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Hi Marti! I think I've got a doozy for ya, hope your up for it. How do you think The Company of Thorin Oakenshield would go about trying to set two folks up, like romantically? What's everyone's like technique I guess- who's more straightforward with introducing people to eachother, who's a background guy like manipulating things so the two potential lovebirds end up sharing space at a public event, who's talking up the other person when they aren't around, who's explicitly like 'you and this person would make a cute pair.' and. and and and- most importantly- how does this change if this involves their brothers/relations? I'm grinning so damn hard rn, I believe in you!

I'm absolutely obsessed with this ok??? YES 🅱️LS (also, portraying this like it’s you & another company member hehe)

Warnings: a suggestive joke or two

How Thorin’s Company Would Set You Up With Someone

Balin

✧ Sensible, subtle, simple. His approach will be more along the lines of getting you and his target to spend more time together.

✧ He’ll ask you both to go complete a task like gathering firewood together.

✧ As you two (even if forcibly) are spending more time together, he might start bringing them up more, daring to ask a question about that.

✧ One tell he has is the proud, sly little smile that can sometimes be seen upon his face as you two interact.

✧ When you two actually get together, he makes his grand reveal, smugly telling you both he’s been around long enough to be able to tell when two are right for each other.

Dwalin

✧ Has no clue what he’s doing, frankly, and likely is only doing it because his brother or someone else roped him into it.

✧ Or else he has a really strong protective instinct toward you, the other company member, or both. Then it becomes a matter of greater urgency, more based upon the concept of making sure you are with someone he trusts. Simply put, no one else will do.

✧ Rather than wax poetic, Dwalin prefers putting you in situations that display his target’s skills and worth. If they’re a fighter, he’ll send them in to save you, for example.

✧ Very subtle with the stereotypical ‘wingman’ comments, but they're there. “Looks like you got rescued today, eh?” "You know, if there's anyone I trust for help with that, why it would have to be..."

✧ His eyebrows raise when you actually announce this very soul to the company as your one, but he's the first to clap hands to your shoulders and bring up a shout of celebration.

Thorin

✧ By far the most awkward about it- he can barely process his own feelings, let alone others’.

✧ “I- I just want you to be happy.” Hopes you know what he means by that, but it’s a coin toss honestly.

✧ Relents and assigns you two joint tasks like unsaddling the ponies or gathering firewood, hoping that’s enough to help draw you closer.

✧ If one of you expresses any sort of heavy emotion, he actually does a really good job relating it to the other’s experience and directing you that way, prompting a heart-to-heart.

✧ Smiles widely and pulls you both lightly into his arms at the news, taking it as a sign of continuation and prosperity to come.

Oin

✧ Surprisingly one of the more discreet ones.

✧ Makes a lot of conversation as he patches you up anyway, so teasing questions about who amongst them you fancy most just seem to come with the job.

✧ Little do you know that the moment you spill, Oin turns around and starts teasing the other party about what a catch you are. What? He’s getting older, let him have his fun.

✧ He makes you his nursemaid of sorts to help the next time they get hurt. If you take great issue at such sights he’ll just ask you to keep them company upon being patched up.

✧ “I said it would be a match, and a match it is!” He calls out, fists pumped into the air at your revelation.

Gloin

✧ Physically shoves you in the direction of his intended target under the guise of merriment. Not hard, just enough to get them to turn and look at you and see the moment's right.

✧ Comes up with team games so you two can be on a team against him and whichever friend or brother he's roped in that time.

✧ Finding out if your feelings are true is in the interest of his betting pool, so Gloin is not above asking you the occasional alluding question, usually a small one like what your type is.

✧ The first to laugh heartily and slap you on the back if you display any sort of flirting behaviors!

✧ Shouts with wild abandon when you come out with it, racking up all his sacks of coins with glee before he grabs you two and gives you an affectionate, proud shake!

Bifur

✧ Silent observers are some of the most deeply perceptive individuals.

✧ Thus, whoever’s end it’s on, Bifur can see feelings blossoming, his head bobbing back and forth between you two with interest at nearly every interaction.

✧ Eagerly employs some rather…unorthodox… methods of seeing you set up. “I can steal his socks and give them to you so you can be the hero who finds them!”

✧ Begins telling both you and his intended match heavily exaggerated stories of each other’s great feats, completely unaware of the separate conversations about them you’ll then have.

✧ Grabs your hands and joins them when he hears the news, nodding and clapping proudly!

Bofur

✧ Can be obvious about it, but still one of the most natural.

✧ Throws an arm around you both, all but dragging you over to the fire to sing and dance with him…and more importantly each other!

✧ He’s often off doing the laundry, so he oh-so-innocently spills something one day and asks his target to surrender their shirt…right in your full view, of course!

✧ Pulls you into more jokes with whoever fancied, teasing them and then calling you out by name to join in: “Isn’t that right?” He winks at you the moment you look at him, the scoundrel!

✧ “See, didn’t I tell ya it was meant to be? Nothing but blessings from me, you two.”

Bombur

✧ Finds himself smiling and clasping his hands whenever you two interact. Maybe he can help it along...

✧ Excuse king. “Say, could you go fetch ‘im for me? …Why? Oh, because I borrowed something the other night.” “Can you sit there? It’s just I’m a bit warm, so I’d like to be further away from the fire if you please.”

✧ Being married himself, he understands some of the best how a good relationship starts, i.e. with a firm friendship. Thus he starts talking to you both and joking around more to make memories that bring you together!

✧ Also gives his targets credit for anything. “Lost one of my gloves the other day ‘n’ you’ll never guess who found it!”

✧ Beams and offers the biggest bear hugs he can when you announce your relationship. Bragging rights who? Bombur just loves love.

Dori

✧ Lives for the drama anyway, but general investment would grow tenfold if that person happened to be one of his little brothers.

✧ The questioning sort, suddenly asking you things like if you’ve ever considered settling down after this is all over and if so, any inklings with what type of person?

✧ Suddenly he can’t speak highly enough of this person even if it’s not one of his siblings, tossing it into your teatime conversations how they’re that strong or this skilled or he hears that family crafts the finest courting beads if he’s one of the dwarves.

✧ It’s enough that you pick up on what he’s doing and tell him that well, if that company member is interested then they’d best just tell you, prompting Dori to rush to them and try to convince them to confess.

✧ Whether they need the push or not, Dori’s target eventually makes a move, leaving the older dwarf to brag like a proud father, uncle, big brother, you name the dynamic he can do it!

Nori

✧ Not shy about any part of the whole affair. Watches you both with a shit eating grin.

✧ “So, if it had to be anyone there, who’d it be? …what, I can’t be the first one to be asking that, can I?”

✧ Heavily contemplates going the jealously route. Barring you getting uncomfortable, Nori starts being far more friendly with you and putting his arm around you more often to see what his target does.

✧ Proceeding, of course, to teasingly confront them about it later. “What, did it bother you? Wonder why. Maybe you oughta take that up with ‘em, then.”

✧ Some company members bought his act a little too well, gazes swiveling between you and your match and Nori himself as if expecting him to now be jealous.

Ori

✧ Surprisingly great at matchmaking- his fear of being discovered keeps him very very discreet, and he has a great sense for love.

✧ “Can you two sit right there? I’d like to get some drawings while we’ve got the time. Thank you! Oh, just a little bit closer. Little bit more. There we go!”

✧ The moment you need help, Ori knows someone who can help you! Sends you right their way with an innocent little smile.

✧ Has made it his business to have a general idea of what everyone likes, which comes quite well in handy pointing out to you that someone else in the company's got a similar interest or hobby. Grins to himself when he sees you actually approach them about it.

✧ Feels no need to come out and announce himself to you once you're together, but he brags about predicting and matchmaking you two endlessly to Dori, who listens with great pride.

Fili

✧ Having the absolute time of his life.

✧ He’s likely gotten up to this due to gaining the knowledge- or else it simply being that obvious- that one of you has feelings for the other or is attracted to them. Thus, teasing abounds!

✧ “Ever thought about it? …what? Why, you two, of course! Everyone else has, after all.”

✧ Leans on his sword or against a tree, giving his best attempt at a smooth pose as he whispers that they like you too. Yes, even if he isn't certain that you like them as well.

✧ "Finally!" He calls out the first time he sees you two kiss. It may earn him a smack, but it's worth it.

Kili

✧ Likely doing this teamed up with Fili and also having the absolute time of his life.

✧ Jokes around any time you two are paired for things. “Well you two make quite the handsome couple, don’t you?”

✧ Plays sides with whoever he's closest to, possibly with his brother falling to the person's other side. "Be honest, who do you think is the best looking of us all? What do you think of that one there?"

✧ "Come on now," he asks you directly if you have any interest in his target, especially if he knows you do, "you can tell me." This, of course, is punctuated with a wink.

✧ He wasn't expecting to actually become your confidant, but when you tell him you trust him with your news and that he's the first to know, he can't help beaming and pulling you into a hug.

Bilbo

✧ Insists to all the other company members that hobbits are the best at matchmaking, thank you. But that, of course, leaves him to prove it.

✧ Step one: food. Food is one of the greatest bonding agents known to hobbits, so Bilbo will task you with bringing your potential interest dinner and thus sitting at their side for the meal.

✧ Step two: common interests. Bilbo himself becomes something of a double agent, talking to one of you and then the other and dropping names at any good opportunity. Perhaps both of you knit. Maybe you need your blades sharpened and they've just done theirs. You could simply just have the same favorite animal and the both of you will know it by the time Bilbo is through.

✧ Step three: strategically moving your bedrolls to be right next to each other. What? It works! That night his target ends up rolling against you in his sleep and you lean up against him.

✧ When you wake up the following morning, shock overtakes you, then shy smiles and a private conversation that has Bilbo smirking to the rest of the company triumphantly.

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slowips · 1 year

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obvious

kaeya / reader

“wait— you— you what.” “it’s a shocker, i know, but you’d think you would have caught on by now considering how obvious i’ve been.”

# reader is oblivious, kissing, 1.1k words.

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in another universe, kaeya thinks as he swirls the half-empty cup in his hands, it will be much easier to court you. perhaps, funnily enough, what if he swapped places and was the oblivious one instead?

he chuckles and swallows that thought down with wine. there was no point in loosing himself in such fantasies when you were right here — literally — as the bartender of angel’s share.

“care to refill my cup?” he asks as he pushes his drink forward. you’re rubbing a wine glass dry, focused on not accidentally dropping it, but you pause your task to give him a long, unbelievable stare. “i’ll wash this cup if you’ll let me,” he adds.

your expression holds the ghost of questions you used to ask him.

why aren’t you leaving? won’t master diluc be angry that you’re here past opening hours? are you going to pay?

his answer never changes.

i want to walk you home. he doesn’t have to know if it’s a secret kept between us. of course i’m paying, i’m no thief.

“i’m the bartender,” you remind, taking the opened bottle of wine and pouring it into his cup. “you’re the customer. i'm not letting you behind the counter.”

kaeya laughs at your straightforwardness, or rather the lack of it. he knows what you actually mean is that master diluc wouldn't be too pleased his estranged brother will not only be breaking one rule but two. “you didn't have to state the obvious.”

“if it was obvious, then you wouldn't have proposed such a funny thing,” you reply. after returning the cup, you continue washing.

he wants to tease you about this “obviousness” you speak off. so many things tend to fly over your head, you should be the last person to explain “obvious”.

it has been 3 months since he started walking you home.

(“why are you here?”

“figured you might need a knight in shining armour to escort you home.”

“but there is no imminent danger.”

“oh, there are plenty lurking in the night.”)

3 weeks since he started staying at your place.

(“you’re not homeless?”

“couldn’t there be other reasons why i want to live with you? perhaps, because…”

“because what?”

“look. the favonius headquarters is just around the corner. this place is a steal for a calvary captain who wants a bit more sleep.”).

2 weeks since rumours begun to spread that there was something going on between you and kaeya.

how he wish it was true.

the bar is void of others. the loud chatter has dissipated and all that's left is the sound of running water, clinking of glass, and kaeya's periodic tapping on the wooden counter top. he’s feeling cheeky today, so he traces with his finger “i love you” in the ancient scripts of his home country.

you don’t seem to notice, but that’s fine. he’s used to it.

chairs tucked in, lights dimmed except for the one over the counter, the tavern is prepared for the night, but yours has only just begun.

clean the kitchen, arrange the shelves, check the storage, prepare bottles for tomorrow, throw out the trash… the list of chores for closing feels endless.

after everything is done (his cup of wine cleaned too), you lock up the tavern. the city seems to be frozen in time—not a single soul in sight—if not for the fluttering of street banners thanks to the night gale.

