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gothy-froggy · 6 months

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My Commitment To You

Sub!Buggy x Fem!Reader

Summary: it’s been months since Buggy has seen his love. He makes it on land where his girl lives at to see her again. He’s been craving her touch since he left, he can’t wait to feel her warmth again.

Warnings: smut, submissiveness Buggy, Buggy eating reader out (implied), riding (from reader), making out, fluff, taking care of Buggy, Buggy having slight insecurities, not proofread, officially second smut fic; WOO!

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One leg quickly moved side to side. One hand tapping repeatedly. The clown dozed off into space as he sat on his throne. All he could focus on was his lady. Her voice, her warmth, her love, her laugh. All of it. He leg continued to anxiously lean side to side.

“Captain?”

His eyes swiftly locked onto the source of the noise. Cabaji was standing in front of him with slight concern blanketed on his face.

“Is everything, alright?”

Buggy’s signature grin slowly crept on his face. His head left his hand that supported his cheek, tilting to the other side.

“Why wouldn’t it be? We’ll be there soon, right?”

“We’re boarding the dock right now.”

His eyes lit up by this information. He hid his excitement and got off his small throne.

“Why didn’t you tell me that sooner?” Buggy passed Cabaji, walking out to the deck.

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There she was. Waiting at the dock for him as always. Just looking at her made his mind run. Buggy hopped down onto the dock with a wide smile, walking up to her. As her smile grew she met him halfway, wrapped her arms around his neck. His arms securing her by the waist and lifted her up with a spin.

Her head tilted to the side, pressing a sweet kiss on his lips.

“Welcome back, Captain.” Her scent just get like home. He let her down, eyes slightly widen from an unexpected kiss on the cheek.

“How’s the land treating you, baby?” He questioned as his love linked arms with him, walking back to her house.

“Oh, same as always. Just taking care of my parents until my sister is back. Then I can come back to sea with you.” She smiled, glancing up in his direction.

“How is the sea treating you?”

“Well do I have a story for you!” Buggy pulled on her hand and brought it to his lips, kissing the back of her soft hand.

Honestly, he always hated how awkward they get in the beginning from not seeing each other for a while. But he loves it because it makes him fall harder for her all over again, as if they just met again.

Buggy shed his jacket, tossing it on a nearby furniture as he finished up his story. He flopped into the chair, letting his arms hung low over the edge.

She walked up and took his captain hat off, kissing his forehead.

“Sounds quite the trip, hun.” She lightly chuckled, placing the hat on top of his jacket. The kiss was so small yet affected him so much. Buggy’s breaths got a little shallow after.

Fuck.

He just wanted a nice moment with his lady. He wished that he didn’t have the urge to sleep with her as soon as he’s with her. Don’t get him wrong, he loves it, but there’s a place in the back of his mind that sprinkles negativity.

She thinks you’re using her

She thinks you don’t really love her

She can find someone much better. More attractive

As his love walks back over with a bottle of rum, he places a hand on her hip, gently pulling her in. His pleading eyes looking up into hers. Buggy rubbed her hip with his thumb.

“Baby…” Buggy breathed out. A hand reaching his cheek, his breath hitched. He held on her arms as he opened his mouth to speak.

“My love…please.” Buggy begged, hands placed on her hips, looking up at her with his pleading eyes. The red paint for his smile transferred onto her clothes. He grips on her hips once more.

“I need you…” Buggy breathed out. His eyes closing when his lover’s fingers ran through his hair. Her hand traveling to his jaw and tilted his chin up. His puppy eyes staring right into hers.

“Missed me?” She took a step back, making Buggy scramble over, gripping their clothed thighs, his knees hitting the floor as he looked up at her. He knew this always work on her.

“Yes,” Buggy mumbled.

“Oh, perhaps I should take care of you.” His eyes shooting up at her, filled with eagerness. He was desperate, starved for the touch, craving for the love and care she pour into each touch for him.

He needed more of it.

He needed all of it.

