#i'm not sure to write it
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Genin Sasuke, Neji, Sakura, Naruto, Rock Lee, have a passion by the reader and discover the reader is an Uchiha
[ 🌸 ] i was listening to lana del rey while i was writing this, maybe that's why it's so confusing and distressing... mmmhh
characters: sasuke uchiha;; neji hyuga;; sakura haruno;; naruto uzumaki;; rock lee;; some character mentions?
genre: bad romantic comedy with possible melancholy in the middle- in short angst and fluff
warnings: fem!reader, possible lesbian relationship?, possible endings with an open ending for a sequel that might never come... by the way- endings without a certain ending is a warning?
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𝑺𝑼𝑴𝑴𝑨𝑹𝒀: 𝘞𝘰𝘶𝘭𝘥 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘵𝘦𝘭𝘭 𝘺𝘰𝘶𝘳 𝘣𝘪𝘨𝘨𝘦𝘴𝘵 𝘴𝘦𝘤𝘳𝘦𝘵 𝘵𝘰 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘱𝘦𝘳𝘴𝘰𝘯 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘭𝘰𝘷𝘦?
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-okay
-let's imagine this:
-let's say your mother was an uchiha and she left konoha long before the massacre happened.
-Meet your father fall in love blah blah blah
-so years later your mother dies due to a terminal illness, leaving you alone with your father, who already knows that your mother was an uchiha and consequently knows that you are half-uchiha.
-Leaving that side already covered we can continue!
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sasuke uchiha
-He was on a two-month mission with his team
-And trying to get away from the world (also from his team) he goes to the forest to walk
-That's when he sees you
-You, being so beautiful and oblivious to the world around you, are making a pretty flower crown.
-At first, Sasuke is surprised by how black your hair is. If the uchihas hadn't been slaughtered, he would easily think you're an uchiha, but that would be impossible.
-He didn't even notice when you noticed his presence
-You only thought it was weird, but, you tried not to judge.
-Being the wonderful person that you are, you started a small conversation with him.
-Sasuke thought you just wanted to flirt with him, which luckily for him didn't happen.
-So he agreed to talk to you
-For Sasuke time was passing slowly, but when he saw the sky again he realized that; the sky that was once brilliant blue was orange announcing sunset.
-With a goodbye, both promised to see each other another day
-He enjoyed your company, he hadn't had a good talk with someone for a long time, pfff-
-and the frequent meetings in the forest began
-sasuke would tell you about this annoying boy/rival/companion for him, sometimes he would tell you about this weird or annoying girl and sometimes when he looked somewhat frustrated he would talk about his teacher/sensei who always read that strange book.
-you started enjoying his nonsense talk, and god you never interrupted him
-because gosh, it cost him to open up to you like this
-until one day you did not arrive at the meeting place
-another week passed
-simply, you had not arrived at the usual meeting place because a relative of yours somewhat distant, but that you loved very much had arrived in the village, so you had not had time to meet with your new mysterious friend
-Anyway
-When your distant relative left you went to the forest again, and you saw him again, this time he seemed to be looking for something with his eyes until he saw you and approached you
"Why didn't you come earlier? I thought something happened to you"
-eh?
-Was he looking for you...?, oh my- he was looking for you!
"a-ah- sorry"
-it was really fun talking to him, you noticed
-you knew him for such a short time, but it seemed like you knew him for a long time
-as if you already knew him before, maybe in another life?
-and guess what~ young crush!
-you are like fools you know?-but you are fools in love!
-yes, sasuke fell in love with you too- but he's in denial, can you believe it?
-anyway
-sasuke accompanies you to your house one night, there was only a week left before he left and returned to his village.
-but he wants to spend as much time as he can with you
-Also, he wants to see if he can take you and your family with him, because God forbid- he loves you and doesn't want to let you go anymore.
-You also know that soon he will go to his town, and it is very likely that you two will never see each other again. Which only makes you happy, as you can't bear to look him in the eye without being able to tell him the truth.
-You had noticed it the first time you saw the back of his T-shirt. The uchiha symbol. The bitter feeling of seeing the last survivor of a massacre was present, it was also the knowledge that you couldn't fall in love or get attached to him. You, you just couldn't do it, you knew how dangerous it would be if someone knew, what they would do to you if someone knew, the danger that everyone close to you would be in
-but, despite that, you had failed miserably. you had fallen in love with him.
-And that's how on that same night you two realize that you don't want to let go.
"Y/N"
You turned to see him confused, they were both practically in front of your house inadvertently you two got closer, until your faces were close
It was like a gentle touch.
Almost like two lovers who meet again after a long time without seeing each other.
Sasuke was the first to speak. you could see everything in those dark young eyes of his, the fear of ruining the silent but so beautiful moment that both of you were having was big “do you think- we'll meet again?”
Fearing to ruin the moment as well, You lied, because you knew that if you told the truth it would break you and you would break him, “yes, I think so. and you?"
“I think the same…”
The little kiss that followed made you feel like you were floating in heaven.
Really magical, like a fairy tale- a fairy tale that would end very badly sooner or later.
And at first, it all felt like a silly, young crush to you. But, now everything felt so real to the point where you didn't know what to do anymore. And when the two of you pulled away to breathe, you wished it was all a bad dream, but you knew it was all real and there was no going back.
Perhaps, the most surprising thing was that you were accepting it... gosh, you were accepting these feelings despite the danger that would come when the truth came out! You really were insane.
The small moment was cut short with Sasuke's gasp of surprise.
you didn't realize.
you didn't even notice.
but due to the strong emotions you were feeling right now- you had awakened the famous sharingan.
. - . - .
neji hyuga
-proud boy
-like my pretty boy from up
-hahahha~
-He thinks that with his Byakugan he can discover all the secrets that people hide
-but
-The only problem he couldn't solve was you.
-there was something in you from the first time he saw you entering the gates of konoha
-you were hiding something in yourself
-but he always wondered what your secret was
-in secret he considers you the great mystery of the world
-guess who was the first of you two to approach, lmao
-honestly, his arrival took you by surprise
-Like, you were in this famous ramen restaurant when this rather attractive boy with pale eyes approaches you. At first, you thought he was blind but shhh don't tell him
-You think he's lost, but no!
-he just asks your name, then he makes a strange comment and then he leaves, and you're like: “🧍🏻♀️???- mmh 'kay, see u”
-yes, that was what happen lmao
-anyway
-both of you meet again a few days later
-To this day, Neji continues to ensure that he only passed by the ramen restaurant by coincidence. Liar was just passing by because he wanted to see if he could see you again.
-when you see him, you call him to eat together- You don't know why, but you feel that he needs some company and maybe just to chat, maybe because you always see him bitter?
-You don't know it, but it doesn't matter because he's getting closer to you. Suddenly, you two start such a lovely and warm conversation.
-well- you talk and he just listens, which is great because you're sharing the best gossip anyone could ever hear.
-neji won't admit it and never will, but he secretly loves gossip. don't tell him that I told you
-after that pleasant meeting and let the days go by, both meet again. strangely not in the ramen restaurant
-you met in the small library that is always empty after five in the afternoon
-he was going for a taijutsu book, and you were just going to read something interesting, maybe a great series of your favorite genre?
-neji being the cocky kid that he is, questions you about your reading
-and you, being the person you are, you start a good argument about why the genre you read is so great and why he should read it.
-which he strangely agrees, maybe you did a good job making that argument?
-You recommend the first fiction book you read and he with a pout grabbed it.
-Surprisingly, you and neji see each other again after four days, and this time to your surprise he already finished the book
-and with a small blush, he asks you to recommend another book. The blush is because he is embarrassed that he liked the book you recommended, lmao
-you access, practically visits to the library become common
-sometimes you just eat together in the small ramen restaurant, other times you just walk and talk, sometimes he accompanies you to the house where you stay, and in a cute way, he waits patiently with his hands in his pants until you come in and close the door. And sometimes you both just read together like nerds.
-neji finds out that you are just visiting Konoha and that you will be leaving soon
-his stomach falls
-he feels cold, is this fear?
-no, no, it can't be
-neji hyuga afraid? Is this a joke?
-but as the days go by, he feels worse
-the idea of perhaps not seeing you anymore, of not hearing you anymore, torments him
-He doesn't want to let you go, but maybe if he manages to convince you... you'll stay, right?
-so two days before you leave he's going to look for you
-stars twinkle in the sky when he softly hits your window
-You, clearly sleepy, open the window while you rub one of your eyes sleepily.
"neji?" you asked surprised to see him outside your window "what are you doing here?"
For a moment he couldn't answer, he realized that he had come without any words to begin with. He had to form a good argument to make you stay.
He had to-
"neji?"
"I do not want you to go…"
"wh-what?"
There was no turning back. Taking a deep breath and taking something of value as well, he spoke, "I love you, and I don't want you to go."
You remained silent, it was something to be expected, what Neji did not expect was that the small tears began to fall from your beautiful eyes.
"I can't-"
huh?, couldn't you…-stay?, or couldn't you return his feelings?
"what?"
"-I..." you had also taken a deep exhalation, perhaps- were you afraid?
"Neji, I love you too, I really do, but- I can't stay". Oh, you were hugging him, “I really love you neji. But there's something I haven't told you before, and I'm afraid of what might happen if I tell you…-"
Was… Was this about your secret? "-It doesn't matter"
"eh?"
This time he hugged you, "It doesn't matter, whatever ails you, I'll protect you from it."
From Neji's point of view, it was just him wanting to help the person he fell in love with. But, from your point of view, he did not understand the magnitude of your problem.
“Y/N?”
The blood of the Uchihas ran through your veins, just- what had you gotten yourself into?
"Neji, listen i-"
You watched as his beautiful white eyes stared back at you curiously. And you knew it... This was going to be a long night. The problem is, if you could really tell him the truth, could you or would you run like you always did?
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sakura haruno
-she didn't know what to think the first time she met you
-jealous for how pretty you looked? Or admiration?
-perhaps both sensations were mixed together
-or maybe not, it doesn't matter
-Her reasoning is that as long as you don't take an interest in Sasuke everything is fine lmao
-That is, until you approach her to talk to her
-sakura is on a mission of several months with her team
-She had only gone for a walk, she didn't know the town that well
-and apparently neither do you, because you were asking her if she knew where such a library was
-Eventually she accompanies you
-she swears her heart isn't beating like crazy. Liar
-When both of you arrive, and you thank her, sakura could agree that this time her heart was beating like crazy… but only once
-anyway
-the next time you both meet is in the park
-she's just admiring the flowers when you suddenly arrive, shouting her name as you run towards her
-She might have thought you were crazy, but no!
