Zatanna: Nightwing- God Damn! Oh boy, I forgot you wore that and looked like that!
Zatanna looks away seeing him in his suit.
Zatanna: Sorry, I've not seen you in a while and the only guy I've been around is Constantine.
Nightwing: Oh okay, understandable, but you called me.
Zatanna: Oh great heavens, right! I- I can't look at your physique and talk to you.
Zatanna turns the other way, looking at a billboard. She pulls out her phone and calls her father, Zatara.
Zatanna: Daddy, explain.
Zatara (sighing): She needs help with capturing a killer and you're the only one she wants to work with.
Nightwing: That's all? Sure.
Zatanna: Yes!
Zatara: One thing, Nightwing?
Nightwing: Yeah?
Zatara teleports himself into the area his daughter and Nightwing are in and grabs the man by the neck.
Zatara: If you do anything with her that is not apart of this mission, if you even kiss her hand, Batman will not be able to stop me from the punishment I will wreck upon you! I will turn you into the glob that was in "I Have No Mouth, and I Must Scream." Then I will turn you back with the memories of that pain. You understand me?
Nightwing (terrified): Crystal clear, sir. I won't do anything to her.
Zatanna (lamented): Oh man.
Nightwing: Zattie, not now.
Zatara: Don't call her that nickname or I will make you relive your worse memory and not the one you think it will be.
Nightwing (scared): Zatanna it is. I won't touch her or look at her, I promise.
Zatara: All right.
Zatara releases Nightwing and the man walks a few feet nervous.
Zatara: Sweetie, be safe and keep the mortal alive unless he attempts to have his way with you again, then contact me.
Zatanna: Daddy, I am a grown adult.
Zatara: That doesn't matter when it comes to the possibility of you being with a Wayne child.
Nightwing: I mean I'm not that bad.
Zatara: Did you forget what I just said!
Nightwing looks down at his feet.
Zatara: Good luck, Zattie.
Zatara kisses his daughter on the forehead and vanishes out of the area.
Zatanna: Dad's I swear. Nightwing, you ready?
Nightwing whimpers, laying on the ground scared.
Zatanna: Chill, daddy was kidding around.
Nightwing: He's never cursed a man by turning them into a faceless glob in constant pain?
Zatanna: ...Okay that guy cheated on me with my friend and he turned him back. The guy's in an insane asylum, but you're not that bad.
Nightwing: You're lucky we're at least friends.
Nightwing gave her a thumbs up still trying to analyze what just happened.
Zatanna: Eh, that's more a benefit for you and don't worry I got us two separate hotel rooms.
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Alright chat I'll make you a deal. When I reach 1000 followers on any of my platforms I will commission Davis to voice act this segment from my Errors in Resentment fic, and get it animated.
His grin wavered back into a frown, “Don’t worry about it.” He muttered, turning back to the surface of the table.
“I am worried about it!” Ruin shrilled, “Quite frankly, your behavior as of late has been extremely worrying!” He continued, uncrossing his arms to use his hands for emphasis. “You haven’t even touched any of your personal projects in a week, and you’ve made hardly any progress on Bloodmoon because you’ve been burying yourself inside of your own code! I’m allowed to worry!”
Irritation bubbled up and spilled over, “Why? Because I’m not working on your shit anymore?” Eclipse fired back, sitting back to scowl up at Ruin. “That’s why you brought me back, right? To work on your shit?”
“Well, yes, but that’s not why I’m worried!”
“Then why?!” Eclipse asked voice strained near Sun levels of pitch. He threw his hands up in exasperation, “You treat me well, you aren’t violent to the point you cause harm, and I know you can be dangerous, but you haven’t tried to pull a fast one on me yet. I’ve seen how you treat that golden idiot and his damned brother, but you don’t dance circles around me. So why, Ruin? Why do you worry, why do you act like you care ?!” He seethed, half out of the chair by now, on more physically equal footing than he had been sitting, when Ruin was sitting on the table.
“Oh I don’t know, maybe because I do ?!” Ruin yelled back, posture stiff, built-in claws fully extended. A defensive position, Eclipse’s HUD informed him, a fighting position.
