Nov 26, 2019
— Makoto Yukimura, Vinland Saga
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— Makoto Yukimura, Vinland Saga
I was thinking in the possible ships with Thorfinn... i had only 3 options but i wanted to do 4... so... i put Canute because why not?! XD For those that read Vinland Saga... who is your fav ship?! #vinlandsaga #manga #shipping_time #fanart #thorfinn #einar #gurid #hild #canute
gureferi scenario + brief, shenanigans, ferid can’t help himself // office au
ferid naturally has cold hands, they are especially chilly during the winter season, and he’s inclined to smack and splay his frosty hands onto his friends at every opportunity
one day at the office he goes on this chilling spree, he sticks his hands into crowley’s shirt, and his poor bff freezes over, he clasp his hands onto lacus’s cheeks, lacus cries and smacks ferid aside, and ferid tries to get rene, but rene is so stoic and devoid of expression that it’s difficult to get a rise out of him and ferid usually gives up, shuffles off to his next victim
aND THERE’S LIKE THIS GOLDEN/OPPORTUNE MOMENT where he stumbles across guren’s office, guren’s alone, perfectly full of openings, his attention on his work, and ferid personally enjoys teasing the poor guy so he goes for it
somehow, ferid miraculously sneaks his icy hands onto guren, and kinda startles him, hOWEVER, guren is much warmer than expected, he’s like a furnace or smth, and his body heat nicely counters ferid’s ridiculously cold hands
ferid, completely awed, stunned, grasps both of guren’s hands, and asks guren to warm his insides
guren kicks ferid out of his office
A/N: ferid comes crawlin back the entire season and makes it a habit to hang with guren when it’s rly cold, he’s finally found his own personal heater
gureferi scenario + norito and shinya drop by guren’s office // office au
a few minutes to noon, norito and shinya stride toward guren’s office to reconvene for lunch, and they wind through stairs, prattle, senseless, needless
norito gripes, bemoans, “what do you mean you don’t want to see survivors because of rika inoue?! she is, like, the hottest thing, right now, what the fuck, bro”
“first and foremost,” shinya flicks and adjusts the bristles of his hair behind his ears, “she is a terrible actress, her acting is incredibly stiff and mechanical - she could learn a thing, or two, from her co-worker aiko aihara -”
“ok, you did not just go there,” brusque, norito intercedes, gesticulates, his arms swinging, snapping, strung and furious, their steps light and quiet down the hall, “i can’t believe you would slander blockbuster-sweetheart rika inoue this way, she is perfect - have you seen her? curvy and cute, she has to be a size d, at least, and her acting is not bad, her roles are just too limited and constrained, and aiko aihara? rEALLY”
shinya hums, “aiko has a trove of awards, she’s been acknowledged by actors’ guilds, what has rika inoue earned again?”
“why do you have to make this personal, shinya,” norito sighs, strokes the thin strip of blond hair on his chin, “you must really like small boobs”
shinya elbows norito in the chest, and increases his pace, guren’s door in sight
“damn, you didn’t have to hit so hard, you know it’s true, anyways, let’s ask guren, homeboy knows exactly where the true beauty lies -”
pensive, his brows crinkle, and mar the bridge of his nose with a slight indent, and shinya twists the doorknob, quips, “i thought we were judging talent here”
absently, hastily, norito waves his hand, shrugs his shoulders, “either way rika inoue wins,” eager, norito peers into the room, shinya following suit, “ yo, guren, rika inoue, or aiko aihara? rika, right -”
they pause, process the scene
ethereal, and elegant, ferid bathory - public relations specialist and latest addition to the hiiragi firm - perches himself comfortably on guren’s lap, his thighs on either side of guren’s waist, his fingertips nimble, ginger, on the berth of guren’s back, his head in the crook of guren’s shoulder, his lips a breadth from the tawny column of guren’s throat
steady, entirely definite, guren’s palms splay and encompass the rise of ferid’s hips, curious fingers in the smooth, pristine flesh beneath the layers of ferid’s silk, gray vest, and guren’s black suit is disheveled, his white shirt rumpled, thoroughly creased, his tie strangely unavailable
carmine glistens, gleams, “hello yourself”
stunned, norito sputters, “holy shit, is - is that really tightass??”
sly, toothy, ferid returns his attention to guren’s wan, pallid features, the fiery coals of his gaze flicker, glint, an edge of frivolity, and danger, and the lines of his plush mouth curve, query, “tightass…?”
abruptly, panic and flight in the spring of his legs, guren flings ferid off of his lap and rises from his chair, his bones tremulous, creaky, and he clears his throat, “er - lunch, lounge, if you need me”
“uh,” norito blinks, watches ferid casually straighten his person, dust his pants, and sleeves, as guren rapidly flees, “congrats on the sex?”
