#ANYWAYS. gah hunter. oh you...

[toontownportraits]

so that new episode huh

[creative-kny-fics]

Idk but after the swordsmith village arc I've been craving something with mitsuri? Sooooo i was wondering if you could do something with mitsuri nezuko and genya? I'm not sure who I want as what, all I know is that I want ler nezuko, so maybe switch genya and mitsuri? But it's up to you 😊

(Ofc Don't worry about trying to get this done as soon as possible. Just take your time I don't mind waiting. And ofcccc no pressure! Feel free to decline this if you would like to)

Sorry for taking so long with this request! I'm so sorry!

Lers: Mitsuri Kanroji, Nezuko Kamado and Genya Shinazugawa

Lees: Mitsuri Kanroji and Genya Shinazugawa

'I'm surprised Genya, you've improved a lot. I'm happy about that', Shinobu smiled and caressed the younger's head, who looked away embarrassed. 'Th-Thank you...'

'Well, in a few hours I'll be able to discharge you, I just need you to take your medicine for the last time', Genya nodded, leaving the office, ready to go to her room, but...

'Genya!', he didn't know who that voice was, he turned around and found Nezuko, true, she could already speak, but... what was she doing here?

'Genya - Kun!', that voice did recognize it, it was Kanroji - San.

Genya wanted to get out of there, but Nezuko took his yukata and haloed him, preventing him from escape

'Nezuko-chan! Ohhh! Hello Genya-Kun! I came to visit Nezuko! I didn't think you'd be here, how were your wounds?' Genya froze, he didn't know what to answer, his face was embarrassed and he ran out of there.

'Hmm? He ignored me again?!', Mitsuri cried and frowned slightly before chasing after him and picking up speed because Genya quickened his pace.

'Oh! W-Wait! Kan-Kanroji-San!'

'First you ignored me in the hot springs and now here?! It's time to show you the consequences of ignoring a hashira', Nezuko followed in Mitsuri's footsteps, even though she was getting distracted by almost everything.

Finally when she arrived she found Genya struggling in Kanroji's grasp, who had taken his wrists and pulled them over his head, leaving the hunter helpless. 'MHMHMHMHMHM!!'

'Come on Genya! Laugh! Hmm? Oh! Nezuko! Come help me! It will be fun!' 'Funny!', Nezuko approached, she was going to do the same as Mitsuri was doing, but the blush on Genya's ears caught her attention, she couldn't help caressing them.

'GAH! NOHOHOHO!!' 'Ohhhh do your ears tickle?! So cute!' Mitsuri sang and gently lowered her fingers to his ribs, pretending to play a piano.

'NOT THAHAHAHAT!!', Genya lowered his head as tears threatened to well up in her eyes.

Nezuko took a good look at Genya, it reminded her of Takeo, and when she saw Mitsuri she saw her sister Hanako. She remembered how much his sister loved to tickle Takeo, and how it was always Nezuko or Tanjiro who stopped her.

'Hehehe! Take this and this! And-! Ehehehehehehe!', Mitsuri let go of Genya when she felt a pair of fingers running around her waist.

'Nehehezuko! It tihihickles!'

'Tickles!', Nezuko repeated, smiling.

Genya got back up in no time, it wasn't like him but, this time he also wanted to try it, he knew that Mitsuri wouldn't do anything to him if they stopped when he asked. Well, he had nothing to lose anyway, so he sat next to Nezuko, squeezing her ribs.

'Kyahahahahaha! Hehehehey! Yohohou twohoho! Heheheheheh! Gehehenyahaha! Nehehezuko!', Mitsuri laughed, she didn't resist, she just let both young people tickle her a bit, in any case, she didn't care

[idkfitememate]

Hey! 🐗 Here and I know that your oc is very different from another OC but they kinda reminded me of each other, *cough cough priests in mond cough cough* it's from a webtoon called breeze to ascension and I totally recommend it! I don't remember the name of the character right now but the story is really good and I think you might like it, based on my very bad character read lol. Anyway thanks for the answer and oh my gosh Ella, hilichurl OC's for the win!!!!!!!!! She is already in my heart and I love her!!!! Wings!!!! She is just so akbeksjqvmshdbwjs!!! Care to elaborate a little on her? My mind in already making up scenarios with her and I don't even know her lol

-🐗

I don’t usually read Webtoon but I can at least look it up!

Also Ella!! Yay!!! I love her sm I’d be more than happy to talk a bit more about her!

Her entire deal is that she is a winged Churl, which were thought to be extinct. If you look through the Genshin manga (or just look em up), you can see that they existed during the time Mond was under the aristocracy rule!

She is able to speak the common language and has “human” intelligence, making the Mondstadtians feel a bit off and iffy about killing them.

She a take-no-shit give-no-fucks kinda girl. She will fuck you up, no hesitation if you mess with her.

She’s essentially the Churl representative for Mond. Churls & humans have reached a kinda symbolic relationship here because of Ella’s & Ludwig’s attempts!

I can also say this about her, she fucking hates Liyue. She flew over it once, nearly got killed by a certain short Anemo boy. Fucking hates them. She hates a lot of thing ngl-

For world building I like to give them voice lines so here’s a few:

Good Morning: “What are ya doin’ out here? The sun’s barely up and you’re going f’ what? A walk?.. Let me come with. The sleepin’ pile’s gettin’ crowded.”

Good Night: “The moon’s up… Nice time f’ a bonfire beneath the stars… Wanna come? Pretty sure some of m’ mates are gonna sing some songs. You ever danced a Hilichurls waltz?”

Good Afternoon: “It’s nice ta take a moment… jus’ ta breath n’ take it all in… oh. You’re here too, I guess.”

Good Evening: “Nice crisp winds, perfect f’ flyin’. You got one of them uh… wing gliders? If not you can ride m’ back. No right grips or nothin’ though.”

When it Rains: “Guh… hate the rain… makes m’ hair all matted n’ stuff… you know how hard it is to comb ya hair with no hands?”

After the Rain: “Ngh… Now m’ all wet n’ cold n’ shiver-y…”

When it Snows: “GAH?! I don’t fly up Dragonspine f’ a reason!! To cold TO COLD!!”

When the Wind is Blowing: “Finally, some nice weather!”

About Ella: “What do ya wanna know me? M’ a talkin’ Churl who has wings. What else could ya possibly want ta know?”

About: Vision: “Vision? Don’t got one. Doubt the bast… I mean… people up in Celesta would even consider givin’ one to a ‘monster’ like me..”

About Diluc: “Diluc? Ya mean that guy who goes around at night beating m’ friends up? Yeah, hate his guts. Should see how he looks at me when I stroll around town durin’ th’ day.”

About Razor: “Wolfie? Ya I know im’. Nice little thing when ya really talk to im’. Nice hunter too. Gets th’ good stuff heh.”

About Klee: “The amount of time I’ve had ta tell her I ain’t for blowing up is insane. Good kid, don’t get m’ wrong just… uh… I don’t know what ta call her honestly…”

About Albedo: “The weirdo tries ta experiment on me every. Single. Chance he gets. Can’t shake im’ off or nothin’. Hate im’ and hate the way he looks at me… freak…”

I think I’m gonna stop here, but that’s the basis for her! She will beat you up, no hesitation, give her a chance. She will. And I wanna hear some of your ideas now that you know a bit about her! ☆૮꒰ˊᗜˋ* ꒱ა

Also more questions are always welcomed and appreciated!! ૮꒰˶ᵔ ᗜ ᵔ˶꒱ა˖⁺‧₊˚

[looniecartooni]

BBU/EWJ Fanfic- Embarrassing at Best Chapter 1

Disclaimer: Although this story does feature a character created by Doug TenNapel, the creator does not agree with and is strongly against his views. This is also not meant to ship the characters in anyway. The story is simply meant to mimic the style of both characters' universes to the best of the creator's ability on the fly while trying to be entertaining. Whether it is good or bad will be your personal preference. Thank you and hope you have fun reading this.

*Ahem*

Our story begins in space where the villainous Psycrow (Scourge of the Spaceways) has found himself bored while flying through space in his giant spacecraft.

"I'm bored," he says as he looks out the window at the vast nothingness of space. "I've been working so much lately. I finally get a chance to go on vacation and I can't even find anything to do! Yeesh... there's got to be a planet somewhere out here that's got some kind of entertainment. Some place I've never been to."

The old bounty hunter checks the monitor on his control system to locate a planet he hasn't yet plundered or gotten a bounty on his head for. But there doesn't seem to be too many places he can find within his vicinity. He was certainly far enough from any place Earthworm Jim would find him on. And far enough away from Insectica to be roped into whatever delivery shenanigans he'd have to do for Professor Monkey For a Head or Queen Pulsating-Malformed-ect. ect. Slug for a Butt. And certainly- there was no chance of a cow falling on his head all the way in this part of the galaxy. Yet, he still yearned for at least some sort of excitement- even if it just meant hunting down some sort of jewel in a booby-trapped cave somewhere.

He sighed. "When did my life come to this? So tied up with work that nothing else seems to make me happy. If only I had something to look forward to, like an event of sorts or a party invitation."

Just then- as if the universe heard his woes, a giant portal opened in front of his ship. The monitor was blinking like it had never blinked before, warning of the oncoming danger in front of him. He screamed, nearly falling out of his chair, before staring at the warning lights around him. Then- the power of the ship simply ceased. In confusion, he looked out the window to take another look at the portal. "Great," he grumbled, "A wormhole. Just what I needed. I try to get away from worms- and the universe opens a giant wormhole in front of me. Just great. Huh... it doesn't appear to be pulling in the ship."

Just then, a giant arm- wait- a giant leg belonging to a giant bird reaches it's way out of the portal. It's giant hand-like foot grabs the top of the ship and starts pulling it towards the opening of the portal. Psycrow screams again as his ship gets quickly jostled through the portal and into another dimension!

"AAAAAH!!!"

As soon as he gets through- he sees only darkness. A nothingness less than that of space. But it doesn't take him long to realize that he's been buried. He quickly scrambles his way out of the dirt and reaches towards the surface, like a zombie rising from the grave. As soon as his head makes it above the surface, he turns to see that he is in a grave. A grave with his picture on it and the eyes crossed out. He quickly jumps out of the grave and catches a glance at the mysterious mansion/castle in front of him. After coming to his senses, only one thing crosses him mind... money.

"A giant mansion in the middle of nowhere," he says aloud, recovering from his shock, "and they dare thought they mess with me? Oh ho- I'm going to be rich..."

He reaches for his handy stun gun (which one couldn't even catch him dead without) and quickly discovers that it's missing! His entire utility belt is missing! Along with his jet pack!

"Gah!" He hollers, "they robbed me before I could get to them! Ooh- that does it! Someone's going to wish they never messed with the nefarious Psycrow! (Scourge of the Spaceways)."

Our antagonist makes his way to the mansion, not aware of the ghastly dangers that await him once he enters...

End of Chapter 1...

[setagaya-division]

Happy Halloween! 🎃

From ENIGMA

Mina - Bounty Hunter/Vigilante

"Don't ask me about this outfit, please. I just threw together some stuff that Yorii thought would look good. I don't even want to go trick-or-treating, but Yorii insisted. Why, I don't know. Even if I did want to go, I don't see the point in dressing up. I'm a Halloween costume all by myself. Oh well. I guess you can have this. Have fun trick-or-treating, or whatever."

You received a treat!

Blood Red Candies. Spicy red candies wrapped in a blood red wrapper. As you try one, you feel like your entire mouth has been set ablaze as you run to find the nearest water source.

Elliot - Cat Boy

"How did I let Yorii talk me into dressing up like this? This is so embarrassing! And he even attached this collar on me! He said it would give me a more 'unique' feel, whatever that means. Gah, I really hope none of my classmates see me like this. I get teased enough as it is already. Here, you can have this. Just please don't tell anyone you saw me dressed up like this! Please!"

You received a treat!

