#vec fic

[vecnuthy]

🔀 for steddie please 💕💕💕

Janai 🖤🖤 I can't even believe this, omg. HOW is this one so perfect for angsty, pining Eddie?

Picture it: Eddie being down bad for Steve for several years after getting a little taste of the life he could've had if a few things had just worked out in his favor for once in his life, but no. Steve broke things off because he wanted to experience "normal" and carve out that apple pie life he'd always been told to strive for. Steve even tried to make it work with Nancy one more time, which was the last thing Eddie managed to hear about him before he said his goodbyes to Wayne and just headed....away, searching for somewhere accepting, because he was never one to dim his light for anything or anybody. He settled in Seattle and wrote songs for the crackling grunge scene and did some music production too for the hell of it.

But the music scene made it so much easier to for him to have steady access to substances, and he just didn't take care of himself. He still didn't instanced why he wasn't good enough for Steve. He spends his time chasing release and acceptance, whether that be through drink, drugs, sex, music, whatever, thinking that Steve was three kids in with Nancy at this point, while the only thing he'd ever have to show for his life would be whatever music managed to stick around after the decade moved on. As if anybody would pay attention to a producer or a lyricist.

But what he didn't know is that Steve never had the life he told Eddie he was searching for because the closest he could have ever have to it shrank into a black dot on the road out of Hawkins in 1987 when Eddie left in his van and headed West.

So, after a year of trying — really fucking trying — Steve wondered why there was so much effort going into this Rockwell painting of a life he was chasing when it hadn't been like that with Eddie. And then Steve found out Eddie went West? That's where Steve went without having a clue where Eddie landed, without knowing if he even landed anywhere.

Steve started out in San Francisco. The two of them were ships in the night in LA once or twice when Eddie came down for business, but then Steve catches something — "The Bard," an updated version of the little Hellfire logo, something — that points in Eddie's direction, and he's off, chasing it like a hound on a blood trail.

It takes him to Seattle.

Their paths finally cross months later, 100 miles away from the city under clouds and the crisp drizzly spring air to the audience of an entire ocean.

Steve can't believe what he's seeing. Thinks he's hallucinating.

Eddie knows he is.

#🥺❤️‍🩹 #there's a happy ending eventually #ask game #this was so much fun??? THANK YOU JANAI 🖤🖤 #steddie drabble #steddie #steddie angst #vec fic

[milkteamoon]

Fandom: Victoria’s Electric Coffin Rating: Teen And Up Audiences Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply

Here’s how the whole thing starts. David Douglas is alive, and then he’s not, and then Eins is somewhere in the weird gray space between alive and not-alive where the line between normal living human and oblivion has been altered by an incalculable percent, shredded, and then tossed in the air like the world’s saddest birthday confetti.

After life comes death and after death comes an adjustment period.

#vec tag on here is. empty. but I am still throwing this in there #victoria's electric coffin #vec #victoria no denki hitsugi #my writing #vec fic

[mallowpumpkin]

Prompt: holding hands in a stressful situation

Eins & Victoria, fluff

#vec #victoria's electric coffin #victoria no denki hitsugi #eins #victoria frankenstein #fluff #prompt fic

[hisui555]

Art for A Rhyme && Reason to being ωhole (on AO3) for this year's TWEWY Bang (@subasekabang), written by oddvector and Darkblaw, illustrated by TheLightsRefrain and, well, yours truly.

A big thanks to Vec, Dark and Light for inviting me to participate in this year's Bang, it's the first time I've had the honor of taking part in this event, along a wonderful team. Huge thanks for the support and the friendship thorough, you guys are awesome. As for you future reader and watcher, I hope you'll enjoy the story, and the art that goes along with it. Have a nice read ^^ 

While no trigger tags apply to these pictures, the fic might have different tags, be sure to look them up.

The story and its component belong to my friends oddvector and Darkblaw, as well as the two OC Noise featured within (Thumper the Joey Boomer Noise and Thylacinus Cantus). The original work of The World Ends With You franchise belongs to Square Enix.

