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venus-haze · 8 months

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You're My Best Friend (Homelander x Reader)

Summary: Homelander was a test tube baby, raised in isolation in a cold, clinical lab. But that doesn’t inspire America, does it? Vought tasks you with creating the idyllic backstory for its hero, and what starts as a limited comic run spirals out of control when Homelander himself demands your help in making the story a reality.

Note: Gender neutral reader, but no other descriptors are used. Based on a request by @crash-and-cure as well as a bastardization of one of the sweetest love songs ever written (sorry, John Deacon!) This got kinda meta? Do not interact if you’re under 18 or post thinspo/ED content.

Word count: 2k

Warnings: Emotional manipulation, I guess some gaslighting on Homelander’s part? Do not interact if you’re under 18.

When Vought hired you to create their long-awaited Homelander origin comic series, you were thrilled—until they gave you so little information about his childhood to work with, you weren’t even sure you could come up with one comic, let alone the ten they requested. The details about his childhood were minimal, not even a full printed page—a loving mom and dad, played baseball, did well in school, strong sense of justice from a young age, his friends called him “Johnny.” Your requests to meet with Homelander so you could get some stories from the man himself were constantly denied.

You almost considered dropping the project, until you decided to throw caution to the wind and pull from your own childhood and set it in good ol’ generic suburbia. Some of the storylines were based on your own experiences or things that had happened to people you’d grown up with, though you changed enough names and details to not link it to anyone in particular. Except yourself, of course. Using a pseudonym professionally meant you felt no need to change your own name in the comics. Sure, making your cooler fictionalized self Homelander’s childhood best friend was a bit self-indulgent, but no one would know, really.

To your relief, the editors at Vought loved your ideas, making minor changes before bringing the storylines to their comic artists to bring it to life. The result was Finding Homelander: A Boy’s Journey To Be a Hero. The issues flew off shelves when they were first released, ironically praised for their relatability and authenticity. Vought extended your contract, asking you to produce the cartoon adaptation and another ten issues.

Still, in all of that, you’d never met Homelander. A representative from Vought emailed you to let you know to tune in to his interview on a talk show one day, saying that he’d be talking more about the cartoon project on it. You recognized the host, Tracey, always chipper and having some extravagant giveaway for her audience members. Daytime TV was never your thing, though.

“I think what resonates with so many people is how relatable your childhood is,” Tracey said, holding up a copy of Finding Homelander issue #3, where he saved ‘you’ from getting hit in the face with a baseball at one of his games, catching it with ease. It’d been the happy ending to a short storyline of him struggling to find his place on the team and you encouraging him to not give up. “You and Y/N were pretty close, do you still keep in touch?”

“You know, Tracey, not as much as I’d like, unfortunately. Adulthood can be so busy, you need to cherish those childhood memories,” Homelander said. “I did give them a call when the comics first came out, and wow, the laughs we had over those old antics of ours. Talk about a walk down memory lane!”

You guessed the bullshitting was all part of the promotional circuit for Homelander. Knowing this childhood of his was your own fabrication, you couldn’t help but wonder what else about him was fake. Maybe he wanted to maintain his privacy, you could certainly understand that. You couldn’t shake the voice in the back of your mind that said it wasn’t so simple, that the narrative Vought pushed was a cover to hide something in Homelander’s past.

“Now, I’ve heard rumors of a cartoon show based on the comics in the making, is this true?”

“It is! I’m excited for this project, getting back to my ‘roots’ so to speak. I’ll be voicing myself, of course, but it’s funny you’d bring up Y/N, because they’ve agreed to voice themself, too.”

“How fun!” Tracey exclaimed over the roar of the talk show crowd’s applause and cheers. “I guess this is the hopeless romantic in me, but I hope this reconnection leads to something a little more. I’m just a sucker for childhood sweethearts!”

Homelander laughed along with the host’s giggles, “Well, you never know.”

You balked at the television, mouth agape. Surely he couldn’t be talking about you. ‘Y/N’ could be anyone with your same features. Vought had probably hired a professional voice actor for the role and were pushing the authenticity angle. The whole situation felt odd.

When you checked your work email again on your phone, you nearly dropped it on the floor.

SUBJECT: Meeting with Homelander This Week

The email contained a list of days and times throughout the week wherein Homelander would be free, apparently wanting to meet you to thank you for the success of the comic series and discuss upcoming work. Yeah. That last part you sure as hell wanted to discuss too. You responded with the soonest time available, in a meeting room in Vought Tower the following evening. As soon as you hit ‘send’, you wondered what exactly you were getting yourself into.

Anticipation filled your gut as you went about your day leading up to meeting the supe himself. What would he be like, really be like? Was there even a version of Homelander that wasn’t hopelessly manufactured for the masses? You knew then that his upbringing was a lie, and thus stood the probability that so much else was, too.

When you stepped into that meeting room, you hadn’t been expecting his face to light up at the sight of you.

“Homelander, hi, it’s great to—“

“No need to be so formal, Y/N! You can call me Johnny, just like old times,” he said cheerfully, in on a joke you clearly hadn’t been aware of.

“Sorry, Johnny,” you said, playing along. “It’s great to see you again.”

He pulled you in for an unexpected hug that you returned. “Figured we should catch up before things really start getting crazy, don’t you think?”

You nodded, your nose brushing against him as you did so. Just as your lips parted to offer an apology, he smiled, shooing away the assistant who’d accompanied him out of the room.

He sat down, motioning for you to do the same.

“Gotta say, I’m a fan of your work,” he said.

“Thank you,” you said. “I’m not sure I understand exactly what’s going on, though.”

“What’s there to understand? I’m not allowed to know more about my best friend, our lives together growing up?”

“How did you know it was me?”

“Wasn’t hard for me to put two and two together, but considering everyone else around here has their head up their asses, they have no idea,” he said, before lowering his voice conspiratorially and giving you a charming smile. “I haven’t told anyone. What’s a secret between friends?”

You nodded, overwhelmed by the intensity of his attention on you. “What do you want to know?”

He sighed, resting his head on his hand. “Everything.”

So you told him. Not quite everything, of course, but enough to abate his curiosity. At least for the time being. His interviews were sharper, more specific with details rather than rattling off whatever had been in the comics. You watched in shock as convincing photos of his Little League days were posted to his social media accounts, anecdotes provided by his increasingly frequent conversations–or more like interrogation sessions–with you, but in his style, of course. It was almost scary what the graphic design team at Vought could accomplish, not that you’d ever know how, exactly, as they were all under the same strict NDA that you were.

He started spending more time with you, too, and after a while, it did seem like you were old friends. Part of you flinched whenever you called him Johnny, because Johnny wasn’t even real, but with your complacency, this fabrication was slowly morphing into a strikingly tangible memory. With each conversation, he drew you deeper into the world you’d been paid to create for him until you found yourself slipping up.

You’d been showing him a goofy stuffed monkey on your desk, a cute little thing with big sparkling eyes. A prize for getting two out of three at the ring toss. Probably spent more money winning it than it was actually worth, but it was about the effort, the memories made.

“You remember, don’t you? You won it for me at the county fair,” you said without thinking.

He laughed in agreement, as if he actually had. Except he hadn’t. Your high school boyfriend won it for you a week before graduation. Sensing the mood shift, he set down your prize and looked at you with the same intensity he had when you first met.

“It’s been a while since we were there, huh?” he said. “Why don’t we go back?”

You furrowed your eyebrows. “Go where?”

“Home.”

With a strong arm around your waist, he took off for your hometown. You could hardly tell which way was up or down, he was flying so high, but he didn’t seem to mind the way you clung to him at all. When he finally landed, you recognized the community baseball field where all of his fictional games were set.

