#tumble baby come back from the war

[wileys-russo]

Alessia “you’re so competitive” in the pool

chicken II a.russo

"tooney!" came the outright cry of a few as the girl bombed into the pool and a wave of water rained down, the mancunian popping up from the water with a grin.

"what?" ella questioned innocently, unable to say another word as millie jumped on top of her, pushing her underwater and receiving a cheer in response. "mill!" ella spluttered out, launching at her friend with a war cry.

"fancy a swim now then babe?" you heard a sigh and looked to your left, alessia gesturing to how the both of you were already wet with an amused smile.

"think we just had one. thanks tooney!" you yelled at the younger girl who was too busy trying to drown millie. "come on then." the taller girl stood, holding her hand out and wiggling her fingers expectantly as you sighed.

accepting her help up you smiled as your girlfriend quickly stole a kiss, ducking out of the way as you tried to take one back causing you to scoff and smack her shoulder as she grinned.

"hey baby look!" you pointed behind her as the blonde turned and you surged forward, pushing her back as she squealed and promptly tumbled into the water as you doubled over in laughter.

"i rate the dive a four maybe? gotta work on ya form less!" lucy yelled out from the other side of the pool as alessia popped up from the water, grabbing the edge and pulling herself up and out.

"less no please!" you laughed, unable to get away fast enough as she hauled you over her shoulder and jumped off the edge plunging you both back into the icy water.

"alessia!" you splashed her as you both surfaced again, the blonde only scoffing. "alessia!" she mocked, pulling you into her body and kissing all over your face.

"that was your fault we could have both just stepped in nice and adjusted, but you had to act like a child." your girlfriend tutted with a shake of her head, arms wrapped tightly around your torso.

"im acting like a child? who threw a tantrum this morning when they lost at cards on the bus?" you challenged, hands settling either side of her face as your legs wrapped around her waist both of you in your own little bubble.

"because maya cheated! she was gettin grace to sit behind me and look at my cards and-" you cut off her little outburst with a kiss, shutting her up in the best way you knew how as you felt the tension melt away.

"incomin!" you were both barreled over as a body tackled into you, ella latching onto your girlfriends back with her arms around her neck, effectively trying to choke her out as you watched on with an amused smile.

"tooney this isn't the fucking mma get off!" alessia grunted, ducking and trying to drown her, unable to shake off her best friend who only grinned. "chicken fight!" you heard millie yell out, ella tugging on alessia's hair and trying to turn her around.

"el this isn't ratatouille you can't manoeuvre her by her hair!" you laughed in disbelief at the attempts, though in saying that it seemed to work as the blonde finally turned and began to walk the direction ella was wanting.

"partners? reckon we can smash them lot." lucy popped up beside you with a grin, slinging an arm over your shoulders as you nodded in agreement, the girls who were in the pool all pairing off.

"round one!" millie bellowed, ella and alessia going up against grace and rachel, the rest of the girls laid by the pool cheering their support.

one by one teams were eliminated, millies running MC commentary amusing the entire team who were already on a high from yesterdays win combined with the warm spanish sun had meant the mood all round was high.

"get in!" you roared as you shoved maya down off georgia's shoulders with a splash, lucy holding her hand up for a high five as you balanced on her shoulders and both cheered at your victory.

"grand finale ladies and gentlemen grand finale time! we have team dumb and dumber on the left-" millie gestured to ella who sat on top of alessia's shoulders, both girls protesting their given team name as millie ignored them.

"and team rocky on the right!" millie yelled gesturing to you and lucy, the older girl hurrying to grab your hands and steady you, too busy flexing and boxing the air to notice you nearly slipped off.

"now i want a nice clean fight. no scratchin, no eye pokin, no bitin, no hair pullin-" millie listed off with her fingers. "hurry up mil!" ella moaned with a roll of her eyes as the blonde held her hands up in defence.

"right. go!" she clapped, the girls around you all exploding into cheers as lucy stepped toe to toe with alessia, the two going back and forth with trash talk as you and ella locked up and grappled.

"aye ref thats a foul!" you yelled as ella tried to pull you off lucy by your hair, slapping her hands away as lucy nearly stumbled but regained her footing. "VAR!" millie blew a fake whistle, gesturing for a couple of the other girls to join her as the put their heads together in a huddle.

"decision is penalty! tooney one arm behind your back for the rest of the fight." millie announced, both ella and alessia yelling at her as she held her hands up. "shut up or you'll get yellows. resume!" the girl blew her fake whistle again as lucy stepped forward.

with only one arm it barely took another thirty seconds before you were successful it sending ella tumbling into the water with a splash. "we have our winners!" millie yelled starting a round of applause as lucy did a victory lap with you still on her shoulders, both of you celebrating.

"ah get over it ya babies, ya lost fair and square!" lucy laughed at ella and alessia arguing it was an unfair fight, both girls kicking off as ella huffed and pulled herself out of the pool storming off as the girls booed her.

"tooney!" lucy laughed and tapped your thigh, bending down as you dove back off of her and the older girl jumped out of the pool and hurried after the hotheaded mancunian.

things seemed to settle again as the girls went back to their own activities, a fair few of them returning to the loungers to work on their tans, sledges about who had the most pale skin being thrown left right and centre all week on camp.

"go away." alessia huffed as you swam over to her with a wide grin, cornering the taller girl and pushing yourself into her as she avoided looking at you.

"baby don't be a sore loser, come on." you poked at her exposed stomach as she pushed you off and tried to swim away as you jumped onto her back.

"off!" alessia ordered trying to shake you as you clung on, arms tightly wound round her neck. "stop bein stroppy lessi you're bringing down the mood." you teased, kissing her cheek over and over not missing the way a small smile ghosted her lips.

"come onnn give me a big russo smile." you cooed but your words were cut off as the striker succeeded in yanking your hands off, sending you slipping off her back and into the water as you surfaced and watched your girlfriend drop down into a lounger.

still that was unable to wipe the grin off your face as you followed suit, laying down on top of her as she sighed, sunglasses covering her eyes which you had no doubt would have rolled.

"you're so competitive." you laughed, alessia pinching your sides but making no move to argue. "might be hot if you weren't always losing." you shrugged stealing her sunglasses as her eyes narrowed and she scoffed. "nope, these are mine now. winners prize!" you pulled your head back with a grin as she reached for them.

"remind me again why i asked you to be my girlfriend?"

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[inbrightshadows]

*sticks one arm out from under my rock, slips this into the tag, and retreats back under my rock* Inspired by the cass apocalyptic series by somerandomdudelmao It's a very very cool rottmnt fancomic and you should give it a read 👉👈🥺 (Not canon but you might recognize some parts/dialogue from the comic) [warning for implied/referenced past infant death but no actual infant death (the boy is fine dw), infected wounds, amputation, and a dog like creature biting someone]

The first time Casey Jr almost dies he's about three months old, by their best guess, and he's only been Casey Jr for a week.

Cassandra and Raph go out on a supply run, which is normal. They come back with a baby in a box, which is not.

Fortunately or unfortunately, there's no such thing as government or paperwork in the apocalypse. So there's nothing stopping Cassandra from saying “I found him in an alley so he's my son now, his name is Cassandra Jr.” And that's that.

Thankfully, this isn't the resistance's first baby so there's plenty of formula and hand me downs to supply Cassandra in her sudden status as a Mom. And everything else the family quickly supplies.

Donnie is very uninterested in babysitting the oozy crotch goblin but Casey Jr's crib still has the genius built logo and built in laser security system to prove he cares in his own way.

Mikey breaks into his carefully rationed paint supply to paint a small mural above the crib and takes every chance to babysit he can.

And Raph? Well Raph dives headfirst into the roll of co-parent slash halway blockade.

Then there's Leo.

In his own words, he has a whole resistance to babysit. And besides that there’s not much he can really do other than what he’s already doing.

Fight the krang, stop the war, give little Casey Jr a better world to grow up in. And also avoid everyone’s efforts to get him to hold the baby.

He is not cut out for tasks that require a delicate touch but it seems like he’s the only one who understands that. He’s a gigantic mutant ninja turtle who, unlike his brothers, has never had any kind of hobby that requires any kind of delicacy. So he hangs back, he keeps an eye out for things that will be useful to the Caseys while he’s out on the surface, and he waves away attempts to hand Jr to him.

And then Casey Jr gets sick.

It should be fine. Should be normal. Babies are delicate little things, getting sick is a thing they do. Except there’s not much the way of medicine in the apocalypse. And babies are delicate.

It starts as a low grade fever. By the end of the day it’s a raging bonfire. They have a lot of things but medicine is in short supply. Nothing they have is working. It’s just Casey Jr, sobbing his heart out on Raph’s shoulder while Cassandra hovers and Raph tries to soothe all three of them.

There’s nothing Leo can do to help. They don’t have the medicine they need to treat the fever. At least not something safe to use on a baby. Raph is the one who remembers how Dad used to use lukewarm baths to break their fevers when they were little and he was still too scared to try human medicine on them. It helps enough that they can get some formula into the kid. But it’s not fixing things.

Two days pass and the fever refuses to break. The baths are becoming less and less helpful. After the third refused feeding attempt that afternoon Donnie slams down a map of ‘areas most likely to contain useful information or materials for treating a sick baby.’

Leo and Mikey gear up and head out leaving Donnie to monitor things back at base while April takes charge of running everything else so that Raph is free to help Cassandra take care of Jr.

It’s bad luck, really, that a pack of krang dogs find their camp on the first night. It should be fine. They should be able to handle it.

But bad luck is bad luck.

Leo sees movement out of the corner of his eye. He moves to dodge and the ground underneath him decides now is a perfect time to give way.

“LEO!” Mikey yells as Leo tumbles away into the dark.

Leo grunts, biting back a scream as the Krang dog’s teeth sink into his arm. They tumble into the dark together, bouncing down the stacks of rubble. It’s dead by the time he lands but the damage is done.  

The good news is that the fall kept the dog from getting a good grip on him.  

The bad news is that even if the bite won’t infect him with Krang regular infections are different story. Krang zombies have foul mouths.

Mikey can’t find out it managed to bite Leo. If he does he’ll want to go back and get Leo treatment before they look for the medicine.

And right now every second could mean the difference between getting medicine to Casey Jr in time or adding to their graveyard.

So Leo makes sure that by the time Mikey makes it down to him his first aid kit is a good bit lighter and any sign of the bite is hidden beneath his normal arm wraps.

When Mikey finds him Leo smiles and doesn’t hesitate to wrap both arms around his little brother.

“Are you okay- did it bite you?” Mikey asks, darting around him to hunt down every last scrape.

“Nah, just a couple of scratches,” Leo lies. “Let me heal them-” “No, we’ve got a ways to go, I won't risk you wearing yourself out too soon.” “Leo!” “I already used my first aid supplies on them! It’d be a waste if you healed me now!” Mikey glares at him but huffs and nods. “Fine! But if they start to feel bad-” “I’ll tell you, don’t worry,” Leo lies again.

Day two is a bust. There's useful supplies in the area Donnie marked out for them to search, sure, but nothing that will help  Casey Jr. Or the sensation of a burn throbbing its way up Leo's hidden bite wound.

Leo and Mikey mark out where the useful things are and keep going. Someone can go back for them when they're less pressed for time.

That night Leo waits for Mikey to fall asleep before he checks the bite. It's bad.

The moment the bandages come off he's gagging at the putrid stink of infection. It's hard to see it in the dark but then again he's not sure he really wants a better look. It wouldn't change his mind anyway.

He can make out the dark veins of infection spreading. If he wasn't green it'd certainly be a violent red.

He cleans it, spreads a thin layer of disinfectant cream that will do about as much good as throwing a cup of water at a bonfire, and re-bandages it.

His usual arm wraps go up over top of it, hopefully Mikey won't notice he's done them a bit higher than normal.

All the evidence goes into the fire. By the time Mikey's turn to take watch comes all that's left is ash.

On day three Leo wakes up feeling like someone dropped a building on him. He makes the mistake of groaning about it.

“Leo? Are you okay?” Mikey asks. “Yeah, yeah I’m fine. I just, uh, I think I’m inheriting Dad’s back problems! That or the Krang made the ground harder.” Mikey snickers. “I mean, they would, but I’m also pretty sure you just called yourself old.” “I did not!” Leo drags himself upright and makes a show of cracking his back. It obliges with a satisfyingly loud pop that makes Mikey giggle harder. “I think your spine disagrees with you too.” “Shut up!” “Awwww are you feeling cranky, old man?” 

Leo is too exhausted to feel properly offended or even think of forming a comeback but he plays it up for his little brother anyway.

Anything to keep him from worrying. Or forcing them to turn back. It’s fine. This shouldn’t take too much longer anyway.

It’s midday by the time they reach the second site. Just from a glance it’s obvious this is a more promising site. There are actual chunks of buildings scattered around and there’s enough of a shattered sign left lying around to tell them that whatever kind of care this place used to give it was geared specifically towards children.

There’s plenty to find digging through the rubble. Well. Plenty for Mikey to find. Leo is mostly trying not to let on how dizzy he is.

To both of their frustration, they run out of daylight before they find anything. Leo can feel his body screaming at him to lay down and rest. Just a little longer, he tells his body. They’re going to find the medicine. He can feel it. Leo just needs to make it at least that long.

The fourth day dawns. Mikey shakes him awake as soon as there’s enough light ot see by. Leo bites back a moan as he claws his way upright. Leo thought his arm hurt before but now it feels like someone is pouring lava down it.

