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bet-on-me-13 · 9 months

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Bank Security Guard Danny AU

So, the People of Gotham are extremely desensitized to Rouge Attacks at this point. It got to the point that whenever a person gets a job at the Bank, they have a whole 1 Hour Training Video on how to deal with a Rouge Attack right.

So, when they hire a New Security Guard from a lesser known Security Company, they don't even bother showing him the Training Video. They assume that he'll either Die or Drop them within a Week.

Danny, for the record, did not know how bad the Rouge problem truly was. All he knew was that some random guy in a Ski Mask had just walked into the bank like he owned the place and started showing off a Gun telling everybody to get on the ground.

Danny did the sensible thing and Knocked him the Fuck Out.

Then, the same thing happened the very next day, but this time it was an entire group of people. Danny had them dealt with before the first person had gotten to the floor.

Then the same thing happened the Same Day!

By the end of the week he had become a Legend among the Citizens of Gotham. There was only a single Bank in all of Gotham that had avoided being robbed for a Whole Week, and it was all because of this one Security Guard who was freakishly good at his Job.

By the end of the Month, most criminals don't even bother trying that Bank anymore. It got worse when he got loaned out as Security for another Bank, and the same thing happened again.

Eventually, he ends up rotating shifts in Every Bank in Gotham, and it becomes a Game for the Criminals to see if the Bank they try to Rob is the one Danny is in that night. And they can't even reasonably predict his next location, since he always moves around at Random!

No matter what Bank he is in, he always manages to beat the Crooks trying to Rob the Bank.

Then it gets weird. Due to a scheduling Mix Up, Danny ends up being scheduled for 2 different Banks on the same day, each across the city from the other.

One Bank reports that Danny stopped a gang from Robbing them at 6:00 PM, which really confuses the other Bank because Danny did the same thing in their Bank at the same time. Security Footage proves it, Danny was somehow in 2 places at once.

They decide not to confront him about it, but they do test a theory. They intentionally hire him at multiple different Banks at the same time for a week. He shows up to work every time without fail.

By now they have basically confirmed that he must be a Meta, but they don't really care anyways. Now he can protect multiple Banks at once with his usual perfect Efficiency, and he'll be payed accordingly as well. The Banks get protected well, and he gets payed Extreme Overtime by the Banks, everybody wins!

Well...except for the Crime Bosses of Gotham.

Before this, it was a Game for them to try and beat Danny. They didn't really care since a single Uber Competent Security Guard was still perfectly fine for business, sure they would fail a Job once in a while if they ran into him, but he could only be in 1 place at a time. It wasn't a Huge Loss.

But now it was too much. They needed to take care of him.

Assassination Attempts didn't work. He was just as competent Off the job as he was On it, so they could never get to him.

They tried attacking his Bosses, but then they hired themselves to protect...themselves. It was hard to kill his Bosses when he was constantly Bodyguarding all of them at once.

Attempts to get to him through his Family were...let's not talk about that...

It continued on like this for a while.

...

Soooo...I don't know how to end this one.

Go ahead and put your own spin on this Prompt! The basic idea is that Danny is using his Duplication Power to get to every shift on Time, and he is really annoying the Local Crime Bosses.

What do you think?

#Dp x dc #Dpxdc #Danny phantom #DC #Dcu #Security Guard Danny AU #Security Guard AU #Danny has Duplication Powers #Danny is way to competent for a Guard #I wonder what the Bat Fam would think of this?#Would they be glad that he is taking a load of work off of them?#Or would they be distrustful of a Powerful Meta in Gotham?#It's not like they can just ask him to leave #They Banks would riot #So would the people he saved #Maybe Ellie joins him on the Job?#Crooks: At least there's only one of them.#Ellie: Heya there!#Crook: What the f-!!!

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rayshippouuchiha · 11 days

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Had a Thought™ about KHR. (excuse spelling mistakes because I WILL be making them)

So the giglio Nero family canonically has the strongest skies right? Like this matrilineal family of Skies has, as far as we know, always held the strongest skies in existence. It doesn't matter who they have a kid with, their first kid is 1) always a girl (far as we know) 2) an insanely strong sky 3) has some type of foresight.

So my thought (story idea/premise IG). Nana is descended from this family in some probably convoluted distant way. This could explain her space cadet behavior. She is LITERALLY not mentally present in the, well present. But she's enough removed from the family line that what she's seeing is probably really confusing and has little resemblance to reality. Also, let's be honest, if you're seeing visions of an alternate or possible future existence and aren't aware what that is about? You probably think there's something wrong with you. To the point you probably instinctively disregard A LOT of things that would be odd or concerning because well, they don't make sense so are probably made up. (Nana basically taking masking to the extreme meaning she doesn't notice/pay attention to the Flame and Mafia stuff because nobody else around her notices/talks about it. So it's probably Not Real)

And then she meets Iemeitsu. Who let's be honest, also has something DEEPLY wrong with him. ( A sky with no guardians? When that's what they DO?! Something is wrong with him on a literal soul deep level.) But he just acts like a mildly eccentric goofy guy, who otherwise is Normal™. So Nana gets attached to him, because she sees something similar in him. And she ignores anything pretty obviously WRONG because well, it's not REAL is it? She's just seeing things again. Plus of course Iemeitsu can't act Normal™ all the time, SHE struggles with that and that's something else she feels they have in common. (Very much modeling the fact that neurodivergent people tend to gravitate towards each other, and ignore stuff that's 'not normal', because for them normal isn't a thing that exists.)

And then they have Tsuna. An insanely powerful Sky child (I think there's mention of him possibly being the future sky acrobaleno at some point? Might just be fanon tho) who from a pretty young age has Hyper-Intuition.

Nana probably assumes her son has inherited her problems regarding seeing non-existent things. She probably ignores the general weirdness of Iemeitsu bringing his boss home and her son changing entirely after the visit, because she can't figure out a logical reason for Tsuna to change, so OBVIOUSLY there can't be anything wrong there, he's just going through a growth spurt!

Tsuna gets bullied in school? Well, so did Nana growing up. The fact the teachers are in on it? Not outside her perception of reality, because that's just how people treat those who are different, who can't 'Act Normal ™'. The problem of course here is that this behavior was Normal™. She was gaslit into believing this was expected and tacitly encouraged by society.

But, there's that little part that's still a mother, and doesn't understand WHY people act like this, and SURELY it's NOT Normal™ for people to treat her son like this!? It can't be reality! Right?! So obviously it's something ELSE her brain is making up, so something she should ignore entirely!

It would take ..... A LOT to have her come to terms with the fact that all that stuff she was convinced wasn't really happening, and just something else her brain was lying to her about, is actually reality. She's closed herself into a teeny tiny box of what she considers reality and anything outside of that obviously ISN'T.

ohoho now this is an interesting take on Nana that I've never seen before and it's so fucking cool

#RayRambles #KHR #katekyo hitman reborn

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beelsbignaturals · 10 months

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What is the perfect birthday gift MC can give to the brothers, in your opinion?

🎂 BIRTHDAY DEMONS🎉

Lucifer hates surprises. Probably because anytime someone "surprises" him, it's almost always his brothers fucking shit up catastrophically. But… he does have a soft spot for you. If you are insisting on surprising him with something nice for his birthday just… promise you won't give him more gray hair, okay? Honestly, just keep it simple. Get the other six out of the house, set up a cute candlelit dinner, grab some demonus and you are all set! If you really want to go all out, that coveted factory tour to top it all off would be very much appreciated.

As much as Mammon would be so down to be a sugar baby… he really doesn't want you to spend your life's savings just to get him a gift. I mean, if it's from you, it's worth more than its weight in gold in his eyes. I think Mammon is the type to keep absolutely everything you give him. Tickets from when you went to the movies, a rock you found that you claim matches his eyes, one of those weird spider rings from an arcade. You get the point. He is absolutely whipped. So yeah, something nice would be cool. But he would treasure a handmade card or jewelry just as much, if not more. Simply because it's from you.

I think Leviathan would really appreciate something that ties in to one of his interests but isn't super obvious. Like, of course, everyone gets him Ruri Chan or TSL merch. But something from an anime he showed you once or twice means a lot to him but doesn't have a huge fan base? Levi would cry. Because it means you really do listen to his endless rambles. It's more about the fact you care, that you don't tune him out, rather than what the gift itself is.

Take Satan to a used bookstore. You can hold hands while walking through a maze of dubiously organized bookshelves, your pinkies linked together while you browse. Let the fourth born pick out a new book or two. If you want to be extra as hell (pun intended), go the extra mile and get him a cat plushie. Preferably with a green bow wrapped around its neck. It's a guarantee that you will soon find Satan and Catan curled up with a book and some tea. He won't let anyone else know it, but Catan is his most prized possession now.

Asmodeus would absolutely love something romantic. Maybe a simple locket. Heart-shaped and rose gold with a picture of the two of you inside. Preferably a photo where you guys look goofy. Perhaps from one of your spa nights, when you were covered in homemade face masks (that Beel had taste tested…) Or, if you want to go old school, a lock of your hair instead. Something that shows the love you feel for him, as opposed to lust.

This is 100% inspired by the Devilgram where Beelzebub teaches you how to snowboard, but.. I honestly think Beel would be the type of person who prefers an experience over a physical gift. And I'm sure the Devildom has some sort of magic ski resort that is always snowy. So why not spend a day snowboarding with Beel?! You can hit the slopes early and then grab some hot chocolate together, sitting inside by a fire until you can feel your fingers again. End the day with an impromptu snowball fight that leaves you breathless, the cold air stinging your lungs as you both collapse on the ground laughing.

I think Belphegor would appreciate something like one of those paintings of what the night sky looked like on an important date. Like maybe your birthday, or the day you first climbed the stairs to the attic, or your first date. Something like that. A gorgeous watercolor background with an exact chart of what the night sky looked like that day, a moment frozen in time. He would keep it right near his bed so it's the first thing he sees every morning. It makes getting up less awful.

