#aboutyasuometa

[bastardsunlight]

For your married muses: What was really transition from partner to spouse like? Did anything fundamentally change about your relationship?

I have a few so hold onto your butts.

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Master Sergeant Rex “Sandman” Price nee Rogers

“The marriage actually came after the… rest of it… Had to. Fraternization.” He lifts the stump of an arm, too lazy today to wear his prosthesis. “We stopped shootin’ at people, for starters and I got my ass out of Humvees for good. I swear if I never see another one of those shitboxes it’ll be too soon.”

He looks around surreptitiously for the presence of either of his daughters, to ensure they’ve not heard him using foul language.

Piccolo Jr.

He thinks back to the wedding, when it had all become real to him. What had started out as a genuine gesture of solidarity and friendship became his life and his world when he’d laid eyes on the Saiyan Prince. The ceremony itself had been splendid and the reception would have been quite peaceful, had some out-of-town (off-planet) piece of power level-obsessed trash not spoiled it by making a mess of West City mid cake-cutting. The memory brings a smile to the Namekian’s face and he shakes his head.

“No,” he says after a moment. “We just live together now.”

Nathan Christopher Charles “Cable” Summers

“We aren’t married. Wade, please stop signing those divorce papers… ugh…” Pinching the bridge of his nose, the telepath makes a grab for the ream of paper Deadpool is tearfully signing, for some reason, with a splotchy fountain pen. Cable has no idea where he’s found this artifact and is, as usual, just a little impressed—an undertone of his overarching irritation.

Hanzo “Scorpion” Hasashi

“At first, there was little change,” Scorpion admits, “aside from the obvious.” He holds up a hand whereupon a band sits on his ring finger. “The transition—the most important one—occurred when we… when I… retired.”

Surrounded by grandchildren and glowing with pride, it is clear he does not regret this.

The Boy/0.005

“Dolores appeared when I needed her; she was there for me for… shit, half a century? I dunno where I’d be without her. It’s like I… wasn’t there before her and I won’t be here after her.” Is the minuscule assassin drunk and clutching a mannequin? Perhaps.

Daisuke Jigen

He doesn’t know why he agreed to the whole thing—it seems over-the-top, even for Lupin. A fake marriage, ceremony and all, complete with a contract? Well, he can say one thing for his ridiculous friend: the guy never does anything halfway.

“Nah,” he grunts, “it’s all for the payout, as usual.” Oddly enough, he doesn’t sound remotely disappointed with this arrangement. It’s just how they are.

Jessica Rabbit

She thinks about this a moment, pretty, red lips pulling into a pout she cannot help. Finely-plucked brows knit delicately and she makes a musical “hm” sound as she considers this. “What was the transition?” She considers this. “Now I get to wake up next to the man who makes me laugh.”

Jonathan “Johnny Cage” Carlton

“I’ve been married a couple times, and honestly the biggest change—if you’re not a total jackass—is that life’s not about you anymore. It can’t be… ‘specially if there’s a kid in the picture.” In his wallet are a pile of pictures of Cassie and Jacqui as children. The two had been inseparable and he can’t help thinking of the latter as his, in a way.

Loki Laufeyson

“Marriage is a bargaining chip,” he informs the faceless individual. He can respect the shapeshifting ability that has disabled his detection of their identity and right now, expending any kind of energy to actually figure out who they are feels like a cost he does not want to pay. “Nothing changes but the locale… Hmm, and my influence”

Matthew Horner

“The erh… first time, I didn’t even realize it.” He is loathe to recount the events of that fateful night of what he thought was a relatively innocent poker game which led to his marriage arrangement with Mira Han. Flushing deeply, he recounts a bit of the story of his second (and current) marriage.

“I think it really set in when Valerian—err, the Emperor—said he would take mylast name. Imagine that, the son of a merchant from Tyrador IX of all places…” He can’t help chuckling at this innocent picture he’s painted of himself, leaving out the hijacking of Hyperion and all the rebel activity that has made up the most exciting and instrumental parts of his life. “I can’t really put my finger on what changed when we finally said ‘I do’, but it felt like the ground was gone under my feet and the sky was… just so much brighter.”

Valerian Horner nee Mengsk

“When I dealt with Mira Han for Matthew’s hand, I knew that there were no lengths to which I would not go to have him. She knew it too.” His chuckle is wry. “And she took me for much, but it wasn’t nearly a fraction of what I’d have given up… for him. When we were wed, I realized, reallyunderstood that I didn’t have to be my father—that I don’t ever have to pretend to that throne. He’s helped me forge my own and I will always be grateful to him for that.”

Noctis Lucis Caelum

“I’m not—wh… I’m not married. I… not yet! I’ll marry Luna, soon… I think…” Noctis seems unsure of this, not unwilling but certainly not the elated bridgroom one might expect. His thoughts turn to the Galahdi hand-fasting ceremony, to the scant witnesses, the very few who know of the young prince’s most dangerous indiscretion, though Nyx Ulric is an indiscretion he will make over and over, if given the chance. His heart still beats fast in his chest when their eyes meet, but their liaisons are still secret, their love still hidden from the public eye.

