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taleeater · 8 months ago

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Fragile Part 7

Sorry for the wait! It was hard to focus while writing this chapter, so I might be editing it for mistakes here and there. I hope you like it! :] <3

Generation: Bayverse TMNT

Tmnt x Reader Fanfic

Pronouns: Gender Neutral (except ‘dudette’, 'miss', and ‘princess’)

Warnings: injury, broken limbs, violence, drowning, not proof read

Part 1 Part 2 Part 3 Part 4 Part 5 Part 6

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You were laying dazed on the cold metal floor. In too much pain to focus on anything else besides breathing. You heard a commotion, voices muffled through the thick glass. At least inside this tube they couldn’t touch you anymore. Your mind strayed to the turtles. You weren’t able to save them. You weren’t able to do anything. You just hope they can somehow get away safely. That April and Casey can somehow save them.

“I won’t ask again…. Where’s (y/n).” Leo growled. He grit his teeth as he lowered his stance, ready to strike.

Baxter Stockman was quickly typing commands into the program on his computer. Karai stepped in front of him and drew her katana.

“Out of your reach, Turtles.”

“Aaaaand, there!” Stockman hit one last key on this computer and a red light started to flash on the tank, bringing the turtle’s attention to the crumpled form inside the glass. At the same time a multitude of files and programs started closing on the screen one after another, Stockman’s signature digital self-destruct program. Baxter stepped away from his computer and lifted his arms up triumphantly.

The sound of rattling pipes overhead catches your attention.

“Ha! You’re too late, Turtles. For years, the Foot Clan has sought out the means to fight you mutants on equal footing. And now, we have our secret weapon! An endless supply of pure mutagen!!!”

You heard a loud beeping sound, then a click, and the squeak of metal.

A gush of icy water pours down on you from above. The sudden cold shocks you and marginally distracts you from the pain. You pull yourself to the edge of the glass away from the heavy stream of water coming down from above, slowly starting to fill the base. You take a shaky deep breath and bang a fist on the glass. No use. Dizzy and numb, you look outside the tank for someone, something, anything that might help you. That’s when you see them.

And with dawning horror, they see you.

“Guys….?” You press your wet hand up against the glass. They’re here! They’re safe!!!

“(Y/n)....? (Y/N)!!!!” Leo shouts and lunges towards the tank. He tries to rush up to the glass but Rocksteady blocks his path. There’s blood on your cheek, and even a good distance away he can tell you’re in bad shape.

“OUT OF OUR WAY!” Raph roared at Bebop and Rocksteady, crossing his sai in preparation for a fight.

“Uuuh hey guys? Why is (y/n) in a giant fish bowl…?” Mikey asked, nunchucks at the ready.

“They ain’t comin’ out anytime soon, short stack.” Bebop said with an evil grin.

“You turtles totally fell for our trap!” Rocksteady chuckled.

Donnie immediately noticed the computer hooked up to the tank’s controls. He tried to subtly sneak past Bebop to get to Stockman but Karai stepped forward and blocked his path.

Karai pointed her sword at Donnie. “The Foot will be unstoppable.”

“And I will FINALLY get the recognition I deserve, for single-handedly creating an entire race of superhumans that will rule over the city!!!”

“You’re crazy!! You don’t even know what kind of side effects that mutation will have on regular humans!” Donnie activated the electricity at the end of his bo staff, ready to fight Karai to get to Stockman.

“I do have to thank you turtles for activating their mutant gene. Without your help, none of this would be possible!” Stockman’s laugh echoed through the large room. He waltz over to the canister filling up with the distilled mutagen from your blood. “We originally got (y/n) by a…. foreseeable mistake. But to our surprise, they survived where others had failed. And yet- their results were incomplete. Their animal DNA wasn’t materializing no matter what we did to them. So we came back to New York, where the population could supply us with countless more test subjects.” Baxter said cheerfully, popping the lid off the canister. “But now that we have the results we wanted, we have no need of them! We can preserve (y/n)’s body in a special chemical compound that will put them into a permanent hibernation. No need to worry, their body will be harnessed for science!” Stockman’s laugh was deep and evil, and to everyone’s shock-

He dumped the canister of mutagen over his own head.

Karai lept back out of the trajectory of the splash. Baxter’s laugh increased in volume as he began to morph and change. His head and eyes grew large, his body shrank, little papery wings sprouted from his back, and he mutated into a giant mutant fly.

Bebop and Rocksteady were stunned by the transformation. “Eeeeewwww… he turned into a bug?” Bebop whined.

“Nasty!” Rocksteady shook his head. Neither of them were paying attention to the turtles so Raph and Donnie covered for Leo and Mikey to make a break for the tank you were in. By now it had filled enough that you were starting to float.

“We’re here babe! We’re gonna get you out!” Mikey reassured you.

You whimpered helplessly. You were having a hard time keeping your head above water, not really able to swim with a broken dislocated arm and broken ankle.