He notes with a calmness that boarders on absurdity that he can’t feel his fingers.

Something must show on his face- or maybe he just looks at least halfway as awful as he feels- because Mikey frowns at him when he wakes up.

“I’m worried,” Leo blurts out. “If this takes much longer then- I don’t think- he’s already been sick for so long.” “We’ll find it. Today, I’m sure. I’ve got a good feeling.” Leo tries to smile for him and hopes the shaky thing he offers up is enough. Well. At least one of them is feeling good.

Leo is lucky. He’s always been lucky. Luck runs out eventually, it always does. But not today. Maybe it helps that Leo isn’t hoping for something for nothing. Because on day four they strike gold.

Mikey is a short bit away, digging through the rubble with his power, hunting for anything with even the chance of helping. Leo is doubled over just out of his site, trying to stifle his stomach’s efforts to rebel against him.

Don’t hurl, he tells himself, if you hurl there’s no way Mikey won’t realize something is wrong.

He forces his eyes open, hoping that focusing on something will help. And then Leo’s eyes fall on a shattered glass cabinet, several packs of some something promisingly adorned in cartoon human children. He reaches in, flips it, and feels a wash of relief when he realizes it’s exactly what they’re looking for.

“Mikey- Mikey look-” everything fuzzes, tumbles. There’s something under him. He blinks back blurs of color, tries to resolve them into something coherent. Mikey’s face hovers over him, mouth moving. He looks upset. “What's the matter?” he tries to ask. “Leo! Leo, are you sick? What hurts?” “Arm,” Leo answers without thinking.

Oh shit. Oh shit he’s not supposed to let Mikey know. But it’s a little late for that. At least the panic clears his head a little. Mikey makes a wounded sound in the back of his throat as he uncovers the bite.

“Leo.” “Yeah, I know. Sorry… sorry for lying.” He watches Mikey’s lip wobble until Mikey catches it in his teeth. “Leo this is bad! We- I don’t know if we have the supplies to treat this!” Leo hums. Now that the panic is fading it’s getting so much harder to think. He lifts his good hand before he can forget and flops it over towards Mikey. “S’okay. We can go back now.” Mikey takes the box of medicine with shaky fingers. “Leo,” he croaks.

Mikey is talking. Something… probably important? He looks scared but they’re not under attack. He’s pretty sure they’re not. Leo tries to focus on him anyway but it’s so hard. He’s so tired.

He’s been tired but there was no resting, not properly, not until they got what they needed. They do now so it’s fine, he can rest his eyes a bit.

Good. Seeing is hard too. Just blurs and colors.

He feels Mikey’s hand on his face, his voice in his ears. He tries to pay attention but he’s slipping, sliding away.

“Sorry,” he mumbles, but he’s out before he can think of what, specifically, he’s sorry for.

Leo doesn’t remember the trip back, just the thud of Mikey landing. Someone screaming. A hand squeezing his. Small. Thin fingers. Lots of them.

“April?” he might mumble. He thinks. “Shhh, rest big guy,” Probably-April says. “Donnie has it. He’s gonna fix it.” Oh. That’s good. He lets himself sink, lets her hold him together while he waits for Donnie to do what Donnie does best.

A light in his face. “Am I dying?” he says. Thinks? Someone hisses. Angry sound. Who does that again? “Not if I have anything to say about it. And I have a lot to say about it.” Oh. Donnie is here. That’s good. Didn’t someone say he was coming? “Now go to sleep, you don’t want to be awake for this part.” Leo doesn’t get a chance to answer, he’s already sinking again.

Leo blinks up at the ceiling of Donnie’s lab. He spends a good while just staring at it, trying to get his brain to work. His arm throbs. “Ow.”

Some several things crash and shatter and then Donnie''s face hovers into view. “How do you feel- nauseous? any pain, aches, fever? Chills?” “Uh, my arm hurts a little?”

“Which one? The one that got bit by one of the most disease ridden things in the apocalypse and then went four days without medical care or the other one?” “Hey I did some medical care!” “You did FIRST AID. You know, the thing you do to help someone before you get them ACTUAL MEDICAL CARE.”

Leo winces. There’s no arguing about that one. “Ok well, I was hoping we’d find the medicine and get back before it got too bad.” “Well. You didn’t.” “Yeah, I guess. How long was I out?” he asks. He tries to lift his arm but he can’t feel it move. He frowns. “It… barely hurts anymore. Uh. Donnie? I can’t- Um. Donnie. I can’t feel my arm.”

Donnie’s face twitches. Leo tries to turn his head to look at his arm. Donnie’s hand darts out out to stop him. Leo looks at Donnie again. Donnie looks away, grimacing and refusing to make eye contact.

“Donnie-” “Don’t look yet.” Leo tries to move his arm again but there’s still no response. No it’s not just that there isn’t a response. He can't even feel the weight of it.

He can feel his shoulder. He can feel a ring of throbbing pain a few inches above his elbow. And then it’s just… light? Like there’s nothing but air- oh. Oh. Okay then. There’s where his luck ran out. “...Huh. That’s. Hm. Let me see?” “Leo-” “Donnie. Let me see.” Reluctantly, Donnie eases back.

For a second Leo doesn’t do anything. He closes his eyes and breathes. He turns his head. He opens his eyes.

It’s gone.

Everything past his first crescent marking is gone.

He closes his eyes and takes a deep, measured, breath. Okay, he thinks. Okay. He’s a medic. He knew this was a possibility.  Donnie starts eyeing him nervously.

“Did he make it?” Leo asks at last. “...Yeah he made it,” Donnie says quietly. Leo feels like he's fully breathing out for the first time since Cassandra burst into the infirmary with a sick baby in her arms. "Good. That's good." Donnie puts his hand over the end of Leo's nub, covering the scar. He stares at the floor and says nothing. Silence reigns. Leo stares up at the ceiling, letting it settle around them.

Until the door slams open and the rest of his family tumble through the door, both Caseys included.

The last knot of tension loosens from him at the sight of Casey Jr, happily wiggling in his mom’s arms as he flails his arms at Raph.

He tears his eyes away as his family gathers around him, worried and loud, and Leo only knows one way to calm them down.

“So. I’m guessing I'm the opposite of... All Right now, huh?” Cassandra covers Casey Jr's ears. Donnie leans away, inhaling sharply. “Why are you like this?“ he asks. “Because it's all I've got... Left” Raph groans, hiding his face in his hands. “Already?” “Put him back under,” April says, deadpan. “Boooo,” Mikey says, and Leo pretends he doesn’t sound two steps away from tears.   “I hate you so much,” Donnie lies, a few screens manifesting around him. He taps away with the hand that isn't still covering the scar on what remains of Leo's arm while Leo laughs at his own terrible jokes.

“You no longer have a choice about getting a prosthetic. Mikey tried to say I had to ask before implanting experimental technology in your body but you know what? I’m making an executive decision. I can’t live with the puns.”

Leo starts laughing harder, so hard that it circles right back around to sobbing. He’s buried in a pile before the first sob can even fully leave him. Donnie’s eyes stay on the screen even as he shifts his hand to Leo’s shoulder and squeezes. “I’ll fix it. Don’t worry.”

Leo spends a lot of time sleeping but he’s never alone when he wakes up.

There’s Raph, showing off the balls he’s threading onto his mask tails so Casey Jr can climb them while Cassandra sits nearby, once more restitching her perpetually tearing sleeves on her shirts.

He wakes to Mikey making little fish or birds dance in the air while Casey Jr sits in his lap and reaches for them.

Or there’s April pouring over battle plans with a mug in one hand and the other wrapped around Casey Jr.

Point is there’s a lot of Casey Jr. So Leo really should be prepared to wake up with a tiny weight on his chest, healthy and safe and sound. And still so very tiny. His breath hitches, he doesn’t dare move.

“Bemused scoff.”

Leo carefully turns his head toward where Donnie is busily typing away at something.

“You know you can’t avoid holding him forever. Even I've held him." Leo gives Donnie the flattest look he can manage. Sure. Donnie has held Casey Jr. Once in a blue moon when there was literally no one else to do it (and Leo's hands were firmly tucked under his arms.) For about sixty seconds total. "...I've held him more than you have.”

Leo grimaces. “Look, I wasn’t cut out for holding delicate stuff when I had two arms. It’s an even worse idea now that I’m twice as likely to drop him.”

“Invalid excuse. I’m already working on a solution to your arm situation.” Donnie waves his hands and his ninpo sparks, building a blue print of an arm and some other thing hovering in the air between them.

“These are the schematics for a bio-mechanical arm and a socket implant to allow it to safely interface with your nero-” Leo’s brain glazes over the rest of Donnie’s explanation.

“...So you want to turn me into a kick ass cyborg?” he asks as soon as Donnie is done. “Did you listen to none of what I just said?” “C’mon, Don, I’ve got you for all the nerd stuff.” “Exasperated sigh, yes I’m turning you into a kick ass cyborg.” “Sweet,” Leo says, yawning. Donnie huffs. “Go back to sleep, Nardo.” “Can’t, baby could fall,” Leo mumbles. “I won’t let him fall. Just rest.” And Leo trusts his brother. So he does.

It takes a frustratingly long time for Leo to recover enough for the surgery to implant the port for the arm in his stump. It’s more low profile than he expected, hardly noticeable at all unless you’re looking head on at it.

Then there’s a whole other saga of learning how to use the arm Donnie has built him. It’s clunkier than Donnie’s preferred standards but it works almost as seamless as his real one. He gets good with it and he gets good with it fast because with the Krang you either do it fast or you don’t do it all.

The unintended and unwanted side effect of this is that now his family are no longer accepting “I’m not good enough with my arm I might drop him” as a valid excuse to not hold Casey Jr.

And they are very, very, intent on getting him to hold Casey Jr.

Look. Leo is thanking sweet pizza supreme in the sky and every one of the Hamato ancestors, Casey Jr bounces back from being sick like it never happened.

He bounces and wiggles, he babbles and giggles, as though less than a week or so ago he wasn’t so sick that Leo and his family (literally) risked life and limb to get him medicine. And Leo is thrilled. Really.

It’s just that he wishes his family would stop encouraging Casey Jr’s newest favorite game- trying to grab Leo. Because apparently one of any baby’s favorite thing is whatever they can’t have.

“Here! Hold him!” Mikey holds Casey out so that he faces Leo. Casey Jr, who seems to have a sixth sense for when someone is playing the 'try to get Casey close enough to touch Leo' game,  is thrilled. His tiny arms wave at Leo, itty-bitty fingers clenching like they’re ready to latch on the second they’re close enough to touch him.

“W-wait, I can’t!” Leo protests for the thousandth time. But Mikey isn’t taking no for an answer this time. A nudge of mystic power keeps Leo from fleeing. All Leo can do is tuck his dangerous un-baby proofed metal arm away from tender baby skin and wave his flesh hand pleadingly.

“C’mon Leo… you have to hold him eventually.”  Mikey cajoles, gently waggling Casey Jr.

“Not happening, no way.” Leo leans back as far as Mikey’s powers will let him.

“Yes way,” Mikey says, holding Casey closer and closer. Casey is giggling furiously, tiny arms flying at top speed.

“Do you even see how tiny he is?” Leo points at the baby, just in case Mikey needs a reminder. “I could break him with one finger!” There’s a tiny nudge to said finger. Leo looks down. Casey Jr is copying him, nudging Leo’s much larger finger with his own.

Mikey gets a look on his face. A terrible, evil, look.

“One finger? Like thiiiiis one?” Mikey grins as he lifts his middle fingers away from Casey Jr’s body. Leo freezes. “Mikey. Mikey no.”

“Whats that? Oh nooooo.... I can’t hear you over the sound of my grip slipping!” Mikey sing-songs. “Don’t you dare!” Leo stares at him, horrified and frozen. He won’t. Surely he won’t. Cassandra would murder him. Raph would double murder him. He wouldn't. Right? Right??? “Oh no! I hope someone catches the poor delicate baby!” And then Mikey drops Casey Jr.

Leo shrieks. He forgets that Mikey is literally magic and does not need his hands to hold a building, much less a baby.

“Mikey what the fuck!” Leo squawks, hands flying forward and closing around the tiny delicate bundle that is- … not falling towards the ground at all actually.

The gears turn, the realization that he's been tricked sets in. Leo glares at Mikey. Mikey grins, unrepentant, and waves his faintly glowing hands, a glow also present around a perfectly safe Casey Jr. The glow vanishes and Leo feels the surprisingly greater weight of the baby properly in his hands for the first time.

“Ahhhh Mikey- Mikey take him back!” Mikey stubbornly keeps his hands in the air and backs away, still grinning. “You’re fine, you’ve got this.” “I don’t have this!” in spite of saying this Leo is already tucking Casey closer to him. “It’s fiiinnne, you're doing fine! Look, he’s having a great time!”

Tiny clumsy fingers hit his jaw, drawing his eyes down. Casey Jr has one hand buried in Leo’s scarf. The other is pressed to the highest part of Leo’s face it can reach. As he looks down they stretch up, reaching for the vibrant red markings on his face.

“Ah- what- what does he want?” “Awww he likes your stripes, hold him higher!”

Hesitantly, Leo shifts the baby a little higher in his arms and Casey’s little fingers smack against his markings, clenching against them as best the pudgy little things can. Leo chuckles. “What? You want those? Hate to break it to you bud but they’re kind of attached to me.” Big dark eyes lock onto his. Casey Jr babbles. His little fingers flex against Leo’s face again.

