, but he usually wants to keep some illusion of decency about his consumption of her work.

Anonymous user left a tip.

Flashes up in the chat box as an excited squeal plays through the speakers and Dave’s cock twitches at the sound of Luna’s exclamation.

“Which one of you boys was so kind as to leave such a generous tip? Don’t be shy, I won’t bite, unless you want me to.”

Dave remains silent as the desperate men in the comments clamber over one another to claim the tip. The schadenfreude of it all only brings Dave closer to the edge as he starts jacking off in earnest. Thinking about being cuckolded by your mother with that pathetic waif of a man Bryce.

“Oh baby I’m going to treat myself to something pretty to wear for you, whoever you are, thank you so much.”

Soft huffs echo through the speakers as Luna starts to put on a show, there’s something intimate about it that has Dave flustered.

“Touching my little pussy thinking about you baby, rolling my aching clit between my fingers as I imagine you here with me.”

“Yeah, fuck yeah that’s it.” Dave grunts under his breath as he closes his eyes, the sound of wet squelching as Luna fingers herself echoing around the room. He’s incensed, uncaring about how the sound might carry if you happened to step out of your room.

Little does he know there’s no risk of that at all. You’re spread across the foot of your bed, fucking yourself with your fingers as you make sure your microphone is positioned just right so your lewd, wet sounds are broadcast over the stream.

“Fuck baby, I’m gonna come, wishing you were here, wishing it were your thick meaty fingers stuffed up in my pretty little pussy.”

“Same baby, wanna treat you right, fuck my come deep inside you until it spills out.” Dave whispers as he feels his balls tighten, he’s going to come any second.

“Yes, that’s it, daddy yes!”

Dave practically roars as the word daddy spills from Luna’s lips, he comes in thick, milky ropes across his fist as he breathes heavily through his nose. His hoodie is covered in it and he huffs out a short chuckle as he hears Luna whine and moan as her release finds her.

“Thanks boys, that was exactly what I needed, I’ll see you on Sunday.”

The stream ends and Dave sits there with a pleased grin on his face as he feels his spend cooling on his hand. His mind drifts to you, and how the little gasp you made in the car won’t stop playing on repeat in his mind.

This could be a problem.

He thinks to himself as his dick twitches at the memory, already getting hard again at just the thought of you.

A real fucking problem.

He reiterates as he coaxes his cock back up with his come smeared fist before imagining you bouncing on his lap.

~*~

You roll awake with a sated smile on your lips, you’d kept going after the stream ended, making yourself come all over your sheets until you whimpered and trembled from overstimulation. You may have even breathed Dave’s name a few times, but you won’t admit that to yourself, not in the bright light of day in Southern Texas.

You take a long shower, making sure to scrub all evidence of your marathon orgasm session from your body before lathering copious amounts of expensive coconut body butter over your skin and fixing your hair up and out of the way.

You pick up your purse and make sure you have everything you need before practically skipping down the stairs.

“Morning.”

You yelp as you round the corner into the kitchen to see Dave reading a newspaper, coffee in one hand and fork in the other as he looks at you with a raised eyebrow. He looks glorious and you try and ignore the painful ache that rocks through your core. He’s in a navy blue hoodie with bold white lettering spelling out “USMC” on it. The sleeves are pushed up to reveal a simple silver watch and his tan forearms.

There’s a plate of eggs and bacon, as well as a pot of coffee and a white mug placed opposite him on the breakfast island. There’s sugar, honey, and milk set to the side and you feel heat bloom in your chest from the thoughtfulness he’d shown.

“Morning, mom not home yet?”

You ask as you round to sit, you pour the coffee, adding nothing to it and you groan as the rich liquid coats your tongue. You note the small twitch of Dave’s lips as he silently approves of how you take your coffee.

“Nah she’ll probably be out tonight too.”

You tilt your head as you chew your food slowly, trying to decipher the look on Dave’s face. It’s closed off, but not cold, like he’s hiding something. But you don’t press, it’s none of your damn business.

“I see, was hoping to borrow her car.”

You drain your coffee before filling it up again, gesturing with the pot to ask Dave if he wants a refill. He nods and pushes his mug over for you to reach. It’s oddly domestic but natural as you play house with your stepdad.

“Can borrow mine, I’m going to be home all day so don’t need it.”

Your eyes go wide as your mouth hangs open at the offer. Excitement humming through your veins at the prospect of driving the Mustang.

“You sure?”

“Yeah, just don’t wrap her round a tree, but I bet you can handle her.”

“I’ll be good to her, I promise!”

You down the rest of your coffee just in time for Dave to throw the key fob at you. You catch it with ease and grin at him.

“Alright, I’ll be back just after noon, you want me to pick up anything for lunch?”

“Sure, surprise me.”

You get up from the stool and clear the plates, loading up the dish washer as you hum happily to yourself. You’re about to head out when Dave calls your name over your shoulder.

“Oh no vegan food, I ain’t no rabbit.”

“Alright Dave, your secret’s safe with me.” You roll your eyes at him playfully before heading out, extensive shopping list in hand as you finally feel some optimism for staying here. You text your mom before pulling out of the garage. You don’t expect a response for some time, seeing as she hadn’t bothered to even check you made it to Dave’s house, her house, in one piece.

You roar down the drive, giving it some gas as you turn onto the main street. You panic for a second as the back end flies out, but you correct the steering with ease and the grin plastered on your face makes your cheeks burn.

Little did you know Dave watched the whole thing, and his smile was a perfect mirror of your own. He leans against the sofa in the front room as you race off into the city, you really are going to be a problem, but if he’s honest with himself, he doesn’t care.

And that terrifies him.

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holly-poly · 7 months

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It is that time of the year again, my dudes. Since I did this type of thing with MoD last year, this November I am doing the same with Between Us. All of the raw episodes will be uploaded on google drive for anyone who would like to have no logo, no hard subs and good quality. Each episode will be updated on this post every Sunday when the show airs. The folder is also open for anyone with the link, if that would be easier to bookmark or whatever.

As a final note, just like last year - if you find any issues with the videos, please, tell me so I can fix whatever the fuck the issue may be.