“Stay back!” Leo sliced at the glass, and Mikey hit it with his nunchucks as hard as he could, but their attacks barely left a scratch!

“Guys! We have incoming!” Donnie yelled as Stockman had started flying around the room, maniacally laughing as he swooped down and kicked the back of Mikey’s shell, almost knocking him over.

“Dude, gross!” Mikey protested. Stockman looked to be drooling some kind of acid substance from his mouth.

Bebop and Rocksteady had recovered and started to charge towards them. Leo and Mikey had to jump away from your tank to avoid getting trampled.

“Donnie, that glass is as hard as steel!!” Leo jumped up and kicked Rocksteady across his cheek, then retreated.

“What’re we gonna do? (Y/n)’s tank is already half full!” Raph shouted. He was using his sai to hold back Bebop’s tusks as he tried to charge them.

You were doing your best to calm your breathing enough that you could float, but every time your head ducked below water you panicked. Your body was exhausted and protested against your desperate movements, but you needed to survive long enough for the boys to break you out.

“Donnie! See if you can turn off the water!!! I’ve got Karai.” Leo ordered

“Mikey! It’s you and me!” Raph called over, clanging his sai together and shouted a war cry running up to strike Rocksteady.

“What?! What about the bug brained dude??!! Eep!” Mikey ducked as Stockman flew over his head. He looked down and realized he was kneeling at the feet of Bebop, who had taken the black taser out of his pocket.

“You wanna taste too, little man?”

When Bebop flicked on the taser, Mikey saw the small stains of fresh blood on the pointed tips that buzzed with electricity. He looked back over to you struggling in the tank and how heavily injured you looked.

He saw red.

Mikey had a rare moment of true anger as he jumped to his feet and knocked the taser out of Bebop’s hand with his nunchucks, and in a flurry of rapid hits he beat back the warthog. He finished him off with a powerful roundhouse kick to the head.

“THAT’S WHAT YOU GET FOR MESSING WITH MY BAE!” He shouted triumphantly.

Raph looked back to Mikey with wide eyes, proud of his little bro for letting loose. “Woah. Way to go Mikey!” He ducked a hit from Rocksteady and punched him hard under his chin. Knocking him out cold.

Leo was crossing swords with Karai. She was a skilled fighter. But he was much stronger than her. While he pushed her back with a heavy strike, she slipped on some of the mutagen that had spilled on the floor, allowing Leo to take advantage of the opening and disarmed her. He flicked her sword out of her hand and knocked her back. She glared daggers at him, quickly recovering. But seeing as Bebop and Rocksteady were knocked out, she opted for a tactical retreat.

“This is just the beginning.” She hissed and ran out of the lab door.

Stockman was buzzing around your tank, still laughing maniacally.

“You turtlezzzzz cannot defeat the mighty Dr Stockman!! I am invincible!! I am-“

Donnie turned on the taser at the end of his bo staff and vaulted it at the annoying human insect, striking him and electrocuting him, knocking him out of the air to fall on the floor with a gross splat.

“Good thing I always carry a bug zapper.” He deadpanned.

Donnie went back to trying to hack into Stockmans computer. He managed to get past the firewall with his hacking program, but he discovered that all of the interfaces connected to the tank control had been erased.

There was no way to stop the tank from filling up completely. Donnie would have to write a whole new interface from scratch to control the tank.

There was no time.

You were running out of air, trying desperately to keep your head above water as the tank was almost full to the top. You took in one last deep breath just as the water consumed the last of the space. You held your good hand over your mouth and nose hard, trying to hold in the air, and floated down towards the bottom of the tank.

No more air.

“(Y/N)!!!”

“ANGEL CAKES!!!” Donnie and Mikey yelled out in panic.

Your eyes snapped open, hearing their muffled voices outside the tank. You swam over to the glass and met eyes with Raphael. He had picked a spot and began punching at the glass over and over again with his sai in his fists.

The needled jabs just managed to scratch the surface.

You looked at him sadly through the glass. He was stressed, sweating and desperate to break through. Mikey had grabbed a chair and had chucked it at the glass from another spot but it just bounced off and broke on the floor.

Leo was standing behind Donnie with his hand on his shoulder, but his eyes didn’t leave your face.

Time was running out. You were choking on the stale air in your lungs. Head getting dizzy from lack of oxygen. You removed your hand from your mouth and pressed it up to the glass, some bubbles of air escaping your mouth. Your eyebrows knit together to concentrate on not breathing in the fluid in the tank. But you were suffocating and in pain.

It was hard.

You looked back up at Raph, and forced a smile on your face. You felt sad. You didn’t want them to see you like this. They felt so far away.

Darkness was consuming your vision. The last remaining bubbles of air escaped from your mouth and your eyes slipped closed.

“NO!!! NO-! (Y/N), STAY WITH US.” Raph pounded his fist hard against the glass.

