#i’m having fun coming up with little things like clan traditions

[hazel2468]

What's your character's most expensive prized possession?

Probably the scrolls her father leaves her when he dies. They’re original Uzumaki scrolls about sealing that he inherited from his mother before she passed- he left them to Usagi per tradition. Although those range from “expensive” into “absolutely priceless”: not much was left after the destruction of Uzushio.

[musicalmoritz]

Ok ok I want you to think about swap terukane so like clock keeper Teru x exorcist Akane. And also like Akanes the super super popular school president. Yea so like thoughts/headcanons?? (I always cook up the most insane ideas in the middle of the night and I actually remember this one vaguely!)

Let’s talk about the Terukane swap au!! I’ve seen a few people write and draw for this but I’ve never rly read any of the fics or looked too much into it so I’m entirely making this shit up on my own, Ik this is a popular trope so I apologize if I miss any of the sub tropes that are included with it ;-;

It’s hard for me to separate Teru or Kou from exorcism since the Minamotos were a real life clan, but I don’t think I’d go about this in the “Akane is a Minamoto and Teru is an Aoi” way. I suppose for this au it’s most reasonable to say the Minamotos are a regular family and the Aois are the exorcist clan. That provides another fun question tho, are the Akane girls still kannagi?? Since this is strictly a Terukane swap au I’ll assume they are, though if we wanted to take it further we could swap Aoi with Nene or one of the other characters. It’s easier for me to follow strict guidelines tho so I’m gonna keep it at just Terukane being swapped

That alone changes so much of the story tho, it’s very interesting to me. We’ll say the Minamotos are still a strict/traditional family, so there’s still some pressure on Teru and Kou. Just not to the extent that there is in canon. And assuming their mom still died in due to complications from childbirth, their dad would still be absent and Teru and Kou will still have to grow up too soon by raising Tiara. But things would be significantly easier on them since they’d be taking care of the family together. Teru would learn basic life skills like cooking, which would take a load off of Kou. Then since the work would be split, they’d both have more free time on their hands. If one of them wants to hang out with friends, the other can take over cooking and cleaning for the night. Tho that would lead to numerous sibling arguments, since Teru is the oldest he’d probably push Kou around a bit when they’re younger lol. He’d run that house like the military

I want to say Kou is the one the Clock Keepers threaten him with since Teru is so protective of him, but that wouldn’t rly work since they wouldn’t be at school together during Teru’s first year of junior high. As an oldest sibling, Teru is very protective by nature, so they might be able to choose any random student. Once they have him where they want him, they throw in some threats aimed at his siblings to secure their chances of making a contract. So Teru ends up going down the same self-sacrificial route we see in canon, he becomes a Clock Keeper so that no one else has to do it

Without any siblings, Akane is the soul beholder of the family legacy. Self-sacrifice isn’t even an option for him, he’s the only one who can succeed his parents so he must do it. Then there’s Aoi, his childhood best friend. If Akane were an exorcist and they grew up together, Aoi would find out about supernaturals way sooner. Maybe he tells her himself, because he can no longer carry the burden alone. And he knows she’s a kannagi, that something bad could happen to her someday if he doesn’t keep a close eye on her, so he has to watch her like a hawk. In this au there’s not as many secrets between them, so much is at stake so they have to be transparent with each other. Akane’s honesty inspires Aoi to be more honest with him as well. So the obsession between them, platonic or otherwise, is a lot more mutual. They developed sort of a trauma bond at an early age and now they have to look out for each other

Akane’s popularity comes from his natural inclination to help others. He’s such a kind person, even if he can be aggressive. And without him having to constantly chase Aoi, no one thinks he’s a weirdo. It’s a little odd that he’s so protective of his friend, but he’s so damn nice that everyone just shrugs it off as him being sweet. Teru though? Teru is the weirdo

His family is still strict but without the same expectations placed on him, there’s no need for him to try and excel at everything. No one cares if he’s the best student so he can do whatever he wants. And yeah, he’s pretty, but he’s also loud and annoying. He teases people and gets creepily sadistic at times. This ties into my audhd Minamotos headcanon, without the pressure he’s under in canon, Teru feels less of a need to mask. He still does it to some extent due to societal pressure and all but the only opinion he really cares about are those of his siblings, so he’s content to be himself. He makes a few friends this way too, he’s not exactly popular but the people who get him get him. I’m gonna make him friends with Nene in this au, she appreciates his realness

Because of Akane’s hatred for supernaturals, they don’t get along at first. Teru joins the Student Council to keep a better eye on everyone so he can do better at his job as a Clock Keeper. Kou attending Kamome and getting closer with supernaturals has a lot to do with it. When they first meet, Akane ties Teru up and tries to interrogate him but bcuz this is Less Traumatized Teru it goes way differently than he planned. Teru’s filter is nonexistent so when Akane tries to threaten him he’s just like “oh hello cute boy I like you very much.” But the thing is, Akane can’t tell if Teru is joking or not. He assumes he must be, because there’s no way a School Mystery feels things like love and crushes. Still, Teru is so painfully Just A Regular Dude that Akane is forced to see him differently. Cue the typical Terukane “relationship built on trust” shenanigans. Reluctant partners in crime and what not

I’m not gonna go as far as to say they have a Sakura and Natsuhiko type dynamic but it’s similar. The classic “are you flirting with me?” “have been for the past 10 years, thanks for noticing” meme. Think of it as all of Teru’s jokes about liking Aoi in canon if they were directly aimed at Akane instead. Then the “wait- do you have genuine feelings for Ao-chan?” scene becomes “do you have genuine feelings for me?” or “were you serious this whole time?” Their dynamic changes a lot after that. Akane starts flirting back, and instead of using Aoi to motivate Teru he uses himself. “Help me save her and I might take you up on that offer for a date.” And then they do go on a date, at the school festival right before everything turns to shit

Adding to that, in this au I imagine Aoi and Akane are the ones betrothed in the new timeline. This brings in conflict bcuz let’s say Akane used to have feelings for Aoi but those faded over time, it’s all platonic between them now as opposed to what we see in canon. So he has the opportunity to either be with the girl he used to love, the girl he’s been with all his life, his safety blanket…or go back to the boy who’s stolen his heart. Damn that was cheesy, I’m cooking here

Kako also becomes Teru’s father figure btw bcuz he needs one. And despite his dislike for supernaturals, Teru adores Mirai bcuz she reminds him of Tiara. Found family ftw

Thanks for the ask, I hadn’t thought much abt this au before but now I’ve gotten myself invested

[nat-20s]

mini-fic time!!!

(all of these r also posted on ao3 lol)

Donna and The Doctor share a discussion about Christmas

~*~

It’s during one of their many little late night chats that the subject comes up. It even happens organically, Donna noting the soft glow of the fairy lights pinned about that were, technically speaking, Christmas lights, and how the entire family had apparently conceded to this being a year round fixture. Of course, instead of focusing on the noble-temple-mott-doctor clan’s terrible consistency with interior decorating, the Doctor throws on a downright cheeky grin and asks, “So. You still hate Christmas?”

She knows the answer he’s expecting. After all, this year’s event was, perhaps, ‘lovely” and ‘joyful’ and ‘bringing tears to her eyes a few times, don’t mention it’. But. Still. Eh?She grimaces and sucks in a breath through her teeth, which is enough for The Doctor to throw the non-mug holding arm in the air and ask slightly too loud, “Seriously?”

Donna shrugs and hides her face behind her mug. “I mean…”

The Doctor blinks at her a few times, and as she has no desire to provide further details, he replies, “Huh. Really? Ialways sort of assumed that, well. You didn’t like Christmas because you had mostly bad ones?”

“What, no.I had loadsof happy Christmases. Hell, there was a good ten years where it was the only day me and mum were actually nice to each other. I just don’t really care for it. I mean, sure, there’s...parts I like, I guess. I like the lights, some of the songs are okayish, and don’t get me wrong, I have loads of fun getting to spoil Rose rotten each year but. I dunno, it’s all a bit, ugh,you know?”

When she gets a downright agog expression in exchange for her statement, she can’t help but snort. “Why the hell do you even care? I can’t imagine that Time Lords are all that arsed about Christianity, and, by the way, if you tell me that you were Christ, I’m gonna tell you fuck off, no you weren’t.”

“I wasn’t.”

“Obviously.”

“Was one of the disciples though.”

“Fuck off, no you weren’t.”

The Doctor stares at her very, very intensely, giving away nothing. For all of about 3 seconds, when his nose wrinkles up in amusement and he waves a hand. “No, I wasn’t. I’m not sure I even know all their names. Think I have some reindeer mixed up with them. On Dasher, on Dancer, on Donny, on Simon, or something like that.”

Donna manages to just roll her eyes rather than enjoy the goof, because he is derailing the conversation, again. “So my point stands. What’s your big thing about Christmas?”

After a hum and a shrug, The Doctor replies, “Oh, it’s not just Christmas. Purim, Holi, Lunar New Year, hell, I adore a good Arbor Day.”

“Oh yeah?”

“Yeah. It’s..”

The Doctor looks to the side for a second, in that non-targeted way that Donna knows means he’s trying to remember something. She takes a sip from her cocoa and practices some of her hard won patience.

With a soft hum, The Doctor finally comes back to the present and tells her, “It’s not that Gallifrey never had holidays, of sorts. But they were all very traditional and very serious and very dour. It was all ceremony and diligence and respect, not,” he nods towards the Christmas tree, “fairy lights and colored powders and silly costumes.”

Grinning now, he continues, “You know, in all the lifetimes I’ve lived and all the species I’ve met, humans are utterly unparalleled in their ability to have fun. For all your lots’ faults, of which there are many-”

“-yes, thank you-”

“-nobody celebrates like a human. Any excuse, even the basic, or, ah, often not so basic, act of survival, and you’ll start singing and eating and dancing. You have such a capacity for joy it will leak from you. Happy crying, who the hell does that?”

“Hold on, I’ve seen you do that. Three times in as many days when you first got here.”

Tilting his head in acknowledgment, he counters, “Ah, but that’s only because of the company I keep. Your laughter is infectious, literally, in the year 16,000 it gets classified as a dangerous contagion.I mean, honestly, you lot could make a Dalek snicker. It’s...it’s incredible. There’s genuinely like nothing else in the universe, and, well, I can’t help but be charmed by Christmas as a small sliver of all that relentless joy.”

After a half second pause, he adds, “Plus, yes, the lights are quite pretty.”

Donna can’t quite contain a smile, replying, “I suppose I could see the appeal of it. Through that lens.”

The Doctor grins back at her, and they let themselves sit in a companionable silence. After a minute of simply letting themselves be, and polishing off the last dregs of their cocoa, Donna tells him, “Still can’t fucking stand ‘Wonderful Christmastime’ though.”

Hearing the burst of laughter that comes from The Doctor, Donna can’t help but silently agree with him. She thinks it’s not so bad being infectious, when that infection is joy.

[somethin-human]

*cough* aNYwAy!

Sam headcanons 🤠

As mentioned before, he was gifted a frog Build A Bear by one of the Shaw Pack mates. It’s name is Sammy and he has a little cowboy hat.

He has one (1) cowboy hat but he never wears it. He only has it because Vincent gifted it to him for some reason when they were first getting to know each other.

Before Darlin’ came into the picture, he had a pet dog.

He hates doing his weekly drink of blood because he thinks it’s gross so he has a little “fun” with it and uses a shot glass instead of drinking it from a bag.

Although vampires don’t need actual food to survive, he still has meals with Darlin’ so they don’t feel lonely or so that he makes sure they’re eating properly. He also just really likes the taste of his own cooking.

He’s very “traditional” when it comes to relationships. Like, when he met Darlin’, he felt the need to meet their family. Obviously we don’t really know much about Darlin’ family so the Shaw Pack was the next best thing.

His cabin doesn’t feel as southern as his vibes set out to be. Darlin’ was really surprised to see the lack of taxidermy and animal skulls hung up on his wall.

Addition to home decor, he has a lot of fake plants because this man has no idea how tf to keep a plant alive to save his life, but he wants his home to feel alive in a way.

He doesn’t own a lot of sweaters, but he does have a SH*T ton of flannels. Like a very very concerning amount of them.

I could be wrong but I think I remember seeing on the timeline that Sam didn’t have a good home life growing up. When he left, he did take a photo of his family because he genuinely does miss them in a way, but would never come to visit (nor could he because he’s a vampire and all that).

When him and Darlin’ moved in together, he thought about getting a dog, but when Darlin’s wolf fur started getting everywhere, he decided to pass on it.

He’s deathly afraid of chickens.

He’s thought about wanting kids but after having to take care of Darlin’, he doesn’t feel the need to anymore lmao.

He has a picture of his first party (whatever the vampire party was called) with the clan. He absolutely hates seeing himself in a suit, but Darlin’ loves it and thinks he looks “very pretty”, in their words.

He sleeps on his stomach. Whenever he wakes up, he’s always super sprawled out, the blanket isn’t even on him anymore.

I’m pretty sure this is already canon, but his favorite season is autumn/fall. He just likes the colors and how it’s not really as sunny outside so he’s able to sit on his porch during the day.

Sam can sing. Like really well. The first time he actually sung around people was during a little meet up with the Shaw Pack and they did Karaoke. He sung River by BRKN LOVE, as Darlin’ requested and they absolutely fell more in love with him.

I feel like Darlin’ also got him into Hozier but the only songs he religiously listens to is Would That I, Like Real People Do, and Cherry Wine (but specifically the live version).

He HATES dancing. Absolutely hates it. The most he’ll do is tap his foot or sway a little bit.

Definitely gives the absolute best hugs. He’s a tall, little bit chonky guy. He gives the most perfect bear hugs.

