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frimoussette88 · 2 months

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Alors j'espère qu'un jour je pourrais faire l'amour À une personne sincère qui n'me jouera pas d'tour J'en ai vraiment assez de donner sans retour J'suis saoulé d'm'aimer, moi sans l'âme-sœur, c'est lourd Mais sachez tout de même que sur scène, grâce à vous J'ai l'impression d'être loin de ce monde de fous Car j'écris quand j'me plante Et je ris quand je danse Et je vis quand je chante Et, pour tout ça, j'te dis merci

Mr/Mme - Loïc Nottet (x)

(approximative translation of the song under the cut)

Mr/Ms

Good evening, Sir, Madam, today, I'll tell you everyting I prefer to address you familiarly 'cause I don't like formalities I find that they age people and I want to stay young A kid for life, without tissues nor screams So, here we go, I'll tell you everyting about the drama that I'm living Every day in hell, this is where I stand I'd like to go away, escape far away from everything From this crazy world, to go I don't know where

This world strangles me, crushes me and burns me Destroys me, prevents me from living in my bubble So I would like to leave, far from everything, just flee Let me run far away, leaving this world to be banished If God says suicide is a sin, then Let him tell me how to go without hurting him Let him turn me into what doctors call "insane" And, then, maybe I'll see clear in this fog

So, dear Mr G, help me, love me 'Cause I can't make it in this world that I see In this world of struggle where men are just brutes Where love is nothing more than quarells and disputes

I'd like to write a world for myself, a planet just for me A planet on which I would feel like myself A chainless renewal, free from hatred A planeton which you'd give me wings A new universe where tears and sorrows Would only be myths, just a fucking urban legend So let me go away Tell me how to run away Enough questions asked, just let me be, I want to leave it all

The only thing that I like in your creation of Man Is that he can dream every night, just like kids Wether we're old, young, naughthy, nice or even ugly We have the right to dream even with nothing in our pockets As a beggar, I implore the evening, I beg for hope But the night is stingy, Madam keeps her morphine Because I didn't pay or, at least, not enough Born of parents without wealth, she denies me the moon Since, of course, in this world we can't live without these numbers Which your children have turned into evil monsters Every month, you earn some Every day, you loose some The bill is steep, I'm giving it back and leaving hell

It's true, I may be admitting I'm defeated, I admit it, I own up to it Life's eating me up with a nasty taste of bitterness So hear me scream, pour all of my guts out In this song that recounts the life of pessimist idiot I feel fucking lonely No one to hold my hand No one to share this fucking glory with I walk alone on this hopeless path I speed up but no one is waiting for me at the end

So, every night I drink, I get shit-faced To forget that, in the end, succes gets you lonely Few friends, no life, I'm trapped with no air Lots of ennemies, no more nights out, God I need a guide Some morons will say that I'm exagerating, that I'm making a fuss But fuck those assholes 'cause I'm young and I'm struggling In my head, it's chaos Who turned the light off? Mom I can't see clear anymore, I need some enlightenment

First comes happiness when you feed your heart With true love that soothes your pains You forget your misfortune but, in the end, it's just a decoy In this jerks' generation, filled with liars Once your heart is broken, no need to summon it Loneliness barges in, it comes fast to find you It doesn't wait for you to open the door. No! It comes in without knocking Your blues are a snack for it to gobble up

So, who are you? Deep down, do you know? 'Cause I don't know who I am anymore, I'm lost My ambition is great, hard to satisfy My happiness holds a bitter flavor So, Sir, Madam, I admit it, I'm miserable And yet I'm living off my childhood dream But I can't help it, there's always something missing This and that, over there, always more, this is how I am

So I hope that someday I'll get to make love to a sincere person who won't play tricks on me I'm really fed up of giving without getting anything back I'm sick and tired of loving myself, being without a soulmate is unbearable But even so, know that on stage, thanks to you guys I feel like I'm far away from this crazy world 'Cause I write when I mess up And I laugh when I dance And I live when I sing And for all of that, I tell you: Thank you!

#loic nottet #loic nottet edit #music #belgian singer #belgium #fanart #gifset #my edit #this song #this FUCKING song #have you really lived if you never heard it?#not only heard but LISTENED to it?#the lyrics #his voice #the rawness of his performance #give this man the fucking recognition he deserves

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homemakinghippie · 3 months

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Things on My Crunchy Mom Baby Registry

Crib- I was going to do a bassinet and then transition to a floor bed when he got too big, then I thought we'd bedshare. Now we've decided to do a sidecar crib where we set it up right next to our bed with no rail between us so I can reach him.

Bottle Nipples- We're going to use mason jars as bottles so I'm just getting nipples. There are a few brands that fit regular mouth mason jars. He'll only get maybe one bottle a day so my husband can have that time with him. He'll be mostly exclusively breast fed so I'm only getting a few.

Manual breast pumps- Like I said I'll be mostly feeding him "from the tap" 😂 but I want to get a Haakaa and Boon Trove to catch letdown on the side he doesn't nurse and build my stash that way so meyhusband can do feedings. They're also good for helping with clogged ducts and whatnot so there's that too.

Silicone pouches- Store bought baby food and applesauce pouches have microplastics since they're generally pasteurized in the pouch. I don't plan on doing purees, but applesauce is an easy snack on the go I still eat as an adult 😂

Cloth diaper inserts- I plan to cloth diaper so my mom is actually sewing me all of my diapers, but I told her I'd take care of buying inserts since 30 diapers is a lot lol. I plan on doing a mix of pockets and covers so I'm getting flats and prefolds mostly.

Cloth wipes- To go with the cloth diapers I'm going to try cloth wipes. I figure it shouldn't be much more laundry and they can be used as cleaning rags in like 10 or so years when I'm done having kids (or saved for them to use).

Wet bags- These are for the diapers and wipes until wash day. I might get a hamper or something to put it in like you do with trash bags and bins, but I also might just have a bag sitting 😂.

Diaper sprayer- I'm not convinced I need this, but I've heard it makes spraying 💩 off diapers easier.

SO. MANY. BOOKS.- My mom is a librarian and reading is just really important to my husband and I so the majority of my registry is books 😂. Most of them are physical books, but I do have a Yoto player and some cards to go with it. A Yoto player is basically an audiobook machine, and the one I'm getting works as a clock as well.

Baby wraps/carriers- I plan to baby wear pretty much all day so I have lots of carrier types so I can have him with me all the time. I plan to contact nap and I don't want to be forced to lay down with him lol.

Sleep sacks- It can get pretty cold where I live and my husband likes to keep the house cooler anyway, so since he can't have a blanket I'll have these.

Adjustable high chair- Dangling feet can mess with their hips so I'm making sure to get a high chair that lets me adjust where the foot rest is so his feet are flat on it.

Car seat with a high rear facing limit- It's best to wait until they max out their car seat's rear facing limits to switch them so I'm getting one that goes up to 50lbs.

Washable play mat- For diaper changes, tummy time, and sensory bins when he's older. The one I'm getting also makes a great picnic blanket.

That's pretty much it besides a few teethers, clothes, and bath/health items. I could change my mind and decide other things are worth it later, but this is all I feel is necessary right now.

Things I'm NOT putting on my registry coming soon 🥰.