Peace and have fun making stuff 🖤

Google Drive Folder

Episode 1 Episode 2 Episode 3 Episode 4 Episode 5 Episode 6 Episode 7 Episode 8 Episode 9 Episode 10 Episode 11 Episode 12

Between Us (full) x1080p; multi sub files.

edit: added the poster for my visual searchers. i know some of y'all don't read, but rather use visual stuff for navigation, so here. also @daikunart is really blind so this is for her mostly xd

edit#2: quick update on something, as @starminesister mentioned in their tags

there should indeed be subs in the video file, tho if i have to be honest, i don't know (don't use them sooo). if there are subs as it should, you would have to look for the subtitle stream and choose your language. as far as i know the subs should be in indonesian, simplified chinese, traditional chinese, english, malaysian, vietnamese and spanish. i am pretty sure that the subs thing depends on what player you are using tho.

edit#3: added a video for the subs. they are all under the same name so you will have to find the right one. also it seems some don't acutally work or are the embeded version of "no subs" not sure. but anyway, there are subs nonetheless xd

#between us #between us source #spread for awareness or not #idk to be honest #between us masterpost

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chloe12801 · 4 months

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I've really been loving these headcanons you've been posting since you clearly know the characters so well! I had a weird one, I hope you don't mind lol Could I ask for headcanons on Michael's older daughter (older than Tracey and Jimmy) were to date Steve Haines? Maybe she works for the FIB or something? I just love the idea of added tension for the group lol

Michael’s Daughter x Steve Haines

Sorry this took multiple months for me to write! Life is so busy unfortunately. I hope you enjoy <3

Note: I’m going to call Michael’s oldest daughter ‘Mod’ for brevity’s sake 👍

- Mod was always more morally just than the rest of her family. It was like when parents of a smart kid say “she didn’t get it from me” except with morals

- She was able to get a government job as a secretary without trouble due to her own hard work, distancing from the Townley name, and maybe a good word from Dave Norton

- She was working there before Haines was transferred and once he was, she immediately liked him

- She felt he was entertaining and kind (to her) and after a while they started dating

- She knew it was risky considering he was Dave’s new boss and Dave had so much dirt on her family, but she tried to pretend everything would be fine

- They dated maybe a few months to half a year before Michael came out of retirement

- Haines definitely wanted to meet the parents but she wasn’t having it

- Explanations like “They just aren’t personable”, “They have rough pasts and it shows”, “My parents and I just don’t get along” were given to him about why it’s a bad idea but never much detail

- She knew affairs between the FIB and the De Santa’s were not business to invite home. She already had a hard time getting them to accept her as an employee, albeit a low level one

- Everyone in the family gets upset with Michaels criminality, but she’d be enraged about it considering her and her boyfriend were in government. She’d prefer a clean record type of life, anything else was beneath her

- When M and Haines meet, Michael’s family is unaware about the situation. She only realizes the situation occurred after Steve vents to her one night about a man named townley. M’s so different from Mod, the thought didn’t cross Steve’s mind that they might be related

- She’d likely tell him the truth in that moment, heart dropping and fully being ready for him to leave her but he wouldn’t

- He’d be shocked, not seeing any relatedness and may pull out Mikes picture to confirm that he was her father

- “Well, fuck me. I get your apprehension about us meeting sweetheart. He’s a piece of work” she’d nod

- Her and Michael’s relationship was fine. It wasn’t good but it wasn’t terrible. She was mature enough to see him as a broken man who’s past turned him into a disaster. She accepted him as he was and set boundaries in place to avoid getting hurt. She didn’t like him as a person and never would deal with him if they weren’t related, but he was her dad

- I imagine Mod as a pretty uptight and judgmental person, a strict rule-follower, likely as a coping mechanism to avoid more people like her dad from coming into her life

- Michael would find out about the relationship after Haines mentions it in exasperation about a favor. Something like “I can’t believe Mod came from you”. M would respond angrily asking what the fuck he knew about her and Steve might say something like “a lot considering I’ve been dating your daughter for a while now”

- M would need a shot, or 10, after that realization

- The whole “why didn’t you tell us” conversation would occur between Mod and her parents and Steve would get an earful about his confession from her as well

- Steve would try to involve her in the manipulation as his favors from Michael increased, “Can you persuade your dad to do this, please princess”

- She would at first and then she’d get frustrated feeling like a tool for Haines to use more than a partner who he cared for

- They might even break up over this if Haines didn’t stop immediately

- If they stayed together, mentions of Michael would be an off limits discussion topic for Haines to bring up

- As for Michael, he would need to vent about Haines to someone else if he wanted the relationship between him and Mod to stay being okay

- Lots of boundaries would be required for any longevity in this situation

- Amanda, upon knowing of their relationship, would likely find Haines to be a solid choice when compared to Tracey and her’s choice of shitty men. At least Steve wasn’t putting her at risk 24/7, had a home, and a job. She wouldn’t feel able to judge much

- Mod’s relationship to Trevor would be worse than her and Michael’s but she’d still be understanding of him. They just clash way too much on morality to really get along

Trevor would be so fuming that M raised a “government pig” who hung around other “government pigs”, the whole Haines and Mod thing would make him sick and Michael would get to hear about it very often during T’s tirades

This was a fun character to come up with, I think there’s potential here for sure :))

#gta #grand theft auto #gta v #grand theft auto v #cafa #cafa oc #michael de santa #steve haines #michael townley #trevor philips #amanda de santa #gta headcanons #gta headcanon

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andypantsx3 · 7 months

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would you happen to have any tips for getting your work noticed and making friends with other writers in the community? ;w;

Hello my love!! This is an interesting question!! Idk that I have a tried-and-true model to recommend you follow because I've sort of found myself where I am by accident!!

In terms of my own fics finding an audience, I mostly just happened to be in the right place at the right time, aka writing fics 3.5 years ago when the pandemic fanfic boom happened! I think most of my readers are just people who happened to see me around then!! (Thanks for sticking around guys, I love you. 🥺)

And I'm a little more chatty now that I've found my footing, but I'm actually fairly introverted; my first fandom friendships were mostly formed by dint of a bunch of extroverts adopting me lmao.

So I do think a lot of success anywhere, not just in fic writing, is down to luck! But if I had to think on what things I would do if I was trying to get a few new eyes on my stories and meet some more cool people, I'd say the following:

Join servers! I really enjoy the servers I've joined, although people can tell you I mostly lurk lmao, but they're a good place to chat and get to know people more intimately. I think this is probably the number one way to make friends in fandom!!

Join collabs! If you're in a fic-centric server they will also sometimes offer collab events and that's a good way to get your work on people's radars!! But there's plenty of non-server collabs that writers offer on here too!! I'd be on the lookout for those and join any that seem fun!

Join networks/writer communities! I'm not a member of any network, but I do follow blkwriters, which is a community dedicated to boosting black fic writers. Not sure if either of this applies to you, but I'm sure there are other networks out there applicable to either you or the type of fics you're interested in writing!!

Join zines! This is similar to joining collabs, in that it's a good way to get your work on people's radars and meet new peeps!! There's also the added benefit, for some zines, of beta mods who will give feedback on your work too, something that I found really useful when I did mine!!

There's also the marketing advice of like, making cool banners and finding the right posting time, and writing for popular characters, etc etc but I think you should tell the stories you wanna tell and not let the ~fandom market~ dictate what you do!! (The cool banners part though definitely do if it interests you. Our benevolent design angel todorosie has a couple of good advice posts on how to get started with that!!)