Buggy cracked a smile once he heard her laugh. She placed a gentle hand on his head as he began to walk off.

“Come on hun.”

He didn’t waste any time. Buggy caught up with her and wrapped an arm around her waist. He left a trail of kisses over her shoulder. A sudden shove against the nearby wall in the bedroom startled her. Buggy was always a bit pushy coming back from his adventures. His wet and desperate kisses covered her mouth and neck.

“Buggy-” She muttered, taking ahold of his shoulders and lightly pushing him back. She pressed her forehead against his.

“Let me take care of you, ok?” She convinced Buggy to take a few steps back, pushing and falling onto the bed with him.

His eyes followed her hands as she loosened his clothes. She nipped and kissed around his collarbone, moving up to his neck to leave a deep bruise. Buggy didn’t seem to mind. Not in the moment at least.

He let out a whimper from a bite that was a bit too rough for the mood. He opened his eyes, watching her paint her work of art over his body. He never understood how he found such an angel to care, love and lust over him.

“Love,”

He choked out as she removed the rest of his clothes. Buggy had already forgotten what he was going to say. All he could do was watch her shed what he calls “unnecessary coverage.”

The clown’s heart beat faster the more she crawled on top of him. His hands placed at her thighs, slowly moving up to her hips. An expression of pouting formed on his face as she let out a soft chuckle.

“What?” He questioned. The insecurities started to seep their way back inside his head. He could boil over any second.

“I just adore the look on your face.” She whispered, pressing a kiss on the corner of his lips. Buggy let out a huff and turned to face away.

“You always say that-” His own hiss and his sudden head turn back interrupted him. It felt like he couldn’t speak, only letting out a groan by the warmth from his lover. Bliss, satisfaction yet desperation ran through his body and mind just by his lover sinking in and merging with him.

Grip loosen from the surprise, grip tightening from enthusiasm and anticipation. Buggy has had his shares with others, but they were nothing like this. And for some reason, it surprises him every time. There was no roughness. No fast pace.

She was slow, caring, loving. She poured her soul into these nights every time. For some reason, it catches Buggy off guard still till this day. Her slow yet consistent pace forced the repressed moans to slip out. His hands remained on her hips, occasionally trailing down to her behind. Only for her to move it back up.

“You’ll have your chance.” She promised to him. Buggy gave her a small nod that was barely noticeable. His eyes were either on her, watching her become engulfed by pleasure herself, or his eyes dozing off behind his closed eyelids. Moaning out her name and a couple of pet names, Buggy’s mind was blank.

When has he ever felt like this? Not just the pleasure and lust, but being loved? Cared for? When has felt like he could trust someone like he trusts his lover? The vulnerability, trusting someone and letting his guard down as much as he does with her was something he can’t confirm he had felt in the past with any other. The overwhelming feeling of joy hasn’t just got Buggy’s attention. Oh no, he’s addicted. But Buggy wasn’t just addicted to the feeling. He was addicted to his love. As she quicken the pace a little, Buggy’s eyes started to roll back as he let out a choke.

He then remembered when they first met.

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“Hello there, welcome to this very forgettable bar, how may I be of service?” The obvious slightly annoyed woman asked.

Buggy and his freaks had sat down a moment ago. Other customers clearly in distress by their presence.

Buggy looked passed his shoulder at the waitress, slowly turning in her direction with his cocky grin.

“Do you know, who I am?”

“Buggy the Clown? Buggy the Immortal? Buggy h the flashy Fool? Buggy the Genius Jester? Yes I know who you are. What drink would you like?” She wore that clearly forced smile as a restraint. He liked it.

“Have a drink with us.”

“In my shift, I can’t.”

The clown pirate shrugged his shoulders, ordering rum and a few drinks along with his freaks. Once she had placed down his drink, he grabbed her wrist.

“Drink.” He repeated his request. She gave him an unamused expression.

“Drink or,” He leaned in with a sinister smile.

“I might have to have a talk with your boss.”

