After having a bullshit day, you just want to watch a specific documentary from when you were alive. It's nowhere to be found.
Until Vox takes a look
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Lets not perceive me right now, k? I wanted some soft not quite established relationship vox so I wrote it.
The day has already been a write-off.
It's one of those days when you just cannot bring yourself to do anything other than rot on the couch and doomscroll endlessly. Your back will absolutely be screaming at you come morning, pissed at you for your poor posture, but as previously mentioned, you're too tired to care or move.
And you've been here all day anyway, so moving now won't really matter in the end.
The apartment is chilly, which is normally how you like it, but your fatigue has made you overly sensitive to it. Now, you're not much more than a creature beneath a swath of quilts and blankets. All soft velour and plush velvet, none of that sherpa bullshit. When you'd officially moved into V-Tower, Vox had ensured all your furnishings were to your taste. Gift giving, read buying affection, was certainly one of his love languages. God knows the fucker could never communicate in a normal way.
Flash. Flash. Flash.
The pixels burst and flare with color as you endlessly change the channel, looking for something, anything that sparks your interest. You're not going to be able to rest otherwise, fingers already itching to toss the remote into the giant TV up against the floor-to-ceiling windows. What a mess that would be.
A glance at the corner of the screen reveals that it's already past 10 pm, meaning that Vox is late again. Obviously, he has shit to do. Obviously, you know that. And obviously, you guys aren't…labeled or official. And that's fine! But is a little consistency such a big ask? Or even just sticking to a pre-determined time?
This wasn't you getting attached. It wasn't. You just wanted to see him. He was…you enjoyed being around him.
In more ways than one.
A smile tugs at the corner of your lip as you imagine him, high up in his office, shock.wav swimming below him somewhere, that giant water puppy. It was crazy how affectionate a demon cyborg shark was, I mean, he let you hand-feed him! And he was gentle about it! Vox had been having the demonic equivalent of a panic attack the entire time, ready to swoop in if shock.wav decided to go rogue, but he didn't.
"Told you I'm good with animals." You'd said, smug in your being right.
All you got was a relieved huff and roll of his eyes, "Yeah, yeah, you're going to fucking kill me one of these days."
You'd pestered Vox about him a few times, and he seemed more than happy to indulge your questions, clearly fascinated and knowledgeable on the subject. It was…almost cute.
It was completely understandable. There was a special that you watched religiously when you were alive, and while it didn't focus on sharks, it did focus on the ocean. The deep ocean, creatures that may as well be alien to humans, creatures that looked Lovecraftian in design, creatures like the fucking 'vampire squid from hell'. Shock.wav would honestly fit right in with that motley crew.
That's what you want to watch, you realize. A calming hour of beautiful fish and narration, and turning your brain off.
Perfect. Problem solved. Vox had told you he got a few human channels; surely you'd be able to find it somewhere? When you were alive, you could find anything on the internet, from obscure TV series to free sheet music to obscure history facts long since forgotten by most other people.
So begins your hunt.
You check-
No, they don't have it.
Well, what about-
Nope, not them either.
Not that one.
Nope.
Nope, again.
Try another.
Not available.
Not available.
Not available.
Fucking not available.
Now you want to throw the remote for an entirely different reason.
And you do, right at the wall next to your front door. Which, coincidentally, is open. Vox is standing in the doorway, frozen, almost looking…nervous? As though he's in trouble.
"Uh…honey, I'm home?" Is his poor attempt at a joke. All he gets is an eye roll and a grunt.
Walking further into your space, he engages in one of his other love languages: placating and apologizing.
"Look, I know I'm late, I wish I could've texted, but the meeting ran over and I couldn't-"
"Oh my god, I wasn't throwing the remote at you."
That stops him dead in his tracks, "You weren't?"
"No, idiot." But there's no bite in your words, your anger fading to frustration and annoyance.
His brows pinch together as his shoulders untense, happy not to be the target of your ire, but confused as to your mood. Claws pull at his bowtie and shed his coat, placing it on one of your kitchen stools. They deftly undo a few of his buttons and roll up the sleeves of his shirt to showcase his forearms and god, even in your tired and pissy mood, you can't help but oogle him…just a little.
