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hannamoon143 · 3 months ago

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Whatever you want

Req by @intrikatie

Pairings: Minsung (It is not mentioned as a ship,you can put it as whatever you want, best friends,relationship,everything fits lol)

Genre: Fluff,comfort,a tiny bit angst if you squint

Summary: finally a day off at the beach. Minho and jisung are looking forward to some peace and fun. just lots of silly little cutie fluff

a/n:a little minsung drabble ( i wanted to post it at stay birthday,but i weren't feeling well so i post it today,one day later <3) requested by @intrikatie. Hope you like it! As always take care of yourself,go drink some water and have a great day.💖

"Give me ten more minutes"Minho whines. "No min,you already had twenty minutes to say bye to soonie,doongie and dori.its only a day" Jisung said,rolling his eyes.He had a annoyed undertone in his voice,also if he couldn't entirely hide that he found it cute when minho got all clingy and whiny about his cats.Especially since he usually wasn't very affectionate. Jisung pulled minho to his feet and dragged him to the car.Minho tried to free himself from jisungs grip,wanting to kiss his cats one last time.

"Nooo,my babies will miss me! I love you soonie doongie and dori!" He screams through the last open door slot.Jisung giggles and opens the car door.He sits down in the driversseat with a amused smile.With a pout minho sits down besides him,crossing his arms.Jisung only gigles at that.

"They will miss their dad"

"They will survive"

"I wanna drive"

"We talked about that"

"I hate you.and the babies hate you too." minho says stubbornly,looking through the window.

"I know you don't" Han giggles,squishing minhos cheeks.

"Yah!Look at the street!"

Jisung only continues giggling at minhos pouty attitude.He knows that he is looking forward to a day at the beach just as much as himself.They could relax,have fun and enjoy the warm,sunny weather,wich was a welcome change to all the stress

When they were at the beach jisung parked.Minho jumped out of the car,pulling the bags they brought out. Jisung also got out.he inhaled deeply.the fresh ocean breeze was relaxing and felt good in his usually always stressed mind. Minho pinched his side. "Ready to go down to the beach,or do you need time to process the air cause you don't know how it is outside the studio?"Minho smirks and runs down on the sandy beach.Jisung yells after him,following him with tiny runs. He acts annoyed as always but he enjoys finally seeing minho relax too.The comeback was exhausting for them all,and they all spent a lot of work and effort into it.It was a big relief that they had done it now,and that stays liked it so much. The others stayed at the dorms,wanting to do a live later.

When jisung approached minho he was laying the picnic blanket they brought,down on the warm sand. Jisung started packing out the food (Minho insisted on cooking himself besides bringing little snacks) and his little digitalcamera. "You still have this little thing?Isn't the quality extremly low?" Minho asks,taking out the ramen he had made earlier.

"Yeah but low quality is the best quality.It gives the pictures a little vintage touch."Jisung prudly says,standing up to take a picture of the ocean with his camera.Minho pats at the place he sat before and says: "Sit down sungie,i wanna eat and if you dont take your ramen i will eat them myslef." Jisung quickly sits down and takes the little box of noodles minho gives him.

They both quietly eat,looking at the soothing waves.

After a while minho speaks up: " Also if my babies will miss me the day long,this is really nice. Relaxing now that the comeback is finished. To just sit here and not having to do something for the camera" Jisung finishes his ramen and smiles at him. "You are right min.but you now when you won't be so relaxed anymore?" Minho looks confused now,but before he can answer something jisung jumps up,takes his shirt off and runs towards the water. "When i win the race who is first at the water."he yells,laughing. Minho doesn't hesitate to also take his shirt off and chase after jisung. They both land in the cool waves,laughing and almost choking at the water.

They splashed water at each other,not noticing that they went further and further into the deep water.Suddenly a big wave came.It was quick there and minho and jisung got pressed underwater.Minho immediately came back to the surface of the water.He coughed a bit and almost started laughing again but then he noticed that jisung was nowhere in sight.He looked around,but when jisung wasn't anywhere near to find minho got a bad feeling.

"Sungie? Han?" anxiety immediately filled his body.that couldn't happen...

He didn't hesitate when he dived into the water. He opened his eyes and after a few seconds he saw jisung.His foot was stuck betweent two rocks and he was anxiously trying to free himself.Minho dived down.His own air was getting less to but somehow he managed to pull the rock away,and jisung back to the surface.They dragged themself back to the warm sand.

Jisung coughed a little bit water out,that he swallowed when he panicked.

"Are you okay hannie? Oh god i was so scared.W-when the wave came and pulled us u-underwater and i immediately was at the surface again,but you w-weren't near and i...i thought you drowned or w-worse and-"

Jisung stopped the anxious rambling from minho, by putting his hand over minhos mouth.

"Min it's okay,i'm fine alright?" Jisung said with his voice a bit hoarse from the salt water but a smile in it.

Minho let out a shaky exhale,noticing he hadn't breathed. He leaned nearer to jisung,who wrapped his arms around him.

"Why are you comforting me now?"Minho asks skeptically,but laying down his head on jisungs shoulder.He was glad nothing happened to jisung.

Jisung chuckled. "You are like a little cat,you always need comfort and someone who tells you that things are alright"

Minho snorted. A little cat? Jisung had a courage to say that.He was the one always acting like a baby.Altough minho liked being a bit babied and cared for secretly.

They both went back to their things.trying to dry their clothes.After a good sun bath,one more snack time and a bunch of jokes it's time to go home.

"It's getting dark we should drive back to the dorms"Minho says,starting to pack up the things. Han nods and also starts packing things.But then he remembers something. "Min!Will you make a pic with me with the digitalcamera? I make pictures with is since our debut so i can remember every good moment we all have." Minhos gaze softens when he sees the excitement so bright in jisungs eyes. He sits down besides jisung,and together they make a few pictures,of them with the ocean on it. Jisung kindly smiles when he looks through the photos. He loved collecting memories. At the sight of him smiling at simple photos made minhos heart melt.Jisung was a pure guy.

but suddenly minho gets distracted.Jisung almost had a heart attack when suddenly minho jumped up and ran a few steps and then crouched down in the sand.

Oh no.Jisung knew that pose.It was his look-what-a-cute-cat-i-found pose.That meant they wouldn't be able to drive home for the next thirty minutes.

"Give me the cat food from my jacket"Minho demands and jisung sighs and walks over to him and the cat, with the food.

Minhos eyes sparkle.It looks like suddenly the cat put a thousands stars in them.Exactly like when jisung looks at his pictures. Jisung had to hold back his laughter,minhos felt the same with cats that he felt when he looked at memories.he really could be a weird but a really kind guy. But also,Jisung liked when his eyes were like this.They looked deeper than the deepest spot in the ocean,prettier than all the stars on the sky.Jisung would give the world just so that spark never gets lost.Jisung smiled and looked at the cat.

"It's really cute"

"Yeah right?! I wanna take it home but soonie doongie and dori don't want another brother." Minho says with excitement but thena little pout steals its way on his face. Jisung only laughs at it. "Come on min,you fed the cat well,it will survive but your real babies miss you.or did you forget them already?" Jisung faked a dramatic gasp. " I will drive home alone then and give them to felix." He said,sounding sad and dramatic. He walked to the car but minho ran after him,getting in first.

"Noone trades my cats."

Jisung laughs at the pouting boy.

"Whatever you want min."

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ultimatetattletale · 2 months ago

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Hi sorry I died for a while but I've been waiting for my computer to be fixed so I can draw pretty stuff again (yes it's taken like 6 months). Now please consider my thoughts on what animals different danganronpa characters would be

I tried to make sure there weren't any duplicates unless the characters are related and some of these I've put more thought into lol

Yasuhiro is a goat but like the fainting ones because it sounds funny and I can see him freezing up and falling over.

Junko and ikusaba are both chihuahuas because they're super cute but stereotypically people say they're little demons and that fits junko, she seems innocent but is just a big meanie. And I see ikusaba as being like a buff chihuahua who's all awkward but could eat you alive.

Makoto and Komaru are ferrets, ferrets need other ferrets for inrichment and that's basically makoto he wants friends to be happy. Also I think ferrets are very silly, I have 4 named noodle, little man, chonk, and rebel (like Starbuck).

Kyoko is a cat, I felt like a cat could match many different characters but I believe that she fits a cat the most. Cats are cute but pretty solitary also I think it matches with the fact she isn't very scary compared to some characters (ik she's like mysterious type scary and stone cold but I think she's a cutie).

Fukawa is a skunk bc she's stinky.

Byakuya is a cheetah and I thought about this quite a bit, I had a few different ideas on what to pick but honestly I think since he's blonde he's obviously a cheetah!! Duh!!

Asahina is an otter bc swimming and cute.

Sakura... I had so much trouble deciding this one ommmgg 😭 I was thinking about bigger animals and like martial arts and I was thinking about a gorilla and how they like punch their chests. It's the best I could come up with.

Leon is a weasel because I could see a weasel trying baseball and not liking it very much.

Sayaka is a panda because people love pandas and I could see a panda singing pop music.

Chihiro is a bunny because cute and small, also he's like Judy hops cuz he and her wanna prove they're stronge or smth 💪🏻

Mondo is an alligator bc grrrr scary 🐊

Hijumi is a walrus bc his lips kinda look like a walrus and he's chunky like a walrus, I thought of a hamster too but I thought it fit another character better.

Ishimaru I can see being a Labrador dog bc he's a silly little guy. He'd be the dog that barks at flys.

Celeste is a fruit bat bc vampire bat is what she wishes she was so she tries to be scary and goth but she's just a cute fuzz baby.

Nagito is a wolf bc he's literally wolf in sheep's clothing but he's also kinda cute.

Hajime is a panther who doesn't know how to be a panther, he tries to be a house cat.

Teruteru is a mouse bc ratatouille but I wanted him to be a mouse bc they're smaller and I think someone else fits the rat better.

Twogami I was thinking maybe a pig who wears cheetah fur or smth, like he wears the animal skin of what he's imitating.