Cat Treats. Despite how they look, these "cat treats", which are shaped like fish, are actually just peanut butter cookies. They're not the best, but they're not the worst either.

Yorii - Bunny Schoolgirl

"Look! I'm a cute bunny schoolgirl! Kaiji was the one who gave me the idea, and he even helped me dress up too! Don't I look cute? Don't answer that, cause I already know the answer! I just wish my siblings were half as enthusiastic as I am about Halloween. I had to actually get them to dress up! The both of them have no holiday spirit, whatsoever! Oh well! Anyway, take these and get! This bunny has to hop his way to Edogawa to meet up with a certain red-haired girl!"

You received a treat!

Orange Jelly Beans. Wrapped up in a carrot wrapping paper, are about a hundred or so jelly beans. They are sweet and tart. And the best part is you can save them for later.

[dreaminlittlenightmares]

I have two Ideas for a story. 1:The Hunter gives the Thin man a piece of his mind in front of the other pale city adults. 2:The docter asks the hunter about the mannekin parts in his attic.I would really like to see one of these.you can do none of them if you like.You can do both if you like.But i would really love to see at least one of them.

I went with the latter because I need the Hunter to answer some questions...

Title: Stitches Word Count: 802 Characters: the Hunter, the Doctor CW: Mild Language Use

The Hunter let out a low, deep growl.

"Stop growling," the Doctor muttered coldly, "You're not an animal."

"Do you have to be so slow about it?" the Hunter growled anyway, "It's just a flesh wound." The Doctor looked away from the Hunter's injured leg with a frown. Without remorse, he squeezed the wound, which prompt a sharp yelp from his friend.

"I don't know if you broke your Tibia or Fibula, but your screaming tells me your "flesh wound" has more damage." The Doctor turned his attention back to the Hunter's leg, and went back to wrapping. He was almost done. "I'm honestly still not sure how you keep falling for your own traps."

"Tch, it wasn't a trap this time." The Hunter laid back down on the wooden floor, arms crossed. "I just twisted my ankle on some roots and fell into a thorn bush."

"That was near one of your bear traps," the Doctor added, "Which still means you could have broken something. You did crawl back to your cabin, after all."

"Oh, shut up."

The Doctor looked back at the Hunter for a second. He knew his friend was stubborn and proud. He wouldn't be here treating him if this was a measly twisted ankle. The Hunter was used to fixing himself. This injury had to be more, but without an x-ray machine, the Doctor could only guess and be cautious. "You should have stayed where you were. If, by the off chance you didn't break anything, there's still a chance of a hairline fracture. Moving around could have made it worse."

The Hunter picked up his head and glared from behind his burlap mask. "And stay out in the woods at the mercy of the elements and monsters? Hah! I'd rather break the bone."

The Doctor shook his head. "Well, let me know if you want to really break you leg." He tightened the wrappings and tied them tightly. He was a bit too rough with his patient. The Hunter let out a gasp and snarled through his teeth.

"GAH! At this rate, you might as well saw it off, Doc!"

"Don't be dramatic." The Doctor rolled back and peeled off the plastic snack bags off his hands. He didn't have gloves, but he was still hygienic. The plastic bags were a good substitute to keep him from touching blood. "I tied it tight to keep it in place. If I had something to act as a split, it would be looser."

"A splint?" the Hunter asked, "I mean, there's probably something in the attic you could use. I have plenty of wood up there."

"Oh?" The Doctor looked up at the ceiling. "I suppose I can use something there, if you don't mind?"

"Whatever." The Hunter pushed himself into a sitting position. "The attic hatch is in the other room."

The Doctor left and crawled through the attic door. Once up there, he started to sneeze. He didn't want to stay long in the dusty room, and thankfully, he didn't have to. On his left, there was a crate of wooden pieces that were long enough to use as a splint. He took one and inspected it. It looked familiar. Wait…this was a piece of a mannequin from his Hospital! The Doctor dug into the crate again. The entire thing was filled with mannequin patient parts! No wonder he was missing a few pieces when he did inventory. The Doctor grabbed a leg and headed back downstairs.

"What is the meaning of this!?" The Doctor above the Hunter from the ceiling and shook the leg part he found.

The Hunter squinted at the leg. "I still have that!?" he exclaimed in disbelief.

"What is this doing in your attic?"

"…oh right! Yeah…" The Hunter scratched the back of his head. "I was trying to make an endoskeleton for one of my taxidermies. The mobility of the patients was impressive, so I must have taken one."

"But HOW!?" the Doctor swung down to be face to face with the Hunter. "Those parts are under lock and key. I don't part with them unless they're being used for surgery. You have, at least, two crates up there. How did you get them?"

The Hunter shrugged. "Ordered them? I don't know. I entirely forgot I had those. After I realized having a taxidermy mount that could move was a creepy-bad idea, I gave up on the project. Do you want them back?"

The Doctor poked his stubby finger into the Hunter's nose. "If you steal from me again, Hunter, I'll make YOU into a taxidermy-mannequin-patient project." His voice grumbled in a dangerous tone. The usually passive doctor only used that voice when he was truly angry, and it was always effective.

The Hunter shrunk back in fear. "Yes, sir!"

[1stunseeliefaelass]

How about a story about Ale's reaction to meeting C the first time?

This one gonna contain a few spoilers but oh well, things may change a smidge after a while anyway or it'll be here for me to add in properly later. Things'll also be a bit different from how you've known C's story as things have been changed since then, just not written yet. Imma fix that though, eventually hehe...anyway

Precious New Beginnings:

Ale was mostly enjoying her day with her Vanir love Eric. As always Eric would tease and prod her lovingly as she worked, but would help too. Tending to the various Limts on her humble farm, to making sure the village was doing well that day. Anything she could think of that needed doing, she'd get it done with Eric at her side. As the Elder, it was her duty to them after all.

Meanwhile Death was bracing himself on the way to her home. Worried about how the meeting might go. Two small legs dangled on either side of his neck as a little girl held onto his head.

"Hey Daddy, where we going?"

"To visit your Grandmother."

"Oh yeah I remember now. Hope she likes me."

"She'll love you, I promise. Besides, she's got lots of Limts like Fuzzball back home."

"Really?"

"Indeed. Remember what I told you though?"

"About how I gotta be careful because she's blind?"

"Guess that answers that question."

The girl giggled and cuddled her Daddy's neck excitedly. Before too long the two came upon the village of the White Wood Clan of the Lepus race. A group of hunters serving as guards approached cautiously at first before one rushed over upon recognizing their visitor. The girl had never seen the Lepus before, but found them quite tall and little imposing with all their gear. Their rabbit ears and feet only adding to the height.

The one approaching then began speaking to her Daddy, "Greetings Menahem, your Mother will be gladdened to see you."

"I should hope so, have quite the surprise this time.", Death informed the leader before helping the little girl down, "Well go on then, it's alright."

Shyly she spoke up, "Hi."

The hunter smiled at her, "Well hello to you too little one. Who might you bee?"

"Uhm...", she looked up at her Daddy briefly who gave a simple nod before continuing, "My name is Coventina, but I still like C too."

Death and the hunter shared a chuckle between them before the man told them, "Well I assure you child, Elder Ale will be delighted to meet you at long last. Perhaps a celebration is called for as well, we all still remember how torn apart you were when she was lost."

Death looked to the ground briefly in pause before rubbing his neck as returning his gaze to the hunter, "As do I, but I don't think the fanfare is all that necessary."

"Try saying that to your Mother."

"Ehhh fair. Course speaking of her, we best be going then. Good hunting today."

The man bowed his head with his hand over his heart, "If luck is on our side, so we shall bring bountiful food."

Death nods before coaxing his daughter to follow him. Leading her to that humble abode of his adoptive Mother Ale. He about helped Coventina up the stairs before she simply hopped up on her own. Shaking his head, he followed after her and knocked upon the door. After a moment or two of hearing sounds beyond it he deduced somebody was 'keeping her occupied', so he knocked again.

"Eric I can hear you two, do let my Ceise loose so that she can answer me please."

A few moments later and a big and tall man who wasn't a Lepus like the others answered in Ale's place. From what Coventina could tell, he looked taller than her Father and had more body fat to him. "You could stand to have some patience boy."

"Gah! Eric!", Death shouted before quickly covering Coventina's gaze. Luckily whatever it was he was hiding from her, she didn't see as he continued, "Tie up the fly please! I'm not alone this time!"

Eric shook his head but complied, "If you think this is bad, you should see your Mother."

"Eric you be quiet down there!", a gentle voice hollered from within.

Eric only turned his head back inside, "I'm only poking fun. Just get dressed and you'll be fine."

Death facepalmed before asking, "Can I just...come in now please?. I don't mind the wait...just be decent today. Like I said I'm not alone this time."

Eric looked back at him in response before glancing down at the confused child whose eyes were now released, "Ah. I see. Though you really should have called us."

"Yeah well I wanted to surprise you, mainly Ceise."

"Uh huh. Whatever you say Atan."

"Ceise and I may let you call me that, but I'm still not calling you Ceiser."

"Not yet at least mein sohn."

"Whatever you say, Vater."

Eric pointed at him, "There see you said it."

"I was being sarcastic! Doesn't count!", Death quickly shouted at him only to get chuckles in return.

Coventina simply just tugged his pant legs finally, "Daddy who's that?"

"Oh right, this is Eric. My Ceise's fiance? I think."

"How long they been together?"

"They met before...", Death began to say before Eric interrupted.

"He was a wee boy about your age and size at the time if memory serves."

Death groaned before correcting him through gritted teeth, "No I was not. I was already an adult by the time you met me."

"Relax I'm just joking boy. Although were you an adult? Thought you were not quite there yet that night."

Death shook his head, "No I was in fact a mature man after the...ordeal...was over."

Coventina then heard someone rushing downstairs and looked over to see a rather short Lepus woman. She looked really pretty, with kinked white hair like snow with partially fluffy ears to match. Her skin was golden brown in tone, C noticed a certain kind of mark though on her neck. And due to where she'd been growing up before being found, she knew what it meant...mostly.

"Oh so you were kissing?", she inquired innocently before pointing at the mark.

Death froze before gently putting her arm down, where as Eric tried his best to hold in laughter. Ale simply cocked her head confused at the child's question, "Hmm?"

"Ah sorry Ceise, I'll explain shortly. Just know that I came with her as a surprise to tell you that I found my daughter."

Eric immediately sobered up at that and Ale was the next person to freeze up. After a moment a stunned silence she then twitched her ears in Coventina's direction before moving her head next. Bending down carefully as vines on her wrists moved around Coventina like little snakes. Eventually Ale teared up which confused her more before receiving a sudden hug.

"Welcome to the family little one.", Ale quietly told her.

"Well, better celebrate then!", Eric exclaimed as he stood up.

Death waved his arms, "Really that's not necessary, we can invite my siblings to this obviously as they need to meet her too. But really, a celebration guys?"

Ale immediately perked at that and scooped up her little Granddaughter, "Of course Atan. We simply must celebrate to her being safe and sound after all these years. Besides, with the Council being as they are, perhaps a celebration will be neutral enough ground for your siblings to agree to silence on your behalf about her."

"Ever many steps ahead Ceise, but even so are you sure that will work as you intend?"

Eric smacked his shoulder lightly, though it still felt hard to Death, "Ah relax mein sohn. We are all family here, and thus we will discuss it freely alongside you."

"My Father's presence may also help quell things, and perhaps given the celebration's reason he'll actually behave himself around you this time Eric.", Ale piped up whilst prepping a nearby crystal.

"Uhm A-Ale...light and love of my life...are you sure he should.."

Death simply told him, "If we're going to be together as family and meet my daughter, then yes I want him here too. And I agree with Ceise, he might actually behave this time. Though telling him to do so may also help."

"Well said Atan, and fair enough though I was going to warn him anyway.", Ale replied before calling him up with her crystal.

