#I have been waiting like a year and a half to finally get this shark

[jaynovz]

I made a Purchase today

#black sails #silverflint #shark date #personal #thoughts #blahaj #I have been waiting like a year and a half to finally get this shark #🎊🎊🎊🎊🎊

[meiieiri]

water’s edge | concept dump

₊˚.༄ pairing: crown prince!gojo satoru x f!reader | setting: modern royal au

₊˚.༄ summary: in a world where titles define their fates, gojo satoru, the crown prince of japan, and his wife-to-be, face a tempestuous court of deception and schadenfreude. as they waltz on the edge of ruin, can their love endure the treacherous waters that threaten to pull them apart, or will the whims of the enigmatic chrysanthemum throne prove strong enough to drown them both?

₊˚.༄ warnings: mean!gojo (but that’s not even the worst of it oh my god what monstrosity have i created), arranged marriage, illness, allusions to criminal activity that may include reckless homicide, physical battery and attempted murder. mentions of depression, cheating, physical and emotional abuse, trauma, adultery. fictional depiction of the japanese imperial family, etc.

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₊˚.༄ Crown Prince!Gojo who is the only son of the emperor and empress of Japan, the beloved and long-awaited child of his parents. As a child, he had been showered with endless praise and veneration as the one, true, legitimate heir to the chrysanthemum throne. The entire imperial household had expected the prince to inherit an unwavering sense of duty to the crown and to his people much like his fore-bearers, only to be severely disappointed when the prince turns out to be a pathological card shark with ambiguous morals, and a serial womanizer who has slept with countless women from aristocratic backgrounds during the height of his bachelor years.

₊˚.༄ Crown Prince!Gojo who finally incurs his father’s wrath after a nasty bar brawl that leads to him getting unceremoniously arrested and is stripped of his title and properties as crown prince, favoring his half-brother, Prince Suguru Geto, who had been born of the emperor’s affair with one of the empress’s ladies-in-waiting. This incident has prompted his mother, the empress, to help in ratifying his public image by arranging Satoru to marry a commoner with an impeccable standing in Japanese society in a bid to re-portray Satoru as a responsible, married man. The empress, in turn, offers to grant you, Satoru’s future wife-to-be, anything your heart could ever desire.

₊˚.༄ Crown Prince!Gojo who engages in a pantomime act of being a loving husband to you during a state banquet by showering you with endless praise in his speech addressed to all the world leaders in the Akasaka Palace’s reception hall. When he was asked to introduce you, his new wife, the honeyed words came so easily to him. “You see, the princess (Y/N) is no ordinary woman,” he chuckles into the microphone causing the guests to giggle at the sight of what looks to be a bashful newlywed.

“Other than being the first breath of fresh air our family has ever had the pleasure of knowing in so long, and the most active member in our family when it comes to supporting the many royal charities and foundations, she is…” he trails off. You dared to follow the wandering gaze of your husband, who seems to be searching for another pair of eyes in the room. His eyes eventually stop their search, softening at the sight of the one he loved. For a second, you think he is looking at you, and your heart naively skips a beat in your chest as if all these months of inattention and animosity were finally coming to an end.

“…My better half, the keeper of my own heart.”

Many of the ambassador’s wives who sat beside you nudged you in congratulations for being so blessed with such a devoted husband. You crane your head back to smile warmly at them for the kind words only to have ice coat your veins instantly when you see his Chief-of-Staff, Himiko Zenin, sitting about two seats behind you, staring directly at your husband with a wistful look in her eyes, exchanging words of love in a silent oath — one that is far more certain than the rising and the setting of the sun as each day passes with your husband hating you a tad bit more than yesterday, and one that is far more truthful than the wedding vows you shared.

Of course, writing this godforsaken death march-like speech was easy for Satoru, simply because these words of devotion and love were never intended for you anyway; this poetic spiel was written with another woman ensnaring his mind.

₊˚.༄ Crown Prince!Gojo who sneaks out of bed during your wedding night, sparing one last cold glance at your sleeping form before he saunters out the imperial villa to meet his girlfriend in a nearby mountain resort, about half a mile away from the villa. His personal chauffeur had been sworn to secrecy, else, he would incur the wrath of the crown prince.

“I thought you couldn’t get away,” Himiko moans wantonly into his mouth as he roughly takes her from behind, the lewd wet sounds of their lovemaking echoing through the room. He had taken the liberty of secretly bringing Himiko along to your honeymoon, by booking the most expensive suite in the resort for her under another name.

“The bitch is too fucked out to even notice I’m gone— mmph—“ he throws his head back, releasing a pleasured groan when Himiko meets his sharp thrusts, grinding teasingly on his cock as she does so. He grips her hips tightly, readjusting his hips to pound into her from another angle, the muscles on his abs tightening as he gets lost in the feeling of her tight, luscious walls. “Sh-shit, ‘m-m gonna cum—“

“—Ah! S-Satoru,” she was close too, her eyes rolling to the back of her head as the fat tip of his member roughly prods at her cervix.

He half-expected Himiko to be angry with him for engaging in intimate acts with you, but she simply acts like she didn’t hear him. And even if she was upset, why should he, of all people, apologize? She should have known that becoming his mistress entailed having to endure these kinds of things as these were simply Satoru’s marital duties, and by extension, his duty to the crown.

His high washes over him like a tidal wave crashing into the rock shore, grunting as he involuntarily thrusts as he releases inside her, Himiko collapsing onto the pillows as he does. “O-oh, haaa- agh,” his deep tenor moans into her long black hair as his seed paints her walls, holding her close to his form, their heartbeats racing a million miles an hour.

He pulls out his flaccid cock, plopping down next to her, pulling her small frame for her head to rest on his chest. “I just need to have father reinstate me as heir apparent and return all my estates, then,” he kisses her once, his lips moving in sync with her soft ones.

“…We’ll get rid of her.”

₊˚.༄ Crown Prince!Gojo who blatantly and publicly humiliates you by bringing along Himiko Zenin to a state visit to the imperial family’s counterpart in Monaco rather than you, his rightful wife. And when asked of your whereabouts, Satoru simply replies with a casual shrug, his hand squeezing Himiko’s smaller ones as she usurps the banquet thrown in your honor by the Monacan royal family while you watch the horrific scene unfold on your television screen, your heart shattering into a million pieces as Himiko and Satoru uncaringly waltz with one another in front of the watchful eyes of the entire world throughout the evening.

₊˚.༄ Crown Prince!Gojo who crucifies you for your acts of sincere charity, believing you to be actively humiliating Himiko despite having no intentions whatsoever resembling his baseless accusation. “Did you honestly think your little publicity antics would go unpunished? I bet you were just itching for the attention, weren’t you?” he snarls at you the second you come back from a visit to one of the hospitals you had commissioned for the treatment of children with rare diseases, a compassionate act which had been heavily televised by national broadcasting stations and even international news agencies. “If you wish to compete with Himiko, wife, then, by all means. But I swear to you, I will do everything — everything I can — to make the entire world know just how much of an opportunistic whore you are—”

You gaze up at your husband with fear in your eyes. “…I was not competing with Himiko, can I not care for our people — your people? I’m sure they need someone to promote their interests when their own prince couldn’t be bothered to do so!” you retaliate but are quickly shot down when he throws his scotch glass at the wall, causing you to flinch when it shatters on impact.

“I will make sure this humiliation you dealt to Himiko will return to you tenfold, (Y/N),” he dangerously seethes, coming to the aid of his mistress. “Celebrate your victory all you want, wife, but make no mistake, this is far from over.”

₊˚.༄ Crown Prince!Gojo who indifferently scoffs when you crumble into a sobbing mess after yet another argument with him. “W-what can I do to make you not hate me so much? P-please tell me, Satoru.” The only response you receive is your husband dangerously moving closer to you, his eyes, dark with pure loathing. Instinctively, you step backward, only to be met by the cold wall of your shared bedroom. “S-Satoru—“

“—Here’s what you can do: do exactly as I say, without question,” he traps you between his arms, his breath hot on your skin, his lips dangerously close to yours, his voice dripping with the venom that could turn every silver thread in your heart into a hue that resembled charcoal black. “If I tell you to kiss me, you kiss me. If I tell you to get out, you get out. If I tell you to shut up, you sew your mouth shut or rip your tongue out, I really don’t give a damn. If I tell you to die…”

…

…

“…You drop dead.”

a/n: meh, just wrote this at the top of my head to get rid of this stupid writer’s block since hehe i have like eighteen drafts of jjk smut and drabbles in my tumblr folder rn help :’)

might turn this into a multi-chapter fic depending on how it is received. so lemme know your thoughts by reblogging, liking or commenting on this post!

#jujutsu kaisen #gojo satoru #jjk x reader #gojo satoru x reader #gojo angst #jjk angst #gojo satoru x reader angst #gojo x reader

[luveline]

okok if you'd be into it, maybe Roan seeing reader in the supermarket and slipping away from Eddie to go and say hi? like he looks down from where he was reading the label on something and just panics 'cause wheredidshegoohmygod

you are the GOAT babe! absolutely best idea ever ever I owe u my life. kind of single dad Eddie losing his mind while u and his kid bond <3 | fem!reader

Eddie's completely unaware that you're even at Bradley's Big Buy. Him and Roan have only stopped by for some princess bandaids to cover her skimmed knees. She's calmer now she knows the princess bandaids are an inevitability, but she'd been near inconsolable on the drive here.

"You feeling better?" he asks hopefully, swinging her small hand gently as he walks.

He's taking slow steps to match her. They've made a one minute walk to the toiletries into five minutes and counting.

"Maybe," she says.

He almost regrets teaching her the word 'maybe'. Everything is maybe these days.

"What can I do to get a 'yes', huh?"

She wriggles her fingers in his. He gives her a nice squeeze and waits hopefully, pulling her past the aisle of shampoos and then the aisle of deodorants to the one beside it, first aid and ointments and things.

"Y/N," she says with surety.

"She's coming over again next week, babe."

"Now?" she says, or asks.

He stops in front of the plasters. "I wish, sweetheart. Alright, here's the bandaids... But where..." He frowns at the lack of pink bandaids and kneels down to search for them. There's puppies and sharks and fall leaves, but no princesses. He drops Roan's hand to push a box of plain bandaids aside. "You got along so well, I know she's excited to see you too, but I can't just ask her to come over. Well, maybe I can. How many dates do you go on before you..." He peers behind the boxes. Not a princess in sight.

He pulls away. "Baby, I don't think they have any-" Eddie stops short, a placating speech caught in his throat when he realises his daughter is nowhere to be seen.

"Roan?" he asks. With no time for her to answer, he repeats, "Roan?" loudly, loud enough to draw stares.

He swings his gaze one way and then the other, praying for a hint of her. The bounce of her little dark bunches or the flare of her dress dungarees.

Roan can hear her dad calling her, she just doesn't care. She'd seen you standing in the shampoo aisle debating between bottles and needed to come and see you.

You shrug and drop a blue bottle that brags moisture and definition into the basket and go to move to the deodorants in the next aisle when you feel something tug your skirt.

You look down and see a little kid.

"Hi, baby, are you lo- Roan?"

Hard to confuse her honey brown eyes for anyone else, you stop short when you realise it's Eddie's baby.

Roan finally has confirmation that it's you and shouts exuberantly, "Y/N!"

Your heart melts. Capital M, melts. You're putty in her tiny hands. "Well hi, princess."

She beams wide as she can and holds up her arms. It's a struggle to pull her into your chest — you're not as adept as juggling her with one full hand as Eddie is and you doubt you ever will be — but you make up for your clumsiness with pure adoration. She's just as pretty as her dad and twice as charming, wrapping her arms around your neck and ducking her forehead to your collar in a hug.

"Aw," you croon, patting her back. "Hi, baby. How are you?"

"I got an owie," she says very quietly. There's a soft whine to her voice like she might cry.

You encourage her head back to look at her. "Yeah? What have you hurt, sweetheart? And where's your daddy?"

You look over her head suddenly, half-expecting Eddie to be standing there watching. He's not. The aisle is completely empty. You walk to the end of the aisle in hopes that he's gonna be coming around the corner. No dice.

"Roan, where's daddy?" you ask seriously.

She looks as pensive as a three year old can. "I want the princess ones."

"Princess what?" you ask distractedly, eyes searching the store for Eddie.

Music plays loudly over the speakers, an old Bowie song. You can barely hear her answer. "For the owies."

You make a decision without thinking. Yes, Eddie's probably very worried that Roan isn't with him, but she keeps talking about a mysterious owie and you'd found her by herself, so you prioritise her hurting over his.

Sorry, Eddie, you think.

"What did you hurt? D'you wanna show me?"

She points down.

You hold her away from you (kind of, this carrying thing is hard) and find the rips in her thick wool tights edged in red.

"Oh no! You poor girl, I know that must've hurt. Did daddy kiss them better?" you ask sympathetically, wincing as you assess the surface scrapes on her knees. Bloody, but with no deep cuts you think she'll be okay.

"Yeah," she says tearfully. To your horror, her eyes start to well up. You've reminded her that she's hurting. It's not a good move.

"Oh no," you repeat, rubbing up and down the breadth of her back.

She's heavier than she looks and your basket makes your wrist ache but you refuse to put her down. Her crumpled face strikes a fear like God and you reckon putting her down will make it a whole lot worse.

You've yet to see her tantrum as Eddie promises she does. This feels awful enough, you decide, to see her actually upset about something. You flail to make her feel better.

"What can I do, sweetheart? Shall we go find you some bandaids?" you ask softly. She nod slow and rubs her eyes with her fists.