-you were just happy to meet again with someone as great as her
-you two talk more than the last time they met
-The Flowers that surrounded both of you had not fully bloomed yet, they were still pretty buds
-as the days passed sakura changed, just like the flowers did too
-and as the days passed, the flowers had bloomed just like sakura had done emotionally
-little by little you made her see that she was someone beautiful not ugly, you helped her to love every part of herself instead of expecting the boy she thought she was in love with to love her
-She was realizing that the feelings she felt towards Sasuke were fading
-and all those feelings were going to you.
-But the fear appeared, were these feelings wrong?
-Was it wrong to love someone of your same-sex?
-But, despite the fear that just thinking about what could happen if you found out about her feelings caused her- Sakura knew that you would never hurt her.
-because when she was with you, she felt like she could do anything and still be vulnerable.
-felt like she could be herself, not pretend to be someone else.
-without knowing it, you also feel the same for her.
-One day Sakura finally steels herself to confess to you.
-the sun had begun to hide when sakura stops you from leaving
“Y/N… I have something to tell you”
"Hmm?"
"I...-" she still had doubts if these feelings were okay to have, Sakura felt her heart tremble, but, despite being afraid she wanted to bring these feelings out, "I- I think I love you"
For your part, you didn't know what to say.
What?- what could you say to her, what could you do?
The blood of an almost extinct clan was in your veins, what are you supposed to do now?
If you decide to stay with her… you could put her in danger. If you feign disgust towards her, will she ever forgive you? Will you ever forgive yourself?
“Y/N?”
"I…"
Could you tell her the truth you were trying so desperately to hide from the world?
"I have something to tell you…"
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naruto uzumaki
-my pretty hyperactive boy
-I love him <3
-it's like a little sun, lmao
-anyway
-you were visiting the town where your mother grew up
-when you feel hungry and decide to find something to eat
-While walking, you come across this ramen restaurant and decide to enter
-it was not a bad idea to enter this place
-the design of the restaurant looked great -you sit while you wait for your food
-You're just sitting thinking about which part of town to visit
-when this super loud blonde boy walks in
-sits next to you and orders a colossal bowl of ramen with lots of pieces of pork
-You think that after ordering his food he would remain silent- you underestimated him
-He turns to you and starts talking to you.
-you can't help but talk too
-Eventually, your food arrives and you start eating
-Perhaps the funny thing is that while you two eat, you don't stop talking
-but it's so nice
-You haven't had a good conversation since you came to this town
-you definitely needed it
-anyway
-both separate to go home, but not before saying your names
-some days go by where you don't know anything about each other
-somehow strange, you can't stop thinking about the guy from the restaurant
-so hoping to see him again, you return to the ramen restaurant
-To your surprise you see him sitting there in one of the chairs, he looked a little pensive, which seemed strange for someone like him. But, when he saw you, like magic, his little eyes came alive again and a big smile appeared on his face.
-somehow that encourages you even more to sit next to him, thus starting another conversation that you could swear could last hours
-It felt good, you noticed. Talk to someone other than your father
-the days passed the somewhat frequent visits to the restaurant were the highlight of your week
- little by little the meetings also began to be in random places
-sometimes both of you would walk for hours aimlessly, you guys got lost once in the woods 💀 lmao
-Eventually, the “big day” came
-in which you would visit the uchiha compound
-the place where your family was massacred- well, your mother's family
-in the back of your mind you were grateful that your mother died a few years before the massacre occurred, you were sure that although she was on bad terms with her clan, deep in her heart she still loved and appreciated them
-It was strange, being in a place that was once your mother's home and that of other people, people who no longer existed.
-A voice distracted you. Aa- someone was asking you your reason for being in this place.
-you turned to see the person with the mysterious voice -was a man with gray hair
“Will you tell me why you are here?”
"Aa... sorry-" were you going to tell him the truth that you were hiding since the day you found out?- no, it was a bad idea. If you did, you would put yourself and your father in danger.
You chose to lie.
Looking ahead, at the abandoned houses, you spoke, "someone important to me used to live here..."
The man looked at you with sympathy now, you turned to him and asked "and you?"
He looked grim now, almost sad, but the mask did well to hide his face from you. Something that did not happen with Naruto, he was like an open book "a friend lived here before and-" it seemed that he was taking a breath or strength to speak "a student of mine too"
You didn't know how to ask the following, “your student and friend – did they die?”
"My student doesn't… but, I hope to save him-, since I couldn't do it with my friend"
With that, the mystery man left. The green vest and the badge with the village logo told you that he was a ninja, he was a grown man. And surely, with so much death and blood on his hands, you felt sorry for him.
You realized how short life was and how miserable you would be if Naruto disappeared from your life. You plucked up your courage. Perhaps you would be brave enough to tell him that you loved him, and perhaps you would be braver in the future to tell him about the blood that ran through your veins.
Running through the dark streets of the city, you visualized it.
You were about to get to him when you saw him hugging a pink haired girl. You froze, Naruto, did he love someone?
Gosh, what were you supposed to do now?
Run? Or wait until they finished hugging, so you could tell him how you felt?
No, you couldn't tell him you loved him if he loved someone else. Your poor heart wouldn't take it.
The most feasible thing would be to run, return to your father's arms.
But, if only you had stayed longer. If you had only listened to the promises they both had made, you would have realized that Naruto was only promising the girl in his arms that he would do his best to bring back her lover.
And perhaps if you had noticed the discreet glances he gave you sometimes, you would have realized his feelings for you and the truth that had already been discovered by the demon inside of him.
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rock lee
-my pretty boy
-would be a good boyfriend lmao
-anyway
-he met you while on his way to one of the training parks
-it was about five in the morning and the sun had not even started to rise
-but god… -you looked so beautiful under the moonlight
-he didn't know how to talk to you and he got nervous
-I didn't know whether to start a conversation with you with a "good morning!" or "the sky is beautiful this morning!"
-and he was so nervous, he said: "morning beautiful!"
-You turned to look at him, confused.
-and for once in his life, poor rock lee wanted the ground to swallow him up
-but that would be impossible lmao!
-anyway
-you laugh, you're laughing!
-you are not walking away from him while saying “weird” or something hurtful
-but while you're laughing he notices that your cheeks are a little stained
-As… if you had been crying
-although that would be impossible, it means- you look so happy now
-but despite wanting to know the reason for your tears, he doesn't ask
-still he asks your name
-and he gives you his name in an extravagant way so you won't forget it
-not that you can do it
-but unfortunately you have to go
-you have things to do -like sleeping, for example
-you say goodbye and go
-he doesn't see you again until a week later
-rock lee was thinking about you, when he sees you entering a restaurant
-happy to see you again, says goodbye to his teammates
-and left before they could properly say goodbye to him 💀
-You are barely sitting at one of the local tables when he abruptly enters the door
-asks if he can sit with you, to which you agree
-surprisingly start a good conversation
-even while both eat, the good vibes do not go out
-a few days later he invites you to watch him train, to which you agreed
-it was amazing
-you had never seen a shinobi up close training
-Although your mother's family was a clan of shinobis, you never had any interest in being one.
-It was one of those days when you asked him: “what does it feel like to be a shinobi?”
-to which he replied: “it's like living great. You always have to protect and fight for your teammates, and loved ones."
-it was not the answer you expected, but you appreciated it anyway
-Is that what the people of your mother's clan thought? Protecting and fighting for your friends and loved ones?
-even though those thoughts confused you, you accepted them, maybe in the future you would understand
-the "dates" (as rock lee called them in his mind), had become frequent
-You got to know him better, and he got to know you
-it was just a bit chaotic when you guys were together
-but you enjoyed it somehow
-he was someone fun to be with
-he even once asked you to be his girlfriend
-you wanted to laugh at how sincere he was, but you didn't
-little by little, small romantic feelings were emerging from you
-and those who were in rock lee just be stepping up even more
-one day he wants to declare to you
-without his knowledge, you also want to do it
-but, the fear begins to consume you
-And if something happens to Rock Lee, knowing that the blood of an entire clan was almost extinct ran through your veins?
-but... if you were honest you were a little tired of continuing to hide who you were
-You knew it was a bit silly to want to confess to at least someone of your origins.
-wanting someone to know the truth besides your father
-But, you knew that Rock Lee wouldn't tell anyone.
-you trusted him
The sun was at its highest
You could see the blue sky with clouds that looked like big fluffy cotton balls. Rock Lee had finished his afternoon exercises and was drinking water. You secretly wondered if it would be a good idea to tell him the truth.
Maybe, just maybe, this will stay between the two of you, right?
"Rock Lee?". You would, you would trust him. Just like your mother trusted your father a long time ago.
He had stopped drinking water to turn to look at you, "Mmm?"
"I…"
#I know it got a little out of control whoops#Also#I feel like the only “good” ending was Rock Lee's mmmhh#'summertime sadness' was the song I heard by the way#it's so beautiful and glorious-#and then i heard 'yes to heaven' while writing the naruto part and it was so cruel#because reader thought he didn't choose her but he did!#say yes to heaven!!!#say yes to me!!!#sorry-#luckily guys- i was thinking about a part two but hmm#i'm not sure to write it#lmaoo#sakura#neji#naruto#sasuke#rock lee#naruto headcanons#naruto scenarios#naruto uzumaki x reader#sakura x reader#sasuke x reader#neji x reader#rock lee x reader#sakura haruno x reader#sasuke uchiha x reader#neji hyuuga x reader
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Mild act 2 Durge spoilies
My Dark Urge has been vehemently denying any thoughts of bloodlust to their companions and has hiddentheir evil deeds whenever possible (threw a certain body in the river and played dumb about where they went, for example) so imagine my shock when everyone knew about his deep dark secret after the most harrowing night of his life.
#the dark urge#bg3#baldurs gate 3#astarion ancunin#comic#astarion#My durge is a tiefling named “Nice” and its his virtue name which i think is funny#He's fully fallen for Astarion's act because the brain damage made him naive#Astarion tolerates it for the canon reasons but I'm pretty sure Nice writes just real dogshit poetry about him
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The contradictions in Eddie Diaz have sucked me in, I'll admit. He gives great insightful life and love advice that he takes none of. He's former Texan army with a silver star— an all American hero — but only enlisted to run from his responsibilities. He's a Paramedic who joined Fight Club. A self-sacrificing single father who somehow leads a double life as a high roller. He has to be dragged into any new romance kicking and bitching but once there will pleasantly play house (right up until he does something dramatic to blow it all up). He obviously has commitment issues but has no problem emotionally and legally committing to his best friend. He doesn't believe in religious indoctrination or the supernatural but is very Catholic. He's Latinx and speaks fluent Spanish yet claims to watch Telenovelas for no reason other than to 'practice Spanish'. He's a regular, mentally stable guy. He's the least normal of them all, nor is he anywhere close to mentally stable.