“Geez, it’s like nothing’s changed,” he said cheerfully.

You looked at him in disbelief. How long was he going to expect you to go along with it? Or maybe the question you should have been asking was, how long were you going to enable him? The end wasn’t anywhere in sight as he took your hand, and you walked him through your childhood, further enmeshing him in it until you arrived at the house you grew up in.

The middle of the day, no one was home, and so you let yourselves in like you owned the place. Suddenly, the house seemed too small for a man like Homelander to occupy, but he was engrossed in the details of it. He scanned the kitchen, no doubt inspecting the contents of the fridge and cabinets with his x-ray vision. Moving onto the living room, he stared at photos on the wall, the magazines and DVDs that were strewn on the coffee table, giving away your parents’ taste in entertainment.

“Which one was your room again?” he asked.

You swore you could feel his breath on the back of your neck as you wordlessly led him to your room. Each step down the hall felt dangerous, as if you were about to walk into a trap. Face-to-face with the closed door, you opened it, standing aside while Homelander looked around, from what you had hanging on the walls to the knick-knacks you’d left behind.

An uncomfortable tension settled over the room when Homelander closed the door of your childhood bedroom. An odd blend of hurt and amusement spread across his face as he observed the way you were eyeing him, body ready to fruitlessly run from him the way a rabbit would a hawk.

“C’mon, after how long we’ve been friends, I would never hurt you,” he said, as if reading your mind. “We’ve been through so much together. I mean, we were each other’s first kiss.”

You froze. Issue #9. That was something Vought’s editors had added, claiming a romance angle would make the series appeal to the younger female demographic. You hadn’t thought much of it at the time.

He slyly backed you into the wall, leaning over you as you slinked down the slightest bit.

“Show me how we did it,” he whispered, his hand caressing your cheek. “So clumsy and nervous, I can even feel you…quivering.”

“Homelander, I don’t know what you’re—“

He tsked. “Y/N.”

You let out a shaky breath, “Johnny—“

He hummed in satisfaction. “It’s alright. I know it’s been a while.”

You let him kiss you, sweetly in a way that put your actual first kiss to shame. His lips were soft against yours, his tender movements intentional as he cradled your face, pulling you the slightest bit closer to him when you kissed him back.

A sense of familiarity settled over you, warm and comforting like pulling a blanket out of the dryer on a chilly evening. Every time it seemed like you were beginning to overthink the situation with Homelander, he drew you back in with the kiss, a more than effective distraction until you pulled away with a dazed smile on your face.

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fazedlight · 3 months

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Flying (post-finale fluff)

It starts small.

Lena hates flying. Ironic, given her extensive aviation safety knowledge, given that she got a damn pilot’s license and designed her own jet. But being trapped inside a metal tube just never seemed appealing.

Then there was the time she was supposed to be on the Venture before it crashed, only for her helicopter to be shot down soon after. There was the time she really was trapped in a cargo bay and almost met her doom in National City’s reservoir. There was the time her engines failed flying into Kaznia, and she wasn’t certain she was within gliding distance of the runway. All the more reason to hate flying.

But Kara was there every time.

Kara was there to fly her away from Metallo, there to catch her as she was thrown over her own balcony. And once upon a time - in darker times - Lena had thrown herself off a cliff, knowing Kara would be there. Kara was always there.

So it started small. A few weeks after Alex and Kelly’s wedding, Lena found herself dozing off on Kara’s couch after a game night ran late. She forced herself off the couch, shrugging off Kara’s offer to sleep over - it was simply too intimate, when she was already secretly aching for her best friend.

So Kara offered to carry her home - and against Lena’s better judgment, she accepted.

Her heart pounded, for more reasons than one. The brief flight, the snugness in Kara’s warmth, the dancing lights of the city. For once, there was no explosion to flee from, no attacker to escape. There was simply the cool night breeze, and Kara’s small breaths against Lena’s cheek. “Are you okay?” Kara asked, and Lena nodded.

It became more commonplace, the quick flights home.

It was late one morning - after enjoying scones from Dublin - that Lena quietly asked if she could see the city from above during the daytime. After all, there would be no engines, no altitude minimums - just a simple hover, taking in all there is to see.

Kara’s eyes widened briefly, and a soft smile crossed her lips, as the kryptonian realized what this was. Because there was no utility in this request - no danger, no transport - just a simple desire to fly.

Kara held Lena close as they raised into the sky, Lena surprised to find herself smiling wide. Her heart pounded. But the reasons were shifting - less dominated by fear when she placed in Kara complete trust, leaving only the excitement and a fleeting wish. Kara’s “Are you okay?” barely registered in Lena’s mind.

Lena wanted more. But she didn’t ask again.

One fateful morning, Lena entered her kitchen to find Kara on the balcony. Lena almost didn’t notice the kryptonian, not when it was still so dark outside, in the pre-dawn hours of the morning. Some habits of the former CEO never died.

Kara waved, and Lena smiled as she made her way out onto the balcony and gave the kryptonian a quiet hug.

“Can I show you the sunrise?” Kara said quietly.

Lena’s eyes widened, and she nodded.

She would never admit it, of course. She would never admit to going out in her pajamas, barefoot as the kryptonian lifted her to the sky. She breathed in as they drifted through wispy cirrus clouds, noting the odd sensation of the humidity on her skin, until they emerged above.

The sky burned. Red struck everywhere as the sun glimmered in the distance, casting everything in its glow. Lena smiled, turning to Kara to express her astonishment, when she saw Kara gazing back at her.

Lena’s heart skipped a beat, as she recognized something ancient in Kara’s expression. Pain and joy, wrapped in an old world’s blessing on a new home, and Lena realized how precious the sunrise really was.

“Are you okay?” Kara asked quietly, and Lena felt something in her chest bloom. Because Lena realized she wasn’t scared to fly anymore. Not with Kara.

Lena reached out, touching Kara’s cheek. And Kara gazed back, her surprise sublimating to affection as she tilted her head into Lena’s hand, a small surrender of vulnerability.

And there was a moment in that, when Kara opened her eyes again, under Lena’s warm gaze. Recognition flared, as though something lost had finally been found, and Kara tilted her head shyly. Lena’s fingers drifted down Kara’s cheek, thumb brushing over Kara’s lips in a silent request. Kara tilted her head down further, capturing Lena’s lips.

And Lena felt she could fly.

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nanamikentoseyebags · 11 months

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I know i'm home

for everyone the scars on his body showed that for all his immense power, he was still human. for him they were an agonizing reminder that he would never let it happen again.

pairing: satoru gojo x gn!reader

content: just his little inner satoru finally finds peace, warmth and home, hurt/comfort, fluff

a/n: i've been thinking a whole lot about little satoru lately, here's the result of my reflections lol, hope you enjoy <3

The quiet, velvety night slowly descended to the earth, spreading out an endless blanket of dark sky, sprinkled with a myriad of shimmering stars, inviting the full pale moon to slumber upon it until daybreak. A light summer breeze penetrated into your shared bedroom through the slightly open window, filling every corner of it with a pleasant freshness while gently, as if by the hand of a lover, brushing the loose strands away from your face. The barely audible murmur of the leaves, intertwined with the lulling buzzing of night insects and the occasional trill of birds, produced melodies that any composer would have envied. You stood there barefoot, in his oversized T-shirt that reached your knees, leaning your arms on the windowsill and curiously observing the nature, engulfed in a captivity of a tranquil slumber. It was miraculous how, in this hectic and violent world, there were still such peaceful nights, reserved for the two of you.