#crunchy mom #hippie mom #stay at home mom #momlife #motherhood #sahmomlife #sahm #homemaker #homemaking #traditional home #natural living #housewife #traditional gender roles #tradwife

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silent-dark-entries · 10 months

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It's been an hour into Neville's party and I'm ready to leave. You're probably thinking I'm a party pooper but trust me there are reasons. Firstly Cormac actually showed up!

Fred, George, Luna and I were tucked away in the corner when he walked in. Fred and George are wearing a huge blue polo between eachother both with one arm out either side, feeding eachother a blunt. We watched as he walked into the room, dressed as a prince coming to pick up his Damsel in distress. Hermione who had been stress drinking up to that point leapt into his arms in front of everyone.

Luna was the first to laugh.

Secondly, I'm way too drunk. Neville wasn't kidding about the damn Jungle Juice. It's a sweet, grey drink with jelly eyeballs floating around. I've had three full cups of it.

I'm sitting on the floor in front of The couch where Ron, Harry and the twins sit. I'm not sure what I'm really saying but it's making them laugh.

"You're fucked." The twins laugh out. I nod laughing along with them. Carefully I pick off a plate of food that Luna had fixed for me as Harry took over the conversation. I pile a couple a crisp in my mouth and look up to see Ron smiling down at me.

"Look." George says nodding his head behind me. Quickly I turn to look behind me. Just in time to see Cormac and Hermione exiting the party room. I can't help but to roll my eyes. This brings me to my last reason I want to leave. I miss Draco. Something about seeing Cormac with his arms around made my face turn hot. I'm not too proud to not admit my jealously. I wish Draco wasn't such an asshole and stayed how we were as kids. I wish people saw the Draco who calls me beautiful and holds me tight after sex.

Draco stayed with me, cuddled up on my twin sized mattress until it was time to get up. I had awakened to a dark room and Draco combing his hand through my hair. I listened to his thumping heart that had lulled me into a deep sleep.

"What time is it?" I groaned. Draco jumped to the sound of my voice almost like he didn't really expect me to ever wake up.

"Nine." Draco said as I sit up to look at him in the moonlight. I nod my head as I stretched my arms to the ceiling. "Do you want to go again?"

"I have to get ready I'm late for Neville's party." I said crossing my arms. "Plus I didn't really plan on having sex with you again until you apologize for what you said." Draco reaches over to the bedside table and flicks the lamp on to look at me.

"There's nothing wrong with keeping it a secret, Maisie." Draco snaps. "Telling people will involve people and hurt people-"

"Like Pansy?"

"Like Ron." Draco hisses. "Gods I am so sick of these names being thrown around. I don't know how else to convince you I don't like Pansy, and I never want to hear you use her name against me again." I look up at Draco for the first time since the argument started and nod.

"You're right." I say quietly. "I need to get ready." Draco leans in a kisses me sweetly on the lips. Too quick for me to fully enjoy. I watch from the stoop as Draco pulls his car off at full speed down a residential.

I look around the room for the first time in half an hour. Neville sits in the middle of Dean, Ginny and Lavender passing a bowl between each other. Ginny is another Weasley who switched schools for a better sporting opportunity like Dean. Seamus and one of the Botanist Flowers are walking around the dining room table where the snacks are set up piling up their plates.

"I think I want to go home." I say to the group.

"I'll walk you home." George says perking up.

"No, you creep." Ron scoffs. "I'll walk you home Maisie. I'll grab our coats."

Walking home with Ron is awkward. We haven't said anything since leaving Neville's. The moon is so bright it reflects off of the cars hood's. When we get to my door I notice my mum's car is in its place.

"Thank you Ron. I really appreciate it." I says patting my jacket for my keys. Ron smile at me before reaching into his pocket and pulling my keys out. "Ah, yes. Forgot about the whole drunk thing." Ron laughs and hands me the keys.

"I had fun with you tonight. I haven't really seen much of you this week." Ron says. I lean against the Opposite wall, mostly to keep myself standing.

"Yeah it's almost time for school applications. Lots of studying." I huff. " I should go in though. Thanks a lot, again, Weasley"

"Weasley? When have you ever addressed me by my sir name?" Ron says.

"What's the big deal. It's still your name...no?" I snap.

"You're with Draco too much." Ron laughs.

"Yeah you're telling me." I mummer. I turn to twist the lock when I see in the corner of my eye Ron leaning into me before placing a firm kiss on my temple.

"Have a great night, Maisie." Ron whispers before walking down pavement onto the street.

#draco #draco fanfiction #draco malfoy #draco smut #draco x reader #draco x y/n #harry potter #draco malfoy smut #hp fandom #hogwarts

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madjackbrock · 4 months

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“I'm hungry. Feed me.

You know it's going to make me grow faster. You're still going to do it. I don't have to force you.

Because you want to do it. You want to see how much I can devour. You want to see me swell. Stretch. Grow.

You're terrified. But you can't stop feeding me. You're waiting..hoping for the moment when my body finally rips apart these rags that normal, puny humans call clothes.

I'll never wear clothes again. Nothing will even be close to enough to cover me.

And still...you keep feeding me...”

Part One: The New Normal

The broad landscape of skyscrapers, what were once massive testimonials to the human conquest over physics, now look like nothing more than shaggy carpet fibers, supplying cushion for soft mountains of flesh. What structures haven’t been crushed by wide, hairy thighs, or the two supple, padded globes of towering glute cheeks, wait patiently in the cold shadow cast by a glutinous God. Waiting to be gently pushed aside, like little blades of grass, and swallowed over by a body that seems to continuously swell and rise, like heavily yeasted bread dough.

Despite being day, most of the little metropolis is trapped in a state of darkness. As the God’s massive, obese body selfishly claims the sun’s rays for Himself. Allowing its life sustaining radiation to warm and tan the fields of hairy, flab pooling off of His widening form. And helping His pronounced, heavy belly to better absorb all the nutrients it gleefully churns in its tank of merciless digestive acids.

The only life left under the giant is a small bay-side luxury shopping district. Most of which lay crushed under the weight of His enormous, musty ball sack. But a small pocket of this shopping center still finds itself fortunately intact, spared with the aid of the giant’s throbbing erection, which holds back His overlapping stomach like a thick tent pole.

Well, “fortunate” may not be the word the survivors would choose. The soft pads of belly fat hug the oblivious God’s stout mushroom head, applying just enough friction to tease His sensitive glans, as the monstrous rod bobs in frustrated demand.

With every rhythmic throb a bead of cum, about the size of a sedan, pushes itself free from His cavernous slit and lazily slides down to the surviving structures below, in long viscous ropes. All of the overpriced clothes and goods, made solely to display status for an elite few, find new purpose as glorified tissue, soaking up His seed. And as the older layers of spunk dry and harden, these surviving former kings and queens of society find themselves no better than fleas glued to flypaper. Struggling helplessly as fresh baby-batter continues to pool around them, slowly swallowing them in a mudslide of divine DNA.

But the God isn’t aware of any of this. His attention is laser focused on the shipping vessel slowly making its way into the harbor. A massive shipping container of supplies. Massive by our standards, anyway. The largest vessel humanity could pull from its fleet, stocked with enough food to feed the population of several small countries for a month.

The overloaded boat tugs along, struggling under the weight of its cargo. The closer it creeps to its target, the smaller it feels in comparison. The word’s nations had intended to offer up a hardy meal for their new ruler, but their best efforts had barely managed to scrape together a small snack.

