#The Grey Collective AU

[funnypansexualanimorph]

Working Title; The Grey Collective

Star Wars AU

by: @funnypansexualanimorph and @tricksterscorvid

Character List: Anakin Skywalker/Darth Vader, Obi-Wan Kenobi/Darth Rage, Luke Skywalker, Darth Sidious/Emperor, Raistlin Orniphicus (Darth Shirak), Tharisa Solarfall (Darth Nox), Auron Kisshin (Mandalorian), Leia Organa, Boba Fett

Summary:

In this AU we're exploring the idea of the 'what if Anakin actually did the Chosen One plotline, only he did it in the most complicated and extra way possible, because that's just how Skywalkers work' principle.

Drawing from both Legends and the 'Canon' movieverse, this A.U. leaves a few things well known the same, before blowing up 'canon' with, well… a space cannon.

concrete info:

the fight on mustafar does not happen; however Padme still dies in childbirth.

-Obi-Wan follows Anakin to the Dark Side in that instant instead, realizing his love for Anakin is too much to let him go.

Obi-Wan's fall is not expected or noticed by the other remaining Jedi, so they willingly hand baby Luke over to him, and him and Anakin flee to seclusion.

The Emperor agrees to let Anakin take Obi-Wan as his apprentice, and allows them to go train for a while in seclusion, however he is unaware they have Anakin's son. Anakin does not know about Leia.

After several dreams in which Anakin is visited by Qui-Gon's force ghost, they begin to seek out the Elders. who these beings are exactly, is unknown at first.

they narrow the search eventually to Geonosis, where they meet up with two Sith who have been alive through force-immortality related means, for a very very long time.

the next step beyond destroying the Jedi Temple, which has already been accomplished… is to destroy the Emperor… to do this… they need to destroy Sidious' planet of personal clones. Anakin decides the best weapon for the job is the Death Star.

the ancient sith they found decide to train Obi-Wan and Anakin, (and subsequently Luke) and end up taking them to various old abandoned temples that were quite active in their time, on planets half-forgotten to time.

young Boba Fett discovers Auron, who decides to train him as a foundling; we're just not talking about exactly how ancient Auron is quite yet.

[die-lian-hua]

aaaaaand the drinking contest with the Oni didn’t go well. who would’ve thought

[valkariel]

Interphos | Queen Eternal

I thought the green glow from the Elemental armor would make for an interesting Queen Eternal look. I added other allagan pieces with glowing details, but none match the same color. To be honest, I think the actual trial's glow is a bit more yellow-green than minty green, but for the glamour color cohesion, I used more blue tones. Also I think the crafted Shinryu weapon effect on dragoon is closest to the trial, but the sheathed weapon itself doesn't match in color, so I used the Orthos weapons instead.

Head: Augmented Ironworks Visor of Maiming - pearl white Body: Elemental Armor of Maiming +1 - pearl white Hands: Faerie Tale Princess's Gloves - pearl white / celeste green Legs: Tights of Eternal Passion - default / metallic silver Feet: Augmented Ironworks Sollerets of Maiming - pearl white

Alt Head: Midan Mask of Maiming Alt Hands: Elemental Gauntlets of Maiming +1 Alt Legs: Omega Trousers of Maiming | Late Allagan Bottoms of Maiming | Expeditioner's Pantalettes | Neo Kingdom Brayettes of Maiming Alt Feet: Late Allagan Sollerets of Maiming

Earring: Allagan Earrings of Aiming Neck: The Emperor's New Necklace Wrists: The Emperor's New Bracelet Right Ring: Allagan Ring of Aiming Left Ring: Allagan Ring of Aiming

Main Hand: Orthos Sickle - metallic green Off Hand: --

Fashion Accessory: -- Minion: -- Mount: -- Location: Solution 9 - Tritails Training

Shader: Faeberry Bloom

[greycaelum]

Hello! I wanted to aşk something: Whats the story name in your "Love Language" fiction, the one with the lycan king, vampire lord and the moon goddess, if that story exists. It looks intriguing too! Lots of love and stay hydrated! 💙💙

Hiiiii~ it's a part of Cursed Tales Collections, La Luna Chapters, it has several one-shots and drabbles available for your perusal have fun with our Duke Satoru! 🍷

—Grey,

[reel-fear]

people who still make Joey the ink demon despite canon steering far away from that being the case this is for you I am sending u kisses XOXOXOXOXOXOXOXO <3

People who make Joey well-meaning, sympathetic, a lighter shade of morally grey than canon I am also sending u lots of love <3<3<3<3<3<3<3<3<3<3<3!!

And people who generally steer wildly from the direction Bendy takes with its characters and has fun with it I hope to see more from all of ur aus and rewrites!!

[lanatusnebula]

Well clearly I am confused.

[lit-in-thy-heart]

what's your favourite fic that you've written? (Or, I suppose a scene from a fic that you're particularly proud of?) (although saying that so much of your fic is top tier 🩵🩵🩵)

hello anon!! this ask made me 🥺🥺, thank you so much for dropping it in my inbox <3

my favourite fic that i've written... this is actually more difficult than i thought, as there are some that were hell to write but i'm really pleased with how it turned out, and some that are not absolute masterpieces but i had so much fun writing them. and the one that's a mix of all of the above (as contradictory as it may seem) hasn't even been finished and posted yet lmao. i think, overall, my favourite that i've posted is we left the book of love signed in blood on every page, which looks at the breakdown of gwaine and merlin following lancelot's death. i enjoy writing angst like that and i also had fun with the sustained imagery

but in terms of a scene that i'm particularly proud of, the moment in bitter is the antidote where gwaine begins to relax around lancelot and both of them are pressed close to each other and reaching out to merlin is one that i'm quite proud of. the full scene is below the cut and i enjoyed trying to depict the hesitancy on both gwaine's and lancelot's parts. also i really like the line 'so he let his tea go cold and his shoulder grow numb' but i couldn't tell you exactly why

thanks for the ask anon, hope you have a wonderful day! 💜

Lancelot had one hand buried in Merlin’s hair again, twisting the short strands between his fingers, knees pressed against the bed. Hesitantly, Gwaine hovered on Lancelot’s left side before sinking down to the floor, one leg strewn out beneath the bed. His hand reached for the one Merlin had draped over the edge of the bed, taking it between his fingers and, upon receiving murmured permission, gingerly leaned against Lancelot’s leg. He was aware of the bone pressing into his shoulder, just as he was aware of Merlin’s grip tightening around him, but it didn’t scare him half as much as it should have done.

