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islayhawkin · 3 months

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Let me take care of you

Newt x f!reader (clint x jeff mentioned- if you don't ship it just ignore it lol)

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Summery: newt accidentally overhears you talking about liking him but he thinks you were talking about minho

Request: Hello can you do a newt x fem!reader when the reader is a medjack and talk about (I forget if it’s Clint or Jeff) how she is love with him but she didn’t realize he was behind her ? Please

Misunderstandings; hurt/comfort, angst

A/N: okay this escalated pretty quick into angst whoops

Can be read as a part 2 of 'let me help you'

It was a usual morning in the glade. The runners were getting ready to start their rounds. Alby started to wake everyone up and frypan made breakfest ready.

You and jeff on the other hand were already in the med-hut to check up on a slicer who almost got his arm chopped off yesterday. Jeff held his fingers to the boys neck.

"He's still alive."

You hummed in relief.

"Lost much blood?"

You collected the things to change the bandage on the young boys arm.

"Nah seems pretty good."

You handed jeff a container of warmed up water and a cloth. "Thanks" jeff muttered as he began removing the blood soaked bandage from the arm. You sat down next to the bed and gave jeff a helping hand whenever he needed.

"How are things with clint?" You gave Jeff a teasing grin. Jeff sighed.

"There are no 'things' between me and clint." But he gave up long ago to deny it convincingly in front of you.

"You looked shucking cute cuddled up yesterday evening." You grinned as you took the dirty cloth and water bowl from him.

Jeff scoffed. "Oh yeah what about you lovebirds then? I'm pretty sure you two were the ones cuddled up. Half the glade was probably jealous." He took the new bandage from your hand. A blush coated your cheeks but you smiled softly at the memory. "Yeah we were quite close yesterday."

You realised that the boy jeff was currently treating was still fast asleep. "Nothing wakes him up does it?" You pointed to him.

Jeff chuckled. "He sleeps like a rock. But don't try to distract me. I'm telling you, you need to ask him out."

"Because you're the expert in that?" You raised your brow.

Jeff rolled his eyes and sat down too after finishing the bandage. "No. Because it is so clearly obvious to everyone. Do you know why the boys don't try anything anymore with you?"

You blinked confused. "No...?" "Newt threatens them. They're afraid they'll be banished or beaten to a pulp if they try something with you."

You were speachless for a moment. "What...? No newt doesn't do that... I know he's protective. That's why they set up the rules but he never uses violence."

"Well he does when you are involved. You remember how gally was brought in with a bashed in face? That was newt. Gally, as gally is, apperently said a lot of disrespectful stuff about you which he could not tolerate."

Your heart beat a bit faster. Newt did this for you? You knew newt avoided violence and stuck to order as much as he was capable off. And that he completely neglected these believes as soon as you were involved was weirdly...sweet.

"So I'm telling you- he cares about you very deeply. Almost concerningly so. And everyone of the boys is aware how you two look at eachother."

You couldn't contain your bright smile. "I never knew that. That is very sweet." You sighed dreamily. "He's just so adorable."

Jeff laughed quietly. "I tell you he's beaten someone up and you call him adorable?"

You glare at him with a pout. "You know that's not what I mean. He's just- so handsome. Even when his hair is touseled of sweat at the end of the day. I don't know how he does it. I could listen to his voice all day too. Every time I see him I just want to squeeze him out of excitment."

"I'm sure he is." Jeff muttered with a grin.

"He always looks out for everyone and rather neglects his own needs than others. I'd rather he wouldn't but I like that about him. He also has everything in control. I mean alby is the leader but he's the leader in the background. He always notices when something is wrong and asks about it. When he laughs he has these really cute crinkles on his nose. Sorry I'm rambling."

Jeff leaned forward. "Then do something about it. Honestly in the eyes of everyone you're already-"

Newt cleared his throat as he stood awkwardly in the doorway of the med-hut. He had walked in a minute ago and heard you talking about someone. At first he thought you might actually be talking about him but his self-consciousness told him you were probably talking about minho. You two always were so close. Minho was a phisical guy. He was muscular. Had great humor. Of course newt understood why you'd fall for minho. After all it was his best friend. But it still stung. A lot.

Newt didn't mean to eavesdrop but he couldn't really find a good moment to interrupt until he couldn't stand hearing more.

His face showed a friendly expression but his eyes wouldn't meet your face.

You on the other hand were turning around to look at newt with wide eyes. You didn't know how long he stood there. How much he heard. If he even heard anything so you tried to slow your heartbeat and act normally.

Jeff glanced between you two as if he was watching a very interesting story unfold before his eyes.

"I uh. I need to get some supplies for the runners. They're about to start. But maybe you'd like to bring it yourself to minho?"His eyes were lowered to the ground.

"Yes of course. No problem." You hastily stood up and collected the small supplies for the runners. As soon as you finished speaking newt was already gone again.

You stilled as you realised this and turned to jeff with wide eyes. "Do you think he heard?"

"He heard something."

"Why did he storm off then?"

Jeff raised his shoulders. "You should probably go talk to him."

***

You did try and talk to him but after the encounter Newts behavior changed. He clearly tried to avoid you. He was a lot more in his room. Even locked up so alby couldn't get in to sleep. He almost worked aggressively hard as a track-hoe. Not stopping to work at dinner time and starting to work before the others were even up.

The others noticed too of course. Newt was the glue after all. Without Newts full help the glade got into a more chaotic state. Alby needed to scream around a lot more. He even seemed to be angry at newt for acting this way.

He didn't come to the med-hut anymore. Neither for his limp nor to pick you up for sleep.

For you and frankly everybody else it was a unreasonable change of behavior. You knew the things he overheard in the med-hut were the trigger for this but you could not fathom why he'd be so distraught because of it.

But to Newt it was perfectly reasonable. You were in love with minho and the latter obviously in love with you. The whole glade seemed to be. You were the only girl. What chance did he have.Newt saw it clearly. You always were with minho. Sometimes even disapearing with him into the woods. He didn't even want to think about what you did. You always kissed minhos cheek. Hugged him a lot. Minho always flirted with you.

And it was even worse that minho was his best friend. He loved minho dearly. They've been through everything together. And he couldn't bare the thought of losing you both when you two were so close.

This reaction to the pain he felt in his chest may have seemed overdramatic to a outsider but to newt it wasn't only about 'not getting a chance with you'. It made him realise that the love he felt for you, the hope you gave him, was all in his head. He needed your love. Desperately. And he didn't know how to cope without it again.

This worried you. A lot.The behavior reminded you of the time after his incident. How you first got to know him after waking up in the glade. He seemed broken then and he did now.It made you realise that nothing really changed about newt. He was still that small kid that you first met.

What worried you even more was his self-harming behavior. Not taking any consideration about the state of his body.

He didn't stop working even when alby told him to. Sometimes he didn't show up for dinner because of it. You always took a extra ration from frypan and brought it up to his room.

You knocked softly on the locked wooden door. "Newt?" There was no answer. "Newt I brought you dinner. You need to eat something."

Silence.

You almost layed the plate down in front of the door again when the door opened a bit.

Newt couldn't help but take that glimpse of your care.

You gave him a smile. "Hey." You held the plate out in front of you. "Here. You missed dinner."

Newt took the plate from your hands hesitantely and scratched the back of his head awkwardly. "Thanks."

Before he could close the door again you held the door open with your foot. "Newt what's wrong? I know I've been asking this constantly the last few days but I worry about you. The whole glade does. You're not acting like yourself." Your voice was soft.

He shrugged carelessly. "Maybe I just have my period." He tried to joke. You were glad he attempted a joke again. But you also knew it was his way of distracting of the matter at hand.

You gave him a look. "We both know that is not the reason."

Newt sighed. "There is nothing wrong. I'd like to sleep."

You scanned his face desperate for a answer. "Is all this about what you heard me talking about?"

Newt froze up. "I never heard anythin'. Good night." He closed the door and locked it. He leaned his back against the door and took deep breaths. Blinking away tears.The situation didn't stop him from defending you though. On the contrary. He got more angry. More irretable. The usual calm and collected newt was overcome with a more emotional one.

Minho and alby gave you a explicit instruction to get throught to him at breakfast table that morning.

And you were determined to do so today. This has been going on for a few days too long for your liking. When you made your way over to the gardens in search of him the sign you were met with made a stabbing pain in your heart. Newt was working in the garden as usual. Pulling vegatables out, getting new fertilizer, sowing new ones. You normally loved watching him work. But today the pain was evident on his face. His limp finally catching up with the pressure he was constantly putting on it. You saw him stumble a few times but he pushed through obviously.

Until he just...collapsed. His leg gave out under him. You could see him staying layed on the ground. His face on the earth. Exhausted. Suddenly his lanky frame you oh so loved looked a bit too skinny for your liking.

You hurriedly made your way over to him. When he noticed you he tried to scramble up fastly which only made his limp buckle under his weight again. He cursed under his breath.You kneeled down beside him and gripped his arm and a hand around his waist. "Shuck newt. What are you doing..."

"I'm fine. I'm fi-" he struggled to get up again with the few strength he had left.

You pulled him down against you by the waist again. "Stop it." There was a plea in your voice. "Stop it newt. You're hurting yourself."

He still struggled against your hold. "Let go. There is nothing...wrong" his voice cracked.

You didn't let him go. He turned his head away from you as a tear rolled down his cheek and he started to shake slightly.

Everything hurt him. His body. His mind. Only your soft touch gave him comfort.

"Shh." You turned his head to you gently. He didn't meet your eye but you could see in them the pain he was in. You wiped the tear away with your thumb.

"Come on. I'll take care of you." You stroked a dirty strand of hair out of his face and helped him stand up. A lot of his weight leaned on you as you led him into the med-hut. Clint looked up startled when he saw you carry a half limp newt in.

"Out." You ordered him but added a thankful smile.

Clint nodded with a glance at newt and scrambled out of the hut. Newt let himself fall down onto a bed. You took a blanket and tucked him into it, started to boil water on the fire and pushed another pillow under his head.

"I will be right back. Don't go anywhere." Newt watched how you gave him a sweet smile and made your way outside again.You came back with a bowl of food and a bottle of water, shut the door to the med-hut to build as much privacy as possible.

You sat yourself down on the side of his bed and showed him your loot. "What do you want?" A loving smile thrown his way.

"Carrot" he cracked out.

You put the rest of the food aside and handed him the carrot. He moved up to rest his back against the wall and hesitantely began to eat the carrot under your careful watch. The silence engulfed the room for a while only the cracks of the carrot being heard.

You made a heating pad with the boiling water meanwhile and pulled the leg of newts trousers up to gently lay the warm pad onto his throbbing knee.

You did what you always did. Care for him. Take care of him. He had missed this terribly. But he hadn't forgotten what had happened.

He looked at you a long moment. Watched your every move. He felt like he hadn't been able to look at you proberly for way too long. "Do you-" he swallowed. "Do you like my voice too?" His voice was timid. He wasn't sure why he chose that detail to ask.

"What?" You ask perplexed and looked up at his face.

"Nevermind" his voice was still raw.

"Of course I like your voice. How do you come to that question?"

Newt didn't know how to answer that question so he stayed silent.

You sighed and slid nearer to him on the bed. "Newt what's wrong? Please tell me. You are in a horrible condition. I'm worried. Everyone is worried."

"I- heard you. The other day. Talking about minho. You should give him a go if you feel that way about him."

You blinked. To you his talk was making none sense at all.

"but uh-" he swallowed. "Can I still come to you if you...?"

You frowned. "I'm not sure what you're talking about newt. Of course you can come to me. Always. You know that. But what has this to do with minho-?" The words now registered completely in your brain. "You think I was talking about Minho?"

Newt looked away painfully. "Yes I suppose it was obvious for a while..."

You shook your head in realisation. "Newt."

His eyes snapped up to yours. "I wasn't talking about minho. I was talking about you."

Newt thought he hadn't heard right. "W-what?"

"Yes. I mean minho is great. I love him too. But he's not you."

"You like all that about...me ?"

"Of course. You are...amazing." You laughed quietly.

Newt was speechless.

Your heart was beating a lot more faster than normally but you tried to ignore it. Taking a deep breath. "May I...lay with you?" You whispered.

He never wanted- needed anything more. But his brain was in freeze and he could only nod his head.

You cautiously layed down next to him and crawled your body under the blanket too. You were very clode to eachother. You could feel the presence of his body next to you. He felt himself relax in the presense of your body next to him. Your small breath tickling his cheek.

You decided to let your instincts take over and slid your hand around his waist gingerly. Newts body tensed up and he sucked in a small breath at the sudden contact.

"Thank you." He breathed out. His body relaxing again.

"For what?" You whispered.

"Loving me. Pulling me out. Caring for me. Without you I'd probably would have taken another go at that jump long ago." His self humor shone through.

You smiled but lightly squeezed him. "Don't joke about that. I'm glad you feel that way. Thank you too."

"For what?" He retorted my own question back.

"Being you. Looking out for me. I heard the boys were threatened by you?"

A blush formed on his cheeks. "Yeah they were saying disrespectful stuff and I can't let them wander around thinking they can try whatever they want with you."

You smiled. "Always holding the order up."

"It's my job." You looked at his big brown eyes.

"Please don't punish yourself like this again. Don't shut yourself off like this. I'm not sure why you're punishing yourself. You don't have to tell me. But I don't want you to do it. Please? At least talk to me."

"I'll try."

#newt x reader #newt tmr #newt maze runner #hurt/comfort #newt imagine #the maze runner #tmr #Clint x jeff

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paprikko-lol · 1 year

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children of the storm

I have many thoughts. look under the cut to read them >:D (click for quality tumblr fucked it up bad)

my hands slipped and made a new au for wojira duo. whoops.

so the au starts around the time that seabound ends, with nya as this big-ass water dragon thing and kinda just wandering around the ocean saving random sailors out of habit. within her first week or so she starts hearing a soft hum in her head, and eventually, the voice starts to speak a bit. in this form, she is the most connected to her element than she ever has been or ever will be, so she’s finally able to connect to the other half of her element, wind, aka morro. she's hearing his thoughts, basically.

but morro’s dead, right? kinda. a little. let me explain.

for some reason, the writers never bothered to establish the existence of a new master of wind after morro died (which totally shoulda happened btw), so that implies that morro never died to begin with. I decided to make the explanation as vague and random as possible because that's what I’m best at!! yeah.

in this au, it's revealed that morro never actually got sent to the departed realm in the s5 finale, and instead was manifested as a huge purple dragon similar to nya’s current form. this only happened because he never had anyone to pass his element to, so he was instead sent to guard the skies by the first master himself until morro could find someone who he deemed fit enough to wield the wind after him.

of course, morro being the stubborn asshole he is (affectionate), chose that brooding in the mountains is a better fate than giving up his wind. he lives on the highest of all peaks in ninjago, where no one will try to find him. he decides that he may as well stay true to the task the first master put on him; he’s not sure he can handle the guilt of going against him after what he did to wu.

ok enough about the emo bitch. back to the cool one. nya has developed a mental link with morro now that they’ve both reached the highest point of connection with their elements. she eventually works up the courage to talk to him, and he reluctantly responds. in canon, nyad is the one to help nya remember her life, but in this version it's morro. she freaks out when she realizes who she's talking to, but morro isn't acting like a vengeful psychopath, so over a few months nya and morro begin to talk to each other more and more. eventually, they become friends :D

I have more planned, but this is all I'll put for now because it's already getting way too long lmao. send me an ask if you wanna hear more tho, I'll gladly share!