You hike her up your chest and move out of the aisle. As soon as you do you're almost knocked over, a fast-moving body smashing into your basket and tugging your arm. You shriek and Roan shrieks and Eddie stops in front of you, dark curls framing a frantic face, and says, "Thank fuck."

"Don't repeat that," you tell Roan.

"Y/N," Eddie says. Your name is sweet on his lips, affection and relief and gratitude. "Oh my god."

He laughs and then keels over.

"Eddie!" You drop your basket and it slams to the floor, reaching for his back.

"I'm okay!" he says, equally abrupt and stressed. He scratches two hands through his hair before he emerges and scrapes it all away from his cheeks, eyes bright.

He takes a deep breath. His chest rises.

His laugh is nice. You've heard it before. This one is sunshine in sound.

"I think I just had a heart attack."

"Oh my god."

"You're in my bad books," he says to Roan pointedly, glaring.

She glares back. It's amazing to you how they mimic each other, intentionally or otherwise. Twin scrunched noses, twin sloped eyebrows.

Then he dips forward and kisses her sloppy on the cheek. His smell washes over you, the unmistakable stick of engine oil hidden by too much laundry detergent. It's endearing. It makes you want a kiss on the cheek too.

"Baby," he says, voice all drama. It takes you a while to realise he's speaking to you. "I owe you my life."

"Well... actually, I think it might've been my fault. She knew it was me and-" Your eyes blow wide. "Eddie, she skimmed her knees."

"I know," he says, reaching out to squeeze your shoulder. You can feel the clear indent of every finger pressing into your skin. "That's why we're here, for princess bandaids."

He rolls his eyes as if to say, what can you do? Though his voice had been so soft when he'd reassured you, like he'd understood the stress. Well, of course he had. He knows it better than you ever could.

"Princess bandaids," you repeat, stroking a rogue curl out of Roan's eyes. She shys at your tone, fondness for her doubled now you have some context. Princess ones, princess bandaids.

"You heard about 'em?" Eddie asks knowingly.

"All about 'em." You remember yourself and move your hands to under her armpits. "Speaking of..."

Eddie holds his hands out and takes her. Upset in remembering her injured knees she goes without a fuss, clearly craving her dad's comfort. She tucks her face into his neck and all but disappears into his hair. Eddie wraps her up tight, the last bit of nervous tension he'd been holding slipping away.

"We should go get some," he finishes.

You shift onto the side of your foot. "Maybe I can help look?" you ask.

Eddie grins at you. It's a cheeky kind of smile.

I see through you, it says.

"What do you think, baby? Think Y/N can come help us find some bandaids for your owie?" he murmurs.

She mutters something into his neck. He whispers something back, pats the top of her shoulders, and kisses her head.

"What'd she say?" you ask apprehensively.

Your awkward smile must amuse him, must endear him, something, because he smiles at you with his lashes kissing in the corners and elbows you with a great laugh.

"She asked if you'd kiss her owies too."

Oh my god. "Of course I will."

"That's what I told her," he says.

You pick up your basket and trip over yourself as you follow him into the first aid aisle. You're frenetic and awkward under Eddie's steady gaze, a bumbling mess of nerves and shakey giggles, but when it's your turn to kiss Roan's scraped knees, you're perfect.

-

more eddie n roan

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[ghcstao3]

Pirates!Ghoap au (I can't stop thinking about it - or about any other au but this one is so dear to me)

Hope you have a nice day ☺️

sort of inspired by the jack sparrow and angelica scene in potc stranger tides. because that is where my mind goes when Pirates

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Ghost has spent many years cultivating his reputation as a revered, feared pirate, and for just as long he's had several people try to challenge that. Try to challenge him. Of course, they never succeed in such endeavours, but this is much different. This is a first.

No one has ever tried to impersonate him before.

His crew had just made port in one of their more frequent haunts, having barely gotten the chance to step foot on land before an old acquaintance is greeting Ghost with surprise—everyone thought he had already arrived, had already been drinking and picking off the idiots trying to fight him. Had already been spreading rumours of his next voyage; a teasing invitation, a dare for anyone to follow.

But obviously, such is not the case. It can't be, when Ghost is here, fresh off his ship, standing among the few men and women in this world that he trusts—not an ale nor scrap in sight.

So, rightfully confused, Ghost orders his crew to hang back while he investigates, and puts an end to whatever charade this may be.

Despite the piece of skull that obscures the lower half of Ghost's face—all part of his reputation, mostly, and he's glad to have it spark debate on whether or not the skull is real, and whether or not he's human—it's relatively easy to go undetected as he makes his way through the port village, his presence entirely unnoticed as he slips into the tavern that caters most to his... profession.

And just as it's not difficult to sneak around, it isn't hard to spot his impersonator; they're the centre of attention at the tavern tonight, and though Ghost can commend the guts it takes to attempt such an act, he's honestly offended that so many people believed it was really him.

Though, with as drunk as the crowd is, and if he squints just enough, Ghost supposes he could see how the mistake was made. Even still, Ghost isn't particularly pleased with the situation.

He hovers at the sidelines, melting into the shadows as he waits for the fake "Ghost" to catch his eye.

Ghost knows the moment they do, when he watches as they utter some excuse and make their leave. Ghost only follows with his eyes, at first, before deciding to push away from the wall, skirting along the edges of the crowd toward to the door the fake "Ghost" had exited through.

It leads to the back alley wedged between other buildings and darkened cobblestone streets. It reeks of refuse, and it's to no surprise of Ghost's own when moments after the door shuts behind him, the point of a cutlass is threatening his jugular.

He doesn't flinch, only shifts his gaze disinterestedly toward the owner of the sabre.

"Don't think you have much of a right to be doing that," Ghost drawls.

His imitator doesn't move for a long moment, cutlass held steady at Ghost's throat. Even in the dim light, Ghost can tell their eyes are blue, and suddenly he's again offended that this disguise was actually passed off as him.

Then the sword is finally lowered and sheathed. The fake's own tricorne and mask are removed (the skull is fake, Ghost thinks, no question about it), revealing a hideous hairstyle and a charming, shark-like grin.

"Was hopin' I might eventually get to meet the real Ghost," the man says, his voice tinged with genuine excitement.

Ghost... hadn't expected that.

"How long have you been doing this for?" Ghost demands, now irritated more than anything.

The man shrugs carelessly, casually, not in the slightest bit deterred. "Not long enough to damage your reputation, if that's what you're worried about. If anything, I've strengthened your reputation," he insists. Then he's offering his hand out to Ghost. "I'm John, by the way."

Ghost barely spares the gesture a glance. "I don't care. Why?"

John at least has the decency to act sheepish this time. "I had a proposition for you. Needed to get your attention somehow."

Ghost raises an eyebrow. His hand instinctually drifts to the pommel of his own sword. "And?"

John's gaze flickers to the movement and he hesitates, but only minutely. He then lifts his chin and rolls back his shoulders, and Ghost can almost see how John could have the gall to pull off the charade he had for who knows how long. "I want to join your cr—"

"No."

John scowls. "I wasn't finished," he snaps. "I want to join your crew. And if you let me, I can get you to that fountain of youth I hear you've been searching for. I swear it."

It's Ghost's turn to frown beneath his mask. Why would John want to help him for the measly reward of sailing with Ghost and his shipmates? Sure, some have called it an honour—but in exchange for guidance to a reward so mythical? There must be a catch. It doesn't make sense otherwise.

Ghost narrows his eyes, fingers curling around the pommel. "How can I trust you to make good on that promise?"

That toothy grin reappears, more mischievous in nature than Ghost is comfortable with. It warns him of trouble.

"S'pose there's only one way to find out," John muses. "Otherwise I might just continue what I've been doing. Maybe hitch a ride to another island, pretend to be you some more. Hurt everything you've built up. I've fooled enough people so far."

It takes a lot of restraint not to pull out his sword, and fight John right in the alleyway. But the man's right, as deranged as he may be—it's either bring him along, or continue on a fruitless journey to a place that may not even exist.

He doesn't want to accept the deal, but he can't afford to have John ruining his life's work, either.

With great reluctance, Ghost agrees to let John join his crew—he figures it should only be temporary, at best.

"I find out you're lying, I'll gut you," Ghost hisses, only once it's been settled. "I've yet to see a man capable of swimming with his intestines hanging out. Maybe you'd be a first."

John's grin transforms into something else, something Ghost can't quite place.

He hums. "Maybe. But I don't plan on finding out," John says. He nudges Ghost away from the tavern's back door before pushing it open, gesturing his arm out as if beckoning the pirate to enter. Then in a lowered voice, a tone Ghost isn't quite sure how to feel about, John purrs, "Captain."

Ghost is already beginning to think he had made the wrong choice.

#ask #simon ghost riley #john soap mactavish #soapghost #ghostsoap #ghost x soap #ghoap #alternate universe #writing

[yangoodomens]

Yandere!Rise Leo x GN reader

CW: implied kidnapped

•°•°•°•°•《The beginning of forever》°•°•°•°•°•

I breathed in, trying to keep myself calm. I was going on a date, but not just any date, THE date. I have been friends with the Turtles for years now, and I wouldn't be lying if I said I had feelings for one of them, and he finally asked me on a date. 

I looked in the mirror one last time. I looked good, my [outfit of choice] was clean, my hair was neatly done in a [style of choice]. He had mentioned I didn't need to dress up, we weren't going somewhere extremely fancy. 

I hear my phone go off, I look over to see Leo's contact, a message displayed on the screen.

💙Blue boy💙 - Hope you're ready, ill be there in 5! Can't wait to see how Pretty/Handsome you are! 

🌸Y/N🌸 - I am, im really excited Leo, see you soon! 

Almost on cue, I heard a knock on my door. I took one last look at myself before I head down to greet him. Opening the door I see Leo. He wore a casual white collared sweater and jeans. He smiled as he saw me. "You're stunning", he praised, as he hands me a bouquet of light blue flowers, with a small shark plushie in the middle. 

A small giggle escaped me as I took the bouquet, "Leo, you didn't have to," I said to him. 

He smiles "I wanted to, you deserve it". He extends his hand to me, "ready to go?" 

I smiled, "Of course". I took his hand and walked with him. This day was going to be the best. 

°•°•°•°•°•°•°•°•°《Timeskip》•°•°•°•°•°•°•°•°•

We finally got to the place: a giant aquarium. He guides me in, and we start to walk around, pointing at all the pretty fish and sharks, laughing at the funny animals.

We walk into a underwater glass tunnel, As I walk through the mesmerizing aquarium tunnel, my senses are overwhelmed with the ethereal beauty that surrounds me. The vibrant colors of the coral reefs and the graceful movements of the exotic fish create a visual spectacle that transports me into a different world. The gentle sway of the water and the soft lighting further enhances the surreal atmosphere, casting a calming spell on my soul. The tunnel provides a unique perspective, allowing me to feel like I am swimming alongside these magnificent creatures, witnessing their elegance up close. It is a truly enchanting experience that leaves me in awe of the wonders of the underwater world.

I snap out of my amazed state to point to a turtle looking at lei, "it's you." I smiled stupidly as I joked. I looked at him, being met with him staring at me, "what?" I asked in a joking tone. 

"while the beauty of the aquarium tunnel catches the attention of all who pass through, your beauty passes even its amazement. Your vibrancy and grace fill my heart with an awe that no man-made wonder could ever match.", he longingly murmurs. 

I look at him, my face flared in a blush, "Leo..." I say, he cups my face, kissing my forehead, as he says, "I hope I make you half as happy as you make me." 

We finished our date. As he's walking me home, we chat and joke. I never see the glint in his eyes. We made it to my house. I kissed his cheeks as I said goodbye, starting to walk to my door. 

He grabs me, covering my mouth with a damp rag. I cough as he holds it to my face. I am getting dizzy. I hear him whisper in my ear as he pulls out his odachi sword and makes a portal, 

"There are plenty of fish in the sea, but you're the one for me. Sleep well, mi tesoro. "

°•°•°•°•°•°•°•°•《End of story》°•°•°•°•°•°•°•°

Hope you enjoyed

- Jett

#yandere #yandere tmnt #yandere leonardo #yandere rottmnt #rise of the tmnt #yandere x reader #yandere rise of the teenage mutant ninja turtles #rottmnt leo #rise leo #fluff

[hearts-hunger]

four weddings and a funeral — part four

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⮡ part one | part two | part three

Series Summary: You and Danny haven’t spoken in years. When the two of you stumble upon a week of weddings, funerals, and the hotel rooms in between, will fate rekindle your friendship or put the old flames out altogether?

Chapter Summary: Sun, sand, booze, and music. It seems like fate's dealing you a pretty good hand, but you know in your heart it's too good to be true.

Pairings: Danny Wagner x Reader | Genres: friends to lovers, slow burn, fluff, mutual pining, angst | Word Count: 3.7k | Chapter Warnings: drinking, sexual innuendo, another creepy guy for Danny to scare off

A/N: More Danny and Sunshine for you, my loves! I really like how this chapter turned out, and I hope you like it too. PS - I highly recommend listening to this ocean ambiance while you read this chapter. ♡

The ceremony dragged. You were a little surprised, considering you’d always thought your cousin would be the type to be more interested in the partying side of the wedding than the actual getting married part, but you were glad to see her and her soon-to-be-husband doing what they wanted to for their wedding. Even if it was taking them seven years to get through their vows.

“Hey, sunny,” Danny whispered, drawing your attention from the front.

You leaned closer to him. “Hm?”