#TWEWYBang2023 #rhyme twewy #rindo twewy #rindo kanade #raimu bito #OC character (Thumper) #OC Noise (Thylacinus Cantus) #neo twewy #neo the world ends with you #HisuiOnyx art #Shibuya (TWEWY)

[cheeseandstrawberrytartlover]

WIP Whenever

Thank you @disa-point for tagging meee

I'm tagging (but you are not forced to take part ofc) @hassildor, @thalwhore, @libartz, @drowsy-fantasy, @cyberneticsanguinaire, @babyblueetbaemonster, @stormbeyondreality and @lazyroseart

Working on the Meridia redraw that had it coming

And A Mini Mini excerpt of my sheo vec fic I'm also working on like a maniac

#wip whenever #sheo's rambles #tag game

[starrystevie]

i was tagged by the following wonderful buddies to fill up steddie jars: @thefreakandthehair @vecnuthy @scoops-stevie @sidekick-hero !

did i fill these up too much? probably. but after reading fic for 20+ years, i've read at least one of these kinds of fics and enjoyed it. all time favs have stars! find the kinks version under the read more. blank copies are here

i actively love SO many of these tropes and aus so not filling them all to the top was hard. nothing on any of these lists are a hard no for me so take this as more of a 'what does bee actual search for in ao3 tags' list rather than 'what does bee only read with no exceptions' list.

i'm insanely late to this game so i'm sure some of you have already been tagged. if you have, i'm taking a page out of vec's book to say go drink some water: @fairysteve @riality-check @yournowheregirl @buckleydiaz @sharpbutsoft @judasofsuburbia

if you haven't been tagged and would like to be, consider this me tagging you! <3

me looking up what the actual fuck dacryphilia is every time i see the word because for some reason my brain can never remember what it means

(tbh i'll read a lot of smut that has these lower filled things in it and be totally chill or sometimes really into it but i wouldn't go so far as to say i search them out)

#steddie #tag meme #listen i'll read anything once even ********** #thanks for the tags everyone ily muah

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#posts of babel

[asb-fan]

💜Day 7: AU💚

#vecpioweek #vecpio #espio the chameleon #vector the crocodile #AU #angel devil AU #ad au #devil esp #my original (phone) doode had angel esp and vec but of course i ended up drawing a different one with devil 😭 #maybe I'll draw that angel one later on xD....mmaaaybbeeee #also its not vec saying the DON'T #qwq i need to check out all the entries on Tumblr once i finished day 5 #and all the fics ppl wrote #ahhhh so many joined this year im really really happy about that TTwTT)9 ♥️

[soft-glitch]

Where the breeze leads us

Chapter 4: Legacy

Word count: about 1100 words

Author’s notes: this is a series of tiny one-shots taking place in the Sonic future AU described in my fic How You Look In The Wind.  You might want to read a bit of it first! There might not be a strict chronology to these events, so some of them are up to interpretation. Enjoy the read!

- - - - -

It really was amazing in its own way, Espio thought. Despite being one of the most famous investigation agencies on Mobius, the Chaotix were permanently on the verge of being broke.

Granted, it wasn’t that bad. They lived in a nice house with everything they needed, and never really had to cut budget on food or basic necessities. But most mobians expected the team to be extremely successful and loaded with money.

First, every other case was offered at an absurdly low rate. The crocodile simply couldn’t resist to the idea of helping people, no matter the size of their bank account.

Second, the Chaotix had become a well know name among charities. There had always been a widespread need for relief on Mobius, due to the destruction caused by Ivo Robotnik and his clique. Fortunately most mobians were generous and valued solidarity, but the agency always found many fundraisers to participate in.

Espio didn’t mind for the most part. But this was a special occasion, for Chaos’ sake.

“Aren’t we supposed to have like, savings?” Charmy asked cautiously, looking up from the plants he was watering. “Yes, but the key words here are supposed to.” the chameleon replied with a glare towards Vector. “Why I still let you handle the budget is beyond my understanding. – C’m’on, it’s usually not bad!” the large mobian said. “I just forgot ya needed this much for today.”

