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dc-gotham-instincts-wild · 5 months ago

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Babysitting Your Little Siblings.

Summary: At one point when everyone is at Jason's apartment for no reason, Jason, Cass, and Dick are faced with the challenge of getting their younger siblings to sleep (Bruce promised them money) while Bruce is away on a case.

Notes:

I don't ship any of the Batkids, they're all siblings to me.

In my mind, Dick is the oldest, Cassandra is about seven months older than Jason, Tim and Steph are about 4 months apart, Duke is about 2-4 years younger than them, and Damian is obviously the youngest.

Dick, Cass, and Jason form the older trio, Tim and Steph are the middle, Duke and Dami are the youngest, but it's basically oldest three vs youngest four.

Yes Bruce has/did have legal custody of all seven. Tim? he stole it. Was pretty easy for him too.

The next door neighbor part is because..... I didn't exactly know how to start it so i started it that way.

THE ENDING WAS INSPIRED BY THIS FIC, SO UHHH CREDIT FOR THAT PART GOES TO THEM!

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The Batkids all basically lived at Wayne Manor, but Dick, Cass, and Jason, being the oldest three, and the legal adults, all had their own apartments that they did use, just they liked breaking back into WM because it was more home than their apartments.

But every now and then the whole gang just kind of.... went and rolled down to any of the apartments, chilled, fooled around, watched something, even stayed the night etc, etc.

Case in point, once when Bruce was off on a larger case, but Tim, Steph, Duke, and Damian had school the next day and Cass had a broken arm, so he left Jason, Dick, and Cass in charge and for no reason they kind of just rolled over to Jason's.

The next door neighbor, Owen, knocked on the door, wanting to know about the sudden influx of noise. He didn't mind, he was just curious.

Jason opened the door, looking a bit tired, his hair messy and a bit sweaty, but there was a spark in his greenish-blue eyes that Owen hadn't seen before in their earlier interactions.

"...What?" The young man asked. Owen hesitated, hearing voices from behind his strange neighbor.

"Just, uh, heard more noise than usual and got curious. Not annoyed, just curious."

Jason blinked, then seemed to realize. "Oh, that's just my siblings. They're over." Owen blinked in surprise. "You- you have siblings?"

"Yeah, there's seven of us!" Yelled a girl's voice behind Jason. "Adopted!" Added a young male voice.

Jason rolled his eyes, though a hint of fondness was there in his eyes.

"Yeah. Me and my older bro and sis are the oldest three, so as thus-"

"We are left in charge while Dad is away." finished another young man, appearing behind Jason. He seemed to be a bit older than his brother. "I'm Dick. Oldest of seven insane siblings. Jay here is the third oldest."

Jason rolled his eyes. "Yeah. Our sister Cass is between us. Anyway, sorry about the noise, we're trying to wrangle the little ones to bed since they have school tomorrow and Dad ain't here. We're here at my apartment instead of the main house for no reason other than pure randomness."

Owen blinked. Looking over The twos' shoulders he could see two girls, one seeming between Dick and Jason in age, the other somewhere in high school, plus three boys, one the same age as the younger girl, the other two younger than that but still apart.

"It's fine," He decided. "Hope they sleep though." He added with a wry grin.

Jason actually laughed. "Yeah, Dad promised us money if we manage to get them to bed, so..."

Dick grinned. "Yup!" He turned around to the room. "So you four better get to bed real fast!"

Owen nodded and grinned as the door closed.

It was nice to know his neighbor had a good family.

Jason turned around to his younger siblings. "You heard Dick, hit the hay!"

Steph rolled her eyes. "Do we have to?" Cass tapped her sister on the shoulder and silently pointed to one of the other extra rooms. 'Go,' her eyes said. Cass was like that. Her siblings didn't even need her to sign to understand. Just her presence was enough.

"Steph....." Dick warned. "School is next morning, sis." Steph sighed and finally slipped off to bed.

Next was Damian.

"Demon Brat, you heard us. You have school tomorrow and besides, it's almost past your bedtime, little one." "I am too old for such restrictions." Damian answered stubbornly, crossing his arms.

Jason sighed, running a hand through his hair.

"Damian...... You do know that I'm saying this on Bruce's orders, right?"

A stubborn glare.

Dick tried. "Hey Dami, if you don't go to bed then you'll be tired during school. Me and Jason can manage patrol and like Jay said, you usually go to bed on this time when you're not on patrol. You want me to call Alfred?"

That worked. Damian sighed, and went into one of the extra rooms, grumbling.

Alfred card always worked.

Jason slipped over to the table where Duke was hunched over his math book. "You done with your homework, bro?"

Duke sighed. "Nope. I literally can't get this last one."

Jason looked at the problem and sighed.

"Lemme guess- Ms. Rue is the teacher for your math class."

Duke blinked at him in surprise.

"Yeah, how'd you know?"

Jason smirked. "Oh, I had her. She's infamous for being the worst teacher ever."

Duke groaned. "Tell me about It!"

Jason grabbed the pencil and started telling him how to do it properly.

Meanwhile Dick had wrangled Tim off the couch and was gently guiding him to another room with an arm slung across his shoulders. It had taken Tim trying to bolt and getting scruffed for that to happen.

Dick managed to get the younger male to bed and smirked at Tim's glare.

"Hey, it's not so bad, little brother. You have school tomorrow anyhow."

Tim groaned but reluctantly settled down and pulled the blanket over himself. Dick chuckled fondly and ran a hand through the younger one's hair.

"Tell you what- you go to sleep right now and tomorrow after school I'll take you and the others to get some hot chocolate, deal?"

Tim brightened at the prospect of that. "Okay!"

Dick smiled and knelt to nuzzle him a bit before leaving.

Meanwhile Jason had gotten Duke to bed, and made sure Damian hadn't tried escaping, while Cass cleaned up the living room.

Jason sighed big and flopped down on the couch. "Damn, why'd Dad put us in charge?"

Dick grinned and ruffled his hair, earning a halfhearted swat. "Probably 'cause we're the oldest." Cass rolled her eyes.

After a bit Jason stood up and grabbed his leather jacket and his Red Hood helmet, while Dick went to a room to find his Nightwing suit.

"You'll be fine watching the little ones?" Dick asked Cass, whose arm was broken. She nodded and pointed at the window.

Red Hood and Nightwing clambered out, shot out their grapple lines, and went off on patrol.

Commissioner Gordon raised an eyebrow at the two near the end of patrol when they showed up on his roof with some of Penguin's henchmen tied up.

"Just you two tonight?" He asked. Nightwing grinned.

"Batman has a larger case on some traffickers, it's a school night for Red Robin, Robin, Spoiler, and Signal, and Black Bat's arm was broken the other night so she's watching the little ones to make sure they don't sneak out."

"Yup, so it's just the two oldest sons tonight, Uncle Jim." Red Hood smirked.

Gordon sighed, shaking his head as the two grappled off. "Oh, they are the Bat's sons alright," He muttered.

Bruce, finished up with his case, slipped into the Batcave and took off his cowl and all, slipping into a light grey T-shirt and pants with a black jacket (it was winter).

He knew from a text Dick had sent him that his brood was at Jason's apartment, so he got into his normal car and drove off after briefing Alfred.

He found the apartment easily, unlocked the door (So, he had one of the keys to his son's apartment, sue him), and slipped inside.

It was dark and quiet. He checked each room, finding one or two of his kids fast asleep in each.

Dick was curled around Damian, Cass was asleep in the bed next to Steph's (Why did Jason's apartment have more than one two-bed room?), Duke had somehow gotten into the same room as Tim.

Finally he found Jason, conked out on his bed, looking relaxed and happy for once.

"Oh," Bruce sighed. It was so long that he'd seen his son like this, ever since everything fell apart but somehow came back together again. He and Jason were working it out, gettin over the awkwardness and slowly healing their bond.

“Dad?” Jason mumbled, fist rubbed harshly against his sleep-squinted eyes.

Bruce ignored the ache that filled his chest at the word, knowing, relieved that his son was... okay. Not mad at him anymore, Here.

Safe.

“Just me, Jaylad,” He sighed, and pulled the blanket over his third oldest.

“The case?” Jason mumbled. His voice was deep, rough with sleep, but it was still Bruce’s kid, sleepy but safe, checking in with Bruce after every patrol.

“Everything was fine,” Bruce whispered soothingly, reaching out to tuck the cowlick of white hair away from Jason’s eyes. He blinked at Bruce, eyes more blue than green. He didn’t push him away.

“You can go back to sleep,” Bruce told him softly. “It’s late, little one.”

And Jason, with the same tiredness as the rest of them, didn’t argue. His eyelids slowly closed, his body finally relaxing.

“Stay?” Jason murmured.

Bruce almost said 'maybe', almost turned to let the younger ones sleep in peace, worried he'd disturb his kids, but Jason’s hand reached out, found the knee of Bruce’s pants and clutched the fabric in a grip so reflexive and old and instinctual.

And there was a question when he asked Bruce to stay, instead of knowledge that Bruce would do anything he needed, anything he wanted.

So Bruce gave in to what he wanted, sitting down and wrapping one arm around his son, hugging the younger male's head to his chest.

“I’ll stay,” Bruce heard himself say, exhaustion already entangling him. “Love you, kiddo.” Jason mumbled an agreement.

Bruce ran a hand through Jason's hair and closed his eyes.

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thekitsunesiren · 2 years ago

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hello mind if I drop off a prompt?

Damian let's his family know he is going to hang out with a friend.

a bat bugs Damian to find him hanging out with one Danni Fenton.

adult Danny/Sam/Tucker parenting a 12 year old Danni.

The trio earn Auntie/Uncle/Uncle privileges from Damian.

Oh, this will be fun!

Okay, first things first would be the absolute disbelief from the batfam from Damian's announcement. Because Damian. Damian "Demon Brat" Wayne, had a friend. A friend that they didn't have the knowledge of knowing until just then.

With Damian springing it on them, they didn't have the time to ask any important questions, let alone do a background check on the kid and their family.

From what Damian told them, the kid they were meeting was named Danielle, but she preferred to be called Ellie. She and her parents had moved to Gotham not too long ago. He met her on a pure coincidence. And of course, with how paranoid the Batfam was, that didn't settle well for them. The parents could've sent their child to get close to the Wayne family for the money. Or kidnap Damian!

Tim walked up to Damian and ruffled his hair while teasing the younger Wayne about how he finally made a friend that wasn't an animal. With a scoff and a swat as a way to get rid of the opposing limb, Damian turned and left the manor while slamming the door behind him.

As soon as it closed, Tim raced back to where he left his computer. There was no way he wasn't going to let his little brother go anywhere unknown without at least two trackers on him. And with how the others quickly scrambled behind him to get a look on his computer, the others had the same thought.

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Damian, however, was excited to visit Dani and her family.

The two had met when he was leaving school and waiting for Alfred to pick him up. And she wasn't that far from him, standing near the road waiting for someone to pick her up as well. At first glance, she looks like she could be someone adopted by father. Black hair tied to a ponytail and shockingly bright blue eyes. Immediately, he saw her as someone that his father would try to adopt just off of appearance alone. With her seeming to be around his age, he could claim that he could have a sibling to interact with more.

Of course, it wasn't long before the stranger took notice of his staring and turned to look him dead on. Her eyes meeting his in a serious stare down where neither of them moved.