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malleux · 7 months

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performance anxiety.

-> lyney x fem!famous singer!reader

-> warnings: mentions of past bad relationship, anxiety, no use of y/n

-> words: 3.4k

[a/n]: this was not supposed to be this long but. not proofread, idk what universe this is in where all of these characters are friends but shut up. i just started writing, gun to my head i could not tell you what happens in this story

Applause. Roses. Adoration. Entertainment.

You craved the effervescence of the spotlight. The thrill of being on stage. Millions of eyes are on you and you alone– coming together for the sole purpose of viewing you.

It seemed a bit voyeuristic, but you couldn’t care less as the final notes of your song rang out across stages all over the country and applause replaced the roaring in your ears. People stood as they clapped, whooping and hollering. All for you.

You stood before them night after night, baring the roughest edges of yourself on the stage for them all to judge. You were vulnerable to every attack possible– verbal, physical, emotional. Yet none occurred, save for the dozens of flowers that showered you every night as you completed a performance flawlessly once again.

It was only after you made it backstage to your dressing room that you finally took a breath. A very shaky, very exhausted breath. Stagehands ran back and forth, putting up props and fixing light fixtures for someone else’s performance the next night, but they reassured you that nobody could possibly outshine you after you had christened the Opera Epiclese.

Your first performance in Fontaine. In your hometown.

“That was amazing!” Your manager burst through the door, a cup of water in her hands. She passes it to you. “One of your best performances yet– not that the others were bad! Quite the opposite, actually–”

“I get it. Thank you.” You chewed on your lip, gazing at yourself in the mirror. You looked frazzled up close with the stage makeup slightly smeared across your face. Not enough for the audience to notice, though. No, to them, you were perfection. “I hope they thought the same.”

“Are you kidding? You were amazing. I bet you made at least ten men think about leaving their wives for you tonight.” You cut your eyes at her, and she backtracked immediately. “I-I mean! Oh, that was such a bad analogy, wasn’t it? I’m sorry.”

“It’s fine.”

It really wasn’t fine, but you weren’t going to make your friend-turned-manager feel any worse than she already does for bringing up the past. You weren’t married– Archons, no– but you lived a fast life that not many were equipped to handle, especially if they were staying home while you traveled Teyvat on a tour.

Your ex couldn’t handle you and your lifestyle, so he handled others in bed instead.

It didn’t sting as bad as you would have expected it to. You couldn’t take the time to grieve, not when there was a performance in Natlan the night you found out. Other performers and those who lived a more nomadic lifestyle had warned you about failed relationships and friendships with those who did not stay close or did not understand the busyness of traveling. You truly believed you were the exception, and now you realize that such relationships are impossible. You chose this life, thus giving up the idea of a simple love. Your friends were your manager and the crew that traveled with you, and that was that. You didn’t stay anywhere long enough to culminate true, meaningful connections with anyone.

“Are you ready for the encore?”

You swiped another layer of lipstick on and fluffed your hair in the mirror before turning back to your manager.

“Born ready.”

—---

Lyney sat on the edge of his seat for the past hour and a half and continues to do so, staring at the dark stage.

His sister keeps a hand near his chair, just in case he somehow leans too far forward and falls out of it completely. She’ll never understand his infatuation with such a famous singer– it’s not like he had a shot with you anyway. Nevertheless, she made sure to surprise him with front-row tickets the minute she learned of your performance at Fontaine’s beloved Opera Epiclese.

Lyney nearly cried in happiness and he’s nearly crying now, praying to every Archon above that you’re going to come out for an encore and that this isn’t the end of your show. The tears almost fall as the spotlight graces the stage once more and music fills the room.

Everyone in Fontaine tried to get tickets for your performance and the most influential of citizens were sure to attend. Furina sat in the VIP box, leaning on her hand as she watched you step back onstage. She was quiet for once, enraptured by your voice. Clorinde was at her side. Neuvillette sat near the twins, seated but smiling. Charlotte and Navia were a bit further back, Charlotte furiously scribbling on her notepad to review the performance. She stopped writing halfway through, though, unable to stop herself from just enjoying the performance. Wriothesley and Sigewinne showed their faces from outside of the Fortress, the former succumbing to the latter’s pleas for tickets. Even Freminet was there, on the other side of Lyney, just happy to see his brother so happy.

And yet there he was, sitting in the middle of the row, front and center. A perfect view. And there you were, in that jaw-dropping dress that sparkled perfectly in the lights, reflecting the same way the stars in the sky shined. Lyney was positive there were also stars in his eyes, but he couldn’t help it.

And when the performance was over, Lyney finally sat back in his seat and exhaled a deep breath– one he had been holding since the minute you appeared onstage.

Lynette looked him over as if to make sure he was okay and happy. She didn’t need any words to tell that he was over the moon. “Are you ready to go?”

“Just– just give me one minute.”

—---

“How long will you be in Fontaine?”

“Probably a week or two, at most.” You hummed, finally eating a snack left for you by the Hydro Archon herself. “It’s been a long time since I’ve been home. I’d like to stay a bit longer.”

“Hmm,” Furina’s finger tapped her chin– a clear sign that she was thinking. About what, nobody could tell. “How about another performance before you leave? Many people didn’t get tickets to this first show. You’ve had so many supporters from here since you started. Why not give them a special thanks? Especially me, since I’ve supported you and been your friend for all these years?”

You squinted at her for a moment, trying to decipher what she could be devising in her head. You weren’t a mind reader, and Furina didn’t necessarily all have it going on in her head, so you opted to just ask her outright. “What could you possibly gain from that?”

She reeled back, feigning offense. “Nothing! It’s-it’s just that it’s great for business. And we’re having special visitors soon who may want to see. Totally not because I want to watch it again– heh.”

“What special visitors?”

“Why, the Traveler and Paimon, of course!” Furina clapped, “Yes, yes. They’d love to see your performance.”

“Hm.” You continued staring at her, unconvinced that the legendary Traveler wanted to see your performance. But, you did get to perform again and get a part of the profits. You didn’t see why not. “Fine.”

The squeal that came out of Furina’s mouth was enough to almost break your glass of water– a feat many singers trained to do for years and could not accomplish. Yet, your friend was close to doing it without even trying out of sheer excitement.

She grabbed your hand once you were done changing clothes and dragged you out of the dressing room. You had no choice but to follow as she led you into the main room, where the audience sat. It looked much different from before with the lights on and the chairs empty.

Except for two chairs, three people still present in the opera house.

At the sound of her voice, the three turned around. There was a pair of twins and a younger blonde boy. The twin boy made eye contact with you and seemed to shoot straight up, becoming entranced as he saw you. This was typically a normal reaction for fans, but there was one difference this time.

You were entranced too.

Furina looked at the three and huffed. “Isn’t it time for you to go home?”

“Sorry, Lady Furina,” The youngest boy spoke and motioned to the other boy, whose face was bright red. “Lyney just needed to sit for a minute.”

“Is he okay?” You tilted your head, gently shaking free of Furina and walking to them. Furina gasped and crossed her arms, almost angry that she didn’t have your attention anymore as your self-titled “best friend”. “Your face is hot.”

The twin girl hid her mouth with her hand. “He’ll be okay eventually. I think he got overheated or something. Got all nauseous and dizzy.”

“Oh my Gods, I’m so sorry!” You felt awful– you had told someone that you felt the air was a bit too hot in the audience, but you were brushed off. This just proved that you were right. “You all come with me, there’s fresh water and everything in the guest house I’m staying in tonight.”

You ushered everyone out of Opera Epiclese and into the small building next to it. It was the guesthouse, built solely for performers without a place to stay as they traveled. You were given it for your time in Fontaine and couldn’t be more grateful, especially at a time like this when someone is in need.

Lyney, Lynette, and Freminet– as you learned their names were– followed you and a pouting Furina into the house. You offered them all a seat on the couches and chairs before running to the kitchen and grabbing a bowl of cool water and a rag. You sat next to Lyney, who was silent the entire time, and neared his face as you put the rag on his forehead. You were a bit confused at Lynette and Furina’s snickering behind you, but you could only worry about the boy in front of you whose face turned even redder at your closeness.

“Say,” Furina spoke up, “Lyney and Lynette here are performing at the Opera Epiclese tomorrow. Fancy a show?”

“Really?” You looked into Lyney’s eyes, “What do you do?”

He swallowed, and you wondered if he needed a glass of water. “Magic.”

“You’re magicians? No way!” You grinned, “I’ve always wanted to see a magic show live! Furina, I think we should go. I’d love to see more of these two.”

“I do too.” Lynette joined, “We can get you on the reservation list for front and center… unless you’d like to sit VIP with Furina?”

“We’ll both sit front row. Neuvillette can have front row if he wishes to attend.” Furina grinned at Lynette, and you couldn’t help but feel like you were missing out of something as you cared for Lyney.

“Wonderful.” Lynette stands up, followed by Freminet. “I think Lyney just needs rest now, but we don’t live far in the Court of Fontaine. We probably need to head out before it gets too late.”

You nod and hold your hand out to Lyney, who takes a second of staring before taking your hand and hoisting himself up. You both definitely hold on a bit too long to be typical for someone you just met, but exceptions could always be made.

“I’ll see you tomorrow then, Lynette.” You glance back at the boy at your side. “Lyney.”

“Y-yes.” He speaks. You like his voice. “Tomorrow evening. I’d love to see you there.”

After the three left, Furina stayed on your couch and stared.

You sat across from her, staring back with a puzzled expression.

This was the longest you’d ever heard her be quiet and it was incredibly unnerving. You couldn’t take much more of this.

“What?”

Another beat of silence. “What do you mean ‘what’?”

“What do you mean ‘what do you mean’? What did I do?”

“You’ve never done that before.”

“Done what, Furina? I don’t have time for this–”

“Gotten all flustered like that. You don’t even dote on me like that and I’m your best friend.”

“Lynette said that he got overheated during the performance.” You defended, “I had to help him, I felt bad. I told the crew that it was too hot in there but they didn’t listen–”

“You’re stupid.” Before you could retort in offense, Furina leaned forward. “You haven’t been that open and nice since…”

You’re glad she doesn’t finish that sentence– doesn’t let his name leave her mouth. Furina is right and you know it, but you definitely don’t want to admit that. Especially not to her.

“I just felt bad.” She doesn’t believe you and you know it. “Fur, you know I can’t. People can’t keep up with my life. He’s cute, but I’m better off alone.”

Furina looks away for a moment as if to think about what she’s going to say next for the first time ever. “He’s different.”

“You don’t know that.”

“First, I know him better than you do. I’ve had my fair share of run-ins with that crew, and I’m the Hydro Archon. I know everyone in Fontaine.” She twirls a finger around her hair– a telltale sign that she’s desperate for someone to listen to her. You want to oblige, but your mind won’t let you. “Lyney understands the life of a performer. Has he traveled? No. But I bet he’d be more than willing to travel with you as like– an opening act or something!” She snaps her fingers as if this is some sort of life-changing revelation.

Your anxiety says otherwise.

“What about Lynette and Freminet?”

“They can go with you!” She says as if it’s the easiest thing in the world. “Lynette is Lyney’s assistant, so she has to go. Freminet would be good with helping with finances or something. Or if you happen to drop your wedding ring in the ocean, he can get it.”

“Wedding ring?”

“Yeah, for when you marry–”

A knock on the door interrupts her and you’ve never been happier. You give each other confused looks before you get up and open the door a crack. Behind it is a face all-too-familiar, and you open it wider.

“I-uh, forgot my hat here.” Lyney, cheeks still rosy, rubs the back of his neck in embarrassment.

“O-oh, of course!” You stammer out, leaving him at the door and finding his hat in one of the other chairs. Furina stares him down in a way that makes him feel like he’s intruding on a very important conversation, but he tries to brush it off as one of her theatrics.

Lyney’s smile returns when you appear again, his hat in your hands, and tries to ignore the jump of his heart as his fingers accidentally brush yours when he takes it. “Thank you so much.” You watch as his figure begins to retreat from the guesthouse, but he quickly turns around and waves. “And I do hope to see you tomorrow.”

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Lyney does, in fact, get to see you tomorrow.

Peeking through the curtain, he sees you front and center, sitting in the same exact seat that he was in the night before. Furina is at your side, chatting with you happily and ignoring the questioning whispers of her citizens as they question why she’s on the floor instead of in her box. Their questions cease when they see you.

A bit of jealousy hits him as he sees some citizens ask for your autograph or come up to talk to you, but he can’t dwell on it long before Lynette is behind him.

“Is she here?”

“Yes.” He lets out a nervous breath. “Everything has to be perfect tonight.”

“It will be.” She reassures, “And don’t worry about anything else. I have it all covered. She’s come to see you and you alone, so you just focus on being the best you can be.”

Lyney has never been more grateful for his sister than he is at that moment. Sure, it was one thing when she accepted his schoolgirl crush on a famous singer, but when she was actually here, at their show, watching him, she was the best wingman in Teyvat.

He peeked out of the curtain once more, his breath catching in his throat when he sees you looking directly at him. You wave and send him a soft smile and Lyney can feel his entire body heat up. He’s determined and ready for this show to start.

And with a short countdown, it does.

In most performances, Lyney keeps his eyes above the crowd. It’s an illusion many performers learn– don’t look directly at anyone specifically, it’s easier to quell the anxiety of thousands of eyes being on you, judging your every move. He knows you do this tactic as well, getting to witness it firsthand last night as you wowed the crowd from the very stage he was on tonight. He wondered how he could possibly be equal to such a wonderful performance and his mind gets a bit louder as doubts start plaguing him. As quickly as they come, however, they disappear.

Lyney looks at you.

You’re dressed beautifully, hair and makeup done simply as if to bare the real you. Oh, how Lyney longs to know the real you.