“home?” you ask the obvious.

“home,” he replies anyway.

the silence is normally filled with small talk—him asking about your day, talking about the lack of horses on his side and speculations on the future, sometimes—but it’s hard when your face is scrunched up.

“something bothering you?” he inquires. you slow your pace as if reluctant to reach your apartment.

“master diluc knows,” you mumble, “this is probably the last we can walk home together because he’ll be at the tavern more often. i’m sorry, it was supposed to be our little secret.”

kaeya wishes he could immortalise your pout.

“it’s alright, he can’t kick a me if i’m not a customer. i’ll wait for you outside so there’s nothing to worry about. unless… you plan to kick me out your house too.” the last bit was meant as a joke, but when you stop in your track and grip the ends of your attire, his heart drops.

“actually… there’s been… rumours… and…” you start, eyes glued to the floor. he takes a step closer to you causing you to lift your head, eyes filled with resolve but mouth hesitating to continue.

have you noticed? are you uncomfortable? he doesn’t have the courage to ask, afraid of the answer.

“and?” he prompts, crossing his arms. it comes out softer than he intends, yet its weight breaks your gaze that falls to the floor again.

“and, i think it would be better if you return to your home. i don’t want people to misunderstand and think that you like me when you’re the most—”

“i like you.”

“—charming bachelor— wait— you— you what?”

his heart thumps erratically; fingers shaking as he tries to keep his cool. he didn’t intent to say those words out loud.

“it’s a shocker, i know,” he’s quick to recover, “but you’d think you would have caught on by now considering how obvious i’ve been.”

“ob-obvious?” you sputter, leaning back as your hands cover your face. “were you— you— when?”

his lips lift into a smile as his worries disappear, although replaced by the rush of adrenaline that doesn’t stop his heart from drumming. of course. what else did he expect from the densest person in tevyat?

“knowing this, would you kick me out of your house now?” he’s tempted to close the gap between you and him, bask in the heat emanating from you in this chilly night, or maybe tease for a hug.

“you’re drunk,” you lower your hands, face in full view with a phantom of a grin. it’s you who closes the gap despite your words, as if you’re hoping this isn’t a dream. your hand is on his arm, clasping it like you’ll fall without his support. your warmth burns through his attire.

“may i remind you i only had two cups. you of all people should know my limit, and you haven’t answered my question.”

“i— i don’t know,” you whisper, “but do you really mean it?”

he is reminded of first time you talked him out of his little misery party in angel’s share, the way the ceiling lights lit you up like an angel. or the time you dragged his drunken ass back home and all he remembered was the determination yet gentleness in your eyes.

his heart is in this throat. he feels sick to know that you don’t trust his words, but really, who can?

his hands find their way to your cheeks, and he leans in for a kiss instead.

───・

requested by anon / older sister work

#genshin x reader #kaeya x reader #kaeya x y/n #kaeya x you #genshin impact x reader #genshin impact x y/n #genshin impact x you #genshin x y/n #genshin x you #x reader

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yuutsunaoi-writes · 7 months

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𝙏𝙖𝙧𝙤𝙩 𝙧𝙚𝙖𝙙𝙞𝙣𝙜 𝙬𝙞𝙩𝙝 𝙔𝙤𝙣𝙖𝙜𝙖-𝙘𝙝𝙖𝙣!

prompt: 'Saihara-can would you like me to do some tarot card readings?' + 'Ouma-kun that's just pictures of me' + angie third wheeling

a/n: I was thinking of including this in my saiouma 'Back and Forth' fic but I ended up writing this as a shorts- (I may still write another version of this in Back and Forth though-)

(inspired by this meme I found on Pinterest!!)

The other day, Angie Yonaga was visited by someone she had least expected to be visited by: Kokichi Ouma.

Angie, who found peace in art and loved talking about Atua, found it odd that the Ultimate Supreme Leader suddenly dropped by and asked if she could lend him some of her tarot cards.

It was unsure how that purple head knew she had tarot cards, but she lended it to him anyway. She occasionally would use those cards to persuade others to join her to worship Atua, so she deduced Kokichi probably knew from then.

The Ultimate Supreme Leader thanked her giddily and told her that he wanted to do some readings on a rival evil organization that was threatening his own organization, but Angie knew better than to believe in the absurd reasoning.

So she went along and asked Kiibo to keep an eye on Kokichi. The robot was reluctant, but she insisted that it would be for the greater good. She told him to tell her if he saw Kokichi walking around with cards.

A few days later, Kiibo told her that he saw Kokichi being cards around and entered the library.

In a haste, Angie made her way to the library, and found Kokichi and Shuichi sitting at a table together.

From afar, the two were just conversing like they normally would. Since the two of them were the only ones talking in the library, Angie could easily make out what they were talking about if she focused.

"Shumai! Would you like me to do some tarot card reading for you?!" Kokichi suddenly asked excitedly, eyes probably gleaming in enthusiasm. Shuichi furrowed his eyebrows at the sudden excitement, but agreed to it nonetheless.

So not really a rival for his organization, but perhaps a rival for his intelligence then? Saihara-kun has always been a smart fellow.

Kokichi eagerly took out some cards, and Angie was quick to realize that those were not her tarot cards.

Did she hear him wrong then?

The Ultimate Supreme Leader proudly put the cards on the table faced down, grinning before he picked one and flipped it.

"Well, Saihara-chan, I'm an expert in tarot card reading! Lemme show you! Take this card for example; this was the time when you had just entered the academy and befriended Akamatsu-chan - your first love! That lovesick look in your eyes as she preached about teamwork is really disgusting. Just kidding! It's adorable! Geez, Akamatsu-chan should just reject you straight up so I could ask you out!

That was a lie though! I'd rather date someone else!"

…what… ?

Angie, confused, turned to look at Shuichi who looked a little embarrassed, clearing his throat as he murmured,

"... She's a really… nice person. It's hard to not… uhh… Anyways. Ouma-kun, those are not tarot cards-"

"Let's move on to the next card!" Kokichi cut Shuichi off, choosing another card and flipping it. He laughed in his typical 'nishishi' way, and started talking.

"This one tells me that you could be so damn straightforward and attractive if needed. That's what everyone thinks anyway! Saihara-chan's charisma when he's serious about solving a case could be very charming~ Geez Saihara-chan's a playboy~ Is this why you kept on ignoring Akamatsu-chan's and my love confessions?! What a horrible guy!"

Shuichi blinked in surprise, staring at Kokichi as if that midget had grown two heads before he scoffed, a subtle delighted yet embarrassed tone following his words after.

"I'm not so attractive that I have people throwing themselves at me, Ouma-kun. Also, Akamatsu-san has never explicitly told me that she likes me like that. Another point, don't I already have you? You and your words that are more often than not feigned as lies?"

The Ultimate Supreme Leader gasped, making a show of clutching at his heart as he accused the detective with tears welling up in his eyes,

"What's up with those cringe-worthy words, Shumai?! Are you actually planning to seduce me before selling me off to the black market?! How terrible of you!"

"How did you even come up with that absurd idea?!" Shuichi groaned, his frustration perhaps catching up to him.

The Ultimate Detective suddenly stood up, snatched the picture Kokichi was 'reading', and inquired in all seriousness.

"How come you have a picture of me at a crime scene outside of the academy anyway? Pretty sure my uncle was the only one who knew beforehand that I would be there just to get some experience."

Kokochi grinned cheekily at the question, and Angie found his next answer very intriguing.

"Of course, because I've met your uncle and he obviously supported our relationship!"

Angie saw how Shuichi faltered at the claim, cheeks taking the lovely shade of red as he gaped at the supreme leader who kept on his innocent grin.

Somehow, it was Shuichi's turn to come up with a ridiculous idea.

"Did you blackmail my uncle?!"

Angie had to hold her laughter in, covering her mouth as she tried her best to stifle laughter at this sudden turn of events. Even Kokichi seemed to be enjoying himself, resting his cheek on the palm of his hand as he smiled mischievously.

"Eh~ Busted already~? I mean, it's so easy to blackmail your uncle, Saihara-chan~"

Shuichi couldn't seem to accept it as the truth and sputtered.

"But that's absurd."

"So which one is the lie, and which one's the truth, Saihara-chan?

Come on, think! Aren't you the detective around here?" Kokichi taunted, still with that unnervingly well-putted evil smile on his lips.

The answer was obvious, but Shuichi probably couldn't comprehend the idea of his uncle meeting someone and suddenly supporting his relationship with said someone.

A little bit flustered, Shuichi cleared his throat and gestured vaguely at the other picture to divert the topic of conversation.

"What does the last picture mean anyway?"

The Ultimate Artist was not letting that happen under her watch.

Before Kokichi could follow along the detective's request, Angie loudly got out of her hiding spot, a bright smile on her lips as she strode towards her classmates and snatched the last picture, glancing at Kokichi who complained about her ruining their fun.

Angie beamed at Shuichi, and said,

"Atua told me that something is brewing in the library, and that I should ask Saihara-kun which is the truth and which is not! Could you give me your answer, Saihara-kun?"

Shuichi, embarrassed that he couldn't get out of the topic, groaned barely audibly before he answered meekly.

"... At least let me introduce you to him, Ouma-kun… "

Kokichi grinned teasingly and instantly forgot the last picture, standing up in triumph before literally dragging Shuichi out of the library to celebrate the start of their 'phantom thief-detective relationship'.

(The purple head suddenly clarified that the relationship that Shuichi's uncle was so supportive of was a phantom thief and detective relationship. Questionable, really.)

Before the duo leave though, Angie smiled amicably while Kokichi gave her a blank look - to tell her to not follow them, probably.

Either way, there's some 'tarot cards' that weren't yet to be read.

So she stared at the picture of Kokichi staring at a smiling Shuichi who was talking to Kaede, and realized that perhaps Atua had planned for her to be there.

After all, if Shuichi were to see this picture, Kokichi's 'crush' might as well be as hidden as her love for Atua.

In other words, very apparent.

#shuichi saihara #kokichi ouma #saiouma #saiouma shorts #dr v3 #dr v3 ff #yuutsunaoi writes

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iisasarcasticlittleshite · 1 year

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Tendou x Fem Reader (Requested)

Prompt 10 with Tendou: Stop stealing my clothes.

No.

This is officially my most popular prompt, and I have no problem with that.

Dangerous levels of fluff on this one guys. Run if you don't want cavities

If someone had told Tendou that his life would become this combination of cliches, he'd have had a big ol' laugh, and carried on anyway.

He's never been considered much of a catch in life, Shiratorizawa was the first place he really belonged, but with a nickname like "the guess monster", he's remained unapproachable, even to his teammates. Ushijima's the only one who really didn't give a crap until he met (Y/N) in the second year.

She's not exactly of imposing stature, but will happily blend into a crowd if she wants to, which is probably how she avoided Tendou's notice for so long. That changed the day the team was out doing roadwork, and he ran clean into her while goofing around with Eita.

So much smaller than him, she damn near went flying before swiftly getting her feet back under her and pulling a face at him.

'Try lookin' down at us little people every once in a while, would ya?!'

Those may as well have been his soulmate's first words, because he could do nothing but stare, gape even, at this little firecracker, unintimidated by his size or his reputation, holding her ground as was her right.

He's hooked on her from that moment on.

If he's not with Ushijima, he's trailing (Y/N) through her classes, carrying her books for her, hanging off every word she graces him with. Slowly, their conversations grow less and less one-sided as she lets go of her shyer inhibitions and smiles at him like she could light the world.

It took him all of a month to start jokingly asking her out. Picking up on his humour, (Y/N) turned him down equally jokingly.

Their theatrics became well known by the team, shameless flirting resulted in overdramatic gagging noises to blushing first years. It isn't until the others start taking it as free reign to flirt with you too that Tendou stops meaning it as a joke.

He never meant for it to be anything but a Tendou and (Y/N) thing, he's so crestfallen that he doesn't notice her awkwardly dodging the others and practically scurrying back to him.

It's (Y/N) who has to take the flirting from playful to straightforward.

'Hey Tendou, you're taking me to lunch on Saturday.'