#om! shall we date #obey me #obey me mc #obey me x reader #shrimp writes #obey me fanfic #obey me lucifer x reader #obey me mammon x reader #obey me levi x reader #obey me satan x reader #obey me asmo x reader #obey me beel x reader #obey me belphie x reader #obey me headcanons #request

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ganondoodle · 5 months

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im pretty sure i mentioned all these things before but its too late to start drawing anything and each time i see someone talk about totk i just get sad and frustrated again

literally by FAR the biggest problem about totk is that it REFUSES to connect to botw in any way beyond reusing the same map and character models, and even taking the things botw had established and ruin them entirely

ancient hero? BAM weird sonau dog thing that remains completely unexplained and out of nowhere eight heroine myster- BAM just some guy long gone sonau peopl- BAM here they are and they have zero connection to the ones of botw mystical dragons gracing the skies with their presence- BAM probably some dude who ate a magic pebble once strange mystical nature god you could rarely encounter in one specific spot and the area was made to feel utteraly unsettling but also divine- BAM now hes everywhere and only serves you as a shorthand for man pointing at cave the strange energy all shiekah tech was powered with with certain locations being ones where alot of it was concentrated including beneath hyrule castle clearly stating that somethings up with that- welp theres evil guy donw there but he has zero connection to all that lol

the whole shiekah tech thing, i just- WHY???? LIKE THAT??? there was so much stuff in botw that seemed deliberately placed that there IS more to it and now it all vanished and nothing of that mattered??? i saw a video of someone comparing certain places directly and on some where towers literally broke away tons of debris where just like .. sanded back down like nothing ever happened???; the fuking mechanism of how the towers and shrines and the pillars around the castle worked AND WHAT THE BOTW BOSS ARENA WAS ACTUALLY FOR?? its all gone and replaced with dirt; tHE ANCIENT FUCKING FURNANCES UTTERLY GONE AND REPLACED WITH ROCKS HUH???? so nothing of all that talk about their mystery and mechanism mattered???? the luminous stoens and its connection to spirits and how concentrated spiritual energy might have been what powered the tech- like you could connect things, and they made SENSE, so much sense that that seemed like it was intentionally setting up- only for it all to be just GONE?? to literally say lol it all vanished and that we shouldnt worry about it- like what the FUCK (and it also AGAIN doesnt make sense in itself bc WE SEE GUARDIAN PARTS in the towers, and some parts of them too are made of clearly shiekah tech stuff so it cant all have vanished- all their mystery doesnt matter bc idk it just works i guess lol and its not even called shiekah tech at any point either its just there and also not lol-)

(and even the smaller things like .. where the fuck does link live if everyone treats him like a goddamn stranger in the town you had to buy a house in botw for it to not be demolished and now that house is there but its not yours and noone knows you??? sth i personalyl found strange too that dumsda, the guy you help build an entire town, taburasa, had a very specific talking quirk i loved, and its all just gone in totk too, he talks like any other person all of the sudden

also at the end of botw finally being reunited with zelda and giving you the taste of being in the game WITH her at the same time in the intro to totk- WOOP away she goes! shes your pretty prize at the end and nothing more, what a way to disrespect her and her character..)

imagine if majoras mask didnt have the opening like it has and it otherwise stayed the same and they tried to tell you that its a direct sequel happening exactly where ocarina of time happened in the same world, zelda who?? ganondorf who??? things seem weird and off? lol dont worry about that :)) that would be weird and not make any sense at all now would it??

... sorry going on another rant again, ill just never be able to accept everything from botw didnt actually matter, and despite what some people might say, its pretty hard to ignore totk bc i LOVE botw, and as much as i hate it, they are connected in canon, even if it makes no sense

#ganondoodles talks #zelda #totk #ganondoodles rants #i know im jsut repeating myself at this point #but some things just #i CANNOT understand why they did it like this #where the hell did kashiwa go man #i miss that funky bird #was he too much associated with botw and so it had to be done away with bc all botw things BAD??#what i would have given for seeing the titans now enshrined as temples to honor their service and their champion #to have broken shiekah shrines in the depths #old research labs with unreadable text but clear hints to how they made the guardians cores #the yiga rediscovering their lost heritage #..#i could talk about so much stuff again and again but i have done that about most thigns already #this game grinds my gears #sand in the maschine #ouch urhg ack gah

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paintedstories · 11 months

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Hello can you do one were tom kaulitz meets a female version of himself. Like sleeping around and that??

I don't really think I got the idea of your ask. BUT I tried!!

You were at a club with some of your girlfriends sitting on a sofa while drinking and talking with a cute guy, perfect for the night.

When Tom walked in he instantly made eye contact with you.

Jaw drooped.

he never thought he'll see someone with a style as good as his, identical if he could say.

He needed to, no, he had to go up and talk with you.

maybe get in your pants.

didn't work as planned

you were flirty, not like other girls who would blush and stutter and all that shit.

you were arrogant, flirty, confident, and knew your way with words.

flabbergasted, no, astonished.

you didn't even bother to be cute or flirty.

you indeed were flirty, but it was natural with you.

exactly like him.

You two started talking, understanding, and laughing at all the jokes yall made

when both groups(yours and toms) saw that you two weren't just flirting.

but...talking?....like normal humans and not horny teenagers?

they knew something was up

then found out after they listened of you both conversating about some biches (guys and girls) and bout hats and clothes, songs, and making sex jokes and laughing like they were from the movie "The mask"

everyone was a little bit weirded out by you two being friends and not just fuck buddies.

started being friends from that night.

shopping together for clothes.

going to parks at night and smoking

scarring children in the park when it gets dark, and running from them before any parent would see you

going to shops dressed in pajamas while wearing ski masks just for the fun

being asked by the cashier who you two are

the woman would be fucking scared seeing ppl in ski masks.

you both pulling fake names out of your ass

" I'm king Alexander"

"And I'm Duchess Elisabeth with an S"

people who don't know Tom ask you both if you're together or siblings

"Were rocks"

"no how can she be my sibling, can't you see she's a dog? bark bich"

"Together? Bro, can't you see the difference?! he's fucking smelling like farts and I smell like roses"

then the play fighting starts and let's say it doesn't go unnoticed by the Tokio hotel members or your friends either.

walking to a shop?

stares

Walking to a club?

stares

They take you out in public because you two sometimes can't get told apart from behind.

people tend to say that you two are like soulmates.

At the end of the day, you two are just some kids who like to have fun and all that shi.

smoking and "smoking" together

Hi!!

sorry for the late answer.

I'm sorry if I didn't write what you actually wanted, I didn't know if you wanted it the be romantic or not so I did try to include only friendship.

If you want I could do a romantic version too!

btw If anyone wants to request, I will gladly do your ask

I write for SKZ TXT, Tokio Hotel and I'm open for anything tbh

of course here is the master list 📃

(the rules for txt, skz and TH are the same(and in the master list)

#tom kaulitz x reader #tom kaulitz #tokio hotel #tokio hotel fanfic #tokio hotel x reader #tokio hotel imagine #fyp #fanfic writer #request

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captain-mj · 1 year

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London Fog Latte

Y'all remember the Selkie coffeeshop au I promised??? First installment. I decided I'd rather get a short chapter out now than keep you guys waiting so here y'all go

Ghost let himself be dragged around by Jason into the coffee shop. It was named The Sealie Cafe.

What a weird fucking pun.

Ghost was an easy person. If it was up to him, he would’ve went to the same coffee shop he’s always went to and would continue going to that one until the day he died. However, it had changed… something. All of the tea and coffee, no matter what he got, tasted off. Not bad, off. Like they had changed suppliers or something.

For some reason, changing cafes entirely was much easier for him than having to adjust to the horrible change.

His friend, Jason, was talking to him, though it was a bit hard to make out his words. He spoke too fast and Ghost still felt really jet lagged. He had just come home for leave and this bastard had picked him up from the airport literally the night before. Before coming home, he had been in fucking Mexico and spent forever in a plane and he had woke him up at too fucking early o’clock to go to a coffee shop that would be open all day.

The inside of the coffee shop looked cozy. Rustic wood furniture, lots of windows to let in light, a menu that looked simplified but Ghost couldn’t put his thoughts together to read it. There was also a small display with little deserts and pastries and he considered eating for just a moment but nothing caught his fancy.

“They have earl gray tea.” Jason decided to help him out, noticing the way Ghost’s eyes unfocused every time he looked at the board with everything on it.

“Thanks.” He mumbled to Jason, not bothering to look at the menu any further. Ghost went to let Jason order for both of them before seeing the barista.

His nametag read Soap. Funny name. But that wasn’t where his focus was.

Soap looked gorgeous. He had a mohawk and gold earrings, studs with a matching hoop. No rings, probably due to his job, but he had black painted nails.

The gold was what got Ghost’s attention initially. They glittered gently as he moved, holding the light and almost glowing.

But then he focused on him a little more. Soap had the most striking blue eyes.

Ghost shoved Jason to the side. “One London Fog Latte and a White Mocha, please.” He caught Jason’s confusion before he put on a stupid smile.

“Of course, what’s the name?” Soap had a scottish accent. It was thick and added some gravel to his voice. Standing this close, Ghost could also see their height difference a little better. Soap wasn’t a small man, but when put next to Ghost, he didn’t look very tall at all. He had to lean back and look up so they could make eye contact.

“Ghost.”

“Just Ghost? That’s a funny name.” Soap teased him but wrote it on the cup. His smile didn’t quite reach his eyes, but he was working food service, Ghost couldn’t blame him. “I’ll have that right out to you.”

He felt his face heat up at the teasing but luckily he was wearing his ski mask. Blushing like an idiot in front of the hot barista would be embarrassing.

Jason tugged his sleeve and Ghost realized he needed to get out of line.

Soap had a smile on his face, this one seeming just a tad bit more genuine like he knew Ghost had gotten distracted by him.

Nevermind, this was already embarrassing.

He let Jason tug him away to a table.

“Knew you’d think he was hot.”

“And you didn’t warn me?? I would’ve tried to look nicer.” Ghost groaned and buried his face in his hands.

Jason took a moment to look at what Ghost was wearing. Dark jeans, white shirt, leather jacket, tons of rings and bracelets that glittered. Only skin showing was his hands and wrists.

“Dude, you literally don’t have nicer clothes than this.”

“Get fucked.” Ghost scoffed at him.

Jason laughed. “I mean I guess you could’ve taken off your mask.”

“Absolutely not.”

“Exactly! Not like you have to worry about having a bad hair day… do you even have hair under there?” Jason smiled at him, clearly teasing.

“Yes. I have hair. I refuse to shave it.” Ghost glanced over to Soap again. Soap swayed just a little as he made the drinks. He was captivating.

“Dude, you’re staring again.”

Ghost quickly looked back at Jason who was smiling.

“Is he single?”

“I don’t know man. Ask him.” Jason patted him encouragingly. Ghost stared at him, thinking of nothing he wanted less than to do that. If Soap wasn’t single, he’d have to kill himself expeditiously. He didn’t want anyone to have that guilt on their hands.

Soap actually brought their cups to the table, something that caught Ghost off guard since that wasn’t usually what baristas did. He smiled at Ghost immediately and set the cup in front of him. Jason’s drink just got set to the side.

Ghost grabbed the cup, not wanting to take his mask off to drink it in front of him. “Thank you.”

“Not a problem Ghost! Come back some time.” Soap winked and walked away.

Jason stared at Soap’s back as he walked away before glancing at Ghost. “I’ve never seen such blatant flirting before. How does it feel to be God’s favorite?”