Despite its meager offerings, the God’s stomach growls in greedy anticipation, like a wild predator smelling fresh meat. Expressing a ravenous hunger no mere mortal could begin to imagine. He watches with mounting excitement as the toy sized boat aims itself between His legs, which stretch out into the bay, forming a natural fleshy corral. His own make-shift feeding troth.

Meaty toes wiggle impatiently as the little shipping liner pushes its way past the ball of a stocky right foot. Only one half of a pair which rise from water like dangerous, imposing glaciers. Together they form a kind of symbolic gate, marking the entrance to the vessel’s hopeless pilgrimage. Humanities futile effort to slate an endless hunger.

Once finally within reach, strong chubby fingers descend from the heavens and wrap around their Twinkie-sized prize, indenting its powerful steel walls as if it were made of soft clay. The little container rises to its target at a terrifying rate: A cavernous maw, salivating in preparation for a fresh meal.

Even if the little grain-sized crew members had the time to jump ship, they hadn’t the energy left in their thin, emaciated bodies. Despite being surrounded by food, they still only sustained themselves on crumbs. Surviving on the barest of daily rations. Not even daring to entertain thoughts of touching the cargo meant for a higher purpose. An attitude that echoes across what remains of the world’s population.

In the end, their loyalty is rewarded with the ultimate universal lesson of divine truth. As they pass through the threshold of God’s hungry lips, they realized there is no difference between themselves and the mounds of food they’ve been hauling for days. The cargo, themselves, even the ship itself, is nothing more than a bundle of calories. This has been their true identity all along. This was their fate. This was the fate of the entire world.

Within two bites it was all gone. Every crumb. And though it wasn’t much, it was enough. Closing his eyes, the giant senses a warm familiar feeling wash over him. A tingling of sorts. The feeling of molecules multiplying in ways unfamiliar to science.

It can only be described as orgasmic; feeling the body swell as it claims more of the world around it for itself. Feeling the earth yield beneath untold weight, feeling it sink as existing fissures deepen and grow, and new ones spread like spiderwebs. The feeling of clouds haloing around Your head as it ascends into them, forming a sort of crown befitting only a God of such immense stature. Of such immense girth.

But like all ecstasies, this feeling is fleeting. It dissipates slowly, once again being replaced with a familiar hunger. And as He opens up His eyes, taking in the beauty offered by His newly improved vantage point, the giant scans the horizon for his next meal.

It should be here soon.

Work as hard as you can. You’re only delaying the inevitable. You’re all destined to be my snacks, or washed away in the flood of my lust.

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silvormoon · 2 years

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Drabble list, 32, Yuugo & Shingo, plz!

Well, this was longer and heavier than I expected. (also my bakery fixation is showing)

"Have you been stealing Sora's snacks again?"

Shingo, who had been wandering aimlessly around the garage, looked guiltily back at Yuugo.

"I have not," he lied.

"You have been, haven't you?" Yuugo persisted. "You've been stealing Sora's snacks."

"Of course I haven't! Why would you say that?" Shingo blustered.

"Because you're sugar high."

"Am not!'

"Are too."

"Am not!"

"You're bouncing around like a ping-pong ball," said Yuugo.

Shingo looked guiltily down at his hands. He had picked up some sort of complicated socket wrench without realizing it, and had been twirling it through his fingers like a baton. It dawned on him that he had also made at least fifty circuits of Queen's Garage since they'd gotten here. Of course, he already knew that Shingo was correct on every point, but it irked him to be so transparent.

"Okay, fine, I ate some of his snacks," he admitted. "But it was only one cupcake. Or maybe two. Three at the most." He hesitated. "Actually I lost count. It could have been four. But in my defense, they were banana cupcakes with caramel filling and vanilla frosting with salted caramel drizzle and chopped walnuts on top."

Yuugo considered the weight of this evidence.

"That does sound good," he admitted. "Wish you'd saved one for me." He set aside the part he'd been tinkering with. "But you'd better buy some more or Sora's going to hit the roof when he finds out. And Nico will chew you out again. And probably Yuuya too."

Shingo was forced to admit that this was probably the case.

"Okay, fine," he said. "I'll go to the bakery and bring back another couple of dozen. That should make everybody happy."

"I'll come too," said Yuugo.

He put his tools away. Shingo waited patiently while Yuugo cleaned up after himself and made sure the garage was locked down tight before they left. Shingo might be willing to play games with Sora, and even risk the wrath of Yuuya and Nico, but this garage was Sakaki Yoko's territory and no one messed with her. Shingo had it on good authority that even the local villains treated her with reverence. The team's own personal bete noir was in the habit of sending her elaborate floral arrangements for birthdays and holidays, and Shingo had a feeling that if he was the reason why her garage got robbed because he'd distracted Yuugo from locking up properly, there would be nowhere on Earth he could safely hide.

"I don't get why you keep doing that," said Yuugo, once they'd finally set out on the road to the bakery.

"Do what?" Shingo asked. He was still half lost in speculation about what he would have to do should he ever get on Mrs. Sakaki's bad side.

"Keep stealing Sora's cupcakes and stuff," said Yuugo. "I mean, I like snacks as much as the next guy..."

That was an understatement. Yuugo's super-speeder metabolism meant that he was more or less an appetite on legs.

"...but you've got more money than you can spend. You could buy a whole bakery for yourself if you wanted," said Yuugo. "And we've got Nico making sure we always have food around, and we've got that trainee chef Michie sent to intern with us. So why do you keep stealing Sora's food?"

"I dunno," said Shingo. He thought about it as he walked along. Why did he always seem to gravitate towards swiping Sora's sweets? Was it just because they were there and Shingo had a sweet tooth?

"I mean, it just seems kind of mean sometimes," Yuugo went on. "I mean, Sora nearly died as a kid because his parents wouldn't feed him right, so he's kinda sensitive about it. And Nico goes out of his way to buy that stuff just for him. Sometimes he pays for it out of his own pocket."

"Maybe that's why," Shingo mumbled.

Yuugo looked at him. "What do you mean?"

"I dunno," said Shingo. He kicked at a stray pebble. "Maybe I'm a little jealous."

"Jealous? Of Sora?" asked Yuugo. "How come? Because he gets special attention?"

"Kind of," said Shingo. "I mean, it's not just that. It's more like... well, you know how it is with me and my dad, right?"

Yuugo nodded. He did know. He had been present for some of their fights. Things between them were a little easier now that Shingo had moved into the YouShow business full time, but things were still far from perfect. They had spent too much time being dysfunctional together to just shove it all aside and be a happy family again overnight.

"Well, it's like... Yuuya's so close to his parents. They're all crazy about each other. And Mr. Sakaki looks after you and Yuuto, and Mrs. Sakaki even lets you hang out in her garage. And Yuzu and Rin get along great with Mr. Hiiragi, and Gon-chan is great with his dad, and Mr. Akaba got his own <I>leg</I> blown off for his kid, and Nico has pretty much adopted Sora... Sometimes I feel like I'm the only one around here who missed out on the family department. So yeah, I'm a little jealous that Sora has someone to bring him cupcakes."

They walked for a little while in silence.

"Man," said Yuugo. "That's a lot heavier than I expected."

"Yeah, well," said Shingo. He forced a smile. "Maybe I just really like caramel-banana cupcakes with vanilla frosting."

Yuugo laughed. "That's a pretty good reason, too."

They reached the bakery.

"We're closing in ten minutes," said the woman at the counter. "Whatever you're buying, make it fast."

"Then just throw some of whatever you've got in a couple of boxes and name a price," said Shingo. "I just need anything as long as it's sweet."