“DAMN IT.” Donnie frustratingly slammed his fist down next to the keyboard, his head falling into his hands. None of the lines of command coding he was typing in were working.

Leo left Donnie’s side and strode up to the tank.

“Move.” Leo ordered as he came up behind Raph. He unsheathed his swords and began slicing at the glass again. It was barely making a scratch. But combined with the small dents Raph had been making, he was slowly chipping away at the surface.

“Leo! If you can manage to cut 1.2 centimeters deep, it should weaken the glass enough to shatter with enough force!” Donnie yelled from where he was still furiously typing into the stationed keyboard. His attempts to unlock the system all in vain.

Leo and Raph worked together to stab and slice at the weakest point in the glass until finally-

*crack*

A small fracture appeared in the glass.

“There!!” Donnie called out. Raph and Leo switched to charging at the door and ramming it full force with their shoulders. Over and over as the cracks grew wider and wider.

Mikey came over, and with a hand on Leo’s shoulder, the leader stepped aside to let his little brother help. Mikey joined Raph and rammed the glass again with such force the crack split all the way across the glass. One more strike-

The glass shattered on impact.

The gush of water that burst through swept Mikey and Raph off their feet. The floor of the lab flooded, and your body washed up on the floor. Lifeless and unmoving.

“(Y/N)!!!!!!” The boys all yelled.

Leo reached you first, falling into a kneel at your side. He ripped out the two needles from your back and held you in his arms. Donnie rushed over and slid down into the other spot at your side, his goggles pulled into place as he quickly checked you over.

“They’re not breathing. Put them down flat, now.” Leo obeyed and laid you on your back. Donnie first pressed down on your diaphragm to check for water blocking your lungs, then began compressions.

The room was dead quiet all except for the sounds of Donnie’s whispered counting as he pressed down on your chest. He paused, opened your mouth, pinched your nose, and breathed into your lungs.

Mikey was nervously walking around you back and forth, and Raph watched you from a distance, a vacant expression as he watched your face for any sign of movement, pleading with himself for you to be okay.

After what felt like an eternity, you coughed. Leo quickly rolled you lay on your side. You spit up water, gasping for air. You felt like you were coughing up a lung full of ethanol.

Mikey cheered and Raph took a deep breath, covering his face with his hands. Donnie fell backwards onto his butt and pulled his goggles off his head, so incredibly relieved you were breathing. Leo rubbed your back comfortingly as you got your breathing back under control.

Once you got a suitable amount of oxygen back in your lungs, you whimpered. Your throat was burning and a pain in your stomach and chest made it hard to breathe.

Leo picked you up again, and held you close to his chest. Your eyes fluttered open and you winced at the bright light from the ceiling.

“Welcome back.” Leo said with a smile on his face.

“Leo…?” Your voice was quiet and scratchy. You looked around at Donnie, Mikey, and Raph that all came into view around you and Leo.

“Guys….?” You felt barely conscious. Head foggy and tired like you were under water.

“We’re right here.” Donnie assured you, reaching down to pick up your good hand, giving it a reassuring squeeze.

All the fear and emotion of drowning and being captured suddenly crashed down on you all at once. You sniffed and big tears gathered in your eyes.

“I was… so scared… I thought I was going to lose you….!” You hiccuped and sobbed as Leo held your trembling form tightly against his chest.

“Shhhh, it’s okay. I’m here. We got you.” Leo soothed, rubbing his hand down your back. He buried his nose into your damp hair and held you tight.

“You had us worried there for a minute!” Donnie was smiling at you, soft and relieved. Mikey was standing behind him rubbing tears out of his eyes.

“Let’s get you home.” Raph said, kneeling down behind you.

“Wait. I need to splint their arm and their ankle first. Mikey, can you find me some-“

*crack*

“Will this work?”

Mikey had already broken off the thin legs of a chair across the room.

“Yeah that works fine.” He pulled out two rolls of gauze from one of the pockets on his belt, and took the offered sticks from Mikey, who knelt down by your feet.

“What’re we gonna do about him?” He asked, motioning over to Stockman’s twitching form across the room.

The brothers all sneered at the fly mutant with similar levels of disgust on their faces, finding him rather gross. You smiled.

“Just leave him there, we can worry about him another time.” Leo offered, adjusting you in his grip. You winced terribly when your arm was moved.

“….Is ...your arm dislocated?” Leo asked you, holding you upright in a sitting position, now thoroughly checking you over.

Donnie and Mikey were working together to splint your ankle, Mikey holding up your foot while Donnie wrapped the splint to it.

“Let me see that.” Raph placed his hands on your shoulder and you clenched your teeth and whined quietly at the sharp pain.

“Leo, hold them still for a minute.”

“Just hold onto me tightly, it’ll be over in a second.” Leo hugged you close, wrapping an arm around your good side.

Raph got hold of your tender arm, and with practiced ease, popped your shoulder back into place. You cried out loudly and buried your face in Leo’s shoulder, taking deep breaths.

