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ladykissingfish · 6 months

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Madara: Hashi, why doesn’t your granddaughter like me?

Hashirama: What do you mean? Is Tsuna being rude to you when I’m not around?

Madara: No, it’s just … she never talks to me unless I talk first. She never looks me in the eye. Do you think maybe we got together too fast, after Mito died? That maybe she resents me or thinks I’m trying to take her grandmother’s place?

Hashirama: *puts his arms around Madara* Stop talking nonsense, old man. Tsuna knows about our past, and how I’ve always felt about you.

Hashirama: But you’ve got to remember, she really knows nothing about you. And she’s a teenage girl; her interests aren’t realy going to lie in being best friends with her old grandpa’s husband, you know?

Madara, sighing: I suppose you’re right …

Hashirama: I am right. Just give it some time; she’ll come around eventually.

*several weeks later*

Tsunade, going into the Hokage office: Gramps? Are you ready to — oh.

Madara: He got called away to settle a dispute between two shop owners. But he should be back in just a little bit, if you want to wait?

Tsunade: *nods and sits in a chair, looking out the window*

Tsunade, muttering to herself: Damn … there goes that girl again chasing after Dan. I ought to go after her and punch her lights out.

Madara, quietly: That wouldn’t do you a bit of good, child.

Tsunade: *turns her head sharply to look at him* What?

Madara: Punching somebody is a very poor effort to extract revenge for a wrong. The bruise will heal and as soon as it does, they go right back to the same behavior. Have you warned her about staying away from this “Dan”?

Tsunade: Yes, but she just laughs at me and says that if I’m not enough to hold his attention, then she should be free to take him if she wants.

Madara: Ah. Still, punching her or any sort of physical violence won’t be effective.

Tsunade: Then what am I supposed to do?!

Madara: Halloween is around the corner. Do you happen to know if she has any fears?

Tsunade: Well, once at academy a little blackbird flew into the window. She panicked and was screaming and crying until some kids caught it and let it back out. So, I suppose birds.

Madara: If she reacts so dramatically over a little blackbird, how do you think she’d react to several hundred hawks and falcons?

Tsunade: She’d probably be traumatized for life. But who in the world would have that many large birds??

Madara: *grins*

*several days later, Halloween afternoon*

Tsunade, running in to Hashirama’s office: It worked! I told the hawks and falcons to circle her and surround her, and they did! I threatened that if she didn’t leave Dan alone, she would suffer the same punishment every day! And she agreed to back off!

Tsunade: Thanks, Uncle Madara! *hugs him and leaves*

Hashirama: Ah? Did — did you show Tsuna how to command your birds — ?

Madara: Mm. Turns out we share two big interests; animals, and revenge.

Hashirama:

#hashimada #old age au #hashirama x madara #tsunade x dan #hashirama senju #madara uchiha #tsunade senju #madara the falconer #Halloween #halloween 2023 #bonding 😌

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pinkhairedlily · 2 years

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“You’re at liberty to use it. It’s almost like a birthright.” Sasuke’s bony fingers trace the crevices on her still beautiful face. One spell and Sakura can restore her youth whereas he can gracefully descend into the twilight of his life.

She holds his hand in hers as they touch together the wrinkle folds on her forehead. “Oh but love, these are the years I spent with you.” The testament of time, Sasuke realizes, has always been a testament of love.

She brings his fingers to her lips, passing seasons unable to tamper her smile and the ensuing butterflies.

#sasusaku #uchiha sasuke #uchiha sakura #sakura #sasuke #old age au #snippet!pinkhairedlily

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faeriescorpio · 1 year

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blog directory stuff: my AUs

My AUs: easily accessable through tags of this post I hope :( list of AUs below:

What I Wouldn’t Give To Trade Places/WIWGTTP AU: William/Damien roleswap, but half-abandoned

Damien Time Travel AU: fanfic with like 1 art, WIP, also WKM related

2020: did egotober and whumptober at the same time and finished both prompts every day (also fanart) 2021: doing just whumptober mostly fics 2022: Going Gray/Old Age AU that is just two fics and a comic 2023:

Did a Dark!DA au where Damien’s not part of Dark instead of DA I think?, see ADWM AU where Dark exists but the DA also has powers?

