#until now i was pretty annoyed because i tagged it out of respect

[bunni-v1]

hii,

Can i request che‘nya, neige and rollo finding out you‘re a girl please?

(Just if u weite for em)

Freaking love ur serie 😍

Side Characters Find Out You’re A Girl?!?!?! (NOT CLICKBAIT!!!)

TW: Rollo

Info: Che’nya, Niege, and Rollo x Reader

🍓Thank you! I'm glad people enjoyed this series so much, it was very fun to write. This is the last part I'm afraid, but I hope it is a fitting goodbye to what has been a very long-running series now lol. Excited to move on to other things!

Tags: @kitsun369 @bloomstruck @squidsailing

Che’nya

-Oooooo, Che’nya knows something is up the moment he (creepily) stalks you and the others from the garden.

-His sniffer isn’t as good as Leona’s — he’s just a tomcat, after all — but he can smell that something about you isn’t right.

-Plus, he’s a master of bending the truth, he can see through your lie a mile away.

-Still, he has no reason to bother you about it — he doesn’t even know you. 

-He just thinks you’re a little funny that you’d hide something as pointless as this.

-Doesn’t really have confirmation on it until he asks Cater at the tea party.

-Then he later asks Trey who is like ‘Yeahhhhh…’

-Again, he doesn’t really know you, but he does think you’re cute and stuff.

-He sees your around when he sneaks on campus, and he was happy to bump into you at the VDC.

-(He scored your number there, lets go Che’nya).

-Nah, you two don’t really get to interact until Noble Bell College.

-He’s excited to see you again, and really chats you up this time (everyone there thinks its weird, he literally has no reason to talk to you).

-You’re alone with him and Niege and Grim when he drops the bombshell of “A pretty girl like you should be wearing a dress, right?”

-You don’t know if Trey or Cater or even Riddle told him, but you were gonna deck them across the face the second you found out.

-Still, despite him outing you to Niege, he’s really only mildly annoying about it.

-He teases you and picks on you about it, but he’s more like an annoying older brother than a creep.

-He will hang it over your head though, because they way you get all huffy is funny and cute to him.

Neige

-Other than Che’nya— Neige really doesn’t suspect much.

-I mean, look at him and Vil. Feminine men is not his biggest concern.

-He respects you and your pronouns and he’s a real big sweetheart.

-He is… drawn to you, just a little. 

-You’re different from the other students, and you managed to make friend with Vil, so excuse him for being a little curious.

-Despie Vil being vehemently against it, you and him exchange numbers and start talking casually.

-It’s pretty normal stuff, and it’s not like you’re talking every day, but you consider each other friends at the very least.

-You’re both very excited to see each other again at Nobel Bell College.

-Neige feels bad that you’re sort of forced to go and babysit, but he gets to see you again!

-You bump into him and Che’nya at the fesitval, and Neige is… notably weirded out by Che’nya’s overt friendliness with you.

-“He’s never this nice with people he doesn’t know — never. It’s so weird.” He tells you.

-You brush off his concerns, and you live to pay for it too.

-You and Neige were just chilling, talking, and hanging out for the first time in person and Che’nya walked over and joined the conversation.

-All is good until he drops the one-liner of a century, leaving both you and Neige in shock.

-You because how did he find out, Neige because oh my god you’re a woman.

-He feels even WORSE for you now.

-I mean, being the only woman at NRC has gotta be awful.

-He doesn’t make a big deal out of it, bless his soul.

-He just shrugs it off and also offers his room as sanctuary on the weekends if you need it. 

-He does agree with Che’nya, though, you would look very pretty in a nice flowing ballgown!

Rollo

-Bless this little freaks soul. He is about as sheltered as Malleus and about ten times more evil.

-He, somehow, knows something about you is different from the get-go. Not just your inability for magic, no something more.

-Naturally, he is drawn to you, and evermore curious about you and your life at NRC.

-He, being observant, takes note that you are treated slightly differently by your fellow classmates.

-They are generally more respectful and courteous toward you — gentlemanly in some cases.

-It only makes his interest in you grow. What is it that is so special about you? 

-Then he overhears a conversation with Niege and Che’nya, and it all makes so much sense!

-You are a woman, of course you are. No wonder you were so captivating.

-Rollo holds this card close to his chest — he needs not reveal his secrets.

-Malleus is fond of you — as are the other magicians here. That could be useful.

-This information could aid him in his ultimate plan — and he could be your savior from the beasts you live amongst. 

-He reveals that he knows your gender in front of everyone at the festival, and takes you captive as his own.

-He is so diluted in thinking that he is your saving grace, and that what he is doing is so right and justified that he can’t hear you curing him out over his own thoughts.

-Obviously, you get saved by your friends and all is well, but now a whole lot of people who shouldn’t know you are a woman do, and Crowley has to do a LOT of PR work lol.

[megumishotgf]

satoru's pretty girl (sitting on his face!!) ˖ ࣪࿐ྂ

summary: satoru really wants you to sit on his face. but he has to help you work through your bodily insecurities first (chubby! reader). i got really carried away with this omg. 

warnings + tags: body insecurities, chubby!fem!reader, body worship, oral (female receiving), y/n shows love by lowkey bullying satoru and he takes it because he’s cocky and whipped. not proofread i'm sorry it's three in the morning ive spent the last three hours writing this.

masterlist wc: 2.7k ༄ؘ

by nature, satoru is a very persuasive person. whether it’s him using his irresistible charm, or just the other party giving in after getting restlessly annoyed by his persistence, he always has a way of getting what he wants.

satoru has had the same request for the past few weeks now. he wants you - no, needs you - to sit on his face. he flails his arms dramatically, falling backwards onto the bed when you decline, whining about how he needs your pussy on his face or he’ll die.

of course, he respects your boundaries when it comes to sex. but satoru won’t drop this because he knows you want to try it. and he is certain that his eating out skills are not lacking (he’s good at everything, after all), so that’s not the issue either. every time satoru mentions it, you make excuses about being too heavy or your thighs being too big, and no matter how much bragging satoru does, you refuse to believe he can handle it. 

“i’m too heavy, toru. i will suffocate you and you will die!”

“sent to heaven by my sexy girlfriend? you know i wouldn’t mind that. i welcome the idea, in fact…”

“as if you’re going to heaven!”  

satoru has tried to coax you out of your insecurities. he likes that you’re a little bigger than other women. of course, it’s ultimately what’s on the inside that counts… but have you seen yourself? you’re the most beautiful woman he’s ever seen! to be able to sit in between your thick thighs is a privilege in satoru’s eyes. he sits in between them all the time - sometimes eating you out for insanely long periods until you’re squirming away, and other times just letting them act as his personal ear muffs. how on earth could you think they’re a bad thing?

“i’m wounded, baby. you know i’m the strongest for a reason, right?” 

“that doesn’t matter, toru!” you cover your face in embarrassment. “your strength won’t matter when i’m depriving you of oxygen.”

before you can protest, satoru has his arms hooked under each of your legs, hoisting you up into the air. your hands instinctively grab his shoulders, thighs squeezing around his torso in shock. “satoru! what are you doing?”

“see, baby? i can pick you up just fine. you’re as light as a feather to me,” he replies in that signature flirtatious tone of his. 

satoru lowers you back onto the bed, laughing at your flustered face as he hoovers over you. “so tell me truthfully baby. what’s so bad about having you sit on me?” 

you’re silent for a few moments, unsure of how to articulate your feelings. you take a deep breath, hoping that it’ll calm your restless body and mind, but it comes out shaky and leaves a sinking feeling in your chest.

“i just… don’t want you to see me like that. you’ll see my tummy and my boobs will look weird… what if you realise i’m ugly, toru?” 

satoru’s eyes soften as he hears your voice falter. he pulls away the hands covering your face to meet your tearful eyes. how could his baby think so lowly of herself?

“my poor baby. why didn’t you tell me sooner?” he coos, gently cupping your cheek and letting his thumb wipe away a few stray tears. 

“it’s just silly. i wish i felt more comfortable being naked around you, i do. but you’re so perfect and strong and i don’t look like you at all!”

you’ve started to think it’d be easier if you looked differently. if you looked more like the women you see in magazines, maybe you’d feel more comfortable in your body around satoru. maybe if you worked out a bit more. you feel a little pathetic considering you’ve been together for so long, and you’re still covering yourself up as if you’ve been together for a mere few weeks. 

satoru sits up, guiding you to sit on his lap. he lets his hands run up your sides soothingly as you open up to him about all the awful thoughts you have in your head. your usually-goofy boyfriend sits quietly and listens so intently as you pour your heart out to him, only interrupting when you start apologising profusely for your crying.

“hey, stop apologising. you’re my girl and i’m here to listen. i’d give you the world if it meant making you happy. now, i hope you’re comfy because i have a lot to say!” 

you’re sniffling and your nose is runny but satoru still thinks you’re an angel that’s graced the world with your presence, especially when he hears you giggle quietly at him.

“i’ve never been attracted to someone like i am to you. i mean it, y/n. i knew it from the first time i saw you - whereas you found me annoying, may i remind you - i couldn’t believe how beautiful you were. i love everything about you - your face, your tummy, your arms. and your thighs? holy shit… that’s why i need the pretty things around my head, yeah? and your boobs too? baby, have i shown them anything but love?”

satoru knows how to make you laugh - it feels like a breath of fresh air, gradually filling your lungs and pushing that anxious physical discomfort out of your chest. you look at him with wide, glossy eyes but there’s a small smile on your lips. “you don’t think they’re sagging?” 

“i don’t care if they are, angel. they’re a part of you, that’s what i care about. everything about you is so beautiful to me! don’t you see the effect you have on me? just seeing you makes my heart beat faster. i can’t focus on anything but you. even when you’re not around, all i think about is when i can see you next.. and don’t you see how hard i get for you?” he continues, smiling widely at your laughter. you slap at his chest playfully at the comment, but he just takes the same hand and kisses the back of it.

“you see how i feel about you? and honestly, baby, our bodies will change eventually. bodies are temporary. i won’t look like this forever either, you know! but i know you’ll still love me the same. even as we change i’ll still think you’re the most beautiful person ever because you’re still going to be you. i love you more than anything, remember?”

“yeah. i love you so much, toru,” you say, arms wrapping around his shoulders. “and i didn’t find you annoying! i was way too focused on how freakishly tall you are.”

“oh wow… my dear girlfriend making fun of me after i poured my love out for her,” satoru feigns sadness at what you’ve just said, dramatically throwing his head back and clutching his chest. 

“you’re such a baby!” you moan but you’re grinning widely, cupping his cheeks and forcing him to look at you. “i love you, toru. thank you. you always make me feel pretty… i just needed a little reminder.”

“that’s okay. i’ll remind you every single day what i think of you, sweet girl,” satoru’s lips are on yours before you can reply. his hands wander over your body - your calves, your thighs, your hips, your tummy. normally you’d feel inclined to straighten your back, nervous that he’d see the folds in your tummy, but those thoughts have been pushed to the far back of your mind. you let your body naturally fall into his, feeling the love through his warm, embracing hands. 