Lastly, I know people don't like it when I say it, but I'm gonna say it anyway lol because I truly believe it and it always bears repeating when it comes to talking about engagement. But always keep in mind that it's about the quality of engagement and not quantity!! Make friends and tell stories for the pleasure of doing so, and I think you will find the deepest satisfaction in that!!

I personally have found after having some fics that people would probably consider successful, and some that I think people would consider flops, what really means the most is when you make a deep connection with someone, even if it's one of only like, 15 notes on a fic. One enthusiastic friend can literally make an entire fic worth it.

Anyway that's what I can think of!! I hope at least some of this is helpful!! And if people have other ideas please feel free to chime in!!

#ask andie

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cxlvinmcmxrray · 7 months

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THE .. LINDEY HOP , , ? | ⫻ WELCOME TO MY BLOG !

heyo , i am urena ! call me MOD CALVIN !

i go by they / them , 23 years old and has adhd. be nice with me if you can.

1. dont be a asshole please.

2. AVOID SPAMMING THE SAME REQUESTS . i will block you immediately.

3. dni to discourse and the basic dni criteria.

4. If i delete / deny your request- do NOT dm me and call me dirty names or send me threats. I WILL BLOCK YOU.

I can write :

Canon x Canon

Canon x Reader

Fluff

Angst ?

More things will be added soon.

Characters :

Mordecai Heller

Rocky Rickaby

Ivy Pepper

Sedgewick Sable

Dorian Zibowski

Mitzi May

I cannot write :

Nsfw. ( I suck at writing that sorry 💦)

weird ass STUFF

proship / minor x legal character

Poly ships ( ill learn how to write a polyship so. o worries)

yandere

a toxic relationship between characters or reader.

What types of writings I can do :

Oneshots (Not available right now sorry !)

Headcanons

Crackshots ( haha yeah )

Wait how do I request ?

Specify what character and what type of reader that they would be and etc. Also specify the types of writing and lastly fluff or angst. Or just .. yeah.

Note :

Im open how to write characters so i can understand them more ! so please help me if you can.

Anyway thank you for reading and im really hoping to get requests.

#lackadaisy x reader #lackadaisycats #lackadaisy #mordecai heller x reader #rocky rickaby x reader #mitzi may x reader #dorian zibowski x reader #‼️> introduction #‼️> DIG IT UP DIG IT UP .#‼️ > GYAHAHA!#‼️ > The.. Evil EYE ?

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ask-knowledgekeepers · 8 months

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"Wisteria...?" Noir called out to the mismagius seeing the face as he gulped "You are wisteria correct ?" he asked almost carefully the feeler reaching out to the ghost type giving soft caress on cheek "What happened...?" he was stunned to see the emotionless pokemon before shaking his head pulling Ivy in a gentle hug "Sorry, I didnt mean to ask so bluntly... I feel like you need this..." he chuckled softly "Im here for you, you know ?"

Ivy seemed to calm down at the Sylveon's reassuring words, she just nervously looked away and muttered a faint "I'm sorry."

She cringed as his ribbon touched her cheek, for some odd reason, the ghost was expecting something worse. Though she wasn't sure why. From what she could recall about him, Noir wasn't a cruel or mean Pokemon. Though she couldn't be sure, her memories of them were a bit hazy.

Ivy instantly backed away at the question, she looked like she was about to say something but quickly went silent. Her gaze fell to the floor as she refused to answer. Noir didn't seem to push the matter either much to her relief. However, She didn't have time to react before Noir pulled her into a loving but firm hug.

She quietly sniffled as tears began streaming down her face, it'd been so long since she cried. Years even, now that she was she couldn't seem to stop herself. As all the memories began to flood back Ivy cuddled into Noir's hug, despite the sudden emotional pain she was hit with, she was glad someone she knew from the past was here to at least soothe it.

→ Ivy will now respond "normally" to those who know her as Wisteria. → Noir has been added to her [Family] on the Relationships Page. → Ivy is unavailable for asks until further notice.

- Mod note below -

For those who do not know who Noir is, Noir is one of the Pokemon who adopted Wisteria (Now Ivy) on @ask-north. She considers them to be one of her parents. Wisteria cared a lot for Noir, her one wish was for him to not forget her.

If you would like to see their interactions here is a list:

Original Noir and Wisteria Interaction

Original + Noir's Reply

Reply 2

Noirs Reply 2

If you enjoyed this post even slightly you have Sleepy to thank for that! They're the one that originally came up with the interaction. They were even kind enough to doodle it out then send me this ask, I just adapted it into my own style and added my own flare to it.

This post has been in the works since January of this year, I had to redraw this twice due to being unhappy with my style and the flow. I'm very pleased to finally feel confident enough to post it.

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I'm also happy to say this will be the last Ivy-related ask I will be answering (for now). For those sick of Ivy, I'm sure you're very glad to hear that. I love her a lot, and I'm very annoying about it. I understand. I know you've all stuck with me this long and I'm very thankful for that, especially with my ups and downs of returning only to disappear into the void again.

I did have a majority of the "Pretender" arc drawn and sketched and ready to go but I scrapped it due to a random sudden hate for how my art style looked. I unfortunately still have a lot of confidence issues with my art that I'm trying to work through. I just want y'all to know all of your love for my art and story really helped me gain it back. Knowing people like my content brings me so much joy, I hope I can continue to share the world and story I've built with everyone here.

And also, I assure you there are only Klaus-centered posts from here on. Well... until after a certain event happens that will bring the Pretender act to a close. Then I have to drag Ivy back in, Sorry not sorry! She doesn't sit in the Main character's box for nothing. /lh You'll get to meet her granddaughter very soon along with a little gremlin cat. 🤭

#Ivy. I guess?#storyposts #No rambling in the tags this time - I've said what I needed to say #- Thank you

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evilrat-sabre · 1 year

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Centipede Tango Tek - CTT Au Master post

This is my master post about my Tango Tek is a Centipede AU/Headcanon, but now with more coherent thoughts of what I want.

TW WARNINGS: Zombies, Insects, Body horror, Gore, Low self esteem and mental health problems. (If you think I should add another tag pls let me know, this is my silly au I don't want to cause distress to no one.)

Note: As I am writing some things may change, so I will update this note with the date I last changed something here. (08/08/2023)

I swear it's not that bad, but messing with zombie characters gets messy very fast.

In this AU main plot I have:

-Tango is a parasitic modded mob that should not be a player but is.

-He specifically is a Centipede that lives in dead corpses and is basically like a zombie with guts that attack if the main body is damaged/destroyed.

-Here is a link for a text book description I made of his species.(Somethings I wrote there are not up to date with my current headcanon.)