Pekoyama is a gazelle bc they're coooool.

Mahiru is a red panda cuz they're small and cute and red like her hair

Soda is a rat bc I can imagine him being a sewer rat who smells bad in his silly little jumper.

Sonia is a swan bc they're elegant and pretty like a princess.

Fuyuhiko is a honey badger bc they're not very big but they give 0 fucks abt anything.

Tanaka is a Vulture and everyone's like 'whaaat a vulture taking care of hamsters???? Craaazy he'll eat them' but really he loves his little guys and would never.

Nekomaru is a lion bc team work and big.

Akane is a jaguar bc big and grrrr.

Chiaki is a sugar glider bc tiny and cute.

Saionji is the basilisk bc I can see her Jesus running on water.

Ibuki is a parrot bc caawww and repeating people and singing bird.

Mikan is a possum bc they faint when scared and that's funny haha but also I think they're cute.

Kamukura is a panther but he knows how to be a panther and doesn't wanna be a house cat like Hajime.

Shuichi is a coyote bc he ain't a big wolf but he isn't a tiny dog, he's like in the middle and he's adaptable I'd say.

Kaede is a spider monkey cuz they're like very social but can be aggressive and I think kaede is a more bold but friendly character (ignoring pregame)

Amami is idk!!! I thought about it alot and I stuck with a tortus or a super chill deer.

Maki is like a black mamba cuz they're fast and when I think of an assassin I think of snakes. Also I believe black mambas aren't super aggressive unless bothered and I think this applies to Maki. She isn't aggressive really for no reason she might be sassy sometimes but she isn't gonna throttle you for no reason at all.

Himiko is a dove bc magician.

Kiibo is a chicken bc it made me think of the robot chicken TV channel thing.

Tsumugi is a fox bc cute and pretty but sneaky and will probably give you rabies.

Kirumi is an owl because she seems wise and owls are usually depicted as wise in media.

Ryouma is a poison dart frog bc tiny but will kill you with his tennis balls.

Korekiyo is a giraffe bc tall and lanky.

Tenko is a mongoose and honestly idk why I couldn't think of anything else except maybe that lizard that's like only girls and reproduces asexually so they're all female lizards.

Angie is an African wolf dog bc they work really well when hunting and it would be her little cult of dogs.

Kaito is a border collie bc they're really smart but cute and people always assume they're dumb but they're very smart and everyone says Kaito is dumb but honestly he's gotta be smart to be an astronaut.

Kokichi is a racoon bc he's a trash panda who would also give you rabies.

Miu is a pelican bc she has a big mouth and doesn't shut upppppp!!

Gonta Is an eleghant bc usually elephants are pretty chill and they're suuuuper cute and big.

OK thanks for listening to my Ted talk I might post drawings of chiaki soon bc she's my favorite female danganronpa character and I love her

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whumpsoda · 7 months ago

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Small Talk - Nevan & Adrastus

WOHEO Masterlist Just a little more of Nevan and Ad talking together because I love these twos relationship sooo much

cw: hypnosis, captivity, minor negative self talk

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“What’s that?”

“Hm?” Nevan responded, stirring a pot of boiling hot noodles with one hand, the other flipping the page of a worn cookbook.

Adrastus' face was pure curiosity as they stood behind him, carefully watching their thrall work. “What are you humming?”

Nevan stopped his motions for a beat, surprised. He searched his mind for an adequate answer, evidently coming up with squat. “Oh, um… I don’t know.”

“You don’t know?”

“Some… times music just, just pops into my head…” he stumbled, brain heavy with a mixture of their natural hypnotic aura and genuine puzzlement. His brows furrowed, face contorting. He’d never really thought about it, but now that he was it appeared odd. Where did the music come from…? “‘N it’s always nice… dunno… dunno where it comes from, though…”

“How silly.” They cooed, ruffling his hair sweetly and scattering his thoughts with their touch. “Silly Nevan. What is silly Nevan making for dinner?”

His expression lit up. “Oh, Master… I’m, I’m preparing some pasta for me and Malak!”

They grinned, tenderly running their fingers through his flowing hair. “How delightful! And it of course smells no short of delicious. No surprise there.”

“Thank you, Master.” Nevan’s face flushed with the warmth of praise, glee stirring inside of his chest. His second master always gave the best of compliments, always beating bubbly joy inside of him.

“You do have wonderful cooking skills, dear. Have you always enjoyed it?”

“Oh, yes, Master. I’ve always loved making my own food so my master doesn’t have to. I get all warm and fuzzy inside when I remember I’m taking off responsibilities of my master.” His eyes glazed over at the flick of a switch, shoulders drooping at the thought of such subservience.

They chuckled, patting his head. “That’s so kind, dear, but I meant before.”

“Be… before what, sir?” He stumbled, brain gradually slowing with confusion once again. He had no idea what they could’ve been referring to, before a familiar mantra floated to mind. “I’ve… I’ve always been Master’s thrall… always… always… Master’s thrall…”

“Nevermind, love, Master was just confusing themself. No need to worry your pretty little head about it.” They were quick to jump in, a honeydew smile drifting his attention back to them. “Say, may I ask what else you like about cooking?”

Easily distracted he was, face draining of difficult thoughts. “Yes, Master! I love everything about it! Most of all, um, I love seeing Malak get all, all smiley and giggly when he eats something I made, ‘cause then I know it’s good… and I like seeing him all sleepy after he eats ‘cause it means he’s happy… ‘n I like seeing Malak happy…”

“You are just a cutie patootie, aren’t you?” The vampire exclaimed, pinching his cheek like putty, an action that elicited an airy giggle from Nevan. “This meal smells magnificent, by the way. Sometimes I do wish I could eat a full meal prepared by you. Alas, my body is sadly not built for it. I can always take a tad bit, though. It’ll have to be enough.”

“You’re… I love you Master… You’re so very kind to a meager thrall like me.” He mumbled, melting to a puddle by their lingering touch.

They gave him a caring smile, a smidge saddened by his words. “How could I not want to smother you with my affections, sweet? How in the world could I not?”

Nevan chuckled, accompanied a dopey smile and draped eyelids. “I wanna… smother you in my affection, Master.”

They shook their head with a knowing, but gentle look, cupping his chin. “Of course you do, dear. Thank you for your benevolence.”

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If anyone wants to be removed or added to the taglist, please let me know! :)

#we only have each other #Nevan oc #Adrastus oc #hypnosis #hypnosis whump #thrall whumpee #vampire #vampire whumper #vampire whump #captivity whump #captivity

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newkatzkafe2023 · 10 months ago

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@lara-legomonkiekid

What if Y/N acted like Homer Simpson?

Good Lord😳😳😳

(Lmk Wukong) I don't think it was a ever good idea for you to the meet in the first place. He met you at pigsy's noodle shop where everyone was Stairing at you as you ate what seems to be 28 bowls of noodles And then you went to order another one. That was the final straw which got you kicked out

Monkey (Y/N): I paid for those noodles and they should let me finish eating them!!!😠

Wukong got a closer look at you And saw that you were a female monkey a yellow plus size one. Which was oddly cute for you you had a white sundress on and some blue boots. Wukong found himself blushing at your appearance And continue to quietly observe you until your attention turned to him.

Monkey (Y/N): Hey Sunflower wanna go to Moe's with Me my treat😘😘😘

Soft and bold I guess one drink with you wouldn't hurt

(NR Wukong) He was just strolling Bye until somebody flew out of a bar window. Would scared the crap out of him he done red inside to see What was the commotion Just so he can see a bunch of unconscious bodies and this

A chubby yellow female monkey strangling a random demon. That just raises so many questions by itself but he just Waited until you were done

Monkey (Y/N) I'll teach you to waste beer Especially my beer 🍺 🤬🤬🤬🤬

He didn't know what to make of this. But he found you to be cute. As soon as you were done, you will stomp out of the bar going next door to a dumpling shop And begin to eat your emotions he quietly followed you and asked if you were ok. She turned to look at him with soy sauce dripping down her lip

Monkey (Y/N) never better Cutie😁😋

You were the cutest chubby puzzle he's ever seen and he's gonna solve you whether you like it or not.

(Mk Reborn Wukong) He fighting some more demon again but he was alone. He saw a chubby female monkey laying watse to the group of demons herself.

His jaw was touching the floor. He never seen anybody that big moves so fast. But when he stiff the air for a minute he smelled booze??? Wait your fight like this and your drunk?! He hates to admit it but that's impressive. After your mini Massacre you pull out what appears to be some noodle like what??? When you turn to him and ask where you can get some beer, He has never been so confused in his life.

(HIB Wukong) Ok you guys actually go way back. You met eating peaches together before he challenged Buddha and got seal under the mountain. When Liuer released him to he said he would help if the went to fine you. He wasn't even sure if you were around anymore until he saw a familiar yellow figure eating peaches in the Distance. As usual you were always eating something until he made his presence known to you. When you turn, there was tears rolling down your eyes as you ran up to him and embraced him in a Hawk. Telling him that you miss him very much It have so much to catch up on. But first he has to introduce you to Liuer.

(Netflix Wukong) when he first came to be you took it Initiative to take care of him. You freakin hated how the other monkeys treated him. So you took him right under your wing. You made sure he was happy healthy and safe and Patched up his Bruises when he gets into tussles with other demons. You were incredibly worried about him Well he was starting A battle with the jade emperor and the dragon king. But you felt that he would be just fine but When you heard that he was going to be sealed under the mountain for 500 years you decided to Pack your supplies and be sealed under there with him. Just so he's not alone for a long time You have no Idea how much he loves you huh? From The very beginning you were there for him at his Worse and you were there for him at his best Safe to say he was made just for you.

Feel Free to Reblog😇👍

#monkey king netflix #monkey king reborn #monkey king x reader #nezha reborn #lmk monkey king #monkey king hero is back #x female y/n #the simpsons #homer simpson #gluttonygirls #housewife life #satisfy my hunger #eating #Can't talk eating 🤤

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helpme695 · 2 months ago

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Hello, hello,Hello,my dear!!