Never, never had Gwaine thought that he would be so close to two others when all three of them were conscious. Never had he thought he would be confronted with the knowledge of his best friend having magic, either, and Gwaine couldn’t help but wonder what other unexpected things fate had in store for him. He didn’t dare move, in case it all proved to be an illusion and the slightest twitch dispelled it. So he let his tea go cold and his shoulder grow numb, let his abdominal muscles ache with the effort of not allowing all of his weight to fall on Lancelot’s leg and his hand be manipulated by Merlin’s touch.

Merlin, assured by their physical presence, had closed his eyes and Gwaine took the opportunity to use his gaze to sketch out the angles of Merlin’s body in his mind, safe in the knowledge that Lancelot couldn’t see his face. Before, he’d been convinced that he’d successfully memorised each dip in Merlin’s form in the same way that he’d memorised the placement of his own gaping traps in woods over the years. He’d thought that he’d be able to sculpt Merlin flawlessly from ribbons of clouds and wind. But, as Merlin shifted and the tip of what looked like an old scar peered over the neck of his shirt, Gwaine realised just how wrong he’d been. It was a blessing that the hand not holding Merlin’s was engaged with a cold cup of tea because Gwaine could feel temptation running its fingers along his arm, leaving a trail that ended at Merlin’s chest.

The skin looked leathery, much like Merlin’s burned leg, and, if it had been fire… Just how many times had Merlin narrowly escaped the flames? How much of himself had he kept protected from Gwaine with a clumsy cut of material tied around his throat? Dropping his gaze to his right hand, Gwaine pushed one side of it into the bed, careful not to squash Merlin’s hand. He was one to talk.

Faintly aware of a subtle movement behind him, Gwaine rotated his head by several degrees, glancing over his shoulder and through his hair. Lancelot was no longer holding the cup in one hand – if Gwaine shifted his hip, he’d knock against it on the ground – and the hand was now hovering above Gwaine’s shoulder. Gwaine began to phrase a silent question but cut himself off as he reached an answer; it seemed that Lancelot was reluctant to place his hand in his own lap for fear of elbowing Gwaine in the head.

Returning to look straight ahead, Gwaine raised his left hand and took his little finger away from the cup, hooking it around the tip of Lancelot’s middle finger. Careful not to spill his drink, Gwaine slowly lowered his hand, taking Lancelot’s with him, until Lancelot’s palm met his shoulder. As Gwaine rested his own hand on his thigh, Lancelot made port with his thumb at the muscle between Gwaine’s shoulder and neck. It was then that Gwaine registered that, in leaning against Lancelot, his jacket had slipped a little off his shoulders and had dragged the neck of his shirt down with it.

Most of Lancelot’s hand was planted firmly over Gwaine’s shirt, his wrist grazing the collar of the jacket, but his thumb was on that muscle – a muscle bearing layers of tension that Gwaine hadn’t even been aware of – and his index finger was dangling over Gwaine’s collarbone. And then Lancelot began to sweep his thumb back and forth along that single muscle, collecting the tension in Gwaine’s shoulder like a bee picking up pollen, and Gwaine couldn’t hold himself up any longer.

[daemonlogical]

Oh I see the void hopper au being thunk up again

Idea!

Whomst???

So, let's take canon Danny Phantom. We can even take the AGIT, that would only make him canonically 16-17is for this scenario. (Btw, poor Val. I'm seriously so sorry for her)

Danny is flying around the Infinite Realms to familiarise himself with it better. Look, if he decided to be the Bridge, he has to learn more about the Ghost side of his life. Their customs, quirks, limits, world... from someone who isn't a Fruitloop or his parents. He is still ashamed that it took meeting Dairy King to finally realise that not all Ghosts are evil.

He got to a section of many, many, MANY, natural portals that led into completely different universes. Most of them even had Heroes!!!! He was so exited!

He visited many in the next few months. Made friends, confused the heck out of locals. Made some enemies, cause that's just his life.

Spiderman was cool! Iron Man was so fun to prank, the guy was a billionaire and hilarious.

Even if he never was able to speak with the vast majority, those Japanese Heroes with cool superpowers were awesome. He was kinda glad his world was normal-is tho. Call him judgmental, but come on, look him in the eyes and tell him that you wouldn't be weirded out by some of the mutations.

And now, he spotted his new target. From what he gathered, they were an urban legend of the gloomy as heck city. Robins,... bats? or something. Time to make friends!

And close the leakage of the Raw, unfiltered ectoplasm into here. He had only been around one for an hour and he saw how problematic it was.

Aka

Danny is a gremlin in canon. He found cool portals. He will make it other's problem.

Yes, he keeps his identity hidden. No, he doesn't stay invisible all the time. Only initially to get some info. After that? You'd spot him openly bothering the superheroes. And rogues. Can't let them be left out.

What are they gonna do? Kill him? They can't even touch him most of the time.

[funnypansexualanimorph]

Anakin has perfected the art of living by sleeping in catnaps.

Between his night terrors, force visions, Obi-Wan being overly handsy in his sleep, and toddler Luke tugging his sleeve for a glass of water, it's not an uncommon sight to come across Lord Vader in a strange position sleeping somewhere random (is he part loth cat?) because he maybe got two hours of actual rest the night before.

[valkariel]

Spoopy Palette

Head: Witch's Hat - soot black Body: Pictomanver's Bolero - jet black / sunset orange Hands: Loyal Housemaid's Wristdresses - meadow green / soot black Legs: Valentione Skirt - olive green / sunset orange Feet: Evenstar Bootees - default

Alt Hands: Isle Explorer's Leather Halfgloves - soot black / meadow green

Earring: The Emperor's New Earrings Neck: The Emperor's New Necklace Wrists: The Emperor's New Bracelet Right Ring: The Emperor's New Ring Left Ring: The Emperor's New Ring

Main Hand: Edenmorn Round Brush - metallic orange Off Hand: --

Fashion Accessory: -- Minion: -- Mount: -- Location: #etoilestudio - Crystal/Coeurl Goblet W25 P7 Room #11

Shader: Faeberry Bloom

[theastrical]

withering with you (retired genshin men AU)

Genshin men headcannon where they are spending their retirement and old age with you

Kaeya, diluc, childe, alhaitham x fem!reader

a bit angsty yet also fluffy!! hurt/comfort.

Kaeya:

he had retired a few years ago at the age of 65, he retired a bit late than his other comrades due to him enjoying his job as much as how his younger self would. Leaving the job was rather..emotional for him, because his job lead him to meet you, his wife.

Even after years, the knights still give him his monthly pay check to ensure his future and that pay check was used by kaeya to take you out to a romantic dinner. Every single month, in one particular evening, he would asked you to dress up and drive you around the city before taking you out to an expensive dinner.