Rayden *arranged Marriage AU because I like this one

“I’m a god now, so that’s new.” He snickers, grinning mischievously in the sorcerer’s direction. The myriad of lewd comments and stories he could tell are threatening to burst forth, but he holds them back, like a heavy thunderhead, waiting to rain its contents on the anticipatory ground below.

“I didn’t know Tsung before this, but to his credit, he mad a good effort at pretending I had a choice in the whole thing.” Rayden shrugs indifferently, as if being pitched between realms as a bargaining chip is a normal occurrence. “The little Kahn done fucked up, as you Earthrealmers say.”

Sherlock Holmes

“Not a thing,” he responds succinctly. “Watson and I have always had a companionable relationship. That has not changed one iota, nor, I think, will it. Now, if you will excuse me…” He is neither impolite nor brusque, but clipped, as if his mind is elsewhere and, as usual, it is. Tossing on a coat, the consulting detective disappears out the door of his rooms at 221B, likely on another adventure which his companion will summarily catalogue.

Solid Snake

“Otacon… he… hhnn… in a way I can’t describe, he completes what I was missing. I didn’t know what I could be until I met him.” He recalls vividly their first meeting, the fear, the friendliness… Otacon had been an utterly unique individual in his life, someone unlike any person he had ever met. How was he to know that they were the memetic legacy of their forefathers? At the time, he hadn’t. Now that he does, Philanthropy fights to be everything they were not. “He asked me if love could bloom on the battlefield and I… didn’t have a good answer for him—or… maybe I did, then, but now I’d say that is has to—for people like us, it has to. In a way, then, I think we were married before he asked me… and the only thing that changed was a ring and a promise made aloud that was always there, from the moment we left Shadow Moses.”

Takashi “Shiro” Shirogane

“I think we just.. said what we’d been feeling for a while. The ‘I do’ made it real, but…” Shiro shrugs broad shoulders. “It was always there. Keith’s my best friend—my oldest one—and he knows me, sometimes better than I know myself. I’m… I wasn’t the same without him and I’m better with ‘im.”

Raiden *restored timeline

“My shame…” He thinks a moment, deep, gentle blue eyes closing in pensive consideration. Breathing deeply, settled in a large, ornately-carved chair with a toddler asleep in his lap, Raiden speaks quietly, delicately, so as not to wake her. “I… learned to allow myself to desire and be desired… Tsung tried for years to show me, but his willingness to relinquish the relative freedom of being unattached, well… it made me realize what I was worth to him… and he to me.”

Ulfric Stormcloak

“It isn’t something we can display and… Jorleif assures me he understands, that it does not vex him… but it vexes me. We have always been friends, always been close—we stood before Mara and her priests and told them as much, but we cannot yet stand before our people and say the same, not until this war is over and we need not fight for succession.” That Ulfric has no heir is a point of contention in Skyrim and a point of leverage for the Empire. Rumors have circulated and, despite the overall indifference of the people of Tamriel, certain conventions must be observed and maintained.

Yasuo

“Nope. We went from kicking each other’s asses and fucking to kicking each other’s asses and fucking with rings.” He holds up a hand, knuckles bloodied, mischievous grin on his pretty, if swollen, lips. A gold band reflects with a lusty sparkle. His casual response belies the deep, abiding devotion Yasuo feels toward the Vastayan bastard. In a life of feeling cast out and poorly-fitted to most situations, he has finally found a place and a home.

Kang Lao *games nee Kung

“My name,” he responds simply, “and with it, the burden of that legacy.” It is not traditional for one spouse to give up their name, necessarily, in favor of the other, because of devotion to family and clan. Kung is a name he has happily shed, however, in favor of the name of a nobody of unknown origin and no family whatsoever, save a matronly thunder deity.

Kung Lao *MK2021

“We have a cell together,” he explains, “and we need not pretend we are not what we are.” He gestures, indicating that nebulous, inexplicable thing which is between himself and Kang. To explain it is to cheapen it, the grand champion feels.

Mileena

“The transition? Certainly. Tanya showed me what I am… and that I am beautiful.” Mileena’s past is fraught with violence and confusion, bafflement and rejection. All she has ever wanted is to be accepted and loved and with Tanya, the queen Kahnsort, she has that. Of course, Tanya had always been of this opinion, that Mileena is a goddess of grace and beauty, but for some reason, her verbal affirmation of it coming in the form of a marital oath had been the ultimate tipping point.

Mordecai

“Did it on a dare. Lil said we wouldn’t—we were too chicken shit.” He sneers, spitting. “Showed ‘er.” In essence, therefore, nothing has really changed and Lilith had simply grown tired of Tina’s Mordy-Mom and Brick-Poppa pretending that’s not what they were. Her next step would be to dare them to adopt her, insofar as legal adoptions can take place on a lawless planet like Pandora.