I saw that you were a brand new blog with barely any writings and that you wrote for IDV,so i HAD to jump on the occasion,you see?

Allow me to introduce myself (as this is most likely not the last time you will be seeing me!), I am Nina (or Weewoo!),self proclaimed platonic asker!

And I am here to humbly ask for headcanons (or a one shot,i don't know which one you prefer,but I'd be happy with both!!) For Jack the Ripper (except if you don't write for him,which i understand,He IS based off a real murderer...if you don't write for him,I'd love some Antonio! But I'd prefer Jack :3 or both if you're interested Or if you prefer to choose other than those two,that's okay!!) with a child!reader (platonic ofc) that loves all types of art? Like they like listening to music while drawing- sure they're not the best,since they're still learning,but they show their art to them when they're proud of it? And they give the Hunter(s) drawings of them?? They're just a small cutie that gives drawings to people?

Thank you for reading! I hope you like this prompt and enjoy writing it!! Remember to drink,eat and take breaks,Hun!

Stay proud,

-Nina <3

Helloooooooo Nina :D I'm glad to have you in my silly blog :) I hope you will enjoy it in the future <) I wrote for both of them since I like Antonio ^_^ I'm sorry for taking quite a lot to answer ;-; it will happen again if I continue with this writing style </3.

I didn't dive too much about child thing, so you can take it as an adult or little kid. Either way, it's definitely platonic. Oh and it mostly seemed gender nature sooo :)

Aaa i just did reader give art to these 2 lol , sooo yah </3 sorry for my mistakes

Both of them are not that experienced with children because of their backgrounds. Antonio is busy drinking his favorite wines and playing masterpieces for the nobles, and god knows what else. As for Jack, he's just being, well... Jack. :)

they don't mind children that much; it depends on their mood. Mostly, they act like 'the cool uncles'.

However, Jack is not as fond of babysitting as Antonio. He thinks there are better options, like Michiko or Leo! Or maybe, why not play with people your age? Robbie and Memory would be happy to have you around.

They recognize your unique and diverse interests in various forms of art, which is uncommon even among adults.

Sometimes, they will simply watch you to see what you are best at. That way, they could buy you something nice related to it. Of course, they would support you in other forms, as well. They just figure that if you are great at something specific, it means you love it the most.

Now, let's talk about each one :D

Antonio:

It's not unusual to find him friendly in matches if he's in the mood. A simple, goofy mistake was all it took to make this weird-haired noodle crack up (thanks to Tracy's terror shock and Martha's failed flare gun rescue).

You participated in this match. All of you were having fun in Moonlit River Park.

After this match, everyone said their goodbyes and left to do their own thing. You, on the other hand, felt you wanted to appreciate him more. So, you got yourself comfortable, put on your favorite music (or headed to the composer to listen to him), and started drawing. It didn't take you long to finish it, so you borrowed some clay from Galatea to make a small version of him. It turned out messy. Nevertheless, you colored it. Your paper drawing turned out better than your little clay Antonio, but it still looked adorable.

You would know if he's in his room by his usual violin playing. And today was no exception. You knocked on his door softly, and the long-haired man heard it. Which makes sense since he's hard to hide from.

"Come in,"

And with that, you slipped past his door. You were greeted with his usual creepy smile and a couple of bottles of booze around his desk.

"Hello (name), I thought you were tired from the last match. Especially for a little one like you. Do you want to listen to my latest work later? I suggested Mr. Kreiburg and I do a musical performance together for the upcoming season."

You didn't say anything, just smiling at him as you got closer, and so did Antonio's curiosity.

"Is there something on your mind you would like to tell me, (name)?"

He crouched down to meet your height, still looming over you. You smile only brighten when you got excited to show your work to him. Behind your back, you emerged two artworks of him. His eyes lingered on what your hand was holding before he took them.

The drawing was of him ballooning Tracy and holding you with his hair, while what seemed like a sad Martha with her gun, and Forward way back running at him.

And then he looked at your small clay sculpture. His hair looked like overcooked pasta and worms coming out of it, with some black coloring. implies you are still new to shaping.

You were overjoyed just looking at how his smile widened even more than it already was. You felt his eyes leave your art and look at your face. He honestly didn't know what to be happy about. Was someone actually spending time doing something wholesome for him? Or was it the sound of your laughter echoing in his room with the big smile of yours?

He placed your work on his desk and gently guided you with his hand to his embrace.

"I know you have undeniable talent, and I want to admire it and make sure nothing disturbs it. Today, you illuminated my heart with your caring light, crafting something priceless. I thank you for your gift, and if it was for that silly match, it's nothing compared to your kindness."

He patted your head for a few seconds and then stood up tall.

"As much as I like spoiling you with my masterpieces, you have to go to sleep. Ms. Dyer won't be happy finding you out of bed.

He placed his hand gently behind your back and guided you to his door. You were kind of disappointed; you don't like how Doctor Emily makes children go to bed so early. Nevertheless, you didn't complain. He didn't close his door yet, so you kept waving, saying your goodbyes and sweet dreams before your little form disappeared when you went downstairs.

He closed his door gently and went to his desk, which now held booze, paper art, and a mini clay Antonio. He stared at them for... what? Seconds? Minutes? He didn't care. Your pure soul made his usual lonely night better, and thanks to you, you gave him inspiration for his next musical piece.

⊱⋅ ──────────── ⋅⊰

He will cherish your gifts and art; they brightened his room and made him feel less empty.

I like to think he will force Joseph to take pictures of them and him together.

He's your number 1 supporter and fan of your work. Hell, even if it's horrendous, he'll be damned if he ever THINKS it's bad. He might as well show it to everyone and threaten anyone who says otherwise.

Despite many people and nobles gathering around him for his matchless skill, he appreciates you because you do what you want with pure intentions. He doesn't need to bother thinking about your actions (unless something is very odd), and you see him as someone to trust. Which is sometimes a bad idea because, you know... the devil thing.

He did consider having a child before, but he knows he would be an awful father. Having you around, not taking up all his time or responsibility of taking care of you, yet still filling that void, made him drink less than usual.

Jack:

If you are interested in the art of music, you just so happen to have the most skilled violinist in the whole world next door, and you might even catch him happily holding a small violin for you. Now, get ready for waking up every Friday to Monday at 6 a.m. for a teaching course. Will he make you as amazing as him? No. But you'll surely come close to amazing.

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He likes to go to the manor garden, especially at night, because he likes his "own alone" time. He is known for being mysterious, sadistic, and moody, so most survivors keep you distance from him, usually the women. You always wonder why; he's not that "bad," as you think. He even carries your teammates in bride style, and likes to joke around in serious, stressful matches at the end of the day. And very polite gentleman.

So curious about him, you asked the hunters you trust when he usually comes to the garden, and then you decided to do your activities in it, hoping to see him today.

You painted, grafted, shaped, played music, listened to music, and even helped Emma water the whole garden. You spent almost 3 hours just hoping he would show up before your match schedule start. And just when you were about to give up-

"Helloooo there, little child. I must say you know where and when to pick the most perfect time for a suitable experience."

You turned around to see the very man you waited for, Jack the Ripper, outside the matches and in the open? You must be lucky. A smile rose on your face as you greeted him.

"It's great to see you too. I hope you don't mind me bothering you with my presence."

You watched him as he went further into the garden, chatting with Emma for a few moments. You wanted to speak to him, but you didn't exactly know how. So all you did was paint one specific flower that you liked and show him. Maybe it wouldn't be so awkward.

In a good 10 minutes, you finished, and while you admired your art piece and prepared to show it to him, he was already bent down beside you to judge.

"Hmmm..... very impressive, I do notice improvements in your details. But I fear there is something off about it."

You looked between him and the painting, figuring out what was missing. After a long silence, he finally stated.

"You don't have any idea how to light and shadow a flower, do you?"

You shook your head, saying you did what felt right.

"I do like to believe this statement as well, but sometimes there are better ways, especially when you can improve it much better. Here, give me your brush."

You hand him your brush as he takes your place, watching him work his magic on your art piece and fixing any mistakes. He makes sure to tell you where you messed up.

You were surprised, to say the least. You ask him if he's an artist, but he shatters your little heart when he says he stopped being one a long time ago. For you, you did feel frustrated, angry, and sad, however. You didn't give up on your journey, even on days you wanted to pull your hair out.

A thought crosses your mind. A white lie. You tell him you don't know how to paint certain things and would like him to teach you. He remains silent after your explanation, which creeps you out.

He knows you're lying, but it's not harmful, and he understands why. However, teaching you to paint? Out of all the requests, he prefers bring you the supplies you need.

"Hm... I asked too much. Would you mind if I left for a few minutes?"

You only nod, and he takes off. You felt guilty. Maybe you shouldn't have asked him; maybe you missed your chance.

20 minutes passed, and he still didn't show up. Yep. Might as well cry a bit tonight.

You gathered up your things, only your paints and canvas left. Once you collected them, you heard a familiar violin playing inside the manor. You decided to stay a bit to listen to it before you leave. You wondered if it was a stupid decision. You could just ask the hunters and survivors if you really wanted to know more about him.

"Fascinating, is it? Antonio's violin charms everyone to enjoy the moment, as if they are just puppets he controls."

Jack almost gave you a heart attack, but you forgot about it very quickly when you noticed him holding different types of objects—a bunch of paints and canvases.

"I did say I would leave you for a few minutes. You should learn be more patient. Anyway, sorry for taking your time. That da Vinci boy wasn't pleased to see me."

He placed the canvases and objects in the proper way before asking you to take your place.

"You are a very talented child. Your previous request was too silly to believe, so I brought things rather difficult to test you out and sharpen your skills."

And he wasn't joking when he said it would be difficult. At least he was more patient and easygoing than (da Vinci young boy).

One hour before the matches started, he decided you had had enough for today. He was focused on drawing small sculpture. So you took a chance to draw something.

Just when he finished his painting, you quickly told him you had to get ready for your matches, then left so fast, leaving one standing canvas behind. Before he could call you out about it, you were already far gone. So he let out a sigh and mumbled something about children these days.