Espio sighed and closed the laptop. The costume was already being made, so there was no choice but to pay one way or another. If the tailor could accept to delay the payment by a month, it would be feasible, but…

“Why don’t you borrow from someone?” the bee offered. “I’m pretty sure Amy or Rouge would understand, and they’re— – Absolutely not. – You’re dumb.” Charmy shrugged. “They’re friends, they would be happy to help with this and you know it. It’s a once-in-a-lifetime situation.”

With a pained expression, the purple reptile got up and rubbed his temples, not sharing a word for a whole minute. Vector eyed Charmy, slightly perplexed.

“Alright. Yes. I guess you’re right.” Espio then turned towards his associate. ”Vec, I expect you to handle our finances better next month. It’s one thing to have a debt with the tailor, it’s another to fail to honour one with a friend.”

Vector nodded almost ashamedly as the chameleon grabbed his phone and went outside.

- - - - -

A surprising amount of people was gathered at the ceremony. Espio had expected most of them to show up, like Sonic and Tails, who were among Knuckles’ oldest friends. Some others were… an interesting surprise. Everyone knew Scourge was in some kind of rehabilitation retreat with Mighty and followed him everywhere, but to see him attend this important event felt odd to say the least.

As he was observing the armadillo and his green apprentice, a not-so-discreet gesture of affection made the Espio raise a brow.

Huh. So these two are… Shaking his head, the chameleon tried to focus. The sun was just about to set, and he had an important role to play.

The chatter from the small crowd circling the altar faded as the daylight shifted to coral and fiery rose. A dingo and a jaguar started playing instruments, a grave yet somehow uplifting melody slowly filling the air. All stares focused on the Emerald altar, on which two figures took place.

One was Knuckles, wearing a gold and white robe intricately decorated with a snake motif. The current guardian, with his solemn pose and ceremonial outfit, almost seemed like another person altogether. His expression, showing an unreadable seriousness to most, was in fact tinted by pride and emotion.

Espio tried —and failed— to avoid glancing too much at the echidna. The sunset light worked together with the elegant flowing costume, highlighting his fiery red spikes in a way that left the chameleon slightly dazzled.

The second person was a young wombat, her face slightly hidden by a humble cloak. Her stare was one Espio had seen many times from Cream or Charmy: slightly intimidated yet resolute. Eyes blessed with the spark of youthful optimism and the willpower needed to change the world for the better.

The chameleon smiled as the music stopped. Knuckles’ successor was fit for the task.

“The sun descends and stars appear in our skies, as old as the stones our feet step on. They remember this world and so do we.” the red echidna started. “Tonight our hearts are bright and will sing a new song, so that the Chaos may listen and make our will known.”

Espio exchanged the slightest look with his partner, a glimpse of a supporting smile escaping onto his lips. Knuckles nodded imperceptibly before continuing his speech.

The ceremony was solemn, and the crowd attending it kept silent all along. It was, after all, the beginning of an end. Everyone witnessing it was acknowledging the approaching end of the echidna clan, its last member having decided to pass his knowledge to an apprentice.

Time came for the last part of the ritual, and Espio stepped closer. He knelt in front of the young wombat, who bowed down respectfully. “We are now into the night of your duties, Helik the Wombat.” Knuckles said, his voice now trembling slightly with emotion he was unable to hide. “Find knowledge and wisdom as the stars travel along you, so you may emerge from the horizon with newfound brilliance.”

He then turned towards his purple friend. “If I ever fail our duties, or if fate separates us, I entrust my power to Espio the Chameleon. He is now a beacon in the dark, one you shall seek in the hardest of times and trust whenever you feel lost.”

Uncovering a chaos emerald from his outfit, the echidna set it on a small stone pedestal between them. Helik, Espio and Knuckles all placed a hand on it and closed their eyes.

For a few seconds they remained silent. Then, as the Master Emerald behind them started to glow more and more, they chanted together: “The servers are the 7 Chaos. Chaos is power... Power enriched by the heart. The controllers are the ones that unify the Chaos.”

