[Image Description: A 16 panel lineart comic featuring Hyrule Warriors Link and Young Link. Panel 1: Young Link takes off his hat, revealing a ponytail of leafy hair. Panel 2: He tries to take out the ponytail, and his eyes widen with an exclamation point of surprise. Panel 3: A wobbly panel of Majora's Mask Deku Link's eyes and leaf hair. Panel 4: Young Link's hand grabs a sword hilt. Panel 5: He cuts off the ponytail with his sword with a yell "HhAH!" Panel 6: Link, in their tent and bedroll, wakes up startled. Proxi is asleep next to them, curled in their scarf. Panel 7: Link holds their sword low, slowly approaching Young Link. He hiccups tearfully. Panel 8: A thought box reads "Site Clear?" the campsite is empty except for Young Link, who looks just slightly over his shoulder. Panel 9: Link lowers their sword entirely, confused as they look down at a tearful Young Link holding his hands to his chest. Link utters "Hah?" Panel 10: They lower to a crouch, leaving their sword on the ground, offering a hand to Young Link. Panel 11: Young Link tackles them into a hug. Panel 12: Young Link wails as he curls up against Link. Link looks forward with furrowed brows holding him protectively. Panel 13: Young Link pulls back, sniffing. Link looks down sympathetically, brushing a hand over the back of his head. Panel 14: Link mimes scissors with their hand while Young Link looks up tearfully. Panel 15: Young Link nods. Panel 16: Link sits on the ground with Young Link curled up in front of them. They trim the hair at the back of his head, humming. End ID]
Technically a Linked Spirit au backstory moment but I mean. It was just easier to ID it this way lol... but if it's unclear: deku mask magic started to affect the kiddo and he was *not* excited.
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sargecchi ❛ keep the noise down, baby. you're too loud. ❜
A hand roughly tugged at his hair. Logan's head yanked back, his eyes rolling back with it with a cry.
“You have no idea what you’re doing to me.”
Hands bound behind his back, he writhed with the urge to reach around and pump himself as Marco went faster, rougher. He straddled Marco's waist, letting himself be bucked up into, whines and choked moans tumbling out. Against his stomach, he dribbled pre-come as it slapped against his stomach every time Marco went in and out. Marco's other hand squeezed his waist tightly to keep Logan down, as without it he writhed too much.
“Logan,” Marco groaned. He moved both hands to his waist, pulling Logan down as he fucked roughly into him. Logan let out a loud cry, back arching desperately. “ That’s it , just like that.”
“Bez-! Marco, Marco, please…!” Logan repeated the words, tears welling in his eyes as he began to reach his…
“Marco,” Logan panted, blinking awake in the darkness. The first thing he noticed, besides the sleeping form of Marco beside him, was how hard he was. That the inside of his boxers was sticky. Then he remembered the dream, emitting a small groan as he shifted slightly against the sheets. He must have been humping the bed. He watched Marco with wide eyes, hoping he was still asleep; he was always a heavy sleeper.
Thankfully, his prayers were answered, as Marco snored obnoxiously. Normally, he hated the sound, but in the moment he was more grateful for it than ever.
Logan snaked one of his hands down into his boxers, hissing as he wrapped his hand around himself. He was sensitive — he knew it wouldn’t take long for him to finish. The problem was, he could never keep his mouth shut when he got to this stage, always emitting some sound despite his efforts. He buried his head into the pillow, arching upwards for better leverage as he slowly began to work his hand. He let out an involuntary moan, stilling to listen for any noise from Marco. Another snore.
Logan continued, more muffled noises spilling out. He worked his hand faster, the covers ruffling. At that moment, he let out a louder groan, breath shallowing. Images of the dream crossed his mind, Marco's incessant pace and the way he looked up at him with half lidded eyes. The praise. He panted against the pillow, feeling his climax incoming. He clamped his lower lip between his teeth, whining-
“Logan?” A groggy voice interrupted.
Logan immediately stilled, on the edge of an orgasm but too mortified to continue now. His mouth hung open, blinking in the dark as he lowered his hips back on the bed and slipped his hand out. Marco rolled over, facing Logan.
“You okay?” Concern laced his voice. Logan was glad it was so dark, or else Marco would’ve seen how red he was.
“Mhm,” was all Logan could manage, his try at a convincing answer coming out as more of a whimper.
“…Nightmare?” Marco shifted closer to Logan, wrapping an arm around him to pull him closer. Logan made a startled noise, aware that Marco would feel his arousal if they started cuddling. He put a hand on Marco's chest to stop him.
“I, uh. No, not that. Just go back to sleep, okay?”
“No, what is it?” Marco insisted, wiping a hand over his face. So much for him going back to sleep. Logan paused, weighing his options. Marco wasn’t going back to sleep until he told him what it was. Cuddling up to him with a full boner was out of the picture. He could excuse himself to the bathroom…or just tell him the truth.
“Logan,“ Marco interrupted his train of thought.
“…I had a wet dream.”
There was a pause, and Logan felt embarrassed, unsure what Marco's reaction was in the dark.
“I’ll just… go to the restroom.” Marco didn’t let go of Logan.
