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j-nope-not-today · 2 years ago

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OKAY SO I HAVE THE BEST IDEA EVER, SO LIKE WHAT IF YOU WROTE JUST LIKE QUOTES WITH LIL ITTY BITTY SCENARIOS FOR THE BAY!BOYS JUST FUNNY AND CUTE LIL ONES IN THE SAME WAY PPL WRITE HEAD CANNONS BUT INSTEAD, ITS QUOTES?!

TMNT quotes!!

A/N: Love this!! Thanks for requesting! I hope you like it!!

These are all quotes I'm sure the guys would say (But it's just my opinion). All credit to the original people who said the quotes btw.

Raphael

"One day..I'm gonna make the onions cry." Raph mutters while cooking.

"Some things are better left unsaid. Which I generally realize right after I've said them." -Raph after an argument

"Hi I don't care, thanks." Glares at Leo

"I never said most of the things I said." Raph after every argument with Leonardo.

"If you haven't got anything nice to say to anybody come sit next to me."

"Were all born mad. Some remain so." "Take back what you said."

"Well if I called the wrong number then why did you answer the phone?" "Because I thought you needed something!"

"I have had a perfectly wonderful evening, but this wasn't it." Looks at his arguing brothers.

Leonardo

"Friends are god's way of apologizing to us for our families." Leo sighs lovingly looking at his brothers.

"When we ask for advice we're usually looking for an accomplice." Motions to Mikey and Raph sneaking out.

"Before I refuse to take your questions, I have an opening statement." Leo announces to Master Splinter as they all sneak back into the lair.

"There cannot be a crisis next week my schedule is full." "Leo their still gonna rob the bank Friday!"

"I'm sorry, if you were right I would agree with you." "But I am right!"

"Don't talk about yourself. It will be done when you leave." Glares at Raph

"It's always funny until someone gets hurt. Then it's just hilarious." "Just help me up.."

Donatello

"Sometimes I wonder if this is all happening, because I didn't forward that email to ten people.." Donnie mutters to himself as he looks at his brothers.

"Before you marry a person you should make them use a computer with slow internet first to see who they really are." Donnie smiled at Mikey. Patting his shoulder.

"I just asked if you wanted to go to the arcade.."

"It's okay if you don't like me..not everyone has good taste." Cue Donnie flipping imaginary hair, striking a pose.

"People who think they know everything are a great annoyance to those of us who do." Glares at everyone in his vicinity.

"The problem with having an open mind, of course, is that people will insist on coming along and trying to put things in it." Donnie anytime his brothers suggest something to him.

Michelangelo

"I never make the same mistake twice..I make it three or four times just to be sure!"

"This is why we can't have nice things!"

"Some days I have it together and other days I find toast I made three days ago still sitting in the toaster oven." "That was you?!"

"All right everybody line up alphabetically according to your height!" "I swear I didn't push him that hard!"

"Laugh and the world laughs with you..snore and you sleep alone." Glares at his brothers.

"The weather forecast for the night: dark." "Why did we leave him in charge of the flashlights?"

"Never fight an inanimate object." Looks down at the broken vase

"Food is an important part of a balanced diet." Proceeds to eat another slice of pizza.

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stitch1830 · 3 years ago

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hey stitch, I have some hcs(potential fic prompts?) 1.) Kanto looks after baby Lin(2-4 months old?) this time while Toph goes back to work. She doesn't come back. ~ 2.) Lin has a heart-to-heart talk about her extreme shyness with both her parents~ 3.) Kanto(or any person in the gaang) ties Lin's hair~ 4.) Kanto & Toph realize Lin is going blind due to genetics and they have to tell her~ 5.) Lao & Poppy tell stories to Lin about her mother when she was young~ 6.) Toph & Kanto witness Lin's firsts

Continued from other ask:

ran out of characters, srry im bthering u~ 7.) Toph and Kanto witness a boy confess to their little girl only to see that she sees him as a friend(not Tenzin btw) 8.) The Gaang and their kids watch a horror movie 9.) Kya and Izumi want to play with Aunt Toph's loong hair 10.) Katara can't understand how the beifong girls are not afraid of bugs 11.) Lin sees her parents kissing after a hard day at work 12.) Kanto & Toph find Lin fainted on the floor 13.) same as above, except switch Toph and Lin

Hi Anon, thank you for the ask! And don't worry, feel free to send as many asks as you'd like! Sometimes it just takes me a while to get to stuff.

And these are really cool headcanons/fic prompts! I have them saved, so maybe intermittently I'll post some ficlets, but for now, I'll just respond to each HC if that's okay! If you want a particular ficlet first, lemme know! :)

1.) Okay ANGST. That would be so heartbreaking if Toph dies or if she's just missing. Like, I imagine Kanto sets Lin down in a high chair or puts her down for bed, and when he opens the door, he's so glad he's not holding her because he would've dropped her. Kanto would be absolutely devastated. Toph is everything to that man, and he'd be inconsolable.

2.) That would be so sweet! Definitely a bit sad, I mean, imagine what it took for her to admit that to her parents. But then when they tell her they love and support her, the world feels a little less scary and heavy for Lin. She's got a great support system behind her that will have her back always.

3.) A very cute idea! I feel like both Toph and Kanto take care of their hair really well when the have the time and ability to do so, so I think it would be adorable if Kanto took the time to learn how to do his baby girl's hair.

4.) Oh. My goodness. THAT'S SO SAD. Toph would feel like it's her fault, Kanto would try to be the reassuring voice to both Toph and Lin, and Lin perhaps is in a bit of denial. I think eventually, the three of them are able to get through this change, and Toph would be Lin's biggest advocate and support, showing her how to navigate the world through seismic sense and would be someone that can relate on that sense. Kanto I think would already be pretty aware of how they perceive the world and would be encouraging. So while I think overall they'd be fine, I think that initial conversation would be rough.

5.) Yes! Gimme good grandparents Lao and Poppy :) I really like the idea that Lao and Poppy are in their daughter's life, so the HC's where they're good grandparents is so sweet.

