#also he's just a guy who lies about his age and is so impressed by the smallest things
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Yandere Batfam x reader who cant feel pain
HEhehehe i just remembered a disease and I just had to write about a reader with it x yandere batfam.
Have you guys heard of CIPA? Its "Congenital insensitivity to pain with anhidrosis" which is basically a genetic condition when a patient cant feel pain to any noxious stimulus and can also not sweat, and yall are probably like "but SNoWWW, that doesnt like a diSEase. More like a superpower!!!" um no. You need to be able to feel pain or else you wont know what part of your body has been injured and get help before its too late. You could have thumbtack plunged in your foot and u wouldnt know unless it got infected and u probably saw ur foot changing color.
And now yall are like "but SNoWw, the anhidrosis part, where u cant sweat, sounds nice! who would to look like a sweaty pig in this age????" NO! Sweating is a necessary physiologic phenomenon because it lets your body cool down as it releases heat. If you dont sweat, you'd overheat and DIE!
Okay now that we've covered the basic info, lets get into it:
So, Batfam finds out about reader when she's just running into danger with little to no care for self preservation, and they dismiss it as you being just another dumb teen wanting to be hero and "change the world". Time passes by and Bruce is impressed by your passion and decides to take you under his wing.
It isnt until months later that Bruce discovers something odd about your behaviour. You were standing in the kitchen with the rest of the batkids, laughing and having a good time when he saw Dick had pulled out a hot pan of cookies from the oven and placed it on the aisle. The pan slipped, and without thinking, you had grabbed the hot pan with your bare hands very calmly and placed it back on the aisle, without so much as a hiss of pain or even a sweat.
And now that he thinks about it, Bruce has never seen you sweat. Not during training, not during summer, not even when after you ran laps around the mansion.
With a quick search on the Internet, he finds out about the disease and of course its Dick who he confides in first about his suspicions. Soon, the rest of the batfam has heard the rumours and now they're all watching you keenly to see if its true.
But Jason is the one who tests out the theory quickly by spilling some hot tea on your hand when you were busy talking to Tim about the importance of sleep. The room goes dead silent as they watch your hand turn red, yet you fail to react. It took you a few seconds to realise that they're all looking at you, and when you follow their gaze, it takes you a few seconds to react.
Or fake a reaction.
You shriek, pulling your reddening hand as you run to the sink and run it under cold water, your mind trying to come up with an excuse. But you know its too late when Bruce's hand comes to clasp your shoulder, pulling you away from the sink as his eyes examine your injured hand and... you.
"Bruce I-"
"I know, Y/n." He gives you assuring nod, carefully bandaging your hand as you sat in his office. "You have CIPA, hm?"
You looked down. Why bother lying? He's Batman, he'll find out anyways.
Bruce lifted your head and smiled gently at you. "Its okay. I'm not disappointed in you. I just... you could've told me." You shook your head. "If I did, you would've treated me differently... like a freak."
He sighed. "You are different, but I would've never treated you like a freak. You're not a freak. If anything, between us, I'm more of a freak than you." He was talking about being a hero, but you giggled at the thought of him referring to being a rich dude who cosplays in spandex.
Bruce cupped your cheek and smiled. "I promise, no one will treat you like a freak. But we will have to take some precautions for your safety."
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He lied. You've never felt more like a freak than you do now.
Every single day would start off with Dick waking you up and sticking a thermometer in your mouth because he needs to make sure that you're not overheating, even though Bruce has set a thermostat in your room that he controls and he's programmed it to turn your room temperature change by the hour.
Then Dick would start checking you all over for any bruises or injuries, even a scratch, that you may have caused yourself in your sleep. Originally, Damian was the one who had a whole checklist as he examined your body, but that all ended the moment you smacked him when he asked you to lift your shirt. Dick would just have you go and check yourself in the bathroom and trust you when you said you're all good. Also, you're much nicer to Dick than you are to the rest of the brothers (its his puppy dog eyes and that sweet voice that compels you to do as he asks. He's just too nice.)
Dick would then lead you to down for breakfast with the family, where Alfred already has your glucometer out because of course, they must check your blood sugar level every day, lest they find out you're diabetic or something. Only then would you be served your meal, which is a highly nutritous, perfeclty seasoned, balanced dish because they want to make sure you dont have any vitamin deficiencies (because how would they know???? you dont feel pain). But you cant eat just yet. No no, whichever brother is closer, most often Jason, will first taste your food to make sure its not too hot to consume (because you dont realise you've burned the roof of your mouth that one time when Tim ate a slice of pizza that was fresh out of the oven and huppahhuffpuhh the morsel out). Jason would then give you the go to eat and you finally do. You make sure to finish the whole plate (because otherwise Bruce will make note of it and then interrogate you "medically" why you didnt feel like eating all of it?)
After breakfast, while the rest of the batkids get to go to school and work, you dont (because Bruce thinks that your immune system could be weak and he cant risk you catching any diseases from the outside.) No, you get a special trip to the infirmary where Bruce and Alfred do a more thorough medical check up, taking your vitals, JOTTING IT DOWN, while Alfred hooks you up to an IV drip of vitamins. And even though they go to such extents to ensure that you're healthy, they still take you to a skilled doctor once a week for regular check ups. Bruce wanted to keep the doctor in the house to do daily check ups, but you talked him out of it that you dont want to feel like a lab rat who has her blood taken every day. Once a week is fine, Bruce.
Once the medical check up is done, Bruce would then take you with him, either to Wayne enterprises where you sit in his office as he imparts you "business education that no school can teach you." which you believe because... well he has managed to triple the Wayne wealth even after his parents death. If he's working from home, then he'll let you accompany him in his home office where you can either read a book he chose for you (because Bruce prefers to homseschool you himself) or do a puzzle/case he created specifically for you. If he's working in the batcave, then he'll let you tag along but you can only work here by brainstorming or doing some computer research, but in no way are you allowed to ever go on field and fight. No, not since your last incident.
Just 2 months ago, you were patrolling with Jason (because Bruce refused to let you go alone now. He just wont risk it) and you encountered some bad guys who were a little more well equipped than you two had expected. A fight broke out, and in the process you got hurt badly. Of course, you didnt realise it because you didnt feel any of the punches or the bone fracturing. Jason could only look at you in dread as you smashed your head against the villain's head until the guy passed out, all while your nose bled, you were covered in bruises from top to bottom, AND you had a bone sticking out of your arm.
"Jay? I think I'm hurt?" You asked as blood coated your teeth.
After that, Bruce forbid you from going out on the field altogether because you just dont know when to stop. If it werent for bones sticking out or blood dripping down your face, you wouldnt know that you've been injured.
Anyways, at lunch, almost everyone has returned from work/school and you get yet another balanced meal (temperature tested by another brother). You're now scheduled for some exercises, usually conducted by Damian (under Dick's supervision because otherwise, you'd just be smacking that devil's spawn.) You guys use the gym in the basement, where Damian makes you run on the treadmill for some time, during which he does not take his eyes off you once because he needs to know when he should stop you, especially since you dont sweat or are even huff. If he didnt keep time, you could probably run for a long time and not realise that your legs or lungs are begging you to stop and take a break. As you hop off the machine, he's immediately taking your temperature. He does it after every exercise he makes you do.
After that is done, you spend time with Tim who likes to have you try on little gadgets that should "help you feel pain", but so far, he hasnt had any luck (but he doesn seem to be doing good in disguising trackers in your daily wear things). Oh and Damian loves to join in because he gets to sneak up on you and prick you with needles to help Tim see if your sensory pathways work. They dont, but you dont need your pain receptors to detect Damian coming up behind you as you smack him when he tries to prick you.
Then dinner is served, and then you're ushered straight to bed where Dick, or more often- Bruce has you do a self check like the one Dick does in the morning, but Bruce also makes sure to check your eyes to see if you "accidentally scratched your cornea" or whatever, tucks you in, tells you that he's so proud of you for how youre handling this and that you can come to him anytime, for anything. He kisses your forehead, wishes you goodnight, and leaves.
Half an hour later, Jason sneaks into your room with the goodies- junk food and video games. You two have the strongest bond because Jason is the one who treats you the most normal, and Jason does it partly to piss off Bruce but partly because he cares about your mental health. He knows it cant be good for you to be cooped up in the mansion under supervision like a bird in a gilded cage.
So sometimes, he sneaks you out of the mansion and takes you out on late night rides on his bike. You can even watch him fight villains, but you're sat far away and can never interferre.
Unfortunately for you two, this sneaking out will have to end because Bruce had recently decided to set up some cameras in your room because he wanted to make sure you slept well without any abnormal breathing patterns. Bruce hopes he doesnt have to use restraints on you, because he's not blind. He knows you're uncomfortable with this intricate routine and knowing your impulsive self, you'd probably break your own bones to get out of these restraints. And then he'll be forced to use sedatives and he really doesnt wanna rely on drugs... he likes your company when you're not droopy.
And as Bruce had anticipated, you broke down. You finally tried to leave, and he could see the color draining your face as you realised that there is no leaving.
"Why isnt the door opening?" You asked Bruce, as his four sons slowly surrounded you.
"You dont have to run away, Y/n-" He tried to calm you down but you flinched away, eyes wide as you looked at him like he was going to harm you.
"Bruce, why isnt the fucking door opening?" Your voice trembled, shooting him teary glare before focusing your eyes back on the boys who were closing in on you.
"You're meant to stay here, inside, where its safe." He answered, heart aching at the alarmed stance you took, your fight-or-flight was going to kick in. He took another step towards you, hands raised in surrender. "We can keep you safe-" thats all it took for you to bolt as the boys began chasing you. Realistically, you knew you couldnt escape them but something about their intensely concerned calls for your name had you jumping out of the window.
Glass shattered and sharp shards embedded themselves in your skin and feet, but you didnt react to them. No, your brain wasnt screaming in pain, it was screaming for you to get out!
Adrenaline pumped you to run into the dark woods surrounding the mansion, but you were soon knocked to the ground by Dick, who cushioned your fall by placing you on top of him as his hands wrapped around your form like a cage. "Y/n, calm down and listen-"
You began thrashing in his arms, screaming in agony. "Let ME GO! YOU'RE HURTING ME-!" Dick's arms loosened instinctively and you took that as a chance to elbow him in the throat and run, thanking some deity for letting Dick forget that you cant feel pain.
But your relief is short lived as Damian catches you and pushes you to the ground harshly. "Damian! Be careful! She could break a bone-"
"Bones can heal, Drake." Damian barked back, pulling you up before he pushed you against tree. "Let me go, you maniac-" Damian's hand clamped around your throat, making you shut up. "You're the one who's a maniac. Look at you! You've fucking hurt yourself because if your astounding stupidity!"
You whimpered, clawing at his hand wrapped around your throat. "Dami- p-please let go- you're hurting me!" You cried out, but your eyes went wide as he squeezed your throat and bared his teeth at you. "Not falling for it, dumbass." So... fooling Damian wasnt as easy a feat as it was fooling Dick.
You stopped the act and looked at him dead serious. "Let me go, Damian, or-"
"Or what?"
Or what? Or what? Did he think you were out of options? Out of escape plans?
You dont know why, but that triggered something inside you.
Damian and Tim could only watch as you suddenly slammed the back of your head against the tree. "Y/n-" He gasped in horror as you leaned your head forward before slamming it back against the hard rough surface. This time, Damian's hand that was wrapped around your neck felt your blood around his fingers.