-Tango being a sentient being and a player, he mostly functions like a zombie hybrid player ex.Cleo and Zloy

- He has two bodies : His decoy body (The corpse of a permadead player he rides) and his real body (His centipede one)

-His two bodies are code linked. Let me explain: Tango Tek code will only show right when he is “complete”, when he is separated his close name tag glitches and Tango appears afk in an admin screen. He will only respawn if his real body is damaged and as his decoy body is a literal corpse, it will only repair itself when the damage taken caused a respawn death. Any other type of damage taken in his decoy body he has to repair it Himself (this type of damage and repair, applies to most undead players, Cleo is one of them.). If Tango is killed without his decoy body, the decoy body will not respawn with him, he has to go fetch it.

- Just to be clear, Tango didn’t just found a random corpse and started riding it, His decoy body is with him since he first “spawned”, He woke with all the information that a fresh new player needs to knows, but instead of the corpse receiving it, what got it was the vermin inhabiting it.

-One thing that makes him stay awake at night is the fact that, he already had a years long register from before he spawned, he had money, he had a Hypixel account and he had a name: Tango. He added the Tek latter, because of a dear friend of his, that is until now the only important OC I dared to put in this AU.

-Tango Spawned in an residential world where being a hostile mob hybrid wasn't looked upon with good eyes, so since early he learned to use makeup and clothes to pass as a mostly human player.

-He spend weeks of his early days training his fine motor coordination, so he can pass as a clumsy human and not a decaying corpse being controlled by a insect (It's like playing cuphead with your keyboard slightly upside down)

-He spend years isolated in single player worlds, because of the fear of what he is and what would be done to him in the case that other people discover.

-His eyes are red, because his decoy body doesn't have its eyes anymore, so he just uses his own real body to cover it. When someone asks why his eyes are weird red swirls, he just says he was cursed by the "universe".

-This "he is a bug, that rides a dead body and is basically a zombie, but he is disguized as a human" thing, may have started as a form of defense to not suffer from the discrimination that aggressive mob hybrids suffered in that era, but with time it turned in a type of self hate. Even when compared with other zombies and undead hybrids, he can see he is not the same and this really bugged him. He can only say that his red eyes (that are a literal part of his real body) are a curse of the universe too many times, until he started to believe it himself.

-So his disguise turned more permanent than it should. It's been some decades and no one really knows the truth, the only one that really knows is himself "Human" if asked Tango Tek.

-As I said it started as a means of protection, but even when the wheels turned and the ones that were the real problem now are a minority, Tango still is hiding. He knows he is an anomaly, that he should not be capable of thinking of feeling! Someway in his path he started to think of himself as a monster, as an unlovable being and even when he entered Hermitcraft, a place where everyone is accepted, he continued to hide.

-Now more than his self hate, he has fear: fear of being lonely again, of his family (his only family) hating him for what he is (he hates what he is, he wish he could be normal).

-Tbh he should see a therapist, the really angst part of this AU is Tango's poor mental health state, he is so blinded with his own fallacy, that he is a wrong unlovable monster, to notice that his friends and family never would trade him for anything else.

-This type of self hate is something that builds slowly, but Tango has decades of auto inflicted isolation to construct this narrative. Believe me, Isolation does things to a person's mental state.

Some little curiosities:

-Tango is a make-up guru as a moving plot point, he uses makeup to cover his undeadnes.

-Since he entered Hermitcraft his makeups started to become more and more detailed, he had a few hiccups in the path and Impulse has a lot of blackmail from his failed attempts.

-Because of his "is a bug riding a dead body" thing, he doesn't have a very fine motor skill, so he can't really do things like sewing or anything that requires a good working set of fingers. (His makeup is mostly a exception because he had years to really refine his ability to paint his own face)

-He does his red stone using mostly his real body, he puts the rough components in place with his decoy body and then uses his real body to do the finer connection and setup of the machines.

-This means that when he does redstone his decoy body just lay where Tango put it before he goes to “redstone world” (anyone who finds it would think that Tango has permadied), he escaped a lot of close calls since entering hermitcraft.

-Fun fact, because he is a anomaly in the code his decoy body and real body are counted as one in his code, and because his decoy body was originally of a human player that permadied, his code when superficially looked just says that he is a human (it makes easier to lie to admins)

-Because of his "bugged" code, he can only access his inventory while riding his decoy body, so it can be tricky if Tango is separated from it.

-Tango can talk as a bug, It's harder without proper vocal cords and has a clicking intonation to it, but he can speak. It comes from nothing and he really doesn't wants to talk how it works.

-As I said previously, Tango is the name of the permadied corpse, the Tek is something that he put after. (Tek is the onomatopoeia of the clicking sound he does when happy. It is too a type of “happy greeting” between bug players)

-Tango has proper formal admin training, he has gone to Admin school and has a degree.

List of fics I am planning to do or I did already in this universe:

-Tango needs Cleo's help with undead things and its forces him to reveal more than he has revealed in a long time: Everyone always forget that corpses have a lot of things to say. (One shot)

-Someone finds Tango's body when he is redstoning things and now everyone knows: Tango’s Castle of Cards.(4/5 chapters still incomplete I am working in it I swear)

-Scar backstory

-Cleo and Tango go shoping in the Zombie market.

-Tango and Zed discover a thing

-Tango and Vintage beef bug friendship.

-Tango and Hypnotized visit a graveyard.

#tango tek #tango tek headcanon #Centipede tango tek #hermitcraft #hermitcraft au #au masterpost #tw blood #tw body horror #tw bones #tw bugs #tw corpse #tw zombies #This is the literal bug crainling in my head since last month #centipede tango tek au

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sumeru-academy · 2 years

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Library of alexandria.

synopsis: ganyu tries to confess her love for you in the form of writing, but it seems a certain fox has other plans.

character(s): yae miko, ganyu. (love rivalry)

warning(s): cameos of klee, ayato, and ayaka; you have to know what among us is.

note(s): female reader, no use of y/n, there’s a section on here that is representative of an irl interaction that i had with mod angel and my sister—it’s very specific so you can gloss over it.

hi angel :) i’m your secret dodoco. this is very much not within my writing style but i tried very hard i promise!!

⎯⎯mod alice 🦋

And then she turned, her eyes holding such softness towards me that I couldn’t believe I could ever receive such love.

Even after millenniums, she was the only grace that made me human.

“Oh… Oh, hi…!”

You looked up from the stack of parchments on your desk at the sound of the voice, only for your eyes to fixate on someone you would have never expected to see in Inazuma City.

“Ganyu?” you named. “Fancy seeing you here!”

“Likewise, though I really didn’t expect to run into you…!” she sheepishly grinned. As a wild blush formed on her cheeks, she seemed to fidget with something in her hands—a thick stack of papers, likely official documents, or even a draft of a book. Ganyu did not seem like the type to write up drafts of novels based on what you knew of her; however, you were standing in a publishing house, after all.

