#onikuma boyfriend

[mxnsterbabe]

Male Onikuma/Female Reader SFW Wordcount: 3,792 Tags & Warnings: character of colour (the reader) Commissions | Ko-fi | Masterlist

Your best friend dares you to talk to the quiet, brooding new neighbour. Against better judgement you do exactly that; and find out maybe all he needs is someone to call his own.

You and Felicity huddled by the window, spying on the moving van that had just pulled up across the street. The night had crept up on you both, and the sudden commotion outside was an unexpected break in your quiet evening.

“I wonder who it is?” Felicity asked, her face pressed against the window. Her wild red hair and golden skin meant that anybody who looked over would surely see the two of you spying. If that didn’t do it, then her spiralling horns tapping against the glass would.

She tapped your shoulder as the van's doors opened, and you saw the moving team—a pair of orcs and a human— begin to unload. Then, trailing behind them, an enormous figure emerged, distinct from the rest, capturing both your attentions instantly.

"Is that our new neighbour?" Felicity whispered, her eyes wide with curiosity. The figure was a bear-person… what were they called? Onikuma? Yes, that was it.

He was towering and imposing, with fur as creamy white as moonlight, save for the hints of yellow around his ears and head that lent him a certain softness.

You nodded, equally mesmerised. It was hard to determine where his bulk ended and his fur began, blurring the lines between strength and gentle fluffiness. Despite his size, there was something undeniably cute about him.

As you both leaned in for a closer look, he turned, his gaze unexpectedly meeting yours through the window. The surprise made you both jolt back, Felicity letting out a small gasp as you ducked out of sight, hearts racing from the thrill of being caught staring at your intriguing new neighbour.

Felicity's laughter filled the room as she stumbled back too. "Well, that was smooth," she teased, peering back towards the window with an impish grin.

You couldn't help but cringe. "As if being caught gawking wasn't embarrassing enough," you muttered, though curiosity urged you to steal another glance outside.

"There's no harm in a friendly hello," Felicity suggested, her voice laced with mischief. "We should go over tomorrow, introduce ourselves. Maybe see if he needs any help settling in."

The thought alone was enough to heighten your embarrassment. "Just march over there after spying on him? That's even worse!"

Yet, as you peeked out once more, the sight of the Onikuma leaning over to pick up a box caught your

attention. The ease with which he lifted it, muscles moving beneath his fur with such grace, was captivating. Even from this distance, there was no denying he was handsome,

in a rugged, unusual way that intrigued you more than you cared to admit.

Felicity caught your lingering gaze and smirked. "Dare you to talk to him tomorrow," she challenged, her eyes sparkling with the thrill of a good dare.

You sighed, torn between reluctance and the unwritten rule that you never backed down from Felicity's dares. "Fine," you conceded, a mix of apprehension and a

surprising flicker of excitement stirring within you. "You're coming with me."

"Wouldn't miss it," Felicity replied.

Pouring more wine, you and Felicity settled onto the sofa, the previous tension easing into a more comfortable lull.

Through the window, you noticed the Onikuma disappearing inside his new home, and you couldn't help but feel a mix of relief and disappointment. The thrill of the unknown had been replaced by the reality of tomorrow's impending interaction.

"He definitely saw us," you murmured, taking a sip of your wine, the sweet taste doing little to calm your nerves.

Felicity chuckled, her carefree attitude a stark contrast to your concern. "So what? It's not like you were doing anything scandalous. Just a bit of neighbourly observation."

You frowned, picturing the potential awkwardness of tomorrow's encounter. "What if he knew I was spying? It's not exactly the best first impression. He lives right across the road. If I embarrass myself, it'll be impossible to avoid him."

Felicity laughed, the sound light and infectious. "You're overthinking it, babe. It's just saying hello, not a marriage proposal. Besides, he's new here; he'll probably be glad for the company."

You couldn't help but smile at her dismissive take on the situation, though the knot of anxiety in your stomach remained. "I just don't want to start off on the wrong foot, you know?"

With a shrug, Felicity topped up her glass. "Look, the worst that could happen is a bit of awkward small talk, and then we go about our lives. Or, who knows, maybe he'll turn out to be a great friend. Or something more," she added with a wink.

Her words, meant to reassure, did little to quell the what ifs swirling in your mind. Yet, the night wore on, and the wine, coupled with Felicity's relentless optimism, dulled the edges of your apprehension. As you both laughed and planned your approach for tomorrow, the possibility of what's the worst that could happen? seemed a little less daunting.

***

The next morning, with the sunlight casting a soft glow over Oceanhall, you found yourself standing at the front door of the house across the street, Felicity by your side.

Despite her protests and playful jibes about your early morning enthusiasm, she accompanied you, her presence a comforting constant in the face of your mounting nerves.

It took a moment before the door creaked open, revealing Shinsuke in a state you hadn't anticipated. He was

sweating, chest heaving slightly as if he'd been in the midst of an intense workout. The surprise on his face mirrored your own, though you couldn't help but notice the way his presence seemed to fill the doorway.

"Hi, we’re your new neighbours," you started, your voice steadier than you felt. "We, uh, noticed you moving in yesterday and wanted to say hello."

Shinsuke nodded, a brief flash of acknowledgment crossing his features before he wiped his brow with the back of his hand. "Shinsuke," he introduced himself, his tone polite but curt. "I'm in the middle of a workout," he explained, a slight edge of impatience creeping in. "Then I have to run to the store for some fresh paint."

Eager to make amends for the untimely intrusion, you offered, "We could help you with the painting if you'd like. It's no trouble at all."

Shinsuke paused, considering the offer, before shaking his head. "No, that won't be necessary. Thank you," he added, the politeness in his tone not quite reaching his eyes.