You think it’s a funny coincidence when the first rose comes to you. Just a chance that a draft happened to send it directly into your lap after Lyney throws it into the crowd. Same with the second rose, that he passed off to you personally as he walked by after doing his switch trick with the box. You realize it’s not just some happenstance when the performance ends and you are left with a bouquet of roses in your hands, your face hot as Furina teases you.

“Rainbow roses have special meaning in Fontaine, you know.” She grinned. You swatted her away.

“I know.” You huff, “He probably uses those in every show to make the little lucky audience girl feel special.”

Furina opens her mouth to speak, but a voice from behind speaks up before she can. “I normally use Romaritime Flowers, and only pull one out of my hat, but I thought tonight I could do something a little different.”

Lyney prays you aren’t uncomfortable when you turn around– the adrenaline of the show is the only thing driving him to speak to you steadily right now, and he didn’t know what he’d do if he got rejected. He’s pleasantly surprised when you do turn around and your mouth is slightly agape, your cheeks darker than usual. He did his job.

“They’re beautiful. Thank you.”

“Keep them, they’re yours.” Lyney places his hands on yours to push them back when you go to give him back the bouquet, but he doesn’t remove them when you clutch the flowers to your chest. “This is my official offer– let me treat you to dinner.”

You turn your head to give Furina a look, but she’s long gone. You make a note to curse her out later.

“Lyney, I want to accept your offer. So badly. But I just know it won’t work.”

Seeing Lyney’s face fall almost makes you want to take it back, but you can’t. You can’t get hurt again.

“Please,” His voice has gone soft, “How do you know that?”

“It’s happened before. I’m just protecting you. I’m going to be gone soon and you can forget about this little infatuation–”

“No!” Lyney blurts out but quickly composes himself. “You’re not protecting me, you’re protecting yourself. I’m not whatever man hurt you in the past. I’m a performer too, I can handle all the things that entails.”

“Lyn… This is only my third country on my tour. I have so many more left, I’ll be gone for a very long time. It’s not fair to ask you to wait for me.”

“I think I get to decide what’s fair for me.” You don’t respond, looking away. Lyney takes your chin between his fingers to make you look at him. “And I think that me waiting for you is a fair trade if it means you come back to me in the end. Please, ma chérie. Consider it.”

You took a breath, weighing the options as seriously as the Oratrice. You think back to your conversations– the ones with your manager, the ones with Furina. Finally, you meet his eyes fully. Lyney hasn’t looked away, a softness in his eyes that you were not expecting.

“Let’s go to dinner. I’ve been thinking of hiring an opening act for the rest of the tour anyways. How do you feel about that?”

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captaincapsicle83 · 2 months

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At First Sight ○○ Bucky Barnes x reader

Pairings: Natasha x reader (platonic), Wanda x reader (platonic), Clinton x reader (platonic), Bucky x reader

Plot: Your roommates set you up on a date with their coworker, and you two hit it off right away. (Most of this story is silly little platonic fun, but I like it anyway).

(The little gif of him drinking water is funnier after you read the story)

“He has a cat.”

“Well, whoop-di-do,” You huff monotonously. Wanda scrunches up her nose at you, before sighing and shaking her head.

“I think you should go,” She says. You risk rolling your eyes, even though she could very well kill you, then and there.

“‘I think you should go’” You say, making your voice go higher, in a mocking tone. “If he’s so great, you go. I have a ton of work to do.”

Just last year, you landed a teaching position. It had been in May, and you were given hardly any time at all to prep. School started again in a week, and even though you’d been preparing loosely all summer, this week you were locked in.

So why the hell did Wanda need you to go on a stupid date?

“If you don’t go, there’s a good chance you’ll die alone,” She crosses her arms, eyebrows raised.

“You’re here, and so is Natasha,” You point out, finally putting your laptop to the side, and uncrossing your legs, stretching them out.

“What about when we go get married and have lives, and have jobs, and you just…die of boredom,” What was this a Sims game? Was she gonna lock you in a room with a radio next? Put the walls up around a pool?

“Clint’ll be here. Poor little shit’s never getting married. No one wants the little scrapper,” You pull your coffee mug to your lips. You must’ve left it idle longer than intended, because instead of warm, silky, and smooth, it was starkly cold, and felt thin beyond your lips.

“You want him?” Her eyes were annoyed, but her face was bemused.

“He’s low maintenance,” You shrug.

“Who?” Someone says, coming through the front door with an armload of groceries, and a red-haired friend behind them. While Clint had about ten plastic bags of things, Natasha sipped an iced coffee from a straw, looking awfully unbothered.

“Why does she still look homeless Wanda?” Nat questioned. “You said you were gonna drag her kicking and screaming.”

“We were getting there.”

Four people in one New York apartment, in upper Manhatten. It was expensive as high hell, but you all made it work.

So why am I gonna put my job on hold for something stupid as this-

You’re sitting on Wanda’s bed, Natasha’s fingers in your hair, Wanda in her closet, and Clint tasked with the job of “make-up artist”.

“I have my hobbies.”

You’re just about at the end of your rope with them, Wanda picking something out and Clint huffing and puffing that it doesn’t go with the look he’s going for, Natasha yelling at both of them like children. Finally, the timer that means, “We better be ready now or we’re gonna be late” sounds off. Wanda’s best idea today, the worst being, obviously…

Natasha and Wanda have tickets for an art gallery opening, so they’re both driving you, Clint tagging along for “moral support.” Groans were elicited.

Natasha was giving you a run down the whole way there.

“He’s a little quiet at first,” She says.

“Good thing you’re not,” Clint whispers to you.

“I don’t know if he’ll get there first, or not, but he’s got dark hair and will probably be wearing dark clothes, he does around the office all the time.”

“Emo bo-” Clint cuts himself off from his whisper, snapping to Natasha. “He works with us.”

“Yes.”

Silence…

“Well, who is it?” Clint asks, rather boisterously.

“…No.”

“No?” Clint, clearly offended, turns to you. “What’s his name?”

Your mouth opens, before shutting again, realizing no one had told you. You lean forward in the backseat.

“Who is it, Nat?”

“You’ll see.”

“No-” “Nuh-uh!” You and Clint both protest.

“I’ve been to your guys’ office I wanna know,” you say.

“Better pray it’s Steve,” Clint says.

“Oh, Natasha it better be Steve.”

Natasha turns around in the passenger seat, to face you and Clint in the back.

“Steve is engaged,” She starts.

“Yeah, so?” Clint says, and the car is quiet for a moment. When you make eye contact with Clint’s green eyes, the silence is cut by both of your laughter.

Unfortunately, this put a dent in the interrogation, and now you were outside of the diner. Your friends had told you good luck and left you here. You did notice Natasha whisper something to Clint as you got out, and his eyes nearly popped out of his head. She covered his mouth and basically strangled him down when he tried to tell you.

Since they were gone…no one could force you to go in…

You couldn’t do that. Morally, you would feel horrible to just leave whoever this is sitting alone, waiting for you.

And the girls might evict you.

You walked through the doors of the diner. The diner was a cute little place, albeit a strange theme. It was based on Norse Mythology, called “Odin’s Sons.”

You were greeted by a blonde man, who was the hostess. You told him you were here to meet a date and he broke out into a smile. He said a man had arrived just a little while ago, here to wait for a date.

He led you to a table, where you were greeted by-

before

“I think you’ll like it,” Sam was saying. He was helping his friend, coworker, and roommate, get ready for a date Sam had set up for him.

“Who is she again?” Bucky asked, his voice strained.

“You don’t know her, but she’s Nat and Clint’s friend. She’s in some of the pictures on Clint’s stupid little desk of picture frames,” Bucky rolled his eyes at the mention of the pictures. Clint took many unauthorized pictures of Bucky himself (among others) and they ended up in frames. Clint claimed that, being an art major, and having taken many photography classes, he had the ultimate right.

As Sam described what you looked like, Bucky felt like he did sorta know who he was talking about. You came into the office sometimes, to bring whiny Clint and grateful Natasha food and coffee.

And you were probably the same girl Clint tortured and made fun of him for having a “crush” on.

Bucky arrived at the restaurant about half an hour before he was due. He wanted to be early and to have time to shake away all the nerves.

Well, maybe all was a bit much to ask. There were definitely a lot of nerves to cover.

He was greeted by Thor, the host who gave him a seat. A teenage boy with light brown hair and a bubbly personality brought him a glass of water and some bread. And another glass of water. And another. And a refill of bread.

“Thanks, Peter,” Bucky said again. No matter how many times the boy had to come back, he didn’t seem to stop smiling or being glad to get Bucky yet another glass of water.

As Thor came around the corner again, just as Peter was leaving, he was accompanied by the very girl Bucky had guessed it would be.

You were laughing, he could see, something Thor had said. Time felt like it was slowed as you met his eyes with yours. They seemed to sparkle with your joy, and his heart fluttered at the sight.

He hadn’t seen you so elegant before, but to him, you looked just as beautiful with or without. The makeup that defined your features seemed to have been applied with a steady hand. The dress you wore seemed to almost go with the makeup, and he wondered if it was planned or if you were just…perfect.

He had barely any time at all to gather his thoughts and put his ducks in a row before you sat across from him, smiling warmly. He smiled back, unable to say or do anything but sip his water.

“Hi,” You said. Your heart was pounding, and your heads were sweaty with nervousness. He set down his water glass that he had been holding since you came around the corner with Thor. He was barely finished saying hi back when the young waiter came to take your order.

He ordered first, and you quickly scanned the menu and picked something. The boy smiled warmly as he collected the menus from you, with the promise your food would be out soon.

“So,” The dark-haired man cleared his throat. You were entranced by the blue of his eyes as he said, “You…your name’s Y/n, right?”

“Hmm? Oh!” You realized you were basically questioning your own name, only a second too late. “Yeah, yeah, uh…Nat…asha, didn’t really tell me…your name.”

You decided on the long version of Nat’s name, taking a pause beforehand. You were grateful when the waiter, Peter, popped up out of nowhere with a drink you ordered, and more water for your date.

“It’s Bucky…Well, I mean, it’s James, but everyone calls me Bucky,” “Bucky” gave you a lopsided smile, which you returned.

Peter wasn’t lying when he said your food would be out right away. It seemed like you had barely taken the time to talk before your plates were in front of you.

“So you have…?”

“Three roommates,” you said, laughing a little.

“Oh god, and one of them’s Clint?” His face was twisted in genuine concern, which made you laugh a little harder. Bucky was hot and Bucky was funny and you could hardly take it.

“What about you?”

“It’s just me and Sam right now…and we have a cat,” He adds the last part after taking a sip of his drink.

“You don’t look like a cat person,” You shake your head, taking a bite of your food.

“If I wear clothes that haven’t immediately come out of the dryer, I look like a cat,” He says, and then seems to pull a white cat hair off of his black shirt.

“You need lighter clothes.”

“Not really my style.”

“You’re eternally a goth kid?”

He lets out a loud laugh at that, making you smile even harder.

~~~

“She was hot, and she was funny,” Bucky was saying to Sam. Sam was lying stretched out on the couch, Alpine laying pristinely on his chest, all her legs tucked under her fluffy body.

“That’s nice Bucky,” Sam says, only half paying attention. He coos at the cat, scratching her chin, “Isn’t that nice baby?”

“Okay, you’re not listening.”

“What makes you think that?”

~~~

You were laying on your couch, your feet in Clint’s lap as he prodded you with questions. Natasha shushed him, smacking him upside the head, as she handed you a drink. And by drink, that refers to an entire bottle of wine.

You were fiddling with the cork as you droned on about the date. About what Bucky looked like, and about what you talked about. More about what he looked like…

You let yourself trail off as Natasha and Clint shared a knowing look, and Wanda was smiling to herself as she played on her phone.

“What?” you ask, eyes full of innocence.

“Noth-” Wanda starts, but Clint cuts her off.

“You’re whipped,” he laughs.

You smile to yourself, shaking your head.

Maybe you were.

#bucky barnes #marvel #bucky barnes x reader #sam wilson #avengers x reader #bucky barnes x female reader #clint barton #marvel mcu #natasha romanoff #wanda maximoff

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privitivium · 3 months

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yan, jealous prosciutto x m reader

ive never hyperfixated over prosciutto before. this is new! might be a little unintelligble, wrote in one sitting - apologies!

no nsfw besides very end - kissing, he pushes ice into your mouth.

Out and about, as a sort of celebration.. of sorts. After successfully carrying out a mission, banding together as per usual - the rowdier men of the group had whooped and pleaded.. leaving you, your partner, and his brother held up at the bar..

"Mhmm.." You hum, suspiciously, eyeing the crowds with your hand placed on Prosciutto's hip without concern of anyone seeing. You were a little ditzy, you can admit that.. but you still get the job done - no matter if it's showing someone a good time or assassinating someone with the help of your companions.. you pull away from holding Prosciutto - scooting down the bar and glancing at Pesci before flagging down one of the two bartenders and kindly ordering a drink. A sort of lemonade, you ordered..

"Here, try this." You slide the glass toward the confused green-haired man, grinning cheekily. "Y'look all sad without a drink!" You pat him on the back, chuckling under your breath when you hear him yelp over the speakers. "Drinking water is perfectly fine, but having a little tasty thing is pretty good too.." you nod. Pesci warily eyes the drink - "Don't let anyone bully you about your tastes.." You tell him, hand on his shoulder as if a father lecturing - glazing over his expression. "Especially your brother.." You glance at the aforementioned warily - jokingly, for good measure, who merely scoffs, looking away and taking a sip from his short glass.

"It is just toughening him up.." Prosciutto remarked lowly, a dangerous edge to his voice as he glances at you at the corner of his eye. "In this world.. I thought you of all people would understand that."

"A-Ahaha.. it's all in good fun, you know? My big bro knows best, i take his advice to heart.." Pesci cracked a grin, at ease - you were the one that didn't make fun of him really.. it was hard not to feel so comfortable - especially, knowing his brothers' feelings about you after they accidentally slipped from the blond.. knowing, that he could be your in-law.. made him a little giddy..

"You here by yourself?" She questions, pulling her hair out of her face and tucking it neatly behind her ear. Cut to an hour later - the gang spread out and the trio of the brothers and yourself splitting with a promise of you going back to them after just one little dance.. when you came back, they were no where to be seen - and now, sitting at the bar like a ruffed up outlaw starring in a hit midwest 80s movie, drinking your Shirley Temple when a young woman saunters up to your side and strikes up conversation..