“If you had a beach wedding, how much do you think it would cost to rent some sharks to ride away on after you said ‘I do’?”

You snorted, hiding your face against Danny’s shoulder to keep quiet as a few guests shot you puzzled looks. You could feel Danny shaking with contained laughter, and it didn’t help you with your effort to get back some self-control.

“Shut up,” you whispered, still laughing, thankful you were in the very back row of chairs. “We’re gonna ruin the whole ceremony.”

“They already ruined it by not having sharks,” he muttered. “Anybody with half a brain would know that’s an extremely cool thing to do at a wedding.”

“Do it for your wedding,” you said. You made the mistake of looking up at him then, meeting his eyes that were almost a dark golden color in the fading sunlight.

“Maybe I will,” he said, his smile twinkling with amusement. “Can I count on you to be there, sunny?”

You blushed. “Sure. I’ll be at your shark-themed wedding, Dan.” You didn’t allow yourself to think too much about the joke, worried you’d start thinking about something even more ridiculous than sharks at a wedding.

When the couple finally said “I do” and Danny lamented once more that they hadn’t ridden off into the sunset on the back of a great white, he took your hand and led you to the wide pavilion that had been set up for the reception. Dozens of strings of fairy lights hung overhead, casting a warm light on the dance floor and the long tables set up for dinner; on a small stage, a band played swanky oldies that mixed with the sound of the ocean.

“I’ll have a margarita,” Danny told the bartender. “And a mojito for you, right, sunny?”

“Yes, please,” you agreed. You leaned against the bar and watched the band.

“They’re not too bad, huh?” you asked Danny when he handed you your drink. You watched his face with an almost embarrassed hesitance, waiting to see if he’d pretend to like them not to hurt your feelings when really he didn’t care for their music. You’d learned to spot that a mile away in men by now, though usually they didn’t care to conceal their derision when you said you liked something they considered beneath them.

“No, I think they’re really good,” he said, and his expression and tone were so honest and genuine that you relaxed immediately. Not just because he’d affirmed you in your music taste — you couldn’t deny that it mattered to you that Danny liked the music you did — but because you knew he’d have been straightforward and kind about it even if he hadn’t liked it.

“What’s that little tiny cymbal on the drum kit?” you asked, gesturing with your drink in the general direction of the band.

Danny smiled. “The splash? It’s kinda like a baby crash cymbal. It has a brighter sound, but it doesn’t last as long as the crash.”

“Which one’s the crash?”

“The medium one,” he said. “The bigger ones are the ride cymbals.”

“And the big ass drum with their logo on it?” you asked.

He laughed. “Bass drum. Maybe I should draw you a diagram.”

You took a napkin from the holder on the bar and slid it over to him, asking the bartender if he had a pen you could borrow. You gave it to Danny when you got it.

“I would love a diagram,” you said with a grin.

His smile was amused as he drew you a rough sketch of a drum kit, surprisingly neat for being drawn on a napkin. You watched him with fascination and undeniable attraction, enjoying this glimpse into his talent and skill set.

“Here’s your cymbals, the ones I was telling you about,” he said, pointing out each one. “Crash, ride, crash ride, splash. You also have your hi-hat, which is this little guy right here.”

He labeled each one in small block letters. “These are your toms and your snare drum. And then the big one, the bass drum.”

“You have all these in your kit?” you asked.

“Yeah,” he agreed. “I have other things too, like chimes and a side snare, but this is your basic setup.”

He lifted his hand and showed you one of the bracelets on his wrist, a thin string of silver bearing balls.

“You can put these on your cymbals too,” he said, running two fingers over the length of it. You completely missed what he said next, too distracted and flustered by that simple movement to even think straight.

“I’m sorry?” you said, feeling your face heat as you tore your gaze away from the bracelets on his wrist and the veins in his hand and the sheer length of his fingers.

He honest to god smirked, and you blushed hotter.

“They’re called cymbal sizzlers,” he said, deliberately popping the last syllable. You could only nod, dazed and somewhat dreamy.

“Sizzlers,” you said weakly. “Right. Sounds... sizzling.”

His cool composure broke then, unable to keep from laughing at your incisive commentary. As much as you’d liked his smugness, you loved the way laughter softened his features and gave his eyes a little sparkle.

“I’ll say,” he agreed, turning back to the drawing. He tapped the front of the bass drum. “I think we need a big ass logo for our band.”

“Ooh, I got it,” you said. He handed you the pen and smiled when he saw what you were drawing.

“Great work, sunny,” he said, admiring your stick figure couple. “I think Greta Van Fleet should change our logo to that.”

“No way,” you protested. “That’s only for our band.”

He grinned. “Our band, huh? What are we called?”

“The Cymbal Sizzlers,” you said, matter-of-fact.

He laughed. “Well, as a wise lady once said, that sounds sizzling.” He finished his drink. “Okay. Cymbal Sizzlers it is. I like it.”

“I know,” you said. “I’m a genius.”

He ordered another round of drinks for the two of you, and you carefully folded and tucked his drawing into your bag as you went to find your seats for dinner. Luckily, you were at the end of one of the long tables, and Danny moved his chair catty-corner to yours so you could leave the people next to you to their conversation.

Dinner was an assortment of seafood, and you and Danny enjoyed crab legs and oysters and everything in between with an air of decadence.

“I bet this is every day for you,” you teased.

He laughed. “Oh, sure. We always have a raw bar in the dressing room after a show.”

“Complete with gold-plated caviar,” you added.

He hummed in agreement. “Finish that up with a dessert of cocaine and Jack Daniels, and you’ve got a pretty good picture of my daily life.”

You took another drink of your mojito. You’d lost count of what number you were on and noticed you were starting to feel the heady flush of alcohol.

“Don’t forget the blowjobs,” you reminded him.

He shook his head. “That’s actually where I draw the line,” he said sagely. “Too much fun isn’t good for a man’s health.”

“Oh?” you asked innocently. “No silly slurpee while you’re having shrimp cocktail, huh?”

He almost spit out his drink. “No what?” He laughed so hard you thought you’d broken him, and you adored the way his face scrunched with joy and amusement.

“Danny,” you laughed. “It wasn’t even that funny.”

“I know!” he said. He hid behind his hands and smothered another round of bubbly laughter, and you felt the sound of it tug at your heart.

“Oh, god,” he managed eventually, gasping and wiping tears from his eyes as he tried to stop laughing. “You really almost killed me, sunny.”

“I’m sorry,” you said, reaching to put your hand over his. “I’ll keep my lame sex jokes to myself next time, I promise.”

He smiled. “Don’t you dare. I want to hear all of them.” 

You finished your drink and stood, and you liked that Danny kept a hold of your hand as you did.

“You going to get another drink?” he asked.

“Yeah.” You gestured to his almost empty glass. “You want another?”

“Nah, I’m done,” he said with a laugh. “I’m plenty sauced. I’ll go get yours for if you want, though.”

“That’s okay,” you said. “I’m going to powder my nose.”

“Oh, fancy.” He finished off his drink. “'Kay. I’ll be here.”

You wove through the wedding guests milling about in various states of intoxication, humming along as the band played, feeling in some state of intoxication yourself. You had a pleasant buzz, and you were looking forward to dancing the night away with Danny.

You found the bathroom, and though there was thankfully no line, there was a skeevy-looking guy leaned against the wall by the door. His eyes locked onto you as you came nearer, and you hesitated. You wished there were some other girls around so you wouldn’t have to go past him alone, but for the moment it was just him and you.

You decided to trust your gut. You turned right back around and went for Danny.

He raised a brow when he saw you coming back to the table.

“All good?” he asked.

“Yeah, I...” All of a sudden, you felt weirdly embarrassed to ask. “There’s this guy that’s kind of hanging around over there, and... I don’t know...” You met his eyes. “Could you walk with me? And kind of... stand outside the door?”

“Of course,” he said easily. “Come on.”

His expression was relaxed as he walked with you, but you could tell by his posture alone that he was attentive and watchful. You stopped at the same place you’d stopped before, a few feet from the guy, and felt Danny’s reassuring touch to the small of your back.

“I’m not gonna let him bother you, sunny,” he said quietly. “I promise.”

He ushered you forward, putting himself between you and the guy and receiving an annoyed look for his trouble. Danny didn’t pay him any mind, leaning one broad shoulder on the wall between the guy and the door.

“I’ll wait right here for you,” he promised, his tone light.

You went inside with a feeling of relief, glad you’d gone back to ask for his help. When you were done, you looked yourself over in the mirror and tried to fix a few wayward strands of hair; you actually thought you looked kind of pretty, all sun-warmed and beachy and tipsy.

You came back out to see that the guy was gone, and Danny was still leaned against the wall with his arms crossed over his chest. You wondered if he’d managed to scare the guy off just by doing that, since his arms looked huge under his flimsy button down.

He looked over when you came out and gave you a cheerful smile. “Hi.”

You smiled back. “Hi. Thank you for staying.”

“No sweat,” he said. “I’m happy to tell creepy guys to fuck off any time you need me to.”

He pushed off the wall and walked over to the bar with you, and you noticed that people — men, especially — were more likely to give you a respectful distance in a way they probably wouldn’t have if you hadn’t had Danny right behind you. You decided you kind of liked having a big strong guy you could trust watching your back.

The bartender gave you a wry smile when you came up. “Mojito, right?”

“Oh, lord, you already know what I’m gonna get?” you laughed. “Maybe I ought to slow down.”

You gratefully accepted the drink he made you regardless, and you chewed on your straw and swayed a little to the music as you and Danny watched the band for a minute.

“Oh, hell yeah,” he said when they started to play an upbeat, bluesy tune. He put his hand out in front of you. “Let’s dance to this one.”

“Okay,” you said happily, leaving your drink and taking his hand as he led you to the dance floor. He pulled you snug against him when you got a spot right by the band, and you didn’t have very long to be bashful about it before he had you laughing with his swanky dance moves.

“You didn’t know I was secretly a dancer, did you, sunny?”

You giggled and draped one arm around his neck. “I had no idea you were so multi-talented, Daniel. What other secrets are you hiding?”

“Wouldn’t you like to know?” he teased. He took your hand and spun you like a princess before he tucked you back against him.

“Do you know this song?” he asked.

You shook your head. You were a little dazed with the feeling of him so close, his hand splayed over the small of your back.

“What’s it called?” you asked.

“‘Keep On Growing,’” he said. “Eric Clapton wrote it when he was in Derek and the Dominos.”

He let his hands wander a little, never too far, but you felt your breath catch when they came to rest high on your waist. His hands were so big; you knew he could manhandle you easily if he had a mind to, and you had never felt less concerned about it in your life.

“Someday baby, who knows where or when,” he sang. “Just you wait and see — we’ll be walking together hand in hand along forever, woman, just you and me.”

You gave him a heartsick smile. “Is that so?”

He shrugged and grinned down at you. “Have you ever known Eric Clapton to lie?”

You laughed at the ridiculous question, closing your eyes for a moment as you let Danny sway you to the music.

“Sing some more,” you said.

“Okay,” he agreed. “Just gotta wait for the guitar solo to end, honey.”

Your eyes fluttered open at the endearment, and he smiled as he tugged you closer.

“Time’s gonna change us, Lord, and I know it’s true,” he sang, just for you. “Our love’s gonna keep on glowing, and growing is all we’re gonna do.”

You danced for a long while after that song ended, but the thrill of being close to him only grew the longer he held you and danced you around with goofy, innocent enthusiasm.

When the band finally started to play a slower song, Danny pulled you close with a hand on your back, his free hand taking one of yours. You were glad you were taking a moment to catch your breath; the night air was warm, and now that you were resting against Danny’s chest, you felt a lot more drunk than you had a second ago.

“It’s hot,” you said, looking up at him.

His smile was a little crooked. “You are so drunk, aren’t you?”

“I am,” you agreed. “It’s still hot.”

He chuckled. “I know. You want to go for a walk by the water? Cool off a little?”

You hummed in agreement. “Take me away, Danny.”

He took your hand as he led you through the crowd on the dance floor. He stopped at the bar, but before you could tell him you definitely didn’t need any more alcohol, he got two glasses of ice water and handed one to you.

“Drink up, buttercup.”

You clinked your glass against his, happy that it made him smile. When you’d slaked your thirst, you pressed the side of the glass to your cheek and welcomed the icy sting of it.

“Hey,” you said, seeing the dessert bar. “Strawberry kiss.”

Danny gave you a confused smile. “What?”

“Yeah, you know,” you said. You set your glass down on the bar and put your hand on his arm. “You gave me a strawberry kiss this morning.”

“I remember,” he said, and you liked how he angled his body towards you. “I’d give you another one, but I don’t carry strawberries around in my pockets all day.”

You giggled. “You should.” You gestured to the dessert bar piled high with treats and cakes and a rainbow of fruit. “But you don’t have to.”

“Ah, I see,” he said. “Well, let’s go get you a strawberry kiss, sunny.”

When you had a plastic cup overflowing with strawberries and Danny had caught the one that had tumbled off the top, you walked down to the beach together and shared your dessert. Danny held out his hand to take each leafy top from you when you were finished and tossed them and the empty cup afterwards.

“You’re good at, like, holding things,” you said as you walked down the beach, feeling that a bit of your intelligence had maybe gone out the window with all those drinks.

Danny laughed. “Thank you, I think.”

You took his hand and held it, palm up, in yours. “It’s because your hands are ginormous. They can fit a lot of things.”

You ran your fingers over his palm, and he let out a surprised giggle and flinched away a little.