Dress shoes clack against the wood floor (it took a lot of begging on your part for him to install it over the tile he used everywhere else, but you had him wrapped around your finger, tighter than either of you would admit), until he's standing in front of you and you're staring at his shoes. It's a bit childish, your behavior, but again, it's just one of those days.
He's tall. He's so fucking tall it's unfair, tall enough that when you're sitting, the tips of his fingers just about reach your cheek. Ever attuned to you and what you like, much as you both would deny it, his claws, ever so gently, graze over your cheek, down to your chin, pulling your face up to look at him.
Vox is not…soft. At least, not all the time. The two of you have been…something, for a long time. Most of the time, he's brash and cocky and the showman you've come to know.
But sometimes, usually when it seems you've had a rough day, another side of him shows. Something human, kind, gentle. It's a rarity, and too much of it would smother you.
And still…
Sometimes it was exactly what you needed. And so when his palm cradles your cheek, you lean into it, nuzzling against his skin and claws, eyes drifting closed, unable to meet his gaze.
"What's bothering my girl, hm?" His voice is low, gravelly, and sincere. Fuck.
He always knows exactly what to say.
In the time you've known him, you've come to realize all of the tells that indicate the era he was born in. And sure, a lot of men from those decades were pieces of shit, and Vox certainly isn't a saint, but one thing's for certain: he hated seeing the women he cared about upset. You'd only cried in front of him once before, and he'd been so disturbed and affected that he'd dropped to his knees before you and held you oh so delicately, promising he would fix whatever was wrong and eviscerate whoever it was that might've hurt you.
You sigh deeply and exhale some of your anger, "It's silly, Vox. Not that big of a deal."
"You're no delicate flower, doll. If it's bothering you, it's not something silly." There's mirth in his voice. Teasing, but not malicious. And he was right.
"You're going to laugh."
"Probably, but then I'll fix it for you." That gets you to crack your eyes open, a wry smile spreading across your face. He's smiling softly at you, eyebrows raised, eyes lidded, tired and amused and so human it hurts. When you don't answer right away, he bends down, elbows resting on his knees, hand still against your cheek, now eye to eye with you, eyebrows barely pinched, just a pixel or two.
"Come on, tell me." No hypnosis required, his voice alone makes you want to spill your guts.
"I've just," you start abruptly before you chicken out, "had one of those days where nothing sounds appealing. Like…all I can do is lie here and rot and waste the day, and nothing I wanted to watch or was interested in was on, and I…finally remembered something that sounded fun and I can't fucking find it anywhere, and I got so frustrated after looking that I threw the remote…" It feels better having said it, but you also hear how ridiculous it sounds. Vox was running a goddamn media empire monopoly, and he was listening to you whining about not finding the TV show you wanted? Pathetic.
"Laugh if you want, go ahead, it's silly." You fix him with a withering stare, ready to take whatever mockery he has in store for you.
He chuckles once, twice, then his thumb is caressing your cheekbone, "That's all, baby? Why didn't you just text me? I could've found it for you."
You blink, "I didn't want to bother you. And I'm…not used to not being able to find something. It was practically my superpower when I was alive."
He breathes in deep and tilts his head at you. "Scoot over," is all the warning you get before he's slotting himself next to you on the couch, pulling you against his chest, and rearranging your numerous blankets around you.
"What's it called?"
"It's an earth show."
"I didn't ask where it's from, I asked what it's called?"
Well then…
"It was a BBC special, Blue Planet, Creatures of the Deep." Interest flickers on his face as he looks at you, mouth quirked up in a subconscious smile, eyes widening in a way that makes him look…younger. They look up and to the right, as if in thought, and you can see a little loading circle in the bottom right corner as he looks through some media library somewhere.
"David Attenborough narrates?"
"Yeah, that's the one." You slot yourself against his chest, warmth bleeding through his half-open dress shirt. His hand comes up to his face, makes a grabbing motion, and throws a bolt of electricity at the TV.
The first few seconds of the intro plays, and suddenly you are home. Watching this in your living room, sitting way too close to the screen, oohing and ahing over the creatures swimming across your screen.
"Told you I could fix it." His arm tightens around your shoulders, fingers absent-mindedly skimming over your bare skin, not covered by the blanket. You turn to him and give him a smug smile.
