#fennec is close behind

[redbean-nom]

krayt's claw reunion

aka: fennec gets to see boba's baby pictures

[sugawhaaa]

JEONGIN ONE-SHOT

🍒•{ innocence }•🍒

Warnings//genre:: SMUT, HYBRID, angst if you squint, shouting, marking/biting, scenting, mentions masturbating, breeding kink, lil size kink, squirting

Pairing:: inexperienced!dom!fennec!hybrid!jeongin x sub!fem!reader

A/N:: okay I am bashing my head against the wall over this fanfic 😋 hope yall like it (heart hand emoji)

Skz masterlist:: 🐾

Taglist:: @yukichan67 @kbunzzi2oa @annafeebou

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"Jeongin? What are you doing?" You ask out of genuine confusion and concern as you stumble upon your hybrid sitting on the couch with little clothing, an icepack across his chest and a cool cloth on his head.

"I'm so hot," He groans as he tosses his head on the back of the couch. "And my teeth ache, I can hardly sleep and I have zero appetite," He lists off his symptoms and you quickly become concerned.

"Oh jeez, did you check your temperature?" You go down on your knees in front of him, looking at his face, and it strikes a cord in Jeongin. His lips part, his fangs partly revealed as his pupils widen, his tail flicking back and forth. His mind races with dirty images and he shakes his head, his hair swaying with his head. "Are you okay? You shouldn't shake your head like that with this fever, you may get dizzy," You hold his cheek as his tail sways again, his ears standing tall along with something else...

A tall tent forms in his shorts that he hadn't even noticed but you, kneeling in front of him, noticed. You smile softly and stand up.

"I think I know what's up," You nod and Jeongin perks up.

"Really?" He looks at you with a twinkle in his eyes, that innocent hope.

"Have you heard of being in heat?" You ask as you sit down beside him and Jeongin's jaw drops.

"You don't think..." His face flushes even more than before though you didn't think he could get redder. He tucks his bushy tail around his body, a sign of insecurity.

"Hey, hey, it's okay," you smile softly as you put a hand to his shoulder but he continues to tuck away, his ears flattening. "It's normal, similar stuff happens to me monthly," you nod and Jeongin tilts an ear, a little confused and curious. "That's a topic for another day but promise me if you ever need help you can come to me okay?" You look at him determinedly and he nods quickly, showing you he's listening.

However, a week later you felt like he hadn't heard you at all.

"I'm fine!" Jeongin shouts from behind his bedroom door. You had accidentally knocked when he was masturbating and now he was...pissy.

"I just wanted to see how you're holding up," you explain and you hear him growl, his voice cracking.

"I don't need you bothering me every ten minutes! Leave me alone!" He hisses and you hear him hit the wall, amplifying his statement. You sigh and decide to leave him be but you weren't sure how much longer you could "leave him be". He's a mess. You hear him up all night, his chronically on his phone and he hasn't eaten a full meal in at least three days. You really worry about him and how this heat is physically and emotionally affecting him.

You then decide to do what most would think is an ass move but you don't have much of a choice. You go back to his room and knock on the door. "What!?" Jeongin snaps but you remain calm.

"I'm coming in," You say as you grab the door handle.

"N-No! Wait," you hear the genuine panic in his voice and you decide to wait. "Let me just...one second," he hisses and you hear some cluttering behind the door before he opens it. "What," he raises a brow at you and you are momentarily frozen because of how he looks. His hair frizzy, eyes dark, and his face flushed.

"I need to talk to you," you remain firm despite his height and size compared to you. You let yourself in and close the door behind you. After some negotiating you get Jeongin to sit next to you on his bed and you can see the frantic movement in his eyes, clearly buzzed. "I told you if you need help you should come to me," you put a hand to your chest and he scoffs.

"I don't need help, I'm handling it just fine," he scowls as he looks to the side and you sigh.

"Listen, this may be harsh but based on your attitude you need to hear it," you cross your arms, and he snaps his eyes over to you. "You're not fine, if you were fine you'd be eating, sleeping, bathing, and living like normal! I need you to stop shutting me out so we can actually get you to "handle" this because you will go through this every year and I'd imagine you'd like to be able to handle it better than this," you explain and Jeongin goes blank before sighing.

"Fine..." he sighs before swallowing hard. "B-But I need to know," he looks up at you, his eyes have somewhat returned to that innocent and tender glaze. He swallows hard again as he looks down. "Is it normal to..." he struggles to spit the words out. You tilt your head, showing him you're listening. "I-I can't stop thinking about you," he whimpers softly as his ears flatten. Jeongin worms his way into your arms like he always manages to do. "No matter what I do or for how long I just...I need you," his hand claws at your shoulder, kneading and pricking the fabric. "I keep getting these thoughts of...mating with you, breeding you, making you mine," he nuzzles his face against your neck, his breathing is heavy and ghosts over your skin making you shiver softly.

"Yes, this is normal," you pet his head, slicking back his tall ears only for them to bounce back up. You kiss his forehead and he smiles softly. "Do you want to...fulfill those fantasies?" You tilt your head and Jeongin instantly picks his head up, his ears pointing straight and his tail swaying.

"Yes! If you'd let me," he blushes as he admires your body quickly, his shirt hanging off his shoulder as he sits patiently.

"I'm all yours," you smile as you gesture to yourself and Jeongin's eyes light up before turning dark.

"All mine?" He tilts his head, one ear notching down as well. His hands roam over your body, looming over your breasts, but he holds back for now, instead, he decides to strip you. His touch is gentle but definitely rushed. "Fuck," he breaths out, his mouth watering as he admires your nude body on display for him. He licks his lips, his fang grazing his tongue. He throws off his shirt and begins to undo his pants as he leaves mark all over your body.

His fangs dig in, only a little, but enough that you can see it in the marks he has left. He trails his mouth lower and lower, sucking your skin into his mouth and pulling, making you moan each time. His fingers trail around your hips, outlining the bone. "Strong pelvis," he mutters against your skin.

"What was that?" You tilt your head, a little confused by his comment. He shakes his head, blushing.

"Nothing..." he goes back to marking you, a bite on each hip and right above your pubes. He then rubs his face up against your lower abdomen. "Gonna be so swollen," he mutters to himself as his strong hands roam around your body. He then picks up the back of your knees, bending them to rest on his shoulders as he creeps upward, his body looming over yours. "Will you let me breed you, baby? Pump you full of my kits," he licks your jawline, and your face flushes; he's had a complete persona change from snappy, to submissive, and now he's talking about breeding you? Heat really is intense huh...

"Fuck yeah," you moan, along with a chuckle buried deep in your chest. He lines his cock up with your slit, rubbing your folds with his tip a few times.

"Are you sure because...I don't know if I can hold back," he smirks softly as his head falls, sweat building up on his hairline again. After assuring him again he caves into his instincts, pushing his cock forward. He moans as your wet warmth envelops him, swallowing him up. "Oh god," he moans with a smirk, his head tucked back. "Is this position okay?" Jeongin asks as he begins to move his hips.

"Yeah, hits nice and deep," you ruffles his hair softly and his eyes widen.

"Nice and deep huh?" His pupils fill as he processes your words and the sensations in his body. "Gonna breed you nice and deep, you're gonna feel and look so good," he smirks as his hips pick up speed. You throw your head back as your back arches up. You stifle a moan as you grip the sheets but Jeongin grabs your wrist. "Grab me," he guides your hand to his shoulder, and you instantly reposition your arm to claw at his back.

"Yes Jeongin, just like that," you moan with a little smile and Jeongin's ears twitch upward, your praise striking a cord in him. You feel every grain of his cock gliding in and out of your dripping cunt that's throbbing and aching for release, with the rate that Jeongin is going you're going to cum soon but...would that be enough for him? Doubt it. "I think I'm close," you moan and Jeongin smirks as he looms over you.

"Yeah? Two minutes in you're already shaking and on the verge of cumming~? How cute," he smirks before nuzzling his nose into your lower jawline, breathing in your scent.

"I can't help it when you keep fucking that one spot," you whimper and Jeongins tail sways curiously.

"What spot~? Oh this one," he slaps his hips into that one spot that makes your legs shoot straight up.

"Fuck! You asshole," you whine as you fall back into the pillow. He stops thrusting only to tease that spot, his hips swaying back and forth to make his cock rub against that sweet spot. You whimper loudly and he grins.

"Oh but you like it don't you?" He licks the shell of your ear before continuing to thrust, this time focusing on that spot, moving at a slower but harder pace. He begins to rub your clit on top of everything else.

"J-Jeongin," you moan as your head goes fuzzy, a strange warmth taking control of your body as you feel warm water trickling out of your slit. It wasn't as much trickling, more spraying, and it definitely wasn't water. Jeongin is momentarily taken aback, setting your legs down to rest by his hips.

"I...I didn't know I could do that," he blushes softly as he looks at the wetness on his body. "Well, I guess I didn't do anything you were the one who...squirted," he folds in his lips with that little awkward smile.

"Come here boy," you bring your arms around his neck and pull him closer. His face flushes from the little title you gave him. "I didn't tell you to stop," you look into his eyes while your head spins.

"R-Right," Jeongin nods, feeling a little confused on who was the dom and sub in this. He resumes his little breeding session, his hips resuming speed if not increasing thanks to the lube you just produced, and he felt himself falling to his instincts again. The constant throb in his loins, the heat coursing through his body, and the way his gut tightens with every thrust. The raw need to breed, not only fuck, returned. He whimpers softly as his head falls to your shoulder. "Wanna fill you," He whines, "fill you with my kits," he growls his voice leaks desperacy but he soon met his goal.

A fluid and consistent warmth filled you from the inside as the two of you moan in harmony. A sense of satisfaction runs through the both of you; Jeongin's through the thought of breeding you at long last and yours through the raw pleasure and warmth he brought to you. You bring up a hand to the back of his head, brushing his hair softly as a form of praise. The room falls quiet aside from the sound of the two of you panting. "Sorry," Jeongin breathes and you tilt your head.

"For what," You chuckle softly.

"For...Yelling at you and being rude," He pouts softly as he thinks back on what he said. "You know I didn't mean of that, I was just...stressed," He looks up into your eyes, his ears tucked back.

"Of course," You kiss his nose again and he squints his eyes shut with a smile. "And I understand. Hormones and stuff can be a lot to handle, trust me," You pet behind his ear and he moans softly.

"Thank you for understanding, you're the best owner I could ask for," He nuzzles his head up into your hand, a low purr humming in his throat.

"Thank you baby, it means a lot," You snuggle into his neck. "Now, lets get you a bath," You smile and he frowns, his ears tuck back.

"I hate baths..."

[ever-4sunlight]

꒦꒷♡꒷꒦Headcannon꒦꒷♡꒷꒦

✮Relationship with the genshin hybrids

✮Pairing: gorou, itto, tighnari, yae miko x gn reader

✮Warnings: bad English || pronouns used: none

✮Requests are open<3

𝑮𝒐𝒓𝒐𝒖

-Relationships with gorou are kinda complicated he is used taking the role of the serious commander so it's hard for him to actually be himself for you

-He will most definitely act all tough and serious around you so you think he's cool!

-If you two are alone he will cuddle up to you and let you scratch behind his ears with his tail wagging like crazy!

-He's not really into telling everyone about your relationship no one has to know... Not even kokomi

-He would most definitely bite you but not to hard! He still possesses some of his animalistic traits so why wouldn't he let them out on you?

-He's the sweetest lover in the world! He is clingy and will do anything for you! But not when he's around people he knows of course he still has to act serious sometimes

-very silly boy that's for sure but probably already made up the future for the two of you<3 how about kids? Maybe just marrying? Either way he will be happy!

𝑰𝒕𝒕𝒐

-oh oh oh... You got yourself the greatest oni of all time good luck...

-his and my birthday aren't much apart so i just KNOW he is clingy he definitely is! Every second he gets to he will hold you or have his hands on any place you allow him to

-hes very protective and will glare at everyone who looks at you

-the first person who knows your in a relationship is shinobu... She even knew it before you did. _.

-He's very happy to be with you and will show it in every way he can

-if your comfortable with it he will put you on his shoulders so you can see the world from your lovers shoulders

-when you two are home he will grab you and cuddle with you hours for fucking hours!

-he is very talkative and needs someone who listens to him better if even speaks as much as him!

-will grin at you when you trace the red paint on his body patting your head how adorable you look while doing that

-overall a great boyfriend he would do anything for you

Tighnari

-wow! Congrats you got yourself the fennec fox to fall head over heel for you beware of his endless talking of knowledge

-he's very smart and rant about botanic and everything that happened on duty until your ears start to bleed

-he's a loving partner and will take care of you whenever you feel sick or just bad, just don't eat things you shouldn't eat or he will get annoyed

-will he bite? Not often but you will get a few nibbles here and there when he's bored

-you're one of the very few people he will allow to touch his ears and tail he will get very embarrassed so don't do it in public

-he will definitely help you with everything you have problems with hes very supportive

-he can't stand liers, don't lie to him and you will be fine

-he will definitely not tell cyno! He just knows cyno will make unfunny jokes about it

Yae miko

-you got the the pretty shrine maiden to fall in love with you congrats you got the most teasing kitsune to ever exist!

-she will tease you 24/7 if it's just sliding her hand over your spine to get an reaction or just getting close enough to your face to kiss you just to pull away, yae got every possible trick up her sleeve

-whenever you say something she thinks is something you should shut up about or just something that doesn't make sense she will pat on your head with her book

-she doesn't sleep much but loves to have your head on her lap while her hands are intertwined with your hair (if you got hair)

-she doesn't tell any of the maidens but the way she acts with you gets a bunch of attention and pulls suspicion with it

-she will hum you to sleep and hold you for your comfort

-don't expect her to do what you want she's definitely not the submissive one in this relationship

-she's the best girlfriend someone can have>o<

[anonmousegosqueak]

https://www.tumblr.com/mystrothedefender/784347104288112640

I would like ONE clingy John “Soap” MacTavish following you around in public like a lost puppy please!!!

Fennec: Write Mpreg Ghost >:( Boner: No! Write Ghoap period sex! >:( Me: ... Me: So anyways!

@ungodlydilf , You were sadly not the first person to give me the link and therefore I have no obligation to write this. Sadly, I wanna. DANGIT!

Soap is clingy.

That's pretty obvious. He likes having a hand on you at all times. Weather its just his arm around you or your hand in his, he needs to feel you. Something something, afraid of losing you, that kinda shit.

But where it is most obvious? Going to the store with him.

The drive/walk over? Hand on your thigh.

Actually entering the store? He's leading you to the baskets (that he WILL be carrying for you, no matter what you say) with a hand on your lower back.

Heck, you could ask him to grab something for you and he'd literally pause for a moment trying to decide what to do. On the one hand, he doesn't wanna leave you. On the other, he's a good boy and want's to do what you tell him to do...

Yeah, you're gonna have to go with him otherwise he's just standing there uselessly, smoke coming from his dumb hairstyle with how hard he's thinking.

And don't even THINK about letting go of his hand for any reason other than to grab something. He'll treat it like a personal insult and will probably sulk for a bit, doing anything to "get you to love him again" (your hand was sweaty and you didn't think he'd want to hold it).