'Say wha-?' He damn near joked on rice, hurriedly clearing his throat. 'Is this a team thing or…?'

Rolling those beautiful eyes of hers, she pointed her chopsticks accusingly at him. 'That's a (Y/N) asking an idiot on a date thing. You're the idiot.'

Tendou blinked, it took him all of a moment before breaking out into a massive grin. 'Adjustment to plans: I am making you lunch on Saturday. Deal?'

'Deal.'

Less than a year later, he's met with yet another cliché temptation: his girlfriend being swallowed up by his clothes.

He'd jokingly throw his jacket over her head on his way past her for practice and pretend he wasn't delighted when she'd slip herself smugly into it. He'll catch her burying her nose in the collar and know she's smiling just from the smell of him.

Little did he know, he'd created a monster.

Six years later…

'Honey, I'm home!' Satori calls, theatrically sweeping his arm out as he chucks his keys onto the hallway table, grinning as he pops them clean in the bowl placed there for them. 'Hey, lil' lady, don't think you're getting away from giving me my welcome home hug!'

A small, humanoid figure, draped in a rather oversized salmon-pink hoodie appeared from the bedroom and padded speedily down the hall into his arms.

As per ritual, he swoops her up, she wraps her legs around his waist, and giggles as she boops her nose to his playfully.

'Ma cheri, I seem to remember this being in my dresser this morning.' Long fingers toyed with the hoodie strings on their way to cupping her chin, lifting gently. 'Stop stealing my clothes.'

(Y/N) smirked like the little minx he knew her to be, pulling a baby voice as she declared firmly. 'No.'

'Oh ho! Is that a challenge I hear, pretty?'

(Y/N) giggled. 'They smell like you! And I got lonely!'

'You've only been home for three hours, baby.'

'And?'

Tendou laughed and launched a kiss attack, peppering little pecks all over her cheeks and face, loving the way her giggles make his heart sing. He leans into her warmth, greedily stealing more and more as she fills the gaps within him he didn't know were there.

#haikyuu x reader #haikyuu x fem reader #shiratorizawa #haikyuu #satori tendou #tendou satori x reader #teeth rotting fluff #so much fluff #also on ao3 #m4f

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gay-artificer · 1 year

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Thinking about vulture grub summoning signals.

Vultures respond to signal, but it also seems that the grubs themselves are aware of when the signals fail- I was previously assuming it was a case of risky behavior on the part of the grubs since if the vulture doesn’t find anything, it takes the grubs. This originally read to me as a sort of fail state the grub would ideally want to avoid, and that calling the vulture was a means of driving off predators by intentionally attracting a threat that would pick a bigger target. A badly timed call to the vulture would result in the selection of the grub, but a reasonable threat to the grubs safety would be something worth that risk. This is more or less how even slugcats use them (if they aren’t players who feel bold enough to go straight for the vulture, they’re mostly used to get lizards out of the way) This would be a fairly straightforward mutual relationship to evolve, with some risk to the grub. We can assume its not a unintentional relationship due to the fact that if blocked, but potentially able to move the light into the sky, grubs will make some effort to get their signal visible by wiggling over a bit. This specific effort to at least get the signal skyward suggests that its not merely an unrelated sign vultures seek out, but rather pretty intentionally targeted at them. Its not impossible that vultures and grubs are related directly, but I feel like its not as strongly implied as some people suggest. It really reads more as mutualism vs. a parent - offspring relationship. Especially since vultures do kill grubs freely. That’s not unheard of with animals (and there isnt any particular reason why vultures would be encouraged not to, with seemingly no way to identify grubs as their own offspring) but in this case assumption of relation really adds little to their relationship other than “reason why they cooperate” It’s the inclusion of the “failed” signal that I find interesting, as it suggests the grubs are aware when the signal doesn’t work and communicate that as important data (And yes, in terms of game design this is a good thing for the player). But if you were attempting straightforward predator deterrence via alerting bigger threats, it would generally be better to feign success in the hopes that the current threat would respond anyway. So a ‘green’ signal would always be the ideal... so I think the better concept is that the signal is actually an area warning.

In several types of plants, predation from long-term predators such as caterpillars can prompt the omission of specialized chemical signals that are designed to attract other insects and predators who target the offending species. Dealing with a certain type of caterpillar? Call a wasp that is an exclusive parasite of that caterpillar. The predators benefit from responding due to the presence of the prey, and the plant is protected by having predators kept near it. Another type of chemical signal sent by threatened plants is actually for the benefit of other plants- they warn each other about grazing or disease threats. Even if plants can’t exactly get up and walk away, the warning allows for them to prepare ahead of time and hopefully decrease their own damages. I think vulture grubs, with a bit of self sacrificial behavior are trying similar with vultures- and communicating failure to summon as a means of notifying their surroundings that the desired defense mechanism has failed. Vulture presence would be a pretty noteworthy thing to announce (especially given that they fly, and thus might be subject to some pretty heavy migratory patterns) if it was a primary defense mechanism. Since we also don’t know exactly how the worms get where they are, it could even be a means of encouraging whatever parent animal they have to chose more protected areas. And since the grubs are not immune from vulture targeting, they still benefit from primarily being subterranean and in locations unlikely to be directly scouted by active vulture colonies- but most of these locations are still fairly close to open air, where it might be feasible to send SOS still if carried from their initial position. and if you wanna get very risky, sending the fail signal might also be a plead to other non-vulture predators. “There’s no vultures, please come in-fight” would be... very high risk, for a lot of reasons, but many of the species in rain world are threatening enough to each other that using them as a last resort in lieu of a more favorable species is reasonable. With the overall idea being that you make the immediate area risky enough that the remaining colony of grubs (since they spawn in groups, even if they’re mostly dead in-game) isn’t completely harvested.

#rain world #okay im finally tagging it #long post #rw bioposting #fuck it that will be my biology tag i guess #and ecology and zoology whatever whatever #they are probably all gonna get long post tags so yeah #oh yeah it could also be to alert further away vultures to move into the area #a 'this spots open!!!!!!!' type signal

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robininthelabyrinth · 2 years

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Inspired by a previous prompt: wrh is actually nmj father, lao nie carried him. Wrh obsession with nmj is still there, up to you if there is sexual implications or just the power, can be as dark as you want..

Wen Ruohan had been meticulous in his succession planning.

Two sons, one from the legitimate wife, one from a side wife - one groomed as the heir, one encouraged to be carefree, a back up that would hopefully never need to see use, a source for a future branch family. No more than that was needed; more boys would only create internecine strife, while girls were nothing but a burden to a clan that didn't believe in alliances. While he wasn't about to stop himself from having a bit of fun on the side, Wen Ruohan fully believed that the fruits of such endeavors ought to be quickly strangled in the cradle - literally, if necessary.

It was only his own foolishness, foolishness and arrogance, that had led him to dally with the sect leader of another Great Sect. It should have occurred to him that Lao Nie wouldn't be as easy to push around as his other paramours (it was what Wen Ruohan had liked about him, in fact), and that with such a status as he had, he would be far less inclined to get rid of a potential son.

"You don't need to worry," Lao Nie had said when they'd argued about it. "I'll give him my own surname and make sure he never knows about you. Just treat it like he's a stranger. What's so hard about that?"

Wen Ruohan had eventually agreed, although mostly because he had no choice. Despite his irritation with how things had gone, he, too, thought that it would be easy enough to simply throw the fact of his paternity to the back of his mind and forget about it.

Except...

It wasn't.

Because Nie Mingjue (it should have been Wen Mingjue, something hissed in Wen Ruohan's mind) turned out to be a genius.

He was tall, strong, with a miraculous talent for cultivation. He was straightforward and bold, but still clever, smart enough to see through most schemes and a positive prodigy on the battlefield, an early master of both tactics and strategy. While not the most proficient in music, he was in all other respects a perfect gentleman, polite and obedient to his elders, a role model to his juniors. He was charismatic, a leader of his generation...

And he was going to fucking die.

That godforsaken Nie sect cultivation, that awful poison pill, was going to get him sooner rather than later, thanks in large part to the very talent he'd inherited from Wen Ruohan. And yet, despite that inheritance, there was shit all Wen Ruohan could do to stop it, because Nie Mingjue was a Nie, not a Wen, and it was his own damn agreement that got him that result.

"I want to tell him," Wen Ruohan said abruptly to Lao Nie one day. "I want to claim him. I'll do right by him, I'll even give him the right of inheritance - he's better than Wen Xu anyway. I want him to know..."

"Absolutely not," Lao Nie said, and Wen Ruohan turned a betrayed gaze on him. "He's my son, not yours. It's too late now for regret."

"I could tell him regardless of your will."

Lao Nie laughed scornfully at him. "Go ahead and try it," he jeered. "I'll just tell him you're a liar."

Incensed, Wen Ruohan reached for whatever weapon was closest at hand - It was a pity, he later reflected, that it had been Lao Nie's saber.

#mdzs #wen ruohan #my fics #my fic #alt headcanons

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marbarmars-arts · 1 year

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Day 7: Fashion!

He's your sparkly gremlin-like idol for the day! Full of fabulous fury and sick rapping skills(?)!

It's Fawful dressed like Pearl from Splatoon 2!

I had a couple different ideas for this prompt at first but none of them were things I really felt like committing to...but then I was like tsk tsk, ya gotta combine your Pearl brainrot with your Fawful brainrot and here we are! :D

Yea...definitely glad I went with the whole Pearl thing as the final idea rather than the other concepts I had (such as toads and koopas dressing up in Fawful's fashion) because this feels much more personally satisfying to me! :3

Like Fawful, I also have a big fat crush on Pearl, I have a thing for people who are unconventionally attractive haha! She was one of the first crushes that made me realize that I was pan, the crush I had before I realized what liking women and not being straight even meant!

(Another character I had a crush on that made me realize my sexuality was one of my OCs, but anyways!) I thought it would be really cool to combine Fawful with the outfit choices of Pearl! Fawf and Pearl share some traits with each other too, they're both gremlins and super cool!

I think I can call it a wrap here...not too much to really talk about in terms of explaining stuff since the prompt was pretty straightforward for me...so I'll see ya tomorrow! (another indulgent thingy tomorrow btw) ;D

#Marbars2023 #Fawful #FawfulMonth2023 #pearl houzuki #pearl splatoon #Pearl #Splatoon #Splatoon 2 #Splatoon 3

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Another ask! Wowie Kazowie. I wanted to say I just went through the Alvin's Infurno tag because I realized you've been answering questions about it and it's prompted me to think about my own anthro story and how much they contrast with each other.

I have some similar themes in mind, including my own 100% terrible character who is also someone who grooms a 16 year old (is also a serial killer but thats a whole other can of worms), however in mine it's more of a commentary on the systemic aspects of grooming and the sexual abuse of teenagers.

Specifically I decided to make the abuser in question a straight, cis white-coded woman in her twenties who had wealthy parents, and her victim (the main character) a latino black-coded queer kid dealing with mental illness.

Though I agree a lot with your philosophies, I made the abuser extremely unsympathetic because personally I was really worried about people excusing the actions of someone adjacent to white femininity. Particularly, a lot of black kids are seen as aggressors and I didn't want to compromise on the main character being kinda shitty because I know myself as someone who can be quite shitty sometimes. So making her as unsympathetic as possible in actions was the compromise I chose in order to highlight how its privilege which allowed her to do what she does to her victims, not skill or being a mastermind. Despite everyone knowing her to be terrible cruel and mean, nobody investigates it because she is harmless to authority as someone in the position of authority.

Seeing your story come to fruition makes me wonder how I would've done this aspect of my story differently had I wanted it to be the whole focus of a story rather than just one piece of my comfort oc's torture nexus. I think it's likely I would have had something similar to your story, but I do think I would've approached hell differently.

I always imagined hell to be a place where people who feel guilty go to, and not necessarily people who 'deserve' (in quotes because its subjective) it go to. Like you I've always found the idea of christian heaven and hell to be strange, I found myself drawn to the idea that the afterlife is a state of mind you walk yourself into.

I love the shitty motel.

I've been in positions where my family was unable to find homes and I've had to stay in motels and hotels on several occasions (i lived in a hotel for three months at one point) and there's something oddly nostalgic to me about being stuck in a place - a motel/hotel - that you're not supposed to be in for a longer time than you should.