You pulled away from the window, gently adjusting the thin floral curtain he'd hung so eagerly, almost on the verge of falling, a few days ago. Listening to the tinkling sound of running water, you tiptoed toward the bathroom, the door of which was slightly ajar. The moments of simple domestic intimacy were so rare yet so precious that his five-minute absence felt like hours of unbearable torture, while the desire to peek through that little gap and catch a glimpse of the dearest silhouette grew with each passing second. You reached the door gingerly, and, squinting slightly in hopes that you wouldn't make a loud noise, you pulled it toward you, widening the viewing angle and quietly peeking in.

Your face met the pleasant warm humidity. The lamps glimmered brightly, illuminating the white tiled walls, little pearl-like droplets still dripping down as if chasing one another in an unspoken game. Satoru was standing with his back turned to you, exposing his broad shoulders and strong back with his birthmarks scattered all across it as if he was a canvas and they were the drops of paint, placed there by the hand of a great master. His snow-white hair, sparkling in the light, shimmered in an array of colors, creating a subtle glow all around him. The misted surface of the mirror revealed the imprints of his large palm, which had rid of the unwanted shroud a few minutes ago, giving him a glimpse of his reflection. His left hand rested on the edge of the basin while the other firmly gripped the razor, moving expertly across his porcelain, now covered in a layer of shaving foam, skin.

Satoru remained concentrated, turning his head deftly and delicately wielding his razor blade. His celestial blue eyes were fixed on his own reflection, while his thoughts were elsewhere. Surrounded by an unusual silence, punctuated only by the gentle whisper of flowing water, he still heard far more than any human ear could. For Satoru, the quietest night, so silent and soundless to everyone, turned into a cacophony of noisy daytime sounds.

He diligently tried to keep the annoying thoughts and noises away from him, striving to mentally return to the pleasant moments of complete tranquility with you. He put all the unnecessary shaving items into the cabinet and bent down, rinsing off the rest of the foam and sending it down the drain along with his dark thoughts. Then he straightened, taking a quick glance at his face reflected in the smooth surface of the mirror and reached for the towel, as his gaze, surprisingly even for him, lingered a little longer on the scar, hidden behind the damp snowy strands that fell on his forehead, and then slowly moved to his neck, eyes flickering worryingly under the blinding light of the bright lamps. He cautiously, as if he were afraid of himself, brought his hand to his neck, tracing the damaged skin with his fingertips and swallowing heavily. He reluctantly lowered his gaze to his chest, staring with revulsion at the vertical scar that so distinctly marked his pale skin.

He shook his head a few times, as if driving away the ghosts of his past, and nestled his head into the soft cloth of the terry towel, gently removing the residue of water from his face. Finally, he lifted his head and flinched slightly, meeting your gaze in the reflection.

"Spying on me?" he immediately turned around, in a moment replacing his startled grimace with his usual wide grin.

"Me? Never," you smiled sheepishly, not expecting to be caught red-handed, and opened the door wider, taking a couple of timid steps in his direction.

"I thought you were already in bed, you little liar," Satoru smirked boyishly, holding out his arms and inviting you into his warm embrace.

"I couldn't sleep without you, so I thought I'd see what you were doing here without me," you teased, wrapping your arms around his strong body and gently stroking his back.

"Don't worry, sweetheart, nothing to make you feel neglected," he joked, sounding as confident as possible, but his eyes brimmed with all the colors of unrestrained sadness.

You slapped his back playfully, bursting into hearty laughter and burying your nose into his naked chest. His strong arms encircled your waist, pulling you even tighter against him as his lips left a light kiss on your head. Your palm slowly caressed his silky skin, tracing intricate patterns with your fingertips, feeling the hundreds of goosebumps running all over his body. You smiled, your index finger now drawing a small heart just where his heart was beating beneath it. Satoru shook his head, laughing softly and rolling his eyes, "You're so cheesy," but you could still feel his slender, long fingers leaving little hearts on every millimeter of your skin for several minutes now. You smiled blissfully, allowing yourself to melt into his tender embrace, forgetting time and plans, feeling only the comfort of his warmth enveloping you from head to toe and his heart beating right under your cheek.

You gently touched his deep scar, like a scorched mark resting on his flawless, soft-white skin. Satoru's breath hitched as he shuddered at the sudden sensation.

"Does it hurt?" a soft whisper, coming from your lips and fanning his chest with your hot breath, reached his ears.

"Of course not, silly, it has long since healed," he looked at you perplexedly, his eyebrows drawn into a thin line.

"No, does it hurt?" you stressed the last word, lifting your head and gazing into his wide-open hypnotic orbits, hoping that he would understand what you implied in that question.

His lips quivered, and his eyes flickered frantically over your face, trying to figure out if he should voice what had been languishing inside for so long. Small but obvious wrinkles appeared on his forehead, giving his face an even more baffled expression.

"Yeah...' he forcefully uttered the answer that was stuck in his throat, 'sometimes I feel his knife going through me all over again…,' his hand slowly covered yours, stroking your knuckles.

"Right...," you whispered, intertwining your fingers with his and squeezing his hand lightly, in hopes of showing that you could understand him.

"Sometimes I feel like I'm a kid again and I relive all this stuff over and over again, isn't that silly?" he chuckled sadly, hiding his eyes, in which you could notice snippets of the suffering he had seen throughout his life. It seemed as if, as he uttered these words, he indeed turned into a little boy, only the mischievous smile that everyone around him was so used to seeing had now faded, and his eyes no longer burned with such a vibrant light.

"It's not stupid at all," you lovingly brushed his hair away from his forehead, gently stroking his cheekbone, "I wish I was there to protect you from everything," you admitted sincerely.

"You know I would have done anything to prevent that," Satoru gently took your hand, leaving an appreciative kiss on your palm.

You nodded, knowing it was useless to argue with him, just hugged him a little tighter, while gently caressing his tense back muscles. You knew how hard he was trying not to reveal his true emotions to you, to keep cool, but it was his hands that were nervously rubbing the fabric of yours, or rather his T-shirt, and the ragged breathing that caused his chest heave so anxiously that made it all abundantly clear.

"I often wonder what that little boy I once used to be would have said to me after knowing how much pain and death those eyes had seen, what he would have thought when he saw that with every step I took there were bloody footprints on the ground, stretching endlessly behind me, how he would have felt when he noticed those scars, evidence that I had let it happen to him" he continued after a pause, burying his nose in your hair.

"He would have been proud of you," you uttered quietly, "after finding out what you had learned and what else those magic eyes could do, he would have admired seeing what your body, now adorned with a pair of battle marks, was capable of, he would have thanked you when he realized how many people you had saved. And he thanks you now for the way you protect him, because he still lives in you."

Satoru fell silent, holding his breath, heeding every single word that he felt was healing his wounds, kissing all the pain away. He closed his eyes, trying to hold back the tears that welled up in his eyes, and exhaled softly.

You caressed his side reassuringly, leaving a kiss on his shoulder, "I just know little Satoru feels safe now."

"Yeah, with you, little Satoru feels at home.”