In hopes to ease her awkwardness, you answered, “I work here, actually. I’m an editor for Inazuma’s Yae Publishing House.”

“Oh! You do? Miko… never mentioned that to me,” Ganyu fidgeted. She immediately thought back to the invitation letter that the pink fox had sent to her. When she traveled all the way from Liyue to Inazuma, she knew you resided in the nation; But she really didn’t expect to see you here, of all places.

“You know Miko?” you slightly gasped. “I would’ve never guessed that you two were acquainted.”

As you finished your words, you patted the edge of the table, motioning towards the set of chairs right in front of your desk. Ganyu quickly took a seat, and then set her stack of papers down—however, it seemed the moment she realized you were able to see them, her hands immediately raced to take them back.

You decided not to question it.

“We’re longtime friends, actually!” Ganyu told you as she clutched her loose papers tight against her chest. “We knew each other many, many years ago.” She fidgeted around for another moment, the tips of her fingers rubbing against the papers as she tried to muster up something more to say. “Oh, and…” she began again, “I’m actually here to see her today…?”

“Oh!” You clasped your hands together, dropping your own paperworks from your hand. “Miko is actually not here today.”

“Ah…”

“But, I happen to be going to her current location in a few minutes, so perhaps you’d like to accompany me?”

Her eyes lit up at the offer. She’s been wanting to be alone with you ever since you left your short stay at Liyue Harbor. Without another thought, she hastily nodded her head and followed your every step.

When we walked side-by-side, I felt my heart race. My entire head was screaming at me to hold her hand.

“We’re here!”

“A shrine?”

“The Narukami Shrine,” you corrected with a smile, slinging a plastic bag over your shoulder.

Ganyu had been eyeing that bag all morning—you picked it up before the both of you made the trip here, and she couldn’t help but wonder what was inside such a large, lumpy bag. She supposed she shouldn’t be so nosy, though. After all, you had been excellent at ignoring the papers she had been clutching all day.

Archons, she’d be so embarrassed if you found out what they were before she was ready.

“Oh, right!” Ganyu recalled. “Miko is the head shrine maiden.”

“And the owner of the Yae Publishing House,” you added.

“So she’s your boss?”

“Mhmm.”

The two of you walked side-by-side into the area. There weren’t many people here, as usual—mostly shrine maidens and a few people who were saying short prayers before leaving. Ganyu stayed quiet as she observed the unfamiliar area, choosing to lag behind you for a bit since she didn’t want to seem like she was intruding.

Pale pink petals floating amidst the wind were so much more beautiful compared to the hard rocks of Liyue, in her opinion. Even the roaring heights above each stony mountain could not give her a peaceful view such as this, and she could not help but think you looked so perfect standing here in the middle of it.

If only she could take you on a date here, maybe even confess her feelings… Or would that be considered too blasphemous considering the location?

“There they are!” you suddenly exclaimed. Without warning, you grabbed Ganyu’s wrist and pulled her towards a man with light blue hair that was leaning against the stair railings.

After assuming this was one of the people you were looking for at the shrine (other than Miko, of course; but that was for herself), Ganyu questions, “How did you know they were here?”

“Oh, they’re always here on Saturday mornings right before they go out for bubble tea,” you waved off rather dismissively.

Is bubble tea that important for them to travel so far for it?! Ganyu thought.

“Ayato!”

The blue haired man, who seemed to be staring off into space earlier, perked up at the sound of your call. Ganyu wasn’t sure why, but she immediately didn’t like this man named Ayato.

“Oh?” the man voiced once his eyes landed on your approaching figure. “What brings you all the way here?”

“I got something for you!” you told him, swinging the large plastic bag you held off your shoulders.

So that’s what that is for? Ganyu felt the warmth of your hand leave her own as you began to reach for something in the bag, and she could not help but feel a little jealous…

“Ta-da!”

In your hands was a rather large plush: a smiling bunny, with a pink hood over its ears and around its head. You were smiling in pride at the stuffed toy, and Ayato gasped in what seemed to be both shock and excitement.

“You actually bought it?!” he said with a large grin on his face. He pushed his body off the railing before coming closer to you, and then hugging the plush that you handed to him. “I can’t believe you—and how did you even get one so big? How much was this, let me pay you back!”

“Haha,” you laughed with gritted teeth. “Don’t ask about the price.”

As horror etched on Ayato’s face, Ganyu panicked a bit. Plushies were something you only gave to people you liked, right?! And you got one for this man, so did that mean you were already taken—

“And I got one for your sister, too!”

Oh. Nevermind.

You pulled out another large plush, successfully emptying the bag. It seemed those were the only two things the bag carried, so Ganyu now felt a little embarrassed for being so curious about it.

Ayato’s face contorted immediately when you showed off the other plush.

“W… what… What is that…?” Ayato looked rather confused—and even sort of disgusted—as you held up the plush for Ayaka. His eyes seemed to travel along the pink curves of the plush’s body, from its rather large visors, to what seemed to be a backpack on its back.

You gasped, “You’ve never seen these before, Ayato?” And when you looked around, you saw that both Ayato and Ganyu were shaking their heads. “Well, it’s an—”

“AMONGUS!!”

Everyone turned towards Ayaka, who positively gasped when she saw the pink crewmate plush in your hands.

“Is that for me?!” she asked you with excited eyes. And when you nodded, she gasped once more, squealing out an elongated, “Thank you!” She wrapped the plush in her arms almost immediately, and even seemed to hold it quite gently.

“An… Among Us?” Ayato slowly repeated what his sister previously yelled.

“Amogus,” she corrected.

“Amongus,” you agreed.

Ayato squinted his eyes in heavy confusion at what both you and his sister were talking about. Was it some new game younger people played in their free time? Did Ayaka not tell him about it yet? Perhaps he was just getting too old.

“Well,” he hummed, leaning on one leg and crossing his arms. “I don’t think I like these… Amongi.”

Your hand immediately flew up to your mouth to stop your laughter.

Ayaka argued, “I think the plural term is Amonguses.”

“That sounds terrible.”

“You sound terrible.”

You could only laugh harder as the siblings continued to bicker amongst themselves, even beginning to hit each other’s arms in the middle of the public shrine. Ganyu could only watch awkwardly at the exchange, but luckily, you tapped her arm to pull her away from the discourse.

It seemed like this happens quite often. But nevertheless, Ganyu decided to just completely disregard the two siblings. She allowed you to pull her towards a little stand—one that had a box with a slip of paper sticking out.

“What is this?” the half-adeptus asked.

“A fortune stand!”