Before Felicity could jump in with her usual charm,

Shinsuke offered a brief nod and closed the door, leaving you both standing on the doorstep, the quiet of the morning suddenly more pronounced.

Felicity turned to you with a raised eyebrow, the encounter not going quite as either of you had expected.

With a mutual shrug, you and Felicity turned back towards home, the brief encounter with Shinsuke leaving a lingering sense of disappointment. Felicity, ever the optimist, tried to lighten the mood as you walked. "He was

probably just caught off guard, you know? People aren't usually their best mid-workout."

You nodded, half-listening, your thoughts still replaying the brief conversation. Felicity's reassurance was a small comfort, but you couldn't shake the feeling that your attempt at neighbourliness had been more intrusive than kind.

***

Later that day, as you made your way home from work, your path inadvertently led you past Shinsuke's house again. This time, he was outside, a bucket of soapy water by his side, diligently cleaning paint brushes. The soft strains of music floated from a nearby radio, and he seemed to be genuinely enjoying the warmth of the sun.

"Hello again," you called out, a tentative smile on your face as you approached.

Shinsuke jumped, clearly startled, and the sight of such a large, formidable figure being caught off guard by your greeting was unexpectedly endearing. He quickly regained his composure, though his reply was still marked by his usual brevity. "Oh, it's you. Hi."

You couldn't help but smile at his reaction, finding his reserved nature more intriguing than off-putting this time around. "How's the painting going?" you asked, nodding towards the brushes.

He followed your gaze, a hint of pride flickering in his eyes as he considered the question. "It's... going well, thank you. The living room's almost done."

"That's great to hear," you replied, genuinely pleased for him. "I've always thought a fresh coat of paint can really change a place. Do you have a particular colour theme in mind?"

Shinsuke seemed to ponder your question, the music and sunlight creating a more relaxed atmosphere than your previous encounters. "Mostly neutrals," he finally said, "but with one wall as an accent. I got this bold ice-blue."

"Is it a fixer-upper or are you just adding your personal touch?" you ventured, curiosity getting the better of you as you glanced towards his house. Its exterior gave nothing away; same as yours, just a squat little townhouse with a solid white door.

Shinsuke rinsed a brush, his movements deliberate. "It's modern enough," he replied, his voice carrying a note of consideration. "I just wanted to repaint and perhaps replace the flooring with real wood. It feels more... authentic."

You noticed a hint of discomfort in his posture, a subtle shift that suggested the conversation might be encroaching on territory he wasn't entirely comfortable with. Maybe it was your time to retreat.

"Sounds like a solid plan," you said, taking a step back, preparing to make your exit. "Well, I won't keep you from your work. Good luck with the renovations."

As you turned to leave, Shinsuke stood, his full height becoming startlingly apparent. He towered over you, the breadth of his shoulders casting a shadow that enveloped you in its cool shade. Standing this close, you realized you

barely reached the middle of his ribs. He was taller than even the tallest forest troll you'd ever encountered, his presence commanding yet oddly comforting.

The sudden proximity sent an unexpected rush of warmth through you, his sheer size and the gentle giant aura he exuded igniting a flicker of attraction you tried to dismiss. His fur, creamy white, seemed softer up close, inviting thoughts of what it might feel like to touch.

"Thank you," Shinsuke said, his deep voice breaking through your thoughts. "And... sorry if I seemed a bit off earlier. I'm not much for small talk."

His admission, coupled with the vulnerability of his stance, made you pause, reconsidering your initial interpretation of his discomfort.

"No worries," you managed, your voice steadier than you felt. "If you ever need a hand with anything, or just fancy a break, you know where we are."

Shinsuke's response was a smile, something you hadn't fully expected from the quiet giant. As he grinned, the sunlight caught on his sharp, chunky teeth.

Rather than finding it intimidating, you were surprised to discover it only added to his rugged appeal, lending him a certain wild charm. It was cute, actually.

Feeling heat creep into your cheeks at the thought, you were suddenly acutely aware of how intently you'd been observing him. "Well, it was nice talking to you, Shinsuke. I should probably let you get back to your painting," you stammered, hoping your voice didn't betray the sudden flutter in your chest.

"Sure, and thanks for stopping by," Shinsuke replied, his earlier smile leaving a lingering warmth in the air between you.

With a quick, somewhat flustered goodbye, you turned, nearly tripping over your own feet in your haste to retreat. Felicity, with a knowing smirk, followed closely behind, her presence a silent question mark hanging in the air.

Back inside, the familiar scent of dinner cooking did little to distract you from the whirlwind of thoughts spinning through your mind. Felicity, ever observant, glanced from you to the window, piecing together the silent narrative unfolding.

"What's up?" she asked, though the twinkle in her eye suggested she already had her suspicions.

Before you could muster a response, she peeked outside, catching a glimpse of Shinsuke still cleaning his brushes in the sun. The grin that spread across her face was all- knowing, and when she turned back to you, her expression was a mix of amusement and camaraderie.

"Ah," she said, the single syllable heavy with implication. "You've got a bit of a crush, haven't you?"

Your protest died on your lips, the evidence too damning, your blushing face a clear giveaway. Felicity's laughter filled the kitchen.

"Am I really that obvious?" you asked, still trying to recover your composure, even as Felicity dished out dinner with an air of triumph.

Felicity chuckled, glancing over her shoulder at you.

"Maybe your dark skin and freckles can hide a blush, but babe, your eyes give you away every time. They light up like a Christmas tree whenever you're even remotely interested in someone."

You rolled your eyes, though the corners of your lips twitched upwards in a reluctant smile. "That's a bit of an exaggeration, don't you think?"

"Not at all," Felicity countered, setting plates down with a flourish. "I've seen less sparkle in a jewellery shop window. It's quite endearing, actually."