"Its my life and I get to decide how I should live it." You sneered before raising your head again to bash it, but Damian's hand quickly slipped from your neck to the back of your head, cushioning it when you smacked it back, the skin on the back of his hand breaking as it made contact with the bark.
You pushed him away and tried to make a run for it, but Tim grabbed your wrist. You tried to pull away, but he had a death grip on it. "Y/n, stop! You need to listen-"
"Oh is that so? I think I need this." You used your other hand to punch yourself in the face (because Tim would've dodged it if you punched him), making your nose bleed. But you didnt feel any pain, and now you were acting like a super soldier zombie that has no concept of self preservation who is going through fucked up lengths to prove her point.
Your eyes caught the sight of a glass shard poking out of your thigh. "Wanna see something cool?" You pulled out the shard, not paying mind to the blood oozing out. "Y/n, stop-" Tim begged, and you saw Damian froze in the back as you raised the shard.
They didnt know what your next target was- slashing your wrists, slitting your throat, or stabbing your stomach, but fortunately, they didnt have to find out as Jason came up behind you and injected you with a tranquilliser.
Sadly, you never felt the prick or sensed the hero sneaking up behind you.
thoughts? also, what other diseases would u guys like me to write for. i just adore these cool medical abnormalities lol
#yandere batfam#yandere batman#yandere batboys#yandere bruce wayne#yandere jason todd x reader#yandere jason todd#yandere dick grayson#yandere damian wayne#yandere damian x reader#yandere tim drake#yandere#yandere x darling#yandere x you#yandere x reader#yandere x y/n#yandere family
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everyone's a hater
#why does no one like felipe?#he's like#so fucking funny#he's also the perfect person to have gotten hit with the rouge card bc he's so weak and new to everything and he's truly just a little guy#so it just hits so much harder when he's forced to hate and hurt some he really looks up to#he's also really useful narratively during the time where gillion was gone bc he was so antagonistic to gillion and it really riled up chip#he brought out a version of chip we don't see often#he made him genuinely pissed#and his chill nature coupled with goobleck's silly one made for a really nice stark juxtaposition to the misery going on#it gives that arc a lot of depth and it makes it a lot more interesting#also he's just a guy who lies about his age and is so impressed by the smallest things#as a note: i get not liking his voice#i don't either tbh#my only gripe with him#sorry this turned out much more ranty than it was supposed to be#✨#🏴☠️
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Hiiiii, let me just say I love you writing!!!!! <3
Anyway my request is headcanons of Percy with a child of Erebus s/o. Erebus is the primordial god of darkness.
Like as a child of a primordial they’re extremely powerful and have like shadow powers. They also have really good night vision. They’re like super powerful at night because of all the darkness and a possible blessing of their step-mom Nyx.
Anyway have a good day/night :))))
⋆⭒˚.⋆ percy jackson x child of erebus! reader hcs
content: percy jackson x child of erebus! reader hcs
warning: none!!
author's note: i know the pics are very feminine, but i tried my best to make this gn bc i noticed the 'child' instead of daughter!! i think i did it???? if you guys see any gendered terms, lemme know so i can fix it!! i know this is basically the daughter of nyx one i did but i like nightime escapades okay???? (im actually terrified of the dark and sleep with a nightlight at my grown ass age)
"and what do you think youre doing?" a voice questioned from behind percy, causing him to slip and fall from the brick wall he was just beginning to climb
"ow," he whined, resting a hand against his surely bruised ribs and attempting to look through the darkness at whoever scared him
"sorry! sometimes i forget other people can't see so well in the dark," you laughed lightly, holding your hand out to pull him back to his feet
percy took it, giving you a slightly grateful smile as he was back on his feet
"you must be y/n, then? erebus' kid?" percy questioned, dusking his sweatpants off, suddenly wishing he'd changed into better clothes like he vaguely thought to do
what kind of impression does blue food dye stained sweatpants give???
a bad one, surely.
"yup! the one and only, spooky master of the dark," you mocked all, dramatically, waving your hands around, which percy could just barely make out in the darkness
"great title. i personally go by lord of the seafoam but that's what my enemies call me," percy joked, enjoying your chuckles more than he thought he would
"and what do your friends call you?" you questioned with a tilt of your head.
"oh, also lord of the seafoam. or percy," he winked with a beaming smile that you didn't need night vision to see.
"well, lord of the seafoam, you never answered my question."
"hmm? OH! right, well, you see, my step dad mentioned something about a meteor shower tonight and i was trying to get to bunker nine to sit on the roof to watch it," percy explained with a shrug
"no way! me too! well, i was gonna use the half blood hill, but still!" you replied, bouncing on the balls of your feet in excitement
"actually, could i come with you? you know how leo is, probably still working in there and once he starts yapping, he never stops. i'd probably miss the whole thing," percy lied.
he knew leo was dead asleep and he gave percy a key to bunker nine just so he could watch the meteor shower
but was he really gonna pass up the opportunity to watch it with someone so dashing?? he's stupid, but not that stupid
"yeah, course! c'mon, i got snacks too!" you nodded, instantly, reaching forwards and grasping his wrist and dragging him towards half blood hill
percy was grateful you were leading the way for two reasons: one, he couldn't see for shit in this darkness, and two, it allowed him to hide his blush behind your back.
you'd already set up a place by what used to be thalia's tree, a blanket splayed out and snacks splattered on top
it was a perfect view over camp and of the sky, percy sure it would be difficult to miss the shower now
but, while you guys waited, you and percy couldn't seem to stop talking
the randomest and stupidest stuff
"aliens. yes or no?"
"obvi. hard yes."
"is cereal a soup?"
"technically yes, but i'd like to live in delusion that's it not."
"who do you think-" percy started but got cut off by your hands shooting out and wrapping around his arm
"look, look! it's starting!" you explained, pointing up at some streaking lights through the dark sky
you guys watched in silent awe for a while before percy leaned over to you, which wasn't much of a distance as you still clung to his arm
"why does a shooting star taste better than a comet?" he whispered, his eyes still on the sky
you squinted at him suspiciously but hummed in question
"It's a little meteor."
silence and then the cutest giggles percy's ever heard
"that's so chessy!" you managed to get out between your laughs, basically curled into percy's side
and his smile was beginning to hurt his cheeks
then a comfortable silence settled over the two once more, their eyes drawn back to the fireballs shooting through the sky
well, your eyes were
percy's eyes stayed on you, his blood rushing in his ears and his heart beating like a drum
then you caught him, out of the corner of your eye, biting your lip to keep your smile at bay
you were sure he didn't know you knew, your excellent night vision being the only reason you could see his eyes on you so clearly
then the final meteor flew by and percy started praying for just one more, not wanting the night to end
"this was fun...lord of the seafoam," you mocked, bumping your shoulder with his
percy laughed at the call back, but his heart wasn't in it
he knew this night would end and you guys would just be acquaintances, someone you just wave at as you pass on the way to your cabin, but never another conversation to be had
or that's what percy thought.
"of course, master of the darkness," he tried to joke, trying to hide his disappointment at the ending night, "any time-"
before he could get another mopey word out, you were shooting forwards, a kiss pressed firmly to his cheek
the words died on his tongue
"you know, i think the full moon is tomorrow. do you wanna-"
"yes. totally. let's do it," percy instantly cut in, shaking off your nearly paralyzing touch, the need to see you again enough to break him of any spell or prison.
#postcards from covey ౨ৎ#all my love ౨ৎ#pjo#pjo fandom#percy jackon and the olympians#percy jackson#percy jackson x reader
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Jungkook
𝐒𝐥𝐮𝐭𝐬 𝐓𝐨 𝐋♡𝐯𝐞𝐫𝐬 [Intro]
"I dont care how many names you've screamed in the past; tonight, you're screaming mine."
Or alternatively: you're moving away in a week, and that gives Jungkook seven days to try and make you stay instead.
Tags/Warnings: Fuckboy!Jungkook, Fuckgirl!Reader, Angst, Misunderstandings, Friends/Enemies to lovers, Very suggestive, adult, hurt and comfort, smut, did I mention angst? It's worth it in the end tho promise
Length: didn't count I wrote this while watching anime oops
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A/N: Hello boo haha
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There's not much you can really say about him that's not just absolutely confusing.
Well- maybe you also kind of are at fault for making things so confusing in the first place, because down the line, everything about this mess is kind of your own fault.
Jungkook knows you as loud, happy, sexy and open-minded. You dress like a barbie, you laugh without trying to appear a certain way, and you know when to act dumb to get your way. He also knows you as sexually adventurous, active, and open for everything if it fits within your own personal boundaries. He himself considers himself a hedonist after all- he chases the purest forms of pleasure, be it sexual or platonic. It's a little cute how he can find a certain sense of fullfillment and happiness from just being hugged or talked to- though you know that he's also very aware of his own charms, and knows when to weaponize them.
He takes good care of himself- something you don't see often to this extend in guys his age. They typically aren't at that stage yet where they realize that their body is something to be cared for to keep it healthy for a long time- and if they do care about their body, they end up almost obsessed with it, never thinking about anything else, suddenly only looking at everything from a purely aesthetic perspective.
He's odd. But in a certain way, he's exactly what you knew you'd end up crushing on. Hard.
And that's the problem. He really, Really wants to hook up with you.
Now that's good, right? Who would say no to their crush asking to fuck them- it's a jackpot, really, is it not? He's also very obvious with his interest beyond just sex as well- he constantly flirts, invites you to his place, or visits yours. He pays for any food you both get together, he visits the movie theater with you, holds your hand in a cheesy way just to make you blush, calls you baby, darling, princess and so much more. So what's the fucking issue?
The issue is that you're an absolute fraud.
You never have wild dates or exciting sex. You never actually experienced most of the stories you've made him believe, and you most certainly aren't more experienced than him. In fact-
you've never had sex. At all.
You're a virgin.
And Jungkook thinks you're an experienced sex-goddess. Because that's what you want him to believe. That's what you made him believe.
It really started with simple white lies- whenever your apartment was cluttered to the point that it made you embarrassed to invite him in, you'd just hiss out the door that you had someone over. Then it evolved into trying to impress him with made up experiences, just to fall into conversation with him.
And suddenly, it all got out of control.
Now you've created a whole entire persona that isn't actually real at all- and it seems like that'll ruin all your chances with him for good. Though, if you think about it, you have to admit, that if he fell for your made-up-character,
did he even fall for you at all?
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"I mean that's cool and all but-" Jungkook says as he walks next to you, hands in his pockets. "-how're you gonna travel every day from Seoul to Busan? That's two and a half hours with KTX." He mumbles, looking out for you by gently pushing you closer by your shoulder to make way for a bike riding past you.
You hate how domestic it feels. Like he's your boyfriend or something.
"Uhm yeah well-" you mumble, looking down at the tips of your babypink heels. "-that's why I'm moving. To Busan." You admit, and it's silent for a moment while you both walk around the park together.
You're not sure what he's thinking. Is he giving up? Sure, that would hurt, but it's also for the best. In busan you can start over, away from all the lies you've made up here-
"How can I make you stay?" He asks suddenly, and you re not sure if you've heard him correctly.
"What?" You ask because of that, and he shrugs.
"How can I make you stay?" He repeats. " I can't leave Seoul because of my job and all- but I know that you've got the option to stay here instead of being transferred to Busan." He explains. "I'm not sure why you want to leave, and it's none of my business- so instead I wanna know what I can do to make you stay instead."
"Why would I stay?" You just answer, hands behind your back as you jump a bit with every step next to him, trying to mask your nervousness with your usual childish acting. "You can just fuck someone else and forget about me." You laugh, when his hand reaches out to hold onto your bra strap, keeping you still as you stop walking. "Hey-!" You bark, until you see his face.
