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Nighttime Care // Nanami Kento x gn!reader

word count: 5.5k (ops)

cw: fluff, gender neutral!reader, established couple, petnames (sweetheart, sweetie, honey, darling, dear) not proofread (when is it?)

summary: work, work, and more work, it just seems like nanami can't catch a break from all this overtime. its exhausting, and you can see that and decide to give a helping hand.

notes: time to pass all the silly scenarios I've thought off instead of the outlines for the other fics i have on my drafts ❤

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Tired.

Tired, tired, tired.

While it was a significantly better change when he quit his job as a salaryman and returned to his life as a sorcerer, Nanami hated how overtime seemed to follow him. But he hated how overtime not only meant coming home late and all tired. Now it meant coming late to you and being robbed of his time with his sweetheart.

It was way past midnight by the time he got through the front door, huffing almost too loudly as he kicked his shoes off and stepped into the quiet of your house.

No show playing on the TV with you on the couch all curled up waiting for him.

No smells coming from the kitchen with your back facing him as you hum to yourself with your attention on making tonight's dinner.

No running up to him to wrap your arms around him and pepper his face with your lips as you welcomed him home in a muffle.

No you to brighten such a shift at work.

Maybe it was better this way. It was late and you had work tomorrow, you had every right to be asleep right now. The slight disappointment from no sign of you awake quickly turns towards himself. How could he be selfish enough to expect you to wait for him at this hour? He had insisted that you should not wait for him so late, you had your own stuff outside of your relationship together and he rather that you would at least rest easy. Besides, you couldn't see him like this—dark eye bags, a deep frown, and barely standing. Nanami always wanted to be presentable before you, you deserved to see him at his best, not...not like this.

Yet, his heavy steps betrayed him. Despite his best attempts to keep you asleep, your light sleep triggered and caused you to groan awake. You turn on the bed, trying to find the source of the sound that interrupted your sleep only to see the bedroom door open as Nanami slipped between spaces. Silent mutters help you recognize Nanami's voice, your mind finally catching up to what your senses were telling you. With a squint of your eyes, you look at Nanami with your lips curling downwards. His voice sounded tired, his steps were dragging across the floor, and he simply seemed overworked to no surprise. Overtime simply wasn't anyone's choice of spending the night.

"Kento?" You called out in a groan, still feeling a bit drowsy from your interrupted sleep.

Your tired voice makes him sigh, giving him another reason to feel upset after a long shift. Not at you though, he didn't want to wake you up and he tried really hard to let you rest. With a heavy sigh, his shoulder slouched slightly as he turned to look at you, making his way to sit on the edge of the bed right in front of where you were laying down.

"Sorry, sweetie. Didn't want to wake you up." Nanami whispers, a tinge of jealousy in his voice. Seeing how cozy you looked on the bed made him want to be in your place and be able to rest as easily as you, he needed to lay down next to you and sleep. But he couldn't just yet. "I'm home..." He adds, a hand coming up his face to remove his goggles and holding him in a fist.

"Don't worry about that," You assured him, feeling the bed shift as he sat on the edge of it.

With a yawn, you sit up to try and wake yourself up now that he is back. Despite still being zoned out from sleep, it didn't take much to notice just how exhausted he was. It was a sad sight to your eyes, even sadder knowing that this wasn't new at all.

You wrap your arms around Nanami and pull him down to the bed right on top of you, feeling how he slightly jumped at this. Though he was surprised at the action, he felt himself relax when his head met your chest, realizing a groan out of how nice your body felt after such a long day.

"Welcome home, honey." You whispered, your hand rubbing circles on his back.

"S'tired, soo tired." He mumbled against you, using his hand to rub his eyes as if that would get rid of his fatigue.

However, it was hard considering how he felt like he might drift off at any moment. He couldn't fall asleep. Even if he was struggling to stay awake, he didn't want to sleep just yet when he was still in his work clothes.

It was awful how much this happened and every time you would react the same. How could you keep your lips from frowning when Nanami looked and sounded this tired? When his body practically flopped against yours so easily? Nanami was a hardworking person and you admired that. What you did not admire was how much he pulled over time despite hating it with his entire being, constantly doing it over and over again. But this time it looked like work was harsh on him. Sure, he had no injuries or anything like that. Regardless, it was later than the usual time he came back from overtime and he looked much weary than usual.

You sighed, wishing you could do more than just comfort him. For the time being, all you could do was offer soft caresses over his back. "I know, honey," you whispered.

His head peaks out of your chest, meeting your soft frown at him. Your concerned eyes, your hand on his back, your quiet whispers...you were worried for him, that much was obvious with how gentle you were rather than telling him off for coming home late yet again.

"Sorry. I had to work overtime to-" A yawn cuts him off, his hand muffling his lips while his mind tries to coax him into falling asleep by focusing on how he could rest just like this. Yet, he didn't want to seem rude by simply greeting you and falling asleep on you. You deserved more than just a tired man-

"Why are you apologizing?" You asked softly, cutting his line of thought before you even knew what he was thinking.

In your mind, you saw no reason for him to apologize. Work was work, he was providing just as much (definitely more) than you were and it was normal. What wasn't was how frequently his work would cut not only into their time together but also into his time to rest and relax. You could never hold something like this against him knowing that it wasn't his choice to stay longer at work. Stress, fatigue, soreness in his eyes alone, dark and sunken from how much this has happened as of late.

No. He had no reason to apologize.

But Nanami didn't see it that way. You deserved more than this...not eating alone or going to sleep alone. He wanted and needed to give you some time with him, he didn't want to be this exhausted, barely functioning person to you. Even if you didn't understand why he was apologizing, he still needed to apologize.

"I'm sorry for-"

Your hand took his hand, interrupting him as you wrapped your hand around his and sat up on the bed. With a sigh, you take his goggles from his hand and place them on the nightstand.

"Stop it. You have nothing to apologize for, got it?" You said gently, wanting to be as soft-spoken as you could to not disturb him, let alone let him think that you were angry at him. Why would you get angry over this? It wasn't his fault and you knew that tonight would be different had he had a say in whether he was going to pull overtime tonight.

Helping him sit up again, your hands slip underneath his blazer on his shoulders, rubbing down his arms to help him take it off and setting it on the other side of the bed. As the fabric left his arms, Nanami rested his head against your shoulder with a small groan, placing a hand on your arm to stop you. Sure, it felt nice to have you touch him like this, but he didn't feel like he deserved it. He left you alone for the evening and came home late. How could he let you do more for him than he deserved? His eyes might barely be open and he might be very, very tired, but he couldn't make you feel obligated to help him.

"Darling," he mumbled, sounding unconvincing of pushing your help away, "you don't need to. I..." He sighs, feeling that slight burn in his eyes with a blink, "...I don't want you to see me like this."