He also has no idea of personal space. He's pretty sure the best spot for him to be is right behind you, accidentally tripping over his own feet with how close he is. Sorry smaller folks, you're getting loomed over as you try to pick out cereal... The only reason he's not breathing down your neck is because he's distracted with looking at your ass :p

Speaking of my short kings and queens and other short royalty! You have been knocked over at least once by him just... Going boneless? Like one second he's fine, the next he's pressing all his weight on your back. Tall folks? All y'all ain't safe either. He's just more determined to knock you down and smother you in kisses. Except now he's actually trying to take you down and therefore using tactics.

There is no "splitting up" when shopping btw. He's gotta be within six feet at all times, or else you risk a pyrotechnic Scotsman who is willing to body slam an old lady as long as it means he gets back to your side.

Also no, this doesn't change if he's trying to buy something for you. This idiot will be shopping and asking your opinion on the "surprise" he's trying to get you. "Do you like it Bonnie? 'wanna make your eyes sparkle when you see it."

He loudly brags to the clerk when checking out as well, talking about how its a gift for his wonderful spouse (married or not) and how he picked it out just for them! Meanwhile you're standing behind him like '_' because what else are you supposed to say?

Long story short, you've never had to worry about getting lost or separated somewhere busy, mostly because Johnny would never allow it to happen in the first place...

[yourfavvvintj]

good and/or bad

i would peel oranges for you

and watch you across the kitchen table.

take a sip of lukewarm water. i like how your mouth opens and closes.

prop my strawberry red legs up on your lap.

i'd tell you that i started to believe in ghosts when i first met you, and i think you would laugh, food in your teeth, and ask why.

i don't have a good answer. i never do.

tilt your head and smile at me.

good things happen and i still want to get up and leave before the end credits roll.

i don't watch movies anymore. i just sit and stare at the black behind my eyelids and listen to the score.

you ramble about the future and cutting your hair and where you're going to go.

i imagine that maybe this time there will be a happy ending.

i imagine a lot of childish things, things from back when all i wanted was to be sick in bed on a thursday.

i watch you. did you know i would spend all day at home with you?

now i don't even know what i want at all. (not this.)

your hair is half falling out of the claw clip that pins it to the back of your head like a tight, warm hug.

things will never be easy again and everything is exhausting just to think about. and i don't even know if i love you.

wrap your arms around your knees and stare at me until i blink. am i

bad?

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[imabeautifulbutterfly]

A glorious idea has spawned in my brain

Hunter x Criminal!reader where they have a Batman/Catwoman relationship, however this time Omega meets the reader and absolutely adores her so the reader decides to stick around a bit (despite Hunter's protests). During this time, the reader and Omega form a mother/daughter and Hunter secretly loves it and falls for the reader everytime he sees her with Omega

Hello my lovely anon,

Thank you for such a fantastic request. I hope I did your request justice. The setting is Season 1 of Bad Batch, so hopefully you don't mind too much. I wrote with f!Criminal!reader, hope that's okay. Reader has a nickname.

Enjoy.

Also, since this isn't part of the Fic Roulette request, it'll be filed under the One Shots Master List. It's a little longer almost at 2400 words.

Love oo,

Not Ready

Warnings: Slight thieving, Omega in danger, dangling from a tower, banter, angst, fluff, shooting, dangerous driving, I think that's it. If I miss any please let me know.

Part Two

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“Give it back, and we can just both walk away.”

You twirled the rather large knife in your hand, “Hmmm, no.”

Hunter clenched his fists, “I said, hand it over.”

“And I said no.” You smirked underneath your mask, the only thing visible on your face were your eyes. Eyes so full of cockiness, determination and experience. “I gotta ask though, why so long?” You chuckled, “Compensating for something?” You flipped it back and forth in your hand, twirling it around your palm and the back of your hand. “Has good weight.” You smirked as you arched your brow, “If you know what I mean.”

“I don’t have time for your nonsense!” Hunter looked behind, sensing the Imperial troopers closing in, he let out a sigh, and before you even realized what was happening he tried to stun you. 

Unfortunately, he missed thanks to your ability to sense when danger was imminent. Without even thinking your body back-handspringed away from the blue stun blast. “That was rude.”

“Listen, I need to get to my sister, and I don’t have time to mess around!” Hunter could hear Tech on his comms as he described Omega hanging from the tower. 

“Your sister’s in trouble?” All teasing and flirting died on your lips as soon as you heard that.

“Yes!”

You nodded and tossed the knife back to the chiseled red-bandana wearing man in front of you, “Let me help.”

“No. You’ve helped enough.” His tone full of annoyance and frustration. He grabbed the knife and took off running towards Omega, ignoring the pang of regret from his tone. It wasn’t your fault, you didn’t know he was running to help Omega. Yet, the frustration from having to waste even a minute on you was more than enough to make him worry about Omega’s safety and that’s all that mattered. 

His feet came to a sudden halt when you appeared in front of him with a speeder bike, “Hop on!”

“What?”

“Just … I feel bad, ok! Now shut up, and get on!”

He didn’t delay, jumping on the back of the speeder holding on to your waist tightly as you weaved through traffic.

“Where is she?” You shouted over the noise of the air rushing past your ears. 

Hunter didn’t respond and simply pointed to the person dangling from the tower, as another helmeted person neared her position. 

You sped up the speeder, you’d know Fennec’s helmet anywhere. You weaved and dodged against the oncoming traffic, almost as though you could see where and when the next vehicle was going to be turning or shifting. Your heart nearly dropped as you saw the tiny person slip, driving faster and more dangerous to catch her in time. 

Hunter reached out his hand and grabbed a hold of Omega’s in midair, tossing her onto his lap, pinning her between the two of you. “You okay, back there?” You shouted to make sure everyone was safe as you saw Fennec jump down and commandeer a vehicle of her own chasing after the three of you. 

“We’re fine. Get us out of here!” He shouted as he quickly checked over Omega to make sure she was uninjured and safe. He couldn’t see much from how she was clutching to his chest plate, but it didn’t seem like she was in pain either. 

“You got this?”

“What?” 

“I’m asking if you know how to drive a speeder?”

“Yeah! Why?” He didn’t clue in to what you were preparing to do until you flipped over him and landed on Fennec’s vehicle.

“Hey gorgeous!” You smirked as you looked at her.

“Ugh! Should’ve known you’d be here.” Fennec answered, rolling her eyes as she tried to keep her eyes on her target.

“Wasn’t supposed but I sort of owed him one. Back off.” You stood aiming your blaster into the hood.

“No can do, little Butterfly.”

Force you hated that nickname, somehow it had stuck among the bounty hunters and assassins, simply because you were quick and light on your feet. Dazzling them with your antics and before they even realized you slipped out of their sight, blending into the crowds more often than not. 

“Fennec, I like you, but you need to back off!”

“What’s in it for you?”

“Nothing.”

“I’ll split the reward with you, if you help me capture the little girl.”

You tried to stay balanced as Fennec tilted the vehicle side to side, “You disappoint me, going after a child.”

“Jobs a job, honey.”

You shook your head, “I warned you,” you shot your blaster into her engine, jumping off onto a nearby transport, watching as her engine began to sputter. She jumped to safety standing on the closest terrace she could find, as she watched you and her target move further away. You jumped down, finding your way back to the ground, hoping from one transport to the next. 

Once you touched solid ground, you looked back up to see Fennec turn and walk away. ‘Until next time, gorgeous.’ You mumbled as you headed back to the marketplace, before you even got five feet away, you felt your body jerk forward as tiny hands wrapped around your waist. You looked down to see the blonde girl, the rather striking man had rescued, his sister. 

“Uh… thanks, kid. I think…” you giggled as you pulled her arms away from you. 

“You saved me!” She beamed with a brilliant smile as she looked at you.

“I think your brother did that. I just drove.” You subtly shook your head, subtly moving away from the overwhelming bundle of joy.

“She has a point,” Hunter offered, “if you didn’t show up with a speeder when you did …” you could tell on his face he didn’t want to think about what might’ve happened.

“Listen, Fennec would’ve come up with something. She’s a bounty hunter, but she’s a fairly decent one. Anyway I’m glad you’re safe,” you patted the little girl’s head, “take care of yourself and your brother. Seems like he gets into trouble easily.” You turned to walk away when she gripped your fingers.

“Come with us.” She pleaded looking at you with big eyes that were asking for more than you were prepared to give, or have given to anyone since you could actually remember. It was nice to feel needed, but it was too much. 

Hunter wanted to grab Omega and pull her away from this woman who showed up, and was constantly surprising and making him feel uneasy at every turn. “Omega, we don’t know her circumstances. She’s probably already committed to something else, right?” Hunter narrowed his eyes on the helmeted woman in front of him, not wanting her to take the invitation Omega offered.

You’ve seen that look a thousand times before. It said everything that really mattered, you weren’t welcome, and he wanted you to leave as soon as possible. 

“Don’t worry,” you started keeping your eyes locked on the man standing behind Omega, “your brother is right, I’m … currently … occupied with other matters.” You smiled as you turned your attention to Omega, and kneeled before her, “Omega, right?”

She nodded, not letting your fingers go. 

You smiled and pulled out a collapsable vibroblade, “This is Vala,” you flicked your wrist and opened the vibroblade, “my father gave me this when I was about your age, he told me ‘this galaxy is full of good and bad people. Sometimes the good outweighs the bad, and sometimes there are too many bad, you won’t be able to find a good one. Vala, will always be there to protect you.’” You turned her hand palm-up and placed the vibroblade in her tiny hand. “It will protect you. Ask your brother to train you on how to use it. Never rely on someone else to save you, in this galaxy, sometimes the only person you can count on is yourself. Take care, Omega.” You ruffled her hair one more time, before standing up and walking away without looking back. 

It felt strangely comforting to be wanted, even if it was for a brief second. 

“Wait!” Hunter shouted, causing you to turn around, “We left your speeder that way” he pointed over his shoulder, you couldn’t help laughing.

“Don’t worry about it, handsome, it’s not mine.” You smiled and walked away.

Omega turned to Hunter, a saddened smile on her face, “Why couldn’t she come with us?”

“Omega,” Hunter kneeled, “we don’t know who she is. Whether she can even be trusted? It’s best if she goes her way and we meet up with Wrecker, Echo and Tech.”

“But…”

“Omega, I know you have a good heart, but you’re too trusting. It’s best if we keep a low profile and avoid entangling ourselves with people we don’t know. Come on, we gotta meet back up with the others.”

He guided her back to the hangar trying to avoid the Pantoran police force and the troopers that seemed to be searching for someone. 

Omega kept watching as one Pantoran guard held up a picture to a passerby, it was a picture of you. She pulled on Hunter’s sleeve and pointed to the Pantoran’s datapad. 

“They’re looking for her.”

“We should go…” Hunter tightened his grip on her hand, but she refused to move.

“We have to help her.”

“We don’t know why they’re looking for her. She could be a wanted criminal or a murderer, a thief.”

“Hunter, please. She saved me, it’s the least we can do.”

He looked at the picture and commed Wrecker, “Wrecker, where are you?”

“Just entering the marketplace right now, why?” 

“I need you to take Omega back to the ship, I …” he turned his head to look at Omega, “I have to repay someone who helped us get Omega back.”

Wrecker walked through the crowd faster than the others as people naturally moved out of his way, he stood in front of the both of them, tilting his head. “Who, you helping?”

“Don’t worry about it, just get Omega back to the ship and tell Tech we need to take off the minute I get back. Make sure Echo makes it back to the ship too. We may have to get out of here faster than expected.”

“Copy that” Wrecker picked up Omega and had her sitting on his shoulder as he headed back to the hangar with her. 

Hunter could hear the comm chatter between Wrecker, Tech and Echo. He let out a huff and shook his head, this was just asking for trouble. He ran back, heading the way you were walking. It wasn’t long before he found you sitting at a cafe sipping on something warm. 

“Came back to tell me you love me?” You teased him.

“Came back to tell you, you’re in danger.”

“Shocker.” You didn’t react or flinch, as you kept your eyes locked on the man’s eyes. 

“I need to know, are you a murderer?”

“No.”

“Do you have a bounty on your head with some crime boss or something?”

“No.”

“Then get up” he grabbed your arm and forced you to stand, grabbing your helmet as he pulled you along, running behind him. 

“Wait… hey!” You stopped in your tracks and pulled your arm out of his hold, “Who the hell do you think you are, pulling me like that? You know I have the right …” he put a hand over your mouth and pushed you into a darkened alley, hiding you with his body as a Pantoran patrol passed the two of you.

“They’re searching for you, and not just the police. The Imperial troopers are looking for you too.” He stepped away and handed you your helmet, “Listen, I don’t care what happens to you, but Omega was worried, and I’m not going to disappoint her. You’re warned. So you can either go back out there and try and avoid whatever trouble you got yourself into or…” he let out a sigh regretting the words that were about to come out of his mouth, “You can come with us and we can drop you off somewhere.”

“Us?”

“My brothers, Omega and myself.”

“Why are you helping?”

“Like I said, I don’t want to disappoint Omega. So what’s it going to be?”

You looked at him and then at the increased patrols you hadn’t realized were slowly filling up the streets, they all seemed to be looking for you. You closed your eyes and tapped your helmeted head against the wall, “Alright. I’ll trust you. Lead the way.”

He stepped closer to you, “I’m taking a chance on you, you put any of us in danger, and you and I are going to go another round, understood?”

You narrowed your eyes at him, “Fine. What do I call you anyway? Because I don’t think ‘stuck up jackass’ would work.”

“It’s Hunter, and what do I call you? Because I don’t think ‘crazy tooka’ works.”

You smirked as you looked at him, “You can just call me Butterfly. Hunter.”

“Fine. Now let’s go. Butterfly.”

“You know I’m not as bad as you think.”

“And hell is just a sauna, shut up and follow me.”

As much as you tried to fight the urge to smile, you couldn’t help but enjoy the banter you two had. You also couldn’t help but examine his physique as you followed behind him, moving around the crowd, ducking and avoiding capture until you made it to his ship. 

Omega ran to you and hugged you again, “I knew he’d find you, come on. Let me show you inside.” 

She gripped your hand and dragged you along. You weren’t looking for family, but … as you moved closer to the ship, there was a strange sense of belonging that came from meeting the rest of her brothers. For the first time in a long time, you felt at home. 

Hunter watched you and the way Omega gripped your hand, as you introduced yourself to Wrecker, Tech and Echo. He had to admit, you were attractive, when he saw you without your helmet, he almost felt his tongue getting all tied up. Not to mention, the outfit you wore also drew attention to your physique which didn’t help. He didn’t know why but he had a feeling this could either be a really horrible idea, or it would be a very pleasant surprise. 

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[skzartemis]

HI! Im just wondering if you do Male readers and if u do. Could you do a Jeongin X Male Fennec Fox hybrid reader where Reader gets attacked by fans and Jeongin helps him

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Pairing: Jeongin x M!Reader Genre: Fantasy, Hurt/comfort, angst, fluff, slow burn, hybrid, Idol!Jeongin x Fennec fox hybrid!Reader Warning: discrimination/prejudice, insecurity, mention os saesangs (the STAYs in this story are descibed as toxic)

The sun was setting over the crowded square, painting the sky in soft hues of orange and pink. A small event had just wrapped up, and fans were still lingering around the venue, buzzing with excitement after seeing Stray Kids perform. Among the scattered crowd, Y/N adjusted his hoodie, pulling it low over his head to cover his prominent ears. His fluffy Fennec Fox tail swayed nervously behind him as he weaved through the crowd.