When Damian made the move to speak, a car pulled up in front of the girl. The passenger side window rolling down and someone talking to the girl. She responded in turn before opening the passenger side door and getting in. Damian could only stand and watch as the car soon pulled away from the school and drive away into the distance. Not long afterwards, Alfred arrived to pick him up and he rode in silence on the way home while contemplating the other student that he met.

Okay! Here's how I feel like it would go down with their so called meeting out of the way.

Damian would see Dani and would immediately assume that she would be some sort of clone of either his father or one of the other bats. Was she sent to his school to watch and observe him? Did she know who his alter ego was?

After that, he would be watching her every move during class, surprising himself to find out that she was even in a few of his classes. Suspicious.

Does he approach her? No, because that would put too much on him and probably give her the opening she was expecting. He was ten steps ahead of her in every way!

Day after day, he watches and takes note of everything that she does, trying to notice any oddities in her behavior. Or any sign that she was spying on him.

While she didn't seem to be spying on him directly, Damian did notice her personality of being strong willed, stubborn and having a love for puns. Hm, a clone of the Robins maybe instead of Batman?

Dani, on the other hand, is wondering why the young Wayne seemed to be following her from a distance ever since they've seen each other that day on the end of school. From what Danny told her, it was the older Wayne's that she was supposed to avoid in case she was forcefully kidnapped, though it seemed that the younger Wayne was just as bad as the older ones.

How did Dani end up going to Damian's school, you ask? Well, it was simple:

Not long after Danny defeated Pariah Dark and took up the mantel as the next King of the Infinite Realms, Dani had returned from her travels around the world and decided to spend a bit of time with Danny as things calmed down. Maybe even get to know the others a bit better, seeing as she was never properly introduced to them.

She found out that he was dating both Sam and Tucker. Had been for a while now. Huh, go figure. And during that time of dating, she had arrived to catch up and spend a bit more time of all of them. Maybe even try to find a good reason to stay in Amity for a bit longer (even though she really loved to travel).

But not too long after that, a reveal gone wrong left Dani standing in a room with a frantic Sam packing up everything she owned while Jazz treated a barely conscious Danny's wound on his side. A gunshot wound that was from his parents no doubt.

One rushed explanation from Jazz about how the reveal went wrong, and how they had to leave Amity Park. Now.

With a quick meet up with Tucker, the five of them were huddled in a car and pedaling out of Amity as fast as they could. Dani staying in the back seat with Jazz to watch over Danny and make sure that he didn't pass out again on their way to-wherever it was they were going. Her core wouldn't allow it.

The clone didn't know how far they've been driving and for how long, but she knew that they were out of Amity and that was all that mattered. But the question bouncing around her head was: what happens now?

And the answer was to drive all the way called Gotham city and lay low for a while. Thankfully, a lot of the buildings were no questions asked. So when they find a place that could fit all of them (small and cramped as it was) while planning on what to do now. Of course Sam, Tucker, and Jazz all pretty much up and left without much except for some spare clothes and their ghost hunting gear (and a credit card Sam managed to snag from her mom's purse. Her own card didn't have as much on it.). But Danny was out of there and they were safe from both the Fentons and the GIW. For now.

Now, several weeks have passed. Jazz had managed to find a job to help with the money, while Sam and Tucker were both on the way as well. Which left Dani pretty much alone in the apartment with a slowly healing Danny. And while he was healing, he was kept on house arrest, much to his ire. Though he did help out with the cooking and other house chores while the others were out doing their own thing. And if the two of them occasionally floating outside their apartment during the night, who would tell on them?

When about two months passed, the older teens realized that Gotham would be their permanent home until further notice, so it would only be right that they allow Dani some time to get out as well.

So, they enroll her to school! Gotham U no less (Thank you, Tucker). Sure it was a bit stuffy for their tastes (mostly Sam's), but they were sure that Dani would fit in fine! What's the worst that could happen?

Unfortunately, Dani was a clone of Danny, so she was off to a bit of a rough start. And she hadn't really interacted with someone of her (supposed) age before, so it was all plenty new for her. So she really didn't know where to start.

It wasn't until she went to class that she met a kid in the back row facing the window, who looked like he didn't want to be in this class either. And during attendance she learned that his name was Damian Wayne. Odd, wasn't that the name of that rich family that Sam talked (more like complained) about? Oh well, coincidence maybe.

Throughout the entire day, Dani would notice that if they had the same class, he would be looking in her direction for moments at a time.

It was about the last class of the day when Dani pieced together as to why he could be doing that.

Oh..

He was shy!

Well, Dani would make sure that wouldn't last long. And maybe he would approach her soon.

So every day, Dani would work on getting to know him better. Even when he would brush her off and try to make her go away. She was as stubborn as Danny for a reason!

When the two finally became friends and Dani told that her new friend invited her to her house and also offered her parents, she forgot on whether or not that was truly the rich Wayne she was supposed to stay away from.

Dani had spoken about her friend plenty of times, and all of her parents seemed to like him.

Danny laughed every time Dani spoke about doing something or possibly pranking Damian, thinking that she was doing good with socialization and that the kid had to enjoy their friendship to some degree.

Sam was a bit more cautious of the friend, asking more of his likes and dislikes. Was he really bullying Dani? Did he say anything mean to her? Did she have to go to the school and fight a kid? All and all, Dani slowly convinced her that Damian was a good kid and she let it be. Telling Sam that Damian was a vegan may or may not have helped.

Tucker was a bit more lenient than the other two. The kid was nice to her? Didn't bully her? He was smart and knew his way around tech? Good

But as they stood in front of Wayne Mansion dressed in their more casual clothes, they all thought that they should've asked more questions about Dani's friend.

(All in all: neither of them have truly interacted with someone their age, your honor.)

Confrontations, miscommunication, and possibly a lot of bonding could come from both sides, and I would love to see it!

#Kitsune Kounters #danny phantom #dc x dp #dp x dc #dpxdc #dp x dc crossover #dp x dc prompt #dc×dp prompt #danny phantom crossover #dp crossover #this was in my drafts for literal MONTHS

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starberrybrunch · 2 months ago

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Like an Angel, 01

Friday, May 17th... 1996

"It's just a party."

"I don't know," Shauna responded with a sense of wavering behind her voice, checking out the look of the jean skirt she'd slipped on in her reflection. "It feels weird to just go like...nothing happened."

The three friends sat upstairs in the loft space Shauna had created into a cozy enough bedroom area. Lava lamps and low lighting shed warmth across the knick-knacks and framed photographs decorating every surface. Film photographs of the trio were stuck to the mirror of her vanity, bright smiles from Jackie and Shauna's recent soccer matches with a cheer-uniform clad Gracelyn in the middle of them- cheeks painted with yellow and blue hearts.

Teasing the back of her honey-blonde hair gingerly, Jackie kept her gaze forward, looking into herself. "It's not like skipping a party's gonna un-fuck Alli's leg."

Gracelyn sat on the floor near Shauna's messy bed, reluctantly touching up her makeup in the reflection of an antique full-body mirror. "Jackie, a little more sensitivity could go a long way with that," she prodded, lipgloss applicator in hand. "If Shauna feels weird too then maybe we shouldn't go tonight, we've got an early plane anyway-"

"Besides," Jackie interrupted, turning in her cushioned seat to look at her slightly younger twin. "It's tradition."

In Jackie's keen tone, was an unspoken ask... to not fight her on this.

Yet the visceral image of the bones poking out from the flesh of the underclassman's knee was still too fresh for comfort in her mind, jutting out in a sea of flesh. The blonde nearly winced at the resurgence of her previous state of queasiness.

Earlier in the day, when the afternoon sun was still high and beaming, she'd been sitting in the bleachers after her practice and waiting to ride home with Jackie and Shauna, when the scene unfolded. From the short distance, she'd heard the younger girl's screams without question, clutching her leg to her chest in hysterics. With one wrong move, the girl's soccer career was likely over.

The blonde in question let out a short breath, a bit huffy with her irritation. Gracelyn knew that despite her proximity to the two girls, she was the third in the friendship. Not the first or second, but the third. She'd be a bit on the nose to say her (minutely) older sister was domineering over Shauna as an individual, but she wouldn't be wrong to say that she was certainly...steered, by the wide-eyed girl's opinions. Where Jackie Taylor went, Shauna often followed, that much was undeniable. And where the two traveled, normally Gracelyn was trailing behind, not having much of her own in genuine friendships on her squad in the nature Jackie did.

"You know," Jackie lured, making herself comfortable sprawled over Shauna's messy bed, more of a glorified blanket nest than a properly made-up thing. "Randy's gonna be at the party tonight."

Shauna practically ignored her, continuing to peel through her outfits and pulling a sweater overtop of her blouse. She looked down to Gracelyn on the floor, putting her hands out in a way of theatrically requesting feedback. "Thoughts?"

The blonde looked up innocently to the tall girl standing before her, unable to resist the wrinkle in her nose at the flannel she'd selected. "Not my favorite, Ships. What about that blue one, from our awards brunch?"

Despite being twins, Gracelyn always knew that Jackie was the alpha sibling. She laid the precedent for everything the pair did. When Jackie started acing math classes, Gracelyn started tutoring for that ever so tricky 8th grade geometry. When Jackie volunteered at the nursing home, Gracelyn took double shifts at the soup kitchen. When Jackie started playing soccer, Gracelyn picked up a set of pom poms. When Jackie found a best friend in Shauna Shipman, soon did Gracelyn.

"Lynnie not," Jackie drawled, continuing to focus on the elephant so misplaced in conversation he wasn't on the property of the Shipman residence, let alone in the room alongside them. "He asked Jeff to ask me if you were gonna be there-"

"Randy?" Shauna questioned, peeling off the flannel the third girl had shut down, "Seriously?"

"I just thought you'd wanna know someone asked about you."

A hanger shoved on the rack produced a little clinking sound with the force of it.

Glancing upwards to her sister, Gracelyn was sending a pleading gaze toward her to let it rest. The Shauna and Randy thing was just... not something that needed to happen. "Jacks-"

A sense of defensiveness pricked the blonde girl's chest at Jackie's evident pushiness. Intentional or not, she could feel the way Shauna just shut off in the moment. Ever the chronic observer, she could practically feel the tenseness in her friend's physique. In her mind, she pondered how many times, behind closed doors on their rides to school, at practices the cheerleader wasn't privy to, or hell, in conversations with Jeff and Randy- this had come up.

Shauna abandoned another top to the floor of her closet, agitation clearly in the air.

"Shauna just, wear the red dress I gave you! The boob dress-"

"Maybe I don't wanna wear the red dress-" The doe-eyed girl turned, shoulders up with tension in her posture. The blonde sitting near her feet reached for the top that had slid to the ground at the moment, seeking the distraction of folding the fabric neatly.

The cotton fabric of the button-down was soft under her manicured fingertips, slightly pilling from its undoubted age and durations of washing. The youngest Taylor girl couldn't fixate enough on anything but the argument brewing and occurring now in the attic space, a little lurch settling in her stomach.

"-And I sure as hell don't wanna hook up with fucking Randy Walsh"

'Should I bring Ships a steamer?' she thought to herself, noticing the deep wrinkles in the sleeves nearing the cuffs. Ever avoidant of conflict, she sought to just entirely avoid the palpable discomfort in the atmosphere, despite the way it made her want to curl up underneath the blankets covering Shauna's mattress until she disappeared.

"Jesus, what crawled up your ass?" Jackie looked up, her eyebrows furrowed, clearly surprised by her best friend's reaction. Her younger sister looked at her with further confusion. Faltering in her speech, a rare occurrence in front of her best friend, "Wear what you want."