The banter continued through dinner, Felicity's playful teases making the meal fly by in a blur of laughter and mock indignation. Despite your initial embarrassment, the easy back and forth with your roommate lifted your spirits, and the earlier encounter with Shinsuke now seemed less like a daunting ordeal and more like a curious, perhaps even hopeful, beginning.

As you cleared the dishes away later, Felicity's voice softened. "You know, I think it's great. He seems like a decent guy... in a towering, bear-like sort of way."

You smiled, feeling a warmth that had nothing to do with the evening's meal. "Yeah, maybe he is. We'll just have to wait and see, won't we?"

"Exactly," Felicity agreed, her grin infectious. "Hey, if nothing else, you've made an interesting new friend."

***

For nearly two weeks, Shinsuke remained an enigmatic presence just across the street, glimpsed only in fleeting

moments of renovation and the occasional early morning departure. Your own work commitments kept you similarly occupied, the rhythm of daily life left little room for neighbourly interactions.

Then, one evening, as you wearily stepped out of your car, the tranquility of the night was shattered by a sound so raw and primal it sent a shiver down your spine. It was a roar, deep and resonant, unmistakably inhuman, emanating from the direction of Shinsuke's doorstep.

For the first time since your initial encounter, a flicker of genuine fear ignited within you. The Onikuma's towering figure had always held an element of the unknown, but this unbridled display of frustration painted him in a starkly different light.

Yet, as your eyes found his, the ferocity that had echoed in the roar seemed to evaporate. Shinsuke stood there, a large figure slumped in defeat, his shoulders sagging under the weight of embarrassment and a palpable sense of shame. It was clear he hadn't intended for you, or anyone, to witness him.

Compelled by a mix of concern and an unspoken need to help, you approached cautiously. "Is everything okay?" you asked, your voice steady despite the lingering echo of his roar.

Shinsuke's gaze met yours, and in the dim light, you could see the flicker of concern in his eyes. "I... I've locked myself out," he admitted, the frustration evident in his voice, yet tempered now by a hint of vulnerability. “I just got the locks changed yesterday.”

The fear that had momentarily gripped you faded, replaced by empathy for the solitary figure before you.

Here was the gentle giant you remembered, momentarily undone by something so mundane.

Well, it happened to everyone once in a while.

Biting the inside of your lip, you said, “maybe I can help.”

"How can you help?" Shinsuke's question was genuine, tinged with a hint of curiosity as he regarded you.

Your body felt too hot as he stepped closer. You stepped back, your gaze inadvertently catching on a window ajar, a sliver of opportunity in the otherwise closed facade of his home. "There, that window looks open. Just big enough for someone... smaller to get through."

Shinsuke followed your gaze, a glimmer of hope lighting his features before he quickly masked it with concern. "It's too high, and... you could get hurt."

"I'll be careful," you assured him, your determination overriding the niggling voice of caution in your mind. You approached the window, assessing the climb, aware of

Shinsuke's gaze on you, heavy with a mix of gratitude and worry.

As you positioned yourself to make the ascent, Shinsuke moved closer, his instinct to assist clear in his posture. "Let me help at least," he offered, his voice a low rumble.

You hesitated, eyeing up the window. Then Shinsuke.

He’d have to hold your hips to keep you steady, and the very thought made you shiver. "No, it's okay. I've got this," you said, more to convince yourself than him.

Shinsuke retracted slightly, his expression faltering. "I didn't mean to... earlier, I didn't want to scare you."

Your heart clenched at the misunderstanding. The desire to bridge the gap between you, to erase any fear with a kiss, was overwhelming. Yet, admitting your growing feelings for him now seemed a step too far.

"It's fine, really," you managed, your voice softer than intended. "I know you didn't mean it. Let me just get this window, and we can forget all about it."

With that, you turned your focus to the task at hand, the unsaid words and unacted desires hanging between you like a promise yet to be fulfilled.

Your determination saw you scaling the short distance to the window once more, your focus solely on the task at hand.

Unfortunately, the ascent proved trickier than anticipated, and a misstep sent you teetering dangerously backwards.

Before fear could fully take hold, Shinsuke's arms were around you, pulling you back from the brink with effortless strength.

In his embrace, you were acutely aware of the contrast between you; your dark and freckled skin against his downy cream fur. How soft it was, the feel of it against your hand…

"Are you okay?" His voice was laced with concern, deep and resonant, yet he seemed to shy away from direct eye contact, his gaze fixed somewhere over your shoulder.

"Yes, I'm fine, thank you," you replied, your heart still

racing—not from the near fall, but from the closeness, the contact that you both seemed hesitant to break.

Reluctantly, you wriggled yourself out from his hold, the loss of his warmth immediate.

Determined not to be deterred, you focused your efforts and, with a bit more caution, managed to successfully navigate your way through the open window. The sense of accomplishment was fleeting, replaced by an acute awareness that Shinsuke was still watching you.

Once inside, you quickly located the Yale lock and twisted it open, your actions mechanical as your mind raced with the encounter. Opening the door to a grateful Shinsuke, you were met with an expression that was a combination of relief, gratitude, and an echo of the same hesitation you felt.

"Thank you," he said, his voice grounding you back in the moment. "I... I appreciate the help."

As Shinsuke stepped into the hallway, the narrow confines of the space became immediately apparent. There simply wasn't enough room for both of you, and in a matter of seconds, you found yourself with your back pressed against the wall to make way for him.

Shinsuke's embarrassment was palpable; his low murmur of sorry barely filled the charged air between you. Yet, the proximity, the feel of his soft fur brushing against your skin, ignited something within you—an attraction, a desire that had been simmering beneath the surface.

It was a ridiculous impulse, perhaps fueled by the adrenaline of the evening's events, but in that moment, you

cast all caution to the wind. Leaning forward, you closed the gap between you, pressing your lips to his in a bold, impulsive kiss.