It had been a great performance—Jeongin’s energy on stage was infectious, and Y/N couldn't help but smile, feeling proud of his friend. Or rather… someone he wished was more than a friend.

"Y/N!”

Jeongin's voice cut through the noise, warm and unmistakable. Y/N turned to see the younger boy jogging toward him, his bright smile lighting up the dimming square.

“You stayed until the end,” Jeongin said, slightly out of breath but clearly happy to see him. “I didn't think you'd make it this time.”

Y/N chuckled softly, his ears twitching under the hood. “Of course I did. You were amazing out there, as always.”

Jeongin's face softened. “Thanks. It means a lot coming from you.”

But before their conversation could continue, Y/N noticed the glances from a nearby group of STAYs. At first, it was subtle—whispered words and curious eyes darting toward him. Then the murmurs grew louder, and the group began moving closer.

“Who's that?” one of them said, just loud enough for Y/N to hear.

“Is he close with Jeongin? He looks weird…”

“Are those… ears? Is he some kind of monster?”

Y/N's tail twitched anxiously, his heightened hearing picking up every word. He tried to ignore them, focusing on Jeongin's cheerful chatter, but the voices grew harsher.

“Why's he acting so familiar with Jeongin? What if he’s some saesangs?”

The group was closer now, and Y/N's heart raced as they surrounded him. Jeongin noticed immediately, his smile fading into a look of concern.

“Hey, is something wrong?” Jeongin asked, stepping protectively closer to Y/N.

One of the STAYs scoffed. “Jeongin. Who is this guy? Why is he here?”

“He's my friend,” Jeongin said firmly, his voice colder than Y/N had ever heard it. “What's the problem?”

Another fan sneered. “He's not just a friend, is he? Why would you hang out with a monster like him? He's probably just trying to use you!”

Y/N flinched at the words, his ears flattening under his hood. He tried to back away, but the group closed in further, their words cutting deeper than he wanted to admit.

“Stop,” Jeongin said, his tone sharp now. “You don't know him, and you don't get to talk to him like that.”

The group hesitated, startled by Jeongin's sudden defensiveness.

Y/N tried to step in, his voice shaking. “Innie, it's fine. Let's just go—”

“No, it's not fine,” Jeongin interrupted, his gaze never leaving the fans. “Y/N is one of the kindest, most genuine people I know. And he doesn't deserve this kind of treatment—especially not from my fans.”

The group fell silent, guilt flickering across their faces. Jeongin took Y/N's hand gently and began walking away, his grip firm but comforting.

They didn't stop until they were far from the crowd, standing in a quiet park lit by soft lamplight. Jeongin let out a frustrated sigh, running a hand through his hair.

“I'm sorry,” he said, turning to Y/N. “You shouldn't have to deal with that. I should've stopped it sooner.”

Y/N shook his head, his ears drooping slightly. “It's not your fault. People just… react differently to hybrids.”

Jeongin frowned, his eyes searching Y/N's face. “That doesn't make it okay. You don't deserve to be treated like that. I…” He hesitated, then took a deep breath. “I don't want you to think you have to hide around me.”

Y/N blinked, his tail flicking nervously. “I'm not hiding…”

Jeongin gave him a small, knowing smile. “Then why do you always pull your hood up when we're in public? Why do you tuck your tail away like it's something to be ashamed of?”

Y/N opened his mouth to protest, but no words came out. Jeongin stepped closer, his voice softening.

“I think your ears are amazing. And your tail? It's adorable,” he said, a playful grin tugging at his lips. “It's part of who you are, Y/N. And I wouldn't change a thing about you.”

Y/N felt his face heat up, his ears twitching under the hood. “You… really mean that?”

Jeongin nodded. “Of course I do. You're important to me, Y/N. I don't care what anyone else thinks.”

The words hung in the air, warm and reassuring. Slowly, Y/N pulled back his hood, letting his large ears perk up in the night air. Jeongin's grin widened.

“See? Perfect.”

Y/N couldn't help but laugh softly, the tension in his chest finally easing. “Thanks, Jeongin. For… everything.”

Jeongin smiled, reaching out to gently ruffle Y/N's hair between his ears. “Anytime. Now, let's get you home. But next time, let's skip the drama and just hang out somewhere quiet, okay?”

Y/N nodded, his tail swishing happily behind him as they walked side by side, the world feeling just a little brighter.

[pannman]

Sleeping Together

Platonic!Lucifer x fennec fox Reader, slight platonic! Angel Dust x reader at the end. Let me know If you want part 2 I have some cool ideas for more

Cw: awkward situations ig, I'm aroace so I like unconventional platonic relationships, some swearing and suggestiveness from Angel

Being a small fennec fox demon wasn't easy. You were known for your small size and cuteness. So you were often seen as easy prey. But you also were so cute and incredibly soft that many couldn't resist touching you. You were used to it to some degree. But for some reason you still didn't see this coming.

It was the middle of the night and you had snuck out of your room and crept through the hotel to grab yourself a midnight snack. You were startled by the sound of someone entering the kitchen and discovered it was Lucifer (looking incredibly sleep deprived). You apologized immediately. "Oh sorry I was just grabbing a snack" you explained. "Sometimes I get cravings at night. I woke up a couple times tonight and couldn't get food off my mind maybe cause-" you stopped after realizing that not only was Lucifer not listening but he was staring at you like he was in a sleepy trance.

Not quite aware of what he was doing he kneeled down a bit and reached his hand towards you. He began petting you on the head and behind the ears. You at first were frozen unable to think of what to do before you melted at the touch of being petted. It was a weakness of yours. Before you knew it he had you in his arms carrying you off while scratching behind your ear. He took you into his room and petted you on his bed. He could not stop yawning. You were too comfortable to question what was going on and Lucifer was too tired and distracted to realize what he was doing

You woke up cozily tucked into Lucifer's arms before memories came flooding back and you tried to wiggle free. Lucifer woke up with a moan and noticed his hold on you before releasing you in a panic. "OHHHhhh. My gosh! I'm so sorry... this is-this is weird. I've never done this before" he was extremely apologetic and embarrassed. You calmed yourself and even though it was awkward quickly realized he was being genuine. "It's alright. Let's-let's just try and pretend this never happened" you said trying to make it less awkward. "Yes. Well um... yeah that's probably for the best"

Though you guys acted weird around each other all day it seemed like it was gonna stay in the past. That is until you got a knock at your door at 3 am. You opened it to see Lucifer with bags under his eyes with a nervous expression. "Hi, I hope I didn't wake you..." Lucifer began cautiously. "Whats going on?" You asked. "Look, i know we said we'd pretend like it never happened but I actually have never slept that good in my life. I... I don't sleep the greatest. Especially not since Lilith left. I tried really hard to put it outta mind tonight but I couldn't help it. I was wondering if... if..." He fumbled and turned red with embarrassment and you of course caught on to what he was trying to ask

"A sleepover every now and then couldn't hurt" you agreed careful with your wording as to not make either of you more uncomfortable. "But, I don't want you to get the wrong idea. No hanky panky, no dinner dates" you spoke clearly and strictly. "Wouldn't dream of it. Sooo... platonic?" He responded. "Platonic" you confirmed.

"Also, let's keep this between you and me" you stated. You didn't want people at the hotel (Angel) cracking jokes and you didn't want them to get the wrong idea either. It was something better kept private you thought. Lucifer nodded "of course"

That night led to many others. You and Lucifer spent so many nights together that you started to develop a strong bond. It was an odd relationship but you were grateful for it. That was until one glorious morning you awoke bright and early (as you usually did to avoid suspicion) and you crept out of Lucifer's room so you could head back to your own but as you closed Lucifer's door behind you heard a certain someone catch you in act.

"Wow, never thought you and the big dick in charge would be a thing" Angel grinned as you sighed and turned around to face him. "So how long you two been getting frisky? Man the broads are gonna flip" you wanted to slap him but unfortunately you couldn't reach. "It's not like that" you tried to explain. "Oh please, you sneaking out of his room early in the morning in your jammies? You think I'm fuckinh dense?" He questioned and you let out a heavy sigh realizing you had to tell him the truth or things would get very awkward soon.

You relayed the whole thing onto him. You hoped he would believe you. You knew this was definitely unconventional so you weren't sure. Finally you finished telling him what was going on and how it happened. "Soo... you guys just been sleeping together bit ACTUALLY sleeping?" He sounded surprised but it seemed like he believe you. "Yes" you answered with relief. "...All because you're like... this magical cure for insomnia?" He sounded a bit off when he asked that and you weren't sure why. "Yeah I guess... I don't know..."

"Can I give it a try?"

[dancy-nrew]

You know what who knows when/if I’ll ever keep writing this, here’s what I have of the Din Djarin Twilight Mirage au so far…

The great quilted cloth biodome of the Frank and Forthcoming ripples in apprehensive waves as the artificial weather inside works itself up into a storm. Raindrops ping against his helmet as Din shuffles further into his hiding place between two buildings on the fourth of the ship's seven concentric platforms. The Frank is one of the fleet's biggest farming vessels so Din can't begrudge it the moisture, but he still wishes his target had chosen somewhere with still air. He checks his equipment. It is not a nervous habit, as Boba once accused, but a practical one. "Equipment failure is one of the leading causes of on-the-job injuries," he'd responded at the time, letting a smile leak into his tone of voice. Boba had laughed and told him he spent too much time on Gumption's Gambit.

As he stands in the rain Din thinks the Gambit would be a nicer place to do this. Not easier, maybe, with all its ever twisting hallways and myriad of clunky, bolted on scrap perfect for hiding behind, but it would be warm, and dry, and after it was done he would find one of its kitchens and be handed food by someone with a smile on their face. He’d play cards, maybe. He wouldn’t be miserably soggy.

A loud sound, not entirely definable, shakes Din out of his daydream. It’s too… short, to be a gunshot. He waits a moment to hear it again, a loud bang that cuts itself off abruptly. It comes from his right and he steps up onto the box of farming equipment beside him, uses the extra height to jump and grab the edge of the roof and pull himself up. He crouches on the tiles and wishes the mirage was darker at the moment and could lend him more cover. His armor gleams purples and oranges and pinks, a mimic of the cloth above him, a mimic of the Twilight Mirage itself. It immediately gets the attention of the target who, it turns out, has stolen one of Tillage's farming mechs. The kind that drills holes. There's mechanisms and safeguards to keep it from doing so anywhere other than dirt, but mechanisms and safeguards can be brushed aside if you know what you're doing and if the target didn't know what they were doing Din wouldn't be the one sent here.

He rolls as the mech turns toward him and the thud of the air drill is incredibly loud in his ears as there's suddenly a chunk of roof missing to his left. He turns the roll into a run and heads directly toward the target. If his cover is blown anyway he finds no point in doing this quietly. That drill could do real damage. Speed is his priority. He fires his grappling hook so it wraps around the body and the drill arm of the mech and winches himself close. Fennec has made fun of his choice to use a flamethrower as "inelegant," but as he uses it to weld the drill into something unusable he thinks the word he would pick is "multipurpose."

The pilot is yelling at him through the safety glass of the cockpit. It's muffled. They figured out the drill but not how to press the comm button, Din almost laughs to himself. He scrambles to the mech's back as the target realizes the conversation is going nowhere and tries to shake him off. The rain makes staying on harder than it otherwise might be, and he skids down its curved back a little before grabbing hold of a safety rung. He makes a smug face aimed at Boba even if the man is halfway across the mirage. All that time on Gambit and you learn a thing or two about how machines run and how to fix them. Breaking something is the easy next step. Din knows this kind of mech and knows he's landed right next to the control panel and a quick thump with his balled fist pops it open to expose intricate wiring. Several seconds of generous flame thrower application makes it all significantly less intricate. Din is all ready to pat himself on the back for turning the target's mech into a neat little box to deliver back to Greef when a long iron rod slams into his shoulder.

The armor stops it from piercing him, but the impact still hurts and knocks him from the back of the mech. The rod clatters down beside him and he grabs it and uses it to propel himself to his feet. A second fucking target, nobody told him about a second target. Another farming mech, this one apparently equipped with launchable spears. Din doesn't waste time wondering what part of agriculture that could possibly be useful for as he retracts his line from around the first mech and runs towards the newcomer. It launches another bolt and he drops and slides, the slope of the roof and the wet from the storm easing his way. He collides with the thing's muddy feet and pushes right back off again, trying to once more scramble behind it. Thunder cracks overhead and in the simultaneous flash of lighting Din sees, far, far above, the long spindly legs of the divine Tillage beginning to descend from its perch atop the highest platform. Din's heart thuds and he moves faster, lassoing the mech's head. No need to bring a divine any closer to danger, these days.

Din climbs, or tries to, visibility gone to shit as water really pours down. Frantic moments of slipping and pulling and he manages to get his grappling hook arm in the vicinity of the power box and shoot the hook right through it. Except that doesn't shut it down completely, and the mech jerks back and dislodges him, and one of his boots hits the edge of the roof for a single moment of stability before he slips backwards and falls.

And keeps falling. The building they'd been scrapping on had been at the edge of the platform, and it is a long, long way down.

A fall, from that high, takes awhile. He watches Tillage drop towards the second target's mech and hopes he did enough to make the fight an easy one. He thinks if he had moved faster he could have taken it down himself. He thinks if he had just fallen off the other side of the platform he would have harmlessly crashed onto the one below. He thinks if it hadn’t been so damn wet, things could have worked out differently.

Ah, well.

—

He's already talking when he comes awake. This has happened enough times that he doesn't instantly freeze mid sentence, instead letting the body run on autopilot until he can catch up. Someone laughs and he blinks, focuses. He's standing before a table, three people sitting and smiling at him. Menus, glasses of cool liquid.

"And for you?" He asks the person next to the one who laughed, a tall man with dark skin and a soft smile wearing a dress that looks the way dust in bright air next to a window feels.

"I'll have the same, thank you."

Din writes a "x 2" next to the previous order in the small notebook in his hands. There's a third dish listed, so he must have already asked the other person at the table, young, who looks enough like the man and the one with flowing teal hair down to their thigh that Din can make a safe assumption they’re a family.

"That it for you folks? We'll get that right out to you." He smiles and gives a little wave as he backs away and the family waves and nods in return. He makes his way past the other tables in this cafe. It's bright, walls open and overlooking a wide walkway, and the walls are tiled with hundreds of shades of blue. Cerulean Deep, maybe? Or the By-and-By? The outfits seem fashionable enough. Even the uniform Din is wearing feels like a work of design, jacket cropped asymmetrically, lining lit up in slowly changing colors. He reaches the kitchen, tears the page out of his notebook to stick to the line of other meals waiting to be made, waves cordially to someone else in the same uniform, and slips quietly out the back door.