Anyways thats my ask box ramble I hope this gives you thoughts? I don't know?

thank you so much for your thoughts! i love it when people come and tell me about their own stories that deal with similar issues. i think in your story’s case highlighting the abuser’s unsympatheticness works given you’re going for a critique of systemic and societal power structures and how they intersect with race. of course you can deal with more than one idea per story but if you’re going for a more straightforward critique rather than an introspective character study, it makes sense to put the brunt of the empathy you want your reader to feel on the victim, rather than the aggressor.

thank you also for your compliments of the motel! i wanted a really liminal feel for it and i’m glad that comes across :)

#yeen rambles #ask #hell story #love asks like these

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raayllum · 2 years

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Partially inspired by there being roughly 8-9 falling stars in the new S4 intro as well as this quote (the closest thing we have to a current season synopsis) enclosed down below:

After more than a millennium of careful planning, moving and manipulating generations of humans and elves like pieces on some cosmic chess board, the machinations of the Midnight Star known as Aaravos are finally coming to bear. But where did this enigmatic Startouch elf come from? What does he want? And what price will our heroes have to pay to stop him?

Anyway let’s talk about TDP and Chess Symbolism.

Now, I’ve talked in a fluffier, more fun way about TDP and chess (namely headcanon wise / prompts for a possible oneshot) before, and I’ve written a fic alongside my co-writer all about the five kiddos paired with all sorts of chess symbolism. It has been one of my great loves ever since I was a kid, and I am accordingly biased. I am also going to do my best to break down my thoughts / the pieces in a way that is clear and understandable, but I am also not an expert on chess or its symbolism, I could get things wrong. So consider that my official disclaimer, feel free to add your own thoughts and ideas, and that this is just a theory like any other.

The reason why all of this is relevant, you may ask, is because chess has sixteen pieces — eight pawns, who are pretty interchangeable, and eight more defined pieces: two rooks, two knights, two bishops, a queen, and the king. There are also eight pieces, one for each of the main cast, in the Dragon Prince game, Battlecharged (and TDP has alluded to this relationship before, with Aaravos being the DM in the Zoom Into Xadia’s DND skit back in 2020).

All of this is a long winded to say each of the main cast may match up with a star (particularly if the one that illuminates Aaravos’ name is his star), indicating that he will be all of their downfalls at one time or another, and that each of the characters may have a little chess symbolism woven in going forward. This is also supported by some of the similarities TDP’s magic has with tarot cards associations (death as literal transformation, lightning strike tower like the tower in 1x03 and lightning/thunder as peril, etc) so they’re not beyond bringing in other associations.

[ Because this is somewhat research and definitively speculation heavy, everywhere I’m getting my information is linked because we love questioning and checking for verifiable sources. ]

And with that let’s dig in, overseeing the main eight characters from Battlecharged and in TDP in general: Viren, Ezran, Claudia, Callum, Rayla, Soren, Amaya, and Janai. (Other one offs might also factor in, like Opeli or Corvus, as possibilities). Starting from the end of the row and working our way in, let’s start by talking about

The Rooks

The rook, typically portrayed now as a castle, is a very straightforward piece. It can move up and down or left and right, and move any number of squares, black or white, in a play. It cannot move diagonally.

Rooks are often the most powerful near the end of a game, where they can more easily move unencumbered by a landmine of pawns. They are not great at removing enemy pawns from advancing. Symbolically, the Rook is seen as a Fortress and is there to protect members of the royal family, specifically the bishops, king, and queen.

It is for these reasons that I believe Janai and Amaya are both rooks, now just on the same team rather than being opposed the way they were in S2. Even with the way they are not able to protect Lux Aurea from Viren, but end up arguably playing the biggest role in defeating his army in S3.

It speaks to all the parallels between them: sisters to the queen, respected and feared rival generals, etc. They were in charge of defending either side of the Breach, fought over outposts (a fortress), and Amaya kept the throne safe from corruption from within. The first time they engage in something as a team is to try to protect Lux Aurea from Viren, as Janai was her sister’s sworn defender (and why I don’t think she’s a knight, I’ll get to in a minute). They both have a very hands on, “I’ll tackle you outright and smash into things” fighting style.

One of the reasons I have also paired them together is because they are very much two halves of a single, complementary warrior of sword and shield, and Janai’s fortress in Lux Aurea has notably fallen in S3. Trying to restore it will be her (and presumably Amaya’s) main plot line in S4, even now that Janai is queen.

The Knights

The Knight is an interesting piece, as it hops one square up — either up or down, or side to side — and then must also move diagonally as well.

Due to this ability to leap over pieces, it means that they are the only piece capable of starting a game other than a pawn. Additionally, this unconventional way of movement makes it a pro at sneaking behind enemy lines and staging interesting attacks. It is also one of the more famous chess pieces with clear ties to Medieval history (even if Chess originated in India centuries before it made its way to India) which TDP takes plenty of inspiration for.

Historical knights were almost always highborn sons and lords who wanted to improve their standing further / enjoyed a bit of swagger, even if they were also the first line of real defense in specifically protecting the king. It is for all of these reasons that I am placing Viren and Soren as the knights.

Soren is obvious just from everything about him, his place as a crownguard, his loyalty to Harrow and his deep bond with Ezran. He is also the only member to do active work behind enemy lines, seeking out the elves first hand in 1x01, protecting Callum and Harrow in 1x03, freeing Ezran in 3x05, orchestrating to get the other members of the council out safely, and defecting with crucial information.

Viren, likewise, does work behind enemy lines - first in trying to get the throne through dishonest means, then through manipulating Amaya and Gren, sneaking into Lux Aurea, using the other soldiers (literal pawns) as a distraction. His actions also ultimately serve a force greater than himself. For many years, he was seen as Harrow’s first line of defense, as Marcos runs to him first after being attacked by Rayla, and Viren is the one who notified Harrow. Now, Viren (knowingly or unknowingly) serves Aaravos’ will.

A symbol of stealth, strength, and following orders, Viren and Soren safely feel as the knights to me, even as they exchange places and Viren falls further (and further) from ‘grace.’

Honourary knight mention / addition: good boy Corvus. Love him!

The Bishops

The Bishop is an interesting piece. There’s all the religious symbolism (hi Opeli) wrapped up into it and the political history of it as well, particularly in Europe 600s-1700s. The Bishop is also the only piece that can never move onto a square that’s a different colour than the one it originated on, as it moves diagonally. Thus, there is a black square bishop and a white square bishop.

Maybe unsurprisingly, if you’ve been following me long enough, I think that Ezran and Claudia are the bishops (although Opeli could definitely constitute a substitute, for example).

The bishop is representation of the royal court. While Ezran holds office as a literal king, engaging in court politics is his mainstay, even over leading armies into battle. The bishop also serves as a close advisor and member of the royal family, which we can see in Claudia’s devotion to her father.

Because of the bishops limited movements, they can both be deadly and easily backed into corners, and are particularly susceptible to pawns (Councilman Saleer), as pawns can only capture players diagonally to begin with.

Claudia and Ezran’s shared sense of duty and devotion even in the face of great deterrence or loss — leaving their brothers or letting their brothers leave for example; Claudia being self sacrificial with dark magic and Ezran with the crown; their differing but steadfast view of elves and magical creatures — and thus, they don’t evolve the same way other characters on the board / in the show do. Their circumstances change, and Ezran definitely matures, but largely they just become more of who they already were, rather than someone utterly new.

Additionally, unlike all other pieces, which can move between black-white squares at will, the bishops being trapped to their singular colour means that they, more than other pieces, are a matched set, at their most effective when played together. Make of that what you will.

The Queen

You probably know what’s coming — although truthfully, much of this was speculated as I went along. I considered Ezran for king, of course; debated Janai as a knight, and Rayla too, for their senses of duty — but ultimately, at least in how I’m interpreting the pieces, the symbolism I could find, and the likeliest season four plot lines moving ahead...

Rayla is the Queen, for a number of reasons. The first is that the queen is the Powerhouse piece on the board, able to move up or down or diagonally at will, combining alone the skills of the rook and the bishop into one piece. Just like the Queen, Rayla is a powerhouse fighter, able to hold off multiple opponents at once and who can attack almost anyone and typically hold her own. She also has a great amount of freedom and agility in how she moves and fights.

The Queen’s movement style is also reflected in Rayla’s early S1 arc, as she starts off largely as a pawn — and then, once she reaches the other side of the board (Katolis) she is transformed to be a much more powerful, important player in protecting future kings and current princes. This is reminiscent of how, in most matches, if you manage to get a pawn to the other side of the board, you will exchange it for one of your lost pieces, and will always pick your Queen if you have already lost her.

The Queen’s aggression and flexibility make her a strong piece, able to move all over the board, and this is reflected in how Rayla can go back and forth between Xadia and the Pentarchy. Since she now lives in exile from the Silvergrove and from her temporary home in Katolis, she can go wherever the action takes her with little fuss.

However, the queen’s tendency to go far from home and the safety of other pieces also means she is susceptible to being captured (or having her ‘light’ stolen in Rayla’s case) and it is a mighty blow if you lose your queen. Many players will sacrifice anything (myself included) in order to keep it. Yet again, make of that what you will.

Also, I couldn’t find anything else that aided this turn of phrase, but one source did use it and I would be remiss not to include it because it made me holler at 2am, so there: The Queen may be the ‘Moon’.

The King

Like I said, I considered many different characters for king. Ezran and Rayla were both options for me, due to their literal and metaphorical importance, even Zym or Avizandum (or Harrow) as well. I also considered Callum for Queen, due to the way he will likely master all primal sources in the future, similar to how the Queen can move in many different ways. But ultimately, for all the reasons:

Last but not least, Callum is the King.

While he has no concrete crown the way Ezran does, or the flexibility to move the way Rayla does, Callum is arguably the most important character going forward due to the ramifications his magic has for the rest of the world. After all, if humans can access / create their own arcanums, if Callum can teach them how, they will be able to give up dark magic and pave another path forward, for good. Additionally, Callum’s ‘crown’ in some way is the Key of Aaravos. It is clearly going to be important and is the only object other than the mirror prison that is connected to Aaravos in some manner.

The King is a piece of limited means, only able to move on square at a time — but in any direction, a unique quality it shares with the queen. Perhaps this can be a reflection of Callum’s currently limited but powerful arsenal of spells, or the way he will get more arcanums steadily, one at a time. It may also refer to the way Callum’s hands are tied in S4 if he goes after Rayla (and if his queen is captured). Callum and Rayla’s bond, with the way she often directly advises him (1x04, 2x04) and seeks to protect him above herself — the way every piece prioritizes protecting the king above all else — also factored into this decision.

Our mage is a very special boy.

Conclusion

So this meta has taken its time (I got terminated twice while writing it) but we have finally reached the end, which is where I turn things over to you. Do you agree with my chess assessment? Do you think my speculation has grounds, or do you think a different character should be a different piece? Let me know in my askbox and/or in the replies!

As a final note, I will leave this quote from a paper I came across in my research phase (published in 1969):

“‘by calculations based on the chess-board, the march of time and the cycles, the superior influences which are exerted on this world, and the bonds which attach them to the human soul ...’ The cyclical symbolism of the chess-board was known to King Alphonsus the Wise [...] At each stage of the game, the player is free to choose between several possibilities, but each movement will entail a series of unavoidable consequences, so that necessity increasingly limits free choice, the end of the game being seen, not as the fruit of hazard, but as the result of rigorous laws. It is here that we see not only the relationship between will and fate, but likewise between liberty and knowledge; except in the case of in-advertence on the part of his opponent, the player will only safeguard his liberty of action when his decisions correspond with the nature of the game, that is to say with the possibilities that the game implies. In other words, freedom of action is here in complete solidarity with foresight and knowledge of the possibilities; contrariwise, blind impulse, however free and spontaneous it may appear at first sight, is revealed in the final outcome as a non-liberty.”

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waywardstation · 2 years

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Loosen Up

Akari uses one of Ingo’s weaknesses against him in order to get him to go to the Wallflower with her.

Another drabble I wrote yesterday. I used six prompts for this one; four asking for more of Ingo smiling/being tickled (you all really want this man to smile haha), and two asking for more Zisu.

Might be my last drabble for a little bit, cause now I’m focusing on art for chapters 3 and 4 of HFBE!

OR read it here on AO3!

Enjoy!