"Thanks," Shauna huffed, feeling a lack of energy to explain why she wasn't exactly pining over Randy Walsh, of all potential suitors.

Gracelyn extended her hand upwards, bearing a peace offering found in the pristinely folded garment.

If you looked at her sister's friendship with the Shipman girl, you'd see the proximity, the closeness, and think they must know each other inside and out, but sometimes Gracelyn found herself thinking the opposite. Shauna was in historical journals, seeking information about things around her, watching the stars at night. She was warmth and maturity, an intellectual-

Randy was...bound to be paying alimony by age 47.

Taking the shirt from the blonde's delicate hands, Shauna felt herself microscopically soften from the moment of conflict as the edge of her hand grazed against Gracelyn's. Pulling away, she returned to her closet, shuffling hangers in a desperate attempt to distract herself-

"You're probably right, about Randy anyway... I once saw him get outsmarted by an escalator."

Randy had also been found outside the girl's locker room after the squad met to practice for the incoming pep rally last week. Conveniently just 'caught in the wrong place,' while girls were in and out of the showers. In the few times they'd interacted since becoming a couple, Jeff didn't seem too bad for Jackie. He was nice enough to her older sister, if not just a bit aloof to things going on.

Feeling herself giggle weakly, the blonde chimed into her twin's remark. "I don't know that he can read past a seventh-grade level, Ships. I think the bar can be set a bit higher."

a/n: hi my lovelies, i had to split this and the party up because i think this 1k-1.5k word mark is going to be my sweet spot for chapters!! i cannot wait for next chapter 👀 this is my first yellowjackets fic and first time writing in about 4-5 years for fanfic and i am very pleased to be back in a new fandom, new account, all the sparkly things ✨ !!

#berrybrunchwrites🥞#misty quigley #natalie scatorccio #jackie taylor #taissa turner #shauna shipman #yellowjackets x reader #yellowjackets!oc #yellowjackets #van palmer x reader #likeanangelseries 🪽

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ssivinee · 2 years ago

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✧Mirroring Bluebird✧

BEBE! Bada Lee x BEBE! F Reader : You are the younger sister of Noze and had gone viral at the same time as her. While working under SM, you meet Bada and become a core member of Bebe, but what if you get the same treatment your sister does, just like in the first season?

Word Count: 2.3k

Note: Basically doing my req for the next few days, lol. Reader goes by a stage name! Something light as of rn. Also very much not proof read.

Character Vision Board

Gaining popularity in the Kpop industry as a dancer was quite common. There were multiple examples, but one of the most viral ones to date was the Noh sisters, Noh Jihye and Noh Y/n.

Generally known as Noze and Nova, the two of you were cast by Kai while he was looking for dancers for his debut. Kai was certainly particular with the dancers he chose, being meticulous about the entire process but seemingly making the right decision for his career when the two of you blow up. How couldn’t the people fall in love with the two of you? Your visuals were practically the same.

As the younger sibling, the only noticeable difference was your height, hair color, eyes, and lips, yet if you took a selfie with your sister, there wouldn’t be much of a difference. You were known for your iconic hair, which was colored black with a hefty midnight blue ombre, and full lips that were usually colored in a dusty pink.

During your time as Kai’s dancer, your sister began to stray away from SM entertainment, trying out for other artists, but you were content, staying put in the current company. That’s when Bada started appearing as Kai’s dancer during festival performances.

The very first time you and Bada crossed paths, an in-house choreographer was instructing her on how to perform a routine for the water bomb. During that encounter, you not only met Bada but you also got acquainted with Lusher and Tatter. You hit it off quite nicely with the trio, but you couldn't help but be captivated by the tall dancer. Her natural leadership qualities and the budding connections she formed with all three of you marked the start of your group, which would later be known to the world as Bebe.

After a year of being friends, you and Bada put on your big girl pants, deciding to act on these feelings. So, after dating for a few months, you two became a couple.

It was pretty cute. At first, you'd post pictures of your charming little dates with the dancer in the background, yet her face was always out of the frame. As you softly launched your relationship to the world, people in your comments went into a frenzy, assuming you were dating a man because of the clothing glimpses they could catch.

As time went on, your posts started to take on a distinct resemblance to Bada's. The timing, the themes, and even the locations you both chose became remarkably similar, to the point where your fans couldn't help but connect the dots. That's when all hell broke loose, as the realization hit: two of the hottest dancers in the K-pop industry were, in fact, a couple.

Of course, they’d eat it up.

Four months ago, Bada had accepted the invitation to Street Woman Fighter, but she had to complete the team first. Bebe only currently had you and the Lee duo and Tatter, so you and Bada took some of your friends and students to achieve a successful team. Minah was a dancer in SM who had been close to you and Bada for some time, so picking her was a breeze. Then Kyma and Cheche were Bada’s students, while Sowoen has been yours for the past year.

So when the time finally came when every group was introduced, while crews were still shocked over Jam Republic, they couldn’t help but be surprised at the two big names under Bebe.

“Bada?” Lady Bounce Biggy gasps, seeing the tall dancer and her resume. Then the screen flashes again, showing your face and work experience. Everyone is shocked; your pretty face is an unanticipated surprise. “Season 1 had Noze, and now we have Nova in season 2?” Cera of Mannequeen says, choking a little when seeing your face. “Aren’t her and Bada together?” Halo of Wolf’Lo asks, pointing accusingly at the screen as her team nods.

“Is that healthy for a relationship?”

“Will they be able to compete properly?”

“Doesn’t seem like they’ll be taking the competition seriously then.”

Those were just a few comments the two of you got. Expecting that already, you walked in with your crew as you were the first to enter the fight zone. As you all entered, Sowoen was the first to hit the stage and saw your team logo on the screen. “Bebe~” The maknae squeals as you enter. You, hand in hand with Bada, smile at the youngest.

“Okay. Let’s take a seat,” Bada announces, and everyone sits, you positioning yourself between Bada and Tatter. “I can’t believe this,” Lusher tells the crew, and Tatter nods, “Me either.” “There must be other teams,” Lusher says as she scans the room, seeing everyone else's crew logo.

Bada hypes herself up, saying she likes it as her grip on your hand tightens. You smile, rubbing your thumb over her knuckles, but you hear “What It Is” by Doechii playing on the large monitor before you can speak. The younger girls send a yelp, seeing the crew's evaluation video playing.

“Who’s the most popular choreographer on that team? Bada?” they hear Mina Myoung say. Then 1Million shows up on the screen, Lia Kim saying a few words, “The choreographer, sweeping the choreography field. A hot choreographer,” the girls cheer their leader on at the soft praises as you lean your head on her shoulder, a proud smile beginning to form on your face after hearing all the recognition your girlfriend got.

“Nova is really popular, too,” Yeni Cho points out, and Baby Sleek nods, acknowledging your skills. “She’s a really entertaining performer. An eye-catcher for sure.” Chocol states, and you redden at the statement, causing Bada to pinch your side. You look at her, offended by the action, but she gives you a fake look of irritation, “Try not to fall for anyone else here.”

You giggle, seeing her pout a little, “You know you’re the only one for me, baby.” She smiles, leaning her head on top of yours as the video continues to roll. “Other than Bada and Nova… the others are just kind of there,” Capri says, and you shake your head as Bada scoffs, “Shall we watch it over there?”

She doesn’t even wait for a response, just pulling your arm to the center. When everyone follows, they listen to Ling of Jam Republic, Gooseul of DeepNDap, the rest of Lady Bounce, and some of Wolf’Lo stating things about Bada and your crew.

Yeni Cho popped up on the screen again, “She’s more popular compared to her dance skills.” That makes Bada chuckle, finding the comment amusing. You knew your girlfriend wouldn’t be affected by the comments made about her. She would be by what was said about her crew, though.

Of course, you weren’t safe either. “She’s just a pretty face like her sister,” Yoonji of Mannequeen says, and the other girls nod. “She’s just gonna be another Noze of this season,” Redlic points out, more in an evident tone than a hateful one.

“Her and Bada are gonna have to carry Bebe hard.”

“Nova’s Bebe’s mascot. She doesn’t have to do anything.”

You laugh at the comments, none affecting you in the way they're supposed to, but Bada, on the other hand, seems to be fuming. As much as you got praised, most of it was for your looks. You had told Bada beforehand not to let it get to her and just to expect it, but Bada couldn’t help but fume at the comments.

As you all sit down, you notice her face going red and squeeze her hand in reassurance, whispering to her, “It’s fine, babe. We just have to show them why they’re wrong.”

“They must be idiots to think you aren’t a good dancer just because you're pretty,” she tells you, rolling her eyes. You softly turn Bada’s head with your fingers, “Calm down.” Bada sighs when making eye contact with you, her body relaxing as you all wait for the next team. “They really shouldn’t underestimate pretty faces,” She says with a hum as she fixes the strands of hair covering your face.

Lady Bounce then comes in, a bit too rowdy for Bebe’s liking, and as the purple team took their seats, your gazes never wavered. You and Bada stared hard, causing some girls to shiver, especially with the dark glint in your eyes. Bebe loved calling you a serpent because you are the scarier sister, and your tall height also added to the scary factor. Your eyes are as compelling as a snake's and always intimidate people who meet you. Lady Bounce's face going a bit indifferent at the dancer's glares.

Then Mannequeen comes down, Bada meeting Yoonji’s gaze. As they come down, the team stands in front of the two tall ladies, and the rest of Mannequeen hype the girl who dances the Rover choreo in pure silence. All you could hear was her dress and heels clacking as the young girls of Bebe giggle. Bada just smiles condescendingly and bows, “Thank you~.”

You kept the unamused look, brows almost furrowing in disgust as Yoonji stopped. You mumble, “What was that?” yet make sure she hears your words. Seeing her hesitant face told you that she heard it loud and clear. As everyone begins taking their seats, Kang Daniel comes out, gives the introduction, announces the judges, and goes to change as they’re told.

When returning to your seat, everyone’s eyes go wide at the sight of your pants. You had a row of stickers on one leg, back and front. “She got like 7 on one leg, right?” Kristen mumbles to Latrice, who nods after counting the stickers on her leg. “Damn, that's rough,” Audrey says, knowing none of those stickers weren’t from anyone on Jam Republic.

“I’ll prove them wrong,” You tell your entire team, who look obviously angry for you. “They targeted you, and for what?” Tatter frowns, and you just pat her head with a tight-lipped smile.

When the battles are announced, 1Million’s Redy is called first, and she picks Bada. You were aware of the situation before. Bada explained that she was beginning to get too busy then, and Redy had already blocked her number before she could reach out. The timing was wrong, but you also understood the younger girl’s perspective.

“I just don’t respect you,” Redy simply states, but when Bada calls the girl “Soobin-ah,” everyone feels the second-hand embarrassment of Redy. When the battles begin, Redy isn’t bad, and you feel like you saw similar aspects of Bada’s style, probably due to them being on the same team previously. When Bada began, though, all eyes were on her, and NO ONE looked away, not even for a second.

Bada entertained the crowd, making sure to have her own fun. As she ends the dance, she peaks at you, winking, making you laugh. She sure knew how to tease people, you included, and used it to her advantage. Sometimes, it made you wanna curse how attractive she was. The battle concluded with Bada winning 3 to 0, and she smiled.

She runs over to you in a crushing hug, and you giggle due to her heavy breathing. “You did good,” she nods as your hands caress her long hair. More and more battles then transpired, and you pretty much only paid attention to a select few. That was until you hear Tsubakill’s Akanen being called up. “The person I have no-respect for is… Bebe’s Nova.” You perk up at your name, smiling at your first battle of the night.