"I don't wanna forget about you." He tells you. "And I don't just want to fuck you either." He denies, looking at you now in a more serious manner.
"Well you're gonna have to." You shrug, crossing your arms.
"How long?" He asks suddenly, a challenging glint in his gaze as he crosses his arms as well, muscles in his arms defined as the fabric of the sleeves of his black T-Shirt stretch around his biceps.
"How long what?" You bite back equally as petty in tone.
"How long until you move?" He asks, chin up as he watches down towards you.
"A week-" you start, and he suddenly smirks impishly, before he reaches out to playfully tap underneath your chin, the gesture catching you off guard.
"That's enough time." He chirps happily, starting to walk again, a newfound confidence in his step.
"Enough time for what?" You wonder as you call after him, turning around to look at him.
"Enough time to make you stay." He boldly exclaims back-
Leaving you with an odd feeling in your stomach.
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Taskmaster Recording Report
This will be a long post and it has spoilers, so proceed with caution. More after the cut.
I will put in two different sections, what happened on warm-up and between takes and what they cut from the episode and I remember.
WARM UP
Greg told people to stop sending sexy DMs because he would disappoint all the ladies/some guys.
He introduced Alex who came to the stage and hugged Greg's...knees?
Greg told the audience Alex was a master and could mimic any animal doing a dance style. He did a guinea pig first and it was the cutest thing, then a wolf (there is a picture of this that was used on a press release) and then a lion. When Greg asked about a dance style I yelled SAMBA with all my strength and then I saw Alex trying to samba as a lion. It was amazing.
Mark Olver asked who came from furthest to watch it and I raised my hand and said Brazil and he said BULLSHIT, you didn't come here just for that. I then explained I also was going to see Tim Key in Cardiff the next day and he was like "Oh..she did came here just for that then"
Again British people can't understand my name so I was referred as "Brazil" for the rest of the afternoon
I was also questioned about how do I watch the show and I quickly replied Youtube .
He made me list my favorite contestants to see if I could stay in the country. I tried to think which contestants were on the YouTube series uploaded. I then said Bob Mortimer, Mike Wozniak and Mark Watson (Alex smiled a bit when I said his name). Olver went " I can't believe someone in Brazil was watching the Woz fart a pile"
When I was telling I am from Brazil Alex waved at me and I was sure he knew who I was because long story short a bunch of friends really made me feel special and got me a signed book by Alex and he knew I was going to be there after travelling for 14+ hours.
At that point Greg said "Did you come for me???" and I pathetically went YES Y ES YES. He waved at me and IDK till today how I survived this.
They joked about a guy being first row and not being a fan,Mark asked who he had to fuck to get those seat and greg was pointing to himself.
They said we were clapping at the wrong places and that would confuse Alex and Greg
After the recording when I got back to London randomly meet Asim Chaudhry on Leceister Square. He was so sweet. We chatted a bit , I talked about how Sandman was big here, and that he had Brazilian fans and he got very excited and telling his mates about it
STUDIO
Sue got a massive round of applause. I think she and Julian got the big whoops from the crowd
The prize task was so much longer. Lucy went for ages talking about the ghost of the dog, and Greg kept asking questions. I knew most of it would be cut, but Greg kept mentioning during the episode and made me question how they would edit the references. They are bloody genius those editors.
Sam's Pinocchio made quite the impression, and Greg had a lot of fun with it. They talk about Pinocchio's penis, there was questions if it grew too with the lies. And Greg kept saying Pinocchio during the recording.
Sue's monkey orgy story was longer too.
When they showed Sam getting super closer to Alex, Greg mentioned Alex was very uncomfortable with touch and to prove that he got really touchy. BTW guys the amount of hand touches, and whispers behind the cards...they are insane
After the team task they were basically talking about how kinky it was, and Greg joked about Alex tied up , hogtie style and that he enjoyed. This was the thing I was most excited and I hope they put on the outtakes because I know how the fandom will be mental about it.
Greg is...MAGNETIC! Like the man demands attention and is very hard to not be looking at him. I kept looking at them at the studio and mostly ignored the tasks because I knew that I could see them later.
The live task took ages to set up and to reset after every round, Greg even joked we would spend the night there. It was more or less 3 hours of taping.
Greg interacted with us a lot because they had to reset the seesaw all the time, At one point he asked us to go "oooooh" that was show in the episode but he asked Alex using those words "Do you want the audience to oooh you while you pull it out slowly for me?" and he said with such a voice that...if I were a dude I would have a boner.
There was a point when Alex had to explain the outcome and he got it wrong and the audience corrected him to Greg's delight, he was very giggly. Sue got quite mad at Alex and the chains.
I guess it was this. At least that is what I took from my notes.
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For hazbin hotel au: what would happen she found out at first meeting with alastor and kept it a secret because she didn't know how to process it?
By 'she' I'm guessing you mean Charlie?
I don't think she'd end up keeping the secret for all that long, to be honest. We know how she feels about keeping secrets from loved ones, although she's not nearly as close with Alastor so it's somewhat excusable. I feel like Charlie would still believe she had an obligation to tell the truth though.
I'm also not sure what scenario would allow Charlie to know but not Alastor OR Lucifer. The reason I decided Lucifer was wasted when he hooked up with Nicaise is because Vivienne described Lucifer and Lilith as being deeply in love. Even if some things have changed, I don't think Lucifer would ever intentionally cheat on Lilith. Even if their relationship was an open one, I doubt Lucifer would have knowingly abandoned any kid of his.
So if Lucifer didn't know, I don't see how Charlie would.
Buuuuuuuuuuuut...
Let's say she does figure it out. Not right off the bat, but over time she pieces together some clues from things she's heard Alastor mention offhand and stories Lucifer told her when she was a bit younger, before they stopped talking regularly. She doesn't know what to say to Alastor, so she goes to Vaggie, who doesn't really know how to handle the situation either. But there's one guy who has to have answers, right?
Charlie ends up calling Lucifer earlier than in canon, inviting him to the hotel to talk about 'something important.' Sometime after episode 4 but before the months-long time skip between then and episode 5. Lucifer comes running over, eager to see Charlie for the first time in ages.
He meets Alastor... aaaaaand does NOT make a good first impression. You've seen Dad Beat Dad.
There's no Mimzy to break up the argument this time (she won't show up for another 4-5 months) so Charlie has to stop things before they escalate. Fortunately, reminding Lucifer that she had something important to talk to him about is enough to get him to drop his sniping match with Alastor.
Unfortunately, trying to extract the truth from Lucifer is like pulling a tooth. Charlie keeps trying to subtly poke and prod but Lucifer's only half-listening, distracted, or he gets wrapped up cooing over his 'little girl.' Vaggie's not around to provide backup, since Charlie wanted to speak with Lucifer alone.
Eventually Charlie gets fed up with Lucifer's rambling and snaps, "DAD! Did you cheat on Mom?"
It takes Lucifer a hot minute to process the question.
When he does he's shocked and hurt... and a little afraid.
"Why would you ask that?" he wonders, and Charlie walks him through her mental math. Once in a moment of drunken vulnerability, Alastor let slip that he was conceived at Mardi Gras in New Orleans, in the same year that Lucifer snuck to Earth. And that his father was never in the picture. Lucifer is embarrassed as he admits he doesn't remember the entirety of that night. But surely it's just a coincidence, right? Lots of kids were conceived that night, at that parade.
Charlie tells him that Alastor's mom apparently referred to his father as an 'angel' and suddenly Lucifer's not so sure.
They don't bring it up to Alastor yet. It's still not 100% certain, and Charlie doesn't want to drop that on Alastor's lap in case she turns out to be wrong. But she keeps wondering, picking out the little things she and Alastor and her father have in common. It's MADDENING. On top of which, now Charlie's daddy issues are exacerbated by the revelation that, whether or not Alastor actually is her brother, Lucifer might have strayed when he went up to Earth. She asks him to leave and Alastor's all too happy to sneer at Lucifer on the way out.
The next few months pass as they would have in canon, with Charlie mainly focusing on trying to redeem Angel Dust and Sir Pentious, BUT with one difference. She also spends her time trying to talk to Alastor more about his family and life on Earth. He's not entirely receptive to her questioning. Ultimately he'd rather just forget who he was as a human and embrace being the Radio Demon. But, from time to time, he feeds her tidbits of information that can't really be used against him. After all, if she feels like they're 'close' then he can use that to his advantage. Over time, though, Alastor starts doing his own math, and picks up some hints as to what Charlie's weird behavior is really about.
Lucifer, meanwhile, spends the time doing some digging and trying to figure out whatever became of Nicaise after Mardi Gras, 190x. His research pretty much confirms what he and Charlie had begun to suspect. One solace; it seems like Nicaise went up to Heaven. But Lucifer is devastated to learn that she left behind a 10-12 year old child when she did.
#ask#anonymous#Hazbin Hotel#the Devil's Bastard AU#Charlie Morningstar#Lucifer Morningstar#Alastor#yes I am taking this opportunity to inject more angst into this AU
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more black zero please!
“I hope you all know I’ll be holding that against you,” Black Zero informs the Justice League, eyeing them darkly. Assholes. Assholes willing to strap a two year-old clone to an atomic bomb to investigate a threat they didn’t know jack shit about without backup.
He could use a stronger descriptor than “assholes”, actually.
“This isn’t the situation where you get to threaten people,” Superman says, narrowing his eyes at him. Black Zero genuinely debates taking a page from his teenage selves’ books and flipping him off. If Superman wants to talk to him like he’s somehow under the impression that he’s the strongest person in the room, he should, perhaps, remember that Wonder Woman is three feet away from him, and also that Black Zero himself is, again, an upgrade. “This is the part where you give us a reason not to send you to the Phantom Zone.”
Black Zero really should just punch him.
“Well, if you’re going to try me on hearsay, technically I am a minor,” he drawls, raising an eyebrow at Superman. He really did expect someone more impressive. “I’m the exact same age as your ‘Kon-El’, in fact.”
“I mean, give or take a reality,” Superboy says, gesturing awkwardly. “But, uh–yeah. I mean, Black Zero didn’t time-travel or anything, Cadmus just grew him to full-size and then kinda, uh . . . tossed him at Metropolis and told him to just . . . go be Superman. Which did not go well, for the record, so like–I mean, I get the Phantom Zone concerns, but he didn’t start out bad, and, well . . .”
“It did not go well, no,” Black Zero agrees, his lip curling in disdain at the memories. Superman looks unsettled for a moment, then narrows his eyes at him in obvious judgment, like he thinks he has the right.
“You’re a psychological adult,” he says. “You knew better than to do what you’ve done.”
“You stayed dead in my reality,” Black Zero says, wondering what the inside of this idiot’s head must be like. Sunshine and puppies and bullshit, apparently. “Left it all to me. And you don’t know a thing about what I had to do.”
He knows much better, in fact. Better than Superman, who was accepted even as an alien stranger who lied about his name to everyone he met. Everyone in Black Zero’s home reality had known exactly who he was and where he’d come from and what he’d been made for from day one, but they’d never trusted him half as much as their precious original Superman, even before things had started going bad.
Black Zero still finds that ironic, considering. He has human DNA. He had humans he cared about. Specific and visible ones who weren’t just allied superheroes or people who could conveniently spin his existence for the press.
No one could say the same about Superman. Not as far as they knew.