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“Come on, Ingo! Zisu’s fine with cleaning up on her own! Right Zisu?”

The tall captain barked a laugh at Akari’s straightforwardness; she wasn’t offended by it. She put her hands on her hips, a big smile on her face as she glanced over at Akari and Ingo.

“Of course I’m fine with it!” Zisu went along with it. “Look Ingo, Akari really wants you to go! I won’t tell Kamado that you left half an hour early; no one’s even been here for the past hour anyways. Loosen up a little and go enjoy some time with Akari, it’s fine!”

She motioned to the sunset-washed training grounds of the dojo, just as empty as it had been for the last hour. The familiar flock of starly that always circled overhead at this time trilled in the distant sky, flying among the orange-tinted clouds.

“I do appreciate the gesture Miss Zisu, but I feel I would be errant if I departed from my post earlier than scheduled.” Ingo held his ground. “And Miss Akari, I would love to accompany you to The Wallflower, but if you could simply wait another half-hour-“

“-We don’t have to wait half an hour though!” Akari interjected, tugging on one of the sleeves of his tattered coat, half joking, half genuinely attempting to get him to cave. “Come on, The Wallflower’s right there! Like Zisu said, no one’s coming, and Kamado won’t know!”

Ingo simply shook his head, allowing her to continue pulling on his sleeve. It was no use, she could not budge the larger warden. Moving behind him and pushing against his back had the same outcome, with Ingo just standing there and letting her try her best.

“One should wait at their platform to help board any later passengers, even if the station seems empty.” Ingo stood stiff as he raised one arm in admonishment, attempting to appear as unmoved as his words, while Akari still pushed against his back in vain. “I insist on maintaining a good work ethic; I will not depart from my platform until my designated shift has ended, lest Kamado stop by and notice I am missING-!”

The finger that suddenly jabbed into Ingo’s side caught him completely off-guard, cutting his lengthy speech off with an odd noise as he reflexively jolted at the sensation. Quickly, Ingo looked over his shoulder, turning to the side to see Akari standing there, the offending finger still held out, and a mischievous grin on her face.

“Hey! That did something!” The excitement in Akari’s voice told Ingo this would most certainly be his undoing. Off to the side, Zisu was already laughing.

Ever since Akari had discovered that the warden was rather reactive to tickling, she found it amusing to pester him with it, though thankfully it was not relentless. But still, Ingo was not fond of how easily he reacted to it - especially in situations like this, it only ever encouraged Akari to continue such pestering.

“Miss Akari, please, do not resort to this-” Ingo preemptively reached out to defend from the dangerous fingers extending towards him again, but he was not quick enough. “It will not wORk!”

Another jab into his side proved his statement wrong before he could even finish it, and Ingo’s voice jumped as he winced back a snort, an involuntary smile tugging at his frown. But this time, Akari followed him as he pulled away, relentlessly poking above his belt to try and nudge him in the direction of the training ground’s exit.

“Come on! I’ll stop when you come with me to The Wallflower!” Akari told him over his awkward, poorly-stifled snickering.

“Yeah! Come on Ingo!” Zisu’s voice joined in off to his side, and to Ingo’s absolute horror, another, stronger set of hands started tickling him.

Betrayed! They were ganging up on him!

The situation quickly jumped from tolerable to unbearable - while Akari just stuck to incessant (but relatively tame) poking, Zisu was much more vicious and unforgiving, and Ingo’s awkward sounds quickly collapsed into laughter.

This was hopeless, and absolutely not worth it.

“Ok, OK-!” Ingo choked on his own words in his desperation, trying to shield his torso from all of the invading hands - his thick coat protected him from the cold well enough, but it didn’t much dull these sensations on its own. “I will go! Please cease-!”

“Yes!” Akari cheered, immediately pulling away from him to throw her fists up in a celebratory display. “Finally!”

Ingo heaved a tired sigh, slouching forward to regain his breath.

“…surely, there are better ways to handle such conflicts of interest.” He lamented.

“Well, I bet none of them get you to change your mind as quickly as this!” Zisu joked, pulling him up and hooking an arm around his shoulder to support him. Ingo pulled the brim of his crooked cap over his face to hide his embarrassed tint, not really able to argue against that.

“Now come on! Let’s hurry before Kamado looks out his window and sees you leaving!” Akari grasped Ingo’s hand and once again started tugging him towards the training ground’s exit. This time, he didn’t resist. “His window’s open, I think he heard you yelling!”

#ingo #warden ingo #akari #pokemon akari #pla akari #pokemon zisu #captain zisu #zisu #submas #Pokémon legends Arceus #Pokemon legends #Pokemon legends Arceus #pokemon #pokemon fanfic #pokemon fanfiction #waywardstationfanfic

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rp-repliforce · 1 year

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Oh! Sorry about that. ^^;

In that case, meet “Bladeless!“

I... actually still haven’t come up with a real name for him, so that’s just a nickname that’s stuck so far.

Anyways, the basic premise of his character is that he’s a Bisharp who’s moved to the big city, and has figured out how to integrate with human society. He also knows how to speak - kinda like how Meowth does in the anime. Technically he’s still 100% ‘wild,‘ but he carries an old satchel around in order to trick people into thinking that he belongs to someone (plus it’s useful for carrying his things). I kinda doubt any trainer would want to capture him anyways though, since he's missing a HUGE chunk of his attack power with those ruined blades of his.

Personality-wise he’s fairly cool-headed, but on the inside is an unbreakable will to SURVIVE. He’s also very cunning, but I imagined that’s kind of a typical trait of his species. Still, no Bisharp has ever tried to apply their intelligence in the way that he has. He’s also pragmatic, and has a straightforward way of speaking. Still, he’s eloquent enough not to come off as curt. He has an independent nature as well, and doesn’t want to be ‘owned’ by anyone (which is another common trait among Bisharps). He’d rather fend for himself than be taken in by a trainer, but he does appreciate the sentiment of those people who want to take him in. However, he’s not at all introspective, and only thinks more deeply about his own motivations when prompted by someone else.

Also, I tweaked his proportions a bit to give him a bit more individuality. He has broader and pointer shoulderpads, a subtly larger chest, and his eyes are slightly disconnected from his ‘chinstrap‘ (which was originally an error on my part, but I decided I should keep it). If you look closely, I left in the faint outline of how his axe-blade used to look before it got ruined. It’s supposed to be long and straight like a Pawniard’s blade. I also darkened the edges of his eyes a bit in an attempt to add a subtle weariness to his expression, but I don’t think I quite pulled it off... Lastly, the only blade left on his body that even cuts anymore is the retractable one on his left gauntlet (which isn’t even his dominant arm).

He also has a bit of a story so far. He was born in the wild to a female Bisharp who had just established her territory. He and his 4 other siblings were essentially her first batch of Pawniards. When he had evolved, he challenged her for leadership of the pack, but she was much stronger and more experienced than he was, and easily drove him out - leaving him with some deep cuts as a parting gift. If he had stubbornly tried to stand his ground despite his wounds, she DEFINITELY would have killed him. I imagine that the pack dynamics of wild Pawniard & Bisharp can be pretty cutthroat, and evolution doesn’t guarantee survival. The most common death for new Bisharps is being cut down by their former pack leader. Anyways - Bladeless spent quite a while wandering the wilderness, but eventually managed to recruit enough Pawniards to found a territory of his own. Researchers monitoring the area named his pack “Sagittarius,” because its territorial marking resembled Sagittarius’s bow: ♐ (I imagined that since this pokemon lines’ sense of smell is very weak, they mark their territory by cutting symbols into trees and stuff). Things were going alright for Bladeless until that fateful rainy day... He got into a brutal fight with another pokemon (which I haven’t figured out the species of) that destroyed his blades. The ones on his body had been shattered by a shockwave, while the one on his head had been mangled from a blunt strike (or getting smashed against something). He survived, but was badly injured. Because Pawniards don’t follow or obey Bisharp with broken or chipped axeheads, his entire pack abandoned him since they no longer recognized his leadership. In the wild, most Bisharp who lose their blades have their spirit utterly broken, fall into a depressed state, and slowly waste away... But not Bladeless. Even though his future seemed very bleak, he resolved to keep struggling until the very end. Once he had rested enough to walk again, he started wandering around in search of food. One of his fist priorities though was getting out of his old territory, because he knew his rivals would soon get word and quickly snatch it up (and Bisharp have no tolerance for others of their kind lingering inside their territory). From there, Bladeless was able to ward off starvation with the meager amounts of berries he was able to find, but malnourishment began to set in, which caused his colors to permanently dull a bit (which I imagined is a sign of poor/failing health in this Pokemon line). None of the other pokemon living in that area offered him a helping hand either, because his kind had made themselves out as enemies to the local species, and as a result were feared and hated by them. Eventually, Bladeless came across a city, where things started to improve. He was able to sustain himself off of the vermin running around in the alleys, which gave him the protein he needed to recover his vitality. I also imagined him coming up with a hunting strategy where instead of eating a dubious food scrap he’d find in the trash (and potentially getting sick), he’d instead use it to lure his prey into an ambush. When he wasn’t hunting, he’d stealthily observe the people and Pokemon as they’d go about their day. One thing he noticed was that people in market stalls would give food in exchange for curious little slips of paper and tiny metal discs. However, they wouldn’t take any old thing that matched this description. They had to be specifically marked. Then he tried to figure out where people would even get these objects, and came to the conclusion that generally, they would have to do labor for someone in exchange. However, it would have to be agreed upon by both parties. He kept following this line of reasoning from there. I still haven’t totally decided on what would happen between this and the present, but he eventually learned how to talk (likely by quietly trying to mimic what he’d hear humans say while he’d be watching them), got a job, and even has a tiny, dumpy little apartment. It probably took him years to even get to this point. He’s completely forsaken the wilderness, and no longer feels the need to claim territory and recruit Pawniards. That’s a life that he’s just no longer capable of living anymore. I imagine that even though he knows he would be a laughingstock among the other wild Bisharps, he also knows they wouldn’t have lasted a second in his place.

Something about going through all this has brought about a change in his attitude too. He’s not really sure why, but he’s found himself helping out his pokemon neighbors with things. I think it’s probably because deep down, he knows what it’s like to feel powerless and alone, and he doesn’t like seeing other pokemon going through the same thing. Plus, his ability to speak allows him to give his fellow Pokemon a voice that humans can understand.

Bladeless would go on to build friendships with the humans and Pokemon in his life, but he would also doubt himself a bit. He wouldn’t like it when people would call him ‘nice‘ or ‘kind,‘ because he feels that if those same people had seen what he did, or what he used to be capable of, they would fear and hate him... Just like his old ‘neighbors’ in the wild did. He has killed and eaten dozens of other Pokemon over the course of his life, and he doesn’t want to pretend like it doesn’t matter - even though he was only following his natural instincts. He’s not eaten up by guilt over his past or anything, but now that he’s been cooperating with some of the pokemon species that he used to hunt, it’s started to weigh on his conscience.

Anyways, I guess that’s all I have to say about Bladeless for now. Since I’ve been thinking about Repliforce again, I think Bladeless would pass the ‘Colonel test.’ That is - I think he and Colonel would be fast friends if they ever met. ^^ (Colonel’s also not very familiar with Pokemon, so he probably wouldn’t know that Bisharp aren’t normally supposed to be able to talk. XD)

I also hope his story doesn’t seem too ‘dark‘ for Pokemon. I keep feeling like it’s tone doesn’t quite match the source material, but... at the same time the Pokedex definitely makes dark implications about this pokemon species. It literally says that Pawniard “shred“ their prey - which you would assume to be other pokemon... Doesn’t really evoke the most family-friendly imagery. 😐

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erstwhilesparrow · 2 years

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trying to put some thoughts in order. under the cut for length.

0: soulmates as straightforward romantic trope

i mean, i get it. sometimes i get sad and go read the sappiest, shippiest, fluffiest fic i can find and it does help. (and yeah, i know it's more complicated than that sometimes but this isn't the point.) it'd be really fucking nice if there was someone out there 'meant for you'. convenient. a little less lonely. someone who gets it when no one else does. someone you can be sure of. someone you can pour your whole heart into, knowing you're doing exactly what you're meant to.