There's a box in the alleyway waiting for him. Convenient. He prefers when he wakes in his room already armored, rather than something like what happened with the ballerina: waking mid performance and falling flat on his face, waiting for two days to track down Fennec. Or for Fennec to track down him. They'd never quite agreed who did what, there. But this is an alright middle ground, he thinks, sliding open the lid and taking stock of the armor inside. He picks up the helmet first, he always picks up the helmet first, the plating of solid mirage reflecting light in dazzling sunset colors. As he pulls it onto his head he’s relieved at the fit. His last few bodies hadn’t quite felt right in the armor, head too big or too small to feel truly comfortable. He’d been short, last time, body small and soft and curvy enough that he’d had to actually make modifications to the straps and wiring that hold the plates in place. Fennec, or Greef, or whoever it was in charge of such things had got it back to Weld and returned everything to standard for him while he’d been out, and every piece fits his new form perfectly. Din lets out a little sigh of relief as he straps the last paldron in place. His true face, his true skin.

Din makes his way out of the alleyway and walks down the boulevard. With more of a view he’s sure this is the By-and-By, this floor taken up by restaurants and bakeries and grocery stores. He keeps with the slow, relaxed pace of the crowd as he makes his way to one of the crystalline elevators and comes aboard. Two people follow him in so he’ll have to get off at the next stop to not stand out as an outsider here, but he doesn’t mind. He likes the ritual involved in travel on the By-and-By. He may not be a devotee of Anticipation, but he enjoys the process of stopping on every floor, drawing out your day to make the ending that much sweeter. The next floor up is full of clothing and he spends a bit of time running gloved fingers over fine fabric. It takes him an hour and a half to get to a floor with a telephone booth but they did let him wake up as a waiter so he figures Karga’s Contingency can be left waiting a little longer. For once there is no queue waiting to talk to someone on another ship so he walks right in and picks up the phone.

"Din Djarin," he says as soon as someone picks up the other end. He likes his new voice, he thinks, deep but also soft.

"About time you called," Greef sounds harried, and there's lots of noise in the background. "We've got a divine killer."

—

Four divines have died within Din's lifetime. He was an infant when Unity had ceased responding in the middle of a pitched battle, the four other divines that made the Unity network falling out of synch and only avoiding destruction thanks to intervention from the nearby Ever Forward.

He was five years old when Instruction had fallen and the Creche had burned. He remembers how frightened his parents had been. He heard their whispers about children, children who had died. He remembers that he knew what a child was, being one himself, but not what death meant.

Three years later his parents had died along with [aq vetina divine], along with the whole [ship name], the only home he'd ever known. Armament, one of Unity's remnants, had arrived too late to do much more than rescue the few living left, and fight off the attackers till other divines could join in and drive them out of the mirage all together. Paz had been the one to carry him away from [ship's] surface, but that had also been the first time Din had met an excerpt. And Set To Rest Lightly In The Fold; Strike And 'Weld' Great Fire had knelt down before him and put a hand on his shoulder and offered him a new home, and hadn’t pushed him away when he’d clung to the fur of her cape and wept.

There was relative calm, for years and years. He'd grown under tutelage from Paz and Weld, he'd joined Greef's agency to apply some careful violence when situations called for it. He'd died, and woken up, and died and woken up. And then [alderaan], in one horrible, stunning flash, was gone.

When Din was born the Divine Fleet had 78 of its original 200 members. Now, there are 74.

—

"I may have exaggerated, slightly," Greef waves a hand vaguely in the air and Din crosses his arms. "Don't give me that look! Even a rumor of a rumor about anything that could kill a divine and folks get rightfully jumpy, these days."

Din concedes the point but thinks if it's just a rumor he wouldn't have hauled ass down the boulevard and startled the good people of the By-and-By on his way to the docks to find a ship to get back here.

Here. The lovely offices of the Karga Contingency [blah, explain the body hopping thing, why Din joined, maybe Weld disapproved a little]

"A rumor of a rumor?"

"Rumor in the first degree," Greef corrects. "Word is there's a group out there doing some good old fashioned conspiring. Shipments have gone missing, not any of it particularly important and not even all that many, but the crew on Part and Parcel are saying Post is antsy about it. Can't figure where the missing stuff is. Over on Memorious some old history books have vanished. Divine wars shit. And now Boba tells me he's heard talk of a weapon." Greef raises his eyebrows and tilts his head forward and Din doesn't need to guess at the nature of this weapon but says it aloud anyway.

"Divine killer."

"Divine killer," Greef says like the words taste sour in his mouth.

"You got next steps?" Din uncrosses his arms, leans forward a little himself.

"Got Fennec following up on Memorious. Was thinking you could see a man about a missing shipment of organic synthesizers."

—

They both know why Din is here, though neither have brought it up yet in a half hour of “hello”s and “fancy seeing you here”s. It’s an old back and forth, this dance around business with Cobb, so when the man hands him a drink he accepts without comment and tilts his helmet up just enough to down it. When he straightens again, throat burning, Cobb is looking away politely so he sets the glass on the smooth counter between them with an audible click to give the all clear. The cat ears on Cobb’s head twitch at the sound and his eyes swing back around to Din’s armored face. A slow smile spreads across his lips.

“Well, look at that. Didn’t even cough this time.”

Din huffs a laugh. This is familiar, too. Cobb had taken it with surprising grace when he'd walked back into his bar a few days after being shot to death in front of him, a few inches shorter and offering an apology for all the blood. Cobb had been calm, and accepting, and when his laughter at discovering Din's new body couldn't handle alcohol as well as his last was slightly tinged with hysteria Din hadn't called attention to it. So, every time they meet again, a glass of something strong. A test. An inside joke. It grounds Din almost as much as putting the armor back on. He leans forward, smiling beneath metal, resting his arms on the counter.

"Didn't even cough."

Cobb still smiles, but his eyes are searching. He tilts his head and exhales a little sigh.

"What do you need, Din?"

Din feels guilty, a little, as he says "Just some information. You're a smart guy."

"Hah." Cobb says it, Din isn't delusional enough to call it a laugh. "I know a thing or two, I suppose. What particular information do you have in mind, friend?"

“Part and Parcel. If you wanted to keep something from Post, where would you hide it?”

Cobb’s eyebrows don’t raise but they twitch slightly upwards. “Din-”

“It’s important.” Behind the helmet Din’s face is sincere, and it feels as if Cobb’s searching eyes can see right through the metal and glass. Cobb grew up on Part and Parcel, and had done some things there that meant he now lives here on the All-In-A-Day. A few bodies back and drunk as hell Cobb had quietly admitted he went from the divine of shipment to the divine of printed material because he didn’t think he could stand to live somewhere without the rustle of paper and the shouting of people busily, joyfully at work. “I wouldn’t ask if it wasn’t.”

“I know,” Cobb sighs, pouring himself another drink. “Hide how? Physically, or so he’d never even know it was missing?”

“Hm. He knows what’s missing, he just can’t find where it went, but the second one might be helpful too.”

Cobb nods, taking a moment to think. “Well, physically isn't actually so hard, you just need to know who’ll take a bribe. It’s been a few years but if you’re not gonna fuck up their day I could give you some names. The other thing… It’s tricky. Easiest way is to record it wrong in the first place, say you’ve got ten barrels of apples at intake when it’s nine crates of oranges. Another way is to waylay it in transit and then put it on record as delivered, but usually whoever wanted it is gonna say something, so you gotta gen up a ‘Lost or Damaged’ notice for them, and they still might end up saying something.” Cobb sips the drink he poured, staring past Din’s shoulder. “So the last way. Make the divine forget.”

Din returns the favor and stares at a spot somewhere on the wall behind his friend, lets him confess quietly to no one in particular.

“There’s a-” Cobb gestures in the air like he’s holding something round in his palm. “It shorts out the mesh. Or… freezes it. Makes a blind spot. You can delete things, while it's running. And what's gone is gone for good."

This is heresy. Din can't help the sharpness in his tone when he says "Do you still have-"

"No," Cobb says, just as sharp. "That's not my life anymore."

Cobb looks wretched enough that Din drops it, though he clenches his fists hard enough that the leather of his gloves squeak. Greef saying divine killer echos in his head. The mesh is everywhere, all around them, melding the digital and physical. A device that could make it null and void could fuck up a divine along with fucking up just about any average person. The metal that replaced Fennec's guts runs on it, and Boba's enhanced eyesight and hearing, even his own armor is mesh integrated. Din suddenly wishes his helmet was off so he could rub a hand across his eyes.

"Maybe it's just the first way, or second, and I don't have to worry about this," Din says, with absolutely no hope that it's true.

"Knowing your luck…" Cobb looks at him regretfully.

"Knowing my luck," Din agrees. He sighs and scoots his stool back so he can stand. "Well."

"I'm sorry."

Din stands still for a moment. It's a bigger apology than for the workload that came with the information he'd offered. He leans across the bar again, rests a hand on Cobb's shoulder.

"You're… a shelter, here, Cobb." His bar - on the middle floor of a ship full of people frantically getting issues of a dozen different papers ready to print, and artisans designing meticulous works of paper engineering, and serious professionals restoring crumbling old tomes - is a haven for the underslept. There are lobby entrances on three other ships as well, so people there can come in through the mesh. And with the know how and contacts from his time on Part and Parcel, everyone knows Cobb Vanth can fix your problems, or at least knows someone who can. "You don't need to apologize for anything."

Cobb looks a little bowled over. "Sure know what to say to a guy, Djarin."

"See you around, Vanth." Din nods at him and turns to leave.

“Din.” Cobb’s voice is urgent as he grabs his arm. “When you came in, I… thought you were here about something else.”

Din turns back towards him and tilts his head, questioning. Cobb’s face is pinched, frowning.

“I’ve heard… people have been seeing a stranger in a hat.”

Din is taken aback. “Bane-”

“Hush up,” Cobb reprimands, pausing between the words to weight each one with emphasis. He glances around the room before he continues. "I don't know. Like I said, I thought that's why you were here. If he's around again and you didn't even know it yet, you better be fucking careful."

Cad Bane. The man who'd shot him dead in this bar all those years ago. The reason one of Cobb's lungs is synthetic and his tail is a good half foot shorter than it once was. A man who specializes in using the mesh to his advantage. As the information he'd gained this evening parades across his brain Din feels the vertigo of suddenly being certain he is about to have many very long days in a row.

"Yeah… Yeah. You need help, you call me or Fennec or-"

"Boba, yeah, I know."

They stand there for a moment, looking at each other, then Din clasps his shoulder one more time and heads for the door. He'd never been particularly good at goodbyes.

—

One really long scene

Visit Pelli to get the Razor Crest

Flying through the mirage, coming up on Part and Parcel

Nothing suspicious but why would there be

Tries to talk his way past postal worker and it does not go well

Mentions Cobb’s name and it goes Worse

While running away through the ship notices a weird panel, circles back around to it but Bane is there

Hides, watches him open it

Din doesnt want to go loud yet, better to sneak

Sneaks around, hears gideon and bane arguing/talking

Finds hidden labs deep in the ship

Theres one of the devices Cobb described

Din real angry they would do this, kill a part of a divine like this, hide their own body from them

Then he finds the baby

Bane comes in, stand off

“You’re awfully sneaky for a guy in a suit of armor” “ok” (shoots the inhibitor device)

The divine immediately goes red alert and helps Din as he bolts, chase through the warehouse floor, packages and letters flying everywhere as the divine throws literally everything it has at Bane (grogu can feel the divine? They react to it coming online?)

Gets to his ship

Fuck he doesnt have a car seat

Hold the baby

Ship chase, gideon catches up, din manages to out maneuver him and knock him from the sky

Fuck! Here comes bane!!

Razor crest gets damaged, basically crash lands on another ship

Din realizes as they “land” that he cannot let himself die, he cant leave Grogu alone

Running!

Din needs to call for help but cant risk going for a telephone booth

Goes to a digital lobby

Risky because Bane is good at the mesh

Bane is threatening them but Grogu grabs hold of the mesh and the world changes around them and they’re impossibly spat out at Greef’s head quarters

Everyone: well. What in the fuck was that

(…)

The metal dome slides open and Din-

His body reacts before his brain can comprehend what he's seeing. His heart thuds out of rhythm, his limbs turn cold, his stomach drops and his first incoherent thought is that he’s falling again.

But he's not. His feet are on the ground and in the cradle - that’s what he suddenly understands this to be - is a child. A baby, really, maybe around a year old. Their tiny arms are held down by metal and they lay so still that the ice in Din's veins gets sharper for a moment and he feels that he might shatter until he sees their chest rise and fall. Breathing. Alive. Their skin is tan, their ears fin-like, and iridescent green scales dot their face and limbs. Din's hands shake as he pulls the cuffs open. He tries to be gentle but the movement stirs the baby and their eyes flutter open and they look up at him. They are not scared. There isn't much emotion at all on their face; they look like they're waiting to see what happens before they react, saving their energy.

"It's alright," Din manages past the way his chest clenches at this sort of blank caution in someone so young. "It's ok. We're gonna get out of here."

Din unclasps his cape and ties it into a quick sling. There are threads of mirage in the fabric; he wishes he had a full set of armor to encase the child in, but this will at least give them some protection. "It's alright," he says again as he carefully reaches into the cradle and picks them up. They don’t fuss, barely making a noise as he settles them into the sling.

(…)

"Don't lose, uh.." Din gestures vaguely in the air around Luke where he imagines Hope to be hiding, even if he's pretty sure that's not really how it works. Luke stares at him for a moment with an eyebrow raised before his eyes go wide and he lets out an undignified squawk of a laugh. Flickers of green appear in the air around him, and Din gets the shivery feeling that the divine is laughing too.

(…)

“How many… times have you died?” Luke pauses mid sentence, like he realizes it might be a rude thing to say but wants to know the answer enough to keep going anyway.

Din considers not answering, but then exhales through his nose and shrugs. “A fair amount."

Luke smiles a little. “Most people just get the one. I think you may have died an unfair amount.”

Din nods. He isn't wrong, it's not like Din hasn't thought about that before. Why does he deserve a second chance? It's just part of the job is callous, I do my best to help people with the lives I am given feels inadequate when so many others do just as well with only the one, it's a horrible way to live, dying over and over, I do it so no one else has to is… well, just sort of sad.

"You… have to… make a choice," he says, picking through his thoughts. "In the beginning. You either count or you don't."

"What, lives? Deaths?"

Din nods. "What if there's a time when you want to stop counting? How do you decide which body stops mattering like that?"

Luke settles a little further into the window seat. "You don't count?"

Din shakes his head. "But… maybe a dozen, a little more. It's… been awhile."

Luke studies him, and as he sits there quietly flashes of green appear again. They cling at the excerpt's clothes, thread through his hair, and Luke touches a finger to one stuck in a fold of his shirt. Din looks away, looks out the window, the moment too intimate to observe.

"Which was the worst?"

Din looks at the mirage swirl outside for a little longer. "The first, but only later." Luke makes a puzzled noise and Din elaborates. "It wasn't… particularly gruesome. At the time it was sort of a relief to get it over with, to know what to expect next time. But eventually, a few deaths later, I realized-" Din sighs, scratches the back of his neck. "I know it sounds stupid that I didn't think about it earlier, but I realized that I had nothing left that my parents had touched. I wasn't able to take anything with me fleeing (Aq Vetina), my body was all I had that they had held and loved. And it was long gone and I hadn't even thought about it."