Ghost blushed more. “I don’t know if that was flirting.”

“He winked.”

“Well, yeah, but maybe that’s just his personality.”

Jason stared at him before reaching for his drink.

Ghost went to take a sip of the latte before noticing the foam. It had been shaped like a heart with lavender buds on it. Lavender wasn’t unusual for Earl Grey drinks. Not unusual at all. But the piece of honey comb was, along with the way it had clearly been made to look cute. He felt himself blush more.

Before he had an opportunity to point it out, Jason had tilted his drink to him to show that he had, in fact, not gotten the special treatment.

“Dude is flirting with you so fucking hard man.”

“Okay, maybe he is.”

#johnny soap mactavish #john price #captain john price #ghostsoap #soapghost #simon ghost riley #soap cod #cod mw2 #ghost cod #call of duty #call of duty modern warfare #call of duty modern warfare ii #alejandro vargas #rodolfo parra #rodolfo cod #Selkie coffeeshop au

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chemicallady · 7 months

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I LOVE YOU TO DEATH BUT I'M DROWING

Part 1

Couple: Noah Sebastian x Fem Reader

Content Warning: talking about sex; bondage, possible heartbreak.

Summary: getting closer to Noah is like trying to give a quick look into an abyss; it's impossible not to fall down with all your certains.

And in the end, a firm decision must be make.

Taglist: @lilhobgobbler ; @aprosiacperson

A/N: no smut in this one, sorry for that but this is the last introduction chapter, I promise. I need to do more research on /the topic/ you will find out reading but I promise you this is the last slow chapter. From next one on, we all will be on fire 🔥

Thanks to all the kind souls who are reading my story. As usual, I don't know Noah, this is fictional and I respectfully don't want to offende anyone.

Maybe for someone, reader and noah could look a bit weird in comparison with many other ff; I love realism so those dialogues sounds 'possibile' in my head. As long as the situations.

Enjoy!

《 I was fantasising on binding you.》

Day off are so weird, sometimes. Becca and Mandy, the other two merch girls, bonded pretty quick and you feel a bit left behind when you woke up in the room you share with them and they weren't anywhere to be found. You can understand why they decided to spend their day off without you, to be honest. You all are I'm New York and due to the Blue Ridge Festival being last minute canceled, the entire crew gained two days off in the Big Apple. You're relieved from some aspects because that festival is HUGE and you don't like the idea of so many fans asking for t-shirt and ski mask for hours and hours under the sun. At the same time, you regret a little how you declined Steve invitation to organise a cozy dinner in his room with him, Mandy, Becca and Chris.

The reason of this decline is all Noah's fault.

Entirely.

《 Why are you looking at me like that?》

《 I was just thinking...》

《 C'mon. Spill the tea. I believe we have enough intimacy at this rate》.

Some kind of weird silence filled the elevator making the air heavy. Good job, y/n. You were able to create even more tensions between the two of you. More than then, this sarcasm is not helping. There is not such a thing as intimacy between the two of you.

Being fucked due to an excess of stamina before a gig is not like having a long walk in the nature, hands in hands.

It's rough and primal. Exciting but somehow dry. Emotionally dry, of course, because you feel nothing but wetness rethinking about all your encounters.

Noah is not answering and neither looking at you, and you have almost reached his floor. You take a long breath before speaking again. 《 I know I'm crossing some boundaries, but it's weird. We had some best buddies moments and them because I kissed you once, you stop talking to me and started to act pretty directly. 》

It's so frustrating being an extrovert who is trying to explain is feelings to an introvert who is actually not replying at all.

《 I mean, I really enjoy the fun time you give me, but it's not like I've pictured us.》

Oh that was too much. Why did you say that???

《 and I didn't actually pictured us. It was more like a chill situationship in my head because you gave me some vibes but-》

《 God dammit I was just fantasizing on binding you. That's it, y/n.》

The elevators doors open but you prevented him to escape the situation. 《 alright this is even weirder》, is you reply while you push the bottom to close the door again. And then the one to go back to the main hall. Your are not a shy person, at least not now. Not with the guy who apparently loves to fuck the shit out of you in front of a mirror. He blushes, try to say something else but you are too confuse to let him explain 《binding me to what?》

The doors opens again in front of Matt. He looks at you surprised but before even say a word, Noah pushes the bottom to close the door. Like you have just done. And again to floor nine. 《 to nothing》 his is answer. He is in distress, like is really hard for him to provide you a decent explanation. 《 just... tide you up. Your body is so beautiful and I'd love to .... tide you up. But you are right, it's weird.》

You can feel a certain amount of disappointment in his voice and even if you don't really trust him that much or know him enough to get the exact meaning of this, you can't help yourself but touching his arm in reinsurance. His eyes meet yours and you just get a bit closer.

You're not an idiot, this guy is buff and could easily tak advantage on you, but you have seen something trustworth in him; he has such a gentle soul hidden behind an armor used to denied his very own feelings. Even if he is avoiding you, he is still gentle when you two meet around. Maybe, you overthinked for days, he is just as uncomfortable as you are with your rendezvous with zero talking in between.

《 I don't understand what you mean, that's why it's weird》 , you tell him. 《 I don't think you are weird. Well, maybe a bit, but mostly I think you're hot》 , you continue making him blush again. Noah chuckles a little laught while the elevation door get open for the second time on his floor. 《 Its a weird catch up phrase, Noah-idiot. Asking a girl to be tied up.》

《 You are not wrong》 he replies, amused by the way you're making him confortable with jokes, before putting an hand to stop the doors from closing again. 《 But... I can show you what I mean, if you want.》

《 Now?》

《 if you don't have any plans for dinner...》

《... Show me the way, tho 》.

You know that Steve and Chris really didn't care that you decided to not show up for dinner, but the girls are pissed. Anyway no one bought the excuse that you felt suddenly so tired to attend the gathering. That's why you woke up alone in the room. Looking back at your night conversation, you can't really feel sorry for missing it. But it also has a bitter taste from some point of views. You hate to be the one who has to take decisions.

But Noah is turning your world upside down.

You've never felt that way.

He makes you feel like someone else is wearing your skin. His eyes are trustful and when he feels enough secure of himself - weird how someone that pretty can he shy and with a low selfsteem- he turns into this primal, feral seducer. You can't get enough of him. His mouth on your body, the grip of his hands, firm but somehow armonic.

It looks like he have studied how to be a beast in bed. And after yesterday, you only got solid evidence of this suspicious.

You have never heard about Shibari before. Your have always pictured bondage as a strainge kink, connected with pain and humiliation and you're not the kind of person who likes to be humiliated at all. But Noah is pretty clear about what he actually wants.

《 Shibari is a matter of aesthetics》, he tells you why showing pictures of naked women tied up with beautiful knots and intricate ropes combinations. 《 Its not even connected directly with sex. The schemes of the ropes are related with specific body points; every knots has a deep simbolic meaning. My intention is not to control you or humiliate you, but just having some visual pleasure of your pretty body.》

You rise your eyes, trying to meeting his, but he looks a but insecure. Like is costing so much to him to expose himself. 《 If its not sex, what I get in return?》. You decide to ask first, trying to not sound greedy. On the contrary. It's quite interesting.

《 pleasure. I'll take care of you. My intentions are aesthetical but I'm still a guy.》 It's sounds so wrong seeing such a shy guy talking about this stuff and them imagining him doing such intricate knot on your body. You can't help but feel you're getting wet already and that a shame. Every inch of feminish is taken away from you in the moment you can spend some time with Noah.

《 This have something to do with the fact that you don't want to kiss me anymore?》

Another important question and Noah can't avoid but oblige you an answer. 《 No》

The dryness in this simple one word make you sigh in frustration. You look at one last photo before handing his phone back again to the boy seated next to you.《 Did you take all of this pictures?》

《 Yes.》

《Have you made sex with all these girls》

《 I usually don't make sex with a girl who likes this kind of things. I can go to a dive bar and meet someone for that. To me, this is work of art. It's helping me through a lot of stress the tour is giving me. You are an exception because you kissed me and I lost my balance.... but I believe I need to get it back》

The oddly sound of a silent hotel room followed his last sentence. 《... if I agree with all of this, with the ropes and knots, we stop to have fun before the concerts?》

Noah let himself fall on the mattres, lost in his thoughts. You can tell he doesn't no for sure. 《 Maybe. I can't tell you for sure. But the choice is up on you; I want force you anyway. 》

Since the moment you have left his room, you can't stop thinking about him. About how intrigued you feel in letting him doing whatsoever he wants with your body. More than that, everything you have will be just a dream in the moment the tour will be over.

You have in front of you one last month with Noah and the chance to experiment something new.

But do you really want to be part of his photo collection and be remembered just as another chick he tied up?

It's not so easy to pick up a decision.

Especially because you like him, a lot. And losing him will be painful anyway.

#noah sebastian #bad omens #noah sebastian imagine #noah sebastian x reader

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missadmyre · 1 month

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INDIGO SKIES

After fighting a mysterious force he has never fought before with someone who he ALSO doesn't know, Danny finds himself stuck in a situation of figuring out what to do to his unconscious partner. What ghosts would he fight eventually? Is there more of them? Who IS this kid that calls himself the "Ninja"? The story of how the Ninja and the Phantom first met.

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The fight between that Yokai ghost was difficult, Danny had to admit. It was thanks to the ninja that he had broken the stalemate. With the ghost being on the thermos, he was about to go back to his house when he noticed the ninja's physical state, bloody and bruised.

Normally, these were things he gets everyday, and he knows that the ninja is more than capable of taking care of himself, that he can prove because of their time together, but to see his partner way more injured than he's supposed to, it struck something in him.

He flew to the ninja, who backed himself to the wall, holding his wound so it wouldn't bleed out. It had been a tough fight for him, getting flung around and all that, "Hey ninja, you need help?" Danny asked, reaching his hand out to him. The ninja tried to even out his breathing, he wanted to answer, but he couldn't even mutter out a single word.

He was about to straighten up and reach out when he saw black dots blocking his vision, the world spinning as he let himself fall. He expected the cold hard concrete pavement when he felt a pair of hands hugging him tightly, his face touching some sort of elastic fabric. He tried to open his eyes but his consciousness was starting to slip away, at least he didn't pass out on the floor, even if the guy who holds him is still cold to the touch.

Danny freaked out when he saw the ninja fall, he was able to quickly grab him and let the guy fall asleep on his chest, knowing from experience that it's hard to wake a person who was probably working on andrenaline the whole time. He couldn't leave the guy on the streets so they flew themselves back to his house.

It was 2 in the morning, thankfully it was Saturday so he didn't have to half-ass his treatment for the ninja. He settled the teen down and let himself turn back into his human form.