“Akanen-san, why did you choose Nova?”

“To see if the pretty face can show a pretty dance,” her tone felt intrigued by the idea of you, and you smirked, “I can show a dance. It just won't be pretty,” all you heard were “Oo’s ~” and “ah’s~” from other teams as you jump a bit, shaking away any straying nerves. Akanen goes first, and you hated to admit it, but you were impressed. She did her best to taunt you despite your height gap, which made you look down on her. At some point, she approaches you and imitates a hitting motion. Bada, her girlfriend reflexes kicking in, pulled your arm back, trying to create space between you two, but you weren't budging.

So when the music switches, you feel yourself getting hyped at the sound of “Kiss Kiss” by Chris Brown. When the chorus hits, you hit an air baby, and when landing on your feet, you glided on the floor only using your knees. You ensured everyone’s eyes stayed on you, commanding the stage in a way every other crew wasn’t expecting.

As everyone hears ‘kiss, kiss, kiss, kiss,’ you imitate kissy faces while shaking your hip as you follow it with a head whip. Following the synth in the back, you hit a crisscross that goes into a heel-toe pattern, and as you hit that, you end the dance with a slight shuffle.

While you danced, you heard basically Minah, Sowoen, and Lusher could be heard cheering for you loudly. You check back behind you, Bada giving you a proud smile and a curt nod as her arms stay crossed. That’s when the judges also reveal your score of 3 and 0. Bebe jumped and cheered, bringing you into a large group hug as Bada stood back, watching the younger ones praise you. “Okay, okay, stop hogging her,” She tells them, pushing their heads away jokingly.

Bada pulls you into a hug, arms embracing your neck as she gives your head several pecks. You giggle at the feeling, and you just smile, slightly looking up at her. “You did amazing out there.”

“Thanks, leader-nim,” you tease, and she pokes your side, rolling her eyes and letting out a light laugh. “Oh, be quiet,” she says, giving you a quick peck to shut you up real quick.

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rosseyartz · 10 days ago

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I love being late to things. Anyways here are drawings that I did for Scott Appreciation Week, though that happened last month and a bit ago 😭 The Scott Appreciation Week and the daily prompts are by @ju5tanarti5t

Day One: I like all of his skins but choose to do his red life skin from Wild Life.

Day Two: I love a lot of headcanons but a few favourites that I like are rainbow stars above him, I feel like he would design and create his clothes/ outfits, sibling/parent friend, shapeshifter coded because of the amount of SMPs, projects etc. that's he's been apart of. He naturally has brown hair, so like he's got brown bits at top then mixes of blue seen in the drawings.

Day Three: again I love every single team/group. I wanted to draw Gem and the Scotts but also GGGGGs:)) I would have also drawn Martyn because Mean Gills and Divorce Quarter. If we not talking life series it would have been Owen, Bekyamon, Eloise. Or Lauren, Xornoth (the silly siblings trio/ duo am I right). Then like a mix of old and new friends/ people from different projects, series etc.

Day Four: I could have drawn Scott from any of the AUs that I like but I used this day to roughly draw younger Scott/ if where to be in like The Owl House was more of what I was inspired to do. Basically an TOH AU we could say like I was inspired bits by Amity. Like for example the hair, from brown to blue/ cyan hair (like seen in Scott's change of skins over the years as well).

Day Five: I drew Scott and Cambam because I've been wanting to draw these two for ages. I gave them matching jumpers because I thought it was a silly little fun idea.

Day Six: I was going to draw more duos like Sbowbugs or Flower Husbands etc. But instead we get a rough drawing of Scott as a unicorn (I could have added or done different things to it but this is what I roughly ended up with). When I first ever did drew Scott as a unicorn I was a little bit inspired by Rarity from MLP Friendship is Magic (that's where the making his own clothes/ outfits headcanons kind of came from too). But at the same time I still wanted to added bits that still scream Scott.

Day Seven: I enjoy a lot of moments, either from being other people or just moments where it's just Scott himself. So what I drew was some faces/ expressions I feel like he would pull. When drawing I was thinking of his escape room videos, when he gets badass or sassy etc. because moments like those are just so silly:))

Yapped so much but this is how my Saturday to Tuesday has been lmao- some drawings look messy or something I guess but I wanted to do this because it sounded like so much fun:)) Anyways enjoy!!

Edit: Link to the original blog because yea why not, maybe anyone else would like to do it because it was a lot of fun doing it:))

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the-real-treasure · 10 months ago

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Treasure Treasure!

An anime Sanji x Reader

Master List Here

Chapter One: A Game in the Courtyard

Summary: You and your Sanji abandon the nation that raised you after it tries to do away with it's only saving grace. They may never realise how long you'll hold that grudge for them.

SPOILERS FOR ASPECTS THE WHOLE CAKE ARC OF THE ANIME/MANGA AND SANJI'S BACKSTORY Trigger Warnings: Threats and descriptions of violence, mentions of major character death, yelling, Reader's Devil Fruit power is overwhelming and overstimulating Word Count: 4645

(Author's Notes: This is more of a prologue than a chapter 1, sorry it's not exactly what anyone was probably expecting. I'm still doing planning for the main body of this fic and I just wanted to get something in here properly.)

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You had never wanted to fight a man as hard as you wanted to fight King-sama, even if the fear normally kept you frozen. You could see him on the walkways on the walls above you all as you stood resolute on the large, diamond shaped tile emblazoned with a bright yellow '3', watching as the Vinsmoke children fought before they would race across the castle, again, you thought about how you'd do it.

Maybe a big hammer. You pondered, letting your eyes fall closed as the wind ruffled your long hair. Or maybe if I wished hard enough the entire palace would explode! They opened again, as you heard laughter beside you.

Rage rattled through you as you watch the smallest boy get beaten and beaten and beaten, red, blue and green brothers throwing everything they have at destroying him.

(Pleasepleaseplease)

Your siblings hover at your sides, Denki cackling to your left, Hikaru beside him and Doku beside him watching as listlessly as the pink haired sister just ahead of you. Kuranku leaned in from your right.

(IwantIwantIwant)

"Maybe they'll finally kill him and we'll be rid of the two of you."

(Getmeoutgetmeoutgetmeout)

You scowled, teeth gritting together.

You scratch your hand. The brands seared onto your skin, a '66' for Germa and a scored out '3' for Sanji-kun, itched.

The boys were only a year or so older than you, but Creata-sensei always reminded you that although they were also children, they were above you in everyway possible. Even though you knew Sanji-kun wasn't as strong as his brothers and sister, they were all still stronger than all of you put together. You felt vindicated as the boy pulled his bruised and battered body upright while the other three boys take off, Reiju following behind them.

"Just because he's less developed than the others, does not mean he is some weakling to push around no matter what Queen-sama said, Y/n-Tomo." Creata-sensei was hovering at your side, filling a long needle with a clear fluid that you just knew was going to burn. "They are going to be the strongest in the world when Vinsmoke-heika and I are done with them, and you are going to be his closest confidant. But not his partner and never his equal."

As you watch the boy disappear from your view, you pout at the remembered words. Creata-sensei doesn't know anything about Sanji-kun, or Sora-sama. Compared to the rest of his brothers, Sanji-kun is sweet and good. And you know he gets that from his mother, just like his sister secretly did. Your brothers were no better than his, too be fair.

Doku was probably the best of them. Your oldest brother was born on an island in the North Blue, just like all the rest of you, and taken by Germa when he was two years old. His ginger hair was streaked with pink to match him to Reiju, just as your hair was streaked with matching bright true blonde like Sanji-kun's. They were redyed every few weeks to ensure the colour remains vibrant, the persona of Germa 66's royalty not allowed to falter for a moment, not even for so much as faded hair dye. Doku was three years older than you and your other brothers, a year younger than his Reiju-sama. Hikaru, Denki and Kuranku were the bain of your existence, the trio obsessed with their Vinsmokes, just like you and Doku, but where you two were deeply lucky having Sanji-kun and Reiju-sama, the other three Vinsmoke brothers were terrible terrible creatures that made your life a living hell.

If you weren't in Creata-sensei's lab, being subjected to his mad experiments revolving around some line factor that he and King-sama were obsessed with, you were tailing your Sanji as his brothers and yours make him miserable.

You miss Sora-sama. You miss her happy smile, and the kindness she gave your Sanji-kun.

"Oooooi. Hikaru-Tomo!" Ichiji-sama's voice echoes through the courtyard, making your dark-haired and dark-skinned brother turn to him, face bored.

"You won again, Ichiji-sama?" The red-haired boy grinned smugly at his second, the large 1 plastered on his shirt matching the scored out version on Hikaru's.

"Obviously!" Niji-sama, Yonji-sama and Reiju-sama follow into the courtyard, coming to collect their own seconds. You sign softly as you peer around for Sanji, though you know he won't be here for a while. You ignore the sniggering around you.

"Don't worry, Y/n-chaaaaaaan." Niji-sama's voice is grating as his mocks his younger brother's way of calling you. Yonji-sama chitters a laugh with his brother before continuing

"Yeah, Tomo-baka! You won't be left here all night again. Probably."

They leave you in solitude in the courtyard, the echo of their laughter still bouncing off the walls around you. Doku is the last one to return to the castle, lingering at the archway looking back at you.

"I'll bring out dinner."

"No thanks." His eyebrows furrow at your answer. "Not unless Sanji-kun made it. I promised." He scoffs an eye-roll and turns away, leaving you to the silence of the fading light.

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Night had fallen and faint starlight was your only reprieve from the crawling dark that hung in the air. Your stomach rumbled, the late hour eating away at your appetite. You could see the guards rotating out and more of the lights in the castle snuffing out the later the hour got. Your eyes were going together and you were swaying on your spot. Yonji-sama's jest wasn't accurate, you had never been left outside all night. Even on his worst days in comparison to his siblings, Sanji had never been this late to finish his training exercises.

The sound of footsteps approaching jolted you back to consciousness. It was even darker now, the moon higher in the sky and your eyes fell on King-sama as he moved towards you, Doku at his side. You blink at the pair, and your eyes flicker above them to the castle and they widen. A matching pair of images hang either side of the large doors, Sanji's smiling face staring back at you.

"Y/n-Tomo." Your eyes don't waver from the beaming pictures, even as the torso of King-sama fills your vision. "Come along. You will return to Sanji's room."

"What happened?" Your voice was a whisper, and Doku shot a glare at you for not addressing him correctly. "Where is he?!"

"He has died in a very sad accident." Your eyes shot up to his face as he turned away, "You will return to his room and wait there. We will find you a new position when the funeral proceedings are over."

Your eyes fill with tears as you whirl on your older brother who was already looking down at you.

"What does he mean? WHERE IS SANJI?!" Your face whips to the side. Moments later the sound of the slap actually registered in your ears. You lift your hand to your stinging cheek and look up at your brother.

"Don't be so stupid as to talk about the Vinsmokes so disrespectfully. Follow King-sama, you dull fool." Your tears burn as they trail down your cheeks and he points to King-sama's retreating figure. "Move."

The three of you march through the empty halls of the castle, footsteps muffled by the immaculate carpet. Your face was streaked with drying tear tracks and you kept your head down as you approached the Vinsmoke's bedrooms. Each door, numbered and coloured appropriately, had a bed nook carved next to it into the wall. That was where the Tomos slept, your brothers all asleep in their own, only yours and Doku's empty.