“And you clearly made your choices,” Superman says. Black Zero gives him a flat look, then decides he’s not worth acknowledging any more than he already has and looks back to Superboy.
“I’ve never actually met a Superman before,” he says. “Are they all this fucking sanctimonious?”
“I mean, I’ve gotten some very weird lectures from the guy,” Superboy admits, making a bit of a face. “But he’s not–what the fuck does ‘sanctimonious’ even mean, asshole?”
“It means he thinks he’s morally superior to the rest of the conversation,” Black Zero says. “And that he’s making a point of shoving that ‘fact’ in our faces.”
“He is morally superior to us,” Superboy says in exasperation, scowling up at him again. “He’s Superman! That’s his whole thing!”
“And I’m sure you came to that conclusion completely on your own, and through no outside influence whatsoever,” Black Zero says dryly. “Definitely no ‘very weird lectures’ were involved in the process.”
“Don’t twist my fucking words around!” Superboy snaps indignantly.
“Kon . . .” Superman says, his jaw tightening. Black Zero continues to ignore the spare parts, for obvious reasons.
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Lord, all I want is to turn my roommate into a hot biker my age, around 18/20 years old…. My current roommate is just a nerd, showers everyday, and is too clean. I want a goofy, dumb biker boy roommate please!
Your roommate really is a pain in the ass. He's constantly lecturing you about some astronomy shit that you're really not interested in. He plays video chess with some friends who live in the middle of nowhere and talks to them in Klingon. Everything about him annoys you. The noises he makes when he breathes. The way he brushes his teeth. His quirk of always wearing funny colored socks. Yes, he's probably a genius. He's only 16, has no hair on his sack yet, but is already a sophomore in college. But that doesn't change anything. He's unbearable!
The first thing you notice is his language… His nasal British English becomes harsher, his language simpler and simpler. And you could swear there's an accent mixed in… Something funny. Russian? He's probably learning a new language in his spare time now. You could puke!
"Sup, comrade?" he greets you as he arrives home very late by his standards. You look at him questioningly. "Hey man, I come driving school. You always say that you're half man without driver's license." You never said that. You didn't even know he didn't have a driver's license. You smile painfully. And go back to your Playstation. Your flatmate lies on the bed with his shoes on and reads a car magazine that he has obviously picked up at driving school. Boy, he's really off the wall today.
You are woken up the next morning by your flatmate. He comes in the door in a sweat. "That was good training. You have come with me tomorrow" he grunts. Damn, the Slavic accent seems natural and not at all fake. Maybe it's always been his language and the British accent was artificial… Your flatmate sprays a little Axe under his arms, gets dressed and disappears. "Driving school" he mumbles on the way out. What he does, he does consistently. But it's never happened that he leaves without making his bed and tidying his gym clothes. Okay, he's never been to the gym before.
When he comes home in the evening, he's talking loudly on the phone. I have no idea what language that is… Russian? Could also be Bulgarian, Serbian or something else. In any case, his squeaky voice has given way to a pretty impressive barition. Without greeting you, he throws his heavy leather jacket and helmet on the bed and goes into the bathroom, continuing to talk on the phone. His baritone gives way to a groan, followed by a loud "Fuuuuuuuuuck". He comes out of the bathroom grinning, stows his cock away and asks if you've cum today. Otherwise he would suck you off. You decline with thanks. And regret it just a few minutes later.
It's 06:00 when your roommate's alarm clock rings. Has he been sleeping naked? In any case, he goes to the bathroom naked. A few minutes later you hear him wanking again. You don't hear him showering. But when you see him coming out of the bathroom, still naked, you see his semi-hard cock. And it's impressive. Maybe you should ask him today if you can suck him off. You ask why he's up so early. He answers. "I got new job. And I want pump first. Will come with me?" "Maybe tomorrow," you reply and close your eyes again. Half asleep, you notice your flatmate putting on a boiler suit and heavy work boots. A leather jacket on top. He picks up his rucksack and helmet and noisily leaves your room.
The guy who comes into your room in the evening is not your flatmate. At least not at first glance. He notices your questioning look. "I cut hair. More handy with helmet. Like it?" He kneads his impressive bulge. He smells of sweat, leather and engine oil. You get a hard-on and fall to your knees.
Your flatmate is actually more of a lone Slavic wolf. He doesn't make a big deal out of it. He loves his bike, he loves his job as a mechanic and he loves pumping iron. Pretty much in that order. But sometimes he needs a pillion. Someone to suck his cheesy uncut cock. And you love that job.
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Helloooo :) can I request a jude fic/headcanon with a reader who is slightly older than him (maybe 2 years) and how the dynamics would be/moments that would happen?
To be more specific, older!reader just wants to spoil her mans and Jude is just flustered and shy about it.
jude bellingham dating someone who’s older than him could be like…:
him being quite nervous before your first date, pacing around the living room while his mum tried her best to calm him down. jude almost spent the entire day to get ready, trying his best to look as ‘manly’ and ‘mature’ as he could, this internal need to impress pressuring him. even though he wanted to be the to pick you up, he didn’t feel confident with driving in germany, resulting with you being the one to come to his place.
even though the two of you have been going out for some time now, jude can’t help but feel nervous around you still. he knew that you were really independent, that you could get shit done without relying on him in any way and even though he admired you for that, you slowly becoming a person he’d look up to, he also wanted to be the one to provide you the opportunity to lean on him. just how you would be his rock to lean on when days were tough, he also desperately wanted you to do the same. so, he tries his best to aid you, for example when you were working from home. he’ll cut up some fruits for you, prepare your tea or coffee and say encouraging words whenever he could. and when seeing your thankful smile after he’s done that, he feels his pride swell up, finally feeling like he’s good enough.
his mum really loves you, she’s glad that jude found someone who’ll help him whenever he needed it. so, whenever she decides to go back to england for a bit, visiting her husband and other son, she’ll invite you to stay over, knowing that jude would be in good hands. jude hates to admit it, but he is also glad to have you, because yes, he’s almost 20, but he still can’t cook to save his life. but he also doesn’t want you to think that he is a little child, so he always helps you prepare the food or wherever you needed. you guys now have many cooking dates, spending time in the comfort of your place or his.
“what, what’s that for, love?” judes eyes were wide, looking at the flowers in your hand as you cheekily smile at him. “flowers.” you shrug with your shoulders. “yeah, i can see that, but, like, for what?” he asks you as he takes them from your hand to put them in a vase. you follow him into the kitchen, placing your bag next to the kitchen counter. “walked past a cute flower shop and it made me think of you, so, here you go.” you go up to him and wrap your arms around his torso, all while jude tried his best not to blush or stumble on his words as he searched for an answer. “thank you, really, but, i should be the one to do that, no?” - “pretty boys deserve pretty flowers.”
when jude introduced you to his close friends, he didn’t know what to expect. yes, he was nervous, he wants you to like his friends and not think that he was immature or whatever. but, when he saw that you and gio talked about some topics that jude would never even think about, getting along just fine, he felt relieved. he knew that your age would never influence anything, but what can he say, overthinking can be a menace in these situations.
whenever you two went out for some coffee or lunch dates, jude would try to look as tough as he could, tensing his shoulders slightly, holding your hand, walking on the outer side of the sidewalk, opening doors for you as fast as lightning. but one thing he has yet to beat you at was paying. whenever you ate something and it was time to pay, you somehow always got it done so fast that he didn’t even know how much there was to pay to begin with. he always tried to fight for the check, but you always told him that he could do it the next time. (you lied)
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never dating a younger guy ever again tho.
jude’s so baby girl
#football one shot#jude bellingham one shot#jude bellingham x reader#football x reader#jude bellingham#jude bellingham imagine#jude bellingham x you#jude bellingham fluff#x reader#football
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I saw this post the other day and haven’t been able to find it again, but it was basically saying that Lancelot and Merlin commit actually the stupidest identity fraud ever in 1x05 because given they had to make Lancelot a member of the nobility and went for making him part of a family with 4 sons already there was actually a pretty good chance one of them might have been at court or even a knight themselves who could have very easily been like “wtf you mean? I’ve never seen this guy before in my life?”
And while I think that’s a good point hear me out, the opposite happens.
The, IDK, 3rd son of Lord Whomever of the Place, finds out one day that his little brother is competing to be a knight. He thinks it’s weird they haven’t come to see him for advice since he’s already a knight, but little brothers can be touchy about making their own way so whatever. Then he actually sees Lancelot and does immediately realize “yeah okay. Not my brother.” And he’s totally prepped to tell someone about it, but then this guy claiming to be his little brother fights Arthur and absolutely kicks his ass.
That’s freaking impressive. No one ever does that (as we see in the episode) and it’s hilarious. 3rd son starts thinking maybe he just doesn’t have to tell anyone just yet….
Lancelot has his knighting ceremony and throughout the evening people keep congratulating Terry (that’s what I’m calling 3rd son now) and saying he must be super proud of his little brother and Terry just nods and smiles and generally emulated the Penguins of Madagascar and wondering how to get close enough to his “brother” to hash this out and maybe make a plan, but the man is surrounded by well wishers all evening and the Prince seems to have decided this guy is his best friend and is Lady Morganatic flirting??? So you leave it and figure you can wait until tomorrow…
Then the next morning when every Knight is still incredibly hungover The King makes you all show up to a special hearing about identity fraud and accuses this dude of being an imposter and Terry has literally never met him but being yelled at incredibly sucks and this guy has floppy hero hair and huge brown puppy eyes and he did pass all the knighting tests and Terry already has a ton of brothers and also he might still be a little drunk and before he knows it he’s out in the middle of the room going “Excuse me your majesty, but I think I would know best how many brothers I have. I must say I do not appreciate you yelling at my precious baby brother Linus-“
“Lancelot” The Prince’s man servant says on a cough.
“Lancelot,” Terry corrects. “Right. That’s what I meant.”
And from that moment on just absolutely 110% commits to the lie that Lancelot is absolutely and completely his youngest brother and no he will not be taking questions at this time. He gets bros 1, 2, and 4 in on it. 1 just thinks it’s too late to course correct and thinks the family can maximize on Lancelot’s popularity and chooses that over endangering their reputation by now revealing Terry lied. 2 just thinks the whole thing is hilarious and 4 likes not being the youngest. Lord Whomever is about the Kings Age and is at that stage certain older people get to where they just don’t give a shit and are down for some chaos so he just absolutely perpetuates this whole thing.
The King asks him about it and the Lord is like “What do you mean suspicious. I absolutely and completely have a fifth son in his twenties. Lucious really does make us all so proud what with the Griffin slaying and all.”
“He claims his name is Lancelot.”
“My memory is going in my old age and I have 5 sons. You can’t expect me to keep all the names straight King Igor.”
“My name is Uthor.”
“Is it?”
And Lancelot just gets fully absorbed in to the family utterly without realizing it. He has no idea what it means to be in a family structure like this and he can’t stand how much danger he’s putting this family in and is just agonizing especially because he finds it so nice and then Terry is like “Pack a bag and put in for some leave. Our little sisters want to meet you and one has a birthday coming up.” And it’s soft and sweet and Lancelot let’s them put a flower crown on him which makes him the immediate favorite of the little girls and he gets to go to a real home sometimes and still meets Percival sometime in there and then all the other knights and Merlin and Gwen and Morgana have a family structure to rely on more extensive than just Gaius, less evil than Morgose, and more supportive than Uthor
And narratively Lancelot gets to be in all the episodes and doesn’t get killed off and he’s around for whatever romance dynamic you wanna put him in because I swear Santiago Cabrera could manage romantic chemistry with a brick wall if he had it for a scene partner so anything goes and it’s all because Terry the 3rd Son of Lord Eldridge of the House of Northumberland (all that might be wrong) decided to pull a Mandalorian before it was cool and do some on the spot freeform adoption
#bbc merlin#merlin#king arthur#lancelot#guinevere#santiago cabrera#headcannons#merlin headcanons#cannon divergence#so clearly I had some thoughts#I don’t normally write drabbles or shorts but this one might be prime#would you guys read it?#thoughts?#possible fanfic idea
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“It seems as though Shelley insists the true monstrosity lies in humanity rather than Frankenstein’s creation.”