“Let me help you.” Logan didn’t expect Marco to offer, but he sure wouldn’t say no.
“Please.”
Marco moved his hand from Logan's back down to his boxers, pulling them down. His arousal was still hard, less so than before but still close. Marco slid his hand over it, fingers feeling the stickiness. Logan arched involuntarily into the feeling.
“You close?” Logan hummed affirmatively, bumping his forehead into Marco's.
Marco wrapped his hand around him, slowly working his hand. Logan's response was quick, letting out a small, needy noise. Marco squeezed his hand, causing him to dribble with pre-cum and make a choked moan. Logan rut against his hand, making incoherent noises that gradually got louder as he nestled into Marco's neck.
"Keep the noise down baby, you're too loud." Marco continued to work his hand faster, Logan trying everything he could think of to stop the noises from coming now that Marco had asked him to be quiet.
“Good,” Marco praised as Logan gripped the front of his shirt, grinding harder into his hand. “Come for me, Logan.”
Logan trembled slightly with the force of his arousal, his whines becoming more high pitched as he lost himself to the pleasure. With one deliberate squeeze from Marco, he cried out and spurted thick ropes of come over Marco's hand and shirt.
“There you go,” Marco drawled, lazily but still pumping Logan until he stopped leaking. Logan panted, loosening his grip on Marco's shirt and moving his head back onto the pillow.
“Better?”
“Yeah… thank you.” Marco reached behind him to the nightstand, pulling out a cloth to wipe his hand and shirt off with.
“Of course… You have those dreams often?”
“No,” Logan groaned.
“Was it about me?” Logan could hear the amusement in his voice, the way his words lilted. Marco handed him a clean pair of boxers.
“You know it was,” he replied, shucking off his old boxers for the clean pair. “Don’t let it get to your head, Bez…”
Marco snickered, wrapping an arm around Logan and pulling him close. “G’night.” Marco pressed a light kiss to Logan's cheek, falling asleep quickly once he shut his eyes.
His snoring in his ear kept Logan awake longer, but he didn’t seem to mind as much in his arms.
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Divorce Saga Domon - A Haunted Honk Prequel
Hello Internet Stranger looking up G Gundam on Tumblr dot com!
This is an idea for a fic set in an Alternate Universe involving Queer Non-Canon Relationships between the characters of the series.
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Ended up outlining a completely different fic as a Segway for an explanation instead of making progress on the Royal Flush Haunted Honk AU's Clown Motel Fic like I wanted to but uh....
For y'all's review for the AU: A Prequel Outline - Divorce Saga Domon
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Hey real quick - I'm thinking of maybe changing the timeline to 2 years post canon as opposed to 3 years and change post canon.
The reason being: I had a thought that this scene could either be part if the fic or if it's getting to big then it could be a stand alone tie-in prequel fic as part of this AU but - like
Immediately Post Divorce Domon Needs Space and runs off. As one does. And he runs to Earth because he just wants to Get Lost for a while.
He has Argo smuggle him out to avoid detection.
Argo has Andrew help stow Domon in a storage hanger of a Neo Canadian supply ship that's returning to the US - they have trade often enough and share agricultural resources - which leads to Domon ending up in New York when he hits Earthside pavement.
He's privately worked on his English the last couple of months and after being dropped in New York with a different hairstyle, outfit, and accent he's unrecognizable.
He considers making his way west to get some solitude in the wilderness, but something about that initial plan feels off now that he's on the ground.
Chibodee is also Earthside for a special series of prize fights aimed at raising charitable appeal for the US in the eyes of Neo Americans.
Domon decides to hit up Chibodee for a fight on a day between matches hoping it'll clear his head and give him the clarity to decide on a course of action. What ends up happening is an unexpected heart to heart via blows and a breakdown.
Domon is happy for Rain and Kyoji, and he knows it's not true; but he feels like he lost a piece of himself when his relationship with Rain fell apart.
Domon's instinct is to run after that but Chibodee knows this city and Domon doesn't hide out for long before Chibodee drags him back to his place to stay and just "Chill out and breathe. You don't have to be anyone but yourself here. You can take as long as you need to find out what everything changing means for you." Friends and teammates stick together.
So Domon spends a few weeks with Chibodee sparring and hanging out in New York. Chibodee does a frankly awesome job at containing his feelings because he's focusing on Domons feelings and being a good friend first and foremost. Whatever he's feeling can wait until after Domon is done going though it.
There's a bit of a twinge in Domon's heart as he leaves that he can't really place.
After he returns to Neo Japan and gets settled back into life with his family, The Dreams start.
They're mainly set in New York. Small things first like noticing Chibodee's smile and his eyes. Then sparring sessions that begin to turn lurid.
He thought these kinds of dreams would stop after he was married.... he doesn't know what to do about this.
I just figure it gives more clarity and sense of time for the journey from Comphet Marriage Dissolution to Feelings to Confession. Idk.
But I got stuck on a bit and then had this thought and needed to get it down before I lost it and it was so long it made sense to make it its own post as opposed to several replies.
The Maize and Clown Motel will probably still be 3 years and change post canon for clarification.
@thedragonchilde @amplexadversary @youreaclownnow
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