“how about i show you how much i love you, baby?” satoru pulls away only long enough to see you nod in agreement. you can feel him becoming increasingly needy and desperate with his kisses - they get messier and he lets out pretty moans periodically. 

satoru ushers you to lay flat on your back, hoovering over you with that stupid grin of his as he compliments you over and over. so pretty… and you’re all mine. i’m so fucking lucky. can’t believe i’m with you, baby. you can’t feel the nervousness anymore when he starts to undress you - that same nervousness that felt like it was etched into your bones earlier. how could you feel nervous when he’s looking at you with heart-shaped pupils?

your oversized shirt - satoru’s oversized shirt - and your sweats are thrown carelessly acoss the room. the same shirt that you deemed baggy enough to hide your figure sufficiently, so that you wouldn’t have to see the outline of your body. but somehow you found yourself eagerly taking it off, even letting out a giggle when you heard satoru mutter a ‘fuck’ at the sudden reveal of your breasts, as if he hadn’t seen them countless times before. your fingers tug at the hem of satoru’s shirt too but he stops you before you can pull the material off, “tonight’s about you, okay?”

“so fucking pretty,” you can hear a tinge of whininess in his voice, and you have no doubt that his cock is heavy and aching in his pants by now. satoru takes your tits in his large hands, squeezing the fat in between his fingers. his thumbs just barely graze over your sensitive nipples, and he knows if he repeats the action enough you’ll desperately whine and beg for him to give you more. his favourite thing to do, though, is to take them in between his teeth, taking pride in the way your back arches and you gasp in shock. 

“ass up, baby. wanna see your pretty cunt,” his voice is stern this time, and you obey him immediately, making sure your back arches just the way he likes. when satoru fucks you like this, he’ll press down on the small of your back, pushing you further into the mattress, but his other hand will keep your hips steady and high in the air, ready for him to pound into you repeatedly, reducing you to nothing but a crying, moaning mess.

while there’s nothing satoru likes more than fucking you face-to-face, seeing your round ass like this makes his head spin. his hands trace over your stretch marks lovingly, as if he’s trying to commit everything about you’re body to memory. your thighs are sticky, coated with the slick that’s been dripping down from your aching cunt. it got your underwear nice and soaked too, darkening the fabric enough that satoru could see the pretty outline of your pussy lips already. his cock twitches and he feels an overwhelming urge to fuck you into oblivion - but he remembers what he initially set out to do. satoru won’t rest until you’re grinding helplessly against his face.

“could look at you forever, angel. my pretty girl,” satoru continues to praise you. you can feel him press his thumb against your clit through your underwear, his slow movements making you clench your thighs in pathetic desperation, but he spreads them apart once again roughly.  “wanna hear you say it too, baby. say you’re pretty.” 

“i’m pretty. i’m your pretty girl!” your cheeks are a little flushed when you say so, but you can’t bring yourself to feel any shame when the only thing playing in your mind is satoru, satoru, satoru. he’s barely touching you yet you’re already losing your composure, moaning out loudly for him to touch you more.

satoru seems to be content with your answer - finally discarding your underwear, gawking at the string of wetness that forms between your pussy and the fabric. you look so good - smell so good - and you’re so ready to eat, but not like this. not yet. satoru’s quickly turning you over, hands roughly gripping your hips, desperation replacing his usual carefulness.   

“can’t take it anymore, baby. need your pussy on my face, please?” satoru whines as he feels his impatience get the best of him. his hands squeeze at your squishy inner thighs, marvelling at how soft they feel. “wanna have your pretty thighs wrapped around my head. please, angel? i’ll make you feel so good. i promise.”

you’re finally agreeing to his request and satoru swears his heart skips a beat. there’s a chorus of ‘fuck, thank you baby. love you so much,’ as he urges you to move up onto his face. your body moves quickly until you’re (your pussy is) hoovering over him.

“fuck… the view is so pretty,” satoru mutters under you, hands comfortably hooking around your thighs. “want you to ride my face, angel. use me to get off, okay?”

you nod in agreement - your movements must be a little slow for satoru because his arms are starting to impatiently pull you downwards. but you sit up once more, peering down at him cautiously.

satoru senses your hesitance, letting his fingers caress your inner thighs in attempt to soothe you. he’s just seconds away from tasting your sweet pussy and satoru might actually die if it doesn’t happen. “it’s okay. i’m okay, see?” he says in reassurance before forcing you down onto him.

you naturally straighten your back once more. but as soon as you feel satoru’s mouth on your clit, you nearly topple over. the air is sucked out of your lungs and one of your hands reaches out to grip the headboard in front of you in attempt to steady yourself. but god damn his mouth is magical - your thighs start to tremble but satoru’s ironclad grip on you keeps you upright. you’re suddenly hyperaware of your tummy as you lean forward - the same routine thought your insecurities have imprinted into your mind. but thinking of satoru’s earlier words, and seeing the way he looks up at you as he’s eagerly pleasing you, you discard those thoughts immediately.  

“f-fuck,” you feel satoru curse under you. he’s gazing up at you, marvelling in the way you’re shaking above him in pleasure. the slight bounce of your breasts with each jerky movement you make and the cute rolls of your soft tummy. you look like an angel from down here, satoru thinks. and with your sweet-nectarine taste, your enticing smell and your pretty melodic sounds - this has to be heaven, he concludes. this is what heaven is like.

with the sudden tilt of your hips, satoru gets direct access to your entrance (i hate this word). you can feel his tongue eagerly lapping all over your cunt, making sure his nose nudges your clit. you’re so, so wet and satoru can feel your slick all over his face but he fucking loves it - not wasting a single drop of your sweetness. you suddenly buck your hips, starting to grind against his face. at last, satoru can die a happy man.

“fuck, toru. feels so fucking good. you’re soo good,” you cry out, tangling your fingers in his hair. your grip on his strands tightens as his movements gain speed. if he wasn’t putting his mouth to such good use you know satoru would have the stupidest fucking grin on his face seeing the effect he has on you. and he’ll tease you about it tomorrow - even thought he was the one outright begging for you to seat your pussy on his face. 

“toru, i’m so fucking close. oh - oh fuck!” you whine, locking eyes with your boyfriend, who continues to suck greedily at your clit. you feel him squeeze your thighs in reassurance, and you can almost hear him say ‘i’ve got you, baby. don’t hold back.’ in that whiney voice of his. you’re selfishly riding his face now and he fucking loves it - sure, it’s getting a little hard to breathe, but look at you, it’s worth it.

“i’m cumming, cumming - oh, fuck. toru, toru!” suddenly you’re gushing all over satoru’s face but he’s sucking it all up. your body trembles above him, and one of his hands presses against your tummy to steady you as you lean forward. satoru continues his movements on your clit until you’re crying in overstimulation and pushing his head away. 

“too sensitive, toru!” you whimper, glassy eyes connecting with his. you lift yourself off his face, legs still shaking in your post-orgasmic haze, letting yourself collapse tiredly besides him. satoru looks just as fucked out as you - flushed cheeks with the lower half of his face covered in your slick. yet he still licks his lips, trying to savour your taste as long as possible.

“that was so fucking hot. see? i told you i’d make you feel good. could have made you cum again if you were patient!”

just put all the satoru's in bold (there were fifty three) and it doesn't look like a real name anymore. anyway, this is my first satoru fic !! please let me know what you thought of him? did i characterise him well? thanks for the love for this fic i’m super proud of how it turned out!!

[wickedcriminal]

HELLO AGAIN I'm glad to see you got my ask (it was important to me that you knew how much I ADORE this au) but now I've just gone back through the tag, I have some questions, if you don't mind! There's a good chance you've answered some of them before but I wanted to ask anyway:

First of all: with both Snotlout's being one character, and in Elder's age group, how does that work with some of the book specific scenes where Snotlout is being cruel to Hiccup during training (as the older ones have already gone through pirate training)?

Also slightly related: are either Adelaide or Gustav in Younger's pirate training programme or is it just the book people we hear about?

Also also slightly related (and you can tell I have a bit of a theme to my questions): what is Adelaide and Snotlout's relationship like? And what is Adelaide like full stop since she's barely mentioned in the books after all, so if you do have anything characterisation wise, that would be quite cool?

AHHH THANK YOU 😭😭 ALSO I LOVE THESE QUESTIONS SO MUCH BECAUSE I GET TO DRAW ADELAIDEEE WHOO

So Snotlout basically did all the book bullying to Elder back when they were both in the Pirate Training Program, (including the sabatoge and attempted parricide,) and he continued to do it through the Dragon Training Program and up until Elder saved everyone from the Red Death. Ever since starting the Dragon Academy, Elder has been receiving much more respect from his peers, and Snotlout has been having to draw back on the bullying to save face. Elder and he still have that chief-heir rivalry, of course, and it becomes a gag that Snotlout casually tries to kill him and Elder rolls his eyes like "oh, you" and then everyone laughs it off. Through RTTE he'll mellow out, and by the time of HTTYD 2, the murder theme will pretty much be gone with Snotlout having begrudgingly become real friends with Elder.

As for Adelaide!! I made a post about her a few years ago, but I decided I wanted to give her a bit of an update since I found a better slot for her in the larger story! (And also because I wanted to redesign her agahagah)

Adelaide is indeed in the Pirate Training Program! She pretty much becomes Younger's book!Snotlout, sans the murderous tendencies. Unlike Snotlout, Adelaide has nothing to gain from killing her Hiccup, but she has seen Snotlout heckle Elder enough times for her to mirror that onto Younger. Taking book!Snotlout's place also gives her all of his book lackies, like Dogsbreath! (Gustav is also a Pirate and one of her lackies, though he's less of a bully to Minicup and Fish and moreso just a mild annoyance 😂)

Adelaide and her friends' usual up-tos around Berk include sailboat racing, hunting rats and fish with their hunting dragons, basheyball, and other mischievous preteen activities (though never quite as destructive as what the Thorston twins get up to.)

Adelaide's relationship with Snotlout is amicable enough, though they probably bicker thrice as much as the Hiccups normally would. Snotlout likes to embarass Adelaide around the other Pirates and it annoys her to no end, but despite this (and she'd never say it to his face) she's often heard praising Snotlout up and down for being the coolest person ever. She likes to taunt Younger about how her cool and awesome big brother is gonna clobber his wimpy crybaby big brother. Even after Elder defeats the Red Death, she still has a habit of talking him down in favor of Snotlout, and continues to do so even through Race to the Edge and HTTYD 2.

She'd get some skull tattoos in RTTE, and her riding dragon would be the Devilish Dervish that Snot had in the books! I also wanted to give her a unique weapon, so she uses a flail mace!

Her role gets bigger from book 9 onward, as she and Snotlout's relationship with each other as well as their differing thoughts about who deserves to be King become extremely relevant.

Let's just say she's got a good throwing arm.

[vodika-vibes]

Hiiii CONGRATS on 650!!! Can’t wait to see you hit 1000 in like 2 months because you are so amazing!!

Ok can we get a little Enemies to lovers/a lil bit of Romeo and Juliet modern Au with tech?

Could it be something like He and reader are both race car drivers of opposing teams and at first they hate each other but then they fall in love but obviously their teams don’t like that…

Congrats again!! Can’t wait to see what you come up with for this and any other prompts !!🫶🏻

Never Enough

Summary: You’re a motorcycle racer, and you’re pretty good if you say so yourself. Good enough that you make a living doing it. Your biggest rival, Tech, is just as good as you are, if not better in some ways. Your team hates him, and his team hates you. Too bad for them that you love Tech, and he loves you.