Raph tried to rub the soreness out of your poor shoulder. “Good job, princess. Now let Donnie get a look at that break.”

You hesitantly detached yourself from Leo, your shaking red and swollen arm was carefully picked up by Donnie, who set the splint and carefully wrapped the bandages.

“I’ll be able to get a better look at it with the x-ray machine back at home. For now we just have to be really careful not to jostle them too much when carrying them back.”

“I got em.” Raph volunteered. Leo looked to Raph, wordlessly nodding his head for his brother to take you from his arms.

“Careful of their arm….”

“Got it.”

Without much effort, Raph scooped you up in his big arms. You winced as a sharp stabbing pain radiated through your stomach as you were held close to Raph’s chest.

Something was definitely wrong.

“I’m sorry, princess. It’s just until we get you home.” Raph apologized. Leo led everyone quickly out of the lab.

Once back out in the hallway you had entered from, you noticed with visible shock the literal sea of bodies that covered the floor. Foot ninja. They fought through all of them, just to get to you.

Everyone exited the lab, careful to stick to the shadows as the sun began to rise. As the turtles made their way for their home, your stomach burned worse and worse with a white hot pain that radiated through your body. The movement of the city passing you by made you become dizzy, and your head felt like it was spinning. You felt nauseous and incredibly tired.

“Hey Raph….?”

“Yeah princess?”

“I’m sorry I couldn’t save you guys…. You had to save me instead….” You weren’t making any sense. Raph could barely hear you as the wind whipped past his head. You just felt so tired.

“Hey, stay with me, princess. We’re almost there. It’s okay.” Raph didn’t know what the right thing to say was. But your eyes were starting to slide closed.

“Can we…. Can we watch Princess Bride again…. When we get home….?”

Raph smiled at that.

“Yeah. We’ll watch it as many times as you want, short stack.” He didn’t care if his brothers teased him for secretly liking your girly movie. He didn’t care if he had to watch it with you a hundred times. He just wanted you to get better.

“We’re almost there. How you holding up?”

Silence.

“(Y/n)…?”

“Mmh?”

Your eyes were closed.

“Come on, wake up, we’re almost there.”

He was desperate.

“Mm…hm…”

You hummed, but your eyelids felt too heavy to lift. You felt yourself sinking into a dark liquid abyss. You could no longer fight the pull.

“(Y/n)….. (y/n)? Hey…! Hey, no no no no no, you gotta stay awake. Come on princess…! (Y/N)!!!”

You felt Raph try to shake you awake, felt his muscles tense as he pushed himself to go faster.

“We’re almost there, hold on…!”

“Hold on….”

Darkness overtook you.

Part 8

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risestarkissomega · 20 days ago

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A question from @overthinkingspark-blue

"So, I’ve been thinking a lot about these Steven universe-style fusions that @teenagenutant made for the rise turtles. I’ve been working on a fanfic of them with another writer actually!

here’s the tag for them: https://www.tumblr.com/teenagenutant/tagged/fmau

So I’ve just been wondering- since I have absolutely no knowledge on fashion- what kinds of outfits *these* characters would wear, them being fusions of the rise turtles and all because it’s kinda hard to imagine they’d just wear both their components�� clothes together

if that makes sense?

Theres also the fact that a lot of them are designed wearing shorts/pants, so that may give hints to what kind of style they’d prefer. So since you’re well versed in the topic of fashion for the turtles, I figured why not ask you what you thought about it!

...And I was thinking specifically for what their wrestling outfits would be like or what they’d wear in a. “clothes don’t make the turtle” scenario...Though the ones that seem the most intriguing to me are Titian (Raph and Donnie fusion that looks like a mech) and Caravaggio (Leo and Raph fusion with the loooongggg mask tails and mega anxiety)

Because those two are hard to guess

And also Newton! (Donnie and Mikey fusion.)..."

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Ooo.

Firstly, combining the turtles into fusions is a really cool concept! The boys' personalities are already so interesting, so blending them would surely yield some very intriguing results...

Also, I just so happened to have watched all of Steven Universe. So, I'll be using my understanding of the SU rules for these fusions. (Assuming that these turtles fusions are using the same rules. If not, I'm so sorry! 😣)

Let's get started!

From what I've gathered from SU, the fusion rules are not as hard and fast as they could be when it comes to their designs...

Sometimes, the fashion is a true amalgamation of what each component was already wearing, which is usually in the case for Stevonnie.

Other times, and in my opinion more commonly, the designs involve the fusion's personality coming out in their fashion choices. But, it's not necessarily a direct reflection of the component's clothing.

My example for that is Sugilite.

The design for her clothing is not exactly what Garnet and Amethyst is wearing, but is more a reflection of who they become when they're together; this rough and tumble, rough around the edges, strong-willed, and powerful gem-which is reflected in the exaggerated and excessively ripped outfit, so it still works!

(BTW, this is also an example of the "Exaggeration" component of good character design.)