He'd stopped looking out the window and started looking at Luke again at some point as he spoke. Here he is again, making choices and only realizing it later. Luke breathes steadily and his eyes look sad and he doesn't offer any platitudes.

"I look like him now," Din whispers. He hasn't said it out loud, has tried not to dwell on it since seeing his startled reflection in the mirror. "I look like my father."

Luke's jaw clenches

(…)

Din goes to speak but the words catch in his throat. He coughs to clear the dryness and says "I don't think I've ever said this many words in a row."

"Not much for talking?" Luke asks through humming laughter.

(…)

On the bed Grogu makes a small noise, which turns into a questioning wail as Din turns to look over at them. He swings his feet off the window seat and crosses the room towards tiny reaching hands, scooping the child up in his arms and running a hand up and down their small back. He hums as he rocks them, the helmet's modulator making it a soft staticy sigh, and turns to look back at Luke. One of the excerpt's legs dangles off the seat and he leans forward as if he'd made to get up.

"You should get some rest," Luke says softly, settling back into the seat. "I'll keep watch."

Din thinks about arguing but Grogu clings to the edge of his chest plate and he knows he won't have the heart to peel them off. "Wake me in a few hours, I'll take a turn."

"Alright."

"Luke." Din says it sternly, head tilted.

"I promise!" Luke says, hands up, mouth twisting into a smile.

[primalsouls]

Nilotpala Lotus

tighnari x m! reader

moon, tell me if i could

send off my heart to you

theme: general, fluff

warning: a teeny tiny mention of nipple piercing, allergic reactions, 1.5k word count, little ooc Tighnari(?)

summary: Tighnari, Cyno, and Collei decided to go on a walk and patrol the Avidya Forest for a couple of hours, but before an hour can even be completed, they were met with a loud shierk.

notes: I've been thinking about tighnari a lot lately and wanted to write something that kept coming to mind, haha. im also writing pt. 3 of Inner Visions, but the motivation comes and goes every three to five business days. currently has over 350 words that fic lol. please, someone talk to me about Tighnari (╥﹏╥) i need more of him 😔 also meant to make this short under 1.5k words, but i guess i dont know my own limits. xD comments & reblogs are appreciated!

Tighnari, Collei, and Cyno were out on a walk when they came across a loud shriek. Tighnari flinched and covered his ears right away, wincing at the loudness. Cyno and Collei looked around before another yell was heard. The trio quickly picked up their pace and headed in the direction of the sound. As they got near, the fennec fox was able to pick up more than one voice. Panic filled in them. Cyno took the lead, his polearm already in hand. Tighnari followed behind, keeping a close watch on Collei next to him.

“—should we do!? Is he gonna die!?” The high-pitched voice sounded familiar to Tighnari. Shrill and panicked. So loud, it made the dendro user flattened his long ears against his head. When the trio reached the area where the voices were heard, Cyno held a hand up to stop on their tracks, his grip on his polearm tightened to be ready to use. He was the first one to walk closer with cautious steps.

“He's gonna pass out, compadre! He's burning up!” Now there was an unfamiliar voice. The electro user peeked over the large tree that stood between them and the owners of the previous voices. A small flash of shock crossed his features and turned to look back at his two friends.

“It's the traveler and Paimon with two unfamiliar faces.” Cyno reported. When he confirmed their identities, the trio walked around the tree and up to the small group. Tighnari looked at the sight.

As Cyno mentioned, Paimon floated beside Aether, her small hands covering her face as she floated back and forth with a scared look. Aether was crouched next to an unknown face. He wore a concerned expression on his face, trying to keep a calm demeanor as he kept a hand on the back of the first stranger. Beside them was a white haired, tall man with red markings and horns sticking out on the front of his head. He also wore a panicked look. Between Aether and the other fellow was a (hair color) male who looked fatigued and had reddened skin, almost looking like he had a fever. His eyes were casted down on the ground and his breathing sounded irregular.

“Aether, what's going on?” Cyno broke the tensed air around the group. Aether and Paimon looked over and relief washed over their faces. The traveler stood up after making sure the other man was sitting comfortably against a log before he walked over to Cyno with Paimon. “Is he alright?”

“No, he's not! (Name) suddenly felt sick!” Paimon exclaimed, a pout on her small face. Aether gave a small smile before telling the floating child not to exaggerate the situation. “We were just coming from Liyue and were taking a small break. Aether and (Name) stayed in this camp of ours to make snacks while Bull-chucker Itto and I went out and gathered some wood for the fire.” Paimon explained after calming down. Cyno glanced at the two Paimon was referring to, nodding his head for the story to continue. Tighnari stepped closer to the fatigued male Paimon called (Name), but kept his distance. He only studied to see what was wrong with him, a small frown on his face.

The man certainly had reddened skins around the nape of his neck and forearms. His face was flushed like he had a fever and his eyes looked exhausted. Their (color) eyes glanced up at him. Tighnari let out an apology as he stepped back again.

“(Name) was fine with me. Paimon and Itto here came back with wood and a couple of the Nilotpala Lotus.” Aether continued, pointing down at the small pile of wood beside the log his friend rested against. The two Nilotpala Lotus he mentioned were scattered away from (Name), as if someone dropped them without a care. Tighnari turned his attention to the two lotuses with a tilt of his head, his hand taking hold of his chin as he put himself in thought. “Then out of nowhere, (Name) said he felt terrible and almost faint on us. He started to get red on his arms and said he was having a hard time breathing.”

“Paimon thought he was gonna die!” Paimon said, floating next to (Name).

“C'mon, Flying Lavender Melon, (Name) is too strong to die!” Itto said, a frown on his face. Paimon nodded in agreement, a look of determination on her own face. Aether shook his head as he let out a sigh.

“He might have an allergic reaction to the Nilotpala Lotus.” Tighnari broke their conversation. Their eyes turned on him. Paimon and Itto glanced at each other in shock. “He has shortness of breath, an itching rash, and a fever.” The forest watcher leaned a bit over (Name) as his eyes squinted. “And hives. His eyes are also watery. Have you been sneezing?” He asked, crouching next to (Name). He nodded, his lips parted slightly as he took swallow breaths. “We have to take him back to the Gandharva Ville. I could prepare him a quick relief cream for the rash and hives.” Tighnari stood up, crossing his arms over his chest. “This must be your first time in Sumeru, if I'm guessing. You never came in contact with Nilotpala Lotus before, so he must not know he was allergic to it. Who gave you the lotuses?’ The watcher tilted his head before turning his attention to Paimon and Itto, both wearing a guilty look.

“Paimon swears we didn't know! We just found the lotuses pretty and decided to give it to (Name) because he said he had never seen a Nilotpala Lotus.” Paimon explained quickly as Itto nodded along.

“Yeah, if we knew that our amigo was allergic to the flower, we wouldn't have given it to him!” The oni added in, his hands held up in defense. Tighnari sighed as he shook his head.

“Just help bring him in. When we get to the ville, you can take him to my room. C'mon, let's go.” With the help of Cyno and Itto, (Name) stood up. His legs almost gave out but Itto held him close. Aether reassured the others he would catch up with Collei, who decided to help stay behind to clean around the camp with Paimon.

The trip back to the ville wasn't too long, luckily they weren't too far off. Cyno and Itto helped (Name) lay on Tighnari's bed. The forest watcher busied himself in his corner preparing the cream. Thankfully the cryo user wasn't deadly allergic to the lotus. When the cream was ready, Tighnari knocked before he walked in. (Name) laid on his side. “I've brought the cream. Should help relieve some of the itchiness and hives, reducing the rash as well. I've also prepared medicine to help lower down your fever and a gel to apply on your chest and back so you can breathe with no trouble.” Tighnari placed the small bowls and bottle on the nightstand next to his bed. He turned to the other man who carefully sat up with a pained groan. “Here, let me help you apply them, if it's fine with you of course.”

Once given the go to, the long eared fox removed his gloves. He helped the guy remove his shirt, taken a bit back when he was met with a tattooed back of two vicious tigers in red lining. Tighnari cleared his throat and picked up the cream, scooping a bit up with a few fingers. He gently rubs the cream on the reddened part of the skin, watching (Name) let out a satisfying sigh. He could tell the (hair color) man closed his eyes and leaned into his touch. Tighnari continued to apply the cream on the nape of his neck behind. With the cream applied, he cleaned his hand with a wet rug he had brought with himself and took the other bowl, this time the gel. Like the cream, he scooped the gel and massaged it on the back of (Name). The feverish man turned when asked to let the watchleader place the gel on his chest. Once again, he was taken back, this time by the sight of scars and pierced buds. Tighnari tried not to let his stunned look linger as he finished off with the gel, cleaning his hands once more.

Clearing his throat, Tighnari stood up from the bed and looked away from (Name), placing the bowls on the nightstand. “Um, you c-can go ahead and drink a spoonful of the last medicine.” The fox-hybrid was surprised with his stuttered words. What was going on? “After that, you should rest. I'll, uh, I'll bring you dinner when it's ready.” Without a second word spared, Tighnari left his own area. (Name) blinked, thinking nothing wrong about the forest watcher's behavior. Taking his advice, he laid back down on his side and took a nice deep breath for once, smiling a little as breathing became easier to do again. He closed his eyes and slowly drifted off to sleep. Now, it was time for the night to fall upon them all.

[askror]

Alright that's it, the lot of y'all need a day off! Mandatory vacation day starts now, what's the game plan?

"But I c-"

Lanolin's vision filled entirely with the face of Director Jewel's, the normally sunny-demeanored beetle looking dead serious for a change.

"No can'ts. No buts. You have three-hundred-fifty-two hours of paid leave saved up. Tangle and Whisper have already agreed. Kit has already agreed. You. Are. Taking. A. Day. Off."

The way Jewel's wide eyes wobbled and flickered as they stare into her own like twin abysses instilled a deep and primal terror in the sheep, who was immediately twitching and shifting nervously as she started to nod: "O-Okay. Okay! I'll go! Just, I don't know what I'm going to be doing yet, so." Like a switch had been flipped, Jewel's demeanor changes entirely back to the easygoing little office lady, beaming at Lanolin: "Oh, that's already been decided." Lanolin, cautiously: "It, uh... it has?" "You guys are going to have a beach episode!"

---

Emerald Coast was generally pretty placid as far as beaches go. A relatively gentle, easygoing tide rocked Tangle the Lemur as she floated on her back, adrift just a little off of shore. Lanolin watched her, terribly sweaty. The heat of beaches didn't really sit well with Lanolin. Too much wool, plus unrestrained sun and hot sand, plus the coastline humidity? She'd tied most of it up and back even more than usual, and traded out her very functional clothes for a two piece swimsuit that she'd bought a couple years back and never had any real reason to use, and even then she was feeling the heat. But she had to admit, the place was gorgeous. The water was so blue! "Why are you two being so boring? The water's nice and relaxing today!" Tangle called out to her from a distance. It was the... Sixth? Time she'd done so since Whisper wandered off to go find them some chili dogs, and left the hyperactive girl without a playmate. "I'll come out there in a bit, Tangle. Lemme stretch out and relax a little!" She called, finally giving in to the demand but putting it off just a little longer. Water and wool didn't mix well, but she'd worry about that later. She glanced over to her side at Kit, who had of course not responded. The fennec was dealing with the heat admirably in comparison to her; he looked entirely at home lying on a beach towel in those baggy swim trunks she'd bought him on the way here, hands behind his head with cool shades over his eyes (She had no idea where he'd gotten those, to be fair). "Sure you don't want to go out there and play?" "I don't really like swimming. " Although it was the usual turning down of fun and excitement, he didn't sound dull or unhappy. Actually, he sounded remarkably relaxed. Like he belonged by the sea. She could tell he liked it despite his attempts to the contrary. Maybe he was just hot-natured? She could only imagine how miserable staying in Winterburg must have been for him. She was about to interrogate him further, but Tangle interrupted her with another call.

"If y'all don't wanna come out in the water... I'm gonna bring the water to you!" The lemur had gotten out of the water far enough to be standing not far from them. It was close enough for Lanolin to see what she was doing and react with horror as she watched the lemur shift her thick tail to rest beside her and then PUSH! The sproingly appendage raked across the surface of the water and then burst out of it, and with it came an enormous mass of sea water in a huge crescent, directly at them. "TANGLE, YOU-!" She put her hands up, but the inevitable drenching never came. After a few seconds she closed her eyes, and they widened with surprise: the huge splash had turned into a big globe, hovering in midair above them. Kit had one of his arms extended, still completely neutral-faced in those sunglasses as he drew lazy patterns in the air with his fingers. Inevitably, that giant mass of water began to levitate towards the awestruck lemur now standing on the shoreline watching it with her mouth open. "Ah! K-Kit! Buddy, old pal! Can't we talk about this?" She stammered, slowly beginning to take step backwards as the huge mass followed her. "No talking. Now is Lemur Destruction Time," he said with a yawn. Tangle began to sprint down the beach away from them, wailing, her impending doom hovering behind her faster and faster. "Food's here. I'll, um. Hold onto Tangle's for now." A quiet voice came from behind them. Lanolin and Kit turned to find a familiar wolf in a sporty blue swimsuit behind them, smiling with a small platter of chili dogs. Somewhere off in the distance, there was a massive splash sound and a vocalization that sounded something like "blrrrrghbblglglglbl".

"Thank you," Lanolin said with a little smile, accepting a veggie dog and an Icee from the wolf. She handed over a teriyaki-jalapeno dog to Kit not long after, the fennec immediately beginning to dig in. Neither of them mentioned the strange faces he was making as he was eating it, as they understood why he got it well enough.

The day would proceed rather swimmingly; and not just because more swimming followed once they finally got Tangle toweled off! Food by the beach, a stop at the arcade where Kit blew them all away clearing Golden Axe with a single credit, some shopping in Station Square... All in all, a very relaxing day. You need one of those now and then, or you'll start going crazy.

[mandos-mind-trick]

Kinktober Day 24 - Oviposition

Summary: It’s mating season. Boba has a special request for you this year. 

Pairing: Boba x reader

Warnings: NSFW, 18+, monster AU, Naga!Boba, snake anatomy (Boba has two dicks), masturbation, mating, oviposition, lots of talk of pregnancy (cause that’s kind of the point), stomach bulge, lots of fluids, magic

A/N: I don't have much to say about this one but what do I have to do to get Naga!Boba to lay his eggs in me?

MASTERLIST

A gentle breeze brushes your skin as you lean against the balcony overlooking the red sands below. It’s still hot despite the setting suns, the warm breeze offering little respite to the burning heat radiating off the sand far below. You fiddle with the rings on your fingers, your entire body adorned in gold and jewels. Your thin, green dress rustles in the breeze, the fabric as fine as silk but thin enough to keep you cool in the hot desert. 

You step back inside, your room still heavily fragranced by the scented oils you had bathed with. Nerves flutter in your stomach as the twin suns drop lower and lower in the sky, painting your room in deep oranges and reds. It’s a beautiful sight, one you usually enjoy, but tonight you’re too anxious to bask in the sunset. 

You stop in front of the mirror, adjusting the gold, bejeweled crown atop your head. It was made specially for you, as was most of your jewelry. He likes it when you’re bedecked in signs of his riches, his power. That is what you’re here for. To show off, to be stared at. Another prized possession for him to keep in his palace. 