Someone makes a noise like a slowly deflating balloon. Leo looks up to find Raph has found them. He’s standing in the doorway, his eyes shining with unshed tears.

“Please tell me Donnie has a good angle on this,” he says, voice wobbling. Raph’s com clicks on and switches itself to speaker mode. “Sending you the best shots as I speak,” says Donnie’s voice. “I hate all of you,” Leo lies. Mikey snickers at him, Raph is too busy cooing to reply. And then Casey Jr realizes Raph is there and decides he’s done being held by Leo. He leans his entire body toward Raph and puts all of his tiny baby might into wiggling free of Leo's grip.

“Oh fuck-” “Don’t cuss in front of the baby!” “Raph. Raph.” “You’re doing fine, relax-”  “He’s gonna fall! I’m gonna drop him- Raph!” Raph easily scoops Casey Jr up, saving Leo from the terrifying force of a wiggly baby.

Casey Jr giggles and grabs for Raph’s mask tails while Leo dramatically flops to the floor. Mikey continues to snicker at Leo’s expense, floating over to pat his head.

“I can’t believe you pretended to drop him just to trick me into holding him,” Leo groans. “You what?” Raph’s head snaps over to them. Mikey freezes. “I had mystic hands on him the whole time!” “Baby holding is a two hand activity!” “You literally hold him with one hand!” “Raph’s hand is big enough to count as two!” “Oh that is so not fair!” “... Leo watch the little man for a minute.” Raph sets Casey Jr down by Leo’s head. Leo makes an inarticulate sound of horror but before he can protest Raph is already bolting for Mikey.

Mikey flees with a yelp.    Leo looks at Casey Jr. Casey Jr looks at him. “So, you come here often?” Casey Jr stuffs his fist in his mouth and makes a garbled noise around it, almost recognizable as a very turtle like chirp. Leo checks that his brothers are out of ear shot and then chirps back. Casey Jr’s eyes widen and sparkle. He takes his damp hand out of his mouth and smacks Leo in the face with it. Leo grimaces. “Thanks.” In the distance, Mikey screams as Raph catches him but it's just as quickly followed by laughter.

Casey Junior grows up in between loss and stolen joy and forgotten childhood memories. He gets old enough to ask questions. Inevitably, the day comes when he asks “Sensei, how did you lose your arm?”

And Leo lies.

Or, well… He doesn’t lie so much as he just… leaves out some details. Details Casey Jr does not and will not ever know if Leo gets his way.

“Ah, you know… Krang dog got a lucky bite in. By the time I got back to base it was the arm or me and Donnie chose me.” He says it with a light little shrug, like it’s no big deal.  

Because for Leo, it’s not a big deal. Between losing an arm and losing family he’d chose the arm over and over again.

#rottmnt #Cass apocalyptic series #rottmnt casey jr #rottmnt future leo #I did not mean for this to be so long help #ahhhh i hope this is ok and doesn't come off as weird or anything #Originally it was just going to be Leo's family tricking him into holding the baby but then I got an Idea #and then the idea got Really Really big... #my writing

[dejwrld]

talk about our future, like we had a clue. never planned that one day i'd be losing you.

tybw spoilers, angst, sadness, pls i'm sorry you guys this is just something short that popped up in my mind, let me know if you guys kinda want something else with this ship on like how they met or whatever, after reading this go listen to build a home by the cinematic orchestra ft patrick watson & the one that got away by katy petty, other creations | jūshirō ukitake

You didn't enjoy how Shunsui Kyōraku was looking at you. His eyes reeked with sadness and sorrow while you lean forward to pour the steaming tea into his cup. You purposely chose lavender tea because it helped with stress—he was the newest commander of all the divisions after all. You can only imagine how stressful that new role was pushed upon him so suddenly amid a war. The silence between you two made you nervous, but you had a feeling that your husband's best friend was here across the Chabudai like old times for a reason.

A reason that you didn't want to accept just yet.

"I'm sorry, Y/N." Shunsui breaks the avoidable sound of nothingness. A void that you didn't want to break because you knew why he was apologizing.

He places the folded white captain coat you've seen your husband wiggle his frame in before the sun has risen many times on the Chabudai and slides it closer to you.

Your chest tighten so harshly that it felt like you couldn't breathe. It felt like a tight chain was wrapped around your chest and limbs and only growing tighter with each passing second of your own silence. Your shoulders lowered and your body couldn't help but slouch at his words. You blink a couple times thinking that maybe this was a nightmare. That if you blinked just five more times, you'll wake up and he'll be right next to sleeping peacefully. But your fifth time blinking, Shunsui still was there.

Your hands shook as you pick up your own cup to sip the warm liquid before speaking, "For what Shunsui? Say it. What exactly are you apologizing for?"

You thought that maybe Shunsui ripping the bandaid off fully would be better. That you can surpass the emotions that were currently attempting to break through this strong barrier you've built up since being married to him. A barrier that you had to build since you knew something like this could happen.

Shunsui's perfectly sculpted jaw clenches, but not in frustration. He didn't want to admit this to you because he still couldn't believe it. He knew this would break you.

"He's gone, Y/N. Jūshirō is gone."

Your eyes graze downward at the white fabric in front of you and finally, the tears you were holding back finally came tumbling down your heated cheeks. A shaky sigh passed by your lips as you were trying your hardest to process this. Your thoughts were swirling around your mind so loudly and quickly that you wanted to turn your brain off. You wanted to climb back into bed and weep until you ran out of tears. But you couldn't.

He wouldn't want that. But gosh, this hurts. It felt like you just received a knife to the heart. Because that's what was taken from you. Your heart. Your moon. Your soulmate.

You went to ask how did it happen. You deserved to know but weren't quite sure if you could handle the truth of that. Your lips went dry parts to speak, but the door of the area you and Shunsui were in was slid open and your head turns to see who was coming in. Your heart cracks in your chest seeing your little baby crawl into the room followed by one of your friends whose been hear with your since Jushiro hasn't been home. He hated when you were home alone.

"I'm so sorry, Y/N. Haru is such a busybody." Your friend jokes but her lips form a straight line when she realizes the tension in the room.

"It's okay, he can stay. But do you think you can pack some things for me? I think I'm going to be staying at my family's estate for a couple of days." Your arms open up so little Haru could climb into your lap.

Your friend didn't question why the suddenness of you needing to go be with your family, but she only nods before excusing herself to do what you asked.

Your head rests on top of Haru's head briefly. His white locks of hair that were beginning to grow faster than you expected tickled your chin. Your eyes met with Shunsui's and the look in them grew darker. Haru's curious hands reach forward to attempt to grab at his father's captain coat which still was like a haunted artifact that you didn't want to touch in the middle of the table.

"Did he die in battle? Fighting?" You asked.

"Sacrificed." Shunsui's answer was short and brief. He sips from his cup despite the fact that the warm liquid didn't calm his nerves at all.

A sad chuckle erupts from you and you give Shunsui a sad lopsided grin, "Of course he did."

Silence overcame you and Shunsui again. You couldn't quite understand how silence couldn't be heard. But it could be considered the loudest sound a person can hear. A deafening void that left a nasty pit in your stomach that was tied into the nastiest knots at the moment.

"Are you going to be okay?" Shunsui leans forwards closer and his large frame leans against the wooden table.

"No, but we'll get through it." Your fingers run through Haru's hair to push some of it out his face.

Shunsui's eyes looked at the infant in your lap and now his stomach was the one churning into abhorrent knots. He was staring at a reflection of Jushiro in the baby. From the curious doe eyes, the crystal white hair, and even down to the way his face scrunched up in frustration due to him not being able to reach Jūshirō's captain coat. His best friend made the same exact face when he was frustrated.

"Will you though? You lost your husband, Y/N. It's okay to break down."

"And you lost your best friend Shunsui, but you must stay strong too because you have commanding captain duties to do, right? The war isn't over yet." You hugged Haru closer because it felt like alongside the memories you shared with Jūshirō that Haru was the last thing of him left.

"Haru and I will be okay because Jūshirō's best friend will not leave me alone until he ensures that I am. Plus, I'm positive that's something he told you to do before he made his decision. Am I correct?"

#ukitake jushiro x reader #jushiro ukitake x reader #bleach x reader #bleach angst #anime x reader #black reader #x black reader #female reader #bleach x black reader #angelshubnetwork #⊹˳⁺ ♡ 𝒻𝒶𝓃𝒻𝒾𝒸𝓉𝒾𝑜𝓃 𝒸𝓇𝑒𝒶𝓉𝒾𝑜𝓃𝓈

[star-girl69]

My Heart Never Knows

Jake Sully x Neytiri x Fem!Reader

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a/n: if anyone was curious, you can find all of the headcannons i’ve posted about so far linked in the series masterlist! i hope you all enjoy this chapter!!

warnings: animal death, mentions of violence, mentions of war, mentions of death, tell me if i missed anything!!

Chapter Seventeen- Death Will Come

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As soon as you see him, you know nothing good will come of his visit.

He slows his walk, eyes boring into the three of you, a silent message.

You had just been laughing a moment ago- hand on your throat, on your necklace. Now, you follow Jake and Neytiri outside of the mauri, into the rain, which somehow seems to reflect this day.

“What’s wrong?” Jake asks, although the three of you already know the answer.

“Sky people. They are looking for you, Jake Sully. And your family.” Neytiri’s hand closes around your wrist. “South,” he points. “They have a foreign boy, who speaks Na’vi.”

Kiri had spoken of the human boy, Spider. You thought it odd that someone who be named after a creature like that, but who were you to judge? You knew he had been taken by the people hunting Jake- a man named Quaritch.

Neytiri said he doesn’t know you. He won’t hurt you. But you still have a feeling that he will. Men like that- all they do is hurt and take.

“Have they killed anyone?”

“Not yet.”

Jake lowers his head, looks back to you and Neytiri. His eyes linger on your intwined hands, on the necklace high on your throat.

“But the villagers will not tell them where you are. By my order.”

Jake nods, and you lower your eyes.

“Your family and my family overlap, Jake Sully. The Metakayina will fight for my sister, for you.” His eyes meet yours, and there is no warmth in his face, not how it usually is. “I hope you know what you are doing.”

—-

The sound of Neytiri’s knife scraping against wood is loud, her anger boiling over, being poured into a piece of fruit.

You are silent, across from her. You have barely know happiness like this- and it is falling apart around you, yet again.

Neytiri inhales. “We must hunt this demon. Trap him. Kill him.” Her voice is rough with the conviction in her words, the emotion spilling over. It is almost like her words are knives- and they will soar through the air, find the demon, and kill him.

“We’ve gotta be smart-” Jake says, but is cut off the look Neytiri gives him. “We gotta be smart. If we hit Quaritch, they’re gonna know where we are and they’re gonna come here with everything they got.”

Neytiri’s breaths are erratic and loud, and when you put your hand on her arm, she is shaking.

“Then what is our plan?”

But when he stays silent, you know he does not have one. None of you do.

—-

“Her name,” Ronal says, but you can barely hear her through the grief you feel- tumbling in your ears, swirling in your chest, ripping out your ribs- her voice is hazy, removed. “is Ay’a.”

The only sound is the waves slapping against your spirit sisters dead body. She was a part of you, a piece of your heart, a whisper in your bones, in your blood, something the Sky People will never understand.

And her baby- her sweet, innocent boy, who had not even lived yet, was just as much a part of you.

Your ilu is slow through the water, but you cannot believe the sight in front of you, so you push off it and tug yourself onto her fin.

Her eyes are rolled back into her head, and she is unmoving. When you place your hand next to her eye- she is cold and clammy.

You find your voice through the sadness curling in your throat, like a hand wrapped around you.

“She- she wrote poetry,” you choke out. “She loved music, we would sing together, she- she waited for so long to have her baby,“ you inhale, wildly, recklessly, as if the air is poison and will take you away from this cruel reality. “Now she is gone!”

Tears fall down your face, and you heart feels so empty, a piece of it gone, never to be filled again.

You hate the Sky People. You curse them. You have never been a violent person- but you want to rip them apart, feel their blood on your hands. They took away what was most dear to you- they will pay.

But, for now, you are only consumed by sadness. By the emptiness in your heart. You let out a sob, a scream.

“What is this?” you ask, turning towards your sister and her mate, Jake and Neytiri, people who you care for but not in the way you do your soul sister. “What is this?!”

—-

“A tulkun! A sister to my sister, has been murdered by the Sky People. Her baby- only a calf- dead in the water next to her!”

“Y/N…” Kiri whispers, grabbing your hands. You hear her voice, but you cannot see her, eyes filled with tears.

“This war has come to us!” Tonowari continues, and you rest your head on Kiri’s shoulder, to broken to stand, your weight too much to hold.

“Aunt Y/N!” Tsireya shouts, and she is crying as well, hands on your back and shoulders, everywhere, but you cannot look up.

“We knew about the hunting of our tulkun people but it was over the horizon- far away! Now it is here!”

You can hear the sound of your people hissing, their war cries, spears hitting the ground.

“You have to understand how the Sky People think!” Jake shouts.

You tear yourself away from Kiri and Tsireya, weakly hitting Jake’s wet chest with you fist, and he only grabs your balled up hand in his own.