She thought for a bit while looking into his eyes. She snatched the berries out of his hand.

“I’ll see what I can do.” She walked back.

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That was three years ago.

Buggy was now sweaty, becoming a moaning mess as he couldn’t hold back no longer. His lover stopping from his release, bending down to place a kiss on his lips.

“Do you have enough energy to get up? I’ll do your hair.” She softly spoke to him through a few pants that matched his.

“Uh huh,” a breathy confirmation was all he could make out. She helped him sit up before leaving to start a nice warm bath for him. Buggy let out a sigh of relief as he sunk into the bathtub. She smirked as she took his bandana off, letting his long, blue hair fall down.

She used a cup to soak his hair, scattered his scalp while shampooing his hair. His hun of satisfaction and relaxation. He closed his eyes, leaning into her touch.

“Needed this..” He murmured. She smiled, guiding the water to wash the shampoo out with her hand.

“I can tell. You don’t always need sex, you know?” She started to comb through his hair after letting some conditioner in. She made sure not to hurt him the best she could. Buggy looked up at her as she moved to washing his body.

“You ok?” She asked with a small chuckle. He let out a hum. He was getting tired. She’s surprised he made it this far. She grabbed a rag, starting to get rid of his faded makeup. Typically Buggy forms a grumpy look on his face or protest a bit. He didn’t this time.

She smiled, knowing she’s earning more and more of his trust. Buggy opened his eyes to look at her, a soft smile on his face.

“Hey.”

“Hi.”

His tired eyes were so soft. He had completely relaxed and opened up to her. He let her braid his hair, placing a kiss on his temple and fixing his shirt. Buggy got up and wrapped his arms around her waist from behind, resting his chin on her shoulder.

“You really do somethin’ to me, ya know that?” Buggy attempted to talk in his persona for the public, but failed. He pulled her into bed, cuddling up and nuzzling into her neck.

“I don’t think…you understand. How much you’ve done for me.” He started, muttering into her neck. He whispered her name, moving away from her neck.

“I am truly committed to you.” Buggy placed a kiss on her lips.

But he didn’t stop there. Buggy moved down to her neck, collarbone, and chest. He continued to move down.

“Hey- wait,” She started, looking down at Buggy.

“What happened to being tired?” She held back a moan from his bites on her thighs. Buggy lifted his head from between her legs, letting his tongue come back to his mouth. His grin growing back on his face, full of mischief.

“What? Can’t give back to my lady?” He laughed.

Of course he wasn’t finished for the night.

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“Captain,” Cabaji greeted him as he walked back to the ship. He noticed the small smirk on his face from the kiss goodbye from his girlfriend. As Buggy hopped back onto the ship, Cabaji noticed the big hickey on his next.

“Captain, your…neck-” A hand flew over his mouth.

“Don’t you mention it!” Buggy whisper-yelled to Cabaji, using his other hand to hide the hickey.

Cabaji just nod, holding back a small laugh. He didn’t know a woman could have him in a chokehold this badly.

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Note: I literally had to get this out of my mind and post it omg. It was driving me insane. So yeah just a little something to warm up my writing skills again :)

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elvesandlanterns · 1 year

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Pretty sure we’ve all seen the post ( if you know the one please help me! And put it in the comments :) of Jason getting invited to Jokers trial in the Ghost zone right?

And all those the batfam find out what Tim went through fanfics.

Well how about…

Tim being invited to stand witness for the trial of Ras Al Ghoul?

And that’s how everyone finds out about it. His missing spleen all of it. Not because they were clever detectives or an aware family or because Tim choose to tell them but because of fucking ghost law.

Also Tim playing up the trauma as much as possible for the jury and judge (Danny) to absolute horror of his family. XD

Oh also maybe Damian’s clones get invited I always felt kinda bad for them. But not Damian himself- he’d be so mad lol

#danny phantom #batman #justice league #dc x dp #dp x dc #writing inspiration #fanfic prompt #fan fic ideas #tim needs more love #tim deserves more love #tim has secrets #tim angst #batfamily

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nostalgicish · 3 months

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thinking abt fic ideas as someone who can’t write is painful…. like. i’m obsessed w modern aus rn

(i have a few mutuals that write so if you guys wanna……….. 👀 take inspiration from this…… 👀 tag me so i can read it !!)