Coventina in the meantime reached out to her Daddy, who took her in his arms gently. Eric used his own crystal next with the intent to summon the other three of Ale's children to the village to help prepare things and meet their niece.

Strife was keen on helping naturally, and delighted to be meeting such a cutie pie. He had no issue keeping his silence and agreed to it instantly. He figured the Council wouldn't like her being alive despite not being raised among the hordes previously. It was hard to trust them after all that happened. Fury was just glad to be doing anything right now and that she wasn't the only female beyond Ale anymore. But did express her concerns to Death before ultimately agreeing to silence for his and her niece's sake. Not wanting to see her brother spiral again like he did when initially losing his child. War was the hardest to convince into silence. He wasn't surprised at Strife's fast agreement, nor could he blame or judge him for it. But Fury's reaction did surprise him. Usually she was like-minded when it came to the Council's will. Sure even War knew the Council was dubious at best, but truly felt Coventina would be safest if they were told. But eventually after being reminded of how ruthless the Council was in dealing with their kin, and how cold they were in this most recent mission with Strife, he agreed to silence. Much to his elder brother's relief.

Strife doted on his little niece after the discussion and laughed with Eric about her noticing Ale's hicky. Also to Death's annoyance, they pranked him together, knowing he wouldn't show too much anger in front of his little girl. Fury didn't have the slightest clue how to interact with her at first, but eventually allowed the child to try braiding her hair. Eventually snickering as she fought the ever flowing, unruly waves of her hair. Finally just pulling her into a playful hug with tickles. War had the hardest time figuring out how to interact with her. But didn't eventually settle for letting her use him like a jungle gym. He was constantly on edge though, worried about accidentally hurting her with his size. But eventually settled down as Coventina eventually wore herself out and finally fell asleep on his massive hand. He got a bit of smug satisfaction from seeing how jealous Strife and Fury were, but didn't say a word of it. Instead he just handed her over to Death who couldn't help but use a crystal to record the various moments. Which War warned him never to show to anyone outside the family, getting a chuckle in response. Llildan did arrive during all of this and observed his great-granddaughter quietly.

Soon though, the eight foot tall Grand Elder was approached by Death upon being noticed, "Gras Ceiser?"

"Gras Atan.", he replied simply before turning slowly to see him approach. His mechanical parts ticking and quietly whirring as he did so.

"Thought you might've abstained, glad to see I'm wrong."

Llildan cocked his head his way, "Rare that you are glad to see me here."

"There's no arguements being had this time for one, and secondly despite the fights I know where it all comes from. Especially now that C's in my life again."

"I see.", Llildan replied before gently brushing some C's hair from her face, "You actually allowed it Menahem?"

"Why wouldn't I? Sure you had your reservations about me eons ago, but clearly you no longer do. I haven't forgotten Kothysos old hare. Besides, it's only right that you, her Pradedushka, be allowed to touch her as everyone else has done."

Llildan looked away at that, towards his daughter Ale who was currently dancing about with Eric and the people, "I wonder if she'd agree with you."

"It may not seem that way Gras Ceiser, but she does care about you still. She always will. Much like with me, despite how I may be or feel somedays. Something that may help, as much as you may not like it still, is giving Eric your blessing already. You and I both know your refusals and attempts to batter him haven't helped anything."

"Nor will they ever....you are right Gras Atan. I just worry she will lose him and...her heart will suffer....as mine did....when I...lost Shel.", Llildan explained, trying to keep himself together. Barely fighting his emotions down and the urge to simply use his switch as he always did.

Death noticed and how could he not? He placed Coventina down onto a chair before telling him, "Gras Ceiser, it's alright. I'm in no place to judge you, nor is anyone else here."

"I'm..sorry. I'm trying..to keep it together...but I can't...not much longer."

Death placed a hand to his shoulder, facing him, "That's nothing to apologize for, it never was Grandfather. I don't know if it will help, but I want to try something if you're willing to hear me out."

Llildan looked him in the eye, his own welling up despite their mechanical nature. Currant red with irises that twisted and worked like apetures of a camera, "I shall...try."

"Let us promise each other, right here and now, that we'll work to be the best Fathers we can be for our daughters. Be the best you can be for Ceise, and I'll be the best I can for Coventina. Like her, I know the man you truly are is still there behind all of the machinations. Prove it once and for all, please. Not just for her, but for yourself as well. I plan to do much the same for Coventina after all."

What came next shocked and surprised Death as Llildan hugged him. Letting everything out as Death felt that the usually cold mechanical parts of his body weren't so cold this time. Eventually recovering from the shock to hug him back, as difficult as it was given the height difference. Not even Death could remain resolute either before too long, and joined his Grandfather in the emotional release. Ale soon took notice of the two in their moment thank to her vines, and couldn't help but be proud of them both. Welling up herself as Eric held her close, wondering if perhaps Llildan would finally accept him into the family. Death's siblings didn't know what to make of the scene, beyond wondering if they were alright. Strife was just stunned into a frozen silence. Fury tried to speak but couldn't find the words.

War however, broke the silence between them, "Perhaps, this is a good sign."

"Uh y-yeah...", Strife stated before going back into further stunned silence.

Fury in the meantime finally found something to say as she looked away and spotted C sleeping in a chair close to them, "Shall I grab her real quick or will you two try it?"

Strife went to answer, but War did so for him, "She's fine where she is for now. I doubt this will last too long. Let them have this without interruption."

"Damn War, you just keep on surprising us huh?", Strife inquired almost teasingly.

"I am merely stating facts brother, nothing more. Try it sometime.", War mocked before walking away.

Strife then retorted, "Hey!", before hurrying after him.

Fury glanced back to see her brother and Llildan one more time saying, "Perhaps one day, you'll be this open with us again too brother. Until then, we'll be there waiting."

[joz-yyh]

Pretty sure the next chapter of Rust is going to be a flashback (so you can see more of how Tardif and Damian got closer), but at the same I am trying to figure out in which order these events should happen. Right now they’re kinda arbitrary and could be mixed an matched (just like the missions in the game).

I am excited about it though cuz you also get to see a bit of Tardif and Paracelsus’ friendship too. I know, hot take, but plague doctor is very unafraid of him and often torments him, unlike most of the heroes. Tardif finds this refreshing as he does irritating. He knows the scientist is more than capable of protecting themselves (yes, my PD is nonbinary) despite their small frame, but he’s still watchful of them. Also, Tardif learns of lot of interesting things from their experiments that come in handy later. Still a WIP mind you, but just wanted to share some of that here.

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Damian seems impervious to traipsing through the ick around them, Paracelsus too seems more fascinated by the squirming masses than daunted, kneeling down to scoop various samples of the warrens into their petri dishes to examine later.

Tardif is startled when the tiny researcher backs into him, their bony elbow catching his side as they stand up from scurrying around the spot he’s currently occupying.                       

“If I didn’t know any better, I’d say you were out of your element here,” they quip, but the humor is not quite evident in their voice. It’s more so dedicated to the intrigue of the glowing green swirling about in her vial.

“Just hurry up and collect your toys so we can go,” Tardif grumbles.

“Oh, you mean this,” They ask, shoving tweezers in front of his visor, dangling something repugnant and precarious from the ends.

“Gah,” Tardif cries, flinching away, trying to pretend he wasn’t revolted by the grime.

“You sure you don’t want to eat,” Plague Doctor asks him, “your metabolism is going to run out.”

“Not hungry,” Tardif barks, turning his head away and crossing his arms in disgust.

Paracelsus shrugs, shaking their head as they return the disinfected bowl of rancid food to rest in their lap.

“Suit yourself, but don’t come crying to me later when your accuracy turns to shite. I am not wasting any of my tonics on you,” they say, taking another spoonful into their mouth without a care for the health risks.

“Wouldn’t want to anyway,” Tardif says, “Can’t rely on blasted snake oil in a bottle.”

Paracelus turns to him, the beady lens of their mask sharp with an evil glint. The doctor flicks their spoon at him and the bounty hunter has to duck to avoid getting shot in the face with dubious porridge.

[ordinaryschmuck]

If Eda Found Hunter Instead (Part One Hundred and Fifty)

Everyone’s playing grudgby. Hunter has the ball.

Luz: Hunter!

He sees Luz waving her arms with Boscha a little bit in front of her.

Hunter: Luz, catch!

He throws the ball, but it ends up hitting Boscha directly in the face.

Boscha: GAH!

Hunter: Whoops! Sorry!

Skara: Quick time out! Cat needs to heal her.

Boscha: IF I GET A BLACK EYE, I’M GOING TO KILL YOU!

Hunter: I said I was sorry!

Willow walks up to him.

Willow: Was that really an accident?

Hunter: Oh, absolutely not.

Willow: ...We’re going to be her target practice if she wins, you know.

Hunter: Yeah, I know.

Willow: And you risked that just so you could hit her in the face?

Hunter: Indeed I did.

Willow: ...I weirdly respect that.

Hunter: Thanks. It was for you, anyways. Well, mostly for me, but also for you.

[danganronpasurvivoraskblog]

Inside the Mouth: Part 1.

...

*Clad in the stolen uniform, Makoto stands outside the facility, staring up at the large brick walls.

So? How do I look?

Komaru: Um...to be honest Makoto, we don’t really know. We don’t have you on camera.

Oh...Then, how do you know I’m here?

Hunter: Satellite footage. But you’re only showing up as a dot on the screen. It’s reading your heat signature. And the heat signatures of everyone else in the building.

Four: It’s not enough to see you, but it’s enough to guide you through the building floor plan.

Well, I’ll take whatever I can get I guess.

Byakuya: Emilia Feng’s meeting is gonna begin soon. Enter the building when you’re ready.

Got it. Should I just walk through the front door or...?

Leona: Are there any rear doors where he’ll draw less attention?

Kouji: What do you think Oliver?

Oliver: Hm...If you go round to the side, there’s a door there that you can enter. Security is there, but it’s not as tight.

Got it. 

Maya: If we’re lucky, they’ll just ignore Makoto entirely. 

Kuripa: Hey boss! Just try to put on your meek, harmless, oppressed by the system face.

Not sure what that means, but...ok...

Four: Don’t worry about it. None of the soldiers are gonna notice unless they take a close enough look. So Makoto? Try not to stand out in any way, shape or form.

Story of my life...

...

*Makoto enters the building and starts to walk around. He tries to control his nervous breathing. As he steps in, a few Fang Inc. workers inside the building turn his way and glance at him, but they say and do nothing else.

(Phew...looks like the disguise works...)

Hiro: The disguise works!

GAH! MMPH!

*Maya’s shout on the other end of the line causes Makoto to be startled. He jumps, which turns everyone’s heads towards him again, but he remains calm and keeps walking until he’s out of eyesight.

HIRO! You almost blew my cover!

Hiro: Sorry...

Oliver: Be careful! You don’t wanna know what Emilia does with trespassers!

*Makoto starts to climb stairs going up.

It’s on the top floor, right?

???: Oi!

!!?

Komaru: Makoto!

*As he climbs the stairs, Makoto is suddenly stopped by another man near him. Upon taking a second look, he realizes he’s carrying a mop and bucket.

Cleaner: I know I’m just the cleaner, but would it kill ya’ to wipe ya’ damn boots before comin’ in ‘ere!

Oh...I-I’m really sorry!

*Makoto continues climbing up the stairs, and as he does, he passes by two other workers, talking with one another.

Oliver: Makoto wait! I know this is random, but try to listen in on what they’re saying.

What? Why?

Oliver: Just trust me. I need to gather intel.

...

*Makoto does as he’s instructed and tries to casually get in closer.

Worker 1: This is a little outside my position, and yeah, I know the director is a genius engineer and entrepreneur, but lately it seems everything she designs is weaponized.

Worker 2: I know. She is a little obsessed, but it’s not like she’s trying to pick fights with people. She’s trying to keep people safe. In this day and age, that’s what we need.

Worker 1: That might be part of it, but if you ask me, I think she just likes that power. Maybe a little too much.

