#overgrown idiot cat

[snowbanshee]

This is how people acquire cats. They just march in making demands, and you can't help but fall in love with them.

[lani-heart]

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parings -> riki nishimura x reader genre -> non-idol au, school au, hyrbid au warnings -> n/a word count -> 2.4k

abstract -> he's perfect how he is... but can maybe change for her.

y/n’s perspective

“Niki, we always do this” I whined as he locked himself in the bathroom. I needed to get him ready for tonight’s party. If I didn’t have to go I wouldn’t… but with my family pushing me into choosing a major in business, they're making me befriend other kids who are from wealthy families. 

“Please… I don’t want to go alone” I begged but he didn’t respond. It was running late and the driver was gonna be here soon… so I might have to go alone today. 

I gave up trying to convince him and I went to do the final touches. Grabbing a jacket, fixing my makeup, and grabbing everything I needed. 

When I left my room, I couldn’t help but smile. 

“You’re gonna go with me?” I asked and he nodded. “I can’t let you go on your own” he muttered and I chuckled. “Besides, look at how forgetful you are,” he said as he pulled my hair roller off my bangs. “Oh,” I said genuinely forgetting as he laughed at me. 

“Do you–” “Yes, I have my tail ring on. I’m ready, now let's go before your dad starts calling”

Riki Nishimura was a stray hybrid I met when I was a kid. We were on a vacation trip to Japan when I saw him. I offered him some food I had on me and he took it from me to eat it like he was starved. 

My parents were already wanting to get me a hybrid so I begged them to keep him. In which they reluctantly agreed. However, when we found out he wasn’t a normal black cat hybrid they agreed. 

He was a panther hybrid and has been with me for years. We grew up together… However, my parents never liked how rowdy he was. Even now they tell me to get another hybrid, one that could join me in dinners, parties, and one who is overall more well-behaved. 

I wasn’t gonna let them replace him. He was my best friend, my number one confidant. Besides… who needs a fancy and well-behaved hybrid? Niki was way more fun!

niki’s perspective

It was the same old party they threw with the same kids as their rich human parents and new collectibles. They liked to collect new hybrids where they’d show them off and then throw them away… but not y/n. 

Without her, I probably would still be mistaken for an overgrown cat hybrid on the street. It doesn’t mean I liked being gawked at and set a price on what they’d trade her for me. Of course, she’d never let them... I’ve seen how annoyed and angry she gets and it made me happy she cared so much. 

I cared for her too… She was clumsy and an idiot so she needed someone to take care of her. So I'm here… at a stupid party filled with spoiled rich kids. 

Not to say she isn't spoiled… she is. However, I never questioned that she loved me. She always makes that clear with everything she does for me. 

“Oh! You’re y/n right?” I heard and I saw a girl behind us with what smelled like a bird hybrid. “Mmhm… have we met before?” she asked why I didn’t think so… I would’ve recognized her and her hybrid. “My name–”

I didn’t care what she had to say… I just didn’t like how her hybrid kept on staring at me with those eyes of his. What was his problem?

I was cut off from my thoughts when suddenly the topic of discussion became me… 

“He’s really pretty and exotic too! I just haven’t heard good things about him, you know?” she said and I had to refrain from growling at her. Who was she to talk right in front of my face about me? And to y/n?

“Jay here is well-behaved! He’s from America you know–” Is that supposed to make him impressive? Congrats bird you’re a pet! “–it's just a shame you know. I wanted a bunny or maybe a cat hybrid” she pouted and I could see his disappointed expression. 

“Oh, Niki is really sweet but he’s solitary–” “You should invest in a social hybrid you know?” she cut her off to say. Rude… why would she need another hybrid when she has me?

“I like the way he is, he’s been with me since we were kids so there's no way I could ever replace him like that,” she said and I felt proud. 

“I heard about how much you care for him. I guess rumors were true” she said and I knew she was amongst those who talked about why she couldn’t get a nicer and social hybrid who smiles and dotes on her. I do dote on her… and I’m only nice to her. Everyone else was pushing it. 

“What is he if I can ask?” she said and y/n only sighed while looking up at me. “He’s a puma hybrid from Japan,” she answered. “Woah! I heard puma hybrids were rare! I thought he was just a cat… makes sense then for how tall he is.” she said as she got closer to me. 

“Oh please don’t do that. You’ll make him uncomfortable.” y/n said as I went behind her. 

“You should take him to the training you know. It's for the hybrids who need manners… they are opening classes in your university for hybrids'' she said… she stalked y/n to know what university she was in? She needs a life. 

“Oh… I know of them. I think he is just fine the way he is” y/n said and she bowed. “If you’ll excuse us,” she said and we walked away from the pair. “She was a bitch” y/n muttered and I laughed.

“Calm down, you have an act to uphold,” I said and she sighed. “y/n?” I said and she looked at me with her eyes filled with determination to answer to give me anything I asked for. “Why didn’t you tell me your uni is having hybrid classes?” I asked and she sighed. 

“They're mainly about etiquette. She said how to take care of your owner… how to behave in a social setting, etc” and I nodded. 

“I want to go,” I said and her eyes widened. “But you're perfect–” “No, I’m not… I caused you a lot of trouble. I heard your dad get mad again this morning. He didn’t want me here because of last time” I said and she shook her head. 

“Yah! Don’t do that!” she scolded and I smiled softly. 

“Please? You said you would give me anything I asked for. I want to be a better hybrid for you” 

“I can’t believe I'm agreeing to this,” she said and I smiled. “Thank you for letting me do this,” I said and she sighed. “I hate that the class requires collars though. I would’ve rather you had the tail ring instead” she complained and I chuckled.

“You’ll do great in your midterm, okay? Don’t worry about me” I said as I kissed her cheek. “After we’ll go for some Japanese food,” she said and I grinned. “Takoyaki!” I yelled and she chuckled. “I’ve been craving some curry udon,” she said and I nodded. 

“I’ll do my best for you,” I said and she smiled. “You already are. Don’t change, okay?” she asked and I nodded. I just wanted to improve for her… 

When I entered I was immediately overwhelmed with the many scents of hybrids. I ignored the stares of the familiar scents and went down into the big lecture room. 

I sat down in the middle of the third to first row, not expecting others to approach me. “Ah! I’m not late!” I heard as I saw a Golden

A Retriever hybrid suddenly entered… he didn’t have a collar nor the scent of a domesticated hybrid. He grinned at me and I suddenly regretted staring… “I’m Jake, and you are?” he said as he approached me and sat next to me.

I heard the laughs around us, probably of me socializing with another hybrid. “Riki,” I said and he nodded. “I think your collar is cool!” he said and I chuckled. “Of course it is, I chose it,” I said and he looked confused. 

“Your owner must be kind,” he said with a wagging tail and I chuckled. “Hey, isn’t that miss l/n’s hybrid?” I suddenly heard a bunch of whispers and I sighed and slouched down to my chair. 

“Oh? Do they know you?” he asked and I scoffed. “Don’t get it mixed up, they know OF me, they don’t know me” I said and he nods 

“They seem to know your owner,” he said and I scoffed. “They don’t know her…” I muttered. “Is she nice?” he asked and I laughed. 

“She’s perfect” 

y/n's perspective

“I thought you were going home after?” I heard and I saw Wonyoung with Seonghwa. I nod, “I do, I just need to pick up Niki, he’s taking etiquette classes,” I said and they both froze. “Your dad is making him take classes?” Wonyoung said and I chuckled. 

“No, he wanted them for whatever reason. I tried to convince him otherwise but he insisted” I said and they both looked at each other. “Oh shut up the both of you,” I said and they chuckled as they caught up with me. 

“He’s so spoiled if you just fold like that,” Seonghwa added and I scoffed. “You do spoil that cat a lot” Wonyoung teased and I rolled my eyes. “Have you told Hongjoong–” “He would kill me in my sleep if I ever brought it up” Seonghwa cut me off and I chuckled… that's true. 

We finally made it to the building where the hybrid classes are taking place but I didn’t see Niki… I saw the hybrids out already so where was he? 

“How long is it gonna take for him to come to you?” Wonyoung asked and I didn’t know. I looked at my phone, and the class should’ve already ended by now. “Why’d you even allow it?” Soenghwa asked and I sighed. 

“Cause he wouldn’t let go of it. He begged and begged… I couldn’t keep denying it” I said and they sighed. “She’s whipped for him, that's the answer,” Wonyoung said and Seonghwa nodded. 

“Oh? y/n!!” I heard as I saw the girl from the party again with her hybrid. What was her name again?

“You’re Wonyoung and Seonghwa, right? I’m e/n” she said. “I’m glad to see you’re having Niki taking this class,” she said and I sighed. “His name is Riki,” I said and she looked confused. “Oh? But you call him Niki?” she asked.

“That's a nickname that she only calls him, he will glare or even scoff if he hears you call him that,” Seonghwa said and it was true… I've called him that since I was a kid and yet he never let anyone else call him that. “This class should teach him otherwise,” she said and I had to refrain from scoffing. 

“Oh, you should look into a secondary hybrid,” she said and I glared. 

“I wouldn’t get another one,” I clarified. “Riki would get too jealous,” “Or he’d kick the other hybrid out himself,” Wonyoung and Seonghwa added. 

“But if you were to get one he’d have to comply with her. She’s the owner,” she said and I shook my head. “Well, I was thinking of something cute… maybe a fox? Ooh or a pretty cat!” she said while looking at herself in a pocket mirror fixing her lipstick while her hybrid looked at her with a sad expression.

“I wanna go home” I suddenly heard. Niki? 

“Why do you have scratches on your face? Are you okay?” I asked and he avoided eye contact when I grabbed his jaw to look at his wounds. He nodded, “I wanna go home” he repeated and I sighed. 