He felt very worn-out, slower than usual as if gravity weighed twice as much tonight. Even so, he didn't want you to think you had to help him. He didn't like this side of him where you couldn't lean on him, it made him feel like a burden to you when he had already interrupted your sleep.

But he was met with your head leaning against his, trying to comfort him further as you saw him frown.

If there was something everyone agreed about Nanami it's that he is a selfless person. Someone always wanting to help others, protect them, put them before himself. It was actually one of the many sides that made you fall for him. So it was easy to understand why he was so self-conscious at that moment. It was a juxtaposition of the man he usually is: capable, sufficient, and reliable. Qualities that his fatigue was preventing him from being, but that didn't mean he had to be ashamed of it.

"I wanna help you though."

"You're already doing more than enough by welcoming me home. You should be telling me off for coming so late, not comforting me like this." He explained, his eyelids heavy from the way your warm cheeks touched his temple.

You shook your head, hands coming to his neck and tracing over his tie for her fingers to quickly undo it.

"I've told you already, you have nothing to feel bad for and I have nothing to be angry about." You pulled on his tie, wrapping it around your hand until it was rolled up and then placing it close to his blazer on the bed. "You're tired and overworked. I can't let you do things on your own when I can help you, especially when I want to help my love."

Nanami lifts his head out of your shoulder, trying to straighten up in his seat as you stripped him of the many layers that weighed him down. As much as he tried to make it seem otherwise, you were right—he was tired and overworked, far more than what he could handle. With you so set on helping him, the least he could do was stop his nagging and let you help. It was a bit embarrassing that work has rendered him this weak, not from some kind of injuries but simply because of how body felt ready to shut down at any moment.

Here he was—a grown man of his age acting like a helpless child. He would've protested again had it not been for how devoted towards helping him, towards him. You might be doing what any caring spouse would do, but to him it felt like giving him a small break he didn't deserve.

His lips still find it in them to curl in the slightest as he says tiredly, "thank you, love."

"Happy to help," you answered.

And there it was, that beautiful smile that melted away your frown once he gave in to your aid.

It was silent for a few moments in the room except from the click-click sound after you unclasped his suspenders from his trousers, setting them on the side. There was little to no light, only the nightstand lamp and whatever else managed to slip in from the window, with him tired and you undressing him as your hands slid to his shirt.

Careful to not startle him, your fingers undo his buttons and reveal more and more of his skin with each. Once they were all undone, you slipped your hands underneath his shirt, feeling a few bumps in the way that made you pinch your brows together confused. It wasn't until you started to slide the shirt off his arms that the bumps made sense—they were actually dents that ran front to back on his torso. Though they didn't seem serious, it makes your lips pout.

"I didn't know you had these."

Nanami's eyes look away from you and down to his own chest where your eyes focused on. In all honesty, he rarely acknowledged these—they were just marks left by his suspenders, a small price to pay from his daily attire. Sure, they were tight enough, restrictive enough to leave a mark on his body, but he didn't see any reason to mention them.

"It's nothing, love. They don't hurt at all."

Despite his assurance, your eyes seemed glued to his body. They were just a result of constantly wearing suspenders to a pretty physical job, no pain would come from them. Yet, seeing these marks meant more than just that. It was about the amount of time for these marks to set in the first place, making you realize just how long and much his workday was. Hours that, if they left this kind of mark in his body, were enough to lead to this exhaustion you could see in him.

That's when your fingers begin to think on their own. Your hand comes back up to his shoulder, but rather than resting your palm over it, your fingers graze over the marks and delicately follow down the path on his chest.

As your mind lets your hands do as you wish, Nanami could feel how worried you were from your touch alone. It was gentle but it had that hint of caution, as if too much pressure would make it uncomfortable for him. It made him feel vulnerable. He could see your mind running with all these thoughts from his marks alone. You knew he hated overtime, you knew he was stubborn to work despite his better judgment, and you both knew he needed to rest.

These marks reminded him how much he worked on a day alone.

These marks showed you how hard he worked alone for the two of you.

Underneath your fingertips, Nanami allowed himself to savor your touch further by closing his eyes for a second, unable to prevent the sigh that escapes his lips that makes you snap from your trance and look up at him. Though you knew it was best to hurry up and help him get ready for bed, something within her sparked at his marks. Your free hand decides to follow the other’s steps and comes up to the other side of Nanami’s body, roaming gently down the marks his suspenders have left behind. Soft, delicate, and gentle touches, but most importantly, loving touches.

Nanami stays still, letting you graze all over his body as he swallows down his self-conscious thoughts. It tickled a little to have your hands go so slow and so lightly over his skin, making his muscles tense underneath them. Despite that, he didn’t want your hands to stop, so he doesn't make any effort to as his eyes follow how your hands move down his body and earn a ghost of a moan from him. He couldn’t help himself when his exhaustion made it hard to think much, but you were just being so patient and caring and loving and…and so many other things that made him thank whatever deity that allowed him to be with you, that allowed him to have you as his everything.

Your hands come to a halt at his moan, your heart picking up a pace. At first, you worried the touch was actually hurting or unsettling to him when his body tensed, interpreting his moan as a groan. But when you looked up and saw how his eyes were glued on you and your hands moving across his body as if he wanted to take it all in rather than push you away, you let your hands rest on him and slide back up to his shoulders. You got a little carried away and you didn’t want to tire him any more.

“You do so much for us…for me.” You start with a whisper, “I don’t know what I did to deserve you, Kento.”

And see, hearing you say that makes absolute nonsense to him. It catches him off guard.

Your eyes meet, him shaking off his exhaustion for a second to open his a bit more, to actually be able to look at you. Despite how your hands and eyes roam up and down his body, Nanami feels no lust or desire under your touch. It was careful, sweet, just as he has come to expect from you whenever you caught him in this state.

This was just his spouse’s stare, you were his spouse. It wasn’t a matter of whether or not you deserved it (you did, that’s simply out of the question). He wanted to do all this, whatever he could for you. He would sacrifice so much just so you wouldn’t have to worry or work hard. As he stares back at you, eyes looking up and down at his beautiful darling before him, he smiled softly. Though your words made no sense to him, they were a reminder of how thankful he was that you worried, that you were thankful for him like he was for you. A reminder of how much he loved you and hoped that, though he didn’t say it out loud enough, you would still know that without a doubt in between the lines…

“You deserved it.” He answers back.

You chuckled. Of course he would think that and smile like this was nothing. Yet, there was something about his smile. You hated how tired it looked, how tired he looked. But when he smiled right now, softly telling her one thing to mean another…You shook your head, shifting your hands on his bare shoulders to rub circles over his skin and soothe whatever tension you could feel there.

“You’re the one working to the point of exhaustion while I fall asleep before you come home. You do much more for me than I do for you.”