King-sama opened the black door marked with the yellow '3' and pushed you in, sending you stumbling into the barren room, devoid of all the life Sanji crammed into it. You look back at them as the door closes behind you, Doku's blank face finding yours as you're sealed into the room with nothing but rats and silence for company.

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It had been two days. You knew that by the number of plates on the floor in front of you and the colour of the sky outside the window. The cuts of jerky and plain bread were brought in in the regular breakfast, lunch and dinner hours, leaving six plates to be picked at by Sanji's beloved rats. Several of them peruse them now, and you think they must be disappointed by the drop in standard compared to his cooking. There's plenty for them to scrounge in here from you at least. You won't be touching the food.

You had lain down in front of the bed when King-sama had herded you in, and you hadn't moved since, choosing instead to stare unwavering at the light outside the window. You ignore the opening of the door each time a guard walked in, depositing the plate in front of you before walking out again. In the otherwise still room, a rat scampers up to you, a small chunk of jerky grasped in their little claws as they offer it to you. As you stare in to the little eyes trying to be kind to you, your mind flashes back to Sora-sama's room.

The rain had been torrential on your walk over, and poor Sanji-sama had slipped in a puddle and fallen. You had only been given to the boy a few days ago, and with the order to follow him always, of course you would accompany him on his trip to see his mother, even in the relentless downpour.

Now you stood a few steps behind him, light shirt and training bottoms marked with his yellow '3' ringing with rainwater and dripping on to the pristine floor, your long hair drenched and water dribbling down your face and into your eyes. You don't dare move to wipe it as Époni serves the queen a beautifully made bento box, the one Sanji had prepared ruined on the trip over.

"Your majesty, this is from Sanji-sama." The queen smiled down at her son, his soaked hood still up and covering his eyes as he fiddled with his hands.

"Did you make this for me?"

"Mm. Mm-hmm." Your eyes flicked from him to her in confusion, and you accidentally caught her eye as she watched her nervous son. Her head snapped to the maid instantly.

"Époni!" She immediately began to sweat.

"Y-yes, your majesty?"

"Don't be presumptuous! Bring what Sanji really made for me."

"Well, yes. But it was damaged on his way here so I threw it in the bin..."

"...still good."

"Hm?" You flinch as both mother and son turn to look at you and you stutter a response, standing up straight and accidentally flicking water across the floor.

"I-it'll still be good. Sanji-sama is very good at food!" She smiled down at you.

"Oh? How do you know?"

"H-he made me fish the first night I was assigned to follow him because we Tomos have to wait for your majesty's to finish eating before we do! And he, uh-" Your eyes shift to his, the blue-grey full of happy sparkles at your words, "-uh Sanji-sama is very kind to me and wanted to make sure I was fed, Queen Sora-sama! Your majesty!"

In your panic to finish talking and to get the attention off of you, you drop into a bow on the floor, though you underestimate your strength and send a crack gaping across the tile, which startles a yell out of the prince.

"Époni, bring me Sanji's food."

"Yes ma'am!" When the maid skitters off to retrieve the demolished bento, Sora-sama calls you closer.

"Tomo-chan, you think Sanji's good at making food." You lift your head and stand awkwardly, scooting past Sanji who was still staring at you with bright excited eyes.

"Yes, Queen Sora-sama. He's the best! I'll eat anything he makes me!"

"Then would you try his bento with me?" You peer back at the prince who is suddenly looking aghast at the thought of you both trying the ruined bento. Your brows furrowed and you steeled yourself.

"YES I WILL."

You stood next to her bed as Époni placed the bento in front of Sora-sama.

"Wow, nice! Omelette rolls, fish and a banana?" Sanji clutched the sides of his hood and tugged it further over his head.

"I'm so sorry! I messed it up! I tripped over and dropped it on the way here. It's been crushed and got wet in the rain."

"It was the rain's fault, Sanji-sama! If that puddle wasn't there you never would have slipped! You worked really hard on it." You assured him as you looked over the demolished bento, missing the smile Sora sent you at your kindness for her son, or the way Sanji's eyes sparked at your words.

"Let's try it, huh Tomo-chan?"

"Yeah!" With a start you looked back at the prince, "Thank you for the meal!" You both scooped some up on a fork and chewed thoughtfully. Swallowing the food, you looked up at her as she looked down at you and you both turned as one to Sanji-sama.

"It's good!"

"DELICIOUS!" Sora-sama giggled at your enthusiasm as you bounced over to Sanji-sama, clapping excitedly beside him as he beamed and Époni flew back in shock.

"Really?!"

"Yes!" He cheered and hopped up onto the bed with her, tucking in close to her chest as she cooed at him.

"Sanji, will you cook for me again?" He beamed up at her.

"Uh-huh!" She smiled down at him, holding him close and rocking gently, the walk and upset leaving him so exhausted he began to snooze against her chest. As she rocked him, she pushed down his hood and stroked his hair and looked over at you.

"What's your name?" You blinked in confusion as Époni cleared away the bento.

"Tomo-"

"No. Not that title, just your name. What do your parents call you?" You stare up at her, but quickly drop your eyes back to the floor.

"I don't know. Creata-sensei calls me Y/n."

When you look back up at her, Sora is smiling down at you, though there’s sadness in it and she reaches a hand out for you. “You can read wishes right Y/n-chan?”

Your voice caught in your throat. You didn't know she knew you, you were only there because Sanji was. “Y-yes.” Her eyes closed in satisfaction as she squeezed you hand. It was warm and love pulsed through your Devil Fruit powers as her truest desire sang through you.

(Save him.)

“Then I need you to make me a promise.”

(Keep him safe.)

“A very very important one.”

(Please.)

“I need you to stay with Sanji.”

(Pleasepleaseplease)

“Don’t let him be alone. Stay with him and protect him.”

(PLEASEPLEASEPLEASE)

“Look after him for me. Can you try that for me?”

Your eyes filled with tears and clogged your throat and nose. Her fear and worry for her children burns through you as you look up at her. You couldn’t breathe.

“I’ll try! I promise I’ll try Sora-sama!!”

That shocked a laugh from her but tears filled her water line and she squeezes your hand tightly in hers. She ignores the pierce of your sharp clawed nails in her skin when you squeeze back.

“Thank you.”

(Thankyouthankyouthankyou)

You don't lift your head when the door opens again, though dinner had already been delivered. The darkness of the sky was pinpricked by silver stars, and the entire kingdom that had been silent since the announcement of Sanji's death, was rallying to attack another island so the din of movement and preparation had returned. It was suffocating, like someone had hidden the sun then plonked the entire moon on your chest and told you, live with it we have work to do.

Someone kicked your foot.

From the corner of your eye, you spot a head of orange hair.

"Get up Tomo-baka." Doku stares down at you, face blank but eyes shining with something unfamiliar. You turn your eyes forward again, going back to staring at the sky. "I said-" He grabs a hold of your arm and yanks you upright with little effort, "-GET UP TOMO-BAKA."

"WHAT ARE YOU DOING!" You rip your arm free of him and stumble back staring confused as Doku pushes you back towards the door. You drop your head to look at the floor. "Just leave me alone, Doku. King-sama says I'll be leaving soon, if I'm bothering you so much." The ginger boy scoffs at you.

"No matter, Tomo-baka. Reiju-sama told me to come grab you, so I've come. To grab you." With a yelp from you Doku, who has several inches on your six-year-old frame, heaves you up under your armpits and shucks you over his shoulder. You screech and smack and claw at his back as he carries you through the castle corridors, the rest of your brothers watching from their nooks in confusion.

The guards didn't turn their heads as he carries you down the stairs into the dungeons, ignoring your wailing and shrieks, the already dim castle halls going darker as you descended. Tall thin windows allow streams of silver light to fall into the hallway and you continued your fruitless escape attempts against your older brother's grip. As the stairway begins to level out, your voice quietens as others echo from the darkness, ones that makes you freeze completely.

"You never learn..." Reiju-sama's voice rings out from beside the cell, wrapping a bandage around a small figure's arm. As Doku walks up behind her, you see the figure pull their arm from her grasp, bandages winding around them left loose and falling free of her grip. They're behind the bars of the cell, head obscured by a large metal helmet that completely covers their entire face except for the eyes. From the mask you can hear their stuttering breaths.

"Reiju, I..." Doku drops you to the ground and you stare wide-eyed as the figure turns, blonde hair obscuring one eye even under the helmet. "...I want to be a cook!"

You rush to the bars as tears begin to fall from his eyes, quiet sobs echoing against the barren walls and metal helmet hiding his face from you.

"Sanji-sama! Sanji!" Your eyes fill with tears as well as you grab on to his hands through the bars. "King-sama said you were dead! He said there was an accident-" Reiju's furious voice cuts you off and you flinch away from her, but not enough to break your grip on your Sanji.

"What did I say? Don't tell me that!" His head drops and his tears soak your joined hands as he pulls them closer to his chest. Your chest throbbed as his wish burned through you.

(Pleasepleaseplease)

"If I can... run away..."

(IwantIwantIwant)

"...here in the East Blue... I'll never..." his hiccupping breaths catch in his throat

(Getmeoutgetmeoutgetmeout)

"...have to see...Dad's face again, right?"

Reiju's eyes fill with tears as well and she grabs a hold of the bars, screaming in both your faces.

"STEP BACK!" You drop Sanji's hands just long enough for her to pry the bars apart, leaving enough room for Sanji to squeeze through. "You only have one chance! Don't ruin it!"

You grab Sanji's hands again and haul him through the gap, and you all take off running up the stairs.

"Y/n-chan, you don't need to come, you can stay here with you-"

"No!" You cut Sanji off before he can even get the full sentence out. I made a promise. "I've already left you alone for too long! I'm not leaving you again, Sanji-sama! Not now, not ever again!! I'm coming with you, and I'll stay with you for as long as you'll let me!" The shrunken pupils in the centre of his eyes wobble as tears fill them again.

"O-Okay Y/n-chan.." The entire castle shakes as a barrage of cannon fire rains down on the Germa Kingdom.

"It's just begun! The key to your iron mask is in Father-sama's room! Go get it!"

"What?"

"You can't send him ther-"

"Then go with him Tomo-baka if you're so worried!" Doku snaps, cutting you off, "We'll go see what it's like outside, now shoo!"

"Got it."

"O-okay!"

"When you get into his room, look for a skull symbol on the wall! You'll find a secret door there!"

As you both run into King-sama's room, you spot the huge skull emblem on the wall, though it is too high for either of you to reach. With Sanji's help you drag one of the chairs up to the wall and help him up on to it. Pulling open the wall, you can see the four sets of keys hanging, and you think they still might be too high, but Sanji just manages to grab a pair with a whisper of "I got it!" Your attention is pulled away by thudding footsteps behind you, and you spin to find King-sama standing and watching.

"What are you doing over there?" You grit your teeth, sharp canines digging into your lips and raise your hands, claw nails curved dangerously. "Sanji... why are you here?!" With a scream, Sanji slips and you scramble to catch him before he falls to the ground, making him land heavily on top of you as he panics and apologises. You help each other up and Sanji faces his father.

"We're gonna get out of this kingdom! Don't get in our way!" You throw a hand out in front of Sanji, shuffling slightly to create a barrier between him and his father. He sneers down at the pair of you.

"You got quite a sharp tongue while you were imprisoned. And Tomo, I told you to stay put!" Your body instinctivly freezes at the command but you don't drop your arm, the images of escape floating at the edge of your mind along with giant fish and crystal blue waters. "There is no easy sea where a normal kid like you can survive on your own! You'll die!" You both glare up at the man as he stares you down, your clawed hands quivering in rage as Sanji pulls free a small sword from his belt.