#eddie diaz#911#911 show#911 spoilers#edmundo diaz#i love him#a great character#because the writing gets wild and weird with him#i'm not sure if it's purposefully or not#i forgot to mention how he lies to his therapist to sound more put together than he is#maintaining the image of himself over working through his mess#but has a full on breakdown in buck and chris's presence
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The Fall of the House of Usher
1.08 | The Raven (2023)
#the fall of the house of usher#tfothou spoilers#mike flanagan#carla gugino#kyliegh curran#tfothou#lenore usher#verna#tfothouedit#dailynetflix#dailyflicks#thehauntingsource#mygifs#i was doing fine (ish)#not as much ugly crying as the other flanagan shows#but then this scene wrecked me#the fact that death was so kind to make sure lenore knew she made a difference ughhhhh idk it did something to me#the hand at the end.... the way you can feel it costed death to take lenore - BRILLIANT WRITING#also the layers of carla's acting!!! give her all the awards i'm so serious
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Missed drawing these two too
Bonuses
#rendoc#still thinking about them a lot#always#hermitshipping#sorry for the weird empty area in the first one. It was my attempt to make it take up less of people's timelines#this art is so embarrassing lol but man I like when Doc's drawn as a big goat man I have no defense I plead the fifth#or well at least it becomes embarrassing when its. shippy#whatever Tumblr people are usually cool so here goes!!#I am 99% a fluff and hurt/comfort person. Idc how frisky these guys get in fanon all I can ever think of is fluff sorry#Also contemplated implementing Doc's accent into the dialogue but I am forever paranoid of offending someone lol#idk how to write accents etc but you guys will make it sound fine in your heads I'm sure#hermitblr#tubby art
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another one that I'm not super happy with, but continuing to mess with it isn't going to help! so here he is! 🦇 there was a lot I was trying to get across in this one, so uhhhhh hopefully it reads.
we're almost out of unique magics now...just Ace (and maybe Grim?) left!
#art#twisted wonderland#twisted wonderland spoilers#twisted wonderland episode 7 spoilers#twisted wonderland book 7 spoilers#unique magic posters#drawing lilia slightly more on-model than i usually do feels so wrong#i just want to draw the tallest spikes#lilia: (writing down his height) 5'6“...5'2” in a hat#(actually i'm pretty sure he would just write 'fun-size' but i digress)#anyway lilia. hey lilia. your magic is not cradle-specific so WHY is it called that#did it come in like 'so in like 500-ish years we're going to have a significant moment with a cradle. just trust me bro.'#'in the meantime enjoy having the weirdest magic name ever'#probably came in useful for raising kids though#don't put that in your mouth don't you know where it's BEEN#because i do#(long stare off into middle distance) i know where it's been
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Best used for mid to long fic where there's a strong premise and follow through. Especially good for AUs. Can be expanded for more complex plots or used multiple times in one summary for multiple characters or subplots.
Option 4 - The Sitcom One-Liner:
"The one in which [over simplified description of one of the main plotlines]" This is essentially 'boil your plot down to the very simplest statement you can, oversimplify if possible. The more bizarre or unhelpful the better.
Example:
"The one in which Blorbo learns to like cake".
Best used for fics with at least a little humour in them.
Option 5 - The Rule of Three:
Three is a magic number. Find three key moments in your fic and just list them. That's it. Often ends with 'not necessarily in that order' if used for comic effect. If it's an AU, establish that quickly (i.e. 'Star NHL player Blorbo…').
Example:
"Blorbo makes a friend, falls in love, and almost burns to death, not necessarily in that order."
Best used for anything, really. Three is a magic number. The human brain loves things that come in threes.
Option 6 - The Trope Lure:
Why bother describing the plot? We all know AO3 readers are here for the tropes. Similar to The Sitcom One-Liner just using tropes instead of plot. Often followed by the phrase 'that nobody asked for'.
Example:
"The Space western / A/B/O / Mail Order Bride fic that nobody asked for."
Often tacked on to the end of The Hook or The Excerpt as a tl;dr.
Best used for fic that plays its tropes straight with no shame or second guessing.
Option 7 - The Pre-emptive Strike:
(Not recommended) You just wrote this fic, the self doubt is consuming you. You feel the need to apologise profusely for your existence for no apparently reason. You feel cringe, you think the fic is cringe, you want everyone to know that you think the fic is cringe in case they don't like it and judge you for it.
Example:
"So I fell in love with this pairing and had to write this. It's weird and terrible. Lol! I suck at summaries! Sorry!"
Best used for no fics ever. I cannot stress this enough.
(Seriously, I am begging you, don't do this. If you're planning to use this option, rethink it and do one of the others. I guarantee you more people will want to read your fic.)
Sometimes added on to any other summary as a strange disclaimer. (srsly. don't.)
Option 8 - The Unapology:
Embrace the mayhem, embrace the deep dark depths of your soul. The opposite of The Pre-emptive Strike. A combination of The No Frills and The Trope Lure that truly gives no fucks.
You have committed crimes and you are proud of them. You know what your USP is and you're going to make sure your target market finds you. Look upon my works, ye readers, and despair!
Example:
"There aren't enough tentacle fics in this pairing, so I had to write one myself!"
Best used for fics with controversial/polarising tropes with all relevant details already clearly stated in the tags.
Option 9 - The Interrogation:
What if you wrote a summary entirely in questions? What if your readers had to read the fic to discover the answers? Who knows what will happen if you do this?
Example:
"What happens when Blorbo McBlorbo gets his wish and Daisy doesn't make it to the plane on time? What happens when Obrolb finds out? How will this change Daisy and Blorbo's friendship?"
Best used for... I honestly don't know. This style of summary does not vibe with me. Mystery fic maybe? Sorry guys.
Option 10 - The Multipack:
Got a bunch of shorter fics in one work? No way of summarising them all without a wall of text larger than the Great Wall of China? This one is similar to The No Frills in that you're not describing the plots themselves and similar to The Trope Lure in that often broader genres and tropes are mentioned. What links those fics? Are they all in the same fandom? The same pairing? The same challenge? Just slap that right in the summary. A chapter list with 1-2 word trope/pairing summaries can be included or not.
Example:
"A collection of Blorbo/Daisy/Obrolb fics based on Tumblr prompts.
Chapter 1: Regency AU
Chapter 2: Werewolves vs vampires
Chapter 3: Ghost!Daisy
Chapter 4: Space pirates!"
Best used for (obviously) works that are compilations of fic.
Option ? - The Void:
I said The Excerpt was the quickest and easiest summary to do. I lied, well... I didn't exactly lie. What is quicker and easier than not having a summary at all? After all, that's what the tags are for.
Example:
Best used for... nothing? Write a summary, guys. Please?
#AO3#fandom#on writing#clearing out my drafts#long post#Qd#This list is intended for entertainment purposes only#I just came across a lot of fic summaries that followed similar rules#so I decided to post this about it#I'm sure other options are available#If you've ever used number 7 that's not bad of you#But my advice would be to not do that
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poll time!
*for context: usually I disagree with this practice and think things like [prompt] month fills should be standalone works in a collection/series. but I have a hunch people might feel differently about drabbles since they're so short.
I’m genuinely curious about this, but also I’ve been writing a lot of drabbles here on tumblr and I’m on the fence about sharing them anywhere else. thanks for voting and reblogging!
#fandom#ao3#writing#tumblr polls#I'm sure as soon as I post this I'll think of other/better poll options but such is life
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"Do you understand? When I am done telling you these stories, when you're done listening to these stories, I am no longer I, and you are no longer you. In this afternoon we briefly merged into one. After this, you will always carry a bit of me, and I will always carry a bit of you, even if we both forget this conversation."
– Hao Jingfang, "Invisible Planets," in Invisible Planets: Contemporary Chinese Science Fiction in Translation, tr. & ed. Ken Liu
#do you understand this??#besties I'm back and now I'll make sure to post here regularly hehe#also i passed my semester with such a good gpa#dark academia#light academia#excerpts#fragments#poetry#books & libraries#romanticism#spilled thoughts#words#spilled ink#writing#hao jingfang
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Crocodad AU where immidiately after having left Dragon and his baby boy Crocodile finds an 11 year old Robin. And while he's 100% only recruiting her so they can make a beeline for the Poneglyph and Pluton in Alabasta by the two of them... Crocodile accidentally sorta kinda adopts Robin.
At this point Robin's been running for her life from the Government for three years so her deep trust issues and fear of betrayal are starting to take root in her little heart. Like perhaps they haven't taken fully over yet, and being still a child I'm sure Robin might've still had that genuine hope that she could find a safe place to stay in. But I'm sure the though of "what'll he'll do with me once he gets what he wants?" would be nagging at her at the back of her mind.
Meanwhile Crocodile's struggling between the pain and hurt he's already gone through and given him his trademark trust issues, as well as the aftermath of The Dragodile Divorce. But he also has his Fresh Paternal Instincts and probably misses his baby. So when given a small, scared child who is running for her life, being chased by the very same Government that'll want his son dead if they ever find out about him... Yeah that might fuck with your brain a little
You know this post was supposed to be just that first paragraph and just a few footnotes from the following two paragraphs. And then I kept on Having Thoughts. And I kept on writing them down. And oh no what happened when did this post get so long (Look I was going to either kept on writing my Additional Thoughts in the tags or I just put them in the actual fucking post)
Like considder this: based on this one SBS, we can kinda tell that if Crocodile was given a chance to raise a child, that child would be a spoiled little shit, right
So in this scenario, where Crocodile's looking after lil Robin, would he be kind of torn? Unsure how to feel about her?
Because on one hand, this strange child would have the potential to not only ruin his plans, strip him of his Shichibukai Privileges by outing him and his plans to the World Government, but also put his son in grave danger by extension (if she found out about him having been involved with the Revolutionaries and/or having a child).
But on the other hand, his paternal instincts could make him want to spoil this poor little girl rotten. But only because he needs to (perhaps literally) buy her trust so she'll behave. No other reason, he doesn't feel sorry for her one bit, no sirree. (But maybe he did feel sorry for her, since his son could very well end up exactly like her. Poor little thing) (Which is why he needs to nuke Marijoa out of orbit as soon as possible, no matter the cost, and this child can't get in the way of Crocodile protecting his son) (But also this is a child. Like how bad could she be. Besides all he really needs to do to win her trust is be nice and make her feel safe, right?)
Of course, while I'm suggesting Crocodile could have some parental instincts, realistically, he hasn't actually spent any time being, you know, a father to a child (looking after his newborn for an unknown though short amount of time aside), so it's possible he wouldn't even know how to parent Robin even if he wanted to, would he? (Like taking care of a newborn and an 11 year old kid aren't the same either) So if he was kind of just emotionally flipflopping between No Trusting Ever and It's Just A Kid for God's Sake, Crocodile trying to be nice to Robin to make her feel safe and then telling himself to stop being so soft and vunerable... Yeah that would make for an absolute mess of a relationship.