“You do a lot for me,” Nanami started, his brows pinching slightly when you kept discrediting yourself, “you work around the house, keep the place nice…you’re taking care of me even right now after I woke you up. You do plenty for me. This is not up for debate.” He chuckles, not even letting you argue about how little you did for him because that wasn’t the case.

Your gaze softness as your hands come up to his jaw before running your fingers down to his chin. Even through that tension and obvious lack of energy, he still found it in him to appreciate her, to be adamant about her contributions and have her see them. Silently, your eyes flash that gratitude of him to him, admiring each feature on his face.

It was a soft touch, the kind of touch that makes you wonder if it was skin to skin or a feather to skin. It was a quiet but loud way of letting him know how much you appreciate him back. The kind of love and fondness that he needed after another shift.

“I’ll always see it that way, you know?” Nanami adds, “It’s for us, so we can be comfortable. But most of all, so I can spoil you like you deserve it.”

You smile at him, unable to keep it in yourself to kiss him so you do. You lean in to press a quick and soft peck on his lips, taking a step further to remind him of how much he meant to you. You lean back, careful to not over do your kiss when he is this tired. But rest assured, that a small kiss such as that one was enough for Nanami to feel the weight of it, making him feel loved.

“Let’s get you off of these, yeah?” You whispered, your hands sliding off the marks from his suspenders, though you made a mental note to show them some extra love when he was much more in the mood.

You kissed his cheek and readjusted how you were sitting on the bed, going back to the reality that it was quite late, he was exhausted, and you both could use the rest. Shaking off those thoughts, you were set back on your original mission to help him get ready for bed. Your hands go down to his belt, carefully undoing it and pulling it off the loops of his trousers.

But it proved to be much harder to shake off those thoughts from earlier when his body was on display like this, especially as you helped him slide off said trousers after putting his belt aside with the rest of his garments. It wasn’t just the suspenders’ marks, but also his muscles coupled with the feeling of his skin and hair against her hands that made Nanami shake his head with a chuckle as he called out your name.

“You’re doing it again, love.” He wasn’t oblivious to the effect he was having on you, how he was getting you going, as he softly mumbled your name softly.

“Doing what?” You asked with a smirk and a raised eyebrow, trying to play innocent. After all, it was merely a split second you were staring, right?

“Staring at me.” Nanami smiled wider, leaning forward now that this reaction from you gave him a small boost of energy, all just to tease you. “Are you admiring your husband, dear?”

You knew he was just teasing, especially when he was pulling such a pet name by the end of it and leaned forward towards you. You weren’t blind either, apparently you weren’t the only one enjoying a show with your spouse as the star of it, not when his eyes followed your hand and slowly drifted to other parts of you.

“If I was, I’m sure I wasn’t the only one, am I?” You teased right back, looking at him with that smirk still on your face without moving an inch away from him and in fact, deciding to double it down by resting a hand on his thighs.

“A man can’t love the person he married anymore?” Nanami chuckled, silently taking everything in. Your body, your face, your voice…nothing from you was not appealing, you were truly perfect in his eyes.

His answer makes you laugh. You took a small breath, hand sliding off his thigh and across the bed until it finds his own hand, resting yours on top of his as your gaze returns to his. A smile comes to your lips, your heart starting to feel lighter and faster with every beat. Tease or not, Nanami was a natural at making you feel like this.

“A husband can definitely love their spouse.” You replied, your voice having a slight tease in it as well.

“Especially when they are so beautiful.” Nanami adds, his smile growing soft as he leaned against your forehead and closed his eyes. He still felt tired, but he really liked this moment with you right now, feeling as if it was making up for the time he’s been away from you. So he wanted to stay in it a little longer.

“I see, so that’s why you were starting too.” You whispered, though there is the hint of a giggle in your voice that Nanami is able to pick on, going as far as being able to hear your smile.

“Yeah, that is why.” Nanami sighs, laying back on the bed and resting his head on your thighs, groaning softly once he feels his back meet the bed. He could feel how your hands immediately found his hair, gently combing his blond locks with your fingers.

It was comfortable, he didn’t want to move. He wanted to fall asleep just like this. Not yet though. He still wanted to be with you, feel you like this. Even if the two of you weren’t talking much and he was tired out of his mind, you being here and letting him be like this on your lap was enough to calm him further. You being here made him calm.

“I’ve been so busy.” Nanami mumbles, taking a deep breath as his eyes closed for a second.

“It’s okay.” You assured him. “It’s work.”

But there was something in your voice that didn’t match your words. Nanami knew what it was—how much you wanted him to cut back on overtime for his sake. But your words felt as if you were trying to let him know that you wouldn’t hold it against him how his work cuts into his time with you, that he didn’t need to feel that kind of guilt from you. He knew he needed to set a firmer boundary with work so he could put you first like he wanted to, rather than making you worry like this.

Just imagining you falling asleep, waiting for him to come back only for him to come long after, was painful. He didn’t want that for you anymore.

He shakes his head, his hand coming up to yours that was losing its fingers across his hair, stopping your movements. No matter how many times you assured him, how much you tried to be understanding, he didn’t want this to drag on. Work was work, true. But it shouldn’t be overtaking his life, be more important than you were to him. You came before that, and anything for that matter, it wasn’t up to debate. Especially when you were so patient and caring to him despite how neglectful he can be.

“I shouldn’t…” He sighed, taking some time to form over his words. He didn’t want, let alone deserve, so many passes and he wanted to own up to all those times he had to come home late. “Don’t worry so much about me, please,” it’s what he ends up saying.

His words are met with a soft squeeze of your hand after you turn your hand around to be holding his, your free hand coming down to rest around his chest. You could see what he meant with that.

Don’t wait for me.

I can handle myself.

You don’t have to forgive me so easily.

Truth be told, you knew other people would grow irritated at their husbands coming home late, scolding them for the time they finally arrive and leading to distrust. But being married to a jujutsu sorcerer like him…it was a different case. You trusted him with this job, knowing how much more fulfilling it was than working corporate; trusted him to be careful and learned the kind of things he had to deal with. It was a dangerous job, it was exhausting, and you wonder how he can even ask you to not worry. To not worry about Nanami was simply against your marriage vows. You couldn’t do that.

“You’re my husband. I’m supposed to worry about you.”

“Just trust that I’ll be fine.” Nanami said softly, a small sigh leaving his lips as he looked up at you.

He could see that concern in your eyes. Though it is nice to have someone who worries about him, there’s still that annoying part in him that makes him feel guilty for making you worry in the first place. Yet, he knew that he couldn’t blame you. No matter how many times he insisted on you not waiting up for him or on tending his wounds, he knew you would still worry about him. In a way, you both just wanted to do more for the other—you felt like he did a lot for you and he felt like he didn’t do enough for you.

“I’m tired, love,” he mumbles, rubbing his eyes with his free hand, “let’s not fight…not tonight.”