Would help you walk since your legs aren’t as strong as it used to be. Lending his arm to let you hold into cause he doesn’t want you to fall.

He needs you 24/7. He can barely use a phone and would asked you to set up the brightness to dim, how to save contacts, and how to chat his grandchildren.

Would cook you food everyday, breakfast? He’ll serve it on the bed, with his signature smiley face with ketchup. lunch? Whatever you want, he’ll make it (or if it’s too hard, he’ll buy it). Dinner? You’ll get full course meal. Quality time for him means seeing you enjoy his food and his company.

Would nag you to get a check up every month with him, because he prioritise your health the most and he will carry you if you’re being whiny. The dedication is surreal.

Has an investment for a couple graveyard so when you both have finally passed away, both of you would get to be buried with each other. Because he doesn’t want to burden his children to think about their funeral and burial, he wants his and your death to be prepared since the very beginning.

His favorite activity is walking around the street with you and teases some children in the garden about monsters, until today he loves scaring children. Yes he also loves to scare your grandchildren because he loves to make

Bought couple clothes for you and him…wear it in every single place since he barely change his clothes (he forgets he had used it for 4 days straight. Somehow it smells like his rose shampoo.

Diluc:

As soon as he retired he takes you out to a vacation. What is the definition of his vacation? Eat free breakfast in the hotel, look around the hotel, sleep, eat the street food, look around the local stores, look around some art gallery, go back to hotel, take a bath, dinner date, sleep. It’s boring, but he would take you out to some pretty dinner in the local area so you can taste the real deal!

you’re his walking reminder, since he can get lost just by walking beside you, that’s why when he walks too fast while you both stroll by the street, you have to immediately tug on him. “Diluc…if you stray, you won’t be able to come home..the hotel key is with me..”

also he’s really mesmerized by bath bombs, he collects every scents the salesman offer (he’s easily persuaded by the salesman). Now, he had bought around 20 of it. You have been stressing about the spending…sometimes he helps you bathe with the relaxing bath bombs since you’ve always been the one to take care of the finance and house problems. Obviously, it stresses you out even more knowing Diluc’s excuses to buy these bath bombs are also because he wants you to be more relaxed.

Gets more emotional these days, he eats the breakfast you made and cried. “One day i won’t eat your grilled sausage again..” he cried silently and wiped it, you were confused instead of worried but you still hugged him from behind to at least make his heart steady… Afterwards, he just ate it again as if there’s nothing wrong with him. He’s a weirdo.

gets more clingy, especially when he sleeps, he would hug you unconsciously and squish you. he might be old and grey, yet his power is still the same as the young him

he loves quality time, he would follow you around everywhere. if you plant flowers, he would be the one to wipe your sweat. if you cook lunch, he would be the one to cut the veggies or meat. if you're doing your makeup, he'll be the one to offer you his face as your lipstick test.

he hates outdoor activity, he just wanted to stay at home and cling to you like a koala as he gossips about kaeya.

childe:

in the night of his retirement, he held a huge party. he's old enough to be a grandpa yet he celebrates his retirement by drinking and playing cards. you can only watch from afar, staring at him menacingly before he gets scared by your anger and immediately stops the party. the house was a mess. a wreckage. "I'm sorry...ill treat you to a-" "no." "but honeeeyyyyyyyyyyyy"

becomes even more whiny. he had always been bad with managing the household money even as he reach retirement, you're the one in charge of his money. when he want something, he has to get your approval and if he's persistent he'll start to persuade you using his clingy self.

he gets easily bored, that's why retirement means going out daily. he'll wake you up at 7am just to accompany him run a marathon in a 5-celsius degree weather.

would tease you just so he can laugh at you for being silly. at some point he pulls up a prank that makes you cry, he immediately kneels down to apologise but ends up injuring his knee, ah yes, his legs are already stiff, he forgets he's an old man by now.

his new hobby? farming. even with the sharp weather and uneasy condition, he continues his hobby diligently, he plants your favorite veggies and fruits, making sure the quality of the food is guaranteed.

As he grew older you realise he also gets even more jealous, sometimes when you were just talking to the butler in the house, he would immediately scoffs and hold your hand, as if he guards you from being stolen by that butler (he hates handsome man because he wants him to be the only man for you).

He snores so loudly, it gets even louder as he ages, and somehow you can still sleep so peacefully. He’s a deep sleeper and you’re a dead sleeper, somebody who can’t be budge while sleeping…you both are perfect for each other indeed.

Alhaitham:

He retired quietly, he didn’t want to make a fuss about his retirement, after all his health was slowly declining and his line of work needs his survival instincts, hence he decided to stay at home and enjoy his pensions.

To make sure he didn’t lose his mind, he bought a gaming station. He was used to his work in the academia that he forgot how to relax his mind at least a bit, so he played some online games with you (even when you can barely play the game since he’s already a pro by days, he helped you and carried you so you both can play in the same level)

He tried doing meditation, he sucks at it because he kept getting interrupted by your humming while watering the garden, he wanted to tell you to be quiet but deep down…he enjoyed it, it makes him feel fuzzy.

He kept on persuading you to have a pet…”we’re both already old and aging, let’s have a pet together…at least for once in our life, please..?” He asked politely, too polite it makes you get in the mood to accept his persuasion.

Nevermind. You’re trapped into his fantasy of getting a pet. You were dragged to a pet store and alhaitham immediately shows you a huge golden retriever that wags it’s tails so energetically with it’s lovely eyes. how can you not melt from that sight..? Now that golden retriever is now alhaitham and yours best buddy.

He abandon his game station to play with the dog everyday, he even teaches the dog to send you his artificial flower he made secretly because he can’t never give it to you face to face since he’s too prideful and embarrassed.

If the dog disobeyed you he would scold it, because all he does to the dog is teaching him tricks to please you. Yes he secretly does this since he’s too shy to convey his “thanks” for you after looking out for him day by day.

You guys will have a date where he takes the dog out for a walk as his other hand held your hand tightly. You guys will just enjoy the sunset as you rant out about your day to him even when you both are mostly together everyday since the day he retired.

[brucewaynehater101]

Tim Joins the Batfamily Late: Vigilante Style AU

His parents send him to a boarding school abroad (or at least out of Gotham). From there, he encounters Lady Shiva and other trainers. Tim obviously can't keep his nose out of other people's business and becomes a vigilante for that city. He may also collect evidence and blackmail the JL from abroad to provide Batman with better mental health care. Tim can't leave to assist Batman in person (boarding school and parents suck ig) so he does what he can. He stops blackmailing them and cuts contact once he sees Batman has improved.