"My hero." You coo, before planting a kiss on the corner of his screen. It leaves a little pink glow that you've come to recognize as some sort of physiological response his programming has to you. It fades quickly, but you see it. You always see it.
"Yeah, yeah, hush up and watch your show." He bristles, trying to push your attention back to the screen and off of him. You're quiet for a few moments, pondering.
Before you can think better of it, you sit up slightly, bringing your fingers to the corner of his face, tilting his face towards you.
"Thank you, Vox." Just three words, and yet they convey so much. Earnest and sincere and a depiction of your heart on a platter. Just for him.
He visibly softens again, melts a little further into you, into this…other side of himself, reserved only for you. The look you share is full of unsaid declarations that neither of you will voice for fear of it being real. But it's enough for now. His other hand comes back to your cheek, stroking it softly again, and then he's kissing the top of your head and tucking you into his side, where you fit perfectly.
"Anything for my girl."
God, you love it when he calls you that.
"You know you don't have to watch it with me, right?" You say half-heartedly, you both know that's not true. You're out of sorts, and he was late, so yeah, he does have to.
"Yeah, but you know I love this shit." You know that's not the full story, but you don't pry. You never push.
"I know. I actually only remembered this because you let me feed Shock.wav last week."
He huffs at the memory, "Oh yeah?"
"Mhm. Was thinking about how he looked like some of these creatures and remembered they talked about the Greenland shark in this one." You smile wider, like the cat that got the cream. You got him hook, line, and sinker now. It's funny, you can actually feel him lock in beside you.
"Oh yeah?"
"Yeah. It lives so close to the ocean floor and can grow longer than great whites." His hold tightens around you, and he settles into the couch, fully committing to this with you.
"You're amazing, you know that?"
"I know. Now shush, I wanna watch."
By the time the segment is over, and David is talking about hot chemical soup spewing out of the volcanic vents, your eyes are heavy, and you're all but asleep. Vox, ever the attentive partner, hoists you into his arms as though you weigh nothing at all and walks you to your bedroom. He places you on the bed, pulling the blankets around you as you settle. In seconds, he's discarded his work clothes and climbed in behind you. He can spare a few hours here with you before he has to get back to work.
As soon as he's under the covers, you subconsciously seek his warmth. He's always warm. Your head fits perfectly in between his head and shoulder, his opposite arm encircling you both.
This is something now. It has been for a long time. Someday soon, you'll both have to reckon with that. But for now, you're both content to watch more specials about fish and sharks and revel in the gentle company you both give to each other.
Content warning: Angst, alcohol use, fighting, smut, switch!Vi, switch!Reader, Sub!Vi, Dom!Reader, multiple rounds mentioned, teasing, orgasm denial, fingering, pet name use, swearing, maybe dub-con (Vi has had a small amount of alcohol but not enough that she can’t consent). (lmk if I missed any tags and need to add more)
Authors note: I’ve never really written this much smut before or this detailed so no one judge me! This is based on a post I saw here. I am willing to make a pt.2 if people want it.
Word count: 2.7k
Introduction
Part 1. Part 2. …
You were waiting for the loud ringing sound, the noise that told you to head into the pit. It was late and you’d already done 3 matches tonight but you knew you needed this last one, this one was special, you were going to be fighting Vi.
This wasn’t your first time fighting with Vi in the pit, you’d done it a million times before by now, she was the only person you couldn’t guarantee win or a lose.
You sighed as you shook off your nerves before the loud ringing of a bell went off and you headed into the centre of the concrete pit. The lights overhead were too bright almost blinding and the cheering or at this point screaming of the crowd was deafening, but you looked before you and saw Vi already in position ready to throw a hard punch. She was moving side to side, ready for the match to start.
The match began and you quickly side stepped out of the way from Vi’s fist that went flying towards your head, you quickly moved around behind her and jabbed her ribs causing her to immediately swing her arm around which hit your shoulder hard. You stumbled back slightly off balance but quickly dropped down as Vi swung again. You could tell she was tired, even though to the average person her attacks seemed precise, you knew that wasn’t the case. Vi was swinging for your head, she wanted this to be a quick match and you decided to be nice and make it one. You quickly moved and hit your first square in her gut causing her to grab her stomach as she doubled over gasping for air after you knocked the wind out of her.