"SO WHAT?! You can't stop me!" Sanji screamed at his father, eyes full of rage as he aimed the tip of the blade at his father.

"WE'RE LEAVING! And you're never gonna hurt Sanji-sama ever again! Or I'll kill you!" You joined in, eyes wild with anger as you spat the words at the man who had terrorised the pair of you for so long.

"That's a relief." His words confused both of you, his imposing figure towering above you both as he continued. "I guess I'm human after all. Even though you're useless, I couldn't kill my own son. Too bad your Tomo is so loyal to you, they would have been useful to Creata-san's continued experiments. Oh well. You'll both leave voluntarily?" Sanji's blade began to shake as small sobs forced his frame to wobble. "I'm not gonna stop you. You can take the key to the iron mask." Tears dribbled down the sides of said mask, saturating his sleeves and the carpet at his feet. "But can I ask just one last favour as your father, Sanji? Don't ever admit that I'm your father..." Your hands slowly drift back down to your sides as you stare up at the King in bewilderment, Sanji still sobbing beside you. "...in front of other people! It's a shame that I don't want anyone to know! You realize that, don't you?" As Sanji's blade drops in defeat and his sobbing begins again in earnest, a snarl escapes your lips before you can stop it and you step forward, again blocking Sanji from his father.

"You're despicable! A pathetical useless nothing of a person! You don't deserve Sanji-sama, just like you didn't deserve Queen Sora-sama! You're evil! I'll never let you anywhere near Sanji again, not so long as I live! And when we're grown and strong, you'll realise how badly you messed up! I HOPE YOU DIE AND THIS KINGDOM EXPLODES!" Your face is red and your chest heaving from your yells, and you miss the wide bewildered eyes of the two Vinsmoke children and your brother staring at you as you refuse to drop your eyes from Vinsmoke Judge. You reach back an open hand, and Sanji takes it immediately. You keep eye contact with the King until you pass by his the edge of his long coat, tugging a still weeping Sanji along behind you as he unlocks and drops the iron mask to the ground.

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Sanji is still shaking with sobs as Reiju points to the large cruise ship with the wine bottle figurehead.

"Get onboard that ship!" You, your brother and the two Vinsmoke children are all crouched behind a large rock formation on the beach as the Germa Kingdom soldiers raided the island you had landed on. Sanji's blonde hair was tousled and messy as he crouched beside you, tears still running down his face. "Sanji! You're a boy! Stop crying already!" Your eyes snap to her and a snarl leaves your grit teeth. She glares back as Sanji rubs at his eyes to try and stop the tears and she grabs a hold of his shoulders. "Listen! Don't ever come back here!"

"Uh-huh!" Doku watches you as your eyes glance up to him, his face carefully blank.

"You've already managed to make an enemy out of King-sama, so don't think you'd be welcome back. Just assume from now on we'll be out to kill you if we ever spot you again."

"Thanks ani-san. I won't miss you."

"I won't miss you either, Tomo-baka."

"Ew, stop calling me that." Doku sniggers at you, but his face falls flat again.

"Maybe you shouldn't be called Tomo at all anymore. You're not exactly loyal to Vinsmoke anymore." Your eyes drift back to Sanji, Reiju ignoring your muttered conversations as tears filled her eyes.

"The sea is broad! You'll...You'll definitely meet kind people someday!!" With that she pushed him up the beach and he stumbled into a run. You abandon Doku to follow him immediately, giving a gentle nod to her as you pass. "Run! Don't look back! RUN SANJI!"

You both dash along the beach to the cruise ship, the name 'Orbit' resplendent across the side as a wave of desire rushes over you, the wood creaking under it's own weight as whisper rattle from it depths.

(adventure)

You scramble up the gangplank with a large group of other crewmembers, met with confused stares and mutters as the adults around you rush to their stations for a speedy departure from the ravaging of the island.

"OI!" A voice hollers from behind you, the captain making his way down the stairs of the aft castle towards you both. "Who're you?!" You can barely hear as Sanji begs to be allowed passage aboard, offering help in anyway possible, and the wood under your feet pulses and throbs with a desperate wish that may never be fulfilled. "-as your name?" Everything sounds like it's underwater as the wishes, dreams and desires of the boat you stand on and the people around you wash over you like a tsunami of want, something you had never experienced before. Did no one but Sanji and Sora-sama want anything in Germa? What is all this? "-SAID, WHAT'S YOUR NAME?"

The screaming of the captain in your face brings you back to present, and you blink as spittle rains over your face. The title of Tomo nearly leaves your mouth, but you don't know this man, or if he knows Germa, and Doku was right, you weren't accompanying a Vinsmoke, you were going with Sanji, you were escaping with him, with your friend, your best friend. Your Sanji...

"Nakayoshi." Your voice was certain, more than your brain was anyway, "Nakayoshi Y/n."

Next Chapter: (Nothing yet)

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midnightoncoruscant · 6 months ago

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Thanks to the amazing encouragement of, and inspiration from @moonlightwarriorqueen I present my first fanfic in clone wars fandom. This is a Pride and Prejudice inspired Wolffe x Reader fluffy romp, with added appearances from my favourite Marshall Commander Fox, the Wolf Pack, Plo Koon and as many characters as I can shoehorn in appropriately lol.

P.S. If you haven’t read the amazingly gorgeous work of @moonlightwarriorqueen please can I suggest you do so forthwith. Their work is like a warm hug on a frosty day.

A truth acknowledged universally (part 1)

Wolffe x fem!Reader

Rating G

Trigger warnings: anti clone/adoptee discrimination in future chapters, discussions of money and food insecurity.

Wolffe scowled as the party reeled around him. The patch covering his eye itched something fierce, as the musket wound was still healing beneath it. .He had been dragged from his enforced solitude by the rambunctious pleas of his younger brothers, affectionately dubbed the “Wolf Pack” by those who had the misfortune to know them at their most exuberant.

To his left his father, Plo, dozed lightly despite the loud music played aggressively on the pianoforte which guided the dancers around the room. Wolffe moved gracefully to ensure that the blanket upon his father’s lap didn’t slip away under the weight of the abandoned book within his lap. His father had spent too long this afternoon expending his energy and had refused Wolffe’s gruff requests to rest. Despite being ostensibly retired, Doctor Koon spent many hours teaching the younger children in the village to read, saving their parents the schooling fees, so that they may more easily feed their families with the money saved. Wolffe could not be cross with his father, but he was concerned with the personal toll the unrelenting kindness took on his father as he entered his twilight years.

With a bone weary exhale, Wolffe watched as his younger brothers, Sinker and Boost, spun their latest objects of affection around the ballroom, both of them possessed with a giddiness and breathless joy he himself had not been party to in years. Wolffe didn’t begrudge them that joy, far from it, he wished he could bottle and preserve it for all his brothers so that they would never be without, but as the eldest sibling, the responsibility for his family's fortunes weighed heavily. The burden had become harder to shoulder since his injury at the hands of a French assassin had forced him home to recuperate. Wolffe could only afford a few more weeks before returning to the front line would be necessary for all of his family to remain solvent. Internally, Wolffe began to calculate the amount of time he had to remain before it would be deemed socially acceptable to leave.

With a crunch of strained wood, the ballroom doors swung open with an unbecoming lack of decorum. Wolffe’s gaze snapped to the entryway, assuming his other brothers, Comet and Wildfire, the irrepressible twins, had either escaped or joined the party without permission. Instead, he was surprised to see new faces. Arrivals were hard to keep under wraps in a village this small. Everyone knew each other's business faster than the carrier pigeons could arrive.

Wolffe studied the group who had interrupted the festivities. A bearded gentleman in naval uniform maybe a decade older than Wolffe led the way, his natural leadership and presence evident in his stride. He was flanked by a sandy haired young man with intense eyes, clad in a junior officers uniform, who was escorting a younger girl, whose dazzling blue eyes and scandalously matching coloured hair suggested trouble.

With a short whisper to the host, they were announced as First Sea Lord Benjamin Kenobi, and his young charges Officer Anakin and Ahsoka Kenobi. Behind them both, trying her best to blend into the wallpaper, was a young woman, unannounced and unnamed, she followed the trio indoors, eyes cast downwards.

Wolffe watched as the Lord and his family worked the room, intriguing all around them. There was an unseemly amount of fawning over the new arrivals which caused more than one exasperated eye roll from Wolffe as both Sinker and Boost, abandoning their dates for the evening, fell over themselves to pester Lord Benjamin for tales of maritime warfare and adventure.

Beside him, Doctor Koon stirred, awoken by the change in background ambience. He looked to Wolffe for support as he tried to rise to his feet, which his son provided dutifully and automatically without glancing downwards. Rubbing the unexpected sleep from his eyes, he felt his joints ache from the position in which he had taken his impromptu nap. No doubt he would be subject to a light scolding from his eldest son, who worried for everyone but himself. Plo looked to see what had taken Wolffe’s attention.

Wolffe seemed enraptured by a young lady who had entered behind the newcomers. Whilst they held court, this lady had sought out the serving staff and it looked as though she had asked, to their bafflement, to be put to work.

Plo supposed that this ask for employment was a diversionary tactic to avoid participation in the pantomime currently underway from her companions. Whilst Lord Ben and his young family enjoyed every moment of attention, this girl was determined to avoid it, and when her offer of assistance was politely declined, she took herself to the chairs at the furthest, and most empty corner of the room. She looked for all the world as though she wished to blend into the wallpaper. Dr Koon was surprised she hadn’t acknowledged Wolffe’s stern and probing gaze so far, but what was even more unexpected was the small jolt which travelled through his son as she did finally return his stare.

Icy blue gray eyes met the Wolffe’s remaining amber eye and a silent conversation took place.

Koon knowingly chuckled as he patted Wolffe’s arm, drawing his attention downwards, to support more of his weight. However, the brandy he had had after dinner sought to rush to his head and he swayed heavily, his heart fluttering too fast and too unevenly. As his vision narrowed, and the familiar blackness of unconsciousness encroached, all Koon could think was how much this would further worry Wolffe. He hoped the arms of oblivion would let him return. He had much to do.

#tcw wolffe #commander wolffe #tbb wolffe x reader #wolffe x reader #soft protective wolffe is my favourite thing #tcw x reader

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katarithekat · 4 months ago

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Giving Rystal and Gibeon other Pokemon

a.k.a Something that no one wanted or needed, but something I want to do anyway.

ok but seriously it's honestly really weird to me how Lucius have the entire team of six pokemon, while his companions only get one. And I know that Terapagos and Zygarde are legendaries but Liko for example has Pagogo AND Floragato & Hattrem. So I honestly don't see a problem with rystal and gibeon having other pokemon beside their aces. Also in this post I will only give them 2 new mons but maybe in the future I will give them more. Now that that's out of the way, let's get into mon-giving, shall we?

Gibeon:

1: Hisuian Zoroark

Reasons:

Both have (partially) white hair

Both have evil in their hearts

Both are strong allies and a force not to be messed with.

Headcanons:

As a researcher Gibeon is really intrested in Zoroark and why it looks nothing like its Unovan counterpart, hence why he caught it.

Loner/basically forced to hang out with 6 heroes and the rest of Pokemon

(almost) never gets involved in dramas.

Even though he never shows it, Zoroark really cares about his trainer and his friends.