“Ok, just let me take this off,” I said as I took off his collar and took out his tail ring. “Riki!! You forgot… Oh. Please don’t be mad at him! He was only defending me!!” I saw a dog hybrid yell while he held Niki’s backpack. Seonghwa grabbed it, holding it for me. 

“Please, it's all my fault. Don’t abandon him because of me!” he pleaded and even bowed. I looked at Niki who looked away. “Why would I abandon you? Niki, what happened?” I asked and the other hybrid soon stood up but looked down to my hands. His collar? I sighed and turned Niki around when I clipped his tail ring. “Thank you for caring about him but he’s not in trouble. You should find your owner, they must be worried about you–” “He’s a stray” I was interrupted by e/n.

A stray? “Did you see? It's why they make the hybrids wear collars because they need to know by the end of the class who is a stray and who is owned. It's a mixture of people like us who pay and hybrids of low status who need major help like him. He’s probably also a runt” she said suddenly in disgust as she stepped back.

“Thank you for looking after Niki,” I said and he nodded with a small smile. I grabbed the backpack from Seonghwa as I looked at him and I saw his worried eyes. “Come on, I'm hungry,” I said as I dragged him away from the lecture hall and everyone else while I heard Wonnie and Seonghwa complain about me abandoning them…

“I still want that udon curry,” I pondered and he sighed. He grabbed his backpack and clipped his collar there as he walked silently. “Did you fight for him?” I asked and he nodded silently.

I smiled. “That’s very kind of you,” I said and from the corner of my eye, he looked at me confused. “What were they doing to him?” I asked and he sighed. “Called him a runt… a stray… useless. It was all when the teacher left for a break and I don’t know why I did but I fought for him” he said and I smiled. 

“That was very brave of you. I’m proud of you Niki!” I said with a grin and he smiled softly. “The teacher gave me a warning cause he said if he told you that you’d return me,” he said and I chuckled. “We’ve been together for years! I could never do that” I said and he nodded. 

“Still want takoyaki?” I asked and he chuckled. “Always!” he yelled as he ran ahead of me. 

“HEY!! NO FAIR!! YOU HAVE LONGER LEGS!!”

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[maaken]

how Lev Haiba kisses?

A LEV HAIBA HEADCANON

i think his kisses are curious and innocent, but then theyre also eager, sometimes a little impatient but theyre very polite. he always asks too, the typical 'may i?' with pleading eyes like this "🥺", he has to cos everything he wants to do with you needs your full consent, he's a gentleman like that and we love a respectful man.

hes always open to new ideas as to changing up how you two can possibly kiss and make it as sweet as possible. he never gets tired of kissing you, and he cant get enough of it actually.

he acts like kissing you was something he hasnt been doing for the entirety of your relationship. like he treats every kiss as a first kiss, always so precious and endearing, leaves him flushed like an idiot with swollen lips but a face so happy.

you could practically see an imaginary tail wag behind him. he's actually a golden retriever raised by cats. he never gets used to kissing you so hes always so excited. he's like a three year old, deprived of kisses and would ask for more and more, and you give in. you cant exactly ignore his pleas, and who wouldnt want to give kisses to your overgrown 6'5 baby when he's asking so nicely. whenever you two are done he takes a while to recover himself, he's always burying his face into the crook of your neck afterwards, inhaling your scent.

you are his comfort space, you are like his favorite pillow that he likes to bring around as a child. you cant blame Lev for being as adorable as this ever since you found out he has been bullied before. why on earth would anyone want to pick on this poor baby? you would think to yourself and vow yourself in silence to protect him at all costs despite the 40cm difference between you two in height.

A/N: i'm actually 5 flat so that makes me 150cm and hes up there 196cm i am literally by his waist this is beyond absurd.

i made this on a whim cos i just could not stop thinking about moy lyvochka in the middle of the night, like i literally cannot shut up about him.

i recently got back to my haikyuu phase due to the hype about the dumpster movie and i got dragged into it and i started missing haikyuu and i thought i'd be back in my stupid kei tsukishima phase but no, boy was i wrong— when i took notice of this sweet sweet tall baby from nekoma i could not take my eyes off him.

[rxttenfish]

don't know if i'm going to mess around more with this and add anything else, but behold. aaravi hosing her miivt'ia down like the overgrown idiot cats they are. that's probably saltwater in the hose as a precaution — merfolk are perfectly capable of handling small amounts of freshwater, but too much can give them health issues, plus there's the concerns of what the hose/water system might also have in it.

[cringe--is--dead]

Jason Todd SFW Alphabet

From this template

A : Affectionate How affectionate are they? How do they show affection?

He shows affection in small ways that just never end, not in an annoying way. His love languages are definitely physical affection (he's touch-starved), quality time (he spent so much of his childhood alone, physically or not), and words of affirmation. I talk about the physical stuff further down, but he also loves just being in the same room as you. If you're in college and studying or doing homework he's there with you, silent, just enjoying your presence, stepping in whenever you need a break (hypocrite). He praises you for the smallest thing, you got a C+ on a paper and feel down? That professor's an idiot, Lois Lane would publish a paper like that. You look beautiful in that outfit, doesn't matter how often he's seen you in it, you always look amazing.

B : Best Friend What would they be like as a best friend? How would the friendship start?

I can see the friendship starting slowly, you two meet probably somewhere like a bookstore or coffee shop. You're looking at a book he likes and he comments, and the two of you start talking. You don't exchange info, just happen to meet up there a few times before you start talking outside of the bookshop. It's definitely a warm, and open friendship. You can banter back and forth, pick up conversations like two weeks hadn't passed, etc.

C : Cuddles Do they like to cuddle? How would they cuddle?

Jason in two words: touch starved. He tries to be nonchalant about it, but he has to be touching you in some way. Arm around your shoulders, leaning against your side, holding your hand, you holding his arm, etc. His two favorites are when you lay on his chest, you're like a living, beautiful weighted blanket, and when you let him lay on your chest, listening to your heart beat, feeling your breath under his chest, your fingers carding through his hair. He's like an overgrown cat.

D : Domestic Do they want to settle down? How are they at cooking and cleaning?

He does not actively realize he wants to settle down, but he cannot see his future without you. To him it doesn't matter if you have kids, don't have kids, get married, don't get married, stay in Gotham, move, etc. He just wants you next to him. As for cooking-- I cannot see him being an excellent cook. He either forgets to eat, or makes instant ramen for breakfast, lunch, and dinner. He, however, doesn't want you to feel like you have to do everything, so he learns how to cook basic meals for the two of you, and luckily, he's decent at cleaning. The mess reminds him too much of his house growing up, and he doesn't want to feel that around you.

E : Ending If they had to break up with their partner, how would they do it?

In a serious relationship I can only see Jason breaking up with their partner due to him fearing for their safety. He'd also do it fast, like breakup with you, give you a half-assed reason, and then flee. He wouldn't answer your texts or calls, but he'd always make sure you were safe. He just feels you're safer without him.

F : Fiancé How do they feel about commitment? How quick would they want to get married?

He doesn't actively plan on getting married, but he wants you in his life forever. He goes by your flow once you're together for a longer period of time. You wanna get married? He's down on one knee. Want a big wedding? He's guilting Bruce into paying for everything. Want a small wedding? Still making Bruce pay. Courthouse? Already driving you two there. How quick would depend on you, two years in and you want a ring? He's taking Babs out to help him look. Seven years and you mention the courthouse? Well you're both free Wednesday, wanna go then?

G : Gentle How gentle are they, both physically and emotionally?

Jason Todd is a huge teddy bear. He knows he's big, he's strong, he's intimidating, and most of the time he doesn't mind that. With you though? Doesn't matter how strong you are, he's gonna treat you like glass. Not because he doesn't think you can handle yourself, he just never wants to hurt you in any way, shape, or form. He never raises his voice at you, never raises a hand, never even thinks of doing either of those.

H : Hugs Do they like hugs? How often do they do it? What are their hugs like?

Like I said, touch-starved. If he could have you in his arms all the time he would. Any time you're fine with it-- cause if you needed space or no touch he'd oblige, and not make a fuss about it cause hey he respects your boundaries-- he's got you in his arms. His hugs make you feel like nothing can hurt you, you're protected in his arms, leaning against his chest, listening to his heartbeat.

I : I Love You How fast do they say the L-word?

I can definitely see him taking a bit to say it, not because he doesn't love you, but because saying it feels really real to him. However, when he comes to fully realize, know, and accept that he loves you, he says it without realizing it and doesn't blink while you're reeling. After that, he ends every conversation with an "I love you", and sometimes randomly gives you a quick kiss with a "love you".

J : Jealousy How jealous do they get? What do they do when they're jealous?

It's strange for him because, on the one hand, he trusts you. Like, really, really trusts you. He'd hand you his guns if you so much as asked, not needing anything else. However, he does get jealous. Specifically cause he loves your attention, and when it's on someone else for too long and he feels ignored, the man deflates. His brothers think it's hilarious to steal your attention from him and watch him get all pouty. The big bad Red Hood is pouting cause his partner is talking to his brothers and not him.

K : Kisses What are their kisses like? Where do they like to kiss you? Where do they like to be kissed?

Kissing Jason makes you feel like you're wrapped up in a warm blanket, protected, loved, and like you're the most important person to walk on the earth. Regardless of how quick and small they are, or how hot and heavy they can become. He loves to kiss you on the lips, the cheek, and the forehead. He feels that's the best way to convey how much he loves you. As for him, he loves it when you press gentle kisses on his hands, his palms, or his knuckles. It makes him feel soft, it makes him feel safe. He won't say that, though, so you better pick up on his little smile every time you do.