“Quit that,” he said, but he was smiling. His fingers closed over yours. “Maybe your hands are just tiny, sunny. D’you ever think of that?”

You grinned and brought his hand up to cover your face. “Nope. Because your hand is still big even when it’s not compared to my hand.”

He moved his hand to cup your jaw, his fingers tracing over your brow and your cheek as he did. You rested against his hand and looked up at him.

“You sure do look pretty tonight, sunny,” he said.

For the first time, you didn’t feel shy at his compliment. Maybe it was the rum, but you liked being able to just bask in the pleasure of his praise.

“Thank you,” you said. “I feel pretty tonight.”

You kept hold of his hand and leaned back, letting him hold your weight.

“Well, hold on a second,” he said. He took your other hand so you wouldn’t be lopsided. “There you go.”

You tipped your face up towards the moonlit sky and closed your eyes, feeling the salty ocean breeze brush over your face and Danny’s warm, strong hands holding yours.

“Danny?”

“Hm?”

“I think we should lay down in the sand and connect with the earth.”

He chuckled. “Okay, sunny. Should I just drop you, or...?”

You opened your eyes. “No!”

He grinned. “Fine.” He gently eased you back upright and steadied you as you tried to manage the sand and your dress and your tipsiness with a modicum of grace. You breathed a long sigh when you laid back in the sand, feeling the soft, cool grit of it on your skin.

“How’s this?” Danny asked, propping himself up on his arm next to you. “Do you feel connected with the earth?”

You took a handful of sand and let it trickle through your fingers. “Yeah. Do you?”

“Sure.” He brushed back the lock of hair the breeze had drawn across your face, hooking it behind your ear. “I guess I feel connected to the ocean, too. Pushing, pulling. Always coming back to the shore.”

You turned your head to meet his eyes, and he gave you a gentle smile.

“What?” he asked.

“Just thinking,” you said quietly. You touched your fingers to the pendant on his necklace. “Do you think I can be the sun and the beach, and you can be the moon and the ocean?”

He held your hand and ran his thumb over your palm. “I think that sounds perfect.”

You closed your fingers around his hand, feeling his warmth and steadiness. “I don’t want to be apart from you for a long time, Danny.”

“What do you mean, honey?”

You turned your face back towards the starry sky, feeling close to crying for some reason.

“I missed you after I moved,” you said, and your voice was tight. “I felt like I lost my best friend. And I know we were only kids, but I always thought of you after I left. I always hoped we’d see each other again, somehow.”

Though the past few days had rekindled your old friendship, you knew it was wishful thinking to believe you could maintain a strong relationship after this week, let alone explore the idea of romantic love with each other. You wanted both, foolishly, but Danny wasn’t just Danny any more; he’d be no more likely to want to fit you into his life than you would be able to fit him into yours. It just wasn’t meant to be, and it was painfully obvious despite the gentleness between you.

A tear trickled down your cheek, and Danny moved your joined hands to brush it away.

“I missed you too, sunshine,” he said softly. “I don’t want to be apart from you either. I think fate brought us back together for a reason, don’t you?”

“Yeah,” you said, and your voice was so quiet even you could barely hear it over the sound of the ocean. “To break my heart, I think.”

Danny didn’t seem to hear you, or if he did, he didn’t respond. He touched a finger to your jaw.

“Look at me, sunny.”

You did. Another tear rolled over the bridge of your nose, and he leaned close and kissed it away.

“No crying at a wedding,” he chided gently.

You gave a watery laugh. “That’s all that people do at weddings, Danny. Cry and drink.”

“And dance,” he said with a smile. “Don’t forget dancing.”

He stood, gently bringing you to your feet with him. He held you close and swayed you to the rhythm of the waves.

“We should just stay like this forever,” you said.

His soft laugh rumbled in his chest where you leaned against him. “Sounds good to me, sunshine.”

Read part five!

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#i actually really like how this chapter turned out and i hope you like it too!! <3 #danny wagner x reader #danny wagner fanfiction #danny wagner x reader fluff #greta van fleet fanfiction #gvf fanfiction #greta van fleet fluff #gvf #danny wagner #maddie writes stuff! #four weddings and a funeral fic

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Scenes or Comic Panels I Would Draw If I Could Draw BC Some Of My Chatpost Ideas I See Better As Pictures Not Words, Part Two.

-Deidara having had way too much coffee or soda and is sitting with Sasori, explaining one of his favorite tv shows or something and just info-dumping like crazy. And the other Akatsuki members pass by throughout the day and they all wonder how the hell Sasori is just calmly sitting there, giving Deidara his full attention while the blonde just rants for literal hours. Finally Dei wears himself down and falls asleep and Konan goes in to check on Sasori and she’s shocked to see it’s not Sasori at all but one of his puppet body-doubles. Dei in his caffeinated frenzy just didn’t notice.

-Shikadai, Boruto and Mitsuki using a metal detector in the Nara woods, something sets it off so they start digging. Finds Hidan (his Jashin necklace is what set the detector off). Shikadai doesn’t know what to do with a talking head but Mitsuki mentions that his Parent makes bodies in his lab all the time. So they cart Hidan off to Orochimaru. Hilarity (or horrible, horrible chaos) ensues.

-Pakkun finds the Akatsuki hideout. Is preparing to inform Konoha of its whereabouts but recognizes something strangely familiar about the scent of the tall man in the orange mask. Waits a while, spies through the window at night and Mask-Man takes off the mask and. Holy shit. It’s the guy Pakkun’s master Kakashi has been mourning all these years. Leaves, goes to the rest of the ninken. The group all together waits until Obito is alone, ambushes him, and drags him back to Kakashi. They receive many treats and many pats that night. Pakkun is ring-bearer at their wedding.

-Deidara and Itachi start sleeping together in the winter. Not having sex but literally just sharing a bed. Because Kisame is cold-blooded and doesn’t provide the sickly Itachi adequate warmth, and Sasori being a puppet doesn’t get into bed with Deidara a lot as-is because he has no need for sleep, and when he does, his body doesn’t provide warmth either. Kisame and Sasori act like they’re fine with it but secretly kiiiiiinda jealous. Eventually Hidan wants in on the situation too because he feels left out of the “sleepovers” and Kakuzu sits up half the night counting money or reading the Bingo Book anyway. But Kakuzu … is MORE than happy to get Hidan out of his hair (and off of his expensive sheets).

-Deidara pregnant, asleep, and Sasori sitting just fixated on his belly. He gently puts his hand on the belly and the baby gives a little kick. Sasori makes a game out of asking the baby yes or no questions, with a kick being a Yes. Eventually Deidara stirs half-awake and asks “Will your Daddy shut up and let me sleep?!” and then he gives Sasori a kick off the bed with his own legs, mumbles “Good, hm” and goes back to bed.

-Sasori looking up to the sky and asking God to give him something beautiful from heaven. Out of nowhere Deidara explodes up out of the ground, cursing and dirty, into Sasori’s arms. Sasori looks at Deidara, then at the ground and is like “Thank you, Devil-san.”

-Kisame having a talk with Obito, formally asking his permission to marry Itachi. Obito asking how he managed to see through the Tobi persona, Kisame telling him that any idiot could see that “Tobi” was too far-fetched a personality to be believed. The others all say something similar to having figured out that Tobi was an Uchiha, except for Deidara who nearly faints. “I slept with an Uchiha?!” and Hidan is like, “Fuck the Uchiha part; are you telling me you slept with TOBI?!”

-Nagato noticing how much time Konan spends with Kisame and starts to think that maybe she’s attracted to muscles. So he secretly tries to work out but ends up spraining a few ribs and ends up in bed. Konan asks him what he was trying to do, Nagato confesses and Konan laughs. She tells Nagato that she goes out with Kisame so much because the shark is intimidating and being with him prevents men from hitting on her. Next scene is Nagato accompanying Konan to the grocery store, with every single one of his Pein bodies in tow, forming a terrifying wall around the couple, who are holding hands.

-((I think I’ve said this in a post before but)) All of the boys in the Akatsuki wanting to take a shirtless picture together, to show off their “muscles”. They ask Konan to take the picture but she’s offended they didn’t ask her to be in it. they say sure, thinking she’ll be in her bra but nope, she takes off everything and lets the twins out while she flexes. the final picture is Konan flexing in the center, Deidara, Hidan and Itachi fainted on the floor, Tobi has a red trickle coming from his nose area under his mask, Kisame and Zetsu are both alarmingly red, Kakuzu is seen outside fighting some white-haired pervert peeking in through the hideout windows, Sasori is studying Konan’s body with an interest that’s somehow more frightening than the others’, and Nagato is rushing up with a blanket up cover her.

-Kakashi walking down the aisle to Gai in a beautiful wedding dress, being escorted by Naruto and Sasuke on each arm, with all of the ninken holding different parts of his veil-train. Sakura is at the top of the aisle holding Gai’s wheelchair, monitoring his IV bags. He’s not fully healed from his war injuries yet but he insisted on doing this as soon as he could speak again. Lee and Ten-Ten are Gai’s “best men”.

-Hidan gets accidentally blown to bits by one of Deidara’s bombs. Loses everything but his head. Kakuzu tells Sasori that since it was HIS partner who caused this, he should be the one to make Hidan a new body. Sasori agrees. But after awhile Kakuzu comes to him and tells him to delay his progress by a few weeks. Turns out taking care of just Hidan’s head is a LOT easier (and stress-free) than keeping up with Hidan as a whole body.

#the akatsuki #sasodei #sasori x deidara #brotp #hidan x deidara x itachi #kisaita #kisame x itachi #obikaka #obito x kakashi #boruto: naruto next generations #nagakona #nagato x konan #kakagai #kakashi x gai #kakuhida #kakuzu x hidan #team 7 #team 7 naruto #deidara #sasori #zetsu #tobi #obito uchiha #itachi uchiha #kisame hoshigaki #konan #nagato uzumaki #kakuzu #hidan #mighto gai

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Can you expand on your mermaid au? (Nothing specific, I just wanted to know more about it)

oh aBSOLUTELY! :D behold: How the Ninja pod met Zane.

Zane, a merdroid, has some issues figuring out the nuances of merfolk culture and went out of his way to find a group of merfolk to help him understand their lifestyle. Initially the ninja wanted absolutely nothing to do with Zane. He was evidently a robot sent down by the humans to collect data on them. He did seem kind and genuinely curious and wanted to make friends, but he was not to be trusted. (Merfolk have a stigma against humans still generations after a massive 100 year war between the merfolk and humans. Both species stay to their own corners of Ninjago now). 

While evading a nearby feeding frenzy of sharks, Jay didn’t notice the ship above him. Zane, seeing that Jay was about to become mincemeat from the massive propellers of the ship, swam as fast as he could and pushed him out of the way, leaving himself to be left to the mercy of the propeller. 

Zane, left arm ripped from his socket, torso gouged with deep scars as his wiring and protective outer casing now filled with water, damaging some of his more fragile internal components, looked at Jay as the eel Mer swam to him and was horrified at the wreckage that was this merdroid he and his friends were so distrusting of. 

Jay looked at the broken mangled form of Zane as the merdroid moved his remaining arm to cup Jay’s cheek as his UI on his HUD flashed red with dozens of errors and a wall of injuries in a scrolling status report covering half of his vision. 

Jay was horrified as Zane asked him simply “are you alright?” In the most concerned and heartfelt that Jay didn’t expect to hear out of a being made of metal and wires. 

Jay didn’t even know this man but he cried for this being who put their own safety before his, a being they shunned and ignored and yet saved his life. Jay choked out a “yes”, his hands going to hold Zane’s hand that held his cheek. 

Zane smiled, his voice now staticky and skipping like a scratched disk, “g-goo-g-good.” Before his eyes dimmed and his face went slack. 

Jay barely registers the rest of his friends surrounding him, some of them also sporting tears in their eyes. 

This robot was made to collect data on them and they believed it was faking its attitude to get on their good side, but looking back on it, the merdroid was genuinely wanting to get to know them. Its questions about various actions they were doing or methods of harvesting kelp and capturing food wasn’t ones of data harvesting (although it might’ve been pre programmed by its creators), but ones of genuine curiosity and out of a willingness to learn. 

Zane didn’t deserve this. 

Jay needed to fix his and his friends mistake. 

—-

It’s been weeks since The Boat Incident. Jay is holed up in an underwater alcove nestled next to the shore. Himself, Nya, and Kai have been slowly repairing Zane’s injuries in an arduously slow task. They have no blueprints besides engraved markings on the inside of Zane’s stomach plate, presumably for situations just like this, but they had no idea how to decipher the technically complicated blueprints that went way above their realm of knowledge. 

Slowly welding, repairing, and fitting Zane back together has been an extremely grueling and exhaustive process. They don’t need to fully fix him at the moment, they just need to bring him online so he can inform them how to properly repair him. 

The trio finally manages to properly repair Zane’s power source, a strange contraption that lays where one’s heart should be, and turn the merdroid back on and wait with a baited breath. 

Zane’s eyes flicker for a moment before turning on fully with the beautiful blue light that had been there previous to the boat accident. 

They all were close to crying. After all of that hard arduous work they brought back the man that saved Jay’s life. 

The android noticed the Mers and perked up, “Jay! You’re alright! Thank the heavens, I was worried I was too late.” 

Zane frowned, “I believe I may have said that before. It appears my memory banks have been damaged.” 

Zane’s eyes glanced down, noticing the still exposed damage of his torso, “it appears my memory banks might be the least of my worries right now.” 