6.) Any firsts that Lin accomplishes are like... A HUGE accomplishment and celebration. Kanto gets to see Lin's first smile (Toph eventually gets to trace her smile), and Toph gets Lin to laugh. Lin walks to some random object which annoys them because they were competing for that one, but they're still so excited to see her walking. And first earthbending experience was once of the greatest feelings in the world for the both of them.

7.) Ooooh very interesting! I have a feeling before Kanto knew that Lin only liked the boy as a friend, he'd very much be Protective Dad!Kanto, so that would be kind of funny. And just as he's about to say something to the kids, crisis averted and he's all shocked and like... 0_o

8.) No thoughts head empty just Kanto whispering the entire film into Toph's ear quietly but loud enough for her to understand. And every now and again he just whispers sweet compliments and sayings to her.

9.) I think this would be fun if Toph was stuck at home because she's pregnant and so Kya and Izumi have her cornered and she has no choice but to let them play with her hair haha!

10.) We actually have this HC where Kanto is afraid of bugs too, so it would be HILARIOUS if the Beifong girls are just like "It's just an itty bitty bug!" Kanto and Katara are both like "FUCK NO GET THEM OUT OF MY FACE GAH."

11.) Lin would definitely stick out her tongue and yell "Gross!" but Toph and Kanto just tease her for it as they hold onto each other.

12.) I mean, at any age, Toph and Kanto would be mortified, so they'd just freak out and try to wake her. I can see Toph elevating Lin's head as Kanto gets help and whatnot. They don't sleep for days after it.

13.) Again, I think both Kanto and LIn would freak out, but Kanto would tell Lin to go get help as he holds Toph and tries to wake her. Kind of depends on how old Lin is, but I think she'd be scared and confused because Mama is the toughest person she knows. Why did she faint? I can see her having nightmares about that afterwards.

Okay! I think those are all the ideas, and they're all great, Anon! I think I should have some time to write a few things about these, but let me know if there's one you wanna see written first! Thank you again for the ask, and I hope you have a great day!

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Send me asks about ATLA, or anything, really! :D

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high5nerd · 5 years ago

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Vorfreude

Aay, my first (at the time) Pitch x Reader one-shot!

Don’t fook your professors, folks.

“When understanding the root words of our modern day languages, it can be daunting to fully comprehend the detail such a language as English can be intertwined with a multitude of other languages long forgotten,”

Dr. Pitchiner was certainly entrancing when he spoke at the podium, flourishing a hand at the list of most common prefixes and suffixes used in today’s modern English, along with a surprise list of obscure ones you knew you had to take note on. Dr. Pitchiner wasn’t one to give easy exams, the last exam was so gruelling someone almost passed out from a panic attack at the multitude of pages.

Despite enjoying writing yourself, you weren’t as invested in English as he was, which was a given, hence the reason his PhD in English as well as a degree in Latin Translation. Many times he’s journeyed to Italy to help assist scholars in finding new information on the lost civilizations of Rome, Sicily, and Pompeii, and that credit alone was the sole reason he got the job at this state college. He should have been employed at universities like Harvard or Yale, or even Oxford or Princeton, but yet here he was, teaching at your simple state college with an acceptance rate of 93% and the highest transferring stat in all of your state.

Not a lot of students found him attractive like you did. Certainly there was more than a couple handfuls of girls, pockets of them, who’ve admired his lithe figure, his graceful movements and that firm ass that was way too snug in his black slacks. Most of them admired his physique from afar, some even daring others to get closer to flirt with him shamelessly, and usually that ended up with a bad memory for the attempted action, as well as the girl who tried to drop the class out of utter embarrassment at such a call out after class that could be heard around the hall.

Dr. Kozmotis Pitchiner took no bullshit from anyone, and that’s the main reason your heart fluttered at the thought and sight of him. This class wasn’t the first time you two had met face to face either, shockingly. Quite hilariously, the first time you two met, you didn’t even like him.

Three years ago, you were an itty bitty freshman just like the ones that recently arrived this semester, and to the best of your luck, you scored almost five hours of total free time on Mondays and Wednesdays before your Intro to Biology class and Intro to Psychology course after lunch.

Why not explore the gorgeous campus during those five hours? It would get you more acquainted with your surroundings and in small cases, make new friends! Grabbing a can of fruit juice and a danish from the dining hall, you munched as you explored the massive quad before discovering where the art gallery was, venturing towards the art and theatre buildings you’d be in the next year for your art perspective requirements. You found yourself meandering in the photograph-covered walled hallway of the English department, unknowingly headed towards the campus’s own local newspaper headquarters when a voice startled you from your entrancement with your journey.

“Hey. Where do you think you’re going?” a voice matching the texture of velvet came.

You turn around, frowning at the sudden startling noise. There just feet away from you, emerged from his office was a man dressed in what you would consider funeral appropriate attire, a smooth black suit with a basic black tie, and shiny black dress shoes that looked like they could reflect sunlight and somehow cause a car accident if he walked outside.

“I’m exploring. Where do you think you’re going?” you shot back, taking a long sip of your fruit juice.

You were mildly surprised to see a smirk cross his devious lips, his silver-gold eyes narrowing at your sass. He almost looked amused at your attitude, even enough so that his tensed shoulders relaxed, but his arms still remained folded over his chest.

“At the moment, I’m going wherever you think you’re headed, which should be in the opposite direction you’re headed.”

Ooh, he likes playing word games. You took another sip and then took a big bite of your danish, not caring about how childish you were coming off to him. You pointed towards the hallway, “Why can’t I go down there?”

He gestured his head in the same direction, “It’s merely copy rooms and computer labs meant for the Daily Mascot Oracle. Nothing worth checking out.”

“Oh. That’s a shit title.” you commented.

He barked out a heartwarming laugh. You grin at him, glad he finally was capable of taking that stick out of his ass and be a decent human being. Almost three times so far in just two days you got two people to really dislike your presence and your sassy attitude, someone named Bunnymund and another elfish looking kid named Jack who’s definition of fun didn’t match yours at all.