Worker 2: I wouldn’t let anyone else hear you say that pal. In fact, I don’t really wanna hear it either. Director Feng is a great woman. She’s changed the USA for the better.

Worker 1: I didn’t mean any slander by it. I agree. But I also know even power can sway great men and women alike.

...

*Makoto backs away.

Hiro: Damn. It’s like people are being brainwashed.

Kuripa: Guess there’s all kinds of mind control wherever you go.

Right...anyway, back to the mission.

*Makoto continues walking, but suddenly stops.

Um...guys? We have a problem.

Hina: Oh no...what is it?

The staircase going up is past that door, but there’s a security check in front of it. I need to present some kind of ID to get in.

But...I don’t HAVE an ID.

Maya: Aw shit! We forgot about that!

Oliver: Don’t worry. There’s a computer room down the hallway behind you. You can use it to create a forgery.

Toko: Just be careful.

I know...

Oliver: Hold on! I’m looking at the map, and I’m checking two heat signals outside the computer room door. People are guarding it.

Well, how am I gonna get around them?

*Makoto peers around the corner towards the door.

...

!?

Maya: He could take them out. He’s strong right?

Kuripa: Yeah boss! Kick their asses!

Four: That’s not safe. If anyone comes down the hallway and sees the bodies, they’ll storm the computer room and catch him.

Hunter: It’s game over if they do that.

Guys?

Leona: Why doesn’t he just hide the bodies?

Hina: Hide them WHERE? It’s an empty hallway!

Guys...?

Hiro: It’s not a problem if he just goes in and out.

Byakuya: Why does our solution have to be the most barbaric thing? Surely there’s another way to get them to move.

Toko: Maybe a distraction?

Guys!

Komaru: Guys, he’s trying to tell us something. What is it Makoto?

...

They’re both flat on the ground...

Four: WHAT!?

Kuripa: You already beat them up!?

I-I didn’t do anything! They were just lying here unconscious when I got here!

Oliver: Wait a damn second...!

*Makoto hears the sound of Oliver rapidly typing on his computer and clicking their mouse.

Oliver: Oh shit...!

Oh shit what?

Oliver: Makoto? I don’t mean to alarm you, but I just updated the satellite scan. There’s a heat signature that doesn’t match you, or any registered Fang Inc. members.

Which means...!

Maya: Someone unknown is in that building with you!

Toko: But...who is it!?

Byakuya: Could it be Zetsubou? Koime!? Otonokoji!?

Kuripa: Maybe it’s fucking Gyalusetsu...!?

Where...Where are they?

Oliver: They’re...in the computer room.

...

Komaru: Makoto wait! What if you get captured!?

Don’t worry Komaru. I got this...

*Makoto carefully opens the door and slowly, carefully, steps inside the computer room.

...

...!

Four: What? What is it!?

There’s...There’s nobody here.

Hunter: Huh!?

Oliver: That doesn’t make sense! It says there’s a heat signature right here!

Kouji: Check under the desks!

*Makoto frantically checks under each desk.

No, there’s no one.

Leona: Ollie...are you sure the satellite isn’t malfunctioning?

Oliver: I’ll reboot it. Give me a second.

Toko: While they’re doing that, get that forgery printed Makoto.

Oh, yeah, sure, let me just magically produce a forged ID pass. Because that’s something I know how to do.

Maya: Gimme a second.

*Makoto hears more keyboard noises.

Maya: Do you have your phone on you?

Yes, why?

Maya: There should be a wire in one of those computers. Plug your phone into it, and I’ll upload the specs into it. Then all you have to do is print it.

Alright...

*He plugs his phone in and waits for a short while.

Maya: It’ll take some time for the forgery to finish, so try to hold down the fort until then.

Alright...I’ll just...

Oliver: Oh SHIT!

!!?

Byakuya: What!?

Oliver: The scanner wasn’t broken! There really is another trespasser!

Leona: Wh-Where!?

*BANG!*

!!??

Oliver: ABOVE YOU! THEY’RE IN THE VENTS!

*As Oliver shouts this, Makoto suddenly hears a slam in the ventilation shaft above him, and looks up at a grate.

...!

*BANG!* *SMACK!* *CLANG!* *CRAAASH!*

!!??

*After some more pounding, the grate comes away...

...

*...and a figure starts to drop down from the hole...

[csigirl3137]

Unexpected

Pairing: Hiccup Haddock x Viggo Grimborn

Word Count: 1465

Warnings: Battle, sword fight, smut, anal sex, anal fingering, orgasms, possessive Viggo, sex with the enemy,

Authors Note: I'm new to this ship, but hey I fricking love it.

Summary: A sword fight between Hiccup and Viggo takes them into the woods away from the main battle. The fight turns into something unexpected.

White hot pleasure races through Hiccup's veins, the large hand over his mouth muffling his cry as the cock inside him drags over his prostate, the man behind him shoving Hiccup back up against the rough bark in front of him with every thrust.

There's muffled clanging to the left, metal on metal, the sounds of multiple explosions off to the right. His riders were giving the hunters hell.

And what was he doing?

Well...

Hiccup is currently pinned against a tree trunk, leather pants around his knees, completely wrecked, dick rock hard and throbbing as a man he very much should not be letting fuck him but he's letting him anyways,  fucks Hiccup towards an orgasm he knows will probably exceed every single orgasm he's ever had at his own hands.

"You're going to have a very sore ride home my dear, and you'll most likely be walking funny for a couple days" Viggo's familiar deep, silky, accented voice is right by his ear, the pace at which he fucks in and out of Hiccup, increasing.

Hiccup whines softly, not wanting anyone to hear him. The hand Viggo had over his mouth is now possesively wrapped around Hiccup's throat.

The combination of the arm around his waist, the thick tree trunk in front of him, the cock in his ass, and the large hand around his throat; Hiccup is completely helpless at the hands of the hunter chief.

He couldn't escape Viggo if he wanted to.

"We shouldn't... gah... oh gods..." Hiccup's eyes roll back in his head as he tries to speak only to dissolve back into moans and whimpers as Viggo makes him see stars.

"We shouldn't what? Hmm?" Viggo waits for a response from the wrecked rider, making sure to adjust enough to sharply hit Hiccup's prostate with the next few thrusts, the boy turning to goo, moaning in response.

"Use your words dear boy." Viggo taunts in the riders ear, knowing very well Hiccup was barely able to think straight right now, let alone form words.

It takes a minute but finally Hiccup manages to speak.

"We shouldn't be doing this!" He gasps.

Viggo hums in response, his grip on Hiccup's throat tightening a little as he pulls the boy back more securely against him. He's fairly certain he already knows the response he'll recieve, especially as he slows his thrusts.

The young green eyed rider currently impaled on his cock whines in distress at the decrease of the speed of Viggo's thrusts.

"Oh gods no! Please don't stop, Viggo please don't stop." Hiccup gasps desperately.

Thats the first time the young Hooligan has said his name since Viggo finally managed to disarm and pin him to this tree,  his sword against Hiccup's throat.

And now here he was fucking the young rider.

Viggo smiles darkly and resumes the pace of his thrusts before Hiccup spoke.

"You feel even better than I'd imagined my dear." Viggo kisses the side of Hiccup's neck, the pleased sound the rider makes shooting straight to Viggo's already hard cock.

"Maybe I won't let you go when I'm done with you. You'd make a very, very pretty pet." Viggo nips at Hiccup's pulse point drawing a gasp from Hiccup. He starts to suck a mark there on the riders pulse point, not caring that Hiccup would have to lie about its origin to his friends.

Viggo wanted Hiccup wearing his marks.

He'd suspected that Hiccup would look pretty all marked up with Viggos marks, and as he watched the skin of Hiccup's neck start to turn purple under his ministrations, he discovered that he was right.

"Viggo..." Hiccup had started to struggle a little in Viggos grip, the last thing he'd said coming off more threatening than considering.

Viggo yanks the boy back against him, trapping Hiccup between his body and the tree as he increases the pace of his thrusts again, Hiccup clawing at the bark on the tree as he's fucked, whining softly, tears running down his cheeks as he tried to prevent any of the actual sounds he wanted to make from escaping.

"As much as I want to completely claim and own you," Viggo growls into Hiccup's ear, relishing in the shiver that rolled through the riders body at his words. "When you finally become mine, it'll will be even sweeter because you'll have decided that you want to be. Not because I forced you too. Remember that dear."

Hiccup isn't quite sure what Viggo was saying, only catching a bit here and there, but essentially getting the message that Viggo wasn't gonna keep him right now.

He yelps as the hand of the arm Viggo had around his waist closes around his cock and starts to stroke up and down Hiccup's shaft with the pace of Viggo's thrusts.

"As much as I'd like to draw this out darling, the battle seems to be ending and so our little tryst must do the same." Viggo's thrusts into his body over his prostate, his stokes of Hiccups cock and his silky voice push Hiccup over the edge.

The hand around his throat is flying back up to clamp tightly over Hiccups mouth as he tenses, and then screams, his orgasm crashing over him in a wave of white hot heat.

The young Berkian completely shatters in Vigho's grip, eyes rolling back  into his head, body spasming, scream escaping his lips, walls clamping down tightly on Viggo's cock.

Viggo cums with a growl, fucking Hiccup through both their orgasms. He takes perverse pleasure from knowing that not only will Hiccup be sore sitting in the saddle flying back to the edge and walking funny the next couple of days, the young man also has to make the long flight back to the edge full of Viggo's cum.

A feral, possessive, heathen instinct rears it's head in the back of Viggo's mind as he thinks about Hiccup stuffed full of his cum, all his riders around and completely unaware. It was an ultimate claim.

God he wants to drag Hiccup back to his ship and completely destroy him again in the privacy of Viggos quarters and his large bed.

He looked so pretty shattering for Viggo like that.

Viggo withdraws from Hiccups body cum leaking out as he does.

Hiccup groans and goes slack against the tree in front of him for support. His legs are visibly shaking.

Viggo tucks his cock back into his pants and then uses one of his large fingers to swipe up some of the leaking cum from around the edge of Hiccup's hole, the boy crying out as Viggo uses his finger to push it back inside.

"Until we meet again my dear." Viggo presses a kiss to Hiccup's neck and then he's gone.

Despite wanting to just pass out against the tree in front of him from pleasure and exhaustion, he can't let his friends find him like this so Hiccup quickly tucks himself back into his pants, wincing at the sticky feeling of the cum leaking from his ass.

The thought of having to fly back to the edge full of the dragon hunters cum, that invisible claim mark so blatantly on Hiccup now, even tho his friends wouldn't know, makes Hiccup's dick twitch.

"Oh gods." He sighs as he turns around, presses his back against the bark of the tree, and sinks to the ground, hands pressed against his eyes.

What had he done?

He debates going to find them but then decides that his riders can come find him.

He needs a minute to get collected.

And so that's how Toothless and the riders find him, sitting on the ground, back against the tree trunk, still panting, but looking considerably less "I just had sex" like.

"Hiccup are you alright!?" Astrid helps Hiccup to his feet.

"I'm okay, just tired. Viggo's quite a skilled swordsman." He reassures them.

"Where is Viggo?" Fishlegs asks. Hiccup shakes his head.

"I don't know. He disarmed me, slammed the butt of his sword into my stomach and then I woke up against this tree." It's a blatant lie but his friends seem to take the words in stride.

"We got the lense. Let's go home." Hiccup holds up the lense that he'd pilfered from Viggo's belt as Viggo fucked into him.

So maybe he'd had an ulterior motive. But he still very much enjoyed how he'd been fuxked by his adversary and wondered if it would happen again.

His friends cheer at the sight of the metal piece.

Hiccup doesn't have to have super hearing to hear the roar of anger that echoes through the hunter camp on the opposite side of the island as they take off into the night as Viggo discovers what Hiccup has done.

[imagine4000]

Dinner Glitch Cont.