He gathered all the stuff and went to your canvas as well, only to see a full drawing of a person.

It was him, focused on his own painting, with many red and blue roses around him. You almost made him seem like an innocent art teacher who loves nature. And well... one or two of those is true.

He couldn't help but admire it. How you pictured him in your head, how clueless you are about him, almost making him pity you.

If it weren't for Emma coming back because she's forgot something and noticed him, he would be quite late for his match. Not that he would have a problem with it; he would rather watch the painting dry so he can take it to his room later.

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Nobody truly knows him, especially with how his personality switches so fast, but when he's in a "normal" state, he does feel guilty about... everything. He would rather meet you outside this game, an artist teaching young people how to draw. Yeah, that would be much better than being "Jack the Ripper."

I'm sorry, but he can't really promise to help you with drawing; he doesn't enjoy it anymore. But he can give you tips and bring you what you're missing.

He tried to learn other forms of art but changed his mind too quickly when he failed miserably. No, he would rather sleep underground to have someone guide him.

High chance he would take your artwork and study it, did you improve? How much? Was it easy or hard? How did you feel when you finished it? He can tell more about it. And he usually comes up and tells what he thinks about it and what to improve (if you want, of course). He hopes that one day, you will beat your fellow artist survivors.

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Hi hello I want to bury myself :3 I seriously need to buy a novel book or smth because I feel stupid using simple words lmao 💀 #help

Anyway Have a nice day :D

#answered #request #idv x reader #idv x you #idv jack #idv antonio #i need to get my shit together #im kinda tired #identity v x you

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imdoingitareyou · 2 years ago

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just a whittler — joel miller x reader fluff

summary: joel whittles and reader watches

warnings: mostly fluff, established relationship, flirting, teasing (not the sexual kind), being a cutie w joel, mentions of depression(?), hugging joel, hurt/comfort, idk if this constitutes as angst but just in case... angst

notes: idk i just sorta need this right now and i dont know who else might, so here it is

Even from downstairs, you could hear Joel's quiet hums. Even as the fan in the corner whirred away, all you heard was his contented sighs. Even through doors and floors, that was all you wanted to hear. Your Joel Miller being what he never imagined he could.

There was a gust of thick, warm air that hit you as you pulled open the oven door and pulled out the spring rolls you'd made for him, knowing how concentrated he could become whilst in his element, to the extent that he forgets completely about himself and his human need for nourishment.

As they cooled on the rack, you poured out two glasses of orange juice. You set them down carefully, put the rolls on a small plate and carried them up toward him on a tray beside the two drinks.

With your foot, you gently pushed open the already-adjar door, immediately smiling as you saw him, hunched up and breathing slowly, working on his next piece.

“Hungry, love?” you said softly.

He nodded, still facing away, but acknowledging your presence as he absent-mindedly hummed: “Uh... just need one more minute...”

For a moment longer, you lingered in the doorway, just watching him. His large shoulders moved ever so slightly with every passing second and you just smiled. You were glad he could have this.

Eventually, you were padding through, setting the tray on the end of his worktop and looking down at him with a smile. You waited for him to complete one more stroke of his knife before putting your hand atop his, saying, “You should really eat.”

“It's only been...” Joel glanced up at the clock above his head on the wall and sighed out, “three... hours? Fuck.”

Your palm moved to his cheek, your thumb gently rubbed at his beard. “Don't worry,” you assured. “That's what I'm here for, old man; making sure you don't miss your meals.”

“Old man?” he asked with a chuckle.

“Is what I said.”

His voice was low as he nodded along with his words: “Oh, I heard what you said...”

He moved his face closer to yours, but before his lips and yours reached one another, you pulled back.

You told him, “Food first.”

He sighed quietly, nodded, “Sure thing, boss.”

Softly, you smiled, and reached to your side where the rolls all lay on the plate, and brought the first one to his mouth. Instantly, he bit down on it, ripping it in two with his teeth. He inhaled sharply and his eyes widened as he mumbled through the pastry and noodles and vegetables, “Ooh, ow, that's hot. Very hot.”

Giggling lightly, you said, “Well, it wouldn't be so hot if you'd blown on it first, genius.”

He tried to mock you, but through his chewing, the task was more of a challenge than he had anticipated. You put the rest of the roll into your own mouth, after a few blows onto it first; such was necessary when you knew of his tendency to name you a hypocrite, particularly after finding you doing things such as shoveling snow without gloves, only hours after rushing out and insisting that he'd catch a cold and shoving a hat onto his head and quickly tying a scarf around his neck.

As you were chewing, Joel's hands landed on your waist, and with a gentle pull he had you taking some small steps toward him. Face close to yours by the time he'd brought you down to his head and your eyes were on one another's, he said, “That one was mine.”

Still chewing, you gestured to the pile of rolls on the plate on his worktop.

He shook his head, “Oh, no. I wanted that one.”

Playfully, you rolled your eyes. And once the rest was finally swallowed, you hummed, “Kiss it off me, then.”

He didn't hesitate, pulling you in and erupting butterflies in your stomach when he bit down gently on your lower lip between his kisses. The pad of his thumb ran circles on your waist, tracking little patterns over the leggings you wore as he took in the lingering minty flavour of you.

Your breaths were slightly heavier when he moved back and sank into his chair. His smile was slanted and his eyes were gushing upward into yours.

“I love you,” he said through a breath.

You replied, “And I love you. Want another?”

“Kiss?”

“Roll.”

He nodded, “Yes, please.” This time you dropped it onto his palm and reminded him to at least lightly blow on it first. Although he'd clearly had no intention to do so, he mumbled, “I was gettin' to that...”

Your eyebrows raised as you nodded your head and hummed, “Sure you were.”

Joel took a slow bite out of it, all the while maintaining eye contact. Actually able to get every flavour this time rather than just the heat, he let out a short, contented breath. “Thank you, baby,” he said softly.

With a smile, you shrugged him off and stepped back slightly, in your same position as before and rubbing your thumb over your palm, wondering too many things that you probably shouldn't have.

“What's the matter?”

You shook your head. He stood up and moved slowly toward you. His arms enclosed around you and, your ear pressed against his collar bone, you sighed softly. His hugs were always something that had the ability to make you feel better. But recently, that had changed.

You still felt safe and warm and comfy with his arms around you, but it was different. The sadness didn't go away this time. The emptiness still whirled around within you. The fear remained your sole focus. What if you lost what you had now? The people. Joel.

It was a thought that riddled your mind in quiet and busy moments alike, that stuck onto the back of your brain and kept itself busy there, torturing you from the inside out.

You hated times like this, when it got worse, and he could tell, and you'd just ruined a perfect moment.

You wanted to stop. That didn't mean you could, though.

Joel said some soft words against the top of your head, reminding you he was there, he wasn't leaving, he loved you. They soothed you for a while. You hadn't even noticed the tears as they trickled down your cheek and onto his thin grey t-shirt. You pulled away, wiped your nose and looked at the sodden fabric.

“Sorry,” you said, avoiding his eyes. Joel's head shook. His two strong hands grasped your face and he brought your eyes up to meet his. Red raw and tear-filled stared at perfectly clear and dry. No avoiding now. “I don't know what that was...”

His voice was gentle in his response, “Oh, baby. Don't apologise; you're allowed to cry.” Aware that sometimes you just needed to see her, he offered, “You want to go to Ellie's?”

Through a sniffle: “I want to stay here.”

“That's okay,” he said with a smile before pulling you in again to once more be wrapped up in his arms.

It was better that time, slightly.

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notes: im sorry if that ending was abrupt, ive never been great at them. hope youre all okay. also, happy birthday to whoever is lucky enough to share one with me<3

#joel miller #joel miller fluff fanfiction #joel miller fanfiction #no smut #no smut just sad #a little bit of sad #only s little #i swear #i promise #x reader #joel miller x reader #nogendergiven #tlou joel #i love him

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cookiesuga55 · 1 year ago

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The Weight of the World

horny brain time~ (disclaimer: these are generalized cuisine stereotypes! Just horny fun for this lil au <3)

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The idea that (along with genetics) people get a certain kind of chubby based on their cuisine. A certain ✨Flavour✨ of fat, if you will uwu

Uni Jungkook signs up to be part of this international relations exchange program where he gets to do a few semesters abroad, and he's going with his best friend Jimin. He's always been an admirer, and eats too much himself. The only other person that knows about his feeding kink is Jimin, who- by exposure from Jungkook- has also developed a love for the pudge in his own tummy and likes seeing pretty boys grow. They definitely feed each other's kinks. It's not all that uncommon for Jimin to flash Jungkook a grin and eye him up, and make a comment about how he's looking fatter than last month... and it sends Jungkook's bunny cheeks burning bright and his thighs trembling. He gets Jimin back with a playful slap to his hyung's dumptruck ass, and they both break into fits of laughter with half hard-ons. They have a mutual love for a few favorite streamers online, and watch together while chowing down bowls of rice and delicious meat.

Jungkook has never really thought about how- even though Jimin's weight settles in his thighs and ass first, and Jungkook's in his belly- they're both sort of... the same kind of fat. Jimin is so squeezable, all of his skin is soft and stretched, and his ass and hips wobble from the littlest touch. Jungkook's gut is the same. He's soft and fat in his middle, with a rounded waist that bulges out of his jeans and jiggles when he breathes.

On their study trip, Jungkook and Jimin can't help but... admire all of the chubby cuties that they see. And try all of the food, of course. Slowly, things start coming together. They spend a few months in America, a few in the United Kingdom, some in Europe, a couple in India and China, and three weeks in Japan before coming back home.

Jimin drags Jungkook to parties and bars despite the younger being shy and whining that he wants to just snuggle up at home and eat noodles. Jungkook notices that in America, the boys have flabby stacks of rolls that he wants to sink his hands into. He watches their newly-made friends chow on fast food and slurp gallons of soda. Jimin especially drools over the way that their guts are firm and bloated in the middle and hang heavily over their belts. Jungkook affectionately coins it the "McDonalds belly," after seeing so many university guys inhaling the greasy burgers.