Pairing: TBB Tech x F!Reader

Word Count: 1104

Prompt: Enemies to Lovers AU

Warnings: Some adult conversation topics

Tagging: @trixie2023 @n0vqni @imabeautifulbutterfly

A/N: Sorry that this took so long, I had an idea, but I wasn't able to write it as I planned, and so I had to scrap the whole story and start fresh this morning. Anyway, I hope you like this!

It’s late.

The sun has long since set, and the moon is slowly making its way across the sky, and the afterparty for your most recent win ended several hours ago. 

This means the members of your crew have long since returned to their respective hotels, and you are, finally, alone with your thoughts. 

You should get some sleep. It’s been a long day, and tomorrow marks the start of your long journey back home. But you can’t seem to get your mind to settle.

And the reasoning for that? Tech is supposed to come and visit you tonight and you can’t wait. 

Once upon a time, you and Tech hated each other. You thought that he was arrogant and pig-headed. He thought that you were careless and reckless. And then one of your sponsors bought out one of his sponsors, and the pair of you were forced to do a photoshoot together.

A photoshoot where you were both shoved into bathing suits and pressed against each other in various poses.

At the end of the photoshoot, Tech kissed you. He said it was an accident, that he didn’t mean to do it. But the next night, he came to your hotel room and kissed you again. 

And it kept happening, until, one night, you showed up at his hotel room and asked to spend the night.

It was the start of a whirlwind, and totally secret, relationship. 

You scramble to your feet when you hear a knock at the door. It takes you a moment to make sure that your robe is secure, and a moment longer to check who’s outside the door.

And then you pull the door open to greet Tech with a small smile. 

He has a bottle of wine in his hand and has two wine glasses hanging from his fingers. “Wine?” You ask as you move to the side to allow him in the room. 

His dark gaze slides down your body, and then he steps into the room, “To celebrate your victory, of course.”

You laugh softly, “I only won because you weren’t racing today. You had some bike trouble?”

Tech sets the wine and glasses on the table and sinks onto the couch, “The transport company damaged the bike. It happens, but it is still annoying.”

“Well, that’s what insurance is for, right?” You reply as you walk over to him to sit next to him. A giggle falls from your lips as he tugs you onto his lap and his hands slide under your robe.

“Exactly. But I was able to watch the race,” His deft fingers find the tie to your robe and he tugs it open, “You looked amazing.” Tech’s gaze flickers down to see what you’re wearing under your robe, and he smirks, “Almost as good as you look now.”

“Well, it’s not like I can race in lingerie.” You tease as you allow him to slide the silky material off your shoulders to pool on the floor.

Tech hums as his calloused fingers slide over your ribs, “You could. I would not stop you.”

You shake your head and shift so that you’re straddling him as you wrap your arms around his neck, “Silly man, that’s not safe.” You whisper against his lips.

“Would be hot though,” He murmurs in reply as he catches your lips with his own.

You kiss him back deeply, your fingers moving to slide through his hair, “And you would be okay with that? Everyone and their cousin seeing me in my lingerie?”

Tech pauses and pulls back so he’s able to look at you properly, a small smirk lifting the corner of his lips, “Why not? You are mine, after all.”

“Possessive.” There’s no heat in your words because you know that Tech isn’t like that, not really.

“Sure, something like that.” He pulls you into another kiss, one of his hands settling on the back of your neck to hold you against him, and then his lips trail to your throat. “So,” He murmurs against your skin, “I was thinking.”

“Oh?”

“How would you feel about combining our teams?”

You comb your fingers through his hair as you consider his question, “My sister hates your brothers.”

“Your sister wants to drag Hunter into a storage closet and ride him until neither of them can think straight.” Tech corrects.

“Those aren’t mutually exclusive, darling.”

He chuckles, and pulls away to look up at you, “I hate that we spend so little time together,” Tech admits quietly, “I hate that there are races you go to where I am not invited, and vice versa.”

You’re quiet for a moment and then you sigh, “This is about the Beach race, isn’t it.”

“You crashed. You could have died. You should have died.”

“I’m fine.”

His hand moves to press against the scar that you got from that crash. He’s not wrong, when you crashed a piece of rebar pierced your side and nearly killed you. You got a very nice settlement from the race organizers who didn’t make sure that there were no hazards like that around the race, but it doesn’t change that you’re only alive because of the hard work of your surgeons. 

“You’re fine now. What if it happens again?”

“You’re not asking me to give up racing?”

“I would never. All I want is to be there if it happens again.”

You’re quiet for a moment, thinking through his proposition, “I would like that.” You finally admit, “You being there for all of my races, and me being there for all of your races, would be better than having to watch the race on tv.”

“Exactly.”

“Plus,” You add quietly, “We’re pretty serious about each other, so this was going to happen eventually.”

“We are a little more than pretty serious, cyare.” Tech points out.

You lightly trail your fingers down his cheek, a small smile on your face, “Did you ever expect that we would be like this?”

He chuckles, “Never.” Tech pulls you into a kiss and then stands to carry you over to the bed, “But, I am very glad to be wrong.” You squeal as he drops you on the bed and then climbs over you and catches your lips with his one more time, “Congratulations on your win,” He breathes out, “Let me give you your reward.”

You know that this conversation isn’t over, you and Tech still have a lot of details you need to work out, but for now, you can put that to the side in favor of enjoying Tech and letting Tech enjoy you.

[no1frogfan]

Impending, part 2

Matsukawa Issei x afab reader

Word count: ~2.6k

Tags & warnings: SMUT-MINORS & AGELESS BLOGS DO NOT INTERACT, drugs (smokin a joint), semi-public sex (barely), fingering, p in v

Note: Vegeta fuckers rise up. (But for real everyone knows Android 18 is where it’s at.) I think this piece makes clear how big the Mattsun-shaped hole in my heart is. Thank you @prettyiwa for your keen editing eye :* And idk if you wanted to keep getting tagged in this series mica but in case you do @princesskazuya

part 1 | part 3

The first time he met you, Makki had invited him over to play games after school. It was only the second week of 4th grade, but they’d hit it off immediately. He was aware Makki had two siblings, and even though he was younger than Makki, Issei was still the oldest in his own family and the oldest among his cousins, so he was pretty sure his mature energy would garner your respect.

What he hadn’t anticipated was that…it didn’t.

Actually, you were the one who impressed him. You seemed to know all the things that middle schoolers knew and elementary schoolers didn’t, and right away he found himself on the back foot, wanting you to recognize him as an equal.

The second time he went to Makki’s house, he went prepared. This time, he was going to get more than a quick glance from you, so he picked out the coolest shirt he owned — dark gray, oversized, with Vegeta going Super Saiyan plastered across the front. When you opened the door and feigned a cough to hide your laugh, he realized he’d misfired again.

When he thinks back on his childhood memories of you, they were invariably like this — you out of reach and him just behind, you ahead and him in pursuit.

You were always polite to him, never mean, but never overly friendly either. And why would you be? He was the annoying friend of your annoying little brother. The two of them were constantly following you around trying to get you to take them to high school parties where they were sure they’d get their first sip of beer and their first kiss.

It’s just that somewhere along the way, he started hoping you would be his first kiss.

But the four-year age gap meant he didn’t get much of a chance. By the time he got to high school, you were away at college, and by the time he graduated college, well, you’d already started making headway with your career in Sendai, or so Makki said.

In that time, he’d graduated high school, college too, and now he’s pretty established in the family business. He still hangs out with Makki all the time, and he’s a fixture in the Hanamaki household, always making sure to visit your parents along with his own. It’s just that whenever he came over, you’d either just left, or were yet to arrive. The timing was never right.

The desire to impress you faded to near-nonexistence over the years. Near non-existence, because a tiny little part of him still keeps track of how long it’s been since he last saw you (until today: 11 years). So when Makki invited him over for a family barbecue and mentioned offhandedly that you were home visiting, well, that tiny little part of him may have decided to trade the usual basketball shorts and faded t-shirt for the shorts that hug his thighs and the shirt that shows off the physique he’s kept up even after volleyball.

He knew he’d have to endure some teasing, but he’s used to it at this point.

(Makki took one look at him in the doorway and doubled over laughing, “It’s never gonna happen, bro.”

Mattsun just shrugged. “Can’t blame me for wanting to shoot my shot.”

Makki did not like that turn of phrase.)

Anyway, he’s probably over you at this point. He’d almost convinced himself of that until the moment you appeared at the top of the basement steps.

Maybe there’s something about the basement. Back then, he was always playing games down here with Makki. The tv screen was much smaller at the time, and the basement wasn’t fully finished. The walls hadn’t been painted, the floor was just concrete, and the only furniture was a paint-stained coffee table, a lumpy old sofa, and a dirty bean bag chair. Your parents gave them their privacy though, and kept the old fridge downstairs stocked with soda, so to him, it was basically heaven.

You usually left him and Makki alone, but sometimes if you were really bored, or if it was too hot upstairs, or you were supposed to watch them while your parents were out, you’d hang out down here and play a round or two. Sometimes you’d complain about your friends or whoever you were dating at the time, and Makki would always take their side and he would always take yours, and afterward you’d jokingly berate your brother, Why can’t you be nice to me like Issei?

The way you called his name today with that pleased little lilt made his insides twist into familiar knots. When he chanced a peek…you looked stunning, even better than he remembered. Especially with a radiant glow from the afternoon sun, beads of sweat disappearing into your cleavage, and thighs spilling out of tiny denim shorts.

He felt nervous, hyperaware of you sitting behind them on the couch. So when Makki reached over to bat at his controller, he channeled that anxious energy into shoving back.

In retrospect, it was more than a little childish to think he could impress you by wrestling your brother. Wrestling? Really? What are they, ten years old? He regretted it as soon as Makki left and the adrenaline wore off. He’s a grown man now, with plenty of experience under his belt, so how come you’re still able to make him feel like this?

Mattsun tried to play it off while he figured out another tactic, but then… When you leaned in to take the controller out of his hands, he thought you hesitated, just for a second, like you were caught off guard.

And when he sat back against the couch, he thought you seemed fidgety, like maybe the couch was uncomfortable.

And then when he — let’s be honest — completely fucking panicked and just laid himself across your lap because he couldn’t keep his hands off you, and your voice got all throaty, like…he’s even not sure what.

When you shoved him off and retreated into the couch, when he saw the agitated rise and fall of your chest and the way your nipples poked through the thin fabric of your crop top, when you looked everywhere but at him—

That’s when it clicked. Maybe, just maybe, he finally had a chance.

He barely remembers the race, so dizzying was this revelation.

He ignored Makki’s curious look when he didn’t lie back down on the floor. He hoped you didn’t mind how sweaty his palm was when he pushed himself up next to you instead. You’d stiffened, keeping your gaze resolutely focused on your phone, even though you’d stopped scrolling.

Now that you’re within reach, he doesn’t want to let go of this chance. To ghost his lips on the skin of your neck. To make his desire plain to you. To know if you want him too.

When you look up, a reply on your lips…

Makki yawns. Your face drops.

Of course.

He’s an idiot.