[NOTE: Hey guys. I hope you’re doing well during the holidays. If you haven’t caught up yet, this is another part of the Dinner Glitch turned fanfiction writing.]

[Anyway, let’s see how our heroes deal with this dilemma. Stay safe, healthy, and in holiday spirits!]

With a flick of his fingertips, a yokai with the head of a deer appears in-between his men.

“Oh. My. Pisces...that’s just not fair.”

“I know, right—why does everything look so cool with colored flames?”

“We finally meet, Dahlia. You’ve been giving my boys here a hard time, so I thought I’d step in for a change.”

“Thanks, I feel so~ special. And you are...”

“Artio,” he salutes, “my associates, Choiros and his brother, Hydor. We’re from the Rogue Hoarders Association.”

“I’m sorry—deer-head said what?”

“I’ve heard of you guys,” Dahlia glares, “your boss collects any knickknack and living thing he can grab.”

“And look who made the list.”

“Yeah~ I don’t think so. I’d like to breathe the air when not contained in a giant, glass jar.”

“Hey, I’m only doing my job, so let’s not waste time here.”

“Let’s not.”

FWIP!

🔥FLARE/BOOM!💥

The antlers extend as it explodes her powers on impact.

FWOOM!

“Dahlia!”

TUMBLE!

Donnie swoops in as they roll behind one of the tables for cover.

“Hey, what was that for?”

“You can’t fight with this toothpick stuck to yourself.”

“Well then what do you suggest—bake them a cake that says, ‘don’t kill us’?”

“Now who’s being sarcastic,” Donnie smirks.

CREAK/CLATTER!

Their eyes widen as the table is lifted by Hydor. Thinking fast, Donnie uses his spider shell to grab multiple supplies.

“Let’s. Get. Cooking!”

FWIP-FWIP—FWIP—FWIP!

CRACK/POOF/BONK!

“Dahlia, catch!”

FWIP!

Tossing her a rolling-pin, Dahlia heads towards Choiros.

HIYAAH/WHACK!

THUMP!

“Aw yeah~ that’s how we roll.”

WHIP!

“Woah!”

KICK/POW/WHACK/FWIP!

Dahlia dodges Artio’s attacks.

“Not bad, kid. If you’re lucky—hah!...our boss might let you be my sparring partner.”

“Hup!...Sorry pal, but I’m not looking for new employment.”

FWIP-FWIP!

She backflips and snags a two pipe-bags.

SPURT—SPURT!

“Gah! You little—!”

SPLAT!

“Smile~!”

📱KA-SHACK!🤳🏼

“Hah! Hey Don, check out my new piece!”

Ping!

Sent by text, Donnie looks at his phone while preoccupied with his battle shell flinging food at the heavyweights.

“Aha~ classic. I’m totally gonna blow this up and frame it.”

SPLAT/OW!

“Donnie!”

TOSS/AHH!

TACKLE!

“Augh/Ugh...”

SNATCH!

“Oh~ no/Wait-wait—”

🌪TWIRL-TWIRL~!🌪

“WOAH-OH-OH~!”

Choiros lassos them. 

FLICK!

“AAAHHH!”

And they fly out of the kitchen.

BAM/ACK!

Donnie shields Dahlia as his shell hits the wall.

SLIDE~...THUD!

“Anyone get the license on that bus?”

“Um~ Donnie...you good?”

The purple terrapin shakes his head and snaps out of it.

“Are we winning?”

“We will...if you don’t crush me, first.”

His eyes widen and blushes, realizing he’s still holding her.

“What the heck is going on?!”

The teens stumble onto their feet when Bruce gets their attention.

“Well, it’s—”

“That is to say...”

“And why do you have my sword?”

“What sword?”

“🤨...”

“...O-Oh~, you mean this. Funny story...well, not funny like ‘haha’ but like—”

“Heads up!”

🔥🔥FLARE~!!

The teens leap out of the way when a flaming hand tries to squash them. The hunters charge out, and Artio notices Bruce.

“Well, well, if it ain’t the big lizard himself.”

“Artie,” Bruce snarls, “you got some nerve showin’ up on my territory!”

“And you got some nerve calling me that stupid nickname.”

SNAP!

HISS~!

Callan and Cayden take a fighting pose, but Artio has other plans.

FLARE!

“Mr. Bruce!”

“Ngh!”

The reptilian yokai are trapped in the green ring, the heat rising over their heads, forming a cage.

“Okay, full disclosure, I did not know he could do ‘that’.”

“Ya think?”

“While you scaly fiends fry yourselves, we’ll be taking our prize...oh, and that turtle kid, too.”

“Dah—wait—who?!”

“Hey, the boss might give us a bonus for a freak like him.”

“Gasp! How dare you insult someone who’s fully aware of their ironic origin!”

“Hydor, Choiros, deal with the smart-aleck. I’ve got the girl.”

GROWL!

“Oh mamma-mia!”

FWOOM!

CLANG!

Dahlia blocks Artio’s heel with the katana’s sheath and jumps back.

“Dahlia, give me the sword!”

“I-I can’t—it’s stuck!”

“Dahlia, six-o’clock!”

WHACK!

BAM!

“Dahlia!”

She doesn’t react in time and gets flung to the other side of the room with a toppled table on her back. Artio’s flamed antlers rise as he approaches.

C-Clack-Clack

Dahlia struggles to pull the sword out.

“Nice try, kid...”

She looks up to see Artio, his men holding Donatello up on his feet.

“—but that weapon won’t obey just anyone.”

🔥FLARE!🔥 

“...!”

“NOOO!”

SHATTER!

Breaking through the barrier, Bruce flares fire out of his nostrils with rage as he growls.

👊🏼KA-POW!

Cayden and Callan tackling Hydor and Choiros as Donnie escapes.

“Keep—”

FWOOM!

“Your filthy mitts—”

KICK!

“—OFF MY NIECE!”

CRASH!

Bruce sends Artio to the ceiling, forming a crater of his body.

THUMP!

Once Artio passes out, Bruce turns to Dahlia as his reptilian henchmen tie up Choiros and Hydor.

“You okay k—”

“I KNEW IT! I KNEW YOU WERE MY UNCLE!”

She cuts him off screaming at the top of her lungs.

“W-What...you...you knew? How—”

“How could I not?! What—were you waiting to tell me until I was an old lady?!”

“Hey, this ain’t something you wanna bring up to your own family.”

“Still, I had a right to know!”

“And I have the right to not tell you!”

“I’m older now, I can take it just fi—”

“But I can’t! I can’t let them take you too!”

Dahlia goes quiet hearing his distraught voice. Bruce sighs and sits beside her, propping his arm on one knee.

“You were just a tiny thing back then when...when your mother passed. And your dad...my little bro...he was lucky to leave the family business while he still could. If not, things would’ve been tougher raising you. But after all that...”

Bruce glares at the enemy.

“Ordered by that obsessed collector, they hunted you and your dad until that day we both lost him.”

“So~ all this time,” Donnie intervenes, “those excuses really were to come spend time with her here?”

“Brainiac finally caught on. Good for you.”

“And~ I’ll just stand over there.”

“Does...does Hueso know about this? Is that how I got my job?”

“No, no, that’s not true. It was only until your third week on the job that I came to him and spilled everything. I was just surprised he let you stay on, but made him swore to look out for you when I’m not around. Besides...my job ain’t exactly the kind you’d be proud to hear every day.”

“...Uncle Bruce.”

The yokai looks down at his niece.

“I know it’s tough...for both of us...but you’ve been there for dad before and you still are with me. That’s enough to know how much you still care.”

Dahlia pats his shoulder.

“Like I told Donnie and his brothers...I don’t care who or what you are. You’re still my uncle and I love you no matter what.”

Bruce eventually smiles and helps Dahlia up on her feet.

“How touching.”

💥💥BOOM!🔥🔥

“Ack/Ngh/Dah!”

All of a sudden, a blast of energy forces them to separate. Artio creates fiery spheres circling himself.

“Boys, hold him off!”

Callan and Cayden face-off against the deer yokai while the others take cover.

“Donnie, quick! Get this sword off me!”

“He can’t do that.”

“What?!”

“Yeah—what? Why can’t I?”

“You should know how! It’s your sword!”

“But it’s made by your dad. He infused a drop of your DNA with any weapon he might’ve created. It’s a mechanism for when you’re in danger.”

“Well, it’s clear to me that I’m in danger and need help!”

“It’ll only work if you put your full faith and trust in it.”

“So, like bonding.”

“Exactly.”

BOOM/FLARE!

They hear the commotion and see Artio freeing his henchmen.

“And if you’re gonna do it then do it now!”

“...🤨🤨 ...”

“Uh—I mean...no pressure.”

Bruce turns around, cracking his knuckles.

“Alright, purple, let’s do some damage. Think you can keep up?”

“Does an atom have negatively-charged electrons orbiting its nucleus?”

“I’m gonna pretend you didn’t kill the moment and just say yes.”

“In hindsight to your question...let’s catch some game!”

FWOOM!

“FIBONACCI!”

WHAM!

Donatello surprises Hydor by turning his staff into the rocket-powered hammer, making him collide into his brother.

“Now that’s more like it!”

FWOOM/RAA!

KICK/SWING/POW/FWIP-FWIP!

While they’re holding the frontline, Dahlia stares at the weapon.

[Remember, Dahlia...the true power of a weapon channels from within the body, mind, and soul.]

“...*Exhale*...(mumbles)I hope you’re right, dad.”

Closing her eyes, Dahlia concentrates.

SNARL!

Choiros charges towards Dahlia.

POUND!

But he steps back when two duplicates of her familiar, Fable, in muscular form block his way.

POW!

Callan distracts him with a roundhouse kick.

“Your fight isss with me, rodent!”

SHAAA~

A thread of her powers begins to wrap around the habaki.

CLANG—CLANG!

Donnie swings his tech-bo to shield Artio’s attacks.

“For a big-head turtle, you sure know how to dish out in a fight.”

“Excuse me,” Donnie sarcastically retorts, “but this is Grade-A brain power here, buddy-o!”

“Then why did I just outsmart you?”

“Wait, what do you mean by—”

👊🏼💥PUNCH/GAH!

Artio throws a fist, spinning Donnie back before he shakes his head from the pain.

“Augh...okay, mocking me while off my guard. Pretty smart indeed...but I bet your insignificant mind didn’t think of this!”

C-CLACK/VRR/SHACK!

His bo turns into his multi-torture device, ready to strike.

FWIP!

🔥SLASH/FLARE!

Using his antlers, he cuts and burns half of it off.

“Oh...oh, okay...”

FLARE~

“Dah~ running away!”

Donnie dives to evade the others, eventually rolling in-between the bodyguards to where Dahlia is.

“Hey, um, remember when I said, ‘no pressure’? Well, I don’t mean to pry into your Zen-mode, but I’m feeling a lot of pressure right now and—and~ Good Galileo...”

What he sees makes him stare in awe.

SHAA~

Now shining like a thousand gems, the sword reacts with Dahlia’s powers, as she pulls the sheath.

SHWING~

C-CLANK!

“Is that...”

“Ooh~ ho-ho—this is gonna be awesome.”

BAM!

Bruce is slammed to the wall, lifted by Hydor’s iron grip.

“Hey!”

KER-POW!

“!?”

THWACK!

Not only Hydor, but Choiros is also knocked out and blown aside.

“You know the rules.”

Everyone turns to Dahlia, the sword’s appearance completely altered.

“Start throwing fists and I’ll throw you out on your keister.”

TO BE CONTINUED...

[hanii-rose]

hiii...ok so your headcanons are amazing and ily. could i request headcanons on garou with a s/o with thick thighs. i'm super insecure of my thighs because i don't have a thigh gap and it's super embarrassing

My headcanons are amazing? You love me? I-

Here you go baby( ˘ ³˘)♥

Also, no need to be embarrassed. I also don't have thigh gaps which really helps when I feel like crushing the heads of my enemies between my thighs...