Getting his med kit that he often uses from under his bed, he tried to remove the stupid suit off the Ninja but it wouldn't budge. "How and why the hell can't I take this shit off!" Danny grunted, giving up. He moved on to the Ninja's face, which he guessed would have a lot of blood since he was always flung around during the fight.

He lifted the Ninja's mask and removed it, causing a red glow which made Danny step back. Black strips slithered away from the limbs of the ninja as his suit began to tear itself away from the ninja and into the void. The Ninja, now revealing themselves as a teen, made Danny a bit shocked but shrugged off the information.

"800 year old my ass, I suppose we both have the same issues don't we?" Danny muttered, a smirk on his face as he knows some struggles of being a teen hero. A sigh escaped from his lips as he grabbed alcohol and bandages from his kit, maybe he should reveal his secret to the kid, just to even it out.

Randy woke up, fluttering his eyes to make his vision clearer, he carefully sat up, scanning the room. It definitely wasn't his room, nor was it Howard's, whoever kept him here must have been some sort of scientist or something due to the metal scraps and weird cylindrical things scattered on a desk near him.

"This room must've been Viceroy's." Randy thought, fear rising in him as he tried to get out of bed. He fell down, causing a large thud on the floor, he tried to stand up, his legs wobbling as he tried walking as fast as possible.

He reached the doorknob and was about to open it when another person entered the room. This caused randy to fall down to the floor again, as he backed himself away from the person before him.

Danny heard a loud thud coming from his room, he went straight to the room and saw the teen backing himself away from him. Danny knew the kid was panicking so he took it upon himself to at least calm them down. "Hey kid—" he found himself kicked on the face, hard. He held his jaw to soothe the pain as the kid sped up to him.

The kid tried to punch him but he blocked it, he held both the teen's wrists, "Kid calm down!". Danny tried to get some sense to the kid who then shouted back, "Who are you? Viceroy's assistant?". Danny was confused, must've been one of this kid's enemies he supposed, he then answered "Look, I don't know who that guy is!".

Randy wasn't having it with the teen's reply, with a knee kick to the guts, he was free from their grip and was about to go out when he realized that he didn't have the Ninjanomicon, as well as the mask. He frantically looked around the room and saw the Ninjanomicon and the mask sitting beside a TV.

With andrenaline fueling Randy, he ran towards the said TV, to which Danny noticed and chased after him. He pinned down Randy, who turned around making him face the teen. "I'm not gonna hurt you, calm down!" Danny gritted his teeth as he used his upper strength to grab the wrists of the kid.

He looked at the legs of the kid, he knew he was gonna kick so he used his other hand to pin down the leg that always kicks him. With the grunts and shouts coming from Danny's room, his dad had become worried about what was happening upstairs, his wife, Mrs. Fenton had also been worrying about it. Thinking it was a ghost attack, they ran to their son's room with their weapons.

"Danny! Baby! Are you okay— Oh my..." Mrs. Fenton clasped her hand on her mouth as Mr. Fenton had widened their eyes. It was a very awkward position to say the least, Danny had pinned down Randy who was lying on the floor and had both his legs sticking out to Danny's hips, suffice to say it was a scene that his parents never wanted to see.

Danny nervously tried to explain as he got off of Randy, who took the Ninjanomicon and the mask and hugged it tight, knowing that he can't escape. "D—Dad! Mom! I—I can explain-" Danny stuttered, trying to think of an excuse that could possibly overrule the "I'm having sex with the guy" theory.

His father walked towards him and put his hand on his shoulder, "Son." He sighed before continuing, "I know you love this guy, but you have to not hurry, plan your future, we'll talk downstairs." Danny tried to talk but they left, closing the door on him.

Randy had all rights to be confused, but it was confirmed that the teen was not working for Viceroy. "H-hey, where am I?" He asked, his voice raspy as he hadn't had a drink. Danny looked at him, "Welcome to Amity Park, Illinois kid, what's your name?". Randy then answered with his name as so with Danny and his name.

"You're the one that took me in, so you know I'm the Ninja, right?" Randy asked, it was about time to answer that question. "Yes, and so you know, I'm the Phantom, don't worry, I can keep your secret so long as you keep mine." Danny answered. Forming a bond, they talked a bit about information needed to form a semi-fake story before heading downstairs.

They saw both Mr and Mrs. Fenton, waiting for them at the dinner table, they gulped in nervousness as they both sat down. "So, what is your business with our son?" Randy had to look up to meet up with Mr. Fenton's eyes, scary.

"W-Well, I'm just his friend, nothing else, we were just playfighting when we fell down, j-just an awkward position, that's all." Randy said, Mrs. Fenton quirked up her eyebrows, "Then what's with all that screaming upstairs?". Danny then quickly replied "Well we were fighting about… a game? Yeah, a game, we were fighting about a game." It took off some suspicion, but the Fentons were still eyeing him.

"You don't seem to be from Amity Park, where did you come from anyway?" Mrs. Fenton asked, Danny also looked at Randy, he didn't ask that question earlier. "Uhm, well… I came from Oklahoma but I was travelling to New York, it was getting dark so I decided to stay here. I met Danny at that uhm… burger restaurant and we became friends." Danny was surprised, that was far. Randy lied at the end, knowing that they must keep their secret.

"Oh dear, that's quite far, even for you, does anybody know where you're going?" Mrs. Fenton questioned, her face now showing concern. "Ah my friend Howard knows, besides I've done it a dozen times and nobody notices it, it's fine really." Randy shrugged it off with a lie, hoping that it would get swept under the rug.

"But still, why are you in our son's room?" Mr. Fenton asked after being quiet for some time. "Ah dad, uhm h-he doesn't have a place to stay so uhm… I let him stay here, in my room." Danny tried to get them off the topic, which worked. "Son, we just want you to be safe, you can go back to your room, don't be too rowdy though." His father said, letting them completely off the hook.

The teens both mentally congratulated each other as they went back to the room, closing the door behind them as they sighed in relief. "You're actually from Oklahoma?" Danny was curious as to whether or not it was true, which had been proven that it was when Randy confirmed it.

"Hey, you have a phone or something? If you want, I can share my phone number to you." Randy said, a smile forming on his face. Danny pulled out his smartphone and copied the phone number Randy showed him, dialing to know if he got it right.

Randy's McPhone rang, proving that he got it right. Declining the call, he was about to leave when he realized that his shirt wasn't his, "Oh what the juice?! Danny did you change my clothes?", He said with a blush on his face.

Danny then shot back at him, "You just realized it now?". He pointed at the drawer near his bed, there sits his jacket and his shirt, along with his bag which had all of his clothes still in there. Wait, if the clothes he's wearing isn't his then…

"Oh uhm, you can put that shirt on that basket over there, it's fine." Danny pointed at a basket near the door, as he stood up to fix something.

As they brushed shoulders, Randy noticed that the teen was a bit taller than him, having a more wider and broader shoulder than him and more muscular than him. He found himself blushing as he turned his head away.

He removed the shirt, which was remarkably a bit bigger, the collar sliding a bit off of his left shoulder when he noticed it. He threw it in the basket and wore his shirt, not knowing that Danny was staring at him.

Danny was about to hide his med kit back when he looked at the kid's torso. Although bandaged, there were scars poking out, he was toned and had his pants sliding down a bit that he could see his waist. He puts his hand on his mouth as he whispered, "Hot...".

Randy heard Danny mutter something which made his head turn around, "What?" He asked. Danny is dumbfounded by what he said earlier, blushing because of his statement. "What?! Uhm… nothing!" He shoved the kit back under the bed as he turned away, leaving Randy confused.

With his shirt on him, he then wore his jacket, storing the mask on the inside pockets of his jacket as he puts the Ninjanomicon in the bag, they then left the room and went downstairs.

Heading to the front door, he said goodbye to the Fentons as Danny guided him to the bus station. Randy stepped on the bus and said his goodbyes as he went in and left Amity Park.

Danny sighed, looking at the distance, to say that he didn't feel something would be a total lie, he looked at his smartphone, at least he had some connection with the guy. His stomach growled, destroying his long gaze at his smartphone, maybe breakfast is a much needed distraction.

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Y'all, the ectoham is so fucking barren it looks pitiful asf. I'll probably post a MIS/NS fic but come on, ectoham has got to have content bro.

But anyways, this fic is also connected to the MIS fic I wrote, every Secret Trio and MIS fic/art I would do are on the same AU. Still trying to think of the name of it though. Thanks for reading.

#rc9gn #secret trio #danny fenton #danny phantom #randy cunningham #randy cunningham 9th grade ninja #ectoham #Here's content for y'all #I just imagine that y'all are just creatures with very sharp teeth and is the definition of “biting the hand that feeds”.

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icedmangoe · 26 days

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does hsr tumblr like ocs

i made a masked fool

close up + rambles about him under the cut

his inspiration came from my special interest in all things liminal and unreal like dereality shit. it falls very in line with the unreal aspect of the masked fools and would bring a lot to a boring mundane world.

the hand in the mask functions as a third hand it has the appearance of Those dereality cloudy skies but if you touch it its just as cold as the other ceramic, its also a bit smoother. like jelly smooth. cold and jelly smooth to a degree where you think it should be squishy but its not. it feels very. weird. not real but real at once.

the hand is capable of holding his dagger and his darts the darts go through a hole in the top of the mask where the bun is

imagine minding ur business and some fucking guy is throwing darts with his face like what the hell is wrong with u bro whats ur damage 😭

the blue liquid secretion from under the hand is the blue typa shit u see when ur pc blue screens all the eyes are functional the ceramic head is removeable thats his literal masked fool Mask. the mask itself is just. very alive and fucked up.

his ult attack is where my genius shines in my personal opinion; walk with me here i know it's similar to black swan's but only in base concept

i like to believe that monaro is capable of inflicting what's almost like enhanced hallucinations on people. like you can touch what he's produced but at the same time it's not real to anyone else, yk?

that's where the hands come in as part of the ult, the only similarity to BSW it has is that the hands grab at the victim, that's honestly where it ends. these ones would have an accompanied feeling of like. drowning. sinking. dread. after effects would probably be a great stack of confusion and slowed speed. and visually, he'd probably cause more than Just hands but they're the main actual attack aspect of it; the other surrounding things like faces and auditory things would be to add to the confusion the person is left with.

unrelated rambles but this guy is the typa guy to go somewhere with his mask on just because he knows it scares strangers. he's the typa guy to throw his darts at any object that isnt a dart board.

#marv art #honkai star rail #hsr ocs #honkai star rail oc #hsr #masked fools #original character

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imtooscaredforthis · 1 year

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Tethered

Part III- Chapter 24: Conflicted

Mentions of: Angst, Anger Issues, conflicted feelings, etc.

