For the @allvalley100 amnesty week, prompt “Ocean Deep”
3rd amnesty fill
Together they heave the black bag over the side. It’s heavy, but the relief they feel as it drops out of sight is immense.
LaRusso finds his hand in the near dark; Johnny holds on tight and squeezes.
“We’re safe now. The kids are safe now.”
Johnny looks at him, ocean eyes glinting in the reflection of stars and waves.
They’ll have to clean the boat and burn their blood spattered clothes.
It’s a shame, Johnny thinks. Daniel looks good in red.
He kisses him and it turns hungry, desperate.
The past sinks away beneath them. The boat rocks gently.
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The thing about Paul is that he is legitimately kind of unhinged in his willingness to throw himself into physical danger and risk getting hurt or killed in a fight that matters to him.
The way he goes NYOOM the second he realizes that Duncan is about to fight a fuckton of Sardaukar. No shield no weapons no plan no hesitation, ready to take on the most fearsome soldiers in the known universe in his pajamas. And he would have if Duncan hadn't locked the door.
Fly through a sandstorm because it's the only escape route? Never done it before but sure. Crawl under a moving harvester the size of a building with chompy bits on the end? Worst plan ever, let's go. Bait the ornithopter gunship into shooting at him so his crush can blow it up? It was his goddamn idea. Hide quietly when the Harkonnen soldiers show up during the eclipse? Oh hell no, he is looking for a way to escalate that situation immediately. He just killed someone for the first time like yesterday and did not enjoy it. But as soon as the Harkonnens are there he is ready to throw down.
The absolute trapped raccoon energy of him just grabbing the knife blade when Feyd's trying to stab him the second time, because it's probably over but he's not gonna make it easy, and maybe that gives him the extra second he needs to pull his own knife out. That teeth-gritted look he gives Feyd when he is on his knees, beat to shit, two stab wounds, blood all over his face, and is still like bitch you THOUGHT you could out-crazy me.
Like many things about him, it's a double-edged blade. Because it's what wins him respect among the Fremen, that he's willing to go to the front lines and not afraid to take risks. It's the most potent expression of his fierce protective streak, that he'll jump into danger to defend those he loves. And it's also fucking terrifying. It just adds such a chaotic energy to all the other ways that he is scary, that he doesn't just command armies of fanatics and have the power to make the Emperor of the Known Universe bow at his feet, but that this blood-streaked feral little gremlin might show up personally at any moment and stab you in the neck.
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Valentine’s Gift
Floyd Leech x Reader
You stare at the tooth in your hands. It’s the first time you’ve ever received such a thing. Especially for Valentine’s Day.
“Guys,” you say thoughtfully, “what am I supposed to do with this?”
Ace takes a look over your shoulder and immediately blanches. He slams your hands shut like they’re the shell of a clam, tightly sealing it away from his gaze.
“Ew, gross! A tooth? It’s even got a bit of gum still attached!”
Deuce puts his hand on his chin. “What kind of tooth is it?”
“Apparently an orca?” You want to open your hands to take another look at it, but Ace firmly presses them closed. “Dude, are you squeamish?”
“What, me? No way, nuh-uh.” He vehemently shakes his head, looking up to the sky and laughing in a strained sort of way. “There’s no way I’d be squeamish about a tooth.”
“At least there’s no blood, right?” Deuce tries to get a look, only for Ace to shove him aside. He scowls and shoves back. “Losing teeth fills your mouth with blood, it’s pretty gross. Er, not that I would know from experience!”
Ace and Deuce dissolve into their own bubble as they quarrel. You ignore them and open your fingers back up to reveal the tooth. It’s almost the length of your hand. Much bigger than you thought. Maybe they only seem small because orcas are big, dwarfing them in comparison.
“They sure are kickin’ up a fuss about nothing. You can’t even eat that.” Grim grumbles, rubbing his belly. “Don’t people usually give chocolate or something? I was hoping to eat something real tasty.”
Typical for a cat that only thinks about food. Even if you received chocolate, you certainly wouldn’t give him any, since they’re from that person. You wonder about the reason behind the tooth in particular. To be honest, you should have expected this. It’s ridiculous to think Floyd would follow the usual conventions on anything, let alone gift-giving on Valentine’s Day.
He sought you out earlier and loudly proclaimed he had something for you. He plopped next to you in the cafeteria, pressed the tooth in your hand while explaining how much fun he had wrestling an orca, hugged you near suffocation, and went on his merry way. Like a summer storm. You didn’t even get the chance to give him the chocolates in your bag.
You look out the window, drowning out the sounds of Ace and Deuce’s insults and Grim’s griping. At this time of day, Floyd’s probably working a shift at the Lounge. You’ll visit him later with the chocolates in hand. Maybe you’ll make him wait for it. He’s so terrible at being patient, so you might have to run around the Lounge’s tables, laughing as he tries to swipe them from you. Then, when he finally eats them, you’ll be sure to tell him how flattered you are to have received the tooth.
A blush settles on your cheeks as your gaze turns dreamy. You hope he’ll compliment your chocolates. After all, you spent a good few hours last night to make sure they’re perfect. Floyd went through all that effort to get you an orca’s tooth, so your gift certainly can’t be lacking!
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Oh, I just realized why there's not so much trolling in the internet lately, or rather, it's something people are unfamiliar with; signing up to websites is hellish, and they ask for all your personal data. Every fucking popular website asks you for your phone number, real name, double check identification, and all sorts of intrusive information to sign up. The other day I was configuring a new phone for my aunt and she would have been lost without me, there are jobs that ask for less background check than a fucking Gmail or Youtube account (which you need to use the Playstore), let alone instagram, or all sorts of stuff. Electronic banks have asked less verification from me than social media.
You can go through the hassle once (even though we shouldn't but it's a systemic issue at this point) but to open up an account for trolling and saying bullshit is too much of a hassle, unless you commit to it. There's also the fact that everything tries to be connected to your real name (it was such a process to make an alt Twitter as El Biotipo internet guy, not my real name) and real face (TikTok) now, and generations have grown expecting that, so the idea you could be some guy in the internet posting bullshit with no consequence just to rile up people and the fact that it could be fun, without the hassle of making new accounts, is lost.
So everyone thinks that when someone is posting absolute crap, they think they are being sincere (because why would you make an account on the internet just to lie???), when a few years ago, it would be just trolling.
Interesting this leads to a few places where the ancient art of Lying On The Internet For Fun is still alive; Reddit (ALL AITAs ARE FAKE, just so that you know), comment sections, and obscure forums. More interestingly, technically tumblr should be a place for that because it's one of the few places where you still can be mostly anonymous, but the average tumblr demographic is... como dicen los gringos? theatre kids? in a way, too nerdy and 'nice' to troll because that's lying and lying is bad you know
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