"No, on official business." You wave off, chuckling. cracking a grin and immediately giving away your serious facade. "I'm here with my friends.. they're all here somewhere." You swivel around, swirling your drink lazily as you gesture out into the crowds. "Oh, yeah? No.. girlfriend? What's your type, hm?" Her voice slurs, and you realize how incredibly bad she was at trying to be subtle. Was she even trying??

"Pretty people." You tell her, lifting your glass and bowing your head. The face of a brooding blond coming to mind..

"Am.. I pretty?" She tilts her head, and you narrow your eyes at her.. she was.. you suppose. Pleasing to look at.. her makeup not smudged, done up cleanly in some sort of style you couldn't recognize with her hair straightened and pulled back..

"You.. you're pretty alright.." You reach over, patting her on the shoulder briefly followed by a lame shrug - before immediately slipping off your chair and trying to locate the bathroom - emptying out your drink faster than you had anticipated.. a glimpse of bright blond that turned green in the blue flashing lights catches your eye - Prosciutto! You wave out to him wildly before hastily retreating into the facilities in the dark corner..

Another what, thirty minutes? Spending that in the bathroom, cleaning yourself up and merely admiring the graffiti on the walls.. you came back to the bar where you last saw a glimpse of your partner..

Hrm.. where did Prosciutto go? They were always sticking together, him and Pesci.. and you find the aforementioned man, hanging out with Risotto. Whining, as you question your leader on Prosciutto's whereabouts.. him, barely responding, but otherwise telling you to stay with them for a little bit.. with no Prosciutto? Augh.. no way, man.. questioning the rest, and getting no luck. It was especially surprising with Pesci, not knowing.. hrmm..

Then, moving onto strangers.. you ask several strangers if they had seen a blond man in a suit leave, repeatedly, before a kind, boisterous person steps up with the truth and points you to the door, hollering over the speakers blasting music that'd make you wanna raveㅡ"Went that way! With some chick!"

... uh huh... a little suspicious, but not too suspicious. After checking thoroughly in the crowds and your spread out companions, nothing.. as the crowds were mainly full of people with dark colored hair.. you decide to try your luck and follow the stranger's directions - wanting your partner, and only him in that moment.. you were rather an emotional person, when it comes to drinking.. wanting to be by your partner and all.. his presence soothes you, in a way. You'd think that's normal.. walking.. and walking down the winding alleyways, you would say you're a few blocks away now.. where could he be? You shake your plastic cup of iced soda, taking a sip.. You.. probably got lost.. turned around, like an idiot you berate yourself for being. And-oh. Not to worry. That familiar silhouette.. and the smoke lingering in the air as you grew near. It was so quiet.. soft whimpers could be heard.

"Prosciutto?" You hear your voice - and it sounds weirdly small, as if you couldn't control your tone.. were you scared? No. Couldn't be. You were certain that it was him in the shadows, no reason to be hesitant.. as you slowly sip on your cold drink, shuffling forward in mere curosity and the sight of Grateful Dead hovering over a body on the pavement - holding onto one of their limbs before they began crumbling. Their voice was.. almost nonexistent if not for the gentle gasps of air filling the silence..

"Still pretty?" He murmurs bitterly, glancing up at you from his cool leaning against the dampened brick wall.. inhaling briefly from his cigarette; the burning tobacco illuminating his face, apathetic, before crumbling away. He appears to be waiting for a reaction.. his jaw clenches, and he pinches the cigarette in his fingers, flicking it away - the old woman's still crumbling body a reminder of who she was and what she was doingㅡ

".. still pretty." You clarify, stepping over the body of the young women who was chatting you up just a few moments ago.. lifting your hand and gently placing your palm along his jaw.. slowly guiding his face to yours - ".. very pretty." You smiled cheekily - sly, and in an attempt to flirt with your partner, you wink and end up accidentally blinking in your attempt to be suave. Ahem. Prosciutto reaches out, no warning - and you realize what was in his other hand. A glass cup he had taken from the bar, luring the woman away.. ice.

His freezing cold hand wraps around the back of your neck - roughly bringing you inward to himㅡand he desperately presses his lips against yours, his lips are so cold.. was that an ice cube?? Being pressed into your mouth.. His tongue is cold! The taste of tobacco hitting your lips distracts you, and you eagerly press forward - lips parting completely and practically giving each other mouth to mouth while a body withers away - messily slurping on ice and sharing a few cubes with one another... you couldn't find it in you to feel remorseful as you were liplocking with a rather serious and intimidating man; you would be distracted to if under the influence and then pulled into a heated kiss.. right?.. Hmm.. yes, this is very much a pleasant surprise, however. Trying to find the person you often bugged around the base and was partly infatuated with, just to see him torturing the woman you had made pleasant conversation with.. argh.. are your pants getting tigher?

#jojo =͟͟͞͞★#prosciutto x male reader #prosciutto jojo #dom male reader #top male reader #x dom male reader #x top male reader

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ghuleh-recs · 7 months

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any Ifrit fics??

ask and ye shall RECEIVE, anon!! thank you for giving me the perfect opening for an Ifrit-themed fic rec friday. i looove the buff fire himbo.

fics under the cut.

Aurum Infernum - @belle--ofthebrawl - Dewdrop x Ifrit

"Lemme pierce you." Ifrit says. "Pierce me." Dew says a little hazily. "Yeah, ok." He already has his ears done a few times. What's one more? "Here," Ifrit clarifies, moving his hand so he's got his index and middle finger splayed in a vee over Dew's right nipple.

Angel of Small Death - @fourleggedocto - Dewdrop x Ifrit

“Dewdrop, give it up. Staring at it isn’t going to make it grow back,” Ifrit groans, walking into the little water ghoul’s room to find him exactly where he left him 2 hours: in front of the mirror, completely naked, shaking fingers hovering over his little dick. It's the only part of this new, weird meat vessel he hasn’t gotten used to, and he's adamant he never will. Ifrit thinks it’s amazing, the best looking dick he’s ever seen, and he needs him to know it. “Can I show you?”

untitled ficlet - @littlemoon-beam - Dewdrop x Ifrit

Prompt: Ok, so. I have a favourite rare pair. Top Dewdrop x Bottom Iftit. Idk, there is just something about the big guy offering himself up to his smaller counterpart is just sooooo… You know? I doubt a big brash guy Ifrit takes a knot very often either so maybe Dew might need to coach him through it a little 🥺

Into the Eyes of Fire - @forlorn-crows - Dewdrop x Ifrit

The look in question happened only a few hours ago: the pair of them galivanting around the stage, charging at each other like wild bulls during the bridge of Year Zero. Until Ifrit rose up on his toes, hovering only a few inches above Dew as he leaned in for a mock kiss. He may as well have been two feet taller with the way his rich brown eyes bore straight into Dew's, getting closer and closer until the water ghoul was forced to pull away. It was no more than a few seconds. But the shared look between the two of them was more than enough to convey Dew's desperate thoughts. Ifrit had regarded him with a calculating stare as keycards were handed out for the evening, grasping Dew by the arm and pulling him flush to his side as they made the short trek up to the room—separating from him only long enough to shove their bags in the bathroom and hook the latch over the door. Now Dew whimpers, barely loud enough to be considered a sound. His head thumps against the wall, hips canting into Ifrit’s. The fire ghoul chuffs, nails tracing patterns into the exposed skin around the hemline of Dew’s shirt, goosebumps rising in their wake. “Gonna make you cry; that’s what you want, isn’t it, baby?”

(*sweating nervously* okay i didn't realize until now that maybe i have a thing for dew x ifrit. time to switch it up whoops.)

Competition/Jealousy - @st-danger - Dewdrop x Ifrit x Swiss

“At least get his legs over your shoulders,” Ifrit drawls. Swiss is going to lose his mind, he really is. The irritation the ghoul lounging beside them is throwing off is absurd. He has Dew underneath him, one of his hands under a slim thigh, holding it to his side. His other, elbow locked straight as he rocks into the little body below, long, luxurious rolls of his hips while Dew’s eyes roll back and he paws at Swiss’s chest.

give in again - @gayrickgrimes - Dewdrop x Ifrit x Swiss

swissdewfrit fluffy nonsense

(okay. okay! i know dew is still there. i'm trying. hold on.)

Needy - @iamthecomet - Aether x Ifrit

Ifrit leans his head into Aether's warm thigh as Aether slips his fingers into his hair, and scratches his claws along his scalp lightly. He sinks into the feeling. He wants it to be enough. Of course, it isn't. He bites back a whine and presses even closer to Aether's leg. He hates that Aether's wearing pants. That he can't have the satisfaction of skin on skin. He wants--needs--more. And Aether’s intent dragging it out, like always.

layman's terms - @ghoulifrit (lmk if they have a tumblr) - Alpha x Ifrit

It’s shameful, really, how bad he wants it to happen and how scared he is to do anything to make it so. And for what? What’s the worst Alpha could do? Reject him? Except yes, that’s it, that’s exactly it—Ifrit is completely certain, that that’s not the kind of rejection he’d be able to handle. The embarrassment would eat him alive and he’d never look at Alpha ever again. It’s safer to just forget about this and move on, but fuck, he wants it still, though.

𖤐 you know the drill--bookmark, read, and leave kudos/comments!

#the ifritties should come with a warning #ifriddies?#shrug #fic rec friday #my fic recs #the band ghost fic rec #ifrit ghoul #the band ghost #the band ghost fanfiction #dewdrop ghoul #aether ghoul #swiss ghoul #alpha ghoul #nameless ghouls #nameless ghouls fic #the band ghost fanfic #ghost band fanfic #fic rec!!

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non-bionical-mecha-dude · 2 years

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Headcannons I have for the 2012 TMNT brothers

Warnings: none

Some of these things might contradict some small things in the plot, I've been rewatching as much as I can of this show and some of my knowledge of the show also comes from when I was younger and watched the show

Tags: Tiny bits of Angst, Fluff, Brotherly Bonding, No Beta-we die like Master Splinter,

Leonardo

He only drinks water and tea, man's never had any soda or anything in his life, claims it's "unhealthy" and "would ruin his physice"

He doesn't take many breaks, so his brothers have to either convince him or force him to rest or relax, he always protests but he's grateful for his brothers

He only listens to traditional Japanese music or Rock music, no in-between

Can't get through the day without making atleast one Space Hero's reference (can't remember the name of the show)

Feels guilty about every unsuccessful mission, even if it's not his fault

He has a tendency of waking up in the middle of the night to check on his brothers, with all the nightmares and guys they have to fight, he gets concerned about what may happen, so he checks on them alot

Dude feels like absolute SHIT when he gets yelled at by shredder, wether it be his own fault or the team's fault, he just feels like he should have been better and he sulks in his room everytime

Sometimes he likes to listen to Donnie, sometimes he understands what he's talking about (if Donnie dumbs it down a bit), he does like to hear about what new things he's made to benefit the team

Every so often, he likes to help Mikey plan a prank on Ralph just for the hell of it, and it's even funnier because Mikey always gets the blame

Sometimes when he sleeps, he likes to be in his shell, there isn't any reason, he just feels safe in there

Most of his brothers are pretty good at speaking Japanese, he is pretty much fluent in it

He knows sign language, he got bored one day and decided to learn it, he tells himself that if there is anyone with a hearing or speaking disability or anything like that, that he'll be ready and prepared to help them

He always thinks of others before himself, even if it costs him

He has a bunch of quotes taped up on his walls, some are kinda cringe, but some are actually pretty dang good quotes

One song he related to alot is "No Pressure" from Encanto, you'll never guess why

Raphael

He gets nightmares alot more than his brothers, only Leo and Master Splinter know about it

He tried to get into Leo's Space Hero's show, but he got to annoyed at the nervous side character and gave up trying

He made Spike a little skull helmet out of cardboard once to "protect him" (even tho he has a shell) but once Mikey discovered it, he accidentally broke it, Raph has never let him live it down

He's got undiagnosed Bipolar disorder, this often makes him feel so confused about his emotions and he often hates how he's feeling because he doesn't understand why he's feeling that way

As much as he didn't trust Leatheface, he related to him alot, having an anger you can't control

Raph has had many nightmares of his anger getting in the way of him protecting his brothers and it scares him all the time, Master Splinter often has to comfort him and remind him that if he was fully in control of himself, he wouldn't hurt his brothers, angry or not

He wishes he could get a tattoo, but he knows that it would get him an ass whooping, still, if he were allowed to, he would have gotten one of him and Spike on a motorcycle on fire with sunglasses or something

Raph has shitty eyesight, it's one of the reasons he's always squinting (plus the fact he's mostly angry) but he can never find actual glasses with the right prescription in any sewer, or any glasses for that matter, Splinter knows all about this and has trained him extra to help him with this disadvantage

Sometimes he feels bad for hitting Mikey, but only when he realizes that he's hurt him more then he thought, this often leads him to making it up to him in small ways, like, watching him do something dumb, or trying some of his horrible food, he rarely apologizes, so this is his way of apologizing without saying it aloud

Has a problem with misplacing his sais (his weapons) and this often leads him to basically tearing the house apart to look for them...only for Master Splinter to show him where there are (and they were right Infront of him the whole time)

He's super insecure about the fact he's the second shortest turtle, but he won't tell his brothers or else he knows they will make fun of him, but his brothers already know he's insecure about that, they just don't want to get their ass whooped by Ralph

His brothers like to joke that he never had a rebellious phase, but that he was born a rebellious phase

His favorite color isn't actually red, it's actually silver, but his second favorite color is red, he knew he wouldn't be able to get a silver bandana, so he just went with red

Donatello

He hates the nickname "Don" it kinda sounds weird to him and when his brothers call him that, he cringes on the inside

He's got Undiagnosed OCD, he constantly does little things (like flickering the lights up and down, or tapping on things a certain amount of time, washing his hands a bunch, ect ect) because it makes his mind feel at ease

Because of his OCD, he has alot of intrusive thoughts about dangers that might come to him and his family, which also brings him many nightmares, which is another reason he does alot of the little "rituals" as his brothers like to call them

Dude is VERY superstitious, tends to avoid going under ladders, using an umbrella indoors, and other things, he knows it's silly, but his mind feels alot better when he avoids these things

He likes to read human biology books because he's so fascinated by the human body and how it works

He got his tooth gap when he was first practicing the bo staff, he was trying to make it spin really fast, and it hit him straight in the face, right where he got his first grown up tooth, poor guy

He's the most flexible of the turtles, the others don't know this cause he doesn't like to show off

He strangely enjoys yoga, when he doesn't have any ideas of what to make, he'll do a couple poses with some calm music before he comes up with an idea

This man felt like he went to HEAVEN when he figured out about caffeine, it's really hard to get your hands on coffee when you live in the sewers, but he tries to find ways of getting some, or some kind of energy drink

He needs the caffeine, especially with how late he stays up, Master Splinter has said it's bad for him before, but he doesn't listen

He's terrified of being picked up by his face again, so he made a helmet specifically for his face....it broke within the first seconds of having it and his face got picked up and shaken like a rag doll again...