“It’s not fighting,” you let go of his hand, letting it slip to his cheek. You knew better than to try and argue when he was this tired, let alone when you knew he had the best intentions even if he dismissed himself so often. “I do trust you, but I still need to care for the person I love so much..”

Nanami chuckled, looking up at you with a tired smile. As he took a deep breath, he could feel how lucky and thankful he was at this moment. Even if a part of him tried to weigh him down with this guilt over how things seemed to be in his mind, you somehow knew how to show him the reality of things. He wasn’t neglectful like his mind was telling him, not when he was trying to peel his eyes open just to spend more time with you. You weren’t forgiving because he was your husband, but because you trusted him enough with your heart. You weren’t worried over him because he came late, you worried because you loved him.

Before he can even answer, you gently pull him off your lap and lay his head back down on the bed. You stand up, patting his shoulder.

“I’ll get your pajamas.” You smile at him, the kind of smile that says don’t worry about a thing, before you turn to his dresser.

Nanami thanks you, sitting up on the bed and stretching his arms and back. The room quiets down, neither of you saying a word as you come back with his night garments and placing them by his side to let him put them on. Not yet done, you take all of his work clothes and turn back to the dresser to put his clothes away while he changes. Some are set aside for the laundry basket, others are hung back up, and others tucked away in the drawers.

Once done with that task, you turn back to head to the bed, laying down underneath the sheets like you were long before he came back for work. He was a bit slow in putting his pajamas on to no one’s surprise since he might as well fall asleep right then and there, but eventually he lays down next to you after turning off the lights, his body facing yours. You wrap an arm around him, pulling yourself closer, sighing when he does the same by rolling on his back and letting you rest your head on his chest to which you happily do.

“I’m surprised you lasted so long without dropping unconscious onto the bed.” You said softly, a tinge of a tease in your voice.

Nanami chuckles, a yawn following soon after as fatigue starts to get to him after god knows how many hours of working.

“So am I. I’ve been like that for hours, honestly.” He pulls you a bit closer, his hand gently grazing up and down your arm. A touch that made your body melt into his body. “But it was worth it. I got to spend more time with you, even if I only had half a brain to see you.”

You hummed, your head turning up to look at him before pressing a kiss on his shoulder. You decided to not say anything, wanting him to get that rest he not only needed but also deserved. That doesn’t mean his words don’t make your heart flutter, even as he says them in that hoarse voice from how tired he was, it made them feel much more softer that he pushed himself to let her know that.

You lift up the covers and let yourself get comfortable with him as your pillow and you in his arms, the two of you cuddling in the quiet and silent room. A few seconds pass, then minutes, and you were sure he had already fallen asleep as evident by his deep breath that made your head rise and fall with his chest, his heart serving as your personal lullaby. Knowing that you had done everything you could for him in this moment, you let yourself close your eyes and begin to return to your sleep from earlier.

Though before you could truly fall into slumber, you feel his head lean against yours, a soft kiss placed on the top of your head that makes your heart beat for him, feeling safe in his arms as he manages to finally answer back to you from earlier:

“I love you too, dear. Thank you…for everything you do.”

Nanami would’ve said more, he probably wanted to have it not been from how his words slurred as his body was finally claimed over by that sleep he pushed off for far too long. After all, now that he finally got his fill of you, he could now rest properly.

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Animal Farm: Wednesdays

Male Yandere Centaurs x Gender Neutral Reader CW: Dubcon, big flaring centaur dick, a second big flaring centaur dick, general yandere behavior, belly bulge from semen and big flaring centaur dick, mentions of musk Word count: 1k (The long awaited third day of the farm harem series Animal Farm, the centaurs! The first fic, along with the others, can be found HERE.)

It was Wednesday. And Wednesdays meant two things. Tyrig and Fargrin. The two muscular centaurs that would be pounding you damn near senseless. By the end of the day, you knew from prior experience, you would scarcely be able to stand. Let alone walk.

After managing to pull yourself away from the dogmen you took a shower. You wiped the cum and sweat from your body. Not that it would matter... you would have a new layer of semen and musk on you soon enough. Evidently you took a bit too long because you were yoinked out suddenly by one of the centaurs. Tyrig.

You shivered as you were exposed to the early outside air with wet skin.

“Awe, are you cold? Don’t worry we’ll warm you up~”

He flung you onto his back and you had no choice but to grab his torso and get close for warmth and stability as he galloped over to the black-furred centaur Fargrin. His black fur and white hair looked pristine, as if he had just bathed as well.

They talked a bit and Fargrin trotted off briefly and came back with his blanket before draping it around you, covering you in his strong musky scent. Apparently they had decided against retrieving your clothing today.

You sighed and held the blanket tightly around you. You were plucked off Tyrig and placed on the comfy bench they had made for you.

“I am going to win this time for sure!” Said the blonde horse Tyrig.

Fargrin only responded with a short laugh.

This was their little custom. Every Wednesday the first thing they would do was have a race around the farm between the two of them. The winner got to be the first to bulge your belly with centaur cock and a massive load of cum.

As usual they were neck and neck the whole time. Fargrin managed to pull ahead at the last possible second. He came trotting towards you with a grin on his face. You climbed on him, knowing he would want a good run with you, always enjoying some outdoor time before a good fuck.

You clung to him tightly, your hands on his muscular abs, while he ran for a bit.

When he was ready to move on to love making he joined his fellow centaur and they took you with them into their dwelling, an upgraded stable-like building. Given all the comforts a human would expect, though everything was much larger to accommodate the inhabitants.

At least it was warmer inside.

You wanted to just get it over with so you took your place on the “sawhorse” A cushioned bench that had rests for your arms and legs. It brought you up to the perfect height for the centaurs to breed you.

“Someone’s eager,” Fargrin remarked with a smirk.

You let out a weary sigh.

“Just to get it all over with.”

Tyrig snorted as he watched Fargrin prep you.

“Whatever you have to tell yourself.”

You rolled your eyes and tried to remain silent as Fargrin lubed up your entrance before starting the long process of stretching you out and warming you up before the massive invasion of his cock. He worked quickly, but carefully. Eager to slip inside you, but wanting to be careful not to hurt you. His cock came out of his sheath and smacked against his underbelly in anticipation. He knew you were ready when his hand and part of his arm could enter you without trouble.

When you were prepped he stood over you as you lay on the sawhorse and pressed his gargantuan cock against your entrance. You winced in discomfort, but it didn’t hurt very much at all. The side effect of all the monster-man semen was that it made you unnaturally stretchy and resilient. It was potent stuff.

Once you could take his full length he spared no time in beginning to pound you properly, his cock making a perfectly visible outline in your stomach as it bulged you out. His massive balls smacked into you loudly, stinging you a bit with each thrust.

Your eyes rolled into the back of your head as he railed you. Tyrig watched with an erection, eager for his turn to rearrange your insides. Both of them chuckled at the perverted moans you let out as your body quivered in orgasm.