“I certainly didn’t agree to it either, but the editor in chief made sure my vote was outnumbered,” he hesitated, thinking quickly before glancing at you, “Are you a freshman?”

You nodded, knowing what he would ask next, “Majoring in psychology with hopefully a minor in alternative medicine and therapy.”

He looked genuinely impressed, “I must say, it’s quite refreshing to have a new student under that field. Not a lot of freshmen choose that whilst entering for their first year. What makes you like that field of study so much?”

You shrugged with a smile, “I like the whole concept of the human mind and how it functions on an emotional state. It’s interesting how certain actions and emotions can create feelings inside us, and I especially love the study of dreams and fears and hopes. I want to do a project on dream therapy for my senior thesis when it comes time to that, but I doubt they’ll let me. Professor Oren didn’t like hearing me say that at orientation.”

Dr. Pitchiner nodded, “Oren doesn’t really believe in the science behind dreams, and certainly not the spirituality behind it if you believe in that sort of thing. I certainly do.”

“You do?” you were genuinely surprised, literally taken aback. You wouldn’t have considered such an eloquent, smooth and finely dressed man to believe in a spirituality. He reeked of realist to you, you certainly weren’t expecting that.

He nodded again, “Of course. It’s only natural for the human psyche to become understandable to a certain degree, and it’s been proven through many other cultures that such things exist, like the sixth sense or empathy or precognition. Why not in dream analyzation? It’s fascinating, I’m glad you’re interested in it. If I wasn’t an English professor I would immediately return to college to take advantage of that.”

That’s when you realized how gold his eyes were, how they sparkled like the richest coins ever discovered in the vastness of the sunken world of ships at the bottom of the ocean. His eyes gave away intense wisdom, feeling and intellect that you felt the need to learn from. You needed to unlock every part of him to see beyond that gaze he gave you with that strange upturn at the corner of his devilish mouth.

Sure enough, you eventually found yourself in his class a couple years later for your required English Analysis course, and the both of you took advantage of that. You found yourself wandering back to his office between classes and office hours, knowing full well no one visited him nor had the courage to due to his harshness in class and strict code he sticks to in not forming attachments to the student body. For you, somehow you were able to break that barrier and see a different kind of man than what people upfront knew him as.

Your friend Katherine is your first and only senior friend at the university, and from her story when you signed up for his course at the beginning of the year, he was known to be callous and strict, such a polar opposite to leniency that even if you were sick with proof of illness, he wouldn’t accept that as an excused absence unless you flourished a medical note from a doctor to him. Everyone feared him, but admired him from afar since he’s the only professor to actually cut down on the bullshitters and slackers in class, and is one of the most respected professors there because of his adventures in Italy as a historian as well as a translator.

You, however, knew him as a sarcastic, good humored intellect with an avid thirst for learning the unknown, and unlocking skills he’s never attempted. From the times you would visit his office or bump into each other in the hallways and have small talk, you learned that at one point in his life he was just as brash, brazen and impulsive as you are now. Before he considered becoming a professor, he was eager to study what you were studying in now, especially the study of phobias and humans’ reactions to certain fear-triggering events or objects. You were the only one that’s ever heard him snort at a god-awful joke you would attempt at, and the only one that’s ever seen him grin at you in such a way it made your stomach flip and flutter.

Perhaps you exposed yourself too much to him, or perhaps he was just so relatable you felt like you sometimes felt like you were talking to a part of yourself you’ve never discovered before. It slightly scared you how much he knew about you and it wasn’t even the end of the fall semester, but you trusted him in ways you’ve never trusted another before. He always promised you absolute confidentiality with your confessions to him, most out of pure merriment and in the goal of a strengthened friendship, like when you told him when you were fourteen you tried blending into the popular clique but still found yourself drawn to the nerds and theater kids once more. He once gave you such a dubious smirk at the notion of you once being the stereotypical geek, with what you claimed to be the unattractive flat hair, braces and awkward gait.

“I can hardly believe that of you.” he chuckled.

“Why? You can kinda tell, don’t lie.” you winked teasingly.

He tilted his head in his hand at you, looking your figure up and down so slowly and languidly that it made your face heat up with a sudden thrill you haven’t felt in a long time.

“Whoever you were before has grew into a fine young woman, that’s most of what I can see.” he looked at you seriously, his eyes hard with truth.

Ever since that you realized that the idea of him being closer than what you two already were was something else you wanted. You thirsted for it, like an obsession. Unhealthy, you weren’t sure, but you were careful not to give yourself away to him, in fear that it would destroy that friendship you two already had. Without anyone’s knowledge but his, you both called each other by your first names. You called him Koz, and he called you by the nickname you wanted him to call you.

Even just watching him write on the board, hearing his voice wrap you lovingly in it’s deep musical tones made your legs tighten in excitement. You furrowed your brows, trying to ignore the incoming thoughts of his voice saying your name like a mantra as you wrote down everything being scribbled on the board.

The guy next to you noticed your discomfort, and nudged his elbow with yours. You looked at him, affronted, “What?”

“You look pissed. You okay?” he looked suspicious.

“Shut up, I’m fine.”

“(y/n).”

Your blood froze, looking up at him in pure fear at being called out in front of class. His hands were folded behind his back, his eyes lingering on you and only you. The class stared at you, nearly a thousand eyes focused on your nervous leg bouncing and the pen in your hand being crushed by the amount of attention drawn onto you.

“I see you have already started to discuss with Stephen,” you could swear to the moon above he smirked ruefully, “Would you like to tell us what the definition of vorfreude is?”

You gulped quickly before looking down at your paper, noticing that the last couple notes were not even notes, they were sinful descriptions of what you wanted him to do to your mouth and in between your thighs. Your face grew incredibly red to the point it prickled your skin as you stood up. You never broke eye contact with him. You can’t be weak now.

“Vorfreude is a German word to define a type of intense anticipation of imagining future pleasures.”