2: Glaceon

Reasons:

Similar sounding names (Gibeon-Glaceon)

Blue works well with purple/white

glaceon being ice type represents Gibeon's cold demeanor

Headcanons:

Found by Gibeon as an abandoned Eevee

At Lucius' urging, the OG trio of explorers took her under their care. They took turns looking after her, but eventually (to Lucius and Rystal's surprise) Eevee formed the strongest bond with Gibeon who in the end caught her. And then few months later Eevee evolved into Glaceon.

Unlike Zoroark, Glaceon actively shows Gibeon affection which makes him confused since he doesn't know how to react to that.

Whenever she wants something, she makes puppy eyes

And now for Rystal:

1: Shiny Rowlet

Reasons:

"Why not Ho-oh?" Well, that's because I wanted to be at least a bit original.

"Why shiny?" because it fits Rystal color scheme

Come on its Rowlet! THERE'S LITERALLY NO POKEMON FAN THAT HATES ROWLET! And if there is one, show me.

Headcanons:

has short temper

When he first met Rystal, he stole her hat because he thought it would be the perfect nest.

In general, at the beginning he argued a lot with her especially about the hat.

Sometimes rowlet was so stubborn that Rystal had to walk like this:

Over time, however, Rystal and Rowlet began to get along.

He probably never evolved/evolved but only into Dartrix and never into Decidueye. (Idk you can choose your version)

2: Flygon

Reasons:

I wanted to give her at least one big Pokemon

green

....yeah that's pretty much it

Headcanons:

relaxed most of the time, but knows when to be serious.

Besties with Zygarde.

Mainly used in transport.

Thinks of Pagogo as a younger sibling.

And that's it for now. Thank you if you read this to the end. Have a nice day/night, bye.

#pokemon horizons #rystal pokemon #lucius pokemon #gibeon pokemon #pokeani #my art

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sammydem0n64 · 7 months ago

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I love your pokemon gijinka universe!! Do you have any fun facts abt yveltal and giratina? :0

[POPS MY COLLAR] HELLO ASKER. YES I DO LEMME GIVE SOME RUNDOWNS

-They’re married, tho ofc this is a very heavily stated fact in most art I’ve posted here lol

-Giratina’s the youngest out of the Creation Trio, while Yveltal is twins with Xerneas (no “older/younger twin” dynamics here, they were both born at the exact same time (from a magic tree and the cocoon growing out of it) w/ Zygarde being the two’s older sibling

-All the art of Yveltal is outdated; I’ve given their design body feathers and more vulture like features. Straight up avian with it

-The outfit they wear under the cloak is reminiscent of pre-French Revolution, Rococó French fashion. Aka they look rich as fuck though they don’t have a penny to their name

-Giratina becomes a massive foodie after getting out of the Distortion World, thanks to the fact they’ve starved for EONS. They’ll eat just about anything and throughly enjoy making odd food combinations

-Giratina would be a massive black metal fan while Yveltal would prefer classical music and blues. They’d both like jazz

-Gira has very few items with them in the Distortion World (before Hoopa arrived), including their childhood blanket, scissors to cut their hair and very, very outdated history books to keep them occupied. They lost the books ages ago. They’re floating around out there.

-They both like to “bird watch” (watch the mortal realm through a pond in the DW) and make fun of stupid mortals 😭

#human pokemon au #I miss my gijinkaverse. I miss it a lot #asks

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coffeeistired · 1 year ago

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Goverment Spies

Prompt: what if Floyd and Branch had asked Clay about their parents??

Clay sat leaned against the troll tree,the older trolls- Spruce, JD, and Grandma were arguing again, and…well, even though he was sure Spruce was right like he often was(Clay has favorites), he decided to not side with the purple haired brother and instead took the younger siblings out, and now he was stuck, watching his siblings half heartedly as he held a lollipop in his mouth, taking it out with a loud pop as he felt a tug on his jacket, he glanced to the side, raising an eyebrow.

“What’s up dawg- dawgs??” Clay asked with an upwards nod, adjusting to sit up, raising an eyebrow at his two younger siblings who stared up at him with hopeful eyes.

“What were mommy and daddy like?” The youngest- Branch asked hopefully, excitement filling his baby blue eyes, Clay nearly choked on his salvia.

He didn’t know much about their parents, he’d seen them once or twice, before Floyd was even born, at this point, that memory is the most vivid of any memory the troll had, he never wanted to forget it. He could remember their faces clear as day- the sweet sounds of their voices…like honey and sugar- or whatever the saying was, He didn’t know it.

He was so scared to talk to them that night. He glanced to the side with a forced chuckle before standing up, brushing himself off.

“Wellllll….I can’t tell ya! It’s a secret.” He winked, pretending to zip his mouth shut and throw away the key.

“Awhhh c’mon! Pleaseeee!” Floyd begged, giving the yellow haired troll puppy eyes, Bitty B joining him.

“Plleeeaseeee!”

“I dunnooo…they’d be pretty mad if I told you they were secretly spies.” Clay said with a shrug.

The two younger trolls loudly gasped. “Mom and Dad are spies?!”

Clay gasped, putting a hand on his heart in mock shock. “Who told you that?! It was supposed to be a secret!”

“You did!”

“I did?”

“Yeah!”

“What did I do?”

Floyd laughed and playfully pushed the taller troll.

“Alright, Alright fine, but you can’t tell Grandma I said anything or else!”

“Or else what?”

“Or else….JD’ll make us sing another love song!”

He fake gagged, despite the fact that practically all of Brozone’s songs could be counted as a love song.

“But all our songs are love songs….”

“Exactly! Unoriginalitiy! The scariest thing of them all!” Clay slid down against the tree dramatically, playing dead.

“Oh no! John Dory killed him!”

“Nooooo!” Branch hugged Clay tightly, a loud pop coming from the other troll’s back, which to be fair, is what always happened (he should get that checked out).

Just then he heard a worried voice calling for them- in order from youngest to oldest, Bitty B, Floyd, Clay. Clay opened an eye, peering over to where he heard their names being called, the younger trolls had not seemed to notice the voices quite yet, but they had noticed that Clay was in fact very alive(which, of course was obvious with his breath- the rising and falling of his chest.) Clay sat up, hugging Bitt B back with one arm, Floyd joining in with the other two trolls, Clay wrapped his free arm around the other troll.

He heard the voice call again, closer this time, Clay could recognize the voice now- Spruce, the younger trolls recognized the worried call of the second oldest brother, well, Floyd did, he looked up, his ears perked. “SPRUCE?” He called back only to receive an excited ‘FLOYD’ in reply as the purple haired troll dashed over from the distance, a worried look on his face as he slid down to be with the trio, kneeling down, hugging them all tightly, another pop coming from Clay’s back.

After a while of waiting Spruce let go, worry still filling his expression. “I was SO worried-“

The rest sounded like rambling to Clay, he just rolled his eyes, fiddling with his sweatband as Floyd tried to apologize, Bitty B’s expression filled with confusion as Spruce picked him up, geasturing for Floyd and Clay to follow as he started to walk back to the pop.

….

“Grandmmaaa…are mommy and daddy spies?”

“Say WHAT NOW-“

Shit.

#trolls band together #trolls #fluff #trolls floyd #clay trolls #trolls spruce #trolls branch #oneshot #clay and Bruce are besties please

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vacantgodling · 10 months ago

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#3: Deux Undershield

No matter what, you can’t seem to understand what you did to have someone you cherished so much hate you so, and it saddens you as much as it infuriates you. Never mind what destiny is; you will prove yourself and force that person to acknowledge your efforts. Along the way, perhaps you realize that destiny has more in store for you than what you initially planned, and you realize… perhaps it doesn’t matter if this person accepts you. The rest of the world need you.

“deux” means two, as she is the secondborn child of the undershield family—younger sister of dion, elder sister to trios (and yes the rest of their siblings are named like that). “undershield” is a combined name of the words under and shield, referring to the backside of a shield and the one closest to the user.

25, cis woman (she/her), romance: yes, sex: yes, preference: masculine

despite the dresses and frills she may don, deux is built like a workhorse—broad shouldered, thick thighs, strong midsection, etc. still, she has a sweet, girlish face with soft cheeks and when she isn’t in the thick of things, or flexing, she is covered in a plush layer of chub. her lips are thick and full, and she has a wider nose and smiling eyes with high apple cheekbones. her skin is deep like cacao and her hair is a deep blue like the midnight sky; curly like stray clouds and usually kept in a short bob around her ears, however much of it is shrinkage. should she straighten it her hair would probably reach her shoulders. her eyes are a warm, deep brown.

as a PROTECTOR, the most important weapon deux wields is her shield; it weighs at least 40lbs and comes to about her clavicle when placed on the ground. this, partnered with the heavy, armored plates that she wears make her the strongest member on our main cast (Contingent 17 of the AGoE), with an insanely stable core. along with her shield she carries a midsized rapier, as offensive isn’t really her forte; she prefers shield bashes and to use her shield to protect her friends. while she isn’t as prolific in the magic vis as her brother is, deux is steadily learning and improving her techniques every day. she trains quite often and enjoys working with her shield. she graduated (as all protectors do) from Holy Muinens Protector’s Academy, and while she was in the top percentile of her class, it was mostly due to her diligence and not to do to some stand out talent. she’s a hard worker through and through and it shows.

at first glance deux is pleasant, a bit shy, but very much a people person. she may be a bit naive due to her sheltered upbringing, and a bit too trusting towards others, but it just makes her more endearing to be around especially to many. however, that doesn’t mean she is a pushover. far from it—one of her main jobs as a protector is to draw enemy attention to herself, and she’s nearly fearless on the battlefield. this is because of her extreme devotion and faith to the goddess MUINENS, which was fostered in her from a very young age by her parents. she prays every day and regarding nearly anything she does—and in some manners, she always has this gut feeling that the goddess is listening to her, even if she doesn’t necessarily see it… she just feels it. more than this however, deux also has quite a bit of temper; it’s something she’s not proud of and she does her best to not let it get the best of her but she does have times where it explodes and her outbursts have resulted in literal fist fights (especially with her brother, dion) or shouting matches if she gets to pissed off. she doesn’t like that side of herself and does her best to reign things in and at this point it would take something truly awful to set her off. her policy is to seek understanding and companionship and she does her best to uphold that as well as MUINENS’s principles.

deux becomes close and fast friends with piper, and develops a crush on forte near immediately—though she does her best not to treat him differently because of it. she also grows close with erik due to his proximity to her brother, since he seems like he’s the only person who is willing to tell her anything about why he is acting the way he does. dion and deux used to be close growing up, but suddenly one day things changed and he began to despise her. much of the reason she’s decided to come to the guilds is to try and find her brother and make amends because she misses being close to him and can’t reconcile how and why he suddenly switched up. she and trios are close, and aside from him she generally writes home often.

3 fun facts about them: due to growing up in hytroth, deux loves winter and loves the snow and cold. she has a harder time dealing with lathsbury’s warmer climate and tends to overheat often. she’s quite athletic and can move faster than you think in that heavy armor. she loves flowers and tends to keep at least one vase of seasonal blooms in her room.

#s: tcol #tcol character intro

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princess-of-pearls-and-stars · 6 months ago

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Looks Can Be Deceiving

Twst Mafia AU has been dancing around in my brain soooo here's a twst mafia au oneshot featuring me & @helenadurazzo's Alexavia AU

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Azul, along with Jade & Floyd, come to collect the monthly payment the owners of Jardin - A quaint little flowershop located in Night Raven City - owe Octavinelle

What was supposed to be a regular payment collection, however, is interrupted by the shop owners' newest employee : A beautiful blue-eyed brunette who, to his suprise, is a lot tougher than she appears at first glance ...