The bell rang, calling that the match was over and many people sighed or cheered depending on who they were hoping to win. You looked down at Vi who seemed more hurt than she should’ve been, you knew that punch wasn’t hard enough to cause her to still be doubled over in pain after a minute. The crowds of people started to dissipate so you chose to crouch down by Vi and held your hand out for her to take if she wanted.
“Dude you good? I swear I didn’t punch you that hard, or I didn’t mean to at least.”
Vi looked up at you, gripping her ribs and took your hand to help her up before you both headed to the changing rooms.
“F-fine…m’ fine, just probably caught something, ya know?”
You hummed in response as you sat her down on a bench and went to get her some water.
“How come you’re doing all this? Usually you just go into your area until we meet up at the bar.”
You shrugged as you passed her the water bottle.
“I know I didn’t hit you hard enough for you to still be on the floor a good minute after I hit you. Plus you didn’t seem ok when we were fighting.”
Vi nodded as she drank some of the water. You both stayed there in silence as Vi took the occasional sip of water. It felt weird, you were both almost calm, just existing in each other’s presence, usually you both were either arguing, fighting or fucking, never an in between.
Vi stared at her hands which held the bottle of water, half zone out. That punch was in the same spot that Caitlyn punched her, just thinking of it made her feel ill, but at the same time all she wanted to do was curl up in her shitty bed which wasn’t even an actual bed.
You were just looking at her, knowing she wasn’t ok, Vi was usually cocky and would brush this whole thing off like it was nothing.
“Seriously you alright?”
Vi shrugged before getting up and grabbing her jacket.
“Yeah…told you ‘m fine.”
You sighed and pinched the bridge of your nose.
“Clearly you’re not fine so just spill.”
Vi huffed getting more pissed off that you wouldn’t just drop it.
“I told you I’m fine, for gods sake can’t you just take words at face value for once!? Seriously you don’t have to be all nosey and trying to get into my business all the damn time!”
You just stood there for a moment, shocked at her lashing out.
“I’m just making sure you’re ok! Is it that hard for you to acknowledge that someone gives a shit about you!?”
You knew you should drop this but for some reason you just couldn’t, you were worried about her, she never really acted like this.
“You don’t care about me all you’re here for is a good fuck and someone you can actually fight with!”
“That’s not true Vi and you know it!”
Vi turned on her heel and stormed out of the changing room and down to the last drop, where she spent most of her nights. You groaned and ran your hands down your face before going to your own changing area and grabbing all your things along with your earnings from the night, once you had everything you headed out and decided to just go home. The rest of the night you spent patching up any injuries, having a shower before going to bed.
Vi just stormed out the changing room, breathing heavily from the somewhat heated argument. Why couldn’t you just know when to shut up, it pissed her off like there was no tomorrow. She walked straight into the bar and ordered the same drink she always got, the more she drank the more she thought about Caitlyn and sometimes you. Loris wasn’t there anymore to help her out, she’d pushed him away too even though he was just trying to help her get through this.
After a few hours and way too many drinks she hobbled her way back to her apartment room. She dragged herself up the stairs, cursing every time she slipped. Once inside she dropped down into her makeshift bed which just consisted of 3 big pillows with a few rags thrown over it. She curled in on herself as she eventually passed out from sheer exhaustion and the amount of alcohol that was currently running through her system.
A few days had passed and you barely saw Vi, it was like she was purposely avoiding you, anytime you two had a match booked she just wouldn’t show up at all.
As the days passed you got more aggressive during your matches in the pit, you were pissed that Vi wasn’t talking to you, you felt guilty thinking some of it was your fault, along with a crap ton of other emotions you just couldn’t pinpoint what they were or why you were feeling them.
It was late at the bar, Vi was drinking herself away as always when she suddenly got pulled off the bar stool she was sitting at and dragged out the bar.
“What the fuck!?”
Vi quickly scrambled trying to move her drunken body fast enough and then she saw it was you, you were dragging her out of the bar. You pulled her into an alleyway and stared at her while she was slumped against the wall like a kicked puppy.