You then gestured for her to draw one, and when she did—

The clouds disperse, revealing the moon in the sky. Whoever draws this slip will receive great fortune. With clarity in your heart, what you wish for will come true. Things will go your way today, whether there is something you wish to accomplish… or someone you wish to meet. Now is the time to act.

Your lucky object for the day: Everburning Flaming Flower Stamen. The heat of a Flaming Flower comes from the fire in its heart. The reason everything will go your way is because your heart knows the path to take.

“Now is the time to act…”

Ganyu gulped.

Should she really? It was definitely advisable, that’s for sure. But to actually confess her feelings to you—right now.

You only accompanied her all the way here to look for Miko since the half-adeptus was looking for her, but she had no idea what would happen after that. Seeing you was only a bonus, and there was no guarantee that you would have another moment alone together like this.

However, would it still be considered blasphemous or profane if she did it right here, right in the heart of the Narukami Shrine?

“That plush looks so ugly!”

“Hey, don’t talk about Charles like that!”

“You named it Charles?!”

Nonsense. Those two Kamisato siblings were literally still arguing off to the side, even after she drew her fortune slip and all. If anything, whatever they were doing was far more embarrassing than the idea of quietly confessing to you.

Alright. She can do this, then.

“Hey…”

“Hm? What’s wrong, Ganyu?” you questioned her, noticing how her hands began to visibly tremble. And so you grabbed them, soothing both with careful caresses from your thumb as an attempt to calm her shaking. “Did you get a bad fortune? It’s alright, we can always hang it over he—”

“No, no, it’s not that!” she quickly denied, pulling you back into place. Her shoulders hunched so she looked so small, and she inched closer so she could mumble. “I… I just…”

You listened intently, awaiting her response. It seemed she would just have to suck up her courage and spit it out.

“I wanted to tell you that—”

“Oh my… Ganyu, my beloved friend!”

The both of you turned towards the new voice—or, more like a voice that was all-too-familiar to both your ears. There stood Yae Miko, your boss and Ganyu’s old acquaintance. Of course, Ganyu knew she was going to come sooner or later; that was what you escorted her here for, after all. But the half-adeptus didn’t think her old friend would cut her off so brutally.

“Had I known you would come here early, I would’ve already prepared fresh Sea Ganoderma for you,” Miko pouted as she finally stood in front of you two. She sighed in disappointment at herself, though you seemed to pick up on her playfulness better than your half-adeptus companion had.

“No, it’s no worries at all!” Ganyu was quick to assure, “It’s already an honor to see you after so long!”

Miko dramatically gasped, “You mean you walked all this way to find me?” She looked absolutely horrified, though falsely. “How horrible of me as your Inazuman hostess—I was even the one to tell you to meet me at the Publishing House!”

It was frankly quite weird to you to see both women interact with each other, especially since you did not expect them to know one another at all. Alas, you would just have to get used to it, even if their personalities clashing together seemed like a total disaster in your eyes.

“Allow me, my good friend,” Miko continued, “to take what you came here for right off your hands!”

Before Ganyu could even question or protest, Miko snatched the hefty stack of papers from her hands. She held up a few sheets between her fingertips, displaying them up rather publicly so she could scan their contents. This caused immediate panic to rise in the half-adeptus’s face; And you still had not a clue of what these papers contained, though it seemed that Ganyu preferred to keep its contents private between her and Miko.

“Miko, don’t—!”

“Oooh… Your handwriting is so neat and lovely! Perfectly expected from a secretary,” the pink haired woman marveled. “Oh, this”—she finally turned to speak to you—“have you read this yet, my darling?”

“Those…” you told her. “No, I haven’t.”

“Miko, I really don’t want her to—!”

“What a grave shame!” Miko whined as if you just spoke of something absolutely disappointing. “You need to read it, I feel it will be right up your alley!”

“Ah, but if Ganyu is not comfortable…”

Ganyu cut in rather loudly, “I will be!” And then she squeaked, probably realizing she was being too passionate. In a lower voice, she said to you, “When these drafts are all edited and published in a few days, I’ll be comfortable—I want you to read it!”

Oh, so it’s actually a book.

Ganyu wrote a book.

And she came all the way here to get it edited and published under the Yae Publishing House.

“Aw, how sweet!” Miko gasped at her old friend. Then, she turned to you. “See, that’s why I took up this offer—this story is so cute, you know. I just had to get my hands on it.” She stared down at the papers in amusement, a slight smirk upon her lips. “And that is also why, as Ganyu’s dear friend, I decided to edit and publish it personally for her.”

“That’s so kind of you!” you exclaimed. “And I’d love to read it once it’s out!”

Ganyu chuckled nervously, “Yeah I… I really hope you enjoy and… understand it…”

“Say, let’s all go get lunch at Uyuu Restaurant,” Miko suggested with a smile. “I have another client I need to meet over there shortly. But I want to make up for my lack of hospitality, so I’ll treat you both to celebrate remeeting friends, and for new relationships.”

She doesn't think she expected it to turn out like this.

What was supposed to be a simple lunch had you three in a private room, with Miko’s arm slung right over around your waist so temptingly. She was laughing cutely near your ear, occasionally feeding you and tapping her other arm atop your thigh.

However, far too close in proximity for Ganyu’s tastes.

She sat alone on her side of the table, opposite to you and Miko, who were sitting next to each other. Miko had such easy access to you, and all Ganyu could do was watch.

Well, Ganyu wasn’t technically “alone” on her side of the table. Right next to her sat a little girl with a cute red hat and dress—clearly not any representation of Inazuman fashion, however. She was from Mondstadt, and her name was Klee. Though, Ganyu wondered why a kid this small was even Miko’s client, anyways?

"Oh my Archons, you—!" Miko burst into laughter at whatever you said. "You're always so amusing to me, you know. I should take you out on dates like these more often!"

Dates like these...

“Oh man,” Klee piped up, “that joke wasn’t even funny!”

Ganyu let out a heavy sigh, feeling like a third wheel… Fourth. Fourth wheel. Though, she couldn't even blame you at all. Clearly, there was too much on your plate with Miko constantly attached to your hip. And yet Ganyu still sat there, wondering about ways to cut in so she can still somehow talk to you.

Speaking of talking, were you and Miko always this close? She didn't expect it, really. In fact, she didn’t even think you two knew each other.

“Come on, you have to try this!” Miko prodded, her body leaning right onto you and her chopsticks hovering over your mouth. “The fried tofu from this restaurant is the best—none compare to it. Come onnn, open your mouth for me, please?”

This lovey-dovey act was throwing Ganyu terribly off. Miko actually read her drafted book, right?

“It’s pretty good!” you admitted through chews and a hand over your mouth. “A lot better than Kiminami Restaurant’s fried tofu, actually?”