1: soulmates as assigned seating

no frills or bells. you meet them and you know and that's it. what you do with that information is entirely up to you. is it any different from group project assignments handed out by a teacher? is it any different from meeting a person and deciding you like them enough to stick around? what undeniable truth can mark something as ephemeral as a relationship? is it nice just to have someone or something else make the choice for you? would you have even looked at each other without the prompting? did you fail to look at others because you were not prompted? do you wish it was someone else but resign yourself to this anyway because it's not like it matters, you don't have to choose to stick with them? does that become half the reason you're still here, because you could still leave any day now?

2: soulmates as unwelcome imposition

a reaction to an unpleasant intrusion on your life. something binds you to them, and it doesn't feel right or good or any of the things soulmate is supposed to mean when people tell you about those. can you get rid of it? if it can, what does it mean that something supposed to tie you together forever can be removed? if it can't, can you love someone when given no choice? what can you hold on to that is solely your own, once a relationship begins to define you? where do you fit into the worlds of people who are not bothered? do you overcorrect in the other direction and hurt someone who did not mean to inflict this on you? are you being less harsh than you should be because you have been told this is supposed to be good, because you know what it will look like? what will you be made to do to "make up for it"? what evidence will you have to collect to prove you don't want or need this?

3: soulmates as unforgiving want

that thing where you don't realize you're hungry until you're presented with food, but with a whole person, and there is no satisfying that particular hunger. did they meet you and find you lacking? are you somehow lacking because you cannot be sated by what has been given to you? or is it instead that it is supposed to wear on you like this? would you have been this discomfited if it had never been pointed out to you what you could have had? how do you moderate your expectations back to "reasonable", if such a thing exists when it comes to soulmates? will any relationship you have after this measure up now that you know the depth and intensity of feeling you are capable of? have you ruined every pleasure you could experience by indulging too much here? have you ruined it for yourself by refusing to take? does it really get worse the longer you hold back? are you refusing to let go, to let time soothe this ache for you?

4: soulmates as unremarkable prologue

it works. it's good, actually. it's how you met. no preconceptions, only both your futures ahead of you. is this better than all of your previous relationships? what makes it better? would you call any of those previous relationships "real" love now? who did you leave behind in going through with this? do you wish you could have had this sooner? would you rather have had them all your life? is all of this more real because you followed the rules? what might have happened if you had pushed in any direction other than the one you were meant to? could you have done this with another person, a different one that no one chose except you? are you relieved to have the uncertainty taken away from you? do you feel there is another uncertainty about how willing you would have been to care for this person if you hadn't started this relationship knowing? are you going to ask your soulmate these questions? what are you relying on to keep the two of you together?

5: soulmates as pretty veneer

it looks like it works. maybe for a little while it even does. but something's going wrong, though it wouldn't look it from the outside. can you pin it down, to the day, to the hour, to the second? can there be a satisfaction to seeing clearly your coming end? can true love of the kind you were told stories of be like a chain? were you kind of expecting it to be? does true love go sour in that way, or were you always faking it? are you faking it now? are you faking it well enough? is it a kind of love still, to look the enemy of your enemy in the eyes and agree to their proposal? do you understand the shape of your mutual adversary? are you too busy making it all look right so you can finally get that happiness you were promised? do you believe it, when other people say they want what you have? do you believe that they could? do you believe it could have ever worked out? does believing anything help with the reality of it?

6: soulmates as open wounds

you can't forget them; you aren't allowed to. the mark it leaves on you is obvious, and the absence of your other half even more so. does being told you were born incomplete make it so? is there really something wrong with you? does being hurt by something meant to help mean you're the one who failed? is there something to fail? in what ways do people find themselves indelibly bound to one another for the worse? is it better than forgetting, than being forgotten? does defiance come easier from this? is this punishment for defiance? what do the people who look at you say about that visible absence? will you look past them to something outside their concerns? is there anything out there? is this safer in its consistency?

7: soulmates as puppets that can see their own strings

the question is not one of circumstance or of compatibility or of care. the question is structural, is composed of people pressing buttons and flicking levers in a system where they will never see the end result. does it need to be two? does it need to be love? are any of the words you're using to describe this relationship necessary to talking about what is happening to you? how deeply embedded in romance is the language around relationships? does this simplify aspects of your navigation around and into each other's lives? does it smooth away important nuances? do you find yourself wishing for uglier words to describe this situation? do you find those words? do you find the script? do you recognize it for what it is, or will you keep playing the role it sets out for you? what story ends up getting told here? what does it mean for you?

#sparrowsong #is this. do you get what i'm saying here??#'i am going to be direct and straightforward this time' i said.#'i will not hide my meaning behind several layers of half-finished thoughts and sideways metaphors' i said.#'it will make sense and have answers' i said.#sweet fucking stars.#if i keep doing this i'm going to have to actually come up with a working definition of soulmates #i think there *is* something i'm specifically referring to when i say soulmates but it's not defined well enough to. like.#do more than gesture vaguely with #anyway if you read all that i will accept reading recommendations #the closest you will ever get to falling in love

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loves-pie · 2 years

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Fic authors self rec! When you get this, reply with your favourite five fics that you've written, then pass it to at least five other writers. Let’s spread the self-love 💖

Thanks bb! It's been so long since I've actually written anything, I'm beginning to feel like I'm not really a writer anymore. But hey ho, here's my five favourite fics in no particular order...

The Wedding Date - Chris/Zach, Star Trek RPF. I have a particular soft spot for this one since, for one, it's my first finished Big Bang fic, but also because I wrote it for one of my best fandom friends @thatmysticbafflingwonder. 💖 I had a blast writing it too and I occasionally go back to reread it and enjoy it all over again.

Muted Pleasure - Chris/Zach, Star Trek RPF. This one started as a simple smutty pinto kink meme prompt fill, but somehow developed into a fully fledged fic with feelings and shit?! And I love it.

Bound To You - Harry/Severus, Harry Potter. This was written for a snarry fest on LJ and turned into my longest and most popular HP fic (to date anyway). I wasn't initially sure if I could do the prompt justice, but I actually like how it turned out. And it's really nice that it still gets so much attention.

What Darkness Conceals - Colin/Ryan, WLIIA RPF. This is my longest Whose Line fic, a Buffy-esque AU that stemmed from a Halloween one-shot I wrote years ago, and hands down the one I had the best time writing (so far, she adds hopefully). It was an absolute blast. I love that world so much that I do plan to write a sequel at some point. Or at least try.

There were a few contenders for the fifth fave fic, not including unfinished ones, but since it was an ask to my pinto account I'll go with...

Three's A Crowd - Chris/Zach, Star Trek RPF. This was another kink meme prompt - this time with lots of angst and pining rather than straightforward smut, which made a nice change.

And I've just realized that four out of my five fave fics were basically written for other people lol. Maybe I write better that way? Or maybe it's just the need to please (and I always have that need!). Anyway, hopefully this isn't the final list - I hope to get back to writing in the near future. Perhaps there are new favourites waiting for me. 😊

#fic rec #my writing #fandom #fanfiction

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minty-mumbles · 3 years

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True Colors

Summary: Monsters are stupid, but they do have excellent color vision, and can recognize patterns almost as well as Hylians. This leads to some misunderstandings.

Or:

Monsters assume that Hylians operate under the same color system as they do.

Content Warning: Not much to note. A few Bokoblins die.

Author's Note: I wrote this to fill this prompt from @linkeduniverse-prompts. It got way out of hand and ended up being about 3k words longer than I expected. I have a cheat sheet about color meanings at the end.

(Read on AO3 Here)

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Greg wasn’t stupid. Well, he had been told plenty of times by his sisters that he was. He was a Red Bokoblin, and Reds weren't known for being very smart. (Not that any kind of Bokoblins were, but that was irrelevant to Greg.)

But personally, he felt he was a lot smarter than many of the others in his clan. Like Jeff.

Jeff was an idiot, even by Bokoblin standards.

It was because he was so intelligent, Greg thought, that he was able to devise a plan to sneak up on this group of travelers. (Truthfully, he wasn't being very sneaky. The group he was tracking was just being particularly unobservant at the moment.)

Greg had seen the perils of attacking first and asking questions later first hand. His brother, Derek, had done so, and picked a fight with the wrong group of travelers. Derek had paid the price for that mistake with his life. And then Derek II did the same... And then Derek III. And then there was Derek IV, who truthfully hadn’t made that poor of a choice in target. It was just plain unfortunate that that Hylian hero had shown up and lit him on fire. (Honestly, maybe his parents should stop naming their kids Derek.)

Not that picking a fight with the wrong Hylians was particularly hard to do for them. Their clan was mostly Reds, the lowliest and weakest of their kind. Only his eldest sisters were lucky enough to be born as Blues. If they went up against any Hylian but the weakest, they were in trouble.

So, yeah. Greg had seen many of his fellow clanmates fall to stupidity. He wasn’t going to be one of them.

At least he hoped so. Jeff might get him killed anyway. Greg didn't know why his sisters always put the two of them together for patrol duty.

Greg crept relatively silently through the bush towards the loudly chattering group of Hylians, letting out only an occasional squeal. Jeff, however, was moving as if he were a Hinox, and he was going to get them caught. Never mind Greg’s brilliant plan of sneaking up on the group of Hylians and seeing what they were up against first.

He turned to Jeff and tried to mime that he should stay here, while Greg got closer to check things out. Unfortunately, it just looked like flailing, with the occasional slap thrown in, and Jeff didn’t seem to understand. Thankfully, he seemed content to stay put. He had gotten distracted by a strange glowing blue ball halfway through Greg’s attempt at communication. Greg really didn't care, as long as Jeff shut up and didn’t move.

Greg crept further forward on his own. When he finally reached the treeline, he hid behind a fallen log, and set about observing the group.

Immediately, his malice-filled veins ran cold.

This was not an ordinary group of travelers.

The intricacies of the Hylians’ marking system were somewhat lost on Monsters as a whole, and although he prided himself on his above-average intelligence, Greg was no exception. The Bokoblin marking system was very straightforward. Those who were Red, like Greg, were the weakest. Then came the Blues, then the Blacks, the Whites, the Silvers, and then the mightiest of all Bokoblins, the Golds. It was quite simple. It telegraphed their ranks and battle prowess nicely, both to other Bokoblins, and to their enemies. Greg thought it was rather thoughtful to give their enemies a heads up on what they were going to be fighting.

Hylians were not in the habit of returning that favor. No Bokoblin had managed to really make heads or tails of their marking system. There were only a few accepted truths that all young Bokoblins are taught.

Brown was the most common coloration, and was pretty much assumed to be similar to Red Bokoblins. There wasn’t anything particularly special about the Browns, except that they were good at running away. A couple Reds could take down a Brown with no trouble.

Then there were the Whites. They were only really found near central Hyrule, near one of the Great Hylian Camps. They were much faster than the Browns and actually seemed to know what they were doing with weapons. They were also very good at sneaking. Greg knew that many camps had been wiped out by White Hylians.

Then there were the Reds. These were possibly the strangest of all the colors. Greg’s sire had told him that they were to be treated, cautiously, as allies. They never attacked Bokoblins without provocation, and they even occasionally teamed up with Bokoblins to take down the Hylians, especially the Whites.

Next up on the Hylian totem pole were the Blues. Personally, Greg thought it was weird that Hylians placed Blue above White, but Hylians as a whole were very strange. Except for a few sightings recently, Blues hadn’t been seen for many, many generations. Their legend persisted though, as they were perhaps the most consistent of all the Hylian colorations. If a Hylian had a bright blue coloring, you could assume that they would have high quality weapons, and would know what to do with them. Browns would even run towards them for protection, or so Greg was told.

They had been known for working together in large groups to bring down entire camps of Bokoblins. Greg had once been told that Bokoblins learned how to band together, and how to find safety in numbers from observing these Hylians.

And then.

And then there were the Greens.

If Blues were legendary, Greens were mythical. Sightings of them were few and very far between, which might have to do with the fact that the Bokoblins who saw them didn’t live to tell the tale. The destruction they wrought was so absolute that even if they hadn’t been seen for hundreds of years, their legend lived on.

(Greg himself had seen one, once. He had only lived because he had run away before the Green had spotted him. He usually tried not to think about it.)

So, yeah. Greg had been expecting a small group of Browns, perhaps some Whites or a Blue thrown in.

That was not what he had gotten.

This was an entire goddamn clan of Greens.

A loud yell from the pair closest to Greg covered up his shocked squeal, as his brain tried to process exactly how much danger he was in.