(Not to mention, let's be real, dude's a scary motherfucker too, and a bloody giant compared to itty bitty baby Robin. He could keep on accidentally scaring the shit out of Robin (who would be On Fucking Edge To Begin With) by just Being Himself. Like for example, can you fucking imagine if he caught Robin trying to cheer herself up with a little "dereshishishi" only to tell her to stop because "it was stupid"? 'Cause I can imagine him doing that, and boy howdy would that make Robin feel bad)
Or who knows, maybe Crocodile was just Born To Be A Dad, maybe he just Fucking Gets It. Like Crocodile is canonically pretty good at manipulating people to do what he wants them to do (see: how he played Vivi like a fiddle), so knowing Robin's position and understanding how she feels, maybe he COULD completely nail how she needed to be treated. Not being too familiar but still making her feel safe and happy, knowing exactly when to be stern and when to spoil her, etc. Dude just goes off and wins the Dad of the Year Award while being a deadbeat dad himself.
The only thing Crocodile would have to worry about then would be making sure HE doesn't get too fond of her. And certainly that could never happen, he's so in-touch with his own feelings and so grounded, he's not a softie, get outta here. Or maybe he does but never realizes until it's too late and good luck backpedalling on those emotions now dumbass
Alright so, the reason I went on that whole rmble is just that like. I'm so interested in the relationship Robin and Crocodile already have in canon. I'm so facinated and curious about how the two feel about each other, considdering they did spend 4 whole years of their lives together as criminal business partners, though neither ever trusted the other. A partnership that was only ended because Robin betrayed Crocodile, out of her own trauma. (God, I want to see these two "reunite" so bad, I want to know how they feel about each other now after the timeskip and Robin joining the idiot in flipflops who foiled Croc's plans)
My question here is just that... if they had met 13 years earlier, would things have been different? Especially if Crocodad Real?
Because as I mentioned in the begining, Robin would've been on the run for only 3 years by this point, as opposed to 16 years before running into Crocodile. Simultaneously, this would be before Crocodile went onto spend an entire decade all alone, slowly losing his marbles in his emotional solitude. They'd both be emotionally traumatized, yes, but would it have been as bad in this scenario?
Like I did start this post kind of joking about Crocodile adopting Robin, and for clarity's sake I don't think they'd have like a father-daughter relationship nececarily. But it would be a strange relationship still, because we'd have two broken people, both struggling to trust anyone. One who had lost her mother and her only friends, leaving her all alone and afraid while running for her life. The other a father who had just given up his son whom he probably missed dearly. Both having these holes in their hearts from loss of family, holes that could not be filled with replacements. But could they find comfort in each other anyway, because they still as people occupy similar roles to their respective loved ones? If they both could just get over those trust issues?
Okay I've been going off on the Emotional Side Of Things for this AU Concept, THERE'S PLOT TOO
So if Crocodile did pick Robin up like 19 years ago, that should be before he set up base in Alabasta, long before he had built is homebase and financial empire etc.
Now the thing is, while we don't know when, where and how Crocodile learned about the Ancient Weapons, Pluton specifically and how the lead on it would be in Alabasta... Considdering Crocodile did once upon a time aim to become Pirate King, it would make perfect sense if he had learned about Poneglyphs during his past adventures, as he would have needed to get the Road Poneglyphs to find One Piece.
And while the World Government did bury the truth about why Ohara had been burned down and why Robin had been given her bounty (remember, the WG claimed it was because she had sunken a fleet of battleships, which she had not, it was because she could read the Poneglyphs), considdering this is a Crocodad AU specifically, you could totally make an argument Crocodile could've learned about what actually happened to Ohara from Dragon and co.
So, just to make this AU work, you could just assume Crocodile learned about the concept of the Ancient Weapons from Dragon. And who knows, maybe he overheard the truth about why Robin had been given her bounty from Dragon too (maybe Dragon was able to get intel from Garp in secret) or while going to Marijoa himself to attend a Shichibukai meeting or something IDK.
Maybe he learned about Pluton being in Alabasta before finding Robin by accident, and maybe they made a beeline for Alabasta the second Croc recruited Robin. Travelling takes time and the guy would've most likely had to find an Eternal Pose to Alabasta just to get there (also canonically Robin didn't enter the Grand Line until her 20s so they should've met in West Blue probably, since that's where Ohara was)
Or maybe Crocodile had to haul Robin around for a few months while looking for That Missing Piece of Information that would lead him to Alabasta. (Imagine the two travelling from like island to island, library to library, Crocodile trying to find that leads while Robin's just so excited about ALL THESE BOOKS (she's helping too with the research) (but to her, research is playtime, so she's just having the time of her life) (Also, notice how Crocodile's Theoretical Child is a fucking loser ass nerd? Yeah Crocodile would encourage Robin reading and studying, surely. And that would be fucking cute))
But like, once they set sail to Alabasta...
Sure, Crocodile could try to do it The Slow Way that we know he tried in canon, building trust and creating his little empire etc.
But also, in canon, Crocodile couldn't have jumped into action head first because without Robin, even if he had found the Poneglyph he couldn't have read it and found the location of Pluton. Crocodile choosing to do it the slow way may have been partially because he didn't have much of a choise and it could've felt like the smarter move long-term.
But in this scenario, he already has Robin.
Yes, he could do it the slow, secure way.
But what'd be there stopping him from infiltrating Cobra's palace and kidnapping him (in the night, when nobody suspects a thing), demanding Cobra to spill the beans lest Crocodile kills him and/or his pregnant wife*
(*Vivi was born 10 months after Luffy so depending on how long it's been between Crocodad leaving Luffy behind and this scenario... Yeah either the wife is there, still pregnant, or there's a newborn Baby Vivi)
Like it'd be a risky move but depending on how ballsy Croc's feeling and how confident he feels in being able to kidnap the king without being noticed... Yeah he could probably do it. And I'm sure he'd have no problem killing Cobra either, if anything it'd be required if he didn't want the Government to find out he was out to find Pluton, and god knows Cobra would tell on Crocodile if left alive.
I could see Crocodad being maybe a little iffy about killing Baby Vivi though (it's not like the newborn baby could report him to the WG anyways), but if nothing else, he just needs to be able to pull off the bluff of his life to convince Cobra to do as he's told. And we all know Crocodile's good at convincing people.
The only question is, how would Robin take that?
Watching Crocodile go into Full Murder Mode, hearing him say he'd kill a pregnant woman/a newborn baby if he didn't get what he wanted? Like yeah, I'm sure 11 year old Robin would be fine with that, that wouldn't make any alarm bells go off in her head at all, it'd be fiiiine.
IT WOULD NOT BE FINE, SHE'D BE SCARED SHITLESS. That fear of "what will he do with me when he gets what he wants"? Well, Robin may not have found the answer to that question in particular, but she certainly found the answer to the opposite question, and it's not good
So say Cobra, kidnapped (perhaps with Baby Vivi) by Crocodile in the night, guides the two to the Poneglyph under the tombs. Crocodile puts Cobra out of his misery because he's not needed anymore. And he asks Robin to read the Poneglyph for him.
Robin, who has spent the last little while, be it weeks or months with Crocodile, him having become her "guardian", the thing keeping her safe. Crocodile, who has now shown how cold blooded and cruel he can be. Robin, who might be scared out of her mind. Of him.
And the Poneglyph says Pluton, the thing Crocodile wants, isn't there. It's in Wano.
What's she going to do?
EDIT: I wrote a sequel post, enjoy
#Moon posting#OP Meta#Sir Crocodile#Crocodad#Nico Robin#THIS POST WAS AN ACCIDENT. I DON'T KNOW HOW THIS HAPPENED. WHY DID I WRITE THIS. WHAT DEMON POSSESSED ME#I'm sure someone's written this already right#Right#Surely this fanfic already exists#Please tell me it exists#I dunno what to tell you I am not immune to a Juicy AU#Anyway on a more wholesome side of things: Robin accidentally calling Crocodile ''dad'' and he just inhales and swallows his whole cigar#Nearly chockes to death. Gets burns on his throat.#Robin feeling less alienated because of her DF ability because Croc has seen weirder AND is made of sand himself#If anything if they're literally by themselves then Robin being able to literally lend a hand to Croc at any time could be extremely useful#Like. In regular life situations. 'Cause Croc only has one hand. And Robin as many as she wants. Perfect duo.#(Also if they were travelling on like a small ship then it'd probably be built for a Tall Motherfucker like Croc right)#(Robin's ability would just make the ship more accessible to her and Croc would find that independence good)#Robin still gets a codename because Croc can't have anyone realize who she is. Maybe she even wears like a mask or summin' in public#If Crocodile's openly trans and the news of him transitioning recently broke out. Like. No avoiding that convo eh#Baby Robin's like ''...I read in a book once that some reptiles can change sex but I didn't know crocodiles could do it too''#''💦.../Humans/ can't do that normally either''#''Hmmmm. Weird. I don't think being a girl would suit you though'' // ''...I'll take that as a compliment''#I just. I think they could have really cute interactions if they warmed up to each other after a little while#And I'm Extremely Normal about that
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Fellow fic writers (and readers too, I guess): do you stop posting a multiple chapter fic (or multi part fic series) on AO3 if there is very little interest in it in the fandom? Or do you just keep posting it, especially if you personally like that story and invested too much time and feelings in it?
This is a serious question btw, I'm not trying to be whiny here...because I've got no idea about fandom etiquette in that case. Is it fine to keep posting something that will get almost no hits or is that e.g. considered spamming the tag? Especially when it is about a small fandom with not many active authors.
Any answer would be really appreciated and helpful. (Pleeeeease.)
#fanfic writing#fanfiction writing#fanfic#fanfiction#ao3#archive of our own#i'm sure this won't get answers but this is bugging me so much :')
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(Part of this post with older brother danyal al ghul)
...Okay, look. Sam knows she's staring. She knows very well that she is staring. And that if she doesn't stop staring it's gonna draw her unwanted attention, and that will only have to make her explain why she's staring. Which she doesn't want to do.
She's trying not to stare, which she thinks she should get brownie points for. She tries to look away, to find a spot on the wall to stare lifelessly at, maybe she can burn holes into some of these annoying socialites' heads. But eventually her eyes drift, and suddenly she's back to staring again.
Can you blame her though? Damian Wayne looks like a very close mini-me of her fucking best friend. Seriously, it's like looking into a mirror to the past. If that mirror to the past had green eyes rather than blue and a distinctive lack of a facial scar.
The first time she sees him when her parents drag her over to Bruce Wayne to butter up to him she has to do a doubletake. Then a triple take. Then a quadruple take, just for good measure that she was seeing what she was actually seeing. She was sure she looked like one of those stress toys that when squeezed had their eyes pop out comically like a Saturday morning cartoon, that's what she certainly felt like anyways.