“See?” Miko hummed. It was simple, but the way you ate from Miko’s chopsticks was driving Ganyu insane. Had Miko no shame, when she was literally sitting right in front of you both? Ganyu continued to eat quietly, trying not to feel jealous as much as she could.

“I actually need to cut my stay short,” you suddenly mentioned, catching both Ganyu and Miko’s attention. “There’s still work I have to finish at the Publishing House.”

Miko pouted “Aw, can’t you stay?” She tugged on your arm, hoping to somehow look cute enough to convince you to stay for more time. “I’m sure your work wouldn’t mind if you were away for a little while longer…”

“Miko… You’re my boss.”

“Oh, right!” she laughed, and you deadpanned. “Okay, then off you go!”

With a short parting, you quickly left from the restaurant (effectively leaving the two adults [not Klee] with the meal bill) and made your way back to the Publishing House.

Ganyu and Miko were now left alone, though the half-adeptus wasn’t sure if this was a good thing or a bad thing, especially with the red Mondstadt child here. On one hand, she was thrilled to get almost-alone time with her old friend. On the other hand, this old friend just spent the past half hour ignoring her in favor of flirting with you.

And Miko read the drafts of her book. She knew about her feelings for you.

“So,” Ganyu quietly began. But since it was only the three of them now, Miko heard her meek voice. “About my book…”

“Ah, yes, your book!” Miko clasped her hands together, finally turning her full attention to the blue haired secretary in front of her. “So I’ve already read the whole draft, and I loved it! I can’t wait to work with you to edit and publish it.”

“That’s good to hear!” Ganyu grinned. “And, um… Were you able to understand the sort of… representation I was going for…? Who the characters are, I mean…”

Miko playfully scoffed, “No worries, my dear friend, Ganyu. Your story makes your little crush on her quite clear! And I must admit, she is someone special to me, too.” Ganyu couldn’t help but narrow her eyes—her companion said that with such sincerity, but also an underlying sound of mischief. “It touches my heart, you know,” Miko continued, “that you even made the story revolve around your love for her!”

“Huh?” Klee perked up. “Miss Blue Hair wrote a book as well?”

“I—”

“Yes, she does!” Miko answered excitedly. “It’s a slow-burn romance between a foreign traveler and a workaholic secretary from the latter’s point of view—she falls in love with the foreigner so fast, and it finishes with a grand confession scene where she accepts the secretary’s feelings! Doesn’t that sound so cute, my child? There are tons of cute scenes littered in between, too! And Miss Ganyu here wrote all of them!”

“Oh…!” Ganyu immediately blushed. “Yeah, I’m actually… pretty embarrassed about writing that! But I’m glad you understand me enough to pick up on it, Miko.”

She held sincerity in her voice. It was a little too easy.

“Of course! I mean, what are friends for?” the fox envoy laughed dismissively. “Now, after this, I’ll be editing your story to perfection, and we can get this published to perfection. Alright, dear?”

Klee gasped, “Aww, that’s so cute and so sweet! Can Klee read it when it’s published? And, and–! And can I make a gift for all the packaging boxes?!”

“Of course you can, child!” Miko accepted kindly.

Ganyu swore she felt her heart warm. “Thank you both so much!” she exclaimed. “I really hope she’ll like it…”

“Oh, don’t worry. She will.”

Ganyu frequently spent her days in Inazuma with you after that, mustering up the courage to even talk to you at all. But she was here in a whole new nation with her most beloved person, so why shouldn’t she?

And, you were so kind enough to even offer her a tour of not only Inazuma City, but a large part of Narukami Island itself. She felt bad—truly, the worry of intruding in your personal time made her a bit anxious. But she couldn’t help but be selfish now that she experienced relishing in alone time with you.

The time you spent together in Liyue was nothing but fleeting. You were only there for such a short time; And for a business trip, too. Something about a legendary author that needed a bit of extra help before getting his works to Inazuma’s Publishing House—Ganyu didn’t quite catch all the details.

But she fell for you nevertheless, like some dumb, young love—though, she wasn’t quite young anymore.

And yet, the luminous glow of Chinju Forest made her feel like she was in some childish fairytale again. The way the blue light cuddles with your skin like the way she wished she could do the same with you. A moment of quiet and serenity was one she could not get in the heart of Inazuma City; But here, alone with you, she could breathe.

Amidst the surrealness, you asked quietly, “How much longer are you in Inazuma?”

The restriction of volume made it difficult for her to tell what you were feeling. Were you quiet because of the surroundings…

Or because you were sad she’ll leave?

“Two days,” she answered, trying to level her own voice as much as she could. She was already such a quiet person, but she still feared she was being too loud against the running water down the creek of the forest. “Tomorrow, my book gets published. And then the next day, I leave.”

She watched your face closely as she spoke those words, wondering if she could find any indication of a reaction. Would it be terrible of her to admit that she wanted you to feel sorrowful? That she wanted you to tell her to stay? Perhaps she was too needy for your affection, and perhaps she wrote you too unrealistic in her book.

“I see,” was all you said.

You then lowered yourself, moving to sit down on the cool grass right in front of the small creak. Ganyu soon followed, feeling quite awkward that she was the only one standing. Why must she be so anxious in front of you?

“Your hair,” you pointed out. And when she turned, she saw your eyes fixated on the strands of her hair.

At least, that’s what she assumed. She hoped it wasn’t her horns. You’d probably think they look weird, wouldn’t you?

“My hair?”

“The light blue really glows under this light,” you told her. “It’s really pretty.”

Ganyu immediately froze in embarrassment, her hands flying straight up to cover her face. Had you no shame in saying such a thing? Sure, you probably meant it in an artistic way with colors and whatnot, but she took it to heart. You called her pretty. Oh, Archons.

Seeing her immediate reaction, you assumed the worst and quickly apologized, “Sorry, sorry. Did I make you uncomfortable?”

“No!” she squeaked. And as a result, Ganyu’s hands then flew to cover her mouth. Oh dear, that was such a loud noise she made. “I… I’m really flattered actually. Thank you so much…!”

Oh Gods, she was definitely so loud—she hoped you didn’t mind. Luckily, you didn’t comment on it, instead turning to dip your hand against the moving water. It was so clear. Ganyu could see how pretty your fingers moved against the running current.

“And… um…” Ganyu perked up again. Why did she have to be so embarrassing? Ah, she should’ve just kept her mouth shut, but there was no turning back now. “I think your hair is really pretty, too. Not even just under this lighting, but in general.”

She had the locks of your hair memorized in her brain, even how trivial that information was. But it was one of the many features that made her fall for you; and she couldn’t help but describe exactly why she liked it in her book. The way it lifted in the wind, or the way it flowed whenever you turned—the image would always be so vivid in her mind.

You chuckled just a bit, “Thank you, Ganyu.”