“mm, if only,” ferid laughs, spruces the fine, silvery strands of his hair into a fresh bun, “you disrupted our flow, completely demolished the mood, we just nearly made it to fondling, shame, i quite enjoyed the suspense, guren was particularly tense”
“wait, i thought you two already -”
“oh, of course, but we haven’t achieved office sex, yet, it’s on my agenda”
norito whistles, shinya sighs
A/N: oKAY this is like set after the first chapter of my office au series (im procrastinating so much, sobs); i love ferid bugging guren every chance he can get, flirting and teasing, especially after what happens in that fic im still...working on
there’s missin info here, but that’s tied to the other fic...that will never be finished at this rate
gureferi scenario + brief, fluff, ferid is slightly terrible // office au
ferid flutters and sweeps his ivory lashes demure, coquettish, and leans forward, his hands steady, sturdy, on the even, flat surface of the tabletop, and he lingers by the slick, rosy crest of guren’s expectant mouth - the corners slightly drooping, anticipating -
swift, diligent, ferid neglects his boyfriend, and directs his attention to the piece of cherry strudel from guren’s suspended fork, and he closes the plush folds of his lips over the polished silver, scrapes his teeth and swipes his tongue along the remnants of the sweet, tangy morsel, and hastily retracts before guren can swing his arm
“really?”
ferid flicks his velvet tongue, hums, “really.”
guren grumbles, seizes ferid by the collar, and rightly procures his kiss, and several more
A/N: ferid would be the one to deceive guren like he’s gonna kiss him when all he really wants is that damn food, what a terrible bf
it’s a win-win for ferid tho damn
gureferi scenario + private company au pt.2
this has no substance, might be confusing, ahhh
“bullshit, that’s the new temp.”
“what, you think they hired him for his ass??”
“did you see his ass?”
“i was too preoccupied by the sight of his face”
“you’re so full of shit”
surly, guren clears his throat, and his co-workers jilt, scramble, and flee to their cubicles
curious, pensive, guren glances toward the reception desk, scours for the tight, perky ass, and startles, the man with the glorious asset standing before him
he’s fair, prim, proper, his blue dress shirt tucked into his jeans, his hair pulled in a bun, studs in his ears, a young wispy boy on his left
“you flatter me, but my eyes are up here, mr. ichinose, although, you probably don’t see such a spectacle every day, do you? ”
guren immediately sours, “who the fuck are you”
“mm,” he taps a finger against his lips, “i am merely the man you have been seeking”
“what -”
“guren, guren, wait!” shinya intervenes, norito’s arm in his grip (norito was hopelessly dragged around), he gasps, “he’s - he’s the tech. support for the karr request”
guren squints, unimpressed
the man bows, gripes, “ferid bathory, a pleasure, i know, i was told you had need of my services, mr. ichinose”
guren jabs a thumb at ferid, “he’s our guy?? are you serious”
shinya sighs, “he has the skills, and credibility, he’s our guy”
guren pinches the bridge of his nose, “alright, whatever, let’s see what he can do”
“shit, he hacked into the decoy in less than a minute”
“i told you pretty boy was the real deal, and you owe me lunch”
“i still don’t like him”
“do you like anyone, guren”
“no”
OK SO LIKE
ferid and mika momentarily join guren + co in tracking down the source of karr’s assassination attempts, and guren is paired with ferid, yuu is paired with mika, shinoa/mitsuba guard lest karr
yuu takes kindly to mika, the two are pretty much inseparable
guren and ferid argue and flirt, and ofc bond in their own wayyy
ferid and mika are given one week to produce all the results they need
ferid reveals his former relation to krul tepes, he served as an underboss for her, still has connections, his friend, bar owner crowley (a former member as well), can easily set up his appointments/procure the necessary idiots to bug, too
while ferid and mika are showing results in small tasks (a way to really test out their capabilities), kureto urges guren and shinya to keep a close eye on the two, yakuza are never to be trusted
a few leaks about the hiiragi system unleash attacks on the building after they survive and tally the damages, guren and ferid end up in bed, guren blames it on the adrenaline high, and not that he’s kinda into ferid, and his assss, he indulges in the koi fish tattoo & flowers on ferid’s back
a few more leaks lead to attacks on lest karr, shinoa and mitsuba successfully contain the situation, shinya and norito are dispatched as reinforcements
kureto restores order, interrogates ferid, maybe roughs him up a bit??
