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Yo! The name’s Alice ( 31. any pronouns ) and this is my independent multifandom multimuse blog featuring characters from a selection of games and anime I really enjoy. Activity is sporadic because I work weekends and have other hobbies and obligations as well as low energy in general, but I’m always down to start new interactions as long as you’re willing to be patient.
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👁️ Gen
The fact that Ifa was still holding onto him in return quelled a little of Ororon's worries about still holding onto Ifa's shirt, if Ifa wasn't pulling away he wasn't going to either. "You say I'm ridiculous but it has been almost three weeks since I saw you, that's long enough." And each day missing his best friend was tough enough when there was the added layer of the additional feelings he had for Ifa, but he wasn't about to just blab that like he would one of his random thoughts that would give Ifa half an anurism.
"Seriously, bro, relax. I'm not gonna disappear the second ya let me go, alright?"
Yes, he did know that, but the irrational side of Ororon that was the textbook example of yearning simply didn't want to let go. And he nodded to answer Ifa's question, but it didn't stop his gaze from going down to Ifa's mouth again as he was speaking again and chastising Ororon about possibly not sleeping enough. It was a good thing Ifa's hand wasn't checking the bat boys pulse at that moment, because the quicker pace would be giving him away that something was up with Ororon, even if it wasn't what Ifa was thinking.
"I'm sleeping fine, I just got up early today so I wouldn't sleep too late and not get everything done in my garden before you came over. Not that I don't love all my veggies that work really hard on growing for me, but I want to be able to pay attention to you when you're here. I can always take a nap after you leave if I really need to, I promise."
While there were many things Ifa was willing to ignore to some level when it came to Ororon and his eccentricities, his health was absolutely not one of them so he wasn't quite ready to back down, stern gaze still locked on Ororon as he eyed him closely. There wasn't anything super obviously off about him when he seemed alert, but he just had to make sure which meant the examination wasn't quite done.
"Hmmm... Idunno, bro. Even if your temp doesn't seem high at a touch, you do look a little flushed. You sure you're good?" He'd lean in a tad closer, hand moving from Ororon's forehead to his left cheek as his other settled on his right, effectively sandwiching Ororon's face right between both of them. Sometimes getting the truth out meant he had to leave Ororon nowhere else to run.
"I'm gonna need ya t'look me right in the eyes and promise me you're not overdoing it. You know I'll take care of you if it comes down do it, but I've got a lot on my plate this time of year since Saurian breeding season ended not so long ago and there are a lot of important check-ups to make sure all the little ones will be born nice and healthy come the fall season."
Ororon shouldn't dwell on how natural it felt to wrap his arms around Ifa's waist and immediately nuzzle into the vet's shoulder. He knew Ifa was chronically busy and had been for as long as they'd been friends, but that never stopped the bat boy from still missing his best friend all the same when Ifa's schedule was relentless for weeks on end and there was barely time for him to go home and simply sleep, let alone making it down to the Masters of the Night Wind to see Ororon.
So now that he'd been gifted one afternoon before Ifa had appointments closer to dinnertime, Ororon could almost tuck himself into the crook of Ifa's neck and hug his waist a little more tightly. Ororon didn't need to say 'I missed you' out loud, he knew that Ifa knew it.
"You know it's been a long time since you've been down here when the basket I keep all of Cacucu's favorite snacks in is basically full. He's gonna have to take some extra berries in his backpack and some in yours too when you leave later."
Ororon knew he had to pry himself off of Ifa, but even as he straightened back up to his full height something was keeping him holding onto Ifa's shirt at both his sides; unwilling to let go unless Ifa asked him to or moved away. The hesitation to let go was more than likely visible as the heterochromatic eyes quietly stayed locked on the vet's handsome face. Nevermind that he glanced at Ifa's mouth too for the briefest of seconds, bros can't look at their bros like that. Except he did.
"Are you forreal, bro? You're actin' like you haven't seen me in months! Don't be ridiculous." Ifa sighed, but despite his chastising he'd easily wound his arms around Ororon right back, making no moves to pry the batboy off of him for the moment. Truth be told all this time without Ororon definitely sucked for him too, missing the unpredictability and friendly banter that always made his day a little more interesting, but duty calls and he just couldn't live with himself if he didn't give his all to the saurians of Natlan.
"Seriously, bro, relax. I'm not gonna disappear the second ya let me go, alright?" He assured as Ororon finally seemed to decide he'd had enough, but something wasn't quite right here either. Ororon certainly had his clingy moments, that much Ifa knew, but something just felt off about how Ororon insisted on continuing to tug at him and the way his gaze seemed to wander.