"Can do," said the woman cheerfully. She took out a white bakery box and began filling it with whatever was left on the shelves.

Yuugo was watching this procedure with interested eyes.

"Hey," he said, "how much for me to get one of those boxes of random stuff, too?"

"Oh, I don't know," said the woman. "Say... a thousand yen each?"

Yuugo rummaged in his pockets. "I have eight-fifty."

"I think we can compromise on that," she said with a smile.

Well, that wasn't surprising, Shingo thought, as he paid for his own boxes. Yuugo loved sweet things almost as much as Sora did - or Shingo himself, for that matter. Now that Yuugo was earning some money of his own, of course he would want to spend it on something good to eat.

Shingo didn't think about the matter much until the next morning, when he came down for breakfast and found an arrangement of bakery boxes on the kitchen counter. Two were the ones he had placed there himself, with Sora's name written across them. The third had a note taped to it, written in Yuugo's uncertain handwriting. Literacy wasn't his strong suit, so it took Shingo a second or two to realize that it read, "Special Snacks for Shingo from his Family."

I am going to do something extra-nice for him later, Shingo thought. Like maybe buy him that blue motorcycle he's been pining after.

He was still taking this in when Sora breezed into the kitchen. He spotted the bakery boxes, said, "Oh, cool, snacks!" and opened one. It happened to be Shingo's, which galvanized him to action.

"Hey, you can't take that! That's mine!" he protested.

"Well, you're always stealing mine!" Sora said.

"Yeah, but Yuugo bought me that special!" Shingo protested. "Anyway, that's why I bought you all of those! You should eat those!"

Sora looked at the other two boxes. "You bought those? I figured they were from Nico."

"No. I got them for you to apologize for stealing your stupid cupcakes!"

"Oh," said Sora. He considered. Then he shrugged and took a bite out of the doughnut he'd just stolen. "Then you can have one of mine, I guess."

"That's not how it works!" Shingo objected, but it was clearly too late. Sora was gone, and so was the doughnut. Fuming, he rummaged through the boxes to pick out the best of what was available.

I wonder what it's like to have a normal family? he mused.

But he supposed it didn't really matter. Whatever it was like, that wasn't what he had.

But he had to admit, the one he had was pretty good too.

#prompts #yugioh arc v

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charofthestars · 2 years

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You always make fun of me for not being able to cook so... I'd like to try and cook you something for a change as a thank you for every snack you've passed to me when I drop by during my patrols. It'll be terrible and it'll probably be singed, but I'll try my hardest anyway. Maybe we could eat and chat about our days while curled up on the couch together. You work yourself to the bone. I want you to relax and take a break with me.

Charlie chuckles, and tucks his hands into his pockets. “ Hey, my dad had to eat a few burned things I made before I got the hang of it. Maybe after this you’ll keep cooking for me, until you learn a few things. ” Feeding someone was such an important part of his love language. Being fed back was as good as a love poem. Even if the edges were a little too crisp. “ You drive a hard bargain, but I think I could handle all that. You’ll be getting a break too. Don’t think you don’t deserve it. ”

Questionable dinner and couch cuddles for the win!

#i hear the universe calling my name (asks);#is there anyone out there? (anon);#( 👀 I think I know which boy this is……)

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monicahar · 2 years

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What they'd do in Valentines!

characters ; childe, thoma, xiao, kazuha, scaramouche, ayato, zhongli, ganyu, ei, kokomi, yae, yoimiya (all my faves!!)

In which they spend the day of love with their significant other: you.

CHILDE would immediately think of treating you to an extravagant dinner, but then he recalls your appreciation for much simpler things. So he decides, a picnic at a nearby beach would be enough to satisfy you. A spectacle view of the ocean, comforting breezes, delicious meals and your lovely boyfriend all at once. He doesn't mind clearing out the area of any monsters too, heh. And oh no! Don't get mad at the suspiciously luxurious looking food he brought though! He promises he made them on his own! ;-;

THOMA had been waiting for this day for a long time—asking for a day off in this specific day and saving up every single bit of mora he can to bring you out to your favourite restaurant and order all your comfort food! He'd even bring a bouquet of your most liked flora, tucking one of the stem behind your ear with a loving smile, and now matter how many times you insist, NO! He doesn't want you to pay for anything today, so kindly shove that wallet of yours back in your pocket, okay?

XIAO doesn't have an inkling of what to do in Valentines day. Sure, he's observed the many mortals who latch onto each other while making kissy faces so he atleast knows that it's something about love. But he doesn't actually know what to do in the face of an actual lover, so take the reins, will you? Guide him through, bring him to the harbor once, snack on some tofu atop the mountains of Jueyun, take his hand and kiss it, and his lips after. The blush he gives is always worth it.

KAZUHA who pours his heart out to you. Instead of giving you small bits of his flirtatious haikus, he gives you all at once for this specific day. Hand in hand with the samurai as he quiet mutters haikus that occasionally make you giggle, loud enough for you to hear, but low enough to keep monsters at bay. Once you both halt, and rest atop a warm rock, he lulls you to sleep on his shoulder with a relaxing tune of his lead flute.

SCARAMOUCHE forgets about it. He honestly wasn't even gonna bother doing anything special until you started pouting the entire day, having expected more from him. "What's up with you?" He rudely asked with a quip of a brow. "Nothing." Why did he ask even though he knew, haha. You sigh to yourself thinking that's probably it, retreating to your home at the wash of disappointment. When the night arrives and you both are snuggling into each other for warmth, he speaks up. "I'll take you out tomorrow...so don't ignore me, got it?"

AYATO chooses a work date. Having to go out for Valentines would disrupt his schedule entirely. He can't exactly neglect his job as the head of the Yashiro Commission, so he proposed a solution. Doing work while you're both hanging out! His office is more lively than usual as he teases and flirts with you, making you redden but nonetheless feed him mochis since his hands are "too busy", apparently. You say you hate it when he teases you, but he knows more than anyone that you don't plan to leave his office anytime soon.

ZHONGLI invites you into Jueyun, respectfully standing beside him while he drinks tea, sitting on a stone table where he used to drink with his close comrades while looking into the horizon. "Are you sure I should be here...?" You ask, knowing his history as Rex Lapis. He hums, sipping his tea as he nods his head. "I brought you here, because I know she would've loved to meet you." It doesn't really feel like a date, but it is akin to someone introducing their lover to their family. He's a grandpa, what'd you expect?

GANYU cries to herself as you try to reassure her. Apparently, Cloud Retainer taught her that you're supposed to make babies in Valentines day, and she had fully came prepared for that. "I'm sorry...I didn't know..." She weeps in embarrassment, and you sweatdrop at the teachings of the adeptus crane. "Aha...it's not your fault." You muttered as you rub her back in circles. Thankfully, everything about the dilemma is forgotten, and you both enjoy her day off together, ending it with soft kisses. I don't mind the first part

EI finds the entire ordeal foreign. When you visit her realm and ask her out for the day, she tilts her head. "Why not do it here...?" Cue yourself explaining why this particular day is important for couples lol. "Oh...but I have to medita—" "I'll buy dangos." Oh, welp, consider her sold. She quietly nips at her newly bought dango, while you both traverse Chinju Forest, talking to tanukis along the way and bathing together in the waters. She thinks the creatures are such good listeners! A new type of meditation perhaps?