The sensation was unlike anything you'd experienced; his sharp teeth and the slight protrusion of his muzzle made the kiss awkward, unconventional. Yet, there was an undeniable rightness to it, a thrilling mix of danger and softness that sent your heart racing.

For a heartbeat, there was stillness, a pause in the world as if it too was holding its breath. Then, as if awakening from a daze, Shinsuke responded. One enormous arm wrapped around your middle, pulling you closer with a gentleness that made you shudder. The kiss deepened, his hesitation melting away into a rhythm that was all the more intoxicating for its uniqueness.

When you finally broke the kiss, Shinsuke was grinning, a genuine expression of happiness that lit up his features. As soon as he caught himself, his smile began to falter.

“Sorry,” he muttered, “my teeth-”

"Don't," you said quickly, not wanting him to hide away a part of him that you admired. "I like your smile."

He paused, a look of surprise flickering across his face before settling into something softer, more thoughtful. "I know my kind aren't common here in Europe. I don't want to... scare you off," he admitted.

With a playful gleam in your eye, you retorted, "I'm not so easily frightened, Shinsuke."

To prove your point, you leaned in once more, capturing his lips with yours in another kiss, bolder and more

assured than the first.

Your lips moved together with a familiarity that left you hungry, desperate for more. Shinsuke's arm, still wrapped around you, pulled you closer, deepening the kiss, his soft fur brushing against your skin in a way that sent shivers down your spine.

When you finally parted, breathless and with hearts racing, Shinsuke was beaming, his smile wide and unashamed. The sight filled you with a warmth that radiated from your chest, spreading through you with the comforting heat of a sunbeam on a chilly morning.

With a gentle chuckle, he said, "I think I owe you dinner, at the very least, for all this trouble."

Your agreement was immediate, the prospect of spending more time with him sparking a flutter of excitement within you. "I'll have to thank Felicity for pushing me to talk to you," you mused, the thought of your friend's earlier teasing bringing a smile to your face.

Shinsuke's laughter was a deep rumble, a sound that you were quickly growing fond of. "Then I owe her thanks as well," he replied, his eyes sparkling with mirth and something tender that made your heart skip a beat.

As you stepped into his home, the warmth of the evening's potential wrapped around you like a comforting embrace, and you smiled.

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[howtobangyourmonster]

I use she/they pronouns, don't particularly care about the monster gender. Mostly what I'm looking for in a monster partner is the thrill of being afraid but knowing that my monster won't hurt me because they love me. I'd prefer not to be matched with a slime, but otherwise the world is open and the monsters plentiful!

Other things about me, I love to read and write when I'm not at my desk job, especially if I can do that outdoors on a blanket or in a hammock.

This reads like a dating profile haha, wow. thank you so much for doing this!

You have been matched with Saburo, an ONIKUMA. He's a giant bear demon, with massive claws on his huge paws and lots of sharp teeth. He has an impressive roar, and is over 9 feet tall when he's fully upright. In his full rage, he is utterly terrifying. However, you get to see the quiet side of him that he doesn't show anyone else. Those claws are sharp enough to cut the clothes off you, and his teeth feel sharp against your skin, but his complete control means you're never in danger of him breaking the skin or leaving marks(unless you ask him to). Sunshine makes him sleepy, and he's always happy to have you lay on him like he's the biggest softest couch when you're reading or writing.

#anon ask #monster match #onikuma boyfriend #exophilia

[thetravelerwrites]

Monster Match #36: Onikuma

For @kitashinsukeshusband​​: “I am nonbinary (male leaning) and AFAB, I am pan, but I’d like a dude monster please! I am an eccentric artist who likes the quite type who everyone thinks is shy but it turns out they just don’t care enough to add anything. I like it when a partner is very thoughtful and notices small things even I didn’t notice about myself. I am into logical thinkers rather than feelers. I have a bit of a size kink (I am a very smol person), as well as a breeding kink, I am a pretty open person so I’m sure I’ll enjoy whatever you write.”

You’ve been matched with an Onikuma!

An onikuma (literally translated as “demon bear”) is an Japanese oni (ogre) in the shape of a large, upright bear that stands on two legs, originating from the folklore of the Kiso Valley in Nagano Prefecture. They were first described in the Ehon Hyaku Monogatari, a collection of supernatural tales published in 1841. Similar to kitsunes, or fox demons, onikumas start their lives as ordinary animals that can attain human-level intelligence and the ability to shapeshift if and when they reach a certain age, though the exact age is unknown and varies from tale to tale.

Daisuke was a college classmate of yours, an exchange student who was only recently awarded his Certificate of Sentience by the Japanese government the year before after several years of taking introductory glasses and exams. He was quiet and very intelligent, having become the highest ranking student in just a few months. You were fascinated by him. You’d always been interested in Japanese culture, and seeing a real piece of living mythology was amazing.

It took you some time to gather up your courage, but eventually you were able to slip him a note after class before running off. You’re sure he was a little startled, but you didn’t look back, in case he was upset at you.

The note you’d given him was meticulously written in hiragana kanji that you copied from a translation app and read: “Hello! I don’t know Japanese, but I’d like to learn. Can we be friends?” Followed by your name and number. You almost expected him to start avoiding you after your awkward introduction.

So, you were very surprised when you received a phone call a few days later from an unknown number.

“Hello?”

“Seijitsudeshita ka? Koko ni kite kara mada nihongo o hanaseru hito to wa atte inainode, hanashite kureru hito ga itara ureshiidesu.”

“Wha… wait, what?” You said, stunned by the sudden barrage of Japanese. “Daisuke? Is that you?”

“Yes,” He said. “I’m giving you a reply to your note. You’d like to learn Japanese?”

“Oh, yes!” You said excitedly. “I was worried you’d think I was weird.”