Michaelangelo

Undiagnosed ADHD

Due to his undiagnosed ADHD, people think he's dumb, but he can be pretty clever when he wants to

He has little freckles every where, and sometimes he likes to play connect the dots with them

He may seem dumb, but he's actually amazing at math, he doesn't see it as a problem and solution, he sees math as a pattern or a puzzle

He likes to put stickers on his shells sometimes when he finds stickers

When he tried some of Donnie's coffee, everyone thought he was gonna explode or be over hyper (even tho he's already over hyper), and they all tried to quarantine him away from them so he wouldn't break anything, but they were all super shocked to see that he mellowed out due to his Undiagnosed ADHD

Some of his stims include: swinging his nun-chucks in circles, rocking back and forth on the balls of his feet, tapping in rhythms, making strange sounds or repeating small phrases, bouncing up and down, waving his arms all around, ect ect

He feels like he's the black sheep of the family since they all think differently than him, but alot of times, he tells himself it's cause he's so superior that they all can't catch up with him

Very confident and enthusiastic

He doesn't like tea, and calls it "dirty leaf water"

He uses his bandana like a napkin sometimes, so it has random stains in it that he can't get out

He's got dimples

He's very touch starved, he's so used to people bonking him on the head, that when he receives positive affection, he gets really happy

Whenever he gets overstimulated, he hides in his shell, his brothers think he's being lazy and sleeping, but sometimes Donnie or Master Splinter will bring him water or food, they don't understand why Mikey does this, but they do care for him and want to help

He absolutely hates the winter, it's to icy for skateboarding and he slips all the time

One of his dreams is to finally surf, but since he's a turtle, he can't, but he can have dreams

He's an amazing dancer and can dance to anything, he could even bust a move to Beethoven or the Nutcracker if he wanted to

He loves graffiti, sometimes when he finds old spray paint cans with some paint in them, he makes the most of them and uses it to make some of the coolest art you've ever seen

He unironically calls everyone 'bro' or 'dude' regardless of gender or species

He could talk all day about the ideas he has, they aren't very good ideas, but they're ideas

He doesn't know his lefts from his rights and often has to do the holding up the fingers thing, worst part of it is, sometimes he forgets which way an L is

He has terrible short term memory, but absolutely amazing long term memory, he can't tell you what he ate 2 seconds ago, but he can dang well tell you one of the storys Master Splinter read to him when he was super young

King of memes, constantly has a 'Boufa', 'updog', 'deez', or 'sugontheez' joke ready

He mumbles in his sleep and it's the funniest thing ever, he says just random shit, sometimes he doesn't even say coherent sentences

Once made a "that's what she said" joke, but he doesn't understand what it means and he said it at a time when it didn't make any sense

All of Them

They all have little tails

They are all box turtles without the markings

They all need therapy

They all need a hug

They all can and do go into their shells

They have all broken atleast 2 bones or more in their body

They all were homeschooled by Master Splinter

I hope you enjoyed this! 👾💜

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heavyhitterheaux · 2 years

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Don't Hurt Yourself Part 3

AN: Andddd we're back! Whew, somebody deserves to get their ass whooped.

Synopsis: After realizing what a big mistake he made, Jack tries to do everything in his power to keep his sanity, save his family, and be the husband you deserve. Only problem is will you actually forgive him?

Pairing: Husband!Jack Harlow x Wife!Reader

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Read Part 1 and Part 2 first so you know why we want to kill Jackman!

The next few weeks had been a blur for you.

You were still trying to come to terms with what Jack did along with your ex-best friend and as much as you tried to wrack your brain on how things could have gone so wrong so quickly, you just hadn’t be able to come up with the answer as to why that was.

Jack was trying his best.

You can admit that.

He never missed a doctor’s appointment.

He checked in on you daily to make sure that everything was okay with you and the baby.

However, he didn’t know that you had been contemplating actually moving forward with a divorce.

You had been through enough stress during the first half of your pregnancy and now you had been diagnosed with pre-eclampsia so you had to take it easy for the sake of you and the baby.

However, you didn’t know if it was your instincts or what, but you felt as if Jack was hiding something else from you. You just couldn’t quite put your finger on to what it was, but you damn sure were going to find out.

That’s where Bianca came in.

“How you feeling today, mamas?”

You had now been put on strict bedrest so Bianca and your sister Vanessa would have to carry out any plans that you had,

“I’m okay. Tired of being in the bed though.”

“And, we don’t want you to go into labor prematurely and right now this is the safest option.” You simply rolled your eyes.

“Well, if it wasn’t for my stupid husband and ex-best friend I wouldn’t have high blood pressure.”

“Um, babe. Those cheese fries you ordered yesterday definitely didn’t help either.”

“Not my fault. That’s what the baby wanted.”

“Totally your fault for giving them to her. She’s going to be addicted. I don’t think I’ve seen you eat anything with nutritional value for your entire pregnancy.”

“Yes I have! Besides, the cheese has calcium in it.”

“Babe, I wouldn’t even call that real cheese. Stop trying to convince yourself.”

“Fine, can you bring me some cherries if we have any?”

“Sure, now that I can do. And no more ordering food and sneaking downstairs to answer the door. Your footsteps aren’t as soft as they used to be.”

“Are you calling me fat, Bianca?”

“No, I’m calling you pregnant now I’ll be back with some HEALTHY snacks for you along with some water.”

“Yeah, yeah, yeah.”

When Bianca walked out the room, your phone went off indicating a text from Jack.

Hubby- Baby, I need to be honest with you about something

You- Jackman, please. I don’t know if I can take anymore. What did you do this time?

Hubby- I literally cannot keep this from you and I think Melanie may be pregnant. HOWEVER, it’s not mine. I know for a fact it’s not mine.

You- WHAT

All you could see was red. You knew he was hiding something else from you.

You- JACKMAN THOMAS

Hubby-Babe, I swear I used a condom every single time

You- Every single time? How many times was it?

Hubby- Uh, that’s not important right now.

You- I’m literally going to kill you. WHAT THE ACTUAL FUCK IS WRONG WITH YOU? JUST WHEN I’M ATTEMPTING TO WANT TO FORGIVE YOU AND MOVE PAST THIS SHIT, YOUR DUMBASS HAS TO GO AND GET ANOTHER BITCH PREGNANT?

Hubby- I know it’s not mine if she is but I have a feeling that she’s lying.

You- Jackman, me and your daughter are about to take a nap. And you better PRAY and pray hard that you aren’t served with divorce papers tomorrow morning. GOOD FUCKING NIGHT.

You had to get your breathing under control and think about this logically.

What motive did she have for lying and saying that she was pregnant?

Simple. She wanted Jack for herself.

At this point, if she really was, she could have him because you were 1000% done with his ass.

However, you loved him and deep down you knew he still loved you despite the current situation.

Bianca had made her way back into your bedroom and saw the look on your face and was immediately concerned.

“Oh no, what happened now?” She asked as she set the snack tray down in front of you and handed you a few bottles of water.

It took you a minute to compose yourself to answer Bianca and when you did, there was nothing but a look of disbelief on her face.

“Melanie might be pregnant and it might be Jack’s.”

“You have got to be fucking kidding me.”

“I wish I was.”

---

After Jack had seen that last message from you, he was now in a panic.

There is no way that he could see himself getting a divorce from you.

You were his soul mate.

His soul mate that he cheated on and betrayed, but still his soul mate nonetheless.

Deep down something was telling him that Melanie was lying.

If this was a ploy for him to leave you and ultimately be in a relationship with her, she definitely had another thing coming. There was no way in the world he was about to do that.

You were a 10, and Melanie was a 6 and that’s on a good day.

He then sent a text to Urban explaining the situation.

Urban- That is utter bullshit. She has to be lying. I mean she has reason to. She wants you for herself.

Jack- I told Y/N about it and of course if she wanted to fight me before, she wants to kill me now

Urban- You have dug a hole so deep for yourself. I don’t know how you’re going to get out of this one without her divorcing you.

Jack- We don’t speak the D word

Urban- Then what do you honestly plan on doing?

Jack- I don’t know, but I need to figure it out and soon.

Urban- As your best friend, I honestly cannot fucking believe you did this shit to Y/N. Like she is everything you always wanted and more.

Jack- I know I fucked up. I just pray I can fix this before it’s too late.

Urban- It might already be too late.

After you had awoken from your nap, you grabbed your phone to see that you had multiple messages from many different people.

You decided to answer Urban first.

Urban- Mamas, just checking on you. I’m not making any excuses for my best friend, he was dead wrong for what he did, but he’s trying to be better for you, but I understand if you don’t want anything to do with him anymore.

You- Thanks for checking on me. I’m alright. And as far as your best friend goes? If the bitch is pregnant I’m definitely divorcing him. Me and my daughter are going to be fine. I won’t keep them from each other, but if that is the case, what we have is officially OVER.

That hurt like hell for you to say, but it needed to be done.

You were a strong woman who does not take disrespect from anyone. Especially if those people happen to be your husband or soon to be ex-husband in this case and your best friend.

Meanwhile, Melanie was on a mission.

She was plotting to get Jack to divorce you in order to be with her.

Her plans were falling into place.

You practically hating Jack’s guts.

Threatening him with a divorce.

And oh, pretending that she was pregnant in order to get a rise out of him.

People probably thought she was batshit crazy at this point, but she didn’t care.

Jack should have married her, not you.

She admits you’re the entire package, a true catch.

But, why did everyone always look past her as if she wasn’t there.

You always got everything you wanted.

You had met Jack, dated for literally six months and was married all within that time frame.

But, she bided her time and specifically began to make her move when you would be the most vulnerable.

While you were pregnant.

Jack had came to her over concerns over you and since you were her best friend he thought that it was a good reason to come to her for advice.

Oh, how wrong he was.

That conversation ended up with them fucking in the backseat of his jeep.

That’s when she knew she got him and got him good.

She admits that she didn’t realize that you had caught on to what she was doing and definitely did not anticipate having her plan blow up in her face.

But, at this point, may the best woman win.

And that’s what Melanie had planned on doing.

---

It had been a few days since Jack had dropped that bombshell on you and you still didn’t know how to feel.

You decided that if you wanted the truth, that you had to go to the source.

Bottom line is, you were convinced that you would have to beat Melanie’s ass for thinking she could infiltrate your marriage and get away with it.

Pregnant or not, that bitch had something coming to her one way or another.

You calmly lifted the comforter off of you and slid on your shoes while grabbing your keys from the nightstand.

You were going to confront her once and for all.

You were able to calmly sneak out of the house since Bianca had fallen asleep on the couch and Vanessa was nowhere to be found so you were in the clear.

The drive to Melanie’s house was a short one and before you knew it, you were standing outside of her door knocking on it.

She opened it and was startled to see you staring back at her.

“Oh, um hi Y/N.”

“Let me in so we can talk.”

She simply stepped to the side to let you in.

“Did you want to sit down?”

“Nope, this isn’t going to take long.”

“Um, okay.”

“Just wanted to see if it was true.”

“If what was true?”

“Don’t play stupid with me. Are you pregnant or not?”

“Oh, so he told you?”

“Melanie, you have five seconds to tell me the truth.”

“Or, what? What are you going to do, huh?”

“That’s for me to know and for you to find out. And let me reassure you that you definitely do NOT want to find out.”

Just then there was a knock on the door and Melanie went to open it to reveal your husband or soon to be ex-husband, you didn’t really know at the moment.

“Y/N?”

“Well, well, well look who it is. Someone better start talking before I kill both of you.”

“It’s not what it looks like babe I swear! And aren’t you supposed to be on bedrest?”

“Hmm, I think I’ve heard that one before and stop changing the subject.”

“I’m here for one reason and one reason only.”

“And what would that be Jackman?”

“We’re about to find out if she’s really telling the truth. I bought three pregnancy tests for her to take in front of me.”

“Hmm, that actually isn’t a bad idea. That has to be the most intelligent thought that you’ve come up with since I’ve been pregnant, Jack. Go on Melanie. I mean you have no reason to be nervous. I mean if you aren’t lying that is.”

“I don’t have to prove anything to either of you.”

“And that’s where you’re wrong baby. You have been nothing but a thorn in my side since we were 21. I tried to look past it, I truly did but I’m not doing this shit anymore. Take the test. If it’s negative, it’ll show me you are just the lying ass bitch that I knew you were from the beginning and I don’t care if I’m pregnant. I’m kicking your ass for trying to break up my marriage.”

Just then your phone went off indicating that you had a text from Bianca.

Bianca- Y/N!!!! Where are you?!

You- Had to take care of something. Be back soon.

Bianca- You are supposed to be on bedrest! Get back home, NOW.

You- Won’t be too much longer.

Bianca- Where are you?

You- Melanie’s.

Bianca- Y/N!

You calmly put your phone back in your pocket and Melanie was starting to look nervous.

“Take the test, and stop stalling.”

Melanie was looking everywhere to try and avoid your glare.

“I don’t have to. I’m not.” She quietly said and you rolled your eyes.

“You’re not what? You want to run that one by me again? Speak up. You didn’t have a problem speaking on how you had my husband’s dick in your mouth so say it with your chest.”

“Was that last part really necessary?”

“Not now, Jackman and you have some nerve for even saying anything. Now, Melanie, I’m waiting.”

“I’m not pregnant. So there is no need for me to take it.”

“So, you basically did all this shit for no reason?” Jack asked with a look of disbelief on his face.

You and Jack exchanged a look not really buying it for one second.

That’s what Melanie was now known for.

Being a liar and being a manipulator.

“Take the test.” Jack calmly said as he passed her the bag.

“I.. I don’t have to. I can’t have kids. I’m infertile. Look I was jealous, okay? You always got everything you ever wanted and it wasn’t fair for me to just sit on the sidelines. Look, I... I’m sorry.” Melanie confessed as her eyes started to water.

All you could see was red.

“Well, I’ll be damned.”

Next thing you knew, Jack was trying to pull you off of Melanie.

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jflem-woso · 2 years

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Natasha thought she was slick having her sister take her to get her wisdom teeth removed. She trusted her to not fully embarrass her.

That was a mistake.

She woke up from her nap to her sister-in-law looking guilty as she held the phone out to her for her to look at.

It was loaded up to a video of herself from earlier today. Clicking the video she immediately paled as she heard her self speak. Words slurred and she looked as though she had just done 20 shots of vodka with no chaser in between.