Helena belongs to @helenadurazzo

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" I'm sorry, Mr & Mrs Jardin. Did you just say that you're unable to give me the monthly payment you owe Octavinelle ?! " Azul asked coldly, Jade & Floyd grinning menacingly on either side of him " For the 3rd time, I might add ? "

The couple cowered in one of the back corners of the shop, holding eachother's hand " F-Forgive us, Mr. Ashengrotto, b-but our youngest daughter Viviana - our little Via - has been very ill these past 3 years " Mr. Jardin explained shakily, eyes watering " W-We had been able to keep up with the payments the last 2 years, b-but business hasn't been doing very well this year. W-With other flowershops in the city being more popular, a-and most of our employees quitting to either work at the more popular flower shops or move out of the city entirely ... "

" A year ago, we got a call from her fiancé stating that Viviana fell into a c-coma - " Mrs. Jardin admitted " T-The doctor's have hope that she'll wake up, b-but life support is so expensive. Her fiancé helps us with her hospital bills when he can , but his mother's own health has been on the decline the past decade ever since his father's passing, and he has several younger siblings he's responsible for looking after. I-If we lose our business and home entirely, w-we w-will lose our only s-surviving c-c-child - !! "

The elderly woman broke down into sobs, her husband holding her close

" Mr & Mrs Jardin I finished tidying up the storage room !! " A heavenly voice called out sweetly before a beautiful young woman emerged from one of the back rooms of the flower shop " I'll be heading home short - "

The woman froze upon noticing the trio and the cowering couple, examining the trio warily

" Oh ? I see you two have acquired a new employee " Azul chuckled darkly as he examined the new individual - a beautiful young lady in blue with pale skin, light brown hair up in a high messy bun, and blue eyes - from where he was standing by the front counter " Jade, Floyd " Azul ordered " Bring her over to me "

Wordlessly, Jade and Floyd each grabbed an arm and walked towards Azul with pointy, menacing grins with the lady in tow

" H-Hey !! Let me go !! " The brunette struggled in the twins' grip

" P-Please don't harm her !! " Mr. Jardin begged while holding his sobbing wife close to him " She's done nothing wrong !! Please have mercy - "

" Harm her ? You wound me, dear sir " Azul feinged a disappointed expression before smirking as Jade and Floyd brought the young lady over so that she was in front of him

Tilting the lady's chin up with two fingers, Azul leaned in a bit to examine her face more closely. To his delight, she was even more beautiful up close

" Well, well, well ~ Aren't you a beautiful little pearl ~ ? " Azul purred, stroking the young lady's bottom lip gently with his thumb " May I have the pleasure of knowing your name, miss ? "

The brunette's cheeks flared up a pretty shade of pink, making Azul's smirk widen even more " If you think for a second that you can push me around, then you are sorely mistaking. I'm a lot tougher than I look " The young lady glared at Azul, speaking in a sharp, formal tone " And if you must know, it's Helena. But isn't it considered rude for a man to ask for a lady's name without formally introducing himself first ? "

Azul was stunned silent, suprised at the young lady's response before he quickly composed himself, choosing to ignore Jade and Floyd - who were both chuckling to themselves

" Helena ~ " Azul smirked " What a lovely name for a lovely lady ~ Allow me to formally introduce myself ... " Azul bowed a bit before motioning for the eel merman on Helena's left to let go of her left arm, taking her left hand in his " I am Azul Ashengrotto. Owner and founder of the Monstro Lougne, and the Don of Octavinelle " Azul introduced himself before pressing his lips to Helena's knuckles, subtly taking note of how her hand bore no wedding or engagement ring on her ring finger " It's a pleasure to make your acquaintance ~ "

Perfect. She's absolutely perfect. Innocent but with hidden depths. Beautiful in blue, and Azul was convinced that Helena would look utterly divine in Octavinelle's colors, her neck and wrists adorned with pearls ...

And, most importantly, she was unwed

... Now for the possibly more complicating part : How to convince her to go along with his little ' proposal ' ...

" Hmmm ... Originally, today was supposed to be an ordinary monthly payment collection " Azul mused, letting go of Helena's hand and subtly motioned for the twins to move away from her before circling her, keeping his eyes locked on the young lady " But now that I've met you, my dear pearl, I have a little ... proposal to make ... "

Azul chuckled darkly before he took Helena's hand, twirled her around, and then manuvered her so that she had her back facing the shops' front counter, a strong arm snaking around her waist so she couldn't escape - elicting a squeak of suprise from her that was absolutely adorable - his free hand coming up to her face to caress her cheek, his thumb gently stroking Helena's bottom lip as he leaned in towards her ear

" Marry me ~ " Azul purred into Helena's ear with a devilish smirk

#twisted wonderland #azul ashengrotto #jade leech #floyd leech #twst mafia au

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PLANET KINGDOMS WIKI: ERIC

Real/Full Name: Eric Tierra-Sekai

Alias/other names:

Prince Endymion Edanus de Terra (name in past life)

Place of Origin: Midlight City, CA, U.S.A., Earth

Residency: Midlight City, CA

Citizenship: American

Status: Alive

Age: 21-23

Height: 6’1”

Species: Astral-Human (Terra Variant)

Ethnicity: Mexican (half), Japanese (half)

Gender: Male

Occupation:

Sous Chef

Florist

Affiliations:

Milagro’s Mexican Restaurant

Gardena Flower Shop

Appearances:

Season 1

Eric Tierra-Sekai is a main character of Planet Kingdoms and the reincarnation of Prince Endymion from the Kingdom of Terra. He is also a part time employee at the Gardena Flower Shop and a sous chef at Milagros, a Mexican restaurant in Midlight City.

Personality:

Eric is a kind and patient young man, who is very protective of his loved ones. He is an over-thinker and aims to be as non-confrontational as possible. Though he can be absent-minded and disorganized, Eric has a good heart and is very loyal. He enjoys simplicity. As much as he is ashamed to admit, Eric has a slight jealous streak. He has trouble being completely upfront with himself and others. Eric is shown to be a kind and mature young gentleman whom cares deeply for Claire, their friends and his family. However, he seems to be mostly unaware of Claire’s romantic feelings for him, causing their relationship to occasionally become strained. Eric enjoys cooking, running, weight-lifting, and occasionally playing video games.

Physical Appearance:

Eric is a young adult human male of half Japanese and half Mexican descent. He has a tan complexion, dark eyes and dark blue hair (with a lighter blue shine). He is very tall and is of slight muscular build. Eric is described as “decently good looking”. Much to his discomfort, he has frequently been described by others as looking “more Japanese” than “Mexican”.

History:

Eric was born May 16th, 1983, to Jae and Maria Tierra-Sekai n Midlight City, California. When Eric was 5, his little sister, Andrea, was born. He attended Midlight Elementary school, where he first met and befriended Claire DeLuna in kindergarten, followed by Avianna Valentine in second grade. In fourth grade, the trio met and befriended Hiram St. Fotia and Karan Indra. In fifth grade, the group befriended Sabine Ho, who was a new student.

Eric attended the Ursa Minor Middle School with his 5 friends. In 8th grade, Louis Estrano transferred to the school and Claire ended up befriending him on her own after Louis jumped out of the window of their second story classroom due to anxiety. Miraculously, Louis only injured his ankle, to which Claire was able to convince him to go to the school nurse for. Louis stuck close to her following the incident, and while Avianna, Sabine, and Karan didn’t mind Louis’s presence, Eric and Hiram did not end up befriending him.

The group of 7 all attended and graduated from Ursa Major High School. In their freshman year, Eric’s little brother, Javier, was born, making Eric 14 years older than him. When Javier was 8 months old, Eric’s father, Jae, was suddenly killed in a car accident, for which Eric was present and briefly hospitalized with minor injuries. Following the loss of income, Eric’s mother, Maria, struggled greatly to balance her job as an ER nurse and a grieving mother of 3 children, including a baby. To help, Eric got his driver’s permit as soon as he could and started working odd jobs around his neighborhood like mowing lawns, cooking, cleaning, and dog walking. Also wanting to help, Claire DeLuna offered Eric a part time position at her flower shop, which Eric accepted. Eric quickly became responsible for his 2 younger siblings most of the time.

In their junior year of high school, Claire’s adoptive grandmother, Hona was hospitalized for undisclosed health reasons, and Claire was left to live and manage the flower shop by herself. In order to ease the burden, her friends offered to step in and help work at the flower shop. Following graduation, Claire took on operating the flower shop by herself full time, and urged her friends to go and pursue their individual dreams / careers without worrying about her. Reluctantly, they did so, but Eric and Louis decided to keep working part time at the flower shop, even while they worked other jobs. Eric continues to work there currently, but now manages a full time job as a sous chef at Milagros, a local Mexican restaurant. Even though he has moved out of his family home and into an apartment, he still frequently takes care of Javier, since Andrea has moved out of Midlight.

Relatives:

Jae Tierra-Sekai (father, deceased)

Maria Tierra-Sekai (mother)

Andrea (younger sister)

Javier (younger brother)

Relationships:

Claire Starling (best friend)

Hiram St. Fotia (best friend)

Karan Indra (best friend)

Hera Galanis (girlfriend)

Avianna Valentine (best friend)

Sabine Xue (best friend)

Louis Estrano (coworker)

Powers/Weapons/Abilities:

- As an Astral Human: Upon The Awakening, Eric undergoes a metamorphic process (dubbed as “Second Magic Puberty” by Karan Indra) that forcefully evolves his human body to take on the features of an Astral, the super powered alien race he was apart of biologically in his past life. This gives him the following traits.

- Enhanced durability

- Enhanced strength

- Enhanced stamina

- Delayed Aging

- As a Terranean Variant: As the Prince of the kingdom of Terra, Eric possesses the Terranean astral crystal, a cosmic object embedded into the inside of his sternum, similarly to the other planetary heirs. The crystal endows the host with supernatural abilities unique to each individual crystal. Powers unique to the Terranean Astral Crystal includes:

- Eternal access to their Astral Weapon: The Sword of Terra

- Elemental Manipulation

- Geokinesis: geokinetic ability to manipulate earth and rock in all their various forms, prevalent in the Terranean Royal Family.

- Lavakinesis: ability allows the host to phase-change earth into lava, lava into earth, and otherwise manipulate existing lava with great dexterity.

- Metal: ability allows host to ferrokinetically bend natural and processed metal in a similar fashion to bending regular earth.

- An addition ability: Because of Eric’s Astral-Human status, the lunar astral crystal enables him to transform into his Endymion form and enables him to revert to his civilian human form.

Etymology:

The name “Eric” means “eternal ruler”, a clear reference to Prince Endymion’s status as the heir to the Kingdom of Terra.

“Tierra”, the first part of Eric’s last name, means “Earth” or “land” in Spanish.

The last part of Eric’s last name “Sekai” from his father’s side, is a Japanese word that translates to “world”, meaning the Earth.

Trivia/Fun Facts:

- Eric’s birthday is May 16th, 1983, making him a Taurus, and his birthstone an emerald.

- His personality type is INFJ.

- Eric speaks English and Spanish fluently, but has struggled learning Japanese ever since he was a child.

- Eric is 5 years older than Andrea and 14 years older than Javier.

#planet kingdoms #pk Eric #pk Eric Sekai-Tierra #Eric Sekai-Tierra #pk wiki

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