A gentle wave of energy came out of the emerald beneath their hands, echoing one from the Master Emerald. Everyone present felt their hearts filled with courage and hope, dreams of a distant past and longing for a bright future.

Helik would be the next Guardian.

With a relieved sigh, Espio looked at the crowd cheering for the trio and smiled. Knuckles’ hand was warm against his own.

#sonic the hedgehog #sth #espio the chameleon #vector the crocodile #charmy bee #knuckles the echidna #mightourge #knuxpio #fanfic

[vecnuthy]

🔀 for Steddie!

Yeees!! This is one of my favorite songs of all time.

Steve was going to get the lecture of a lifetime after this scavenger hunt, because, 1) it was eating away at his gas and he'd have to fill up soon, B) it was a lot of work, and Green) every second he spent doing this was time spent away from Steve. But Steve had said that if Eddie did it within three hours, there would be another surprise. The clock was ticking. And Eddie was sweating.

The directions said "No help," which Eddie was seriously considering ignoring. He'd been at this scavenger hunt all evening. The damn moon was out! But the "NO!!! HELP!!!" triple underlined in block letters and star stickers pretty much meant that Steve was serious. Especially with the "I'm SO serious!!" underneath it.

Eddie wondered if Steve had slammed an espresso at his café when he wrote these, because they seemed caffeine-fueled. The paper kind of smelled like coffee too — god, focus, Eddie.

The whole thing was pretty cute, though. Actually, Eddie really fucking loved it. Steve had chosen places of significance to their relationship, walking Eddie down a path of memories that Steve treasured, but staring at the envelope taped to the scantily-clad mannequin in the window, he couldn't help but be dramatic and sigh, thinking, I'm never going to see him again. It's been hours. (It had been an hour and a half) Does he just want me gone? Is this a wild goose chase? Geese are so mean, especially that one that bit me at—

"Are you Eddie?"

Eddie jumped a foot, clutching his chest as he whipped around to see a person halfway out the shop's door, who rushed out a tinkling apology at his shock.

"I am, and I think that's mine," he said through pufffs of air, pointing at the envelope as his heart rate tried to level back out.

"It sure is," they said warmly. A little too warmly. Why were they smirking?

The envelope read:

I can practically feel you being over this by now, so retrieve the armor and get ready to storm the castle, because your quest is almost over. Ask the clerk for the battle gear. Then come storm it already.

S ❤️‍🔥

An actual flaming heart. Steve was so cute, had put SO much effort into this, and all Eddie wanted to do was finally be reunited with this dork and tell him everything he thought about it.

"Looks like I need one battle gear, please."

The clerk's eyebrows shot up, amused, but they said nothing else as they walked around Eddie and started removing the mixture of mesh and leather from the mannequin. Until:

"So put this on first, because it attaches to the...." the clerk explained the order to put the contraption on, the absolutely stunning mess of straps with mesh accents, and Eddie was just stuck in brain-melting mode, knowing in his soul he wouldn't remember any of that, but then it hit it that Steve was going to be wearing it.

His whole body lit up like a match.

"One battle gear, already paid for," they handed the bag over, adding, "And instructions are in the bag." Thank god.

Eddie squeaked out a thank you, took the bag, and headed to the castle, aka, their apartment in an oddly ornate building in the most queer-safe part of Indianapolis. He marveled at the way he hit nothing but green lights the whole way home.

Eddie burst through the door, yelling for Steve, who came into view in a plain white tshirt and baggy jeans, his wire rimmed glasses catching the light, hair looking big and swoopy and soft.

Looking divine.

"Hey, Strider, did you have fun? It wasn't too much, was it?" Steve asked, moving in to give him a kiss, but Eddie more than met him halfway and basically slammed into him, pushing Steve's glasses into his hair (with a finesse that honestly surprised him) so he could give a bruising kiss as he pinned Steve to the wall.

"Fucking marry me," he growled into Steve's ear.

"What?"

"Marry. Me." He bit down on Steve's neck then got very confused when Steve pushed him away with a breathy "No."

"No?"