L : Little Ones How are they around children?

He's the kind of guy who says they don't like kids, that they're snot-nosed and annoying. Yet he's so soft with them. He kneels down to their level to talk to them, never talks to them like they're dumb or babies, always makes sure they are able to show or say their boundaries and he respects them. He volunteered once with you at a library with the poorer kids and read to them, going out of his way to make funny voices, letting them climb all over his lap, tug his hair, etc.

M : Morning How are mornings spent with them?

He's not a morning person. Odds are you're up before him and he tries holding you in bed, pleading that he just needs five more minutes with you. You can bribe him out of bed with breakfast and coffee, however.

N : Night How are nights spent with them?

More of a night owl, and you two often stay up late, talking in hushed whispers about anything and everything. He likes it when he makes you laugh when you're tired and giggly and find him hilarious. Odds are he's not a morning person cause you two stay up late.

O : Open When would they start revealing things about themselves? Do they say everything all at once or wait a while to reveal things slowly?

He wouldn't open up quickly. That's just not really the Batfamily tradition. You'd be dating for a while, and one night he'd probably have a rough night. Aggressive thugs out and about, hurt kids, bad memories. You'd just hold him, you wouldn't pry or ask questions, just let him relax into you. And he'd spill. About his mom. About Willis. About meeting Bruce. About his relationship with his brothers. Dying. Coming back. His feelings. Everything.

P : Patience How easily angered are they?

He used to have a horrible temper, and everyone knew. With you? He wanted to change that. You were never the reason he was mad: upset? Sometimes, sure. But he loves you, so he worked on himself. He worked on communication, talking to you when you did something or said something. He learned healthier ways to manage his anger, as to never take it out on you.

Q : Quizzes How much would they remember about you? Do they remember every little detail you mention in passing, or do they kind of forget everything?

Jason remembers when his mom started forgetting small things about him, forgetting holidays and birthdays, and as a kid he never said anything, but it hurt. It hurt a lot when she forgot how old he was because she missed his past few birthdays. So he makes sure he remembers everything about you. You once mentioned this café opening you saw online? He takes you there on opening day-- five months later. You changed from gold to silver or silver to gold? He picks up on it and changes the jewelry he buys you accordingly.

R : Remember What is their favorite moment in your relationship?

He's got two. One, when you learned about him being Red Hood. He was worried about your response, knowing it was a dangerous life. But you just told him to promise you he'd always come back to you, and you learned how to patch up different kinds of wounds without telling him to help him however you could. Just you worrying about his safety made his heart flutter. Two, when you learned who his father was. He was used to people wanting to be close to him and his siblings because of Bruce-- riches and influence. You didn't care, at all. "Oh. Your dad's Bruce Wayne? Cool. Do you want lo-mien or ramen for dinner?"

S : Security How protective are they? How would they protect you? How would they like to be protected?

Super protective. I think we can all agree on that. He's seen the worst of the worst people, seeing people hurt and injured. He never wants you to be in those positions. You'd move in with him eventually, his apartment was probably one of the safest places in Gotham. He tracked you, with your consent of course, and you understood. You tracked his phone too, cause he knows you worry as well. As for you protecting him, he likes it when you hold him after nightmares or rough nights, telling him everything's going to be okay, and just being there for him.

T : Try How much effort would they put into dates, anniversaries, gifts, everyday tasks?

A lot. But he does his best not to show it. Oh, you have a dream date you have a Pinterest board for? Well, he's searching high and low on how to make that date happen. You've always wanted to go to Paris? London? Brazil? Guess where you're going for your two year anniversary. He tucks you in whenever you nap or sleep, bookmarks your pages for you so you never lose your page, and makes sure he always has your favorite drinks in the fridge.

U : Ugly What would be some bad habits of theirs?

Self-sacrificing and shutting down. He has a hard time letting people help him, feeling like if he lets people help then he's not strong enough to take care of you. It upsets you whenever he does that, but in a way you get it. It's something you two work on.

V : Vanity How concerned are they with their looks?

His concern is mostly whenever you get worried about him. The bags under his eyes, the half-treated cuts and bruises. He takes better care of himself after dating you because whenever you worry about him like that it hurts his heart too. He gets a better shower schedule, sleeps better, eats more than take out and protein.

W : Whole Would they feel incomplete without you?

I think towards the beginning of your relationship he would do his best to remain independent. He knew the pain of being alone, being left, being forgotten, and he did his best to avoid that, but he also wouldn't want to wish that upon you if anything happened. However, as your relationship grows and continues you truly become the light of his life, and his day isn't complete if he doesn't talk to you at least once.

X : Xtra A random headcanon for them.

He talks in his sleep. Sometimes, on bad nights, he's crying, nightmares from his memories, and fears of losing you or seeing his family die in front of him because, despite it all, he still cares about them. On good days he mutters the most random crap, and you have videos of him arguing with some made up person from his dreams over food or clothes.

Y : Yuck What are some things they wouldn't like, either in general or in a partner?

He wouldn't like conceited people, confident sure, but cocky? No. He dealt with Bruce's rich "friends" too much to deal with that. He wouldn't want someone to coddle him, baby him, he wants to be taken care of sure, but not at the expense of a partner treating him like he's incapable of doing anything.

Z : Zzz What is a sleep habit of theirs?

If he could stay up all night talking to you, looking at you, he would. You, however, enjoy sleeping. You feel like you have to fight him to be in bed before three AM, and deal with the fact that he and Tim are far closer in how much coffee they drink than Jason would ever admit.

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[luzial]

Writing Masterpost

I write Solavellan. You may see some other stuff on my AO3 and I love that stuff too but let's be real, I'm pretty much just the one thing and I am obsessed. It used to be all Angst and UST all the time but now there's plenty of Fluff and Smut as well. Asks are always open. I love prompts. Chat is also fine.

Here's the stuff I wrote that I'd love for you to read:

Overgrown Solavellan | Modern AU | Enemies to Lovers | Eventual Smut Rating: E | Complete | 93,911 words | 27 chapters

Ellana Lavellan is an investigative journalist assigned to cover an excavation in the Arbor Wilds. Her editors have received a tip that the dig may uncover new information about the "Final Inquisitor," a mysterious figure from the Dragon Age about whom almost nothing is known. Ellana teams up with a history professor to investigate the story.

Roots (sequel to Overgrown) Solavellan | Modern AU | Idiots in Love | Occasional Smut Rating: E | Actively Updating (aprox weekly)

With the identity of the Final Inquisitor now revealed to the world, Ellana Lavellan (an investigative journalist) and Solas (a history professor) team up again to dive deeper into the mysteries of the Dragon Age as well as a series of strange phenomena that have been reported across Thedas.

the best of you, honey, belongs to me Solavellan | One-Shot | Smut Rating: E | 3,759 words

Hunt well, he told her. And she has. She may as well wear their pelts like trophies across her shoulders.

They have lined up to dance with her, to offer her gifts, to make her promises - all of it hollow. They want her for the power and the pleasure she can bring them. They want the world to see her in their arms as they swirl her across the floor. They want to feel the press of her body against their chest and imagine an intimacy which is his alone to claim.

Solas gets jealous at Halamshiral and his pride nearly gets the better of him.

In and Out of Time Again Solavellan | Letters | Angst | Time Loops Rating: M | Complete | 14,499 words | 14 chapters

I tattooed everything you said to me on my still-beating heart and while that may sound like nothing more than hyperbole, I swear to you that if you clawed open my ribcage you would see the truth in the ink that spilled through your fingers.

A Solavellan take on “This Is How You Lose the Time War." Two unlikely correspondents reshape infinite versions of Thedas, each manipulating events of the world’s past to create the future their faction desires.

in the cracks of light / i dreamed of you Solavellan | One-Shot | Angst | Pre-Veilgaurd Rating: T | 2,731 words

He slips into a cafe to pass the time. It is an alluring place on the water where lilac lanterns spill light on lovers and assassins alike. In the distance, something bright catches his eye. Two felines, perched side by side on the base of a pillar that overlooks the canals. One of them is such a vivid white he swears it’s glowing in the afternoon sun.

By day, Solas investigates an irregularity in the Veil in the Streets of Coin and encounters a spirit cat. By night, Lavellan dreams of Treviso.

Ruins Solavellan | Time Travel Fix-It | Angst | Slow Burn Rating: M | WIP | 109,325 words | 19/? chapters

More than 20 years after the Exalted Council, Thedas is in ruins. Finally, a hardened and desperate Lavellan conjures a dangerous spell that has the power to stop the Dread Wolf once and for all. But when plans suddenly change, Lavellan and Solas find themselves transported back to when everything began - one year before Corypheus opens the breach - and given "one last chance" to set things right.

Miscellaneous Solavellan

Solavellan Prompts

Short one-shots collected from various prompts. Mostly set in Inquisition, one in Veilguard.

First/Second

Who fell first prompt. Four short scenes, two from Solas' POV and two from Lavellan's.

[janahanooo]

This isn't an actual post, I just thought it would be funny to tell you guys this, but currently I am a bit tipsy and having fun playing the glomas event in TWST.

I atemted to explain it to my family why I'm laughing/blushing like a maniac at my phone. It went somehow like this:

Me: *trying to explain the lore of the game/event* so, that's kinda it, but I'm playing on the EN server not on JP so I'm not that far in the story yet, uhhh yeah

My brother: okay, yeah, so it's disney, but with hot men?

Me: *going silent, thinking for a moment* yeah, basicly

My dad: and you are in love with..?

Me: an overgrown cat, no lion, he's a lion. Yeah, my plushie guy

My brother: *putting away my glass* yeah...

My mom: who is the hotest?