“Well, I do,” He said, chuckling. “But I am weird, too. Would you like to start tomorrow?”

“Absolutely! Thank you so much!”

“Anata wa hontouni kawaii to omoimasu. Anata wa mada watashi o rikai dekinainode, ima anata ni hanasu no ga saizendesu.”

“Uh…”

“Don’t worry about it,” He said, a smile in his voice. “I’ll see you in class. Oh, and call me Dai-san. All my friends do.”

The next day, you met up with Daisuke in a large-creature-friendly cafe near the college and started basic Japanese.

“So, the only word I caught yesterday was ‘kawaii.’ Doesn’t that mean ‘cute’?”

“Yes,” He said. “I’m impressed you heard that. I was talking rather fast.”

“What were you calling cute?”

“Someone from class,” He said, grinning.

“That’s a strange thing to slip into a conversation with someone,” You said, confused.

He laughed. “Are all English-speakers this dense?”

“Hey!”

“I was talking about you,” He said, reaching over to ruffle your hair with his massive paw.

“Wha…” Your mouth fell open. “Really?”

“Yes,” He said. “I was trying to find a natural way to talk to you, but nothing came to mind, so I was surprised to get your note. I like you very much.”

You grinned. “Is this one of those famous confessions I’ve heard about?”

“Seems like it,” He said. “What do you think?”

Your smile widened. “I accept, Dai-san. I’m really happy to accept.”

Three dates later, you’d invited him up to your tiny apartment for a drink. Maybe you had ulterior motives, and maybe he saw right through you, but you both ended up in the bedroom after just half an hour. His massive size only added to your attraction to him, and made being with him intense and extremely satisfying.

“Dai-san?” You asked afterward.

“Hmm?” He asked sleepily.

“What did you say that day on the phone?”

He simply laughed. “Study harder and you’ll find out one day.”

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[woelfin-sheeps-clothing]

Am trying to get caught up on @momolady 's Ruby Empire series and just read about Gregori, a polar bear king, and the White Maiden he seeks to marry. I hope to color this soon, but I need to clean up some of the lines first.

Go read the story here! https://momolady.tumblr.com/post/177882271288/polar-bear-king-gregori

#monster boyfriend #polar bear #fantasy #onikuma #illustration

[mercurryblack]

Chapter 7: Lillian

The team gets ready for their respective dates... or lack thereof.

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“Ugh. We get a night off, and I’m stuck with an essay.”

Though the crime scene investigation had been a drag, in Cait’s opinion, their current situation sucked even more. They hungered for something exciting to happen— hell, a pissed-off Onikuma could crash through their door right then and there, and it would be a pleasant reprieve from the drudgery of a Grimm Studies report. Fighting was always preferable over writing.

Who cared about the variations in Grimm anatomy and physiology based on their habitat, anyway? One looked like an elephant, one looked like a wooly mammoth.

Either way, Cait had set themselves up for a boring night in, and was left silent and grouchy.

“How are you guys planning to spend your day-offs?” Hattie asked the Armilde twins as she slumped back against her pillow. Her small tophat remained firmly on her head, still lopsided.

Silently, Cait tried and failed to recount the last time they’d ever seen her without it.

“I have a charity event to go to,” Amaryllis replied, adjusting a clip-on silver earring onto her right earlobe.

“Oooh, that sounds exciting!” Hattie said, sitting up. “Can I come? Can I come?” 

“Sure! More people there means more funds for the cause. Plus, it’s public, so everyone in Mistral’s pretty much automatically invited.” Amaryllis paused, looking at her Scroll. “…You do still have that nice blue dress of yours from the dance, don’t you?”

“Yeah.” Hattie replied.

Amaryllis nodded. “You might want to consider throwing that on, since it’s a kinda formal event, but otherwise you’re welcome to tag along.”

“Yay!” Hattie squealed, clapping her hands. “Thank you, Ammy! You going with anyone else?”

“Hector Wulfric. The event’s organized by his family, actually.” Amaryllis answered. A smile crept onto her face while she planned how she was going to spend the evening with her boyfriend. 

“Oh.” Hattie said, immediately deflating. “In that case, never mind. I don’t wanna play third wheel.” She took a seat again on the end of her bed. “How about Lilly? What’s she gonna do tonight?”

Lillian wasn’t there to answer. She’d been in the bathroom for a good half hour, brushing her teeth to a complete and almost blinding white.

“She’s going on a date with… what was it, sweet guns? No, wait, she called her tha— Oh, I remember. Sweet buns.” Amaryllis recounted, barely stifling a giggle.

“Who now? Is she that same girl Lillian mentioned yesterday?” Hattie asked in the same moment as Lillian emerged from the bathroom.

“Hush, you.” Lillian said, having overheard them. “For the millionth time, Am, her name is Rosario— and yes, Hattie, she’s the same one I mentioned last night.” She explained.

“Remind me how it went, again? Was it, ‘I got a couple of “sweet buns” right here, and they’ve already got your name on ‘em.’” Amaryllis put her hands firmly on her rear and swung her butt in a circle. She wiggled repetitively, mocking a tease she had observed from Rosario.

Lillian turned to give Amaryllis an especially evil glare. “You know what, Am? You’re a pain in my ass.”

“Yeah, okay.” Amaryllis adopted a placating tone, though the mischievous glint in her eye remained. “But am I a pain in your sweet bu—?” She began, continuing her gluteal choreography.

With a snarl, Lillian grabbed one of Amaryllis’ good leather boots from the floor and hurled it at her sister. It collided with the top of the redhead’s cranium, and she let out a strangled yelp.

“Ow, ow, ow...” Rubbing the top of her head, Amaryllis snapped back, “I swear to god, Lilly, if you messed up my hair…”

Hattie giggled in the background, though she lacked context on exactly what Amaryllis was making fun about— something about sweet buns, but that was all she could make out. Her stomach growled at the thought of the tasty pastry.