He sometimes partners with the YJ crew, but Tim's a little more morally grey (Batman's not hovering over his decisions and yelling at him about murder and stuff. Also, his mentors aren't always on the hero side). He tries to keep himself off of the JL radar and is an unofficial member of the group (despite paying for a lot of their necessities).

When he's around the same era as Red Robin, he goes up to the JL and is like "yo, Batman's alive and stuck in the timestream."

The JL have heard of this vigilante, but they've never worked with him before. The YJ crew, besides Cassie, is dead, so they can't really vouch for him. Cassie is also doing the cult thing, horrified by Tim's mad scientist basement antics, and emotionally repressed from the grief of losing two of her friends.

Tim, realizing that Dick probably has a lot on his plate, doesn't try to convince him of Bruce's continued state of breathing. Besides, why would Dick trust a stranger?

Instead, Tim tries Red Hood and the Outlaws. They don't really believe him, but they are willing to lend a hand here and there.

When he's traveling to find evidence, he comes across Black Bat. Out of everyone he's tried, she does believe him. Cass joins him on his search when she can. It causes Jason to make jokes about taking turns babysitting the youngest vigilante.

[mini-ism]

#— “SO, YOU’RE A CAMBOY?”

⋆ warnings: ADULT CONTENT (MDNI). camboy!au, masturbation, no beta read.

⋆ pairings: gallagher, sunday, aventurine, welt yang, dr. veritas ratio (separate) X reader.

⋆ notes: this is a part 2 (that nobody asked for lol), i hope i didnt butcher anyones character 😓

⋆ PART 1.

⋆ gallagher will actually oil up if you tell him to — and he does it with a dirty grin. he always wears his signature magenta tie, or maybe a collar if he’s feeling extra naughty. not much is known about gallagher, truthfully. gallagher likes to flex his biceps, he knows that drives you mad. his arms are all scratched up, speckled with patches of scar tissue up to his shoulders. he has a strangely magnetic gaze, one that calls to you as he strokes himself. he lolls his head, letting out a long, heavy moan. his brown hair starts to stick to his face as he sweats, teasing his cock to drive his viewers wild. he edges to get you riled up, raising his eyebrows as he pumps his shaft with two big, thick, calloused hands. he likes to cuff himself to his bed, unable to pull away from a vibrator or his own hand. gallagher is very personal with his viewers at times, ranting about his long, boring day at work with a hand on his cock, calling himself an “old dog” and blabbing about bitchy people. if there’s one thing about gallagher that you know, it’s that he’s a dirty, old showoff. oh, and, if you finish before him, he will relentlessly tease you for it.

⋆ sunday infrequently streams. there’s something so filthy and impure about it that drives him somewhat wild. he doesn’t like to show his face on camera a lot, it could end up bad if it becomes public knowledge that he’s the one on stream. however rare it may be for him to stream, let alone show his face, you can’t ever get enough of his flushed face. he’s just so pent up, and every time he gets close, his wings start to flap a little, it’s adorable. his wings are perfectly preened, his body is well taken care of, and his hands are simply beautiful. his skin is quite pale, it sometimes looks slightly grey, but his knuckles are rosy, and his face gets so, so red. his cock is just as gorgeous, his entire body is well maintained, his tip just as rosy as his knuckles. he lets out small babbles as his cool, collected exterior starts to falter from pleasure. he teases the slit of his tip with his thumb, stroking slowly, dampening his moans with his other mouth. what he does secretly is just so, so impure, it’s sinful, it feels all too good to show his fans what he cannot show the world. it’s amazing, having no control for once.

⋆ aventurine is showy. he’s already pretty showy (he has a lot to compensate for, in all honesty), but when he’s right in front of the camera, something in him changes. he likes to make his streams feel one-on-one, he knows that’s what gets him donations. sometimes, he likes to make “bets” on who will come first, you or him. it’s always you, especially when he dirty talks and picks up the camera to show you how hard and needy he is. he licks his lips and he moans softly when he pumps himself, taunting you to cum, confessing how hard this makes him. he always makes sure to ruin your orgasm indirectly, never letting you get what you want. shouldn’t seeing him already be enough for you, or are you just selfish?

⋆ welt never anticipated becoming a camboy. he was reluctant, but he strangely started to enjoy it. he doesn’t have much personal time, between his job, his duties, his life, he doesn’t savor the time he has alone with himself all too much. welt loves to praise you, urging you to come for him, come to his body and his dick. his gaze is so, so gentle, egging you on for longer, edging himself just so you feel good. his audience loves that about him, he’s endearing and selfless, he doesn’t even have donations on. he mostly streams for the fun of it, he loves encouraging you to feel your best, showing you every part of him that you want, flexing his muscles, giving you THAT look, moaning for you. he strokes his cock softly, whimpering with pleasure and whining as he feels his abs after he edges again. welt absolutely has a cult-like following, the majority of which have some sort of DILF fascination.

⋆ veritas ratio was openly against the idea of streaming. he shut it down every time, but something in the back of his mind nagged him. he grew in popularity in a short time, tugging on his cock with a strange scowl-like smile on his face. he was wonderfully sculpted, though, he loved to show his body. he would occasionally post to other platforms with photos of him shirtless. sometimes out of the bath, skin still glistening and wet, or after a workout in a mirror. in due time, veritas became used to flaunting his body, sneakily placing a rubber ducky somewhere around his home, whether it be his living room, his room, wherever, and challenging his viewers to find it. he’s mildly agitated whenever a member of his audience calls him “ducky” or “mr. ducky.” the ducks are part of the reason why he blew up so fast. veritas knows he’s handsome, though, and he loves to tease, pulling his cock from his boxers when he can’t bare another second of not touching it. he’s big, and he loves to talk about what he’ll do to you. he wastes no time, making sure to pleasure himself and you as efficiently as possible, he’s a master of dirty talk, especially with that commanding voice of his.

[tinydefector]

Marine Centre 10- merformers Au SMUT

Bluestreak for y'all cause he's the lucky Mer who gets to hit it first.

This was originally 8k words and I got it down to 4k very happy and I hope you all enjoy the first smut for this fic.

Word count: 4k

Warnings: smut, interspecies sex, mating, oral, sex knotting. Language barrier.

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The soft whistles from Angelfish had been following them for a while as they continued picking up rubbish on the beach. Dale, Quin and the new hires were out doing water testing and they had said they were going to stay back.

The grey blue oceanide wades in the water chirping and calling out to them as he flings rubbish on the sand for them to pick up. He circles around rocks but comes back to the shallow water barely skimming across the sand to be close. 