Also because he’s not an actual prince, but is a duke of the Solaire Clan, William got him a custom made broach. He’s very grateful for it and never wears it. He leaves it in the box on his dresser with his other important trinkets and photos.

He has a box full of random stuff that Darlin’ has collected over the years from the forest.

[banana-pancake5]

Soooooo What's Peni's favorite.........soup? 👀

Okay but seriously for Peni:

Hobbies? "idle animation" what does she do when she's standing/sitting still? twiddling fingers, The Leg Bounce™️?? Colors she wears/favorite colors? and ofc bc this is tmnt: Signature weapon? 👀 And finally: Best way to bond with her brothers? What did she find in common (or disagreement to the point of hilarity) that brought her closer to each of the bois?

This post got way too long so it’s under the cut!

Heheh

1. She loves hiking, digital art, graffiti, and making music! She has a tablet in her drawstring bag that she often draws/animates on and it has one of those beat making apps that she uses ALL the time. Ah, and she loves Origami (she learned from the foot clan)! She tends to make little Paper cranes and write little messages in them. Said cranes will be EVERYWHERE. On Donnie’s tech telling him to hydrate or something, on the leftover pizza box claiming the last piece, in Leo’s room notifying him that she stole his left overs, etc. (and sometimes theyre just for fun and don’t have messages written in them)

2. (Love this question SO MUCH) when she is standing for awhile she’ll start raising herself up on her tippy toes then back down (kind of like a little bounce that doesn’t leave the ground) and when she’s sitting she often finds herself practicing wrist/hand exercises (half the time she won’t even realize she’s doing it). Oh and when she’s sitting and listening to music she’ll tap her fingers as if she were making the beat in one of her apps (imagine clicking arrow keys on a computer to the beat of a song that’s basically what she does [heheh I used to this all the time])

3. Hmmm I’m not sure yet? Probably a mix of darks and pastels. Also not sure on the favorite color yet! I’ll make a r colored ref hopefully son tho :D

4. At the moment I’m kind of think she wouldn’t have one… like mainly she uses hand to hand combat if she’s in a fight? Idk (oh or maybe she specializes in origami ninja stars!)

5. (Really love this question too bc I honestly haven’t thought abt it too much!)

Mikey:

ART. They both have a passion for art, and while Mikey is more of a traditional artist, the both of them end up drawing together all the time. I imagine since both of them are the shorties of the family they climb up on each others shoulders to graffiti places in the sewer they can’t reach ^-^ (also they’re both the youngest siblings, they want independence, and they don’t like being babied <- all of these things come about for Peni after realizes she’s their sister and they start treating her like the youngest)

Leo:

They bonded over cooking …and by that, I mean Leo’s lack of skills and Peni’s bizarre recipes! Peni’s favorite food EVER is gummy worms, so naturally, once she heard of a Panini she switched out the meats with tons of gummy worms and cooked it. Leo walked in on this moment of genius and was HORRIFIED. He ragged on her about what a disgrace of food that was and she would fire back talking about how Leo can’t even make a SANDWICH without something burning. It sort of became a running joke with the two of them that resulted in Leo nicknaming her “Nini” (oh and in case your wondering, Peni LOVED the gummy worm panini, and Leo tried it and was surprised it wasn’t that bad, but he would NEVER admit that)

Donnie:

They bonded over tech and music! Peni didn’t know a whole lot about it but she was the second most tech involved person in the family so it worked out great any way. It’s a similar dynamic of smarts and crafts except Peni has more technical knowledge than Mikey. Peni will occasionally hang around the lab and check in on what Donnie’s working on, give some ideas, have an awesome idea for a new project, etc. and she also is Donnie’s go to person when he needs blue prints drawn! Oh! New idea! Perhaps Donnie builds her a piece of Holo-tech (like his little holographic screens) that serves as a literal 3D art program! Of course, she also uses it to make even BETTER blueprints for Donnie. And her and Donnie both really like electronic music, and Donnie likes listening to the beats that Peni makes :D

Bonus idea! I think it would take a while for Peni to even have a chance to connect with Donnie. After the invasion, Donnie would spend a lot of time in the med bay, but he mainly stayed in his lab after that. And after everything that happened, Donnie was just not open to talking to this complete stranger that broke into his home :/

Raph:

I think during the invasion Raph would be the one Peni talks to the most (since Raph was the least injured), so they sort of just naturally became close. Peni has someeee medical knowledge but not enough to help with the more serious injuries of the others; she would let Casey jr. take care of those major injuries while she took care of the more minor things. Raph was extremely worried about his brothers and was completely lost in the medical field so Peni would also help explain how they were being treated and what was wrong (I imagine Casey would be pretty blunt abt it which would not help Raph haha). Oh! PLUSHIES. As we all know Raph LOVES plushies (I’ve seen some stuff that’s canon abt it but I definitely headcanon a corner of hid room is filled to the BRIM with them), but lil ol Peni, having lived on the streets her whole life, never owned any (tragic, I know). When Peni first saw Raph’s mounta8n if plushies she grabbed one shoved it in Raph’s face and demanded to know its name IMMEDIATELY. From that day on she loved plushies and started gathering them for her own room (though she never got nearly as many as Raph)!

Yikes sorry for the long ramble!! I loved these questions, thank you so much for sending them!!!!

If anyone has any more questions or thoughts feel free to send ‘em on over :D

[wjehfshs]

Na’vi boys and what they want in a partner

Not gender specific, cringy, fluffy, bit of angst on Ao’nungs part?

Characters: Neteyam, Lo’ak, Ao’nung, Rotxo

Neteyam

Someone who’s soft and open

But also someone who’s responsible like him

He’s sick of constantly chasing his brother around trying to stop any sort of chaos

Although he wants someone who’s safe and responsible, he wants you to be able to have fun

He needs to be able to go out and explore with you, but RESPONSIBLY

His favourite thing is to take you to a small pond where you two can fish

I’d say out of the four boys, he’s around the middle when it comes to dating humans

He’s been around them his whole life so he doesn’t hate them, at least not the ones he’s grown up around, but his mother is very suspicious of them, and that’s somewhat rubbed off on him

But if you are human, he’d be happy to date you, it’d just take some time for him to accept his feelings and finally confess

He’s a very loving partner

If you’re human, his dad tells him how he used to ask people out

So he picks flowers for you, shows up at your door at UNGODLY hours, and does little things for you. Like reaching for something on the high shelf even if you CAN reach it

But if you’re Na’vi, he’ll go with more Na’vi traditional tactics. Like weaving you necklaces, teaching you tactics he was taught, picking fruits for you.

But if you’re human he’s very excited to show you his culture and home as you get more comfortable together

He may even make you a necklace specifically for you

Lo’ak

He wants a partner who understands him

He’d prefer someone who maybe has had similar experiences to him

Of course he doesn’t want anything bad for you, but he’d want someone who has had similar experiences to him so you can have a deeper level of understanding for him

And he’s also able to provide that back

He couldn’t care less if you’re human or Na’vi

Idk if this is just MY neurodivergence’s talking, but he’d subconsciously drift towards someone who’s neurodivergent, because most of the time ND people are bullied and ostracised, so he’d feel a level of connection to them

He’s so whipped too.

Does ANYTHING you ask him too

He’s both finds you so cute and adorable but also so cool and awesome

If you’re human, he’d spend a lot of nights sleeping with you in your bed (even if he has to curl up just to fit)

If you’re Na’vi, he spends a lot of time in your hut with you

Or you two sneak off and fall asleep in a tree together

Will not keep his hands off you

If you’re human, he wants to know as much about your life before you came to Pandora (via your parents) as he can

And he’ll teach you the ways of the forest in return

If you’re Na’vi, he’ll act dumb so you have to teach him things he already knows

Part of me, while I’m writing this, is starting to feel like he’ll naturally like a human more

Humans aren’t really accepted too much on Pandora so you’ll know what it feels like to be different, and he’d feel connected to that

Ao’nung

He wants someone who’s his opposite but like Lo’ak, understands him

He wants someone who can balance him out and keep him in check, but also someone who makes him feel understood and heard

Being the chiefs son AND a disappointment is hard on him, he’s the heir but he’s never good enough and is seen as less than his sister so he’d want someone there to make him feel more than just the chiefs son or a disappointment

Out of the four boys, he’d be the least inclined to date a human

I mean, they destroyed a neighbouring clans home, and almost invaded his own home

But after that battle (let’s pretend Neteyam didn’t die and the skypeople were defeated) scientists started to set up labs and small portable homes at the Metkayina clan for studying and he was very suspicious of them

Even angry that they dared invade his home with these labs (understandable tbh)

But after some time, he calmed down and started to get used to them

He then met you

You where a child of a pair of RDA scientists that moved over to the Na’vis side in the final battle

So he bullied you and would talk about you behind your back

But he also found himself falling for you after he started to see more and more of who you where, he felt himself falling

But his way of “flirting” was teasing and making fun of you, not so much bullying anymore, but making fun of how short you where compared to him, and your “weird human features” when really he’s thinking “please kiss me”

Enemies to lovers kinda thing

Similar relationship with a human S/O than Lo’ak with a human S/O

If you’re Na’vi, it depends on where you’ve come from

If you’re from the Sully family and have 4 fingers, he’ll bully you but slowly fall for you

Also enemies to lovers stuff

But if you’re Metkayina or 3 fingered, he immediately thinks how attractive you are

He tries to impress you and show off

But if you get pissed at him for being a bully, he’ll try to suck it up to you

He’ll swallow his pride and apologise to you, doing anything he can to regain your affection or at least friendship

Acts like he isn’t absolutely whipped for you by acting all tough but secretly, you make him weak in the knees

Rotxo

He wants someone who’s maybe a little more confident than him

Hes naturally quite shy and it’s because of nerves

So he’d want someone who could be his opposite

I guess like his sun to his moon

He’s also in the middle when it comes to humans, but is a little less inclined than Neteyam

He’s described as the peacekeeper and to accept everyone as they are, but humans also did almost invade his home and burnt down a neighbouring village

So he hates humans yes, but if he were to find a human NOT part of the RDA, maybe someone like you? He wouldn’t hate them immediately

It’d be the same situation if you were human how you met him that it was with Ao’nung, except he’s not an ass this time

Maybe a little wary and keeps his distance at first, but doesn’t bully you like Ao’nung would

Once he gets to know WHO you are and not WHAT you are, he’ll become friends with you

He’d listen to you talk about your life back on earth before you moved to Pandora. Humans confuse him, like a lot. Why does your body need to look a certain way? Why do you have to look a certain way? Why do you have to sit for hours at a time stuffed into one room listening to someone talk about a boring topic?

He gets super shy around you, worrying about you and getting all flustered when you so much as look at him

It doesn’t matter if you’re human or Na’vi, he’ll try to court you. Giving you various hand made gifts or hand picked flowers he found at on the sea bed

He’s always worrying for your safety, especially if you’re human

To him, you’re so… breakable? Like one tiny slip could snap you in half.

Always goes with you wherever you explore, and helps you get around places

If you’re Na’vi, he’ll tone it back a bit, won’t be as worried but he’ll keep an eye on you

If you’re Metkayina, he’s prob been crushing on you since childhood

If you’re Omatikaya, it started off with him being interested in you in a friend way. Then it just kinda spiralled from there

[kfkr1ze]

Vividly Colored Imagination - Chapter 5

Characters — ✈︎ Akuta, Kiroku, Nanaki, Muneuji, Ushio, Sakujiro

Location: Crafts Teahouse in Kanazawa

Sakujiro: Well then everyone, this afternoon we will be painting our very own Hachiman okiagari dolls. It will be an exciting experience.

Akuta: An okiagari doll? Are you talking about those things that look like daruma dolls?

Kaede: Yes. It’s a pretty famous activity to do in Kanazawa. It’s used to pray for the growth and overall happiness of children.

The Yasue Hachiman Shrine near the station is said to be the origin of the “Kaga Hachiman Okiagari” ritual. There are a lot of Hachiman okiagari dolls lined up there. Fun fact, it’s said that this shrine was entrusted to the Maeda clan, who would come here to pray for the removal of black ships!

Sakujiro: We sincerely hope that this experience of learning about Kanazawa’s traditions and culture will help you deepen your learning for the tour.

Nanaki: That’s fine and all, but…

Ushio: Just what the hell are you wearing, Sensei?

Sakujiro: As for me, I am supposed to be a substitute animal feeding instructor for today. For that purpose, I am wearing this apron.

Akuta: You can do something like that Kari-sen!?

Sakujiro: Indeed I can. I am also a certified ceramics manufacturing technician

Kaede: (What an incredible certification…)

Sakujiro: Traditionally, one would paint pine, bamboo, and plum flowers on the body of a Hachiman okiagari doll, but please feel free to decorate it however you like.

Akuta: Then I’ll get started right awa… Uh, there’s something called a “designation tag” on it,

Muneuji: It’s something akin to what Nanamegi did with Kinugawa earlier.

Nanaki: So we do the same with the Hachiman okiagari doll?

Kiroku: There’s a… boom… like that…

Akuta: We can draw a pic of the person we’re making them for then! Or you can just draw something inspired by them!

Kaede: Designated tags huh. Sounds interesting. I’ll join in with you guys so there’ll be 6 people. We’d have enough to pair everyone together, so let’s do that.

Ushio: In that case, I won’t pair with anyone who isn’t Muu-chan.

Muneuji: Then that’s decided.

Kaede: Then let’s pair the two tour hosts, Kiroku-kun and Nanaki-kun, if possible…

Kiroku: O…kay…

Nanaki: ‘Kay, I’ll be in your care then Kiroku.

Kaede: That leaves me and Akuta-kun as the last pair. You could also do it by yourself if you don’t wanna be paired with an adult.