Me: def rollo, uh, the guy from hunchback of Notredam

My family:

Me: *smiling like an idiot* yeah

[rottenpumpkin13]

Seph obv wants his mom but CONSIDER -- what on earth would she say if she found out her son was an overgrown cat thing surrounded by idiots (and Angeal)

*Lucrecia gets a glimpse into Sephiroth's life from her mako crystal*

*Sephiroth is reading a book*

Lucrecia: Aww, he likes reading.

*Genesis enters the room and sits on his lap*

Lucrecia: Aww, he has a...is he-is he gay?

*Sephiroth pushes Genesis onto the ground*

Lucrecia: Oh, they're just friends.

*Sephiroth immediately fights Genesis on the ground*

Lucrecia: Nope, they're definitely lovers.

*Angeal enters the room, points a laser at the wall, and this prompts Sephiroth to let Genesis go. He chases the laser*

Lucrecia: What the fuck

*Zack enters the room, goes "pspspspspssp" and Sephiroth comes to him to receive head pats*

Lucrecia: He has a harem.

You also get the bitter-sweet real answer because I listened to my go-to Lucrecia+Sephiroth song (Light - Sleeping At Last) and it inspired this:

Consider this: Lucrecia's consciousness hangs in a void state between life and death, a pervasive emptiness a constant companion as she remains in limbo. Her 'almost death but not quite' existence sometimes offers a twisted sort of mercy: happy visions of her past flood her mind—endless hours spent over research papers, laughter-filled conversations with Dr. Valentine, picnics with Vincent. But there are darker memories—Vincent's near-fatal injury, Hojo's cruelty, the profound transformations during her pregnancy, and the visions of her son’s inevitable fate.

But in fleeting moments of peculiar mercy, she glimpses the world around her. She sees him. It’s always him. He’s handsome, she notes, his smile so pure it fills her with gratitude for everything that brings him joy. She’s thankful for the sun that warms his face when her hands cannot, and for the food he eats that she cannot feed him. She watches him face the dangers of his job under Shinra's command, her heart aching with a worry she should’ve listened to the day she agreed to subject him to such a fate.

Her regret is almost numbed when she sees that he’s not alone. Friends surround him, offering a semblance of normalcy through their support. Despite what he was molded to be, Sephiroth remains kind, his hope undiminished even in the face of cruelty. He has dreams for a normal life, possessing his own likes and dislikes, things that make him laugh, a humor he keeps sharp. He’s human, and it makes her question the vision she had once seen.

She mourns her inability to provide him with the normal life he deserves, now confined to observing the one he leads. Nonetheless, she finds comfort in his joy, his friendships, and his capacity to find beauty in the world. She sees him diligently searching for clues to his past, and all she wishes is to reach out, to kiss his forehead, to tell him she’s sorry, that she loves him—his quirks, his personality, his ability to make his friends adore him for who he is. She is eternally grateful for those who love him in her absence.

[alectoperdita]

When the writing comes back from the war but it's not for anything you were actually trying to finish. It's barely edited but I'm gonna leave it here if anyone wants a surprise Christmas joukai. (Also not sure if this thing is going to suddenly grow legs and get a lot longer.)

Special thanks to @moonogre, who's fabulous hacker!Seto fits inspired this. Also because she deserves the failed daddy kink short more than anyone else.

ficlet under the cut includes jealousy, sexual content, including failed attempt at daddy kink, dirty talk, and backshots

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The Snow Bunny Job

"I'm cold," Seto complained bitterly for the umpteenth time.

Jounouchi barely glanced at the other man, keeping one eye trained on Bakura accompanying the mark through the room and one ear on the chatter over their team comms, but he still sensed Seto's growing pout. Nor did he react when the younger man threw himself onto the couch next to him with a teenager's beleaguered drama. But when Seto lifted the arm up and casually invited himself to nestle against Jounouchi's side, he stiffened.

"Relax," Seto muttered under his breath, previous sullen traces now banished. "I'm your arm candy, remember?"

An exhale whooshed out of Jounouchi as he re-centered himself in his role, a wealthy man of questionable and possibly criminal connections touting his boy toy around the ski lodge to light a fire under the mark's ass. Seto was supposed to curl up against him like an overgrown, indulgent cat.

Despite the roaring flame in the fireplace, a pervading chill hung in the air. Outside the window, snowflakes drifted from the overcast sky. As people came inside, they shook off the snow and frost clinging to them. The other patrons circulating through the common room, Jounouchi included, remained bundled up in their ski gear.

Expect for Seto.

On account of both, he curled his hand around Seto's shoulder and started rubbing. Through the openings in Seto's sleeve, his fingers grazed against chilled skin. His hand sped up, generating more friction to hopefully warm him.

Finally turning his head to face his companion, Jounouchi remarked, "Show less skin and you'll be warmer, brat."

Hard to argue with results, though. Clad in a tight, if thin, black sweater with keyhole cutouts linked down the length of his sleeve, and sleek and stylish ski pants accentuating his long legs, Seto couldn't look more the part of pretty but vapid arm candy. The rest of his appearance—his hair soft and free of styling products, lips coated in a shiny, colorless gloss, decked out in silver jewelry—was equally beguiling.

Definitely pretty enough to catch the eye of anyone on the mountain.

Seto smirked. "See something you like, oji-san?"

Jounouchi ignored the prick from the title. It didn't help when Seto looked his age for once…

Instead, he flicked Seto's ear lobe. His fingernail lightly struck the ear cuff with the small sapphire gem. "You pierced your ear for this."

"Repierced," said Seto with a disapproving click of his tongue. "The holes closed up."

Holes, plural. Jounouchi didn't spot any other visible piercings, though. He was tempted to ask for more information but held his tongue. It didn't feel like conversation fit for polite company, even if they were playing at flirting in public. For the sake of the con.

Seto settled both hands atop Jounouchi's thigh and squeezed. "Look alive. They're coming our way."

Indeed, Bakura was leading the mark toward them.

So when Jounouchi slipped his arm around Seto's slim waist and pressed his lips to the younger man's pierced ear lobe, it was entirely for the sake of the job.

***

With a parting shot, they left the mark to his thoughts, strolling away side-by-side. Seto couldn't resist winking at him over his shoulder.

The mixture of revulsion and envy on the mark's face was fascinating. Seto knew the type well. He could already chart out the exact path to take in his sleep of how to lure such a man into bed with him. Not long ago, he would've strung the idiot along for a lackluster night but come out of it with his bank account fat enough to compensate for it.

A part of him was tempted to do it just to prove he still could, but...

Why have mediocre sex to scam ludicrous amounts of money when he could have fantastic sex while scamming for slightly less money?

Slowly, suggestively, Seto slid his hands down the length of Jounouchi's muscled arm before looping their elbows together. Their hips bumped as they walked. He leaned closer yet, basically draping himself over the hitter to speak into his ear. "He thinks we're going off to fuck."

Jounouchi gave him a sidelong glance. His grip on the inside of Seto's elbow tightened. Both warnings if not for the telling clench in his jaw.

Seto may have been laying on the suggestive touches and glances heavy, but they were meant to play a couple. (Sorta.) And now they were headed back to the room they had booked under their aliases.

As soon as the door shut behind them, he shepherded the man toward the room's lone king-sized bed. Jounouchi barely protested as he pushed him onto his mattress and climbed on top of him. His strong hands immediately came up to grip Seto's hips, holding him firmly in place.

Seto removed his earbud before doing the same to Jounouchi, placing them both atop the nightstand for now.

With eyes half-lidded, he grinned down at his partner. "How about we prove him right?"

"We don't have a lot of time," Jounouchi pointed out even as he hiked up Seto's top to reach his naked skin underneath.

"Quickie for now. We can take our time after the job."

With that settled, he pounced and seized Jounouchi's mouth with hunger.

***

Lewd moans reverberated off the walls. Fuck, Jounouchi hoped they were thicker than they appeared because otherwise, they were going to get sound complaints. Or worse, get kicked out before the job was finished. But if the mark came looking for them, they were selling their cover story beyond a doubt.

"Feels good. Feels so good," Seto keened. His hands scrambled for purchase on Jounouchi's shoulders. His breath came rushing out in those cute, little hiccups whenever Jounouchi bounced him.

God, he was extra cute today.

Half stripped to his sweater with its many exposed patches of pale skin with his thumbs sticking through the precut thumbhole in the sleeves, there really wasn't another word to describe him. The getup wasn't too far removed from his usual appearance, but his limp, sweaty bangs flopping up and down with his body harkened back to more private intimacies at Seto's place. Hours spent taking him apart until he was insensate from it all.

Sadly, they didn't have the luxury of time today. Really, Jounouchi knew better than to fuck around on the job.

But how could he say no to him?

Sitting back against the headboard, he thrust his hips upward to meet Seto's downward strokes. Each strike punched more lewd noises out of the hacker.

No condoms. Just rawdogging it. Leave it to Seto to remember the lube, but not the rubber.

"Fuck, baby, you're too irresistible for your own good," he growled and yanked Seto's head toward him, sinking his teeth into his lips and tongue into his mouth.

He was not oblivious to the covetous looks the mark cast in Seto's direction. It was why they were playing the characters they were assigned. Because it was intended to get under the mark's skin; jealousy to prime him for Bakura's manipulations. Yet a more unreasonable part of him longed to gouge out the asshole's eyes for eyeballing Seto as he did.

The jealousy burned both ways.

If only he could lock Seto here in the room until the job was done. Keep him out of sight and preoccupied with his computers and gadgets.

Then no one but Jounouchi could touch him.

"Don't stop!" Seto commanded.

God, he was insatiable.

Jounouchi bodily lifted the other man before slamming him down on his cock. "You enjoyed strutting around out there, huh? Sexed up little ski bunny who needs everyone to know what a cock slut you are."