They take the trash he throws, adding it to the bag even as he wobbles at them. "Angelfish no, not playing today, i'll go swimming in the reef later" they call back to him only paying mild attention. Their thoughts were off in the ocean, they hoped Big blue was alright he had been very scares since his ‘accident’ while Angelfish had become rather vocal and been pursuing them. 

 They yelp as he launches from the water to grab them pulling them into the shallow water with a loud thrill of triumph. "Angel Stop!" They yell struggling against his hold as he pulls them close. Their eyes look up to meet with the big pools of blue against black as he chirps and huffs out a little melody. “Ooeeeeneeooaee” comes from the Oceanide as he caws excitedly as his gambit succeeds.  

But at their cry, he recoils in distress, fins drooping in dismay. "Ooeeaeeouueeaa!" he, chirruping anxiously it sounds almost pitiful as he hands cup their face. Another collection of whistles and whines leave him as he looks at them pleadingly 

Feebly he trills another song, bumping his crest against their forehead. “Oeeaeeiaiaeeaeeeeeeoeeee." They squirm in his arms before finally settling when. "Angel please don't, I'm not one of your people, big blue understands and is staying away for a reason" they mumble.

 "N..o o..o Bl..ue goo, I be wih ow." The words are crash, harsh even compared to his sweet little songs. But they understand enough of it to see what he's trying to state. He nuzzles their face pleadingly, eyes wide and bright.

 " I fign.., fe..ed s..ae" he uses his clawed hands as he talks. “Angel Stop, you will hurt your throat” they try to plead for him to settle down. His fins flutters and flare as he gazes upon them. "B…e mm te?"

There is a long silence between them as they just stare at him in shock. "Angel... I can't, I'm not one of you, there are plenty of others of your kind" they explain only for him to pull them closer fins and frills flared in display head moving as if trying to showcase the colours that flare in the scales.

When they don't react to the little dance he huffs softly wet webbed hands cupping their face as he presses his lips to their in a messy and uncoordinated kiss. They gasp as he kisses them, it's out of the blue and such a human gesture, they lean into it softly, in truth it was a terrible kiss, he tasted of fish, seaweed and Salt. But his enthusiasm surprised them.

 A pleading keen erupts from his vocals as he holds them close. "Aeeeeaeeuueeuueeeeaoaaooeeaouuaaeeouuooeeieeeeieeeeaaeeeeeeieeoaeeoaee." Angelfish trills eagerly at their softening, nuzzling into their hands with desperate affection. They look up to his eyes as his webbed hands cup their face tenderly. "I can get in trouble, the others I work with don't know you are this sentient, I will get in alot of trouble" they try to argue. But his soft little calls are making it hard to say no to him along with his big almost seal eyes.

  

He warbles in confusion, gathering their small form close in an embrace, "Oh angel..." they lean into his body resting their head against his shoulder as they hold him. The mer slowly drifts back while holding them. The afternoon light bounces off the waves of the surf as he just cradles them against his frame. He warbles softly, nuzzling their head with his own. Another little melody leaving him as they drift in the waves together. 

"You want to sing for me?" They question. Not really understanding the meaning of his little songs but they sound much sweeter than him trying to mimic and use their words. Angelfish trills happily, brightening at their request. Carefully he carries them through the water. 

They sit up on him watching how he navigates so swiftly on his back, the small saltwater and freshwater river were the last place they expected him to take them but in truth it was still beautiful. They watch as kingfishers and sea birds perch in the trees. Crabs scurry through sandy mud to find hiding places as the large predator leaserly swims with them sat atop of him. 

It's a sheltered cove not the same as connected to the lagoons there's grassy little banks and it almost reminds them of fresh water swimming holes, with large rocks and little waterfalls that lead down into the mouth of the river where grass meets water. It's rather secluded despite how pretty it was. 

Gently he settles them amidst the soft grass of the creek's lip, eyes bright and hopeful. His fins flutter showing off colours in display as a melody rises from his chest. Their eyes never leave him as he sings, a cascade of tones and harmonics flowing from his frame in waves.

 It is so alike yet different from the songs of Whales and dolphins. As he spins around in the water, seeming to almost dance and he sings. Their legs rest in the water, his body brushing against them every twist and turn he makes in his dance. When its echoes fade, he nuzzles their face pressing himself close to them. the oceanide chitters and warbles happily at them. “ liked?” 

His body slowly sinks down as he rests his head on their lap, nuzzling their legs nestled in the tide, fins fluttering softly as their hand comes to brush across them. " mate?" His eyes blaze with longing hope as he looks up at them. 

They take a deep sigh before looking at him. "I don't know what to do even if I was too…" they mumble, trailing off. Were they really going to do this?. The oceanides are A completely different species, yes they could talk, and this one was rather eager for their permission. But this was still illegal, they were Sea life, animals. But as they look at Angelfish waiting patiently for their answer. 

They were both consenting adults and he was the one trying to propersiton them, but the consequences of others finding out still weighed heavily. They snap out of their thoughts as clawed fingers to move to their clothing, Tugging and pulling trying to indicate what he wanted. He chirrups eagerly at  them, his flared fins and frills shimmering as he still tries to impress them. 

Fuck it. 

 Their  hands move to the buttons of their shirt helping show him how to remove it. His eyes widen as webbed hands move across their exposed skin. They gasp as his cold webbed hands trace over their body. awe cross his face as he chirps at them. His claws trace aimless patterns, committing each new texture to memory. 

A shaky croon erupts from his throat  as he gently guilds their hands to his own body. The two tracing patterns and looking over each other's bodies as they try to figure out just how this was going to work. 

Their eyes snapping down to him as he flicks his tongue out to run across their stomach  before he dips down further. A loud gasp escapes them as he tilts their body back giving himself across to taste what he truly wants, a loud moan leaves them as he plunges his tongue deeper a loud rumble leaves him as he pulls them closer.

 Their hands grip his head, guiding him and trying their  hardest not to pull or damage his pretty frills. their hips rock into his mouth as he laps at them, hsi sharp teeth make them shutter as goosebumps flush across their skin. 

The grey blue oceanide chirps eagerly at their sounds, Gently he urges closer, fins fluttering, and when they feel his teeth retract it leaves them stunned. ‘They have retractable teeth’ the muse over as he continued to drag his tongue over their sensitive skin. It makes them keen and arch into the touch. 

Their back arches into the grass as Angelfish spreads their thighs wider, Gently he nuzzles his way back up their body. He gently pecks their face and neck, another small collection of thrills leaves him. Their gaze meets, as he rests himself above them. Claws digging into the grass as he looks down at them head tilted to the side. 