“Well, yeah, the monster was left completely alone because the doctor couldn’t bear to look at him after he brought him to life.” You vigorously wipe down one of the tables in the nearly empty coffee shop as you answer the sole guest that’s left. “It upset him a lot. He even says something to him like, ‘I ought to be thy Adam, but I am rather the fallen angel.’”
“Hm.” A thoughtful pause. “‘Satan had his companions, fellow-devils, to admire and encourage him; but I am solitary and abhorred.’” Grey eyes skim the quote’s faded page, large hands clasping the worn cover. A prized first-edition print he had quietly boasted about earlier that evening. “It’s as if the doctor was so blinded by his need for recognition that he failed to recognize the potential consequences of his experiment. Such hastiness. I’m curious as to what inspired him, or rather pushed him, to play God like that in the first place.”
Tossing the rag into a bucket of cleaning solution, you sigh amusedly. “Probably just entitlement. But anyway, Boss, shop’s closed. I’ll be happy to hear your musings again at 7 o’clock tomorrow morning.”
Truthfully, you didn’t mind this guy’s presence at all; he did this often, at least a couple of times a week when he could, staying for hours on end to delve into his books and pick your brain on their contents while sipping your coffee. It started a good bit ago, and the second he silently breezed through the shop’s door you had an inkling that you’d be seeing him a lot. He made note of a classic piece resting behind the counter that you’d brought from home that day, and the slow parts of your shifts were soon filled with rich discussion about the stories you’ve both read- a welcome break from the monotonous routine of pulling shots, steaming milk, and taking complaints from the middle-aged women who insisted they ordered their drink “extra hot.” Quickly, he grew to become your favorite regular; he had quite the heart for literature and art, and he was fairly easy on the eyes too.
He lets out an appreciative chuckle. “Well, I’ll be sure to remember my alarm, then.” His low voice has the heaviness of sincerity as he teases you, and you could almost swear it was flirting. He carefully closes the book before tucking it under his arm, standing to his full height. Albeit not the tallest, he’s still able to look down at you. “I’d quite like to hear your thoughts on Dr. Frankenstein’s innate motivations.”
You fight the blush that threatens to tinge your cheeks, halfway tempted to keep the doors unlocked just to talk to him some more. However, this could be a double-edged sword for you; you’d be here all night chatting with him if you allowed that discrepancy. Then you’d be too tired to comprehend all his reasonings the next morning when he’d want to debate all over again.
“I mean, I’ll be off in about fifteen minutes,” you blurt out, not fully realizing the forwardness of the unspoken invitation. An invitation that is met with surprise from your normally nonchalant regular.
There’s a small smirk tugging at the corners of his fine lips as his eyebrows raise slightly at you. “Very well. Where do you suggest we take this conversation, then?” He is all too impressed with this turn of events as he sets down his book to collect a few haphazard mugs, bringing them over to the sink for you. The small action, while also being another discrepancy, nearly makes you swoon. “On second thought, don’t answer that. I know just the place.”
Your heartbeat surges when you wonder about his implication, taking the mugs from him and plopping them into the soapy water. His stormy grey eyes watch you with interest as you take care of the nightly closing duties, cleaning the tableware before setting everything in its proper place.
“It better not be Frankenstein’s laboratory,” You halfway joke, curious as to how this night could unfold with the guy you’ve always regarded as the friendly yet handsome customer. Another part of you is wary, but he only shakes his head, sending the choppy black locks that framed his face into a gentle flurry of movement.
“No, nothing like that at all,” is all he answers with a reassuring smile and a chuckle. Concentration lost on what may lie ahead with him, you’re barely able to focus on counting out the register as you lock it up and grab your bag. “If you say so,” you reply with a small smile. With a flick of the light and his chivalrous door-holding, you’re both out of the shop and securing its entrance with your key before you turn to your good-looking regular.
“Where to, Boss?” You’d be lying if you said you weren’t a little nervous about venturing somewhere new with him.
“It’s a surprise, but I think you’ll like it.” His tone is genuine as his dark tresses flutter in the night’s breeze, walking beside you and guiding you toward a vibrant ramen joint nestled a couple streets away. “Oh, and don’t feel like you have to call me that. I’m Chrollo.”
Chrollo. What an interesting name- yet it fits him perfectly. You say it aloud, which seems to satisfy him. Moments later, you feel his hand cradle the small of your back with the same tenderness of his beloved book as you reach the restaurant’s doors, and it sends heat along the entirety of your skin. Part of you toys with the thought that this could be the beginning of a story of your own, bound in cloth and published in ink for you two to analyze over coffee later.
This creation might be much more beautiful than Frankenstein’s.
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It’s a lovely evening as expected, and Chrollo drops you off at your doorstep with a warm promise to debate literature outside of your work hours again. He’s everything and then some- charming, collected, unafraid to banter with you, and part of you is honestly disappointed that the evening doesn’t escalate further. Still, you’re vibrating with giddiness, unable to rest as you think about your quasi-date with him, and you’re already imagining what kinds of stories you’ll talk about next.
After a few hours of finally sleeping, you’re awoken by a panicked call from one of your coworkers early that next morning. Something about the store’s register being wiped empty of its change, and that’s all you need to hear to be there in record time. Once you arrive, you scope the scene and the coffee shop is perfectly kept the way it was last night, save for the now desolate register. You inspect it carefully, shocked at how meticulously the cash had been removed, and the results of your search make your heart pound. The only items that surface are your door key along with small slip of paper with some elongated handwriting. It couldn’t be.
Your entire being blanches when you read the familiar words straight out of Shelley’s book:
“I seemed to have lost all soul or sensation but for this one pursuit.”
#i have such a thing with chrollo and frankenstein I don’t even know why#i love my war criminal#chrollo lucilfer#hunter x hunter#chrollo lucifer x reader#chrollo x reader#should i make a pt. 2 ???#ryn’s rambles#hxh chrollo#chrollo x you
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Hello I have prompt aka one of my obsessions in your ask box:
Magnus meeting Izzy shy older brother after months of hearing about him and getting instant whiplash cause he hot af & freaky af 😬
Sorry this took a while shshshsh I’m writing like 2 words a day.
Also, song playing in the club is Don’t Go Insane by DPR Ian (who may or may not be a potential Magnus fancast? 👀)
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Isabelle had lied to him.
Sure, she’d talked to him for ages during lunch and coffee breaks at work about how sweet and cool and handsome her brother was, and also about how he always got all shy and blushy around the boys he liked, and dropped maybe a thousand hints about how Magnus and the mystery brother would make a very very good couple.
And now that he’s seen the guy in person - at Isabelle’s birthday party in a downtown club - Magnus can confidently say that Isabelle lied.
Because nothing could prepare for just how fucking hot he was.
Magnus had arrived a little early - just before the celebrations started but just in time to find Isabelle waiting right outside the club for her brother. He decided to wait along with her, making idle talk, until Isabelle’s eyes brightened at the sight of something and she threw out a hand, waving excitedly.
“There he is!”
Magnus turned to look, and was greeted by the sight of a heavy Zero motorcycle zipping past at full speed before it made an impressive u-turn in the narrow street, screeching against the asphalt, and came to a stop in front of the club.
The driver pulled off his helmet, giving his head a little shake to tame his messy hair, and Magnus’s world stopped spinning for a moment because holy hell was he gorgeous.
A jawline that could cut glass, dark hair had stayed messy even after he’d run a gloved hand through it, and supple lips that curled up into a gorgeous fucking grin as he looked at his sister.
“Hey Izzy,” he said as he dismounted the bike and caught an overexcited Isabelle who’d run straight to her brother in a hug. “Happy birthday, you little minx.”
Magnus watched on, as he pulled away from Isabelle and, as she continued to chat away, brought one hand up to his mouth, catching the strap around the wrist with his teeth and pulling it open. He didn't stop there, though. His teeth were catching on to the very tip of one of the fingers now, pulling the glove off in one fell swoop.
Oh my poor little heart.
Magnus watched him repeat the operation with this other leather glove, every single brain cell chanting hot hot hot hot hot hot, really, who could blame him when there was this extremely hot, leather-clad bike-riding beauty in front of him?
“-Magnus?”
Magnus snapped back to reality, where he was now face to face with Isabelle and her brother. Isabelle was looking rather smug, as if she could read Magnus’s mind.
“Magnus,” she continued casually, “This is my brother Alec.”
“Nice to meet you,” Alec said, holding out a hand. Magnus shook it, trying not to think of how warm Alec’s hand was. “Izzy has told me a lot about you.”
“Did she now?” Magnus's gaze slanted over to Isabelle, who was still looking smug. “All good things, I hope.”
“Definitely all good things,” Alec grinned.
They headed indoors, where Magnus met the others - her boyfriend Simon, her adopted brother, Jace, his girlfriend Clary, who was also a childhood friend of Simon. Rounds of shots were ordered, and they chattered amongst themselves. Magnus had been worried about feeling left out, but Alec was sitting right next to him, and occasionally turned to Magnus to make idle talk. They’d talked so far about their hobbies and work, and Magnus’s cat, and Alec’s bike, complete with pictures of course.
Now, after the fifth round of shots, Alec got up on his feet, and held out a hand to Magnus. “Wanna dance?”
Magnus blinked, brain going blank in surprise, but his hand thankfully moved on its own to take Alec’s.
“Sure,” he said lightly.
Alec dragged him to the dance door, a sort of vindictive smile on his face as he interlaced his hands behind Magnus’s neck and pulled him close. His fingers were digging into the slightly overgrown hair of Magnus’s undercut, and he briefly forgot how to breathe.
“I don’t know how to dance,” Alec said, grinning. “I just wanted to get you alone.”
Something like a record scratch sounded in Magnus’s head. They were slightly swaying anyway, a contrast to the rather energetic song playing on the club’s loudspeakers.
“Oh?” Magnus raised an eyebrow ever so slightly. “And to what do I owe this pleasure?”
“You’re just…” Alec giggled. “So handsome. You’re even more handsome in person than the pictures Izzy showed me.”
“Isabelle dearest showed you pictures, huh?” Magnus mentally wondered if he needed to thank Isabelle or be annoyed with her. He definitely needed to demand to be shown whatever pictures she’d shown her brother.
“Mmhmm,” Alec grinned a little. His cheeks were a little flushed, courtesy of the alcohol in his system.
The song shifted a little, going from electric vocals to a deep bass guitar, and Alec gasped a little. He pulled away from Magnus, poking him in the chest with a finger as he stepped backward, a glint in his eyes as they met Magnus’s.
“Watch me, okay?” He practically purred, and it took Magnus a moment to realise that the low, shaky breaths he was hearing weren’t from himself or Alec but from the song itself. Alec stood in front of him, eyes gleaming, one hand resting in his hair while the other had a thumb hooked into a belt loop on his pants.