He was so high on the barest glimmer of a chance with you that he forgot all about Makki. Of course you’d be worried about how your brother might feel. You have no idea that Makki is well aware of his crush on you.

So when you run off, leaving him behind yet again, he fights the urge to chase. That little inkling of interest had made him impatient. Can you blame him, though? He’s been chasing after you for as long as he can remember. He’s sure of what he wants. But, he reminds himself, this is all new for you.

So for the first time, he doesn’t pursue you.

Don’t rush.

Slow down.

He plays a few more rounds with Makki and waits.

He goes upstairs and helps with the cooking and waits.

He grabs another beer and talks to your parents and waits.

But his patience has limits. Eventually, he can’t quell the antsiness crawling up his body and sneaks off while Makki is waylaid by one of your uncles.

When he doesn’t see you inside, he slips out to the backyard. It’s cool outside now that the sun is just a sliver on the horizon, and quiet since everyone has retreated indoors. He walks around to the side of the house.

A lighter clicks in his periphery, and for a blink, it illuminates you, hidden in a corner between the plum tree and the stone fence.

Your head snaps up at the crunch of gravel under his shoes.

“Oh, it’s just you.”

He ducks under the branches, stopping a few feet away.

“Yup, just me.”

You bring a skinny joint up to your lips and take a deep drag, turning to blow the smoke away from him.

“Needed some air?” He keeps his tone light.

“Something like that.”

He’s slept around, he’s dated, might have even fallen in love once, but there’s something unshakeable about a first crush. Maybe it’s just you that’s unshakeable. He’d dismissed it as a teenage obsession, but the ember he believed had turned to ash has roared to life.

The uncertainty is clear in your posture, yet your gaze flits over him when you think he’s not looking — eyes, lips, shoulders, chest, eyes again — or maybe you just think the haze of dusk gives you some cover.

You hold the joint out with one hand. “Want some?”

He steps into the narrow gap between you and the fence and, bending down, lifts your (surprisingly pliant) hand to his mouth. He tries not to tower over you, but in this confined space it’s hard not to.

He purses his lips gingerly around the tips of your fingers and inhales.

Breathing out slowly, his eyes stay locked on yours.

Your face remains neutral, but he feels the quickening of your pulse under his fingers when he lets go.

You step back to lean against the trunk. Before you can take another puff, he plucks the joint from you.

“Hey, give it back!”

He holds it up out of your reach. “Didn’t think you of all people would smoke.”

You roll your eyes. “I could say the same for you.”

“I guess some things change. And some things don’t.”

“Suppose so,” you admit.

You stare at the joint slowly burning down in his hand.

“Makki knows, you know,” he assures, gauging your reaction.

You frown in confusion. “That I smoke?”

He laughs. “No. He knows that I’m interested.”

Your frown deepens, and he adds, “I didn’t ask for his blessing or anything, but he’s never had a problem, so I’m pretty sure he’s ok with it.”

At that, you meet his eyes — yeah, he might finally have a chance.

He takes a deep drag, and before you can react, he presses his lips to yours, blowing the smoke softly into your mouth. He follows it with his tongue, delicate and testing. You open for him, soft like velvet and just a bit bitter from the beer.

When you don’t reciprocate, he reluctantly pulls away.

You evaluate him thoughtfully before snatching the nub from him. Taking one last puff, you snuff it against the fence, pull him down by the front of his shirt, and smash your lips against his. He eagerly welcomes your tongue, groaning when your sharp incisors pinch his bottom lip.

Your hands run up the back of his neck, roam over his broad shoulders, slide down his toned arms. You lift his hands and settle them on your hips, and before he realizes, he’s picking you up off the ground, wrapping your legs around him, and pinning you against the fence.

You pant as he nestles his face in the curve of your neck, licking and nipping restlessly, careful not to leave any marks for Makki or the rest of your family to find.

His fingers glide up your stomach, sneak under your top, to trace the curve of your breast.

“Do you know how hard you made me earlier when I saw you weren’t wearing a bra?” He growls into your shoulder.

You shiver at his admission, nipples hardening in his palms.

“And then Makki came back and I had to sit there and pretend like I wasn’t just fantasizing about fucking you into the couch?”

He grinds his hips, making you squirm, chuckling when he pulls back and you chase after the friction. “Mmm— yeah? You want me to?”

“Yeah, I want you to,” you gasp, “want you to fuck me, Issei.”

As soon as he sets you down, you start tugging at your shorts and underwear, but before you can even get them to your knees, he’s twisted you around and bent you over against the stone.

He curses as he slips one finger into your soaking cunt, followed quickly by a second. You writhe against his hand, biting back moans as he works them against your slick walls.

“Fuck you’re so wet already. Want this cock that bad, huh?”

“Fuck off Issei,” you whine, “you’re the one who popped a boner w— fuuuck…”

He plunges a third finger inside.

“What was that?”

“Just fucking…shut up and fuck me.”

He tsks, “Was gonna prep you more, but…” But honestly, he’s this close to cumming in his pants. He frees his cock and lines himself up, swooning when it prods against your entrance.

He sinks in. Not in one thrust, because he doesn’t want to hurt you, and because he wants to savor this. But not slowly either, because his patience is worn down to nothing.

“Oh sh— Issei…you’re huge,” you grit out, all the while shoving your ass back to take him in faster.

As soon as you’ve sucked all of him in and his hips rest flush against your pussy, the last thread of his self-control snaps and he’s mindlessly rutting into you. He can’t bear to pull out more than a inch or two before slamming back in, hips snapping with loud claps that almost muffle the sloppy squelch of your cunt.

He pulls you up, needing to feel as much of you against him as possible. One arm circles your waist and the other hand wraps around to clutch at your chest.

Your lewd moans and the way your pussy clenches around his cock makes him lightheaded. He’s lost in your slick walls, soft heat, unable to slow down.

It’s too late to wonder if his fingers are digging into you a little too hard because he’s already about to—

He shoves a hand between your legs to fumble at your clit, it’s clumsy, but you’re just so— he’s praying you cum before he loses it.

The last thing he sees is you clapping a hand over your mouth.

He feels you start to spasm right as he pulls out, blindly reaching down to pump himself once, twice before his vision goes dark.

His chest is still heaving when he regains his senses. You’re panting beside him, clinging to the cold stone, gobs of cum splattering your back and the curve of your ass.

He reaches over to brush away the hair stuck to your forehead.

“I’ll go get some tissues,” he murmurs, tucking himself back into his shorts.

He jogs toward the house, straightening his clothes before slipping inside. Luckily, everyone seems to have migrated into the living room because he doesn’t pass a soul as he grabs some toilet paper from the nearest bathroom before returning.

He’s tender when he tidies you up, gently wiping off your back, swallowing your whimpers with a kiss as he cleans up your oversensitive cunt.

Dimly, something primal wells up in him. Is that weird? To feel elated to be wiping his cum off you?

To feel like, after all this time, he’s finally caught up.

[businesstiramisu]

@canyourfavesurvivecastledracula -- I'm trying out the "argue at you" approach. tagging you b/c you don't have submissions open and I think this long enough to be an annoying ask. I don't think you know or care about this character, but *I* do, so here's my argument :P

Can Alphonse Elric survive Castle Dracula?

[the answer depends a LOT on which part of which canon we're using, but we're going to go vaguely with "middle part". That is to say, armor]

Al has one HUGE advantage against Dracula, which is that he has no corporeal human body (for now). He's not completely free of blood though -- if Dracula learns about the blood seal tethering his soul to this mortal plane, I fully believe he's learned enough Dark Magicks at Scholomance to fuck it up. So the question is, would he find out? Al is usually pretty good at hiding it… unless he just decides to tell people. So it depends on how their dynamic plays out.

Al would accept the crucifix from the townsfolk, and listen to their other advice. Even if he doesn't believe them, he's a polite boy, and you never know what information might be useful! Maybe their folktales have clues about the Philosopher's Stone, you never know. (Also in one version of canon he can understand German, so let's say language barriers aren't an issue.)

Dracula is bemused when an alchemist in full plate armor turns up asking to see his library instead of the solicitor he requested. Alchemists? He hasn't run into any of those in a while. But hey, the lawyer's not here yet, he's got time to fuck with this guy and have an extra snack.

The shaving incident wouldn't happen obviously, but Dracula might realize something is amiss because Al doesn't sleep. Or will he? Does Dracula pay enough attention to know when normal humans should be sleeping and Al isn't? If so, he will probably investigate, push boundaries, or stage a confrontation until he finds out Al's deal, and then he will be PISSED. No lawyer, and now no snack! This is bullshit! From here on out, it's WAR. If not, then...

If Al realizes this is a kidnapping and not a library loan, he will play along. He might not even mind. He's been kidnapped before, and it always worked out fine. Dracula might be more creepy and threatening than his other kidnappers, but Al's dealt with a wide variety of creepy and threatening in his quest, I just don't think he'd be fazed. And he is, as already mentioned, a polite person who would want to be a respectful guest! Hmm kinda creepy that he just implied I'll never leave this place alive... oh well! Nice table setting, sir, compliments to your staff.

Being a respectful guest might not extend to staying in his room as instructed; he's a curious guy and only a stickler for the rules compared to his brother. The girlies aren't a problem for him, because he's still wearing the crucifix, but they might clue him in that Something Is Wrong and lead to Al himself forcing a confrontation with Dracula.

But even if everything goes smoothly, Al would eventually get bored with Dracula's library (if there was anything useful about the Philosopher's Stone in there, Dracula wouldn't be a vampire). At some point, Al would decide this kidnapping is over, and he would provoke the confrontation in trying to leave.

I haven't written any reason for Al to tell Dracula about his fatal weakness, so I'm gonna say Dracula can't actually do much to Al; but unfortunately I don't think Al can harm Dracula either. I don't actually remember what allowed Jonathan to hit him with a shovel but I think it involved special circumstances that do not apply to Al. However, Dracula also can't prevent Al from leaving -- neither thousand foot cliffs nor wolves are much of an obstacle to him. (Well actually, if you physically overpower him and take the armor apart, he can't walk away -- but people almost never think of that, and Dracula probably won't either.)

Which is all to say that Alphonse can survive Castle Dracula, but he probably won't have as much useful intel as Jonathan did. Mind you, he took notes! He just didn't get personal experience with as many of Dracula's powers.

And of course, his goal after this is to track down his brother -- if anyone can figure out how to kill a vampire it's Ed. Where the fuck did he get to, anyways? He'd better not be stranded in Weimar Germany. Al can absolutely walk to Munich from here, but waiting around 25-30 years for Ed to turn up would be a drag.

[wooglebear]

Everything's Better with Triplets AU

Aka, a full rundown of my ideal Black and White anime, now as its own post on the Main Tag(tm).

-The first five episodes go the same as canon, but episode 6 has a twist.

-When Cilan decides to go on the journey, his brothers Chili and Cress decide to go, because they don't want to see their brother get up to shenanigans

-This annoys the Rocket Trio ("oh god, now there are FIVE twerps!")

-Cress and Chili's presence makes a bigger difference than one might think. There is a reason this AU is called Everything's Better With Triplets, after all

-For example, their presence effectively means that the events of any episode with Striation Gym as the focus don't happen.

-Cress and Chili get their aprons back, because they deserve it!