Alright, so I've said all of that to say: In SU, I believe that there's no absolute way to have a fusion. It seems to be more of a sliding scale from a "perfectly balanced physical amalgamation" to a "completely emotional combination," depending on the design choices of the creators, if that makes sense...

So, I'll summarize the SU fusion rules (in my opinion) that I'll be using going forward: This is a more "Physical Amalgamation" Fusion Design: Rainbow Quartz 2.0

vs.

A more "Emotional Amalgamation" Fusion Design: Sunstone

vs.

Something Right in the Middle: Sardonyx

Additional SU Note: In the end, the sliding scale of physical to emotional fusion choices is all at the discretion of the character designer! - IE. Rebecca caught a lot of flak for her Sunstone design, but in the end it's Rebecca's design (as revealed in the "Steven Universe: End of an Era" book.) Thus, how she chooses to depict the fusion of Steven and Garnet is up to her discretion!

Phew, ok. With that foundation out of the way...

Let's look at the turtles!

And since you mentioned their wrestling outfits, let's look at those specifically:

I found the easiest way to come up with a good representation of various turtle combinations is to do what we've always done in science...use punnett squares!

However, instead of crossing "alleles/genes," let's cross clothing design characteristics! (Stay with me! 😂) I went ahead and made a square using their wrestling clothing choices.

Let me just pop that baby right here:

Here's a reminder of all of the boys' wrestling fits:

And as an example, let's look at T.I.T.I.A.N. (Donnie and Raph's Fusion) since he seems to be one of the hardest to predict:

(T.I.T.I.A.N. as depicted by the original creator, @teenagenutant)

BTW, the design for T.I.T.I.A.N. is so logical!

With Raph's overly bureaucratic nature (as he's a stickler for the rules) and Donnie's hyper-analytic personality, the two of them combining to be a giant robot just makes sense! 😌❤️💜

"Uh, Ma’am, you misplace your five dollar bill directly into my palm."

"I need pre-game stats, highlights of past stats, projections of future stats. We’re missing the stats, people!"

Anywhoozle...

Here's a close up of my estimations for T.I.T.I.A.N.'s outfit based on the "SU fusion rules" I established earlier and the general application of the punnett square:

For me, the takeaway is the DRAMATICS!

Raph was a natural showman in the ring, and Donnie is just dramatic in general. Sooo, in my eyes, T.I.T.I.A.N.'s wrestling persona would be HIGHLY theatrical. 🙄

But yeah, by using the punnett square, you can just fill in the blanks, thus making any combination you'd like!

Or scrap all of my thoughts and start fresh! The point is it's a tool to make combining the turtles easier. 😁 Psssst! BTW.... I don't think you were the only ones inspired by Steven Universe:

💙💜🧡❤️Happy Creating! ❤️🧡💜💙

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YOUTUBE | KOFI | 🎵 BANDCAMP 🎵

I appreciate you! 😌

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aealzx · 1 year ago

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Masterpost

I should make things easier to navigate since custom domains aren't as common as ye olden days |D

Original Content:

All of my artwork can be seen under the (#my art) tag.

Rizen (#Rizen): My original story about an amnesiac cyborg and his two brother/uncle/dads trying to figure out who turned him into a cyborg and why. It's easier to read on my sub blog for it, aealrizen.tumblr.com

Lullabies of Frozen Tears (#LoFT): Bits and pieces of my oldest RP OC, Trance. The story is written along with my best friend Awa/NaBa

Fan content:

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Phantom Rogues (#Phantom Rogues): (Update Post) A brain rot fic about Team Phantom getting stuck in Gotham and having to steal and avoid authorities to take care of themselves and a comatose Danny. They get picked up by team BatFam. First post. And also on AO3.

🐢ROTTMNT:

Better Genes (#Better Genes): A short comic + writing mix of ROTTMNT based on the episodes Good Genes from TMNT 2003. Got interrupted by CDK.

Cross Dimension Kidnapping (#cross dimension kidnapping, rise + 2003 crossover, #CDK): A crossover illustrated fanfic between ROTTMNT and TMNT 2003. Posted both here (first post) and on AO3

Tethered Timeline : A fic about the adult Rise boys being sent back in time as spirits who are tied to their younger selves. AO3 only for the writing, but some images are under the tag #tethered timeline

🗝️Kingdom Hearts:

Heart Transplant AU (#htau, #heart transplant AU): A modern setting AU of Kingdom Hearts where Sora, Roxas, Ven, and Xion have all had open heart surgery. The posts aren't linked together very well, so there's a masterlist page over here. I also finally got it on AO3 if that's easier

#masterpost #navigation #aealzx masterpost #also everyone is free to call me just Aeal #the full username feels like a fullname im in trouble thing

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multi-kpop-fanfics · 2 years ago

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life changes and wood changelings - teaser

pairing: wood changeling!mingyu x human fem!reader

genre: fluff, angst, smut, hurt/comfort, supernatural!AU - minors dni.

warnings: heartbreak, strangers to lovers, mingyu has some questionable moments, will add more when the full fic is posted

summary: wood faes are an interesting race - charming, yet despise using charming magic. supernaturally strong, yet against fighting. a certain fae is also oddly monogamous, unlike the rest of his race (blame it on his human genes).