A/N: Here’s another chapter for y’all…

Tags: @prettycutebunny @froegis @vandeaad @mama-miya @moonshineinasippycup @dead-bxxxtch-walking

Frank was pissed. No, not pissed. Frank was furious.

He was fine with being damned to this hellscape for all eternity. He had his friends, and he could do whatever he wanted and hurt anyone he wanted. Most of all, he knew he was here because he deserved it.

But you didn’t. There was no way you deserved this. You were so good, so fucking good and kind hearted. You didn’t deserve this constant loop of pain and suffering.

You weren’t supposed to be here. You should be getting your dream job and living your cushy, perfect life. The life you deserved. The life that was far, far, away from him.

“Take her back. Take her back right fucking now.” He seethed at the sky, waiting for The Entity to respond. She didn’t.

So, he continued his tantrum, stomping at the ground, tearing off branches in the woods, doing what he could to get The Entity’s attention. But nothing worked.

Reluctantly, he gave up, walking back to the Ski Lodge. He did what he could to calm down. Taking deep breaths, counting to ten, like you used to teach him. But nothing worked.

Every time he shut his eyes he saw you. When you were younger, and how you looked now. God, you were terrified of him, but you were so brave..and beautiful.

Frank swore under his breath, kicking a pair of skis as he approached the abandoned resort. He needed to forget this ever happened. He needed to forget about you again. He needed to hate you again. But how could he?

As Frank entered the lodge, he made a beeline right to the bar, grabbing a beer from the mini fridge and popping the cap off. He desperately needed a drink. He plopped down on the couch in the lobby, pulling off his hood, and removing his mask, tossing it aside.

“Frank? Is that you?” Fuck. It was Julie.

He couldn’t tell her about this. She’d definitely notice that something was going on. She can’t know about you. Not yet anyway.

“Yeah, it’s me.” She walked down the stairs, joining him in the lobby, before sitting beside him on the couch.

She snuggled against him, but he didn’t move, he just stiffened instead. He couldn’t touch her. Not with the way he was feeling. She noticed, glancing over at him. He couldn’t meet her gaze.

“Frank? What’s wrong?” She asked, eyebrows furrowed. “Nothing.”

“Bullshit. I know something’s wrong, you’re acting weird. What’s going on?” She pressed him.

“I said it’s nothing.” He pushed back. “It’s obviously not nothing. Why won’t you tell me?”

“Don’t push me, Julie.”

“I thought we could tell each other anyth-”

“I said stop, Julie! Fuck!” He snapped, making her go quiet. She glared at him, irritated and concerned.

Then, she got up from the couch, pulling her hood over her head, storming out, muttering swears under her breath. “Fine, be like that. Asshole.”

She slammed the door behind her, and he groaned, running a hand through his hair. How can things get any worse? He downed the rest of his beer, before throwing it against the wall, letting it shatter.

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“You’ve got to believe me, guys! He just let me go.” You told the survivors who had been listening to your stories.

“Some killers do that. But not the Legion, and especially not Frank. There’s no way he would.” Jake replied.

“Well, he did. He didn’t even hook me, and he stabbed me like once, even though I pissed him off. And he also touched my locket. I don’t know why. You caressed the locket yourself, holding it close to you.

“Maybe he likes you.” Jane remarked, making your face heat up. “What? No. That’s crazy.”

“Yeah, killers and survivors don’t exactly mix well. Maybe you reminded him of something from his past.” Nea reasoned.

“Maybe.” You murmured, and everyone went quiet, the crackling fire filling the silence.

“But can we talk about the way you were blushing when I said he liked you? You like him, don’t you?” She teased.

“No way. No, no, no. I just appreciate the fact that he didn’t want to kill me, and I’m not into guys who normally hunt and sacrifice people. Plus, I don’t even know what he looks like under that mask. He could be ugly, or a monster.” You ranted.

“Isn’t he dating that other one? Julie or Susie or whatever?” Bill added.

“Yeah. Trust me, (y/n). The last thing you want is to be romantically involved with a killer.” Jake warned you. You nodded. “I know.”

“I have to go. I’m getting called to a trial.” He then said, before getting to his feet and leaving. “Okay, bye.”

He waved, walking off. When you turned back to the fire, you noticed Jane staring at you, a knowing grin on her face. You rolled your eyes, growing flustered and embarrassed, laughing it off.

Jake was right. Killers were only trouble. You shouldn’t get involved with any of them. Not that you wanted to in the first place.

But there was this small feeling, this tiny voice that pulled you to him. That made you like him. It was probably bad if you liked him just because he spared you, that was literally the bare minimum, after all.

You knew better than that. While you don’t remember much about yourself, you still have your self respect, and you know that you deserve more than that.

And you have people you care about here. You have other survivors, who you’re friends with. Ones who have your back. And you also have Jake.

Jake was probably the person you were closest with. He was always so calm, and kind, and even a little funny, when he wanted to be. He’s helped you get used to this place, and he’s just great. If you should be with anyone, it should be him.

You have all these great relationships, and there’s no point in ruining what you have because of your stupid curiosity and feelings. Being with a killer would be complete chaos, and very bad for you.

…right?

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eveandtheturtles · 1 year

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For Donnie requests, if it tickles your fancy:

How about another one set in the tactical universe? (I so enjoyed the one you wrote for Leo when I asked last time)

Maybe a similar format to the last one but, say. Four times reader/OC (who is an art thief or whatever you like) outwits/outlucks/outruns/plain-old-tricks Don and one time he catches her?

But plot twist it was a game all along so it turns sweet or spicy (however you like, I'm down for and/or both)

(Eyyy, a returning customer! We like thay here! You said OC and activated my trap card tho lol)

Bayverse!Donnie and Kara in Tactical AU! (I am almost sure you guys are sick and tired of this ship lmao sorry xD

This one is getting a strong T!

Tactical AU belongs to @donathan

Here are my headcanons for my own spin to it if anyone is interested! And here is a link to Leo's version. Can't wait for someone to request Raph.

@madammuffins @turtle-babe83 @thelaundrybitch @sharpwindow @dilucsflame33 @pheradream15

(if anyone wants in on this list let me know!)

I. This case took him and his brothers all around the world. But it all began in New York after their handler gave them the order.

The Met event was fitting perfectly the M.O. of the thief. Donnie has been preparing himself for this. He studied extensively the previous crime scenes and had to admire the cleverness of it all.

He instructed the ground team on what to look for and how to behave. He himself kept his distance, for obvious reasons. They were going to monitor the event around the clock. The human team during the day, and the turtle brothers at night.

While the guests milled about the museum, Donnie was watching the feed from the cameras closely. This was the second day of surveillance. His sensors weren't picking up any suspicious activities either. Of course, he didn't expect the thief to be bold enough to do something during the day - this didn't fit the profile he built but all good thieves usually tried to scout their targets beforehand.

Donnie sighed and licked his lips. He switched to the computer database of all the security and staff that were currently at the museum. No one in particular stood out. Maybe he was wrong about it being the Met?

Once the gates to the museum closed it was turtle time.

The brothers took over from the day shift. As far as the security knew, they were just some special task force. The ski masks hid their faces and various leather straps disguised the shells as weird backpacks.

"This is so boring," Mikey whined over the comms. "You sure I can't liven up the place a little?"

"If you'd even think of setting off anything-!" Leo's warning resonated sharply in their ears.

The youngest snickered. "Chillax, bro, I was joking."

"Like you did in Budapest?" Raph snorted.

"That was an accident!"

"Let's make sure no more accidents happen," Leo warned him. "Especially not in the Met."

Donnie smiled listening to his brothers' banter as he patrolled the corridor he thought had the highest chance of being hit by the thief.

He listened keenly to any sound that would come his way. The empty corridors would echo them back to him. Unfortunately, it was all silent. Just the sound of his own breath coming back to him and the soft sound of his feet. The brothers were unnaturally quiet for their large size. When they wanted. Mikey usually could be heard three blocks away.

Donnie adjusted his night vision goggles as he entered a new area. He added his own security measures on top of the ones the museum had. There was no way the guy could escape them.

Suddenly one of his sensors tripped. The silent alarm got activated in one room. Donnie turned on his heel and ran.

"We have a hit!" He told the others and directed them to the correct location.

He got there first. Visor focused, looking for anything out of place. Nothing.

"What the-"

Suddenly, another alarm tripped. And another. And another. His whole grid lit up in red and he cursed. That fucker!!

"Donnie, what the hell is going on?!" Leo shouted over the comm.

"He is using my system as a smoke screen!" Donnie shouted back and cursed. He shut it down and popped the standard Met security.

Did he really figure out the system in one day? What the fuck was going on.

"He's in the Maya exhibit!"

"Raph!"

"On it, Fearless."

Motherfucker, Donnie cursed at himself and sprinted. He brought up the schematics of the room on his holoscreen.

"I have the visual!" Raph announced on the comms, which was immediately followed by a string of curses. "Stay still you slippery bastard!" And then. "I lost him but he is heading to the roof!"

Donnie smiled. Predictable.

"I'm on it!"

But then he came to a screeching halt. The fucker was heading to the main door! What?! Ballsy motherfucker.

Donnie jumped down the stairs.

"Freeze!" He got out his gun and fired a warning shot.

The thief didn't stop. Just kept running straight. Donnie followed. Then froze. The figure just passed through the glass door and the terrapin realized he was following a hologram.

"Please tell me one of you got him?" He asked his brothers, breathing heavily, feeling frustration building up.

"I saw him in the Danish exhibit but then he proofed!" Mikey responded.

"I thought I got him by the African exhibit," Leo said, his tone clearly indicating a similar failure.

Donnie cursed.

"You'll get him next time," Leo tried to comfort him.

"Yeah, thanks," he responded. The words were bitter in his mouth.

II. Weeks of intense research and work later the turtles were in Italy. Donnie once again figured out the thief would be there.

All the feed from the Met was tampered with and Donnie worked for hours to fix it. To just get three frames. Thankfully, he had seen the hologram. Raph also had a description, though not very helpful. "Short like a fucking kid and slippery like a weasel," he said. That much Donnie knew.

He managed to estimate the thief's height to be 150cm (about 4'10"). If they were dealing with a rowdy teen the turtle genius was going to be super pissed and impressed.

Right now he was riding on a huge adrenaline rush as he watched the thief through his scope. The guy was running away from Leo, who took the chase.

"I got you," Donnie muttered to himself. He aimed the shot. He wasn't going to kill the thief. Just incapacitate him with some tranquilizers.

It was the end of the road for their target either way. The line of houses ended and only a large plaza awaited. No escape.