-My goal is to give Cress and his brother actual arcs and roles while keeping their core characters the same

-My version of Cress is basically my own headcanons (he can read auras) mashed up with elements of Cress in the anime, Cress in the Adventures manga, and the version of Cress we saw from Pokémon Black and White

-Cress can read auras perfectly, to the point that he can understand what his Pokemon are saying; this, in turn, has allowed him to come up with some pretty good battle strategies

-this will be relevant later when Team Plasma arrives

-Cress gets possessed by the Yamask in that one episode because… why not?

-Let's just say Cress took the aspects of Cilan's anime arc related to Burgundy, while Chili has a crush on Georgia

-In addition to his canonical Panpour, Cress gets a Floatzel, a Combee, a Lillipup, and a Manaphy (though this particular catch wouldn't be on purpose). However, said Floatzel ends up being killed via stuff in Elesa's gym. Thankfully, Cress replaces the Floatzel with a baltoy.

-Speaking of Cress's Floatzel, it… talks. It sounds like Sean Astin. He nicknames it Cash.

-Chili also gets his canonical Heatmor, but also gets a Cubchoo and a Litwick to mess with Cress due to his brother developing a phobia of the Litwick line during "Scare At the Litwick Mansion!". In Alola, he even catches a depressed-sounding Wimpod (which can talk) and an Alolan Sandshrew.

-Also, Cress grows a bit of trust issues. Because it wouldn’t be an AU of mine if someone didn’t have at least some angst, not even the water type gym leader is safe from me

-He also has a number one fan. None other than Faba from Sun and Moon. Yup, didn't see that coming?

-i imagine him as someone who's come from Alola to do research on someone (Cress).

-This Faba is basically an unholy mashup of both versions of him. Much like in the anime and USUM, he is a nasty piece of work without alien toxins. Don't worry, he isn't going to be a one-to-one carbon copy of his anime and USUM incarnations. Because I and many others don't like how Faba was depicted in the first few episodes of the anime, completely destroying any arc that he might have had in the post game of Sun and Moon, let's just say he gets his want for respect back.

-Also, his appearance would be similar to that one picture in the Sun and Moon anime of young Aether

-Faba is the reason why Cress tells Chili to tear off his sleeves.

-Cress and Faba then have a subplot where Cress tries to tell Cilan and Chili about his "fan" but gets interrupted by smth more and more ridiculous every time, until the episode where Faba steals Cress's body.

-Cilan adds a talking maractus and a Solosis to his team, because... why not? And then in Alola, he catches an Alolan Raichu.

-Not much changes with Iris and Ash.

-Team Plasma are closer to their Black 2 and White 2 characterization, but Ghetsis still wants to rule Unova with an iron fist.

--Ghetsis does get arrested at the end

-Also, there's a FOURTH triplet in this AU, called Crispin. Yup, that Crispin.

-He's their younger brother

-He used to cook for their restaurant. Used

-He ran away after he saw the Shadow Triad and had a freak out

-Team Plasma took him in

-He was raised as a member of Team Plasma

-His Team Plasma name is Major Blanc.

-He shoots his brothers with paintballs like a maniac

-He thinks Cilan, Cress, and Chili are secretly the Shadow Triad!

-He even has a bandolier

-Ghetsis's former right-hand man.

-As Major Blanc, he wears a gas mask. For clothing, he's wearing what looks like a standard uniform of a Canadian army commander, complete with the hat and dark uniform, emblazoned with the emblem of Team Plasma on the left. Over his hands he wears white gloves, and whatever his feet look like are obscured by boots as well.

-As Crispin, he probably looks mostly the same as he does in canon SV! Well since this AU more than supports the headcanon of Crispin being related to Cilan/Chili/Cress, he wears their waiter uniform, but with a peach bow tie. He tears off one of his uniform's sleeves so that he can look different

-As Major Blanc, Crispin has Cubone, a Banette nicknamed Chrysocollas, Dusclops, Chandelure and Zorua. When he eventually shows his true colors, he ditches his Pokemon in favor of a conkledurr, a heracross and keeps the Banette as a symbol that he is restraining himself but is free to act like a villain because everyone knows the truth about him. In Alola, Cress even convinces him to catch a passimian, shiny scizor, and alolan exeggutor.

-The brothers didn't get along at first, given that Crispin was a former member of Team Plasma. And because of this they would often bicker with each other. However, after a while, the brothers warmed up to each other

-I’d imagine he'd be voiced by Tom Wilson

-In Alola, Crispin gets recruited by the Aether Foundation! Too bad a certain someone has a rule that interns must be heard and not seen instead of the other way around. so Crisp just kinda slinks around Aether in the shadows a while until Cress eventually stumbles upon him one way or another

-His outfit as an intern is basically the standard Aether uniform, but with his bow tie.

-He wouldn't look like this for the entire Sun and Moon anime, though. He changes back into his waiter uniform in episode 64 of SM (yes, that episode about Ash and the Passimians is going to be skipped and replaced with one about Cress)

-Crispin is basically the sixth Ranger of the gang!

-and it wouldn't just be Unova these four brothers would be travelling with Ash in. They're going to be in the Sun and Moon anime. The triplets are gonna get a makeover in those seasons

-In Alola, Cress gets an Alolan Grimer (which evolves into an alolan muk later on). Contrasting with Cilan's Alolan Raichu and Chili's Alolan Sandshrew (later Alolan Sandslash).

-During the magical girl episode, inside of Lillie and Mallow and Lana, the triplets get chosen!

-Cress has a bit of a running gag where he face plants in the dirt

-During the haunted house episode, Chili ends up with Mallow's group, Cilan ends up watching the puppet show with Ash, and Cress gets stuck by the wayside with Lana

-Becomes friends with Lana. They bond over their shared love for water types and Cress is surprisingly adept at giving Lana advice.

-Plumiera debuts earlier this time. She debuts after the Mother Beast arc of the anime, during the Ultra Beasts Arc.

-Plumiera is even worse here than in the anime and games combined. She's basically canon Plumiera, if her bad qualities were amped up and the positives were removed.

-when Plumiera shows up, Chili and Crispin compete to ally with her (Crispin even develops a crush on her), and Cilan develops a rivalry with her.

-And hoooooo boy, would Cress cause all kinds of an uproar towards her.

-Plumiera's first battle with Cress basically destroyed any semblance of standing she has with Cress and Cilan. The latter, especially, has a long standing grudge against poison type Pokemon (his grass types are weak to them) and won’t hesitate to call Plumiera out on it when she’s around.

-Team Rocket and Plumiera end up forming an alliance later on. She isn’t a permanent fixture of the group. Too bad Plumiera is also trying to steal Pikachu, developing even more of a fixation on the mouse Pokemon than Jessie, James and Meowth.

-Plumiera is hellbent on seriously injuring or killing Cress.

-Many of her later battles with Cress incorporated her attempting to kill him right in front of his brothers and acting like there’s nothing personal about it much to Cilan and Chili's horror.

-Crispin still has his crush on Plumiera, even after she tried to kill Cress in their first battle and that knowledge was made known to Cilan, essentially driving her off from Cilan and Cress

-In one of their later battles, Cress gives one heck of a zinger to Plumiera.

Cress: You pigtailed demon! You're not a person! You're horrible! You're an irredeemable monster!

-Plumiera does get her comeuppance when Chili performs Inferno Overdrive, burning half of her pigtails off. Cress points out that her mile long pigtails wouldve gotten her ass yoinked from behind and killed long ago.

-Cress is part of the Ultra Guardians in this AU. His uniform's highlights are silver.

-His ride Pokémon is a Mega Gyarados.

-I feel like the idea of ​​Cilan knowing that Cress is part of the Ultra Guardians but Chili not knowing would be fun.

-Sadly, this means that Plumiera would find out about this and blackmail Cilan into an alliance.

-Cilan does not become a full fledged Team Skull member, but he's just under her thumb. Anyway, this is a horribly one-sided alliance.

-Cilan wants to leave the alliance but is unable to due to the fear of her wrath.

-Plumiera, knowing that Cress is part of the Ultra Guardians, intervenes if they start losing. She wants to take him to the "house", if she fails to injure or kill him.

-Chili finds out (later in the anime), and so does Crispin. And while Jessie, James and Meowth do find out the Ultra Guardians are a thing, they have NO CLUE that Cress is apart of them for a good while and (thanks to Faba) they eventially start realizing that Cress is a member of the Ultra Power Rangers, which throws them for a loop for a good while of the story.

-It's gotten to the point where Cress wishes where the UB battles were actually serious and there was no Team Rocket mucking it up.

-In the Necrozma Arc, Cilan, Crispin and Chili tag along with Faba and Kukui

-Cilan names three of his Pokemon after flowers. Chili names every Pokemon save for his Pansear after different gemstones (Ruby, Pearl, Jade…)

-Cress isn't the type to nickname his Pokemon, but nicknames his Floatzel Cash Networth and his Alolan Grimer Seashell.

-Crispin as Major Blanc does not believe in nicknaming supremancy, save for his Banette. Reformed Crispin nicknames most of his pokemon after playing card suits.

Cilan, Chili and Cress's teams (* designates Evolution):

Cilan: Pansage, Crustle, Stunfisk, Sakura the Maractus, Rose the Solosis*, Minty the Alolan Raichu

Cress: Panpour, Cash Networth the Floatzel, Lillipup*, Combee*, Manaphy, Alolan Grimer*, Baltoy*

Chili: Pansear*, Ruby the Heatmor, Sapphire the Cubchoo*, Pearl the Litwick*, Jade the Alolan Sandshrew*, Amethyst the Wimpod*

-Cress uses French, or words that at least sound French, sometimes. Revealing that off camera during all three seasons of the Pokemon XY anime, he briefly studied in the Kalos region, given that it is inspired by France (cut to Cress on the floor of the Santalune Gym frantically trying to finish his biology homework while Lysandre tries to obliterate Kalos)

-Hobbs, Lillie's butler, takes Crispin as a protégée after seeing his skills in baking. This was because the opportunity is so good. i mean, Crispin is a former member of Team Plasma and he is in need of a decent/solid adult figure in his life!

-Cress starts having nightmares about Ghetsis, Colress, Faba and Plumiera. He then starts having nightmares about a horrible alternate timeline where Ghetsis is ruling Unova with an iron fist.

-In at least one of these nightmares, Unova was destroyed.

-Cilan does try to help Cress get over these nightmares, but it goes sideways in some way

Feel free to ask about this AU!

[sergeantnarwhalwrites]

Tharion Fucking With Arc

Arc actually trying to learn more about Tharion in the last one. Tharion bored and fucking with Arc this time. Yes more SDDF stuff wrote straight into tumblr.

Tag list: @outpost51 @nanashi23 @winterandwords @jezifster @kk7-rbs @aether-wasteland-s @dumbthunder @manathen @the-void-writes @livums @vacantgodling (Let me know if you want to be added or removed from the taglist!) 

"Aren't Cosma and Greeter companions?" Arc asked with crossed arms.

Tharion's eyes darted to Arc in one fluid motion. There was a lot of ambiguity in the word in their culture. Pretty vague until the people of interest went to describe it. And their tone gave no indication of their meaning. Which did speak towards the fighter a bit. But it was hard to tell when they didn't offer much beyond the usual in conversations about themself.