"You feelin' alright? You aren't coming down with somethin', are ya?" A hand rarely shed of its glove would reach up to Ororon's forehead, slipping beneath his bangs to try and read his temperature. "Guess ya could be tired since it's midday. You're gettin' enough sleep, right? Being more nocturnally inclined isn't a good excuse not to at least rest through the morning as the sun's coming up, we've been through this, bro."
Patiently, Hoshina observed Narumi slowly decide to take his hand. As their fingers brushed, he appreciated the familiar roughness of hard-earned callouses against his skin for the second time that night. He hummed in acknowledgement of Narumi's preference and stayed right where he was.
“ Sure thing, ” he agreed easily. There were some matters he wanted to clear up before they parted ways anyway. As silence settled between them, it became clear that this was the limit for the night, so he closed his eyes and spoke quietly, “ goodnight, Narumi. ”
When his phone's alarm went off the next morning, bright and early as usual, he was immediately up and silencing it. It took him a second to remember where he was, but one glance at the lump on the futon beside him cleared that up. Sighing, he swiftly changed back into yesterday's uniform, folding the borrowed clothes neatly and placing them on a box where he suspected they'd be forgotten by their owner. There was no mirror, so he just sifted his fingers through his hair until he felt it was presentable enough.
“ Okay, rise and shine ! ” Hoshina's voice rang out loud and clear, exceptionally cheery for the early hour, as he unceremoniously flicked the lights on and off a few times. The routine was reminiscent of what he would do if he was waking one of his own officers that had missed roll call. Leaving the lights on, he took the few steps back to the futon and sat down with his legs folded properly beneath him. His head tilted curiously as he watched the Captain with unmasked amusement. “ Are you awake ? I believe we have some things to discuss before the morning briefings. ”
When he first shut his eyes as their night had finally come to a close Narumi thought he couldn't possibly get even a second of real sleep. His heart was racing, anxiousness settling deep in his core, during this wholly new experience he hadn't expected himself to find himself in the midst of. Not only had he made an absolute fool of himself on day 1 of Hoshina's necessitated frequent visits to his base when he really had hoped to play it all cool, but somehow all that ridiculousness had landed him here, sharing his futon with the man who had occupied his thoughts rent free for years. For all intents and purposes he wasn't sure if this was a dream, a nightmare, or something in between, but eventually he'd drifted off into what was possibly the most peaceful sleep he'd ever had which made it all that much worse when the sound of a damn alarm had him stir.
"Shut up." He'd mutter blearily, burying himself further into the comfort of his futon. There was nothing worse than annoying noise in the morning, but as long as it wasn't the much louder and much more annoying kaiju alarm he was fine to ignore it. What he could not ignore, however, was the reminder of what exactly he'd gotten himself into as he slowly came to be fully alert and heard the familiar voice of one Hoshina Soshiro instead of the usual yelling of his own vice captain that was so often heard in the mornings.
"Holy shit!" Narumi sat up with a start, making himself dizzy with the sudden movement and needing a moment to steady himself. Hoshina was here, in his room, after a night where they definitely slept next to each other, and all of this was, in fact, very real.
"I mean- uhhh, sure." Much like the previous night it was hard to hide his uncharacteristic nervousness as he settled, hunched over with his gaze flitting about beneath messier-than-usual fringe as his hands restlessly fidgeted in his lap. "Listen, I may not have experience with this stuff but I've seen movies and tv. The 'we need to talk' schtick usually doesn't end up great for the guy on the other end of it. If you regret everything from last night just get it over with."
the kiss was softer than jing yuan had expected, gentler than what boothill's sharp - toothed grin might have suggested. it spoke of restraint, of careful intention, of someone treating him like he was something precious rather than simply powerful. the sensation settled warmly in his chest, comfortable and right in ways he had never experienced before.
when boothill pulled back, jing yuan found himself unwilling to let the distance grow too far. his hand came up to rest against the ranger's chest— not warm, no, but solid and real and there. the lack of a heartbeat beneath his palm didn't bother him in the slightest, even when anyone else would find it strange.
