Golden Sun kink meme, round 2.
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purplepimphatsWell, the old one has served us well, but it's two years old there's a new game out and hopefully this will bring in a whole bunch more activity.
the usual rules apply.
-The only wank with want is the sexy kind. Leave pairing wars, name wars, and kink wankery at the door, please.
-one request per comment.
-not everyone has played Dark Dawn yet, so make sure to label anything with spoilers in the title of the comment.
-you can use the Japanese names and pairing names when making requests, but make sure you put the English names in parentheses for those who aren't in the know about them.
-if you prefer Japanese names, you can stipulate in your request that you'd prefer them, or fill with them.
-a list of kinks to get you started.
-there's no limit on requests at the moment, but the meme will die out if no one fills too, so in general there's a big suggestion of 'if you can, fill for request you make.' However we know that not everyone is a writer or artist, so if you're just here to read, then don't think you can't make requests too.
-just because this is a kink meme doesn't mean PG-13 and under fics can't come play too.
A new posting rule applies. If you want to fill out an old request from the past meme, copy it over and fill it here, but leave a comment at the old meme, so if the op has it tracked, they can find it again.
the usual rules apply.
-The only wank with want is the sexy kind. Leave pairing wars, name wars, and kink wankery at the door, please.
-one request per comment.
-not everyone has played Dark Dawn yet, so make sure to label anything with spoilers in the title of the comment.
-you can use the Japanese names and pairing names when making requests, but make sure you put the English names in parentheses for those who aren't in the know about them.
-if you prefer Japanese names, you can stipulate in your request that you'd prefer them, or fill with them.
-a list of kinks to get you started.
-there's no limit on requests at the moment, but the meme will die out if no one fills too, so in general there's a big suggestion of 'if you can, fill for request you make.' However we know that not everyone is a writer or artist, so if you're just here to read, then don't think you can't make requests too.
-just because this is a kink meme doesn't mean PG-13 and under fics can't come play too.
A new posting rule applies. If you want to fill out an old request from the past meme, copy it over and fill it here, but leave a comment at the old meme, so if the op has it tracked, they can find it again.
A Helping Hand: Revised 1/?
Date: 2011-01-28 09:48 am (UTC)Copied and pasted from original fill:
This came out a HELL of a lot longer than I had anticipated. And I'm kind of disappointed with the way I wrote the... uh... sex. Oh, well.
For OP, fluffy smut! Or smutty fluff! Whatever. And I apologize if you're not happy with it; especially so if you don't like the humor because everything I've ever written has some form of crack in it. :(
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Garet glared at him. Papers were strewn about in a pitiful attempt to clear the table as they sat, scrutinizing each other.
It was poker night.
Isaac had come up with the idea one day, and they decided to stick with it. It was pretty much routine between them, play cards and discuss life… not that they had much to talk about since they were currently living together with their sons in the middle of nowhere. However, the games weren’t detrimental and helped provide them with some form of entertainment, so they humored themselves.
“Got any fives?” Garet purposely asked.
“We’re not playing Go Fish,” Isaac deadpanned, and then they went back to staring at each other.
It was like a routine. Garet would try to rile the other man up and have his attempts promptly put down. So he’d try something else, and then be put down again anyway. And after losing, he’d gripe over his cards and hand over a pocketful of coins to Isaac, which were immediately returned the next day.
Honestly, it was pretty damned sad, Garet mused.
Tyrell and Matthew wanted to try playing with them one day, and only that day, since they were bored out of their minds after they lost rather quickly. After that, the game went back to just the two of them as false hostilities arose. Matthew spent more time downstairs reading cheesy romance novels from Isaac’s no-longer-secret porn stash, while Tyrell went for the smut.
They didn’t mind. Garet knew that Isaac didn’t mean any his insults, and Isaac tolerated Garet’s obnoxious questions; they were a part of the game, after all. It got their minds off training.
…But…
These days, Isaac was becoming more impatient. More agitated. More… introverted.
Something was up.
At that enlightening thought, Garet had written a letter to Jenna, leaving Isaac to train the kids on using swords as he left to send it to Kalay. A few days later, a vaguely singed package arrived with an equally singed letter. Obviously, it was from Jenna, and Garet read its contents. What amounted to the letter was pretty much “Are you stupid?” and “Get him drunk.”
Needless to say, that threw him for a loop. Sure, the three of them knew each other the longest and trusted each other with their lives… and then there was that drunken threesome that they had in celebration after lighting the Mars Lighthouse. Mia had told them that Piers and Sheba had restrain Felix that night. It was just that, since they were married, Garet didn’t want to get in between them.
Apparently, Jenna didn’t mind.
Isaac coughed loudly, snapping Garet out of his thoughts. The blond pursed his lips, “Are you playing or not?”
Garet frowned.
“Well?”
“Let’s just call it a night. Whoever has the better hand wins, okay?” He put down his cards, three of a kind, and Isaac hesitated before doing the same, a pair.
He won. That wasn’t right. He never won against him in poker. Several coins were placed directly in front of him.
“Looks like I lose,” Isaac feigned a grin, smile not reaching his eyes, as he stood up and started reshuffling the cards into a pile. After finishing, he picked out several sheets of paper and went back to idly scribbling notes as he looked at Mt. Aleph from the window, wincing slightly from the soreness in his arms after practically a day’s worth of swinging a heavy broadsword.
Garet noticed the heavy bags under his eyes. “Isaac—“
“Go to sleep.”
Now he was getting angry. “And what about you?”
Isaac seemed to take the hint by the change in his tone. “Don’t worry about me. I’ll go to bed later.”
“You’d better.”
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