“Sh-shut up…”

You blushed deeply as Fargrin continued until finally his tip flared and his balls moved as he emptied them into you, the tip of his cock visibly twitching in your stomach before he eventually pulled out with a loud squelch. Cum came flooding out of you as he did so.

Okay Tyrig, all yours. Now it was Fargrin’s turn to just watch.

Tyrig had no need to prep you or use any amount of lube, the other centaur’s cum would work just fine to ease his cock into you. His cock drooled precum, hungry for your depths after watching the earlier spectacle. You blushed when an involuntary gasp left your lips as he mounted you.

“F-fuck…”

“Heh, you know you love it~”

You whimpered but said nothing in response. You didn’t trust yourself not to just moan incoherently if you tried to speak because at that moment he decided to pick up the pace. It wasn’t too long before you were panting and shuddering, your overly stimulated body trapped in the painful bliss of another orgasm.

“You’re such a lovely cock sleeve!”

He grunted he added his considerable load to what was left of Fargrin’s inside you. Your belly looked pregnant as your hole leaked musky semen all over the place.

You lay there limply. Too sore and sensitive to be able to move. They took you into the shower with them and cleaned you thoroughly, Tyrig pressed your face into his bulging muscular chest as the water rinsed the soap from your limp body. When they finished with that they made you some food and fed you lovingly.

That way you were well fed and cleaned. After all, if they wanted to put you through round 2 you had to keep your energy up and be clean so they could have fun getting you dirty again.

#yandere terato #yandere x reader #yandere teratophilia #monster boyfriend #gender neutral reader #yandere monster #male yandere x gn reader #yandere boyfriend #yandere centaurs #yandere centaur #My OCs #My OC Fargrin #My OC Tyrig #monster farm harem #yandere monster farm harem

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therealvinelle · 3 days

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wait tell us more about the deleted fic where the professor who is more competent than Tom (and capable of breaking the curse) gets fired bc Dumbledore hates him

Asker is referring to me mentioning a deleted fic I cowrote with @theoriginalcarnivorousmuffin.

It was one of those failed ventures that had a great many wonderful things in it, but it ultimately wasn't... good. We chose to scrap the project, and the things we liked in it have been recycled in other fics, with that one big exception of the DADA teacher storyline.

To get ahead of follow-up questions:

Mine and the Muffin's approach to writing is to always outline first. We start with the premise, and let the idea play out in a bullet pointed play-by-play synopsis. This way we know where we're headed when we write, and even if we end up completely disregarding said outline we have the benefit of having thought things through. We sometimes do outlines for chapters, and while writing a fic we will frequently write new outlines as we write (first outline described the path from A-F, we get to C then write C-H, if that's at all illuminating - marking out the path as we go).

The whole point of this is having thought the fic's progression through before writing. It has helped us make important decisions regarding the plot, as an optional path wouldn't actually go the places we want it to. More importantly, it has sometimes revealed to us that a fic that was in the planning stage should never be allowed to get further. (This was actually the case with a recent Rank Heresy writing competition, as we confidently set about to outlining our idea only to realize that it wasn't... good...)

The big scrapped fic stands out in that this process failed us, we outlined up until a point and set about writing, getting several chapters in before having a sudden "Wait a minute, where is this going?" moment that led to a "How can we salvage this?" crisis mode that turned into the horrible realization the fic as a whole could not be saved as the idea itself was bad.

Absolutely tragic, but very educational and has led us to asking far more critical questions ahead of writing (such as "Can we actually write this?", "Do we want to write this?", or "Is this something we've already written, or that could be incorporated into an already existing fic instead?") rather than just plunging in.

The volume of Twilight fics, many of whom wound up extremely similar and treading parallel ground, is also a lesson in that we learned to think very carefully before launching a new one. Is this an original idea, or did we just repeat a previously written fic?

Thanks to the outline, and seeing a suggestion to how the fic would play out, we've been able to say early on and before actually writing anything that "Yes, this is just (insert fic name) with (insert small tweak). YIKES" and scrap the idea.

So with that, know that the deleted fic was scrapped with good reason but that the best parts of it live on in fics that are available on our Ao3s.

#my fic #fic meta #writing #the carnivorous muffin #the carnivorous muffin fic #stay-rayney

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inaris-mage-of-storms · 7 months

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Some days it feels like I couldn't stop writing if I tried and I finish entire drafts within a couple of hours.

Other days those two hours result in an entire...checks word count...300 words. 😭

#why is this ONE FIC so hard #i like my premise!#i had fun writing it for a while!#i WANT TO FINISH IT #idk maybe something about having a deadline is doing something to my brain #i have the remaining scene outlined and everything i just. can't find any words I'm happy with.#about to give up and open minecraft for a bit to dig a hole about it i think #file: storm has thoughts

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fluffyposting · 2 months

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I cracked and dusted off my swan prince AU. I’m def gonna attempt to clear up the first two/three chapters and force myself to write and finish it after so many years.

#soriku #The first few chapters centered around Sora and Riku growing up and falling in love while Kairi and Aqua are off doing their own thing #and also falling in love #oooh I unearthed some stuff and I’m so excited again #I might have to write up an outline of characters and their relations cause I forgot some stuff cause it’s been 4/5 years since I first #started writing this fic but the idea had haunted me … I must write it

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anto-pops · 3 months

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hi☺️ how are you?🫶🏻 I recently got an idea for a fic (I used to write but i’m honestly not satisfied with my works yet so i never posted anything) andd I was wondering if you have any tips maybe? Because I can’t stress enough how talented you are! (if you ever write a book pls let me know!!!) and i’d really appreciate some tips if you were willing to give me some🫶🏻 My ideas usually come in my mind visually, like i’m watching a film, and I struggle finding the right words to express what’s in my head and I’m not sure how to fix that😕 in my head it’s so intense and full of emotion and alive but when i’m writing… it’s a disaster I think🥲 anyway thank you in advance whether you decide to give me tips or not, i know it’s a lot to ask but I adore the way you write🫶🏻☀️

AKJFHDSKF THANK YOU LOVIE !!! This is so sweet and nice of you to say, I appreciate the kind words more than you know 💕

I would absolutely love to give you tips ! I've answered a few asks like this in the past, one of which you can find here just to save time and reiterate most of what I would say.

It sounds like you've got the overall plot of your story nailed down and you know what you want to write, so the best thing I would recommend for your visualizing tactic is to make an outline that can better depict the progression of the whole thing. I totally get wanting to just control c + control v your thoughts onto a page and be done with it, but that's where being patient with yourself comes in. The outline doesn't need to be followed to the letter (mine very rarely are), but it can really help you organize the order of events you're imagining in your head.