Seto unleashed another moan in agreement. His hole positively strangled Jounouchi's cock. Few things made him regularly lose his head as much as being physically manhandled.

Jounouchi's cock ached for the mere sight of him. "Now you want the entire resort to hear you screaming for it. C'mon, baby, let it out."

"Yes! Harder. Fuck me harder, daddy! Give it to me, daddy!"

At first, Jounouchi thought he'd misheard. But no, he definitely hadn't, not after the second time. Even worse than the playful intonation of "oji-san" from before, it utterly took the wind out of his sail. Try as he did to power through the cringe, he couldn't.

After another two attempted thrusts, he simply settled Seto on his lap.

It effectively put a bullet in his libido.

The hacker also froze, immobilized by confusion. He blinked owlishly after catching his breath.

"Why'd you stop?" he whined. Then after an insistent wiggle, he asked, doubly outraged, "Why'd you go soft?"

There was no point in trying to hide it now. He eased Seto off his softening dick to spare himself further embarrassment.

"You only got yourself to blame for this," he mumbled.

"What?" Seto snarled indignantly. He also wouldn't take no for an answer and grabbed Jounouchi's cock, jacking it to no avail.

Wincing, he swatted Seto's hand away. "You called me—" He fought another full-body cringe before spitting it out. "—'daddy.'"

Seto stared at him as if he had two heads. "So? You're the one always going 'baby' this and 'baby' that. Guys like it when I call them daddy."

Jounouchi pulled a face. The last thing he wanted was a reminder of the other men Seto had slept with. "Not me."

That finally penetrated Seto's skull, but he didn't look any less upset. "Fine," he snapped, impatient. "I won't call you that again. Now hurry up and get hard again."

When Seto reached for his dick again, Jounouchi grabbed his wrists and flipped him onto his back, pinning his arms to the mattress. Automatically, Seto's long legs wound around his middle and began rubbing their groins together. Brat was still hard and hard up for it.

"Not everyone can get it up on command." Jounouchi groaned. "We've taken too long. We need to get our heads back in the game."

Seto's movements grew jerkier. More desperate. "What I need is for you to get an erection and get it inside me!"

"Goddammit." Jounouchi transferred both of Seto's wrist into one hand before snaking the other under his spread thighs. As he sank three fingers into the wet, convulsing hole, a faint noise of satisfaction wormed out of Seto. "Well, this is all you're getting for now. Live with it."

Seto's eyes narrowed, glaring straight up into Jounouchi's face. Despite that, his ass fluttered around his fingers as he flashed a sudden taunting grin. "Seems like it. I get it. Somethings get harder as you get older, and some don't."

Jounouchi slammed his fingers into Seto, hard, jostling his entire body. "Rude. Are you implying I got ED?"

Seto simply raised a sardonic eyebrow.

"Hey. I can get it up fine," Jounouchi snarled. "I keep up with a sex addict like you."

"Usually," Seto replied breezily.

Jounouchi should be mad at him. Or at the least, insulted. Who talked like that to their bed partners? But he had been with the hacker long enough to know how he sounded when he truly wanted to insult you. This was kiddy banter for him. This was trying to get a rise out of Jounouchi again so he could get what he wanted.

It kind of worked, too. Which proved how sick in the head Jounouchi had become.

"I can't with you sometimes," he grumbled. "Oh, you are asking for a spanking."

Seto shivered wildly before he even twisted his wrist and scissored his hole wider. The pink from his cheeks flooded down his neck and into his chest hidden under the black sweater. Too bad there wasn't enough time to strip him completely nude. He got distressingly easy to read during sex.

Jounouchi shook his head, unable to suppress the impossible yet familiar fondness swelling within him. "But you'd enjoy that too much. Doesn't work as a punishment if you're gagging for it."

"I like your fingers too. They're thick," he admitted with a hitch in his breath. He clenched himself on Jounouchi's fingers rhythmically. "Faster. Faster, Katsuya."

Biting his lower lip, Seto strained against Jounouchi's hold. His stomach flexed as he bore down on Jounouchi's hand. An unspoken but needy request for more stimulation. Jounouchi could pull out now and teach him a lesson if he insisted on being this bratty. But he had the hacker captured beneath him, wrists pinned above his head while impaled on his fingers, sweater hiked up to expose his dark cock and milky belly. Utterly at his mercy. Stopping now meant an end to this exquisite image, and Jounouchi was rather taken with it.

Because the more he pounded his soft, open hole, Seto's expression yielded too. His eyelids fluttered as he sang sweet notes of growing pleasure, contracting and relaxing with the rapid rise and fall of his chest.

"C'mon, Seto. Come."

Seto arched off the mattress. His hard nipples protruded under his sweater. "I'd come if you were inside me. God, I miss your cock!"

Jounouchi's dick twitched. He missed Seto's sweet hole wrapped around him, too.

Seto continued, "I love how you feel inside me. I feel so full."

He bared his teeth. His head pulsed as his agitated blood flowed south. "Cock slut love getting stuffed."

He nodded vigorously in agreement, dark bangs falling over his dark eyes. "Stuff me, Katsuya. I just want your cock. Your cum."

Seto's silky insides rippled. Petting his walls and feeling them squeeze brought Jounouchi to almost full mast.

"Please please please," Seto chanted, lost in his pleasure. "I need you. I need you!"

Jounouchi growled and flipped the man onto his front. Taking his hardening cock in one hand, he finger fucked Seto as he pumped himself to full hardness again. It didn't take long. Watching Seto's greedy hole swallow his fingers was inspiring. Swiftly, he fisted the hair at the base of Seto's skull, adding that bite which always made him tighten up deliciously, and lined himself with his ass.

Moans intensifying, Seto shook from head to toe, knees struggling to stay open as Jounouchi slid into him. He lurched forward when Jounouchi bottomed out, yanking on his own hair. Those sexy, breathy hiccups flared up again. His boy was so ready for him.

Jounouchi followed the arched curve of his back and bit the tender juncture between his shoulder and long neck, leaving a dark, unmistakable mark which wouldn't fade for days.

He hoped Seto didn't pack any turtlenecks for the job.

"Looks like you're getting your wish, sweetheart."

It took only a dozen or so pointed jabs before Seto's muscles locked up, shivering and whimpering as he came apart. Jounouchi fucked him through the orgasm for a while longer, grinding more sweet sounds of surrender from him. As he neared his own climax, he pulled out, much to Seto's protest.

"Katsuya! Katsuya! Please! Inside! Come inside me!"

Without relinquishing his hold on Seto's hair, he gripped himself and pumped. He fucked his fist while staring at Seto's winking and gaping hole, clearly unhappy at its new emptiness. He finished with a groan, painting cum across said hole and the rest of Seto's quivering ass.

He dropped the younger man, who crumpled onto the rumpled sheets in a heap. As a final parting gift, he slapped one buttock, hard. The slapping noise rang through the air as sharp as a whip.

Eyes rimmed in red, Seto glared at him over a shoulder, the same one now carrying a vicious love bite. Even more vicious was his tone. He did not appreciate being denied his cream pies.

"You'll pay for this later, old man."

Jounouchi laughed, feeling invigorated, and gave Seto's trembling ass a pat. "Bring it, brat."

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Enjoy cute little snow bunny Seto in this number. Jou certainly does. 😏

[pikuna]

DanDaDan Fanfic - You, Me and I - Chapter 3

Rating: Teen And Up Audiences

Archive Warning: No Archive Warnings Apply

Category: F/M

Fandoms: Dandadan (Anime)

Relationship: Ayase Momo/Takakura “Okarun” Ken

Characters: Ayase Momo, Takakura “Okarun” Ken, Shiratori Aira (Dandadan), Enjouji “Jiji” Jin, Vamola (Dandadan), Sakata Kinta (Dandadan), Ayase Seiko, Turbo-Granny (Dandadan)

Additional Tags: Canon-Typical Violence, Alternate Universe - Canon Divergence, Fluff and Angst, Hurt/Comfort, Humor, Yokarun, Youkai Takakura “Okarun” Ken, Protective Takakura “Okarun” Ken, Soul Separation, Post-Space Globalists Arc (Dandadan), Dandadan Manga Spoilers, Pre-Relationship, Awkwardness, Yokarun is too honest and Okarun attempts damage control

Summary:

A lot of weird things had happened in Okarun’s life since he met Momo.

Befriending ancient ghosts, stopping an alien invasion and being able to travel telephone lines.

This has become his new normal.

But seeing a version of yourself holding the girl of your heart in a tight hug and purring like an overgrown cat was still very surreal, even for his new standards.

Could you be jealous of yourself?

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"I have the feeling that I missed something."

Kinta looked at his Private First Class, who sat across from him at the table, looking rather down. And that even he was sitting right next to Ayase-san! But the reason for that was probably the one who sat to her other side. Another...him? Kinta had seen this form of his subordinate a few times, but never separated from him.

"Well, if you hadn't slept in, then you would have been in the loop," Aira barked at him, who sat at the head end of this side of the table.

"Piloting the Great Kinta is a very exhausting process," he said, full of indignation. "I have to gain my energy back!"

"Energy back," Vamola agreed, sitting to his left. She offered Kinta an Onigiri, who took it with happy tears in his eyes. "Thank you Vamola, at least you understand."

Aira let out a disgruntled noise and wrinkled her nose: "Vamola, you shouldn't entertain this idiot's antics."

"Aww, come on Aira. Kinta did save our behinds yesterday, no need to be so mean to him," Jiji said, pulling his usual silly faces, which made Aira wrinkle her nose only more.

It filled Kinta with gratification to get praise for his deeds. It was just soured a bit by the fact it came from the pretty boy, who got to sit between Vamola and Shiratori-san.