Look, Danny's come a decent way from being that scowl-y, jerkish little ten year old she first met when he arrived like the wind to Amity Park five years ago (even if he was still occasionally scowl-y and jerkish), but one thing that's stayed the same is how reserved he is about his home life prior to being taken in by the Fentons.
He doesn't talk about it much, and Sam's come to know that he's very good at changing the subject when it gets brought up. Even after being friends for nearly four years, the only thing she and Tuck know for certain is that he has a little brother that he refers to as 'starlight', whom he cares a lot about but left on really bad terms with. And that he's never met his father, but wants to and knows who he is.
He's never told her or Tucker who he was though, and glancing at Bruce Wayne, Sam is realizing why. She can begrudgingly acknowledge all the good he's done for Gotham, but... well, if Danny told her that Bruce Wayne was his dad, she wouldn't have believed him at all.
But she's starting to see the resemblance, as subtle as it is.
And she sees the resemblance to Damian Wayne, her eyes dropping back down to him as he wears a very Danny-like scowl on his face, arms crossed behind his back as his eyes swept around the ballroom. He was five years younger than Danny, and god it was so, so weird.
His eyes turned on to her, and they locked gazes for a moment.
Involuntarily, Sam makes a startled noise and looks away. Fingers tap against her purse, black and purple and unfortunately a clutch that only held her phone and her wallet in it. She would have kept a knife on her, but her parents put their foot down and there was a security detail at the door. Only in Gotham.
Silently, she was hoping that the little Danny-me didn't say anything. Or at least, he hadn't noticed her staring. Which was a tall order if she ever heard one -- and unfortunately, her silent prayers went unanswered as her mother's eyes dropped down onto her.
"Did you say something, Samantha?" She asks in a sickeningly sweet voice, a sound that makes Sam's skin crawl. Her dad and Bruce Wayne's attention also turns onto her, and she glowers at her mom from the corner of her eye.
"I didn't say anything." Sam says, barely keeping her tone polite as she turned her head away. Her mother clucks her tongue, disapproving, but from her peripherals doesn't pester her more
Bruce Wayne, the bastard, takes that time to turn to Sam and grace her with his dime-a-dozen billboard smiles. "I've been talking with your parents this whole time, Miss Manson, you must be terribly bored. How is your schooling going?"
Sam eyes him up and down. On one hand, she immediately wants to be snarky. It's none of his business what her school life is like, she doesn't care for his fucking small talk.
On the other hand, this was Danny's whole father. Someone who she knows that Danny has wanted to meet for, what she's assuming, his whole life. He's never brought it up much, but she remembers that very quiet, solemn conversation she and Tucker had with him where he admits to having never met his dad. But god does he want to.
And... wait. Sam's eyes narrow, and she meets Bruce Wayne's eyes. Does this man even know Danny exists? She drops her gaze down to Damian, who was staring at her suspiciously, and then back up to Bruce, and she alternates between them.
Why was Damian living with Bruce, but not Danny? Why hasn't Bruce done anything to reach out to him - what was going on with Danny's biological family that Danny had to be separated from them, but not Damian? Danny's always been kinda mysterious, but now things weren't adding up.
Was Danny given up? Does Bruce just not want Danny, but wanted Damian? Why the fuck does Bruce Wayne know about Damian but not her best friend -- or does he know and just not care? He's fought for custody for his adoptive kids before, does he just not want to fight for his other biological son? Does he think Danny's not worth it?
She's never cared much about the Wayne family before, other than to hear about the advancements on WE's eco-friendly tech, but Sam thinks she's gonna have to look into why Damian Wayne was living with the Waynes.
Slowly, with a protective anger beginning to burn in her gut and crawl up her throat, a scowl slowly curls at the corner of her lip as she redirects her glare from her mother onto Bruce. "It's going fine," She says curtly, jutting her chin out defiantly. "Me and my friend Danny started a petition to fix the leaky faucets in the girls and boys' bathrooms in order to conserve more water for the rest of the city."
She eyes his face, waiting to see if anything like recognition flashes through it. And- and nothing. Sam breathes in slowly through her nose, trying to quell the red that's blurring the edge of her vision -- does he just, not know where Danny is?
Her parents however, make vaguely displeased expressions. "Our Samantha is... quite passionate about her pet projects." Her dad says, laughing low and nervously, "she's very vocal about silly things like that."
"Her friend Daniel is perhaps even worse than she is sometimes." Her mother adds on, fanning her face with her perfectly manicured hands with a sigh. "I swear, he's the one that keeps dragging her into these things."
Sam's anger turns on its head, and she whirls on her heel like a fire-breathing dragon. "It's Danyal." It rolls out like instinct. Danny's told them both that he hates the Americanized pronunciation of his name, but in a rare moment of restraint, puts up with it for reasons unknown to her. "And Danny doesn't make me do anything, it was my idea."
The name, Danyal, seems to ring some kind of bell in Brucie Wayne's head, because she sees him and Damian quietly perk up like two cats pricking up their ears. Her eyes flick onto him immediately, something dangerous rearing its head. So Bruce Wayne knows about Danny. And he's not reaching out to him. Is he? She's not sure.
She does know that she's gonna rip his throat out if she finds out that he's known about Danny this entire time and has been ignoring him while favoring his little brother. She'll hunt down Aragon herself and steal his dragon-shifting amulet and wreck house on Bruce Wayne if that's the case. Batman and his league of vigilantes be damned. Her parents don't notice her slowly turning head towards Bruce.
But Bruce does, and she makes direct eye contact with him. His smile doesn't falter, he just tilts his head like a curious puppy and looks at Sam's parents. She hopes Bruce can read minds, she hopes he can hear her threatening him.
"Danyal?" He asks, and Sam doesn't know if she hates the fact that he said it correctly or not. She just continues burning holes into him and hoping he might spontaneously combust.
Her mother waves her hand dismissively, tilting her nose up poshly into the air. "Our dear Samantha's little... foster friend from school," she says, not even bothering to hide her disdain, "a creepy little boy with the most garish scar on his face. He's a rude little thing, not good for polite company."
Scratch that, Sam mentally alternates between ripping into her parents and Bruce. She whirls on them. "Do not talk about Danny that way." She all but snarls, and they all but ignore her.
(She's tearing up the upholstery when she gets home. She's going to paint over the fine china. She's going to do something to make them pay for this.)
"Oh yes, he was taken in by that freaky Fenton family a few years ago." Her dad continues in lieu of her mom, and they both shake their heads disapprovingly. "It's just what our city needs, another menace."
"Danny is not a menace." Sam continues, raising her voice while her hands shake with rage. Her parents finally look at her, but she can already tell that they're going to scold her for raising her voice. She bulldozes over them and jabs her black-painted finger at them. "He's got a bigger heart than the both of you combined."
"Samantha, please." her mom says, exasperated. They both give her disapproving looks, Sam thinks about grabbing champagne off the tray of a nearby waiter and throwing it in their faces. "You defend that boy far too much. What do you actually know about him and his family?"
Sam sets her jaw, puffing herself up like a dragon protecting its hoard. She steps into her mom's space. "I know that he loves the stars; you can ask him anything about astronomy and he could give you an entire lecture on the formation, class types, and various gasses that stars are made up of. He can tell you how the Earth was formed, he can tell you about the visible light spectrum and about light curves, and a whole ton of other stuff that I don't really understand. But Danny loves talking about it."
Her face twists and scowls, "I know he cares a ton about the environment and about fixing light pollution, and preserving the forests and natural habitats of animals." She nearly jabs her finger into her mom's chest, "I know he loves dogs, and that there's one he feeds every day on the way to school that he calls Cujo, its a St. Bernard puppy and Danny carries him around whenever he sees him after school, and is in the middle of training him."
It's not a total lie, but it's not the whole truth either. Cujo doesn't need food, but Danny gives him it anyways. "I know he likes spicy food and loves movies but specifically only sci-fi and horror, and he hates most martial arts movies. His favorite superhero is the Martian Manhunter, but Batman comes in at a close second." For reasons to her that were pretty unknown, but it didn't matter.
"I know he loves wordplay and making puns, which I would have never expected from him when we first met, but it's so unbelievably Danny-like that I can't imagine him not making puns." And she smiles a little to herself, she remembers the first time Danny intentionally made a pun once and it got startled laughs out of both her and Tucker.
Her smile suddenly falters, and she swallows. Her lips purse up, wobbling, and she very quickly glances over to Damian Wayne, of whom is watching her with a vaguely bewildered expression alongside Bruce.
She turns her eyes back onto her parents. "And I know that he worries a lot, even if he has a shit way of showing it. I know he had a little brother that he hasn't seen since he was adopted by the Fentons, and he doesn't talk about him often but when he does he he calls him 'starlight'." From the corner of her eye, she sees Damian jerk.
"So- so, so what if he's not 'good for polite company'." Sam's voice, embarrassingly, cracks down the middle. But she's so angry over Danny's behalf that she doesn't really care. "Or that he can be mean, and critical, and stubborn. He's learning, and he's becoming kinder by the day. That's more than I can say about you."
(She remembers when Danny finally admitted to her and Tucker being his 'closest friends'. It was sometime before the portal incident, and it felt like a milestone because beforehand he only really referred to them as his companions or allies.)
(At the time, he'd looked unsure of himself. Skittish like a stray in the back of an alleyway, almost shy in his own way. It had come out stilted, slow, like an infant taking its first steps, and it would have been endearing if it hadn't been heartbreaking.)
Her parents rear back like she'd struck them, and her mother holds a hand against her chest in aghast. Sam doesn't care, she blinks the sting out of her eyes. "Samantha." Her mother starts.
Sam cuts her off, "I don't care what you have to say, you-- you pricks." she snaps, around her, there are gasps. Belatedly, she realizes she's grown an audience, but again she doesn't care. "Danny might be an asshole, but he cares. And I'd rather be around someone whose mean but cares, than someone whose nice but doesn't."
With that, she whirls on her foot and turns on Bruce Wayne, who has been silent the entire time with a surprised expression on his face. He starts to shake out of it when Sam turns to him, but she doesn't give him the chance to speak. "Enjoy your party." She snarls, and then stalks away.