Well, that’s not all you’re here for. 

There’s a short knock on the door before it slides open, Fennec stepping in. A smirk flashes across her face as she looks you over. You’ve taken comfort in Fennec, the only other human in the castle, many times before. Boba only has so many uses for you, and you spend most of your time alone. 

Though, if all goes well, that will change tonight. 

“He’s ready for you.” Fennec says, holding the door open. 

You take a steadying breath before walking out the door, letting her lead you down to the sublevel where Boba resides. It’s cooler down here, the lower levels protected from the heat of the day.

Fennec pauses outside the giant doors to his chamber, giving you a steadying look before she knocks. The deep, gruff voice inside calls to enter and she opens the door for you. You take a breath, steadying your nerves before you step into the dimly lit chambers. The door closes behind you, latching shut. You know Fennec will stand guard, but the thought of being locked inside has the nerves twisting your stomach violently. 

You’re not afraid of Boba. You’ve long gotten over that fear. He would never hurt you, and has even gone so far as to defend you from others that got too close, others that thought they could touch. 

No, your nerves are swirling for a different reason. 

It’s mating season. 

Twice a year Boba goes through mating season. He’s more aggressive, quicker to anger, and always more possessive of his things, including you. He usually spent the height of it alone in his chambers, having lavish gifts sent to you and vast meals laid out. It’s always a strange time, but you’ve grown used to it. 

This time, he had a request for you. It took you by surprise when Fennec delivered the message, and you took a long time to think it over. 

“Thank you for agreeing to this.” Boba says, uncoiling himself from where he had been sitting in the corner. 

He’s thick and broad, from his head to the tip of his tail. His top half is human enough to not seem strange, with the exception of his pointed ears, slitted eyes, and the thin, sharp fangs you know reside in his mouth. You’ve seen them more than once, bared as a threat to anyone who angers him. Rarely does he use them, striking out only when necessary. Those who receive his bite never live to tell the tale. 

His skin is tanned on the top half, bearing many scars from his days as a warrior. The tanned skin changes into scales at his elbows and his waist. His scales are dark, the base black with green, red, and yellow spots coloring the expanse. His hands are big and his fingers end in claws, dangerous claws capable of taking skin off as easily as a knife cuts into soft butter. His tail is strong, flexible, and long, so long he could likely touch each end of his vast chambers if he stretched it out straight. You’ve felt its power before, had it coiled around your body, watched it coil around others and snap their bones like its nothing. 

He’d never hurt you. That he promised. 

He slithers up to you, towering over your form. You stare up at him, swallowing your nerves. 

“I wish to serve you in any way that I can.” You say, fiddling with the gold belt around your waist. “Of course, I didn’t know this was possible before.” 

Boba wants you to carry his clutch. 

The words Fennec had said to you, the message she had delivered just days ago when mating season began. You didn’t know much about his species or their mating before, and you weren’t entirely sure it was possible for you to carry his eggs. 

“They need a safe, warm place to incubate.” He says, slithering closer to you, closing the distance between you. He lowers himself down so you’re closer to the same height, a clawed hand coming to rest on your stomach. “And what better place than inside my most prized possession.” 

Your stomach clenches and not from nerves. You know he cares about you, but you had always assumed his most prized possession would be his vast treasure or his weapons. Not...you. 

“There are not many,” He says, his hand dragging across your stomach to hold your hip. “And there will be some discomfort with placing them, but I will do my best to make it as painless as possible. Do you have any questions?” 

You stare up into his eyes, his tail slowly coiling around you. You hadn’t even noticed it was moving, too captivated by him. “How will they...come out when they’re ready?” You ask. 

He smiles. “Your body will know when it is time to lay them. That will be the most uncomfortable part. Not all of them will make it, but no harm will come to you in the process.” 

You nod, swallowing the lump in your throat. “Okay.” 

He picks you up in his arms, slithering over to the lowered part of the floor where he sleeps. It’s full of sand, and you wonder if he buries himself in it when he sleeps. You know normal snakes like to burrow, and the image of him burrowing in the sand brings a smile to your lips. 

Boba coils his tail in the sand, covering a large area. He lowers you down so you’re resting against his tail, your body splayed out across him. His tail is warm, the scales smooth against your skin. It’s not the first time you’ve rested on his tail. You sit amongst the coils often when he’s holding court, draped across him in your finery. 

This is different though. 

His hands tug at the stays of your dress, removing it from your body easily. He keeps the jewels and the crown in place, trailing his hand over the pendant that falls right above your breasts. 

“You are very beautiful.” He says, staring down at you. It’s also not the first time he’s complimented you. 

It still never quite fails to bring warmth to your cheeks. “Thank you.” You say, slightly breathless. 

His hands trail down your sides, claws gently scratching across your skin. “I want this to be as pleasurable for you as possible.” His hands stop at your hips, his tail shifting to lift them slightly. “Touch yourself for me.” 

Heat blossoms beneath your skin as you stare up at him, nerves beginning to chew away at your stomach again. You hadn’t expected this to be part of it. You had expected...well, you’re not entirely sure what you had expected. Something so intimate...that certainly wasn’t it. 

You slip a hand down your body, fingers trailing over your skin. You keep your gaze locked with his as you reach your slit. You part your legs further, trailing your fingers over your clit. You’re sensitive, sex not something you partake in often, and you’re usually alone when you do. 

Your lips part in a gasp as you continue to tease your clit, the cool air brushing against your dampening slit. Boba’s eyes trail down your body to where your hand is circling your bud, his nostrils flaring as he inhales deeply. His senses are different than yours, more sensitive, he told you once. He can hear and smell and see better than you can. You can only imagine what this is like for him. 

You continue to rub your clit, your eyes drawn down his body to his waist. Not far below where the skin changes to scales, there’s a slit opening. Your eyes widen as something begins to poke out. Not one something, but two somethings. Side by side, two cocks spring forth from the slit in his stomach. It’s not far off from where it would be if he were a human man. One is slightly larger than the other, with a wider hole at the top. 

Your ministrations stop as you stare at them. You have little experience with human men, but you know this is very different. “Are you...going to put both...” 

Boba chuckles, leaning forward to cup your face. “No, little one.” He wraps his other hand around the smaller one. “This one will prepare you first.” He moves his hand to the larger one. “This one will deliver the eggs into your womb.” 

Your lips part as you stare at them, nodding slowly. “Uh huh.” 

He chuckles again, pulling back so he’s hovering between your legs. He smooths his hands over your thighs, putting your slick folds on display. “This may feel strange. I promise it will not hurt for long.”

You gulp as he lines the smaller cock up with your pussy, dragging the head through your folds. It’s strangely slick, coated in some sort of lubrication. It doesn’t hurt much as he presses into you, the lubrication helping him slide right in. You moan at the stretch, watching the appendage slip deeper and deeper into you. He braces himself over you, rocking his hips as he works into you. 

You relax back against his tail, toes curling as he stretches you open, reaching deeper and deeper inside of you. Your pussy begins to tingle, the strange lubrication coating your walls. The pain of the stretch is gone, the strange tingling sensation taking over. 

“I-It’s strange...” You gasp as he presses further into you, bumping up against your cervix. It doesn’t hurt much, but your pussy continues to tingle, all pain disappearing, only the pressure of his cock inside you left. 

“It’s numbing you.” He grunts, continuing to push his cock up against your cervix. “It will make it easier for you to take my clutch.” 

“Oh!” You gasp, pleasure beginning to bubble under your skin as he fucks you. 

Despite the numbing you can still feel him, the pressure along your walls, the push of him against a spot inside you that has you almost seeing stars. 

You almost whine as he withdraws his cock, your tingling walls feeling empty despite the numbness. His hands wrap around your thighs, pushing them up and towards your chest. He tells you to hold them there, splaying yourself open further for him. Your face warms as he stares down at you. A twist of anticipation and slight fear burns through you as he wraps his hand around the other, larger cock. You expect it to hurt, especially as he lines it up. 

The pressure is intense, but there’s no pain as he presses his cock into you. Your body stretches around him, your lower stomach bulging a bit as he eases himself into your walls. You’re breathing heavily, fingers digging into your skin as you watch him move inside you, sinking deeper and deeper, spreading you open and pushing against that spot inside you. 

“Relax.” He says, hovering over you. His hands rest on his tail by your head, his cock sinking deeper and deeper until he’s pressed against your cervix. “This may be a bit uncomfortable at first.” He warns. 

You let out a quiet sound as a cramping feeling begins in your stomach and back, his hips sinking closer to yours. You wince at the pain, clamping around him. One of his hands cups your face, your knuckles nearly white as you cling to the backs of your knees. 

It doesn’t take long for the pain to dissipate, the numbing setting in. It’s a strange feeling as he pushes into your cervix, his body settling against yours. He lets out a groan as his cock begins twitching, a sudden gush of fluid filling you. You whimper at the strange feeling, his cock pushing harder and harder against that spot as he pulses inside you. 

His eyes are screwed closed, a deep groan falling from his lips as something pushes against your entrance. Your eyes drop down to where your bodies are connected, his cock bulging against your entrance. Your eyes widen as it begins to push into you, spreading you open even more. You let out a sound as you watch it push its way through your canal and your cervix. 

Something heavy and warm drops into your uterus, your entire body clenching at the strange sensation. Boba lets out another groan as his cock begins to swell and bulge against your entrance. 

He’s laying his eggs inside you. 

The second one pushes into you, stretching you open again. You’re expecting it this time, relaxing your body as the egg drops into your uterus. It’s still strange, but the thought of having his eggs inside you, and the push of the eggs against your walls has pleasure bubbling in your stomach once more. 

“Doing so good.” Boba praises you as another presses against your entrance. “Taking my clutch so well.” 

You practically preen under his praise, your stomach starting to bulge a bit as the third drops into you. They feel heavy, the sensation strange as your body works to adapt to the change quickly. 

You can’t help but moan as the fourth makes its way to your uterus, your hands releasing your legs so they can wrap around his waist. Your arms wrap around his shoulders, pulling him closer to you as he continues to fill you with his eggs. 

The fifth one is the biggest, nearly catching on your entrance as Boba pushes it through with a deep groan. You can only imagine what it feels like for him, your walls fluttering around him. 

“One more.” He groans, sharp fangs dragging along your neck. “Doing so good for me, princess.” 

You cum as the sixth egg pushes its way into you, the pressure against that spot inside you too much. Your back arches, pressing you closer to him as you cum around him. He groans, releasing more fluid into you before he eases out of your cervix, drawing his cock from your walls. 

You’re still coming down from your high as his cocks disappear back into his slit. You stare down at your bulging stomach, pressing your hand against the bump. You make a sound as you feel the eggs move within you. You wonder if they’ll get bigger, or heavier. They already feel heavy, firm and solid within you. 

Boba puts his hand next to yours, claws tickling your skin as he feels his clutch inside you. He leans back over you, kissing you softly. “Thank you.” He murmurs against your lips. “Thank you for doing this for me.” 

All you can do is nod, feeling exhausted from the effort of taking his clutch, even if you didn’t do anything but lay still. 

“You should rest.” Boba says, laying himself next to you on his tail. “It is late.” 

You feel your eyes fluttering closed even as you try to fight it, exhaustion and sleep taking over as you drift off to sleep on his coiled tail. 

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[theespeakerboxxx]

Pibble just would not shut up about Sai and racism, started liking and following posts of someone who made that callout of Sai for spreading “misinformation” of taffer sending her those racist messages (the one from taffypone or whatever the name was) and then using the out-of-context slur argument to imply Sai is the racist one.

Pibble then gladly followed and dmed a predator right that the same person that made the Sai callout was defending.

Pibble says they didn’t know he was a predator but Pibble assumably saw the entire argument between Brittany and Tepes vs the Sai callout person and the predator. Pibble assumably would have seen the *multiple callouts against said predator* since that’s the crux of the whole argument but then chose to support the predator anyway.

They only left after Tepes pointed all this out and how easily they lambast Courtney or Sai but will root for a known predator just because he was against the people they hated.

ohhh oh my god! this is amazing news, i can finally drop a conversation i had with them! fair game, right?

the flowery language dude was sending me anon asks, debunking that taffer was not the one behind those racist anons, which you can find here, here and here

eventually i got fed up with these excessively long messages, and just opted for them to message me instead... ill have these speak for themselves ig

at first i did buy this. taffer did not have a history of racism despite me combing through her blogs. but after taffer's drawing of sai's caricature, i've since then changed my mind, and also the reveal of taffer being super close with lily.

throughout the messages, i was maintaining a level-headed demeanor so i wouldn't have this person devolve into their "this is internet drama" rant, so i may come off as laid back, but in reality i was truly clawing at my eyes reading these lol

heres taffers response i got from this person after asking about stockholm, and her defending it

and my response

so that was a shit show lmao. i tried to push further but was unsuccessful, and with taffer out of the public eye, i said i wouldn't talk about taffer anymore since apparently the troll account wasn't them, and they were taking a break from the internet

...until the farms showed screenshots of taffer making a caricature of sai for lily's new video, and all of this happening with fennec, pibble and taffer's friend

heres what i have to add i guess! these conversations took place on nov 2nd-3rd (iirc)

[spiderjumper]

Hallucinations

@creatortools @itsnotalliyh

(Guys I'm not a writer I'm just trying it out)

It was a night normal shift. Loud, rowdy, stressful, but Fennec had one thing in mind,

"It's all for the money, you can finish this and head home to mom Sakura and Roselle and relax and-". Her thoughts were interrupted when she saw an old friend.

An old friend that was supposed to be...

dead,

they was standing in the corner of the bar watching.

Fennec tries to keep her focus and serve the customers, thinking Rusty is messing with her again...but...Rusty never did this type of thing.

Sure Rusty would try to take control at times and be a pain, but never...this...

The old friend keeps staring as Fennec keeps working.

"Rusty, you better not be messing with me." Fennec says in her head, the only way she can communicate with them right now.

"What?" Rusty say with a confused tone, "I see what you are seeing but I'm not doing anything. I can't do freaky stuff like this."

Now Fennec was stunned staring at the old friend, completely zoned on them.

She snaps out of it when a drunk customers throws a chair across the room. Fennec flinches and asks her boss if she can leave early saying she would work extra tomorrow.

Her boss reluctantly agreed and sent Fennec on her way.

The walk home

As she was walking back home, she felt eyes on her, but when she turned around nothing was there.

Then she heard a growl, but not just any growl. A growl from one of them. One of those creatures.

Fennec looks back again and sees... Emilia? But that's not her. That's the infected her. Wide mouth, long jaw, eyes rolled back, her side missing like how Fennec saw her for the last time...

Fennec remembers it like it was yesterday, but there was no time to think of that when Fennec started running.

She knew it wasn't real but it was like her legs were moving on their own, no matter how tired she got she kept going.

She heard the stomping of that abomination behind her as if it was chasing her.

Fennec runs and hides like a scared little fox, it was her nature. Like she was used to this, like she knew stuff like this from the back of her hand.

When she was close to home near the door, she tripped and fell and scratched the back of her ankle on some random rock.

And she did what she could only think of doing. Screech.