He nodded, his smirk subsiding to something even darker at the moment you uttered the word ‘future’, “Excellent. Glad to see you’re still paying attention despite your distractions.”

Some people snickered at your red face deepening in color as you plopped back down in your seat. By now Koz was shuffling the exams collected last week, freshly graded and corrections that could leave someone in tears if not taken lightly.

As he passed around the graded exams going over the class’s weak points and what to look forward to for the next midterm, you doodled a bit more in your notebook and wrote more lines of absolute sin into a poetic verse, something E. E. Cummings would be absolutely proud of.

You read over your lines, admiring the visual rhymes as well as the absolute clear imagery of being locked into him, his arms like a vice as he would pull your hair and bite at the sensitive parts of your neck, and even now you squirmed at the daydream of such a carnal act going on in his office. More than anything, more than just impressing him with your knowledge and sharp tongue would be for him to pin you to the desk and make you cry out his name in ecstasy as your legs would quiver with release. You bit your lip as you tightened your grip on your sweatshirt, trying your damn hardest not to accidentally make a noise.

That’s when you noticed the shadow lurking over you.

You froze. Your entire body became still with horror and your blood turned cold as Koz read over your carnal poem and observed your lewd doodles with a casual eye as he handed you your exam. You reached out for it with a shaking hand and slowly placed it over the notebook page, knowing it was too late to hide the damage.

“Please see me after class about your note-taking.”

You nodded, trying to fight tears from the utter embarrassment as he finished handing out the exams. You close your notebook in disgust with yourself. Koz continues the class until 5:45, the usual time it ends when everyone wastes no time in dilly dallying and immediately leaving, most if not all heading to the dining hall for dinner. You, planning to indulge in just a minor dinner consisting of cereal or soup out of embarrassment and sadness, packed up slowly.

“(y/n), a word please.” he beckoned from his podium.

You refused to look at him as you stepped down from the lecture hall stairs to the podium, your backpack slung over your shoulder and your confidence crumbling even further as you waited with baited breath as he finished shutting off the projector and computer.

“You have quite a knack for poetry for someone who says English isn’t their forte, as well as for a psychology major.” he calmly noted, hardly glancing at you.

You couldn’t help it, you couldn’t hold it in anymore and let it burst from your chest, all your thoughts jumbled into a single rambling mess, “I swear I didn’t intend for you to see it, I just-I just-I don’t know why I did that and I know I messed up our friendship, it’s all my fault and I’m really really sorry, I seriously wasn’t thinking and I just can’t help but feel these things and it just makes it worse when I think about you, I don’t know what to do about it-”

A hand crept around the back of your neck and forced your head up, and without even a single warning you felt warm, wet lips enveloping yours, biting sweetly as well as fervently. You couldn’t help but make a noise of startlement at the sudden action, but before you could even have time to melt into the kiss, he pulled away, a smirk on his face.

“It’d be inappropriate for me to do such things, but more inappropriate for you to act on it as well. Yet, I know you are wise enough to not pursue it like you want to.” he stated, his eyes resembling molten gold.

Your gaze flattened, “Koz, what the fuck was that if you say you’re not ‘pursuing it’.”

He grinned, “Your confirmation of your feelings, as well as a promise of patience.”

“Patience?”

He smirked again, tilting his head and embracing the feel of superiority again, “You have nearly one more year left. I wonder if you have the patience to stick it out-”

That pissed you off. You grabbed his black tie and pulled him down, startling him as you kissed him hard. You pulled away just as quickly, enjoying the look of surprise on his face as well as slight bewilderment at being cut off from gloating.

You smiled innocently, smoothing down his tie as well as the front of his jacket, “Nice to know I’m not the only one enjoying the feeling of vorfreude from now on. Have a good day, Professor.”

Without a second backwards glance, you confidently strode out of the lecture hall, leaving Koz impressed as well as out of breath at your grand exit. He didn’t realize he’d be aching for you just as much as you ached for him.

It’s only a year, right? Not too long…

Boy were you two wrong.

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testingcheatsenabletrue · 5 years ago

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My One, My Only, My Guardian…

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[pt.3] (???????????????)

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“Uhm… Guardian?”

The exo grumbled, tugging her jacket over her shoulder.

“Guardian, I-I don’t think-“

“Neit’er do I. Let me sleep."

I whimpered and rattled in my shell. This.. wasn’t how I expected this to go. Granted, I don’t really know what I expected. But it sure wasn’t this.

“Guardian-“

“Mot’erfucker!” my Risen sat up abruptly and glared at me, which is possibly the most terrifying sight in the solar system. “Why do ya keep calling me ‘Guardian’, t’at isn’t my name, ye little gobshite.”

“Y-you remember your name!”

“Yeah? Who teh fuck doesn’t?”

“Well, n-normally after resurrection, people don’t really remember, well, anything of their past life. Mostly because they’ve been dead for so long, the memories have deteriorated, a-and just generally stuff gets lost in the resurrection process…. W-whats your name, Guardian?”

My Risen stared at me, her glare still in place, but a little less… glare-ey.

“Guardian?”

“Lets just stick wit’ ‘Guardian’.”

“Oh! We-well, that’s okay. The past isn’t important, what’s important is the here and now, and the future we make together!”

“Toget’er?”

“Oh, right, uh, the basics. Take a seat, because this is a long one-“

“Oh no,” my Risen grumbled. “Can we get somewhere else first? I’m not likin’ teh vibes of t’is place. Too out in teh open.”

“Good idea – I-I don’t like the, uhm-“

A distant rumble of pykes made us both tense up.

“Did you just fart?”

“No, that’s Fallen. We need to get somewhere and hide. You’re not prepared to fight them yet.”

“Yet?”

“That’s part of the long explanation I’ll give you. Hold still.”

I moved towards my Risen, who flinched as I did. I hid away – it was strange, almost natural. I just. Faded away. Like a ghost.

Maybe that’s why we’re called that.

“What teh fuck-“

“I’m still with you, don’t worry. I won’t ever leave your side, Guardian.”