Since Turbo Granny refused to entertain any of them with answers to the current Double-Okarun-Problem until she had eaten, they had decided to have breakfast first.

Okarun let out a deep sigh. He nibbled away on his onigiri, while glancing over to his counterpart from time to time. Making sure that he wouldn't do anything dubious of course. But so far he had done nothing that would warrant mistrust, only annoyance. At least from his point of view.

The Yokai was embarrassingly obvious with his fawning over Momo. Getting all her favourite Onigiri's before anybody else could snatch them, zooming into the kitchen to get more sugar for her tamagoyaki's (ignoring Seiko's stern warnings) and sitting so close to Momo that their shoulders were touching. Okarun hoped that she wouldn't be annoyed by this, but given her smiling expression, she seemed to actually appreciate the little gestures he did for her.

And he didn't like it. Because those were things he had been thinking about doing himself. He wanted to get all her favourite flavours, especially the sweet ones. Momo had such a sweet tooth and he wanted to bring her all the sweets and candies he could get his hands on. And sitting close to her, feeling her warmth by his side.

But he never did. At least not to the amount he wanted. It would surely be weird and creepy if he did that. That's not something a friend does, right?

Meanwhile, the other him didn't care about these kinds of concerns and just did what Okarun deep down wished he could just do.

Dread filled his stomach.

If that was really his transformed self, then he knew all the things Okarun knew, right? And probably also had the same...yearnings. His unfiltered self without any kind of restrain from him, having easy access to Momo....This could only end in a catastrophe.

He was so absorbed in thinking about all the worst case scenarios, that he didn't notice at first how Momo tried to get his attention. Only when she bumped into his shoulder with hers did he jerk up and looked at her.

"Earth to Okarun! Someone home?" she asked with a mix of annoyance and amusement. Before he could give her a verbal response, she proceeded to put a few Onigiri on his plate. "I saved some of your favourites before he ate them all." Her thumb pointed behind her at the Yokai, who looked at him with a deadpan stare while munching on an Onigiri himself.

Still stunned and not able to object, Okarun just stared at his now very full plate. Her thoughtfulness warmed his heart and for a moment, all the worst case scenarios vanished from his mind. His expression slowly turned into a soft smile.

"Just like tasting them myself for once," the Yokai chimed in, receiving a quizzical look from Momo and Okarun. "'m not feeling hunger. This stuff just has great flavour, yo," he explained, chomping down on a tamagoyaki this time.

"So what, you just eat because you can?" Momo asked with a tilted head. The answer was a nod. He was still chewing.

"Does make sense. He probably is still a Yokai, so he doesn't really need food like we do," Okarun observed, adjusting his glasses. Seiko and Turbo Granny, who each sat at the ends of the table, exchanged glances without them noticing.

"Then he shouldn't eat so much and leave some more for you!" Momo grumbled and poked the Yokai's stuffed cheek with her chopsticks, earning her a sad whine. "Momo-chaaaan..."

He swallowed the food he still had in his mouth, but then shoved his plate with the half eaten tamagoyaki to Momo, planting his face on the table.

"Momo-chan doesn't want me to eat... This is so depressing..." he continued his whining. Okarun hid half of his face behind his hand, glancing at the others. "Is this normal when I'm..." He didn't finish the question, but Jiji and Aira both gave him a nod with an apologetic smile.

"Yeah man, you get gloomy very easily when Momo says just the tiiiniest negative thing," Jiji explained.

"Gloomy!" Vamola giggled.

Okarun sighed. This was such an overreaction. It had been obvious that Momo just had teased the other him in her usual rude way, but it seems that he couldn't take the smallest amount of critique from her.

"You idiot, finish your food!" Momo nagged at the Yokai, giving his shoulder a slight punch. He turned his face just slightly to look at her.

"No point in that...," he mumbled and received another punch.

Turbo Granny sighed exasperated. "This is just sad."

Momo now grabbed the Yokai's collar and forced him to sit in an upright position, rambling something about 'wasting food' and 'no misery during meals'.

"It's okay Ayase-san, I'll just finish his food," Okarun tried to defuse the situation and pulled the plate from the other one to himself. He felt sorry for the Yokai, as he remembered very well how rough Momo had been with him when he first transformed and hadn't liked his depressed demeanour at all. Thankfully that was not the case anymore.

Momo stopped manhandling the Yokai, who tried to remain upright, but still slouched position, and looked to Okarun. He gave her his brightest and most grateful smile to appease her.

"Thank you for the Onigiri too."

The annoyed expression on her face immediately melted into a shy smile and her eyes darted down to her plate. "O-of course."

His heart did a little spin at this. It was so rare for him to see her shy for a change. Being very pleased with himself and having a newfound appetite, Okarun ate the Onigiri with relish. After all, they were specifically picked by Momo for him!

The rest of the breakfast continued with the normal bickering and chatting. Jiji and Aira sometimes glanced at the Yokai, but other than that, he was just another face at the ever growing table.

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"Alright, are you now ready to explain what's wrong with Okarun?" Momo started immediately as soon as everybody had finished their meal, not even waiting until after they emptied the table. Her eyes darted between the two grannies "What is this Ikiryō?"

Seiko raised an eyebrow at her, not very pleased about the table still clattered with their dirty dishes. But she knew that her granddaughter would be too impatient for a clean-up right now.

"They are living ghosts," she answered. Getting up, she continued her explanation while walking towards the veranda, already having a cigarette in her mouth. "Usually when a person dies, their spirit can become a Shiryō. Your classical ghosts that haunt places and possess people." She opened the door to the veranda and lit her cigarette. "But sometimes a spirit forms from a still living person due to very intense emotions or because they're close to dying."

Okarun made a panicked noise.

"Calm down kiddo, you're not about to die." She took a drag from her cigarette, blowing smoke into the morning air outside. "At least not now. But you had a near death experience, remember?"

Having been silent and very comfy on her pillow so far, Turbo Granny joined the conversation: "The little punk here has no control of his emotions, almost kicked the bucket AND had an outer body experience. No wonder you're all fucked up like this."

At that, his friends turned with confused expressions towards Okarun.

"What outer body experience?" Aira asked, worried but also curious.

Oh.

He had totally forgotten to tell them about that. Or well, there had been no good moment for him to tell them. "Ahh, that is...a long story?" he tried to give them some sort of answer.

Before Momo could even take a breath to demand an explanation, Seiko interrupted her: "Save it for later. But speaking of that astral projection of yours." Another drag from the cigarette. She looked over her shoulder to her granddaughter. "Momo, is there any connection between those two? Something like a cord?"

At first Momo didn't really understand what her grandmother meant, but she still closed her eyes. She examined the aura of the two bodies sitting beside her with more precision this time, trying to see if something was actually coming out of them. So far she had only focused on energy inside the physical body, not around it. After a bit of mental touching around, she picked up a small stream of energy that went from Okarun to his Yokai self. "There is!" she exclaimed when she opened her eyes again, scaring everyone who had watched her intently. "I didn't see it the first time."

Seiko nodded, as if she had expected it and only needed Momo's confirmation. "So they better not stray away from each other too far. Who knows what will happen when that connection breaks." Her eyes moved to Turbo Granny. "Any working theories on this Neko? If this was just a simple Ikiryō he would have vanished by now."

But the cat doll was not invested in this little mystery at all. "Why should I know?"

"It's your goddamn spiritual energy that's causing this." Seiko said in a very stern voice and turned around to face Turbo Granny, who just rolled to her side and scratched her belly.

"Tch, more his fault for being such an emotional wuss."

The insult was aimed at Okarun. He could tell because she gave him the side-eye. They always annoyed him, but most of the time Turbo Granny had a point. And barking back at her was rarely fruitful, so he had just ignored them.

But this time-

"Better than being an uncaring hag, yo."

All eyes were on the Yokai Okarun. Usually it was the Ayases and Aira who would talk back to Turbo Granny, not Okarun. Even if it was the form without the filter.

The Maneki-Neko jumped up on the table and made a loud indignant noise.

"Say that to my face you wannabe Yokai," she hissed and raised her little paws in a threatening way.

He gladly accepted that challenge, leaning forward to be on eye-level with her.

"Uncaring. Weak. Hag."

Every word he punctuated with a poke to her chest, causing her to stumble backwards a bit.

The drop of a needle would have been deafening at this moment.

Turbo Granny's expression turned to shock and then fury. She jumped at the Yokai boy and let out a loud hiss, one that he returned with a low growl while his black mask clacked in place. Before those two could start a tussle at the table, Momo caught the cat doll with her psychic hands in the air, while Okarun and Jiji had stumbled up to their feet and grabbed the other Okarun on each arm, holding him back. They might have had a harder time to pull them apart, if Momo hadn't shielded Turbo Granny with her body, deterring the Yokai from actually trying to get the cat doll.

Suddenly, Seiko swung her bat Nessie down on the table between them, making everyone flinch.

"Settle down or you two idiots get a talisman slapped on your face!" At that threat, the two Yokai went slack in their holds, Yokai Okarun's mask vanishing again. After a few seconds, they were let go, but still glared at each other. As soon as everyone was sitting down again, Seiko looked at the cat doll again. "This should be in your own interest, Turbo Granny. Who knows what will happen to your spiritual energy if it roams around like this without a proper host. Maybe another Yokai will snatch it up?"

That prospect seemed to vex the old Yokai more than keeping up any disinterest in Okarun's situation. With a Hrmpf she took a closer look at the Yokai boy. In turn, he glared back at her, his wispy hair flaring and...growing puffier? Why did this make Okarun think of an angry cat?

After some thinking, Turbo Granny finally came to a hypothesis: "Maybe a case of Kage no Yamai."