#dpxdc#dp x dc#dp x dc crossover#danny fenton is not the ghost king#dpxdc crossover#dpdc#danyal al ghul au#older brother danny#sam is one protective gal. this scene went differently in my head. way differently. but alas. i am not complaining.#sam: if bruce wayne abandoned my best friend i'm gonna physically transform myself into a dragon and incinerate him. how dare he.#bruce and damian got to watch in real time as a random girl who knows danny suddenly realizes he's related to them. which is comical to me#because she suddenly goes from being disinterested but weirded out by damian. to suddenly looking at bruce like she's gonna kill him#which is very funny to me bc from their pov at first its like this random girl just speedran hating bruce. and then her parents bring up he#friend danny and then she calls him danyal. and suddenly its starting to click into place like 'oh fuck wait we may just have a lead on --#-- finding danyal and his whereabouts.' especially after sam's mom mentions the scar on his face. like wow. what a crazy ten minutes.#not seen but def happened: sam gets her phone out to go text danny in the corner. she's not gonna bring up the bruce thing yet. she needs#a pick me up. related note: danny and tucker know she's gone to some gala thing with her parents but not to a wayne gala. if danny had know#he may have told her that he was related to damian wayne. just to prepare her for that. not so sure on the writing in this one folks#but i also dont wanna go through and edit anything its like half past one in the morning and i also dont wanna wait until morning to post#when i can just do it now. and get instant serotonin. i thought of this scene in various ways. like sam calling damian 'danny' out of shock#and then quickly correcting herself. and then excusing herself very quickly. or her mentioning that damian resembles her friend danny a lot#so she was just thrown off by him. because i def think that could happen if sam has no reason to think that she needs to hide danny from th#waynes. i also thought about her parents mentioning that damian resembles danny a little bit. only for one of them to go 'oh no no couldn't#- be. how insulting to damian since the daniel they know has this horrid scar on his face.' and then go from there. either way i thought#a scene like this would be fun. get to also kinda explore how danny looks like from his friends' povs. of which he is#'our lovable jerk who is an ex-cult member and whom we will maim someone over.'#not a scene that was added but i wanted to: sam mentioning in parenthesis that she and tucker think danny was part of a cult prior to the#fentons. and that sometimes danny will say something alarming and sam and tucker will stare at him until he frowns and goes#“that... isn't normal. is it?” and tucker will clap his shoulder and cheerfully go “no buddy. no it isn't” bc i think the idea is funny.#sam is so focused on the idea that bruce abandoned/ignored/was unaware of danny's existence that she momentarily forgot that bruce may have
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"Contrary to popular belief, Danny wasn’t stupid. He could be a bit oblivious, but he always got there in the end. So when Danny woke up the next morning and realized that last night wasn’t a dream, he had an epiphany. He was being courted by the super hot and apparently undead crime lord who ran the haunt on the other side of the street."
@deadonmayn Day 1: Courting Rituals | Flickering | Dinner is interrupted by a rogue/gang fight | "Are they gone yet?"
TW: Danny is thirsty as hell, mentions/allusions to nsfw but nothing explicit
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Danny blinked.
He could only assume that the crime lord, illuminated purely by the light of the fridge in the otherwise dark apartment, blinked back. The helmet didn't give anything away, red plating and slanted eye whites impassive. Good for being sexy menacing. Not so good for reading emotions.
Danny blinked again, wiping the rheum from his eyes with pinched fingers. He squinted once more at Red Hood, who for some reason was in his apartment at - Danny glanced at the clock - three in the morning. He seemed perfectly content to be digging through Danny’s fridge, if a little sheepish at being caught.
He should probably be more angry that his apartment was broken into. He absolutely was when he first woke to the uncomfortable feeling of an uninvited guest in his lair, but after seeing the vigilante’s arms laden with food his metaphorical hackles relaxed. The apartment was shitty anyway.
If anything, Danny was confused as to why he was here judging his fridge’s contents and playing Tetris with tupperware. It wasn’t like they knew each other.
Danny blinked a third time just to really make sure he was seeing what he was seeing, "...Hi?"
"Hey," Red Hood unfroze, seemingly recovered from being caught, and resumed stuffing what looked like a container of tamales into his fridge.
Danny couldn’t help but feel sullen at the dismissal. He'd woken up only for the admittedly hot trespasser with thick thighs to barely glance at him. Unacceptable.
"Do you want anything to drink?" Danny must have been momentarily possessed by the ghost of Midwestern manners with how urgent the offer seemed.
"Nah," Red Hood stuffed another container into the fridge, turning to look back at Danny, "You don't have any allergies, do you?"
"Nah."
Red Hood nodded, pulling out a bag of rotten lettuce. He held it away from himself like it might try to bite him. In Danny’s experience, it very well could.
“Do you ever clean out your fridge?”
Danny shrugged, “It’s finals week. I’ve got to keep my GPA above 3.5 if I want to keep my scholarship. No chores. Only study.”
Red Hood nodded solemnly as he threw the lettuce into the trash, “No chores. Only study.”
They fell into silence. Danny watched as the crime lord sifted through his fridge, pulling out rotten food as he went. “Is this because I decked that mugger? Cause’ he deserved it.”
Red Hood very pointedly threw the expired milk carton into the trash can.
“Okay then…” Danny yawned, “Well if that's all I’m going back to bed.”
“Kay.”
Danny shrugged, turned on his heel, and left the crime lord to rifle through his kitchen.
___👻___
When Danny awoke the next day, he was greeted by a clean apartment. The absence of crumbs on the freshly swept floor felt odd on his feet, although it was certainly much more pleasant. The trash had been taken out and a new bag had already been installed. He passed by the sink on the way to make coffee, the dishes that had been filling it suspiciously absent.
Danny would deny to the ancients and back that his knees went weak when he found the coffee maker already set and filled with grounds... his sister must never know.
As he waited for the cup to brew, he opened his fridge for creamer only to come face to face with more home cooked food than he’d ever seen in his life. Danny pulled the food out plastic container by plastic container to stare at in disbelief. Tamales, chicken mole, Mexican rice, enchiladas, and carne asada… It was only a handful of containers, but still. It wasn’t as if his parents had done much in the way of cooking with all their time spent in the lab. Jazz could throw together something basic but nothing like this.
The local hot crime lord slash vigilante had broken in at three in the morning to feed him and clean his apartment. Huh.
No time to think about that. He has a final on differential equations in five hours and minimal time to cram. Danny stirs the creamer into his coffee, heats up some Mexican rice, and sits down at the untouched mess of notebooks, paper, and textbooks on his kitchen table.
He studies until he has to leave for the exam, only getting up to refill his coffee and get more food. The tamales are pretty fricken good, but they make it hard to focus on the numbers scribbled across his notebook. It’s like each bite is urging him to go back into the kitchen and cook, which is odd considering that Danny can’t cook and he already has enough food to last him through the next day or two (courtesy of the sexy crime lord).
He leaves the exam room feeling good only for his mood to immediately crumble when he remembers that he has an aerodynamics final at eight the next morning followed by gasdynamics at one. He takes a brief break to faceplant on the table, scream, refill his coffee for the umpteenth time, and eat some more food but inevitably resigns himself to pulling an all-nighter. Time becomes liquid after that. It’s all just a blur of numbers and properties and instructional videos.
At some point, he registers another presence in the apartment. Danny recognizes the ecto signature from the night before so he pays it no mind. Let Hood poke around, Danny has to read more about Newton’s Third Law. What was he going to do? Feed him again?
The answer was apparently yes.
The background noise of shuffling in the fridge and washing empty containers stops and is replaced by soft, mechanical-sounding breaths. Hood is standing next to him, plastic container in hand as he watches Danny run through the Quizlet on his laptop.
Danny’s got around eighty percent of the terms memorized. Just another twenty percent to go. He types in the answer for a new blank.
Red Hood pokes his shoulder.
Danny grumbles. His response came back wrong.
His shoulder is poked again.
Danny ignores it and moves on to the next blank.
He continues unbothered for an uncertain amount of time. The words on the screen are blurry like he is trying to read underwater. His mouth splits into an entirely too wide, jaw-cracking yawn. His uninvited guest coos at him as Danny rubs at his eyes. The next thing he knows, his laptop is shut closed and moved away. It feels like any and all visual processing is delayed. Danny stares blankly at the spot the computer used to sit.
Something slides in front of him to replace the laptop. His core chirps when he realizes it's food. Hood’s answering chirp as he guides a fork into his hand is deep and rumbly with the faint stutterings of a purr. Danny starts to purr in return as he sleepily munches on the casserole.
Before long the empty plate is taken away. Danny slumps down on the newfound table space and tries to fight off sleep.
“I think it's time for you to go to bed.”
“Noooooo! I’v gotta study fr' aero’namics.”
“You’re slurring your words there, handsome.”
Danny’s sleep-deprived brain screeched to a halt. His core chirped to attention, “Flat’ry ain’t gettin’ you nowhere.”
“It was worth a shot.”
Danny smushed his face further into the wood to hide his blush and distracted himself by blindly reaching for his coffee mug. Upon noticing, the vigilante moved it out of reach. Danny whined into the table.
“You can’t overwork yourself like this, Danny,” Red Hood carried the mug to the sink and poured it down the drain. Cruel, cruel man. “I know you’ve got exams but your scores won’t be any good if you go into them like this. You've got to take care of yourself,” He lightly squeezed Danny’s shoulder. Danny hadn’t even heard him move across the kitchen. “Can you do that, darlin’? For me?”
Danny groaned, “F’ne. But only cause’ ur hot.”
The vigilante snorted. It sounded odd through the helmet but not bad. “I’m happy to hear it! Now let's get you to bed.”
___👻___
Contrary to popular belief, Danny wasn’t stupid.
He had been helping his parents in the lab since he was four, and he was nearly a straight-A student before the accident. He was an aerospace engineering major with a hefty GPA of 3.8, and most importantly, he’s had extensive lessons on ghosts, the Infinite Realms, and their culture.
He could be a bit oblivious, but he always got there in the end.
So when Danny woke up the next morning and realized that last night wasn’t a dream, he had an epiphany. The thought kept running through his head as he stared at the food in the fridge, the clean apartment, and the prepped coffee maker.
He was being courted.
He was being courted by the super hot and apparently undead crime lord who ran the haunt on the other side of the street.
Danny had never been courted before!
Sure, occasionally there was someone who tried to shoot their shot, but it always fell flat in the end. It was an unfortunate side effect of being undead. Every human relationship he had felt… lacking. Like it was missing something.
Val had come pretty close. All the fighting and shooting felt like a mimicry of ghostly courtship behavior. It's what had drawn Danny to her in the first place, but Val wasn’t fighting him in a display of power and capability. She had genuinely wanted to end him.
There was also the incident with Kitty, but she was overshadowing Paulina and mimicking human behaviors. There was never any ghostly courtship involved, and besides, she was only dating him to make Johnny jealous.
This is Danny’s first time being properly courted!
What is he going to do about it?
He decided that the question could wait until after finals.
The next few days pass by much the same as before: a tortuous cycle of studying, caffeine, minimal sleep, screaming, and exams. Red Hood continues to stop by and deliver food. Danny has got to figure out the dude’s actual name or a nickname or something. He refuses to keep calling his potential partner Red Hood. When you take away the scary crime lord persona it just sounds like a condom brand. He could always use a pet name, but it feels wrong given that Danny hasn’t shown much reciprocation outside of allowing Hood into his lair. Instead, Danny settles on greeting him with a trill and a series of chirps.