Up next, they fly away from the flabby boys and land in the UK. Jungkook can't help but take up Jimin's job and drool over what his hyung calls the "potato belly." Guys with cute accents down pitchers and pitchers of thick beer. They chug dark, rich Guinness like it's water and, naturally, they need something fatty to munch with it. Jungkook gnaws on his lower lip as the university guys there inhale baskets of thick french fries called chips and practically live on potatoes. Fried fish and chips. Chips for lunch. Loaded chips. It's the go-to drunk food and devoured as a late-night snack. Jungkook wants to eat up the porky, slobby boys. Hearty wedges of greasy starch have built up in their tummies, and make them round and thick, just like the shape of a potato themselves. Boys belch and shamelessly wear their guts that push out full and demand attention, filled with fattening potatoes and beer. Jungkook has to sit on his hands to keep himself from groping them, and Jimin teases him relentlessly.

Jungkook pouts when they have to leave behind the shameless fatties, but he gets the chance to tease Jimin again as they step foot in Europe. Everyone lives on bread. So much fucking bread. Carbs for breakfast. Carbs for lunch. Carbs for dinner. Jimin gets addicted to the fluffy, sweet croissants that everyone eats for breakfast. Jungkook encourages him with glee as Jimin gains pounds of fluff right at the crest of his belly, making him even more adorably soft. His shirt sneaks up for the chub to squish out. Jungkook pinches it and makes the older squeak and tug down his shirt with flushed embarrassment and arousal. While the constant buttery pastries plump up his friend, Jungkook admires how squishy the cuties are here. Everyone munches on sandwiches that are mostly bread, and it makes them soft and curvy. Jimin and Jungkook's body types fit in best here, and they enjoy their own rounding tums as they hit up the bakery every morning. Jimin's soft cheeks puff out adorably from so many pastries.

Jungkook didn't realize that the type of food so heavily influenced how people's bodies soften out and fatten up. But they both worship the different shapes of chubbies in each country.

"Hyung... what kind of fat are we? What do we call our tummies?" Jungkook asks in Korean so know one at the restaurant will know as he brings another bite of creamy pasta to his lips. Jimin's cute chin doubles as he glances down at his own middle, squishy and round on his thick thighs as it rests in his lap- a new feat that had him whimpering and demanding for Jungkook to feel.

He giggles and touches the extra pudge. "Right now I'm growing my French buttery croissant belly... but you-" He openly ogles Jungkook and assesses him up and down, narrowing his eyes as he focuses on the way that Jungkook's tummy bulges from too much dinner. The attention makes his cheeks heat, despite being the one to ask the question. Jimin's answer warms him from the inside out. "You're pure Korean, Jungkookie. Home. Yummy and comforting. Fat on rice and tteok-bokki and spicy beef." Jimin's small hand sinks into the squishy swell of Jungkook's middle. Jimin cooes and pats his chub lovingly. Jungkook bites down on his lip to make sure he doesn't whine in public as a ripple goes through him and his belly jiggles happy and fat.

"F-fuck-" Jungkook uses the English word, and Jimin cackles, just to dig his fingers in and squeeze. He gets an ample handful. There's so much more pudge to grab than Jungkook remembers... is that new? Maybe Jimin isn't the only one who has been filling in on their 'eat the world' trip.

"Stuffed piggy~" Jimin teases in Korean. Jungkook sputters around his forkful of pasta.

Despite his teasing, they both waddle back to their shared room with bellies that are too full, stuffed and completely content.

In bed, Jungkook rubs his stomach and admires the curve beneath the blanket. His fingers sink deeply into the soft flesh. He curiously shakes, and a fat layer of warmth wobbles inside of him. Apparently he has been thickening up.

"All of this international food has been nice..." Jungkook turns his head lazily to see Jimin snuggled into his pillow like a chubby kitten.

"Mmmmm~" Jimin agrees with a sleepy nod, eyes closed.

"But- I kind of can't wait to stuff myself with real food-" Jungkook whispers into the safety of their room, imagining his belly full of hot bulgogi, comforting jijigae stew, and mouth-watering fried chicken. He moans at the thought. Heavy and filling. Just how he likes it.

"Mmmm- nothing beats home cooking, does it? I'm going eat a mountain of samgyeopsal when we get back. Gonna stuff myself until I can't move." Jimin mumbles and snuggles in deeper to his pillow.

Jungkook smiles at the thought. Both of them pinned to the couch, fat with all of their favorite dishes. It's such a warm and comforting image that it pulls Jungkook down into sleep, where he dreams of eating his way through a feast of familiar, home-cooked meals.

#oooooooops this isn't what I've found from traveling so much this year. nope. not at all. Not projecting even a lil. nope.#uwu #I love the idea of two best friends getting fatter together <3

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mamamittens · 1 year ago

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A Lone Melody (Pt. 5)

Soft Platonic Yandere Arlong & OC(Melody)

Main|First|Previous

Warnings: None. Excessive cuteness of a child. World and lore building?

Word Count: 1,846

They docked the ship at Fishman Island, frankly the only place Arlong felt comfortable doing this at. He wanted to give Melody the kind of support he never got as a child for his own first time being totally submersed and learning how to breathe. He was helped by a mermaid who realized he was almost five and had never properly learned yet. She was kind and gentle and one of the first people he ensured had a good nest egg when he started making money—but she wasn’t family.

Maybe that made it more noble and sweet, a true testament to how they all needed to look out for each other, but it was something his own father should have done in leu of his mother. At bare minimum, his responsibility. But clearly that useless bastard only knew how to sire kids, not raise them. And now Shyarly could meet her niece as well.

Jinbe walked alongside him as they approached the mermaid café that his half sister worked at, Melody sitting up in his arms and looking around in wonder. It was the first island he’d ever allowed her to get off at—refusing to trust any island predominantly occupied by humans. Light blue dress with seafoam green frills and small orange fish swimming along the hem a recent purchase that suited his pup. He wanted Shyarly to meet her niece in something that wasn’t a onesie, as convenient as those were while they were at sea.

If Jinbe had his way, she’d be wearing a kimono. But the idea of trying to ensure his pup didn’t loosen the tie by accident while exploring simply didn’t appeal to him. Maybe when she wasn’t so enchanted by the idea of running around on her own and getting into everything. Last week she’d snuck into the storeroom and tried to eat a potato so old it was successfully growing new potatoes spuds along with mold. How and why was elaborated on in simple sentences.

“Daaah! Tha’ poh-tat-oh smell good!” Melody had cheerfully declared while still trying to stuff it into her mouth. Jinbe had, in an effort to encourage her speech, corrected her words rather than her actions. Leaving Arlong to gently pry the potato away, finding the smell personally offensive.

It had probably gotten lost between the barrels and was now inedible. Likely only good for food poisoning.

“It’s ‘the potato smells good’, baby.” Jinbe cooed with a smile before wrinkling his nose at the potato. “What are you even smelling, Melody? It’s clearly gone bad.” Melody huffed, still reaching for the potato with a pout. Not quite used to being told ‘no’ for any reason… Arlong may be spoiling his daughter a bit when he could. But he’d never admit it.

The door opened with a soft chime, the waitresses turning their heads briefly to see who was coming in. At the back, serving a table of rowdy humans, was Shyarly with a bubble to help her move around. Her dark hair was short still, dark purple dress flowing to her hips just under a bubble ring. She waved at him briefly before turning her attention back to the table. Another mermaid, with a tail that was long and slender like an eel, beamed. Clearly recognizing one of them.

“Jinbe! It’s been a while! Let me get you two—three a table! Does the little cutie need a highchair?” She asked politely while leaning over to wave at Melody who, awestruck, waved back. Body swaying with a clear desire to both stay in his arms while also personally investigating the mermaid.

Jinbe answered while Arlong was distracted with trying to keep Melody firmly seated.

“Yes please, Kagiri.” Jinbe smiled. “It’s good to see you’re doing well.”

“Dah! She’s so pretty! And her tail is like a noodle!” Melody ‘whispered’ to him, the young mermaid very entertained by the comment as Melody flapped her arm to demonstrate the noodle likeness. Arlong huffed a laugh.

“Melody, it’s a bit rude to comment on someone’s tail like that.” Arlong chastised her lightly. Melody looked perplexed and glanced at the mermaid as though checking.

“Oh… I’m sorry. It’s just so pretty—I promise I wasn’t gonna to bite it.” Melody reassured her.

“T-That’s alright, sweetie. I wasn’t worried about that—” the mermaid struggled to not laugh. “How old are you?” Melody puffed up with pride, baring her now mostly full set of sharp teeth.

“I’m two!” Melody held up her hand and, after a brief correction from Jinbe, showed off two fingers with pride.

“Wow! You’re a big girl, practically all grown up!” Kagiri cooed playfully. “And you know what big girls get? Their own chair.” She pulled out a highchair designed to accommodate both mermaid and fishmen children with a small buckle to secure them. Melody had never been in a chair before on her own, Arlong simply holding her for meals whenever Jinbe wouldn’t.

Another waitress, a young mermaid with a flowing blue tail, took the chair and set it up at a booth, allowing Arlong and Jinbe to be seated within easy reach of Melody’s chair. Arlong was a little nervous about how she’d react, but apparently the prospect of being ‘a big girl’ with her own chair was exciting. A few pieces of paper and crayons laid on the surface of the chair’s table to entertain her. A task she eagerly indulged in with a serious pout on her face. Any attempt to see what she was drawing was met with an angry huff and her arms slapping over the paper.

“Alright! I’ll stop trying to look! Sorry, pup.” Arlong acquiesced with a smile, leaning over to kiss her cheek apologetically. She huffed but kissed his cheek back, arms still trying to block out what was clearly the rough figure of Kagiri with a long, noodle tail.

“Arlong! I didn’t expect to see you here, let alone with company. You’re always so grumpy.” Shyarly came over with a teasing grin. “And who are you?” She leaned over to be at eyelevel with Melody.