The spirit medium raised an eyebrow. "The shadow sickness?"

She received a nod as answer. "At least some form of it. He was a simple Ikiryō at first, but probably so charged with emotions that my spiritual energy latched onto him."

"Why would the energy prefer a ghost over Takakura himself?" Aira wondered out loud.

"You should know that pinkie," the cat doll huffed at her. "Most Yokai are beings of emotions. Good or bad, doesn't matter. They're guided and attracted by them. At least the weaker ones." She crossed her arms and grimaced at the other Yokai. "What a pain. My powers must have turned all sissy to latch on some teenage angst emotions."

Before his other self could make a snarky retort, Okarun chimed in: "So...he is your powers, but controlled by my...emotions?"

"Four eyes, he isn't controlled by anything," Turbo Granny sighed disgruntled. "He acts on the emotions he got from you. They're like instincts to him."

Not interested in what the old hag had to say anymore, the Yokai boy had focused his attention back to Momo. He dared to come close to her again, still a bit careful as she had been mad at him earlier and put his head on her shoulders. She let out a small surprised squeak and poked his cheek, but made no move to get him off her. Enough reason for him to hum in a low tone that sounded way too much like a purr.

"Case in point." The doll said disgustedly and jumped off the table, not able to watch this display any longer.

Okarun panicked, embarrassed at his Yokai self's behaviour and pulled him away from Momo, even though he put up some resistance this time.

"So how do we put him back into me?" he asked in a slightly desperate voice, pointing from the Yokai to himself.

"Don't really wanna be put back," he grumbled. "It's nice being out. And Momo-chan is here."

"Well, I don't want you to be out!" Okarun grumbled back. Having his grip still on his other me's arm, he pulled him further away into a corner of the room and hissed at him more quietly, so that the others wouldn't hear him. "You are worse than when I'm transformed, it's embarrassing."

"Not doing anything embarrassing at all, yo," he just gave as a reply, not even trying to keep his voice down, which frustrated Okarun even more.

"You are practically clinging to Ayase-san! You shouldn't do that, it will freak her out eventually."

"But we want to be close to Momo-chan all the time."

This made Okarun pause. He hadn't said I. He had said We.

Before he could ponder on this, someone cleared their throat. His head spun around to the rest of the group.

Jiji and Vamola were giggling together behind their hands.

Kinta was looking in shock at him.

Aira was gnawing on her thumb, obvious jealousy on her face.

Turbo Granny kept looking at them with disgust.

Seiko's expression was unreadable.

And Momo....was looking everywhere but him and playing with her hair, the blush unmistakably on her cheeks.

Ah.

They probably heard what his other me had said. He wished a black hole would just appear under him.

"There is no conventional way to put an Ikiryō back into its original body," Seiko answered his previous question, completely ignoring what had just happened. Okarun was very thankful for that. "They usually return after a few hours. The Shadow Sickness itself is another story and your case is special. We need to be careful or this whole thing could blow up in our faces."

"So what are we suppose to do?" Aira asked, staring at the Yokai with suspicion. "This doppelganger of his might not be a threat now, but who knows what it will plot down the line!"

"Harsh much..." he mumbled, probably more offended to be called 'it' than the accusation. He raised his eyebrow at his counterpart, when Okarun looked at him. He finally let go of his arm.

"Like I said, the two wonderboys have to stay together. That way, normal four-eyes can keep him in check," Seiko waved Aira's worries away. Okarun wasn't so sure that anyone could keep his other self in check. "In any case, I will ask around if somebody has a clue how to best proceed with this. You should too hag." Seiko glared at Turbo Granny, who just waved her away. "Yeah, yeah, whatever." That was enough for Seiko and she nodded. Having finished her cigarette, she walked back to the table and started to pick up some of the dishes. "Can take a few days before we have something. In the meantime, you kids should get ready for school."

There was a silence in the room for a moment.

"HAAAAAH!?" Momo exclaimed loudly!.

Her grandma couldn't be serious. They had fought an alien invasion yesterday! They had almost died! And now they were supposed to go back to school?

[ask-shrimpo-dandys-world]

whatever you say you

1. Krill.

2. Hong Lu's Worst Ego.

3. Overcooked Fish.

4. Brick Owner.

5. Fish Food.

6. Cat Snack.

7. Overgrown Krill.

8. Flower Kisser.

9. Go Back To The Aquarium.

10. Shrimpo Fried Rice.

11. Side Dish.

12. Twunk Looking Ass.

13. Prey For The Spiders.

14. Fish Bait.

15. Disgusting Tasting Shrimp.

16. Crooked Smiling Idiot.

17. Worse Than Toodles.

18. The Ocean Called And They’re Running Out Of Shrimp.

19. The Jerk Store Called And They Want You Back.

20. Little Shrimp.

21. Cactus Prick.

22. Chicken Little.

23. Slower Than A.B.A.

24. Ishmael's Whale But With 0 Dollars.

25. Feral Cat.

26. The Shrimp That Watched Meursault Shoot That Gun.

27. The Mosquito.

28. Franz Kromer.

29. Bro Is Not Him.

30. Elderly Shrimp.

31. 1 millimeter of Sushi.

32. Worst Brick Owner.

33. You Have The Worst Food Themed Dish.

34. Read A Book.

35. Bleach Needing Flower Smoocher.

36. A Miserable Pile Of Secrets.

37. Weezer 5th Member.

38. NPC Fodder.

39. The 7 Dandy Petals Won't Obey You.

40. Heart Head.

41. Pebble Food.

42. Dumb Looking Face.

43. District 23 Food.

44. Unlucky Winner.

45. Worst Side Character Ever.

46. Not Even A Starving Person Would Consume You.

47. Stupid Dumb Idiot With No Brain Instead That Head.

48. Pizza Topping Material.

49. Can't Bottle Up Forever.

50. Worst Coping Ever!!!!

51. -5 Star Meal Maker.

🙄

GLAD TO KNOW YOU CARE ENOUGH ABOUT WHAT I SAY TO THE POINT YOU WOULD SPEND THE TIME TO THINK OF ALL THESE!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! YOU MUST'VE BEEN THINKING ABOUT ME FOR A WHILE FOR SOME OF THOSE!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

[lani-heart]

|| series masterlist || CHAPTER ONE -> PREVIEW ||

parings -> riki nishimura x reader genre -> non-idol au, school au, hyrbid au warnings -> n/a word count -> 1.1k

abstract -> he's perfect how he is... but can maybe change for her.

y/n’s perspective

“Niki, we always do this” I whined as he locked himself in the bathroom. I needed to get him ready for tonight’s party. If I didn’t have to go I wouldn’t… but with my family pushing me into choosing a major in business, they're making me befriend other kids from wealthy families. 

“Please… I don’t want to go alone” I begged but he didn’t respond. It was running late and the driver would be here soon… so I might have to go alone today. 

I gave up trying to convince him and did the final touches. Grabbing a jacket, fixing my makeup, and grabbing everything I needed. 

When I left my room, I couldn’t help but smile. 

“You’re gonna go with me?” I asked and he nodded. “I can’t let you go on your own” he muttered and I chuckled. “Besides, look at how forgetful you are,” he said as he pulled my hair roller off my bangs.

“Oh,” I said genuinely forgetting as he laughed at me. 

“Do you–” “Yes, I have my tail ring on. I’m ready, now let's go before your dad starts calling”

Riki Nishimura was a stray hybrid I met when I was a kid. We were on a vacation trip to Japan when I saw him. I offered him some food I had on me and he took it from me to eat it like he was starved. 

My parents were already wanting to get me a hybrid so I begged them to keep him. In which they reluctantly agreed. However, when we found out he wasn’t a normal black cat hybrid they agreed. 

He was a panther hybrid, and so has been with me for years. We grew up together… However, my parents never liked how rowdy he was. Even now they tell me to get another hybrid, one that could join me in dinners, and parties, and one who is overall more well-behaved. 

I wasn’t gonna let them replace him. He was my best friend, my number one confidant. Besides… who needs a fancy and well-behaved hybrid? Niki was way more fun!

niki’s perspective

It was the same old party they threw with the same kids as their rich human parents and new collectibles. They liked to collect new hybrids where they’d show them off and then throw them away… but not y/n. 

Without her, I probably would still be on the street mistaken for an overgrown cat hybrid. It doesn’t mean I liked being gawked at and set a price on what they’d trade her for me. Of course, she’d never let them... I’ve seen how annoyed and angry she gets and it made me happy she cared so much. 

I cared for her too… She was clumsy and an idiot so she needed someone to take care of her. So I'm here… at a stupid party filled with spoiled rich kids. 

Not to say she isn't spoiled… she is. However, I never questioned that she loved me. She always makes that clear with everything she does for me. 

“Oh! You’re y/n right?” I heard and I saw a girl behind us with what smelled like a bird hybrid. “Mmhm… have we met before?” she asked why I didn’t think so… I would’ve recognized her and her hybrid. “My name–” I didn’t care what she had to say… I just didn’t like how her hybrid kept on staring at me with those eyes of his. What was his problem?

I was cut off from my thoughts when suddenly the topic of discussion became me… 

“He’s really pretty and exotic too! I just haven’t heard good things about him, you know?” she said and I had to refrain from growling at her. Who was she to talk right in front of my face about me? And to y/n?

“Jay here is well-behaved! He’s from America you know–” Is that supposed to make him impressive? Congrats bird you’re a pet! “–it's just a shame you know. I wanted a bunny or maybe a cat hybrid” she pouted and I could see his disappointed expression. 

“Oh, Niki is really sweet but he’s solitary–” “You should invest in a social hybrid you know?” she cut her off to say. Rude… why would she need another hybrid when she has me?