Tharion attempted to adjust to the random prompting by Arc. He'd pieced together by now that Arc was looking for amusement.

"They do love each other beyond just crew standards. I don't know if they know that though."

Arc giggled fiendish. Like a mischievous child and this time hadn't swung an arm back into Tharion. He reflexively put more distance between them. Considering Arc's arm had smacked the color from his vision last time.

"That's almost charming," Arc said between his fit of giggles.

Tharion agreed but hadn't been able to restrain the look on his face, not that Arc cared, "So you knew?"

"Do you think I'm an idiot just because I'm loveless? Cosma's motives are iffy to me but we signed up for this," Arc responded, placing a hand on his whip, "And I'm looking No Name in the eyes."

Tharion felt a smile crawl across his face, "I don't think many fighters would have the same thought."

Tharion watched them and waited. Tapping his claws on his thigh. He had interacted with many fighters. Both as a fighter and as a bridge. And Tharion had determined they all had their minor differences but it was too easy to pack most into their respective boxes. The common loyalty to their religion bonding them. And every being—even fighters—were weak to sex or attention. He briefly wondered if it was either or both for Arc.

Tharion personally figured prodding at them would be an amusing way to use his time while they waited for Cosma.

"Our god's got the largest following. Bound to happen right?" Arc responded easy.

Tharion hummed contemplative. Arc rolled their eyes as soon as they heard it. A couple smaller beasts Cosma had in containment filled the room with noise. Tharion let their loud chatter mingle with his thoughts.

"You disagree," The fighter said expectantly.

"No."

Arc stared at Tharion, their eyes widening briefly.

"Really?"

"I don't fully disagree."

Arc rolled their eyes again, gaze drifting towards the entrance and back to Tharion.

"I don't think Cosma's motives are iffy. Just her plan and how she's going about it." Tharion heard them sucking their teeth before they added, "Many of your fellow fighters fell in front of me for their religious fervor. You bowed in front of me too."

Arc's brows scrunched, "Devotion and loyalty doesn't have to tie with that."

"See and that's what makes you so interesting. You fight for a planet our god abandoned, you fight under a god that you can't love. I bet you even fuck under obligation."

Arc was fast to bite back, annoyed now to be caught under fire. They roughly ran their palms over their head, needing to busy their hands.

"And what would you have expected me to pay you with to get in touch with No Name?"

Tharion's finger followed along the shell of Arc's ear. He could practically spell out the insinuation in Arc's tone. Deciding not to point out how the fighter hadn't flinched away.

"And I thought you said you weren't an idiot," Tharion taunted, amused by the growl of frustration that flowed between the two, "Had you never spoke to a bridge before me?"

Tharion's claws dug into Arc's skin, knowing the fighter was tensing up in his grip. His claws sinking in further when Arc's hands moved to his chest.

Cosma's heavy footfalls caught both of their attentions. Arc pushing Tharion hard enough to make some space again. They cracked their neck and grumbled.

Tharion hummed just to piss Arc off, "Just like a fighter to try to treat a bridge poorly."

Cosma called out to them before Arc's foot could knock Tharion's feet out beneath him.

[amethystina]

I want to ask sooooo many qurstions honestly but I'll settle on these 3:

🎢 Which of your fics would you call your wildest ride?

🌞 Do you have a preferred time of day to write?

🤩 Who is your favorite character to write?

Alrighty! :D

🎢 Which of your fics would you call your wildest ride?

Until Death Do Us Unite, hands down. No contest, whatsoever.

I mean, first of all, the source material is questionable all on its own, what with Moon Jo being a cannibalistic serial killer. And then I take it a step further by turning him into an undead zombie. And then Jong Woo proceeds to not only fall in love with said zombie, but also have sex with him.

I had to tag the fic with necrophilia x'D

And have a very serious discussion with my wife regarding zombie sperm.

On top of that, there are several murders, a lot of violence, Jong Woo's questionable mental health, and the kinkiest sex I've written so far in my entire fanfic career (which honestly isn't saying much since I don't write sex scenes often — and especially not of the kinky kind).

So yeah. Definitely Until Death Do Us Unite. Because it also somehow ends with a disgustingly sweet happily ever after? Like, it starts as a straight-up horror and turns into a dark rom-com before the end. I'd call that a pretty wild ride xD

🌞 Do you have a preferred time of day to write?

Not really, but I know that I write more often in the evenings. But that's usually because I have work and chores that I have to do during the day. And I admit that there's something very cosy about sitting down with a cup of tea in the evenings to write. The vibes aren't quite the same during the day xD

But what I like about writing during the day is that I can get a flow going and know I don't have to stop for hours if I don't want to. I also tend to be more alert during the day since the fevers usually don't hit until after 2 PM — maybe even later than that if I'm lucky — so I can be a lot more efficient and get more done if I write during the day.

I also really like the feeling of writing first thing in the morning since that usually only happens when I'm so excited to write that I boot up my computer as soon as humanly possible. More often than not, it's because I was writing the night before and the hours of sleep have both recharged my brain and given it time to process what I want to write next.

So I guess the real answer is that I would have a hard time picking a favourite since all of the scenarios are ones I experience and enjoy for different reasons. There isn't one I prefer more than the other since I just love all instances when I can write and enjoy myself.

🤩 Who is your favorite character to write?

This answer definitely depends on my mood and when in my writing career I am asked this question. Because, right now, the answer is probably Kang Yo Han from The Devil Judge, though it would have been Thranduil from The Hobbit movies a couple of years ago.

I want to point out that this doesn't mean they're necessarily my favourite characters in their respective fandoms — just that they're my favourite characters to write. And there's a subtle but important difference. I love writing arrogant assholes because their quirks and behaviours are fun to explore, but I also tend to think they're annoying and shitty people xD

But I love to portray complex characters and the challenge of trying to do them justice keeps things interesting, which also makes them more fun to write. Especially when they have certain traits that stand in stark contrast to their assholishness. Like, Yo Han may be a literal mass murderer and a master of schemes and manipulation, but he's also a dork who loves people so fiercely and loyally that it kind of makes him stupid.

Get you a man who can do both, and all that.

So yeah. Kang Yo Han, I guess? xD

Thank you so much for the ask! 💜

Fanfic Writer Emoji Ask

[i-can-even-burn-salad]

Rainbow Tag

I was ghost-tagged in @little-peril-stories tag, which you can find here. I feel inclined to do this one, because... when I started with Lies, I attempted to write 6 chapters, each with a title for one of the colors of the rainbow.

Unfortunately, overwriting struck again, and I ended up with 8 chapters instead, so I added teal and pink, which is why I am now using them for this tag. All of those are from their respective chapters as well!

Red

One last quick look at the street outside, and Laurent turned around. Out of the doorway stepped a woman clad in a short black dress. The skirt barely reached her knees, the sleeves wrapped around her upper arms in thin straps, and a soft dark red corset accentuated what didn’t need accentuating. Her long black hair was braided in four braids and pulled into a knot, leaving her neck and collar bones on display. Laurent swallowed.  “Erm. Hello! I’m looking for candy.”

Orange

“I marked the sections. I know everything I put here is red, and there orange. Of course, once I start moving them around and putting them together, I need to pay attention to what I am doing.” “Isn’t it impractical then to invite someone to look over your shoulder and distract you?” Aurelia took care not to turn into his direction. “I’m not that easily distracted,” she said.

Yellow

Her fingers slid over rolls of ribbons, looking for the marks that told her which color they were. She cut pieces of orange and yellow off and tied them around the bottle in a pretty bow. “That’s for you,” she said, holding it in his direction. Laurent’s footsteps approached, his fingertips brushing hers as he reached for the bottle. He took his time taking it, and she took her time letting go.

Green

“That first day you came in here,” she started while placing green apple candies into a small bag made of thin paper. “You said you were quite preoccupied. Have your worries eased a little?” “They’re… yeah. I think it’ll work out all right. I talked to a friend much wiser than me, and he told me not to worry so much.”  “I need to get myself one of those,” Aurelia muttered. 

Teal

“And what is that?” he asked. Aurelia counted to three in her mind. “You’ll need to be more specific, sir.” “Glass bottles filled with some green slug. Looks nasty.” Nasty. How rude. “That’s tealberry syrup,” she explained. “Tealberry, huh?” He snorted. “Shouldn’t that be purple?” That was not what teal… Aurelia took a measured breath. “I wouldn’t know. Sir.”

Blue

Exhausted as she was, Aurelia fell asleep quickly and didn’t wake up until the sun had already risen. Feeling refreshed and much less annoyed, she hummed as she changed her bedsheets and got dressed. Wearing her favorite black dress, she went into the kitchen to boil some water and was greeted by the smell of blueberry muffins.  Shit.

Purple

Finally, Cedric grinned again. “You can have the ladies all to yourself. Speaking of.” He reached under the counter and pulled a bundle wrapped in purple cloth out. On the counter, he unwrapped it, revealing two cylinders made of solid bronze. “You said the machine had the name Mills engraved, right?”

Pink

A new song began, slower than the last one. Laurent’s hands moved to her back again, and hers onto his shoulders. All the other people had long faded into the background. There was only the music and him, her heart floating on a cloud of pink cotton candy. “You know.” His forehead touched hers. “There’s one thing I still haven’t tasted.”

[asgardian--angels]

I love your blog title. I love that when DJenks made his announcement this month, I went into the tags all morose and accepting defeat, and I saw you there still ready to fight, not giving up, ready for a marathon. Truly, that means SO much to me. A little bit of hope is a powerful thing to have, and we need people who are determined to keep that flame burning bright. So happy to have you in this fandom. You really do make a difference. 💕

Aw, thank you! I really appreciate it. And yeah, I'd almost forgotten about my blog title, which I've had for over a decade, and how hope really does embody me and everything I do.

The streaming landscape is in upheaval, things are changing by the week - even since our turbo-cancellation was announced, two other shows (cancelled for much longer) were saved. Like others have been saying, we were all mentally prepared for a marathon and realistically I don't think anyone can just call everything off after just two months when so many shows have to fight for years before getting a movie deal. I respect David - he told us that news so that we'd know that there's nothing more we can accomplish right now by shouting at streamers, and that we did make a difference. There WERE interested parties, we proved we were lucrative. But that does not mean the fight is over, it just means we need to change tactics and pivot to keeping the fandom active and vocal in the long-term, and bide our time until shifts in the industry open new doors for revisiting OFMD (like David Zaslav leaving, or Max going under, or another merger). That might be six months, or it might be six years. What I am certain of is that there's so much love and passion for this show from the cast and crew that everyone would be down to get the gang back together for a season 3 years down the road.