The beat dropped, and Magnus’s jaw nearly dropped as Alec leant backwards, grinning madly as he thrust his hips in tune with the beat. Alec straightened, only to grab Magnus’s hand and bow over backwards, the taut tension between their hands the only thing keeping him from falling over to the floor.
So, yes, Isabelle lied to him about her brother’s true colours. But watching Alec like this, all inhibitions gone, sweat lining his face and the arched column of his neck, the t-shirt he wore under his leather jacket rising up just the littlest bit to reveal a sliver of skin, teeth biting into his lower lip as his hips swung up and down… he could hardly say he minded.
When the beat subsided and Alec finally pulled himself back up - all thanks to his core and no thanks to Magnus, he asked,
“I thought you didn’t know how to dance?”
“That was the only move I know.” Alec winked. “Among maybe five others. I’ll show them to you when the music wills it.”
Magnus laughed. “You really are something, Alexander.”
Alec grinned, pleased.
He sidled up closer to Magnus. “How about we sneak out of here and go for a ride on my bike? Or maybe a different type of ride?”
Alec winked at him. Magnus laughed again.
“We’ll get to it all once you’re sober, Alexander.” He pulled Alec by an arm around his waist. “We’ll get to it all.”
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DW REWATCH
S1E1 ROSE
When Rose Tyler meets a mysterious stranger called the Doctor, her life will never be the same again. Soon she realises that her mum, her boyfriend and the whole of Earth are in danger. The only hope for salvation lies inside a strange blue box.
1. LOVE this opening. Such a great bedroom hahah. Perfectly messy and pink—makes me wonder what t2r’s shared bedroom must look like now!
2. What does Jackie do for a living? I know it’s canon (or fanon?) that she’s a hairdresser but do we actually ever see her working as one?
3. Who’s Derek? And why does Rose think a mannequin prank would be up his lane? RUN. Such a great meet cute 😭😭😭😭 these two are married now you guys!!!!!!!
4. ‘Cos to get that many people dressed up and being silly, they got to be students.
That makes sense. Well done. 🥺🥺 nothing just the Doctor always appreciating the insight Rose brings🥺🥺
5. WILSON’S DEAD
6. ‘So, I'm going to go up there and blow them up, and I might well die in the process, but don't worry about me. No, you go home. Go on. Go and have your lovely beans on toast.’ ohhhhh he wants her to join him so bad 😭 the poor guy. This is right after he’s destroyed his entire planet and there’s just SOMETHING about Rose he sees, huh? 😭🥺 also ’Nice to meet you, Rose. Run for your life.’ Such a great line!
7. TARDIS appearance!
8. ‘Honestly, it's aged her. Skin like an old bible. Walking in now you'd think I was her daughter.’ oh my God Jackie Tyler I have missed you. Imagine your mum reacting to you almost getting blown up like THIS though 🤣 yikes!
9. Rose doesn’t tell Mickey about the Doctor—no matter how ridiculous the plastic plot sounds she believes him, even if it is unconsciously at the moment
10. All the calls Jackie is getting one after the other insinuate a pretty closely knit neighbourhood, doesn’t it? All these people know where Rose works and are concerned enough to call up. Imagine how traumatic the sudden shift to Pete’s World must’ve been for Jackie—I know she’s got the parallel version of Bev but it’s not the same, and it must’ve taken a WHILE to adjust to everything.
11. “The airs and graces” comment. So much to be dissected here! Jackie’s relationship with herself and with her daughter implied very heavily in this one line. She seems to be jealous, even.
12. They have a cat flap! Rose confirmed cat person moment (1). The Doctor waiting outside the flat xD. Talk about picking up strays🥺
13. The dialogue is so damn gooood. And Christopher’s delivery is so endearing
14. Jackie hitting on the Doctor!!!!! Need tentoo to bring this up ASAP. She’s his mother in law😭
15. Staircase shot is incredible. Love the Sort of, yeah❤️ bit. Also love how the Doctor repeatedly checks on how she’s handling the information (*Are you alright? Do you believe me?*)—however unconsciously he’s doing it, he IS checking her suitability as a potential companion 🥺
16. Mickey SMH. Also apparently he doesn’t wash his dishes 🤣
17. Loveee Clive. RTD’s writing is so immersive, it really makes the whole world come alive. These side characters add so much depth to the story—something sorely missing in the Moffat and Chibnall eras.
18. THE WHEELIE BIN. I always forget how fucking ridiculous this episode is until I rewatch it 🤣 also lord Rose is so uninvested in this relationship. P-P-PIZZA will always be one of my fav lines
19. The infamous Jimmy Stone! I love how we’re given the one line about him and it’s inspired thousands of fics. Rose considering completing her A Levels here—would that be something she’d be interested in doing in Pete’s World?
20. TARDIS!!!!! Doomsday theme begins here 😓😓 love how the Doctor is judging how easily she can accept his alienness—he claims to be done with human companions every time but he is undoubtedly impressed by Rose. Also find it incredibly interesting he didn’t even think about Mickey being dead. This, contrasted with other alien lives (including the Daleks, sometimes) that the Doctor seems to value…is an intriguing juxtaposition. Is there a little simmering jealousy of the boyfriend already? Is he slightly unable to look at consequences of actions beyond his own? He has just come off of a genocide at this moment
21. Mickey’s mother! Bit of a mistake here, we learn that he was raised by his grandma in *Father’s Day*
22. Lots of planets have a North!!!
23. I always found it funny that Rose, who seemed so upset about Mickey a second ago, is now holding hands with Nine and running down the bridge lmfao. They really are very alike in their love for the thrill.
24. ‘Yeah, that was always a possibility. Keep him alive to maintain the copy.’
You knew that and you never said?
Can we keep the domestics outside, thank you?’ hmmm. Jealousy, perhaps? Or a disregard for lives he doesn’t believe are at the same level as that of higher beings? As much as he rejected the Time Lords, he is a product of his origin, and has quite a condescending view of humans
25. Shunt off. God, I love you RTD
26. The Nestene Consciousness is alarmed when it recognises that he is a Time Lord. Later in the show, it’s implied that the Time Lords were almost, if not as bad as the Daleks were, during the Time War.
27. RIP Clive 🕊️ fingers crossed it’s your cameo we’re getting in the 60th
28. Rose! My beloved! Bronze medalist! This screencap in particular is very Bad Wolf
29. I honestly can’t wrap my mind around people who say Rose was wrong for going with the Doctor. He came back for her!!!
30. The perfect opening episode. Extrapolation is done so elegantly and we even get a sense of how absurd the show can get. 10/10, and one of my favourite episode 1s!
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Gravity Falls School-Related Headcanons
Both Dipper and Mabel are good students, although Mabel does occasionally get in trouble for getting distracted/not sitting still/talking in class, however, they're both generally considered to be good kids.
Dipper generally excels in all of his academic subjects, however his favourite subjects are biology and ancient history. He's usually pretty quiet in class, except every now and again he says either the most unhinged or most badass thing ever and everyone is freshly reminded that yes, Dipper Pines is, in fact, in this class (this is heavily inspired by my best friend who is exactly like that). Dipper doesn't hate PhysEd as much as he used to pre-Gravity Falls, however he's still not a huge fan of it.
Mabel's best subjects are the artistic ones, and she is instantly beloved by all the art teachers. She does a ton of extracurriculars, partially because she has a bunch of interests, and also because she has a tendency to join clubs and such because her friends/guys she's interested in are in them, and she has participated to some degree in every school musical she's had the chance to take part in. The only class she really struggles with a lot is maths, because it's 'too boring and logic-y' for her to stay focused on, particularly if Dipper isn't there to help her. She's also a cheerleader, because of course she is.
Friendgroup wise, Mabel has a lot of friendgroups. She has friends from all of her various classes and extracurriculars, friends she knows from elementary school (I had a long mindblank whereupon I forgot the word for 'primary school' in the USA, just thought I should let you know), and of course, she has extrovert-adopted Dipper and his friends. Despite this whole army of friends, she doesn't have any particularly close friends in Piedmont, and if she's asked who her best friend is, she'll respond with Candy and Grenda, who remain the only people who can quite match her energy.
Dipper, meanwhile, has pretty much had the same one best friend, named Ethan DiMarcos, forever. The two of them have very similar interests (although Ethan can't quite match Dipper's enthusiasm for all things paranormal), and tend to keep to themselves much of the time, and have pretty much had each other's back. While I'm not a huge fan of the idea that Dipper has been relentlessly bullied his entire school career and has no friends, it is canon that he has been victim of some bullying, and he's certainly not popular. Post-Gravity Falls, I think he's actually able to stand up to the bullies a little better, and generally he and Ethan have each other's backs. They do have a third friend, Paige Li, who they only met at the beginning of high school, because she was trying to find other DD&MD fans. Paige has had a crush on Dipper for ages, but despite Ethan and Mabel trying to pull strings, nothing is likely ever to come from it. Speaking of Ethan and Mabel, they did date for about a month in ninth grade, which horrified Dipper, especially since he was put in the middle of it when they broke up, thankfully amicably.
Now, I have said plenty about the Pineses, let's talk about what the other characters are like in school:
Candy's best subjects are chemistry, physics and music, and manages to be an impressively good student, despite reading fanfiction in class.
Grenda isn't necessarily the greatest student in most classes, however, she's BRILLIANT at English. For all she lacks in verbally diplomatic skills, she's incredibly smooth on paper. Grenda also, unsurprisingly, is also very good at PhysEd.
Pacifica's best subject is mathematics, and unsurprisingly she excels particularly at any finance-related maths. She's also the star of the school's debate team, because she has the power to crush people in the grip of logic. She also refuses point-blank to join the cheer team, even though they really want her.
Gideon's true calling is the stage, so drama class is his best class, although he's a brilliant student at most subjects.
Wendy and her friends are decidedly not good students, as they're all more interested in having fun and causing trouble than doing work (except Thompson, of course). This results in them being decidedly not the teacher's favourites.
I think that's all I got for now, thanks for reading!
#gravity falls#gravity falls headcanons#dipper pines#mabel pines#pacifica northwest#candy and grenda#wendy corduroy#gideon gleeful#gf headcanons
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Character ask : Anya Chichi
Anya Forger
First impression: Oh she looks cute. Hope she doesn't turn into a plot device.
Impression now: My adorable chaotic gremlin who has more agency and control in the story than her spy and assassin parents <3
Favorite moment: I think I'll choose the moment where she rescues the drowning boy in episode 11. She's kind and selfless enough to risk her life to save him, and she didn't even hesitate to jump into the pool like how brave is that kid! And since she didn't want to expose her secret she took it all upon her to act and save him herself.
Idea for a story: I think it'll be wasted potential if we never learn about the scientists who created her and their motives, so I think a story of her being taken by them will be interesting, albeit sad, until at least her parents come and kick ass to save her.
Unpopular opinion: I don't ship Damιanya and that seems to be quite the unpopular opinion in this fandom... Even if they're aged up and Damian actually treats her decently, I still don't think they'd make an interesting couple.
Favorite relationship: Anya with Papa and Mama. Don't make me choose!
Favorite headcanon: I genuinely wonder if Endo is ever gonna explain why she has those little hats on her head, and I think it would be hilarious for them to be just hair clips that she wears literally 24/7. So my headcanon for that is that Anya is just stylish!
Loid Forger
First impression: LOL that's a way to break up with your girlfriend. Is he just gonna be one of those boring protagonists whose only character traits is past trauma and being OP?
Impression now: If anyone hurts him I will commit several felonies. But please hurt him I want the whump :3
Favorite moment: Bench scene after Yor kicks the living daylights out of him. The vulnerable moment of him remembering his mother and opening up to Yor about that because we know it's real and not for the mission is unparalleled. Chef's kiss.