Take your time with describing the scenes in your story that build up to that final, pinnacle moment. It might seem like you're rambling, but in my personal experience the added attention there really pays off in the end. I always follow the 'show-not-tell' guideline when I write so there's less of me telling the readers what's going on and more of me showing it. An example would be a character's body language changing when they're uncomfortable, or icy wind leeching the warmth from their cheeks. Little things like that can add life to a story vs. simply stating "He was uncomfortable" or "She was cold".

Writing isn't a linear process for most people. There's ups and downs and lengthy breaks followed by intense, week long binges of word vomit, so definitely be kind to yourself and have fun with it ! If you need anything else feel free to shoot me another ask or DM me, I would be happy to help ! Have a great day and good luck my dear 💗

#asks #I need to start tagging my writing tips cause I hate to sound like a broken record and I mostly reiterate the things that work for me #at the end of the day though everyone is different and everyone has a process that works for them #I can't stress enough how helpful creating an outline or taking notes can be though #the hand kink fic had me handwriting four pages of notes that I kept next to me while typing the whole thing #and when all else fails just remember it took five months for me to finish the damn thing so you really can't do worse than that LMAO #please come back here if you need more help anon I can cater my advice to you specifically if I glean more info about your story <3 #writing tips

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urlocallesbiab · 6 months

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sorry to everyone who's been missing me/waiting for something from me, i've been slipping in and out of depressive fog for a week or two (and in general have experienced significantly worse depression than normal for a couple years, but that’s another story)

i long to get back, too; a lot of things to read and ideas to write and people to talk to. love y'all, take care

#signed: vika's ghost #also i've caught a cold so there's that too #terribly sorry for being overdramatic i'm just... tired of being tired and i wanted to talk about it a little bit #it's very important for me to talk about everything that's wrong with me. i tend to avoid that but now i'm trying to learn and to make peace #creative drive and ability to hold thought-out conversations keep slipping out of my graps and it kinda hurts more #— in a good cathartic sort of way but painful nonetheless — to remember what they felt like at all #i miss wanting to work on my wip and i miss having the attention span to write out headcanon and i miss having headcanons #and i miss talking to my fandom friends #(i did it just last week but i already miss it. it's one of the things i'd like to be able to do every day)#and i miss the ability to connect with art and i miss the ability to focus on written word and i miss commenting #and i miss discussing ideas and i miss interacting and i miss having fun. god i just miss having fun.#kp my apologies for not making much progress on bb&b; myself my apologies for not writing any of my other wips or outlines or posts;#da gc gang my apologies for not following up on any of the things; every fic writer whose work ended up in my to-read pile IM SORRY #jack & kp specifically i love your stuff #also jack my apologies for taking a While; & the rd gc apologies for never writing out any of the cool au thoughts i'd had after some point #really，i've been meaning to. everything requires way too much effort. everyone is so fun and i miss having fun #take care，remember me fondly，i'll be back，please stand by #if tomorrow morning i find this embarrassing i'll chalk it up to a fever or something.#idc i'm allowed to have it. world won't blow up if i'm embarrassing on the internet once or twice or honestly even forever #vikarambles #vent

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total-serene560 · 5 months

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Me, 5 days ago: I'm just gonna go over my outline again, I feel like I'm getting stuck.

Me, today, exhausted and covered in blood: So I restructured the entire plot and changed the timeline and half of the conflict. Also it's a trilogy now.

(Guess who is now actively working on a rework of ASE... this guy.)

#a strange education fic #The main IDEA of the story is still the same #I just... readjusted a lot of things #This is why you should double check your outline before you start blindly writing it kids #I do feel bad about having to do a rework but I sincerely believe it'll be beyond worth it #it's going to be a much better story for it #it's already so much easier for me to write than it had been #but it's gonna take a little while to be ready to post #aiming to get the full first draft done by the end of December #I hope y'all who follow me for the story will stick around to read the reworked one when I post it #but I get it if not :/#my posts #my writing ramblings

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nixotinix · 7 months

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fic update!!!

alright you little rascals!! i've mentioned a couple times here that I'm working on a new Jackson Jekyll/Holt Hyde centric fanfiction. Well, it isn't done, not by a long shot. But I am proud to report that it is my longest by FAR. Just chapter 3 is longer than Mortify Curiosity (my prev fic). So, to hold you fiends over, I'm posting a little bit of info about the fic here so y'all can decide if it's a good read for you before it even comes out!!! Said info will be below the cut ^^

Starting off with the basics!! Here's a screenshot from the AO3 draft with the title, tags, and summary.

Like with Mortify Curiosity, my other chaptered fic, I'm finishing this fic COMPLETELY before posting. I know the sting of an unfinished fic, and I wouldn't do that to you.

For some other info: chapter count and chapter titles, plus word count if the chapters are finished! -- -Chapter 1: What is sought is most often found, if it is truly sought -- Word count: 5,141 -Chapter 2: You know all the right moves; use them -- Word count: 7,411 -Chapter 3: Keep in mind the deadline is closing in -- Word count: 12,968 -Chapter 4: His affections, like ivy, were the growth of time -- Word count: ??? -Chapter 5: Confront what frightens or offends you -- Word count: ??? -Chapter 6: That child of Hell had nothing human -- Word count: ??? -Current total word count: 27,739 Just warning y'all, do not expect the other chapters to be as long as chapter 3. I literally do not know what possessed me to write an almost 13k word chapter it just. kinda happened. Chapter 4 is currently sitting at a cool 2,220 words, and I haven't really gotten into the nitty gritty. So it'll probably be a long one too.

Finally, just for you guys, I'll give you a little excerpt from the opening. You'll probably have to click to read, but this is the first 550-ish words. Enjoy ur little snack hehe

i'll reblog this post when the fic comes out so yall can find it huehue

#monster high #holt hyde #jackson jekyll #monster high g3 #nix fanfics #ive had literally so much fun with this fic!!!#i have the basic outline p much..... now i just gotta WRITE it #i really hope this will be worth the wait OTL #my jobs got my ass workin tho.. so we'll see how the fic goes #just got out of a minor writer's block #so im hoping to get around 1.5k-2k words per day but thats VERY optimistic #id be happy with just 1k tbh #but im a slow writer QAQ #hope yall assholes are patient because this one could be a while #it's already been in the works about a month.....#plus all the other stuff i wanna do #we'll see when it comes out #whenever i rb this post :3

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kattythingz · 26 days

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Hi! Does ling know what happened to Ed and Als mum? I can't remember if he does.

If not I feel like he'd ask once or twice before learning just to not bring it up at all because Ed will get visibly upset and he's too sweet to see his boyfriend upset.

Hey! Ling does know, in fact. He learns from Al in chapter 2 (when Al tells him in the hospital the truth about his body). It's a really quick scene that's not meant to be lingered on for too long cuz I felt expanding it was just rehashing canon lol.