You see what some people not know about fennec foxes is that they get very vocal and loud when scared, it's a natural response when frightened.

So when Fennec screeched she screeched liked her life depended on it. She may be small but it was like you could hear her around the whole planet.

Sakura burst through the front door, she was pretty sure she nearly broke it off it's hinges.

Roselle followed shortly after but Sakura was already leading Fennec inside.

Healing

Fennec was crying hysterically, her words barely eligible as Sakura tried to calm her down

"Shhh, I know I know..." Sakura keeps Fennecs view away from the door where infected Emilia allegedly still stood,

"ah- don't look over there, look over here, focus on me" she says, soft but firm.

Sakura leads Fennec to their couch and inspected her wound.

Fennecs pawed feet relaxed under her touch as she sat there waiting for her wound to get cleaned up.

It wasn't nothing bad to Fennec, just a big gash on the back of her ankle, but it visible looked bad.

Roselle comes back with a first aid kit and a few pillows, resting the pillows under Fennecs head and handing the first aid kit to Sakura.

After getting her wound cleaned up Sakura recommended that Fennec take a few days off,

but Fennec didn't register most of what she said since she was falling asleep after the stressful night.

"Sakura you should get some rest too y'know" Roselle says with a concerned tone as Sakura stays sitting on the couch were Fennec rested.

Sakura didn't respond, to focused on Fennec to seem to care about herself.

Roselle sighed and left to go get something, she comes back with a muffin, that was surprisingly in her hand and not in her stomach.

"At least eat something" She says handing Sakura the muffin.

Sakura sighs and takes the muffin but before eating it she says "I'm worried about her"

Roselle pats Sakura on the back "I know, I know..."

They spend the rest of the night watching over Fennec and keeping her safe

(I just wanted to post this so I got kinda lazy)

[lovelynim]

That Time of The Year

Genshin Impact - Cyno x Tighnari (N$FW)

Also on AO3!

A/N: This ended up being different from what I first planned, but I still the final result. This all started with silly (but not so innocent) conversation between friends so... yeah.

Also, shoutout to Mia (@/ticklygiggles) for listening to my rant about these two and encouraging this fic. It's her fault, btw.

Summary: It's January, that time of the year... do you know what it means? ~

Word count: 4283 words

Warnings: This is a N$FW fic, with clear depictions of nudity and sex. Minors DNI!!!

 Tighnari’s curled his tail around his leg, crossing his arms in front of his chest as he tried to focus on something else. Anything else.

“Nari, are you s-”

“Y-yes- ahem, yes, I’m fine.” Tighnari repeated himself for the tenth time that night. He pressed his eyes shut, taking a deep breath as he tried to stop himself from having any weird ideas over Cyno’s… voice. Tighnari looked down to the pot in front of him, trying to distract himself by watching the water boil.

…

What a miserable state, he thought. He could hear Cyno sighing with concern and his fingers tapping on the table. His fingers? 

Now that he thought about it, it reminded him of Cyno’s hands and how they were always gentle and- No! Tighnari shook his head, taking one hand to pinch the bridge of his nose. 

Letting Cyno in was a terrible idea, Tighnari told himself inside his mind, biting his thumb in a fruitless attempt to ease the “stress”. No, no, no… it’s fine, yes, totally. He just needed to drink some tea and get some sleep. Yes. just a nice and warm cup of Cyno and- Agh, no!

“Tighnari!”

The fennec opened his eyes wide and perked up his ears as Cyno’s voice finally reached him. Tighnari wasn’t sure for how long he had been daydreaming, but it should’ve been a while based on how troubled Cyno looked. “Sorry, I… ahm, dozed off for a second. You were saying?”

“The… pot, Nari. I think it’s-”

“Oh, right. Ahah…” Tighnari chuckled nervously, picking up the pot and pouring the water to finally brew his so-needed tea. As soon as the boiling water bathed the leaves, Tighnari took a deep breath, inhaling all the sweet scent. Yes, this was definitely going to help him. “If I knew you were coming over, I’d have prepared something else,” Tighnari said, back to his regular tone as he served Cyno a cup of the freshly brewed tea.

“You know there is no need,” the general replied to him, gently taking the cup in his hands before blowing some air to cool it off. “I just decided to check up on you because… you know, we are in that time of the year and you could…”

What was he saying, Tighnari asked himself, unable to keep paying attention to any other word. All he could focus on was how soft Cyno’s lips looked at that moment and how much he wanted to kiss him. With the steaming cup resting in front of him, Tighnari rested his head on his hand with a lost gaze on his eyes. Cyno’s voice was so distant that he could barely hear it, much less make some meaning out of whatever he was saying.

“You are doing it again,” Cyno muttered coldly, shaking his head in disapproval as he sipped from the cup.

When the scolding reached him, Tighnari nearly jumped out of his seat. “W-what? Doing what again? I’m not doing anything!” He protested, sounding as offended as possible.

Cyno blinked a few times with a puzzled look on his face. Tighnari sank his teeth into his lips, he knew he messed up his act this time. 

“You’re… staring at me. A way more than a normal amount, if I may add.”

“So? Can’t I look at my partner?” Tighnari hissed, feeling the heat spreading across his face - which he tried to hide behind the cup as he pretended to drink the tea. Cyno chuckled and, archons, how Tighnari liked the sound of that. He could feel a shiver running up his spine, bad enough to make him flinch.

Tighnari watched with great care as Cyno placed his cup down and leaned forward, gazing back at him with half closed eyes. “Nari, you don’t have to… go through it alone. I can help you,” Cyno mumbled softly, reaching for Tighnari’s hands and holding them into his own.

Ugh… this was going to be a lot harder than he first expected it to be. “You don’t need to talk about it as if it is something important.” Tighnari looked down, embarrassed by the way Cyno addressed the matter.

During the beginning of the year, more specifically throughout January and February, the fennec foxes had their mating season: a time to find their partner, have kits and start a family. In Tighnari’s case, as he wasn’t an actual fennec fox, this time of the year just made him more… desperate.

He didn’t remember having trouble dealing with previous mating seasons, it was always something simple and that Tighnari could take care of by himself. But ever since Cyno came into his life, it became harder and harder to get rid of that needy feeling - nothing seemed to be… enough.

“It’s you I’m talking about and you are definitely important to me,” Cyno said, tightening the grip around Tighnari’s hands. Cyno knew very well what he was suggesting, all the pros and cons (was there any?) of his offer.

Tighnari averted his gaze, feeling the back of his throat going dry. To accept that was to admit that he was no better than a wild animal, that he couldn’t even fight some raw desires. He was better than that - he had taken care of it before and he knew he could do it again. He just… needed to find something else - of course, other than Cyno - to get himself going. 

“I…” Tighnari started, wanting to play it cool and deny Cyno’s offer, but a part of him desperately wanted - craved - that offer. Tighnari could feel his tail wagging slightly at the idea of having sex with Cyno and he hated it.

He hated it because they already had sex before. Normal sex, sex that people that are not in heat have with their partners. Normal, regular sex and surely not what Tighnari’s body was craving right now.

To think about it, when was the last time they had it? There should be no harm in getting laid right now. Collei wasn’t home, Cyno seemed to be in the mood and-

Tighnari, no!

The forest guardian pulled his hands away from Cyno’s, covering his eyes and shaking his head. What kind of thoughts were those? That wasn’t like him at all! “S-sorry, I don’t think that’s a good idea, Cyno.”

Tighnari hurriedly picked up the cups - not even worrying to check if Cyno finished his tea or not - and took the sink with the rest of the dishes. If he had an act going on, it was surely a goner now.

“I-it’s different, Cyno, I will-”

“What will you do, my desert flower?” Cyno whispered, gently pressing his lips on the back of Tighnari’s ear as he hugged the forest watcher from behind. The sound that left Tighnari’s mouth could only be described as a shriek - a really loud one. Tighnari was so absorbed into his horny ideas that he didn’t notice when Cyno got so close to him. Tighnari pressed his fingers into the furniture in front of him, hard enough that would make those wooden pieces scream in pain if they could talk. 

“I expected you to know me better,” Cyno continued, making Tighnari bit his inner lip as he tried to hold himself back from letting out any other embarrassing noise. One of Cyno’s hands traveled up to Tighnari’s chest, while the other gently rubbed circles of his stomach. “If I’m troubling you… just say the word and I will be miles away. Do you want me to go away, Nari?”

“N-no, I… I don’t…” Tighnari’s breath hitched, his hands trembling and butterflies swirling inside his stomach. His tail shyly wrapped itself around Cyno’s leg - almost as if to ask him to not go away. “But it’s different, Cyno. I would just use and-”

“Pfft…”

Tighnari stopped at the sound of Cyno’s chuckles - those low, composed and deep noises that made a shiver run up his spine. Tighnari gritted his teeth, slightly lowering his head in embarrassment as he felt himself getting hard at that sound. “D-don’t laugh, you don’t know how hard it is!”

“My desert flower, if you wanted to scare me…” Cyno mused, reaching for Tighnari’s waist before turning him around to, finally, be able to look him in the eyes. “You shouldn’t threaten me with a good time.”

“You- ugh…” Tighnari scrunched up his shoulders, placing both his hands at Cyno’s chest, ready to push the general away, to shove him out of his way.

But he didn’t.

His body refused to do so.

“Let me aid you, Nari. Please,” Cyno said, holding one of Tighnari’s wrists and lifting his hand high enough for him to be able to plant a kiss against Tighnari’s palm, “just this once, use me.”

“Use me.” Those words made Tighnari’s heart beat as fast as if it was about to explode out of his chest. He opened his mouth to speak, but his words wouldn’t come out. It was like his mind went blank, completely wiped of any coherent thought. 

“I will take as a yes, Nari,” Cyno grinned against the skin of Tighnari’s palm, pulling out his tongue to lick it from the middle to the spot between Tighnari’s middle and ring finger - a feeling that made Tighnari’s dick throb inside his pants, not to mention the lewd sight and the double meaning behind the act.

Tighnari leaned back slightly against the counter behind him, allowing Cyno to shorten the already small distance between their bodies. The forest watcher sighed - pleased, really pleased - when he felt Cyno’s lips against his neck. The fur of his tail stood on its ends as chills ran down straight to his loins, even making his knees shake slightly.

“C-Cyno, that- hmph… t-that tickles…” Tighnari pressed his eyes shut, the corner of his lips curling up slightly. Despite his protests, Cyno continued to play and tease Tighnari, taking small portions of that sensitive skin between his lips and marking it with his teeth or just sucking it to leave hiccups that had a deep, dark shade of red. “A-ah!”

“You dislike it when it tickles, Nari?” Cyno grinned, wrapping one arm around TIghnari’s back and making him press his body against his. His other hand, in the meanwhile, continued to travel down, meeting the base of Tighnari’s tail. “Should I stop?”

“Agh-ah… no, d-don’t stop it…”

“Even if it tickles?” Cyno smiled sweetly, using his fingers to gently massage that sweet spot, rubbing circles over the base of TIghnari’s spine, just above his tail.

“Eheven if… if it t-tickles,” Tighnari stuttered over his own words, a mess of moans, giggles and sighs coming out of his mouth. He dropped his head back while his arms rested around Cyno’s shoulders. Archons, that felt good.

Tighnari didn’t know what he should focus on: the kissing on his neck, the arm wrapped around his back or the fingers fiddling with his tail. Cyno definitely knew what he was doing and all Tighnari was able to do was to open his mouth and moan.

“You’re so pretty, Nari,” Cyno said, caressing Tighnari’s tail one last time before moving his hand down, sneaking it inside the back of Tighnari’s pants and firmly gripping his ass. “Let’s go to the room and- hmph! Hnngh…”

Before Cyno could finish, Tighnari grabbed him by the little clothing he had on top of his chest and pulled him closer, pressing one kiss after the other. Tighnari’s tongue invaded Cyno’s mouth, almost as if to forbid him from moving his head away. His mind was in a haze, the only thing occupying the room that once belonged to his thoughts was Cyno. His voice, his taste, his scent, his body, his everything.

After seconds that felt like eternity, Cyno managed to break their kiss. A strand of saliva still connected their mouths as both men wheezed, gasping for air. Cyno felt like he would’ve passed out from the lack of oxygen if that kissing any longer, but the hunger in Tighnari’s eyes showed him that just those seconds weren’t enough for him.

“No…” Tighnari gasped, still clinging onto Cyno’s clothes, “I want it now… let’s do it here.” He looked up, studying Cyno’s reactions to his commands and was pleasantly surprised when the man in front of him smiled, simply nodding to his request.

“Whatever you say, Nari,” Cyno continued to use one hand to keep fondling Tighnari's asscheek, squeezing it and even teasing the rim of his asshole by caressing it with two of his fingers. His other hand - with a bit of Tighnari’s help - worked to strip the forest watcher, railing up Tighnari’s shirt all the way up to his neck, from where the fennec fox himself pulled it out and tossed it aside. 

Tighnari’s skin was smooth - even more than usual. His whole body felt like it was on fire and a beautiful faint shade of pink adorned his skin. Cyno couldn’t help but to notice that Tighnari’s smell was also a little sweeter - were all those effects of the mating season?

“W-what are you waiting for?” Tighnari’s desperate, needy voice broke into Cyno’s things. By the way he huffed, Cyno could tell he was growing impatient. How cute.

“Apologies, my desert flower, I just took a moment to admire how mesmerizing you are tonight…” Cyno mumbled softly, slowly pushing two fingers inside Tighnari’s ass, making his partner moan sweetly as he gently rubbed the fleshy walls that promptly squeezed his fingers. 

Tighnari tightened the grip on Cyno’s clothes, his nails nearly piercing the cloth as pleasure started to run across his body. Cyno moved his hands, pulling his fingers a couple of inches back before pushing them inside again, going all the way until he could press and stimulate Tighnari’s prostate in a way that made him sob in pleasure. “A-ahh, more… C-Cyno, t-that’s not enough…”

“I know, Nari, but I’ll hurt you if we go too fast… Try to relax…” Cyno instructed, whispering those words straight into Tighnari’s ear, his lips gently blowing the air against the sensitive skin. However, despite his partner’s worries, all Tighnari could feel was the burning sensation on his lower body, desperately craving for more. “I told you, use me, Nari.”

Cyno chuckled sweetly as he placed his leg between Tighnari’s, pressing his thigh against his partner’s crotch and making a sharp gasp escape his lips. Tighnari promptly moved his hips, grinding against Cyno’s leg. That, combined with the fingers pressing on his behind, made Tighnari’s dick leak even more. He would hump his hips forward to get more of that sweet friction and on the moment he moved them back, Cyno would press his fingers inside TIghnari’s ass, stimulating the forest watcher from all sides.

“H-hng… but I-I want you…” Tighnari cried, feeling drool sliding from the corner of his lips as he savored that raw pleasure. Still, it was not enough. Even if it drew him closer to an orgasm, he knew it wouldn’t do the work to ease his needs.

“Of course, of course…” Cyno hummed, pulling his fingers out and reaching for the waistband of Tighnari’s pants, lowering them along with his underwear. “Then allow me, Nari…”

“Just… h-hurry, you big lummox…” Tighnari hissed, using all the last bits of self-control left in his body to stop moving, allowing Cyno to remove the rest of his clothes.