"No, you beat me to it, you jerk. Just gimme a second." And then they were kissing again, or as much as they could through smiles, then Steve informed him his eyes glittering with mischief, "The surprise was going to be me asking you, but— "

"What if I hadn't made it?" Eddie squawked.

"I had every faith in you," he sealed it with a kiss to the tip of Eddie's nose. "You got your battle gear?"

Eddie pointed to the forgotten bag on the floor.

"Wait, my battle gear?"

Steve nodded, biting his lip and doing a horrible job of holding back a smile.

"I've got mine on already."

And Eddie could see it now, the black under the thin white shirt. Could feel it as his fingertips traced the design, felt the varied texture of lace.

"We've gotta get you in yours, now, big boy."

Eddie, soon to be engaged to one Steve Harrington, was in for quite the night.

#steve dressing eddie in a body harness and lingerie?? while in some himself but it's just under regular degular clothes?? 😵‍💫 #anyway the song is full of pining and yearning about a significant other that may no longer be theirs but. i couldn't do that to these. #so scavenger hunt that was supposed to build to steve popping the question but eddie being feral over his bf derails that #steddie #steddie drabble #steddie ficlet #proposal mid body worship is what's in store for eddie btw #thank you for sending one in!! 🖤🖤 #vec fic #fics #fic

[milkteamoon]

17, 28 and 30 for the writer asks 👁

Indigo!! ���💜

17. Your favorite character to write this year?

I think the obv answer is Jon Magnusarchives but I also really liked writing Eins for the one vec fic I did! He's just a little guy......

28. Favorite work you wrote this year?

This is probably a tie between own personal hell and no sort of name! I was pleasantly surprised with how those turned out and even more so with the love they both got!

30. Biggest surprise while writing this year?

Writing as much as I did?! Honestly the year started off suuuper slow for writing, so getting a sudden burst of creativity over the summer was really nice! I'm hoping it continues to carry over into the next year >:)

ao3 wrapped ask game!

#thank you indigo I'm blowing you a kiss 😚 #ask #indigosienna #fic stuff

[mallowpumpkin]

#vec #victoria's electric coffin #victoria no denki hitsugi #aiviku #eins #victoria frankenstein #fluff #au #domestic #prompt fic

[drunkin-kong-donic]

Day 7 of VECPIO WEEK - AU

This specifically was a scene from mormarninja1′s vecpio week fanfic because her fic surrounded her adorable domestic AU where Vec and Espio are husbands and have been married for over 10 years and it is THE BEST. You can find it here, https://archiveofourown.org/works/23734978/chapters/56998591 (first couple chapters are context for her AU)  and she was kind enough to do a Riot Boys oneshot for HER au prompt! It’s such a good read! 

#art #vecpio #vespio #vector the crocodile #vector #espio the chameleon #espio #bar #fic #fanart #chaotix #team chaotix #sth #sonic #vecpioweek #nightlife #au #alternate universe

[iamanonniemouse]

1 and 25 for the writer asks :D

ROOMIE DROPPING AN ASK IN MY INBOX OMG :heart_eyes:

1. Tell us about your current project(s)  – what’s it about, how’s progress, what do you love most about it?

OHMYGOD YOU DONT START SMALL HUH?????

Okay uhhhhhhh so if we think about current projects in terms of things I am actively writing right now as opposed to ... you know, gazing soulfully at then ignoring???

NaNoWriMo2020 - bb’s on its fourth rewrite but we’re almost at 50k with all those start-overs so YAY WORDS. My main character Marcus is still a dumbass, but we love him anyway. Cassidy and Laura totally steal the show anyway. Marcus who??? 

A/S/E/Painter - the third installment to my gently smutty series with @stormofsharpthings. I sent her a doc with notes the other day as a tease despite the fact we both have other things we should be working on

Secret Saito 2020 - SSHHHHH ITS A SECRET

Inception/TOG Crossover - Probably next on my list in terms of what I want to actively chip away at. Arthur has met the old guard, and they’re about to talk. I have this image of a scene in my head where, once Arthur and Eames find out about the whole “healing” thing, they’re like, well OBVIOUSLY we need to test it, do you want to shoot me first, or vice versa? And they like, figure it out (“I think it’s your turn, darling”) and Arthur shoots Eames point blank in the head without blinking, and Eames just, you know, falls. And there’s silence and then Joe goes, “I like them a lot.” And obviously the minute Eames wakes up arthur goes, wow you need to see that, shoot me, okay???