Spy AU in the form of a comic. Eric Derekson trying to navigate the spy world, while also unraveling the spy corporations darkest secret... (insp.-roles-pt1-pt2-pt3-pt4-pt5)

bodyswap au. exactly how it sounds my guy. humor based

ive got no AUs that ive made any posts about so far this year but i do have Aus in my brain

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clownsuu · 11 months

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Question... Robbie.... In the mob au? 👀

Get girlie popped KDHDHDH

At first I really wanted to make him like- completely unnoticeable and nobody fuggin remembers him despite being a member JDHDHFHHF- but I wanted to make him interact with Dr.Stone so instead he’s a member thats just rarely seen anymore (Wally totally didn’t get rid of him cause he kept being fuggin annoyin)

kinda all brawls no brains like sally- used to chaotically collect debts peeps have with the ol mob (still does but significantly less since now he’s a fetcher for Dr Stone for more harder to get goods the mob needs. The mob technically can go without the help of Dr.Stone, however he is a middle man that knows just about everything needed for successful heists/deals with his knowledge and name alone)

also? This dude doesn’t know what a bed is he sleeps on just about anything (can sleep like a baby face first in a trash can)

#A minor character really just like Dr Stone #Grumpy old fart and (early) middle aged chaos #Welcome home #welcome home barnaby #welcome home sally #welcome home mob au #I still get asks if peeps can draw their ocs in the au #If I can throw my dum lil kids in this dawg you can too LMAOOO #Also cosplays and other things of the sort #I do not mind A N Y T H I N G as LONG as it is (other) clown compliant!!!#I don’t own the characters after all just the au idea!#barnaby b beagle #sally starlet #Welcome home oc robbie #robbie robs

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dulcesiabits · 2 years

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nice to meet you again.

summary: as a young child, you’re suddenly transported to twisted wonderland, and become fast friends with a boy around your age before you finally find a way home. Years later, you crash the opening ceremony at NRC, with no memories of your previous time in twisted wonderland as a child. (ft. ruggie, leona, jamil, kalim).

notes: 2k words, drabbles, childhood friends au, fluff + angst

Ruggie Bucchi

Ruggie could never tell you this, but the first time he saw you, he thought you were an angel.

It wasn’t weird for different kids from around the neighborhood to pop up in his nanna’s kitchen, but you were a little different from the others. You looked like a regular human, clinging to his nanna’s skirts. Ruggie kept chasing you around, trying to get a better look, and you kept running away until his nanna told you two to stop.

When his nanna told him that you were far from home, and would be staying with them for a little while, Ruggie wondered if you were a real angel after all. His nanna had asked him to look after you until you adjusted to life here, so he’d do his best to protect you! You didn’t look like you’d last a single day on the streets, after all.

The two of you would run around on the streets, and Ruggie introduced you to all his friends, playing games until the sun set and his nanna called the two of you to eat dinner. He would hunt for flowers and rip them up, dirt still clinging to the roots as he offered them to you. And Ruggie taught you how to bargain, how to run from risky situations, how to sweet-talk the more naive adults (he would have taught you to pickpocket, too, but... he didn’t want you to get in trouble. Besides, he liked it when you bandaged his scrapes and bruises after a particularly risky adventure).

That didn’t mean you were safe from his pranks, though. Sometimes he would swipe one of your favorite items, or steal a bite of your dinner when you weren’t looking. If anyone else tried to mess with you, though, he’d get ‘em back for trying to make you cry.

You and Ruggie were a team! You were, until the day he came home with your favorite snack hidden in his back pocket, and his nanna told him you had went home.

---

He knew who you were as soon as you stepped foot into the mirror room with a trouble-making cat, ruining the freshman orientation ceremony. Ruggie hadn’t believed it at first, but he would never forget you, even if you were years older... and didn’t remember him.

How could you forget him? Did he mean nothing to you? Did the time you spent together meaning nothing?

Fine. He had dealt with worse. The two of you would just be strangers again, even if Ruggie couldn’t stop himself from looking out for you every now and then.

(Maybe it was better that way. Ruggie wasn’t ashamed of who he was, but you knew him when he was nothing, had less than he did now. If you did remember him, what would you think of him...?)

Leona Kingscholar

His brother, Falena, was the sun.

