#vesseek

My piece (that i totally forgot to post) for the RQG 10 year anniversary zine i helped curate last year!

Many people who know me will tell you that I am obsessively organised. I write my smut with a spreadsheet. On that note, here's an index for all the fills I'll be posting this month. I'll try and remember to post chapters by the day but I can't guarantee I'll remember:

All fills will be completed with a combination of one to three of:

Grizzop, Sasha, Vesseek, Wilde and Zolf

All possible pairs are accounted for, as are all threesomes, with each individual having a moment to themself.

Haven't done much fanart this year, but I WAS able to do RQBB again! And I got to draw so much Grizzop and gobbos for @emwoman25's wonderful "Weapons Drawn". I'll reblog with the link to the fic in a moment! And you HAVE to read it to find out why Hamid is a baby.

This is part of @pilesofnonsense 2023 Rusty Quill Big Bang and as always it's been an absolutely joy participating.

Image IDs under the cut!

Anything for you <3<3

31. A kiss… after a small rejection.

They’ve been staying with Oscar in London for a couple of weeks now. The clutch are making their way across Europe to help with rebuilding where they can, and Vesseek could go join them but…

There’s safety in the familiarity here. Oscar knew Grizzop. He’s one of the few left now that did. That connection means something.

(It means they end up in his bed more often than not.)

Vesseek walks through the halls of his flat (suspiciously wide) and into his kitchen (with strangely low counters) and feela the weight of a presence on their shoulders that they don’t understand. It’s not Grizzop, they know what Grizzop feels like.

It’s different. It’s heavy.

And it’s not just them that it’s weighing down.

They fix themself a meal and put some leftovers in the icebox for if Oscar decides to eat today (they tried to feed him once and he looked at them like they’d punched him, so they’ve not actively tried since). It’s probably a good day to get out of the house and find somewhere to help - Azu offered a role for them at the temple that sounded nice enough.

But... they should stop by Oscar’s office before they go anywhere. He’s not slept. Maybe they can tempt him to bed for another reason and leave once he passes out…

“Ah, Vesseek.”

Oscar's adept at pretending. Grizzop had told them as much in one of the few letters he sent back before everything went so very very wrong. But they’re starting to learn how to see beneath the mask.

“Oscar. You busy?”

He smiles, rests his chin on his upturned palm. “I am. Always.”

“Don’t suppose I can tempt you away?”

It’s the eyes. The face? That doesn’t change. But Oscar’s eyes, they reflect his entire soul, now. Vesseek wonders if he knows. They won’t tell him. They suspect whatever (whoever) caused that to happen wouldn’t be happy if they came back and found it undone.

“I, uh…”

They watch as he takes a letter from on top of his pile of work and folds it, swiftly tucking it into a torn-open envelope. 

“I don’t think so.” He says, as soft as anything. “Not today.”

They move across to him, skirting around his big desk and standing at his side. Without speaking, they put their hand on his and squeeze. 

“I’m—.”

“It’s okay.” They say. “Honestly,  don’t mind. Plenty to do.”

They submit to him raking his attention over their face, trying to tell if they’re lying to him. Apparently satisfied, he nods and then leans down, Vesseek smiling and lifting their chin.

The kiss is sweet, so they nip at his lip when he pulls back. It works - Oscar chuckles, a warm sound that makes them feel a little better about walking out of the front door and leaving him to his problems. 

“I’ll see you later, though?”

do you want fries with that