Melody stopped drawing, eyes wide through her black-tipped bangs as she beamed. Shyarly followed her gaze and smiled, curling up her tail to show Melody.

“Ahck!” Melody cried out, gently grabbing the crescent shaped fin to marvel at it. “Dah! It’s like tha moon!” Melody looked at Arlong for confirmation. Shyarly chuckled, poking Melody’s cheek while looking at him expectantly.

“This is Melody. We found her at sea and took her in.” Arlong explained fondly. “Careful, she’s taken to biting things she likes.”

“Biting? Who, this cute little pup?” Shyarly cooed, gently ruffling Melody’s hair as she rubbed her face on the tail. Clearly trying to refrain from biting—an impulse Arlong had reluctantly started to curb once he realized she was still fully capable of puncturing his skin despite her mixed heritage. She opened her mouth wide and froze, pulling back to bite her hand instead with a frustrated grunt. “Haven’t you gotten this poor pup a teething ring, Arlong? She’s part shark, isn’t she? I had the same problem as a pup. She’ll grow out of it.”

Arlong flushed, shrugging his shoulders a bit helplessly. He had, in fact, gotten her many teething rings. Most were demolished quickly, though the Adam wood ones lasted the longest. Metal was just not good for her teeth.

“We’re not sure what kind of mix she has, honestly.” Jinbe admitted with a shrug. “But we do know she’s half human.” At that Shyarly looked surprised, glancing at Arlong like she expected him to deny it.

He couldn’t really blame her? His attitude about humans was hardly a secret.

Arlong leaned over and gently took Melody’s hand from her mouth. Wiping it with a napkin to see if she’d hurt herself. Melody was rather good about not breaking skin once they started training her to be more aware of her bite strength. Pleased to see now damage, just a slightly damp fist, Arlong kissed her cheek again.

“She’s my daughter. Nothing else matters.” Arlong explained quietly with a huff. “Maybe not by blood, but she’s no less mine.”

Shyarly still looked surprised, but there was an undeniable look of pride in her eyes.

“Well then, I guess that’s that!” Shyarly declared with a smile before turning to Melody who was still gently stroking the curve of her fin. “Hey, sweetie. Do you know who I am?” Melody paused, looking up at her.

“…No? B-But you have a pretty tail! I can say that, right dah?” Melody asked. Arlong chuckled and nodded.

Shyarly laughed, tapping Melody’s nose to regain her attention.

“I’m your auntie! Arlong’s my older brother—you can just call me Auntie Shar.” Melody gasped.

“I have a pretty auntie, Auntie Shar!” Melody declared, much to Shyarly’s delight.

“And I have a cute little niece! You have such precious eyes!” Shyarly cooed.

“I’m taking her for her first swim later this evening. Would you like to join us?” Arlong asked. Shyarly’s reaction was instant.

“Oh! Her first swim! Oh, little pup, you’re going to go swimming today? I’d love to come!” Shyarly agreed. “The little grotto by the bay, right? Where we used to swim when I was almost as small as she is?” Arlong nodded with a fond smile.

Arlong hadn’t been there for Shyarly’s first swim, but he often took her to a small, secluded area to make sure her tail didn’t grow weak from lack of use. ‘Walking’ with a bubble ring was convenient on land and less abrasive for mermaid tails, but the movements were different from swimming. Trying to walk with their tails was difficult and the end result ridiculous for all parties. Mermaids that never swam often had problems with their tails later in life, usually weakness or becoming bent in painful shapes. The pressure from their weight and the streets wearing down on their scales, muscles, and bones.

Of course she’d remember where it was without him saying it.

First swims were a more private, family-oriented affair. Sometimes frightening and undeniably a vulnerable moment for guppies and pups. And, traditionally, done in the shallow reefs. It just wasn’t the same doing it in a tub or pool, which was considered bad luck. Often being taken as a sign that the family was preparing their children to live far away from the sea—something that usually only occurs if they’re sold into slavery.

So yeah.

Arlong was taking his daughter on her first swim to the sea. Where she’ll learn what freedom, true freedom, feels like. Not the wind on an open deck or a port town.

Just the endless blue sea that she can explore at her leisure—when she grows up of course.

They ordered their food and left Shyarly to tend to her other customers. Arlong keeping an eye out for her while helping Melody eat.

Predictably, both Kagiri and Shyarly each received a picture of themselves lovingly rendered in messy crayon with an abundance of lopsided hearts. They were delivered with hopeful eyes and a hug that couldn’t be denied, even if they wanted to—which they naturally did not.

#one piece #a lone melody #platonic yandere #one piece oc #one piece arlong #one piece jinbe #one piece shyarly

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hey so this may be. A Question. but how would gaffen + widget + maybe the champions react to undertale/deltarunes characters. sorry for undertaling you </3 . also anything on the champions descendants?

OKAY here i go. finally. im gonna limit it to gaffen/widget unless I can think of a funny interaction between undertale characters and the champions I think solely bc there are a lot of them...these are gonna be fairly superficial and based on first impressions don't think too hard about them </3 cause theyre kinda bad

honestly they'd collectively be very weirded out by monsters that can actually speak to them. widget and daruk would definitely try to work things out and yknow. not try to kill anyone while given the first sign of violence gaffen might start attacking everyone. so my first thought is. they are probably better off sticking together in this scenario because of gaffen. and tbf it's not like widget wouldn't be suspicious either, she would be less than friendly at first, especially if she learned how monsters got into the underground. she'd immediately start wondering why and paint humans as the victims who must have had a good reason to do such a thing. idk i'll go in the order of a neutral route

flowey: i'll be honest they would not like flowey...which is HORRIBLE ik. I imagined them trying to beat him up and them him resetting which!!! I do not blame him. if they knew more about him I don't think gaffen would be sympathetic and urbosa would just be pissed. however. mipha probably would reconsider. widget would be all like DONT LOSE HOPE THERE MUST BE ANOTHER WAY!!! revali going "tch I would do cooler things if I could reset everyone" would be funny i admit but smhhh

toriel: ok I admit I think urbosa would be like "shes such a soft mom geez." (baka.) if gaffen wasnt in work mode he'd want to make puns with her and eat her pies....in the meantime he will stare soulfully at her. if toriel read widget facts about snails then widget would be fascinated im ngl she would stay in the ruins with toriel if this was an actual undertale route. however I think they are just taking a tour so whagever

sans: widget would be a bit startled by his jokes! also I think sans would realize that shes like, a PRIME target for them. gaffen and sans would get into a staring contest and gaffen would lose because sans has no eyelids. or does he

explain this toby fox!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

papyrus: oh you bet widget and papyrus would get along. immediate best buds. gaffen would look at papyrus like he was insane (his eyes are bloodshot from skeleton staring contest) revali being all are you AWARE of how GULLIBLE you both ARE would be funny and mipha immediately jumping to widget and papyrus's defenses would be super funny

undyne: urbosa being like UM. I am FAR less of a show off than you are. you must serve your kingdom with grace. and then they get into a suplexing contest. daruk also joins but he's like oh haha i'm doing this for fun :) while undyne and urbosa are giving it their all. widget is cheering for urbosa obviously and gaffen is a last-minute contestant. widget cheers even harder for urbosa. im not sure who would win but it's not gaffen. also urbosa thinks it was super funny. also mipha would be fascinated by the echo flowers + have a lot of fun swimming around in waterfall. heartbroken by onion-san and tells her all about zora's domain </3

alphys: im going off my immediate first thought so honestly widget asking what anime is and alphys freaking out about it at first and widget being like OH NO WHAT DO I DO. mipha being like...tell me about this...anime...also widget would think mettaton is really cool. revali might like it but he would not express interest at first. and then he would criticize the sequel to mew mew kissy cutie along with alphys really passionately (iirc??? I forgot which one she didnt like) gaffen is eating instant ramen noodles straight out of the package when no one is looking. also if widget knew about the true lab she'd be like well um its fine ??? you did what you could ig wouldnt think of it as bad at all. which. erm. widget. urbosa would complain that her and daruk cant fit in the elevators and criticize asgore's city planning

asgore: yeah speaking of him. idk I think theyd like him. especially if they've heard a lot of good things on their way over. im imagining them all sitting down for tea...widget might be a little skeptical. and would also definitely figure out that him and toriel are divorced and ask intrusive questions about it. if this was deltarun id say asgore might be a little more interested in talking to gaffen I think he would see a bit of resemblance between gaffen and kris, mostly just quiet + weird + :| face I think. gaffen would just be quietly intimidated I think

OKAY. i'll do deltarune ones cos im kinda enjoying this

kris: ok honestly I cant even imagine kris would want to interact with them. widget would track them down and kris would just leeeeaaave

susie: widget immediately thinking susie is horrible and awful and susie responding in kind by being susie-er is funny to me. she would think widgets relationship with the champions and gaffen is super weird I think, but would she say this? idk.

berdly: ...yeah this is one of the reasons I wanted to answer this ask. I just. revali and berdly...I dont think theyd get along at all I think they'd see the worst aspects of themselves in each other and hate each other </3

uhh I think that is enough for me. for Now. but. yea

champions descendants is fairly complicated so uh if you wanted to send me another ask abt it so I could answer it separately...pleas...

#glider rambles #asks #im still pretty tired but I hope you enjoy #also everyone gives hathy a kiss

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Starting an Adaman x reader fic because I’m so freshly obsessed. Here’s the first chapter :> also posted on AO3 under the same user!

The One Chosen by Arceus

Your previous life was difficult, but at least you had indoor plumbing. But hey, at least this life has Adaman. You two begin a relationship and Adaman is interested in how you'd like to progress based on your customs from where you're from. Your preferences, however, have him a bit dizzy and flustered, but aren't entirely unwelcomed. It'll just take a bit of time.

Chapter 1: Your Future That Was and Your Present That Is

Living in the past was hard. Especially when you had had all the blessings of modern life. Essential items like indoor plumbing, laundry pods, and instant noodles. Then of course were the other, more progressive blessings. Such as having autonomy over your body, your sexuality, and the freedom to dress and act how you wanted.