“Vi, why have you been avoiding me? Look I know I was being pushy the other night and shit but for gods sake we argue all the time what makes this one time different?”
Vi just sat there for a moment before talking in that usual cocky tone.
“Aww did you miss me angel?”
You rolled your eyes and sighed out of pure annoyance.
“Vi be fucking serious, or are you too piss drunk?”
Vi groaned in annoyance.
“No, ‘m not too drunk.”
You pinched the bridge of your nose before talking.
“Right, so answer my question why the fuck are you avoiding me?”
Vi looked down almost like she felt bad.
“Just… I got upset for reasons I don’t particularly want to talk about and I felt shitty alright? But if you want, we can pretend it never happened, I’ll make up for it, promise.”
You groaned even louder.
“For fucks sake Vi…”
Vi just sat there and she did look guilty, that sad puppy eyed look was on her face and it made you feel guilty for being mad at her. You groaned once again before talking.
“Fine… whatever we’ll forget about this ok but don’t do this again alright.”
Vi nodded and got up, she immediately went to kiss you but you stopped her.
“How many drinks?”
Vi paused for a second before answering.
“Just the one, was gonna have a second but someone dragged me out the bar.”
You rolled her eyes but let her kiss you, you knew Vi could tolerate her alcohol way too well so her having one drink wasn’t too bad.
You both got back to Vi’s apartment, making out and hands wandering. You pushed her onto the makeshift bed and started kissing down her jaw then her neck and down to her collarbone as you pulled at her bandages that were binding her chest. Vi was just staring at you like some lovesick puppy while you kissed and marked along her body, you noticed her stare and raised an eyebrow.
“What’s up with that look?”
Vi just shrugged like it was obvious.
“You’re just so pretty…”
You sat up and just stared right back at her, slightly shocked she had said that, Vi wasn’t usually verbally affectionate, well not like that, usually she’s cocky and just says whatever you want to hear but this time it felt honest.
“You sure you’re not drunk?”
“God, can’t a girl give a compliment anymore?”
You rolled your eyes before leaning down to kiss her, it wasn’t a slow gentle kiss, it was hard and aggressive like you two couldn’t get enough of each other no matter how hard you tried. Vi’s hands moved to support your hips while you groped at her now unbound chest causing her to groan against your lips and grip your waist tighter. When you pulled back and began to kiss down her torso, she whined and quickly covered her mouth to muffle any noises she made, but you quickly pulled her hand away and tutted.
“Ah ah ah, Vi you know I like hearing you.”
Vi let out a shaky breath and just stared at you, she looked almost drunk on pleasure, her eyes full of lust as she suddenly let out a loud almost guttural moan when she felt you press your thumb against her clit through her trousers. You carefully hooked your fingers into the waistband of her jeans and slowly, painfully slowly, pulled them off her legs causing Vi to groan in annoyance.
“For fucks sake can you move any slower.”
The second she said that you immediately started moving even slower.
“I didnt mean literally!”
You rolled your eyes before pulling her jeans completely off and almost immediately after, starting to pull off her underwear. Vi let out a small whine at the feeling of cold air hitting her now exposed cunt which was practically dripping wet. You smirked slightly at seeing just how needy she was and you immediately started running your ring and middle finger up her slit, before rubbing tight circles on her clit. Vi’s thighs threatened to close around your hand but you immediately pushed her legs back open, your fingers digging into the firm muscles in her thighs.
“Keep them open for me, you can behave can't you? You'll be a good girl for me?”
You kept rubbing her clit and holding eye contact with her, she was slowly becoming a desperate whiny mess right in front of your eyes and you were enjoying every second of it. Vi's head fell back as she moaned loudly when you started to pick up the pace. Not long after Vi's legs were shaking like a leaf.
Once she was right on the edge, you pulled your fingers away causing a surprisingly pathetic moan to escape her lips.
“No, please baby, please let me cum, need it s’ freaking bad.”
You shrugged as you lifted your fingers up to her lips.
“Suck. Come on, be good for me and suck.”