Lance and Hunk work at a library and like to people watch, guessing what genres they like to read. a grunge/punk guy with the worst RBF walks in and they’re really surprised to see he’s checking out classic romance literature.

idk something with public transportation? like they take the same train/bus/subway every day but they never actually talk— just eyes that meet occasionally and a polite smile but nothing more. until one day, the other guy just.. stops showing up? and Lance is pretty bummed but what can he do? (and then he sees a familiar mop of black hair at the grocery store or a café or something and is like “!! it’s you!!”)

The trio go out to see the next installment of their favorite movie series, but Lance keeps sneaking out of the theater to buy more snacks (and definitely not to talk to the hot guy running the concession stand)

Keith works at a convenience store/gas station and this tall, beautiful man comes in occasionally, but no matter what he buys, he always always always gets a bag of candy that just so happens to be Keith’s favorite too— he always has a bag at his station so he can snack on it throughout his shift. One day, the man is in line without the candy and he honestly looks like shit— he’s definitely not his usual, happy self. Keith asks about the candy. The man replies, “Oh, i couldn’t find any today... You guys must be out.” So Keith gives him a bag from his stash. “You look like you need it more than me.”

Lance goes to the campus library to check out books for his literature class, but every single time, without fail, someone else has taken the last copy. “What do you mean someone else checked out the last copy?? Who??” “That guy.” *insert Keith* (it would be funnier if Keith isn’t even reading them for class, he’s just reading classic literature for funsies)

Lance checks out a novel from the library and there’s an envelope inside with a name written neatly on the front of it. it looks like it’s important so he resolves to find and return the envelope to K. Kogane, whoever that is (another library one?? yeah sorry idc i love public libraries and books and love stories . sue me.)

Keith is a barber/hairdresser and Lance’s regular stylist isn’t available so he’s stuck with Keith -OR- Lance takes his nephew to get his hair cut and Keith looks kinda scary but he’s actually?? really good with kids?? (insert mullet joke here)

Keith meets Pidge’s friends from a different class. Keith is super into Pidge’s hot, tall friend but is discouraged from acting on it because he’s constantly glued to Hunk’s side and making comments like “this is why I love you, Hunky” and (wrongfully) assumes they’re dating (but Lance is just that kind of guy! yk! he says “ily” to his friends all the time!)

bartender Keith is so good but think abt bartender Lance……… yeah….. need i say more??

#ao3 #fan fiction #fan fic ideas #klance #voltron #vld #keith kogane #lance mcclain #lol #blorbo #blorbo from my shows #klance fic #seriously though #if you guys write abt any of these i want to know

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thoughtsandbones · 7 months

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Ongoing series:

Simon 'Ghost' Riley x F!MedicDoc OC (codename: Blue) 💀💙

It's been a long time

"Imagine they're just about freezing right now..."

Something familiar is in the air

A not so forgotten history

All wounds take time to heal

Our fellow hidden humorous

Take your time, then take your shot

If eyes could kill

Revelations and Misconceptions

It all catches up with you

Time for Tea?

Bubbling to the surface, slowly but surely

An ex-citing surprise

Uncertainty comes between us

Within the field of danger

The flesh you thread between my blood and bones slows down the pendulum of death

The dots that begin to align

Doth thy demons dwelleth in the darkness too, my belov'd Reaper?