There was nowhere Leona could go to escape his presence; Falena’s blinding light would make its way to every corner of the palace, touch upon every servant.

Everyone was always on Falena’s side. It was destined from the start that Leona would never be able to live up to him. No matter how fast he ran, how far he went, he could not escape it.

But you, the strange kid from another world that Falena had so graciously taken in? You were different.

You followed him around without fear, never heeding the whispers of the servants. You would marvel at every feat of magic he performed, your eyes glittering. You were his first friend, his sole companion, the only one who preferred him over his brother.

Who cared if the servants muttered about him, if his father’s attention was never fully given to him? Leona had you. He snuck into the kitchens with you to beg for extra desserts before dinner. He would sit on the balcony and the two of you would play chess, and he let you make up as many rules as you wanted. At night, he showed you magic that lit up his room, gentle rays of sunlight that danced across the walls, a private sun just for the two of you.

When you spent time with Falena instead, he felt a weird prickling in his chest. Why was his brother making you smile like that? Leona didn’t like it, one bit. he would tug you away, making up some excuse as he did so, his scowl melting as you gripped his hand, asking what he wanted to do today.

(He couldn’t let you be something else that Falena took from him, someone else that would never be his).

But one day, you went home. And Leona was alone again.

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When he met you again years later as you crashed the opening ceremony at NRC, Leona could only marvel at your audacity.

You came into his life, gave him a taste of happiness, and then left? And now you had no memories of your past with him? When Leona had recognized you right away, because he would never have been able to forget you, even if he wanted to?

He had no plans to get close to you again. You’d already broken his heart once, and you would never get the chance to do so again.

(He watched you play chess once, and when asked where you learned how, you only shrugged. Someone important to me taught me how, a long time ago, you said. If he had been so important to you, why did you forget him?)

Jamil Viper

Jamil could only regard you with suspicion the day Kalim took you in.

A lost child, from a land no one had ever heard of? Likely story. His parents had trained him for such situations, and it was probable you were an assassin. But Kalim’s bleeding heart could never turn you away, and so you found yourself a place at the Asim mansion, against Jamil’s better judgement.

It took a while for him to warm up to you, to be honest. It wasn’t his job to be your friend, not when you were Kalim’s treasured guest. But... you and Kalim always insisted on playing with him, and the more he got to know you, the more Jamil realized he liked you.

With you, Jamil could be himself. You didn’t know about his history, his role, never reminding him that his only purpose was to give up everything for Kalim. The two of you could just be friends, ordinary friends.

Jamil would show you around the markets, using his allowance to buy the two of you food from street vendors. The two of you would run around the mansion, playing tag and hide and seek and so many other games as the exasperated servants chided you for bumping into them. And, sometimes, when no one was looking, Jamil would show you the spells he had diligently practiced in secret, fire dancing across his fingers. The look on your face made everything worth it, because you were the only one who he could show the full extent of his abilities.

Once, you got hurt. Jamil could only blame himself, for not being able to keep you safe, for forgetting, just a moment, the dangers of the Asim household. If he had just been more careful, more capable, more powerful... he wouldn’t have had to wait by your bedside, holding your left hand, waiting for you to wake up.

(The assassin who hurt you had been after Kalim, and Jamil heard whispers that the adults have purposefully put you in harm’s way so Kalim would stay safe. Jamil hated this place, and the scheming adults, and... and especially Kalim: they had all done this to you).

And then, one day, you left without a word, back to the strange place you said you hailed from. Jamil could do nothing but wonder what he could have done for you to stay.

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It took him a while to piece together that the troublemaker from the NRC opening ceremony was you.

Jamil kept his distance, watching you run around and laugh with your friends the way you used to do with him. It shouldn’t have surprised him that you didn’t remember him. He should have known better than to expect much.

Maybe Jamil should let the memories of you go, tuck them away safely where it wouldn’t hurt to think about you.

(He was chasing after your ghost. What if you weren’t the same person he had cared about? What if you were, and he had to see everything he lost as you looked at him like a stranger?)

Kalim Al-Asim

As soon as Kalim saw you, wandering lost and alone, he took you by the hand and insisted you come home with him.

That’s how you ended up in the Asim mansion, Kalim guiding you by the hand as Jamil trailed behind. How could he have just leave you out on the streets when you looked so sad? Besides... this meant he had one more friend to play with!