The half adeptus only smiled in response, though she figured you couldn’t even see it—your attention was still focused on the creek in front. But she was content with that. Content, as long as you still stayed by her, sitting alone here in Chinju Forest.

“Publishing day!” the fox envoy sang in your ear. You were in the middle of editing a document, and so the sound of her voice completely caught you off guard.

That, or it was the way that both of her arms suddenly snaked around your shoulders from behind. You got this treatment from her a lot, and yet you still froze at such affections. She was quite the touchy one, though what kind of woman would reject advances from the ever-so tempting Yae Miko?

“For Ganyu’s book?” you asked, then she nodded onto your shoulder. She laid on it quite comfortably from behind your seated form, staring down onto the papers you were working on. Her hands dangled in front of you, and her chest pressed against the back of your seat.

“She’s excited for you to read it.”

“I know.”

“Would you believe me if I said that I was even more excited for you to read it? More than her?”

You shivered from how light her voice had gotten, as well as the feeling of her breath hitting your ear. If she was implying something, then you were clueless. Why would she be more excited for you to read Ganyu’s book? It wasn’t even her own.

Perhaps she was just very supportive of her friend.

At least, that’s what you told yourself to believe.

“I guess I can see it,” you answered her simply. “You’re quite passionate.” And very dramatic, but you didn’t say that aloud.

She hummed near your ear in response, seeming to find your answer acceptable. Then she untangled herself from you. She moved back from your body until she was fully standing again before planting her hands down on your shoulders from behind.

“Most of the department is out today, busy printing the final copies of the books.” She told you that rather informatively, somehow completely dropping her flirty tone from earlier. It was like she acted as if she was your employer—which, in actuality, she was. “But since you’re Ganyu and my little favorite, I’ll let you wait until the reveal, does that sound good?” “Thank you for the special treatment, ma’am.”

“With pleasure!”

Breathless, I confessed to you. I sputtered out nonsense I had no control over, and yet all you did was look at me with the brightest smile I had ever seen on you.

Last page… And, done.

You filled your editing quota for today meaning you could finally leave work.

Grabbing your coat from the edge of your desk, you threw it on, expecting a chilly evening. You hoped they hadn’t begun selling Ganyu’s book yet—you didn’t want to miss it. Miko had told you that it would up on the shelves at sundown, and luckily, you happened to finish today just as the sun began to set.

But outside already awaited you Miko and… Ganyu.

“Well, well, look who’s finally done with work,” Miko chuckled. She then nodded her head towards Ganyu, who suddenly looked incredibly nervous as she approached you.

“Um, I have a gift for you…”

And before you could even say a word, she shoved a book in front of you, and you were quick to assume that it was a copy of her newly published book. Though, you figured as an editor for the Publishing House, you would’ve gotten a free or discounted copy of it anyways…?

“This is the very first copy that was printed of my book!” she told you, bowing her head down. You couldn’t tell if it was in shame, embarrassment, or some form of unnecessary respect.

You looked down at the book in your hands, then back towards her. “But, shouldn’t you get the first copy? You’re the author, after all.”

“No, no!” Gnayu denied with a quick wave of her hands. “I actually”—she turned away—“wrote it for you, and that’s why I really wanted you to read it…”

Well, there was no way that her words didn’t warm your heart. She was so sweet to do something like this, and so suddenly, too. So this is the book she’s been hiding from your eyes? The book she traveled all the way from Liyue to Inazuma to publish? Just for you, someone she met so briefly?

Now, you could only wonder what the book was about. Turning it around to see the description on the back, you read aloud:

“Young girl steps foot in a foreign land only to catch the eyes of… the grand Kitsune Guuji?! Join our main protagonist as she gets accustomed to her new life in a new land. But will she survive when the terribly seductive and gorgeous Kitsune Guuji tries to win her heart by hiring her as her new editor—”

“Wait, wait what?!” Ganyu shrieked. “That… That’s not—!”

“Surprise!” said Miko with a hearty laugh. She moved her fingers in front of her lips as she joyously grinned, “My dear friend Ganyu was so kind to write a book about us, and our love!”

You were so confused.

“Miko, that’s not what I wrote at all!” Ganyu exclaimed, turning frantically to her friend. Friend…

“Oh?” the fox envoy gasped. “Well, that’s probably because I edited it! Y’know, like I said I would!”

“You—” Ganyu was at a complete loss for words. Did… did someone she trusted fully as her kind friend just write over her book? A book she was going to use as a confession?! And, to make things worse, she even self-inserted herself over Ganyu’s own character in the story. How painfully cruel. “You’ve… You’ve quite the ego—!”

“Ego? Oh, why do you look so mad my dearest old friend?” Miko questioned, and you couldn’t quite tell if she was purposely trying to piss Ganyu off or not. “All I did was help you like a good friend!”

“But this wasn’t the story I had written at all!”

Miko grinned, “Is it really not?”

“No, I was supposed to use my original story idea to confess my feelings for—”

“MISS MIKO!! MISS GANYU!!”

Klee.

Using the kid’s intervention to her advantage, Miko immediately ignored Ganyu’s infuriated face in favor of turning her attention to Klee. “Oh, hello child!” she greeted. “What brings you back to the Publishing House so soon? Are you here to see Miss Ganyu’s new book?”

“Yep!” Klee nodded happily. “And I am also here to tell you that Klee finished putting gift bags in each of the packaging boxes!”

“Aw, that’s so sweet of you, darling Klee!” Miko aww’ed. “Can you show them to us?”

“Of course!” Klee yelled. “Actually, they should be going off any second now!!”

Miko confusedly laughed, “Hah… Going… off…?”

BOOM.

“Bombs!!”—in the most joyous tone ever.

Miko’s eyes widened immediately, and she turned around, only to see—

“The Publishing House is on fire!” she gasped. And immediately, she rushed to go get help. After all, she didn’t want her precious building and books to burn down!

“Klee made special bombs for each of the packages!” Klee said quite proudly despite the building in front of them quite literally being… On fire. “Like, care packages, I guess!” Her laugh was terribly adorable.

Emphasis on terrible.

Actually, Ganyu wasn’t quite sure whether she should be in a panicked state right now…

…Or a happy one.

Those cursed, dreaded books were now all gone—Thank Archons!

With a sudden wave of passion and uncanny confidence taking over, she raised her arm, and hurled it into the Publishing House—right into the fires that were destroying everything. And finally, the last book was gone.

Like a knight in shining armor, she suddenly turned to you, and got down on one knee. Taking one of your hands despite the clear wave of panic on your face. She confessed.

“I’ve been in love with you for the past year now!”

“Ganyu, good lord! Now is not the time for th—”

Before she could even finish, one of Klee’s bombs rolled right onto Ganyu’s feet.

Well.

You ran off. Ganyu did not.

“Is this considered a rejection…”

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