Kyle 'Gaz" Garrick x F! Black OC (Clarissa Edwards)

The way you ease my trepidation

Simon 'Ghost' Riley x Reader

Between your hands, I open

Beneath the stars, wonder consumes us

A cranium full of tea and coffee

Happy Reading Folks! :D

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cool-abed-filmz · 2 months

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someone should write a fic or lisa’s soul inbetween her death and coming back to life , she reunites with her mom and tells her about victor / the creature and their plan

#lisa frankenstein #lisa frankenstein spoilers #lisa swallows #fan fic ideas #it would be so bitter sweet #cuz she finally is reunited with her mother #but it’s for a short time because victor is going to revive her soon #but she wants to tell her mom about how great he is and she can’t wait to see her again #and how she’s not scared of death anymore #and how much she misses her #and how confident she feels now #and how she can’t wait for her to meet victor whenever they die for the second time #after living a full life together #and her mom tells her she’ll be waiting for her #owen rambles

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pretendfan · 3 months

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I guess I’m invested in Jake now because some writing is happening for an idea, a short thing (I promise) which is both ridiculous and cute because I LOVE idiots in love….

#jake peralta #andy samberg #b99 #fan fic ideas #jake peralta x reader #i’m here

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scarlet-scare · 3 days

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Chat do we fuck with this before I start writing?(I already started writing)

And if so I need name ideas for this mystery kid

#hannibal #nbc hannibal #hannigram #will graham #hannibal lecter #hannibal fanfiction #fanfic #fan fic ideas #hannibal fic

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creative-author · 24 days

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Is Mals Bike still on the isle?

I mean, in D2 she puts magic on it so she can enter the isle but she leaves with the others.

Someone probably stole it already and doesn't know they were able to leave the hole time.

Same goes with the Bikes in D3. Harry tells Jay, the crashed them, not knowing they could leave with them. (In my story, not every bike crashes but they forget about the magic in a hurry)

So, this has potential for a fanfic too! Some poor VK finds Mals Bike (or maybe repairs their own with parts of the D3 bikes) and eventually finds out, they can leave the isle.

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shiorimakibawrites · 17 days

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Idea: Keeping Secrets

Matt is out of control.

Or maybe some part of me found that WIPs, both ongoing and upcoming, was an uneven number . . . but I'm blaming Matt.

Working Title: Keeping Secrets Overall Rating: 18+ Pairing: Matt Murdock x Fem! Reader Genre: Slow Burn Romance, Hurt/Comfort Angst, Murder Mystery, Legal Drama Time Frame: Post Daredevil Season 2 Working Summary: Your new boss Matt Murdock is rather mysterious. He regularly shows up to work with mysterious injuries. He isn’t speaking to his oldest friend. And a thousand other little things that all say Murdock is keeping secrets. Big secrets. But that’s okay. Because you have some big secrets of your own. Not least of which is your interview wasn’t the first time you had meet Matt. Series Warnings (Subject to Change): Secret child, referenced domestic violence, referenced sexual assault, referenced child abuse, canon-typical violence, murder, eventual explicit sex, legal inaccuracies Current Status: UPCOMING, in the planning stages Title Inspiration: keeping secrets is a tricky business.

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nae2raw · 8 months

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rock lee is so underrated idk why ppl don’t write for him but write for sasuke and kakashi 😒. anyways can y’all recommend me rock lee fan fics tyyy 😚 ( even better if it’s a black reader )

#rock lee #rock lee x reader #black reader #naruto #fiction #anime #underrated #sasuke uchiha #naruto uzumaki #might guy #fan fic stuff #wattpad #black tumblr #fanfic #fantasy #fan fic ideas #kakashi hatake

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frankencanon · 7 months

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I think it'd be funny if we made Kakashi even younger.

Can you imagine Naruto, Sasuke, and Sakura finding out that Kakashi is only a handful of years older than them?!

I mean, with how little we see of his face it's extremely difficult to tell how old he is...

It was one thing when he was prepubescent and short with an unbroken voice, but once his voice dropped and he reached an average adult height... How would anyone be able to tell?

He's strong, highly ranked, mature for his age, and the proper height for an adult with an adult voice. Anyone who didn't already know his age would be liable to mistakenly assume he's older than he actually is, especially with the grey hair.