Kalim adored you, from the bottom of his heart. Despite people’s grumblings, he didn’t doubt for a second you were innocent, and that you wouldn’t hurt him. You didn’t even know who he was, and the weight of his family name meant nothing for once... Kalim loved everyone, but things were a little different with you.

The moment he was awake, Kalim would run to your room, bouncing on your bed until you were ready to spend all day with him. He was reluctant to part with you during the night, and often he would sneak over to your room for a sleepover until you fell asleep while talking.

He wanted nothing more than to give you the best of everything: the tastiest foods, the prettiest jewels, the fluffiest pets. If you had asked for the stars in the sky, Kalim wouldn’t have rested until he had plucked them for you; he would have done anything for his dearest friend.

The two of you would run around the mansion with Jamil, doodling in the courtyard with chalk. Kalim would dance with you, taking you by the hands to lead you into clumsy step after clumsy step until you fell down, giggling. You would sneak into his lessons, making faces at him when the teacher’s back was turned.

It would have been wonderful if things could have continued like this forever. But you were poisoned one day, ingesting a meal that had been meant for him, and you laid sick in bed for days. Kalim had cried, holding your right hand, refusing to leave until he was certain you would wake up again.

(He could have given up all his treasures if you would be okay. He would give up the Asim name. Please, please, please... you couldn’t leave him like this).

He should have protected you! Kept you safe! Maybe that’s why you left one day without a word, back to the world you came from.

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Kalim is overjoyed to see you in NRC again. He would have known who you were, even if his eyes were closed and his ears covered. It was you, after all. He could never forget you!

But... you forgot him. That was okay. Kalim didn’t mind, not if it meant you were happy, and alive. He didn’t mind that you forgot, even if it hurt a little to see you look at him in confusion, as if you could almost remember who he was.

But he was okay, now that he had you in his life again! Even if you never wanted to be friends, or you weren’t close with him anymore, he would be fine, as long as you were right there where he could see.

(What if he put you in danger again? What if you remembered your past together, and you got hurt? He couldn’t stand seeing you in pain anymore. So Kalim could only do his best to protect you by letting you go, burying every urge to pull you close to him).

#liya writes #twisted wonderland #ruggie bucchi #leona kingscholar #jamil viper #kalim al asim #twisted wonderland x reader #ruggie bucchi x reader #leona kingscholar x reader #jamil viper x reader #kalim al asim x reader #kalim al-asim x reader #kalim al-asim #I LOVE CHILDHOOD FRIEND AUS SM #also imagine being childhood friends with kalim and jamil..... they would be so cute...#how old are they as kids? uh... vaguely 8 or smth #(Im not good with ages)

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avocadotoastii · 9 days

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what I like most about this is that it could go either way and still work perfectly. I like to think Zuko owned the pink one and Katara made the blue one for Sokka forever ago, and then when Sokka got too tall and Zuko peaked height-wise at thirteen, Sokka just gave him the blue nightgown as a gift

And then Zuko thought he needed to give Sokka a gift back and so he gave him the pink robe and Sokka never takes it off.

#atla #atla fanart #zuko #sokka #sokka/zuko #zukka #zukka fanart #relationship dynamics #fanart #atla zuko #atla sokka #atla au where nothing changes except zuko’s short as fuck #Sokka: why is this twelve year old chasing us??#Zuko: I’M SIXTEEN #Sokka: YOU’RE MY AGE?!!??!#Toph just makes fun of him #Aang: gets taller than Zuko ever will at fourteen #Zuko: maybe my dad was right about capturing the avatar

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phoenixyfriend · 7 months

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Something something """canon""" age difference, modern AU where Rex actually is a decade younger than Anakin

And for Reasons, 34yo Anakin and 39yo Padme have decided to invite this Hot Young 24yo Who Just Exited The Military into their bed for a quick romp that turns into something of a longterm relationship that is sortakinda sugaring

………….just realized this makes Rex only [checks math] twelve or thirteen years older than the twins.

Which is very funny to me. These tweens are so unimpressed by the GI Bill college guy their parents are wooing. Is this supposed to be their new babysitter? A nanny? Wait, he's your boyfriend??? EW.

Such a weird age difference to have with your sorta stepkids