Akuta: What are you talking about? I wanna be Sensei’s partner whether you're an adult or not! I’d be happy to be together with you.

Kaede: Uuu…

Akuta: Eh, why’re you suddenly crying? What’s wrong? 

Kaede: (At one point, it felt like the age difference between us was as deep as the Mariana Trench, but for Akuta-kun, it doesn’t matter now… I’m so glad to be a teacher… Well I’m a chief, not a teacher, but…)

Some dust just got in my eye is all! Then I’ll be in your care, Akuta-kun!

Akuta: Yup!

Nanaki: (I’m a little… No, a LOT, jealous…)

Ushio: Gh… Ghggh…

Muneuji: Uu-chan, what’s wrong?

Ushio: I don’t have enough artistic talent to draw Muu-chan’s face well enough…

Sakujiro: What… long and winged eyelashes, paired with that sharp face shape…! This is a very excellent expression, Kurama-kun.

Ushio: Wh– Don’t peek at my drawing…!

Muneuji: You drew a celestial body on the drawing as well. I feel as if this is a very joyous occasion.

Sakujiro: As for Kaguya’s artwork, Kurama-kun is depicted with a radiant smile.

Muneuji: Indeed. I painted him while imagining his face when he is reading one of his “godly” books.

Ushio: I-I don’t remember making a face like that at all, though.

Akuta: Staaaaaare…

Akuta: Staaaare… Stare staaaaaaare……

Kaede: (It’s almost refreshing to be stared at this much…)

Akuta-kun. How’s my designated piece going? 

Akuta: Like this!

Kaede: Waah. Thank you for making it look so nice!

(Ah, he wrote “Sensei” on the tag… hehe)

Akuta: Sensei, y’know…

Kaede: Yeah?

Akuta: When I’m looking closely, your face is really pretty.

Kaede: Eh!

Nanaki: Ehh!?

Akuta: Ah, my bad for staring so hard?

Nanaki: (Of course it’s “your bad,” that’s extremely rude…!)

Kaede: No, it’s not that. Thank you.

Nanaki: ( ……Gh…… )

Kaede: Akuta, your eyes are big, and you’re really expressive, so you’re pretty charming.

Akuta: Right〜? You also have a lovely charming face like mine, Sensei. I wanna keep staring.

Kaede: Then, I can move a bit closer. I’ll just move my chair and… there.

Akuta: Uh!

Kaede: What is it?

Akuta: My nose isn’t bleeding, is it?

Kaede: It’s okay, it’s not bleeding at all.

Akuta: Hehe, then there’s not a problem! Kurushuumai[1], you can come a bit closer!

Nanaki: (What kinda nickname is Kurushuumai!? Uuu～～ That kinda closeness is SO unfair…!)

Kiroku: I’m… finished……

Nanaki: Ah, sorry. I’m almost done too.

Kiroku: It’s okay… I’ll wait.

Nanaki: Kiroku, could I see your okiagari doll?

Kiroku: !! Uh.

Nanaki: (He hid it behind his back…)

Kiroku: ………

(I was just concentrating on painting, but…)

Dewawa: And that time, the lanterns just so happened to be called “creepily cute” …

This time, it might not even be cute anymore.

Pinfu: So in other words… Cr・ee・py! Gyaha!

Kiroku: (This… Will Nanamegi hate it…? I’m not sure if… this was what I was supposed to be drawing when… drawing someone else…)

Uh… Umm……

Akuta: WOAAAAHH! That’s Kiroku’s okiagari doll!?

Kiroku: Huh!?

(I forgot Isotake was behind me… He saw it…!?)

Kaede: You’re already done? So fast!

Ushio: Huh? Who is?

Muneuji: I also want to see.

Kiroku: (I’m being… backed into a corner…!)

Sakujiro: Kinugawa-kun, please make your way to this table so you can display it to everyone.

Kiroku: (I can’t… get away… from this……)

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Notes — ✈︎

Kurushuumai is combining the word “苦しい (Kurushii)”meaning painful or distressing with Shuumai who is. Shuumai.

[eggtoasties]

star stains

Pairing: Haruno Sakura/Kankuro, Previous Haruno Sakura/Nara Shikamaru

Rating: T for swearing and smoking

Word Count: 1.4K

Summary: You can't tether a kite with gossamer threads.

AO3

a/n: It's been a long time since posting and came up with this story super randomly. I feel like in my past work, there was almost a formula, and things felt too similar across fics. Not that this is a huge departure, but I think it feels a little different?? Let me know what you thought, it feels good to be writing again!

“We should end things,” Kankuro says.

Sakura doesn’t stop portioning dried herbs and flower petals into two sachets.

“Why now?” she asks.

He runs a hand over his unpainted face and watches as she measures her handiwork to the gram. 

“It’s just time, I think,” he states simply.

“Can I at least finish my tea?” she asks, placing the silk muslin into two mugs. 

He fills shallow dishes with hard biscuits and listens to the water boil. Taking a seat, he studies the wood grain. They had built it together over the course of a week. He called it an intro to woodworking. She said his previous table--a concrete slab that used to be a workstation--was an abomination. 

In the early days of her diplomacy work, they’d meet at a dusty conference room in the village hospital to discuss a collaboration to share catalogs and samples of plants to advance research. Kankuro wanted total access to the Nara and Aburame libraries and Sakura told him she’d rather milk every spider species native to Suna than tell that to the clan heads.  

But now, she slides into the chair in front of him and sets his mug over an indent he had been meaning to sand over. 

“I want my notes back by the end of the week,” she says idly. “And I want to take the snake venom samples back to Konoha.”

His hair rises, but he ignores the urge to rub the back of his neck.

“You’ll leave?”

Sakura rolls her eyes and Kankuro can’t help the cold sweat that’s bloomed. 

“It’s been 9 months, Kankuro,” she says evenly. “My work here is done.”

“I thought it was done 3 months ago,” he snarks. 

“I was under the impression there’d be more to do.” She takes a sip of her tea and crosses her arms. “Let’s cut the bullshit, you and I both know I’ll win this game.”

He sighs. She’s right. There’s a reason why Gaara’s the Kazekage and Temari's the diplomatic liaison. He’s never really had the patience for roundabout conversations. 

“Out with it,” she snaps impatiently. “What is it this time?”

He grimaces. “It’s the council again. They want me to marry soon and--”

“You said you and your siblings were abandoning tradition after your father’s reign,” Sakura said pointedly. “Gaara said the council��s still scared after he lost his shit during the chunin exams.”

“I always forget he kind of has a sense of humor these days,” Kankuro chuckles wryly to himself. 

Sakura hides her mouth with a biscuit. 

“I’m taking partial credit for that,” she says through bites.

“He’ll miss you, you know.” 

“I’m sure we’ll become great penpals.”

.

Across a three day trek to the east, Shikamaru balances a cigarette between two fingers, comparing it to the clouds above him. 

“Sakura’s coming back soon,” Ino says next to him.

He rummages his flak vest for his lighter and sighs, “It’s about time.”

“She never really loved it out there, you know,” Ino says. 

He hears her start to sharpen kunai, quick and precise like their fathers taught them. 

“I always thought she suited Suna though,” Shikamaru says. “All the reds and oranges of the desert match her hair.” The methodical ringing stops. “And all the poisonous animals for her to have fun with,” he drawls.

“Shikamaru--” 

He interrupts her with a long exhale that she endures unblinking, even as her face three feet away from him becomes shrouded in smoke.

“What you did was fucked up and--”

Shikamaru covers his ears with his hands and groans. It had been nine months and he thought Ino would let it go. It’d been nine months and he figured she’d berated him enough for it. It had been nine months and he couldn’t help that he had felt immediately taken by Temari when she arrived in Konoha, just hours after Sakura had departed.  

“Can’t you let it go,” Shikamaru complains, “Sakura has.”

He listens to the birds rustling in the treetops surrounding them, the quiet buzz of the cicadas, and wonders when the first cool breeze will break through this late summer. 

“Just because she didn’t come straight back to Konoha and beat the shit out of you doesn’t mean she wasn’t hurt,” Ino says. 

He feels the daggers she’s shooting at the back of the head and she picks up her whetstone again. 

“And just because she didn’t come back,” she swipes at her kunai faster, “and beat the shit out of you when Temari broke the news to her instead of you,” Shikamaru burrows his head further into his arms, “doesn’t mean you didn’t obliterate her confidence,” she huffs. “And her heart,” she mutters. 

“I know, Ino” Shikamaru groans, “she sent me a very detailed letter about me being the scourge of the planet and sent a recipe for hair growth.” He drags himself up to a sitting position and grinds his half-smoked cigarette under his boot. 

“I felt like a fucking dick, but I figured she wasn’t that mad since she bothered to send a letter. And we had already ended things.”

Ino groans and throws her kunai to the side. “You’re a fucking moron, Shika.”

“Thank you, Ino.”

“No, I’m serious.” She throws her head back and groans again. “Fuck, give me a cigarette.”

He silently passes her one and holds his silver lighter out. 

“Sasuke,” Ino spits, “joining a terrorist organization really chilled her out,” she snarks. “Unsurprisingly, her appetite for violence was replaced with uhm, what was it again?” she feigns confusion, “right, depression.”

“God, I fucking needed this,” she moans and Shikamaru watches as the tip of the cigarette burns orange and gives away to ash.

Itching for a drag, Shikamaru busies himself with a stray pebble that made its way up to the rooftop.

.

“Look,” Kankuro starts, “Temari’s with Nara--”

Sakura ignores the dull throbbing at the base of her head.

“--and Gaara’s never going to get married, so it’s my responsibility as an heir to continue the lineage.” 

“That’s very selfless of you,” Sakura says. 

Kankuro deflates in his chair. Fights with her have always been like this. Bitter and sharp even though he knows it takes so little for her to smile. He thinks of a dark-haired ronin in his bingo book and the jounin who’s been keeping his sister away for months. 

He pushes away his mug and meets her eyes. Green in a way that would never occur in Suna. 

“I’m sorry I said I love you,” he says. “I know we said this would be casual, but I couldn’t help it.”

She holds his gaze and bridges the gap across the table, taking his hands in hers. Both warmed by the tea and calloused with years of work. 

“Don’t be sorry,” she murmurs, eyes slipping to his shoulder, “this was always going to be the ending.” She squeezes his hands and smiles.

“I love you.” And she says it with the earnestness that won him over in the first place. “I’m glad we met each other.”

.

“Whether she likes it or not--I’m sure she does not like it--Konoha is always going to be home to her,” Ino says, lying back on the rooftop. 

Shikamaru works on dislodging a stick between two shingles.

“You don’t think she’ll follow her mentor’s steps and travel the world?”

“As an alcoholic with a gambling problem?” Ino raises a well groomed brow. 

“Right,” he says. 

She ignores him and flips on her front, resting a cheek on crossed arms. 

“I thought she’d like it out there,” she says, eyes downward. “I thought she’d love bossing people around and teaching the hospital staff and feeling important.” She frowns. “I thought she’d find herself in Suna and maybe stay for a few years or meet someone, or--” she cuts herself off by closing her eyes. 

“I just wanted her to forget about Naruto and Sasuke and you, honestly,” she finishes.

He feigns slumber, but Ino knows better.

“I’ve missed her so much,” she says while rolling her eyes. “I miss her and Tenten and Tsunade and I know even you miss her a little.”

She rolls towards him and splays an arm across his neck. “Ugh, she’s never going to leave the village for some hot foreign shinobi. What a bitch,” she says fondly.

“Such is life,” Shikamaru adds.

“Messy,” Ino counters.

“Hard,” he agrees.

Ino groans, “Troublesome.”

[kenny-power]

The Taming of the Ilu - Chapter 2

Pairings: Neteyam x Reader; Lo'ak x Tsireya

Warning(s): slight language

It’s been nearly a week since the Sully family arrived on the Metkayina shores. However, I’ve been so busy, that I have not had to run into any of them, only catching glimpses as I’m weaving my way through the network of Mauri pods or walking along the beach. I am okay with that. I don’t need to deal with any extra stress of outsiders right now.  As the incoming first olo’eykte (female clan leader) in generations, many people are watching me, waiting for me to make a mistake so they can claim I am unworthy of the title and give it to my younger brother Ao’nung. Stupid old people and their stupid old traditions. I don’t see why being female would affect my abilities to lead, but alas, I must perform better than what is expected if I will someday command the respect of the People.  Also, Ao’nung is a total skxwang, there’s no way he could handle doing what I do everyday. 

Anyways, I’ve heard from my siblings that the newcomers are actually improving. Surprising. I didn’t know tree-dwellers would be good at swimming. Apparently, the eldest boy of the group has already mastered an Ilu. I would be impressed, but I mastered mine at the age of 6. 

I am riding my Ilu, Frìp (bite). I call him that because he likes to bite people. I remember when I chose him - well, more like he aggressively chose me. He was a rogue Ilu, away from his pack, and charging to try and bite me whilst I swam a little too far from my mother. Instead of panicking, I hopped on him and made the tswin (queue) connection immediately. I have since learned that biting people is how he shows affection, something that not many other Na’vi appreciate. He’s feisty and I like that. 

Today is one of my rare days where my duties were light and I had nothing to do before my daily meeting with Father, so now into the early afternoon, I am riding around the shallows with Frìp. It’s a nice, calm day. The blue waters warm and peaceful. I spent the past hour or so zooming through the reef, gracefully zipping past the schools of fish and coral clusters. Riding in the ocean is one of my favorite things to do, nobody can disturb me and it’s one of the times where I truly can feel free. 

Curious fish float past and several of the braver ones swim with us, trying to keep up. Laughing, I race ahead to a clearing in the bay.  I slip off of Frìp and start to free-float in the water. It’s such a beautiful day, I could honestly fall asleep here. 