You were lucky you weren’t part of either the Diamond or the Pearl clans, as they were much more rigid in tradition than that of the Galaxy Team. A few benefits to being in the past was that everything was... simpler. You could just do what you wanted, you didn’t need a 9-5 chaining you to a desk or slaving away in retail. However, you also couldn’t stop at a street cart for a quick meal, either.

You heaved a heavy sigh, hauling a large piece of wood up to your homestead. Your pokemon were around you helping with other degrees of difficulty. You insisted the smaller ones didn’t need to help, but they seemed to ignore you, proving they were just as big and strong as the others. It warmed your heart to know that pokemon weren’t really all that different from your time. They were of course, much much less domesticated than you were used to, but with TLC and persistence, they were as loyal as your team back when you were from.

“Putting them to work, I see.” Huffing laughter sounded behind you, and with a loud ‘oomf’ you dropped the heavy wood to the ground. Your pokemon were more than used to Adaman coming around and paid him no mind as they continued to haul wood and slash it into smaller pieces.

“I don’t make them, they want to help. Of course, it’s incredibly appreciated all the same. I’ll have to make something delicious for dinner. You swing by to eat with us?” You were clad in only a rudimentary sports bra and casual pants, your new age tattoos on full display. Of which had Adaman respectfully, and bashfully, looking away.

“I- uh, yeah. If you don’t mind.” You gave him a second to compose himself before he met your eyes once more. You smiled somewhat apologetically. You were used to doing house work in athleisure, and considering you lived alone out in the coastlands, far from Iscan, you weren’t thinking of anyone seeing you. In this time, it was scandalous for a woman to be so disrobed, especially in the outdoors, and more importantly - in front of a man who wasn’t her husband.

You had made it clear to Adaman when he first saw you in such attire that back when you were from, it was completely normal for women and girls to expose their shoulders. Normal even for some young women to expose their midriffs, chests, and back. Of course, he wasn’t necessarily a man for fashion, but he enjoyed the stories all the same. And you found him on more than one occasion leering at you - but you had the decency to not bring it up. At least not at that time.

Sidling up next to you, he motioned to the wood at your feet, “Need some help?”

“Ah, no thanks. Actually, with you here, I can get started on dinner. These cuties are bomb with cutting the wood, but making dinner is more suited for people hands, don’tcha think?”

Your grin had him entranced, though your words went over his head a bit. “They’re a bomb? Are they going to explode the wood?” He watched as your face morphed into a smirk. “Hey! Don’t give me that look, I may be the all wise leader of the Diamond Clan, but how am I supposed to know what all your new age phrases mean?”

“Have I not said ‘bomb’ yet? Interesting... well it's a little old for slang in my time, too, so I guess it's not surprising I haven’t said it.” You shrugged nonchalantly, waving Adaman up to your porch as you both went inside to prepare dinner.

“Ha, you saying old fashioned things? I can count on one hand the things you’ve said that I’d consider old fashioned.” His sly grin had you elbowing him in the side. “So, what’re we making?” Rubbing his hands together, he looked to you eagerly.

“Stew! Again...” You laughed sheepishly, it was your main go-to dinner dish. Easy to make, easy to taste good, and easy to eat for a few days. You expected a groan from your unexpected dinner date, but instead he rubbed his belly and had a dreamy look on his face.

Sighing aloud, “Mmmmm... Your stew... It's so good! I won’t ever get tired of it. Think I could take some home later for Mai and the others?” His eyes were fixated on yours, your cheeks warming a bit.

“Yeah, of course! I always make tons anyways, I’m used to feeding a lot of people, so honestly, you taking some off my hands is a favor.” Scratching the back of your head, “And thanks for not being annoyed, I know it must not be very enjoyable to eat the same thing over and over when you come and visit.” You couldn’t help it, honestly. It was the easiest thing to make. Plus, you could toss in a bunch of stuff and it still would taste amazing.

Adaman laughed loudly, “Please! If it was bad maybe I’d complain, but it’s absolutely delicious, I look forward to it every time I visit. Honestly, I miss it when I’m not here. No matter how often I make it with you, I can’t quite replicate it back at the Settlement.”

You grinned, walking backwards towards the kitchen, holding a finger over your lips, “Aye lad, ‘tis a family secret.” You laughed at his confused expression, moving around the counters and grabbing spices you had tediously collected. “Next time I’m in the Settlement I’ll make some for you and write some notes for a recipe. Just remember,” Sitting everything in front of you, you moved to the Rotom fridge you had, “Nothing needs measuring. You feel it from here.”

Adaman watched as you held your hands to your chest, eyes closed. “To your heart?” Blinking at each other, you burst into laughter.

“Sorry, sorry. I meant here.” You made a big show of rubbing your belly with your tongue sticking out. He grinned as he leaned forward on the counter, watching you closely with every move you made. “Tonight, we’ll be having stantler meat!”

You presented him with the wrapping of fresh meat from a stantler you had killed earlier in the day. He smiled softly, resting his hands atop yours that sat on the bundle. The both of you closed your eyes as he whispered a prayer, thanking Almighty Sinnoh and Mighty Dialga for the life of the stantler and for blessing you with the meal.

Keeping your eyes closed, you breathed deeply for a moment. Everything in this time was different. You had to learn how to field dress your dinner, how to preserve it, and how to thank it for its life and for how it was now sustaining you. Everything felt much more connected in this simple life you now lived.

Gasping slightly, you gave a start as Adaman kissed you softly. Opening your eyes, your cheeks warm, you met his soft gaze. “Sorry, you just looked so peaceful. Couldn’t help myself.” You smiled easily, leaning forward and nuzzling his nose with yours before you gave him a quick kiss back.

That was how it's been for the past few months. You couldn’t deny the spark you had for each other, the heat in your chests gathering every day you spent together. He had helped you build your house halfway through when he finally sniffed you out. He had told you it was a coincidence, and had sworn Calaba to secrecy when he begged her to have Ursaluna track you based on a scarf he had from you. He had tried to enlist Iscan for help, but the man refused to oust you without your prior permission.

It was a favor he anxiously awaited the Pearl Warden to call upon everyday, but most importantly - it had led to you. He had been overly flustered in the beginning as he helped you build your house. Your revealing clothes had been a culture shock to him, especially when he had seen all your new world tattoos.

It wasn’t as if tattoos were uncommon, he knew many people who had them. However, they weren’t done with such artistic style, detail, and colors as yours had. Many of them were of pokemon he had never seen, let alone heard of. You had spent those evenings together next to the fire, breathing in the salty air as you showed him each art piece and described the pokemon depicted. Some were just art that you liked. He knew if a select few of his people saw you undressed like you usually were, they would sneer and judge you.

But he welcomed the change. Welcomed the happiness you brought him. At first it was fascination with you falling from the sky, then about your connection with the rift and the Lords of the land. He kept telling himself it was just all the new interesting curiosities that seemed to surround your very existence. How you were chosen by Dialga, how it seemed you were truly blessed by Arceus, how you saved all of Hisui.

It took him time to realize he was in love with you. Longer than he’d like to admit, but he rationalized it in his heart, that it wasn’t time wasted but instead time used to understand you and himself. How you fit into his heart and soul. He had come to such a realization while he was helping you construct things for the house. Every day spent designing, building, preparing, decorating. Every time you explained what you had in your home back where you were from, how you mistified him with the forms Rotom could take and how you utilized the small pokemon, and others as well to make life easier in this untamed world.

“Adaman... Adaman... Hey! Adaman! Are you listening to me?” He jumped slightly, your voice in his ear and your hands tugging at his hair. With a flush from the sudden excitement of you pulling his hair and saying his name right into his ears, he jerked back. “What were you thinking about, oh wise one?”

Huffing a small laugh, he moved around you, grabbing the large cauldron from the floor by the... fridge, you had called it. “About how I’m about to expire from hunger, I mean really - how long is this going to take?”

He grinned as he heard you gathering everything together and rushing towards him. “Shouldn’t be too long, I have some bone broth I made earlier. Of course, the stew will always taste better the longer it sits for.” The two of you grinned at each other. You couldn’t help as butterfree gathered in your tummy.

Every time Adaman smiled at you felt like the first time. He had your heart in knots, and you were sure that you were in love with him. You hated how in this time, everyone was so conservative. Suffocatingly so. You paid little attention as Adaman dropped the cauldron into the already burning fire pit, or how he went back inside to grab the aforementioned broth. You focused instead on portioning out some spices, cutting what needed to be cut, and crushing what needed to be crushed.

You felt as if you were grinding your frustrations down as well. Yes, everyone here was either mildly conservative or extremely so. You knew it would be a blow to his reputation if anyone saw you wantonly kissing the Diamond Clan leader. How scandalous indeed, to be seen kissing someone you weren’t promised to on the mouth. How they would balk at the thought of you kissing his neck and leaving marks.

You wanted your relationship with Adaman to go further. To be physical in more ways than just hot and heavy kissing. But you had no idea how to even broach the subject. He had never made a pass at you to go further than kissing, had only somewhat begun to reciprocate your neck kisses. No petting or groping or grinding. It was driving you mad. You wanted to jump his bones, but you were sure he had never been with anyone, he just wasn’t the type to fool around, no matter how much he seemed like a flirt.

However, you were sure Iscan knew to an extent how close the two of you were. The Warden was no stranger to the coast and had found you early on. Adaman had seen him around as well and had pulled aside his clansman in a hush of whispers. At the time you were worried some what that Iscan would tell the other Diamond Clan people that their leader was frolicking on the coast with a barely clothed outsider. But you quickly realized such assumptions were needless when you remembered his relationship with Palina of the Pearl Clan, not to mention how trustworth and honorable he was. Your secret was safe with the noble Warden of Basculegion.

“Boo!” You startled from your lost thoughts as a warm strong hand held your wrist tightly, keeping the knife secure as an arm looped around your waist.

“Adaman!” He laughed easily behind you, body against your sparsely clothed one, soft clothes rubbing you. “Thank you for holding my hand, at least now I can’t say you were at fault for me disemboweling myself.”