“Full offense, floaty marshmallow dude, yer freaky as shit.”

“Ow,” I winced. “It’s.. that’s fine, I’ll explain everything later. It’ll all make sense then!”

“Pinky promise?”

“Not enough time. Run!”

My Risen scoffed, throwing her hands in the air in frustration. She looked around the area quickly, almost not giving any thought before she ran towards the nearest building.

“Not a good idea, head the other way. Away from the pykes.”

“Yer shitting me,” she instantly turned heel and bolted in the opposite direction, fixing her clothes as she went. “Why are my clothes all fucked?”

“You were dead a long time. Also, I may have messed them up while unburying you.”

Her voice snarled as she hopped along on one leg, tucking her pants into her boots, “I was fuckin’ buried?”

“Uh, yes.”

“Well t’at’s just grand!”

After a hilarious show of tumbling through the streets towards the outskirts of the city, tripping over every possible piece of rock, rubble, and scrap imaginable (all while spouting all manor of unsavory and… just in general things I refuse to repeat on principle), my Risen was able to run far from any place the Fallen would think to go.

“We should find a place to hide.”

“Tell me what I don’ know.”

“You’ve been dead for centuries.”

“On me ass I was.”

“You were.”

“What year is it?”

“I… actually don’t know.”

“T’at’s sad, Marshmallow Dude.”

Not sure how I feel about that name. On one hand, I’m insulted, but on the other, I feel like screaming and flying around in circles from happiness because its... so nice to have a name of my own. Marshmallow...

My Risen eyed the nearby houses, slowly stalking through the streets, like she was hunting for something. She had a very tough walk, radiating a confidence and swagger I don’t think I’ve seen before. She didn’t seem to care about being subtle. It.. it was kinda cool... just a little...

She turned on her heel very suddenly, half-jogged towards a house that, despite the half caved-in roof, seemed relatively untouched in comparison to the previous buildings we passed by. She peered in the window.

“I can see if the doors unlo-“

She smashed in the window with her elbow and climbed in.

“Or.. you could do that.”

My Risen slowly walked through the long-abandoned living room, taking a brief look around before peering up through a hole in the ceiling. I came out of hiding and flew up, giving the upper rooms a quick scan.

“Looks like the floor in this room caved in a while ago,” I called down. “But everything else still accessible. Might be something in here we could use to arm you.”

“Nice.”

“Stairs are due East, far corner.”

“That’s gas, ya have a compass, do ya?”

“No?”

“T’en can ya give me directions in ‘left-right-forward-back’ ‘cause I have no clue which way is deweast.”

Huh?

“Uh… towards the far wall from the window we came in, left, forward to the far wall then left again?”

“T’anks.”

A ruckus came from the stairs. Stomping, presumably from my Risen walking up the stairs, then a thump, and a loud swear.

“Forgot t’is is made fer short people.”

“Sorry?”

“Not yer fault, Marshmallow, unless ya built t’is place.”

“I don’t have hands.”

“No way, I couldn’t tell.”

I… giggled. She was funny! I couldn’t help it!

“Kay, well, while we’re looking – whats teh craic?”

I turned to the door, “What?”

“What- uh. What’s… up?” my Risen hobbled forward into view, rubbing the back of her neck as she leaned forward, the top of her shoulder blades dragging across the ceiling. I… did not realize how tall she was.

She has to be a Titan… has to be.

“Uhm. Nothing much? Well, actually, a lot. Like. Life changing a lot. I mean, I just resurrected you after searching for hundreds of years, after all.”

“Hundreds of years?”

“You’ve been dead for… a long time.”

“I was dead?”

“Uh- yes? You were buried, remember? Sorry, I-I thought the connection was already made-”

“Shit.”

“I-I know that can be kinda scary to hear, but just, uhm, just don’t think about it! I mean, you’re alive now, and that’s what matters.”

“Wait, so are you some sort of like… I dunno… t’ingy t’at resurrects people?”

I shook with excitement. This was one of the things I have been waiting for, for so, so long….

Did not expect it to be in a decrepit house with my Risen stuck in a doorway and pinned between the ceiling and floor like an oversized doll in a toyhouse, but who could expect that?

“In a way. I’m a, uh, thingy that resurrects you. I’m your Ghost.”

My Risen stared blankly at me.

“There are a lot of Ghosts. Hundreds, thousands, maybe even millions of Ghosts. Each one was created by the Traveler to find their chosen, their Risen, so that they can protect humanity from the forces of darkness.”

“T’is sounds like a plot to some sort of epic fantasy game.”

“It-“ I paused. “It kinda does, but it’s reality.”

A thousand different expressions crossed my Risen’s face.

“You’re my Risen, my chosen, my Guardian of Humanity. Ergo the whole.. calling you ‘Guardian’ thing. You wield the Light to combat the darkness, and I’ll be right by your side the whole time!”

“T’is really does not sound… real.”

“It is really, really real,” I said. “Oh! Also I can resurrect you if you die again, so don’t worry about that.”

“I-“ my Risen put a hand to her forehead. “Give me a moment.”

“Sure thing.”

She took several deep breaths, drawing invisible lines in the air with her free hand, “Wait, what’s teh Traveler?”

“I’ll show you once we get back to the city.”

“’T’ee’ city?”

“It’s the Last City, protected by the Vanguard and the Guardians, built under the Traveler.”

“Oh so t’is is like a zombie apocalypse t’ing.”

“Not.. not entirely.”

She gave a ‘hmph’ in response and glanced down the hall, then headed right. I hovered just behind her, staring up at the back of her head. Her hands moved slowly, gently grazing over everything in her reach, curious eyes studying every detail down to its finest grain. We came upon a spot where the wallpaper was coming off the wall in thin sheets, and she ripped a piece off without so much as a second of hesitation, ducking into the room just after. She turned the piece over in her hands as she paced about the room, picking pieces off like flower petals, them spinning and twirling as they fell from her fingers like leaves from a tree when the weather starts to get cold.