We strong ᕙ(⇀‸↼‶)ᕗ

And so is the sexual tension in dis fic lol

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Garou With An S/O Who Has Thick Thighs

If you think having thick thighs in this relationship is a drawback then you are absolutely correct.

When I say it's a drawback, I don't mean it's ugly or unwanted, no no no.

I mean Garou will drive you mad for a chance to put his head on your lap, all day, everyday!

And when I say he wants to put his head on your lap, I mean he wants to bury his face in the soft, supple flesh of your thighs.

Just let him live there, c'mon!

You can bet your non-existant thigh gaps that he's kissing and biting you there, very harshly might I add.

He's always telling you, "Gah, it's so soft!" or "Fuck, I want this here!"

If you're just sitting on the couch and he's stealing meat from your fridge, he'll notice what you're wearing and if it's even slightly exposed above the knee, he's there. Like, HE. IS. THERE.

Meat long forgotten, your thighs are his new meal lol.

Let's say you're just coming out of the shower, towel wrapped securely around your gorgeous frame. He's pouncing on you, specifically getting handsy with your thighs and calves.

He likes natural looks so cellulite doesn't bother him. In fact, he's poking and caressing them fairly often.

If you're talking bad about yourself then he's slamming that shit down and showing you how much he loves you. Like really showing you...

If you wear something like thigh-highs, gurl- He'll be taking them off with his teeth, thank you.

★★★

You sit curled up on your window seat, the soft light of the sun shimmering in through the transparent glass of your window. Your hair fell daintily around your shoulders, arms resting on folded knees, novel in hand, dressed in nothing but a loose shirt and a pair of sheer white, lace-wrapped thigh high socks. Oh, the serenity that's surrounding you right now, indescribable.

Your boyfriend concentrated on doing push-ups outside in your backyard. You could see him from the corner of your eye behind you, pushing himself up and down, an extraordinary array of large rocks or maybe...boulders on his back....?

You tore your eyes away from the worn, coffee stained pages of your vintage fantasy novel, intrigued in the way he worked on himself. Taut muscles contracting and loosening, glistening beads of sweat slowly gliding down his bare, shaped biceps. Hair tussled and messier than usual, a few rebel strands falling onto his forehead from his otherwise proud-spiky style. His face, dark, focused and handsome... oh my

Whenever Garou worked out, he really worked out.

Nothing could distract him from his daily routine of exercising, flexing and unintentional teasing. He was hell bent on being fit and able. He used to be the infamous Hero Hunter ya'know! He has to be sharp and ready at all times.

Can't be caught off guard like that one time while delivering boxes. That dude had no chill, throwing darts at him like that...

You bit your lip in admiration of his movements, your thighs coming together, unable to contain your excitement for a touch from him. He noticed you shyly peeking from the other side of your bay window and he silently beckoned you over, tilting his head to gesture for you to come around.

You gave a little nod to his beckoning, placing your book neatly on the tall bookshelf next to you and dusting yourself off, readying yourself to see him.

When Garou had come to visit you this morning you had been wearing one of his trousers, knowing him, if he saw even a tiny section of your thighs, the man would go absolutely feral. But since he had went outside for a 3 hour work out earlier, you decided pants were too overrated for you and you easily discarded them, got comfortable and started reading.

Garou was very serious about his workouts. He would never stop, not for anything...

Except maybe you. And thats when you had a stroke of genius. He was teasing you all this time, flexing and sweating. Time for a little payback.

>>

You peeked around the doorframe that led to your backyard where Garou stayed, exercising.

"Well, aren't you working hard?"

You slyly spoke, smile coy.

Garou grunted in response and you sighed, slowly walking around to him, hips deliciously swaying, shirt hiked up above your thighs and socks visibly tight around your ample flesh.

You stood bold in front of his head as he pushed himself up. His eyes widening at your apparel. What are you doing?

You licked your lips teasingly, and lowered yourself down onto the grass, knees folded, sitting upright.

Garou stopped momentarily, craning his neck for a kiss and you gladly obliged, leaning in and leaving a chaste kiss on his lips.

"Finally took...my advice, huh...?"

He said in between breaths.

"Who... needs pants...right? Heh..."

He lowered down slowly and you copied, your head resting on your arms on the ground, fingers playing with the little blades of grass, butt in the air

"Mmm, it just feels so good outside."

He grunted, agreeing.

Your eyes trailed up to his face and you cast him an innocent smile.

You slowly raised yourself up in front of him, pushing up your hair and sitting straight, knees folded in a 'W' position.

"What...are you...tryna' do?'

He breathed out.

"Hm? Nothing, I just wanted to come outside and spend time with you..."

You responded in the sweetest tone.

Oh please. He knows what game you're playin'.

Comin' out in nothin' but a shirt and socks? Sweetie, ya' can't take him for a fool...

He ain't stoppin' for you.

"Funny... you've never been... into fitness that...much..."

He slowly spoke.

"Oh, well I just wanted to be closer to you. Is that such a crime?"

He snorted. You wanted to be closer to him? Why not just lay down under him and wrap your gorgeous legs around him then? Let him feel the plumpness.

"Don't you want to be with me too? Why don't you stop what you're doing and come here."

Your innocent voice matched with your sultry expression did a number on him. He bit his lip, trying to resist the temptation.

You outstretched your arms, fingers opening and closing, waiting for a hug.

"Nice try, I ain't stoppin' love."

You chuckled and got into position.

"Not even for this?"

You unfolded your knees, sitting so close in front of his face, that every time he'd go down for a push, his cheek or chin would brush against your thigh.

Tantalising,tempting...

You leaned back on your elbows, your hair now spilling onto the grassy mat under you.

Garou licked his lips, golden eyes flicking up to look into your innocently coy ones.

He lowered himself down once, his chin lightly coming into contact with the lace of your frilly socks.

Raising himself up, he looked at you with irritation, behind that expression lingered want.

Going back down again, your knee bent slightly inwards and gently touched his cheek. He took a whiff.

C I T R U S

Delicious.

Coming back up, he balanced his whole body weight on one arm, an impressive feat with all of those massive rocks on his back.

"𝕐𝕠𝕦 𝕜𝕟𝕠𝕨 𝕀 𝕔𝕒𝕟'𝕥 𝕙𝕒𝕟𝕕𝕝𝕖 𝕞𝕪𝕤𝕖𝕝𝕗 𝕨𝕙𝕖𝕟 𝕪𝕠𝕦 𝕙𝕒𝕧𝕖 𝕪𝕠𝕦𝕣 𝕤𝕠𝕗𝕥 𝕝𝕚𝕥𝕥𝕝𝕖 𝕝𝕖𝕘𝕤 𝕠𝕦𝕥 𝕗𝕠𝕣 𝕞𝕖."

You slyly laughed, his statement so shamelessly flattering.

"Yes, I do know that, Garou..."

His movements stopped momentarily as his free hand softly caressed the exposed part of your thigh, between the hem of your shirt and the frills of your socks.

"𝕊𝕠 𝕤𝕠𝕗𝕥..."

"Hmm, do you like it like this?"

He chuckled, raspy and short of breath.

"𝕀 𝕒𝕕𝕠𝕣𝕖 𝕚𝕥."

He was struggling, it was obvious. He wasn't trying to hide it anyway. He couldn't if he wanted to.

Dammit, yer' too good!

And in 3 2 1...

The rocks start slipping off of his back, landing on the ground with hard, muffled thuds. Oh, you've really done it now...

Garou sits up, stretching. He grips both of your calves hard and pulls, bringing you onto his thighs, holding you in place.

No squirmin', just sit still...

"Do you have any idea what you've done...?"

You wrap your arms around his neck, holding his face close to yours.

"What if I do?"

His lips came mere centimetres from yours and he whispered roguishly.

"You've made me drop my rocks..."

Silence overtook you until you burst out laughing. What does that even mean?!?!

"Wha... Garou haha, what are you even saying?"

He growled menacingly. How dare you? First you tease him into being distracted and now you make fun of him?

Ohhh, yer' in for a good one...

"Listen here sweetie, we're gonna head on inside, and I'm goin' to finish you, do ya' hear me?"

You nodded, obligingly.

"Yes, sweetie ���"

He stood up tall, carrying you by the strong grip he had on your plump thighs.

"So beautiful. I'm gonna bite em'..."

You giggled softly, and held onto him tightly.

You knew what was coming next, craving it. And you'll give it to him too.

Ah, there we go...

Garou's setting you down onto your window seat again and looking softly into your eyes.

"Are ya' ready? We're gonna go for a long time today."

You shyly nodded, confirming.

He sat himself down on the ground near your legs, getting into the correct position. His head coming down to rest upon your thighs, your frilly socks tickling his face, breathing calm.

And then, he's baring his teeth, biting and sucking on your ample skin. He's pulling your thigh-highs down inch by inch, kissing.

"Oh, Garou!"

He's smirking victoriously.

"Let's begin, shall we?"

It's safe to assume he got a different kind of workout that day. The one where he's goin' up and down on you nonstop, if you know what I mean (ಠ ͜ʖ ಠ)

[razieltwelve]

Cover Story (Final Rose)

"I’m never quite sure whether I should be flattered or insulted that I’m your favourite cover story.” Claire took a sip of her hot chocolate and then reached for a scone. “Although I won’t say no to some free food.”

Weiss took a deep breath and savoured the scent of her freshly brewed coffee. “A great many people would be honoured to go on a date with the heiress to the Schnee Dust Company.” She lifted her coffee to her lips.

“Then why not ask Ruby to come with you next time?”

The spray of coffee from Weiss’s mouth would have made a spectacular mess if Claire hadn’t used a well-practiced application of her Semblance to vaporise it.

“What?” Weiss spluttered. “I... but... gah!” She wiped her mouth with a napkin and then glared, inordinately glad that she’d secured a private booth for this ‘date’. “You’re a terrible person, and you’ve been spending entirely too much time around Jahne.”

“Jahne would have waited until you were eating something to see if she could make you choke.”

Weiss huffed. “Yes, I suppose she would have.” She gave Claire another glare and took a cautious sip of what was left of her coffee. “But Ruby is neither here nor there.”

“You do realise that your father most likely wouldn’t object. Ruby is, after all, hunter royalty. Her parents are members of Team STRQ, which might just be the second most famous team in the world.

“That may be true, but my father has... exceedingly high standards.” The way Weiss spoke ‘exceedingly’ made it clear that she was using the word as a euphemism for something far less polite. “Your father is a member of the most powerful team in the world. My father would see Ruby as a step down and demand to know why I haven’t managed to seduce you.”

Claire raised one eyebrow. “He wants you to seduce me?”

Weiss’s cheeks flushed in a combination of anger and embarrassment. “I will not repeat his exact words. I value your friendship far too much to repeat such... vulgarity, but he was very clear that I was to do whatever it took to secure an alliance between your family and mine.”

Claire took a calming sip of her hot chocolate, but the way the table had begun to rattle made her feelings known. “Weiss... did your father ask you to... to prostitute yourself?”

Weiss stared into the dregs of her coffee. “Your father is one of the most powerful huntsmen in the world. Your mother is likewise one of the most powerful huntresses in the world. And then there is the matter of your extended family. One of your aunts is not only incredibly powerful but also married to the founder and owner of the most powerful company in the world. Another one of your aunts is either the most powerful person on the planet or married to the most powerful person on the planet. And that’s just on your mother’s side."

“Even so...” Claire reined her Aura in before it could frighten everyone else in the cafe. 

“It would be good business,” Weiss said, too calmly for Claire’s liking. “Just think of the benefits. If you and I were to marry, my family’s power would reach new heights. Given your family’s famously protective nature, who would dare to oppose us? Who even could?”

“That’s not why people should marry,” Claire said. 

“In an ideal world,” Weiss replied. “I would marry for love, but we don’t live in an ideal world.”