“Y/N, babygirl,”

“No! You do not- My sister is dead! And they will kill more- we have to- have to-”

“Listen to her, Jake Sully,” Ronal hisses, even as you tear yourself away from him and put your hands over your face.

“The Sky People don’t care about the great balance!

“Listen! Listen to him!”

“The Sky People are not gonna stop. This is only the beginning. You’ve gotta tell your Tulkuns to leave. You gotta tell them to go far away!”

You take your hands off of your face, resting limply at your sides. Your eyes are red and puffy, tears pouring down your face, rainwater slick on your body.

You are despondent, broken.

Jake’s eyes fall to you, just as arms wrap around you, press your head to their chest.

“Kisre,” you breathe, and she shushes you, and you can feel how hot her skin is, how angry she is.

“Leave?” Ronal shouts. “You live among us, and you learned nothing!”

“We will fight to protect our brothers and sisters!” a man behind her shouts, battle armor already donned, hands in the air. Your people erupt in battle cries again, and you feel Kisre’s deep in her chest below you.

“If you attack, if you fight, then they will destroy you! They will destroy everything that you love!”

His hands are wild, voice loud enough that even from where you are- it is like he is right next to you. You watch as Ronal places a hand over her stomach.

“Hear my words! Hear my words!”

“Y/N. Y/N, my Y/N,” Neytiri whispers, and Kisre let’s her hands fall, let’s Neytiri take you into her arms.

The small space is full of battle cries and pleading to stop, full of your cries and the sound of Neytiri saying your name over and over again, trying to bring you back down to her.

You watch as Jake climbs to the top of where Ronal and Tonowari were elevated above everyone, holding something bright orange, something that had been in your spirit sister. A tracker, Jake had said on the ride back, while you fell apart in his arms.

He told you that he never wanted you to feel like this.

The crowd quiets, and you lift your head from Neytiri’s chest.

“You tell the tulkuns, that if they’re hit by one of these, they are marked for death. Call for me and I’ll silence it. Saving their lives, that’s all the matters, right? Saving your family.”

When you look to her, Ronal’s eyes are already on you. She grabs Tonowari’s hand, but she still looks at you.

“Tell the tulkun,” her mate whispers.

She tears her eyes away from you. “Go. Go!” she shouts, and then they are diving into the ocean, swimming off.

Her eyes meet yours again- but she is coming closer, crossing the room to you. You stand straight, let Neytiri’s hands fall off of you.

She grabs your face roughly, tugging you towards her.

“You are my sister,” she bites out. “You are mine to protect. And now, you are theirs as well. The only thing that matters is that you are safe. Safe, and happy.” Tears roll down her face, and she presses her forehead to yours. “I’m sorry, baby sister. I’m sorry.”

You place your hands around her wrists, holding her to you.

“I love you,” she says, through her tears, through her sorrow. She has known Ay’a ever since you have- just like you have known her spirit sister all your life.

“I love you,” you say back, and your tears clear, and a resilience fills you.

—-

“We must fight,” you say to Jake, and he only keeps walking, and you hear Neytiri hiss next to you.

“Jake,” she sneers, grabbing his arm and stopping him. “My Jake. I will not stand and do nothing.”

He bites his cheek, before leaning down close to the two of you.

“It’s a trap, they want us to hit back,” he hisses. “They’re not hunting tulkun. They’re hunting us.”

You want to stomp your feet like a child. You want to scream and shout, to make the entire world know your rage.

Instead, you raise your hand to Jake, flicking your fingers out and hissing. He only takes it in stride.

“I’m sorry, sweetheart. I’m so fucking sorry. It’s because of me this happened.” He grabs your hand, pulling you to him, the other one reach up to touch your neck, touch your necklace. “Let me fix it.”

—-

Jake and Neytiri had insisted you go home while they talk to Ronal and Tonowari about more protection for the village. You couldn’t find it in yourself to be angry.

You need to rest, to cry, to sleep and forget for just one moment.

The walk is silent, until you hear the sound of Neteyam and Lo’ak fighting.

“He’s my brother! I’m going,” Lo’ak shouts, moving to grab an ilu saddle before Neteyam reaches an arm out.

“Hey!” you shout, running over. “What- what is happening?”

“I’m going to tell Payakan.” Lo’ak tone brokers no room for argument.

“It is dangerous,” you hiss. “You cannot go, Lo’ak.”

He stares at you for a moment, hand on the saddle hanging down.

“I thought you would understand,” he whispers, broken.

“Of course I understand,” you hiss, almost angry with him for forgetting what you have loved, what you have lost.

But you remember he is only scared, he is only a storm, he is only like you.

You let out half-hiss half-grown, grabbing a saddle and calling and ilu.

You feel the eyes of the two brothers on you.

“Y/N? What are you doing?” Neteyam asks, putting a hand on your arm to stop you.

“Helping him,” you whisper, and his eyes widen before he pulls back, your ilu coming and you skipping the saddle on him. Lo’ak saddles his own. “You should stay. Let me do it.”

“I’m sorry, Y/N,” he says, and you sigh harshly.

“Stay!” you shout to Neteyam, who shakes his head, takes another step forward. “And don’t tell your parents!”

“Lo’ak!” Tsireya shouts, Ao’nung and Roxto behind her, climbing off of their ilu’s and onto the woven dock.

“Stay, stay!” you hiss at them, dropping down onto your ilu.

Neteyam growls as you turn, diving into the water.

You hear splashes after you surface, and when you look behind you, the dock is empty. They surface soon after, and you sigh and look forward again.

Death is on the horizon.

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#jake sully x neytiri #jake sully x reader #neytiri x reader

[upontherisers]

in this room 'til we die

a/n: it has been ages, truly ages since i posted my work on here and, well, mota has given me brainrot. this tumbled out of me between midnight and 2:00 am and i'm happy to share it with you. title is from 'The Elevator' off of lizzy mcalpine's newest album. meet lieutenant vera west, bombardier

She’s trying to remember the feeling of it as she lies on the floor behind her seat. The moonlight flowing in from the nose dome brightens the space just enough to remind her where she is, but keeps the details hidden. Good. The thing she’s here for is in her mind. The rest is set dressing.

She closes her eyes and pushes her shoulder blades into the bottom of the machine below her. She’d melt herself into the floor if she could, mix with the metal until there’s no difference between person and plane. She’d become the bird herself. The belly of the plane pushes back at her and the pain activates her heart, which activates her instinct. She can do this. She can do this. 

Pilot to bombardier—Ginny’s voice washes over her—the plane is yours.

She knows what to do next, easy as breathing. Get the target in her bomb sight, give the crew the count down, hit the release, and bombs away. Bombardier to pilot, the plane is yours. I’m giving it to you, Ginny! The plane is yours. Do you hear me? You can come back, the plane is yours. They shake and jolt through flak as behind her, Knick Knack shouts the new heading to the pilots. All Vera can do is get back on her turret and pray that they make it through. 

They get hit. She knows they get hit from the monstrous boom on their left side and the sudden lurch the plane takes. There’s barely enough time to grab her chute as she’s screaming for everyone to bail, do it! do it now! But the bell doesn’t ring. Knick Knack keeps giving their bearings and Ginny keeps her steady. Can’t you hear me? Get out! Get out! It all goes black.

She gasps back into her body with a shout, the dark flooding her eyes. The shaking in her hands is back and she curses herself. Do the damn job. Her hands shaking could be—no—would be the difference between someone’s life and death, and she could not bear another nine on her conscience. She’ll run it until her hands stop shaking. If it takes all night and all of the next day and all of the next war. She has a job to do and she will not fail. Not again.

One measured breath, then another up into the roof of the nose, then she closes her eyes again, hears Ginny’s voice. Pilot to bombardier, the plane is yours.

The hatch to the nose opens but she ignores it. There’s a job to do. Give the crew the countdown. Bomb bay doors opening. Hit the release. Bombardier to pilot, the plane is yours. Ginny doesn’t answer. Bombardier to pilot, like being louder would do anything, the plane is yours. The plane is—

“It’s late.”

Benny DeMarco climbs into the nose, brushing his shoulder with hers as he lies down next to her. 

She doesn’t open her eyes. “I’m tryna fly.”

“That’s my job.”

The Ginny in her head goes silent and Vera sighs, opening her eyes. The roof of Our Baby is too obscured in shadow to make out much, but she can see the dents and dings she knows are there. How many more could it take? How many more Luftwaffe shells could find their way inside before they’re careening out of the sky, too? What would it feel like as the bottom drops out? She wishes Ginny or Tanner or Knick Knack or her dear Kitty or Gusty were here to tell her. But they aren’t and she is with her shaking hands and racing heart and fear of flying or falling and she wasn’t sure which it was. 

“Hey, hey, now.”

She doesn’t realize she’s crying until Benny sits up to brush at her cheeks with a gentle thumb. She lets him and tries to stop more tears from welling up at his sincerity. There’s no judgment in him as he holds her face, only that soft, knowing smile and those bright eyes, the light in them not gone yet. Thank God for you, Benny Demarco. 

He doesn’t say anything once he withdraws his hand, tucking his knees to his chest and laying his elbows out so that he could rest his head in the crook of his shoulder while looking around, arched brows giving away his curiosity. His genuine inquisitiveness makes her sniffle a giggle, and he nudges her with his foot. “What?”

“You look like you’ve never seen the nose before.”

He shrugs. “I’m never in here.”

“You should stop by more often, see what a real job looks like.” 

He jabs at her this time, and she really laughs. “Hey!”

“I didn’t come here to get razzed.”

“Then why’d you come at all?”

“Got back from the pub, saw your bed was empty,” he says, and he’s looking around again. She wonders why. “Buck wanted a head count. I had a feeling I knew where you’d be.”

“So you’re here for Buck.” She doesn’t know why she says it. He’s doing a nice thing for her as a friend—in his Army issued tank-top under his leather jacket, no cap, hair slipping out of its pomade. He should be in bed but he’s not, he’s here with her and she’s too stuffed up with her grief, her anger to thank him like she should.

He looks at her again and gives her a rueful half smile. “I’m here for you.”

That sits painfully on her heart. That’s not right—it’s the other way around. He’s the pilot and she’s the bombardier; it’s her job to get past herself and do her duty. Benny gets them through the flak and firestorms and all she has to do is drop the bombs. It isn’t so difficult and yet she nearly failed him the last two times they were in the air, with her shaky hands and Ginny in her head and Buck having to bellow over them both in order for her to drop. 

Her face burns with shame as tears bubble up again. She’s a coward, plain and simple, and she knows it. Everyone else can move on, get into the air again and complete the mission without being paralyzed, stuck between flying and falling, but she’s here night after night, begging her hands to steady just enough not to stutter on the release hatch. 

She thinks of the girl she was when she landed in England, bursting at the seams with fight and fervor, unstoppable, hungry to get up there. That girl trusted herself and her hands and her crew… her crew, the women who’d lived in her head as much as she lived in theirs. The women who’d made flying as easy as breathing. Her sisters in arms, the other parts of her brain, the reasons she couldn’t think straight anymore. She calls out into the blue once more—bombardier to pilot, the plane is yours—but it’s silent across the sky.

She wants to scream, she wants to throw something, she wants to kick and break and howl like the boys get to do but instead, all she can do is cry, and Benny is right there when she does, gathering her in his arms and cooing into her hair. “I know, I know.”

It takes a while for her to stop, longer than she’d like to admit, but he’s with her the whole time, patient as a saint. She holds on for dear life; there is no other option. There’s falling or flying or him, and he’s the only place that feels safe. His arms are warm as he tucks her into his chest and his legs bracket hers, holding her anguish, not letting it drop to the floor. He smells of cigarettes and his whiskey of choice and the sweet, spicy cologne he puts on when they’re on a stand down the next day. He smells of himself as she forgets what her girls smelled like—Ginny’s orangy perfume and Tanner’s hot comb oil that lingered after doing half the hair on base. 

You’re all I have now, Benny. And what if I lose you, too?

The thought redoubles her grief and her breath eludes her until she’s heaving.

He sits her up. “In and out, West, c’mon.” In and out. That’s usually Buck’s line, reserved for getting her out of her stupor and back on her gun after the bomb bay doors close. Benny says it with none of the major’s disappointment and all of his own kindness.

“I’m sorry,” she eventually croaks, trying to smooth out the wrinkles her fists put in his shirt. 

A comforting hand runs up her back, between her nightshirt and jacket. “Don’t be.”

Silence falls.

It’s quiet on the hard stand, a rare night when the ground crews aren’t hammering away until dawn. From the dome, she can see straight down the runways and out into the fields of East Anglia. The town’s lights are low in the far distance. It’s quiet for them, too.

The entire base has tomorrow off, which would normally mean raucousness to the nth degree, but things haven’t been the same since they came back from Algeria. Well, maybe John Egan’s the same, but the rest of them, the rest of them can’t stomach it like they used to—the empty beds in the barracks, the new crews that only last a few weeks, the war of attrition in the air, the sawmill, the fact that there’s no end in sight. They’re going up again in two days, to heaven or hellfire. 

She shudders and asks her hands to steady, if not for her then for Benny and the rest of the fort.

He pulls her into him again, murmuring into her hair. “You’ve been scaring us, Vee.”

“I don’t mean to.”

“I know, but you do.” 

“I just,” she starts without knowing where she’s going, “I just—” I’m drowning in the air, the floor’s out from under me and there’s nothing but sky above. “I miss my crew,” she settles on. 

He scoffs. “You have a crew.”