“How you feeling Natasha?” She heard her sister-in-law ask from behind the camera. “I’m feelin great.” She slurred pulling her phone out from behind herself.

“Oh look it’s me and Bobby.” She said as she looked at her phones Lock Screen. It was a picture that Rooster had given her hell for.

Her and Bob smiling at the camera as they watched the sunset on the beach. It had been an innocent friends date is what she told Rooster but deep down she knew what it was.

Herself and Bob had been dancing around each other for weeks after they got permanently assigned to north island as a new squadron. Both always by each other side, flirting endlessly, Natasha getting jealous when girls flirted with Bob and he didn’t even realize because his attention was focused solely on her.

“Oh and who is Bobby.” Her sister-in-law asked. Laughter clear in her voice. That trader.

“He’s my best friend.” She said sighing dreamily as she stared at the picture of her and Bob. “He’s so sweet and he makes me laugh a lot. He’s always there when I need him. And he’s so handsome. Look.” She said shoving her phone into the cameras direction.

“I see.” Emily said trying her best to hide her laughter. “And is there anything else you want to tell me about him.”

“I don’t think so.” Natasha said looking at the Lock Screen again before she suddenly looks up like she had the best idea ever. “I’m gonna have his babies.” She stated proudly.

And the video cuts off there. This was bad. It woulda been one thing to send this to just Rooster. But Emily sent it to the squadron group chat. Natasha really couldn’t blame Emily for this though.

She had never shown her family except her grandma a picture of Bob, she had only told them story’s so how was she supposed to know that sending this would result in Bob watching it to.

Looking at the texts below she wanted to jump into shark infested waters.

Emily from Natasha’s phone: So who’s Bobby?

Halo: Natasha’s backseater…the one in the group chat under the minion emoji.

Emily: Whoops

Hangman: Run while you still can Bob

Coyote: Don’t ever look back

Rooster: If you think you’ve run far enough go farther

And a separate text from Bob

Bobby🥰: Can we talk when you feel better.

Bobby🥰: And please don’t pretend that you never made the comment because I really don’t want to pretend that you never called me handsome

“I’m sorry I really had no clue.” Emily said looking slightly scared

“It’s okay.” She said smiling softly at the text from Bob. Only Bob would be more concerned that she called him handsome than he is that she said she wants his babies. “Everything is going to be just fine.”

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norcumii · 9 months

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Sliding in juuuust a little late (again - we’re 2 for 2!), I got some Rex/Obi for y’all for @rexobiweek!

I had at least two other ideas there were absolutely not working, and of course a chat with @dogmatix this evening meant she sparked a whole NEW plunnie.

Several hours and 2k odd words later, here we are.

Whoops?

This’ll go up on AO3 tomorrow. Fic beneath the cut!

Love Like the Tide - rated PG, modern AU, mermaid shenanigans, and mention of era-appropriate homophobia (and Jango’s spectacular parenting). Non-linear story-telling

using prompts of: Summer was almost over and they hadn't yet finished what they had intended to do; Skinny dipping; Sailor Knot Bracelets; lemonade; strawberries; sunflowers; Meteor Shower; Summer Fling; Wedding Invitation; Midnight Picnic

Obi-Wan’s always had a fondness for the little cave system at the furthest edges of the shoal’s territory. It’s dark and a little creepy, but generations of his people and humans have wandered through there, finding and leaving trinkets of various sorts. There’s some kind of camp on the human side of the caves, because during the warmest months there’s intermittent swarms of children of various ages clamoring around the beach at the oddest times.

And lots of teens making out in the caves. That was less than fun to realize, aside from – well. It was annoying.

Thankfully, it’s the last week of that camping nonsense, so Obi-Wan is looking forward to the autumnal quiet. And with the tide rolling in, it’s a good excuse to take a look at the caves. The easiest entrances are all underwater, but there’s a few of the larger ones that need high-tide to get to.

He swims off for them with the resolute determination that he’s just going for curiosity's sake. Nothing more.

***

As a teenager himself – not that his kind tended to think of that as an age group, but they had enough exposure through friends and allies that they understood the concept – Obi-Wan had been far too curious for his own good. He liked swimming too close to the humans, darting up the stream to their swimming hole to watch campers in their adorably awkward best to learn to swim.

(Adorable, and a bit laughable with all those legs and the splashing and no economy of motion whatsoever.)

He stuck too close to the shores, darting under the docks as they sprawled above him, sharing the strawberries they’d picked in some group activity.

(The ones they’d dropped in the water, by accident or teasing design – of course he’d snagged and eaten a number of them, and oh, he’d never tasted the like. He wasn’t one of the adults who dared to trade with the tiny handful of humans the shoal could trust, and he had no relatives of note who could vie for exotic goods. The memory of that strange sweetness had lingered with him for weeks.)

But he’d learned the price of curiosity, thanked the tides that it hadn’t been too cruel, and then he’d worked hard to keep his head down and out of trouble.

Mostly.

***

It’s easy to find the mouth of the caves, to slip inside and up, until his head breaks the surface and his gills eject water for air. His eyes are made for the deeps, so the cave itself is plenty bright. Smooth rock in delightful shapes, the erratic air-tide breeze trying to tug at his still dripping hair – Obi-Wan can admit in the privacy of his own mind that he always loves those first moments inside the rock hollows.

He lets the sway of the water carry him further in, and distantly he can make out the scent of smoke, the sound of laughter and human music. Someone mentioned there was some kind of party forming up the beach, but that’s far enough away he easily ignores it. He focuses instead on the wide, sloped ledge that at lower tides provides slippery access to the ground outside, and is just level enough that too ridiculously many picnics are held here.

It’s empty tonight, though Obi-Wan thinks he could easily hoist himself up, look out and see stars.

***

The stars had been brilliant that night, that third year in a row. He’d been just past his gawky phase, finally growing into his tail and limbs and feeling himself, watching the stars and feeling delightfully at peace with the world. His lips had still tingled, he could still taste strawberries and lemonade as drying salt prickled along his skin. Only his fins dipped into the water, and he’d known he’d have to return soon, but not yet.

They had time, yet.

(They hadn’t. There’d been startled voices, those teenagers who’d wanted to be necking only to be disappointed that the cave had been already occupied. Obi-Wan had slipped into the water almost in time – enough that he’d been presumed to be a human running away, not a mer swimming desperately for cover.

There’d been yelling. Awful words, fighting. Then angry human adults with flashlights and his own punishments when he’d fled right into the shoal’s adults who’d wanted to know what all the odd fuss was.

The memory of the reprimands that followed, the punishment detail of all the minor, boring drudge work – those were far less sweet.)

***

Obi-Wan shoves away from the ledge and the memories, moving further inside with purpose. He doesn’t stop at the large pool, instead squaring his shoulders and not glancing up at the wide walkway to his left. It’s empty, and there’s no reason to linger.

***

They often lingered together in the pool, tangled together. Obi-Wan’s gangly tail twining with Rex’s long silly legs, both working so hard to keep upright and not laugh – even giggling echoed so much in this area. The tunnels could carry that sound up, towards the humans, or out to the sea and across the waves where the shoal might notice. Of course, all it would take was one of them whispering an incredulous ‘skinny-dipping?’ to set them both off again. Obi-Wan just thought it sounded funny, and Rex would get an adorable flush up his neck as he’d glance over at the clothes he’d left on the stone.

(There’d been something lovely about it, the intimacy of nothing between them but the matching wristbands Rex had made them. Not that Obi-Wan would dare say, or could have imagined articulating.

Some dark nights, now years later, Obi-Wan wishes he had known how to craft those words.)

***

The very end of the cave opens to the sky – it’s a small, craggy opening, partially covered by grass, but Obi-Wan can glimpse the very edge of the moon and the tiny streaks of a meteor shower. The walkway ends in a shallow bowl, and humans are often silly and leave all sorts of trinkets there.

(At the end of that first, strange summer he swam in to find a bunch of sunflowers there, huge and bright as Rex’s hair. Obi-Wan hadn’t known what to do but laugh in astonishment, delighting in the strange, ridiculous gift.)

Tonight, there’s a man sprawled out there on his stomach, face turned away so all he can see is the short, bright blond.

That’s far more silly than Obi-Wan expected.

He’s honestly not sure he isn’t hallucinating.

He swims up to the edge of the bowl, peeking in. Full adult, and fully asleep as far as he can tell. Well-muscled, but lean, with dark skin. His dark pants are that weird length that’s too long for shorts, too short for actual pants, and his shirt’s sleeves are the same silly two-thirds length, giving him a bit of a formal air.

The thing that sets Obi-Wan’s heart racing though is three old, grimy bracelets held in the man’s hand, faded blue and once-white cords braided around each other. Three summers worth of bracelets, woven by those self-same hands if somehow, impossibly, he’s not hallucinating.

He tries to say a name, but it’s been over a dozen summers since he spoke a human tongue. A squeaky whistle comes out instead, and he has to clear his throat.

But that is enough, and Obi-Wan isn’t sure if he’s thrilled or terrified about that. The man’s head turns, and it’s Rex who faces him, older and with lovely strong lines to his face; delightful cheekbones; and that tender, sweet little smile on his lips. “Hi,” Rex whispers, then awareness clears his eyes and he jerks upright. “Oh holy shit, please don’t be a dream!”

Obi-Wan clears his throat again, a confused blush starting to burn its way up his cheeks. “Ah, hello there?” he tries, too confused to figure out which of a dozen questions he wants to ask.

Rex sits back, incredulity and stunned delight washing over his face. “It is you,” he breathes, then he grins. Obi-Wan isn’t sure, but he thinks Rex might also be starting to cry. “The beard is different. It suits you.”

“Thanks.” Obi-Wan resettles against the rock, and he can’t stop from reaching out to trace some faded scars along Rex’s chin and cheek. “These – they healed well.”

(He has faint stubble now, rough little hairs along his jaw. It’s hard, to pull his hand back instead of trying to find out what else feels different.)

He can’t read the human’s expression as Rex just looks at him, then he looks away, swiping a hand across his eyes. “You saw that.” As if Obi-Wan could forget any little detail of the last time he saw Rex, saw him brawling with the larger, older boy who’d called him terrible names.

(There’d been a sharp-edged ring cutting the bloody line across Rex’s cheek; his chin had smashed into the ground after another ugly punch. The tides had washed away the blood, for all that Obi-Wan sometimes still sees it in the shadows.)

“Yes.” He doesn’t know how to articulate all that, to compress years of grief and regret down into words, especially not human words. “I understand why you didn’t come back.”

Rex shakes his head, making a huff of noise that might be a laugh, or a scoff. “Session was over, but – no. My dad was the only one who was upset about the kissing a boy thing instead of the out after curfew thing.” He glances over and quirks a grin – that sly look inviting Obi-Wan in on a joke. “Then he thought it was a smart idea to send the queer kid off to military school. Full of only boys.”

He has many questions, but that’s for later. He has enough context to figure out the important bits. “Was it bad?”

From the distant expression, it wasn’t great. Rex shrugs. “Could’ve been worse. I could’ve been stuck around Dad more.” He shakes his head, and levels an intense look at Obi-Wan. “You got away okay though, right?”

It’s his turn to glance away uncomfortably. “Some of the elders – I swam into them on the way back. They were...not impressed. As you said: it could’ve been worse. Could have been humans.”

Rex’s eyes cut sharply away. Within moments the silence is unbearable. “What are you doing here?” Obi-Wan blurts out. Rex still won’t look at him, but he grins a little.

“A friend of mine is getting married this weekend. I mean, the ceremony was earlier, but they’re partying now. Anakin knows I’m not into parties, so no one will be looking for me. Honestly, the real miracle is that his wife convinced him that a beach wedding would be a good idea. He hates sand. So much.”

Obi-Wan reaches out, placing his hands over Rex’s – over the cut bracelets still in his hands. “Why?” he asks, cutting through the nervous babel.

(He fell in love with this boy, and he was stunned each time Rex returned with the summer. From that bizarre moment in the first summer, when a human had seen him and innocuously asked if Obi-Wan could help him fasten this bracelet, and oh hey, would he like one too?

He had, and he did. They’d cut them at the summer’s end, together, and traded the worn remains with each other.

Well. Not the last one, but he’d cherished it anyways.)

Rex frees one of his hands, reaches out to cup Obi-Wan’s cheek much as he’d done earlier, though there are no scars there to trace. “I didn’t get to say goodbye,” he whispers, searching for something in Obi-Wan’s eyes. “I didn’t want...that to be the end of it.”

It takes all of his courage to ask, “What if I didn’t want it to end?”

Rex’s face blossoms into the beautiful, crooked smile. “Can I kiss you?” he asks, already leaning in close.

It’s habit as old as their friendship: “I don’t know, can you?”

Rex beams and pecks him on the lips. “Signs point to yes.”

“Then you may kiss me.”

Rex leans in and takes his time, sweet and deep and with the kind of fervor Obi-Wan thought he’d imagined. He idly wonders if Rex came supplied with cord to make new bracelets (almost certainly), and how long he’ll be able to stay (with summer almost over, who knows?). Yet he can feel the certainty growing that if neither of them wanted things to end – like that, or otherwise – then they have good odds of making whatever-this-is grow.

Obi-Wan hoists himself up onto the rock, diving back towards Rex for another long, deep kiss. Apparently they do still have time.

~end

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Shantae Headcanons - The Seven Sirens: Definitive Edition

So, you know what I realized recently? I did a headcanon post about the Seven Sirens back before the Spectacular Superstars update when we barely had anything to go off of, did a post comparing my characterization to what official characterization we DID have to go off of now that the Seven Sirens had dialogue, and quietly adjusted my headcanons and characterization to better match canon, I, uh...never made a post about what my NEW headcanons were.

Whoops.

Anyway! I've elected to just go ahead and do that now. I do recommend you read my old headcanon post here, because while I have changed a bunch of things (mainly regarding Water Lily and Octo Siren since those two were the characterizations furthest from what we actually got) a lot of what I said there still applies. Basically, if I don't explicitly retcon it here, assume that whatever headcanon I stated there is still my headcanon now. Now, onto the post!

The Seven Sirens as a Group

This is more for Sirens as a species, but it is relevant for the Seven Sirens here, so here the headcanon goes. Siren have natural longevity as a species - able to outlive humans, which isn't that unusual - but being trapped underwater for centuries while barely aging a day? That IS unusual for most species. So what do Sirens have that those species lack? Simple: they feed off magic. This isn't actually that uncommon in the wilds of Sequin Land; every living thing and even some that aren't have some kind of magic within them, no matter how small, so if you're able to feed off it, it's a plentiful resource. Sirens are simply the only sapient species that does this.