KOKOMI tells you about these fishes that glow in the moonlight, and invites you for a swim. It's alright even if you can't swim, she'll entrap you both in a bubble for air anyways. With a bit of reluctance, you two descend into the depths during the evening, and nothing particularly catches your eye until Kokomi flicks her wrist and summons a barrage of glowing fish, immediately encircling you both as you marvel at the sight. Unbeknownst to you, she's fondly staring at your awestruck expression, a smile creeping on her face.

YAE prefers to do these type of things in discreet. She opts for a more peaceful setting like under a cherry tree, insisting you lay your head on her lap while she reads a novel and sips her tea. She remains quiet as you continue your slumber, her figure occasionally slouching as she sneakily kisses your lips in your sleep. For someone who actively seeks entertainment in the human realm, she thinks that this type of date isn't so bad after all. Hah...if only she had a kamera to capture your sleeping face.

YOIMIYA ushers you to a spot far away from Inazuma City, joining you as she sits herself on top of a cliff, facing the opposite direction of where the festival is supposed to happened. You voice out your confusion as to why you're so far out here, worried glancing back at the city before she giggles, taking your chin to look at the same direction she's facing. "Look here." You don't have time to sya anything else when fireworks start popping. It might not be as large as the others, but the fact that it's solely reserved for you two makes up for it.

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hey-hamlet · 2 years

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OK so, I'm pretty sure you mentioned that Izuku is aroace in the Transmigration au (and maybe trans?) while also mentioning that most of 1-a loves him/likes him at some point. So my question is this: when did they collectively realize they all like the same person or when did various characters realize they like him (ie Todoroki, Iida, Uraraka, etc) and how did they react?

He's shrodingers trans guy - he's trans when i think it would be fun, and hes not trans when it would require me thinking about plot holes haha. But yes, he's 100% aroace! I'll give you a few notable examples.

Katsuki:

Izuku swore back at him during the heroes vs villains exercise and he blushed. He tried to convince himself it was due to rage and failed. He then lay on the ground for a solid 10 seconds after being judo flipped having a very speedy gay panic. He expresses his crush by pegging food at the back of Izuku's head, proclaiming that 'the shitty nerd won't be able to stand up to me if he doesn't fucking eat lunch'.

He didn't have a moment of "oh everyone likes deku" he just walked into class the first day with Izuku surrounded by a little crowd of students, all eating snacks from his bag, and just. Died a little on the inside.

Todoroki:

"It's your quirk, not his!" Really fucking hammered it home, but he'd been quietly crushing on Izuku the second the boy handed him a strawberry milk on the first day of class. He realised he was one of many when around 8 people looked like they wanted to rip his face off when he challenged Izuku at the sports festival.

Uraraka

Crush at first sight. Izuku was bright-eyed, sweet, complemented her quirk and smiled when he wished her good luck. She was like "oh my god hes like a little chipmunk. i want to put him in my pocket and run away with him", and then he saved her life and held her hair back when she puked and she was like "oh. oh no. this isn't going away." She did call her parents to rant about the 'impossibly cute - really how is that fair??' boy immediately after the exam.

Sports festival ended up being an excuse to beat the shit out of both her competition and the people she didn't think treated Deku well enough. (Katsuki is both)

Iida

Started as admiration because Izuku was just an impossibly perfect hero in terms of personality and Iida was like "right! i will follow this boy until i die." even if the guy would not know what a rule was if it smacked him in the face.

Turned into a crush when, after Stain was defeated, Izuku wrapped him up in a big hug, lightly smacked him across the back of the head, and said "don't you dare do anything that stupid again or i will force-feed you soda until your quirk stops working. no one will enjoy that! don't make me!!" And Todoroki and Iida started laughing hysterically while Izuku pulled a surprisingly large amount of first aid supplies out of his belt and proceeded to treat literally everyone, including Stain.

Has been aware of the class' collective crush mostly the whole time. He tries to keep everyone from doing anything too weird about it, especially because he's aware Izuku is aroace. He's not upset about it, he just really doesn't want to make Izuku uncomfortable!

Aoyama

Shiny.

Ok, but elaborating, he was like "damn. pretty child" from the beginning and thought his quirk was just the snazziest thing, and then he realised Izuku's quirk hurt him and he was like "oh. we are The Same" and he just hard bonded. And then Izuku was nice to him and understood his cheese message and Aoyama was like "We will have a summer wedding. All Might will say our vows. I will have the world's shiniest tux."

#izuku is totally unaware of the crushes #if he wasn't hed be very flustered! but not uncomfortable #asks #bnha au #transmigrator au

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JJK Week Day 1 - Sports AU

Prompt by @jujutsukaisenweek

A/N: Phew, just made it within the hour! I'm not great with sports, so I had to really rack my brain for this one. It's pure fluff and overall I'm pretty glad with how it turned out ^^

I ended up going with a rather niche sport because maybe I just wanted an excuse to put Nanami in jodhpurs, sue me. Though the visuals indicate Polo, I leave it to your imaginations whether it's Dressage, Horse Racing or Jumping! Indulgent sexy, expensive EquestriaNanamin. Enjoy!

WC: 3.9K

Warnings: None, unbeta'd though

Genre: Fluff, Romance, Humour

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"Kaito, good morning! Did you rest well?"

As usual, Kaito ignores you, merely releases a huff through his nostrils and stamps his feet.

"Ok, ok I'll get a move on. It's so stuffy, you think I like spending that much time around here?"

Kaito jerks his head to the side with a snort, impatiently indicating you should start your duties for the day. You feel his gaze, somehow both bored and boring into your back as you amble over to the corner where all the equipment is kept.

"I had that dream again last night, of your friend," you remark casually as you pick up a broom and dustpan. Kaito grunts noncommittally, familiar with where the story's headed as you start to sweep.

"Felt like a movie in slo-mo, even though he executed each round in typical, flawless fashion. And maintaining his composure out there in sweltering weather too, it must get hot under that helmet but gosh - the way those blonde locks gleam under the sun," you muse, leaning on your broom. Kaito looks down his nose at you. With scorn, you're sure.

"What? I can't help it," you sigh, starting to bustle around again, "he's almost as pretty as you, which is fitting I suppose. Though these dreams are kinda driving me crazy, what do you think I should do?"

Kaito contributes nothing to the conversation of course, because he is, in fact, a horse. And couldn't care less about human matters, especially those of the heart. It seems he does the equine equivalent of a nonchalant shrug as he lowers his head to his feed bucket.

Well, it's not like you expected him to understand anyway, but at least the animal was a pair of ears that would endure your idle chatter, in a way most people capable of comprehending human language wouldn't.

Dumping the contents of the dustpan into the bin, you continue, "Actually, you performed pretty splendidly that afternoon as well! You two are finally starting to get along huh?"

Kaito nickers softly, and you wonder if it's an indication of assent, till you peer into the trough.

"Oh, you want more oats? I'm not supposed to give you so much for breakfast though, they say you're particularly food motivated..."

There's a rustling sound as Kaito tosses his mane petulantly and you laugh, reaching out your hand to pat the creature's thick, strong neck

"Ok, ok you already smelled them on me huh? Just don't tell anyone." You pull a Pink Lady out of your pocket, presenting it on your open palm. Kaito draws a giggle from you as his velveteen lips tickle your hand.

"Fine, I'll keep this a secret but in exchange you gotta give me some advice, Kaito. I don't wanna be kept up by thoughts of your handsome friend, how can I get a better night's rest-"

"You might try some chamomile tea."