Vi carefully took your fingers into her mouth and began to gently suck on them, her eyes slowly closing as she got lost in the feeling. After a moment you pulled them out and ran your hand down to her needy pussy and began to press against her hole which kept clenching around nothing. Vi's face flushed in from how much she needed you. She felt a sudden wave of heat rushing straight down between her thighs, she kept groaning and whining like she just couldn't help herself. You slipped two fingers into her hole and immediately started curling them to hit that one spot that made her legs shake and her hips buck up into your hand. The second she got close to cumming again you'd pull your hand completely away causing her to get more and more oversensitive. By the end of the first hour of you constantly teasing her she was a whining blabbering mess begging for you to let her cum, her skin slightly shining with a thin layer of sweat as her hair stuck to her forehead.
“Please, need to cum so bad, please baby, I'm sorry for being a dick and avoiding you the last few days just please let me cum.”
You sat there to think about it , humming softly just to make a point of it. You knew you were being petty about this, she had apologised multiple times for being an ass to you, but at the same time you did get a weird sadistic enjoyment at watching her squirm and whine because she needed you so bad.
“Fine, I'll let you cum. hold your legs up for me. That's it, good girl.”
Vi held her very shaky legs up against her chest as you leaned down and began to lick long strokes from her needy hole, to her clit before sucking on the little bundle of nerves between your lips. Vi was gasping, her short nails digging into the flesh of her thighs as you ate her out like there was no tomorrow. You moved your fingers to run up against her hole and immediately pushed in your ring and middle finger, giving her little time to adjust to the penetration.
“Oh fuck! Baby ‘m close, so close. Please dont stop please, need to cum so fucking bad.
You hummed against her clit as you moved your fingers faster which soon pushed her over the edge, she came hard, her legs tensing as her back arched off the bed.
she eventually came down but almost immediately flipped you over and started to kiss down your chest and groped your ass before forcing your legs open for her to slot between them.
“You were so mean, teasing me like that.”
Vi spent a good hour and a half teasing you just as bad as you teased her, not letting you cum once until she finally, after what felt like an eternity let you cum against her mouth.
most of the night was spent with you two taking terns on fucking each other completely sensless until the pair of you were curled up against each other, completely sex drunk as the pair of you came down from your high.
“I definitely need to piss you off more often, that was so good.”
You hummed against her chest as you snuggled up against her chest, slowly running your nails along her abs, mapping out the muscles and scars that littered her skin, smirking when you felt her muscles tense under your hands before relaxing once again. In the end you both ended up falling asleep in each other's arms, which was actually the first time that you two had slept together, usually either you or Vi would leave the apartment before even falling asleep. Neither of you wanted to admit it but there were definitely feelings there, feelings that you both tried to ignore.
By the next morning Vi woke up and went to reach for you only to feel the cold pillows next to her, she looked around the room before groaning and laying back in bed, knowing you had left without a word. For a while she just laid there, staring at the wall, thinking about the night before, she eventually got up and went on with her day.
a/n- just something that was in my mind and i thought id write a little Drabble :) this is in modern time as well.
please feel free to reblog!!!!
divider by @cursed-carmine
“I look like a fucking fairy.” Those were the first words to come out of Sam Monroe’s mouth. You had begged for weeks to do sam’s makeup. he had one condition,
“Just don’t make me look gay.” So what would any girlfriend do? The opposite.
You used pinks and powder blues and all the pastels and glitters you could. “I think you look cute”. You said in a small giggle. “Cute?! I look like im about to get fucked in the ass!”
“So you don’t like it..?” You asked in a fake pout. you always did this. and he always fell for it. “N-No babe, I like-… i-it’s, its, something… uh, yeah..”. he groaned.
“Can i take a picture?” You asked with puppy dog eyes. “Fuck no.” He crossed his arms. “How about a kiss?” You ask with a smile.
“Fine i guess..” He said in a bored tone but he was dying to get his lips on you. You went in and kissed him, his lips soft but sticky with your lip gloss on them.
As you pulled away and his eyes were still closed.. you took the picture. “Y/N!! what the hell!?” He groaned. “Sorry not sorry Sammy.” you giggled.
“I swear to god, if that picture ends up online somewhere…” Sam ran his hands through his black hair.
“Stop being such a big baby. It’s for my eyes only.” You reassured him. Then you got and idea.
“Ooh!! What if I put you in a dress?!” You beamed.