Basically, while Sirens do have their own magic resources, due to a biological quirk it isn't actually enough to sustain their body, with this problem being more pronounced the larger a Siren is. Thankfully, as long as they can feed off some magic (just eating something will give them the magic inside, though if a Siren has some method of extracting magic it's more practical to just eat the magic directly) and make up the difference, they'll be fine. And as a fun bonus, as long as they can sustain themselves, they don't age! Ever. Or at least, they don't age once they reach a certain point in a Siren's lifespan (what would be late twenties-mid thirties in human years), though aging does happen notably slower. And if they manage to get a surplus of magic, that turns into more magical power for their own internal resources! ...though it does mean they have to feed off of more magic to sustain themselves in the future, which is very relevant in regards to a certain Empress.

Anyway, onto ACTUAL headcanons regarding the Seven Sirens - approximately none of them have any sense of personal space. This is partially a species thing; with how BIG some Sirens can be personal space can be a lot less relevant, but it's also just a result of how the Seven Sirens are as a group. Thanks to some of them just being giant, some of them having a habit of getting pulled into their work, or both, usually the best way to get any of their attention is to get right up in their face. Which they won't really react badly to, since they've all grown used to it from living with each other for so long, but this also means they have a tendency to invade everyone else's personal space without really thinking about it. Lobster Siren will just grab you by the wrist or shoulders if she wants to get your attention, and she will teleport to do it, Tubeworm Siren has a tendency to unintentionally loom over whoever she's talking to just to make sure she won't accidentally squish them or that one of her pets won't bite them, Anglerfish Siren will appear directly behind people without warning, the list goes on. The only real exception is Empress Siren, who does know what personal space is from interacting with surface species more and just intentionally violates it to make a point.

I AM still saying that the various boss Sirens (apart from Empress) get redeemed, but I've changed the order around to better fit the new characterizations, which I'll get into in their individual sections.

Lobster Siren

Lobster Siren - along with Empress, naturally - comes from one of several royal lines of Sirens. Technically, there's nothing that distinctly separates them from other Sirens, just that, on account of natural selection and a few other things, their lineage has naturally high magic resources, and since Sirens respect magical power, members of that family were put in charge of several Siren colonies. Of course, that means they have to feed off more magic to sustain themselves, but since members of their line were naturally chosen to be in charge of entire Siren colonies, usually those resources weren't that far out of reach, and they were fine! Usually. Unless, you know, a colony was buried under an entire island, devastating their resources and forcing them to scavenge from the wildlife around them.

You might think that Lobster Siren was on the verge of starving like Empress was, but actually, she managed to get by fairly well! For one, she didn't have nearly the same size of Empress's magical resources, so she had notably less to worry about on the needing magic front. Even with Empress Siren forcing Lobster to hunt Empress's meals alongside her own, she still managed to get enough to sustain herself - though it did help that the other Sirens could be persuaded to share some of their meals with her.

Lobster Siren does know sign language, but as she discovered when she began living on the surface of Siren Island, it's several centuries out of date, and can't really be used as a reliable translation option. This annoys Lobster Siren to no end.

If you're familiar with the Ben 10 series - you know Ripjaws? You know how he can switch between a fish tail and two regular legs? Yeah that same logic applies to both Lobster and Empress Siren and their crustacean halves, though Lobster Siren is the only one of the two to actually make use of it. By default, she tends to have her lower half be crustacean, sort of making her a lobster-centaur of some kind (like how her in-game portraits imply she looks rather than her actual sprites), with this going double if she's feeling particularly anxious and is trying to make herself small and less noticeable. But she'll switch to her more humanoid legs if she wants to get somewhere fast or is feeling particularly excited about something, running everywhere with happy chirps.

Also, last thing - changing Lobster Siren's nickname to Bisque. I may have came up with that nickname for a Lazytown AU as an April Fool's joke, but honestly the name feels way better than the last one and also funnier so I'm going with it. The story for how she got it is basically the same as the one for her old nickname only instead of Vera objecting to Zapple's suggestion on account of it being a stupid pun she objects to it on account of "you can't name her after a lobster dish what is wrong with you." Lobster Siren, who eats lobsters rather frequently, did not see the issue.

Empress Siren

So, you know that thing about how Sirens can grow their magical resources by getting a surplus? And how if they do that they'll need to feed off of more magic to sustain themselves? That's why Empress Siren is a decrepit husk while every other Siren is completely fine by the time Seven Sirens rolls around; in the colony's heyday, Empress Siren was able to acquire QUITE the surplus of magic, along with already having notably high magical resources and thus high magic nourishment requirements to begin with since she came from a royal line. She only saw this as a boon, since she had even more power to fling around, but it became an issue once Siren Island was buried and suddenly she couldn't obtain the resources she needed to sustain herself quite so easily. As a result, she eventually began to rapidly age, as is the natural consequence of what happens when a Siren fails to properly sustain their magical resources, while every other Siren was just fine. She was able to mitigate SOME of the consequences by feeding off magic, but it only slowed it down; if not for Empress Siren actually getting some magic in Seven Sirens, she probably would have died in only a few months.

The reason Empress Siren was so hellbent on getting genie magic in particular was because she actually had a taste of it before - during the battle with Harmony's mother, she managed to land a wound on her that would eventually turn fatal centuries later, when Harmony was born. Due to how potent genie magic is, the little bit Empress managed to get from that was able to keep her going for a lot longer than she really should have. This got Empress thinking, and she had a theory - if she managed to get enough genie magic...then, perhaps, the potency of it would be enough to completely override her species biological need to consume magic and simply let her produce her own, thus allowing her to be young, immortal, and powerful forever. And, for the record - that theory would have been right if she did manage to get all the genie magic she needed.

...she did get ONE benefit from her failed plan, though. Ironically enough, despite Rottytops' involvement being the one thing that kept Empress from ultimate power, the dark magic she'd inadvertently absorbed from her (and also Risky, though she didn't quite realize that until later) was what kept her alive, because it let her learn that dark magic can be used as nourishment. Since natural dark magic didn't really become a thing until after Empress' colony was brought down, she hadn't bothered with it, thinking it a cheap shortcut that others used to try and match her natural superiority, but now that she knew that she could feed on it with no real repercussions...well. It did NOT take her long to use her species' natural talent for summoning magic and twist it into a spell that directly drained the magic out of the life around her. It's unnatural, an abomination against nature, but...it gives her far more magic than if she were to just eat the creatures and absorb their magic that way, and that practicality is far more important to her than silly morals or ethics. And it does keep her young - although she's still a bit older than she'd prefer, much to her annoyance.

Water Lily Siren

Okay, onto the supporting Sirens, starting with Water Lily!

Her backstory and role in the Siren Colony as I described in my old Sirens headcanon post is exactly the same, but her personality is notably different. She's very easygoing and carefree, a "go-with-the-flow" kind of gal - a reflection of her plant half, in a sense, given how they often have to just roll with the punches the environment gives them until they die. Granted, a good amount of that was forced under Empress' roof, burying the constant stress that one wrong word could get her head lobbed off, but as the years went by and Empress Siren became weaker and weaker, that stress gradually went away and her easygoing nature became more genuine again, up until now as she lives on Siren Island with her full self restored.

She may not have been a motherly figure to Lobster Siren, but "wine aunt" would be very accurate. She loves the little Siren, thinking of her as just the sweetest little thing, pulling her in for hugs often, letting her play with her plants back when they were in the colony, and taking steps to encourage her hidden, more mischievous side when she can. Maybe not a motherly figure, but definitely a positive authority figure in Lobster's life.

Had she been in her right mind when she fought Shantae, Water Lily Siren would have gone easy on her. Still fight her, because not doing so would definitely get her killed, but, well...to be perfectly blunt, she would not mind if Empress Siren died. At all. She has a LOT of spite towards Empress Siren deep, deep down. That applies now, and definitely applies back then, when the logical outcome of Empress Siren dying would have been Lobster Siren taking over as the best candidate. She would have loved for that to happen, and if she'd actually thought about that, she would have gone easy on Shantae, but...the key word is in her right mind.

Lobster may not have been close to magical starvation, but Water Lily Siren was, on top of some good ol' fashioned regular starvation - being big and extremely slow to move on your own do not a good combination make when you're trapped underwater with very little resources to get food remotely. She did get by, but only barely, and even though Lobster tried to help by offering her food, Water Lily would insist on Lobster keeping it for herself, a combination of spite for Empress and adoration for the little Lobster overriding her self-preservation. She doesn't actually eat sapient species; she makes a few jokes about it sometimes, because her humor is just like that, but she was DEAD serious when she said she was going to eat Shantae, she was that desperate for literally any kind of magic, even with Risky's lie about Shantae's magic being a dud. She got a lot better when the ship exploded and she was surrounded by marine wildlife to eat to her heart's content.

Remember what I said about the changed order of redemption? Water Lily's the second now instead of the first. Part of this is due to the change in personality, part of this is because Tubeworm Siren now has notably better intentions on attacking the surface, but regardless, it didn't take her long to realize Lobster Siren was genuinely happy up on the surface, and join her side.

Water Lily Siren has a bad habit of just dipping underwater and coming up hours later eating a raw fish the size of a car. All the Sirens have an issue with this, honestly (though only Tubeworm Siren will come up eating fish as big as Water Lily catches), but Water Lily Siren does it the most often

Coral Siren

I'll be honest there is nothing to retcon and I have no headcanons to add personally. Coral Siren is perfect as she is god bless

Tubeworm Siren

Tubeworm Siren, honestly, is MOSTLY the same as I characterized her before, just with one key difference that does result in a few retcons. As a Royal General, she's loyal to the CROWN...but not necessarily Empress Siren herself. And while that didn't make a difference while the colony was still running, when the Sirens became trapped, and Empress Siren started to wither away...Tubeworm Siren began to have some concerns.

She began trying to coax Empress Siren to step down and let Lobster Siren take the role of leader, as was tradition for Siren colonies when a potential heir became of age to wear the crown while the old leader was still active. She could enter hibernation and rest knowing her kingdom was in good hands rather than starving to death, wouldn't that be a satisfying end? Except Empress Siren, still having her theory and clinging to every bit of power she could, viciously rejected Tubeworm Siren's offer, time and time again. Eventually, Tubeworm stopped asking, respecting her ruler's wishes, but...well. In her mind, it was clear that the Empress' rapidly increasing age was making her go senile, and while she was content to follow the WORD of her wishes, the spirit of it? That was another matter.

Tubeworm Siren began subtly diverting resources from taking care of Empress to taking care of Lobster, making sure to never get caught. She followed the Empress' orders to the extent she deemed reasonable, but never beyond that, sometimes even outright subverting her orders if they seemed especially bad. She tried upping her training with Lobster to bond with her, quickly realized their relationship was very strained now that she was actually paying attention, talked to Water Lily Siren about how to properly interact with Lobster, and ended up scrapping the intense training in favor of a more gentle approach. Lobster was confused at first, but...she did know already that Tubeworm meant well with the training, and now seeing that she'd clearly reevaluated how she was interacting with her and was making an effort to listen to what SHE wanted? Lobster's relationship with Tubeworm Siren improved dramatically, and over the next few centuries, Tubeworm Siren unintentionally turned into a sort of mother figure for Lobster.

So, naturally, considering all of this, when she heard Empress Siren's plan, she nearly rejected it outright and committed treason right then and there. Just five drops of genie magic, enough to make her unstoppable? Absurd. Clearly the delusions of a Siren long past her prime; a less loyal Siren might even suggest she was just trying to cling to the throne as long as possible, the parasite. But, then again...if genie magic really was that potent...who was to say she couldn't give it to someone a bit more deserving of that power? Like, say, Lobster? So, she agreed to the plan, cooking up a scheme to go along with it until the last minute, then shove Empress Siren out of the way and have Lobster Siren take that power instead. Brilliant. Foolproof. Except for the part where Shantae beat her to a pulp and left her out of commission until the dust had already settled, and the fact that they never got five drops of genie magic to begin with. That, she did not account for.

So, when she rallied up the other Sirens and led an attack on the surface, technically one of the reasons was revenge for the presumed death of Empress Siren (and she did actually feel a little bit of rage at the Empress' death, despite it all), but mostly it was to get Lobster Siren, who she'd assumed had been kidnapped, make her a proper Queen, and then rebuild their colony. When Lobster Siren made her appeal, Tubeworm Siren assumed that she was either forced to say that to lead them into a trap, or that she had Stockholm Syndrome, and refused to listen to reason on the matter, no matter who it was.

Still the last to reform, but with a different reason - Tubeworm was sitting in her cage, still fuming a bit from the loss but gradually accepting her fate and the idea that maybe the surface wasn't so bad, before suddenly hearing a commotion somewhere outside it. She looked around, trying to see what it was, and then she saw- Empress Siren. Alive, maybe not in her prime, but certainly healthy, and...she was attacking both the half-genies and her former subjects indiscriminately. Viciously. Gleefully, even. And as Tubeworm Siren saw her former Empress - no, not that title, former Queen - aim a lightning bolt at her niece with a vicious grin, Tubeworm Siren realized that no, Empress Siren hadn't gone senile. She never did. She was always just like this, and it was only when she had other reasons to question her that she saw it. She was always this cruel, petty, and egomaniacal, and up until they were all forcefully sealed away she hadn't done anything about it. No wonder the Sirens so willingly chose the surface, when they remembered this as the alternative. Well, maybe she hadn't done anything about Empress in the past, but she could sure do something now.

Aaaaaaand that was when Tubeworm Siren broke out of her cage and lunged at Empress Siren herself, with the intent of ripping that parasite to shreds. She lost, but that did not stop her from trying to go after the retreating Empress Siren; only with everyone else holding her back for her own safety did she manage to calm down and apologize for her actions, properly joining the side of good.

Dialing it back to significantly lighter stuff - Tubeworm Siren has names for all the various tubeworms that act as her legs and she always has, and always will, smother them with affection like a dog lover and their dogs. At first she refused to allow anyone to nickname them, because Lobster named the heads and she refused to grant anyone else that privilege, but begrudgingly agreed to allow them to be referred to as translations of those names. Their names are Bonk, Pointy, Shiny, and Wall-Eye.