***

The silent, dark night was replaced by a bright morning, filled with the peals of the birds, causing the sleeping moon to give way to the brilliant sun, illuminating the soft features of Satoru, who had fell asleep on your chest, with its gentle golden rays. The warm blanket he had so carefully wrapped you in before you went to sleep almost slid to the floor, his arm lazily wrapped around your waist while your legs were entwined, preventing you from moving. You smiled earnestly, fingertips stroking his soft skin and once again covering his body with little hearts, while your lips were leaving little kisses here and there. Your heart was full, realizing with its every beat that your whole world was encased in this one person. You lay there quietly, staring at his slightly fluttering white lashes and hoping that in one of the parallel universes you had somehow met sooner, and both little Satoru and little you knew no worries, faithfully carrying your love through life, holding tightly to each other with your intertwined pinkies.

thank you for reading, reblogs and comments are very much appreciated! <3

art and dividers are not mine <3

tags: @shamelessperfectionhideout @afortoru @keiskyutie @vagabond-umlaut @4sat0ruu @softsatoru @mitsuyeaah @playgrl0 @moonsinfonia @a-nuisance-called-sam @gojoshooter

#gojo satoru #jjk gojo #satoru gojo #satoru gojou #jjk satoru #gojo x reader #gojo x you #gojou satoru x reader #gojo x gn!reader #gojo x yn #gojo fluff #gojo angst #gojo satoru fluff #satoru angst #i needed this after the mess gege caused today #so this is extremely self-indulgent

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vivid-ink · 10 months

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HUNGER GAMES: The Ballad of Songbirds & Snakes MASTERLIST

A TURN OF TABLES - Coriolanus Snow x Lucy Gray (oneshot)

AVATAR MASTERLIST

- SHOW ME & TEACH ME - {Neteyam x fem!Omatikaya Reader} 18+ MDNI (Complete)

Summary:

You were an inconsequential member of the Omatikaya clan who had failed your rites of passage once already. You were born to heal, not hunt or fight. So, why had the tsahìk designated Neteyam of all people to take over your training?

What business did the future olo’eyktan have mentoring you? But it was too late now. You should have known better than to fall in love with your mentor. You had known this day would come; the day when your success would mean losing his company. You should have clung on tighter to your heart while you still had it…

- TO KNOW YOU AGAIN - {Neteyam x fem!Omatikaya OC} 18+ MDNI (Complete)

Summary:

“Do you remember our last night here? The night before my family left?” The warm, rumbling timbre of Neteyam’s voice washed over her.

“Yes,” Naia whispered. How could she forget?... She had replayed the memory of his lips over and over numerous times.

One corner of Neteyam’s mouth lifted in a small smile as his eyes tracked over the delicate bridge of her nose and over her steadily flushing cheeks. His gaze stopped to rest on her lips, “You gave me something that night. I think it's time I returned it."

Set 7 years after TWoW: An exploration of what if Neteyam had to leave a girl he was close to behind when his family fled to the reefs to seek refuge.

-THE LOVE SHACK - {Neteyam(23) x fem!Omatikaya Reader(21) x Lo'ak(22)} 18+ MDNI (Complete)

Summary:

You’d heard the whispered speculations and stifled giggles during the daytimes. You’d seen the furtive glances that the other women cast at Neteyam and Lo’ak through coquettish eyes, cheeks stained a blushing mauve as they exchanged coy smiles with the two brothers.

And during the nights? Hell, you’d heard the moans and wanton cries for yourself… You were definitely curious, but did you have it in you to go through with their proposition?...

ONESHOTS & DRABBLES

Your Best Friend's Brother - {Neteyam x fem!Omatikaya Reader} Mission Accomplished - {fem!HumanReader x Neteyam OR Lo'ak} 18+ MDNI - Kinktober 01 - 'Handjob' prompt I See You - [fem!OmatikayaReader x dom!Alpha!Neteyam} 18+ MDNI - Kinktober 31 - 'A/B/O' prompt

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Want a novel-length adventure with a strong narrative? This one is 20 chapters (152k words) & too long to put on Tumblr, but I'm most proud of it! It's a real rollercoaster with a completely original plot!

- VIOLET EYES - {Neteyam x fem!Avatar OC} *Complete* 18+ MDNI

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Violet Eyes Summary:

Ria’s gaze paused at his handsome face. Good God, he had grown… She remembered his striking face from years ago in a time of battle at sea, it had been softer with youth then. He had barely been taller than her. Now, he towered over her...

Neteyam lifted his gaze to hers; green-gold clashed with striking violet. Yes, he remembered those eyes. Even the years that had passed in-between had not made him forget.

He lowered his face, his lips curling in a snarl, “I should kill you.” The English words were stilted as he spoke, “But I will not. A life for a life.”

AU where Neteyam lives - set many years after The Way of Water, after the defeat of the humans.

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weaversweek · 3 months

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This is Jeopardy!

An institution in the States since the 1980s, Jeopardy! has never worked here. Sure, they've tried it - ITV spent most of the early 90s trying to make Jep happen - but it's never landed.

Maybe this new incarnation will hit the mark.

Stephen Fry is the host, and a longer running time allows him to take the game at a more sedate pace. A more conversational pace, it's questions and answers and just a bit of fun.

Jeopardy! has kept its conceit - we're shown the answers, and give a question beginning "(What|who) is..." Points for right questions, points off for wrong ones, and a final question to potentially double your score. Winner gets their score in pounds, which is usually around £5000.

Whisper (which is part-owned by Sony, which also owns Jeopardy!) have directly copied the Stateside version, all the music cues, all the little bits - including the cringeworthy opening announcement "From a studio you've never heard of in Salford!"

But this version of Jeopardy! works. Clever contestants, clever host, without anyone ever being smug or rubbing your nose in how much they know. It's the right show for 4pm on a dark winter's evening.

Plus!

Why was Ant dancing on the desk?

#jeopardy #jeopardy!#stephen fry #itv #quiz #quiz show #daytime #daytime quiz #alex trebek #ant and dec #limitless win #game show #gameshow #game shows #gameshows #ukgameshows #weaver's week

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babygirlgiles · 12 days

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Why does no one else see my vision for post-war Effie Trinket. Like that woman does NOT become a civil servant, she does not join the ranks of government service. She is 100% New Panem’s first influencer. She was already having her It Girl moment as the escort of District Twelve’s victors beforehand and now there’s public perception that she was this Hunger Games insider playing the long con to dismantle the system from within and paid this great sacrifice for it by being tortured by Snow’s cadre for her efforts. Which is not true at all because she had No Clue what was going on but Plutarch needs new programming to fill all the hours that used to be taken up by Hunger Games related media so he decides to capitalize on Effie having Her Moment. And with people being allowed to travel between districts for the first time in over a generation and newfound freedom of information, there would a nationwide fascination how other people live. Effie ends up with her own lifestyle/travel series where she visits different regions of Panem and even exotic far away places such as “England”. She’s posting beach selfies on Panemstigram to promote her upcoming episode on lobster fishing off District Thirteen’s revitalized coastline.

She even gets her own daytime talk show at one point. She tries (and fails) for years to get Peeta on the show as a guest. Katniss has never watched a single episode.

#Effie trinket #the hunger games #hunger games #thg #you know I went into my drafts for something totally unrelated about my backpacking trip and found this instead #listen I love the hayffie quiet life in 12 fics as much as everyone else but guys. guys.#Effie in an ENORMOUS parka going ice fishing in the upper peninsula #trying SO hard to remain professional and enthusiastic about the ‘quaint’ local customs #when she’s obviously freezing and doesn’t want to be there #Effie watching someone milk a cow with barely concealed horror #Effie in a corn field. Effie in a swamp.#American foodways are so vast and diverse irl and would be in Panem too #it’s like Anthony bourdain parts unknown but it’s with Effie trinket #the comedic potential is off the charts.#and also she could learn so much about the world and have her worldview broadened etc etc #but also influencer Effie. do you see it. do you.

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In the May 15, 2019 Super Mario Maker 2 Direct, one very brief shot shows the Forest theme in the Super Mario Bros. 3 game style with black water (bottom edge of the screen). In the finished game, the daytime version of this theme features translucent blue water, while the nighttime version features opaque purple poison; neither of them feature black water as seen in the Direct.