The thief faced Leo. Then turned his head and looked straight at Donnie. The mask came off. Green skin - like the yellowing grass in autumn, face and bald, larger than average head dusted with freckle-like spots of various shades of brown, green and yellow. Pointed, pierced ears. The eyes, big, yellow, playful.

The thief winked and… just disappeared.

"Dude!" Mikey's voice activated the Comms. "The thief an alien!"

"Donnie, you okay?" Leo spoke up.

"You missed, nerd," Raph snickered. "So much for Mr. I-Never-Miss," he put on his Batman's voice.

"Shut up Raph," Donnie shot back. He was thinking intensely. She-, he was certain the thief was a she, looked straight at him. She knew his position. She led them to that corner of the street. This was all a game for her! "I need all your guys' phones!"

"Why?" Mikey whined. "I didn't do anything!"

Turns out Mikey did do something. A couple of days before he clicked some link on a website from his phone and that got the thief an entrance into their systems. That pissed off everyone and earned Mikey some extra training and cleaning time as well as a lecture on Internet safety.

What was concerning was that their criminal most likely got into their Top Secret files if she knew how to get to Mikey…. She knew who they were. Meanwhile, they knew nothing of her.

III. Next stop was Egypt. A short jump from Italy. They were going to monitor the Museum of Cairo. Why? Because right before he cleared all their electronics one message went through. “Up for another Caaper?”

When he checked the source it went dead. A burner phone. Now he had a dilemma. Either ignore it or follow… On one hand, it could have easily been a typo. On the other… In Cario there was a wooden statue of Ka-aper from the 5th Dynasty.

He chose to follow and that’s how they ended up there. Was she really going to steal the statue that was about a foot shorter than her? He thought back to the image of her in his mind. Who was he kidding, she absolutely would.

So they were staking out the museum. “Third time the charm, eh, Donnie?” Raph teased.

“Do you guys think she has like a spaceship? With lasers?” Mikey enthused over her. He wouldn’t shut up about the alien bit since Italy.

“You can ask her when we catch her,” Leo told him in a very tired voice.

Donnie didn’t join in on the conversation. He was in the room with the statue. Monitoring the screen, flipping through the feed from the cameras and paying attention to every single alarm there was. He didn’t want to miss any suspicious flicks or changes.

“Donnie, you alright over there?” Leo called to him, snapping him out of his focus.

“Yeah, yeah I’m here,” he responded.

“Anything moving?”

“Not yet…”

Why did she want to steal that particular statue?

Time ticked by… Suddenly he felt someone watching him. He turned around. Yellow eyes, right over his shoulder. He reacted immediately by throwing a punch at her. She was hanging by a rope from the ceiling. Pulling away, avoiding his fist by a hair. She flipped around. He pulled his gun and aimed at the rope. She kicked his hands and vaulted off the wall. He kicked at her legs and she fell on her back with an audible ‘oof’. He tried to grab her but she folded and jumped up to her feet. Punch, evade, retaliate. They danced across the floor.

He had to adapt himself to her small height, throwing him off a little. She had no problem with his.

Suddenly she reached for her belt and threw something at him. He ducked. She jumped again, using his knee as a boost and jumped over his back. He spun around. A puff of smoke in his face and his world went dark.

He didn’t know how long he was out. Mustn't have been long because she was still in the room, finishing up securing the statue to some ropes to pull it up. He groaned and got up.

“Stop,” he said, his voice hoarse. He reached to his thigh and pulled his second gun. Despite the headache his aim was steady.

She turned to him. Smiled. And pressed something on her forearm. A force yoinked him backward. Slamming him against the wall. He gritted his teeth. Magnets? When?, he thought angrily as he watched her ride up on the same rope she came down with.

She winked at him and blew him a kiss. 3-0.

IV. Donnie admitted that he may be a bit obsessed. The woman infuriated him and kind of… He dared not to go where his thoughts wanted.

His memory took him back to Italy and Egypt. Her bright yellow eyes, sparkling with mischief and excitement enthralled him. That confident smirk. He wanted to wipe it off of her face! He wasn’t sure how yet.

She tricked him three times! Them! She tricked them three times! Maybe the fourth time was the charm….

He knew his brothers were making some bets behind his back but he didn’t care.

They were in Tokyo, Japan, this time. She left him another clue in his pants while he was passed out.

His brothers were on the ground, while he stayed behind. Their eagle eyes. She wouldn’t slip past him again!

“I don’t think she’s gonna show up this time bro,” Mikey said. “You almost got her before, you think she’ll show up?”

“Thieves sometimes stop when they get scared but I doubt we scared her enough,” Leo sighed.

Donnie’s phone vibrated. He’d usually ignore it during the mission but this time… He quickly glanced at the screen.

After that one text she sent him before Egypt… Leo would probably yell at him so hard if he knew… But Donnie didn’t fully shut down one channel. He made it possible that if she wanted to contact him he’d be open for it.

And lo’ and behold. There was a text.

Unknown number: こんにちは！(˵ •̀ ᴗ - ˵ ) ✧ I left you something at this location~! Take it as a reward for almost catching me 4 times now! And thank you for missing in Florence ( ˘ ³˘)♥︎

Donnie jumped up to his feet and cursed.

“What’s up Donnie?” Leo checked in on him.

“I’ll be right back, this is important!” He tried to ease off the incoming protest, but also just in case he turned off his comm.

The attached location led him to a posh bar, just around the corner from the art gallery. He made sure his ski mask was on as he entered the establishment. Of course, all the eyes turned to him. Meanwhile, he only looked for one set of eyes. Unfortunately, she was nowhere to be seen.

“Excuse me,” he asked the bartender in Japanese, “something was supposed to be left here for me?”

The man eyed him, a bit fearfully but nodded. “What drink would you like, sir?”

“I’m just here to pick the item up.” Donnie tried to explain.

“The item is a drink and a letter for you after you get your drink.” The bartender insisted.

Donnie sighed. “Something fruity with rum then.” Why the hell not. Fuck it, they failed again. He might as well drink off the thieves tab. He waited for the drink to arrive before he lifted the mask up a little just enough for him to be able to drink. He took a sip. Damn it was good. He snorted and shook his head. This whole thing was so ridiculous.

As he was in the middle of his order the bartender slipped him a cream coloured envelope with a red lacquer stamp on it. Classy.

He broke the seal and opened the envelope. He read the letter.

Donnie smiled and shook his head. "God damn it."

He turned on his comm, which earned him an earful from both Leo and Raph.

"Guys, she's going to be in New York next," he told them.

"How do you know?"

"She told me," he said, draining the rest of his glass.

V. Was he annoyed that she was stringing him along so much? Probably. Was he excited to finally snap some handcuffs around her wrists? So, so much.

It wasn’t easy to find her. The riddle this time was a bit more complex than the one for Egypt and Japan. Then there was the matter of actually finding her in the urban jungle that was New York.

But when he did… He didn’t tell his brothers. It was his little secret. He didn’t want anyone following him there. He slipped from the compound when everyone else was asleep. The coordinates led him to a red brick building with an industrial elevator.

Thermal scanner told him where she was. He took the stairs as the safer option and climbed. Quietly, like a ghost he entered the large open-space. The wooden floor creaked under his steps and a loud bird attacked him. The creature wasn’t from Earth. It neither cawed nor barked. The noise was offending to his ears nevertheless.

Then a whistle. He saw her standing a couple feet away from him. She extended her arm and the bird perched on it. It had a muzzle and sharp teeth like a dog. scales mixed with feathers and claw tipped wings, almost like a bat. The legs were birdlike all-right. A long tail wrapped around the thieves arm securing it in the spot.

<Hello,> she signed. <I see you finally found me> She smirked.

<Thanks for the hint,> he signed back.

<You welcome.> She stroked the bird’s head and it purred. With a flick of her elbow it flew into the air again and sat somewhere among the pipes.

<So, how do you want to do this?> She asked. <I got some weapons for you to choose from.>

<I brought my own.> He reached to his belt and pulled out his collapsible bō staff.

She regarded him with an appreciative nod. Then she walked up to the wall. She pressed on a brick and a panel dropped down revealing a collection of staffs, spears and other weapons. She picked two thich sticks.

<Escrima?> He asked and she grinned. He got it.

They charged at each other. Blow after blow, the weapons clashed. She was nimble and fast, using her environment to her advantage. He, with the experience from Egypt, handled her better. No more blows that went over her head. She had to block him, make an effort to evade.

He hoped whatever they broke during the fight wasn’t something priceless.

Finally, he had her against the wall. Adrenaline buzzing in his ears. He hasn't won yet though. He knew it. Her golden eyes bore into his. Suddenly, both dropped their weapons and their mouths clashed.

The morning came, brutally invading Donnie’s eyes. He groaned and stirred trying to avoid it. When he couldn’t quite move his arm he looked up. One of his hands was handcuffed to the headboard and he smirked remembering that particular move.

He looked around. Karaa was sitting on the bed, eating a breakfast roll and smiling at him. She reached out and released his arm, which got a bit stiff.

<You’ll need to get dressed, your brothers and major Douche will be here soon,> she signed, smiling her usual impish smile. <Have some breakfast.>

<So, I passed?> He grinned.

<You will get points deducted for teamwork probably but…> she leaned down to kiss him. <I will give you some bonuses for performance.> She wiggles her eyebrows with her best bedroom eyes.

He got lost in their kiss but pulled back when a thought occurred to him.

They started communicating after Florence. They didn't know at first who they'd be going in the against exercise. It was all part of it. Karaa though she found out things. And also being trapped by the US military she didn't see any objections in helping the boys out.

<Oh, yeah. They will not know what hit them.>

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Bonus content!

*Text in Japanese above reads: "hello"

So I decided to do this one with the OG version of Kara.

Karaa (how the og spelling is, ye I know super original lol) was first created in 2014 as my Megamind OC. In the fandom we already had whole lot of Blue guys running around and... one Red, that came from desert part of the Meg's planet. I went like, so let's complete the traffic lights set and I made Karaa + the whole lore etc for jungle dwelling aliens of Megamind's planet.

This is how she'd look like. (art by Scarlette and Koda, I'm not sure of Scarlette's current handle it's been a while since 2014 XD)The earrings serve purpose also as disguise generators/cloaking devices.

Here's link to how Pi'ehra, her bird looks like.

I'll probably draw her tactical AU look soon!

#eve scribbles #tmnt donatello #tmnt donnie #bayverse turtles #tactical au #donnie x kara #donnie x oc #tmnt fanfiction #tmnt bayverse #tmnt 2016 #tmnt 2014

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toshiirou · 10 months

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One Mask, Two Masks, Three Masks, Four - Linkverse Writing

Ravio blinked, and between one moment and the next he was in a different time and place.