Taking a step back, the general Mahamatra dared to ‘waste’ a few seconds admiring this side of his partner he didn’t have the chance to meet before. Tighnari was a mess, but a hot one. Disheveled hair, skin covered in a beautiful shade of pink and gleaming with a thin layer of sweat and precum dripping for the tip of length. Archons, what a man, Cyno thought.

“I’m the luckiest man in Teyvat, my desert flower,” Cyno teased, starting to strip himself as well, making sure to put up a show to his partner. Tighnari, already too horny to just stand idly and wait, reached for his own cock, slowly stroking himself as he watched Cyno’s clothes come out one by one, using his palm to caress his tip and spread the drops of his seed over the rest of his dick, making it easier for him to stroke faster. “Am I really being this slow… or are you just really impatient?” Cyno grinned, holding Tighnari’s waist with both his hands as he approached his partner again.

“C-come do it yourself and find out, general,” Tighnari mumbled, his voice already a little hoarse. 

“Was that a request or one of your smart answers, my desert flower?”

Tighnari sighed, lifting his right leg and wrapping it against Cyno’s now bare waist. The forest watcher placed his palms on the pecks of Cyno’s chest and rubbed his gently, moving his hands up to his shoulders and then intertwining his fingers behind Cyno’s neck. “I don’t know… maybe both.”

For a couple of seconds, silence engulfed them both. Cyno and Tighnari stared each other into their eyes, knowing very well they didn’t need words to understand each other at that moment. 

With his hard cock already resting between Tighnari’s asscheeks, Cyno leaned forward and kissed the other man. The wet, sloppy sounds of the lips beginning to fill the room that was once quiet.

They kissed again, again and again, both men gasping deeply for air in the short moments of break, trying to not let their lungs run out of air. Tighnari wasn’t sure if it was the levels of oxygen on his brain going low or if it was another one of those stupid mating season’s effects, but the forest watcher found himself caught in a daze. 

Tighnari’s dick continued to leak, his seed dirting Cyno’s body as they continued to make out. And, at last, Cyno skifully moved his hips, finally thrusting his dick inside Tighnari’s ass, making both men moan loudly into their kiss. Cyno pressed his eyes shut, not able to hold himself in place anymore and lowered his head, hurriedly trying to fill his lungs with air. Tighnari’s insides squeezed his length like they never did, catching the general by surprise.

“A-agh, N-Nari..! R-relax a bit… I can’t move l-like this…” Cyno whimpered, burying his face in the crook of Tighnari’s neck, licking over his collarbone before pressing his teeth into the soft, smooth skin.

But as Tighnari didn’t get the stimulation he so desperately craved for in the following seconds - which Cyno tried to use to grow accustomed - the forest watcher decided to take the matter into his own hands. Using his leg around Cyno’s waist to keep the general close to him, Tighnari began to swing his hips, pulling his body slightly up before letting it go down, allowing Cyno to push his hard dick all the way inside.

Finally, after days of daydreaming, Tighnari felt Cyno’s dick thrusting his ass, pressing his prostate as it moved in and out of his eyes. And, for the first time, Tighnari didn’t dislike being in heat: having give in to his raw desires made sex few better than it ever did. “A-ahh! Cyno, h-harder, hnngh!” TIghnari moaned, moving one of his hands to hug Cyno’s hang, pressing it against his neck while the other held on Cyno’s shoulder for Tighnari’s dear life.

Despite being a hot, moaning mess himself, Cyno still smiled. After covering Tighnari’s collarbone with hickeys, Cyno kissed his lover’s jaw. “Keep… calling my name, it’s so hot when you moan it like that, Nari…”

Cyno let go of TIghnari’s waist to move one of his hands before the leg wrapped around his body, hooking Tighnari’s leg to make it easier to fuck his ass. His other hand, in the meanwhile, continued to rest over Tighnari’s hips, helping the forest watcher to move and teasing him with squeezes and pinches that send a delicious ticklish feeling to Tighnari’s brain.

Tighnari threw his head to the side, feeling small droplets of water clinging to the corner of his eyes. Just like he was instructed, Tighnari moaned Cyno’s name one too many times. The combined feeling of lips pressing and playing with neck, fingers tickling and digging into his waist and a dick pounding into his ass was, indeed, an effective method to fight the mating season’s effects.

“A-Archons, ahhh!! ~ I-I’ll kill you if you st- ahn!!” Tighnari choked on his own sounds, unable to finish his words as Cyno seemed determined to actually fuck him senseless.

Yet, knowing Tighnari like no other did, Cyno knew very well what Tighnari was trying to say. The general smiled, kissing the other men’s lips. “You get even hotter when you threaten me, my desert flower.” Letting go off Tighnari’s hip, Cyno used his free hand and tightly wrapped his fingers around Tighnari’s dick, starting to stroke it in sync with his own thrusts.

Using Tighnari’s seed as some sort of lube, Cyno began to move his hand faster and faster, going all the way from the base to tip. As the pumping went on, Tighnari felt his leg going weak, his knee threatening to give in while a burning sensation swirled inside his loins and he knew he was getting close.

“Are you liking it, Nari?” Cyno gasped, his face barely inches away from Tighnari’s. Cyno moved his hand up a bit, giving the tip of Tighnari’s dick a special attention as he rubbed it with his palm, making the forest watcher let out a sharp cry of pleasure. Cyno chuckled, again. “I’ll take it as a yes.”

“H-hnng- just d-don’t- ahh! D-don’t stop!” 

“I wasn’t planning to,” Cyno would be lying if he said he didn’t enjoy this needier and hornier side of Tighnari. He would also be lying if he said he wasn’t getting close himself, after all, Tighnari hadn’t stopped moving his hips for a single moment ever since Cyno first thrusted his dick inside his ass.

With thrust after thrust, Cyno continued to work for both men’s orgasm, with his partner clearly being the one that craved it the most. Exchanging looks for merely a couple of seconds - and with it being enough for them to understand each other - Tighnari leaned his head in, pressing his lips against Cyno’s and using both arms to support his body, wrapping them around his partner’s shoulders.

With Tighnari’s body weighing on him, Cyno pressed the forest watcher against the counter and pulled Tighnari’s other leg up from the ground. Groping at Tighnari’s thighs, Cyno now could handle his body as much as he wanted, pounding harder and thrusting deeper into Tighnari’s ass.

“T-this- angh!! C-Cyno!” Tighnari managed to utter in a short moment between his moans, feeling like his body was going to melt into a puddle at any given moment. Archons, he was so, so close! “H-hmph..! M-more, plehease!”

If the general was able to say something, he would be sure to whisper something sweet like ‘as you wish, Nari’ or ‘I’ll give you as much as you want, my desert flower,” but Cyno was too busy groaning and grunting, digging his fingers into Tighnari’s legs and pushing his length all the way inside him. 

The oh-so-desired climax was right next to them, they just needed a tiny little push to reach it. Tighnari gritted his teeth, trying his best to not make the claw marks that he left at Cyno’s shoulders any worse. 

And, finally, with a loud cry, it happened.

Tighnari tightened his legs around Cyno’s waist, pressing his ass against his partner’s lap as hard as he could as if to make that moment of bliss last as long as possible. A white, creamy and hot stream of seed shot up from his still-hard length, his cum splattering his and Cyno’s midriff while his eyes rolled back. Tighnari felt his whole body tensing, from the tip of his ears all the way down to his curled toes. Cyno had to dedicate some extra strength to hold the fennec in place, unable to help but to notice how the air barely made its way through Tighnari’s throat - a sight that rubbed his ego just right, almost as if patting him in the shoulder and saying ‘good job, Cyno, you did it’.

A strangled moan managed to break through Tighnari’s lips as the forest watcher came down from his high, wrapping his hands around Cyno’s neck as he tried to pull his upper body up. “S-sorry, hngh… I-I couldn’t hold it…” Tighnari whined softly in his embarrassment, feeling the ‘emptiness’ on his insides and quickly figuring out the meaning behind it.

“Hey,” Cyno smiled, resting his forehead against Tighnari’s once the man looked up to him, “I told you I was going to help you, so don’t feel bad for anything, Nari,” he muttered sweetly, gently kissing the tip of Tighnari’s nose.

“But do we… have to stop now?” Tighnari muttered, using the tip of his fingers to draw shapes on Cyno’s nape while his tail wagged mischievously behind his back. “I still…” Tighnari started, holding his lips next to Cyno’s ear as he whispered something.

Cyno gulped, a faint heat spreading across his face while his eyes widened. “Uh… s-sure, I- ahm, I can do that for you, Nari.”

The fennec grinned, slightly bearing his teeth as he tilted his head. “I can’t tell if you are scared or excited, general,” Tighnari teased, leaning in for a kiss.

“A mix of both, my desert flower,” Cyno whispered back with a nervous chuckle and followed the lead, pressing another deep kiss into those lips he loved and cherished with his whole heart.

There was still a long way until the end of February, after all.

[iridescentmirrorsgenshin]

Hello again! I was the anon that asked what interactions you would like to see with Alhaitham and Kaveh (and I am the reader that made the two listed comments). Thank you for the thoughtful response. It's so interesting to hear your perspective of these two. I hope you had a nice vacation. My one takeaway from Cyno story quest act II is that Cyrus was acquainted with the Sumeru crew's parents. He was shown in the photo from Kaveh's handout standing behind Alhaitham's father. I don't imagine they were close or anything, but it does make me intrigued. I wonder if they would explore more of that group in the future, given how they relate (literally and in parallels) with the Sumeru crew.

Hiya! I’ve finally managed to find time to dedicate to this ask, it’s scratched the itch in my brain! I, apparently, have quite a few thoughts about this topic so thank you for asking! Also !!! Thank you for previous asks AND the listed comments on my fic??? I truly appreciate the time you must have spent :,D <3333

This!! The specific detail of Cyrus canonically being mentioned to personally have met, not only Kaveh’s father and mother and tighnari’s parents, but ALSO alhaitham’s parents drives me insane because of how it is directly unmentioned.

It’s uncertain as to the extent of Cyno’s actual relationship with kaveh’s or alhaitham’s parents, but based on what Kaveh’s mother wrote, she, personally, didn’t seem to be close with cyrus, as she records their meeting to be the first instance in which she has met all the attendees. She records that her and her husband were invited to a gathering, but she knew none of those in attendance, only that her husband seemed to be friends with “the man with long ears” - being tighnari’s father. nothing is said about kaveh’s father knowing the other people in attendance, but as it isn’t specified, it also isn’t impossible? faranak does write that it’s unlikely they’ll see any of the people in attendance again after the gathering - but i imagine that tighnari’s father here is an exception, given that he and kaveh’s father are recorded to be friends (also, the only inkling i have for the 'talkative woman' is potentially madam faruzan? but as this is so vague i'm not too sure about speculating)

kaveh’s mother having canonically met alhaitham’s parents drives me a little bit !??!!?? because kaveh notes that the figures in the drawing seem familiar, which, of course, doesn’t mean he has identified alhaitham’s parents, especially after he disregards any potential connection with “maybe we were thinking too much.” but given tighnari’s father being a fennec it is rather odd(?) that he doesn’t make a more personal connection, at least to tighnari's father being the "friend" to his father that his mother writes about

however, in terms of what the narrative is trying to achieve in kaveh's hangout, it does make sense that these dots aren’t connected. the point here isn’t that kaveh recognises these figures, but rather that he relates the companionship in the drawing to those around him. kaveh’s hangout is very much symbolic, being that each figure in faranak’s drawing is meant to represent kaveh’s friendship group, meaning he should rely on his friends, tighnari, cyno, and alhaitham - as the quest is entitled “companionship, the sole antidote”

the fact kaveh DOESN’T identify cyrus in the picture leaves room for development, or future mention of this. Cyrus canonically talks to zaha hadi, kaveh’s mother’s lecturer, about kaveh, and zaha hadi is the person whom kaveh turns to in order to learn about his mother when she was younger.

There’s definitely potential to draw upon here - if cyrus knows he has met kaveh’s parents in the past, and he and kaveh have a personal rapport due to kaveh’s friendships with cyno and tighnari, it seems strange that he omits this detail? Especially, if it’s considered canon that kaveh’s hangout has taken place in-game, then cyrus, given that zaha hadi mentions kaveh to him, might be aware that kaveh has been asking about his mother?

(A counter to this would be that due to cyrus’s potential limited encounter with both kaveh’s father and mother, and that it took place over thirty years ago, he has no basis to open this dialogue with kaveh, as it may be a sore spot (This could also apply with cyrus having met alhaitham’s parents - perhaps he simply only met them once, but still, i crave alhaitham parent crumbs) - however, in an ideal world, this could be some sort of catalyst or feed into the idea of kaveh potentially reaching out to his mother in future events, perhaps with cyrus referencing this past gathering(?)

Now, moving onto tighnari’s parents, who are very much alive and well, and also have canonically met kaveh’s parents - with tighnari’s father being directly stated to be close with kaveh’s father, in terms of the gathering at least. with tighnari and kaveh being friends due to exchanging letters during the construction of the palace of alcazarzaray, rather than tighnari’s parents’ influence, could indicate that kaveh’s mother dropped all contact with any friends or acquaintances, which i think likely. however, i am !??!!?? very confused about this implication

tighnari’s parents would, of course, know that kaveh is tighnari’s close friend, and i presume that kaveh has met tighnari’s parents at some point, so from this, i would imagine that tighnari’s parents having known/met kaveh’s parents may have come up at some point? Especially with tighnari’s father being recorded as being friends with kaveh’s father, at least from faranak’s perspective?

in terms of the canon, however, this appears to not be the case, so i would LOVE for this to be mentioned at some point!! Especially as sumeru cast heavily revolves around family, found and biological (i’m looking at you cyno’s second story quest)

In terms of alhaitham’s parents, the only mentions of them are in alhaitham’s character stories and here in kaveh’s hangout. there’s no indicator as to whether alhaitham’s parents were close or just acquaintances with cyrus, kaveh’s father, or tighnari’s parents, but in my mind i think it’s interesting that his character stories record his grandmother teaching him of his parents, and his retaining part of his parents’ book collection when his grandmother passes. basically i think alhaitham treasures what he does know of his parents, and i think a lil mention of them by people we KNOW met them, if only for one gathering, would be appreciated

So this links directly to kaveh’s mother - if she is ever mentioned in the future, it would be INSANE wish fulfilment if her drawing was returned to, and the figures were identified, and memories from those present and alive could be shared

(I also think it’s so funny that her son is roommates/innately bound by mirror symbolism/married to the son of the people she thought were uncomfortable and awkward. basically i am in DIRE need of a kaveh and faranak reunion and for them to sort their issues, obviously for kaveh’s development and reconciliation within himself, but also for a faranak-alhaitham interaction…. Can you imagine. Now i have thoughts about that, but this has gotten off topic!!!)

Of course, i’m aware that i’m overthinking a lot of this, and this could be one of the many plot discrepancies within genshin, and that as a result of creating symbolism, in-game implications were created that weren’t supposed to be touched upon, but i think a lot of fun comes with discussing and hypothesising (manifesting) these things!!

Thank you so much for your ask!! Delving back into this part of kaveh’s hangout is always a treat, so i hope you enjoy reading my brainrot :,)