Author's note: this was a spur of the moment, let's see if I'll pull through with this lol - the teaser doesn't contain smut, but the main fic will ;) - a big thank you to @duhnova for feeding my gyurot <3

©multi-kpop-fanfics, 2023. No reposting allowed. No translations without permission allowed.

"You know, that's not the right way you're taking, miss!" the tall man yells at you, startling you and making you scream.

"What the hell?! Where did you come from?!"

"Um, the woods?" he jumps down from the tree, walking towards you.

"Uh....Okay, sure, whatever." you ignore him and continue towards the way you originally decided to follow.

"Are you searching for someone?" the man skips right next to you, looking at you with a beaming smile.

"None of your business....whatever your name is-"

"Mingyu."

"Okay, it's none of your business, Mingyu."

"Fine," he whistles nonchalantly, "You can always get lost in the woods and call for help, Y/N."

You freeze.

"How do you know my name?"

"I know lots of things," Mingyu turns towards you with a wolfish grin, "And I could use them to your advantage, if you ask nicely."

"Such as?" you cross your arms in front of chest.

"Such as....finding the person you're looking for."

#svthub #mingyu fluff #mingyu angst #mingyu smut #svt mingyu #kim mingyu #svt fluff #svt angst #svt smut #seventeen fluff #seventeen smut #seventeen angst #seventeen

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mmcgemino · 7 months ago

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How I almost went on stage with Gene Simmons (and also a heavy vent)

Today was the first day of Summer Breeze here in Brasil and Gene’s on the headline. I traveled 8 hours just to see him and Sebastian Bach play. I was so excited to see them and my mind was set on giving Gene a poster and a letter. I really wanted to give him a piece of my work and say how much KISS changed my life.

There was going to be a signing session at 3pm and when arrived there at 11am there was already a line. No problem for me, honestly, I could wait. But then somebody from the staff told us that the time changed for 7pm. I didn’t want the whole day of festival + Sebastian’s show, so I gave up on that.

Sebastian Bach’s show was amazing (I even got an autograph!). It was kinda short but I still had a lot of fun. Next would be Mr. Big (that I didn’t bother to watch) and then, finally, Gene’s band.

God, I was right in front of him. LITERALLY. This was my view the whole show:

I was SO close from the stage, already at the barrier (is that the right name in english?) It was actually funny, because the first thing he did when he finished the first song was to point at me and say with eyes wide opened: sua bunda é linda! That’s a silly thing he says every time he’s in Brasil. (There’s a video of him saying it on a tv show just for reference). I also had some silly interactions with him, like me motion grabbing his tits and him looking shocked. Honestly, if the show ended like that it would be just fine. I’ve never been this close to someone who’s so important to me, much less recognizing my presence and being silly with me. Hell, I didn’t even care about my letter anymore. It was a kick ass show.

But in the last song (that was obviously Rock n Roll All Night), he started calling a lot of girls on stage. There were some in front of me, between the tiny gap separating the stage from the fans. I guess they were sponsors, photographers or idk, more than VIP. But then he pointed at me and called me!!! What ??!????? It sounds just like a fanfic, unbelievable. And I swear on all my family that I ain’t lying. I crossed that barrier with the help of other people and ran backstage.

To have Gene pointing at YOU and calling YOU to be on stage with him is once in a lifetime. To be ON STAGE, my literal dream and goal in life. What I’ve been working for the past couple of years. To have the chance to give my letter to him and even sing by his side. With Gene fucking Simmons from KISS, my favorite band.

But when I got backstage, they told me that I couldn’t go. “There’s too many girls there.” I was the last one he picked and the only one who didn’t make it. I begged that guy, not from Gene’s production but from the event. I even cried. The securities around me were sorry but if I didn’t leave, their jobs would be on the line. I couldn’t even see the man leave the stage. I couldn’t even see the show end.

I don’t know what I’m supposed to do from now on. There’s nothing to say, no consolation prize, nothing. “But there will be other shows, other opportunities”, that’s the kind of bullshit that I had to hear. No, there won’t be another Gene Simmons in Brasil calling me to be on stage. My life could have been changed forever.

I was never lucky, never won any raffles or had accomplished great achievements in life. In my letter, the first thing I wrote (as cheesy as it is) “If you’re reading this, everything is possible”. I also wrote how KISS literally changed my life when I went on their last tour here in Brasil, how they took me out of a really bad place and made me run after my dreams. It seems silly, part of me feels like an idiot to be that sad. But I just can’t get over this, can’t have any consolation on that. To be always “almost there” but never actually “there”.