There’s a group of birds in the sky, circling around in the distance. I can hear them communicating with each other, crying out faintly.  

My eyes start to drift close in the warmth of the sun. 

All of a sudden, the waters come alive with splashing and shouting. Startled, I dive down and re-attach myself to Frìp. Urging him to the surface, I ready my tukru (spear) and we burst through to the surface, prepared for any danger. A battle-cry bursting forth from my lips.  

I pull up short. There’s no threat, just ‘Reya, Ao’nung, and the newcomers. The Sullys look shocked, while my siblings are… laughing at me? I stroke Frìp’s neck to calm him turning towards the group, teeth bared. 

“Vonväs! (Assholes) Why did you do that! I could have hurt you.”I reattach my tukru to its holder, still fuming. 

“Oh great and mighty Y/N, we are sorry to have disturbed your rest,” Ao’nung says to me, clearly poking fun, “Please have mercy on us common people.” I hiss at him. 

“Shut up, skxwang, you are such a child.” Huffing, I fully face Frìp, petting him and making soothing noises to calm him down. Preparing to fight always gets him riled up. 

“Tsmuke (sister), we’re sorry. We didn’t mean to scare you, we-” Tsireya starts to say. Without turning I speak, 

“I wasn’t scared, you just startled me.” Yes, that won’t make me seem childish at all. A new voice spoke up. 

“You are a very fierce warrior, how long have you been training?” It was the eldest Sully boy. He’s about my age, soft-spoken and serious. 

“Since birth,” I spit, trying to keep the snarl out of my voice. The adrenaline is still running through me and I’m on edge now. “It was not a funny joke. I do not appreciate it. What are you guys doing here, anyways? Aren’t you two supposed to be teaching them our ways?”

“Well, we were, but then we saw you riding your Ilu and thought we would come and say hello.” Tsireya explains. I snort. 

“Funny way of greeting someone.” One of the Sullys swims closer to me and Frìp, extending her hand to her forehead in greeting.

“I’m Tuktirey, but you can call me Tuk!” she says and I kid you not, my heart melts for her immediately. She is adorable. “May I pet your Ilu?” Without waiting for a response, she reaches towards Frìp.

“Careful!” I say, “He tends to…” Frìp snaps at Tuk’s hand, making her squeal and back up. “…bite.” I finish. 

Ao’nung bursts out laughing. 

“Yeah, careful forest girl! Only Y/N has been able to tame that poor excuse of an Ilu.” I glower at my brother. 

“He doesn’t need tamed! And I’ve told you, that’s how he shows his affection.” I look at Tuk, taking her four-fingered hand in mine and inspecting it for any wounds. It looks fine, her hand escaped Frìp’s teeth, barely. “Sorry, he just gets a little excited.” Tuk stares at our joined hands for a moment longer before looking back up at me. She smiles, shaking her head reassuringly. 

“It’s okay, I should have waited for you to say it was alright. Can I introduce you to my brothers and sister? We’ve been waiting for so long meet you.” She has an eager smile on her face, so how could I refuse this precious child. I nod, and allow her to pull me towards the group. “This,” she says pointing to the other girl, “is my sister Kiri!” Kiri waves at me, smiling. “And this is Lo’ak,” she points to the younger of the two boys. He nods in my direction, then looks back over at Tsireya. Weird. “And this is my big brother ‘Teyam!” 

“Neteyam.” The older boy speaks up. I glance at him.

“Sorry?”

“It’s Neteyam.” He smiles quickly at me before looking away. I think Ao’nung was right, these forest boys are odd. I especially need to keep an eye on that Lo’ak, he seems to be getting a little too cozy with Tsireya. And that can’t happen. Father has always said that ‘Reya and I are not allowed to court someone until I finish my training to become olo’eykte and Tsireya trains to become tsahik (high priestess). Oh, Father will be angry if he finds out about this. 

“It is very nice to meet you all. I am sorry about, um, earlier.” I say sheepishly, scratching the back of my neck.

“It’s okay!” Tuk reassures me, “You looked really cool! Like a mighty warrior!” She’s beaming up at me. I tousle her braids softly.

“Thank you, taronyutsyìp (little hunter), you’re too sweet.” Just then, I hear a call from the beach. Father is calling for me. I look up in the sky, checking the position of the sun. I’m late. I click my tongue at Frìp and he swims up to me. Jumping on his back, I nod to the group. 

“I am very sorry, but I must leave you now. I am running late for a meeting with Father. Tsireya, Ao’nung, see you at supper.” With a little whoop, I propel Frìp forward, mentally preparing myself for Father’s reprimands. He hates it when I’m late. I knew these newcomers would cause me trouble. 

~

As Y/N and her Ilu race away towards the beach, Lo’ak swims closer to his brother. Dropping his voice and mimicking Neteyam’s accents, he whispers in his ear, laughing: “You are a very fierce warrior, how long have you been training?” Neteyam jerks away from his brother, scowling. 

“Oh yeah, as if you have room to talk. Don’t think I didn’t notice all of those looks you’ve been giving her sister. I think even she noticed, skxwang.” Lo’ak splashed in retaliation, sticking his tongue out at his older brother. “Oh yeah, real mature,” Neteyam said, before splashing him back. 

~

Ewya help me, I need a vacation from life. After about 10 minutes of being reminded by Father the importance of punctuality and being a good leader and blah blah blah, I was finally released from the clutches of Father with the instruction of “patrolling the beach” until supper. As if our shores need patrolled. That was his way of telling em to stay out of his sight for now. Fine by me, I want to spend more time with Frìp, anyways. 

I am at the dock where the clan’s Ilus hang around, playing with Frìp, making him do rolls and flips for pieces of fish. Can’t be tamed, my txìm (butt). After entertaining myself with this for several hours, I start my way back to my family’s Mauri pod. Walking along the beach, I hear some voices up ahead. Familiar voices. One of them being of my sister. Walking with the younger Sully boy, Lo’ak. Holding hands? How interesting.

To avoid them, I take the long way back to the pod, assuring I would get back after Tsireya does. 

When I walk inside, she is sitting in the corner, next to Mother. We may eye contact and she looks away quickly. Yeah, definitely trying to hide this. 

I sit quietly next to Ao’nung throughout the meal, until Father speaks up. 

“Itetsyìp (little daughter), have you put much thought into when you want to bond with a tsurak (skimwing)?You are getting older and start thinking about your transition into adulthood.” Mother’s head snaps up. 

“No, Ma’Tonowari. She is still too young, let us wait a year.” This gets on my nerves. I am ready to start my rites into adulthood, even if Mother doesn’t think so. 

“Why not, sa’nu (mom)? I can handle it. I am not too young.” Mother’s face is determined, set. I am not going to win this fight. 

“You are still a child. No.” My anger flares up. 

“Ao’nung is younger than me, and just the other day you said he was almost ready to begin his rites. Why him and not me?” Ao’nung nudges me in the side, silently begging me not to include him into my fight “And plus, if we’re not old enough for the rites, then we are definitely not old enough for courting - something that Tsireya conveniently forgot tonight.” Tsireya sits up straight and shoots me a glare. Whoops. Mother and Father turn on my sister. She starts speaking before they can question her. 

“Okay, I know that sounds bad, but I was just walking back from the beach with Lo’ak. But sa’nu, sempu (dad), he’s so nice and funny and…and… it’s not fair!” She bursts out. “It’s not fair that we can’t court someone before we pass all of our rites and are super old. Why?” I snort. 

“It is so you will not be distracted by silly boys, tsmuke.” Father nods in agreement. 

“Yes, itetsyìp, you need to focus on your tsahik training before becoming involved with someone.”

“It’s not fair!” She whines. “This is literally only a punishment for me, it’s not like Y/N has ever been interested in a boy. She’s going to be unmated forever.”

“Hey!” I interject. Low blow. Just because I don’t want to be distracted by dumb boys doesn’t mean I want to be teased about it. 

“Actually,” Father starts, “that gives me a great idea. New rule: you may court someone…” Tsireya perks up. Where is he going with this? “…once your sister does first.” Ah, there it is. She slumps over, groaning into her hands. 

Taglist: @tejas-kris

[dark-elf-writes]

Could you come up with relationship ideas for Naruto in a sugar baby arrangement with each of the clan kids parents? Feel free to phone a friend (hobgoblinlife I’m looking at you boo) because I have no idea what the relationship would look like for some of them.

Tbh when I was thinking of sugar daddies my first thought was Inoichi as he just gives that sort of vibe. Also I refuse to conceptualize Hiashi because he frankly makes me big angry but HIZASHI on the other hand. This also made me realize how few of the moms are actually named like they truly just exist to fill space and that is a damn shame. Give me the milfs cowards.

But!

Inoichi - Extravagance at every corner but also is very insistent on paying for things like therapy and doctors visits as well. Praise all the time. Loves seeing Naruto in heels. Might psychoanalyze during sex. Definite bdsm dynamics too.

Hizashi - tbh loves being able to take care of someone rather than being seen as “fragile” due to his illness. Also very much leans into the finery aspect of things (he’s a Hyuga he can’t not make sure that Naruto is draped in fine silk with pretty delicate little jewelry). Adores seeing Naruto in more traditional looks. Pleasure dom 100% though if Naruto catches him at the right moment he will let Naru ride him for hours.

Choza - His love language is food and it shows. Another one that will absolutely fill Naruto’s fridge but he goes a step farther by “teaching” naruto how to cook (somehow Naruto always ends up distracted). Aprons. Man has a weakness for frilly little aprons. Incredibly physically affectionate which is perfect for Naruto’s touch starved ass.

Mikoto - MILF. Loves extravagance but also loves Naruto exploring his fem side. The first time she called naru her “good girl” he just about blacked out he was so into it. Domme. Will take Naru to get his nails and hair done but his makeup is for her and her alone to do completely with the chin grab to keep him still while she does his lipstick.

Shibi - less openly affectionate in public but always makes sure Naruto is cared for with good quality things even if they aren’t extravagant. One of the first things he bought Naruto is a good pair of boots that won’t fall apart and cost most than Naruto’s rent. The one pda thing he does is leading naru with a hand on his back. Is the one that will whisper filth in Naruto’s ear when they are in public. Is a sucker for naru wearing his clothes and also skirts. Definite dom vibes I just don’t know what kind of dom.

And that’s all I got currently. Definitely open to more ideas tho this is fun

[gehenna-calling]

11, 25, 27 for quintus?

I THOUGHT I POSTED THIS ONE BUT APPARENTLY I JUST LEFT IT IN THE NOTES APP ON MY PHONE. OOPS

11. How do they cope with confusion (seek clarification, pretend they understand, etc)?

Quintus is a Question Asking kind of guy, but also a I'll Get To That Later kind of guy. Though he's not often visibly confused, if there's something he doesn't understand, he's going to file it away and look it up later. This depends on who he's talking to, though - if it's someone he feels on a level with, he'll just straight up ask, but if it's someone he's got to keep up a facade in front of - someone he's trying to impress, or someone he sees as lower than himself - he absolutely does not want to give them the "win" of being obviously confused. He might try to subtly figure out what they mean by asking pointed questions.

25. What are their thoughts on marriage?

God he fucking wishes. Quintus has a lot of hang-ups about family, especially the concept of a more traditional family unit. In his mind, getting married is just The Thing You Do with The Person You Love, and if it was an option, he’d want nothing more than to “confirm” that’s he’s with Ianthe forever. However, Ianthe is considerably less into commitment and the nuclear family. More into nuclear explosions. She considers herself a “free spirit”, and Quintus would never dream of asking her for anything she wasn’t willing to give. Because, you know, blood bond. There’s a few married couples/characters in his chronicle, and I’m looking forward to him encountering them and trying not to be visibly jealous.

27. What causes them to feel dread?

Ooo this is a fun one. I'd say Quintus is not often prone to dread as an emotion? Despite his Whole Thing, he actually operates mostly on a day-to-day level, and doesn't really think about the future more than is absolutely necessary. Which is probably sensible. I think there are two things that do inspire more deep-rooted reactions from him: visions from Malkav, and thinking about his sire leaving him. Malkav's visions aren't universally dread-inspiring, but having an incredibly powerful psychic entity squishing confusing messages straight into your fragile little brain is never going to be a fun experience. Whenever Quintus is forced to confront the sheer scale of whatever it is he's communing with, it's certainly sobering, though he tries to rationalise it as just tapping into the power that's the birthright of his clan. Anything regarding his sire is buried under even deeper layers of repression. He loves her more than anything! He's convinced she loves him back! But... what if she didn't? What if she left? What if she's already left, and she's never coming back? Without Ianthe, Quintus feels like he would be entirely lost, and so the thought of losing her is the worst thing he can imagine. So he tries not to imagine it!

[wri0thesley]

can i request arranged marriage with toji and corruption please 🥰

wedding rings - toji x fem!reader (5k)

the zenin clan just can't stop meddling in toji's affairs. what's he supposed to do with the nervous little virgin who shows up on his doorstep and says that her family and his have said they have to get married? not fuck her?

warnings: not sfw/minors dni. arranged marriage. corruption kink. virgin reader. light cunnilingus, fingering, coming inside. light dub-con by nature of 'arranged marriage'. afab reader, fem pronouns.

[a/n: writing toji is always so much fun ;_; ]

When you showed up at Toji’s door with suitcase in hand, trembling lip and eyes all wide and frightened, he had laughed outright.

It was just like the fucking Zenin clan to be meddling in his life even now, wasn’t it? Even though Toji has abandoned them and slaughtered their ilk, their bullshit about bloodlines still leaks into every facet of what they do; and clearly the idea that Toji, even with his flawed lack of cursed energy, might be able to pass on the technique and hasn’t got a pretty little wife to impregnate yet had rankled them so badly that they’d sorted the whole situation out for him.