Idea for a story: Okay okay hear me out. We know that he's a very disciplined spy so if he's ever caught he has to be caught in the act. Mere evidence won't do because he'll deny any involvement to hell and back and be pretty convincing about it. So he has to be caught red-handed. And an idea for that is, he's disguised himself as Yuri because for Reasons he has to infiltrate the SSS offices, but then for some reason the actual Yuri appears there too. "Yuri" and Yuri fight, and an incompetent officer finds them, aiming his gun at them. Twilight is silent, but Yuri tries to convince the guy that's he's the real Yuri and he should shoot the fake one. The guy says that "Only a spy would act like that" and shoots. While that happens, within a split second Twilight thinks "I have to let him die. I have to get out of here. I have to let him die." But he just cannot do that because he knows how much it would devastate Yor to lose her brother... so he pushes him out of the way and takes the bullet instead. Maybe not anywhere too dangerous, like his arm or something. But it's enough to slow him down as he tries to escape, and he's finally caught while still wearing a mask with Yuri's face. You can imagine Yuri's shock and horror when he realizes it's "Loi-Loi", who is a spy and tried to infiltrate the offices and also saved his fucking life. Because as many lies as he's said, Yuri has absolute proof that this man really does love his sister. I want this to happen so much you have no idea.
Unpopular opinion: I've yet to read the manga and anything that explores his backstory but I think it's easy to think he'd abandon his spy work after he realizes he loves his family and wants to spend his life with them. Which yeah it's what we want for him but I think his desire for peace tops even his love for his family. He'd rather break his own heart along with theirs and leave if it means he can keep working as a spy and protect the fragile peace. Which is why I feel that the story cannot end without Ostania's government falling, and the new, more democratic government either signing a secure peace treaty with Westalis or uniting under one nation.
Favorite relationship: Loid and Anya. Look I love twiyor as much as the next shipper but the father/daughter feelz was one of the things that hooked me into the show so it's the one I want more of.
Favorite headcanon: I once read a post talking about how people from Westalis may have a different accent than people from Ostania, and now I cannot get that idea out of my mind. I think it would be interesting to see Twilight suddenly drop all pretenses and start speaking with the accent he grew up using, allowing himself to connect with that old part of himself he kept hidden. I doubt they'd do that in the anime (and since I watch the Japanese version I don't think I'd notice the difference) but it's still a very interesting headcanon.
(no manga spoilers please 😁)
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Lost and found family chapter 3
Previous chapters. Chapter 1. Chapter 2
Again this is all for my own entertainment I just write because I like to none of this is really proofread besides Google so be nice
I want jake to have a redemption cause i feel like they made him very serious and i want him to be a fun loving dad.
Jake, Neytiri,neteyam lo,ak and i all convene in the war room maps and everything everywhere other warriors close to jake join in as well. Greetings are exchanged and then the work begins.
“Let's start off with what you know. What’s the RDAs current mission”
“Well considering they lied to me a lot I can’t be sure what all is the truth and what isn’t. But I can tell you base locations and squad goals. Right now here is the main base and about here and all the way over here are other primary ones, as you know they use that train way to get stuff to and from each one. I also heard they are doing stuff out at the sea but i don't know what they are doing just that they are there.
“Right, well try to get messages out to those clans to see if they need any help.”
“How are you guys on weapons”
“We just had a successful raid and were able to take alot. The problem though is some of the guns are quite different then what we are used to using.
“What let me see”
Jake leads the party out to the supply keep, a bunch of metal containers sit there.
“Here are the standard ars the soldiers usually hold but this box they are a lot longer not something I’ve ever used so they must be a new kind of model.”
“Yeah that’s cause they aren’t ars They’re new age sniper rifles”
I take the giant weapon out of the box attaching the long extra barrel and stock
“Damn I hear Lo’ak say under his breath
“They have a new locking mechanism that if you don’t do it right will cause the thing to blow up in your face.However I'm more concerned about the ammo that comes with this gun. it’s basically a tank piercer so what the rda are using it for could be a problem. The good thing is though there aren’t as many snipers that could hit I’m guessing whatever animals you ride on out of the air, especially if you're fast.
“Can I ask how you know all this? Neteyam say gently jake agreeing
“Because I’m a sniper. A fast one, it’s one of my many talents
“Really? Jake asks
“Yup want me to demonstrate? Here these should be practice rounds not the full tank bullet. I explain taking a set of bullets out of the side of the box
“Now i just need something to hit.
“What about this Lo’ak calls out holding what looks like an old wooden plate.
“Sure that would work, Jake want to throw it for me or do one of the younger ones needs to do it so you don’t throw it through your old man joints.
“Ok one for the last time I’m not old and secondly sure I’ll happily throw the disk for your cocky little ass.
“We all walk out to the opening of the cave making sure no one is flying around or coming in in the next couple of minutes.
“Ok jake ready when you are”
Jake grins and discus throws the plate as far and as fast as he can. The scope to my eye I quickly track the disk before firing. The recoil snapping into my shoulder as the bullet hits its mark. One of the other warriors who were on standby on their ikran goes to collect the item as it hurdles to the pandorian forest.
“Damn” is all I hear behind me as I unload the round from the gun.
“That was hot.” I hear loak say quietly to neteyam , neteyam just shaking his head in agreement with an astounded look on his face. I just pretend i don't hear it as i turn my head into my shoulder and smile The other warrior whose name I learn is ra’gi brings the plate over to jake. A hole in the dead center of it.
“Well ill be damned. Well we know you can shot what else you got kid”
“I'm proficient in hand to hand and can do the stuff a combat medic is able to.”
“Impressive well that settles it your going to get the fast pass to becoming an official omitikaya. Come let's test your hand to hand combat.”
We all walk over to the warriors jake saying several names. Men and two women come forward from the group they all look about mine and neteyams age.
“Ok caspian think of this as initiation. I want you to go up against our new warriors here and see how you hold up
“And here I thought the military discouraged hazing.”
“Haha get in there little red no better time than the present.”
Jake then turns back to the others “Ok i've asked you to come forward to measure our new clans members strength and agility. Does any one wish to volunteer out of the group?’A cocky looking boy steps forward. He is not horrible looking and judging by his stance thinks he's a god gift to the world. Joy.
“Alright mak’tey perfect you’ll hopefully be able to give her a good challenge
“Dad, are you sure about this maktey has been a hunter and fighter his whole life basically.
“It’s fine neteyam i can take him
“Eywa i dont think this will go well.
“Stop stressing bro just enjoy the show that's about to happen. Lo’ak cheers “I bet you ten beads that she loses”
“Hey” I say, looking at lo’ak. The little shit just has the nerve to grin back at me and shrug. Oh when I get a hold of him later I swear.
“Ok let's do basic hand to hand, we'll call the match when you either want to give up or tap out ok, no real weapons you’ll use these wooden training daggers and that it got it.”
“Got it.” I say as I shake out my limbs, cracking my neck, I take one of the knives and step into the fighting zone. I can tell by the boy's face he thinks this will be an easy win. He goes and confirms as much as he jokingly says to the boys behind him how quick this would be in Navi, not realizing I could understand him. He steps up and we both assume our battle stances as we wait for jake to start the round
“Ok begin”
We both start trading blows. Not really hurting each other but testing each other's speed it's truly getting boring so I wait for his next attack, catching his fist I bring it around his neck with my hand and trip him over to fall on his butt. The others laugh and I can tell that probably bruised his high ego. To his credit he rises quickly and gets back in a more serious fight stance. Now coming at me full force swinging and trying to grab onto me to pin me down. He comes close many times but i've honestly had enough sho with his next strike i take his arm knocking the blade out of his hand before kneeing him in the stomach once bent over i knee him again in the face before black widow style spinning him over onto his back (gif to explain, i dont know what else to call that move)
My knife now at his neck, wide eyed he yields the others cheering around me. I stand withdrawing my knife as I offer the warrior my hand.with a breath he takes it and surprisingly nods to me instead of getting pouty like most men when a girl beats them.
Jakes pov
Damn, I must admit I wasn’t expecting the little girl I used to know how to do that. The others all shake out of their shock and go to congratulate her, lo’ak and netayam included as they gush over her skill. Looking to trade instructions and skills. Beads also being passed around from the beats they all secretly took
“Well ill admit im very impressed.”
“Hello i'm a marine. I didn’t just pussy foot around my whole career.” Caspian answers snarkily back at me. I just put my hands up in defeat, smiling down at caspian. Maybe this plan will work out after all.
“Ok well we know you can fight. And shoot but a true test of an omatikaya is passing your iknimaya.
“My what.
“It’s finding and bonding with your own ikran”. Neteyam answer for me before looking back at me with a quizzical look on how fast im trying to push caspian.
“Neteyam is right but were not going to start that now. First i want neteyam and the others to show you around pandora and teach you our ways but i do need to emphasize this will need to be a more accelerated training. Think of this as hell week. Now learn everything you can from everyone and in two weeks well see if your ready. Now why dont you all go with the others and play ok. You’ve earned the rest of the day off.”
“Sir are you sure “
“Im sorry sir? We have to call you sir.” Jake just kind of looks ashamed at caspian asking that. The word coming out of her mouth sounding wrong as she looks at him asking if his son seriously calls him sir instead of dad.
Clearing my throat i say yes but first i ask lo’ak and neteyam to follow me. Shoving caspian over to the others as the call her.
We walk away from the group and I see both my sons are tense and silent. They are afraid of me. My heart twists this isn't what I wanted. I never wanted my children to be afraid of me. I turn to the boys, grabbing both of them at the back of the neck and pulling them into a tight hug.
“I'm so sorry.”
“Uh sir what's.” Neteyam says awkwardly trying to figure out what to do
“No it's not sir. I never should have even started that with you both. Seeing Caspian and remembering all of her childhood reminded me that you all are still children. My children. I never should have forgotten that. I love you both so much and I don't want anything to ever happen to you. So from now on I promise I'm going to make more of an effort to be more understanding. To let you be kids and not just soldiers. I see you my sons and I pray to eywa that we can start over from now on. I'm your father, not your drill sergeant and I almost lost you. I would never be able to forgive myself if you boys didn’t think I loved you. And I see that now ”
The boys both look at each other and bring me back into a hug. I can feel their shoulders slump as they breath heavily, probably trying to contain their tears just like I am.
“It’s ok dad, we forgive you.” Neteyam says for both of them.
I just bring both their heads to mine as I relish in the moment.
“Thank you my sons, now go on have fun ok I'll come get y'all when it's time for dinner. Try and find your sisters to you all could use a fun day after everything y'all hav been through the past few days. Just please for your old man sake don't go anywhere you're not supposed to.”
“We won't dad I promise. Like an actual promise”. Lo’ak says holding his hand up like a Boy Scout.
“Ok you rascals now get out of here.” I push them off towards the tents and the other teens/young adults not realizing my mate had come up behind me until her arms are around my waist.
“Hello my love.”
:Hello ma jake. Im very proud of you.”
“I must appologize to you as well neytiri you tried to tell me and her hands stop me covering my mouth as she looks at me.”
“It is all in the past ma jake eywa has guided you back to the right path all you can do now is continue to move forward on it. “
“I will love i will.” The couple walks back to their tent listening to the sounds of all their children enjoying the day.