Also, this is the poster I wanted to give him:

The quality is crap and I definitely could do better if I had more time. But I gave my all making it.

Sorry for the long post and the crappy sob story. This just happened like 2 hours ago and everything is still fresh. I decided to write this post because I wanted to share my frustration with people who understand that it was a once in a lifetime opportunity.

(Fun fact his pants were tearing up but nobody told him)

#kiss band #kiss army #gene simmons #the demon #gene simmons band #tldr: gene called me on stage #backstage guy said no #lost the opportunity of a lifetime #vent

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orofritokathy · 10 months ago

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Sparring Partner.

Jin/Xiaoyu. Fluff. Post Tekken 8.

My first attempt at a Tekken fanfic and a first fanfic for A WHILE so please be nice:

I don't own any of these characters.

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"A sparring session? From Jin? While he's still recovering from the... You know...?"

Xiaoyu sat on a random table with Panda, Asuka and Alisa discussing that the other night Jin asked his best friend to join him for a sparring session this evening.

"You sure he wasn't still recovering from all the blows he got from his deadbeat devil dad?" Asuka asked.

"I mean could very well be but Jin has always been alert and on his toes and I wish there was a way to say that danger is truly gone." Xiaoyu scratches her head.

"Still, I think you should go and that's when you tell him..." Alisa noted.

"Tell him about what?"

"That there's a super sized edition of the decaffeinated coffee by Ortiz Fa... No, that you've been having the hots for Jin, pigtails!" Asuka smacked the table, almost startling Panda who was enjoying a can of fish.

"Hey, those aren't pigtails and how did you know?!" Xiaoyu protested.

"Where do we begin? You've always been so damn nice to him and stood by his side even when he literally went demonic and started WWIII!" Alisa crossed her arms.

"I just had to help him! I know him better than anyone else!" Xiaoyu passed another can of fish to Panda.

"Rawwwrrr awwwraaaarrr!" Panda answered.

"Oh come on, I don't stare that much at his pecs, Panda!" Xiaoyu groaned as the other girls laughed.

"I've fought demons, like actual demons and was responsible for an actual war yet... How do I kiss a girl?!"

Jin was walking around the panel room where Lars and Victor were listening to the young Kazama's problems.

"You're saying you asked this Xiaoyu lady out without practice?" Victor asked in his french accent.

"I didn't think she'd say yes on the spot!" Jin growled.

"You're not saying that you didn't see that coming? Oh Kazama, your bloodline is full of cunning and smart people, surely you're not an exception...!" Victor shook his head.

"Take that back you greyhaired frog!" Jin hissed when Hwoarang peeked in.

"Who am I high-fiving for insulting Jinbo over here?" Hwoarang grinned.

"This is none of your business, get lost!" Jin crossed his arms.

"You better leave." Lars glared at the Korean rival sternly.

"Alright... I'll leave quietly... AY YO, DEMON BOY IS A VIRGIN!" Hwoarang ran off cackling into the distance before Jin took off.

"Better pray that I don't have any demon genes left, dicknugget!"

Despite Xiaoyu's protests, she appeared at the training dojo looking beautiful and dolled up thanks to Lili and Panda fixing her up (While Asuka insulting Lili's styling tips).

She wore a gorgeous dark pink traditional outfit and a sweet headband. She looked around as she was alone.

"I knew it. It's going to be just a sparring session and I will look like a fool for dressing up too nicely for this... Grrr, once I get my hands on Jin I will..."

"You will what?"

Xiaoyu turned around and saw Jin wearing an all black suit, the top buttons undone and holding out a flower.

"I'm glad I'm not the only one who was freaking out over this." Jin chuckled and handed over the flower to Xiaoyu.

"Thanks... What's going on?" She asked.

Jin took a deep breath.

"The only reason I did not notice your... Advances to me was because I was afraid... Not afraid of feeling wonderful emotions but I was afraid of hurting the one woman that means as much to me as my mother. I saw a lot of her in you but... I was scared of committing the same mistakes as my..." Jin felt a lump on his throat.

"Your father." Xiaoyu added and Jin added.

"The devil gene has done lots of damage but it also saved me in some ways... Yet now with that gone... I'm ready to become a whole new man and I just want to start with... A new move." Jin finished as Xiaoyu looked at him sideways.

"A what?"

"Come on, arms up... Fists on the ready. Defence stance." Jin held up his hands and Xiaoyu shrugged as she obeyed him.

"What kind of a move are you...." Xiaoyu was interrupted by Jin - kissing her on the lips.

It was a gentle yet a passionate kiss, something Xiaoyu has only seen in her favorite romantic movies but did not expect from the usually tough and silent Kazama. She held him close and answered the kiss with the same enthusiasm and need.

"Well...?" Jin asked after their lips parted ways.

"That was... Smooth. Didn't know you had that in you, mister Mean Demon." Xiaoyu teased and Jin just nudged her. "Shut up, Xiao." He chuckled before kissing her again when Panda stumbled in, gazed at the couple before passing out.