If he didn’t hate jujutsu society so much, he’d almost feel bad for you.

You’re clearly in the bloom of life; fresh-faced and innocent, not expecting to find yourself in Toji’s messy shithole of an apartment (why bother making it nice, when he spends so long out of it for work?). He wonders who you’ve pissed off to end up here.

As it turns out, you end up telling him yourself, a frown on your face.

Turns out, you’re . . . not quite just like him, but you’ve been fucked over by your clan just as much for not being able to be useful. You can see cursed spirits, but you’ve got no cursed energy, no technique – despite your clan usually producing good, dutiful, powerful wives. Disappointment of the family. He can understand what that feels like.

So they were probably glad to get rid of you. Might even hope you’ll bear Toji’s kid and it’ll have no technique to speak of itself, too – so both families can forget about you.

(Well, Toji thinks to himself with a grin – his family can’t forget about him, much as they want to, considering both his nickname and his line of work.)

He takes a sip of the glass of water he’s holding in his hand, green eyes focused very hard on you. You’re not in traditional clothing, like most clan members he knows would be; you’re wearing a pale blue dress that you keep tugging uncomfortably down over your thighs. Toji lets his eyes linger on your thighs, too – he might as well appreciate the view, he supposes.

Your suitcase is full of, as well as a collection of clothes in modest cut and soft, pastel colours, documents. Toji flips through some of them, nose wrinkling at the boring jargon. He does linger on a caveat about if you bear him children, they all have to take the Zenin name, and Toji and you will be ‘compensated handsomely’ for handing over the kid’s education and raising to the clan--

Bullshit.

Toji’s about to crumple them up on the floor and tell you to get the fuck out of his house, when he catches sight of you over the edge of the paper. You’ve drawn yourself in; shoulders tight, pretty mouth pressed into a tight line, eyes shining with a mixture between hope and fear. You look so lost. You look so innocent.

A little curl of heat makes itself known in the very base of Toji’s stomach; the thought of you being a good little wife, on your knees. The thought of him telling you exactly how to suck his cock.

He knows how the sorcerer clans raise women like you.

He knows you’ll be eager to please and obedient, falling over yourself to keep your man happy. He knows, too, that you’ll be pliant and agreeable – and that you’ll be pure as the driven snow. That thought gives him pause.

You’re seductive to him without realising it, in the totally guileless way you act, as if you don’t know that he’s considering how your tits would fill his hands and how tight your precious, untouched cunt would feel around his girth.

If he rejects you, what will your clan do?

You’re as fucked as him. He can see it in the shine of your eyes in his kitchen; you’re afraid he will throw you out, like he was thinking of. Leave you to fend for yourself on the streets of Japan, because there’s no way your family will want you back after even scum like Toji’s rejected you.

Would it be so bad?

He lets himself look at you critically. He takes in the curves, the dips, the contours of your body; the way you’d feel beneath him. Your face, and what it would look like lost in pleasure.

Perhaps it would be pleasant, to have someone to return to after a hit; to have someone warm his bed, curl around him, cook for him and take care of him. Perhaps it would be pleasant to take a pretty little virgin and break her into exactly what he wants in a woman. To teach her how he likes to fuck, how he likes her to act, to condition her until he can crook his finger at her and she’s bending over, presenting herself already slick and needy for his cock to use however he sees fit.

“Alright,” he says, draining the glass. “Sure, sweetheart. We’ll get married.”

Later on that night, he creeps into the spare room. You’re asleep on top of the covers in a cute pyjama set that’s all frills and froth and pale pink; elastic in the shorts digging into the flesh of your thighs, top clinging to the curve of your chest. His cock stirs in his pants looking at you. You’re so . . . innocent. There’s no mark to you; Toji wants to cling to your hips until there are bruises in the shape of his hands, wants to worry love-bites into your neck like a necklace, wants to ruin you until you’re tear-stained and whimpering and arching your hips up for him--

Calloused fingers trail along your skin. You’re so soft. Where Toji is all scars and muscle, your skin is like satin. You moan in your sleep, pretty face furrowing, and Toji wants to see your face creased in pleasure too. Your mouth drops open and he imagines thrusting his cock in it; how pretty and shiny your lips would look wrapped around his shaft, almost too big for you to even take.

“Look at you,” he murmurs, thumb skimming the exposed stomach where your pyjama top has ridden up. “Ripe for the picking, ain’t ya?”

Your eyes twitch. Eyebrows, furrow – and you blink your gaze awake, sticky-slow, to see your fiancee looming over you in the dark.

“What’re you—?” You ask, still sleep-laced, but Toji just makes a soft noise in the back of his throat.

“Just lookin’ at the merchandise, sweetheart,” he murmurs. “Wanna make sure you ain’t damaged, that’s all--”

“I—I’m not!” The cute little burst of outrage is ruined somewhat by the yawn that you have to suppress in the middle of it, but Toji grins.

He didn’t think the Zenins would send you if you weren’t – they wouldn’t want to risk the precious possibility of a kid born with power and technique not really being one of theirs – but it’s nice to hear your mouth confirm what he’s been suspecting and hoping is the truth.

“Aw, baby girl,” he says, keeping his voice low and even, trying to comfort you even as his hand is sliding further up, cupping one of your breasts (his palm brushes your nipple and he feels it harden beneath his touch, stiffening to a peak – he wants to see what you look like under there so badly), “C’mon, it’s fine. I ain’t gonna hurt you--”

“M-Mr Zenin,” you say, and the tremble in your voice is so cute. His cock is straining against the boxer shorts he wore to sleep in. You’re wide awake now; your eyes meeting his. “I—I know, but--”

He’s on the bed. He doesn’t miss how your gaze strays to his veined forearms, where the muscles bulge in his biceps, the carefully sculpted and maintained abdomen and pecs – he sees the swallow in your throat, the way your cute little tongue reaches out to swipe nervously over your lower lip.

Thumb brushes your collarbone and you shudder, your eyes fluttering closed at the sensation. He sees your thighs twitch, squeeze together – he’s willing to bet if he dipped his fingers into your slit right now, he’d pull his digits back out with your slick glimmering on them.

“Just call me Toji.”

“T-Toji—” Your voice pitches, shuddering with arousal that you don’t know how to handle. He’s heard that note in women’s voice before; that desperate ‘I want to be touched, but I know I shouldn’t want it’ wobble. He’s been the cause of it more times than he can count.

“S’okay,” he soothes, his other hand rounding over your hip, his knees nudging your legs apart. “You’re savin’ yourself for marriage, yeah? We’ll get the papers signed in the mornin’, I promise, botha our families are the kind to make sure things can be rushed through quick--”

“I—” You’re a little breathless, all needy and hot under his touch. It’s adorable. “I shouldn’t, please, it’s only a few days--”

“You want to.” It’s not a question. It’s a statement, as he curls his fingers about your hip, as he settles his own muscular thighs between yours and he sees that there’s a damp spot on the pale pink shorts. Soaked through your underwear and your nightwear? He forgot how sensitive virgins can be. “Don’t lie to yourself, angel.”

He leans down, scarred lips brushing yours. You taste like his toothpaste; peppermint on his tongue as he swipes it over your lower lip and you sigh as you allow him entrance. It’s the first mark of him on you, but he knows it won’t be the last. He deliberately presses his knee against your clothed mount, grinding it just a little – and you whimper into his mouth, heated and desperate.

“We’ll be married soon as,” he murmurs to you, pulling back, looking at you with lust darkening his eyes. No man has ever looked at you quite as hungrily as Toji is looking at you right now. And he’s so handsome, his touches gentle-- “You wanna be a good girl for me, right? S’just what a wife does for her husband, yeah?”

“Yes,” you breathe, and Toji grins at you. It’s a feral, starving grin, that you feel deep inside of you as you clench around nothing and burn to be touched.

He kisses you again, hungrier. He nips at your lower lip, his tongue roughly demanding entrance – he dances against your own. You’ve never really understood the idea of kissing with tongues, but Toji knows exactly what he’s doing; hitting a spot on the roof of your mouth that makes you shudder and gasp, your hands coming up to grasp his biceps.

The muscle underneath them is so solid, and Toji can’t help but notice how soft your hands are on him. He knows you’ll be that soft everywhere else, and the thought spurs him on.

“I’m gonna undress you now,” he tells you, thick and throaty. His big fingers curve under the hem of the lacy top you’re wearing, gently tugging it up over your stomach and then your breasts. That sharp green gaze caresses every newly bared inch of you, a soft sigh escaping his lips. “Fuckin’ hell. You’re a sight for sore eyes, sweetheart.”

Your skin feels hot under the compliment, Toji’s flat palm sliding along the softness of your tummy to round over your breasts. Your nipples have pebbled and stiffened in the cool air of the spare room, and Toji flicks his thumb along one (making you shiver, again, he notices) before he bends his head to suckle the bud into his mouth, his tongue lapping at it in a way that has your back arching and thighs clenching.

He chuckles at the noise you make as his lips pop off, and he turns his attention to the other side.

“Responsive, ain’t ya?” He asks. “You’re adorable.”

You give him a trembling breath as a response, which he takes as a sign to begin a trail of wet, open mouthed kisses down from your breasts to your stomach, tongue tracing the shape of your navel, teeth grazing your hips so gently that you barely feel them. He takes the waistband of your shorts in his mouth and tugs those down using your teeth, and the vision of him between your legs like that--

“Ha,” he says, as his fingers reach to tug them, expertly manipulating your legs so he can get them off without moving from between them. “Careful there, darlin’. You’re gonna soak right through the sheets.”

His mouth, again – kissing firmly against the wet patch on your underwear, his breath fiery hot. His mouth is solid enough that you feel the jolt that goes through you as his nose pushes against your clit, even through the cotton. Toji almost smirks at how much of a cliché the white cotton underwear trimmed with pale pink lace is, but the scent of you is too heady for him to want to do anything but bury his head between your thighs.

Lower. He kisses all over your slit, hard enough that you jerk, ruing the barrier between you two. His thumb strokes circles into your inner thigh--

He seems content to kiss at you through the fabric – but really, he’s waiting for you to give in. To beg him to take them off. From just how wet his face is even with the barrier in his way, he doesn’t think it will be long – and you do not disappoint. You raise your whips, softly mewling;

“Please, I –”

“Please, what, darlin’?” He asks you. “C’mon, you can use your words – no secrets from your husband, right?”

“I—” You’re so cute, squirming and feeling like a slut for him. He loves it. He loves the tremble of your body and the fact that your eyes are glassy with need. “P-please take my underwear off, I wanna--” You swallow. “W-wanna feel without it--”

“Aww, y’should’ve just said so,” Toji says. Fingers pry beneath the gusset.

He doesn’t bother manipulating your body this time. He simply tugs hard enough to split the seams, the fabric delicate from being saturated in your slick.

(Doesn’t matter, anyway. While he’s home, you won’t be wearing underwear.)

You gasp at the display of strength, swallowing – and Toji grins at you again. Oh, you like that? He’s got more shows of strength where that came from, don’t you worry.

He props up your knees with his hands and says;

“Wrap your hands around these, keep your legs spread for me like a good girl, yeah?”

You nod, shyly averting your gaze as you do just that and the position spreads you open lewdly; your velvet-soft folds bared entirely to Toji’s hungry eyes.

You’re already absolutely dripping, but Toji can see that you’re nervous.

“Don’t worry,” he soothes you, again. He can’t help but notice how small you look; the pearl of your clit nestled between curling soft petals, your pulsing hole. He knows you’ll take him, but . . . fuck, he thinks you’ll be a stretch. Not that that’s a bad thing. “I’m gonna open you up, darlin’, alright?”

“Y-yeah,” your voice is tremulous, soft – and sends a throb right to his cock. It’s been straining against his boxer shorts since the moment he saw you, but your eyes all big and glossy with trust and the vulnerable position you’re in and the knowledge you have never been touched like this are really doing a number on it.

But fuck it, he’s not gonna hurt you more than he has to if he’s really going to keep you around. He gently spreads your plump labia lips even further apart with his fingers, so your clit stands swollen to attention. You shiver under his calloused fingers, as he leans in and a hot wash of breath fans over you.

Toji’s tongue darts out to lap a long, slow stripe from perineum to clit, and though he can’t see your face any more, he hears the way you whimper.

Another. He lets himself soak his face in your slick; lets his tongue get deep between your folds. You taste so good on his tongue; honey-sticky and sugar-sweet. The tip of the wet muscle gently flickers against your clit and your hands are suddenly wrapped in his hair, your chest heaving in sensitive gasps. You keep your legs raised, so he decides to be kind. He eases his lips off of you for a moment to mumble, amused;

“Don’t pull too hard, I’m too young to be losin’ my hair--”

Before he dives back in between your legs, once more licking and sucking at the tender flesh. Your stomach explodes in fireworks, your heart beating so fast you can hear it in your ears. Toji’s mouth and tongue against you is a wet, lascivious noise that at once makes your toes curl in pleasure and cringe in embarrassment. Is it awful and forward of you to be enjoying yourself like this? Your family have always drilled into you that a proper wife isn’t a slut, but still does what her husband wants--

Toji’s not your husband yet, but this is fine, right? To have him eating you out like you’re a desert oasis? His lips lock around your clit and he sucks and your vision whites out for a second, your hands tugging hard at the dark hair in your grip--

And he comes away with a light laugh that still manages to shiver with seduction. His face is shiny with you as he looks at you with eyes half-lidded and still hungry.

“What’d I say, huh?” He teases you. “Angel, I could have fucked you with my tongue all night--” He likes seeing how the crude words make you flinch, nervous but pleased but ashamed all warring within you. Your lips are pushed forward, the moue almost petulant. His voice drops a tone. “Don’t look at me with that cute pout. You don’t know what it does to me.”