He looks up back at Jay, smiling with those perfect metal teeth, radiating kindness and warmth, “none the less, I’m glad you’re alright. I was worried I didn’t make it in time.” 

—-

It took many more months to completely repair Zane, the collection of scrap metal to repair the merdroid was no simple task, nor was the switch from human technology to the blend of merfolk and human tech that made Zane more comparable with his underwater existence. 

One of Zane’s many issues was his disconnected continuous audio and visual feeds for the researchers at Julian Laboratories. After many email chains sent from Zane (he was programmed to make weekly summary reports as an ever continuous email chain) and the researchers, they allowed him to choose what visual and audio files to send to them on a daily basis and had permission to omit data if it would harm the trust of the mers he befriended (the investors at Borg Industries were NOT happy to hear this but after hearing about the merfolk tech that enhanced the androids abilities and skills tenfold, they relented and agreed to the terms, as did the researchers but with far easier acceptance). 

The researchers were initially worried that Zane wouldn’t send any information, twisting their new rules to prevent any data from coming through, but they were delighted to be sent incredibly well sorted files of mer hunting practices, interesting aquatic species may they be new species or showing interesting and unseen movements like breeding, hunting, or caring for their young. 

Zane omitted personal moments with his friends, secrets they shared to him, moments they explicitly said to not record, and other bits and pieces of information he chose not to inform the researchers about.

Although it was an unorthodox way of making friends and establishing a pod for Zane to be in, it was successful. Zane could complete his mission of discovery and data collection and gain a family. That day was an incredibly harrowing one but he wouldn’t change it a bit if he could. He loves his friends and wouldn’t change it for the world

#ninjago #ninjago headcanons #ninjago mermaid au #spins writes #spins replies #ishusi #hope u like my writing! :D #and i hope i wrote the ninja properly this is my first time ever actually writing the fuckers with dialogue

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Lizzie thought it a bit strange to have her husband’s severed head tucked into the same furnace her food was prepared in. She thought it even more strange that his head could keep talking after being detached from his body. Admittedly, she was probably the weird one for sticking him in there in the first place- but she panicked, alright! It’s not every day that your dear spouse’s skull starts melting off their torso! Actually- she was getting ahead of herself. How did this all start again?

-------

The ocean was beautiful today. Well, it was beautiful everyday- but that wasn’t the point. The point was, Lizzie was ecstatic. Today was the day she’d finally teach Joel to swim. 

Somehow- despite living mere meters away from the water- he’d never learned how. When asked why, all she got was a shrug and a half-baked excuse about “not really getting along” with the sea. How could anyone not like the waters she called home! Well, today was the day that would change, she’d make sure of it.

Her giddiness only grew as she watched Joel’s small rowboat tread over, making his way ever so slowly to the lilypad she was rocking back and forth on. He was crawling along like a baby moving on their own for the first time, but it didn't matter. She’d help him face his fears. Even if by force. 

Eventually, the Mezelean couldn’t stall any longer and came to a stop at his wife’s feet, barely able to look up at her before being pounced on. The boat rocked dangerously as Lizzie squeezed the life out of him. He shrieked in a rather unmanly way. The Ocean Queen thought it was cute, at least.

“Oh, Joel, I’m so happy to see you!” She bounced up and down as the man stepped shakily out of his boat, looking like he’d just watched his whole family be murdered. Nothing a bit of sweet talk couldn’t fix.

“Yeah- well- you almost knocked me out my blummin’ boat!” Joel huffed and ran his hands down his face.

Lizzie just grinned cheekily and poked his shoulder. “You know you love me.”

He sighed again, looking away defeatedly. “...I do.”

That was what brought him here in the first place. His love for his beautiful, lovely wife trumped all fear and wariness he could muster; something that would probably lead to his downfall one day. But for now, that only led to her convincing him to face his fear of water. 

It was an irrational fear, he knew. Void, he’d only ever touched the stuff once in his twenty-six years of sentience. A small perk of being made of clay: you don’t have to bathe. 

Anyway, he was getting off-topic. The only time he’d ever been in the ocean was during an accident while at sea, ending with him being tossed in the drink. He had barely any memory between hitting the water and waking in the Palace infirmary- besides meeting Lizzie, of course.

Speaking of Lizzie, his wife was bent down to his height, staring at him with those (oddly predatory- like a shark cornering its prey) adorable eyes filled with curiosity. 

“Whatcha thinkin’ about?” She asked, head tilting to the side like a dog.

A fond smile spread across his face. He could never resist her puppy (guppy?) eyes, even if she annoyed the shit out of him sometimes. 

“Thinking about the day we met,” Joel cooed, putting on a sappy expression, leaning closer and topping it off with smooch-y lips for the full effect. 

Lizzie’s face twisted into a look of amused disappointment, pushing his face away. “Ugh- why’d I have to marry such a weirdo?”

He cackled. “Hey! I was telling the truth!”

The Ocean Queen’s expression morphed into something more fond. “Really?”

“Really.” Joel would never pass up a chance to tell his wife how much he loves her, and he won’t stop until he’s dead and gone.

“Well if that’s the case, you might be up for a swim!” And with that his feet were swiped out from under him, leaving Joel in a bridal carry in Lizzie’s arms. He gripped her around the neck in panic, a high-pitched yelp tearing out of his throat.

“What? Wait, Lizzie-!”

The splash that followed was sizable and absolutely soaked the axolotl. She mustn't have minded, seeing as he could vaguely hear her slightly-crazed laughter through the waves he’d created. It felt like he was floating and sinking at the same time, as if his body didn’t know whether to fold to his weight or let the air pockets where his organs would be lift him to the surface. 

After what felt like years, the sea finally decided to release him. He gasped as he surfaced even though he didn’t have lungs. A habit he’d picked up from other cultures, he guessed. After blinking the water from his eyes, he was met with his wife’s face centimeters from his. He screamed and fumbled backwards, forgetting he wasn’t on solid ground until he started sinking back into the depths. When he resurfaced Lizzie was crouched to the ground with her arms wrapped tightly around her middle, almost crying with laughter.

Joel spit out some seawater that had found its way inside his mouth as he climbed back onto the lilypad beside her, scowling. He wrung out his tunic, watching as the water poured out of it. “Yeah- you’re lucky I thought to wear less expensive clothes for this!”

His wife’s laughter slowly tapered off and she wiped a clawed finger under her eye. “But it was so funny! Plus, it got you used to the water!”

He huffed. “Used to it? You blummin’ threw me in!”

She put her hands to her hips as she stood up. “There’s no better way to teach a person something new than to throw them straight in!” She paused for a tick. “Literally,” she added. 

Joel shook his head and chuckled softly. How did he end up with such a strange woman? He looked back up to see her tying up her long hair, tongue poking out with concentration, and suddenly remembered why he married her. 

“Are you going to just sit there and admire my beauty, or are you gonna get in the water?”

The Mezalean was snapped out of his thoughts to see Lizzie already in the water. He cleared his throat, a flush creeping over his cheeks. “But you are gorgeous!” He grinned as he gingerly slid off the lilypad and watched as she giggled, flushed, her fins wiggling with giddiness.

“No buttering up the teacher!” She teased, splashing him lightly.

The lesson said “teacher” gave afterward was much less fun than how it began. Don’t get him wrong, Joel loved spending his day with his wife, pressed close to her (even if out of fear at times) and feeling her presence. But his… relationship with the water won in the end.

The first time things seemed wrong was when he slowly started to feel more and more lethargic. His arms felt too heavy to paddle and his legs were fighting to kick. Lizzie suggested they take a break, assuming he was just getting tired. It seemed to work after eating lunch on the lilypad, taking in the sun. But when they got back in the water, things got worse. Way worse.

They were in the middle of him learning to float. Joel had been on his back, Lizzie holding her hands under his back to guide him and make him feel safer. The two had been having a nice conversation about the new additions to Matral Palace’s horse head wall when Lizzie stopped talking suddenly. Joel looked over at her, taking in her confused and slightly worried expression. “Lizzie?” 

“Uh, Joel-” she paused like she didn’t know how to continue. “Are you prone to… melting?”

“What?” He went to sit up, forgetting he was floating, and sunk. He attempted to swim back up like how Lizzie had taught him, but only sunk deeper. He felt heavier than usual, which made panic flare up in his chest. He wasn’t worried about drowning, since he couldn’t. No, compared to his real fear, drowning was nothing. He was scared of sinking to the ocean floor, never to be seen again. As his arms unsuccessfully flailed in the water, he watched as, slowly, chunks of him started to slough off and float up to the surface. He guessed he knew what Lizzie was talking about now. 

He had almost come to terms with the idea of being swallowed by the ocean, but he soon realized that he was in the Ocean Empire and that his wife (and everyone else) knew how to swim. Lizzie was making her way down to him fast, a few of her guards not far behind. When she spotted the state Joel was in, she chattered a few words to them in Oceanic he couldn’t understand. The King watched as the guards started to collect pieces of him from the water. He was thankful they’d come off clean in big chunks, not wanting to lose small, microscopic pieces of himself. Lizzie ended up grabbing his head first- he hadn’t even realized it had separated from his torso. She said something that sounded close to her asking if he was ok. He started to nod before realizing he needed a torso to do that, so he settled for letting out a watery, “Yeah.”

The process of his rescue was a bit of a blur. He supposed it might’ve been the shock, or something like that. He wasn’t sure how, but the next thing he knew, he was back on the lilypad. Lizzie was leaning over him with an expression that was a bit too calm for just seeing her husband break apart. “Joel?”

“Is it bad?”

She glanced back down at where the rest of his body would be. He couldn’t be sure it even was, not that he could move his head to look. “Erm- I don’t know how to say this.”

He breathed out a dry laugh. “Tell me, doc, how much time do I have left?”

“Shut it.” She smiled thinly and flicked at his face, grimacing when the impact left a slight dent in his cheek. Lizzie cleared her throat quickly before continuing. “So, I may have forgotten that you’re made of clay and that clay doesn’t do so well in water…”

Joel hummed. “Yeah, I kinda forgot that too.”

His wife looked at him guilty as she gingerly picked his severed skull from the ground, pressing it to her chest. “Oh Joel- I’m sorry!” She whined, resting her cheek on the top of his head, smearing some of what would be his hair onto her face. 

The Mezalean just chuckled. “It’s fine, Liz. Just patch me back up and I’ll be good to go.”

She leaned back to show him her watery eyes. “Are you sure?”

“Positive.”

-------

Oh, right. She remembers now. 

“Lizzie? Are you even listening?”

Joel’s muffled voice snapped the Queen out of her thoughts. “Huh?”

“I asked if you were listening to me,” he repeated, fondly rolling his eyes.

She smiled. “Well, it’s a bit hard to hear you through the door. And the fire.”

“Fair.” He looked to the side for a second before returning back to her gaze. “How long do you think it’s gonna take to firm the rest of me up?”

Lizzie grimaced and looked out the kitchen’s window. “Erm, no idea.”

“Great,” he sighed. 

A beat of silence passed before either of them spoke again, Joel ending up breaking the awkward air. 

“You know you’ve just given me more of a reason to never swim again, right?”

The axolotl smirked at that. “Is that a challenge?”

He scoffed dramatically. “I just blummin’ fell apart and you want to put me back in the sea!”

She hummed in thought. “Maybe I should get you glazed.”

“LIZZIE.”

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[forever1kay]

[chapter two: don’t worry, everything will be fine]

summary: in which y/n humiliates both herself and her one and only volleyball crush.

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“Y’all I’m freaking out.” Y/n notified her friends as they stepped off of the bus at the beach.

“If it makes you feel better,” Kenma starts, pulling his psvita from his backpack, “He has no clue who you are.”

Y/n gives Kenma a blank stare. “Yeah, thanks K.”

“You have nothing to worry about.” Kuroo told her, wrapping his arm around her shoulders. “If anything goes wrong, we’ll beat him up for you.”

“I appreciate it, but three out of five of you would get stomped.”

“And who do you think wouldn’t get stomped?”

Y/n shrugs. “Probably you and Kotaro.”

“What about me?” Mikey asks, wanting to be included.

“No, remember Molly beat you up last year?” Y/n responds, referring to their two-year-old cousin who was barely a year old when the incident happened.

John Michael hid his face in his hands and continued walking.

When the they stepped into the entrance to the beach, they were enthralled by the decorations and the warm fire. A few teams were already there—that being Seijoh and Inarzaki—but Y/n decided not to stress herself because Karasuno wasn’t there yet.

The four of them went to find a spot to set up while the rest of Nekoma’s volleyball club went their own way. It was about five minutes before Shiratorizawa and Fukurodani showed up.

“Hey, Y/n!” Bokuto yelled, pulling her up from where she sat on her towel. “Come play volleyball with us!”

“You know I suck at volleyball, Ko.” She reminds him, “Everyone will laugh at me.”

“I think everyone else is a little preoccupied.” He pointed over to the left where a group of boys were crowded around what Y/n could only assume was a girl, and no one stood at the volleyball net.

“Oh, okay then.”

Their group went to the volleyball court and tried to teach Y/n and John Michael how to play.

“I expect that all of you will represent Karasuno in a positive manner.” The vice principal lectured everyone from Karasuno who all murmured in response, only half listening.

The volleyball club was excited for this trip, but no one could match Hinata’s excitement.

He’d been restless for days, waiting for this day to approach, and now he’s being held back by a lecture from a guy he doesn’t even like.

“We’ll be on our best behavior, sir. Please let us go play in the beach and we’ll represent Karasuno better than any other schools can represent themselves!” Hinata enthused.