“Okay, okay, it’s time to stop. Both of you had your laughs.” Lillian said, as she grabbed her drawstring bag and threw it over her shoulder. “And sorry, Hattie, but I got no extra room tonight. As roaringly as I think you two would get along, I think it’s about time I spend some alone time with my girlfriend.” She coughed.

“Mmm.” Hattie mumbled in response. Though downtrodden by the absence of her teammates for the night, she knew that it was neither of their responsibilities to take her along with them— after all, they still had their private lives. “…Lillian?”

“Yes?” Lillian asked, straightening her cropped hoodie around her midriff.

“Your girlfriend’s the same one with the pastry shop, isn’t she?” Hattie asked.

“Same one.”

Hattie puffed her lips out. “Will you bring back some pastries when you’re done with your date, pleeeease?”

“Sure, I think that could be arranged.” Lillian laughed. “Okay, I should be on my way by now— I don’t want to keep Rosa waiting.”

Amaryllis “I’m going as well— I’ve still got to pick up my dress.” She turned to Hattie and Cait for a moment. “Oh, and you two eat some dinner later, okay? Hattie, if you really have nothing else to do, it’d be really nice of you to help Cait finish their paper. Afterward, maybe you two can come down to the charity ball.” She said invitingly.

Hattie’s eyes lit up again. “Hey, maybe we could! What do you think, Cait?”

Cait didn’t make any effort to face the twins, instead opting to wave a hand to them while facing the window. “Yeah.” They replied listlessly.

“…Okay then. We’ll see you later.” With that, Lillian and Amaryllis turned and exited the dorm room.

***

As Amaryllis and Lillian walked through Haven’s low-lit and empty dormitory halls, they continued to talk about each other’s plans for the evening.

“So... where are you taking Rosario?” Amaryllis inquired in an innocent tone.

“We’re heading down to the cliffs. I heard there are some nice spots over there for a late picnic.” Lillian answered flatly, looking straight ahead without breaking her stride.

“Cliffs. How very romantic.” Amaryllis drawled.

“Yeah, yeah. How about you and Hector, got anything hot and heavy planned for tonight? I heard something about you picking up a dress. I smell something fishy here.” Lillian turned to face Amaryllis, wiggling an eyebrow.

“Ew, don’t even go there. This outfit is for tonight’s event, and tonight’s event only. I’ll change clothes after I go to the salon to get my hair and face done up, and I gotta hit that first since it’s already getting pretty late.” Amaryllis hesitated. “And as far as I know, the only thing that’ll be getting hot tonight is my face from nervousness. Hector said his dad’s going to be there, and he wants me to meet him.”

“Heh. I know the feeling.” Lillian chuckled.

She knew full well that her sister had never met Hector’s family before— both her and the Wulfric lad had seemed secretive about the whole relationship, though they had been dating for well over a year by now. She also was versed in the experience of having to meet a special someone’s family for the first time, and a sweaty face didn’t even start to describe it.

Honestly, it felt more like a jolt of terror up the spine, followed by the sensation of one’s stomach falling right into their feet.

“Don’t worry, Am. They’ll love you.” Lillian reassured her sister. Smirking, she continued, “Just don’t tell them that the reason their beloved son is head-over-heels for you is because of those lumps of fat glued to the front of your ribcage.”

Amaryllis flushed red, crossing her arms over her chest. “Oh, shut up. I’ll have you know that Hector loves all the fat in my body, regardless of its exact location.”

“Yeah?” Lillian retorted. “Tell that to the two loves of his life: peanut butter and jelly.” She teased as she pointed her thumb at Amaryllis’ chest. “…Or was it butter, and I can’t believe it’s not butter?”

“Please. His nicknames for my breasts are much more creative than that.” Amaryllis countered.

A pause.

“So you admit that he has nicknames for them, huh?”

Blushing a brighter shade of red, Amaryllis huffed and walked as fast as she could, overtaking Lillian. She was becoming increasingly annoyed with her sister, not because of what she was saying, but because she had no good retorts up her sleeve to retaliate with.

“Bye, sis. Have fun with your boob fetishist of a boyfriend.” Lillian waved, a guileless smirk plastered on her face.

“You have a nice date too… sweet buns fetishist!” For one last time, Amaryllis turned around to face Lillian and performed the corresponding taunt.

Turning around, she nearly walked right into a green-haired, pink-eyed girl with a toothbrush sticking out of her mouth, who had obviously been witness to her previous action. Unmoving, she apparently appeared to still be processing it.

After a moment’s pause, the girl blinked, snorted a small laugh and grinned. “Yeah, Sweet buns, all right.” She cracked, holding the toothbrush out of her mouth to speak.

Hiding her face with her arm from embarrassment, Amaryllis ran past the girl and out the entrance of the dormitory. Lillian and the girl watched with amusement as she fled.

“Hey.” The girl said, turning back to face Lillian.

“Hey.” Lillian replied, sparing a second’s eye contact as she walked past. She vaguely recognized her as one of the first-years.

With that brief acknowledgement, they both continued on their separate ways, in opposite directions along the hall.

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[sleepnginstardust]

Orc Boyfriend (Torug) (Chapter 3/??)

I am so sorry it has taken me this long. Besides from Animal Crossing coming and eating all of my free time. My grandmother passed away earlier this month. needless to say it has been a chaotic couple of months. Thank you for your patience!

“Sooooo the hot piece of Orc ass, does he have a name?” Jhorrel bit into one of the eclairs Diana had grabbed from Elora. Fidgeting, Diana looked down at her hands and the small glass of wine in her hands.