If he didn’t still need to stretch you out using his fingers, he’d take a moment to kiss you so you could taste yourself and just how needy you’d been for him on his lips. But he’s still driving a hole through his boxers, so . . . the sooner you’re able to take him, the better.

You’ve gone back to holding your legs apart with your hands. Excellent.

Besides. He hadn’t finished what he was doing, and he thinks it’ll be easier to fuck you if you’ve already come once. Your poor, swollen clit hasn’t had all the attention it deserves. You’re being so cute, so well-behaved for him--

“Relax,” he says, softly, as he eases his fingers from spreading you open, dipping them in the mess he’s made of your slit. “This might sting a bit--”

One finger finds your hole; circles the sensitive entrance, making the muscles in your thighs tremble. But you keep your legs spread open for him like a good girl, and he’s able to gently push his index finger in, first to one knuckle, then to the second, and then to the ones at the base.

“Good girl,” he breathes, barely able to breathe at how tight you feel around him. Your insides are silky and hot and wet, clinging to him like a lifeboat in the sea. He pumps the lone finger in and out of you, rubbing the pad against the inside of your walls until he finds the spot that makes you throw your head back and give him a long, choked moan. “There we go,” he keeps talking to you, softly, like you’re a spooked animal. “’M gonna put the second one in, yeah? You’re takin’ it like a champ, sweetheart. You wanted this, huh?”

You babble something that he doesn’t care enough to listen to but overall sounds positive. This one’s a stretch, his middle finger and index finger even tighter. But he needs to get three in you, he thinks, or you’ll never take his cock. You let go of your thighs, and he sucks in a breath – but your feet clearly need purchase on the bed, your fingers twisting in bedsheets now they can’t twist in his hair, and you breathe through the stretch so he figures it’d be churlish to tell you off for it now.

He keeps hitting that spot as he fucks you slowly on his fingers, until he can feel your cunt sucking him in, pulsing around him.

“Third finger,” he tells you, his own throat dry. “Next time I fuck you with this one, you’ll feel my weddin’ ring--”

You tighten around the other two at that. Cute. Three fingers opening you wide, scissoring inside of you, aches – but you’re being so good for him, the most that’s coming out of your mouth sweet little whines. Toji rewards you by crooking them inside you against that spot, his thumb coming to gently rub circles into your swollen clit.

He’s been teasing you for too long, and you are a virgin – it’s no surprise that the stimulation proves too much for you too quickly, and you arch your back at the same time as fireworks go off inside of you, your cunt fluttering around his fingers, tightening and loosening as waves of euphoria wash over you.

You soak Toji’s fingers with the rush of your release; the gush of liquid.

He whistles, low and impressed. So you’re a squirter, huh? Toji doesn’t mind that at all. It’s not like he’ll be doing the laundry – and it’s kind of hot, to look down at you and see what a mess he’s made of your little virgin cunt--

“That’s it,” he says, guiding you over the last low crests of your orgasm. “I think y’can take me now, sweetheart. Let’s get you comfy--”

He shows off his strength a bit, because he knows it will get you going despite the sensitivity of your body from your recent orgasm. You’re man-handled by him higher on the bed, so your head is on the mountain of pillows you’ve slipped down. He can pick you up as if you weigh nothing at all, despite the creak of the bedsprings clearly saying the opposite.

Your legs are urged to wrap around his hips.

“Don’t worry,” he tells you, again. He doesn’t think he’s ever reassured a fuck as carefully and constantly as he’s reassuring you; but then again, he’s never intended to marry one of his fucks before.

You, though – you’re so adaptable. So untouched. So different from women and men who come onto him at bars and flutter eyelashes and make soft little insinuations. He can corrupt you into exactly what he wants, and the thought of you knowing nothing but his cock forever and serving him like he’s the only man in the world--

It’s enough to make a lesser man come in his pants.

“You’re tired, yeah? I’ll do most of the work. You lie there and take it like the sweetheart you are.”

He’s shucked his underwear off in the man-handling, and now he shifts so that you can see the full glory of what he’s packing. Your eyes widen.

He gets that a lot. Even for a virgin who’s probably never seen a cock before, it’s obvious that Toji’s the real deal – you swallow, nervous, and whisper;

“I—what if it doesn’t fit--?”

(There’s a tremble of fear in there, that you’ve fucked up; that he still might throw you aside if you can’t take him, and now you’ve been utterly ruined.)

“Hey,” he says, all comforting and appeasing, “I ain’t hurt you yet, have I?” You shake your head, but your bottom lip is still trembling. “I’m gonna go slow with you, I promise.” He shifts forward again, the head of his cock catching against your entrance. “Just keep your eyes on me, darlin’. I promise, it’ll feel so good . . . you wanna keep your husband happy, don’t ya? I’ve already got you all stretched and prepped. Just breathe--”

He keeps up the steady stream of talk as he urges his hips forward, your cunt swallowing the head of his cock first before he’s able to push more of his shaft in. You keep your eyes on his, green eyes locked against yours – and though he can hear the shake in your chest, you don’t make any noise louder than a huff when he gets two thirds of the way in. He pauses there for a minute, letting you adjust – he can feel every minute tremble of your body, swears he can hear your heartbeat.

“Good?” He asks, and you nod – and he slides the last third of himself inside you in the same unhurried pace, until he’s settled hot and heavy entirely inside of you.

His eyes map your stomach, pleasure rushing through him at how big he must be inside of you; there’s the lightest shadow on your pelvis, as if he’s big enough to make your stomach bulge. He takes in the sight of you with all nine inches of him buried inside of you; the sore, spread-wide stretch of your cunt around him, the creamy ring of your pleasure where you’re joined.

He can’t fuck you vigorously – he thinks he’d fucking breakyou - but you’re tight enough that he’s getting plenty of stimulation just from keeping his cock in there.

“P-please,” you manage to form, through your swollen lips and your glassy eyes and your dry throat. “W-want you to fuck me, Toji--”

Oh, fucking hell.

You’re perfect.

“I will, sweetheart, don’t you worry,” he instinctively leans down and presses a kiss on your sweat-soaked forehead, flexing his hips so they withdraw the smallest amount. “Just lie there and take it for me--”

You do.

He doesn’t fuck into you with abandon, though he wants to more than he can say; plenty of time for that in the future, as your cunt moulds to his cock and it isn’t such an effort to get it inside of you. Plenty of time for you to learn just how hard he wants to rail you, until you’re covered in his bruises and there are friction burns on your knees – plenty of time for him to show you every depraved thing you make him want to do to you and make sure that you enjoy it.

He fucks you with slow, shallow strokes, taking most of his pleasure from the way you feel around of him; your eyes, your mouth, your heaving chest. You’re hot and tight and wet and grip him perfectly – his fingers digging into your thighs where they’re wrapped around his hips.

He’s been hard for what seems like hours, so it’s no surprise, either, that he feels his orgasm come quickly up on him like a steam train – it’s not like you’re going to shame him for coming quickly, you’ve never even been fucked before. So he lets the heat all gather low in his belly until he can feel himself teetering on the edge – and then, he dips his head and pulls you into a heated kiss as he grinds his hips in a circular motion inside of you and feels himself tip over the precipice.

His cock shudders and judders inside of you, shooting rope after rope of his come deep into your body; thick and hot and full. His teeth worry at your bottom lip almost hard enough to draw blood, the groan vibrating through you as he comes and pushing you into another short, trembling orgasm as if trying to milk him dry of everything that he can give you.

(You like him coming inside? He can work with that too.)

Your thighs are tight around his hips, your arms draping loosely about his neck as he kisses you. Your tongue nervously probes at the scar; the slightly raised line bisecting his mouth, and though he usually doesn’t like it being noticed or touched (he knows it gives him an air of danger, but sometimes the events surrounding it’s acquirement sting), he finds that with you he doesn’t mind.

With you, his eyes flicker closed and he just enjoys the closeness and warmth of your body, even as he gently pulls his cock out of you (you leak slick onto the bedsheets, again. He’s gonna have to buy some more laundry tablets).

“How’s that, darlin?” He murmurs to you, not moving from his comfortable place on top of you. “Glad y’didn’t save it for marriage now, huh?”

Your cheeks radiating heat is enough answer for him, Toji’s smirk so wide and smug that it threatens to split his face in two. He flops to one side of you, pulling you in, cradling you against him like a little spoon. He can’t help but notice that the curve of your body fits perfectly against his.

The two of you will fit even better in Toji’s bed, he thinks.

“We’ll get all the paperwork and shit sorted tomorrow,” he tells you, as he feels your breathing begin to even out, the tremors from your orgasm begin to fade. He could get used to this too. Someone warming his bed. Someone to cuddle up to on cold nights. Someone soft, to ease the loneliness he hadn’t realised he was feeling.

He doesn’t want to get sappy on you, though. He lowers his face to the shell of your ear, breathing gently, murmuring in a voice that’s still dripping with desire for everything you represent to him;

“The other stuff that goes with a marriage too. I wasn’t kiddin’ about wantin’ to finger you with my wedding ring on, darlin’.”

[fabuloustrash05]

Can you make headcons about Ramona's kids? plsssssss :3

Oooooo, this should be fun! Just a reminder before I start that 3 out of 4 of these OCs aren’t mine. Irrilia belongs to @myrling-art , Thalos & Sal/G’throkka belong to @bludinkdragonz , and Frida belongs to me

This is just my personal headcanon of these kids dynamic and characters. I’m sure the OC’s creators got there own ideas for their OCs but keep in mind that this is just my personal take of the RaMona kids.

— Irrilia and Thalos were surprised babies, Raph and Mona didn’t plan on having them, while Sal and Frida were planned.

— People often mistake Thalos for being the oldest because of his towering height when it’s actually Irrilia who’s the oldest sibling.

— Each kid started their ninja training when they turned 6 years old, just like their father when he started training to become a ninja. Mona wanted their training to start a little earlier but Raph said no.

— Being the first Hamato born of the next generation, Irrilia is next in line to lead the Hamato clan once Uncle Leo retires. This knowledge puts a lot of pressure onto Irrilia, desperately wanting to meet everyone’s expectations of her.

— Sal hates that he’s the only boy in the family that has spots, his mother and sisters have them but his dad and big brother don’t. He feels girly with them so he always tries to cover them up.

— Thalos is very talented in mechanics and engineering and is also skilled with high tech weaponry, preferring advance alien weapons over ninja weapons, just like his mother. He’s the weapons expert of the team.

— Frida often feels like she’s a disappointment to the family because she’s the only one in her family who dislikes fighting. Coming from a family of great warriors she feels like she’s disgracing the family name with her pacifist nature.

— Favorite uncle?

Irrilia - Uncle Leo

Thalos - Uncle Donnie

Sal - Uncle Mikey

Frida - Uncle Leo

— Favorite Aunt?

Irrilia - Auntie April

Thalos - Aunt Karai

Sal - Aunt Karai & Shini (it’s a tie)

Frida - Auntie April

— When each of the kids were a baby they all loved to play with Mona’s tail and sometimes even teethed on it.

— The kids love riding on Chompy’s shell like he’s a horse (since by the time they’re all born Chompy is big enough to be rode on) but Raph always worries that they’ll get hurt or burn themselves with Chompy’s fire breath.

— Raph knows how to sew, so a lot of the kids clothes were made by him. Things like scarfs, sweaters, or even Frida’s skirt were all made by Dada Raph.

— Oh! One of the kids has a crush on someone? Prepare for constant playful teasing and annoying kissing sounds from the other siblings.

— Irrilia’s main weapon is s sai sword combo (I’ve seen so many fanarts of her with a sai sword and it looks awesome!), Thalos is more of a gun/blasters man who also wears Salamandrain wrist blades like his mother, Sal is more like his father and fights with traditional ninja weapons, for him it’s the tonfa (or even a sai like Raph), and Frida’s weapons is a pink ribbon like wipe.

— All of the RaMona kids at some point each in their lives felt insecure about who their parents are. Their mother is a intergalactic military leader while their father is a skilled ninja warrior and legend who saved the Earth countless times. This often makes the kids feel insecure about their abilities, worried they may never meet up with same greatness their parents had in their youth. But Raph and Mona make it clear to their kids that their purpose isn’t about being as great or greater then them, it’s about being their own person and carving out their own destiny and how they are proud of the children no matter what they’ll do or accomplish in the future.

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I just went through you r blong and it's?? So amazing??? Like omg I wass literally screaming when I read all that glorious stuff, you're doing god's work here love💕 but I would like to know what Kikyo, Illumi, Milluki, Kurapika, Pakunoda, Chrollo and Silva + Shigaraki, Overhaul, Monoma, Chronostasis, Setsuno, Tamaki, Endeavor, Shinsou and Aizawa do for winter and/or Christmas/other religious holidays activities with their darling? Bc I'm ready to sell my vital organs for it ;_;

Thanks you <3

Also, Christmas wit da bois is an amazing idea. (I’ll be doing normal Winter stuff and some religious holidays.)

Kikyo/Illumi/Milluki/Silva:

Since they are a family, I will combine them (and to make this large post a bit shorter and easier haha).

Anyway, they celebrate Christmas more for the gifts and to spoil their kids. You better expect a large, family gathering for the entire two weeks of Christmas and New Years. It doesn’t really matter, you will be forced to celebrate Christmas with them. I mean you are part of the family.

Think of it as a resort holiday, you are treated like a queen/king and anything you want will go. Well, other than freedom of course. Still, you receive many gifts that are beyond your price tag, and the gifts you give them are more decorative to be honest. You don’t have as much money to spend as them, so you decided to make all of your gifts because you hoped the thought would be enough. They might not look the best, but each Zoldyck will treasure it to the end of their days.