“ah, i wanted to disrupt, and dismantle the hiiragi corporation, i would have revealed the location of tenri hiiragi, had him killed, and pinned it on you, ku-re-to hiiragi, i enjoy a good game, and your fall from grace would be the perfect delight”
ferid continues his job, quite slowly, teases yuu, sleeps with guren
until
ferid sighs, looks to mika, “i’m afraid we can’t linger much longer, we’ll be caught in the lion’s den at this rate, time to go, darling”
they leave to crowley’s bar, unfortunately, it’s already surrounded by the time they sit down, and enjoy a drink
ferid pouts, “oh, boo, was i that terrible of an actor?”
mika, crowley nod
“oh, who asked you”
apprehended, ferid spills that he was working undercover for krul tepes, they wanted information on lest karr and the hiiragi corp in order to off lest karr, and to contain the hiiragi; he leaked the info on the building that lead to the attacks
he willingly surrenders, “i tire of the night life, however, do spare mika, dear, over there, yes? i adopted him, crafted him to fit the needs of the tepes group, he was involuntarily wrangled into this entire ordeal”
“and you dragged me along??”
“ahh, crowley, that’s right, however, you’re simply not precious and sweet enough to move me to vouch for your freedom, and i refuse to go down in this mess alone”
crowley sighs, “the things i do for you”
kureto has other plans
mika, crowley, and ferid are on a probation?? they won’t be sent to jail in exchange for their services, no pay for a year or two, and ferid has to shut down operations with krul
surly, grim, the lines of his lips twist, and crease in a frown, and mar his pristine features, “oh, my, she’s going to be tremendously displeased that i’ve been caught, and she’s never lenient with her punishments, so dutiful and attentive in each strike,” ferid groans, “i promised her lest karr on a silver platter, do you realize i might not return alive?? ferid bathory identified as the corpse wedged deep in the river bed, decomposed matter polluting the waters” - guren picks up ferid from his session with krul tepes, his face slightly bruised, his shoulder and left side aching
“you look like shit”
“are you always this sardonic, and disreputable”
“nah, it’s just you”
“oh, how charming, what a man of many talents you are, ladykiller ichinose”
guren snorts, “c’mon, we gotta get you some ice” he reaches for ferid’s hands, his fingers seamlessly twining with ferid’s own, “should help with the swelling”
“carry me,” ferid pleads, scuffs his shoe in gravel, “i simply can’t go on”
“lazy asshole,” guren scowls, carries ferid on his back, anyhow
“mm, and you’re a softie,” ferid murmurs into the crook of guren’s shoulder, smiles against the tawny flesh, “or am i that irresistible” guren swats ferid’s ass
“ow, ow, handle with delicacy!”
A/N: guren never completely trusted ferid, ferid was too shady ya kno, so he wasn’t devastated by the “betrayal” like yuu was
they just continue on in their relationship
this story essentially contains gureferi/norishin/crowkure/mikayuu, a third part would explore the crowkure bit, crowley becomes kureto’s main lackey, and would rekindle mika and yuu’s relationship
gureferi scenario + private security company au pt.1
the hiiragi family owns a private security company
it’s a business corporation that provides armed/unarmed security services and expertise to private and public clients, the corporation primarily engages in providing guard and patrol services (bodyguard, guard dog, parking security, security guard services), and provides advanced special operations services if the client demands/requests it; essentially, they offer protection and/or gather information for their clients
old man tenri runs the company, however, he’s stationed overseas, kureto, therefore, holds the reigns to the company
there are several divisions, the main two - intelligence & security
kureto is the chief/intelligence chief and oversees divisions 1 and 2 bc he only wants to personally advise/dictate the best
division 1 consists of guren, shinya, norito, mito, sayuri, leader guren division 2 consists of shinoa, mitsuba, kimizuki, yoichi, yuu, leader shinoa
guren, norito, mito, yuu, kimizuki, mitsuba specialize in security shinoa, shinya, sayuri, yoichi specialize in intelligence
each assignment requires at least one pair of guards, they mix n match depending on the situation/severity of the client’s needs
anyways
the company receives a request from the karr corporation (a really shady group/potentially yakuza, or they’re linked to the yakuza realm)
they are in need of protection for ceo/heir lest karr, they suspect an assassination attempt on his life from the tepes group; they also request incriminating information on krul tepes/the tepes group, they want to end further attempts on lest karr’s life
considering the drastic infiltration/protection required, it’s like a level a, and automatically split between the divisions (a few of the members are currently active for other clientele, mito/sayuri, kimiyoi, are offsite), however, they require a specialist in tech/mechanics
shinya has a lead on just that man (he’s never been subtle) - ferid bathory
they seek him, enlist his services
ferid is not what they expect, they’re not sure what to make of his apprentice mika either
A/N: i don’t know what im doing lma o
gureferi scenario + for lois’s bday // office au
“crowley, my dear,” ferid gingerly pats the hard lines of his friend’s shoulder, “can you grant me thirty minutes of your precious time”
skeptical, pensive, crowley taps the jut of his chin, his brows drawn, creased, “thirty minutes - you have to inform me of something that’s worth thirty minutes?? - i don’t know -”
a grievous sigh, “no, no,” the bony strips of ferid’s fingers dig and curl into crowley’s shoulder, a resolute hold, “grant. me. thirty. minutes.”