“No, I have a bunch of guys that let a basket case sit at the front of their fort—”

“Hey.” A hand cups her jaw, tilting it so that she looks him in the eyes. She’s never known brown to shine like that, in the light or in the dark. “I’d take a bullet for you, so would everyone else.”

Ain’t that the worst thing you’ve ever heard? That there’s another nine willing to leave her all alone with no thought to how it’d make her feel. No one’s ever the poor sap they tell stories about—the only paratrooper that survived the jump, the last woman standing out of three platoons, a lone P-40 fighting its way home, all that’s left of a mighty squadron. No one’s ever the poor sap until they are, and then they’re just another story to tell. I know a bombardier who took some flak to the chest, had to be grounded for a few days. The day before she’s discharged, her whole crew goes up without her and ends up crashing, no chutes. They’d just beaten the odds, too, flew twelve missions, went down on thirteen.

Then she becomes another superstition to add to salt and mirrors. Make sure your crew’s together for your thirteenth, never go up without your original bombardier. She’s a walking ghost story, the frequent recipient of poorly concealed pointed fingers and whispers behind hands. She’s not a hero who landed a bird on one engine and three dead crew. She’s the left behind, the abandoned, she should’ve gone down with her ship. No one wants to be her. 

Some days, she thinks that’s a fate worse than death. 

Benny can’t understand that and she doesn’t want him to, but he’s searching her face for an answer nonetheless. She reaches up and holds his cheek. He leans into her touch and she’s proud that her hand doesn’t shake, that he takes a breath for himself as she brushes her thumb over his soft, warm skin, touching that darling beauty mark that she finds so charming.

“Vera,” he whispers. 

That’s not enough, because he doesn’t get it yet. I can’t lose you. She lifts her other hand, cradles his face, and beholds—really looks—as if her gaze would be enough to protect him. He’s always been good to the girls, always quick to check a man who was out of line, a confidant, a shoulder to cry on, and since her girls went down, a genuine friend, careful and brash with her, keeping her feet on the ground. 

I can’t lose you, I can’t lose you, I can’t lose you. All the quiet meals in the mess, the long walks with Meatball when she needs to get out of the barracks, all the nights in the nose spent talking her back into bed when she insists on one more practice run. I can’t lose you. A lump forms in her throat and her eyes burn. She scrunches up her nose to stop herself from crying again and furiously swipes at her eyes. There’s been enough tears tonight.

He laughs, bright and brassy, and sits back as she sits up.

“What?”

“You’re the toughest bombardier I’ve ever met.”

It’s her turn to kick at him but he grabs her ankle. “I’m serious.”

“You’re always serious, Benny.”

There’s that smile that picks her spirits up.

She sighs and lies back down, wiggling as flat as she can. He takes the place next to her and it’s quiet except for the sounds of their breathing just above their faces. The floor is cool and he’s warm, and she wants to practice some more, but maybe she could rest for a bit. 

He nudges her arm after a few moments. “Can’t sleep here.”

“'M tryna fly.”

“Enough trying. You fly, you’re a flyer. You need to sleep.”

She doesn’t do that much these days and she tells him such. 

“I’ll let you take Meatball tonight.”

She opens one eye. “Yeah?” Meatball has a bed at the foot of Benny’s, but occasionally he parts with him long enough to let her have a night of snuggles with her favorite canine. 

“Sure, if you promise to stay in bed until reveille.”

Now that’s tempting.

#my writing #vera west #bernard demarco x oc #mota #masters of the air #there's not a name for this universe yet but i'm sure i'll find one soon #straighten up and fly right #vera x benny

[marinkwrites]

Yuuta Okkotsu

I wrote this in 10 mins because I just finished s2 and my baby is backk!!! Also, a little something for welcoming the New Year's with him

Yuuta was not a great cook and it showed, the cake so charred it was almost black, utensils tumbling down much to his horror as he tries to repair the monstrosity that he’d concocted amidst his increasingly flustered hand gestures, trying to valiantly assure you that everything was fine. You couldn’t believe his mouth could make a sound like that until you’d heard it yourself. You were in the common area, head down on panda’s soft and fluffy tummy, almost dead to the world because you’d been sneaking out the bed after Okkotsu fell asleep, a herculean task trying to extract yourself from him without waking him up because he holds on to you like you are his lifeline amidst this torrent, and he’d drown without you. You’d been knitting him a scarf, a scarf that looks like the aftermath of a war but you're trying! Then, it was five minutes to twelve and you go to him, all panicky and sad because he’d felt you leaving every night and he’s terrified but you ruffle his hair and hold his hand, dragging him back to your room, making him sit on the bed, asking him to close his eyes, because I’ve got a surprise for you silly! And the second you wrap the scarf around his neck, a little tattered sure, but so full of love and warmth, wishing him a Happy New year’s baby! His smiles, a little wobbly and his fingers shake as he feels the scarf, finally making the connection between your hands that were a little rough for wear and his scarf. Maybe you’d messed up because you’re immediately wiping away a few stray tears and before you panic, he hugs you, so fucking tight you can hear his heart thumping away in his chest. I was so scared princess! Thank you, Thank you baby. Happy new year’s and I am so sorry I ruined your cake princess. It was sweet nothings murmured into his skin because how could I leave you baby! and his ardor tracing your skin as Maki bangs on your door, Let me see my best friend Okkotsu! Shake Shake!

**Panda eats the cake 😉** (idk if it's advised for panda to eat it so don't come @ me. This is fiction and in my world, Panda deserves all the cake!)

#okkotsu yuuta #yuuta x reader #jjk yuuta #yuuta okkotsu #yuuta x you #jjk #jjk fluff #jjk drabbles #jjk imagines #jujutsu kaisen #jujutsu kaisen imagines

[greycaelum]

HI!I LOVEEEE YOUR WRITING!!!!

Can i pls pls plssss request a one shot with gojo and his girlfriend,where his gf always get really excited about snowing,to the point of jumping up and down and her eyes twinkling like a child?!

Its snowing in my city and i keep jumping up and down ;)

Scribbles and Doodles: { Let it Snow }

—Gojo Satoru X Reader

"Hi sweetheart, thank you for your kind words, I'm sorry it took me so long. Research and my job kept me preoccupied. I hope it's still snowing and be careful too! Have tons of warm stuff to keep you toasty and snug in the winter!" —Grey,

Satoru woke up to a chilly morning. He remembers turning the air condition mid-2 of the dawn after getting chills but now, it was even colder. Peeling off his mask, Satoru turn to his window and saw the grey skies, and he has to double-take at the white thing slowly falling off and cluttering on his windowsill.

It's snowing.

And by any chance, he's hearing a familiar voice faintly laughing.

Satoru groaned, pulling off the covers from his naked body. Rubbing his bleary eyes, he walks to his window and looks down. As if in a queue, you run through the small pile of gathering snow, a wide smile adorning your face, still in your hoodie pajamas.

"She'll catch a cold." Satoru clicked his tongue and grab his clothes. His muscles are aching and he'd rather sleep than trudge into the frosty powder winter has to offer. Satoru stop his tracks and went back to the bedroom. Rummaging through the cabinets he found his jacket and went out of the room.

"'Toru! It's snowing!" You shrilled at him. You ran in his direction and almost tripped on the slippery ground.

"Fuck, Baby, you trying to give me a heart attack?" Satoru held your arms and steadied you.

You just grinned in reply and stood on your tiptoes, grazing your lips to smear a kiss on your boyfriend's cheeks before turning your heel and tumbling on the snow again.

"Slow down, you little rascal, you wanna catch a cold or somethin'?" Satoru pulled back the scruff of your hoodie making you recoil and yelp.

He wraps his thickest available jacket around you, zipping the thing that reaches your ankles all thanks to his height, and pulls the hood over your head.

"There," Satoru smirked at your pout. "Now that's what you call a burrito."

"I can't move!" You flail around with difficulty, all the blame falling into the jacket's thick insulation. "'Toru! Get this off, you cheater, you're not even wearing one." You accused.

Satoru is tempted to hold a carrot around your nose but throws off the idea if he doesn't wanna sleep on the couch. After all winter's privilege is getting to cuddle you more to share warmth.

"I don't catch a cold, because I'm the stro—" Satoru pointed at himself assuringly.

"Because you're abnormal." You deadpanned and turn around, marching off.

"Hey! That's just mean. Come back here!" Satoru bends down and makes a ball of snow throwing it on you.

"Y-You!" You turned around only to get hit by another on your chest. It didn't take long for you and Satoru to have a snowball war filling the front yard with squeals and snowballs hitting whatever it hits.

By the time you're both spent, laying on the snow with a snow angel behind you both, your hands are all numb from the snow and Satoru's nose is almost as red as Rudolph's. Both of you panting but holding your hands together. This time a thin layer of Satoru's Infinity encases you to keep snow from getting in your eyes. Catching your breaths you both went inside, got into a warm bath, and eventually found yourselves tucked on the couch of the living room, hot cocoa in your hand, a bowl of chicken broth in Satoru's, and a thick quilt covering the two of you.

The snow quietly piles up outside, sweeping the city into a white wonderland. You and Satoru curled up on each other, snug and cuddled in each others' arms.

—GreyCaelum

PLAGIARISM IS A CRIME

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All rights and credits of the Jujutsu Kaisen character(s) mentioned image(s) and song(s) used belongs to their respective owner(s)

General Series Taglist: @ice-icebaby @aeanya @lexiene @tender-rosiey

#scribbles and doddles #warm winter for everyone #gojo fluff #gojo x reader fluff #jjk gojo fluff #greycaelum #gojo x y/n #gojo x you

[zoyaofthegardvn]

Kinktober 2023 Day 3 - Praise (Zoya Nazyalensky x reader)

A/N: Day 3 from my Kinktober masterlist! Smut!!! (18+ plz)!

Look, I know that it's January of 2024, but I TOLD YA'LL I WOULD FINISH KINKTOBER 2023 NO MATTER HOW LONG IT TOOK ME SO HERE I AMMMM!!!

Kinktober 2023 Masterlist

"Just like that, baby, making me feel s'good, fuck" Zoya coos, smiling down at you as you pump two fingers in and out of her wet heat, your tongue flicking along her throbbing clit. Your cheeks heat at the comment, and one hand lifts to rub against the powerful thigh she has thrown over your shoulder, her other holding herself up as she leans back against the bedroom door. She hums at the pleasure, "my perfect girl, always knows exactly how to make me fall apart." The praises tumble from her lips, and your fingers and mouth work harder with each comment.

You'd wasted no time after your meeting had ended, and what a sight it must have been, the two queens of Ravka fleeing their council room as if a war was to be fought and won at once. But when Zoya had seen the gown you'd chosen, the modest crown you'd had set in your hair, she'd been unable to stop herself from gushing about how gorgeous you looked, how you were all for her and her alone. Her fingers stroked your cheeks and her eyes lit up like she'd just discovered a long-sought treasure, awe and passion swirling in the blue of her gaze. And nothing gets you going like Zoya's praise.

Zoya cries out as you begin to curl your fingers, stroking that spot deep inside her that you know well. You hum when she threads her fingers through your hair, tugging as you wrap your lips around her clit and suck.

"Mmm, Y/N, always so good for me, aren't you, pretty girl?" She manages to raise her head from where it had fallen back against the door so that she can smile sweetly down at you, but her eyes are hooded and her chest heaves with pleasure. The heel of her foot digs into your back, and her free hand gropes her own bare breasts. She's close, and you'd do anything to get her there.

Gently, you insert a third finger, and when her eyes roll to the back of her head and she cries your name, you smirk as you begin pumping at a rapid pace.

"Saints, baby, feel so fucking full, so good, m'gonna cum," she near shouts, her legs trembling as she struggles to keep herself standing as her orgasm quickly takes hold. "Right there, baby, s'good, mmm," she cries, chants of "yes" and your name follow as she tips over the edge.

You pump and lick her through her climax as her back arches off of the door. She cries out as her fingers roughly grip your hair, and you moan at the knowledge that only you can make her fall apart like this.

When she comes down from her high, you withdraw your fingers from her fluttering walls, placing a final kiss to her heat before she slowly pulls her leg from over your shoulder.

"C'mere, beautiful," Zoya rasps, grabbing your upper arms and pulling you up to her height. Her lips meet your own and she moans at the taste of herself on your tongue.

"That," another kiss, "was," another, "amazing," her breath is hot across your face, and you giggle as she peppers kisses across your cheeks and chin.

"I aim to please, my queen," you whisper in her ear, squealing as she grasps your ass in response.

"You're so good to me, my love," she looks into your eyes, her gaze quickly shifting from loving to mischievous. "I think it's only fair that I return the favor."

#shadow and bone #zoya nazyalensky #grishaverse #zoya nazyalensky x reader #zoya nazyalensky smut #zoya nazyalensky x reader smut #queen zoya #six of crows #sab #sujaya dasgupta #grisha #king of scars #rule of wolves #leigh bardugo #shadow and bone fic #shadow and bone imagine #shadow and bone smut

[scorpioracha]

Genius Lab

Okay y’all maybe I’m in a studio mood but here’s a little Drabble for Yoongi and my first toe into bts. You know the vibes, rb,like,comment,throw a rock through my window. Also this is not meant to be serious whatsoever.