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pinkthrone445 · 6 months

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~Shadows of the night~

Pairing:Brienne of tarth x Reader

Gender: mostly fluff, enemies to lovers.

Warnlings : (+18) Alcohol, mention of deaths, few spoilers for Game of Thrones season 2. Tell me if any were missing.

Summary:Brienne ends up falling in love with someone she didn't expect.

Enjoy! And don't forget to reblog! 💕

The intense fluttering of the crows pulled her out of the spiral of her thoughts, the night was very dark and she could not see beyond what the torches illuminated, but she came to see a flash among the trees of the forest, something was moving, probably an animal, but as a precaution she drew her sword looking intently at the forest. The hairs on the back of her neck stood up as she felt the breeze rustle around her neck. Mrs. Stark's scream cut through the silence of the night, quick as her feet would allow, Bri entered the tent to find an arrow stuck in the tent pole, inches from the woman's head, with a note attached to it

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Brienne was on patrol by Lady Stark's tent, It wasn't too long ago that she had been leading the fugitive kingslayer to trade him for Miss Stark's children. But his words echoed in her head: "You're uglier in the daytime" "Where did the lady get a giant like you?" "Have you ever been with a man or woman? Maybe with a horse?". All her life she had suffered from comments like that, but the more years passed, the more the words echoed in her head, would she ever get someone to truly love her? Anyone who sees her true beauty?

-"Are you okay my lady?"-Bri asked with her sword in hand, looking for the intruder who had shot the arrow. The woman nodded still frightened, Bri found no one and went back to her side checking her to see if she had any wounds- "Did you have a chance to see someone?"- The tall woman asked, but the lady shook her head again. Bri was scared, but she didn't let it show, keeping her feelings under her stoic gaze, again someone in her care was in danger and she couldn't do anything to protect her.

After having secured the perimeter with more guards, Bri took the arrow with the note and opened it, it was a small note without much content but with an extravagantly delicate handwriting

Brienne read the note at least three times, the last time aloud for the lady to hear

"My lady, your life is in grave danger, someone is out for revenge and you are blamed for not finding it, you must be extremely careful"

-"Trap or not, this is a warning and a well-founded one, we know that there is a father seeking revenge for his son and I let the culprit escape"- the lady spoke and her knight nodded - "I'm going to need your protection more than ever, look for more knights that you trust to take care of me and my son, we don't know who else is involved in revenge, so just look for the ones you trust the most. I will talk about this with my son, if they seek to cause me harm, they will go after him too".

-"This must be a trap my lady, the arrow alone is a threat, surely they are trying to alter your judgment by making you nervous just so they can try something else" - The tall woman spoke, but the older one shook her head

Her knight nodded and went to do everything she had asked, in just a few hours, Mrs. Stark and her son were protected by good knights and squires. That same night, her enemies tried to go against her and claim her and her son's life, but failed thanks to the anonymous warning letter.

A couple more days passed and there was no sign of the anonymous writer of the letter. Every night, as Brienne made her rounds guarding the perimeter, she felt like someone was watching her from the woods, but it never was anyone else in the place when she went to check.

One night, returning from a long journey, Brienne and her mistress entered the tent where the woman usually wrote letters and went about her business, but the blonde quickly drew her sword at the sight of a woman sitting in the lady's seat. The woman was as pale as the moon, but her hair, eyes, and clothes were black as night, no doubt she was someone Brienne did not know, for she was sure that she could never forget her face even if a thousand more lives passed. Although Bri was very tall and stocky and her sword was more than half the height of the seated woman, the black-haired woman didn't flinch one bit

-"Declare your affairs woman, or the last thing you will see, will be the edge of my sword for breaking in and using Mrs. Stark's chambers without permission"- said the knight. You laughed, standing in front of the knight looking into her eyes, raising your head because of the height difference

-"I'd like to see you try" -You said defiantly and passed by her almost standing in front of Mrs. Stark, the only reason you stopped was because the knight was lightly pressing the sword on your neck- "my Lady" - You said ignoring the pressure of the sword on your neck and the woman holding it, looking straight at the older one in front of you- "I have come to beg you to let me serve you as one of your guard" - Brienne laughed dryly, she couldn't believe the chutzpah you had

-"Why?" - The eldest asked -"and what makes you think you have what it takes? I already have more than necessary protection by my side" - the lady pointed to the woman who still had her sword on your neck

-"I've seen how you work, plan, and carry out your things. No man can think of things the way you do, and there's no one else I'd like to protect. I know she is more than enough protection, but I will not only protect you from imminent threats, but from threats that no one knows or sees until it's too late"-You took an arrow out of its case and gave it to the woman, but she didn't take it, just looked at it-"My lady, I have already proved myself worthy by warning of a betrayal of which no one knew" -At that moment, Brienne understood everything, you had been the archer who had shot the arrow with the letter, she pressed the sword more against your neck causing a drop of blood to come out and slowly run down your neck

-"Your arrow almost killed the lady, it was stuck inches from her head" -The blonde spoke rudely looking you straight in the eyes

-"If I had wanted to kill her, I would have. I never missed an arrow, I just wanted to get her attention" - you took out a piece of cloth and pressed it against the armed chest of the tallest woman, Brienne took it and her blood ran cold when she noticed that it was a piece of her cloak, but she didn't show any emotion on her face-"I had the opportunity to hurt both of you several times, but I didn't. I only observed you hidden in the shadows of the forest and in the shadows of the night. Believe me, ma'am, when I say that I can be of great help by being by your side"

Lady Stark nodded analyzing the situation carefully

-"Put down the sword Brienne"-the blonde did as she was asked but without moving away from you an inch - "I will allow you to serve me, but you will be under Brienne's command, she will control you until you show us that we can trust you"- she spoke in a neutral tone and you smiled

-"Thank you ma'am" - you knelt down with one knee on the ground and bowed your head-"I don't believe in gods, but I make this promise out of the love I have for my mother and the respect I have for my father. I promise to serve you and abide by every decision you make, the gods you serve will be my gods and wherever you go I will go. I will be loyal to you until my last breath and give my life for yours if it is necessary. I will serve you without distractions, I will not seek my advantage in any aspect of my life, I will not seek a partner or love, nor start a family, you will always be the most important thing in my life my Lady".

From that day forward you began to serve at Brienne's side. While it had been the decision of Lady Stark and her orders, there was something about you that made Brienne wary. You were always alone, hidden, and didn't talk much about your life. But she had to admit that you were very good at guarding the perimeter and guarding them from distant threats. No one had the skill with the bow like you.

After spending several weeks together, Brienne would see you go into the woods alone almost every night, so she started following you to find out what you were doing, but even though she was very good at following trails, she always lost you.

One night like any other, as she was following you, something hit her head gently, looking at the ground she noticed that it was a pine cone, looking up, she saw you sitting on a tree branch looking at her seriously with your head tilted to the side

-"How many more nights do you plan to follow me?" - You asked and she pretended not to understand

-"I was just getting some air" - replied the blonde and you came down from the tree standing next to her, raising your head to look her in the eye

-"I don't know if you're more bad at lying or trying to be silent and go unnoticed."-You responded by walking around her and tugging at her cloak a little—"your armor and cape make you stomp under his weight, that's why I always feel when you're coming and I have time to hide so you don't follow me" -You started walking deeper into the woods, reaching a lake and dipping your toes into the water after taking off your shoes. Brienne followed you and stood beside you staring at you in the moonlight, almost hymnotized, forgetting for a moment why she was following you.