They tense up and freeze slightly as he rolls his body against them, his clappers move against their own sex. But when they spread their head shoots down, chin rested on their chest as they watched his slit open. his penis emerges slowly, it's smooth a lighter blue than the rest of his grey blue body. 

Their eyes widen as more of it slinks out of the slit. “Holy shit, holy shit” they gasp as the mer grinds against them. He chirps again softly checking over them again. “God I can't believe I'm doing this” they state In a hushed voice. 

The Oceanide moves them around slightly, finding his preferred position, one webbed claw holds their hips as he moves closer, the head brushes against their entrance making them tense up. Angelfish coos at them softly as he presses against them again they tip slowly breaching. 

 They whimper loudly, as he presses deeper, it's a rather smooth glide due to the texture. It doesn't hurt nearly as much as they were expecting it too. A loud purr leaves Angelfish as he slowly rocks into them trills happily,

 his back fins flutter wildly as he grinds himself deeper trying to press as far into them as he physically could. They clench at the feeling only to gasp and let their head fall back into the grass. They move slightly trying to find a more comfortable position, one leg hooking over his back.  

Soft chitters of appreciation escape him, once happy Angelfish begins to rock back and forth, it's slow, sticky as he pulls his length out partially before slamming it back into them. Loud moans leave them as they grip onto him, fingers digging into his back as they cling onto him with each thrust. 

Angelfish let out a loud whine, his body instinctively grinding back against theirs, his tail flicking each time he hilted in them, thrills of delight rattle down his spinal fins. Each thrust feels like they are gasping for air as he drives his spike deeper. The feeling of his scales are strange as he manoeuvres them but in truth they feel sinfully good against their skin.

"Ne…ed yo... waa,t..." his voice sounds so broken yet filled with desire and longing, his words broken as he tries to utter their words again. They dig their heel into the back of the grey blue mer. Eagerly clenching around him.

They cry out as Mers penis flares, a large knot locking them in place at the base as gush of seamen spilling into their smaller frame. Angelfish’s fins and frills extend in display as he thrills loudly, rutting quickly with each spurt that leaves his knotted length. It's uncomfortable after the first few spills, his load leaking out the sides of where they are joined.

They try moving around to become more comfortable but it only makes them whine at how full they are starting to feel. “Angel, fuck move please” they gasp out laying against the grass panting as they look up at Oceanide who seems rather content watching them. 

His hands move over them as he checks them, pressing against their stomach only to make them wince. He cooed softly with worry written across his face.  "I'm alright, fuck just wasn't expecting that " they whisper while rocking back against him. 

He chirps softly as he pulls them closer. Leaning back splashing into the water with them pressed to his chest as he floats. It makes them yelp as they shoot him a dirty look. Pulling his fin which earns a hiss and a look like they had kicked a dog. 

“don't do that” they grumble but settle against his body as he cradles them. as they gently drift in the water in lazy circles. Nuzzling their face with care, his thrills and calls mellow down into little chirps and rumbles. “God I'm so fucked if anyone finds out about this” they mumble to themself, eyes fluttering closed as they cuddle the large mer, it would be a problem for tomorrow, they were to drained and they doubt they would be getting away from the cling oceanide any time soon. 

“what am I going to do with you Angel?” they mumble before sighing and letting the soft rumbles from his chest lure them into rest. 

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The soft whistles from Bluestreak had been following the human for a while as they continued picking strange objects off the beach. He wades in the water after them. Trying to get their attention by bringing similar looking stuff he found floating in the ocean. Bluestreak chirps brightly as he trails after the landwalker, fins flared and ablaze as he was hot on their trail. Every so often he surfaces alongside them, presenting another tidbit of flotsam meant to please. 

But no amount of trinkets seem able to sway their focus from its task. Undaunted, the excitable mer redoubles his melody, “Soft one, please look at me, I'm trying, I want to prove my worth," He calls out hopeful they would spare him a glance. 

 

He circles hopefully, water swirling around him as he tries to catch their attention. 

Bluestreak caws excitedly as he succeeds in grabbing them and pulling them into the shallow water with him, making them forget their carrier of items and as their small hands briefly touch his frame he thrills in delight. But at their cry, he recoils in distress, fins drooping in dismay. 

"No no, please don't push me away!" he pleads, chirruping anxiously. "I just want to know you, prove I can give and provide" eyes wide and shining. To have come so close only to fail - the thought is more than his youthful spark can bear. Feebly he trills bumping his crest against theirs. "One chance is all I ask, please let me prove myself."

Their words make him sag softly, feeling dejected at their tone and the words he could understand.  "N..o o..o Bl..ue goo, I be wih ow." The words are crash, harsh on his throat as he tries to get across his point. He nuzzles their face pleadingly, eyes wide and bright.

 "I want to protect, feed... Always keep you safe I will make a nest... Please, give a chance to provider and protector?" There is a long silence between them as they just stare at him.

When they don't react to the little dance he huffs softly wet webbed hands cupping their face as he presses his lips to their in a messy and uncoordinated kiss. He had seen humans do this before to relay affection and he hoped it would be enough for them to finally understand. eyes taste of strange flavours things he had very tried but he enjoyed it and if it meant they would accept him he would kiss them as many times as they wanted. 

 "B…e mm te?..." the landers words hurt to express but he wants the get better so they can understand, so he can talk with them. The sad tone in their voice again hurts to hear, they sound so dejected to him, the hadn't said no but they sounded as if they would be in trouble if they did say yes. 

"M-mate, please...just try. Let me show you all the ways of the ocean. Our sparks are the same, even if we are shaped differently. Give me a chance," he almost begged eyes wide as he cups their face. nuzzling into their hands with desperate affection. Still his grasp of their strange world remains limited despite all longing.  

"Trouble? For touching?" He warbles in confusion, optics rounding wide and bright. The thought of their tender moments sowing them hardship cuts like ice through his spark. 

Determined, he gathers their small form close in an embrace. 

they lean into his body resting their head against his shoulder as they hold him. Mumbling in their little crash words as he pulls them to slowly drift with him. 

He doesn't understand. It's like how the elders told him to stay away from humans. We're they told to stay away from his people?

Bluestreak warbles softly, nuzzling their head with his own as he drifts further with them in his hold. Their gentle touch alone soothes some of his worries. "Nothing simple about you. Elders always said "stay away from you." He keens gently, hoping his melody conveys what words cannot. 

The afternoon light bounces off the waves of the surf as he just cradles them against his frame. He warbles softly, nuzzling their head with his own. Another little melody leaving him as they drift in the waves together. 