crowley groans, “ferid, we’re in charge of the sangu charity event, there are hundreds of people here to support the local firm, and we are trying to procure a contract -”
ferid wrings crowley by the front of his paisley tie, barbs ready on his tongue, “guren was assigned separate business ventures the last couple of weeks, this is the first joint event i have had with him in some time,” ferid tightens the fabric around crowley’s throat, “and i have not had a decent fuck in over a month, crowley, dear, and i humbly request thirty minutes of your time to supervise a hundred of our guests”
“...thirty minutes” crowley rasps
“c’mon, guren, we only have twenty minutes left, and i will tolerate another precious loss, crowley sacrificed himself for the greater good, you know”
“what - wait, is that a portable restroom?? you can’t be fucking serious, ferid”
“guren, get in the damn restroom, you are wasting time”
“i know you’re a bit of an exhibitionist, but this tacky even for your standards”
ferid rolls his eyes, shoves guren into the bulky, beige facility, “this is the best i could do under the time constraints, fortunately, this is behind the event, not too many desperate occupants squabbling for this filthy thing”
“it fuckin’ reeks of shit”
ferid slips in, shuts the door, glazed eyes, “handle it”
prompt, free of inhibition, ferid grasps guren by the lapels of his jacket, and crushes his mouth against guren’s own, whet, and voracious, arousal stirs and coils in groin, and he grips onto the sooty strands of guren’s matted hair, moans, guren’s knee between his thighs
it’s acrid, bitter, in the cramped space, but ferid presses forward, shifts, and teases the burly front of guren’s chest, his palms across the plane of guren’s abdomen, the muscles obscured and hidden beneath his suit
guren trails the his tongue along the creamy column of ferid’s throat, and nips his jaw, and ferid lightly bounces on his knee, and guren unclasps the buttons of ferid’s slacks, reaches beneath the fabric of his briefs, and firmly grips his dick
ferid keens, bites guren’s lower lip, flesh between the pearls of his teeth, “brutish bastard”
“we have fifteen minutes,” guren chides, quickly, decisively loosening his belt buckle, and zipper, “don’t complain”
sly, toothy, “i love a man of your persuasion”
guren rolls his eyes
brusque, desperate, they huddle in the corner, and rut against each other, their skin slick with dribbles of precome, and ferid gasps, arches, guren’s mouth on his neck
“harder, guren, harder”
it’s difficult to manage, but guren obliges, grunts into the expanse of ferid’s shoulder
“goodness, this - this isn’t nearly enough,” ferid hoists his leg on guren’s waist, welcomes him closer, “more, guren, more -”
more is entirely too much for the portable restroom to sustain and the facility trembles, shakes, the contents of the toilet sloshing and spilling onto the floor
ferid screams, “oh, oh my god, guren, stop this instant -”
“what - shit, ferid, wait -”
ferid scrambles and clambers onto guren’s back, “spare me the drivel, and help me, you idiot -”
“stop, you’re too fucking heavy - shit, shit”
the restroom heaves and topples to the ground “fuck - it’s in my eyes”
“my hair, my gorgeous hair, what are these lumps in my hair, oh, god, it mOVED”
“fuckin’, it’s in my fuckin’ pants, i think it got into my -”
“what did i just touch, ew, ew, guren, why the fuck did you knock into the wall??”
“wHO THE FUCK chose this spot in the first place, i didn’t want to do this here”
“YOU could have deterred me, you ingrate”
“you brought me here, fuck you -”
“you tactless, asinine piece of -o-oh, i think i got some in my mouth, god, that’s foul”
“i, i think i’m gonna throw up”
“guren, no, wait, nO - ”
crowley pinches his nose, squints, marvels as his best friend emerges from the portable restroom, his figure stained and drenched in an array of excrements
“don’t”
frid holds his head high until he slides on the residue on his shoes and stumbles, trips, his face a sickly, green, murky splatter on the pavement
A/N: poo wrestling
anyways
happy birthday, lois!! i luv u, homeslice, i’m so happy to know you!
here’s to another year! i hope u have a lovely day;u;