Claire scowled and then reached across the table to cup Weiss’s chin. She tilted the other girl’s head back until they could stare into each other’s eyes. “Weiss, don’t turn yourself into a martyr. It really doesn’t suit you.” Her voice softened. “I don’t like to speak ill of someone’s family, Weiss, but your father is full of shit.”

“...” Weiss stared at Claire for a long moment and then burst out laughing. It took her almost a minute to get her mirth under control.

“Feeling better?” Claire asked.

“Yes. Yes, I think I do.” Weiss sighed. “It’s not often someone is willing to speak so...bluntly about my father.”

“You should hear what my dad says about him sometimes. Yeah. My dad never helped your family because of your father. It was because of your grandfather, your mother, and you and your siblings.”

“I did get that impression,” Weiss murmured. “Professor Villiers has always been... polite to my father, but he was always much warmer with the rest of us.”

“Anyway,” Claire said. “If your father is pressuring you, I’m happy to help, but you’re going to have to deal with him at some point.”

“A few more years,” Weiss said quietly. “I’ll be strong enough by then to do something, but not yet. And by then...”

“By then Ruby might be famous enough in her own right,” Claire said. “The way your team is going, that’s a bet I’d be happy to take.” She paused. “But there is another option.”

“Oh?” Weiss raised one eyebrow.

“Tell my Aunt Lightning what your father told you to do.”

Weiss’s eyes widened comically. “She’d kill him!”

“And she’d get away with it too,” Claire said with a grin.

Weiss giggled. “I... I will keep that in mind.” She shook her head. “I know it’s absurd given how poorly he has treated me, but he is still my father. There is a part of me that still loves him. I suppose that makes me foolish.”

“It makes you human,” Claire replied. “And a far better person than he is.” She reached across the table and patted Weiss’s hand. “But if things ever get too bad, if you ever need somewhere to run to... my family’s door is always open, you know that, right?”

“Yes, of course. Thank you.”

Claire snickered. “You can hang out in our guest room. I know my parents would be happy to have you around, and, hey, I dare him to try something while you’re under our roof.”

X     X     X

Author’s Notes

Weiss’s father is obsessed with securing more power. Having secured vast amounts of economic power via the SDC, he wants access to the highest echelons of hunter society because, ultimately, that’s where the real power is. Elite hunters are the backbone of society. Without them, survival would be impossible, so they wield enormous influence across all areas of society. Take Lightning. What government in the world wouldn’t give her whatever she wanted to move her family into their territory? Her mere presence is basically a guarantee of safety and prosperity because she can murder just about anything that tries to attack. 

However, Jacques miscalculated badly. He and Winter are estranged with Winter viewing Ironwood as more of a father and mentor than she ever viewed Jacques. She certainly won’t listen to him or help him access hunter society. Weiss is basically his best shot since Whitley doesn’t show the same level of promise. That’s why he is so insistent on her pursuing someone like Claire because that would give him the access that he craves. He views any potential marriage for Weiss strictly in terms of what it can get him and the SDC. Yeah. He’s not a nice guy. Jacques even tried to throw Weiss at Trajan once, but Yeul stepped in and warned him in her best Grand Seeress fashion that it would not end well for him if he kept pushing Weiss at people. He backed off from Trajan, but he chose to ignore the generality of Yeul’s warning. 

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[trashyswitch]

The Pride Twins Life

Roman and Remus are twins in the pride lands. They fight, play and hunt a lot. This is their life as monarchs.

This fanfic is for Pumpkinpaw, my darling! I hope you enjoy!

Roman and Remus are lions. They live in the animal kingdom since they were cubs. Now they’re getting to be teenagers, and we're getting to be the age of king. Roman was the oldest of the two, meaning he was next in line for the throne of King of the pride lands.

Today, the boys were fighting each other in the forested part of the kingdom.

“Come at me, brother!” One of them yelled.

“Oh I will...When you least expect it!” The other brother yelled.

“Oh for Remus’s sake, Roman! Just get him!”

Roman growled and tackled down the teenage cub that was there in the crowd. “NEVER use my brother’s name as a curse word, you FILTHY, DISGUSTING-”

“HEADS UP 7 UP!”

CRASH! The boys fell to the ground as Remus, the one with the grey tuff of hair in front of his face, tackled his brother down to the ground. “You don’t need to call the other kids names, you know. They’re gonna become your noblemen one day. So don’t be a nipper to your noblemen!” Remus ordered.

“Don’t tell me what to do!” Roman ordered.

Remus clawed his face. “Fight fast then, dingleberry!” Remus smirked.

Roman jumped up onto his hind legs and tackled the brother down, roaring in his face. Remus whacks Roman’s face with his tail, making him further enraged.

“Come at me!” Remus orders in his strong, determined voice. “BRING ME DOWN!” He roared loudly and hopped around on his front legs.

“Oh...I will.” Roman pounced onto Remus and landed his brother onto his back. Remus turned himself around, and tackled Roman down using his front paws on his back. “And STAY DOWN!”

“NEVER!” Remus got back up and jumped up at Roman, taking him down with his body. He scratches, ruffs him up, and kicks him a few times, before being booted off by Roman.

“Take it easy, Remus! I am still your brother!” Roman told him.

“No. Real men fight strong. Fight off the predator!” Remus told him.

Soon, Roman looked over at the lone zebra that was sitting there, eating the grass. “Quickly...Come.”

Remus followed him into the grass and hid from the zebra. He walked through the grass, making sure each and every step was a quiet one.

Roman took off running for it first, while Remus waited for his turn. When the zebra took off running the other way, Remus took off with it, trying to catch it off guard. Remus managed to grab its tail, rip it off, and grab its leg next. “Gotcha-GAH!” Remus was thrown off and kicked by the zebra as it took off the other way.

Roman pounced onto the zebra, and bit into it. As much as it bucked, Roman wouldn’t let go. Remus, who was only hit in the belly, took off running for the zebra. He sprinted to the zebra, jumped, and locked jaws with the zebra’s leg. The zebra let out a yelp in pain and fell to the ground with a loud thump. With the zebra down, Remus and Roman scratched and mauled the zebra till it was nothing but fresh, unskinned meat surrounding a pool of bright red blood.

“Yes! We got it!” Roman declared.

“WOO! Look at us go!” Remus cheered.

“Now to celebrate with a snack!” Roman told him.

“Alright! Let’s dig in.”

“Ahem!” Someone called.

Remus lifted his ears and looked up, widening his eyes. It was their mother…

“Boys, come here.” he ordered.

The boys nodded and sat down in front of her.

“I am proud to know you boys can handle a zebra on your own...I have raised strong boys.” She told him. “But I have also raised risky, unsafe, and disobedient boys.” She told them. “What have we told you about fighting?” She asked.

“That...we can’t do it on our own yet…” Roman replied guiltily.

“That we need the rest of the hunters to help us hunt.” Remus added.

“We’re sorry.” Roman told her.

“I am too.” Remus told her.

“You know what has to be done now, I believe?” She asked.

“We...don’t get to eat it.” Roman said sadly.

“You boys will be allowed to eat some of it.” She told them. “But a majority of the meat will go to…Elder Eve.”

“What?!” Roman reacted.

“Come on...We caught it though!” Remus reacted.

“And she needs food. She’s been living off little food lately.” She told them. “And that zebra might just be enough to keep her satisfied till she dies.” She told them both.

“Yes Mom.” Roman replied.

Remus sighed. “Yes Mom.”

“You will also need to drag it back home. So I hope you’re ready for a long walk.” She decided.

Roman sighed and picked up part of the zebra while Remus picked up the other side. They started their long walk back to the pride tree, where their home was. Roman and Remus were exhausted by the time they made it back to their home. But they never complained.

“My goodness...What a catch!” Their father reacted.

Roman lit up. “It was alone in our territory! We hunted it down!” Remus told him.

“With the help of the hunters?” He asked.

“Well…” Roman looked down and pinned his ears back.

“I see. Do you remember what we told you a-”

“I already had this conversation with them about it.” their mother told her husband.

“Very well.” He replied. “Can you guess who will be having this?” He asked.

“Elder Eve…” Roman told him.

“She told us about that too.” Remus told him.

“You get to have a share too, young hunters.” Their father rolled the kids onto their backs and clawed at their belly playfully.

“HEHEHehehehehey thahahahat tihihihicklehehehes!” Remus laughed.

“Dahahahahad! Stahahahap thahahahahat!” Roman laughed.

“Who dares make my boys look like fools? No one!” Their father declared.

“NOHohohoHOHO OHOHONE!” Remus declared.

“Nohohoho ohohone!” Roman declared next.

“And who alerts the hunters the next time there’s a lone pray nearby?” He asks.

“UHUHUHuhus!” Remus laughs.

“Uhuhuhus!” Roman replies.

“Now, aren’t the boys a little old for that?” She asked.

The father laughs. “No one’s too old for a little tickling.” He replied as he stopped.

“Whatever you say.” She teases, before poking his side.

“HeHEy! Hey now, don’t be playing like that, Rhea.” He warned.

“And why is that?” She asked.

“Because you’re just asking for tickles next!” The father tackled her down and started tickling her belly with his beans.

“HEhehehehehey! Hahahahahahaha! Stahahahap thahahat yohohou!” She ordered.

“Naaah, I like it when you laugh, Rhea!” He told her.

“Ihihihi hahahahate ihihihihit!” She fought.

“Hate it? How could you hate tickling?” He asked.

“Not tickling...Ohohoho…” She took a second to breathe. “Ihihihi hahate my laugh.” She told him.

Their father just about had a fit! “Now you listen here, Ms. Silvia! I will tickle you till the kingdom come if you don’t like something as beautiful as your laugh!” He declared.

“Gohohoho tickle the boys if you wanna tickle people!” She told him, pushing him away.

He sighed. “Fine. I’m gonna getcha boys!”

“MOM!” Remus yelled.

“NOHOHOHO!” Roman laughed nervously.

“Yes! Now get over here!” The father took off running while the kids ran off first.

“NEHEHEHEVER!” Roman laughed.

“NOT GONNA HAPPEN, DAD!” Remus fought.

“I’ll get you soon!” He declared, running off.

“Not gonna happen, eh? We’ll see about that!” He pounced onto the kids and started ‘nibbling’ onto Roman’s belly. “Omnomnomnomnom!”

“EEEHEHEHEHEHEHEHE! NOHOHOHOHOHO!” Roman begged.

Remus, eager to get him back, bit his leg.

“AAAAUGH! YOU GOT MEEEEE!” THeir father suddenly cried out. “NOOooo! You got me, you strong child of mine!” He fell backwards and flopped onto the ground. “Tell your mother I loooove heeerrr…” He placed his head into the grass and froze still for a minute or five.

“P...Papa?” Roman asked. “Remus, you killed him!”

Remus’s ears pinned back. “No I didn’t! All I did was bite his leg!”

“And you killed him with it!” Roman reacted.

“Did not!”

“Did too!” Roman smirked.

“Did not! And you know it too!” Remus mentioned.

Roman smiled. “Okay, yeah...I know it too.”

“Now why did you say that, Roman?” Their father asked.

“Because it was gonna start up a fight.” Roman replied.

“He did do the right thing.” She told him.

“Yeah? Well, he’s getting tickles for it anyway.” Their father said as he started tickling Roman all over again.

“HEHEHEHEY! STAHAHAHAP!” Roman laughed.

“Me too! Me too!” Remus begged.

“Alriiiight~” Their father winded up tickling both boys at that moment, and tickled them for a while.

Even as a lion teen, you never grow old of the old little tricks that were meant for the cubs.

“Let the kids have their fun!” Their father would continue to tell his mate...

[apenapaperandadoofus]

5 for the song ask 👁

Oh nice! I'll choose the character since you didn't exactly specify hehe I hope you like it!