As the last bits of the wallpaper fell to the ground, she started to look at her hands. Flexing each one of her fingers in order, waving her hands in front of her face as if they were some sort of alien object she had just discovered.

I wonder how she’d react to real alien tech... It might be funny. But this? It was just. Fascinating to watch. I couldn’t describe the feeling. Relief? Adoration? For a moment, I forgot where we were. What we were doing. I was completely distracted by the sight of my Risen, watching her take in all the sights and sounds and feelings as we slowly walked through this abandoned house.

We’d have a house together, soon. Like a itty bitty one that Guardians get given. I’ve heard they’re really cute... I wonder what ours will be like. We can grow plants! Maybe those flowers I wanted to pick her? Do you think she likes red flowers? No, pink? Yellow? Red. She seems like she likes red. She has red-liking energy.

My Risen halted at the window. She inspected her clothes, running her hands along every seam and through every pocket, head rising as she gradually turned to look out though the warped glass. The dim light from the cloudy-day sky surrounded her silhouette, the dust in the air dancing through the beams of light. My shell twirled and I sighed.

My Risen…

Her head suddenly snapped to the side. I couldn’t make anything out, save for her bright, teal eyes staring at me from the pitch darkness of her silhouette. I fell to the ground like a rock, stunned by a wave of fear.

“What? What is it? Is something wrong?”

“Lightbulb,” she said, shoving her hand through the window and pulling out the window’s vertical cross section.

And that was all she said for the remainder of the hour as she ferociously assembled what looked to be a staff, with shards of glass and broken wood hastily attached via all manner of tape an knots. I wasn’t exactly sure where she found the tape. She claimed it was in the drawer of a nearby dresser, but I wasn’t too sure about that. I didn’t notice her finding it at all. The whole time, I sat in just. Complete awe. The fact she came up with this, seemingly on the fly, astounded me.

She really was the perfect Guardian.

“We should get you to the Last City,” I said, still only half aware of what was actually going on.

My Risen grunted in response.

“It’s not too far from here, a week’s travel by foot, maybe.”

She twirled the staff in the air, presumably testing it to see what needed to be fine-tuned.

“If we grab ourselves some sort of vehicle that was a least a little functional, that could be brought down to a few days.”

“If we could get a plane it could be a few hours.”

“A plane?”

My Risen pointed to the collar of her jacket. I lifted myself off the ground and hovered closer, inspecting the spot. There was a rusted metal pin, seemingly in the shape of a bird of sorts. At the very least, it had wings.

“It’s.. a bird? Winged thing? What about it?”

“Wing t’ings means I used ta be a pilot. Not sure what kind, but t’at don’t matter. I could probably fly a plane. Planes are fast, right?”

“How do you know that?”

“Know what?”

“The- the pilot thing. The wings could mean anything! And even if you were a pilot in your past life…” I spun my shell anxiously. “What makes you think you can fly a plane in this one?”

“Well, what could happen if I fuck up? I die? Ya just said you can revive me.”

“That-“

Oh no.

She’s clever.

My Risen slammed her staff against the wall, it - remarkably - stayed in one piece as it punctured the wall with a watery thunk. I shivered at the sound of her resulting cackle.

“Here’s teh plan, Marshmallow,” she propped herself against the staff and climbed to her knees, looking down to me with wild eyes. I could tell: she was ready for an adventure. “We’re in a big city. We wander I fer a bit, pick up a zoomy boy and fix it up real quick, use it to find a place wit’ planes er somet’in’, ‘cause big cities always have t’ose. T’en we nab one of t’ose big boys, I get us in teh air, and you give me directions to t’is Last City place. T’en, boom-“

“We crash?!”

“Hell yeah!” she stood excitedly, slamming her head against the ceiling, causing dust to poof out of it in thick clouds. She winced, instantly hunching over and placing a hand on her head. “Fuck!”

“Careful!”

I bolted to the air and scanned my Risen, squeaking with worry. I healed whatever damage she sustained.

“Let’s get outta here. I wanna fly a big boy.”

“You’ll fly a big boy eventually, but let’s take it slow, okay? There’s still Fallen… and I just resurrected you.”

“I have t’is pole, t’ough.”

“They have guns.”

My Risen stared at me.

“Lots of guns.”

“So I gotta steal teh guns.”

“I- You definitely could, yeah, if you could get to them.”

“I’ll get to t’em.”

“What makes you think that?”

“I said I would, and when I say I’m gonna do somet’in’, I do it.”

I chirped and spun my shell, staring at my Risen as the illuminated dust floated about her. She’s amazing, “Before we go-“

“Ya.”

“I just want to say: I love you, you’re amazing, and we’re going to get that big boy.”

“T’at’s the spirit!”

#Gordon #Alix #long post #gordon: so heres the plan #alix: uh huh #gordon: they have gun #alix: ya #gordon: i TAKE gun #alix: yep okay #gordon: ... profit???#alix: traveler still my beating heart shes the one #also enjoy this chaotic garbage im not planning a thing #my keyboard goes slap slap slap and i just make sure it's coherent #but thats the Gordon Way and I would not give her anything less

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eirist · 6 years ago

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A Taste of Summer

LAZY, HAZY, COZY NIGHT

One-shot #: 2

Disclaimer: One Piece (and its characters) belongs to Eiichiro Oda-sensei.

Reminder: I have no beta-reader. Any grammatical and spelling errors are solely mine.

Warning: OOC possible. One shot.

Rating: M (Suggestive & Itty Bitty Naughty)

Note: Entry for the #ZoNaSummerFestival event. Theme: Yukata.

Summary: “I think you’re the one who’s lost Nami.”

Nami blinked uncertainly as she stared at the unfamiliar surroundings and a frown appeared on her face.

Where in the world is she? Did she get lost? Whoa!

She’s very sure that this is not the corridor that leads to the room she and Robin are sharing for the night.

For one, she clearly remembers being surrounded with the seemingly endless shoji screens in the area where their sleeping chambers are located.

And there is certainly no open space complete with an exquisite garden and a small pond basking in the silvery glow of the moon anywhere near where she’d come from earlier.