“Seriously Diana, I’m hurt that Jhorrel found out before me. I’ve known you longer!” Brie was glaring at Diana, who was ladling our pasta onto plates. Brie looked down at the plate of pasta that Diana had handed her like it had stabbed her cat. “You’re not getting out of this Dee. Would it have killed you to pick up your damn phone and text me?”

“This just happened Brie! I’ve had maybe two days to compute! Holy hell.” Jhorrel scoffed at that and poured the decanted wine for himself. He hefted it to Brie who just waved it away. Picking up her pasta Diana stabbed her fork into the dish and started eating. Having Brie hold this against her stung. She thought out of the two that Brie would have cared the least.

“How do you know that he isn’t planning something? You know, like Darren before.” Diana looked up, but it was the plate dropping onto wood that caught her attention. Looking over towards the sound, she saw Jhorrel looking livid.

“I told you too, drop it.” He growled at Brie. Who sneered. 

“It’s not that I don’t trust your judgment Jhorrel, but after what happened with that dick I have to be careful. Hell Diana should be careful.” That comment stung, Diana had been careful when it came to Darren. She had vetted him with other people that had known him and double checked with Jhorrel to see whether he had alternative motives. But in the end Darren had fooled even Jhorrel who had supernatural abilities when it came to finding liars.

“Again Brianna, like I’ve told you before he had good intentions in the beginning.”

“Oh yes, so good in fact that Diana almost wound up homeless. In fact she was homeless. For months!!” Diana could feel a headache coming on.

Being careful with her wine glass she placed it down on the counter and quietly moved to her room. As she closed the door behind her, she heard Jhorrel and Brie getting louder. She looked over to her window and had an idea. She grabbed a sweater and opened the window, looking at the fire escape she slipped on a pair of flats she had next to her bed. Then she went out the window. 

As she climbed down from the second floor, Jhorrel and Brie really started yelling. Jumping the three feet from the ground Diana gave a small ouff. She dusted herself off and headed towards Elora's store. Diana wished she had closed the window. You could now hear the fight from the ground. She felt the concrete through her thin flats as she walked down the street. She thought about what Erica had told and how Banko had protected her. 

Thinking back to Darren reminded her of how earnest Darren had been at first. The way he had just come in a swept diana off her feet. How charming it had been when she met his friends how he had insisted that even though his company was buying up plots in the neighborhood next door that he had no intentions to do the same to her “charming” neighborhood. Diana sighed, and looked around. She realized that she was a lot farther than where she had been aiming for. She walked a little farther to the cross street and read Oak Street. She had gone a mile from where she had been wanting to go. Reaching into her pocket she realized that she had left her phone on the counter with her glass of wine.

“Diana?” Looking up she saw Banko. “Out for a stroll? 

“Ah hahahaha, funny story. My friends are having a little conversation. One that I decided they could have by themselves.” The Onikuma snorted, he shifted the bags he was holding. Diana’s stomach gave a loud growl. Diana gave a small smile.

“Didn’t even get to eat the pasta you made huh? Well follow me, I’ve got sushi and I may have bought enough to feed three of me.” He guffawed, and started walking away from Diana. She followed behind him. As they turned down Whistler avenue Diana’s stomach gave another growl. “Ha! Your stomach growls more than mine does when I’m hungry! Don’t worry we’re almost there.”

As they walked farther along Banko turned down a small street. Diana saw cute Victorian style houses along the street and realized that they had gone down one of the small residential streets that were in the neighborhood. Banko slowed down at a two story sort of run down Victorian. The paint was peeling on the walls and she could tell they were in the middle of redoing the roof. Weeds were in between the cracked concrete walkway and some overgrown rose bushes lined the front of the house. 

“Erica inherited it from a relative, which was a blessing in disguise for us. After what happened in her old town I didn’t have a lot of money saved up. Torug wanted to help but I was too stubborn. So now with what little we have we’re  repairing and remodeling! Starting with the roof! According to your Elora we gotta work quickly, the rainy season starts up soon.” Diana hadn’t realized she had been staring. Banko had a proud smile on his face.

“Oh yeah, next month or so. If you need help let me know. Jhorrel knows a lot of contractors who can help and probably give you a discount.” Diana was on autopilot and felt it. Jhorrel would actually know how to help better, and if any of the contractors heard about Erica and Bankos story, they’d work for free so long as the two of them paid for the stuff to fix the roof. As Diana’s thoughts glazed over the light flicked on the porch. 

“Banko hurry your fat ass up- Oh. Diana I thought- uh hi.” Looking up Diana saw Torug and Erica who gave her a small wave. Diana gave a wave back to Erica, who smiled.

“Oh wow, I am so sorry for being late. But good news is I found a stray! Diana was wandering around a couple blocks back so I brought her along!” Erica shoved Torug to the side and walked up to Banko. Kissing him, she grabbed one of the bags and Diana’s hand dragging her into the house. Torug reached out to Diana but before he could touch her, Banko grabbed Torug by the shoulder. Diana tried to listen to what Banko would say to Torug but Erica dragged her into the house before Banko could say anything.

“What happened to girls night? You seemed to be looking forward to that?” Diana blinked a few times and looked at Erica. She was looking back with a concerned expression. 

“Ah, I forgot how intense one of my friends can be, and she took offense at me not telling her about what's been going with Torug. I mean she was the one who helped me when Darren kicked me out of my store. Her and her mothers also helped me get back my store after my old landlord passed away.” hearing a thunk Diana looked over to Erica who had loudly placed a stack of plates on the counter.

“Wait what do you mean, ‘Darren kicked you out of your store?’ I thought you owned that building?” Diana sighed and shrugged. 