And it's not like it's out of the realm of possibility for a teenager to be a jounin sensei—take Minato, for example. He was, what, seventeen? And as talented as Minato was, he's nothing compared to Kakashi when it comes to rising through the ranks at a young age.

I'm pretty sure Kakashi broke literally every record there was when it came to "youngest ever [blank]". Academy student, genin, chūnin, jōnin, ANBU, ANBU Captain... Sure, Itachi eventually beat him in one or two of those, but at the time Kakashi was the sole record-holder; There'd never been anyone like him before.

If we just modify Kakashi's already contradictory timeline... Unimportant info below about the details for just how this could potentially work in canon!!

—WAIT. FORGET ALL THAT.

If you want to read my calculations as to how this could canonically work you may direct your attention below, however I have just come up with a far better and far simpler and also quite possibly both funnier and sadder idea:

Time-travel, but not in any way you're thinking...

Most people assume the reason why they didn't hear much of Kakashi's exploits over the years is because he was in ANBU and so everything was Top Secret and extremely covert...

But what if the real reason was because Kakashi had somehow been sent about a decade into the future? Hence explaining how he could be a teenager still when he was once the Yondaime's student.

Also possible: Kakashi was somehow held in stasis for the past decade—sealed, perhaps? Trapped? Or maybe the work of a foreign shinobi's jutsu (kekkei genkai?) that took about a decade or so to break/deactivate...

Or, my personal favorite:

He was investigating the Uzushiogakure ruins and got caught in one of their defensive seals — one that would seal him for a maximum of ten years, with the intention of giving Uzushio shinobi as much time as possible to deal with whatever intruder(s) got caught in the trap.

Without Kushina or Minato or any other Uzumaki seal experts however, deactivating the seal would be basically impossible — luckily, the seal was set up so that once time ran out Kakashi would be automatically released.

And he was! Ten years later, with little baby Naruto all grown up and almost ready to be placed on a genin team — his genin team.

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AFFOREMENTIONED DUMB CALCULATIONS FOR HOW THIS COULD POTENTIALLY FIT INTO THE CANONICAL TIMELINE BELOW 👇

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It's probably boring!! You don't have to read it!!

⚠️ You have been warned!! ⚠️

(It's mostly just me brainstorming, honestly...)

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Genin at five, chūnin at six... Then he stalls at chūnin for a while before eventually advancing to jōnin at twelve (wherein Obito "dies").

He's approximately thirteen when Rin is killed leading to him joining ANBU, and then fourteen when Naruto is born and the Kyūbi is unleashed on the village, causing Minato and Kushina to sacrifice themselves.

In canon, he is then twenty-six years old when he becomes Team 7's jōnin sensei...

For starters, I vote we cut those six years of chūnin limbo before Kakashi becomes jōnin, dropping him to about twenty-or-so.

Then again, this is fanfic—who cares about canon timelines?

If we put him on the hyper-speed fast-track...

4: Academy student

5: Genin

6: Chūnin

7. Jōnin (Obito dies)

8. ANBU (Rin dies)

9. Naruto's birth (Minato & Kushina die)

Is this ridiculous? Yes! But who cares?

9+12=21

Hm... That's not right.

Alright, this is getting a bit annoyingly complicated.

Even if I downgrade Naruto to eleven (because for a long time I was convinced for some reason that Naruto was eleven while the rest of his peers were twelve, and I still have absolutely no clue where I got that idea from) that would still make Kakashi about twenty. Hm...

Ugh, I'll figure this out later. Can't we just hand-wave it?

—No wait, I have an idea:

While modifying his canon timeline to make him younger is a hassle and a half, the fact remains that until we saw Kakashi Gaiden we didn't actually have any details on his backstory...

In other words? The beginning of the series managed just fine without it, so why don't we just throw it out entirely?

Afterall, this fic is about jōnin-sensei Kakashi—the details of his traumatic childhood are irrelevant, and it's not like early fans had that information to work with anyway.