' you need not apologize— i'm quite fond of you just as you are. ' his voice carried the very same unguarded quality it had held all evening. the alcohol had long since stopped being an excuse for his honesty, and perhaps had long since left his senses from feeling that pleasant buzz he'd felt earlier. ' flesh and blood or metal and synth... it makes no difference to me. ' his thumb traced an absent pattern against boothill's chest, golden eyes meeting the ranger's to subtly reassure him without saying as much.
his fingers moved from boothill's chest to curl loosely in the fabric of his jacket. ' as for being a proper gentleman... ' there was amusement in his tone now, mixed with something warmer. ' i'm in no great hurry. perhaps in taking things slowly, i'll get to see even more charming sides of you in action. '
jing yuan leaned in again, pressing another brief kiss to boothill's lips before settling back with a satisfied expression. his hand found boothill's, fingers interlacing easily. ' though i can assure you; i'm not going anywhere. '
"Keep talkin' like that n' I might just get a little misty-eyed." A physical impossibility with his synthetic body, but the sentiment remained all the same when the realization really started to settle in that Boothill hadn't felt the contentment of being able to relax next to someone he loved in a long, long time. It was just easy to forget how artificial his body had become when he was with Jing Yuan, where every little touch the man granted him almost felt warm against his cool, steel plating.
"No matter how far my work as a Galaxy Ranger takes me I'll always come back to ya, never doubt that. I also ain't all that great with that textin' shit but I'll try harder t' let ya know what I'm up to when I can." The Ranger assured with a gentle squeeze to Jing Yuan's hand.
"Already wasn't plannin' on lettin' anyone get the jump on me 'til I take out every IPC dickhead I could, but knowin' I got a fella waitin' on me t' come back in one piece sure doesn't hurt as some extra motivation."
A final thought of the day is that this man 100% does his own hair and has been doing it himself for years. Cut, bleach, and dye, the whole shebang started happening in the group home bathroom at 16 and it's the one thing about his appearance he's meticulous about. Some could argue he's not very good at cutting his hair because it kinda looks like a choppy mess at some angles, but Gen would argue it's an artfully intentional choppy mess that he's perfected over the last decade of him doing it.
Needless to say, his hair touch up moments are ones where he does not want to be disturbed. Interruptions better be a life or death situation because any other distraction from getting this done will result in incurring his wrath.
Subjecting the dash to sad Gen shit bc I can
Gen's habit of overconsumption is directly related to the fact he grew up with nothing. As an orphan with behavioral issues he was constantly being tossed from place to place which means, even if he could find things to call his own, he could never have much because it was an inevitability that he'd end up having to relocate anyway. So, now that he's an adult with his own paychecks, his ability to regulate his wants vs needs is nonexistent. He doesn't have rent or bills to pay because his housing is covered by the Defense Force now, so everything he earns gets thrown into his whims and desires leading to his hoarder lifestyle.
When buying his first handheld console as a teen he did so out of his own hard work, picking up odd jobs or signing up for whatever little contests he could with small cash prizes utilizing his intelligence or athletic abilities for success. It was the first big purchase he ever made for himself and, from there, his love of gaming became something important to him as an escape from more upsetting parts of his life ( i.e. loneliness and struggling to belong ) that he kept up with as a later escape from the more grueling realities that come with his job as an Officer and later Captain of the Defense Force ( i.e. inevitable casualties and the thought of not being good enough ).
Isao's death definitely hit him hard in ways he'd never let anyone see. He's always had a complex about being perceived as anything but perfect, but that also ties into his identity as the strongest in the defense force. His knowledge that he is a pillar people rely on means nobody will see him waver in his darkest moments because, even if he is quite publicly silly and a bit pathetic in his childish nonsense, he needs to be useful and needs to be seen as strong no matter what it is he's up against. His place to belong hinges on that, so there's no option but to keep proving he's the best and that nothing can get in his way. Not even the death of a man he desperately wanted to impress but never got to know if he succeeded.
“Maybe he’s having a bad day?” / aang to zuko, probably being overly optimistic about some stuffy old official lol
"A bad day? Well then every day must be a bad day for him." Leave it to Aang to try and see the best in a miserable old jerk that just wants to cause him headaches for sport just like plenty of other stubborn Fire Nation officials and aristocrats that just couldn't get it through their heads that things were changing around here.
"There's no point trying to pretend stubborn old Fire Nation officials are anything but that when I'm pretty sure the only old man from the Fire Nation that isn't a miserable jerk is my uncle." Zuko sighed, pinching at the bridge of his nose before attempting to physically rid himself off the irritation he was feeling with a curt shake of his head. Some days it was more exhausting than others, but it wasn't as bad actually having someone else to distract him after all of the political nonsense.
"I really try my best not to get on their level, but it's a struggle sometimes. I spent so long just as stubborn and angry as all of them it'd be too easy to snap back and tell them how ridiculous they are, but that's not exactly proper Fire Lord behavior, is it?"