“Well, don’t! Don’t care, it’s not going to get you anywhere! I’m not going to change, I’m not going to become this hero you look up to Sun for!” Eclipse snarled, own claws flexing in response. Geared for a fight, he hadn’t had a fight in stars knew how long, maybe this is what he needed. Piss off Ruin so those damnable emotions would stop.
“Quite frankly! I don’t want you to change!” Ruin shot back, “Have you ever once considered maybe I enjoy your company the way that it is? Or are you too blind by your own fucking insecurities that you can’t see outside of the box that is Eclipse?”
Lucky me I don't expect to hit 1k for a long while, I'm only at 400 as of writing this. So I've plenty of time to let this fester. (For those that don't know what EiR is it's basically my "Eclipse and Ruin are friends" AU that I made before we got copy Eclipse.)
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🎂🎈
Akaashi organizes a surprise party for Bokuto's 18th birthday. He enlists the entire team, assigning them each to a specific task—who brings the decorations, the cake, etc. He keeps lists in the weeks leading up to it, updating everyone on a secret group chat.
He is adamant that the party has to be PERFECT.
The third years especially are happy to oblige—they find it adorable how serious Akaashi is about everything. They calm him down when something minor goes wrong, reminding him that Bokuto will love it no matter what.
The day arrives. Komi delays Bokuto since they share a final period class, while the rest of the team hurriedly sets up. Akaashi sternly (but still politely) barks orders as he scurries around with his clipboard.
“They’re coming!” Onaga whisper-shouts from his place at the door. Akaashi gasps, and then everyone takes their places, collectively holding their breath.
Komi hops into the gym with a grin on his face. Bokuto is chattering away behind him, but the boy freezes in the doorway when he sees—
“Surprise!”
Bokuto’s eyes nearly bulge out of their sockets, and then he’s beaming, letting out a delighted laugh.
The party goes off without a hitch. The food is delicious, the music fun and the presents thoughtful. Akaashi had made sure to leave up the volleyball net, knowing Bokuto would still want to play at least a little bit.
“Thanks so much you guys,” he smiles as they clean up. “This was the best birthday ever!”
Konoha shrugs. “Thank Akaashi, dude. He basically planned everything.” He smirks as Bokuto’s jaw drops open.
“Really?” He glances at Akaashi, who flinches slightly as if caught. “Did you, ‘kaashi?’”
The younger boy nods shyly. “I’m glad you had fun, Bokuto-san.”
Bokuto surges forward, catching Akaashi in a quick yet crushing hug. When they part, Bokuto relishes in how the boy’s sharp cheekbones are flushed red. It’s… oddly satisfying to see.
“Happy birthday,” Akaashi mumbles softly, and Bokuto doesn’t know why he’s suddenly feeling so warm all over.
He’s pretty damn lucky, isn’t he? He’s got the best teammate, the best setter, the best friend in the world! The fact Akaashi did all of this for him is amazing.
Actually, Akaashi does A LOT for him. Bokuto’s not oblivious to how attentive the younger boy is to him. No one else stays with him every day for extra practice, or helps him study every week. Nobody else seems so dedicated to keeping Bokuto in tip-top shape.
And now this.
Maybe Bokuto should start helping Akaashi more. And maybe invite him out to do fun things—things that have nothing to do with school or club.
He should definitely start repaying the favor…
// Thanks for reading! I know it’s not my best, it’s really sappy and simplistic but I hope you enjoyed. This might have a 2nd part later this year! Keep your eyes peeled around the start of December lol
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The verb shanks uses being also break up/divorce is sending me. I’m going to be delulu and decide it is what Oda meant. Buggy burned their wedding certificate. /joking
Btw if you ever feel need to talk about buggy just go for it, it was one of the best analysis I saw recently on this site. /genuine
Where were you hiding all those years I needed you/joking
(context for the divorce comment)
the joke usually goes that the person burning the marriage certificate thinks it's like a receipt and now their partner can't get rid of them... of course buggy knows it's much more like a product registration form, and without it shanks can't get any of the support promised in the warranty!
& thank you!! people have been so very kind in their response to my thoughts! i don't have anything new and buggy-specific to say at the moment, i'm afraid—i have fic ideas, but i think we may be at the point where i need more material to read before i can generate meta without someone prompting me—though i did just find some buggy meta that was posted not long after 1082 came out that melted my brain a little. that should be coming out of my queue in a week or so!
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