[bastardsunlight]

ϟ (Why not some Yassett here?)

He’d seen Sett on the roster, but as the big man isn’t waiting at base with him, Yasuo assumes he’ll be seeing the guy on the field of battle. These things are usually grueling, so he has stocked up on his favorite alcohol—that is, any alcohol—and is already half a flask in when he begins tapping away on his mobile device, something that looks a little incongruous with the general gist of his getup, but the Rift is a weird place and he has come to accept this.

[SMS] bushes north of mid. Quickie?

Drunk texting, for Yasuo, is the same as sober texting and fortunately usually only has one target. He is not a man with many friends, but he is a man with a voracious appetite for two things: booze and his huge, half-Vastayan lover.

SEND A SYMBOL FOR A TEXT - no longer accepting

[bastardsunlight]

A few days late, but can I dare Yasuo to kiss a certain mama's boy?

It’s a strange request, but ultimately harmless. Yasuo puts his weapon aside for a moment and moves over to where Sett is beating the bejeezus out of a relatively durable sandbag.

“Hey,” he grunts, “come down here and get some.” He crooks a finger and gestures at his mouth, which features a cheeky grin curving mischievous lips. The half-Vastayan has no problem setting what he had been doing aside for an offer like that.

Their lips meet with crushing, bruising force, neither man willing to give ground. It looks very much like a contest, until Sett hoists Yasuo bodily and carries him into the house. It would be inappropriate to stay much longer, wouldn’t it?

make my muse smooch folks

[bastardsunlight]

That scent (Yassett)

14. [that scent] - Your muse leans in to sniff my muse. When my muse turns their head to look, their faces are very close together.

Yasuo knows when Sett is in rut. They’ve been together long enough for him to detect it. The half-Vastayan becomes affectionate to the point almost of annoyance—almost—and hangs around the house protectively, as if he is worried anyone else in all of Runeterra is even remotely interested in the ornery-looking swordsman. They aren’t, which he has repeatedly explained to Sett, who, between growled apologies has explained in kind that he cannot help himself. They’ve come to something of an accord over this, though sometimes it still unsettles Yasuo how quietly Sett can move for such a large man.

Outside, cutting firewood for Sett’s mother, Yasuo drowns himself in the task, allowing his mind to wander as it sometimes does, wondering where he would be had he not entered the pit to answer the Boss’s challenge. Well I wouldn’t be sleeping with him,he reminded himself, and wouldn’t that be a tragedy? The amusement brings him back to reality and he turns at the sudden feeling of a presence—it is nothing hostile or he’d have sensed it sooner—just behind him.

“I’m gunna start charging,” grunts Yasuo as he comes face-to-face with the red-headed half breed. Sett’s face is flushed, but not with embarrassment. Yasuo feels the shift in tension and then his own heart begins to beat faster.

“I’ll pay you back later,” rumbles Sett, wrapping an arm around Yasuo and dragging him closer. “Ma’s at the market.”

“Pay me back now.”

And they disappear into the house with nary a word more spoken that is not lifted in ecstasy.

Sexual Attraction/Attention Prompts

[bastardsunlight]

🕯KINK⛓ It's Sett's monster dick, isn't it, Yas

not today satan | fuck no | no thanks | eeeh | not sure | I’d give it a shot | sure why not | omfg yes | there go my pants | holy fuck take me now

Send my muse a kink - accepting

//Yasuo is a fucking horndog size queen who will ride you into the fucking ground if you let him... and if you're the right person. It takes some effort to earn his respect and trust, but once you've got it, you're not getting rid of this touch-starved alcoholic. Maybe you can make a better man out of him.

[bastardsunlight]

Trace- Sett and Yasuo?

Sett reaches forward and takes Yasuo’s face in both his hands. They are big hands, rough ones, most comfortable forming fists and crashing through flesh, armor, and bone. Those hands could kill the swordsman, but they have no killing intent, not now—never with Yasuo. One thumb slides over the scar that bridges his nose and the half-Vastayan’s grin begins to form. It is a sincere, joy-filled smile of kindred spirits finding each other. Yasuo reaches up and mimics the gesture across Sett’s matching scar, ruby eyes meeting sloe gin.

“Where have you been all my life?” Sett rumbles.

“I’m here now, aren’t I?”

Their lips press together, hard, with wanton intent and heat. Where the “conversation” travels hereafter is anyone’s guess.

[bastardsunlight]

Yasuo are you seeing anyone? Asking for a friend. You can't answer your sword. That is not an answer.

He looks up from over a glass of something that decidedly is not water. One sharp brow rises and the corner of his lip curls in a silent snarl. “I have all the companionship I need...” In a bottle, Yasuo adds silently, tilting the cup to his lips and drinking deeply of it.