 Their question is one he understands though. trilling happily, brightening at their request. Carefully he carries them through the water. 

He glides thought the water on his back, making sure they stay sat atop of him. “this is my favourite place, i come here when i want to be away from the others” he coos. 

Gently he settles them amidst the soft grass, eyes bright and hopeful. 

His fins flutter showing off colours in display as a melody rises from his chest. The soft ones eyes never leave him as he sings, a cascade of tones and harmonics flowing from his frame in waves. He sings his spark out for them. As he spins around in the water, dancing and singing for them.

 When he finishes his performance,  he nuzzles their face pressing himself close to them. chitters and warbles happily at them. “ liked?” 

" I sing and swim just for you!." Eagerly he nuzzles their legs nestled in the tide, fins fluttering softly as their hand comes to brush across his frills. " mate?" His eyes blaze with longing hope as he looks up at them. 

His clawed fingers moved to their stange covering, Tugging and pulling trying to figure out how to get it off. “please i want to see you” He chirrups eagerly at them, his flared fins and frills shimmering as he still tries to impress them. 

They moment they move to discard the covering he wants to sing loudly, to thrill in triumph. “ we take it slowly Watch and learn, then we mate." His fins flutters wildly as drawing them closer, claws trace aimless patterns across their soft skin, A shaky croon erupts from his throat  in plea. "Touch me too, let me show you how? We mate, then swim and sing together." His mind is racing faster than he can talk. 

The sweet scent from between their strange legs has his pupils dilating, his mouth is on them before he can even think, they smell so good, ready and in season, everything he could hope for. Their hands grip his head, earning a rumble from him. 

their hips rock into his mouth as he laps at them eagerly drinking in the sweet taste of them, when he realises his teeth are brushing their soft skin he retracts them, he doesn't want to hurt his mate, no he didn't want them to bleed. 

Their back arches into the grass as he spreads their thighs wider, Gently he nuzzles his way back up their body. He gently pecks their face and neck. They tense up and freeze slightly as he rolls his body against them, his clappers move against their own heat.

 “shhh, I promise I'll take care of you”  his slit open. Spike emerges slowly, Their eyes widen as more of it slinks out of the slit.  they gasp as the mer grinds against them. “it won't hurt I promise” He chirps again softly checking over them again. 

Once he finds his preferred position, one webbed claw holds their hips as he moves closer, the head of his spike brushes against their entrance making them tense up. “ no, no don't tense you will hurt yourself” he coos at them softly as he presses against them again the tip slowly breaching into their warmth.

It takes everything in him to not slam home into their tight little frame. They whimper loudly, as he presses deeper, they feel sinfully tight as he moves. A loud purr leaves him  as he slowly rocks into them trills happily. “primus you feel amazing, mm my sweet little soft one” he whispers. 

His back fins flutter wildly as he grinds himself deeper trying to press as far into them as he physically could. They clench at the feeling only to gasp and let their head fall back into the grass. They move slightly trying to find a more comfortable position, one leg hooking over his back.  

Soft chitters of appreciation escape him, once happy Angelfish begins to rock back and forth, it's slow, sticky as he pulls his length out partially before slamming it back into them. Loud moans leave them as they grip onto him, fingers digging into his back as they cling onto him with each thrust. 

Angelfish let out a loud whine, his body instinctively grinding back against theirs, his tail flicking each time he hilted in them, thrills of delight rattle down his spinal fins. Each thrust feels like they are gasping for air as he drives his spike deeper. The feeling of his scales are strange as he manoeuvres them but in truth they feel sinfully good against their skin.

"Ne…ed yo... waa,t..." his voice sounds so broken yet filled with desire and longing, his. They dig their heel into the his back. Eagerly clenching around him. Every thrust, every touch was a declaration of his primal need to breed and impregnate them, to claim them as his little mate. Would their pups take after his sweet little lander if they had them?

So many thoughts run through his mind as he holds them in place. 

"Such a good mate... so eager for my pups" he coos to them, he knew they couldn't understand but at that moment he didn't care, they felt so good wrapped around his spike and he could feel his knot slowly inflating and locking them together. 

They cry out as his Spike flares, a large knot locking them in place at the base as gush of his seed, spilling into their smaller frame. His fins and frills extend in display as he thrills loudly, rutting quickly with each spurt that leaves his knotted length. 

 

He purrs deeply watching as he leaks from the confined space of his little lover, leaning down he presses his crest to their forehead in delight. When they begin to wiggle he pulls them to his chest. His hands move over them as he checks them, pressing against their stomach. “So full, you look lovely like this little mate"he hums in delight only to tense when they wince. He cooed softly with worry written across his face. they whisper while rocking back against him. 

“Shhh, you did so well for me, so well, time for us to swim” he whispers to them as he flops back into the water with them cradled against his body. He chirps softly as he pulls them closer. Leaning back splashing into the water with them pressed to his chest as he floats. It makes them yelp as they shoot him a dirty look. Pulling his fin which earns a hiss and a look like they had kicked a dog. “What was that for?” He warbles at them worried he had offended or upset them. His hands are moving across their body again, checking them and praying that they were not hurt. 

They grumble but settle against his body as he cradles them. as the two gently drift in the water in lazy circles. He nuzzles their face with care, slowly grooming their crest fluff. “ My pretty little mate” he chirps to them. 

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I feel like Anakin is a very "I love you" and horny drunk.

It's Obi-Wan's turn to try and beat him off with a stick...

Usually it's the other way around.

[pseudowho]

Post-ShibuyaAU! Grey Nanami Kento...

🎄Christmas Headcanons

(help me find the Nanami artist in the banner, for crediting and thanks/permission!)

As an accompaniment to my story, Grey (link here); an AU where Nanami survives Shibuya exploration because I'm never going to be over his loss.

Merry Christmas, from Haitch, @silkspunweb and Greynami

Part 1 of Greynami Headcanons, link here

Part 2 of Greynami Headcanons, link here

Warnings: Severe injury (burns, eye loss), PTSD, alcohol use, depression, light smut, angst, AU headcanons

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Before he met you:

AU!Nanami Kento who is barely holding himself together on the first Christmas after the Shibuya Incident, healed but not.

AU!Nanami Kento who spends most of his December evenings drinking himself to sleep, in a sleepy haze on the sofa while Christmas specials run quietly in the background.

AU!Nanami Kento who starts hunting Curses of his own jurisdiction, losing track of the days as he sweeps from case to case, kill to kill, nobody's servant.