Naruto is canonically younger than Sasuke (who was a baby during the Kyūbi attack) so we shall put him at eleven to give us some leeway.

Now let's say we wanted to make Kakashi somewhere around sixteen to eighteen during canon—that would require him to be five to seven years old when Minato dies.

Now let's compress his timeline some more:

Considering the Konoha 9 all attended the very first chūnin exams after they graduated, I don't see any reason why Kakashi couldn't do the same—and unlike them he's a prodigy so it's basically guaranteed that he'd pass. (And that's assuming he didn't get a field promotion...)

Give him up to a year to become jōnin, and then have him join ANBU almost immediately after.

Some months later, Naruto is born and the Yondaime dies.

To compress it further, I am making his graduation even more ridiculous:

Academy student at three, genin and then chūnin at four, jōnin and ANBU at five. God, can you imagine a five-year-old ANBU? That'd be terrifying. Naruto is born around the time he turns six, and eleven years later Kakashi passes a genin team for the first time and is made a jōnin-sensei at seventeen, just like Minato-sensei was.

It'll take Team 7 a while to realize that, however.

...WAIT A MINUTE.***

Why am I even bothering to promote him prior to Minato's death? Am I, perhaps, an idiot?

Minato becomes his sensei as soon as he graduates to genin at five years old, but before that Kakashi spent a lot of time as his apprentice and they bonded. Shortly after Team 7 is formed the Kyūbi attack happens and Minato dies — the how doesn't matter, so don't worry about it.

The war is over so instead of Kannabi Bridge they go on some other dangerous mission with the same results, except this time the reason Minato isn't there is because he's dead.

They send some other inadequate chūnin or jōnin in his place, but they promptly get killed early on in the mission, perhaps at the same time that Rin gets kidnapped.

Kakashi is chūnin at this point so he naturally takes charge, despite being a five or six year old and Obito being — I don't know, twelve? Significantly older.

Obito dies, then Rin, and this time it's the stupid Sandaime that sticks Kakashi in ANBU like he's an annoying unwanted child that he wants to keep out of sight and thoroughly occupied — at least, until he needs a jōnin sensei for the Kyūbi's Jinchūriki and the Last Uchiha...

So, final version:

Five years old when Minato dies and Naruto is born, and about five or six years old when Obito and Rin die and Kakashi gets stuck in ANBU, followed by eleven years of Naruto growing up while Kakashi's in ANBU makes him... About sixteen to seventeen years old when Kakashi becomes Team 7's jōnin sensei.

To Kakashi, this feels almost poetic. (Same age as Minato-sensei was...)

#hatake kakashi #kakashi hatake #kakashi sensei #kakashi #naruto #team 7 #au #naruto au #fanfic idea #fanfic prompt #fan fic ideas #fanfiction ideas #fanfiction prompts #fan fiction idea #naruto fic #naruto fanfiction #kakashi fanfiction #kakashi fic #kakashi gaiden

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gothy-froggy · 6 months

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Y/n: And then I'm bussin' 21 times on his nose

Y/n: *👁️👁️ at Buggy*

Buggy: …

Buggy: …w h a t ?

#fan fic writing #fan fic ideas #one piece #buggy one piece #buggy the pirate #buggy the flashy fool #buggy the clown #buggy the genius jester #one piece buggy #live action buggy the clown #buggy d clown #buggy d clown x reader #buggy x y/n #incorrect quotes

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ultra-phthalo · 4 days

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Transformers Fic Note:

I like the idea that when first placing a human 'spark' into a cybertronian body that the human might treat their body more as a tool than a new aspect of themselves that should be cared for. The way a human tries puzzling out their new abilities and limitations standing out as strange and maybe even a little impressive to on looking cybertronians. If not a little terrifying to witness. Example: Jet mode purposely flying into the ground and using parts of their body as though they were rudders. Taking tight turns and making clouds of smoke in the process. Or a having a seeker that actually likes tight spaces.