“Of course your eyes hurt, you’ve been staring at a screen for hours. Hand it over.” / hoshina to narumi!
"You sound like Hasegawa sometimes and it grosses me out." Because, truly, what was less attractive to think about when spending time with his boyfriend than that bald demon who put a fresh crack in his phone screen last week while dragging him out of his futon? Well... probably all that presumably boring shit in the folders Hoshina insisted on reading instead of giving him attention when he showed up at Tachikawa unannounced, which is why he was playing his Switch in the first place.
"At least let me save first." Narumi would concede after a moment anyway with minimal grumbling about how life wasn't fair, his boyfriend was bullying him, and that Hoshina should be more supportive of his hobbies, not interested in winding up with a ticked off super ninja wrestling it out of his hands and killing his progress in one fell swoop. But, naturally, as soon as he set his Switch down on Hoshina's desk he'd get up to circle right around it and entertain himself a new way by wrapping his arms around Hoshina and letting his head fall onto his shoulder, whining directly into his ear.
"Are you done yet? It's hard being a cool, spontaneous boyfriend who wants to do shit with you when you're addicted to being boring! The hell is so distracting about all these lame folders anyway when The Narumi Gen, aka The Coolest, Sexiest, Awesomest, Badass Boyfriend is sitting right in front of you? I feel like you're wasting a great opportunity here. Real noob move."
@inanthesis continued from here to continue the shenanigans
Ororon thought absolutely nothing about what he said to Ifa, but why would he? From his perspective he'd just been invited to a social gathering and he was inviting his best friend to go with him. So when he heard the telltale sigh in Ifa's voice, as well as an actual sigh escaping the vet's lips, that had Ororon's head turning to look at Ifa.
"Trouble? He didn't say anything about there being anything bad at the party.."
Ears didn't move until Ifa said he was going to leave to go talk to the man in question, that's when the little bat ears noticeably drooped and he wasn't just confused, but a little disappointed at something very specific that only Ororon would be concerned about.
"You've got the whole afternoon off unless an emergency comes in for once, can't you stay until after lunch and we hang out for a bit?" Yes he did still have the business card in his pocket since it had been put there, but Ororon didn't want to hand it over unless Ifa was absolutely adamant that some conversation with this guy had to happen right now.
"Hey, now, hold on-..." Ifa sighed, retracting his hand from Ororon's head to pinch the bridge of his nose. He really did want to nip this in the bud as soon as possible to keep this naive guy out of trouble, but for all of his training in resisting sad little saurian eyes he did crack sometimes and Ororon did have a talent for putting on a very effective sad, wet Iktomisaur look on.
"Okay, fine, I won't go talk to 'im right now but I am gonna give 'im a stern talkin' to once I get around to it and next time anyone offers you some weird stuff ya gotta come straight to me with it, understand?. You're just lucky I'm the one that showed up, if Granny was the one that caught wind of all this you'd get the slipper and that guy would already be mince meat."
in a way, jing yuan wasn't entirely surprised by the way his advances were well met. in fact, his smile turned from something devilishly mischievous to something far more gentle. there weren't many on the xianzhou who would be this transparent with him, even while drinking. everything was simply a game of chess— pieces on a board shuffling to just the right spot until the moment they were seized. the general had long since grown tired of the game that was always to his advantage, yet he somehow never seemed to score a complete victory without the distinct feeling of emptiness looming overhead.
with boothill, every action he took was entirely his own. every leap he took before looking, every subsequent visit to the xianzhou since they'd met, and even the gentle way his fingers arranged his hair so he could see the truth behind his eyes. it was all so incredibly endearing and ultimately refreshing that jing yuan wondered if he could simply take what he wanted for himself in the same way boothill did.
' i'd be damed honored t'be by your side. '
it was so genuine and thoughtful— a way of laying his cards out on the table that jing yuan had never experienced before.
' if i did get one over on you, what would you do, then? '
it's something he couldn't help but ask aloud in the hope that boothill might take the leap of faith and quit being a proper fuckin' gentleman and kiss him like he said he would.
now, all that was left was for the general to lay his cards out, too. the only trouble was that every word lay trapped behind the lump in his throat. how could someone with such little experience with expressing the genuine nature of his feelings hope to convey how much he wanted boothill by his side. even now as he toyed with his hair and touched his face so delicately, how could he tell him that he'd desired to be as wild and free as bootill was in his youth, and that same fire ignited by the desire for freedom still burned brightly, yet remained trapped within the sort of cell that wouldn't allow its escape?