#It's funny how you sent this ask while I was outlining another edling au of mine lmao #had to change brains there for a second XD #thanks for the question tho!! I'm always happy to blab about fic details hehe #katmail #Solaris

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suckishima · 7 months

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all of my hq!! fic ideas essentially just various versions of the 'what if we kiss at the ____' meme arent they

what if we fell in love at nationals

what if we fell in love as first years

what if we fell in love on the bus

what if we fell in love as third years

what if we fell in love during serve practice

what if we fell in love slowly over the course of our whole lives

what if we fell in love at camp

what if we fell in love when you went to camp without me

and especially bc theyre all firmly rooted in canon and always specifically reference canon events, like i Know those all sound like theyd be the same,,, but to me they are different i swear

#i guess all (romance) fanfiction is just this tho isnt it #but they each have a different viiiiiibe and different like themes i wanna explore or explore from a different view etc etc #also none of those are even joke ideas. theyre either fics ive written or have had outlined for years #except the first one which came to me very specifically two nights ago at 3am and i maaay have started writing #o.o #i havent had the energy to write in yeeears so it feels good but also strange lol #but garbage dump trailer got me reliving nekoma match hype and aaah i want my brain to live there for a little while #so i will write simple little one shot yes i will #x

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mangoisms · 7 months

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what am i doing other than proofing chapter 10 and posting it you may ask. well you see.

#kidding i’m writing chapter 1 of my silly little nikolai fic #rewriting it i should say #just because it’s been a while since i touched it and i had a few ways i wanted to start it and couldn’t decide then #but now i am settling with one that i quite like and it’s going well #i still haven’t finished the outline and i haven’t finished my re-read of r&r. for that matter. but it’s fine

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a-land-lacking-sleep · 1 year

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Submas/PLA Fic: Red Sky, Heated Tensions

A take on Ingo and how the red sky in Pokemon Legends Arceus effected him.

Summary: The sky has turned red. Paranoia runs deep, and fear boils inside everyone. From Ingo's point of view, it's a sad turn of events, but for others, their anger gets the better of them. Word Count: 2137

Read here, or on AO3! I’ll be cross posting this and my other fic (once I write it instead of outlining it) here and there!

The first thing that Ingo saw was the red sky. He knew that mornings weren’t this vibrant, even when he would wake up at the crack of dawn as his internal clock suggested, but this went beyond that. The sky behind the clouds glew an eerie green, while the clouds bled out from the space-time rift, and as he exited the house Kamado had supplied him for the days he worked the Training Grounds, he could see other citizens of Jubilife begin to filter out and look into the sky.

He began his normal walk down Canala Avenue, tipping his hat slightly at people, hearing them talk amongst themselves. “I thought the Survey Girl cleared up the issues with the Nobles?” he could hear Shinon asking as he passed. “You think she isn’t the cause?” Another villager that Ingo didn’t quite recognize responded with barely contained venom in his voice. A quick look from Ingo caused the man to freeze and look away.

‘So they’re already looking to blame Miss Akari, Ingo thought to himself as he rounded the housing to head to the Training Grounds. Zisu met him there, stretching and cracking her back before waving to him with a strained smile on her face. It seems even a strong woman like her was shaken by the strange happenings.

“Good Morning, Miss Zisu,” Ingo called out as he approached, tilting his hat up to force himself to make eye contact. “I see you found your way to the station safely today again.”

“Yeah, about as good as we can this morning,” she says with a sigh as she hands Ingo a cup of hot tea, which he accepted with a nod. “It apparently happened over night, and it has the Commander all in a huff. No one seems to be in direct danger, though everyone is worried anyway.”

Ingo nods, turning his eyes to the sky, then looking down Floaro Main Street at the Galaxy Building. He could see Irida and Adaman going inside, talking to each other, and Akari running up the street to the building. It seems that the major players had taken notice, and they were rushing to figure out answers. Satisfied, Ingo walked into the Training Grounds building to prepare for the day.

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When he stepped outside 30 minutes later, Ingo wasn’t expecting to see Akari being led out of the Galaxy Building by Cyllene, with Kamado standing firmly at the steps. It seems many of the civilians had gathered outside of the shops on Floaro, and were watching as Cyllene led Akari to the gates. This… This isn’t how this should’ve gone. Kamado was supposed to be more collected than this, how is he letting this happen?

Stepping forward, Ingo falls in line next to Zisu. “Does Miss Akari have a destination, or is Kamado sending her down a track without proper safety checks?” He made sure to project his voice enough for it to carry down the street, startling not just Zisu, but grabbing the attention of Anvin and Simona as well. The two farther away gave him pained looks, like they were unsure of how to feel about the current situation, while Zisu decided to fill him in.

“Kamado… Kamado believes Akari is at fault,” Zisu says coldly. “I’m not sure of it myself, and having known him for a few years, I believe it may be his paranoia going into overdrive with everything coming down so fast.” She actually scowls, the first time Ingo has seen her without a smile on her face. Is that what he looked like right now, teeth bared and brow furrowed so heavily that he could’ve been cut from stone? “He said, if she can fix it, it would be forgiven.”

Of course. Cut her off from everyone she could depend on, accuse her of causing this, but rely on her to do it anyway. Kamado was truly letting his fears take over, and while Ingo could understand, it did not make him feel any happier. Especially as he watches Akari leave through the gate, and Kamado turn to approach the Training Grounds. As the only other person who appeared without warning, it would make sense that Ingo would be suspect as well.

He hoped his face wasn’t showing the anger he felt, or mimicking the scowl he’d seen on Zisu.

“Hello, Kamado,” he called out once the commander was in earshot, his voice once again projecting down the thoroughfare. If he was going to be raked over the coals, he might as well fire up his own engine in preparation. “I hear you have a plan to deal with the sky we’ve found ourselves under today.”

Kamado scoffs as he approaches the pair, his moustache twitching at the expulsion of air. “Don’t think yourself free of suspicion, Warden,” he says, his voice lowered in an angry tone. “We can’t rule out that you have something to do with the appearance of the rifts either.” Kamado’s face wasn’t filled with hate, which relieved Ingo. It was legitimately just fear motivating this man then. Fear of the unknown coming in and wiping clean the life he had fought for and built for himself and so many others.

But this fear was also a bane. A young girl who had done so much for the village, for the people who lived here. A girl who was lost, and looked for help herself, and found a purpose. A girl now thrown into the wilderness as thanks for the work she’s done. And now the distrust of an ally, one with protection, which could tear apart Kamado’s whole world.

“So, what do you propose, sir?” Ingo asks calmly, his voice only dropping slightly in volume. Normally, Ingo tried to keep his volume manageable, but he didn’t care now. He was beginning to get angry with Kamado, and if the commander came metaphorically swinging at him, he would ensure there was a crowd. Especially as he saw Adaman and Irida walk out of the building, Irida obviously fuming and looking around for her target.