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she-posts-nerdy-stuff · 7 months

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I recently mentioned that I had a fic idea about Helnik and I had a teeny bit of interest in it, so I was thinking about sharing it with you guys. However, I have never written fanfiction before and this isn’t a project that I’ve already done it’s just something I’ve been thinking about so I want to test the water and see if you guys would enjoy it if I properly planned something out and shared it on here. So basically I’ve written a little sample to see what you guys think, and if this post does well then I’ll start looking into getting something properly together! Hope you enjoy :)

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Concept: Post-Crooked Kingdom Nina has returned to Ravka before moving on to Fjerda. Her powers are causing her to have frequent, uncontrollable visual and auditory hallucinations of Matthias and because of this combined with her general grieving state, Genya and Zoya don’t think is safe to let her go to Fjerda.

Sample:

Someone had left the blinds open. Sunlight was leaking through the panes, dancing impatiently across Nina’s eyelids as they slowly forced her awake. She groaned, still heavy from her dream, and threw an arm over her face to hide from the light.

On the other side of the bed, someone laughed softly.

“This might be the earliest I’ve seen you wake up,”

“Well if you’re awake already then can you close the damn curtains? At least one of us should sleep to a reasonable hour,”

“And you call yourself a soldier,”

Nina groaned again, rolling away from Matthias to bury her face in her pillow.

She had to admit, it was a good feeling to wake up with him - even if it was at dawn and she’d rather still be sleeping. She’d been having a strange dream, mind, but she couldn’t quite remember what it was. Yet she knew she wanted to fall back to sleep with a very different dream.

“What time is it?” she mumbled into the cushions.

“A little after seven bells,”

“Saints, how disgusting,”

Nina sighed, in a mixture of content and tiredness. The luxury of the Little Palace was a mostly welcome change from crawling in next to Matthias in the tomb at Black Veil - or even of the hotel room at the Geldrenner. They’d shared a sofa, so close to each other; limbs entangled, his chest against her back so she could feel his heart beating. A steady rhythm, no matter what he was feeling. The big bed here was more comfortable, but the closeness felt like an aching absence, as though the few feet between them spanned for miles. She reached out behind her and found something soft that she decided was his arm.

“Come closer,” she whispered, and she imagined the way he’d smile.

He would press her fingers to his lips and she would roll over to face him. She’d reach out and touch his cheek, and he would catch her hands in his.

“Witch,”

“Barbarian,”

“Little red bird,” he would say, just before his lips met hers.

The sunlight would be warm and soft on their skin as they moved closer, as she felt his heart beating beneath her fingers.

But he hadn’t moved. He hadn’t come closer, or kissed her fingers, or touched his brushed his lips against hers. He had not gently pushed her hand down towards his wrist so their fingers could entwine.

“Matthias?”

Nina made the mistake of rolling over, and began to scream.

Nina scrambled backwards and tumbled off the edge of the empty bed, feeling the tears sting. She didn’t remember when she’d started to cry. The sunlight pierced her like daggers protruding from her skin, glinting amongst the sheets and mocking her with their blank folds. Matthias was, of course, not there. The memory of Nina’s dream hit her with full force.

It had not, of course, been a dream. And yet this was still a nightmare.

“Genya!” she screamed, because she could not be alone, she refused to be alone, the room could not remain empty, “Genya it happened again!”

She could not stop. She could not stop the winds that felt like touch, the sounds that felt like a voice, the distortion that felt like sight. She could not control when they came or when they went, and she could not control the mess she seemed to become in their absence. In his absence.

She was numbly aware of Genya’s hands on her arms, brushing her hair from her face, coaxing her off the floor. At some point she realised she was no longer in her room, but in someone’s office. Zoya’s office. Still in her night things.

Nina, that is, not Zoya. Zoya looked to have long been awake, her immaculate oil black hair and flawless skin existing to outshine Nina’s bed hair and unwashed face. The general stood in front of her desk, talking to Genya in hushed and harried tones. Nina did not know why they bothered to whisper; she hardly understood a word they said.

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