Basically, I have no doubts the fandom will persist - this fandom is composed of very enthusiastic and artistically talented people who have an unending well of inspiration to draw from. What I do think needs to be done though, that I'm seeing wane a bit on Twitter, is to ensure we direct that noise; most people have stopped using OFMD hashtags, which means our posts won't get noticed. Something that has been great is just how vehemently the fandom has gone after Max on pretty much every single promotional post they've made in the past few weeks - check any of them out, and you'll see 95-100% of the comments are OFMD fans using #DontStreamonMax and #FireDavidZaslav , plus the great new tagline 'Sell The Show, Let Us Go'. That is something that I feel is critical we keep up, as I think one of the most powerful means of influence we have right now is to hold this industry responsible for the cancellation of queer content and just quality content overall. That's one direction we can really put our might towards - toppling the WBD empire faster. Other things we can shout for are a physical release, 'The Jenkins Cut' of s2ep8, deleted scenes/bloopers, merchandise, etc. Max is being absolutely idiotic right now in a way that shoots themselves in the foot, because they're holding onto this IP that could have been their lifeline for keeping subscribers and stock prices up, and not only did they cancel it but they're not even maximizing on the rights they refuse to sell by promoting it or making merch of it, anything that could continue to bring in revenue for what they KNOW without a doubt is one of the best performing shows they've ever had on their platform. Them trying to forget OFMD exists is the nail in their own coffin, because it's the only reason a whole lot of people ever did business with Max in the first place.

So, the long and short of it is, I'll never stop having hope for the return of our show! David said we got the attention of this industry, and we've proven our worth. It's just a really unstable landscape right now, so we need to be patient. It's annoying to see these streamers invest in less successful and more expensive shows, but I think they're all panicking to stay afloat even though they're not making decisions that could help them there. The dust needs to settle. If we can show that there's still a loud and passionate fanbase in a year, in three years, then they will revisit us. We need to keep calling out WBD and Max, we need to keep using hashtags to be heard, and just try to settle into a rhythm that we can maintain long-term. We still have a bunch of BTS to see from Samba, and we will have WJW with David at some point. I think it's important that we DON'T request any season 3 info from him, because that's what jeopardizes the possibility of that storyline then ever getting made. I'm seeing some people on Twitter start to burn out or fall into a state of sad acceptance and if you need to do that for your health, that's fine. But I don't want that mindset to spread throughout the fandom. Our outlook, our words, do have the power to become reality - if we sit back and wave the white flag, then that seriously hurts our chances of ever getting the show back. But if we can carry on like it's just a season hiatus, continuing to demand the question 'ok so WHEN *taps watch*' then our insistence can help make season 3 a reality.

[rose-of-oz]

👋 + Hayashi Lark for the ask game!

Thanks so much for asking about my girl, Hadley!! (And I’ll also tag the other One Piece babes @auxiliarydetective and @oneirataxia-girl. <3 <3)

Luffy — Luffy absolutely adores Lark, the same way he adores all the other Straw Hats. He thinks she’s super strong for being able to run away from the World Government when being their songbird was all she’d ever known, and on top of that he thinks she’s just a really funny and cool person with an amazing singing voice. (They definitely eventually develop something of a brother-sister bond over time, too, because they just love each other and would do anything for each other.)

Nami — Nami is a bit unsure about Lark when Luffy first offers to help her run away and join the Straw Hats, mainly because of her reputation as the World Government’s perfect little propaganda machine. She thinks that Lark might genuinely believe all the things she sings about, and for a little bit she’s not exactly sure that Lark joining the crew isn’t some kind of ploy for the World Government to infiltrate pirate society. But eventually she realizes just how used Lark has been her entire life and how much she honestly wanted to get away (something she herself can relate to, even if that isn’t revealed until later), and though they never exactly become best friends, Lark does become someone Nami respects and whose back she will always have in a fight.

Usopp — Usopp thinks Lark is super cool from the first moment he meets her. As a storyteller himself, he really admires her songwriting skills once she feels brave enough to show the other Straw Hats her notebooks, and might even try to convince her to make a song out of one of his crazy Captain Usopp stories. He also teaches her how to use a slingshot when she asks, which is a fun bonding experience for them, and overall the two of them become really cool, funny storytelling besties.

Zoro — Zoro does not really respect Lark at all at first, mainly because she has zero fighting skills and he doesn’t understand why Luffy would allow her to join the crew when she’d be useless in a fight. Eventually, though, he starts to realize how strong and determined she truly is, two qualities he can’t help but respect, and he becomes so fond of her witty jokes and the little songs she makes up when she’s just doing things around the ship, even though he’d never admit it. He makes a promise to himself to do his best to protect her, and he keeps it even after Sanji teaches her to fight (and even though he always gets so annoyed when she refuses to get rid of her pretty dresses and get some clothes more practical for fighting, and then she still manages to fight really well in those dresses).

Sanji — Now, when I tell you that Sanji thinks of Lark as the best person in the world, I am very much not kidding. He’s been head over heels for her since that first moment he sees her sing at Baratie, and he doesn’t really see that changing anytime soon, even after they get together. He would do anything for Lark, would give everything to keep her safe and happy, especially after everything she’s already been through, and he spends a lot of his time being grateful that she feels the same way about him. (She’s even the only Straw Hat he trusts to even stand beside him in the kitchen and hand him ingredients, which is the ultimate sign of just how much he loves her.)

send me 👋 + an oc and i’ll tell you what the canon characters in their fandom think about them!!

[real-hot-grl-shi]

it is rude because you are purposefully voicing it out underneath several bnha x reader tags — i do not understand how you don't see that. your post was not a fic and placing it under "deku x you" and every other branch just makes it seem as if you are trying to give authors a "wake up call" and looking for attention. an opinion should not be under ALL those tags — art is fine because artists have x reader content, but opinions have little to nothing to do with that. and considering all you were doing was complaining, yeah. it's annoying, and as much as you little brain can't comprehend it, rude as hell.

also, izuku isn't a minor. if you read the manga you'd know this. saying that and then saying you love your mha smut is insane if you think he, and several others, are still a minor.

if anyone YOU are the minor, so why the hell are you reading smut? lmao please know your boundaries

++ for your friend,

"she was mindful and she was respectful."

in which part? where she clogged up several tags for an opinion that could have been attributed to only one tag? i don't know if you've been on tumblr for long, or maybe you have but just haven't generated enough content to realize how frustrating it is, but seeing things like that on a tag where you only want to see fanfiction is incredibly annoying. authors don't want to see that especially from readers who barely leave feedback.

but you know what, if clogging tags is the only way you can get interactions — from all the posts i've seen where you've done that — then i get it. doesn't seem to me like you have enough talent to get it otherwise. until then, looking forward to your izuku fic!

also im on anon bc i can be ! and yes, im not being mindful with this ask and no, idgaf! you guys arent very demure either, why should i be? 😕

have the day you deserve !!

Imagine being an adult and being this pressed over a minors opinion? Crazy work 😣

And do not come for my friend. Now you’re just being petty.

Also don’t call me slow either. You know nothing about me besides that one little rant that spoiler alert, people agree with. Like have some restraint.

Also I can read whatever I want. Nobody’s stopping me from doing so. This is a free app with free content.

Also the scroll bar is free ml! You didn’t have to stop and read that! :)

And I know he isn’t a minor. Doesn’t mean that you can instantly sexualize him to the ends of the earth immediately. He’s more than just a sex doll 😶‍🌫️

And how is that rude?? You know what is rude? You showing up in my asks basically chastising me for having a opinion and putting it online for people to see (and obviously agree with) notice how nobody’s on your side or even paying attention to you.

And being on annon and talking all this mess is pretty crazy because you don’t even have the balls to say it with it off.

And you’re supposed to be the mature one here?

God forbid having and expressing an opinion anymore

[alumort]

Ao3

Neji autism. Thats it thats the fic. Enjoy :3

It was late, but he didn't want to go home yet– Hiashi would be annoying as usual, and he would force him to speak even if Neji didn't want to.

He just didn't feel like it. Training had exhausted him to no end, more after having just returned from one of his Jounin missions; the brunet was used to the lengths of Gai's workout routines, yet it was tiring nonetheless. A headache bothered him now, and Neji decided to lay down underneath a tree, using its shade to escape from the sunlight.

Most of his teammates had already left, not wanting to pester him too much, though one of them stayed behind– knowing well he wouldn't push him away anymore, Lee had decided to stay by his side, sharing water and some snacks with the other boy. They had become close after Naruto punched some sense on him in the Chunin Exams, and Neji wasn't against it; in fact, he really enjoyed his rival's presence now, even though he would never say it out loud.

Because if he didn't like him at all, he would just ignore him as usual. Neji didn't feel the need to say anything about the fondness that had grown between them through the years; it was pretty obvious, in his eyes. Lee seemed to understand it well, and his whole team respected it, even if they were a bit loud and obnoxious from time to time.

Not like he didn't tag along whatever Lee and Gai did, under certain circumstances and ignoring Tenten's complaints. It was fun to not worry about being perfect sometimes…

It made him feel appreciated. Unlike how he felt in the Hyuga compound most of the time, when his uncle was near and his cousins were gone. His team knew exactly how to make him feel welcome, never forcing him to do anything he didn't want to, like talking. They cared enough to learn what he tolerated and not, never getting mad for his unusual reactions, or not touching him without asking unless it was strictly necessary.

The same couldn't be said about his uncle, who didn't care at all about his comfort. Hiashi would probably force him to speak the moment he realized the boy didn't feel like talking, solely to annoy him.

So Neji stayed on the training grounds, grabbing some blades of grass just to pick them apart in silence, not minding that his teammate began humming in a soft tone. Lee tended to do that when he was content, so he didn't want to interrupt.

His companion had a good voice, anyway. It soothed him somehow, and that was yet another reason to not make him stop– though, the brunet was unable to say it out loud at the time. And he struggled with giving compliments when he felt talkative, too.

Suddenly, Lee yawned and his little song stopped; a quick look at him told Neji that his rival was tired as well, almost falling asleep on the grass with half-closed eyes. He worked harder than anyone else, and it did make him become exhausted at the end of the day… even if the taijutsu master would do exactly the same in the morning, train and train until his energy was lower than the ground.

“Um, Neji… can– is it alright if I hug you? The earth is too hard…” Lee asked in a whisper, barely able to look at the other boy, always making sure to not stare into his eyes for too long.

Neji dropped the grass he was picking just to turn around and get closer to his rival, saying nothing as he extended his arms towards him– Lee didn't need words to understand that was a ‘yes’, and he slowly leaned towards the embrace, also wrapping his friend with his arms with overflowing joy.

It didn't take long for him to close his eyes, not bothered by anything else in the world, letting out a sleepy smile in the meanwhile; Neji felt some kind of warmth in his heart just by seeing him like that, relaxed and content in his arms…

A hesitating hand gently began to play with Lee's hair, caressing him in silence and not trying to startle him at all– the boy hummed once more, and his body relaxed at last. He was a really affectionate person, and enjoyed it when someone did nice gestures like that, so Neji kind of knew he would like it.

He wasn't sure, but his friend didn't push him away at least, pretty much falling asleep on him. It was cute…

“I like being like this, with you. You make me happy,” Lee mumbled at one point, lazily opening an eye as he spoke though he closed it again in no time. And then, in an almost inaudible babbling, he continued. “I love you…”

Neji wasn't sure if he had heard right, but he didn't want to wake up his companion, who had ended up asleep in his arms in no time– Lee was even snoring and drooling by how relaxed he felt then. His cheeks were burning now, and his lips trembled, but he would not wake him up for anything in the world.

He looked so calm, so… cute. Neji didn't want to bother him, even if he knew his rival would be cheerful and maybe even challenge him to something after his short nap, resting well in mere minutes. The brunet held him close, still caressing his hair to distract himself more than anything, admiring how the sky began to turn red with the passing of time. Not wanting to let go of the other boy just yet.