The sound of a souzu’s bamboo hitting the rock reached her ears. Turning towards its direction, she confirmed that this is not where she’s supposed to be.

Yep. She’s lost.

How is that even possible?

She probably made a wrong turn earlier. What she initially thought was a small, humble inn… it was a false impression… the place was humongous.

No wonder those pirate fiends they fought earlier made it their base.

The Straw Hats had docked on this island earlier and the survey group (namely Luffy, Usopp and Chopper) that scouted it cheerfully proclaimed that they saw a local inn in the mountains where they can take a ‘mini-vacation’.

Kami knows how much they need it. They’ve been doing a lot of fighting these past few weeks that its bound to push every single one of them hurtling towards insanity.

As their captain yapped about their ‘vacation time’, they all trudged uphill since said inn is in a high point overlooking a humble village.

When they arrived there, they met face to face with a really unpleasant and vicious pirate crew called the Goldiggers.

Said crew have been terrorizing the area for a month now, raiding and stealing from the townspeople in the village for sport and had made the inn their ‘headquarters’, much to the dismay of the elderly couple who runs it.

They had successfully driven out the outrageous group of ruffians. Poor pirates who haven’t heard of the names: Mugiwara no ichimi, Straw Hat Luffy and Pirate Hunter Zoro for starters.

And much to the delight of Nami, an aging map was left behind as the Goldiggers departed in panic as if the devil himself were on their heels.

That’s when they learned that the other pirate crew’s main objective for staying in the island was to hunt for treasure.

Which the navigator straightaway assigned as tomorrow’s mission… and the others know very well not to contradict.

The elderly couple, who was really thankfully that they’ve driven out the hooligans, offered to accommodate them in the inn for as long as they like… or until they were able to successfully find the treasure (Nami was adamant that they will not leave until they find it and haul it back to the Sunny—log pose locked or not—or heads will roll).

So tomorrow is going to be one heck of an adventure… and she should rest for her to be in tip-top shape for the treasure hunt.

That is… if she can find where their room is.

She felt her head droop sideways involuntarily.

That’s it! She had way too much sake. Not that she’s a light drinker, but they did party raucously and Franky kept shouting ‘kampai’ and they kept drinking toast after toast.

If she was feeling the first brushes of inebriation, then there would be no hope for the rest of her nakama.

Well… except Zoro. She could probably submerge the swordsman in a tub filled with alcohol and he will climb out of it still completely sober and asking for more.

She shivered a bit when a soft breeze blew by. Her wet yukata was clinging to her body tightly and she rubbed her arms a little for warmth. Their hosts had explained that the island is mercilessly hot during the day but it gets cooler once night-time rolls in.

Maybe that impulse to midnight skinny dip in the onsen was a bad idea.

But the steamy water was so tempting. Not to mention it offers a damn spectacular view of the sea—even in the dark of the night—that she can’t help but take the opportunity to submerge herself in it and relax by herself while the rest of her nakama partied and drank themselves to oblivion.

It was refreshing. But the combination of sake and a calming bath was making her lethargic.

She woozily made her way across the wooden floor, forcing herself to find her bearings. But it looks like her brain had already fallen asleep before her.

Thank Kami they had the place all to themselves. She can probably pass out in one of the many empty rooms; the inn had enough to accommodate each Mugiwara after all.

Up ahead she saw one of the shoji doors facing the pond garden was slightly ajar. Moving closer, she decided to peek inside out of curiosity when it slid open completely nearly making her fall on her ass from surprise.

“Eep!”

“Nami?”

The voice unmistakably belonging to their swordsman called her name.

“Zoro?” She queried in return. “You scared the crap out of me!”

The green-haired lad raised an eyebrow at her. “What are you doing here?”

“I could ask you the same thing!” She said with a frown. Then she burst into giggles. “You are lost aren’t you?”

Zoro scowled at her. “No I’m not idiot woman. This is our room.”

“Huh?”

“I’m sharing it with the other morons. But seems like they’re all too drunk to make or crawl their way here.”

She threw back her head and laugh. Zoro’s possibly correct. It was unnervingly silent considering that it was the Mugiwaras who are in the vicinity. The others are probably dead asleep or dead drunk back in the room where they’ve been celebrating.

“So you are not lost?”

A vein popped on Zoro’s forehead. “I think you’re the one who’s lost Nami,” he pointed out. “Your room is on the other side.”

It should’ve been a hilarious moment… Zoro pointing out the correct directions to the navigator… if not for the fact that Nami was just staring dumbly at him.

He sneaked a closer look on her flushed face and realized that she had one too many.

“Oh…” was all she could muster after a few seconds of spacing out. “Why do you have the room with a nice view?”

Zoro did not answer her and clicked his tongue in annoyance. Then he noticed the water droplets making small puddles on the floor.

He scrutinized her thoroughly. “Why are you wet Nami?”

She snickered. “Thought it would be fun for a midnight dip.”

He stared at her disbelievingly. “You’re crazy.”

“Am not! Feels good after all that sake.” She was looking a bit dazed, blinking slowly and groggily.

Zoro sighed. “Come on. Let’s get you out of that.”

“Pervert.”

“OI! Don’t lump me on the same category as ero-cook.”

“You want me naked.”

The green-haired man blushed. “Not for the reasons you’re thinking,” he huffed. “I just don’t want Chopper in my case ok? I’d be getting it if you turn up sick because I let you sleep in that.”

He turned his back on her and marched inside the room. Nami stayed outside watching him, swaying a bit as the mixed effects of sleepiness, alcohol and the hot bath took its toll on her.

“Besides, we still have to look for that treasure of yours tomorrow right?”

Nami smiled widely at that.

“There’s a spare yukata here,” Zoro explained as he went back to her, brows furrowing as he watched her start to fall asleep on her feet. “Use this,” he ordered, offering her a dark green robe. “Might be a little too big for you though.”

“Thanks Zoro,” she smiled sassily at him.

“Hnn...”