The smooth transition in world hopping travel should have been disturbing, with how easily one could get ripped away from their location and timeline - everything they've ever known - as easy as a blink.

Ravio thought it was unbearably cool. Much better than becoming a painting and getting sucked into a crack in the wall. That trip was nauseating and Ravio had only done it once compared to Link's dozen of times.

Maybe if they could harvest this time jumping ability... Ravio could start a holiday service venture! Bored of purple skies? Visit Hyrule! Only nine-hundred and ninety-nine rupees, Ravio is not liable for any damages, incarnation, or loss of life that occurs before, during, or as a result of the trip.

With nothing of any particular importance to do - all of his projects were on hold due to unavoidable circumstances - Ravio decided to take the opportunity to explore this new locale. As far as he could recall he had not yet visited, and if they had any interesting specialities he could rip off their ideas with none the wiser!

The sky was bright, the birds were singing. The town close to where Ravio appeared seemed to be having a market. Ravio explored eagerly, eyes bright and full of the joy of adventure.

In between one stall and the next he looked up to spot a familiar head of blond hair. Wasn't that one of the Links? The.... weird kid, right? There had to be a better name for him, but for the life of him Ravio couldn't remember it.

Ravio watched as he - the weird kid that is - walked blank face and unaffected past a lady yelling out the prices of her fish. That was a person, Ravio thought, who would appreciate his company.

Ravio jogged to catch up behind him, feeling a slight bit of strain at the other person's fast pace. How did he walk so fast?

Shaking his head, Ravio dismissed the thought and instead called out happily.

"Link!"

He caught up to the Link's left-hand side and fell into pace half a step behind him.

"Hi there! My name is Ravio. Although I suppose you already know my name, given the whole... uh trial thing that we had going on. Trial by sword? That sounds about right. That sounds like something a hero would go through." Ravio laughed.

"Oh but don't worry, me and Mr. Legend have since made up. Great guy, actually. All a misunderstanding. We could even be said to be best friends at this point! I baked him a cake and all."

The cake was an unfortunate casualty of time travel, but Ravio didn't think that was relevant enough to mention.

Ravio paused, waiting for a response. He didn't need a verbal response, of course. A break in their pace so they could face each other and communicate would be just as wonderful.

But when no response came he couldn't help but feel a bit disheartened. This group of Links really were a bunch of tough nuts to crack.

Well if nothing else his adventures with Mr. Legend had given him some more confidence. If this weird Link didn't want him around he simply had to sign so and Ravio would go. But he didn't appreciate being ignored like the unwanted burr on the bottom of one's foot.

"Hey, wait." Reaching out towards his shoulder, Ravio had hoped to stop them and speak his mind. Instead he found himself on the sharp end of a blade.

Again.

Would this become a regular occurrence?

Thankfully for his heart the dagger was stowed away quickly, and Ravio barely had any time to experience the bone chilling terror of being threatened with his life.

'Sorry.' Signed the weird Link. Ravio thought his expression must have been something to get such a quick apology.

'I didn't hear you.'

"What?" Ravio blurted out, surprised.

The weird Link tapped his left hear. 'Can't hear this side. Talk on the right."

Oh. Oh!

Feeling a bit embarrassed at how quickly he was to upset, Ravio could notice now the precision-like attention Link had towards reading his lips.

"No problem!" He said. "Well I was terrified for a brief moment but it was also my fault for coming up behind you." Ravio chucked awkwardly, feeling out of sorts from his quick rush of fear, and just as quick reassurance.

The weird Link's eyes were focused on him with arrow-like precision. He felt a little exposed.

'Let's go.'

Ravio startled, but before he knew it the weird Link had grasped his hand, firmly yet gently, and led him off to the side of the market to sit in a quieter street. The Link sat across him and handed him a water flask that appeared seemingly out of thin air.

Ravio could feel himself steadily calm down, and with it came the embarrassment.

"Sorry for that." He rubbed the back of his head. "Everyone tells me I'm easily startled."

'My bad.' The weird Link signed. 'I shouldn't have attacked.'

"Oh. It's..." alright, Ravio wanted to say. It was an accident, and Ravio very clearly triggered a fighting response in the other boy. But still, it didn't feel alright at that moment. It just felt unfortunate and bad.

'You don't have to lie. I'm sorry for scaring you.'

The weird Link was very straightforward, Ravio thought, taking a sip of water to avoid replying. It made it hard to argue against him, but it was refreshing. A nice, clean apology.

Accidental knife drawing aside, Ravio felt that this Link was refreshing and likable.

"Sorry for startling you as well." Ravio replied politely. "I want to make sure I can avoid doing that in the future, if you don't mind telling me about your-" Ravio waved his fingers around his ears. "Hearing stuff."

The weird Link nodded - and Ravio really needed another nickname for this kid. It didn't feel nice to call him "the weird kid" forever, especially while talking to him.

The Link nodded. 'Don't come up from behind. Don't touch without warning. If you want my attention you can wave at me or talk from my right.'

Ravio almost wished he had paper to note this down on. He nodded enthusiastically. "So you can hear well out of your right side?"

The Link made a so-so gesture.

'I can hear. Not well. Can't hear at all from the left.'

Ravio understood. So he wasn't just ignoring the loud yells of the marketplace after all.

Ravio sat quietly, fiddling with the water flask in his hands. The Link relaxed in the silence, seemingly more than content to exist without conversing.

Eventually The Link struck up conversation again. Ravio couldn't help but suspect that it was for his own benefit.

'Do you want to know why I can't hear?'

"Well, only if you want to share." Ravio said. He was fine either way.

Weird Link shrugged, seemingly unconcerned.

'I don't care. People think it's a funny story.'

Ravio perked up. "Well I do love a funny story."

Weird Link nodded seriously like he had achieved a point in a task list.

Then he signed.

'Bomb mask.'

Ravio blinked, surprised. "Bomb mask?"

Weird Link nodded, expectant.

"What... is a bomb mask, if you don't mind my asking?"

'Mask goes on face. Then it explodes, like a bomb.' Ravio finally saw a change in expression when Weird Link made a little smile. 'Never run out of explosions.'

Feeling like he was missing something Ravio asked. "Wouldn't that hurt you?"

After a moment of contemplation he replied, 'little bit. Very loud.'

Ravio wasn't sure if he wanted to laugh or cry at the idea of repeatedly blowing up your own face. As an inventor he couldn't fathom what went into the design of such a thing.

But he did end up feeling better, to his surprise. The bizzare story finally let him relax out of the feeling of vigilance that followed him around so unpleasantly. Especially when he noticed the expectant look in the other boy's eyes, so earnest about trying to cheer him up with a story that wasn't funny outside of a morbid consideration, did Ravio end up laughing.

Weird Link relaxed imperceptibly.

'I thought I was dreaming,' he explained. Which made sense, Ravio thought, if you ignored the multitude of questions that explanation brought up. Who would think an injury could follow you out of a dream?

"So, Mr. Bomb Mask-"

The Link waved his hands and Ravio paused. 'I have over twenty.'

"Over twenty masks?" Ravio asked, impressed. Mr Multiple Masks nodded. "That's really cool! Do they all do something as interesting as blowing up?"

Mr Masks' eyes lit up.

#txt #mywriting #linkverse

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lumin3sc3 · 1 year

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Note: So I was trying to write myself fluff but it ended up being too long?! Anw first time writing for Childe, hope you guys enjoy :D

Warnings: Slight cursing at the start. Modern AU You two are in a relationship. Reader's gender is not mentioned so feel free to use whatever you like!

Also i kinda mixed up genshin au and modern au in the middle so if something seems weird in between thats why, sorry!

You and Him

You and Childe had decided to go to a cafe, considering it was a holiday for the both of you. Plus, your favorite café had a new drink on the menu, and all your friends were busy going on and on about how divine it tasted. So you decided to go out once you two had a free day, and Childe agreed to take you out as his treat! Isn’t that just the sweetest?

Now you two were sitting in the car idly, with the obnoxiously loud car horns blaring even through the rolled-up car windows. You could see Childe’s patience thinning as he tapped the steering wheel, letting out a frustrated sigh. You massage your temples with your fingers on your brow. An annoying driver behind you two was repeatedly honking his horn aggressively.

"Can he just shut the fuck up?! Is he blind, or can he not see the damn traffic? He isn’t the only one stuck in it, fucking idiot." Childe curses as he finally snaps; you were afraid his knuckles would turn white from how tight he was gripping the steering wheel.

"I’m sorry.." You apologize as you put your hand above his that rested on the wheel, stroking it soothingly in an effort to calm him down. You felt responsible in some way.

Childe turns to you and affirmatively squeezes your hand, "Hey! It’s not your fault! None of us could’ve known the traffic would be so heavy, don’t put yourself down for something you didn’t do..!"

"But.." You lower your gaze.

He sighs before hooking his finger under your chin, pulling it up to meet his smiling blue eyes that resembled azure skies. He gives you a loving kiss on the cheek, assuring you that it’s not your fault. The corner of your mouth tugs into a small smile at the gesture.

Soon the traffic dissipated, and you and Childe were able to continue your drive. Once you two had reached your destination, though... Another predicament fell upon the two of you.

The parking lot was full. It was so cluttered that it made you feel claustrophobic; you let out another exasperated sigh. Childe tries to lift your spirits by making an enthusiastic suggestion.

"How about... we park a bit farther? It’ll be slightly far away, but it's nice to have a walk every now and then!" He chirps.

You smile helplessly, no wonder you fell in love with him. He always managed to make you happy in whatever situation you were in, you adored that about him. You nodded encouragingly.

He soon finds a parking farther away, and you two get out of the car and start walking. A few minutes in, you feel a small drop of water on your face.

"Huh?"

You look at Childe and see the same reaction masking his face. You look up to see another drop falling.

Oh shit. Is it raining?

And, unfortunately, your guess was right. It was raining.

You facepalm, groaning.

"This has been the shittiest day so far, I swear."

"Nono! It’s fine, come on, let’s go back!" You could sense the slight hint of disappointment but he makes up for it with his cheery beam.

"But isn’t it too far away? We'll be completely soaked by the time we get there." You cast your gaze downward, visibly upset.

"No worries, love! I spotted a bench nearby, so we’ll go there for now, and don’t worry, I think it’ll cover us pretty well. So let’s get going, yeah?" He gestures for you to hold his hand, and you oblige.

His hand held yours securely, the familiar comforting warmth making you feel content. You were pretty tired with everything that happened today, but Childe made it feel much better.

He walked in quick strides once you two arrived at the bench he was referring to. You two sat on the bench, the quiet atmosphere surrounding both of you.

The sky was cloudy, with occasional rays of sunlight filtering through. It was painted a light gray, and the clouds were pouring beads of water down. The wind was slightly chilly; it occasionally brushed past your face, making you shiver slightly. Childe wraps his scarf around your neck, the scent and warmth enveloping you wholly.