Startled by the sudden voice, you drop the half eaten fruit, having the sense to nudge it under some loose hay behind your heels. Kaito huffs in irritation as his sweet snack disappears, his head dipping behind the stall gate to chase it.

"M-Mr Nanami? What- what are you doing here? Practice doesn't start for another hour."

"Two hours actually," he says drily. He strides toward you and your eyes are drawn to the shapely curves of his calves accentuated by the shin-high leather riding boots. Your gaze quickly flits up over the taut seams along his strong thighs highlighted by slim-fitted khakis (it wouldn't do for him to notice your eyes lingering just below that belt buckle.) You also notice Nanami isn't wearing his typical blazer today, meaning the way the buttons of his Oxford shirt strain against that muscled chest is on full display before you.

The smooth swell of fabric comes to a stop directly in front of you, and you hear the sonorous bass reverberate from somewhere deep within those plush pectorals.

"I thought I might catch the criminal who was making my steed so pudgy."

You wrench your eyes from Nanami's chest, instantly regretting it as you meet his stern gaze in those coffee brown irises, a dark-roast arabica scrutinizing your guilty expression and how you gulp down any excuses.

"I-I'm sorry, sir," you stammer, opting for a straightforward demonstration of remorse, but the corners of his mouth only twitch further down.

"If he puts on more weight, that means at least another hour of exercise - and who do you think has to be the one responsible for making him canter around in the hot sun?"

He shakes his head as you stumble over another apology, caught in your lungs as you abruptly catch a whiff of his cologne when he bends past you to snatch up the discarded fruit, your brain short-circuiting on an aroma of verbena, crisp linens and just a hint of basil.

"Now who could be such a careless criminal, leaving their evidence out in the open?" Nanami frowns at the apple core he has pinched by the stem between thumb and forefinger, examining it with forensic focus.

You snatch it back to stuff it in your pocket, mumbling, "I don't do it daily and it was just going to be the one, I swear-"

Your sentence gets cut off by a distinct thump as another apple, this time green in colour, drops from your pocket in your haste to hide the proof of your original misdemeanor. You feel both you and Nanami's gaze track the fruit as it rolls to a stop by his ankle.

There's a prolonged moment of silence before your voice cracks it, laced with shame. "I - that one's mine, I was saving it to eat later."

You stoop to swiftly retrieve the Granny Smith, deliberately ignoring the way Nanami stiffens when your shoulder inadvertently brushes against his thigh on your way back up.

You dust it off against your shirt, taking an exaggeratedly large bite.

"Mmhhh, yep, I just love apples of all kinds," you declare, willing your tears not to spill past the edges of your ducts as the sour flesh bursts across your taste buds.

"Well, that makes two of us here then," Nanami calmly delivers his observation as he plucks the first apple from your hand, turning to give it to Kaito who eagerly finishes it.

Perhaps three, he thinks to himself as he watches you from the corner of his eye, valiantly chomping your way through the unpleasantly tart apple, wholly committed to your fib while he discretely admires the iridescent twin trails tracked across your face, one of a single tear gliding across your cheek, and the other of the juice glistening as it dribbles past your lips down your chin.

"Perhaps we'd better get rid of that evidence." He stretches an open palm toward you, expectant. "Your breath will smell of apples."

You chuckle, "Nobody's gonna get close enough for tha-"

Suddenly you feel the texture of leather clasped against your cheek, a gloved thumb brushing at the corner of your eyes and a forefinger swiping against your lower lip, causing you to gasp aloud. Shocked, you drop the apple into his waiting hand.

"You're being plenty obvious in other ways, young lady," Nanami remarks, inspecting the fruit, turning it around. Then, he takes a cautious nibble, directly over where your mouth had been molded across its flesh, moments ago. He grimaces as acidity invades his senses, squinting at you with one eye open as your jaw drops wide.

"You genuinely enjoy this variety too?"

"Um...not gonna lie, some are better than others," you admit.

"Well, good thing we have someone who can appreciate apples of any species then." Somehow the timbre of Nanami's chuckle invites just as much warmth to flood your cheeks as his grazing touch had earlier.

Kaito releases a pleased huff, delighted by his master's unexpected generosity.

"Sorry about er, the extra exercise he'll have to do later."

Nanami dismisses you with a wave of his hand, lowering it to affectionately rub between his horse's ears.

"Kaito's supposed to be on a diet, as you well know. Or are you perhaps new around here?"

You shake your head. "No, I started about half a year ago. I just transferred over from the evening shift."

"Ah, hence the late nights. You must still be adjusting."

"Sort of," you say sheepishly, scarlet returning in a riptide as you regard the true source of your sleeplessness gazing at you with an indiscernible expression.

"Actually, uh, you weren't out there listening for long, were you?"

"Just long enough to catch you bribing my partner and skiving off work." Nanami raises a brow. "Is there something else I should know?"

"N-no, just er...Kaito's stools were a little firmer than usual?"

You want to smack yourself - did you just really resort to discussing manure with the most expensive smelling man you've encountered?

But instead of the quizzical or disgusted expression you anticipate, a slightly more serious one settles over his face.

"I see, I'll bring it up with his vets. Thank you for telling me, and for taking such good care of him."

You beam, a sense of pride bubbling up within you. "Of course, it's my job, which I had better get back to - before you make a complaint to my superiors." You quip, sauntering to the back of the stables.

You glance behind you, surprised to see him follow you while rolling his sleeves up, revealing forearms flexing with thick tendons and braided steel.

"Sir?"

"Allow me to assist you," he explains, broad fingers curling around a pitchfork.

"Mr Nanami, I couldn't possibly. I promise I can manage fine, despite what you've seen - or heard - of my work ethic."

"I have a couple of hours to kill, remember?" He hoists a hay bale to the side, biceps bulging beneath his shirt, the strong lines of his sternum arching prominent for a moment. Somehow, all the excuses have perished in your throat.

The two of you work wordlessly, efficiently, like this for a while, till you meet back up at Kaito's stall, grasping the animal's bedding beneath your arms. After depositing it on the floor, you watch Nanami fasten straps of the saddle around his steed with practiced ease, movements mesmerizing in their effortless sequence.

"Adjust his reins for me, please," he requests, not looking up from his task. You comply, worn leather snaking through your palms as you feed it through loops and buckles.

"You're rather likeable, I think."

You clutch the reins, caught off guard by the random comment.

"E-excuse me?"

Nanami walks around to Kaito's head, playing with his mane as he stands near you.

"I've been with this guy for the past seven years, and haven't seen him warm up to any stranger as fast as he has with you. So, he likes you."

"He likes them apples," you joke with a wink at Nanami, whose lip twitches.

He shakes his head, "Somehow I doubt it's just that. Even for me, it took three years before he allowed me to develop a bond. With an abundance of sugar cubes. So, you must be something special."

Nanami leans toward you, peering deep into your eyes.

"R-rein it in?"

You see perplexity, then embarrassment, descend over his features at your reaction, as Nanami quickly glances away.

"I - I meant, the reins. Did you want me to take them in any further than this?"

"Oh." Nanami examines the tension of the straps with a light tug before nodding at you, leaving them in your hands as he heads out to open the gates beyond the paddock.

You lead Kaito out of his stall, waiting patiently for Nanami to return. When he does, he has a pair of helmets in his hands. You look at him, puzzled, as he holds one out to you.