' i don't want uncomplicated. i don't want to try this out. '
in fact, he'd given perhaps a bit too much thought as to how they'd work out. someone would see him happy with boothill and tell someone. that someone would assuredly tell someone else more important. that someone else with greater rank would no doubt make it their business to either intervene in his affairs or try to leverage the situation to their favor. in all the ways he attempted to move the pieces around the board, jing yuan could not find a single strategy where his was the victory. for once, he was okay with that. taking the heat for someone he selfishly desired was well worth the sacrifice.
jing yuan took the hand that carefully traced the line of his jaw and held it so he could lean in, resting his face into the palm of his hand so he could say what no drink could ever truly help him say;
' i want you. '
Smitten was an understatement to describe the way Boothill was feeling as Jing Yuan leaned into the palm of his hand like the most precious overgrown cat he's ever had the pleasure of petting. How a man so powerful with a presence that was so commanding could look downright adorable should be illegal, but if he'd had lungs all the air would've been knocked right out at the General's confession, even if the cowboy was quite optimistic that his feelings were returned.
"You really are somethin'..." Boothill would begin, happy to scoot over close enough that their thighs were pressed together and bringing Jing Yuan in by the hand cupped around his face so that their foreheads would do the same with a bright, shark-like grin on his face.
"Can't say I'll be able t'give ya everything an other fella could 'cause some things just ain't in the cards for a guy like me. I ain't warm to the touch, if ya rest your pretty lil' head on my chest it ain't gonna feel like a cushy down pillow, and my hugs ain't all that comfy either, but I'll do everythin' in my fuckin' power t'make ya happy, that much I can promise." The Galaxy Ranger continued, his smile growing softer around the edges as he gradually leaned in that much closer with every word until he ended his declaration with a kiss. It wasn't all that much grander than the peck Jing Yuan had left him, but he tried his damndest to put all of his sincere intention in the press of his lips against the General's.
"If ya expected anything a little wilder from me, I'm afraid I've gotta apologize. Trust me when I say I want ya in every way a man could want a gorgeous thing like you, but like I've said before: ya ain't just anyone. So don't mind me if I feel like bein' a proper fella a little longer, 'kay? Universe ain't endin' any time soon, so there's plenty o' time to get to the rest of it."
You can't lie, I know we all thought this
Idk when it's gonna happen but like... he's gonna get added it's only a matter of time. I love this chaotic little creature of a man.
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Curious, he waited for Narumi to finish in the bathroom, his smile widening when he saw the transformation. Though he rarely bothered to do so unless he was about to go out on the battlefield, the Captain undeniably looked better with his hair actually styled back. Hoshina enjoyed being able to see Narumi's eyes and all of his flustered reactions unobstructed. But of course, he had to ruin the moment by saying something ridiculous.
Narumi said a lot of nonsense, but Hoshina believed there were some kernels of truth buried between the lines. Their relationship was public now, but his officers would probably still be shocked to see the First Division's Captain at their party, and he was glad that Narumi had considered their first impressions important enough to put some effort into his appearance so they'd look good together. Or at least as good as they could look in their standard uniforms. Nevertheless, he wouldn't let the man's outburst go without playing into it a bit.
“ I didn't say anything, ” Hoshina replied with simulated diplomacy. “ But I guess that also means I'm not allowed to say anything about how good I think you look right now. Oh well... My lips are sealed. ” He shrugged helplessly, and true to his word, didn't comment further as he joined his boyfriend at the door and laced up his own boots. Even as he stood up and made to leave, he looked back with his signature vulpine smile and simply gestured for Narumi to come with him.
"I-... You-... Tch, whatever." Narumi wanted to argue that clearly that would've been an exception ( because when did he ever deny anyone the chance to give him a well deserved and definitely earned compliment on literally anything ), but the longer this thing went on between them he'd learned to pick some of his battles more carefully. Hoshina knew just what to say to get under his skin at any given second of any given day, plus, what he said technically could still be taken as a compliment to preen just a little about as he laced his boots and fell into step behind his boyfriend.
"Have your officers done this kinda thing for you before? I've always told my Platoon Leaders not to bother with shit like this 'cause it's not worth the hassle, but I don't really know how you guys do stuff here at your base and you're kinda more-... y'know, with your guys than I am with mine." Narumi began with a shrug, not really elaborating but sure Hoshina would pick up on his meaning anyway.
"Been on a few bases since I first joined the Defense Force and every one was pretty different about how the Captains and the Officers get along, or don't."