Genius Lab always felt so cozy this time of year. The changing leaves outside the window and the muffled noise through the glass was calming. You had known what to expect when you moved to Seoul, but sometimes you wanted an out, and this was it. Curled up on the leather couch dozing off while Yoongi was sat a mere few feet away from you tweaking some new song. ‘Not yet’ had become your sound track of the day as you begged him to hear a snippet of whatever he was working on. You could play the brat and tell him how you’re never going to come here again, but anyone could tell you were lying. Even if you didn’t get to hear one of his masterpieces yet—he always gave it—you were content sitting and watching him work. You had the best seat in the house, well the second best seat. Spilling water near his equipment gets you banned from sitting on his lap, and that’s the one thing he wouldn’t budge on. No matter how much money he made, he didn’t want to buy new things just for the hell of it if it could be helped. So you were banished to a far away land-the couch-and his precious equipment remained safe.

“Yoongi!”you called out, startling the man. You winced, you had been certain he was blasting music.

“Y/n!”he called back, turning to face you. His expression looked blank, but you could read it very well. He was amused already before he turned around, but seeing you feet in the air dangling off the couch he was close to laughing.

“Can we get ramen?”you asks. He pulls one headphone off his ear to hear you better.

“You know where my card is?”he says, eying you in a suspicious way. It was never usually a question, his money was your money.

“I know”you agree, “but-“

“Y/nnn-“

“I just think maybe it would be nice to go out-“

“No-“

“-side together you!”you finish, clapping your hands together. Little did you know this would send you tumbling to the floor. You sat up quickly to regain your dignity.

“Y/n no”he snickers. “I don’t think outside is a good idea when you can barely sit right”

“Those two aren’t even correlated!”you cry. “Injustice-“

“Y/n-“

“Slander!-“

“Baby-“

“Mutiny!-“

“Alright alright!”he concedes. “Just…stop accusing me on things”

You picked yourself off the ground and gave him a bright smile.

“I knew you’d agree with me!”

“This feels like manipulation”he says slowly.

“Love feels like manipulation, my darling!”you say, grabbing his arm and hauling him out of him chair.

“That’s not right-“he starts but you cut him off with a kiss.

“Nothing is right in love and war”

“Right”he says, shooting you a blank look. “Because that’s how that saying should be used”

“Exactly! You understand me so well.”you say, kissing all over his face. You think you hear the word ‘delusional’ come from his lips but you’ll just chalk that up to the wind.

#bts #bts fanfic #bts min yoongi #bts min suga #min yoongi drabble #yoongi drabble #bts drabble

[hydrangeyes]

Snowball Fight

So if you don't know, Yes this already existed, my old account was deleted (accident but I can tell I won't be getting it back), and am reposting my old x male reader works!

I don't know if I saved all of them but here is one that was saved to my AO3 account.

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This is a barely edited rambly cliché, empty brain hrs, I’ll edit this out if there isn’t any. Anyway, I’ve been called in early for work so this will be hella late.

Hawks x Male reader, demon quirk (it’s not that important)

headcanon that keigo does not like cold weather, that yeah cool air on his wings are great but ice cold about to make icicles cold? hard pass.

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It was a crisp freezing cold Christmas week. Monday to be exact. Everything was covered in snow and the few brave (or stupid) souls out that afternoon were running about last minute Christmas shopping. It was this upcoming  thursday after all.

And thank whoever up there Keigo found himself off for the holidays, because he did not like the cold weather. See his wings can keep him warm but his wings themselves couldn’t take how harsh the winter air gets in the sky. So he’s been dubbed “useless unless it’s an emergency”. After all, it’s not like there’s gloves for every individual feather.

Letting out a bored sigh, he thinks about what he can do right now, not going to his apartment was one. Days off were a blessing but how empty his place was around this time made him antsy. A thought to call- no. Just pick up a bucket of chicken and go home, not think about- a dull wack to the back of his head sends him tumbling forward.

“P-pfft!! Hahahaha!!!” A familiar laugh coming from behind him. Keigo straightens turning with a fake smile. There behind him was his current avoidance. Y/n L/n, a good friend turned benefits that well…He was catching feelings for.  They started out as work buddies, Enji asking him to test a new recruit with a ‘demon’ like quirk.

And boy was he a beast. A tall 6’0, tight but soft muscles, hooded f/c eyes, and black hair styled up to reveal an undershave. Y/n’ whole look fit his sharp teeth, horned head, magic quirk. To be honest, hawks was a little bit surprised that y/n was a hero. Given he looked more on the villain side, he was surprised y/n got this far.

But after the test it didn’t take long for them to start up a casual friendship. Keigo smiled a little at the thought. Y/n was easy going and fun to be around. He didn’t expect anything from him and that just broke down a lot of the reservation keigo had. To say it took long for him to catch some type of feelings from their fuck friends arrangement, would be a fat lie.

It was fun and had him dazed easily. But it was the softness after and the hang outs that felt like dates that made him feel like he needed to run.

Which was his current problem. Having all avoided the man for a few weeks now to figure out what to do with these new emotions. Keigo felt guilty about it but well he was never taught how to handle these types of emotions…. In a good, healthy way at least.

“So much for being the quickest baby bird.” Y/n teases once he’s close enough. Snapping back to the present Keigo huffs pretending to be annoyed, his growing blush at the closeness kind of giving him away. “Mah, what has you so distracted?” Y/n asks, chuckling as Keigo gets redder. Scowling slightly, Keigo picks up a handful of snow and quickly packs it with a swing.

Y/n yelps as it hits his face. And seeing Y/n with such a surprised expression sends Keigo into a snort of laughter. Y/n blinks looking at his friend laughing up a storm, his wings drooping in the release of tension and grins. Good, he missed his idiot.

“Oh it’s on.” Y/n said, starting a mini snowball fight war, that grew as fans and kids joined in. Keigo can’t exactly say when he’s felt this light and happy (outside of learning he was gonna meet endeavor as an equal). As it got darker, things started to slow and with some pictures taken and left alone to catch their breaths.  It ended with just him and Y/n.

Let out one more breath before slinging an arm over Keigo’s shoulders, this was not where he was trying to go with looking for Keigo but- Y/n hums as Keigo presses into him freely as the wind starts to pick up. -This was perfect.

“Hey. My place?” Y/n mumbles hopefully

Suddenly Keigo couldn’t help but want to be working rather than having to answer that.  Adrenaline came back and he pulled away a bit unsure. Y/n sighs feeling the tension come back.

“What did I do?” Keigo quickly looks up at in confused “Wha-”

“Look I know when someone is avoiding me. So I’m guessing you want to break this whole arrangement off or something?” Y/n say as calmly as he could, but there was an edge of defeat in his tone. Keigo felt his wings ruffle and try to curl around the both of them. It was old, dark, and too public (they were in a park the back of his mind whispered). 

He would at least have this conversation somewhere warm and private. “Can we talk…at your place?” his eyes focused on y/n’s shoulder. “Yeah.” Y/n mumbles back, with a flick of his hand opening a portal to his living room and shuffling them in. Keigo shivers at the shift in temperatures kicking off his boots and plopping onto the couch, as y/n does the same with his shoes following after.

“Than-”

Y/n leans down pressing a kiss to keigo’s lips. Balancing himself with one hand on the couch a bit hunched over. He kept his body relaxed just in case keigo wanted to push him away. But he didn’t, instead gripping his coat and using it to tug him closer, deepening the kiss.

(Watch as my writing changes now that I found mood music, at least to me it does)

“I love you. I fell in love with you and I’m terrified” Keigo whispers softly, the words ringing through the nearly empty apartment. Keigo chuckles wetly as he felt himself tremble but he held on and nipped at y/n’s bottom lip. Y/n stares down at him, eyes unmoving breath escalating. 

“Heh…heheheh-” Y/n sucks in a breath as euphoria courses through him in a wave and he knocks keigo back full onto the couch kissing him recklessly. “My sweet, beautiful keigo.. I love you too. And there is nothing you need to be scared of.” Y/n whispers back at a startled keigo.

Both gave each other shaky smiles, neither able to articulate the sheer happiness they were feeling. So with another boost of adrenaline, Y/n leans down to start his journey loving every bit of Keigo freely.

#top male reader #x male reader #hawks x male reader #keigo x male reader #bhna x male reader

[spnangelbang]

“Devotion” - Posting on Monday, July 3 

Author: FriendofCarlotta ( @friendofcarlotta )  Artist: Bees ( @xiejie-liubo​ ) Rating: Explicit Featured characters: Dean, Cas, Naomi Featured relationships: Dean/Cas Length: 29,295 words Tags:  Inspired by The Terminator (1984), Mutual Pining, Actor Dean, Fallen Angel Castiel, Happy Ending

Summary: In a future where Earth has been devastated by angels, the seraph Castiel has rebelled and joined the human resistance led by Dean Winchester. Humanity is on the verge of victory when the angels conceive a final, desperate plan: they will send an assassin twenty years into the past — to kill Dean before he can become a threat. Low on grace, Castiel nevertheless volunteers to travel back in time to save Dean’s life. As he gets to know this younger Dean, his carefully constructed walls come tumbling down, unleashing a love that Castiel has kept a secret for years.

Excerpt:

“You gonna tell me what the hell’s going on now?” Dean asked. The question came out sharp, tension still running like a live wire beneath his skin.

“I’m here to help you. You’ve been targeted for assassination,” Castiel said, and Dean damn near ran Baby off the road and into the lot of a used car dealer. An SUV passed them, honking.

“What the fuck? Why? I haven’t done anything.”

“Not yet, but you will. Twenty years from now, you’re a formidable general, commanding an army that’s on the verge of victory in a war against angels. I’m one of your lieutenants. The angel who was sent to assassinate you is…” A beat of hesitation, so short it was barely noticeable. “Naomi. Seraph first class. Same as me, but unlike me, she’s at full power, so—”

Dean hit the brakes, pulling to an abrupt stop and drawing outraged honks from two cars just behind him. “Get out.”

Castiel gaped at him, caught halfway through whatever batshit thing he’d been about to say next. “What?”

“Get the fuck out of my car.”

Instead of doing as he was told, Castiel crossed his arms and glared. “No.”

This, Dean could deal with: confrontation. Aggression. Something real to push back against. “The hell do you mean, ‘no’? How about I fucking make you?”

Castiel turned his eyes toward Baby’s ceiling, as if looking for help up there. “I know this is difficult to understand, Dean, but I need you to have faith that what I’m telling you is the truth.”

“Right.” Dean lunged forward, fisting a hand in Castiel’s shirt.

He pulled back his other arm and threw a punch.

#spnangelbang promos #author: friendofcarlotta #artist: bees #destiel fic #destiel art #spnangelbang

[dannythedanman]

The Blood-Red Egg

Fandom: Wings of Fire

Word Count: 1,052

Characters: Burn, Smolder, Original Female Character

Relationships: Burn & Smolder, Burn & Original Female Character

Summary: The blood-red egg that is mentioned in burns weirdling tower hatches the night she gets it

CWs: none

A/N: This fic/au is inspired by dragonsheep's agttdw video where she mentioned the idea and I feel in love with it!

Burn whipped a cheap terracotta vase at the wall of the SandWing Stronghold, screaming

"THIS PROPHECY IS NONSENSE! I WON'T LET SOME 9 YEAR OLDS TELL ME HOW OR WHEN I DIE!" She hissed, her tail rattling.

It had just come out that Morrowseer of the NightWings had had a prophecy stating that in 12 years, 5 eggs would hatch on the brightest night, choose a queen to win, and end the war.

Of course, Burn was enraged by this news (like she was by everything else). She knew she was the strongest of her sisters and that she would be the best queen once she picked them off, but now some random dragonets would have the power to decide who won!?

She picked a stray rock of the floor and chucked it out of the nearest window with a grunt. She huffed, watching the rock tumble to the desert floor, unsatisfied with the lame impact it made with the floor.

She whipped around and pointed at the soldier in the entrance of the room.

"You! In 12 years, I want EVERY blood-red egg you can find, DO YOU HEAR ME!?" She screamed, stalking closer to the frightened gaurd.

"Y-y-yes ma'am!" He stammered.

Pathetic.

-●-

12 years later

Burn sat in front of her fish tank in her weirdling tower. The brightest night was near, and she had sent a group of soldiers to go steal the blood-red egg of the prophecy.

It had been a few hours since they had left, and Burn was starting to get impatient. She preoccupied herself by admiring all her other unusual things and fantasizing about how the egg would look when mounted on her makeshift nest.

Suddenly, her gaurds burst into the tower with Smolder in toe. Burn sat up and faced their direction.

"You got the egg?" She asked.

"Yes, my queen. It was near the outskirts of the village, so it was easy to steal." The gaurd who was clutching the egg held it out to her.

Burn cupped the egg in her claws and stared it with bewildered eyes. They weren't kidding when they described the egg as "blood-red." It looked like someone had taken a paintbrush and painted the egg with blood.

"It also seems that MudWings don't gaurd their nests, so that was a plus!" Another one of her gaurds chimed in, disrupting Burn's train of thought.

"How peculiar." She noted, "It's perfect."

The princess strode over to the nest on the platform she had chosen to display the egg and placed it down. She backed away to take a look, and it almost brought tears to her eyes.

"It's perfect!" She yelled excitedly for the second time.

Just then, a crack! echoed across the vast room. Everyone looked around to see what had caused the noise, but it was Burn who had figured out first that the egg was hatching.

This had made the night better than anything Burn could've thought of. She thought about what weird specimen would crawl of the egg. Would it have three eyes? Two tails? Zero wings? The possibilities excited her.