The vice principal side eyed Hinata and then nodded, and everyone finally entered the beach.

Hinata, Nishinoya, Kageyama, and Tanaka immediately ran to the water, stripping off their shirts in the process while the more chill members of the team found things to do on land.

“Where do you guys think the girl who likes Tsukki is?” Tadashi asked, grabbing a deflated floaty from his bag.

“Who cares?” Tsukishima responds, taking a seat near the fire and grabbing a marshmallow. “I certainly don’t.”

“I heard she’s cool, Tsukishima. Maybe you could learn a thing or two from her.” Suga says, trying to discreetly take a seat next to Kiyoko.

“Be nice, Suga.” Daichi replies, squeezing in between Suga and Kiyoko. “But no, seriously, Tsukki. I think you should give her a chance.”

“I’d rather not.”

“Do you guys think that’s her?” Tadashi asks, pointing towards to the volleyball net.

Tsukishima doesn’t look up.

“She’s very pretty.” Daichi compliments.

“Someone that pretty shouldn’t like Tsukishima.” Suga says shamelessly.

“Cut it out!” Tadashi yells, wanting to do nothing more than defend his best friend.

“Sorry, Tadashi.”

“We should go spy on them.” Tadashi suggests.

“Yeah!” Asahi replies, surprisingly eager.

Tadashi and Asahi get up and walk towards the water where the four idiots are playing shark.

“Hey! We’re going to meet Tsukki’s girlfriend! Do you guys want to come?” Tadashi yells, glancing to the left as Suga catches up with them.

The four of them exit the water almost instantly. “Yeah!”

The seven of them walk over to where Kuroo is standing behind you, trying to show you how to serve.

“Hey! I’m Hinata!” Hinata yells suddenly, catching you off guard and making you flinch a little. “Are you Y/n? Kuroo told me about you. Tsukishima may be a big sucky jerk-face, but if you push him enough he’ll like you. That’s how he likes us. Do you like volleyball? I love volleyball. Can we be friends?”

“Calm down, dumbass! You’re gonna scare her away with your stupidity!” Kageyama yells, making you flinch again.

You blink at the two of them who continue to bicker back and forth.

“Should I say something?” You ask.

“They’ll stop on their own. They do this all the time. I’m Yamaguchi Tadashi. I’m Tsukishima’s best friend!”

“Nice to meet you! I didn’t know he had a best friend, Kuroo didn’t mention you.”

Tadashi loooks over to Kuroo who shrugs.

“Anyways, he can be a little mean but sometimes he means well.”

“Just sometimes?”

“Yeah, he’s a little hard to deal with.”

“I’ll keep that in mind.”

“For what?” Kenma asks, sniffling to keep the snot from exiting his nose. “You’re not going to talk to him. You’re too much of a pussy.”

“Kozume Kenma, I will fuck you up.” You threaten.

Kenma shrugs. “Do your worst, I guess.”

You roll your eyes and continue talking to Tadashi about Tsukishima before you all somehow end up splitting in half and playing volleyball together.

With your few minutes of training, you thought that if you served the ball, the outcome would be decent at the least. But when the ball flew way over the net and people started to yell the name of your crush, you knew you fucked up. You ran and didn’t look back.

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[nitewrighter]

JSGWJB PLEASE THAT WOULD BE SO GOOD I BEG YOU PLEASE WRITE THIS

File this under “Fics that have been in my WIPs for 47 years that I finally got the weird burst of energy to complete today.”

I also dedicate this to the neurodivergent “Oh my god I have been a vulnerable human for entirely too long and I need to leave” instinct. Satya, I understand completely. ADHD-Autism solidarity.

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Satya woke with the easy, comfortable weight of Pharah's arm curled across her collarbone. She imagined it was about the same kind of weight a shark or a mermaid might know from snuggling under a sunken piece of wood. The sunlight slatted in through the venetian blinds and Satya glanced over at Pharah, half her face obscured by a pillow. There was, briefly, an instinct to go back to sleep, to ride out this vague pleasantness as long as possible, but, already the sensations and realizations were creeping in. Her mind, against her own will, was piecing together why she was where she was. Satya’s eyes flicked to both of their clothes on the floor, to the holo-clock displaying ‘07:09′ in a soft peachy color that was designed to coordinate with the rising sun, again to Pharah’s arm draped across her, to her own lack of clothes, to Pharah’s lack of clothes, to Pharah’s lack of clothes (continued), to---

Satya forced her eyes to the ceiling of the room. What would Sanjay say? Sanjay wasn’t here now--she was away from Vishkar, she had to keep reminding herself she was away from Vishkar, that she was now opposed to Vishkar--God, she was going against Vishkar--had she completely lost her mind? No--no, no, this morning was the result of weeks of conscious decisions. Decisions leading into decisions, leading into more decisions, leading into training and conditioning sessions with Fareeha, leading into afternoons drinking tea with Fareeha, leading into missions with Fareeha, leading into adrenaline-soaked entirely too emotional close calls with Fareeha, leading to long nights talking in the mess hall with Fareeha, leading to long evening walks around the watchpoint with Fareeha, leading to some late-night tea with Fareeha, leading to here.

Leading to here.

With Fareeha.

Satya kept her gaze fixed on the ceiling and tried (and failed) to will all of weight of the last few weeks and its culmination in this morning, this moment, out of her mind. At the time it had all felt so natural--but then what would happen after this? Breakfast? Leaving a toothbrush here? Small talk? Her eyes flicked back to Pharah, who continued to sleep like a rock.

I just need to think, she thought, as she slipped out from under Pharah’s arm.

I just need to think, she kept thinking as she shimmied into her leggings and pulled on her tunic, toeing into her shoes.

I just need to think, she thought as she was speed-walking out the door.

She wasn’t really sure when the thinking would start--really the next thing she knew she was speed-walking and fidgeting with her fingers nearly halfway across the watchpoint with her mind a buzzing blank of continually starting and self-aborting sentences, seemingly none of them able to muster themselves into a complete concept. There was the still-fresh memory of skin on skin and fingers tickling through her hair and the sensations of Pharah’s body hefting against her own--the push and the weight and the warmth. The air off the sea was cold that morning in comparison.

That was not a hookup, Satya finally thought, speed-walking, A Vishkar architech does not ‘hook-up.’ Wait, I’m not an architech anymore-- I mean, I am, just not for Vishkar. I don’t think Fareeha saw it as a hookup--did she? Oh god, I’m an idiot. I’m on a watchpoint occupied by squatting mercenaries--of course they’re--they’re cavorting every chance they get--no, no, she took me to dinner. And to movie night. And she left those little notes-- Then again, she probably goes out with all sorts of people--No, that doesn’t seem right. Given the amount of resources--I mean it’s not like I would know, would I? I’ve hardly gone out--I should have asked--no, I should have--how would I even start that conversation? Do I even want to start that conversation? Oh no she’s going to wake up and I’m going to be gone and what is she going to think but--”

Satya tripped and was nearly sent sprawling onto the tarmac when a metal hand caught her arm.

“Satya,” Zenyatta said warmly, “So good to see you.”

Oh--it was him she nearly tripped over. Had he been meditating or had she simply been so caught up in her head that she didn’t even register him in her visual field?

“Tekhartha...” the name came out of her throatier than she had anticipated as he gently supported her as she pushed back to her usual arrow-straight posture, “It-it’s good to see you too, my friend.”

“You enjoy a morning walk on the watchpoint as well?” Zenyatta tilted his head at her, pleasantly.

“Buh--Yes!” Satya blurted out, “Y-yes,” she said, trying to compose herself. Her hair--she hadn’t brushed her hair.

“It is good that you are settling in and taking moments like this to embrace the space around you,” Zenyatta went on, glancing around, “I find walks in particular are very helpful for--”

“Satya!” A voice called from a few yards behind Satya and she flinched hard. There was a slap-slap-slap of plastic shower sandals on the pavement and Pharah suddenly ran up alongside her, buckling over to catch her breath. She was only wearing workout shorts and a crew neck sweatshirt, “I--You were gone--” Pharah was panting, unusual, given her impressive athletic ability.

 Oh she was panicking, Satya realized.

“If I made you uncomfortable---” Pharah started, “I really didn’t mean--”

“No! No!” Satya was talking over her, “You were wonderful! Last night was--” Satya caught herself and both she and Pharah glanced over at Zenyatta, who was looking at them with his usual benign lack-of-expression. He knew. Satya knew he knew. She wasn’t sure why him having about as much reaction to it as if she had simply gotten a new shirt was making her more nervous, but it was. Pharah had become starkly aware of Zenyatta’s presence as well and glanced down at her crewneck + workout shorts +socks with shower sandals outfit, before jutting her chin back up and also trying to recover some normalcy.

“...Hello,” Pharah said, half-automatically.

“Good morning, Fareeha,” said Zenyatta.

A long, awkward pause passed between the three of them.

“I can leave, if you two require--” Zenyatta looked between them.

“We’re fine--!” Satya started on reflex.

“It’s fine--” Pharah’s voice overlapped with hers, and then they both looked at each other. 

“I--” Pharah started, and then rubbed the back of her neck, “I probably should have just comm’d you or something--”

“I’m sorry,” Satya started, “I didn’t mean for you to worry. I was just...” she was fidgeting with her fingers, “That is-- I only left because---”

“Ah, my apologies--” Zenyatta said easily, “Satya was on her way to retrieve breakfast for you both at the mess hall, when I ran into her. She would have probably been on her way back had I not delayed her.”

“Eh--” Pharah made a short sound and then swallowed, “I--I could have cooked you something...”

Satya felt her ears burning. “I’m... I can be a picky eater,” she said, and a nervous laugh fell out of her, “And the mood seemed so lovely--I just thought it might be easier if I...got us something.”

“I can handle picky,” a smile tugged at the corner of Pharah’s mouth, “But... I do appreciate the thought.” 

Satya smiled and bit her own lip, tucking a bit of hair back, and realizing her hair was still very much a mess.

“Well, I’m very glad that confusion is out of the way,” Zenyatta spoke up at last and both Satya and Fareeha flinched slightly to remember he was there, but he was already floating off, “I hope you both have a wonderful breakfast.”

“You as well!” Satya called after him and then cringed, pressing her hand against her forehead, “...omnics don’t eat...” she muttered under her breath.

Pharah snorted next to her, and Satya peered through her fingers at her.

“He seems nice,” said Pharah, “To be honest, I didn’t talk to him all that much before because it felt awkward with the whole... monk versus soldier thing. But he seems... nice.”

“He is,” said Satya offhandedly. Another long pause passed between them.

“I am new to this and I am bad at it,” Satya said thickly, her hand still pressed on her forehead.

“Oh I wouldn’t say you’re bad at it,” said Pharah, putting her hands on her hips with an arched eyebrow.

Satya pressed her lips thin and side-eyed Pharah.

“...okay poor taste,” Pharah glanced off, “...don’t suppose I can actually take you up on that breakfast?”

“That... would be nice,” said Satya, tucking her hair back again and realizing, again that it was still a mess, “If--I could get a chance to freshen up first--” 

“Oh--” Pharah glanced down at herself, “Right... right.” 

“I’ll comm you--” Satya started, fingers gesturing nervously in front of herself, but Pharah gently took her hand and kissed her knuckles.

“Take all the time you need,” she said, letting Satya’s hand slip from her own.

“Y-yes. I will. I--I mean I’ll get back to you soon! I--” Satya took a short, balancing breath through her nostrils, her ears still burning, “I’m going to go shower.” 

“Mm-hm,” Pharah folded her arms and watched as Satya pivoted and walked off, nervously running her fingers down a messy strand of hair.

#symmarah #overwatch #overwatch fanfic #Satya fighting for her LIFE out here #pharah #symmetra #zenyatta

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An Impossible Choice

Pairing: Bruce Wayne x F!Reader

Warnings: Forced engagement, physical assault, murder threats, shitty parents, crime mentions, mob boss

Word Count: 1482

A/N: Here is the first part of my new series, In Better Circumstances! Bruce is not actually in this chapter, but when he does get here, he’s not going to leave. This is based off this convenience bonus chapter, but you do not have to read the bonus chapter or convenience to read this, it is a standalone! Anyway, I hope you like it!!

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Y/N struggled to keep the smile off her face as she drove home, her upbeat playlist blasting through her car speakers. The company she had been interning for had offered her a full time position on their design and engineering team. It had been a possibility since she started, yet she never believed it would happen this soon. Of course, there would be a trial period for her new position, but she did not think anything could affect her chances. She wished she could tell Bruce, but when she had talked to him on the phone a week or two before he told her he was going to be off the grid for a little while. He assured her he would be in touch when he could, but she would not be able to contact him first.

What he was doing confused her. She understood when he said he wanted to keep doing a year of different degrees to find out what he liked the best, but going off the grid in a remote monastery was something else. She was worried about him, and as his closest and only friend, she thought it was justified. In fact, she had half a mind to turn her car around and drive to the tower to get Alfred to tell her exactly where he was. But she stopped herself and pulled into the drive of her parents house instead.

She idled in the car. Part of her could not wait to tell her parents the news about her job offer, so that they would finally see that she could do things herself, without their power or influence. But the other part of her said why bother? That surely their reaction would be the same as it always was; faked pride and questions about when she was going to settle down and start a family. There was only one man she had ever considered that possibility with, and to her knowledge he had never even been out on a date.

She sighed and climbed out; there was no use delaying the inevitable.