Loud gagging echoed behind you as you laughed louder, his warmth leaving you as he came around to dump the broth into the pot, grabbing the bones as they threatened to fall in. Setting them aside, he added the meat as you dumped all the spices in. “Can you grab the veggies from the fridge? I forgot to get them. Oh! And another knife, there’s a lot so we can share cutting them up.”

“You’ve got it, boss.” You cackled as he walked away, his own laughter drowned out by yours. Almighty Sinnoh, how he adored you. He sauntered into your home as if it were his and he toyed with the idea that had been sitting in the back of his mind for some time now. He just wasn’t sure how to bring it up. You were from a different time, you hadn’t even flinched when he suddenly kissed you for the first time!

If anything, he thought back, you were excited. Thrilled, even. You immediately sought him out, clinging to the front of his haori and pulling him into another kiss. When you had licked his lips with your tongue though is when he pulled away. Your assertiveness, and experience, had made him too nervous.

You had explained to him how doing something like that wasn’t inappropriate, how it was casual and normal to do from the time you were from. He had told you how much he liked you, and you confessed that you cared a lot about him as well. You kissed a couple more times, all closed mouthed, and he thought he would burn up from the inside out.

It wasn’t long before he was kissing you more boldly, though without tongue. It had taken him weeks to be brave enough to do so, but once he let you roam inside his mouth he couldn’t stop himself from craving your kisses. How he dreamed about them, yearned for them, and sought them out actively every time you were together.

He brought the veggies out to you, sitting another cutting board in front of him as well and the two of you began to cut vegetables together in comforting silence, listening to the fire pop and your pokemon chew on the leftover bones.

Adaman let his gaze wander to you. You looked at peace and in your element preparing the meal. You’d make a good wife. Swallowing thickly, he turned back to his own board, tips of his ears red. He hoped you wouldn’t notice. He had been thinking of proposing, maybe... But it wasn’t something he could simply do considering he was the leader of the Diamond Clan. His marriage would at least have to be somewhat political. Either within his own Clan, or possibly someone from the Pearl Clan.

However... You were a part of the Galaxy Team... That in a way could be political. He would have to ask Irida her thoughts about it the next time he saw her. He felt you shift closer to him as you dumped your portion of the veggies into the pot. He smiled, leaning on your shoulder as he followed suit.

“Here, I’ll take them back inside.” You grabbed the knives and cutting boards and made your way back inside. Adaman turned and somewhat shamefully watched you as you walked away. His eyes couldn’t keep themselves away from your backside, or thighs, or shoulders. You had become toned in the time you spent in Hisui, certainly all the physical labor and constant working had taken its toll on you.

Quickly turning back to the cauldron, he swallowed thickly. Tonight would be the night. He would ask you if he could stay with you throughout the night, and sleep together. In the same bed. Together. You and him. He wanted to take your relationship to the next level, but he was also painfully nervous about it all. But he could do this - just sleep. With you. In bed. Together.

Swallowing thickly, he jumped slightly as he heard the door to your home close, signaling your return. He took a deep relaxing breath. He could do this. He could ask you about... sleeping. Together. He would have to make it clear though that that was all he wanted to do. He didn’t want to get your hopes up just to upset you by saying no later on.

He had said it before, too. When your hands wandered over him while you were kissing sometimes. He felt terrible, like he was letting you down or holding you back. But every time you always backed off him completely. Would ask him if he wanted to keep going or to stop. Sometimes he would say keep going, other times he would feel so overwhelmed that he asked you to stop completely. Sometimes he even asked if you could put a kimono on and cover yourself.

He always felt like a bad person afterwards. Like he was hurting your feelings or stealing something from you. Every time though, you always held his face, kissed his forehead, and told him that you wanted whatever he wanted, at any pace he wanted to go. He felt like a child. Sure, he was well past the marrying age for the history of his Clan position, but... He just didn’t have the experience.

He didn’t know what experience you had, however... He was too nervous to talk about any sort of intimate details like that with you. He would pluck up the nerves soon though. He wanted to know, wanted to know what you wanted in this relationship. But first he would have to find out what he wanted from this relationship... Was it even a relationship? What were the two of you, anyways?

A loud sound shook him from his spiraling thoughts, and he thanked Sinnoh for such a distraction. Your pokemon seemed to be fighting over the last bone from the stock earlier and you had gone over to them to sort it out.

“The way you handle your pokemon is incredible, you know. They’re openly being food aggressive and yet you get right between them like it's nothing.” His gaze was full of admiration as he watched you, arm resting on his knee and face in his palm.

You could feel him watching you, body getting hot from the compliments. “Ha, thanks. It's nothing, really. I just... I was raised differently, you know? Pokemon are such an intrinsic part of my life back where I’m from. And here... It’s no different, but still completely different, you know? I trust my team with my life, and I try to treat them as my equals, as my family. Cause that’s what they are, you know?”

You tried to not get lost in your thoughts, “When the Galaxy Team turned their backs on me- well, most of them, all I had were my pokemon. And you and Irida, of course!” You turned back to him from where you were holding your Rapidash’s face in your hands, a large grin plastered across your perfect visage. “I was so lost, and hurt, and scared. But these guys were here for me, and I’ll never take that unconditional love for granted. Not when I’ve lost everything so many times.”

Adaman stood, walking towards you after giving the pot a generous few stirs. Circling his arms around your midsection, he rested his jaw on your shoulder, watching as Rapidash soaked up all the affection from her handler. He knew about who you were before you came to him- or well, to Hisui.

You came from a life of struggle. Of losing things and people close to you. How you treasured every friendship you had, but always scared of holding someone too close. He was thankful to Mighty Dialga that you allowed him into your heart and life. He was happy you let Mr. Professor and Rei in too, and begrudgingly Irida as well. He was afraid, back at the Ancient Retreat, that you’d have chosen Irida over him, for just a moment.

You weren’t close then, not like you were now. But he had realized then that he wanted to be close to you. That he wanted more than just a professional alliance, he wanted you in his life. As a companion.

Inhaling your scent, he nuzzled into your neck, kissing you softly. You sighed happily, hand coming up to pet his hair. He hummed happily before taking a deep breath. “Mind if I stay? Here, with you? For the night, I mean?” He felt you tense under him, hiding his face resolutely in your neck. All his earlier sense of bravado suddenly lost. He didn’t want to see your expression as he followed up with, “Just to sleep, I mean. I’m not ready for anything else just yet... I just... Want to be close.”

Finally, he let you turn in his arms, bashfully looking to the side with pink cheeks. You gently caught his face in your hands, leaning on your tiptoes and kissing his forehead. “Only if you really want to. I don’t want you to feel like you have to, or that you’re neglecting me. I’m happy with what we are right now, and I’d love for us to have a sleepover, too!”

Relief spread through his body as he relaxed, your arms winding around his neck as he leaned forward to kiss you. With more confidence than asking you his question, he licked your lower lip, slipping his tongue into your mouth as you both moaned softly. Indulging in you was so easy, it was if it instantly relaxed him.

Sliding his arms downwards, he kept one around your waist and tentatively moved the other to hold your hip. Tightening his grip, he pulled you closer and moved his lips against yours, pressing his tongue deeper into your mouth. Tracing over your tongue, he brushed along your teeth and cheeks, moaning into your mouth as you sighed happily.

Rapidash, however, was not happy to have lost her attention from her favorite human, leaning down to where Adaman’s hand rested on your hip and nipped him. “Ow! Hey-” His words died in his throat as Rapidash puffed air into his face before nudging him away from you. Leaning forward, she rested her large head across your chest, effectively keeping Adaman from getting close to you again. “Are you just gonna let her do that?!”

His incredulous voice, combined with Rapidash’s haughty behavior, had you in a fit of giggles, laughing so hard you bent forward and wheezed. “H-Hey, come on! You’re not even going to scold her? I see who your favorite is...” Adaman turned before you saw his wide smile, moving back to the cauldron and stirring it once more, scraping the bottom to make sure nothing was sticking.

“Awww, Rapidash, are you jealous, my little lovebug?” Your loud cooing words were meant to tease him as much as it was to soothe your pokemon. “You’re my most favorite Rapidash ever, yes you are! No one is as beautiful and majestic as you! Just look at your wonderful awe inspiring blue flames! Yes you are, you’re just so pretty, my prettiest girl, mommy loves you, yes she does!”

Smiling to himself, he stared dreamily at you, your other pokemon beginning to circle you as well, all begging for attention after listening to you gush over Rapidash. Laughing happily, without a care in the world, he watched as you gave each one well deserved strokes, pets, and kisses.

He sighed contentedly. Leaning back on his hands, his lower back against the log the two of you usually sat on, and watched you. Once you had loved up on your pokemon, you once again sought him out. Your pokemon followed you, circling the two of you and getting comfortable as they dozed off in the evening sun.

Standing before him, you pointed at his lap where he sat, “Is this seat taken? You can say no.” You smiled easily at him, your hair in the wind and he could smell the sweet scent of your soap. Swallowing thickly, he cleared his throat. Scratching the back of his neck, he nodded, and braced himself as you sat happily on his lap.

Relaxing as you didn’t do anymore than sit and look at him, he melted and wrapped his arms around you again. His hands traced your tattoos and admired them once more. “I hope we can get the technology to do this in our time. I wouldn’t mind having Leafeon immortalized on my arm.”

You smiled at him, snuggling against his chest and holding out your arms, admiring your ink as well. “I don’t know if we will, but I do know that you honor your Leafeon in your heart and your conduct.” Turning to look at him, you pursed your lips together at the shining adoration in his gaze, cheeks hot.

“You always say such profound things.” Brushing your hair with his calloused palms, he leaned forward again to kiss you softly. Pulling away, he kissed your forehead. “You say and do things that make me rethink where we are in life. I’ve embraced so much change thanks to you. I’ll always be grateful for what you’ve done for the Diamond Clan and... For me as well. Thank you.”

With another kiss, he lost himself in your warmth and the two of you cuddled by the fire as you waited for the stew to finish.

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