"We have to exercise him, to make up for earlier," a small smile lines Nanami's lips and you feel your heart race.

"Sorry, I think I lost you after we."

Nanami exhales amusement through his nose at your apparent obtuseness.

"You're the one responsible for fattening him up recently, aren't you? Besides, Kaito will burn more calories with the weight of two on him. Plus, you're already wearing jodhpurs."

"I - I don't know if it's a good idea, we aren't all that familiar-"

"It's fine. He trusts you, I can tell." Nanami gets down on one knee to assist you, before glancing up and hesitating, as if something's just occurred to him. "Unless - what you said just now - 'we aren't all that familiar', you meant...us?"

It's the first time he's spoken so haltingly, all assurance vanished. From this angle, with Nanami knelt before you in an uncomfortable position, an even more uncomfortable fuchsia tint dawning on his face, you see an unbearably adorable anxiousness cloud his eyes.

"You know, I mentioned Kaito's poop earlier," you remark, taking the helmet and snapping its clasps beneath your chin. You see Nanami's brows furrow at this apparent non-sequitur, even as you note the relief pooling in his gaze as you accept his suggestion.

"So I'm definitely doing this out of pure concern for your horse's health," you declare, ignoring the tantalizing prospect of Nanami's thighs and the palms crossed above them. Instead, you slip your foot into the stirrup and launch your other leg up over the saddle in one fluid motion.

Nanami's expression of astonishment melts into admiration with a wry smile as he says, "Maybe one rider's enough today. You're sure you've not mounted my horse before?"

You smirk, "Is that supposed to be some kind of innuen-oh!"

Kaito kicks up a front hoof, suddenly impatient, and you gasp, clutching desperately at the pommel to prevent tipping too far back. Nanami merely chuckles as your composure shatters. Still, your death grip on dignity matches the one you have on the reins as you mutter, "Look, this unnecessary regimen was your idea ok? If Kaito's going on any joyrides, you'd better be the one in the hot seat."

You scooch forward in the saddle, glancing pointedly at Nanami who simply shakes his head with a faintly amused smile, slapping his horse's rump as he remarks, "Steady on Kaito, let's be gentle. It's her first time after all."

You squeak in protest as the impact of Nanami's large hand sends a sharp jolt that you can feel, even through the saddle. Thankfully, Kaito doesn't take it as a cue to bolt, staying still save for the flick of his tail at your companion to encourage him to hurry up, while Nanami leisurely fits the helmet over his head, obscuring his golden halo.

At 17 hands high, Kaito's an imposing beast, you're sure he'll make a prize stallion someday. Centuries of strength and power radiate from his back, legends of an ancient wilderness and vast plains pump through his veins, as you feel the thermal flex of thoroughbred muscles between your thighs - but even all this doesn't distract from a much more immediate heat suddenly molding itself against the small of your back, bracketing your own thighs, hips flushed tight to your own.

You attempt to suppress a shudder even as warm hands settle over your own, dwarfing them. And then Nanami's voice, much gentler than it has any right to be, rasps by your ear in a warm gust of air.

"Shall we?"

You nod, and Nanami clicks his tongue, signalling his steed to start off with a quick trot, hooves swiftly picking up speed as Kaito responds to some deep-seated yearning and instinct to roam free.

Everything is overwhelming, the jolt of your bodies against each other with every forward rocking motion of the horse, Nanami's steady, soothing grasp over your white knuckles, the not unkind chuckle as he strokes a calloused thumb over them in a bid to get you to relax and enjoy the breeze that picks up as Kaito launches into a full canter. It brings with it the tangle of your sweat, Nanami's scent and the creature's musk, combining into a heady aroma that has you feeling slightly dizzy. Distantly, you're aware of the man directly behind you (it feels like every fibre of your being is straining not to grind your ass against his crotch in this position) trying to make conversation, asking about your entry into the esoteric equestrian world. So you tell him your origins, how you've grown up with them and developed a love for these clever, elegant, sturdy creatures early on in your childhood. You even regale Nanami with a tale about your first pony and the first bone you broke from a riding accident, and in exchange, Nanami tells you about his most recent injury.

Just like that, an hour gallops by, occasionally interspersed with silence or your hitched breaths when Nanami's strong grip encircles your waist as a particularly rough patch of the path comes up, or a steeper than average incline of a hill, incentivizing Kaito to kick his hooves up even higher. But Nanami is a perfect gentleman, his arm abandoning you the instant the danger's past. You wonder if you could muster up the courage to persuade it to stay securely wrapped around you, if you dare ask Nanami to keep the warmth of his touch bound to your belly stoking a mounting inferno within.

Alas, before you can dwell further on such a brazen request, the two of you have arrived back at the paddock. Kaito slows to a standstill eventually and Nanami is the first to dismount comfortably, expectantly waiting on the ground.

He calls out your name again when you don't make a move.

"My legs are um, kinda jelly, it's been a while since I've ridden for so long."

The edge of Nanami's mouth tilts up, with an arrogance that's starting to become aggravatingly familiar.

"You could get yourself on but not off?"

There's a shade of mockery in his tone that elicits a retort from you, poorly-worded (unfortunately, only in retrospect.)

"I can get myself off just fine, thank you very much!" you snap.

In the moments you take to cautiously shuffle your other leg over to the same side, facing Nanami, you don't immediately notice your Freudian slip. You're only alerted to what you've said when you glance up at the sound of Nanami awkwardly clearing his throat, lips pursed but arms spread wide.

"As entertaining as watching you struggle to...get yourself off - your words, not mine," he reminds you as a furious blush blooms against your cheeks, "Unfortunately we don't have the luxury of time for that. So, jump."

You hesitate, it might only be a little leap, but it still felt awfully high. Nanami takes a step forward.

"Would you prefer a safer option?" He sounds sincere this time. Swallowing your nerves (and pride) you nod.

It's too sudden, though he had signaled his intentions far in advance, the way Nanami's arms snake around your hips and under your thighs, flexed, uncompromising. Warm, so warm. You feel the pull of him brace you against the abrupt tug of gravity, yet still clutch your hands around Nanami's nape, as if trying to wrench the gasp back into your lungs from his scalding touch.

You feel humour reverberate through him at your exaggeration of a reaction, even as the world rights and steadies itself into some semblance of normalcy. But your feet haven't quite resumed contact with something more solid and reassuring (perhaps the earth couldn't match the sturdiness of Nanami's powerful torso, but you could hardly stay in this position for much longer.)

"Y-you can let go of me now, please," you mumble, loathing how your voice trembles.

"After you." His chuckle is full-throated if a little muffled. You glance down, and mortification wholly consumes you. The lack of audibility is attributed to how you've got Nanami's face crushed to your ribs, and now you can feel the hard ridge of his nose pressed to the underside of your bosom, as well as the light twitch of his lips as he fights back a sneaky smile, concealed against the fabric covering your cleavage.

"Oh god, I'm so so sorry, Sir," you babble, swiftly releasing the back of his neck and gratefully dropping back down. Unfortunately, your legs haven't quite caught up with the urgency of humiliation and you stumble. This time you're the one with the face squashed to an ample chest; you're certain that when the deities designed Nanami, they must have mixed up marble and flesh, feeling the sculpted swell of his pronounced pectorals, even if it was for a mere moment.