As soon as he finishes his last final he flops face down into bed. Tomorrow he’ll get to work on reciprocating Red Hood’s efforts. His kitchen is blessedly clean of any ecto contamination. Without the food fighting back, he should be able to whip up something presentable. How hard could following a recipe be?
___👻___
Danny was wrong.
Staring at the stove which was somehow on fire, Danny couldn’t help but finally understand why Jazz had never allowed him in the kitchen. He quickly rushes to turn off the heat. Danny doesn’t have a fire extinguisher. He’s a broke college student with just enough money to live on the outskirts of Crime Alley. Why would he ever be able to afford a fire extinguisher?
Danny slams a lid over the pot to smother the flames erupting from it and wacks the stovetop with a damp towel. As the fire dies down he glares at the somehow burnt gnocchi sitting ever so innocently in boiling water. He probably could have just iced it. The ice would melt into water and put out the fire, right?
He takes another look at the ruined food as the bubbles die down and decides he’s probably just cursed. Not all hope is lost though, Danny reasons as he dumps the ruined gnocchi down the garbage disposal. So Italian cuisine was not his forte. That’s okay! He’ll just try a different recipe!
___👻___
The recipe said quick and easy.
This was neither quick nor easy.
He dumped the carbonized remains of food into the trash with a sigh. It was French toast! How could someone go so wrong with French toast? The kitchen looked like something had exploded in it for ancients’ sake!
Danny thunked his head onto the counter, uncaring of the milk and eggs coating it. An entire loaf of bread gone and not a single edible piece of toast to show for it! He groaned. Maybe he just… wasn’t cut out for this whole courting thing.
Dejectedly, he lifted his head and began to wipe down the counter with paper towels. He really liked Hood.
He was funny! While he mostly left Danny alone during his study sessions, Danny had seen the viral videos. Hood knew how to crack a good death joke, and the compilations of him ragging on Batman were something to aspire to.
He cared for people! The sponsored soup kitchens and homeless programs were an open secret in Crime Alley, and the working girls were paid well. The street kids knew they were safe in the Alley because anyone who tried to touch them would end up with their head in a duffle bag. Red Hood protected them.
And ancients was he hot! Thick thighs for days and strong arms that could probably lift Danny like a couple of grapes. Danny wouldn’t mind being thrown around by a guy like that. He would happily let him pin him to a wall and box him in and then Danny could sink his fangs into his shoulder and then-
Okay! Stop! Too far! That’s awfully ambitious for someone who can’t even cook a proper courting gift. Think, Danny, Think!
Okay… okay. So he can’t cook. That’s fine because Danny can build. He’s been building things since he was practically a toddler. He can make something easy peasy!
What about a gun? Red Hood seemed to like guns. Danny’s core purred at the idea. If he had to guess, the vigilante had a protection obsession of some sort. A gun was something that could protect Red Hood but also be used to protect others in his haunt and directly feed into his obsession. Yes! The gun idea was good.
But then again, Hood had been working with Batman more and more frequently, and with that had been using guns less and less. How often could the gun be used? No, no. This courting gift should be usable in all scenarios.
What about a knife? Yes! A knife could work! As far as Danny knew, Batman didn't have anything against knives. Surely a knife paled in comparison to Robin's katana. A knife was sneaky and quiet, good for stealth missions unlike a gun, and easier to carry for everyday use.
Danny hummed, nodding to himself. He’d do the knife first and save the gun for later. He was going to need supplies.
Danny wiped the dripping egg away from his forehead before it could get into his eyes. But first, he was going to need a shower.
___👻___
So…
It could’ve gone worse.
Despite basically being raised reverse-engineering his parents’ inventions, Danny had never tried to make a knife. He could gut a microwave from the local back alley dumpster and Macgyver it into a functioning weapon, but building a makeshift forge on short notice and hammering steel down into a smooth curve was a whole different ballpark. Luckily the local trade school had a forge, and after some good old-fashioned bribery, they allowed Danny access. That was the first problem out of the way. Unfortunately, the second problem remained. It was fine. Danny was used to thinking on his feet.
After many YouTube videos and failed attempts Danny had a somewhat presentable blade. With a saw edge on the top and a sharp curve similar to a khukuri on the bottom, it certainly didn’t look like a beginner's design.
He probably shouldn’t have skipped straight to a more advanced shape. Danny hadn’t managed to fix the slight warp of the blade, and maybe the practice beforehand would have done him some good. Regardless, it was too late to fix it after the ecto wash, and he didn’t think the warp would affect the performance too negatively. Besides, with the ectoplasm infused into it the knife should cut through ghosts with no problem.
Danny had spent entirely too long trying to find the perfect shade of red leather for the handle, but in the end, he accurately matched it to Red Hood’s helmet. He had wanted to incorporate some protective runes into the leather, but he had no idea how to make a lasting pattern that wouldn’t affect the user’s comfort. Eventually, he decided it was an idea to be saved for another project.
With his courting gift complete, all that was left to do was break into Red Hood’s lair and give it to him…
That sounded wrong. Give the knife to him. It’s not an innuendo! Great. Now he’s thinking about those thick thighs again. Stop! Bad Danny!
He shook himself to dispel the train of thought. Danny had a different, more pressing problem to deal with: How could he present a knife to a vigilante without it coming across as a threat? He didn’t have a box for it, and the knife didn’t have a sheath yet. He could always make himself the box and store it in his chest, but watching someone pull random items out of their body was apparently gross and disturbing, or so he’d been told. What if he just-
Danny yanked open the kitchen junk drawer and began to root around. After a few seconds of sifting, he pulled out his prize and ever so gently stuck it to the knife. The green gift bow was squished on one end but remained comically large on the blade. He bounced up and down on his toes. It was so stupid that it just might work.
Feeling the cool rush of invisibility, Danny phased through the wall of his apartment to greet the early morning light beginning to peak over the buildings. Floating in the air for a minute, he absently fiddled with the bow on his courting gift. With the city starting to wake, Hood should be returning to his lair.
It didn’t take long for him to fly past the unseen territory lines and into Crime Alley. Danny had crossed through Hood’s haunt before. It had never felt aggressive like some in the Ghost Zone. Red Hood's haunt was more curious, probing with a warning to behave himself. The haunt felt different this time around. Now it felt welcoming rather than wary, warm. If Danny closed his eyes, he could almost imagine being held in a protective embrace. His core hummed in response, seeking out the other’s resonance.
Danny had never been to Hood’s lair. He hadn’t even been given directions, but he didn’t need them. He'd simply follow Hood’s ecto signature to where the haunt’s energy was most concentrated. Like the dead equivalent of a bloodhound.
Danny took his time meandering toward the heart of the haunt. He’d never been this far into Crime Alley before, and he didn’t want to get turned around. That was a lie. Danny was nervous and stalling. Doubts flew unbridled through his head.
What if the knife wasn’t good enough? What if the bow didn’t work? What if Red Hood thought he was threatening him? What if Danny blew his shot? Danny had already screwed up so many other things in his life, he didn’t want to screw this up too!
There was only so long he could stall. Jittery with nerves, Danny floated outside a decrepit apartment building. The entire structure was practically drenched in Red Hood’s ecto signature, but it radiated in waves from a unit on the top floor. Danny took a breath to steady his racing heart and struggled to quiet his core. It was now or never.
He cautiously phased halfway through the wall, chirping in greeting. The apartment was clean and orderly. The fireplace and full bookshelves gave it a homey feel that sharply contrasted with the worn and weathered bricks on the outer wall. The lack of weapons was a surprise. Even if he couldn't see them Danny figured they were still there, well hidden in the otherwise normal apartment.
A surprised sound draws his attention to the man on the couch. He’s built like a quarterback, lounging on one side as he struggles to stitch a laceration across his ribcage with a needle in one hand and a handheld mirror in the other. It's hard not to get distracted by the autopsy scar running cleanly across his collarbone and down to his pelvis. Danny wants to lick it.
Piercing blue eyes search the apartment, arm lowering the mirror. Danny is thankful that he's still invisible. With the heat flooding to his ears, he’s sure he’s as red as a tomato. Danny’s practically drooling at tousled black and white hair and the long scar reaching up from under his jaw to his hairline like a flower stretching for the sun. His crooked nose, clearly broken and healed many times over, only adds to his beauty. Red Hood is truly a modern-day Adonis.
Hood’s wounded side finally registers in Danny’s brain, rearranging his priorities and catapulting his obsession to the front. Immediately he lets his invisibility drop, absently shoving the knife into his chest for safekeeping. Hood makes a distressed sound as he does so which urges Danny forward. His hands hover worriedly over the man as he pushes as much help/comfort/safety/concern into his aura as possible.
He reaches to take the threaded needle from Red Hood’s hand only to be nudged away.
“It’s fine. I can do it myself.”
"Hood, let me help."
"Jason,” he licks his lips, “My name is Jason."
"Jason," Danny gently cups Jason’s face in his hands, "Please let me help, Jason."
Blue eyes gaze into his own. The ever-so-faint hints of green within them are captivating, swirling in a hypnotic dance that leaves Danny in a daze. Finally, Jason looks away and nods, breaking the trance between them and passing the needle over.
Danny allows himself to revert to the mindset of his vigilante days. He stitches the wound with a single-minded focus, practiced hands falling back into a familiar rhythm. Jason watches the entire time, staring intently at his face as he works. Danny struggles to keep his core quiet and pretends not to notice, taping a bandage over the cut. His fingers graze over Jason's body, checking it over for any other injuries. Jason allows it to happen with a distinct feeling of affection/amusement.
“Are you hurt anywhere else?”
“Nah. The kevlar usually prevents stuff like this. I was just unlucky.”
“Good.”
Danny runs his fingers through the white tuft in Jason’s hair, pushing the strands out of his face. His core kickstarts like an engine with a vengeance, humming and searching for Jason’s core song in anticipation. Danny squeaks, stumbling backward. He smothers the sound and quiets his core, but with the look on Jason’s face, he hadn’t been quick enough.
“Sorry!” Danny stutters out, flushing.
Jason’s expression shifts to confusion, “Why are you apologizing?”
“I’m being way too forward,” Danny drags his hands down his face in embarrassment, “We haven’t had a spar yet and fuck! I haven’t even given you your courting gift yet, but here I am! Invading your space and trying to harmonize! I’m so sorry.”
“Lucky for you I like forward,” Jason gently grasped his hands, lowering them away from his face. His palms felt warm against Danny’s skin, “Is that what you shoved into your chest earlier? A courting gift?” Jason punctuated the sentence with a gentle kiss to Danny's slow pulse.