She could hear whispers coming from down the hall in the direction of the living room as she shut the front door behind her. “You’ll never guess what happened today!” She called as she walked down the corridor. “The company-” The words died in her throat as she walked through the living room door. Her parents were sat on the two seater sofa, the other seats in the room were occupied by four dangerous looking men. But she only had to recognise one of them to know something was wrong.

“Y/N,” Her mother said with forced sweetness and an even more forced smile. “this is-”

“Sal Maroni.” Y/N cut her off and tore her eyes away from the man in question to look at her parents, her heart in her throat. “What have you done?”

“What we had too.” Her father said. He looked uncomfortable, like something was about to happen that he did not agree with.

“Miss L/N, it’s nice to meet you at last. But I suppose I should explain why I’m here. You see, your parents drained your father’s family fortune decades ago. I’ve been… lending a helping hand.” Maroni’s smile was all teeth, he reminded her of a shark. “But the time has come for me to get something in return.”

Y/N’s stomach dropped and she took a step back as Maroni stood from his seat. The two burly men that were clearly some form of security followed suit. She looked to her parents but they were both avoiding her eye.

“This is my son, Pino.” Maroni gestured to the man who was still sat in the armchair. Y/N glanced at him, tall and square, clearly worked out too much, and was staring at her like she was a piece of meat. “He’s at the age now where he needs to be settling down and getting married. And who better to do that with that you.”

“No.” Y/N said, carefully retreating out of the room, her eyes focusing on the men flanking Maroni. “No.”

Maroni smiled his shark like grin. “You wouldn’t like the other choice, princess.”

She bolted. She was halfway to the front door when one of Maroni’s men caught her. He locked her arms into her chest and ignored her flailing legs and demands that he let her go as he half-carried, half-dragged her back into the living room. He threw her to the floor, her knees cracking on the hard wood as she tried to catch herself. Maroni’s hand wrapped into her hair and he used it to pull her up so she was kneeling and levelled her face with his. She gripped onto his wrist as his grip tugged painfully at her scalp, but she kept her eyes on his, refusing to show how terrified she actually was.

Her father stood from his seat to try and intervene, but the man that had grabbed her pushed him back into his seat.

“You said you wouldn’t hurt her.” Her father still said, glaring at the man who had shoved him.

“And I’m not.” Maroni said, even as he tightened his grip on Y/N’s hair, making her eyes water. “Let’s try that again, shall we, princess? I know that you and Bruce Wayne have always been close, and you will have seen first hand what the grief of losing parents can do. So, let me put it like this, you’re going to do exactly what I say and marry my son, or your family will follow in the footsteps of the Waynes. Do you understand me?”

She gritted her teeth, realising he was giving her an impossible choice and she was damned either way. “Yes.” She managed to force herself to say, unable to nod with the stinging grip he had on her.

“Good.” He released her and she dropped back to the floor. He turned to his son, who was still yet to say anything. “Pino, the ring.”

Pino stood from his seat and stalked over to where she was kneeling with a smirk on his face. He roughly grabbed her hand before forcing the ring onto her ring finger. “Congratulations, we’re now engaged.”

She ripped her hand back and held it against her chest like she had been burned. The ring was large and gaudy. She had never hated something more.

“The engagement will be announced in the paper a day from now.” Maroni said, rebuttoning his suit jacket and preparing to leave. “We’ll send you a full meeting itinerary, it obviously won’t do for you two to not know anything about each other. We’re looking forward to you joining the family, Y/N.” He walked out, his son and men following close behind him.

Neither her nor her parents moved for several minutes. Y/N’s mind felt blank, her brain still trying to process exactly what had just happened. But a hand on her arm snapped her back into the moment.

“Y/N-” Her father tried to help her off the floor but she ripped her arm away from him.

“Don’t touch me!” She pushed herself to her feet and bolted back out of the room. She was behind the wheel of her mustang before she even knew what she was doing. She threw it into reverse and swung the car out of the drive. She shot off down the darkening streets of Gotham and was at the old airfield on the outskirts of the city before she even realised that was where she was heading.

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She threw the car door open and fell to the floor as the first sobs racked through her chest. She ripped the ring off and threw it into the passenger side footwell. She pulled out her phone and pressed Bruce’s contact before she even knew what she was doing. But her phone just beeped and told her the number she was trying to reach was currently unavailable. She buried her face in her knees and tried to force air into her lungs, but she felt like she was drowning. Everything that had happened was too much and the only person she wanted, the only person who stood a chance of easing any of the weight resting on her heart, was god knows where doing gods knows what.

Part 2

#bruce wayne #bruce wayne imagine #bruce wayne x fem!reader #the batman #battison #batman x reader #batman imagine #in better circumstances #bruce wayne x reader

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ugh @rtcshipweeks is sm fun but also i did not mean for this to turn out how it did - day 7: favorite penny ship!! spacedolls

maybe cw for death and talks of death/funerals? its sweet i promise but it might be a bit sad

ricky potts wasn't good at making friends. nobody really wanted to be his friend, anyway.

until penny lamb arrived.

she was strange. she came from the commune a few towns over, so she wasn't quite acclimated to such a big environment. something told ricky that she wasn't sure what she was doing. ever.

she stumbled through conversations, barely passed most classes, and couldn't seem to get a hang of anything religious.

but everyday, like clockwork, she came up to ricky during lunch, sat down and started to talk to him. the first day she did it, she admitted that she wasn't sure how to talk to him since he couldn't talk back, but that she wanted to try. he laughed, and nodded to her, pulling out his aac device and introducing himself.

and they talked every day from then on. he started to teach her sign language, and she told him she was teaching her brother so she could get use out of it when she wasn't with him. she helped him fend off bullies, or ocean, with her arguably scary 6' frame and linebacker shoulders. he helped her with homework, and carefully explained the bible when she needed him to.

he met her brother- ezra- and she met his parents and cats. he was forced to teach her the signs for.. less school appropriate things after his mother joked that they should be careful, and always use protection! and that you should at least wait until you're 18. penny giggled at him when he explained it with a warm face and shaky hands.

that also led into him mentioning his lifespan after shooting down her question several times.

'25.' he signed flatly, 'my lifespan is around 25. maybe 30 if i get lucky.'

he could see the moment her heart cracked. "thats not very long."

he shook his head, 'no, it isn't. but life goes on, right?'

she hummed half-heartedly. "i guess so. does it upset you?"

ricky smiled, shaking his head again. 'i've had years to accept it. i'm not happy about it, but my body can only do so much for me. thats okay.'

penny nodded slowly, and he could almost see the gears turning in her head. "do you have a bucket list?"

he blinked, meeting her gaze. 'yeah, i do. i've been told its pretty short, though.'

"whats the first item?"

1. have a picnic on the beach

2. go skydiving (maybe???)

3. get married (for love !!)

4. swim with sharks

5. go apple picking with mom

6. write a book (and publish it !!!)

7. mushroom picking

8. dye hair pink and purple

9. pierce ears

10. play paintball

and it kept going for pages. penny couldn't imagine a long bucket list if she tried, and she wasn't sure she wanted to.

"well, why dont we drive to the store and check one of those?"

1. have a picnic on the beach

2. go skydiving (maybe???)

3. get married (for love !!)

4. swim with sharks

5. go apple picking with mom

6. write a book (and publish it !!!)

7. mushroom picking

8. have pink and purple hair

9. pierce ears

10. play paintball

it took nearly six years to clear the list. ricky was turning 22, and his health was starting to decline a bit faster than he would've liked.

penny stayed with him the whole time, never once willing to leave his side. she helped him and his parents plan for his funeral as it approached, and she promised that any cats his parents didn't want to or couldn't keep would go to her and her brother.

by the time ricky was 24, there was one item left on his list.

3. get married (for love !!)

penny honestly couldn't stand for that. traditionally she knew that the man proposed, but she had pushed him to take this seriously, and he was always able to say no.

and so, penny lamb bought a ring and asked ricky potts to marry her. finally, after nearly eight years, she got to ask.

and he agreed, tears streaming down his face as his hands trembled into a yes, yes please, yes.

and ricky could finally cross off the final item on his bucket list.

they were together in their house, surrounded by cats and trinkets from friends, burrowed under blankets and pillows when he died three years later at 27.

she loved him, and he loved her. until his very last breath, he loved her.

#ride the cyclone #rtc #rtc ship weeks #ricky potts #penny lamb #penny ride the cyclone #ricky rtc #spacedolls #death cw #i feel bad i didnt mean for this to be angsty #whoopsie

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HEY POOKIE BEAR !! HOW ARE YOU!!! was diggin through my drafts and i found this cowboy au thingy.. it was my own interpretation of how jack and davey possibly met but then you posted your version and i just fell in love with it and didn't pay much mind to my draft.. however i think it's pretty fun so here it is :3

Dear Mama,

All is fine. Sarah and I started working at a local store–I work at the register, she stocks the shelves. (If she isn’t slacking off, that is…) I haven’t met anyone interesting yet. To be fair, the folks here aren’t very fond of newcomers, but that’s to be expected from a small town out West.

Well, I suppose that’s all for now. I’ll write often, as I promised. Do tell me how you and Papa are coping with your eldest children gone.

Love,

David

*

David glanced at his pocket watch for what seemed like the hundredth time this hour, and he sighed dramatically. Sarah was late to work. Again. And the shelves weren’t going to magically fill up with all the goods.

“I swear to God, I’m taking her salary when we get paid,” he grumbled to himself, tying his apron tighter as he walked out from behind the cash register. He headed out back, where all the crates were, all of them intact. He took a few of them at once and went back inside, all the while cursing quietly under his breath.

He started with the canned products first. Kidney beans, corn, tomatoes, peaches, pineapples. Thinking of how much he disliked their new home helped speed the process up a bit. The people weren’t welcoming, their employer treated them like some sort of scum, they haven’t even managed to get a proper house yet (mind you, sleeping at a saloon room was an absolute nightmare for several reasons), and Sarah was never doing her job. David didn’t even know where she was off to the majority of the time, and her explanations (or lack thereof) definitely didn’t help. All in all, David missed home so far, missed the comfort of his own bed and the familiar noises of New York’s bustling city life, missed his parents, missed his… Well, okay, he didn’t really have friends, so that remained unchanged.

When David was about halfway done with restocking, a customer walked in, and so of course he had to come back to the register.

“Good morning, sir,” he greeted with a forced smile. “What do you need today?”

The stranger waltzed around the store, looking at the wares, and David took the opportunity to get a good look at him–a man his age, maybe a few years older, really fancy. A brimmed hat which made him look like a card shark, a nice, checkered vest, underneath it a white dress shirt, and some striped pants. He didn’t look like trouble, David decided, and so he eased a little, simply letting the man look at the products.

“I don’t suppose you sell, say, ammunition, perhaps, good sir?” the man asked, a kind, almost cheeky smile on his face as he finally walked up to the register. He looked past David, at the back of the store, and he definitely noticed the sturdy door which led to the room in which all the money was stored, in an iron safe.

“We do, for revolvers and rifles,” David nodded, and he started turning around to reach for a small cabinet behind the register, where the ammunition was hidden. Safety measures, or whatever the boss said.

“Alright, thank you, sir,” the man said and tipped his hat, but strangely enough, he started walking out of the building without buying anything. “Stay safe, yeah?”

David creased his eyebrows and watched the man closely. “Yes, thank you,” he answered half-heartedly, and waited for the man to come back or for literally anything to happen. When a few minutes had passed and nothing happened, David decided to let it go. He went to get another crate, this time filled with ammo, and started placing the little cartons in the cabinet.

Then, he heard the door open again, the little bell ringing, and a pair of heels on the wooden floor. He figured that since he could hear the strong clink of the heels, it must’ve been Sarah.

“Sara, znów się spóźniasz,” he scolded his older sister without turning around, using their native tongue. “Przysięgam, jeśli jeszcze raz będę musiał za ciebie wykładać towar, to biorę twoją pensję–”

The words quickly died in his throat as he heard a click. That was, undoubtedly, a gun. As he slowly turned around, a man came into his vision. A cowboy. Of course.

“This is a robbery, good sir,” the man said with a strong accent, pointing his gun right at David, and David felt his heart speed up significantly, his eyes going wide, his hands shaking as he let the crate drop to the ground. “Just stay where you are an’ you won’t get hurt, yeah?”

David nodded, or at least he tried to, frozen in place. He raised his hands in a defensive motion, watching as the cowboy approached. It was now very clear that the heels were just his cowboy boots, moreover, David could now hear the noise the spurs made as the man walked closer. He had two holsters, one of them obviously empty, and if that amount of guns wasn’t enough, he also had a double-barreled shotgun on his back, and given by the stern look in his eyes (the rest of his face being hidden by a red bandana), he was ready to use it and blow a hole into David’s chest.

“Now, give me the money from the register,” the robber commanded as he got close, the barrel of the gun aiming directly between David’s eyes.

David didn’t take long to comply, because he decided that he isn’t paid enough to risk his life. He opened the cash register, struggling a little, given how his hands trembled and how he had trouble with seeing straight, but eventually, he handed the register's contents to the cowboy–a generous wad of money and a few coins.

As the cowboy quickly eyeballed the amount of money, he let out a disapproving grunt, shaking his head. “C’mon, I know it ain’t all,” he said, his finger resting on the revolver’s trigger. “The room in the back, it’s there, ain’t it? Won’t you be helpful and open it?”

David swallowed thickly and started walking backwards slowly, all the while holding his hands up and looking right at the man. He dug in his pocket for a moment and fished out the key eventually, then made quick work of the door lock and eventually opened it, immediately stepping aside.