"But what about you Childe..?" You ask him worriedly, but he laughs.

"Mere rain can't do anything to me! I’m stronger than I look!" He says puffing his chest in pride.

Your laughter stays prominent throughout the tranquil atmosphere. Childe’s gaze softens; he finds your laugh so endearing. Actually, scratch that, everything about you is so addictive and alluring. If words were to explain his feelings towards you, you probably couldn’t keep count. He adores your gentle laughter, fleeting touches, loving gazes, warm embraces, and—well, he could go on, but don't you think the word count would be much higher than expected?

Raindrops made a soft thudding sound on the trees above you before slipping and falling to the ground with a quiet plink!

Childe sighs as he stares at the kids dancing in the rain from afar, while their mothers were calling out their names in a very concerning manner.

"I’m sorry it didn’t work out how you wanted it to; I really wanted to make sure you would have a good day…" He sighs apologetically, gazing down at his reflection in the puddles formed in the grass.

"No, no! Actually, to be completely honest..." You take a deep breath before continuing.

"Perhaps it's a good thing this happened; it relieved my stress, and maybe this was exactly what I needed, not some drink at a cafe." You laugh quietly. He nods in agreement as the two of your synchronized laughters reverberate throughout, catching the gazes of a few people around you.

Though things didn’t work out as you two had planned, maybe it was for the best. It’s been long since you and Childe had a quiet moment like this. They say it’s the simple things in life, and in this case, you agree. The noises the raindrops made as they fell put you in a state of serenity; it made you feel gratified, leaving you at ease. Slowly, your eyes felt heavy as you drifted further away from reality, and into a deep slumber.

It isn’t until Childe feels something heavy fall on his shoulder that he turns towards you. He looks at you with the prettiest smile adorning his face, it was probably you, and only you, that could make his heart feel such a way.

The warm, fuzzy feelings, the ones that resemble what he feels when he’s at home with his siblings, near the fire, telling tales Or The same feeling he gets when he pulls Teucer, Tonia, and Anthon into a warm embrace. Long story short, it’s a sense of happiness because with you, he didn’t have to hide his feelings; he can be whoever he wants, and he knows you wouldn’t judge. He can be himself.

Though you were still asleep, you took his hand in yours, intertwining your fingers with his. A small smile decorates your face as you sigh in contentment. Childe gazes at you lovingly before pressing a small kiss on your forehead, wishing you a comforting slumber.

It was just you and Childe in the pouring rain. And you wanted nothing more than this.

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A/n: I keep getting carried away while trying to write short fics, I'll keep it in mind next time 😭. Well aware there isnt much going on for the plot but its just fluff so yes <3. If anything needs to be changed or there are errors, let me know!

Thanks for reading till the end, if you enjoyed the fic, rb's and interactions are appreciated! have a good day and take care <3!!

#genshin impact #genshin impact fanfics #genshin impact x reader #genshin fluff #childe #genshin childe #childe x reader #tartagalia x reader #tartagalia genshin impact

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slashersoul · 1 year

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All seeing eye

First piece in a while so I’m gonna be a bitttt rusty (ghostface x gn! Reader) (not proofread)

It was the middle of December. Christmas lights trickled from houses and carols were in full swing, it was a seasonal time that you honestly loved. The sweaters, the cookies, the movies, and the snow - Ugh! Everybody knew not to get you started on the angelic white heaven that coated your home and the ground.

“Yes mom all the doors are locked and Darla is inside, she’s right here.” you smiled and put the house phone to your dogs ear as she barked in response. “I’ll be alright, nobody’s here but me and Darla, but get some rest okay? I know you have that big meeting in the morning.”

Around this time every couple of years, your parents would have to leave for a business trip for a couple of weeks, leaving you, and your dog home alone for some time. You’ve grown accustomed to it after 2 years ago, so it’s less nerve racking this time.

“Okay, goodnight mom, tell dad I said goodnight too. Love you guys.” You hang up the phone while flicking through an old box of Christmas movies till you stumble across your favorite one - Black Christmas.

“Oh hell yeah.” You leave the phone on the couch while you go to push the cassette into the vcr as Darla sits by the door and whines.

“What’s wrong girl?” You get up, stretching as you walk to the kitchen, grabbing soda and some popcorn and m & m’s.

The phone rings while you are in the kitchen and you question who it could be. Mom and dad were asleep, most of your friends were at ski resorts or on vacation elsewhere. Really, who could it have been?

“Hello?” You pick up the phone, allowing it to be smushed down by your ear and rest on your shoulder as you sit on the couch while snacking.

“Hellooo-?” You drag out your greeting.

“Hello.” A gruff but smooth voice returns your message, it sounding muffled and silky. Your curiosity had risen.

“Hey who’s this? Weren’t you taught to not play on the phone, huh?” You snicker while eating popcorn and watching the movie, fascinated how the killer, Billy lenz stalks his victims.

“Can’t I have a little holiday fun once in a while?” He obviously sneered at your earlier comment.

“Mmm not while I’m trying to watch a movie.” You noticed how Darla was beginning to growl at your back door, shoving the curtain with her nose.

“What movie are you watching?” Your concentration is snapped to your dog as she claws at the door as if she wishes to be let outside.

“Darla! Sit!” She runs over and lies by your feet while wining loudly.

“I’m sorry about that. It’s a horror movie-”

You hear a thud from upstairs and hold your breath.

“Hey who are you-?” Grabbing an old fashioned letter opener shaped as a sword, you stand up.

“Don’t be scared don’t be scared,” his laugh is guttural and deep, “I’m not in your house.”

You sit back on the couch and put your feet up on the table while leaning your head back and closing your eyes while breathing deeply.

“I’ve been so anxious lately, there’s been this ghost face guy seen going around killing people. Mainly during Halloween but still, I have a right to be scared don’t you think?” You laugh to no voice on the other side of the line.

“Eh, hung up I guess.” Noticing Darla not being at your feet anymore, you stand up. “Darla?” You call out.

Looking at the tv, you see Billy lenz looking through the crack of a door, staring as if he was staring at you.

You walk away to go find Darla, still weirded out by the whole phone call, you don’t take your eyes off of the tv. You trip slightly over Darla who’s staring outside of the door.

“What are you-?” Before you can move the curtain, the phone rings again. You run to grab it. You practically jump over the couch to pick it up on the first ring.

“Hello?” You walk over to the door while waiting for a response on the phone.

“I’m outside.”

A fog escapes from the mouth of the elongated mask as the man speaks on the phone, and right in front of you.

Your stomach drops, all of the acid inside still feels like it’s lingering. Your lungs squeeze and go cold as your heart begins to burn. Your mouth goes dry and your legs feel as if they’re being sucked into the floor.

The coldness bouncing from the door kissing your face as you stand face to face with a killer.

It’s 3 in the morning so this isn’t proofread soooo yea I hope you enjoy! Also I do recommend Black Christmas as it’s a gut-wrenching holiday styled horror movie

Bye!（＾∇＾）

#ghostface x reader #christmas #x reader #horror #slasher x reader #slashers #ghostface

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Ooh ooh so Price tried to find the address on Selkie!Soap's file... What about Ghost? Maybe he wants to spend time on leave and lacking all social skills he just creeps on his file to find an address?

This is so funny because Ghost is a changeling in that au. He still has a home, but this is just... I like it.

Realized after writing part of this you meant Ghost creeps on Soap’s file. Thought you meant Price showing up to Ghost’s apartment to hangout. Disagreed with the idea of him having no social skills, but I was going to roll with it lol. My apologies, hope you like the result despite it not quite fitting the ask.

Price rechecked Soap's file. Yep. That was the address. He hated that kid sometimes. Sure enough, he was

Oh well, time to go to Ghost's apartment.

Price knocked on Ghost’s door and waited. He didn’t hear him inside but that didn’t mean anything.

“Ghost, its your captain.”

The door almost instantaneously opened. “Captain, new mission?” Ghost had his ski mask on.

“Thought you took it off on leave?”

“Put it back on when you knocked. What’s happening? New mission? Need something?”

“No. Just wanted to check on you.” Price smiled at him. “You doing okay?”

“Terrible. Bored.”

“Okay, do you want to do something with me?”

Ghost hesitated, eyes narrowing. “What?”

“Soap’s address on file doesn’t exist. Need help finding where he lives.”

Ghost was already pulling on a jacket. “Hell yeah. Let’s go.” He started pulling on his shoes.

Price looked inside, noticing the tons of plants and things everywhere. “How do you keep them alive?”

“I don’t. They’re fake.” Ghost stepped out. “So what do we know?”

“On file, he’s from Glasgow, but his plane dropped him off in Edinburgh. The address on file leads to an abandoned home that hasn’t been safe to live in since before Johnny was even born. It’s a roughly 5 hour drive.”

“You have your car?”

“Course. We’ll have a road trip.”

Ghost, after two hours of them driving while listening to songs from the 80′s, the only music both of them listened to, got the idea to call Soap. Straight to voicemail the first time. The second time, a lady answered. Ghost put it on speakerphone.

“Hello?” The lady asked. “Who is this?”

They looked at each other. “Uh... Yeah. This is his Captain. From work.”

“Oh! Yes, he mentioned if you called to tell him. Is something wrong?”

“We’re coming to see him. Urgently.” Ghost spoke instead of Price.

“Ah.” She sounded the tiniest bit panicked. “What city are you two in?”

“We’re two hours from Edinburgh.” Price thought that would cut some time.

“Yes. Well, I’m his Máthair and he’s staying with me for the time being. I haven’t been feeling too well. I’ll send you our address.”

“Thank you.” Price heard the dial tone before he finished. “Weird.”

“Something is definitely wrong.” Ghost said immediately. “How fast can you drive?”

Price turned off his cruise control and slammed on the gas.

Soap’s hair was wet when they got there. “Sorry, just got out the water guys.” He smiled, looking completely normal.

Price stared at him. “You... alright?”

“Yeah, was just at the beach and didn’t want to deal with my phone. You guys good?”

Ghost stared at his chest and Price realized Soap was shirtless. He hit Ghost to make him stop staring and nodded.

“yeah, we’re fine. Your address is wrong.”

“Oh? That it? Yeah, I’m going to be staying here on my leaves for a while. Just to help my Mam out.” Soap smiled. “Could’ve just texted me.”

Price shrugged. “Oh... You know...” Look, maybe he was just bored out of his mind like Ghost. “Thought I’d drop by?”

Soap looked at him oddly before turning to Ghost, seeing he wasn’t there. He had wandered over to where Soap’s mom was and she already had baby pictures out.

“I hate both of you so much.”

“Sorry, kid.”

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