You wish you could stay here forever, delay the shame of meeting his gaze, but you know there's an exponential relation between the disgrace you've already committed and the seconds you're squandering on impudence, lingering in this position. So you spring away in an instant, the vivid thudding of Nanami's chest fading. Its echo in your ears is the sole indication he's human, just like you.

Well, not exactly like you. His countenance isn't awash in scarlet, dyed in a summer sunset. You can only imagine the shadows those high, stern cheekbones would cast though, final rays of glory finding their purpose of illumination before submitting to the horizon.

You attempt to apologise again when you feel a firm grip just above your elbow, pulling you up to meet a mildly concerned gaze.

"I'm fine," you answer before Nanami even opens his mouth to ask.

"I hope your thighs won't be sore tonight."

Your ears redden but as you look into Nanami's eyes, just like his tone, there's an absence of an ulterior motive or suggestiveness. Not even a glimmer of mischief.

You dust yourself off and shrug. "I'm used to it."

"Used to your thighs being sore?'

Ah, and there's the vaguest spark now. You wave your hand at him, as if that would quell the butterflies in your belly too.

"Don't worry, I expect to be able to walk tomorrow."

"I'll see you bright and early tomorrow morning then."

"Tomorrow?"

Nanami smiles, stroking Kaito's forelocks. "Today was good for him, I think we can keep it up. Anyway," Nanami turns back to you, his hand reaching out, brushing against your cheek. You still completely as he plucks a wisp of hay from your hair, letting it drift to the ground.

"I think he rather enjoyed you riding him."

The horse whinnies and Nanami hums, "See, Kaito agrees. Mh, what was that? You want me to tell her something?" Nanami cocks his head to the side, pretending to listen.

You don't dare discover if that ember in his eyes is a full blaze by now, so you train your stare on the tuft of straw, waiting for Nanami to relay his horse's message. Hence, you don't realise how he's closed the distance between you, until you feel his conspiratorial whisper tickle the shell of your ear.

"He said: Next time, bring sugar lumps, then we'll fall for you even faster."

Your head snaps up to object and ask 'what about his strict diet!' but Nanami's already swung back up onto his steed and is trotting off.

You stare at their rapidly shrinking silhouettes, making sure you're well beyond their sight before you bend and snatch up the wisp of hay, twiddling it between your fingers before surreptitiously pocketing it.

Had Nanami really said "we"?

In the distance, the equestrian glances over his shoulder to wave farewell at you, ensuring he's far enough of out earshot before he hums by his horse's ear, "Guess the two of us have a new favorite source of sweetness, huh?"

Kaito neighs loudly, the wind carrying his answer and Nanami's bright laugh back to you.

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needs-to-stop-looking-at-yigas · 2 years

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could you maybe do a short fic of a yiga halloween?

Oh fun! I'm getting into the spirit myself! Gonna make some doughnuts for the Halloween baskets! I'll show you guys pics of them tomorrow if you want, but for now, let's get to these guys!

"This is the best mission ever."

"Better than the time you had to seduce that woman for answers?"

"...come back to me on that, actually."

Cil sighed. Unfortunately, his Master loved Halloween (also known as dark day to some zora) so much, he was determined to make it quite the big night. Not just with a party back at the clan headquarters, but with candy. And stolen candy tasted MUCH better than homemade. It was the mission that Cil was stuck on, alongside Von. Their goal? Steal as MUCH treats from the royal kitchen as possible, and bring it back home.

They were both currently in the royal kitchen, hiding amongst the rafters above. Von nudged him, looking down at the trays and trays of snacks and goodies.

"Oh oh oh, dibs on that tray of fudge. Oh and those cookies-"

"You idiot. You're thinking too small. This is for Master Kohga, not for you, nor for me. It has to big. It has to be perfect."

Cil grabbed his chin, and turned it. So he can glance at the giant cake before them. Black and purple frosting, covered in orange, white, and green sprinkles. Von grinned, nodding his head furiously.

"You are SO smart, Cil."

"I know. You'd be fucked without me. Now, here's the plan. You go into the hallway, make a big scene-"

"So just. Show up?"

"In disguise, idiot. They'll search this place high and low if they find so much as a sniff of a yiga presence. I don't know, be a dumb maid, fake an injury or something."

Von grinned, nudging Cil with his elbow.

"You just wanna see me in a maid outfit, huh? You COULD just ask~"

"Right, right."

"I'll feed you to the keese if you don't get out of my face."

With that, Von disappeared. Cil waited until until there was a smash sound in the hallway, before he jumped down onto the floor. He rolled his eyes at the fake distress from Von's end, before he hurriedly lifted the Cake over his shoulder, as well as stuffing whatever was around him, in his pockets. He gave a whistle to let Von know he was in the clear, and just like that, he poofed back home. He waited at the entrance until Von inevitably followed him. His pockets were FAR more stuffed than his own, but Von was always a better pick pocket.

"You. Would not believe what it took, to get back here."

"Knowing how stupid you are, I'm not surprised. Come, Kohga will be pleased by our success."

"You want help carrying that?"

"And share the glory? Absolutely not."

Von shrugged. Cil was just like that, so he wasn't too phased. He followed Cil into the clan, adding the treats to the table. They looked good next to the bananas, honestly.

"Cil, Von! You two are back!"

They both bowed to Kohga upon hearing his voice. Kohga inspected the goods, and nodded in approval.

"You two did GOOD! Getting that giant ass cake- pretty ballsy."

"It was all Cil's idea. I did the brownies though."

Cil tried not to let his heart come out of his chest as Kohga lifted his chin to look at him. Oh, moments like this made life absolutely worth living.

"Well. Someone's a smart boy, aren't they?"

Cil fumbled with his words, barely keeping himself on his feet. Oh Master Kohga, so glorious and-

"Oh Sooga! You're back too!"

And taken. Unfortunately. Cil watched with a snarl as Kohga was on Sooga in an instant, curious about that giant bag on his shoulder.

"Apologies for my tardiness. Had to make sure I got your favorites."

Sooga dumped the bag on the table. All sorts of wrapped sweets sprawled over the table, making Kohga's eyes gleam as if they were gold coins.

"Look at YOU Sooga! Course you'd do the best job, my good boy~"

Sooga let his face be grabbed by Kohga's hand, relishing in the touch. Cil, ever wanting to compete with Sooga, cleared his throat.

"Master Kohga. Why don't you have the first slice of cake? You look starving."

"Good point, good point. Sooga, check out the cake they nabbed! Big deal right?"

"Quite. Even I must concede, it's an impressive victory."

Sooga cut a piece for Kohga, before handing him a slice. Sooga inspected it, curiously.

"What...what is that filling? It's not apples. Not bananas..."

Kohga suddenly slapped a hand over his mouth, dropping the plate, and started to gag. The three of them jumped to attention, fearing the worst.

"IT'S F I S H."

Sooga turned to the cake, helping himself to a bite. Yep. Cake. Porgy, if he had to be exact. Sooga shrugged.

"If you don't like it, I'll eat it in your stead. I rather enjoy the contrast of-"

"SOOGA SHUT THE FUCK UP- oh my god, YOU, get me a banana. Ew ew ew..."

Cil looked mortified, having displeased his Master so. Von meanwhile, just stood there, trying not to laugh.

"Guess Rhoam knew we were stealin' stuff. We got a trick AND a treat, eh?"

"I'm. I'm gonna puke..."

#asks #Kohga #Sooga #Cil #Von #ngl to me this was hilarious #don't worry tho Sooga loved the cake and Kohga got some non fishy goodies in him

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