“To have you pulled in for interrogation,” Kamado says gruffly. “If you try to resist, you will be imprisoned, and likely charged. Hopefully it won’t come to that, Warden. You have been a great help in training our recruits.” The last part felt genuine, at least.

Nonetheless, Ingo brings his left hand up to his cap, and swings his right hand across his hips and out to the side twice, signaling Irida to Stop, which she thankfully reads. He had trained his Pokemon with hand signals, and Irida had been there for part of the training and picked up on it for general use in exploration. Ingo… Didn’t quite know where he knew the hand signals, and felt like he was missing a component that would help the visibility of the signals.

Kamado glanced at the motion, but before he could say anything Ingo spoke up. “I will gladly answer any questions you have here, Kamado,” he starts, his voice flat and polite as it carries down the road. “But I will not go anywhere with you. Despite working to train your Security Corps., I am still a member of the Pearl Clan, as you’ve been stating this entire time. You have no right to change my scheduled route, or put a new terminus on my tracks.”

“You don’t understand, Warden,” Kamado growls in annoyance, his mouth now appearing under his moustache in a scowl. “You have no say in this matter. So long as you are in my town, you will comply with my commands. Now, please, come with me before I need to use force.” That last sentence held enough force for Ingo.

Judging by the twitch in Kamado’s face, Ingo must’ve scowled, he wasn’t entirely sure. “Be careful, Kamado. Some Pokemon are quick to defend their masters, even if it means breaking their locks.” To prove his point, Gliscor’s ball audibly rattled on his left hip, grabbing Kamado’s attention for a moment of fear. With his free right hand, Ingo pumps up and down twice, then sticks his arm out straight before lowering it. Proceed, and Reduce Speed. Irida and Adaman began their approach, passing by Beni, who only could give them a glare.

“So, it is by force then,” Kamado says, his eye lingering on Gliscor’s ball, even after it stilled. After the slightest hesitation, he turns to Zisu, still standing next to Ingo. “Go grab a pair of shackles from your office. Warden Ingo is hereby under arre-”

“Kamado, you dare to break our treaty?!” Irida’s shout tore Kamado’s order as she came upon the man. As he turned around, her open palm met his cheek, turning his head towards the Galaxy Building. From afar, Ingo couldn’t get a read on her, but up close he could see the rage in her eyes.

“Akari was one of yours! We tried to vouch for her, but we relinquished the right to decide on her fate to you in accordance with our agreement,” she continues, using the moment of shock from the slap to cut Kamado off completely. Ingo couldn’t get a good look at his face, but judging by his stance, he wasn’t about to get aggressive with his Leader. “Ingo is my Warden, and according to the treaty that you signed, you cannot arrest one of my people, especially someone so important, without first consulting me or a Warden!”

Adaman places a hand on her shoulder, a mixed look of disappointment and disgust on his own face. “I have to back her up on this, Kamado. The three of us agreed we would aid each other, but outside of a violent crime like murder, we would not punish a member from your village or another’s Clan. That was your call.” He then gave Zisu a look, and Zisu took a step away from Ingo.

“When we made those treaties, we didn’t have this situation,” Kamado states once given the chance, anger lacing his voice. “We had no knowledge of the Rift, but we know that Akari came from it, and your Warden most likely did as well. He needs to be contained until we know he is unconnected to this current disaster. I’m telling you, this is an emergency that requires bending the treaties slightly.”

“And I’m telling you, if you so much as touch my Warden, you will be breaking the treaty, and declaring war,” came Irida’s simple reply.

Her words seemed to kill all the noise in Jubilife as they reached everyone. Kamado and Zisu both froze instantly. Ingo felt the temperature of his body drop, and he’s sure he shared Anvin’s expression of shock. Beni had been approaching, and paused mid-stride, disbelief in his eyes. The only one unaffected by her declaration was Adaman, who stepped forward to stand next to his fellow Clan Leader.

“You’ve seen what war can do, Kamado,” Irida says coldly. “Adaman and I have done all that we can to prevent war from ever touching the lands of Hisui again. But that doesn’t mean we aren’t prepared for it. We have people who remember the bloodied past of this land, and they remember one thing above all. When it came to war, we would win. The Pearl Clan would fight, and tear, and burn, and win.”

“He gets the point, Irida,” Adaman says, quickly cutting her off. “There’s no need to scare him into actually starting a fight.”

After a few moments of Irida looking him dead in the eye, Kamado brings his hand up to cough into, clearing his throat. It took another moment before he found the voice to talk. “We do not need that, Lady Irida. I will not do anything to Warden Ingo.” Ingo took this chance to step around Kamado to join Irida, standing behind her left shoulder. Kamado tracked his movement the entire way, and Ingo noticed that Beni had as well. “He is free to go, and I believe until this matter with the sky is resolved and we can have further talks, his contract with the Galaxy Team is suspended.”

“Good,” Irida says with a hint of anger and a hint of victory. “I’ll let Ingo decide on if he wishes to return when the time comes.” With that, she turns and begins to walk. “Come on, Ingo. We’re leaving.”

“Yes, ma’am.” Looking to Adaman, Ingo nods, then points his right hand forward, and his left out to the side pointing at the ground. “Remember to stay behind the yellow line. ALL ABOARD!”

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As the trio walked into the Obsidian Fieldlands, both Adaman and Irida deflated slightly.

“Never do anything like that again, Irida,” Adaman wheezed out as the adrenaline left his system. “For a moment I thought he would banish us, and call your bluff.”

“He’s too much of a coward,” Irida says, trying to keep her composure somewhat. “Honestly, it all started coming out before I could contain it. His attitude, the way he disrespected people who trusted and was working with. It was disgusting, and it infuriated me!”

“I’m glad you had a better read on him than I did, because I thought he was too angry to listen to reason,” Adaman says with a shaky laugh as he straightens back up. “I thought you were too angry, too.”

“So you were actually going to back me up?” Irida asks with a smile, softening for a moment. “That’s reassuring, thank you.”

Ingo keeps walking a bit, giving the conversation some space as he tries to collect his thoughts. His chance to regain his memories in Jubilife is likely gone now. Gripping the brim of his hat tighter, he looks up at the sky. Sickly green, bruised by red clouds. Like the morning before a deadly storm.

‘Best of luck, Miss Akari. I’ll make sure to conduct my Ladies to you.’

#pokemon legends arceus #pokemon ingo #pokemon irida #pokemon adaman #pokemon kamado #submas #the trains have eaten me #my writing #I remember seeing someone mention that irida would be so angry if kamado tried to threaten ingo and I had to write #I haven't written in so long and then I cranked this out in a day #pokemon legends arceus spoilers #I almost forgot that tag lul #this was great practice for the bigger fic #I need to finish outlining the last few chapters and get started on it while I have free time #submas fic

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