Danny nodded, stunned. Tearing his gaze away from Jason’s lips, he reached into his chest and pulled out the knife. Jason chuckles, his eyes crinkling in mirth, “You put a bow on it?”
Danny grinned, his fangs on full display, “Well I had to make it presentable, didn’t I?”
He gets down on one knee, head bowed and knife held upwards in offering as if he were a knight presenting a sword to a king. Jason gingerly lifts it out of his hands, cradling it like a precious gem. Danny watches as his fingers trace the edge.
“It feels like you,” Jason looks to Danny for answers, eyes wide with wonder and a beautiful flush on his face.
“I wanted to make sure it was effective against ghosts, but it's hard to find enough clean ectoplasm around here. I sorta just… used my own?” Danny rubs the back of his neck with a wince, “Do you like it?”
He waits in anxious anticipation as Jason stands from the couch. Jason sets the blade gently down on the coffee table behind Danny before tugging him into his arms, “I love it, baby,” his words vibrate over a purr that Danny can feel in his bones, “Just don’t go hurting yourself for courting gifts anymore.”
Danny groaned, tucking his face under Jason’s chin. “You have no idea how much that narrows my options down.”
Jason laughs.
Danny pulls away to look up at him, lightly batting at Jason’s peck “I’m serious, Jason! I can’t cook for shit! You’re gonna need to wait a long ass time until I can get my hands on more ecto. I hope you’re ready to wait because it’s going to take me months to build that gun now!”
“You wanted to make me a gun?”
“Yeah? I was going to have one ready in the next few weeks but-”
Jason’s smile is dazzling as he leans down to press his lips to Danny’s. Danny forgets to breathe as he melts into the kiss. He’s tugged forward until they are chest-to-chest on the couch, cores close together. Danny’s not sure whose core starts to hum first, but the sound is unmistakable as they waver between pitches. Danny bites at Jason’s lips, making a pleased sound when they part for him.
It’s weird to be doing this before a spar. It’s backward, unconventional. Danny can’t find it in himself to care.
It’s a wondrous thing when their cores synchronize. Something finally clicks, like a lock snapping into place, and suddenly Danny can feel so much. The humming harmony of their cores permeates every single one of Danny’s nerves. The rush of giddy happiness is unlike anything he’s felt before. He can feel Jason, too. The rampant emotions fling between them until it's hard to tell whose is whose. In Jason’s arms with a core bond in place, Danny has never felt so secure in his life.
This. This is what he's been missing.
Danny breaks away from their kiss to nip at Jason’s jawline, paying special attention to the scar. Jason makes a pleased sound, tugging lightly at his hair.
“Your teeth are sharp as fuck.”
“Aren’t yours?”
Jason nuzzles under Danny’s shirt collar and into his shoulder. Danny shudders as he feels canines dig into his skin. They’re sharp, but not as sharp as his.
Danny giggles, pressing a kiss to Jason’s hair. “I want to see how skilled you actually are with those teeth. Once you’ve healed we can have a proper spar.”
“I’ll show you a proper spar,” Jason grumbles.
Suddenly Danny is pinned, lying on the couch with Jason’s weight on top of him. Jason kisses his cheek, tucking his head back into the crook of his neck with a contented sigh. It's like the world's best weighted blanket, Danny thinks as his eyes droop shut in relaxation.
They remain like that in silence, basking in the positive emotions and comfort of their new bond. It’s about ten minutes later that Danny finally breaks it.
“Why me?”
“Hmm?”
“Just… why court me? I know I pass through your haunt now and then but we’ve only actually seen each other like… once. What could I have possibly done to catch your attention?”
“You punched a mugger.”
“Yeah… so?”
“You knocked the fucker out in one blow before I could even lift a finger.”
“And?”
Jason lifted his head to give him a pointed look.
Danny stared back.
Oh…
Oh!
“Do you have a competency kink!?”
Jason flushed, ducking his head back down with a groan.
#Danny: You have a competence kink!#Jason: I do not have a competency kink.#Jason a few weeks later after watching Danny shoot a man with a Macgyver-ed microwave: Fuck... do I have a competency kink?#I'm not actually sure if this leans more toward a T rating or an M rating and I would appreciate input#Slap a Bow on It#deadonmayn24#my writing#dpxdc#dead on main#dom24d1
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"you gotta let me go, lovebug." kiyoomi rumbles, attempting to gently wiggle out of your baby's grasp. the lovebug in question only gurgles, happy to have her father's attention on her. it quirks a smile on kiyoomi's face. his amusement is short-lived, however, when the grip on his finger seemingly tightens in response and tightens even more when he wiggles just a tad harder.
his rising panic amuses you to no end.
at the sound of your quiet giggles, kiyoomi looks up from the baby cradled in your arms and looks you in the eye.
"a little help would be nice, you know?" he frowns. "our food's gonna be here any minute."
"i would love to but there's nothing i can really do when she's clinging like that, kiyo." you send him the most sympathetic smile you could muster with the laughter still bubbling up your throat. "you know how she gets."
and kiyoomi does—he really does. your daughter got it from you, after all.
#just wanted to write smth short and sweet where kiyoomi calls his kid lovebug#i'm still pretty deep into my girl dad kiyoomi hcs.........;;;;#i just think he'd be the best dad :(#like he would try so hard to make sure he does right by you and your daughter SOBS;;#sakusa kiyoomi#sakusa x reader#san's blobs
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I've had a realisation,
So, we all like to dunk on Akechi for having a stupid plan- which, well, yeah; but I think that a lot of people (whether they like Akechi's character or not) tend to miss the point:
That being, that the holes we all poke in his plan; "Why didn't he just kill Shido at the start?" "There's no way he'd live/be free after that," "His plan to ruin Shido's reputation would never work," are actually far more revealing as to Akechi's priorities, than they are of him just being 'stupid'.
For starters, "there's no way he'd live/be free after that." -as a fandom I think we've all already come to the conclusion that Akechi's regard for his own life is spotty at best. I wouldn't necessarily say that he wants to die by the time of the third semester, which really just adds to the tragedy of the whole situation, but I digress. Point is, the kid needs therapy, moving on.
"His plan to ruin Shido's reputation would never work," Ah, now this is where I think some cultural differences start to come in to play- I won't say much, since I'm relatively uninformed, but by the sounds of it, revealing that Shido has an illegitemate child is actually the kind of thing that would make a lot of people raise their eyebrows. And, more importantly, the kind of thing that would really throw his "easy election win" into some serious jeapordy. (AND, it's never exactly stated that "revealing himself as an illegitemate child" was Akechi's tactic to ruin Shido- more of a "hey, Shido, guess who it was that ruined you, you piece of shit?"- which, well, more on that mindset later)
Next, "Why didn't he just kill Shido from the start?" This is where I think a lot of people get tripped up. To my memory, there is not a single point in the engine room where Akechi says that killing Shido is the cornerstone of his plan (localisation differences notwithstanding. I'm sure someone will come yell at me (/lh) if this is the case). Now, to be fair, Akechi in the engine room is really just him giving a very desperate powerpoint while he sharpens his sword- so I don't doubt that he's skimming over a couple points. But, you'd think that Akechi would remember to mention that if that really was his main goal.
Okay, so Akechi doesn't want to kill Shido. Cool, follow-up question, "Why didn't he just give Shido a pshychotic breakdown from the start?" That's the kind of thing that would have ruined Shido's reputation, too, right? And, it would have been before he would have had the means to try and cover it up. Well, finally, I can get to my point:
Akechi needs Shido's disgrace to be loud, because he needs everyone else to care, too. Akechi's revenge isnt just against the man who left him and his mother for dead, but also against the society that continued to leave him for dead, again and again; the society that only lauded him as something special if he slapped some pretty wallpaper over the past he had absolutely no control over.
Looking at it like this does a lot of things:
First, it really amps up the whole "the PT's justice and Akechi's justice foil each other". Akechi's revenge is also a vehichle for revolution, since it is, in essence: "Look! Look at the man who you lauded as a saviour! Look at me, the man who brought him down. Aren't we both disgusting, in your eyes? Take a look at yourselves. Aren't we all the same?"
That leads pretty nicely into Akechi as a pawn for Yaldabaoth, too. Akechi wants to make sure he and Shido go out with a bang, and leave a shitshow in their wake. That's prime God of Control real estate! It's also prime "metaphor for Ruin" real estate; you get the point.
And, finally, an interesting point comes from all of this. That being, that, well- the only reason that Akechi's plan wasn't going to work, is that he placed too much stock in the idea that Shido has any concept of loyalty or gratitude. Shido, as we all know, is an absolute piece of shit- and still, Akechi had believed that maybe, just maybe, his father would feel bad for being terrible to his son.
(I'm not going to go on too big of a tangent, but that is an interesting insight into Akechi's idea of Justice, and into what his personas might represent. Contradiction, as ever, is the name of the game, and Akechi simultaneously believes that there's no way to get anywhere in life without force and violence, and that there is also a fundemantal truth of what is good and fair within human hearts)
The message of this, I'm pretty sure, is not: "Akechi failed because of that lingering belief in humanity" (wouldn't that be one hell of a heel-turn lmao), but rather: "Akechi, with his distorted (ha) priorities, was never going to be happy in any quest for vengeance, even if his plan succeeded entirely"
tl;dr, Akechi needs therapy. Wait- Maruki, no! Not that kind of therapy!
#persona 5#goro akechi#I'm sure someone has made a similar analysis of this before#but all my thoughts about p5 have for the most part just been me talking to myself- so I wanted to get this one down in writing lmao
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rewatching mass in time of war and the whole shiv-kendall interaction where they're arguing over whether she knew about cruises and she's like i never got in the pool with any of those creeps and he's like yeah because dad let a gang of creeps run cruises and she's like no kendall because i was fifteen is just so. like interesting to me. it feels like one of very few direct, in-your-face reminders that shiv was both the only girl with three brothers but it wasn't just her brothers, she was a girl SURROUNDED by mainly men for most of her girlhood. and i think for all of kendall's posturing in that scene and his maybe-partly-authentic interest in dismantling the sexist abuse in waystar he has probably not considered that his only sister had an entirely different set of experiences considering he thinks a fifteen year old girl not getting in the pool with a bunch of grown men must mean she knew that those men were involved in large-scale sex crimes,,, and like whether she or any of them knew or not as children is a different conversation but i just think that scene is interesting from the perspective of like. we hear so little about their childhoods and it feels like a glimpse into the isolation of a girlhood without a present mother or sisters or anyone to guide you or contextualize your experiences. materially you have everything you could ever want but still you are profoundly alone
#this is not saying anything new this has all been discussed i'm sure#but you cant stop me from writing it out anyway !!!!!!#like the show engages with this peripherally i feel#with little throwaway lines like that#to me to ME it is very fascinating and very sad#shivposting
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