He could count seven Hylians in front of him, huddled around a campfire. The pair closest to him were wrestling on the ground. Distantly, Greg was reminded of how his sisters wrestled to assert dominance, but these Greens seemed to be much friendlier about it than his sisters were. They weren’t even drawing any blood. The one who currently seemed to be winning wore armor around his shoulder, and a stripe of bright blue around his neck.

That made Greg pause for a moment. Was this a Blue instead of a Green?

But no, the Hylian’s torso was covered in undeniable green.

Similarly, the one pinned under the Blue-Green wore a Red tunic, but under that, a dark Green gave him away. Perhaps the two were some sort of hybrid? The concept of hybrid Bokoblins was foreign. Bokoblins were always one color, but who knew with Hylians.

Most Hylians did not accept Reds into their groups, as they were hostile towards others of their own kind. Maybe that was why Blue-Green was wrestling with Red-Green?

A few yards away, another pair sat on a log watching the pair fight, with a third tending to a fire nearby. The two sitting on the log were the biggest Hylians Greg had seen in this group. If he had to pinpoint any of them as the leaders of this clan, it would be these two. One was covered in armor, which Greg had only seen on the most skilled Hylians, and only in small amounts. The fact that this Hylian was covered in the stuff was intimidating. Greg couldn’t really tell what color this Hylian was, as the armor covered him, but this must be the leader. He was big enough for it, and the one next to him seemed to be showing him a good amount of respect.

The Hylian sitting next to the Leader seemed more like the run-of-the-mill Green. (Not that any Green was run-of-the-mill, but whatever.) The most notable thing about him was the wolf pelt he wore around his shoulders, which did give Greg pause.

His sisters wore the skins of large animals they hunted, as a symbol of their higher status. Neither of them had a wolf pelt, though. Wolves were strong creatures, and best left alone. It could take an entire clan to take down a fully grown wolf, let alone a whole pack. The fact that this Hylian, who wasn’t even the leader of this clan, was wearing the wolf pelt so openly was clearly a warning.

The third was crouched over the fire, moving the logs around with a stick for some reason. This one was a White-Green, a long white covering over his shoulders. He was listening to the conversation between the Leader and Wolf-Pelt, occasionally adding his own thoughts.

Once Greg was able to get over his shock of seeing so many Greens in one place, he was able to see that they weren’t actually all Greens. Two of them, huddled closely together, were just wearing pale Blue. Not quite as concerning as the others, but still strong.

One of them was smaller than any of the others in the clearing. He wore a pale blue covering. Greg paused in confusion. In a group of powerful Greens, why would they tolerate a small, weak Blue? Clans could become stronger, as Greg’s was, as stronger Bokoblins were born. But if his clan was made up of Blues, and a Red was born, they would be killed or driven out. There was no room for weakness.

But then again, Hylians were very strange. Perhaps, since this Blue was obviously a youngling, they had simply not matured into their adult Green coloration? It was possible.

The youngling was crouched over a strange flat rock, held by the other Blue. Now, this one was the same size as the others in the group, and obviously an adult. The excuse of being a youngling did not apply to him.

So why….?

The Blue shifted, lifting the strange rock, and handing it off to the Youngling, joined the White-Green near the fire. As he did, Greg caught sight of a familiar symbol on the rock.

An eye.

The symbol was not strange to him. It was scattered all over the land on large black rocks. However, to see it on a smaller rock like this… seemed familiar, and not in a good way.

Greg strained his memory to try to remember when he had seen this before, and then it hit him.

He had seen this strange rock before, when Derek IV was killed. He had gone after a pair of Brown Hylians who had unwisely traveled off the road. Greg, still being quite young at that point, had hung back to see how it was done. It had gone well for a while. Derek IV chased the pair, swinging a club at them, while the Hylians screeched in fear and scrambled away.

Then, swooping down from the sky like a bird of prey, a Blue Hyalin descended. True to legend, Greg had watched the Browns scramble toward the newcomer for protection. Derek IV, likely having fallen asleep during their sire’s lessons, did not register the danger of this Hylian’s color, and ran straight towards the group.

Greg had watched in horror as his brother was cut down with graceful ease. He hadn’t even had time to squeal a battle cry before he was falling to the earth with a flaming sword buried in his side.

He continued to stare in mounting terror as the Blue bent down and harvested his brother's teeth. The Blue had even taken Derek IV’s weapon for his own before his brother finally took enough fire damage, and broke down into smoke, disappearing.

The Blue had approached the Browns, who hadn’t even looked disgusted at the looting of a body, and had instead gifted the Blue food as a token of appreciation for his protection.

Greg came to a sudden realization. This was no Blue. He was colored like one, but he was alone. According to legends, Blues came in packs, ruthlessly efficient in working together. Besides that, Greg could imagine only one color that was that efficient at killing.

Greens.

Greg didn’t know why this Green was disguised as a Blue, But he didn’t stick around to find out. The last thing he caught sight of was a strange rock on the Green’s hip, with an ominous eye on the front of it. He had booked back to the safety of his clan’s camp. Not that he harbored any delusions that anyone in his clan would survive if the Green-in-Disguise found them.

Thankfully, he hadn’t, and Greg had grown up trying desperately not to fall into the same trap of attacking first and finding out the consequences later as Derek IV had.

Now, the same strange eye symbol was back, on the same strange rock, in the possession of the same Green-in-Disguise. Well, the same clan, at least. The Youngling was still fiddling with the rock, occasionally calling out to the Green-in-Disguise. Greg could only assume it must be some type of weapon, if a Green was in possession of it.

Greg stumbled back, turning to flee. He had saved himself once by fleeing in the face of one Green, and he wouldn’t make the mistake of trying to take on seven Greens at once.

Wait- hold that thought. A rustle in the bushes on the opposite side of the clearing caught his eye. Against his better judgment, he crept back to look. If that was Jeff coming to look for him, and he stumbled into the encampment of a clan of Greens in the process, Greg was not going to be helping him.

Fortunately, (or unfortunately, Greg thought privately,) it wasn’t Jeff. It was two more Greens.

Greg felt faint, and nearly swooned on the spot as Wolf-Pelt called out in greeting to the two new arrivals.

These two new arrivals were underwhelming. They were both small. In fact, one of them was even smaller than the youngling already in the camp. His coloring was a strange mash-up of Blue, Red, and, oddly, Purple, which was a color that Greg had never heard of Hylians being. But he also had Green, plain as day. Greg had to wonder if this Four-Color was even younger than the Youngling. Maybe it wasn’t certain yet what his strength level was going to be?

The other was of a more reasonable height for a Hylian, although not as big as many of the others. He had brown coloration peeking out from underneath his green. Perhaps this was the weakest of them all? But again, if he was tolerated in this, frankly overpowered, clan of Greens, then there must be more to him than meets the eye.

But these two new arrivals, no matter how unthreatening they looked, meant the clan now numbered nine. Greg had never seen a Bokoblin clan this large, let alone a Hylian one, at least outside of the Great Hylian Camps. Normally, Hylians only traveled in small groups.

This was bad. If an entire clan of Greens had appeared in Hyrule, then the Hylians were getting stronger. He had to report this to his sisters.

With a determined grunt, Greg turned back to where he had left Jeff. He needed to collect him, and then head back. Under the circumstances, he didn’t think his sisters would care about them not finishing their patrol route.

When he arrived back to the place he left Jeff, his brother was still absorbed with kicking around that strange glowing blue ball from before. Greg didn't know what it was, but at this point he didn’t particularly care. He just wanted to get back to the slight safety of their camp.

Just as he was about to squeal at his brother that it was time to go, he heard a shout from behind him. It was one of the Greens, calling out. For a moment, Greg was worried that they had been discovered.

Then, he didn’t have to wonder anymore.

The weird glowy ball that Jeff had been playing with exploded in blue light. Before Greg could even shield his eyes against the light, it was over. The explosion had taken Jeff out in one hit. His brother's body was already disappearing into smoke, leaving nothing behind.

Greg knew they had been discovered. Somehow, this whole situation must have been a trap, and it had been set up by the Greens. They must have known that Greg was there the entire time.

These Greens were terrifying. Greg could hear Hylian footsteps moving in his direction, and booked it out of the clearing. He wasn't sticking around for them to find him. He was leaving.

At least his sisters couldn't put him with Jeff on patrol anymore.

~~~

It was a rather chilly night. The seasons were just changing in his Hyrule, splashes of reds and golds dotted here and there as some trees started to shed their leaves, and the autumn air wasn’t exactly warm or balmy.

The group usually waited until Wild was ready to make dinner to start a fire, but not tonight. Sky volunteered to collect firewood, and only stopped to set down his pack before leaving to search for kindling. Four and Hyrule also left to scout the area, and make sure there weren't any threats lingering nearby.

Wild helped Time and Twilight move some fallen logs into the clearing for makeshift benches, and then collapsed onto the nearest one. He sighed, and pulled his boots off, shaking a pebble out of the left one that had been bothering him for hours. He didn’t immediately put the boots back on, letting his feet relax after a long day of walking.

Wind settled next to him, Time and Twilight not far off. Legend and Warriors were already bickering about something or another, snarking at each other for where they were perched across the empty fire ring.

Wind sniffed next to him. “Goddess, Wild, your feet stink! Why did you take your shoes off?”

Wild very maturely stuck out his tongue at the younger hero, pointedly ignoring Time’s muttered: “Don’t encourage him, we already have one squabbling pair, we don’t need another.” Wild stuck his dirty boots back in his slate, pulling out one of his cleaner pairs. Wind, forgetting the apparent stench, shifted closer in interest.

“So, how many different sets of clothing do you keep in there?” Wild shifted to show Wind his slate, swiping through the armor and clothing he accumulated on his journey.

“So, this is the Sheikah stealth set. It’s the first set of clothes I bought after waking up from my shrine. I got it in Kakariko. Before that, I was basically wearing a set of rags I found in my Shrine.”

A rustle from across the clearing drew Wild’s attention as Wind continued to poke at the slate. It was just Sky, carrying an armful of wood. Before the Skyloftian could start to set up the fire, Warriors took things one jeer too far, causing Legend to leap across the pit, tackling him off his log. Sky didn’t even do a double-take, ignoring the two wrestling near the side of the clearing, and started to get the fire going.

Next to Wild, Time and Twilight were watching the fight with interest. Twilight turned to Time. “Should we stop them?”

Time shrugged. “They’re not actually hurting each other, are they? Think of it as hand-to-hand combat training.” Twilight stared at Time as Legend got pinned underneath Warriors, and screeched, biting his hand in retaliation.

Time stared back. There was a moment of silence, before Time spoke again. “Fifty rupees that Legend wins.”

Twilight sighed, returning his gaze to the fighting pair. “You’re just as bad as the others sometimes, you know that?” Time just raised an eyebrow in question. Twilight groaned, defeated. “I’ll take that bet.”

Wild snorted. Twilight liked to pretend that he was less of a gremlin than the rest of them, but really, he just hid it better.

“Hey, isn’t that what the Warriors was teasing you about the other day?” Wind’s question brought Wild’s attention back to his slate. Showing on the screen was the Gerudo set, displayed on the digital form of Wild himself. “Wait, it’s yours?”

Wild’s hand darted out, covering the younger boy's mouth. “You will tell no one about this.” He hissed, eyes darting around the clearing, checking to see if anyone had heard. It looked like he was in the clear. It wasn’t that he was particularly ashamed of wearing those clothes, but he would rather spare himself the teasing he knew would be imminent if the group found out.

Wind batted his hand away from his mouth, grinning at him mischievously. “Okay, I won’t.” Wild waited, not believing that it would be that easy. “You have to make seafood curry for dinner though.” Wild hummed, considering. It wasn’t as bad as he thought Wind was going to demand.

“Alright,” He acquiesced. He was planning on making Creamy Vegetable Soup tonight, but he thought seafood curry was just as good. It was no trouble for him to switch up the menu. He had a couple of nice Progys in his slate they needed to eat anyways. He would have done this even if Wind just asked him, though, so he wasn’t sure why-

“But you have to make it spicy.” Wind insisted. Ah, there it was.

“Sure.” He shrugged. Most of the others wouldn’t be pleased. Seafood Curry had a lot of goron spice in it, at least it did the way Wild liked to make it. Wind, Legend, Four, and himself were the only ones in the group who could handle spice. He and Wind had grown up eating spicy food, and Legend traveled to very distant lands, building up a tolerance to all sorts of spices. Four could only tolerate spice occasionally. (It varied. Sometimes he couldn’t even handle a spiced meat skewer, and sometimes he inhaled the spiciest food Wild could make. It was very strange.) Most of the others in the group had low spice tolerance.

Usually, Wild acknowledged that fact in his cooking, and cut back on the spice, but since Wind was asking…

Well, he certainly wouldn’t complain.

He handed the slate off to Wind, rising to join Sky next to the fire, to make sure it was at the right temperature for seafood curry.

Another rustle from the bushes around the clearing drew his attention to the returning Hyrule and Four.

“Anything to report, boys?” It was Twilight who called out, as Time was still snickering at the sulking Warriors and his own purse, now fifty rupees heavier.

“Nothing of importance,” It was Four who answered, coming to sit next to Time. “There’s a stream a few minutes away, and we found a set of Bokoblins footprints, but they were days old.”

“Good, now we should-“ Wild’s attention was drawn away from both the fire and Twilight’s response by a call from Wind.

“Hey, Wild! What does this button do?” That sentence made dread well up in Wild’s stomach. There were only so many buttons to push on the slate, and Wild’s mind flashed back to a very crucial detail that he had forgotten.

He spun around, nearly hitting Sky with the stick he had been using to poke the fire. He could barely get out a shrieked “Wait!” Before there was an ominous click, a moment of tense silence, then-

BOOM.

Right. The bomb he had dropped earlier, and had forgotten to dissipate.

He pinched the bridge of his nose, feeling all the world like he was every one of his one hundred and seventeen years. He let out a slow breath, feeling everyone’s eyes on him. Was this what Twilight felt like all the time? He needed to go easier on his mentor.

“That button explodes things, Wind.”

A silent, judgmental stare from Time told him to fix the mess he’d created. With a huff, he heaved himself to his feet, and motioned for Wind to follow him. “Come on, kid. Let’s go do damage control.”