“I didn’t always own the building I started out renting from an old Dryad named Rosalie, she was the sweetest woman that I knew next to Elora. I had been dating this real estate broker named Darren, and when Rosalie and I redid the lease Darren asked if I needed a cosign for it. It was only going to be for a year while I saved up, and with him signing on it was going to be even cheaper than if it had been just me signing.” Diana took a breath. 

“Well it worked out for the first couple of months, then my mom passed away and I had to go home to help with that sort of thing. I came back a month later and Darren had changed the locks. He had already pushed forward his “Idea” of buying the land and turning it into a high rise. He had been talking to a few other building owners and purchased the building on the right side. He had already torn down the building and was trying to get the Dryad to sell to him.” Diana stopped to catch her breath, seeing how pale Erica had gone Diana grew worried. “Are you okay? You’re really pale.”

“I’m fine, just gotta kick something. Keep going, I think I have a feeling where this is going to go.” Erica pulled a glass down and filled it with water from the fridge. She sat down looking at Diana. Diana looked down.

“Anyway, he had donated most of my things because he ‘assumed I was going to stay at my mothers home’ and that I had ‘no need for some the stupid things’ I had. Thankfully Brie had gotten wind of what was going on. She got to the donation center and saved most of my sentimental things like the bedroom set from my great grandmother. Mom used to joke it was strong enough to hold two orcs. Brie wasn’t able to save everything though.” Diana gave a small sigh.

“ I still have no idea what happened to my great grandmother's dining room set, the family dish ware, and the family silver. Anyway after I came back I tried getting back into the apartment above my store at least. But like I said Darren had changed the locks without telling Rosalie. She called a locksmith out but Darren had called the police, he had quite a few friends on the force. They came with a cease and desist letter for Rosalie and then served me with papers. He was trying to get back the ‘back rent’ I ‘owed him’. He kept this up for three months, Jhorrel was horrified because he was the one who introduced us. Finally Rosalie gave up and behind Darren's back sold me the building. Brie contacted her mothers and they gave me the money as a gift. Jhorrel had Darren’s case against me thrown out with the help of his sister, and I served him his 30 day notice to get out. He tried to use his friends on the force to scare me, but with Jhorrel, his sister, Brie and her mothers. They didn’t get very far. Last I heard the police officers had been fired.”

“Wait who’s Jhorrel’s sister and Brie’s mother? Mothers?” Diana looked up at Erica who’s glass of water was hanging limply in her hand. Diana grabbed the glass and set it on the table.

“Jhorrel’s sister is Sararis, she goes by Sara. She's the chief federal prosecutor for the area. Brie’s a Valkyrie, her mom’s are head of the top two hospitals around here. I stayed in one of their townhouses when all of this was going down.” Erica was looking at Diana with her mouth open.

“Where is he now?” Diana jumped a bit knocking over the glass she turned to see Torug and Banko in the doorway. Torug moved forward with a look that scared Diana a little. Banko wasn’t looking much better. His fur was on end and he kept flexing his claws.

“He’s gone! and has been for at least a year. So it’s not a problem anymore. I promise!” Torug came closer and swept Diana into a hug. His arms wrapped around Diana and gave her a reassurance that Diana didn’t think she would get from a hug. She realized her feet weren’t touching the ground.

“God dammit that’s horrible. I can promise I’ll never treat you like that.” Diana felt Torugs chin on the top of her head. Diana leaned in just a little bit more and relaxed. Then her stomach growled.

“Dammit put her down, our sushi is just sitting here, and she sounds like she’s starving! Diana, have you called anyone yet?” Diana wiggled a little bit and poked Torug. He set her down, and she took a breath.

“Oh shoot, I forgot. Am I able to borrow someone’s phone? I left mine at home.” Erica reached into her pocket and handed Diana her phone. Diana dialed Jhorrel’s number, hit speaker phone and waited.

“Jhorrel Gusion, high end real estate and business leasings. May I take a message? I'm in the middle of a family emergency.” Diana snickered. She could hear Jhorrel panting.

“Jhorrel, have you been running? You never run.” Diana ripped the phone as far away from her as Jhorrel gave an inhumanly loud screech. Banko’s ear twitched backwards in pain and Torug winced. Carefully pulling the phone back, she caught the end of Jhorrel’s sentence.

“- everywhere! Sara’s on the phone with her security team!”

“NO! I’m fine! Sara doesn’t need to call her goon squad!” Diana started panicking. “I’m with Torug having dinner!” This stopped Jhorrel for a hot moment.

“Diana, I know it’s been a while and with everything going on you haven’t had time for yourself, but are you honestly going to jump into bed with an orc you’ve known for three days? If so, well okay then but honestly I would have helped you. It would have killed two birds with one stone actually.” Diana had gone redder than a tomato. She caught Erica’s eyes and Erica dashed into the other room to laugh.

“Jhorrel, you're on speaker phone.” The line went dead. Looking at the phone she saw Jhorrel had hung up. Looking up she saw Torug watching her. He gave her a smirk that made her go even redder.

“You know, I do have food at my place.” Torug smirk grew into a smile as Diana felt something. She wasn’t sure if it was nauseousness from lack of food or something else. She was about to reply when her stomach growled again. Banko slapped Torug on the back. 

“We have enough food for six people Torug, let the girl eat here first before you eat her.” Torug shrugged and held out his hand. Diana, a little wary, took hold of it. As Torug led her out of the kitchen and into the other room, he turned around.

“If you’re dead set on us eating here then you can bring the food into the living room.” Banko gave a big laugh and shooed them away. Diana let herself be led into the living room. “Maybe we can have desert at my place”

#orc boyfriend #orcs #My writing

[spiteweaver]

Big shout-out to @onikuma-fr, who suggested Hyacinth for Jasmine’s new boyfriend.

Now the entire Savannah/Bee/Stained polyam troupe is going to be named after flowers, and that’s what brought them all together. “You’re named after a flower too? Welcome to the family!”