Prompt from: Give me a character and a Disney song

Kiss the Girl (Yoosung x Fem!MC)

Saeyoung sighed as he laid his head on his hand. His twin brother who was sitting beside him didn't pay any attention and kept his focus on the snacks in front of him. It helped if he focused on only one thing, he still wasn't used to being around a lot of people, specially the type of loud, fancy and extravagant guests that always ended up invited to the RFA party for some reason or another. Saeran didn't exactly want to spend the evening with his brother, god knows he's had too much of that crazy idiot at home, but one of the guests thay you had invited (a self proclaimed vampire hunter that Jumin had recommended) would not stop pestering him with annoying questions, such as "can you actually wall outside on the sun for a bit" or "would you mind taking a bite of this garlic bread, I'm sure you can have some!" Then the breaking point was when the man suddenly said, "let me check your teeth for a bit" and suddenly grabbed his face. That's when Saeran gently pushed the man aside and went to sit next to his brother.

Saeyoung, having noticed that his twin hadn't even so much as cast a glance towards him sighed once again. And then again, this time louder. He opened his mouth to sigh again when Saeran abruptly turned towards him and glared.

"What!? Why in the world won't you let me eat in peace huh?"

Saeyoung sighed again. "I just can't handle it brother. How can a person love another with every fiber of his being, but not have the amount of guts to go and talk to them...?"

"....Are you talking about yourself? Because if you are then I say that they don't deserve the amount of torture you're-"

"Saeran! Oh my darling little brother, no it's not me! Look across the room, towards that little blond boy, shifting nervously and looking at the ground, and then, for a split second, looking at her."

Saeran sighed and did as his brother said, and then he grunted. "You mean Yoosung's obvious crush on MC? It's a surprise she hasn't figured it out yet. Also never call me that again or I promise I'll throw the whole bowl of punch in your face."

"Gah! But you are my darling bro- alright fine fine, SAERAN DON'T GET UP TO GRAB THE PUNCH I'M SORRY!! Anyway the thing is, I'm pretty sure the reason they haven't asked each other out yet is because they're pretty shy. They need some sort of, uh, push you know?"

Saeran glared suspiciously at his brother. "Please don't tell me that you're going to try and get them together-."

"I'm going to get them together! And you are going to help me!"

"Excuse me what-"

"Who are we trying to get together?" Someone asked from behind the twins and they both turned around in surprise. Zen was looking at them with his eyebrows raised and his arms crossed, looking like a mother about to scold her children. Of course, Zen only seemed to be ready to scold Saeyoung, since Saeran wasn't really doing anything.

Saeyoung quickly jumped up from his seat and smiled. "ZEN!! Oh this is perfect!!!! We are going to get Yoosung and MC together!"

Zen looked at Saeran, and he shrugged. Them he looked back at Saeyoung.

"Sev- Saeyoung, listen. These sort of thinga take time alright? Yoosung and MC will get together when they're both ready."

"But they ARE ready, now all they need is just a lil' push! It's all in the name of LOVE!"

Saeran cringed and quickly turned around to keep eating his food. That was certainly more interesting than hearing Saeyoung talk such nonsense.

"Well....hmm...I guess helping them a bit wouldn't hurt." Zen said, a thoughtful look on his face.

"Yes! We need to help those two love birds finally confess to each other! Do you have any ideas Zen? Saeran?"

"Don't get me mixed up in this." The younger twin groaned and kept poking at his food.

Then, Zen snapped his fingers and smiled. "I know! A love song."

"A LOVE SONG!!" Saeyoung repeated excitedly.

"Yes, yes, a romantic song. Recently on this show I've been casted on includes this one couple that like each other but don't have the courage to confess, so their friends set them up to dance together to this very romantic song, and in the end the couple figure out their feelings and confess to each other. We can do that!"

Saeyoung smiled. "Great idea!"

"Alright, then I'll go and talk to the band, be right back!"

Zen quickly walked towards the band that was hired by Jumin to play at the party, and Saeyoung squealed as he shook his brother's shoulder.

"Saeran this is great! We can both help Yoosung finally confess to MC!"

Saeran pushed his brother's hand off and sighed. "And what makes you think I'll help you huh?"

"Well, Yoosung is your friend isn't he? And aren't you annoyed of seeing those two kiddos acting as if they're walking on eggshells when they're with each other, it has to be bothering you."

"...it is but I'm still not going to help you and Zen with your crazy scheme, I bet it's not even going to work."

Saeyoung groaned. "Saeeeeraaaaan please!! Look, I'll buy you some ice cream when were done alright?"

"You can't bribe me with food." He scoffed, trying to sound offended, when obviously he seemed to be thinking about it.

"And I'll get you out of the party earlier. We manage to get Yoosung and MC to at least kiss, and afterwards we leave, get ice cream and then head straight home!"

Saeran stayed quiet for a few minutes before sighing and getting out of the chair, shoving his hands in his pockets. "Fine. Let's get those two dumbasses to kiss."

Saeyoung let out a woop, and soon Zen made his way towards the twins with a big smile on his face. "Alright, we've got the band ready, and I offered myself to sing. Does Yoosung know what we're doing?" He asked.

Saeyoung quickly ran up towards Yoosung, whispered something that made the boy blush, and then shoved him towards you, then he winked and walked over to Zen.

"Now he knows! We're all ready chief."

Zen nodded and made a gesture at the band, and then he opened his mouth to sing,

"JuSeEyYoO-"

"Zen!!!" Saeyoung quickly grabbed the microphone from a very offended Zen, and then cleared his throat.

"What!? It's a classic, besides I'm the singer here you aren't-"

"SHHH!!" Saeyoung said, and then he walked over to the band and whispered something to them.

Saeyoung said, "Watch and learn, I've been preparing for this all my life." Then he pointed at the bongo guy.

"Percussion."

He smiled.

"Strings. Winds. Words." Each time more and more instruments began to play, and Saeyoung made his way to where Yoosung was awkwarly standing beside you.

"There you see her

Sitting there across the way"

Yoosung looked at his friend with a confused expression.

"She don't got a lot to say

But there's something about her..."

"Saeyou-"

"And you don't know why

But you're dying to try

You wanna kiss the girl." He wriggled his eyebrows and Yoosung let out a little yelp.

"Wha-WHAT SAEYOUNG STO-"

"Yoosung?" You asked as you walked towards him. Yoosung blushed and pointed behind him. "S-sorry MC, it's just Saeyoung being...well, Saeyoung."

"Uhm, Yoosung there's no one behind you."

"Wha-WHAT!?"

You smiled at him, still confused. "Why don't I go and get you some punch? I'll be back in a few."

Yoosung watched you walk over to the table, and then he let out another scream once he felt someone whisper in his ear.

"Yes, you want her

Look at her, you know you do

Possible she wants you too

There is one way to ask her

It don't take a word

Not a single word

Go on and kiss the girl"

"Saeyoung I don't know what you're doing but stop, I can't just go up and kiss her."

Saeyoung rolled his eyes, whispering chicken before going to a very uncomfortable Zen and Saeran, holding the microphone towards tnem.

"SING WITH ME NOW!"

"Saeyoung I don't-"

"Sha-la-la-la-la-la

My oh my

Look like the boy too shy

Ain't gonna kiss the girl"

Yoosung blushed. "W-well I am! Maybe I just, I, I don't know!"

"Sha-la-la-la-la-la

Ain't that sad?

Ain't it a shame?

Too bad, he gonna miss the girl!!"

Yoosung felt himself become even redder, from anger or from embarrassment he didn't really know. That's when you suddenly grabbed his arm and smiled.

"Here's some punch...oh Yoosung are you feeling alright? Why don't we go and get some fresh air outside?" You asked, and Yoosung tried his best to smile.

"Y-yes...that's, yeah that's great let's go."

You grabbed Yoosung's hand and led him around the beautiful garden. He gasped as he noticed the lights, the flowers, and the pond that had a bridge to walk across it.

"MC, this...this place is beautiful. You did a great job"

You smiled. "Thank you."

Then, Yoosung gave you a sheepish smile.

"N-not as beautiful as you though." He, of course regretted the words as soon as they came out of his mouth, but you giggled and told him thanks.

"Why don't we go over the bridge? We can't really see the stars from here since the trees are blocking them, but I'm sure we'll get a better view from there."

As you led the way, Yoosung almost screamed when he noticed a familiar red head pop out from the bushes.

"Now's your moment

Floating in a blue lagoon."

"Saeyoung LeAv- ZEN?!"

"Boy, you better do it soon

No time will be better

She don't say a word

And she won't say a word

Until you kiss the girl" Zen said, and Yoosung groaned as he glared at the two men.

"Guys I...fine. I'll... I'll kiss her...."

Yoosung slowly walked towards you, and the two do you looked up at the sky. You sighed happily, leaning against Yoosung, and he blushed. Then, he heard from behind.

"Sha-la-la-la-la-la

Don't be scared

You got the mood prepared

Go on and kiss the girl"

Yoosung slowly turned around to glare at his friends who were giving him a thumbs up.

"Sha-la-la-la-la-la

Don't stop now

Don't try to hide it how

You want to kiss the girl."

He gasped as he saw Zen and Saeran (who was holding some maracas and looked as if he was about to use them to kill someone) appeared on the bush behind them too!

And then, to make matter worse, suddenly Jumin appeared beside them with a neutral expression on his face and holding Elizabeth in his arms, trying to sing along!

"Sha-la-la-la-la-la

Float along

And listen to the song

The song says kiss the girl!"

You suddenly jumped and looked at Yoosung. "Hey did you hear something just now?" You asked him, but before you could turn around he cupped your face and made you look at him.

"U-uhm no! Nothing just uh, mosquitoes uhm, don't pay any attention to that!"

"Oh but if there's mosquitoes then shouldn't we go back inside? I don't want you to get bitten-"

"NO!" He grabbed your arm and pulled (a bit too hard) making you bump into his chest. You both blushed and Yoosung tried his best to keep his breathing steady.

"MC...."

"Sha-la-la-la-la-la

The music play

Do what the music say

You got to kiss the girl..."

Slowly, Yoosung leaned towards you, his face getting redder and redder.

"You've got to kiss the girl!!" Saeyoung let out some excited squeals as both you and Yoosung slowly got closer and closer.

"Oh, don't you wanna kiss the girl..."

"I want to go back to eat, why's it taking so long, besides I think we shouldn't be spying on a private moment like-."

"Oh shush Saeran! Look they're about to do it!!! Yes Yoosung my boy!!!!"

You placed your hands on Yoosung's shoulder while he cupped your neck and tangled his fingers in your hair.

"MC...." He whispered.

"You've gotta kiss the girl..."

The two of you closed you eyes, now your lips about to touch.

"Go on and kiss the girl"

Yoosung blushed and pressed his lips against yours, only to feel-

A cold splash of water hit his back and he let out a help.

"Wake up idiot. It's 10am already." Saeran glared at Yoosung, who was looking confusedly around the room.

"I-uhm, MC? Wha- no we....I was about to...why am I?"

"Oh you don't remember?" Saeran smirked mischievously at Yoosung, who shook his head.

"Oh this is gonna be fun. Yesterday you were wasted, so wasted that you suddenly got the guts to kiss the MC, mostly thanks to my idiot brother and his stupid song."

"That part happened?"

"I wish it didn't. Anyway, before you were able to go all smoochy smooch with MC-"

"So I DID kiss her! I remember that at least!And then I fainted? But at least I got a kiss! WHEEOP!!!"

Saeran scoffed. "No. You leaned on the old bridge and fell. You were so shocked and embarrassed that you fainted while in the water, so Zen had to jump in and give you CP-"

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And so the birds that were casually chilling in Saeyoung's rooftop got the scare of their life as a demonic screech was heard from the house.

Yoosung ended up needing about 5 years of therapy, but thankfully, as time passed, he gathered the guts to finally kiss you (and to not faint afterwards.) Then the two of you started dating, and you sometimes loved to tease him by making him remember that night. You would laugh as Yoosung would stutter and turn red, and then to apologize you'd give him a kiss~

The end!