“Shiawase punch,” she sing-songed as she untied the belt of her yukata, dropping the robe down the floor.

Zoro blanched as all the blood in his head went somewhere lower as she stood in front of him in all her naked glory.

Damn if that didn’t get him into thinking things he wants to do to her.

“Nami!” He instead hissed through gritted teeth, turning his blind side towards her to avoid seeing more than he should. Even if she was shamelessly flaunting all her assets in front him, he refused to ogle like their resident perverts out of respect, though to be honest, it was really tempting.

Realizing that she was standing outside for all the living souls to see, he pulled her inside while keeping his eye on the floor as she sniggered at his reaction. “What the hell woman! Get in here!”

Sliding the shoji doors shut, he shoved the yukata at her before turning away to compose himself. “Get dressed you crazy witch!”

She had the gall to pout at him. “You’re no fun,” she complained but did what he ordered her, sliding her arms inside the sleeves and wrapping the garment around her. She tied the belt loosely and announced, “I’m charging you for peeking Zoro!”

“The hell you are! You’re the one who undressed suddenly in front of me!” Zoro rubbed a hand on his face out of frustration. She could very well be the death of him.

He will have that image ingrained in his mind and it will not make things easy for him.

“Zoro it’s too big!” Nami complained as she poked at his arm, prodding him to look at her.

He glanced at her warily, carefully, in case she decides to subject him to her happiness punch again.

To his relief, she had donned the garment, but it was slipping down a bit that it gave him a glimpse of her shoulders… and her cleavage.

“Just tie it tightly Nami.”

“Afraid to see me naked?”

“Shut up! And you know what? Just go to sleep ok?”

“You’re such a grouch Zoro.”

“Hey! Gratitude witch. Want me to throw you outside? You can sleep in the pond for all I care!”

“Mmmm…”

She did not answer anymore and just settled down on one of the futons on the floor.

He watched as she burrowed herself on the soft mattress not even bothering with the cover duvet. She lay on her side, facing him, her eyes closed.

Zoro sat down a near her. She was mumbling something about teasing, treasure and tomorrow. He snorted. Typical Nami.

He had planned on drinking some more sake while enjoying the view outside when Nami appeared earlier. Perhaps, he still can. He slid the shoji doors open, taking care not to let too much moonlight in lest it wakes the mapmaker.

And he let himself enjoy the sake, the momentary peace, the view, while observing the orange-haired girl every now and then as she slept.

He ran a hand through his hair. Nami can be a handful. It’s tiring to deal with her that’s why most of the times he tries to stay clear of her. But there are moments when he enjoys her company… if it weren’t twisting his stomach into knots and making his heart beat fast.

Lately, they both seemed to be standing on the same ground of attraction. Both had been tiptoeing on how to handle the mutual affection they’re feeling.

That naked stint of hers is just one of the many ways to confirm what he wouldn’t outright admit.

He casually glanced at her and swallowed. She looked enticing, even more when she’s sleeping this contentedly. Her yukata had ridden up, exposing the soft skin of her thigh. The garment was open just enough to give him a glimpse of her generous cleavage as well as the curves of her breast.

Damn it all. Even sleeping, Nami was still trying to tempt him.

And if he wasn’t a man of discipline, he would have her splayed wide on that futon, moaning his name.

He shook his head and decided to call it a night.

Sliding the shoji doors closed, he covered her up with the duvet before lying down on one of the futons at the other end of the room. Far away from her.

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Zoro woke up to the feeling of warm breath tickling his chest.

His good eye flew wide open when he realized what was causing it.

Someone was cuddled beside him.

He looked down and his eye met with orange hair and it dawned onto him that Nami was now sleeping beside him with an arm draped casually over his waist, her face almost buried in his chest.

What is she doing so close to him? She was three futons away from him and in the other end of the room.

Did he move towards her?

He looked around and saw that he was still in the same place where he decided to lie down earlier.

So that means…

Nami deliberately moved closer to him.

He drew back a little and Nami groaned at the movement.

“Stop wiggling, Zoro. I’m sleeping,” she murmured.

“What are you doing Nami?”

She sleepily looked up to his face, taking in his confused expression.

“I transferred here...”

“Why?!”

“It’s a bit drafty. And you are warm,” she answered dozily. “Now shut up.”

“Nami…”

“What?” She asked irritably. The stared at each other for a few seconds; him—unamused, while she—a bit peeved off at his reaction.

Then she snorted. “You let Momonosuke’s sister snuggle beside you to sleep. What’s the difference if I do it?”

Zoro stared at the top of her head and sighed in exasperation.

“Well for starters, she’s not almost naked beside me,” he pointed out.

Nami gripped the front of his robe. “I am not naked idiot. I’m wearing something.”

“But you are underneath that.”

Silence hovered over them, as Nami glared at him.

“And she’s not making me feel weird,” he admitted.

This time she tilted her head to see his expression much better. “And I do?”

He nodded.

“Is it a good weird or a bad weird?”

Zoro shrugged.

Nami pulled back a little. His answer was really vague and she doesn’t know what to make of it.

Maybe she was reading a bit too much than what is actually there between them.

She was about to push off away from him when his hand went to her nape, stopping her.

His lone, grey eye stared straight into her brown ones. “She’s also not making me want to do this,” he muttered, pressing his lips on hers softly.

And Nami inhaled sharply at the sensation. The hand that was resting on his waist gripped his yukata tightly

Zoro pulled away to study her reaction. She was looking at him with half lidded eyes, her lips slightly parted. He moved his head down to claim her lips again, this time for a much deeper, longer kiss.

Nami smiled against his mouth and he reluctantly pulled away.

“Anything else I make you want to do that she doesn’t?” She asked in a hushed tone

“Yeah,” Zoro answered breathlessly.

“Well what are you waiting for? We’ve got the whole night.”

#zoro x nami #ZoNa #zonami #zonalove #zona one-shots #zona fanfiction #one piece fanfiction #ZoNaSummerFest #ZoNaSummerFestival #roronoa zoro #nami

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zonamievents · 6 years ago