-"You go out to train with your swords, I go out at night to enjoy the calm and silence" - you said softly and that brought Brienne out of her trance- "I know you don't trust me, I see it in your eyes, in your whole being. You never let me be alone with Lady Stark, you never stop watching me when I do something, you always treat me worse than the others under your command, whenever I grab my bow you look at me suspiciously, waiting for me to do something wrong to attack me... Someday I'll do something to show you that I'm just as deserving to protect someone as you are... I know I don't know how to fight hand-to-hand like you, I don't know how to use a sword like you, I know I'm just the daughter of a blacksmith and a servant, that I'm not from any royal family or any knight, but I trained a lot to be the best archer there was and I know I am, So I won't let your distrust of me bring me down and make me doubt what I'm worth, because I know I'm very good at my job and I don't need your approval"-You spoke with more and more anger in your voice, something Brienne didn't expect, was a midnight confession of how her treatment made you feel. Not knowing what to say and seeing that you weren't doing anything wrong, she turned and went back to camp leaving you alone.

More months passed, and Brienne began to feel less distrustful of you and more curious to meet you. Little by little she began to invite you to eat with her when they had breakfast in the fortress, when you passed each other in the corridors she greeted you with a small bow with her head. She started teaching you a little bit of meelee combat and in return, you tried to teach her how to shoot arrows, but it was a failure. Brienne began to trust you, in battles, and in day-to-day life. She realized that her mistrust had been baseless and that you were indeed a very good person, with good and transparent intentions, to be of use under someone good like Lady Stark.

She didn't know if it was because you spent so much time together or because you always had something interesting to tell, but every day she wanted to spend more time by your side listening to you and watching you. Taking advantage of every opportunity to be near you, she went from following you to control you to following you to admire you.

Brienne had never felt this way about anyone, she had never enjoyed someone's company so much, she didn't know what was happening to her, but she liked it. Although it bothered her a little not knowing what was going on in your head.

One day, after an arduous battle, the Starks threw a big party, to which you and Brienne were invited as it was your days off. If the blonde wasn't sure how she felt about you, she was convinced she was in love when she saw you walk through the doors wearing a red dress and your hair up, a big contrast to the black outfit you wore when you went into battle. Out of nerves, the tall woman was avoiding you most of the night. For your part, you thought that Brienne for some reason had become suspicious of you again, and since you didn't like being with many other people, you stayed on the side of the party, taking every drink that crossed in front of you to kill the boredom.

A couple of hours later, you went to your room, stumbling a little from having a few too many drinks. When you were taking off your clothes, a soft knock was felt on your door, knowing very well the footsteps that had been heard seconds before, you were sure that the blonde was on the other end of the call

-"Come in"-You answered, Brienne came in to talk to you, to apologize for avoiding you all night, so you wouldn't think wrong, but forgot what she was going to say when she saw how little clothes you were wearing. For your part, you didn't know if it was the drinks you drank or what, but instead of being embarrassed, you stuck out your chest to show off your attributes more - "The cat ate your tongue, Bri?"

"Bri" the blonde liked the sound of that nickname from your lips. She tried to talk but she only stammered, especially when you started to get close to her, trapping her between you and the door. Brienne felt silly looking at the seductive way you smiled and how your eyes sparkled in the candlelight, why were you looking at her that way? She never imagined that someone could look at her like that. Perhaps it was one of those dreams she had had the last few nights, in which she imagined that the feelings she had were reciprocal

-Are you going to start following me again to see what I'm doing or did you come for another reason? - You spoke very close to her and Brienne just shook her head

-I-I... - Why had she come? How do you think about anything when one of the most beautiful women she'd ever seen was half naked in front of her? What could she say that wouldn't make you walk away, that would keep you coming closer to her? Brienne was confused, according to her, she had never liked a woman before, was that wrong? What if your prompt actions weren't what they seemed and she tried something and just scared you?. Before her head could continue to curl any further, she felt yourself gripping the collar of her shirt tightly, pulling her close to you and bumping your lips against hers. Brienne was in shock and couldn't follow the kiss, but she felt how you kissed her in desperation, she also felt the alcohol on your breath. She tried to stop you, she knew you were drunk and this wasn't right, but when you started kissing and biting her neck, she lost all willpower. With great agility you turned her around and pushed her onto your bed, climbing on her hips and removing her shirt

-"(Y/N)... "- The blonde wanted to speak firmly, but it came out like a desperate whimper-"(Y/N) stop... I had never..." - she whispered and you smiled

-"It's okay, don't worry, I haven't done it before either, we can learn together. Tell me you really don't want to and I'll stop, but I've seen how your gaze has changed for me, I know it's not just my imagination and that you want this too. You are a perfect woman and I have liked you for a long time, you drive me crazy and I would like to show you how much I like you kissing every inch of your perfect body. If you let me, I'll spend my whole life revering every inch of you"-You whispered desperately and began kissing and marking her chest. Brienne did want this, but not like this, not while you were drunk, not when the next day you wouldn't remember anything and maybe you'd regret being with her. How is it that you ended up with her, when you could have gone with anyone more beautiful than her. Thousands of questions went through her head, how could she stop you without you taking it badly? Was it the effect of the alcohol or did you also feel something true for her? Was being with a woman wrong? What would others say? Caught up in her doubts and fears, Brienne lowered her gaze to finally stop you, but what she saw took her out of place. You had fallen asleep on her chest, curled up with a small smile. Near your mouth, on her skin, were a couple of marks and bites. Your breathing was soft and calm and your arms were hugging her waist tightly, as if hugging her is your only reason to live. Brienne sighed, the alcohol had knocked you out and stopped you from getting any further. On one hand she was relieved but on the other, she couldn't deny how hot you had made her feel. Little by little, Brienne's agitated breathing was controlled and before she knew it, she fell asleep, relaxed from feeling of you on top of her, feeling calm and safe.

The next morning, with the first rays of sunshine, Brienne awoke, immediately remembering the events of the previous night, fear taking over her body. What if you woke up upset without understanding what she was doing there? What if you thought she had taken advantage of you? What if, since you didn't have alcohol in your system, you saw again how unpleasant she was? What if... Brienne watched as you slept peacefully on top of her, still clinging to her waist, Your hair was a little disheveled, but the same smile from the night before was still on your face. How was it possible that you were even more beautiful like that? Although her brain was telling her to run, to avoid waiting for you to wake up, her hands moved to your back caressing it with delicacy and love. If this was the only time she'd be like this with you, maybe she should seize the opportunity. She took a deep breath etching your scent into her memory, your entire room had your scent. She smiled again as she felt a little sleepy babble from you and how you snuggled closer to her chest, as if you wanted to reach her heart and stay there forever. Suddenly, your eyes opened, widened, and she could see the panic in them, making her nervous as well. The magical moment was broken, you had already woken up and she was still there hugging you against her body

-"B-Brienne" -You whispered and sat on the bed looking at her and covering your body with the sheets, your cheeks turned red at the sight of the marks on Brienne's chest - "what happened? You and me?... Did we?... "

-"No no" -Brienne quickly shook her head- "You fell asleep on my chest and I couldn't leave without waking you up..." - she saw how you sighed with relief and her heart contracted a little, were you relieved that you hadn't been with her? Would you have regretted it if it had happened? You needed alcohol to be with her?... Brienne got up quickly, since you didn't have her pinned against your body and the bed anymore, she arranged her clothes walking to the door - "I've got to go, we've got training in a few hours" -she said. When she was about to leave, she stopped as you grabbed her wrist, she turned and lowered her head to see you. You had a look of remorse on your face as you had remembered several things that happened in the night, but you also looked very fragile and sincere

-"I'm so sorry for my behavior last night... Alcohol... The alcohol made me act indecently, I'm relieved that nothing went any further... But it's not a lie what I said, I like you very much Bri and I think you are a beautiful woman, the most beautiful woman my eyes have ever seen... I'm relieved that nothing else happened, but not because I don't want to be with you, but because our first time should be something to remember, not something from an impulse for alcohol...I don't know if you like me or it was just my imagination, but you drive me crazy, I've been in love with you for months and it's getting worse every day... I want to kiss you every minute and always be close to you, I want to..." - This time, it was Brienne who interrupted you with a kiss, but it was a slower and more loving one, more affectionate and delicate, a great contrast to the kiss of the night before.