The man walked into the room, but when he saw the safe, he scoffed. “Son of a… ‘Course,” he said, mostly to himself, and stuck his head out. “Race! Get inside and help me, would ya?”

“You said I was s’pposed to be on the lookout!” a voice from outside the store yelled.

“And now I’m tellin’ ya to get your ass over here!”

David couldn't do anything but watch on as the two partners in crime yelled at each other, which continued even as the other man walked inside. David couldn’t believe his eyes when he saw that it was the same card shark guy from before.

“Howdy again, good sir, excuse my dumbass of a partner there,” said Race, which was what his partner called him.

“Damn it, Racer, shut up and tie the damn guy before he runs outta here and gets the sheriff to intervene!” the man instructed as he struggled with opening the iron box, his ear right next to the lock as he listened to its clicks.

How am I you ask? Upon seeing this in my ask box I immediately burst into tears 😋 thank you my friend for this because 🤲🤲🤲 I needed it and it made my day so much better and like ???!!!!! It’s so good??? You say you fell in love with my version but like !!!! I just fell in love with this!!!!! It’s so perfect 😭 we get David and Sarah bickering and Sarah doesn’t even enter the scene which is so amazing and Jack and Races dynamic??!!!!!!! Ahhhhhhhhhh it’s so good it’s so so good oh my gosh… also hot cowboys tying up the helpless cashier 👁️👁️ pretty gay if you ask me. Anyway if I were at my usual functioning level this would just be me in all caps screaming but I’m very tired so just imagine this is in all caps with a lot of exclamation points and key smashes. This is everything I love it so much Dave so so much gah! And Jack’s guns??!! He’s so cool gosh darn 🫶🫶🫶‼️

#genuinely opened it for the first time before class and had to immediately close it so I wouldn’t sob in class #went back to my room and read it and sobbed #closed it went to class #then got back to my dorm read it again and cried #Dave you’re so amazing #asks #cowboy au #ftm-megamind

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A/N: Not edited fully self indulgent, short lmao enjoy

Allow me to tell you the story of a very special woman named (Y/n), but to truly tell her story we must begin with a very bad man.

The land of Frell was a tight knit community. Since the dawn of magic, those who were touched by it, be it elves, or giants, or warlocks, all lived peacefully amongst their mortals neighbors. For centuries it was a lush kingdom. Bountiful harvests blessed by the local witches, giants would help with the local construction, all in all it was a prosperous, accepting land. That is until King Toshinori mysteriously disappeared leaving his seat on the throne up for grabs, and of course the man he’d spent years keeping in check was the one to take it.

Enji Todoroki was the antithesis to everything King Toshinori stood for, while one was warm in his kindness and virtue, the other was a war hardened general turned king, despite being blessed with the strongest fire magic one could have, the man himself was a cold, unforgiving brute, his ruling style shifted the kingdom of Frell drastically, only those he deemed strong could freely practice their magic, anyone who he couldn’t control was banished into the deepest parts of the forest, hidden away from his ever watchful gaze. Overnight the peace that had long since blanketed the kingdom was ripped away. His snobbish ideals and behavior influenced the people of Frell, not all, but most changed with the times in a means to stay afloat, the gap between the commonwealth and the nobles had never felt wider, the people who hadn’t succumbed to his will learned to protest silently, lest they too be sent to the forests. Before he’d taken power and changed the fates of all those around him, a very special woman was brought into the world in a cozy cottage.

(Y/n) was born into a loving family. A beautiful woman bounced the cooing baby against her chest, while she herself wasn’t gifted in the magical arts, she’d always had a love for them, so she filled baby (Y/n)’s ears with the best tales she could, the child’s big eyes were filled with wonder as she listened to her mothers soothing voice. Yu, the house fairy who’d been with the (L/n)’s since she herself was a girl, had stumbled into the room, her eyes squinted in adoration at the loving sight. Wanting to be helpful she thrust her hands towards a baby blanket on the nearby dresser. “Come on you stupid thing- come to mama, that’s right up!” She encouraged the now floating object towards her, eagerly waiting for it to fall in her open palms, only for it to fly into her face. 

“I gotta work on that! Don’t worry I’ll get it next time!” The sweet, but clumsy, woman added cooing over the fussy baby. Her mother, Mera, could only laugh .

The picturesque moment was quickly shattered by the familiar sound of a fairy entering the home. The mischievous voice of Miruko carried throughout the space, “Hellooooo ladies~ coming in hot!”, giving the new mother and her house fairy mere moments before she arrived. 

“Oh gods- she gives the worst gifts.” Mera spoke, fear chipping at her voice, her newborn pressed protectively against her chest. Yu paced the room anxiously, knowing how backwards Miruko’s magic was. “Not if she can’t find her!” The fairy gently took the bundle from her mother, quickly placing her in the closet behind them, and just in time as the rabbit like woman finally made her entrance.

With a flourish of shimmering lights and a sprinkling of glitter, there she stood in all her glory. The eccentric fae wasted no time, bounding over to the new mother with a shark like grin. 

“Miruko here, Fairy Par excellence.” She spoke with a half hearted curtsy. “So Mera, where is the little brat? I’ve come to bless sweet thing as is customary.” Her hand gave a little flourish at the end of her sentence, Mera smiled in gratitude,

”She’s out on a walk.”

“She’s with her grandmother.” Mera and Yu said respectively, they shared a look before Mera corrected, “She’s out with her grandmother, on a walk, but even a visit from a busy guardian like yourself is a gift.” 

The white haired fae gave a knowing look to the pair.

”It’s always so funny watching humans lie, you guys are so bad at it!” She laughed brushing past the two to give the room a once over. All too quickly she noticed the cracked open closet door and was soon holding the baby up. “Ahh so cute, what gift shall we give little (Y/n) today hmm?”  As soon as she touched her, (Y/n) began to cry as hard as her little body could, the tall woman holding her awkwardly bounced the baby, clearly uncomfortable with the upset child. “Hush now. I can’t concentrate with all that fussing now can I?” She spoke at the now bawling baby, frustration growing by the second. “Not a very well behaved little stinker is she?” The large grin she sported only seemed to upset (Y/n) more. 

“(Y/n) of Frell, I give you the gift of Obedience.” She snapped her fingers with a glimmer of light and sighed. “Now go to sleep!” The young (Y/n) instantly fell under, only waking when the fairy command, “Ah, now wake up!” 

The rich skinned woman turned to the pair, proud of her work. “See? Isn’t this the perfect gift for such a sweet thing?” Yu held her face in horror at the sight, angry she couldn’t do more to stop it. “No! That’s terrible. It’s horrid to have to do what you’re told!” Miruko gave her fellow fairy a hard look, red eyes squinting in disbelief. “Take it back.” Yu demanded, holding her ground despite the very real power difference between the two. 

“I have a no return policy. And if you’re feeling ungrateful, I could always just turn her into a rabbit.” Her fingers hovered over the babe in warning, “A rabbit!” Mera exclaimed, on the verge of feinting. “It’s a lovely gift! Wonderful for a baby girl right Mera?” Yu quickly corrected herself, in turn Miruko smiled again, holding the babe out to her mother. “You should be thanking me. I just gave you the perfect child.” 

In spite of the spell (Y/n) grew up of strong mind, her gift made her obedient, but her heart made her kind. 

That kindness would get her in more trouble than her gift it would seem, as she would soon meet the future hero of Frell himself, a vengeful barbarian, a loyal knight, the youngest Royal Prince, A Dragon shifter, a few warlocks and a witch, each dangerous in their own right and horribly smitten with our dear (y/n)

#yandere #yandere x reader #yandere x y/n #yandere bnha #bnha fantasy au #yandere various #self indulgence time

[thetragicallynerdy]

game night - jim/ed modern au style

(This ficlet is set in the modern au, aka the Jim/Ed tattoo artist/flower shop au, a long mainly sad au where Jim and Ed find each other at bad times in their lives. This part is a soft part, though.)

"So I can steal your shit."

Ed nods and taps the desert tile. "If you roll a 7, yes."

There's a gleam in Jim's eye that tells him they'll be trying to roll as many seven's as they possibly can. "Sweet. And I'm trying to build houses and shit?"

"And roads. Armies too, if you buy development cards."

"Buy the fucking development cards," Izzy cuts in drily. "Best way to win, in my opinion."

Jim squints suspicously at him. "Uh huh. And I should focus so much on development cards that I don't build castles and shit, is that right?"

Izzy smirks and crosses his arms. "Far be it from me to tell you how to play."

Ed's attention gets pulled away as Fang and Ivan make their way back into the room, both carrying an assortment of food and drinks. Beers, tortilla chips and salsa, and fresh cut veggies that Fang insists on serving because 'game night can be healthy too!'

"Only listen to Izzy a little bit," Fang cautions, handing Jim a beer, cap still on like he knows it'll make them safer. "He gives good advice, but in a way that benefits him."

Ed tries not to pay *too* much attention to the way Jim immediately pulls a knife out of their waistband and uses it to pop the cap of their beer bottle off. It's entirely too hot, and if he stares too long at the way their hands hold the knife then Izzy will notice, the observant fucker.

"I give excellent advice," Izzy protests. "Would I lead Jimbo here astray?"

It's only recently that Izzy, Ivan, and Fang have started calling Jim 'Jimbo,' and it makes Ed smile every time. Makes Jim smile too, even though they try and hide it. He wonders if they have anyone else in their life that likes them enough to call them by a nickname.

"The first time I played, Izzy told me to not worry about building near him, that he wouldn't be in my way at all," Ivan tells Jim, pointing a carrot stick at Izzy. "Fucker blocked me in with roads and settlements within five turns."

Izzy gins like a shark that just smelled blood in the water. "And I taught you a valuable lesson about alliances and how they can be broken, didn't I."

"Taught me not to fucking trust you," Ivan laughs, giving him the finger. "Not stupid enough to fall for it twice."

The gleam is back in Jim's eye, and it almost mirrors Izzy's. Ed grins at the sight of it. He can't wait to see how quickly they pick up the game. They're smart as fuck, and he's seen how vicious they can be when they want to. He hadn't realized how *competitive* they could be until the first time he'd brought over a deck of cards. They're going to give Izzy a run for his money, Ed just knows it.

Ed is good at Catan too - damn fucking good, he has the mind for tactics and a great sense of the game - but he usually gets bored as fuck half-way through and loses as a result. But if Jim is around, then maybe Izzy would finally lose a game here and there. Or even better, maybe Ed would finally find something worth keeping his attention for a whole round.

"So are we putting money on this or what?" Jim asks, leaning towards Izzy and tapping the table.

"That's the spirit," Izzy rasps, grinning even wider. "Twenty bucks -"

"No!" Fang buts in, exasperated. He glares at Ed. "Edward, you brought us another one? No gambling here!"

Jim sits back and pouts, while Izzy glowers at Fang. "If none of you want in, then just Jim and I -"

Fang just shakes his head firmly. "No gambling, love, you know the rules." When Izzy grumbles he leans over and plants a kiss on Izzy's cheek, which makes Izzy shut up, and also turns his face beet red. As if they haven't been basically married for the better part of five years. "At least not for money, or anything worth money."

"Fucking fine." Izzy glares at Jim. "Whoever wins owes the other a pack of smokes."

Jim grins, holds out their hand, and just like that, the bet is made. "It's a bet, motherfucker." 

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"Read 'em and weep, motherfuckers!" Jim crows, slamming a knight card onto the table, followed by a handful of other development cards. Two victory points, and they already have the longest road -

They lean over the table and swipe the largest army from Izzy's hand. He squawks, but they're faster than he is, and they're already back in their seat, grinning wider than he's seen in months.

"You've played before," Izzy accuses, pointing a finger at Jim. "You cheating fucker, you -"

Jim laughs. "Nah man,  I've never played before. What, you think this game is *hard*?" They lean over the table again, holding out a hand palm-up. "Now pay up, man."

Izzy's nostrils flare. "Double or nothing."

"This is why we don't bet," Ivan snorts, standing up and stretching before he leans over to press a kiss to Izzy's head. Just like before, Izzy's cheeks turn a brilliant shade of red. "Give Jim the smokes they won, babe."

"They cheated!" Izzy protested, waving at Jim and looking back and forth between Ed, Fang, and Ivan's retreating back, heading for the kitchen. "We all saw it!"

Ed kicks lightly at Izzy's foot and grins. "Ah, Iz, forgot what a sore loser you are. You're just pissed because you got cocky and Jimbo here outsmarted you."

Izzy glares at him, then rolls his eyes. "Fucking dick. Fine." He bares his teeth at Jim. "Well played, Jim. I'm going to have a smoke, then I'll get you your fucking pack, and then we're playing another round so I can kick your ass."

"Can't wait." Jim has the audacity to wink at Izzy, and Ed can't hold back the laughter anymore. Izzy rolls his eyes, then heads for the backyard. Fang makes a retreat too, carrying empty beer bottles and the chip bowl for a refill.

When the room is empty Ed leans over and wraps a hand around the back of Jim's neck, bringing them in for a kiss. Their mouth is still curved into a smile, and he loves it, loves seeing them happy and carefree for once.

"Gotta be honest with me," he whispers when he pulls away, grinning so they know he's teasing. "Have you played before?"

They shake their head, whisper back just as conspiratorially. "Nope." Their grin widens. "But I did bring loaded dice."

Ed laughs so hard he falls off his goddamn chair.

#jim/ed #jim jimenez #edward teach #ofmd fanfic #tragicallynerdy writes #don't worry izzy was also cheating #he steals fangs cards when fang gets distracted #this is less a wip and more a small ficlet set in the universe