AU!Nanami Kento who finds a family home and all of its corpses while he's on the hunt for a Curse; stepping over the bloodied threshold, shoes crunching on stained broken glass, he only realises it's Christmas Eve by the stockings hung out and the little broken bodies of their owners beneath them.

AU!Nanami Kento who cries himself to sleep.

AU!Nanami Kento who works through Christmas despite being ill, trying to numb his fear and loneliness, isolated but unable to ask for help.

AU!Nanami Kento who ends up in Shoko's care again; not taking care of himself, not sleeping, and not eating, so a cold grows into an infection and he welcomes in the New Year in a feverish daze in a Jujutsu High hospital bed.

AU!Nanami Kento who declines all visitors, the curtains pulled round his bed.

AU!Itadori Yuuji, Ino Takuma and Gojo Satoru, who leave Kento's gifts by the door for Shoko to collect.

After he meets you:

AU!Nanami Kento who would have planned to keep his head down and keep working, ignoring the Christmas lights and music...if not for you, so excited as the holiday approaches, making his heart swell.

AU!Nanami Kento who grasps your joy with both hands, clinging desperately to the hope for a happier life.

AU!Nanami Kento who lets you know he's ready to partake, by quietly sending his Christmas playlist to you. You never mention it, but begin a silent exchange of each adding new songs to the playlist. Kento hears you giggling in the kitchen as he adds a new one while brushing his teeth.

AU!Nanami Kento who looks at Jujutsu High, and all of its orphaned, abandoned or lonely children.

AU!Nanami Kento who kisses you back into the sofa cushions when you give him an unequivocal yes to his cautious Christmas Day Grand Plan proposal, with you, laughing and squeaking as he nuzzles with glee into your pyjama collar.

AU!Jujutsu High Staff and Kids, who begin to receive lovingly handwritten Christmas Day invitations from Kento and you.

AU!Nanami Kento who brushes off any offers of compensation from those who accept his invitation- and everybody accepts. Just bring yourself, he insists.

AU!Nanami Kento who doesn't take a mission for weeks; he's far too busy making lists, ensuring everyone attending has gifts to open, making recipe and aesthetic Pinterest boards and sharing them with you. Your evenings are spent toe-to-toe on the sofa, feet affectionately rubbing against each other's, discussing recipes and decorations.

AU!Nanami Kento whose love for you only grows when you throw yourself wholeheartedly into making preparations with him. You take up crochet; Kento becomes a plant dad, keen for his home to look more homely.

AU!Nanami Kento who sets his alarm early on Christmas morning, only to find you've beaten him to it and are already in the kitchen. He can't resist sneaking up on you, and you shriek in a puff of flour when he picks you up from behind, spinning you and popping you up onto the counter, scarred face blowing raspberries into your chest as you hit at him with a wooden spoon.

AU!Nanami Kento who starts the Christmas playlist, spinning you round the living room for just one song; there's just so much to do.

AU!Nanami Kento who bakes the gingerbread and pastries while you prepare the dinner, flicking flour and potato peelings at each other as you sing along (badly) to Christmas music.

AU!Nanami Kento who has a momentary pang of anxiety about his scars and eye patch, before you hand him the ugliest Christmas jumper he's ever seen in his life. He looks at you in disgust, but his face breaks into a smile as you step out in your matching jumper.

AU!Nanami Kento who struggles weakly as you pin him against the wall, pulling his cardigan off him and replacing it with the jumper. He struggles a little harder when you replace his eyepatch with a Christmassy one.

AU!Nanami Kento who can barely reach the Christmas tree light switch, for all the presents stacked around it.

AU!Nanami Kento who is overjoyed when people begin pouring through the door, shedding coats and scarves, bearing gifts of food, drinks, and board games, with Inumaki bringing his whole carefully packed games console.

AU!Nanami Kento whose home is suddenly, overwhelmingly full of love, laughter and merriment, watching you ensure everyone has drinks and snacks while he finishes dinner. Being in the kitchen makes it easier to hide that he's tearing up a bit.

AU!Nanami Kento whose dining table ends up too small to hold all of the people, so it holds the food instead, and the people find perches on chairs, the floor, footstools, in a giant Christmas picnic.

AU!Nanami Kento who is too full-up to move...but never too full to thrash Inumaki and Yuuji at Mario Kart.

AU!Nanami Kento who gives Maki some more burn ointment and a short one-armed squeeze, while she and Yuuta warm up the mulled wine in the kitchen.

AU!Nanami Kento who is just so bad at charades.

AU!Nanami Kento who almost weeps with laughter watching you, Nobara and Megumi play Twister after too much to drink.

AU!Nanami Kento who has left mistletoe above an unreasonable amount of doorways, starting a drunken cheek-kissing competition between the party attendees. Takuma Ino is winning, ambushing all passers-by in the bathroom doorway, male or female.

AU!Nanami Kento who was, of course, happy for Yoshino Junpei to bring his mother too; she spends the evening smoking and laughing by a garden firepit with Shoko, while Junpei, Yuuji and the others begin an irresponsible arm wrestling competition.

AU!Maki who wipes the floor with everyone.

AU!Nanami Kento who spirits you away to a dark, quiet nook, peeking round the corner before pulling the cupboard door closed, kissing you deeply and sinking his fingers into your hair to the distant sounds of revelry, which might as well be a hundred miles away.

AU!Nanami Kento who, to his surprise, welcomes Satoru as a late attendee. There is a quiet exchange at the door, before Kento allows Satoru to pull him in for a hug. Just one. It's Christmas after all.

AU!Nanami Kento who must accept many more hugs before the night is over, everyone overjoyed by their gifts.

AU!Nanami Kento who chokes up a little bit when he opens his first present from you; a tie, identical to his leopard print one lost at Shibuya. Found it on eBay, you insist as he pulls it on over his Christmas jumper to applause.

AU!Nanami Kento who waves everyone home with you, snuggled beside him under one arm, until the house is finally quiet and still, the love still remaining in every nook, every cobweb, every scrap of wrapping paper.

AU!Nanami Kento who curls up on the sofa with you, warm and whole under a blanket, until the kisses get deeper and hands start wandering-- let's get to bed, he insists, discarding your Christmas jumpers on the floor.

AU!Nanami Kento who has finished off Christmas in the very best way (in his humble opinion); in between your legs, gazing at you in unadulterated adoration as you whisper your love to him in the lamplight.

AU!Nanami Kento who reaches over you into his bedside drawer, just before sleep washes over you; just one more gift, he hushes behind your ear, and your heart leaps into your throat as his fingers unfold in front of you, to reveal a single tiny square box.

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Merry Christmas, you beautiful little sausages.

-- Haitch xxx