Caspians pov
The week goes by and every day I learn something new. From the prayers and rights to speak while hunting. I spend a lot of time with everyone, tuk teaching me how to braid little things and which flowers make the prettiest paints. Kiri teaches me about healing. What plants to use and which to avoid. Lo’ak teaches me about the animals around us. Helping me with my dire horse riding. Well more like laughing at me when i fall off but still he tries to help. Neteyam teaches me to hunt and move through the forest. Showing me all the little places he’s found. Jake is much lighter now. It’s like he’s finally learned when to put on his chief pants and when to just be jake sully a father and husband.The rda has been silent for now probably trying to teach their recombants what they can before they send the hunting dogs back out but there’s nothing we can do about them for now.
The day finally comes. Tuk and lo’ak waking me early. The bright rays of light blinding me as lo’ak shakes my hammock side to side.
“Come on bro wake up already.”
“Lo’ak i swear leave me alone”. I say trying to rollover back into my hammock
“Come on, Cassy todays supposed to be important. Tuk yells as she gets up in my hammock now sitting in my stomach shaking me like a kid on Christmas waiting to open their presents.
“Ok ok im up im up.”
Tuk takes my hand and drags me over to everyone. Neytiri smiling and smoothing down my wild sleep hair as she hands me a plate of food.
“Good morning Caspian”
“Good morning neytiri. Good morning everyone. Where’s jake and neteyam.” As if summoned by their names the duo enter into the pod
“There she is bright and early.” Jake says throwing his arms around me messing up the hair kiri just helped me tame to her disappointment and mine
“Good morning caspian. Good morning neteyam. What where you two out doing.”
“Oh you know bonding but we where making sure everything was prepared for today”
���Why whats happening?”i say looking around at everyone. Neytiri and jake share a knowing look before looking back over at me with smiles on their face
“Caspian we have decided today is the day for you to take on you iknimaya.” Neytiri says lovingly
“What.?”
“It’s time for you to become a true part of this clan little red.” Jake adds to his mates words
“Really? Are you sure?”
“Yeah I've watched you the past weeks and you’ve learned so much in so little time. I know you have much more to learn but you and the others are ready and besides we need you air born if you're going to be of any help to us. So eat up cause after breakfast kiri and neytiri are going to help get you dressed and then it begins.”
The floating hallelujah mountains are truly beautiful. Is all I can think of as I follow the others up.
“So what is this called again?”
“Come on bro we’ve told you a thousand times at this point it's your iknimaya”
“You keep saying that like I should know what that all entails besides climbing this big ass mountain.”
“Hey, blame yourself since your determined ass wants to help dad, and the others in the field.”
“I'm a marine and of course I'm going to help”. I gripe back at lo’ak. Lo’ak had made it to the top of the cliff, the others and myself following.”
“Finally”
“I thought you were supposed to be a soldier?” I hear kiri ask smuggly looking down at me
“And I thought you kids were taught to respect your elders”
“Elders, you and nete are the same age and besides tuk has even climbed with us before ''. Lo’ak jokes back
All I hear is their laughing as I finally get to my feet. The view struck me. Every time I look out over Pandora the sight is absolutely incredible, almost breathtaking.
“Hey skxqwng come on.”
“Who’s a skxqwng Lo’ak I'll bet your ass.” His laugh is contagious as I can’t keep the smile off my face. Making swipes at him as we round the corner into a large opening, I see jake, neytiri, tuk and neteyam all standing there with their ikrans behind them.
“Hey, that's cheating if you get to fly up here.” I say motioning towards jake
“Hey I did it the hard way the same as you, besides if you want to be part of the clan this is what you got to do little red.
All I can do is look out into the open cliff side where dozens of ikrans lay waiting.
“Getting scared” Lo’ak teased relishing in my slowly paling face.
“Leave her alone “ neytiri hissed carrying tuk on her hip
“Aww come on I have to mess with her. I can't let her beat my time”. Lo’ak adds pulling a stopwatch out of the pouch at his hip.
“You timed this?!” I asked incredulously
“Yeah I timed everyone, so far Neteyam holds the fastest time. You’ll be fine just don't look down”
Jake smacks him good around the back of the head for that, Neteyam just stifles a laugh, kiri just shakes her head at her brother antics
“Ok little red lets do this”
Jake walks out motioning me to follow we all follow till a waterfall just off a narrow ledge of the rocky cave, pouring down into nothingness. I followed Jake, pressing my back to the wall and shuffling along the narrow edge into the emerging grotto. The banshee rookery I was later told I wish I was told sooner though. I thought just looking at Jakes and the others ikrans were somewhat intimidating but now I'm staring at hundreds of them. Clung to walls and perches hisses and growls heard all through the air
“Listen little red you can do this, you're a fighter remember and you had no problem fighting with me and everyone this whole time. You can do this, just remember what we taught you.”
I just shake my head at him letting him bring me into a quick hug. Netyrir slides up to me as well. Grabbing the back of my head she looks me deep in the eyes. “May Eywa be with you.” She says tenderness gleaming in her eyes.
“Good luck Cassie” tuk adds smiling
All I can do is nod again, too nervous to speak. Neteyam stepped forward resting a hand on my shoulder regrounding me to the situation at hand. My anxiety immediately calming as i look into his eyes
“Stay focused, you've got this. Just do as dad said, remember how hard we all worked on your training.”
“Got it, focus on training.” I about face and slowly make my way into the blinding light of the grotto
“When you choose an ikran you gotta feel it in your heart” neteyam yells out to me as i continue into the grotto
“Ok and how do i know if they choose me again”
“It’ll try to kill you.” Jake says a somewhat smug look on his face.
“Oh f my life.”
“Get on with it already!” I hear lo’ak shout followed by a yelp as kiri punched him in the arm for me.
I close my eyes and regulate my breathing. Putting on my soldier mask. My mind now focused. I open them and steadily start walking forward. The ikrans near me all eye me as I near, several shrieked and took flight, others just flapped their wings and yawned like I was an ant walking by. I just steadily crept through the crowd of winged creatures, bearing my fangs like I was taught trying to get a reaction out of any of them, but none did. It had felt like i had prowled the whole damn grotto not finding a single ikran that tugged at my heart. Letting out a frustrated sigh i turn around to face the sully family again
“Are you sure I can do this? Can they tell I'm a ldreamwalker or something like, what's up. What am I supposed to do ....”
A thud shook the earth under me. Oh shit don't let the mountain fall out of the sky now. I look up quick to see the family’s reaction to that tremor but all i see is them looking behind me. Eyes wide and mouths slightly open
Holy shit” Lo’ak gasps
The others all to stunned to reprimand him. God those can not be good looks, i slowly turned around and there it was. The sun was blocked out by its enormous figure. And the further up I looked the more color drained from my blue face. This thing was massive. Bigger than the other ones around the grotto. It was definitely bigger than jakes and I had no idea what I was about to do. The ikran spread its wings wide and glared straight at me. Letting out a deafening shriek.
Time starts now is all I hear before my instincts begin driving me. Hissing at the ikran it begins to charge me jaws wide as it leaps to eat me if it could. Timing the lunge I swing the leather strap thing jake gave me earlier in my hand like a lasso waiting for the creature to bite at me again. It lunges again, feinting to the right, it misses me and I'm able to snap the strap around its massive jaws, tying them shut. Well that just pissed it off more as a muffled scream it's heard in its throat. It’s starts slashing around with th talons on its front wings barley missing it as i look for another opening to pin the things head to the ground. I find my opening and jump on. The creature toppled to the side with me, koala bear straddling its head. Trying to fling me off like a bull at the rodeo and all i can do is hang on
“Caspian!” I hear Neytiri yell out as she sees me being bashed into some of the rocks around me.
I finally manage to wrestle the beast enough to get its head held down with my legs to grab its antennae i reach for my own que when the ikran suddenly gives a flap of its wings lifting us into the air
“F@ck”
“CASPIAN. Make the bond”. Jake yells out
“2 minutes, lo’ak calls out
“Seriously!”, I scream out in frustration. How am I suddenly the alligator hunter, Jesus, I'm swishing around in the air, the ikran slowly getting closer and closer to the cliff edge.
“Oh hell no, we are not going over that cliff.”
Finally I pull back and push all my weight the other direction throwing the ikran completely off balance, hitting the rock hard below knocking all the air out of me. But I don't have time to catch my breath Grunting I take my que in one hand and its antenna in the other smashing the two together Then silence. I could feel the electricity sweep through every nerve of my body sending a shiver down my spine. I could feel the ikran breath. The air entering and exiting its lungs. It’s heart beating frantically next to mine.
Clam down, I command in my head. The ikran immediately stopped struggling
“Ok we're going to take this slow. I'm going to release you and I just want you to chill ok.” I feel the ikrans hum under me. “Ok here we go.” I uncurl my legs from around the giant's head and slowly loosen my hold as I stand. Our ques are still connected as the ikran now rights itself and calmly stands next to me.
“Caspian quick you have to fly to seal the bond. I hear Neteyam direct me, pushing me to get on my ikran and leading us back over to the ledge.
“Come on little red’ I see Jake mounting his own ikran bob and taking off.
I hop on mine and look tentatively over the edge I was just barely dangling over. Let's do this. And off we both go. Screaming towards the ground before the air fills under my ikrans wings and we’re flying
I've flown before in planes and helicopters different things for the military but never did it feel like this. Flying felt like freedom. That no matter what happened I was free. Feeling the wind rush through my hair and the cold mountain air hit my cheeks. Jake whooping next to me as he weaves around. I hear hollering from my left and see Neteyam as joined us in the air as well, sporting a similar smile to his father. I see kiri, tuk and lo’ak still running around below me and command my ikran to land.
Stepping off, I finally take a good look at the creature.
I couldn't see it before but the ikran was truly beautiful. Its head was a beautiful sunflower yellow turning into red on the very top. I slowly look around him and see he looks almost tye dyed. Beautiful reds and yellows fading out into the cool tones of blue green and purple. The creature is truly a work of art.
“2 minutes 45 seconds” Lo’ak yells out in disbelief waving the watch around as he runs in a circle like an overexcited toddler. Jake let out a long whoop of joy running up to me swinging me around like a doll. Neteyam and kiri not far behind him, neytiri was bouncing tuk up and down on her hip in celebration as they joined the group. Lo’ak still a blue blur as he ran around crying “2 minutes.”
“Lo’ak stop running around”. Kiri finally scolds lo’ak tired of his yelling and running. I simply stare at my new ikran.
“How do you feel?” Neteyam gently asks me
“I feel incredible.”
Neteyam simply gives me one of his kilowatt smiles as my ikran lifts its head chirping out
“So little red that was fun huh.” Jake says, bumping my shoulder, smiling down at me.
“I will kill you right now, Jake sully. You didn’t tell me they could be this big.”
“Technically that is not even the biggest.”
“Cassie, Cassie you did it.” tuk yells launching into my arms
“Your ikrans so big, they're pretty though.”
“Why thank you tuk I agree.”
“What are you going to name him? Kiri asks next to me.
“Hmmmm ill call him tidy”
“Tidy? Why? Tuk asks curiously
“Cause he looks like he’s been tye dyed in colors.”
“What’s tye dye.? Tuk as questioningly.”
“It’s a clothing technique on earth, it's kind of hard to explain. I say ruffling tuk hair.
With the hard part over everyone climbs aboard their individual ikran as we fly over pandora back to home base. Where the celebration will go into the night. And all i can think as we fly is, eywa i'm glad I didn’t go back to sleep this morning.
#avatar the way of water x reader#avatar oc#avatar fanfiction#neteyam x reader#jake sully x reader#sully family x reader#redemption for jake
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