She raced over to the egg and watched it intensly as more and more cracks formed on the red shell over time.

It was customary in most tribes to let the egg hatch by itself, but Burn did peel back a fair bit of the shell.

After what seemed like hours to everyone involved, a tiny MudWing hatchling hobbled out of the shell.

Burn stared at the babbling baby. It looked...normal. It was the regular deep brown color of the MudWings with a slightly lighter set of wings and underbelly and piercing orange eyes.

It was like every other MudWing she had ever seen, and she was mad about it.

"What is this!? WHY would a MudWing hatched from such a STRANGE egg be normal!? I DONT UNDERSTAND!" She shoved her gaurds out of the way and punched the wall.

As she stared at the newly dented wall, she heard the ear-shattering sound of crying. She looked behind her and, lo and behold, that unfortunately-not-defective MudWing was crying.

"Burn, get over here and calm down your 'perfect thing!'" Smolder teased.

Burn whipped her head around at her brother.

"I REFUSE to acknowledge that THING any longer! Take it back to the MudWing kingdom WHERE IT BELONGS WITH ALL OF ITS NORMAL MUDWINGS!" She yelled.

"W-we can't just take it back to the village! Queen Moorhen will know that we stole it and break off her alliance with you!" One of her useless guards said.

"And what if it grows up to be something super weird, and it just hasn't developed it yet as a hatchling!" Another one of her brainless gaurds chimed in.

"Also, 'it' is now a she." Smolder interjected.

Despite how stupid all the dragons in this room were, they did bring up some valid points (all except Smolder, Burn could've figured that out herself).

She strolled over to the STILL WAILING hatchling, picked her up, and laid her over her shoulder.

"Shh, shhhhh, yeah, yeah, just shut up already." Burn tried her best to sound compassionate as she slightly bounced her shoulder up and down to calm the newborn.

The MudWings cries turned to whimpers, then to silence as Burn continued to bounce her.

Burn felt an emotion she hadn't felt in a long time. She couldn't exactly explain it, but her thoughts were something along the lines of "Wow, I just made this tiny thing so happy."

It was probably just pride at how good she was at making dragons bend to her will. It was definitely that.

"Hey, not to interrupt the moment you two are having, but what are you gonna name her?" Smolder asked.

"Uh, I dont know." Burn turned her head to face the gaurds, "You guys! Make up a MudWing name for her!"

The gaurds scrambled to put together a decent name for the hatchling. Shouts of suggestions were laid over one another, but none of them caught Burns attention.

"Terracotta?" A light yellow SandWing gaurd suggested haphazardly.

"TERRACOTTA!" Burn repeated louder, "we should call her Terracotta!"

And just like that, the most important thing in Burn's life had a name. And it was Terracotta.

#wings of fire #wof #wof fanfic #fanfic #burn wof #wings of fire oc

[simpingland]

Masterlist

House of the dragon

Harwin Strong

❤️‍🔥 "A proper back"

Ser Harwin finds himself protecting the younger sister of Princess Rhaenyra, Daenerys, a lonely girl who dedicates to get into trouble.

❤️‍🔥 "The Queen's horse with no name"

As the future Queen of Westeros, Elaena goes to the royal camp with the heavy crown no one wants her to carry in the future. Harwin may be the only true support of the Princess.

❤️‍🔥 "Into the Dragonpit"

Part 2 of The Queen's horse with no name. Ser Harwin is dragged into a simple mission. But dragons are scary and Breakbones need her princess to save the day. He ends the day holding a baby, and I know you all live for that...

❤️‍🔥"Queen of love, Queen of Beauty"

The tournament is happening and Ela can't help but feel anxious for his now, obvious and undeniable crush, Ser Harwin Breakbones Strong. But the man needs to be the first making the moves, doesn't he?

❤️‍🔥"The start of a dream"

Ela and Harwin hear wedding bells but things get complicated, good thing they love eachother.

❤️‍🔥"A beautiful reality"

Ela is pregnant, but starting a family is a complicated thing, thank the gods, Harwin will always be by her side, like he swore to, for his Queen.

❤️‍🔥 "Crown of soap"

Ser Harwin only wants to crown his wife as the Queen of Love and Beauty. And the problem is not that Daemon is his opponent, but that his wife does not want Harwin to win the tournament.

❤️‍🔥 Harwin being your secret lover headcannons. (Male!reader smut)

❤️‍🔥"How to fix an aching nose." (Smut)

Harwin cant believe his luck, married to a targaryan princess, being completely in love with her, her being madly in love with him...Not many believe his luck neither. Only his wife can prove him that its all real.

Aemond Targaryen

🥓 "Too young for war, too beautiful for battles"

Being Daemon's daughters wasn't easy, and Aemond knows that. But it's even harder to see your only friend denying his love for you. If only Alyssa knew that the prince was as much of a simp for her as she was for him...

🥓 "Wolfs and dragons, both have claws and teeth"

A Lannister forever bonded with her Stark mother, Evanna founds her traumas arise when she gets pregnant with his husband Aemond's first child. The Prince, in the other hand...well, he's quite cute about it.

🥓 "To conquer as dragons"

Saera is kept as a ward of the Queen when the King dies. She is left surrounded by her mother's enemies, but Aemond was never one of them. In the search of Aegon, confessions are made on the daylight and arranges are made in the afternoon.

🥓"Today was a win"

Saera and Aemond arrive at Dragonstone, after he decided on choosing Team Black out of her love for her. But Aemond is not welcome and Saera has to prove his good-will. Part 2 of To conquer as dragons but many can't read it, hope it makes sense still reading it as a stand alone.

🥓"A wound willing to heal"

After kneeling for Queen Rhaenyra, Aemond and Saera struggle to win the confidence of the family. An incident during training makes Luke change his way of seeing his uncle. Part 3 of "Today was a win" and the part 1 doesn't show in tumble but check out my AO3.

🥓"My one true King" Male!oc

Alys Dayne is the secret love of Aemonds life, the only one he could trust with his feelings after coming back from Storm's Ends. Would he think of him as a monster? Would he destroy the boy's life?

🥓"Come and rest"

Storms are Bryanne's biggest fears, aside from many other things. In the night, Aemond invite her to his chambers, promising to protect her from the storm and many other things.

🥓"Alliance of flowers and wings"

When Aemond offers Lyassandre Tyrell a visit to Highgarden, she doesn't expect the gentlemen he really his, little does she know, Aemond wants something out of the smartest lady on court.

🥓 "Taste of Wine and Smell of Lavender"

At that very intense dinner with the "Velaryon" boys, Ashara Dayne, betrothed with Prince Aemond wants to know why is he so stuck in the past. Meanwhile, Aemond is surprised by her true character and charisma.

🥓"Zālagon and Vhagar" Male!reader

You are the heir of a powerful valyrian House in Pentos. But the only thing you wished for was to fly day and night with your dragon. Only the lonely Prince Aemond can make the future look promising. Part 1

🥓"The Duty to Protect" Male!reader

After years as lovers in Essos, the peace is ended when they call for war. Aemond is left with the task of staying in the castle while he has to see the love of his life leave for battle. Angst +fluff. Part 2

🥓"The Rumors"

Aemond is forced to marry a woman he was more than happy to ignore. But her sarcasm, brain skills and a knee injury makes him feel a bit too passionate for her.

🥓"To dance only with you"

When Aemond goes to war, his wife is left in sorrow, pregnant and angry. When she visits him to apologise, she founds him with the famous Alys. Things fall apart in a minute but Aemond is determinated to fix it.

🥓"To imagine" (smut, modern AU)

Reader has been nothing but the the moon and Sun for Aemond, so when she breaks down for the first time in front of him, he just can't help but confess all she makes him feel.

🥓 "Hidden door to your bed" (smut)

Aemond and you have spend several years looking for each other's company, each other's touch. But the waiting has to come to an end, even if it means that Aemond has to look for the secret path to your room.

🌜"Flirting and sleeping" (Ewan Mitchell x fem!actress)

Playing Aemond's love interest have the perks of giving you a flirty partner during promotion and a comfortable shoulder to sleep on set.

Aegon Targaryen

🍷 "Love is Patient"

Moments before the coronation, Aegon's wife recalls her first memories with the Prince. Patience was key on this journey to make things right. And this patience let love to grow easily between them.

Jacaerys Velaryon

⚜️"Black and purple"

Gia and Jace have been bethroated since children, but the Targaryen boy feels to good to be true by a simple lady like Gia, that dinner in King's Landing make the naive boy see things more clearly.

⚜️"Giants and other tiny things"

When an invitation arrives from Casterly Rock, Jace will need the help of Daemon's ward. The lady, much more sociable and simple, will accept, despite (or precisely because) she is in love with him.

⚜️"The Punch and the Car" (smut)

Modern Au! Jacaerys Strong never liked the girl his mother adopted, and made his life's mission to let her know that. But years past and reader can't handle that much hate from someone as intense as him. Baela and Rhaena have an idea. Maybe there's part 2.

⚜️"Never Pretending"

Gaella Targaryen (Alicent's kid) and Jace Velaryon were friends long before they understood what green and black meant. When they meet again six years later, they realise that there was always something more to both the court and their own friendship.

⚜️"The guide and the companion"

Gaella runs from the greens, hoping to be welcomed by the Blacks and more specifically the Prince Jacaerys. The feelings are strong but even in the same side, both of them find themselves way to separated by the past.

⚜️"Nightmare"

The tour in search of allies start, and the tension between Gaella and Jace must stop for the same cause. But the first stop is avit more difficult for reasons they never imagined.

Lucerys Velaryon

🌊 "Alone together"

Y/N Celtigar and Luke have been betrothed for years, but the reader is having a hard time finding true friendship on Dragonstone. Some tutoring makes Luke change his mind about his wife to be.

🌊"Trust"

Luke is enchanted by a new young Knight. He is so desperate to impress his crush that he put himself in embarrasing situations.

🌊"Touch and Protection" (Male!reader)

Reader has spend more than six years in love with Lucerys. But only when the times get difficult, one has to protect the things we love the most.

Rhaenyra Targaryen

🖤"Combing her hair" (fem!reader)

Reader is too concentrated in the idea of being favored by Rhaenyra to notice that the Princess is actually, way too fond of her.

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The Last Kingdom

Osferth

✝️"The little lights"

Osferth has many reasons to keep his love for you a secret. But there is a limit to everything, and if can't marry you, then he will make his bows during a secret handfasting ceremony by the river.

♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡

Ted Lasso

Jamie Tartt

⚡️"Who is Higgings?"

Being new at Richmond is always complicated no matter how many times you have been there. One lonely Jamie Tartts grows font of Rebecca's new assistant.

PEACE AFTER THE STORM

A Lucemond Fanfic.

An apology is hidding under the belt of Lucerys Velaryion, prepared to be speak out loud in front of Aemond Targaryen. But the instant hate his uncle shows him makes him hide his feelings once more.