Anglerfish Siren

Anglerfish Siren is another one that's perfect as is I just need to update like two things

Anglerfish Siren is now the first Siren that properly redeemed herself, sort of - when Lobster Siren made her appeal, and Tubeworm made her stance on what she thought was happening clear, the two groups prepared for a fight, with Zapple remarking that a three on five wouldn't be easy...only for Angler to correct her that it was four on four. It was at that point that the two half-genies and Siren looked behind them to see Angler right there, and when questioned, she immediately attempted to gaslight them into thinking she was with them the whole time instead of answering the question. They had to put it off for the fight, but Lobster revealed the full story of how she and Angler were friends later

So remember how I said Anglerfish Siren and Rottytops got along very well? Slight correction: they get along like a house on fire. Angler's tendency for dramatics and her mastery of magic combined with Rotty's pranking abilities and internal philosophy of "go big or go home" make for a vicious combo. They had to be stopped from committing arson together an hour after they first met.

Octo Siren

Alright, last Siren! Woo!

Now, I haven't made any headcanons regarding the Siren's ages, because...well, they live for hundreds of years. There's not really a point, especially if I'm trying to equate it to where they would be if they were human. Anyway, all of this is to say that, BEFORE the Spectacular Superstar update, I saw Octo Siren as around the same age as Tubeworm Siren and Water Lily Siren, i.e. definitively an adult, but NOW I see her as around the same age as Coral, Angler, and Lobster Siren, i.e. young adult. If she was human she'd be around Harmony's age. Anyway

Octo Siren was the royal secretary and, much like Tubeworm Siren, got her position through nepotism, coming from a line of Sirens that served the crown for generations as secretaries. UNLIKE Tubeworm Siren, however, who was basically perfect for her job as General, Octo Siren was...not that. Prone to bouts of narcolepsy, leaving her tasks to her octopus minions more often than not (and unlike Warp Squids, Brain Octos are a lot dumber than you'd think), and generally being unmotivated to do any work at all, Octo Siren is the last person you'd want as a secretary, even if she is actually fairly good at logistics and other secretary duties when she gets around to doing it herself. However, there was one thing that kept her on the job: her crippling lack of self-esteem.

Octo Siren is well-aware of her flaws. She was well-aware of them before she got the job, and her awareness of those flaws were magnified by a hundred when she actually got it. Though she hides it pretty well, there's a LOT of self-consciousness she has to work through, and for a while Octo Siren had a desperate need of approval from just...anyone. ANYONE. Anyone at all, just to reassure her that she did deserve the job and that she worked hard...and to that purpose, she ended up clinging to Empress Siren like glue.

Ironically, Empress Siren treated Octo Siren more like a niece than her actual niece. It wasn't a good thing by any stretch of the imagination - Empress Siren only cared about Octo Siren to the extent she liked having someone around who was so eager to please - but Octo Siren did have the best relationship with Empress Siren both while the colony was active and while they were trapped below, and because of that, Empress Siren actually put her in charge the few times she had to go out on her own. It was a position Octo Siren both held in adulation and one she got vehemently defensive about.

Octo Siren is still the fourth Siren to be redeemed, but like with Tubeworm, it's for different reasons. She was the most emotionally devastated by Empress Siren's presumed death, and the one who fought most viciously for vengeance on her behalf, but WITH Empress Siren's death, she ended up latching onto Tubeworm Siren as the next best authority figure in her life, and unlike Empress, Tubeworm actually cared for Octo Siren as a person, even if she didn't quite know WHY Octo so desperately wanted to please her now. The amount of positive attention was overwhelming - and, honestly, was making her reconsider just how healthy her relationship with Empress Siren was - and also made her near impossible to budge from Tubeworm Siren's side without outside interference. So, Zapple, Coral, and Anglerfish Siren collaborated to kidnap Octo Siren so she could see reason.

Octo Siren immediately argued that kidnapping her did not make a good defense for their argument that they didn't do the same with Lobster, but they weren't releasing her anytime soon, so she just sat there fuming. But, then, the thing was, besides the kidnapping, everything else was...surprisingly nice? A lot nicer than the constant stress of the Siren colony or, to some extent, even Tubeworm Siren's little camp on the island. The turning point for her came when she got so bored she ended up deciding to file Zapple's taxes - it was Zapple's house she was trapped in, after all - only to stop short, find herself struggling to even start, and for the half-genie to come down and, rather than reprimand her, actually give Octo some advice on how to deal with her issues. It was then Octo Siren understood that, while they may have kidnapped her, they certainly didn't kidnap Lobster.

Octo Siren's magic allows her to float slightly in the air. Comes in handy when traversing on land, but mostly she just uses it to sleep in the weirdest places imaginable

Octo Siren's nickname is now Doll. Similar reason to her old nickname - she may have an understanding with Zapple, but she was NOT having her name be a fish pun, so she just chose a name that felt right.

During one of Shantae's visits to Siren Island Octo Siren just drops this conversation onto her:

Octo Siren: By the way, sorry for flirting with you the first time we met - I didn't know you and her were together. Wouldn't have said anything if I knew. Happy for you two, though! Shantae: Uh...thank you? But firstly - we weren't together then, that happened a bit after the Half-Genie Festival. Secondly, when? Octo Siren: When what? Shantae: When did you flirt with me? I do NOT remember that at all. Octo Siren: I mean, I'd think it'd be pretty obvious. Shantae: It really isn't. Octo Siren: I literally introduced myself by saying "Hey, baby!". Rottytops: Wow. Shantae: That's a completely neutral introduction though? I still don't see where the flirting is! Like, at the time, all I thought was that it sounded like something Rotty would- Shantae: Shantae: Oh my god. Octo Siren: Wow. Shantae: Ohhhhh my god... Octo Siren, turning to Rottytops: So, how did you get through her thick skull? Rottytops: Trial and error. Octo Siren, nodding: That makes sense. Shantae: WILL YOU TWO STOP-

#shantae #not a quote #headcanons #lobster siren #empress siren #water lily siren #coral siren #tubeworm siren #anglerfish siren #octo siren

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Happy Edward day! Everyone’s favorite dad is finally here! And with some more LORE for Sodor Syndrome!

-After an accident involving Thomas and Diesel, Edward had to take Thomas to the works for inspection and possible repairs. While there, Thomas told him about the set of buffers that Diesel had found when he took a wrong turn to the diesel works last week. He brought Thomas to the area, hoping that he recognized it, but he'd never seen them before.

-Suddenly, the buffers disappeared in a bright flash, and there was dust everywhere! Next thing they knew they were derailed and in a completely different area then where they were before!

-Naturally, Edward downplays the tale as shock, and encourages his son to rest so the workmen can fix him up. While Diesel was able to be sent out to work again shortly after the accident, Thomas still needed small repairs, and had to stay at the works for a little longer.

-A few weeks later and Edward himself was starting to feel ill, and eventually had to be sent to the works as well. Thomas was nowhere to be seen, however, and he started to worry. He asked the workmen and Victor where he was numerous times, to which everyone either doges the question or shifts their eyes nervously. They insist nothing horrible has happened to him, but he's...a little different now.

-Of course, the lack of a straightforward answer puts poor Eddie on edge and very irritated at the whole situation. He doesn't understand what they mean by "He's got a new shape", he didn't get sent away for another rebuild, did he? But if he did, why didn't anyone say anything about it?! What's going on here?!

-It doesn't take too long for him to figure out what happened to Thomas, as the same thing happened to him! Poor Edward nearly had a heart attack when he realized what had happened!

-Eventually, after teaching him the basics of how to walk, he was taken to a donatory where the engine crews can stay during the work hours. His driver and firemen took him to a random room, only to find Thomas and his crew were taking up residence in said room (not that they mind, of course).

-With father and son back together, the two of them began to look into that set of buffers that Diesel found, as they were now convinced that they had something to do with all of this. It was here that Edward made a mental note not to disregard any more of "Thomas' Tall Tales" so haphazardly anymore. To be fair, he should've known better then to do doubt words of his sons by now.

Headcanons (since I forgot to include them in D/10's post whoops):

- I blame @/mean-scarlet-deciver for the vampire traits lmao, it was too perfect to pass up. Here's your long-awaited vampire Eddie!

-I also blame @/ferlost for Edwards glasses. I always saw Edward with them on, and after seeing their comic, I had to give him a pair.

-He isn't much different from canon Edward, but he's a mix of the Model and Railway series Edward rather than his CGI and AEG counterparts.

-So we have a kind, humble old engine who works hard, but more than happily spreads the daily gossip next to the water towers to his fellow co-workers. Stories are always one of his favorite things to share with the others, especially is it's his annual Halloween ghost story!

-He's a pacifist, but that doesn't mean he won't pass a fist if he has to.

-If he were able to, he'd marry Boco on the spot and raise a family with him, the Bee twins, and Thomas. It took him a while to figure out his feelings, but once he did, he's been infatuated ever since. Which makes it all the more painful that the two of them can't be together. But now that he has hands, however, perhaps that could be a reality...

-Speaking of hands, he's not sure how to feel about the predicament. Sure, his entire body just changed in a blink of an eye overnight, leaving him with an unfamiliar yet familiar shape with unfamiliar feelings and needs he never had before...but on the other hand, he does look rather dapper in his vest! And he can give the people he loves a hug! How could you turn that offer down?!

-He's one of the few engines on the island who's much more open about romantic relationships, much to many people's dismay. Romance in machinery was always a controversial topic, but it's one of the only controversies that Edward will willingly defend to the grave for obvious reasons. Once in a blue moon, the sheds can be filled with loud arguments over the topic from Edward and Gordon. Edward is always the winner in these debates, but Gordon won't admit defeat so easily.

-He's mostly on a vegan diet (mainly because it burns better in his firebox) but can be seen having an occasional salmon dinner and tuna sandwich every now and then.

-He hopes that this whole "Becoming a man/machine thing" doesn't happen to anyone else...BUT IF IT WERE TO HAPPEN, he wouldn't mind the extra company around the empty Worker's Dorm. (Especially if it's a certain Metro-Vick Type 2 Co-Bo Diesel Electric). Even with his son and crew around, it gets pretty lonely for the elderly engine.

#ttte au #ttte SS au #ttte edward #ttte humanization #this is probably one of my favorite designs rn lmao #why Edward was so hard to design I'll never know

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randomwriteronline · 11 months

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@waters-turn for u

Elesa stomped her way proudly into the route, younger boys trailing after her with mesmerized curiosity.

“Now!” she announced theatrically, turning around with a mighty spin and holding her hand up in the air, one finger extended to the heavens: “You two would still be too young for this, but!”

She waited a moment, soaking in the twins’ attention.

“Since I am very smart and nice, I’ll show you how to do it.” she finished.

“Do what?” Ingo asked, captivated.

Emmet beamed at her with equal eagerness.

She smiled wide, and held out a Pokéball in her hand: “Catch a Pokémon!”

The boys gave a quiet ‘oooh’, eyeing the object with great interest ad following it with their gazes as she moved it back and forth, as though they’d never seen one before.

Elesa finally raised it high in the sky and instructed: “Watch close now!”

With a confident stride she stepped into the tall grass, wading through the small marsh for a short while, until something wriggled angrily under her foot and tried to zap her from the mud - a futile attempt thwarted by her trusty rubber boots, of course, which the Stunfisk she’d stepped on clearly had a bone to pick with.

The time had come! Excitement made her fingers tremble a bit, but she steeled herself through it and locked the wild Pokémon in battle as she threw out her sweet little Deerling to fight.

“Keep looking now!” she shouted back at the twins.

They nodded eagerly.

“You don’t want to knock it out!” she instructed as Deerling launched a few Razor Leaves at the Stunfisk, who replied with a Spark that left the poor thing shaking a little from the shock coursing through it. “Just get it a little weaker!”

The twins were locked onto her as though their eyes had been laser beams.

“That way...”

Now, for the moment of truth: would she terribly embarass herself in front of her (fairly younger and very impressionable) friends?

Or would she get her first Electric type Pokémon ever?

Her arm swung true, and the Pokéball hit the Stunfisk right on its beak: it wiggled once, twice, thrice as she crossed her fingers in secret... And blink! It settled with a small spark of light.

She grinned with a delighted squeak and rushed to pull her newest catch out of the mud, holding it up in her now muh dirtier hand triumphantly.

“... It’ll be easier to catch!” she concluded in style.

Eyes closed, Deerling nuzzling her side proud of her own contribution to the heroic deed, she soaked in the short applause that followed, reveling in her skill. Then she looked back to the boys and dropped her smile instantly as they pulled an unusually tiny Durant and Dwebble out of their pockets as if it was completely normal and not near incomprehensibly weird for a pair of kids as young as them, especially since they were very clearly outside of their Pokéballs (which they shouldn’t have had access to either way) and had very obviously battled before if the little scratches on their carapaces were of any indication.

“That was a really good catch!” Ingo complimented her, “Your throw was really precise! Thank you for showing us the right way to do it!”

“How did you get those,” Elesa asked flatly, eyes enormous as she focused completely on the two Bugs.

“Our hands,” Emmet replied.

“Your what?”

“With our hands.”

She blinked quickly once or twice: “With your bare hands?” she croaked.

“We’re from Lacunosa, you know,” the older reminded her as Dwebble wriggled in his grasp, “We don’t have many fancy things like people in bigger cities might be able to get.”

Now she turned to him, looking even more flabbergasted: “You don’t have Pokéballs in Lacunosa?!”

He must have realized that probably wasn’t true, and they had simply been too excited about the possibility of getting a Pokémon to be able to wait long enough to be allowed to use the objects in question rather than the Market straight up just not having any, because he looked down on his partner in deep thought and hummed in that very specific way that meant ‘whoops, I miscaculated’.

The younger worried not about these silly things and instead stared straight at her with a dangerous grin.

“You have two Pokémon now!” he trilled. “We can have a Double Battle!”

“What?!” she yipped. Deerling seemed of the same unvoiced opinion, because she quickly ducked behind her legs to hide.

“Oh, you’re right! Or maybe we could all have a Multi Battle, to see how good we are at them!” his brother added just as enthusiastically: “It’s a good bunch of type combinations too! We can figure out how to work with all of them!”

Oh no.

Elesa was undefeated up until now, and she wasn’t going to be done in by a pair of Bug Catchers younger than her, even if they were her friends!

“W- Wait!” she squeaked, “Let me get to the Pokémon Center first!”

Her cries fell on deaf ears, as both boys were too busy chanting ‘battle! battle! battle!’ to listen to her, and charged at her to convey their demand even more strongly than they already were.

Her dad shrieked when they all showed up to his front door covered head to toe in already solidifying mud, and scrubbed the three of them squeaky clean himself before their hair and clothes were completely unsalvageable, yakking so angrily that it was practically comical about what had he just told them about playing in the marsh.

#pokémon #pokemon black and white #pokemon elesa #submas ingo #submas emmet #deerling #stunfisk #dwebble #durant #random writing #i dont usually write em as knowin each other as kiddos but theyre sweet kiddos #so :) for u

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