They will try to incorporate any traditions as long as they are family oriented, they aren’t monsters. And even if you have other holidays you celebrate, you will still celebrate Christmas with them. With that being said, they will be kind enough to celebrate your own holidays, it will be a smaller scaled thing though.

Kurapika:

He finds it to be a bonding moment, and he doesn’t get enough of those for obvious reasons. He will go above and beyond to please you, simply to get back on your good side a bit.

Cocoa, apple cider, blankets, decorations, traditions, ANYTHING is on. He wants you to relax and feel at home around him. Despite his extremely controlling attitude, he wants you to love him. Sadly he prioritizes your absolute safety over your mental health.

But it’s sweet for the most part, he actually seems to act normal, he doesn’t seem as if he is going to snap and try to force you into anything. But yes, he might try to get things to be hot and heavy, you being relaxed is too perfect of an oppertunity to waste. He still has a clan to rebuild.

Pakunoda:

I wrote chrollo’s before Paku’s, so it’s kinda the same. She will be more active in putting things together and getting into the festivities. She will get really close, using the excuse that she’s cold just to cuddle with you.

Christmas sex? Yeah, probably. She’ll take care of everything, you could sit back and watch her do everything. But it’s more fun together right?

Everyone is invited, so expect the rest of the Troupe and their darlings!

Chrollo:

He doesn’t mind, he’s pretty accommodating too! He’s honestly the most okay with anything. I would think the people of Meteor City look forward to Christmas, there isn’t a lot but people who really care for one another take the time to chill with each other.

With you around, they have a really big excuse to go all out! Chrollo will sit back and relax, having you and the rest of the Troupe decorate and get presents. He will help of course if you ask, but he will mostly be on the side lines.

Anything else is a-okay too! He doesn’t care as long as you are happy, and the Troupe can join in the festivities.

Shigiraki:

Christmas is something he does know! But he knows nothing of any other holiday to be honest. All for One gave him a few gifts in his life time, not much but enough for Shigiraki to develope the concept of Christmas. I mean when he was a kid he loved Christmas with his family. It was one of the happiest times back then.

So he genuinely had a love hate relationship with the holiday. You will ah e to take initiative on this one. Giving a gift, starting decorations, making hot coco or something. Anything to get the ball rolling and he would begrudgingly comply.

Secretly, he is excited to join the holiday festivities with you. Specifically with you, anyone else and they would be dust. He is okay with learning new holiday traditions too, like why do you guys light candles for a holiday? Well oh tell him with a smile and help him light one on fire. He almost burns the whole hideout down. You’ll have to watch him.

Endeavor:

He celebrates Christmas, but he’s more of a grinch. He celebrates it with his kids and wife, just because it’s something families do. Though throughout his life he never found it more than a obligation.

When you come along, he’s on the path of becoming a better person, so he will definantly try harder. One Christmas with all the fun stuff with you, and another one for his family. He kinda lets you take the lead, of course if you really want something you will have to do some sexual trades. Can’t let you get too comfortable right?

Moreover, if you are on good terms with his immediate family, you could probably add more cheer to the holiday. Also if you celebrate another holiday then don’t worry, he’ll accommodate to be nicer.

Overhaul:

Who cares about winter, it’s cold and you are more likely to get sick because of it. Your immune system will be more likely to be compromised so you better expect him to helicopter a bit more.

Warm teas, heavy blankets, vitamins, and supplaments are to be expected. Nothing sugary either, maybe a bit of medical honey in your tea but not much.

Christmas isn’t something he celebrates, but he will make a slight exception if you are good. If you act like a suck up, he’ll be nice and maybe get you Christmas gift. Maybe even a small Christmas tree for moral. I wouldn’t expect too much though.

Chronostasis:

He like winter, he doesn’t know why exactly, but he does. I can easily see him getting into the activities of December. Like the ballets and Christmas lights and other festive things that make you leave your house. Headcannon that he might be a decent ice skater too. He simply enjoys the activities more than the actual holidays.

He won’t mind helping decorate or getting gifts or any other holiday traditions. Actually, if they are fun traditions without much competitive fire, he’ll probably want to do them more.

Although I don’t see him liking the warm ness of cuddling and all that, I can see him enjoying the slight chill in the air. Supportive of any holiday you celebrate, might even try to make more traditions too.

Monoma:

He likes Christmas and the holidays, it’s the perfect time to get the best gifts for his little darling. Oddly enough he loves getting small gifts for you, it makes him feel prideful knowing you like what he got you, so he loves Christmas is general.

As for winter, he likes it! It’s an excuse to get you under the covers and warm you up. That can be taken both ways if ya’ know what I’m saying.

I think he would prefer warm drinks like tea and apple cider over hot chocolate, but hell totally make some for you. Any decorations are also game, just expect some teasing for the childish stuffed animal you keep on the fireplace mantle.

Setstuno:

He is kinda clueless in the sense he just doesn’t know where to start. Like he knows about the basics of holiday traditions, but he doesn’t know if you do those traditions. He’ll be pretty laid back when you get excited about it though. This clingy man will simply sit back and watch the entire time.

Winter isn’t his favorite, but he doesn’t mind being able to hold you close so you won’t be cold. He is very possessive considering what happened to his last lover. He will be perfectly fine with helping with easy things, but when it comes to the more taxing things, he’ll let you take the reins.

He’ll try to buy you a present he thinks you’ll like, but he won’t get too fancy. After all he really just wants to hold you close and soak in your warmth.

Tamaki:

Nervous boy feels most comfortable in winter, at least in his home where he has you to cuddle, bake, and hold. He loves the warmth found in a home, and he will encourage any baking you want to do. It just leaves him with a warm feeling inside when he can bake cookies and brownies with you by his side.

Although he’s all hands on deck when the holidays come along, he’s still nervous about it. He’ll ask questions and make sure everything works how it’s supposed to because he doesn’t want to mess something up for you. Might accidentally go a bit overboard with gifts or other traditional activities.

He just wants to please you though, a real sweetheart when it comes down to it.

Shinsou:

I think Shinsou likes winter because it means spring is on its way. I can see him being a spring loving boy because of all the kittens and flowers blooming. Winter is good though, might be his second favorite season. He loves the blankets and the hot cocoa and the baked goods and the holiday cheer. Especially the gift giving, he likes seeing you happy when he gives you a gift.

He probably won’t be too enthusiastic about any holiday stuff, but he will sure support it and help with anything you need. Need a Christiana’s tree because you can’t have a Christmas without it? You better bet he’ll get it right away.

He loves watching you get excited about the holidays, everything in the house just seems a bit more cheerful because of you. He will wrap you in blankets and jackets and hold you closely in his arms. You also better bet anything you do he will be there to help you. He might not be the most into the holidays, but he surely loves getting ready for the holidays with you.

Aizawa:

Winter is not his favorite season, but I’d say it’s probably second place. He doesn’t do too much, as he simply doesn’t want to put in that much effort in something so minuscule. But, he defiantly encourages his Darling if they want to decorate or bake or something wintery.

Christmas also isn’t really a big thing for him, as he doesn’t usually buy presents for other people. Of course, his Darling is another story. Unlike most people, he buys a few presents for you because you are his special kitten.

He will also help decorate or bake small things if you want to. Hot chocolate is a must, he has a special, bitter hot chocolate just for himself that he loves. You have your sweet beverage and he has his bitter one. Just don’t forget the marshmallows.

Warm cuddles is a blessing to him. When it’s cold he grabs blankets and wraps you up like a baby is a swadle just to hold you close to him. As for other holidays, he will respect them and whatever stuff come with them. Like Hanukkah and the candles for each night. Just don’t expect anything too crazy, he just wants a comfortable holiday evening with you.

Happy Holidays sweethearts!!! I hope you have an amazing whatever you celebrate and if you celebrate nothing, than have a wonderful day!

[petri808]

Ooooo can you do, “you’re my mate?” 🥺

Sure! 😊

@stillsnowfalling

“Natsu, you know our ways, and as heir to this clan, it is my duty to choose who you will marry!”

“But it’s not fair!”

“When you are finally king, you can change the rules, but until then, I have chosen to uphold tradition.”

“But dad!”

Igneel bellowed at his defiant son. “The nuptial rites will take place in three moons! That is final!”

Natsu stomped away from his father absolutely furious! This whole traditional bullshit of arranged marriages was as outdated as the most ancient scrolls held in their reliquary. Why was his father so adamant about upholding such an antiquated rule?! The draco clan was doing perfectly fine, what need was there for a marriage based on an alliance? At least give him a chance to choose his own bride so the union was one of love instead of condemnation.

“I won’t love whoever he chooses!” Natsu growled to himself, and his first ruling as king will be to pick someone he actually desired.

Because there was someone… he sighed, and dropped into a squat on the rock outcropping. When Natsu couldn’t stand being in the village anymore, he ran to a place that brought him a tiny bit of peace, deep in the forest. The tiny pond was hidden from prying eyes. None of his attendants or even friends knew about the place— save for one, if he could even call her a friend anymore…

It was here, in this very spot twelve years ago after the draco had once again run away from under his fathers thumb that he met her. Lucy whose last name he knew not. They were so young at the time. Natsu was a young draco of 7-year’s old, and she a 5-year-old forest fairy. Of course, it had nothing to do with love at that age, they were just two children running away for their own reasons and found a friend to play with. For the next two years, Natsu and Lucy would meet every day around lunch time and played until dusk or risk someone coming to look for them. They had so much fun together, it was truly the best two years of his life. The draco and the fairy…

Natsu still remembered the day Lucy never showed up at the pond like it was yesterday. How he went back every single day for months hoping to see those big brown eyes and wispy blonde hair waiting for him. But it wasn’t meant to be. He had no idea why she stopped coming or if she was even still alive. Had something bad happened to her? Or was it more likely her father had caught her running off into the woods? Lucy would tell him the stories of an over bearing father that made his blood boil over in anger. The problem was, she refused to tell him exactly where she came from.

The years passed by and his own father stepped up his son’s kingship training. Natsu didn’t like the constraint and many a time wished he’d been born a simple clansman. He often promised himself that one day when he did become king, he would send out his men to search for the wayward blonde of his childhood to make her his wife. But, Natsu never imagined that his father would step in to choose one for him first.

He sighed, and stared into the dark blue pool as if praying to its watery gods for a miracle. “Lucy…” if only Natsu knew where she was, he’d find her and run away from here…

The moons came and went in a flash, and the day of the nuptial rites had finally arrived. Natsu felt dead inside, his body merely following the instructions given to him. It was all scheduled out. Whoever was his bride-to-be had arrived with her family two days ago, but guards had kept him sequestered in his room, both for fear of him running away as well as upholding the tradition that they not meet until the the ceremony itself. Natsu was dressed in a ceremonial attire made of fine leather, and decorated in their clans red and gold colors. Every little detail was attended to, including painting his horns and wings with golden markings that he didn’t understand. All a part of the so-called tradition.

His cousin Sting came into Natsu’s room and gave him a couple of play punches on his shoulder. “Cheer up, it’s almost over.”

“Yeah, no kidding,” Natsu rolled his eyes. “Do me a favor, and just shove a dagger in my heart.”

“She can’t be all that bad, and besides, if you ain’t happy with her, just find yourself a concubine.”

“Keh! You know that’s not allowed!”

“Only if you get caught,” the fellow draco winked.

“Just get out,” Natsu sighed in full disinterest. “I’m not in a mood to banter.” He just wanted to fantasize about brown eyes and dream of a happier life.

“Suit yourself.” Sting shrugged and left his cousin alone. “Your dad said someone will come to take you to the ceremony in an hour. So, at least try to look interested.”

“Tch.” As if that would happen…

Minutes before high noon, Natsu was led from his chambers to the ceremonial hut. It was skin crawling as he was paraded through the rows of awaiting onlookers like a goat being led to slaughter. At least, that’s how he felt. Not a future king, but a sacrifice just to satisfy an alliance. Once inside the wooden structure, there was only the priest, his father, and another man assumably the father of the bride standing to the sides. Natsu was stood in front of the priest to wait for the brides arrival, but kept his head down the whole time. While he wasn’t looking, his ears stayed tuned to the goings on around him, and after a brief wait, he could hear chatter coming from outside. She had arrived.

His scowl grew as the tiny steps came closer, every fiber of his being in argument— should he just run? But he knew he wouldn’t get far with the place surrounded. The priest began to speak and Natsu only half-listened. Most of it was rubbish anyways, the typical stuff one might hear in such a ceremony. Some chanting, some instructions. He just stood there silently, with eyes glued to the floor. But there was one thing he could sense, the female wasn’t happy either. Her silent sobbing coupled with the demoralized aura surrounding her body spoke volumes. He rolled his eyes. ‘Great, this union will be such a happy one! Thanks dad.’

“Please remove her headdress,” the priest instructed Natsu, “and take her hands.”

He groaned in his head, but followed the instructions like a wooden puppet, looking up for the first time since entering the building. Natsu pulled the dark veil up to finally get a look at the woman, but his hands froze midair as he stared into big brown eyes coated in moisture. Was his mind playing tricks on him? Was it so distressed that it projected who he wanted to see?!

It was a gasp from the woman and the fluttering of gold-dusted fairy wings that snapped his brain back to the present.

“N-Natsu?!”

“Lucy? Y-You’re my mate?”

“I’m your mate,” she responded with a twinkle in her eyes.

Natsu looked towards his father in confusion only to find a man standing there with the biggest grin. Son-of-a— his dad knew all along! He smiled brightly and happily took Lucy’s hands at the priests insistent instruction to move along with the ceremony. But it was clear from that point that neither paid any attention to the priest, too focused only on each other. Little tears still trickled down her smiling face, while his sported a euphoric high. And when the words came to kiss the bride, Natsu gladly swept forward and took the lips he’d dreamed of kissing for years. He got his wish.