Or

Violence keeps occurring between both boys and they will have to figure out how to go home after Aemond's chasing in the skies of Storm's End. This adventure puts on hold the Dance of the Dragons as the Princes are lost with nothing but eachothers company.

~~~~~~~~~~~~~~

Feel free to let me know about a character you want me to write about. Yes, i put a fried becon to Aemond, soz. I don't do "x reader" but i can try it. I can also write about many other shows. Xx <3

#house of the dragon #house of the dragon fanfiction #harwin x reader #harwin strong #harwin strong x oc #aemond targaryen imagine #aemond targaryen x oc #aemond targaryen #comrade aemond #ryan corr #ewan mitchell #please somebody request me a Rhaenyra x ofc pliiiis #rhaenyra targaryen #rhaenyra Targaryan x reader #jacaerys x reader #jacaerys velaryon x oc #aemond targaryen x reader #aemond one eye #jace has too many last names #jacaerys velaryon #ted lasso fanfic #jamie tartt reader #jamie tartt x you #jamie tartt x reader #jamie tartt #lucerys velaryon x reader #lucerys velaryon #aegon targaryen x reader #ted lasso #lucemond

[sarcastic-sketches]

Order 66 Aftermath

Context for the Kitsune!Anakin AU here and a direct continuation of this.

Order 66 has kicked off and the Jedi are in chaos, along with the rest of the Galaxy. Meanwhile, Padme has been pregnant with Luke and Leia for the past few months.

Despite the casual FWB relationship she had with Anakin - and the emphasis both of them put on being safe with the physical side of it - Force Fated Twins are gonna happen whether you like it or not. Whoops. Padme was not that worried about it when she found out and decided she would like to keep them, especially as they were with a friend she was still in regular contact with. She’s more than financially stable and has a good support network. Anakin was slightly more worried about it because he’s now got a thing for Rex he was intending to commit to after the war and this complicates matters but he’s gotta be upfront about it. Also, all those times he wondered about what it would be like having his own children come back full force.

Rex, however, has no prior expectations of relationships or the implications of having sex within said relationships so he has a complete non-reaction to the news other than how his General feels about it.

Rex: Is this Congratulations or Condolences sort of news? Anakin: Well that answers my next question. Anakin: I’m happy about it Rex: Oh, then Congratulations!

Padme still never goes to see a doctor (only had droids) because she’s worried the parentage would have become obvious. She’s picturing them randomly showing up with tiny little fox ears or tails on a scan and people to be like ‘hmm, wonder who that could have come from?’.

Which is something Obi-Wan picks up on when he comes back to Coruscant after everything and does the rounds to try and find out what the fuck happened. Only to encounter Padme who is still on Coruscant despite everything with a very confused R2. I think Obi-Wan probably knew about the pregnancy too because it genuinely was an accident despite both parties trying to be careful and Jedi having accidental kids cannot be unheard of. So, Obi-Wan’s less ‘I’m so sorry’ about the whole thing and more ‘how are you doing?’ before he then fucks off to find Anakin. Taking R2 with him.

He’s still gonna side-eye his former Padawan hard for why he didn’t just ask to bring Padme to the Temple for a check up. Any child of his would undoubtedly be force-sensitive.

Anakin: She said she was handling it!

Padme retreats to Naboo in preparation to have the babies because yikes the Republic just succumbed into an Empire.

Meanwhile, Anakin has been playing eeny meeny miny mo with which planet to hide out on since he’s travelling with a pack of vulnerable children when Obi-Wan finds him. Given the lack of Skywalker Twins to commandeer his attention in this universe, he teams up with Anakin who feels so much better that the kids now have a Jedi Master because holy shit. Playing with the younglings in the Creche is one thing, being the designated adult is very different. It’s nothing like being a General or a Teacher to Ahsoka..

I’m not actually sure where they go to be honest. Maybe Florrum so Obi-Wan can bully Hondo into keeping them safe because that sounds hysterical. Probably Tatooine though because it’s literally the last place Sidious would expect Anakin to run to and he doesn’t think Anakin would attempt a double bluff. Also Anakin wants to see his mother, sue him.

Owen and Beru are surprised to say the least when not one but two fully grown Jedi tumble out of the massive ship that’s just parked outside their farm. Then they see all the displaced children.

Owen: We are not keeping them all Beru: Not all of them.

She is absolutely going to be adopting at least one though and Owen cannot stop her. Especially not when she has Shmi as back up. Cliegg had died sometime after the events of AotC but Shmi had already grown to deeply care for Owen and by extension Beru so she stayed. They are delighted to hear that there is about to be a new baby Skywalker soon though.

Shmi: I hope you can bring them here. I’d like to see them. Anakin: Mother, of course! Shmi: I can’t believe I’m going to be a grandmother… Anakin: How do you think I feel?!

There’s probably a joke in there about Anakin at least having a reasonable expectation of children happening so it’s not too much of a shock. Compared to y’know, immaculate conception out of fucking nowhere. He is slightly mollified by this, but then they can both celebrate the fact that this child is about to be born free and he’s going to do his damnedest to keep it that way.

Anakin tries not to make it obvious that he's trying to find Rex and Ahsoka because he knows what Obi-Wan will say but he's not subtle and the kids are nosy and talk loud. But Obi-Wan is totally on board with locating them and trying to see if they can reverse Rex's conditioning if he's still alive. Anakin does not almost throw up at that.

They get lucky though when Ahsoka pings through their bond again and they manage to slice the last known coordinates of the Resolute. It's a tracking mission from there and all the younglings are very eager to help out and make it into a lesson of sorts. They are a little hesitant about looking for a clone after what they faced in the Temple but they are assured by Obi-Wan that they will be safe. They will try to save Rex if they can but he will not let any of them come to harm for his sake.

Anakin is… less sure. Sure he dealt with the clones from his 501st in the Temple before but this is Rex. His Rex.

Then again, if Rex tried to harm any of the kids, Anakin would know it was no longer him in there. And these are His Kids. In the end, Anakin never has to find out how he'd react because Rex finds them and saves them from Bounty Hunters.

I'm just picturing The Team stopping on some planet to pick up supplies and news. Anakin has taken some of the younglings with him into town because they're getting cabin fever and they're trying to be low key. Robes on, hoods up, no lightsabers, and keeping to the edges but Anakin is still highly recognisable (those tails are hard to hide and he still can’t shapeshift them out fully). They get the attention of prowling Bounty Hunters who have a list of unaccounted for Jedi and Anakin's trying to keep himself between them and the kids. Teeth and claws out. Only for a shot to come out of nowhere, nailing one of the Hunters and spooking the other into running. A clone comes out of the dark. A clone with blue painted Jaig Eyes on their helmet.

Rex had been on planet searching for rumours of escaped Jedi that he could then put in touch with Ahsoka, and was planning to steal the Bounty Hunters list. Until he saw who they had cornered. He's not about to look a gift horse in the mouth if the Galaxy just wants to hand him back his General. Who is alive.

Anakin just rips that helmet off and then there’s crying and a lot of kissing before they get back to the ship.

This of course then puts everyone back in contact with Ahsoka. There’s more crying. Everything has gone to hell in a handbasket but the crew is back together (minus Cody, I’m sorry lad, we’ll get you back) and they’re all doing OK. Plus, Anakin managed to save a fraction of the Jedi Order.

A call comes for them a few days later from Bail on the Tantive IV with a set of coordinates. Padme has gone into labour. Ahsoka leads the way immediately, since Anakin is about to be responsible for two more kids and hot damn does she wanna be there for that.

Padme has the babies - surprise twins! - and at first they both seem human, until one of them sneezes and suddenly there’s a different pair of ears on their head (if you’ve ever seen Wolf Children, yeah it’s like that). They are both also incredibly bright in the Force.

Then Padme is handing them off to Anakin.

She can't have two obviously force sensitive children with her on Naboo when it’s the homeplanet of the newly self-titled Galactic Emperor. Especially not Anakin's kids - the former target of said Galactic Emperor - with parentage that obvious. She, Bail, and Mon Mothma are about to build a Rebellion. He can stay with them at the base of operations they are establishing when not in the Senate and help if he wants or he can go into hiding with the twins. Plus, he's had a lot of experience with children because of all the time he spent in the creche. He’ll be fine.

He chooses to stay and help form a Rebellion. Him, Obi-Wan, Ahsoka, Rex, the little twins. Plus a dozen or so young Jedi.

Rex is suddenly a dad. He takes it rather well, even if he keeps referring to them as ‘tubies’.

#Kitsune!Anakin #rexwalker #Anakin Skywalker #Captain Rex #Padme Amidala #obi-wan kenobi #Ahsoka Tano #star wars #star wars writing #star wars au #sw au #can you tell this is my comfy time AU? #made this it's own post so it's neater when searching the tag on my blog #I have one more post written up for this AU and then it's just having fun with specific events in TCW but with Anakin as a Kitsune

[glowyyfish]

Some names for chapters/stories/songs/whatever that I've written down!

Warning: i got most of these from songs & quotes i like lol. Also there's like a lot under the cut.

-Isn't all that rage ugly?

-Painting brighter memories

-Walking straight into the sea

-Isnt bite also touch?

-She rots in my mouth

-Little things aren't so little

-Lust for a vampyr

-Give me shelter, the night is dark

-I just want your love, so don't waste my time

-Queen of swords

-Mistress of grief

-Lady of tears

-A love this deep wont stay buried

-She was a gentle sort of horror

-We fall apart when nothings new

-Hot drops of milk and red tea

-The stars look alive

-And your kisses at night are replaced with tears

-I'm not going to hurt you yet

-I gave you my life baby, and now I'm gonna take yours

-A longing for love and red wine

-Avalanche slide flows like a stream

-And if I'm going to hell, i hope that you go too

-Must be lonely loving someone

-The sound when leather jackets hit the ground

-I won't be at heavens gate

-Where did you come from?

-Why was i led to you

-Getting older, while you stay young

-A shiver and a rush

-The sky before my eyes is never colour gray

-She gave me half my bones

-And looking clean

-And do so as we please

-Making up new numbers

-Nothing matters cuz we're both in space

-It's such a bore

-Before the war, when she was young

-I couldn't kill to save a life

-But now I'm getting sick of you and it's just too bad

-We'll wait with knives after class

-I never gave a single thought to where it might lead

-All those empty rooms

-Ten years worth of dust and neglect

-Running through your hollow bones

-Maybe i should run, I'm only 21

-Got caught in a romance with them somehow

-What do you want from my world?

-I really don't buy that you're that kind of guy

-Let me go tonight

-Yet here i sing about nothing

-You must be from another galaxy

-You saved me from a certain tragedy

-Sink into the wasteland underneath

-I'll sell you a dream

-Why were you put on earth?

-Back to a time before i had a form

-Back to a time before i was born

-But i guess i wouldn't know

-We can blame it on that I'm young, naive and really miserable

-Fill my lungs up with your smoke til i find a way to breath again

-The moon controls the tide, it could cause you to drown

-The crystal tide is raising

-I think my fate is losing its patience

-And teach myself how to die

-Now I'm just making up facts

-There's no meaning to the words

-Your voice is driving me insane

-The words, they don't make sense

-I try to show emotion

-I know I stole that line

-I know they adore us

-You are who I adore

-Being this godly can't be good

-Walk away with all our little gods spare change

-Watch the world decay

-A cumbersome and heavy body

-Take my lungs, take them and run

-I ain't sending you shit, no offence

-Never really learned how to act right

-Don't kiss and tell

-I'm a star girl, about time you realised

-Cuz your brain is out of action

-Don't be cute, be scary

-Been mad since you were seventeen

-Ain't it funny how I scare myself sometimes?

-It's like this feeling is gonna consume me

-I wanna be your mate or maybe go on a date

-The Blue water makes you look so pretty

-But you and I will always be back then

-And hang each moment up like pictures on the wall

-Let me hear you whisper that you love me too

-I'll make you be okay

-Laughing as the waves come rolling to my knees

-And longing for what could be

-But that doesn't come so easily

-Endlessly reliving moments we never had

-I'd rather play dead at a necrophilia convention

-Horrors live in cavities and they come out at night

-Just to be clear, this is not a metaphor

-Rumble in my tumble

#if you know where any of these lyrics come from ily #writing prompts #chapter names #story names #this is mostly for myself #but you can use them too #giggles and runs away #will add more as i think of them

[dark-elf-writes]

And its works so damn well because that sexy bitch already has grey hair.

Concept: Kakashi pushing one of those multi-seat baby strollers with a bunch of squealing little ninja babies in it.

Little Naruto is cackling like mad as he and baby Sasuke slap each other. Shikamaru is glaring at Sasuke and slaps him back for touching Naruto (baby crush!). Baby Shino is trying to catch a butterfly that keeps landing on his nose. Little hinata keeps giggling at Naruto. Ino and Sakura are sharing a seat and playing with flowers that Ino pulled (they’re actually weeds but no one needs to tell them that). Baby kiba is trying to bark like Kakashi’s ninken and Choji is eating bone shaped cookies.

AKKSJSJSB SHINOBI BABYSITTERS CLUB

After Kakashi is told (loudly and often while the Hokage has his wrinkled head in his hands in something that looks a lot like defeat) that he can’t actually kidnap peoples children because they smell sad of all things a solution is reached where in the aftermath of the war where there’s still so much to be done and far too many kids were promoted far too soon and are all on some level broken, that the older Jonin with children can leave their kids with ANBU trained babysitters when they need to be sent out of the village. It starts with just Kakashi and Naruto (who he outright refused to take back to the orphanage and tried to bite the ANBU that tried to take Naruto from the sling on Hounds chest. How he did that through two masks no one is quite sure but the poor ANBU has never been the same) Occasionally with the newest Ino-Shika-Cho generation. Shikamaru adores little Naruto. The other two are less enthusiastic but they Al get along rather well.

Then Itachi gets assigned to the Babysitter Corps with a little Sasuke perched on one hip, all wide dark eyes as he gnaws on a plastic kunai.

Guy, for all that he’s not ANBU, gets lumped in with them more often than not because he also refused to give his particular orphan back.

Hinata and Neji become more permanent members of their little pack (Neji first. handed off to Kakashi with shaking hands and a pained smile. Hinata later also handed off by Hizashi with agony on his face and hands shaking so bad Itachi has to lunge to grab the little girl before he can drop her.) Neji, older than the others, is a bit unsure of what to make of all the babies — for all that he is just barely not a baby himself — but Naruto bounces a plastic block off of his head and shrieks something incomprehensible around his baby fangs and he becomes just as attached as Shikamaru and Lee.

(Sasuke lurks around the edges like a ghost. More content clinging to his brother or screaming whenever Naruto looks at him. Kakashi has a feeling it will only get more annoying as they grow up.)

Little Kiba comes next, all milk teeth and growls where the others cry. Naruto clings to Kim instantly too used to Kakashi’s own fangs and the grumbling dog the pack to even think of being scared. Kiba surprisingly attaches to Hinata sharing his toys with her and snarling whenever one of the others is too rough with her. He and Neji have left with bruises and baby teeth marks more than once.

Shino tumbles into the odd little pair that is Kiba and Hinata with a butterfly on his hand and some muffled mumbling that might have been words and the three become inseparable from then on. (Itachi actually had to go to the hospital after he tried to hand Kiba back to his sister before Hinata went home. Kakashi laughs at him for days for being so slow that the pup managed to get his teeth in him. He gets his karma a week later when Shino sets a wasp on him when he accidentally knocked over hinata’s block tower. Itachi’s red eyes told him he would absolutely never live that down.)

No one is sure how Sakura got added to the mix. Kakashi is pretty sure Ino kidnapped her on an outing but as he has no proof of that and her parents seem to find the girls’ bond more cute than concerning she just slots into the chaos perfectly.

Tenten comes last with more mock weapons than even Sasuke that she delights in hurling at Neji and watching him smack them out of the air. Kakashi has a feeling they are going to be a terror when they’re older.

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