-"I like you too, a lot"-she whispered against your lips making you smile, then she hugged your waist and continued kissing you lovingly.

That's when Brienne understood that it didn't matter what others said or what names they called her, she was beautiful and more than enough, she could see it in your eyes and you spend every day showing how much you loved her and how beautiful she really was.

#brienne x reader #brienne of tarth #brienne of tarth x reader #ser brienne #lady brienne #game of thrones #lesbian #lovers #fanfic

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staticscreenz · 10 months

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last but not least, Edward Nygma! you can view the rest of my Dork Squad here and here.

character blurb under the cut

An aspiring actor and native Gothamite, Edward finally got his big break when he was cast as the star of a local children's television series, E. Nygma & the Curious City.

Determined to make a name for himself, Edward poured his heart and soul into the show, turning a low-budget daytime program into an instant classic with stylish visuals and brilliant writing.

His career was brought to a swift end when an accident on set caused a stage light to fall, however, disabling him for life and preventing him from reprising his role. Edward originally accepted his retirement with grace, falling into quiet obscurity -- until the production company suddenly announced a reboot, which excluded him entirely.

He then adopted the moniker of “The Riddler”, carrying out a series of riddle, puzzle and game-based crimes on executives, politicians, and other people in positions of power. These crimes were often televised as unofficial “Specials” for his original series, and inevitably attracted the attention of the Batman, who took Edward in for multiple accounts of murder, assault, endangerment, and blackmail.

Due to the nature of his crimes, as well the results of his physical and mental evaluation, Edward was deemed not guilty by grounds of insanity and sentenced to Arkham Asylum.

#Edward Nygma #The Riddler #Riddler #Batman #DC #generic art tag

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princessbrunette · 3 months

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PS now i’m curious if you could headcanon their film interests? like who’s into superhero movies or who doesn’t give a shit about them and only binges shows idk cant help it im curious now lmao. hope ur doing well btw! always love what u write ❤️

rafe watches such stereotypical Guy shows (not to say i don’t/ girls don’t watch these but you know what i mean) like The Boys, Succession, Suits etc etc 😭 movie wise i think he just watches whatever is new if he has the time….. or like a lot of action movies cos the little boy in him still secretly fantasises about that kinda thing… living in an apocalyptic world n getting to save his damsel in distress (you) from the horrors …… he’s also more of a DC guy than a marvel guy cos he thinks it’s more mature

jayj n john b are such marvel boys 😭 they love stupid fun superhero movies n have full on debates with eachother over who the best heroes / villains are etc etc !!

in terms of tv shows, they watch anything that’s popular tbh…. huge fans of breaking bad, game of thrones etc ….. john b lovesssss daytime tv game shows bc he’s literally a dad at heart n sometimes jayj joins him to laugh

#anon #thank u btw! 💕#rafe cameron prompt #jj maybank prompt #john b prompt

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Danny secretly reforming LoV

(aka there are benefits of having 2 forms and being an underground hero/ spy other than flushing out human trafficking rings)

Danny is a secret powerhouse.

Sure, he's got the powers and personality for his daytime endeavors, but that's always been Phantom.

Fenton, however, is a different story.

He's got a few useful powers, and he's been asked on several occasions to work with some underground heroes that he just ended up being some sort of a double agent. Phantom is daylight, Fenton is nighttime, and neither are getting any kind of sleep.

Tonight, he gets a tip from about a bar.

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Meeting the League of Villains like this was not something he had mentally prepared himself for, but due to his general experiences he's able to school his expressions pretty well.

He's advertised his quirk to his contact as a general enhancer. His senses and strength are different enough from his more physical ghost powers for this to be a solid play, and keeping these particular cards close to his chest has gotten out of more than a couple scrapes. So when he walks into the bar owned by the League, he stands a bit taller, quirks his head a bit more, sniffs the air, and narrows his eyes at everybody.

He's a big guy. He got his father's genetics when it came to height, and he comes up to a respectable 6'7", and with his many years of training and hero work, he's bulked out quite a bit. All this to say is, even Fenton is a formidable foe. In the lion's den, he's gotta show that he's not one to be messed with.

"Name's Yokai," Danny tells them. "I heard you might be looking for new members?"

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It goes well enough. Danny proves he can bring his own natural talents to the table, and lies through his teeth enough to convince them he's fully on their side. And though he didn't lie about hating the government and the Commission, it's still a pretty solid performance.

There's a weird energy around Kurogiri that sends a cold shiver down his spine. It's enough to clock that there isn't something completely human going on, but not enough to actually activate his ghost sense, which in and of itself is a relief. He has no idea how he would explain that when it's not a part of his known quirks.

Instead, he talks with Spinner first.

He's a stoic kinda guy who seems to be higher up in the ranks due to his ability to keep up with Shigaraki in various video games. He doesn't say much, but when he does speak it's practiced, calculated, as if one wrong word will get him thrown out. Danny knows it's something he's probably had to deal with his entire life. Not everybody is so accepting of mutation quirks that are as drastic as Spinner's.

He's also one of Stain's followers, which will either make things incredibly complicated, or a little easier on him.

Toga is, too, and it looks like Dabi has his own plans. The League for him just seems to be a way to enact them without much getting in his way.

He shares hobby with Spinner and gossips with Toga while they do each other's hair. While he can't let her feed on him for obvious reasons, every time he visits them he makes sure to bring a bag with him that he steals from a random hospital.

With Magne they talk about different parenting tactics, because while neither of them technically are, they're close enough. Danny's got Elle and Magne has this colorful crew to look after. They also talk about sexuality and gender, and Danny has had no discomfort in showing her the twin scars on his chest.

If they hug it out after that particularly emotional conversation, well, everybody is smart enough to keep their mouths shut.

With Mr. Compress, he's more of a theatrical kind of guy. Danny brushes up on his Shakespeare, giving a million thanks to Mr. Lancer as he does so, so he can converse with the man. Danny shows him a few complicated card tricks that make Compress chuckle at him as if he's a child, but Danny doesn't find himself minding one bit.

He goes through the whole League like that, more or less. He doesn't know when this became less of an information-gathering mission and more of a gentle-reformation one instead, but he can't say the results aren't there. They all look a bit more relaxed and at ease. Danny finds himself wanting to take care of them.

He of all people understands what it's like being different. Growing up quirkless and then struggling after his accident, he's never quite fit in. Unfit for regular society, not human enough or ghost enough to properly be in either world. He finds that most of the League have the mindset they'd of because of how society has treated them. And while their actions haven't been okay, he can't say he doesn't understand. If he had had a worse support system he probably would have ended up just like them.

Kurogiri is the one he doesn't hang out with much. Not because of any particular reason. He's usually busy cleaning, or breaking up fights, or setting up meetings or off doing who knows what. Because of his fast travel ability he's constantly running errands for everybody.

But when he does take a moment and slow down, he and Danny share some tea together. Or rather, Danny drinks tea in Kurogiri's quiet comfort. His motivations seem more protective than they are malicious, and that's something that Danny understands all too well. Even if the one he's protecting is a mislead murderer.