~~~

A/N: You know, writing this made me headcanon that Bokoblins have truly excellent color vision.

Anyways, here's what all the colors mean;

Brown: Average Traveler // White: Sheikah // Red: Yiga // Blue: Hyrule’s Military // Green: Heroes

Blue-Green: Warriors // Red-Green: Legend // White-Green: Sky // The Leader: Time // Wolf-Pelt: Twilight // Youngling: Wind // Green-in-Disguise: Wild // Brown-Green: Hyrule // Four-Color: Four

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hey i’m new here, i read some of your works and !! OMG YOU’RE SO TALENTED , and also i just want you to ruin me buT i’m 100% bratty 🙄 soo , for the request, can i ask jeongin!dilf au pls :((

thank you sm baby. and lmao. I got you.

『 pairing — jeongin x reader

genre — smut, + a stressed, single father dilf!jeongin fucking his masseuse

word count — 1.687k 』

smut under the cut !

out of all the things jeongin could’ve done to take away his fatherly stress, a massage wasn’t one of them. no seriously. usually, an hour or two of hitting the punching bag or doing a couple of weight reps brought him to relaxation the way he needed. but with the mother of his twin daughters refusing to help out at all with them, he was stressed more than usual. and this kind of stressed caused him to be kind of desperate.

he was clicking around on his phone before he found the place. a massage therapy building that he somehow never noticed was that close to his house. on their website at least, they guaranteed that the service they give will bring him to the nirvana that he was looking for. he wasn’t going to second guess anything no— he needed this. he kisses his babies on their forehead before sending them off to his mother’s house for the night.

when he arrived at the building he gave the receptionist his name to which she exchanged confirmation of his paid visit. she nodded, sliding her swivel chair back and reaching into the room right beside her desk to give him a towel. “you can change it the room over there love”. he smiled and thanked her, more than glad to shed his clothing and hurry on with this. for some reason he felt kind of antsy, he could wait for his stress to become undone with all the knots in his muscles and back. but once he was finished you might as well couldve said you were unprepared for the appointment. you had your materials and the table ready yes, but you were nowhere near prepared to massage a gorgeous, five foot seven man with chiseled abs, a sharp jawline in nothing but a towel wrapped around his waist. he smiled sweetly when he entered, you tried your best to keep your attention off the chain that sat atop of his prominent collar bones and instead focus on the client at hand. but god, your stomach was churning.

“good evening are you yang jeongin?”. you spoke meekly, surprised that you could even get a word out with how ethereal he actually was. he nods. you used a hand to guide him to the massage table and he obliged, quite fond with the decor of the place. he appreciate the fact that it was dark and you allowed candles to scent and heat up the room. he also appreciate the soft red glow lights in the corners of the room, illuminating it in a rather sexy way. he pushed the unholy thoughts to the back of his mind and started getting comfortable, trying to remember that he came here for a massage and massage only. “do you have any music suggestions? I have a soft playlist if not”. the blonde haired man shook his head no while laying his head on his forearms, giving you a perfect view of the tricep muscles in his back. you gulped, positioning your oils on the tray right beside you. you rushed to press play on the music to keep your thoughts on your job.

you shifted the towel down a bit lower and started spilling the warm vanilla scented oil down the span of his back, which already drew him in. he loved the scent dearly. he also loved the way your warm hands applied pressure to the places he needed most. a serene feeling washes over him and he could feel himself relax almost immediately. you glide your hands up the length of his back and shoulders and knead the tension and knots away, you could’ve sworn you heard a soft groan from him in response. nevertheless you continued your ministrations, feeling for other knots that needed to be worked out. jeongin could safely say that he’s hardly ever felt this kind of relaxation before. maybe he should’ve came here sooner. he makes another small noise, one that was rather suggestive, one that had you internally crumbling above him.

“feels good?”. you hum, kneading out other small kinks with your thumbs. he hums and shakes his head yes, feeling quite blissful if he might say so himself. you giggle above him, “you know, the noises you’re making tells it all”. he speaks in choked breaths. “yeah it feels— good, damn— I wasn’t expecting this”. you roam your hands around his body covering it with oil, his tan skin glistens under the red lighting. “is this your first full body massage?”. he nods again. “my first massage ever. I don’t really do this. usually I work out but I’ve been stressed like hell. I need this”. he couldn’t see you and you know it, but you pout your lips anyway. “what’s got a gorgeous man like you so stressed?”. from above you could see his eyes closed, and a small dimple depressing into his cheek as he smiled, appreciating the compliment. “a lot actually. mainly the mother of my girls”. you squeeze another bit of oil into the palm of your hands and this time use them to work the muscles along his neck and arms. you were glad he was laying on his stomach, this mean he couldn’t see the surprised expression you were making.

“girls? you have kids?”. you ask awaiting an answer. to your surprise he nods his head. “yes two of them. they’re twins. lily and lana”. he groans again, making your heart pound that much harder. you distract yourself with conversation. “wow. twins?”. he nods. “you sound shocked”. “yeah I mean... you look like you’re way too young to be a dad. I guess I wasn’t expecting that”. you laugh a little. “I get that a lot”. your hands gradually moved to every part of his upper half, giving it the attention it craved. the fact that he was a dad surprised the hell out of you. he looked as though he was maybe 19, 20 maybe. either way it goes you already decided in your mind that he was an absolute dilf. you worked in silence for the time being, wallowing in the small sounds he made and trying to keep moisture from pooling between your legs in the process. now covered in oil and feeling hands move all around his body, jeongin didn’t know how much more of himself he could help. he was growing hard at the thought of your oily hands sliding up and down his cock. the massage was great. amazing even. but he needed something more. as you edged the towel down his waist he reached back and grabbed your wrist.

“before you continue, can you do me a favor?”. your mind spun at his question. “what is it?”. jeongin breathed. “you’re really good at your job and it’s working but I think I need something more— and I’ll pay you extra just to have if it you keep things confidential between us”. by now your heart was racing. you licked your lips, the room all of a sudden becoming much hotter. “what do you need?”.

“I need to fuck you”. you gulped at how straightforward he was. but the prompt wasn’t unwelcomed. you just didn’t know what to say. he sat up, feeling like maybe he went too far. “you don’t have to do it if you don’t want to I’m just really stressed and I need to take the edge off”. you chewed on the insides of your cheeks. “it’ll be confidential..right?”. he nods. “I won’t tell a soul”. truthfully you didn’t mind being used by him, only you didn’t know how to initiate things so you stood there awkwardly. “I don’t know what to do”. you spoke in a soft gentle voice, matching the vibe of the background music. he pulled you closer to him by the hem of your white masseuse coat, taking his fingers and unbuttoning the shirt you had underneath it. your voice vanished once his lips attached themselves to your nipples, suckling them obediently while groping the cheeks of your ass. you could only throw your head back and let air flow from your lips, the feeling of his soft lips on you was becoming indescribable. the more he sucked the more clothes he took off of you. your jacket was glided off your shoulders as well as your shirt and now he was working his hand around to the button of your pants. he refused to just shed your pants without feeling you first. so on that note his hand dipped into your panties and his fingers brush against your sopping wet lips. you gasp feeling them breach you, twisting and turning inside of you trying to feel the spot that made you make the most noise. they soon found what they were looking for eliciting unholy moans from your throat. “your moans are so fucking sexy”, he growled, becoming more animalistic in his ways, licking and biting your neck in lust.

his fingers moved at an excruciating pace in the ridges of your wet hole and you felt weaker at his touch. you were so clouded you hadn’t realize that he already snatched off your panties and you were fully nude, clinging against his oily body while he was finger fucking you into oblivion. the tent underneath the towel was evident, and he acted on it as soon as he felt his tip throbbing in need. he substitutes you on the table instead of himself, removing the towel around his waist and positioning you on your stomach. he pooled some oil in the palm of his hand and rubs it over your back and most importantly over the curve of your ass, watching your skin gleam before he tosses the now empty oil bottle on the floor. he uses his hand to feel your pussy lips from behind, sliding it in between your slit whilst pressing his wet lips against your ear. “just let me use you. I won’t be long”. he made his word his bond, using a veiny hand to grip the edge of the table for leverage and shoving his dick inside you just like that. you yelped, suddenly remembering that you had to keep your noises at a low volume. he sits up and grips the cheeks of your ass, watching the rolls in your backside become more prominent the more he fucked into you. “fuckk this is it”. he groaned now taking a slower pace just so he could hear your oily counterparts slap against each other. he threw his head back and licks his lips in daze, forgetting about his life’s troubles and focusing on the way your walls clenched around him so well. you bit the leather of the massage pillow trying to keep yourself from going insane.

he was riding your ass slow and steady, rocking his hips into your pussy and admiring how much he made you stutter over your words. his body was draped over yours and his hand wrapped around your neck, necklace sweeping along the nape, gifting you low groans and curse words into your ear every chance he got. the way the table creaked each time he thrusted was an ego booster. he smirks and tongue kisses your cheeks without a care in a world for what an oily mess you both were. “you’re going to make me fucking cum, you know that?” he exhaled in the darkest voice he could muster. your eyes drove to the back of your head as his dick drove deeper into you. his strokes were painfully slow but you enjoyed each and every one of them, the tip was hitting spots that you thought only your dildo at home could reach. fire stirred at the pit of your stomach. you could feel yourself gushing with each move of his waist and it was driving you up a wall.

“oh my god”. you whined weakly, making him throb harshly inside you. he took his time to softly kiss down the spine of your back and work his way back up again to the back of your neck. It felt quite nice actually, romantic if you will. he slides a free hand over to intertwine with yours, while his tongue licks the undersides of your neck before delicately kissing those places as well. his lips landed on yours unexpectedly and he kissed you so passionately and careful you could’ve mistaken him for being in love with you. he hastens his pace while his tongue roams your mouth almost as if it were searching for something. you didn’t know what to focus on more, his sloppy tongue kisses or your much needed orgasm that was a second away from rippling through your body. either way you weren’t prepared for them both. streams of white ran down your thighs and he felt it all and groaned much louder. when he felt himself get close he parted the cheeks of your ass just so he could see your pussy getting filled with his seed, unbeknownst to you that he had a thing for cream pies.

he didn’t even give you time to relapse from it, he takes your chin and lands another wet kiss on your lips with his body still hovering over your now exhausted one. “thank you so fucking much. I’ll be booking another appointment soon”.

#jeongin smut #yang Jeongin smut #stray kids smut #skz smut #stray kids imagines #skz imagines

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