He struggled to voice his thoughts sometimes, more when it was about what was held by his heart, yet he didn't need to say anything to Lee for him to know just exactly what he felt. Even after being a bit groggy when waking up on his own, his companion didn't need any explanation for his gestures, for their closeness– in the past, it would've been impossible, but now…

“Ah– sorry, I drooled on you… I am sure you left spare clothes at home, when you and Tenten stayed some weeks ago. Do you want to stay with me tonight?” Lee whispered, rubbing his eyes as he got up, immediately helping the other boy also get up after him. “I am sure Kakashi and Gai will be happy to have you around, too.”

Neji didn't let go of his hand afterwards, nodding in silence and just following the other boy towards his home without worrying about anything else– they ended up cuddling once more after dinner, knowing well the older ninja wouldn't say anything about it to Hiashi or anyone at all.

It made his heart feel warm, and Lee once more pretty much confessed to him before falling asleep on his arms… again. He was adorable.

Neji felt the same, to say the least. Though the brunet couldn't say it out loud, even when he felt like talking– his rival didn't need it to just know it well. And perhaps, that was what made him happier than anything else in the world; having someone who understood him well.

[its-captain-sir]

oh my gosh, genuinely- PLEASE tell me about your turtles/zelda crossover

YESSSSSS I HAVE BEEN ENABLED ok ok ok so. don't have any explanation for Why it happens but the turtles end up in Hyrule at some point before the calamity. They're not together when they arrive, but rather split up amongst the four major regions. I'm sure you can see where this is going as to me drawing connections between the turtles and the champions hakdhskdjs I'm still missing a lot of the plot reasoning for all that to make this a truly solid au idea, right now it's kinda just been me thinking about who would be best matched with who, though it does get a little more complicated than just magically appearing in front of a champion and going from there

Meeting Mikey is point where it all sorta starts in my head. It's actually Zelda and Link who run into Mikey first on their way to Gerudo Town! He's just kinda been wandering the desert for a day or so after getting turned away from the town, and up until this point he actually has no idea that he's in a different universe, he honestly thought there was some kind of portal mishap and he ended up by another hidden city somewhere else in the world. Getting everything actually sorted out is a bit of a mess, but Zelda promises to help him search for his brothers, he and Link become cooking besties, and then they have him tag along to meet Urbosa. These two I paired together mostly because I felt like their powers of fire and lightning complimented each other well, and Mikey's chains might just be fast enough to help prevent something later on...... :)

Raph ends up in Goron City! In the hot springs more specifically, as it's the only place protected from the heat as Death Mountain becomes more active. Luckily Daruk was out and about though, so he finds Raph pretty quick before he spends too much time alone and takes him back to the city to get fireproof elixirs and eventually a custom fit set of fireproof armor. Raph has a BLAST with Daruk and they definitely spend a lot of time sparring (without having to hold back too much!) and showing off their different protection powers! Eventually though they do set off towards Hyrule Castle hoping someone there will have the answers to how Raph got here and where everyone else is.

Leo ends up in the Hebra Mountains and his first meeting with Revali is Absolutely Horrible. for Revali. Kinda like Mikey, Leo was on his own for a bit wandering around, except he ran into wayyyy more monster camps. Just bokoblins so nothing too bad, but it does mean his new motto becomes stab first talk later which makes for a bit of an issue when he runs into a Rito patrol spearheaded by Revali. They think he's a monster, he thinks they're monsters, it's a mess hdkdhdkfhd just as he's about to enter a really serious fight with Revali he finally gets clued in that these are People rather than monsters, so he drops all pretenses in his usual manner and backs off instantly and Revali's just left scrambling like "what." And really it only gets worse for him from there cause here's yet ANOTHER blue coded sword wielder except this one. this one tries to be annoying to him on purpose. Leo has absolutely no qualms about throwing all Revali's bullshit right back at him and pesters him beyond that just for fun (he's just similar enough to Donnie that Leo knows alllll the right buttons to press). Revali wants to get rid of him right away, but who knows, maybe Leo's portals would be enough to make a difference in the final hour if Revali had him on his side.......

Donnie is the only one to appear right in front of a champion right in the middle of Zora's Domain, so there's no escaping meeting Mipha hskfhskdhsj she's very nice to him though! And he likes how thoughtful she can be and that she's not overly loud. There's also something to be said about being long ranged weapon buddies <3 it's honestly just a very nice match up that quickly comes to be built on a lot of respect for each other, and so Mipha is the one who offers to accompany Donnie out of the domain and to Kakariko Village where hopefully the researchers there will have some answers (but Donnie will have fun exploring their whole entirely new form of tech regardless hskdhskdjs and he definitely becomes close with Robbie and Purah)

Eventually everyone heads back or gets redirected to Hyrule Castle and an actual reunion can happen! As for what happens after that point.... I don't know really. The only other ideas I've tossed around are how the blight fights could potentially go if they all had a little extra help on their side. If anything, I think this crossover would be in a similar vein to hwaoc, just not as easy and without time travel forewarning hskdhskdhsj it's something to keep thinking about though! Thank you for indulging me in my ramble cause I really do have so many thoughts and ideas about this hakdhskghsj

[eveandtheturtles]

Home Invasion - All 4-1 challenge

Rating: strong T for a suggestive bit at the end.

I really wanted to join one of these challenges but I had no idea until this month lol This happens in SWAK universe post like... All the parts lol

Amelia (she/her) and Philip (he/him) are Leo's partners

Mirka (they/them) Raph's

Mikey's queer platonic partner is unnamed but so far she/her pronouns. (Mikey is aro on this).

Cheryl (my OC) is paired with Jennika! (Jeni is gonna make appearance in Raph's and Mirka's story once I get there).

Tags!

@turtle-babe83 @leosgirl82 @thelaundrybitch @madammuffins @sharpwindow @m1dnyt3-w0lf @pheradream15 @dilucsflame33 (anyone else who wants to jump in on the tag list let me know!)

Enjoy!

Kara was going home exhausted. All she had on her mind was a hot shower, some ice cream and maybe a cuddle with Donnie if he'd drop by after the patrol with his brothers. Nice, chill-

She paused in her doorway, a deadpan expression on her face. Donnie was there all right. So were his brothers (Raph nowhere in sight but she assumed he'd be there too), their respective partners plus Jennika. That meant that Cheryl was comfy in the lap of the female turtle. The brothers plus Jenni looked pretty roughed up and there was mud on the floor.

The short woman narrowed her eyes. <Hello, Cheryl and the people who do not live here.> She looked at Donnie who was coming out of the kitchen with an armful of probably all snacks she had in her house. Understandable, considering the whole damn army in her living room. <Donnie, a word.>

"Oooooh, someone's in trouble!!" Mikey hollered after his brother.

"Good luck!" Jennika shouted as well. "You'll need it." She snickered soon followed by others.

Donnie made a noncommittal noise at them. Mad girlfriend spelled trouble.

Said girlfriend ignored them all and went to her room, not checking if he was following, because he better be.

He was.

She waited for him to get into her room and she closed the door behind him.

<Kara,> he started but she raised her hand cutting him off.

<Donnie, I love you and I don't say that lightly. So I am going to give you a chance. Please explain why the Backstreet Boys and the Groupies are doing here too? Again, may I add. Like 10th time this month?> She was signing slowly, with a cold fury in her eyes.

He paused and assessed the situation. Yes, she was pissed but he noted also the knotted shoulders and deep shadows under her eyes, the moisture in them that signalled her frustrations would soon come to a peak. The specific frown she had after dealing with more annoying people at her lab. Right, so this was a very delicate job now.

<I'm sorry,> he started. <I didn't mean for them to follow me.>

<All of them?> Her eyes went wide with disbelief and her hands signed wide. <Donnie, there are 5 of you turtles plus Raph's and Leo's partners of which Leo has two! I don't even know the fourth human! Are they with Mikey?>

Donnie nodded. <Queer platonic partner as far as- > he started but she raised her hand interrupting him.

<I don't care. That's way too many people in my living room!>

Donnie made a decision. He pulled her close and hugged her tight. Kara let out a frustrated scream into his plastron. He stroked her back a little, trying to calm her down. He heard small frustrated sobs and let her just let it all out. Finally, she took a deep breath in and pulled back.

<I love your family but two days ago Mikey was here at 3 am, eating my food again,> she told Donnie. <Third time this month. And Raph always drops by to use the bathrom always after having eaten something funny. I'm going to vivisect someone. We need to talk boundaries Donnie.>

Some of these were news to him.

<I will talk with them,> he said and quickly added seeing her raise her hands again. <Now. I am going to talk to them now.>

<Thank you.> She let out a deep sigh. <I am going to lay down.>

Donnie left her room and went to the living room.

"Everybody out," he stated.

"Oooooh the missus whipped you-"

"One more word Raph and I am releasing your browser history to everyone in the room. Same for you Mikey," he added sharply seeing his youngest brother open his mouth.

The two meatheads immediately went quiet.

"What is in your browser history?" Mirka looked at their boyfriend.

"Uh, don't worry about it." Raph cleared his throat.

"Uh-huh." Judging by their smirk they clearly weren't gonna drop the subject willingly.

"If Donnie says we have to go we should," Leo stood up followed by Amelia and Philip, his own partners.

"Yeah, I felt like we might have been overstepping a little," Amelia rubbed the back of her neck.

"I'm not moving," Jennika announced.

"I know Jenni." Donnie sighed

"I helped pay for this couch last time you guys ruined it." She pointed to all the turtle boys.

"We know Jenni!" The chorus replied. "Thank you Jenni!"

Cheryl giggled. "I live here so you are welcomed to stay."

"Thanks babes." Jenni kissed Cheryl's cheek. "Does Kara even know they fucked it up?"

"I think she either pretends or doesn't but either way, we cool," Cheryl replied.

"Okay."

"Alright and one more thing," Donnie said.

"Yeah? Ow!" Mikey rubbed his head where his brother's bo staff hit.

"What the hell, nerd?!" Raph was similarly holding his noggin.

Leo was hiding his mouth behind his hand, but he was clearly enjoying this.

"You both know why." Donnie out the staff away. "If I find out you're bothering my girlfriend again I am putting parental control back on your devices."

The two turtles grumbled apologies and promised not to do that again.

"Is this always this lively?" Mikey's partner leaned in to Mirka, whispering her question.

"Yup. Welcome to the family," they snickered.

The three turtles were ushered out of the flat through the window. Humans used the regular stairs.

Donnie stayed behind and helped Jennika and Cheryl clean up after the invasion. Then he went to check in on Kara.

He flipped the light on and off twice to let her know he was there. <Hey.> he slipped on the bed next to her. <They're gone.>

<Thank you.> She signed and clung to him. <You're the best boyfriend.>

<Yes, praise me more,> he chuckled and she booped his snoot.

<Don't push it, mister,> she joked then kissed him sweetly.

He hummed, smiling. <Want to see what else I can do?> His hand went under her shirt, drawing circles on her side.

Her eyebrow lifted and she smirked a little. <I'm interested.>

He grinned and pushed her on her back. <Allow me to demonstrate.>

And then he did.

Nuff said he got a lot of praises that night.