Because of their naturally ghostly nature, the two can communicate seamlessly without words. There's this underlying current of emotions that only they're aware of, and Danny's not sure if Kurogiri really even notices. Having not been around ectoplasm or ghosts in general, it can be hard to put a name to what this weird emotional feedback loop is. But Danny's got plenty of experience under his belt to realize that it's ghost related.

With this feedback loop and Kurogiri's general vibe, he eventually figures it out. It takes him a long time, but once he learned it was possible, the answer seemed obvious.

Two souls forcibly inhabiting one body, and neither one of them are in true control. He's not really sure how it was done, and he's not sure how to fix it without completely blowing his cover. Going in and separating the parasite from the host wouldn't be too much trouble with his overshadowing ability, but it's not something he can just do in the presence of the League.

He sips his tea instead.

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There's something familiar about the name Shigaraki but Danny can't for the life of him place it. Maybe it's because he raided the USJ during a training exercise in a desperate attempt to kill All Might. Maybe it's because he's the leader and figurehead of the League. But it's more than that, isn't it?

He just can't figure it out.

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Months go by like this. Danny brings them things like medical supplies, gloves for Shigaraki, books for Compress, some high end burn cream for Dabi to prolong the effects of his quirk. He takes care of them, and in turn they trust him with information. Not enough to really do anything with it, but sometimes they tell him about a drop that happened, or a supply run they're hitting. A man named Sensei is mentioned more often than not, and he has to wonder if they've told this guy about Danny as much as they've told Danny about Sensei.

He's more than a little intrigued by this mysterious boogieman, and more concerned by the second about the mental toll he's taken on Shigaraki.

It's obvious the kid-because that's what he is to an immortal like Danny-didn't have a nice childhood. With a quirk like his, he probably had a rough awakening. His parents either didn't accept it or they were killed, or maybe they abandoned him. Either way, the clear malicious intent Sensei has with Shigaraki rubs Danny the wrong way, but he's not sure how to broach the subject without setting him off, and tipping everybody off that he's not really who he says he is.

It all comes to a head when Danny is invited to meet this Sensei character. He goes through Kurogiri's portal somewhere in the middle of the pack, with Shigaraki leading the charge. They enter into this large, cavernous room with giant Nomu test tubes lining the walls. In the very back, sitting on a high chair above the reason of them, was a man that just had an overwhelming sense of wrong. Hooked up to dozens of machines, Danny could tell that this man was more powerful than most of the S-Tier villains and ghosts he's fought. And judging from the weird energy that's similar to Kurogiri's, with an underlying current of maliciousness, it's not a surprising realization to Danny that this person should be dead.

"Ah, the famous Yokai," the villain drawls. Danny narrows his eyes as he feels a prodding sensation in the back of his mind, and firmly puts up all of his mental defenses. He's been mind controlled enough to know what it feels like, and he's not about to let some boogieman get the advantage on him.

"Ah, it seems like your heightened senses are good for more than just surveillance," the man says.

"It's a fun little party trick," Danny replies, trying his best to keep the edge out of his voice. Judging from the side eye that Dabi gives him, it's obvious he doesn't do a very good job of it.

The League up to this point has always been pretty laid back. Dabi especially usually has this aloof vibe he puts off, but all of them seem to be on high alert now. Backs are straight and their attention is forcibly stolen by the man in the chair.

"It's not very often that my young pupil finds someone worth his interest."

The nagging feeling in the back of his head is back, a more forceful prodding this time, and Danny closes his eyes to focus on blocking the intruder out. When he opens them again, there's a distinct chill in the air, and everyone has taken a step back from him.

He doesn't need to look in a mirror to know that his eyes are a ghostly green.

Fuck.

"You should be dead," Danny tells Sensei. His voice has this unearthly echo too it, laired in a way that tells everybody he's got just as much power as the man sitting in front of them. There's a sense of danger coming from from him, but it's directed at Sensei. His protective aura washes over the League, wanting to keep them from this battle for their own safety.

He takes a deep breath in, and lets his transformation take place. As he does so, it's like a little piece to the puzzle has unlocked itself.

Years ago-nearly a hundred years ago now-Clockwork had told Danny about a man named Shigaraki. About how he's cheated death time and time again, and how he will continue to do so. Danny had asked if he needed to go and stop him, and Clockwork had said it wasn't the right time.

With the man right in front of him, Danny can't think of a better opportunity.

The League steps back and braces for battle, and as much as Danny understands, it doesn't mean it doesn't hurt.

"I'm sorry for lying to you all," he tells them. "But for what it's worth, I truly do consider you to be friends."

Without anymore fanfare, Danny launches himself at All for One.

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It's a long battle that takes down most of this mysterious warehouse they're in, as well as several of the nomus.

Danny pulls himself out of the rubble, stumbling as he does so. he's heavily injured, and ectoplasm is leaking out of him at an alarming rate, but dying is quite possibly the least of his worries.

During the fight, the League had tried to help, but it seems as though All for One wanted Danny to himself. He had protected them from AfO for as long as he could, but in the end Kurogiri was forced to take everyone away.

They would never trust him again. They would never want to be around him again. Danny should be okay with that because they're villains and he's a hero but he knows deep down that it's far more complicated than the black and white world most people want to believe in. Just because they're villains doesn't mean they're inherently bad people.

All for One is gone. Died and ended, with no hopes of ever coming back as a ghost, but in doing so he pushed away his friends. This little family he's found himself in.

There are helicopters and news anchors and paramedics and whatnot, and it's all too loud, too much, and it nearly overwhelms him.

So he disappears.

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He doesn't want to go home to his lonely apartment so he doesn't. He can't call anybody or tell anybody because this is off the record and confidential to the nth level. So he goes to the one safe place he can think of.

Floating into the bar, he's not surprised to see it abandoned. Everything is still there, left behind by the previous owners, but nobody's there to greet him like usual.

It's fine. Danny expected this.

He didn't expect the ache in his core to come with it though.

He goes through the motions of hunting down a half decent first aid kit and gets to work, dumping alcohol on his wounds and sewing them up with practiced precision.

He's about halfway through with a particularly nasty gash on his arm when Kurogiri's portal opens in the middle of the bar, and the League steps out.

They look pissed, and Danny can't blame them. If he were them, he'd be pissed too. But now that his secret is out, he can finally do something he's been itching to do for months.

He ties off the stitches and wipes it down with a relatively clean rag before stepping up to Kurogiri. Everybody tenses, but with a nod from Kurogiri, they don't attack.

Danny transforms once more, and places his hands inside of Kurogiri's chest.

With his experience, it only takes a couple of minutes to separate the two. He pulls this purple, pulsing blob out of the host, and without anything to feed on, it dissipates.

Who's left is a man with clouds for hair and a bandage over his nose.

"i-I'm me again," he says, almost in awe.

"Took me a while to figure it out since I was undercover, but I figured that might help you out. Having a parasite forcibly put into your body like that can't exactly be good for your health."

"Thank you. Name's Oboro Shirakumo. Legally dead, I guess."

"Well, that makes two of us, I suppose."

"What do you mean? You're a daylight hero at the top of the charts, there's no way you're dead!"

Danny gives Toga a small, sad smile.

"Phantom is a daylight hero. Fenton, though...He's been legally dead for nearly a hundred years."

It takes a while to explain the accident and his growing up quirkless, but in the end, the League doesn't kill him. Maybe because they know it won't do them much good. But by the time he's done, he gives them an opportunity.

"Listen, I know things are complicated now, but...I've got a big house with more than enough rooms for everybody if you need a place to stay."

Wordlessly, the League looks to Shigaraki, who mulls over it for quite some time before shrugging.

"As long as it's better than this dump."

Danny can't help but give a relieved grin.

"Let's go home, then."

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