Inception/The Man from U.N.C.L.E. Crossover - I kinda squeed at @deinvatiwrites after seeing a comment she’d written about this idea, and she confessed that she had started a fic already and asked if I wanted to join in, so this will happen eventually. REALLY.

LOOK THERE ARE OTHERS IM IGNORING BUT IT’S FINE EVERYTHINGS FINE

I did brainstorm a fic with you, vec, of Inej buying Kaz canes every time she leaves and Kaz slowly gets this collection of amazing, gorgeous canes and I still would love to write that but also you know me, so no promises XD

25. What part of writing is the most fun?

Hmmmmmmm the dialogue??? like, letting the characters just run wild on the page and seeing where they end up. more than half of the stuff I write is not pre-planned, I am a total pantser through and through, so it’s always fun to see what these idiots in my head come up with XD

For example, in Skins to Shed, I hadn’t planned out that entire reveal and stuff throughout the story trying not to do spoilers like eames just kept cONFESSING MORE SECRETS and i was like DAMN MY DUDE, THAT’S MORE THAN A FEW

#omg i get asks now #mousie rambles #my writing

[worldsendgirlfriend]

i’m flipping my shit on twitter rn because APPARENTLY there’s no ship name for naschie shark/vec/yuma. what the fuck this is a goldmine how is there only ONE fic!!!!!!!!!! i know what i’m writing tonight

[trickstermelon]

Have you done Durbe yet? You had to know I'd ask.

its only monday mr mom. Im gonna try to keep this one shorter than Sharks

Why I like them/why I don’t: He’s so fucking dumb-- no but really i just love what a like, honestly loving character he is? Like he’s genuinely uplifting and caring towards his family and he puts aside a lot of his problems to make sure they’re still confident in themselves and doing the best they can. Thats just scratching the surface--while I’ll be the first to admit canon didn’t give him enough time to develop as like, an arguably key role as Nasch’s right hand man and temp leader-- they also gave just enough evidence to find an incredibly morally grey and interesting fallen angel 

What I like about their appearance: Butt Diamonds. Also just how huge his eyes are he looks too innocent and nonchalant to be a murderer

Do I prefer their dub names or original names? Dumon is easier for me to say out loud without it sounding like im talking about horse races (also it sounds like demon which is ironic)  but I never use it when typing. Its fun to roll the R

OTP: T to the O to the M to the O to the S

NOTP: Durbe is my bicycle for this fandom whoops I’m p sure I could find a way to ship him with just about any character 

OT3: I covered a lot of them in Sharks response, but theres one super compelling fic for Dubre/Mizael/Vec that i reread like once a month 

Favourite card they use: i NEED TO COMPLETE HIS DECK!!!!!!!!! I LOVE THE THEMES!!!! Archfiend Seraph is my fave symbolically out of the deck (Also since Durbe is so shitty at dueling with cards I have a hc that he just..... carries around a blade and offers to knife fight instead. Blood he can do. Card games. Nah) 

Favourite moment they were in: Can i say all of them?? All of them. Every time hes on screen im either sighing with exasperation or trying to keep my heart from ripping in two. I think the moment when he was forcing Nasch to remember who he was was a really fucking good show of how like.... cruel he can be even to Shark who he has ached and longed to see for possibly centuries-- but he felt he had to be harsh to do what was best for the multitude rather than himself. Like a dick

Also his death scene.... his death scene............. god

Least favourite moment: None hes too cute

Would I fuck, marry or kill them: ;)))) no but he would make a great spouse 

#durbe #dumon #zexal #barians #this one was a lil rushed cause i have dnd in literally 1 minute #ill respond to others tomorrow #thank you!! #rosey-bella