“I like the way he is, he’s been with me since we were kids so there's no way I could ever replace him like that,” she said and I felt proud. 

“I heard about how much you care for him. I guess rumors were true” she said and I knew she was amongst those who talked about why she couldn’t get a nicer and social hybrid who smiles and dotes on her. I do dote on her… and I’m only nice to her. Everyone else was pushing it. 

“What is he if I can ask?” she said and y/n only sighed while looking up at me. “He’s a puma hybrid from Japan,” she answered. “Woah! I heard puma hybrids were rare! I thought he was just a cat… makes sense then for how tall he is.” she said as she got closer to me. 

“Oh please don’t do that. You’ll make him uncomfortable.” y/n said as I went behind her. 

“You should take him to the training you know. It's for the hybrids who need manners… they are opening classes in your university for hybrids'' she said… she stalked y/n to know what university she was in? She needs a life. 

“Oh… I know of them. I think he is just fine the way he is” y/n said and she bowed. “If you’ll excuse us,” she said and we walked away from the pair. “She was a bitch” y/n muttered and I laughed. “Calm down, you have an act to uphold,” I said and she sighed. “y/n?” I said and she looked at me with her eyes filled with determination to answer to give me anything I asked for. “Why didn’t you tell me your uni is having hybrid classes?” I asked and she sighed. 

“They're mainly about etiquette. She said how to take care of your owner… how to behave in a social setting, etc” and I nodded. 

“I want to go,” I said and her eyes widened. “But you're perfect–” “No, I’m not… I caused you a lot of trouble. I heard your dad get mad again this morning. He didn’t want me here because of last time” I said and she shook her head. 

“Yah! Don’t do that!” she scolded and I smiled softly. 

“Please? You said you would give me anything I asked for. I want to be a better hybrid for you”

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[altocat]

since ’tis the season, tell us about sephiroth’s first halloween experience.

Having essentially lived in an overgrown prison cell the first half of his life and...whatever the hell happened in Wutai and First Soldier the other half, Sephiroth re-enters Midgar society as an adult having no idea wtf Halloween even is.

Angeal and Genesis explain to him repeatedly, especially since Sephiroth gets particularly unnerved and agitated at the scary number of cadets all dressed up during drills that morning. Dress up, go around, get candy. They live on the fancier side of Midgar, where children of high ranking officials have the luxury of perusing swanky neighborhoods. Halloween is an active part of the Midgar Slums as well, but unfortunately with less resources to go around, though they make do.

Regardless, Sephiroth simply doesn't understand the idea, or that it's really just a holiday for children. Mister No-Fun-Sad-Childhood just sees a bunch of hooligans playing dress up and causing trouble.

Genesis eventually sighs, throws up his hands, buys the cheapest cat-ears headband he can find, clamps it onto Sephiroth's skull, and tells him fuck it, let's grab that missing childhood by the balls. So eloquent. Angeal knows they're way, way too old for this, but is anyone really going to refuse Sephiroth knocking on their door? Just this once.

Following a successful breakout from HQ beyond Hojo's prying eyes, the trio go door to door, bullying everyone they know for candy. Sephiroth still doesn't fully understand what's going on, but finds an unexpected level of glee at watching his bag get progressively heavier. They return back to headquarters with a HUGE haul, spending most of the night sprawled across Angeal's carpet trading candies and drinking holiday cider. Angeal puts on some scary movies later and bundles his idiot sister-wives on the couch. He falls asleep within five minutes--too much cider!--while Genesis jumps at anything remotely spooky on the screen.

Sephiroth, meanwhile, comfortably wedges between them, feeling oddly warm and cozy, if not a little dizzy from all the sugar. He won't say it out loud, but this might have been one of the best nights of his life. And, in the following years, he is the first to get excited whenever October rolls around. Maybe a little too excited.

[xamaxenta]

Hehehehe phoenix familiar being a shit. I like the idea that before the ‘nibbling incident’ sabo and ace are kinda leery around the phoenix. Like this is a legendary near holy creature that Marco for some reason treats like a misbehaving cat? Like the phoenix of myth, song beautiful enough to bring you to tears and Marco likes to put it in ‘hamper jail for biting crimes’ by overturning the hamper and placing it over the bird. Sabo and ace just don’t know how to deal with it.

Until, they to finally see that this is no creature of god, this is an overgrown idiot children as Marco grabs the phoenix by the ankles and turns it upside down and shakes to free little bat sabo free from its mouth yelping ‘drop it! I said drop it!’ And then lectures it like one does a puppy (still holding it upsidown) while it tries to nip his ankles.

Sure it can burn a man alive and heal the near dead but it’s also the reason there’s a baby lock in the fridge to protect the fruit

LMAO YOU GET ME

Poor bat Sabo tumbling out into Ace’s waiting palms, hes safe but he will never trust another creature bigger than himself, the audacity he exudes in bat form might win over the hearts of humans but an equally selfishly inclined and arrogant beast like a phoenix will only want to put him in his place

Sabo is not keen to be small around her anymore

She’s beautiful but daft, smart when she wants to be especially if it benefits her (ie. The child lock on the fridge because shes learnt to open things with her talons)

Hamper jail for phoenix familiar 😂 you just hear the stroppy toktoktoktok of her birb peets as she struts around with the hamper over her head

Ace cautiously asks Marco if shes gonna be okay after watching the bird walk and bonk off another chair and Marco shrugs like she’s fine, if it doesnt kill her no problem not that killing her is a problem lol

Ace always gets startled and nervous but pleased when the phoenix decides to roost on him, she coos all possessively over him and pecks at his hair alot she’s infatuated w him, familiar like contractual partner/owner then

She’s just taking comfort in the human her partner adores and bonds himself to thats all

Sabo begrudgingly respects her space and she does the same after the sabo bat got hunted for the phoenix’s own sport lmao

[numberonehatershrimp]

I see how it is you.

1. Krill.

2. Hong Lu's Worst Ego.

3. Overcooked Fish.

4. Brick Owner.

5. Fish Food.

6. Cat Snack.

7. Overgrown Krill.

8. Flower Kisser.

9. Go Back To The Aquarium.

10. Shrimpo Fried Rice.

11. Side Dish.

12. Twunk Looking Ass.

13. Prey For The Spiders.

14. Fish Bait.

15. Disgusting Tasting Shrimp.

16. Crooked Smiling Idiot.

17. Worse Than Toodles.

18. The Ocean Called And They’re Running Out Of Shrimp.

19. The Jerk Store Called And They Want You Back.

20. Little Shrimp.

21. Cactus Prick.

22. Chicken Little.

23. Slower Than A.B.A.

24. Ishmael's Whale But With 0 Dollars.

25. Feral Cat.

26. The Shrimp That Watched Meursault Shoot That Gun.

27. The Mosquito.

28. Franz Kromer.

29. Bro Is Not Him.

30. Elderly Shrimp.

31. 1 millimeter of Sushi.

32. Worst Brick Owner.

33. You Have The Worst Food Themed Dish.

34. Read A Book.

35. Bleach Needing Flower Smoocher.

36. A Miserable Pile Of Secrets.

37. Weezer 5th Member.

38. NPC Fodder.

39. The 7 Dandy Petals Won't Obey You.

40. Heart Head.

41. Pebble Food.

42. Dumb Looking Face.

43. District 23 Food.

44. Unlucky Winner.

45. Worst Side Character Ever.

46. Not Even A Starving Person Would Consume You.

47. Stupid Dumb Idiot With No Brain Instead That Head.

48. Pizza Topping Material.

49. Can't Bottle Up Forever.

50. Worst Coping Ever!!!!

51. -5 Star Meal Maker.

52. Opened Can of WellCheers but way worse.

IM SO HONORED YOU WOULD THINK OF SOME SUBPAR INSULTS ALL FOR ME!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! THESE ALL SUCK THOUGH, GET BETTER AT WRITING!!!!!!!!!!!

[nightlightrequested]

A feather for a thought whisks bad ones away

More internal airdrop thoughts, vashmeryl ahead

It’s a quiet afternoon for Meryl, a day off, Milly at work and both house plants are asleep. The moon’s really can align! Knives is up in his room but Vash is scrunched up on a the single seat lounge chair that sits sun. He decided he just had to join her quietly reading on the couch but not actually on the couch because that would be reasonable for man his size.

He reminds her of a cat. A very lanky and very stupid cat.

She swear shes not actually watching him nap, but watching him Meryl notices Vash increasingly becoming more tense and the time between twitching is becoming suspicious.

Meryl tries to read on, maybe its not a bad bad dream. She turns the page as Vash flings a leg out straight over the arm of the chair, She jumps and whips her head over to him. Vash shudders and gives a little whine when Meryl notices it.

Feathers.

Feathers are slightly blooming from the back of his neck growing towards his right side slowly. She moves to get up but something floats into her eye and she jolts back blowing at whatever it is. Her eyes finally catch it again and she watches a skrunkled little feather spinning softly in the wind her breath caused. Its like watching a moth, she gets drawn into watching its little dance as it once again floats down on her. She watches it comes to rest just above her heart.

She looks to Vash to watch his body drain of stress and discomfort with a long content sigh. Going limp on the chair with his leg hung over the side and the other drawn up with his foot facing the wrong direction. His head flops forward, and Meryl knows its going to make his neck hurt like a bitch when he wakes up.

But she doesn't want to argue with the magic feather that seemed to have sent a sense of warmth and comfort through the both of them. Besides she really wanted to finish her book today, besides the idiot should have just come over and just lied with her on the larger couch, maybe she could have run her fingers though his hair like an overgrown cat. she doesn't notice but they both smile subconsciously at the thought.

Maybe she should let Milly keep the little black cat inside if Meryl was just going to be drawing comparisons to Vash's resemblance to the creatures.