“No fucking way. Nope. Not gonna happen.” He insisted. It happened anyway.
“Say cheese Sammy!” You cooed as Sam stood in the middle of your room with one of your pink sundresses on.
“No.” He stood there with a scowl as you took his picture.
“Thank you for letting me give you a makeover. you’re the best boyfriend ever.” You smiled as you kissed his cheek.
“yeah yeah.. but, please don’t put that picture anywhere. I’ll be called a fag for the rest of my life.” He whined.
“i won’t post it anywhere.” You said with a small smile.
dropping all my fanfics here in case anyone is interested in reading! (will be tagged accordingly for nsfw or sensitive topics)
vanish into you (UNFINISHED!)
— 16.2k* words, 4/11 chapters released
— rating: m [mature]
— WARNINGS: graphic depiction of violence, major character death, heavy suicide references
(i do tend to describe gore pretty detailed, and since this is canon-compliant, there is a bit of that.)
vanish into you is a chapterfic following sangwoo's death and revival as a ghost. he's stuck in the place he died, psychologically tortured by other ghosts around him. he uses repression and denial to cope with this. but (among many other contributing forces), gihun returns to the games, and sangwoo is forced to handle his feelings and past actions—all while trying to keep gihun safe.
[or—the s1 characters watch gihun as he plays in the s2 games.]
from your dear hyung
— 13.2k words
— rating: m [mature]
— WARNINGS: heavy suicide references, major character death
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— 2.5k words
— rating: m [mature]
— WARNINGS: n/a
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la vitrine
— 4.2k words
— rating: e [explicit]
— WARNINGS: NSFW (smutfic)
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— 3.2k words
— rating: t [teen]
— WARNINGS: underage smoking
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if the stars align...
— 7.3k words
— rating: g [general]
— WARNINGS: n/a
this fic is from an oc's pov! she's sangwoo's 'girlfriend' thanks to a shit ton of good old '90s peer pressure. she tries very hard to get him to like her, but she can tell he's just not into her!
eventually, she realizes where sangwoo's priorities really lie—his best friend—and she makes a plan to set them up.
eden's bleeding
— 6.0k words
— rating: m [mature]
— WARNINGS: major character death
an au where sangwoo pairs up for gihun in marbles. this fic is written in the second person!
humans are not angels (but we are)
— 2.5k words
— rating: t [teen]
— WARNINGS: major character death
SQUID GAME SEASON 3 SPOILERS! gihun dies, and gets reunited with sangwoo in the afterlife. there, they embrace and gihun cries on sangwoo's shoulders, heaving out the bearings of no tomorrow.
make love to me (and make it burn)
— 3.8k words
— rating: e [explicit]
— WARNINGS: NSFW (smutfic)
sangwoo is kept awake by his own twisted desires and decides to take matters into his own hands. he masturbates to the thought of gihun fucking him—and then feels extremely guilty afterwards.
a bottom sangwoo pwp with lots and lots of angst and introspection.
AND MANY MORE TO COME!
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Chapters: 1/?
Fandom: 逆転裁判 | Gyakuten Saiban | Ace Attorney
Rating: General Audiences
Warnings: Creator Chose Not To Use Archive Warnings
Relationships: Mitsurugi Reiji | Miles Edgeworth/Naruhodou Ryuuichi | Phoenix Wright, Mitsurugi Reiji | Miles Edgeworth & Pess
Characters: Mitsurugi Reiji | Miles Edgeworth, Pess (Gyakuten Saiban)
Additional Tags: Knitting, Autistic Miles Edgeworth, Service Dog Pess (Gyakuten Saiban), The goodest girl, Miles Edgeworth Gets Therapy, Post-Gyakuten Saiban 3 | Trials & Tribulations, Tags will be added as we go, Established Miles Edgeworth/Phoenix Wright, Trans Miles Edgeworth
Summary:
What started as a suggestion from Miles's therapist to pick up a hobby slowly turns into something greater. He gains friends, strengthens bonds, and learns about the joys of creating something yourself.
This is a story about Miles Edgeworth learning how to knit.
#the amazing digital circus
#coquette
#interview with the vampire
#heated rivalry
#photography
#queer