[themonotonysyndrome]

REDACTED verse -  A dinner and a show

Prompt: any | any | competition

Word Count: 2,460

Author/Team: LadyMonotone

Fandom/Original: Redacted ASMR (Vincent Solaire/Lovely)

Rating: T

Triggers: Explicit implications

Summary: It's a tradition within the Solaire Clan that the King would visit his progenies from time to time. Tonight, Will is coming over to Vincent & Lovely's apartment for dinner. What's not a tradition is the karaoke competition that comes afterwards. 

ConCrit: Y

I don’t know what happened. This oneshot just went out of my control but I had so much fun writing it today! I hope you guys enjoyed it! 

Also, I just realised that all the characters in my oneshots have been eating lately. Oh my god, I got so hungry when I was writing them that I subconsciously includes food in some of the scenes 😭 Food is my love language so I guess it’s cute that the bois and their lovers would sit down and eat together. 

That being said, I hope you guys will crave Korean food as much as I am in this oneshot! 😅

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“Vincent? I need your help. Can you tell me what’s Will's favourite colours?”

“Lovely - ”

“Because I have some formal outfits in our closet, but they don’t mean shit if Will hate the colours.”

“Lovely, hang on - ”

“Is he allergic to perfumes? Colognes? I have some soft-scented bottles that should be Vampire-friendly! I think? Most of them are floral though… oh! Does he have a favourite flower? Do you think I should buy some before he comes over?”

“What? No, Lovely, I think you’re working yourself up - ”

“I know you bought some blood bags for dinner but do you think we should cook some food too? Does Will like to eat? Shit, I knew I should have bought some groceries yesterday after class!”

“You’re not listening to me at all, Lovely…”

“We have to clean up the whole place too. I don’t know how our furniture gets so dusty so quickly! I just wiped them down a few days ago!”

“...”

“Do you think I should do my hair too? It’s a bit of a mess lately; I could use a trim. Does Will - ”

Lovely's eyes widen as a deep kiss suddenly silences them. Their heart pounds when Vincent brings them close to his chest, trapping his lover in his arms. Lovely's eyes flutter close when he pulls away to press butterfly kisses on their neck. They couldn’t help it; they moan and tilt their head back when they feel fangs delicately drag down their tender skin.

“Vincent!” Lovely hisses, not sure for what, though, when Vincent's fangs pinprick where their pulse is.

“Oh? Are you finally with me again, Lovely?” Vincent breathes, loving how their heart begins to beat faster and faster in anticipation. His chest reverberates when he chuckles deeply. “There we go… I have your attention again, little one.”

They grumbled at the unfairness of it all. Just as Lovely knew all of Vincent’s weaknesses and tickle spots, he knew how weak their knees behaved when he pressed his fangs to any parts of his partner's body. Especially down south.

“I’m serious here, Vince.” Lovely whines. “There are so many things we have to do before Will comes over for dinner tonight. I want to make sure everything’s perfect.”

Vincent gives Lovely a deadpan look. They would’ve coo at how adorable he looks if it weren’t for his Vampiric speed and his habit of chucking them onto the bed whenever Lovely is being too stubborn to listen to reason. “Lovely? A question: are you dating my Sire or me?”  

Lovely blinks; they didn’t expect that. “Uh, you, duh.”

“Then trust me, as your boyfriend,” Lovely has no idea why Vincent emphasised that last word, but they knew better than to interrupt him when he gets like this. “That everything’s going to be fine. Besides, I told you that while this might look like the whole ‘meeting the parent’ shtick, the relationship between a Sire and their Progeny is way more than that.” He patiently reminds them.

“Well yeah, but he means a lot to you.” Lovely points out. Now, why did Vincent look so surprised at that? “So that means he’s important to me too. That’s why this dinner has to be perfect.”

For a moment, Vincent said nothing. He just stares at them in wonderment.

Lovely let out a surprised squeak when Vincent suddenly crushed them in a hug. “How did I get so damn lucky with you, Lovely?” He murmurs, face buried on top of their head. “Sometimes I think that you’re… too amazing to be real.”

So soft and sweet; that’s Vincent. Lovely lets him cuddle them like his personal teddy bear until he's satisfied.

“Now, I need you to do something for me, Lovely. Do you think you can do it?”

Lovely raise an eyebrow. “Depends on what it is, Vince. I haven’t eaten anything yet, so I can only give you at least four hours in bed - ”

“N-Not that!” Vincent hurries to interject, a brilliant red blush runs across his cheeks despite him being a Vampire. He coughs once to get them on track, playfully glaring at Lovely for trying to distract him. “Geez, Lovely. It’s still way too early for… that. But we're definitely going to revisit that. Anyway, I need you to calm down for a second, OK? Will is a pretty chill guy and an open-minded Sire. He knows how much I love you, so you have nothing to worry about.” He gently assures them, rubbing calming motions up and down Lovely's back.

Lovely could feel their anxiety melts away. Just enough for them to finally breathe again ever since Vincent dropped the bomb that William Solaire will be coming over for dinner tonight.

Apparently, everyone in the Clan knows that the King would visit his Progenies at least once a month to check up on them. Just like how a parent would drop by their children's home for a visit, in Lovely's opinion.

“Ok. You win, baby.” Lovely sighs, loving how his rubbing eases the tense muscles. They arch their back like a pleased, spoiled cat when Vincent messages that spot below their shoulders. “Ooooh, yes, that’s the spot!”

Once Lovely's bones feel like they could melt at any time, they throw Vincent a grateful smile.

“Now, there’s the smile I’ve been missing the whole day!” Vincent teases. “C’mon Lovely, let’s plan for dinner before we take our nap. How do you feel about seafood?”

“Oh, I can go for some seafood. It’s been a while.”

“Spicy steamed crabs with scallops, battered pan-fry oysters and some chilled bowl of rice top with raw salmon and sea bass with slices of your favourite veggies? All Korean-style."

“Hell yes. I think we have all the ingredients for that. Wait. Err, can Will handle spicy food?”

"Uh... I have no idea. Maybe we should hold back on that spicy steamed crabs with scallops just in case."

Ever since the two started living together, Vincent really took a shine when it came to cooking and baking. The idea of providing for Lovely makes him ridiculously happy, and besides, him whipping up healthy and delicious food for them results in much richer and sweeter blood flowing within his lover for him to feed on so… win-win!

As the two of them traverse to the kitchen to start preparing the ingredients for dinner, Lovely slowly gain the confidence that their dinner tonight with Vincent's Sire will turn out alright.

And before both of them knew it, the sun had set.

After a fresh shower, the entire apartment is now spotless (to Lovely's standard), and dinner is served on the table, the doorbell rings.

"I'll get it!" Lovely announce just as Vincent finish putting down the plates. They smoothen out the creases on their clothes, roll their shoulders before taking a deep, calming breath and answer the door. Like a soldier marching towards the battlefield.

Seeing his partner's dramatic reaction, Vincent just shakes his head.

As soon as Lovely opens the door, William Solaire greets them. "Good evening. I hope I'm not too early. The evening traffic has been quite a hassle lately. I figured that even if I'm a bit early, I could help you and Vincent in the kitchen." Will explains. In his arms is a bouquet of white pear blossoms, yellow gladioluses and red tulips. When Lovely stares at them curiously, Will smiles knowingly. "Vincent informed me that you don't drink, so I decided that flowers would be the appropriate gift as oppose to a bottle of champagne."

"They're so pretty." Lovely reply, breathless when they receive the bouquet. "Thank you so much, Will! I'll put them in a vase now. Oh, and please come in." They graciously step aside to let Vincent's Sire in.

While Lovely is busy rummaging for a vase in the storeroom, Will and Vincent make small talks over at the dining table. Vincent passes the ancient Vampire a tall glass of blood which Will accept with gratitude.

"Hey, Will. How's it going?"

"I'm fine, Vincent. Thank you for asking." Will reply after dabbing the bloodstain on the corner of his lips. "The Clan is the same as usual; Our Newborn members have finally settled in nicely, much to Sam's relief. I plan to visit them next week."

Vincent tops up Will's empty glass before replying. "That's great to hear." He's about to say something else before a loud bang against the wall in the storeroom stops him. "Uh, Lovely? Is everything OK in there?" He calls out.

"It's fine, it's fine!" Lovely shouts back. "I found the perfect vase for the flowers!"

Vincent groans in exasperation. When Will throws him a confused expression, Vincent is compelled to explain. "Look, Will, Lovely has been freaking out about tonight's dinner the whole day. They think that if it turns out anything but perfect, you're going to be disappointed in them. So just... just play along, alright?"

Will chuckles; his heart warms at the thought that Lovely holds him in such high regard. What an adorable human. "Is that so? Very well then, I will play the perfect guest towards such kind hosts."

And true to his words, when Lovely joins them at the table after putting the vase full of flowers on the coffee table in the living room, Will waste no time in kicking his charm to the max. In between their meal, Will makes sure to compliment Lovely's outfit (which earned him a shy yet pleased blush from Lovely and a jealous kick at his shin from Vincent). He then comments that the spicy steamed seafood dish is his favourite, and when desserts are introduced, Will gently helps Lovely open up by asking about their interests and hobbies.

Will is pleasantly surprised to find one of the many common grounds they share: their love for analysing music.

"I find RM to be one of the most brilliant lyricists in this generation." Will states once his bowl of red bean shaved ice is empty. "His songs are undoubtedly impactful for the youths of today. Not to mention that I'm quite fond of his wordplays."

"You're into K-pop!?" Lovely ask, utterly gobsmacked. Their eyes are wide in shock.

Vincent snorts. "Alexis is a BTS fan. Somehow, she managed to convert Will too."

When Lovely turn to face Will once more, their expression frozen in disbelieve, he adds, "We're planning to catch their concert once the situation permits it."

Will's pop culture admission finally broke the ice. Lovely laughs in delight before launching themselves into an animated conversation about modern music with Will.

However, it wasn't long before their topic suddenly went off the rail when Vincent claimed that he's a better shower singer than Lovely.

"Oh please, Vince, I thought you were dying in the bathroom," Lovely interjects with a roll of their eyes. Vincent splutters at his partner's cruel remark, but Lovely presses on without mercy, much to Will's amusement. He resolutely keeps his mouth shut despite his growing grin slowly making its way up to his face. "Face it, you're tone-deaf. Being a Vampire doesn't magically make you a good singer."

"Those are some fighting words, Lovely. Can you back them up?"

"We can settle this tonight if you want. You and me; we can duke it out in a singing swag off with Will as the judge." Lovey declares with a smirk before they head into the living room. All revved up as if their previous anxiety over dinner had never happened.

"Oh my..."

Vincent turns to Will with a grateful nod. "Thanks for helping them relax. And hey, you don't have to stay if you have some other plans tonight, Will."

Will stares back at his Progeny with a faux, scandalous look on his face, complete with a hand on his chest. "Why, Vincent, where would I be anywhere but here? It's not every day that I get to see you humbled by your lover. Don't think I forget that you were once known as the Playboy of the Solaire Clan."

Shock looks good on Vincent's face. It's cute that he actually forgot how he was before Lovely walks into his life. Oh, Will is going to milk this for all its worth.

"Alright! The system is set up!" Lovely announce from near the TV with a microphone in their hand. "Will, come on! You need to help me prove that Vincent sings like a dying cat. Here, here!"

"Oi, oi! We haven't even started yet!" Vincent rebuke and flits over to grab the spare microphone. "You know what, Lovely? I'm so confident that I'll win this that I'll let you go first."

Lovely grins viciously and accepts his offer. Once Will makes himself comfortable on the couch and signals for them to begin, Lovely open their mouth,

Will couldn't stop smiling as Lovely sings their heart out, and Vincent makes his grand entrance after they're done (singing one of Will's favourite songs in hopes to sway his Sire to his side). Vincent and Lovely are having the time of their life, teasing one another as they sing. Will commits this night into one of his most cherished memories.

*"Dari apa yang aku perhatikan

Manusia mahu senang tapi tak semua mahu berkorban

Dari apa yang mereka katakan

Ada yang jawab jujur tapi selebihnya kuat beralasan..."

However, as the night grows long, Will doesn't have the heart to tell them that they both are horrible singers.

-

Tonight, it's Sam's turn. Will deliver three knocks on his door before Sam swings it open. He looks exhausted, unamused and seconds away from running out of the house.  

"Good evening, Sam."

"Good evening, William. Before you come in, can I ask why my Progenies insist on having a karaoke competition tonight? On the night where they knew you were coming?"

Will begins to smile widely. Both he and Sam could hear a heated argument between Frederick and Bright Eyes from the living room.

"No, you can't sing Bambi, Bright Eyes. I won't allow it! You're going to break the windows!"

"Oh my god, would you let me live, Freddy!?"

"We've been over this; you can't sing! Wait. What are you - put down that microphone - "

Music starts to play at maximum volume, and then,

Sam closed his eyes and sighed deeply and in resignation when Bright Eyes began to sing louder to drown out Frederick's shrieking.

**“Feel it like memalla itteon mam wiro

seumyeodeun danbi

dabi piryo eopji

Because you’re my favourite..."

"I don't know what had happened - and I honestly don't want to know - but I hope you're ready to deal with these two tonight."  

"Why, Sam, where would I be anywhere but here?"

-

These are the English translations & link to the songs that Lovely and Bright Eyes were singing: 

*“From what I can see

People want the good life, but are not willing to sacrifice

From what I hear

Some are honest but others are full of excuses...”

**“Feel it like timely rain that seeps into my dry heart

No other answer is needed

Because you’re my favorite...”