"I'll get the fish..." Jin shook his head with a grin...

THE END.

#tekken 8 #tekken #jin kazama x ling xiaoyu #jin x xiaoyu #jin kazama #ling xiaoyu #tekken fanfic

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olderthannetfic · 1 year ago

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As immature as this makes me, I giggled to myself when I saw one person reblogging End OTW Racism posts whose blog title is "Lily Orchard Stan". Lily Orchard is the creator of that Steven Universe Is Awful And Here's Why video and is white but claims to be Native despite not being claimed by a tribe or attempting to learn anything about the Cherokee people simply because she "has the Native gene" aka has black hair. Her most popular fanfic is also a Star Wars sequel trilogy fic where Rey, a white girl, was human trafficked and sold by black slavers, and then Rey falls for one of the slavers' daughters, a black woman who mercilessly murders everyone who crosses her path, doesn't feel guilt, remorse or empathy, and who is so violent and unhinged that when Leia says "your mom human trafficking people was bad, actually" she electrocutes the old woman.

Gee sorry we can't all be as "anti-racist" as people who write black slavers who murder and torture white people. Sorry I can't be as progressive as "and then the merciless black sociopath took over the galaxy and ruled as a benevolent dictator and lived happily ever after". My stories contain zero characters of any race who have assaulted the elderly and been praised for it, actually. Maybe I'm racist against all races. /s

In all seriousness I don't know how someone thinks of themselves as anti-racist while supporting a racefaker with a brownface YouTube avatar who writes black slavers that victimize white people. I know this meme phrase is overused but make it make sense please.

Anything that grants power, even in a limited sphere, will be used by people who want power.

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leavingautumn13 · 2 years ago

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some outfit ref and miscellaneous sketches for my sole survivor, nora navarre (character tag here, and here on my fanfic blog, @new-eyes-extra-colors).

notes and character stuff under the cut

GENERAL

demi/bi romantic, asexual, born in late summer (virgo)

nora is 33 at the beginning of the fic and has been working as a public defender since she graduated law school (she did work as a prosecutor very briefly, but didn't vibe with it and went back to her old job)

she was born in arizona and only moved to massachusetts once she decided to go to college when she was 18. she would like to travel, but never really got the opportunity.

she comes from a mixed indigenous family (specifically, potawatomi/french) and has two younger sisters (gene and grace), is estranged from her mother, and mostly gets updates on her family from her grandmother and aunt

she met her husband (dana) while working as a waitress in college. he was studying to be a doctor at the time. they were friends for several years before becoming a couple

she's very dedicated to her work at the expense of her social life, having only a few friends (and most of them are her husband's). she prefers to stay at home and garden, run, read, bake, or go hiking instead of socializing, and despite working as a lawyer dreads any sort of attention at a gathering.

FASHION SENSE

she wears the vault suit quite a lot out of practicality--it fits well and is durable and easy to wear under things. she typically wears it under a coat, or under a sweater and jeans in colder months. under the suit she wears a tank top and leggings if it's cold.

for casual wear, she prefers dresses with a sweetheart type top, and wears midi dresses or sundresses. around sanctuary, she wears flats or goes barefoot in the summer months.

BODY + SCARS

she keeps her hair very long, only cutting it to trim split ends and keep her fringe a certain length. the fringe is originally from when she styled it into victory rolls before she decided she didn't like them, but did like the way fringe framed her face.

she ran track and cross country in high school and still runs as exercise. she has long, muscular legs and good core strength, but not much upper body strength. once she starts using a rifle her arms become more toned, but she still isn't that strong.

she regularly shaved her legs prewar, but after the vault no longer has the means. it takes some getting used to for her

she wears little jewelry--just gold hoop earrings and her wedding ring. once she's able to retrieve her husband's dog tags, she wears them and his wedding ring as a necklace.

the c-section scar from shaun's birth is the only major scar she had prewar

early to mid story scars: the scar on her upper left arm is from the first time she was shot. it was a 5mm round from a sentry bot which fortunately only got her once. she also has a radiation burn in the shape of a handprint from when a glowing one grabbed her.

late to post story scars: about three quarters of the way through my fic, she's in a vertibird crash and suffers severe burns and shrapnel wounds over the right side of her body, from about mid thigh up to her shoulder. she has some scars on her cheek and neck from this also, as well as a big scar from a piece of metal that cut a chunk out of her cheek. she almost lost her right eye. her leg was also badly broken in the crash, and she underwent a procedure to pin her bones back together, which left surgery scars along the side of her thigh and front of her shin. she has some trouble walking after this, and can no longer run the way she used to. she also wears a knee brace on her right leg.

OTHER

as far as fighting goes, she prefers not to, and tries to end every situation she can as nonviolently as possible. she can't fight hand to hand at all, and prefers to stay far away from enemies and snipe.

the companions she travels with most are nick, piper, preston, deacon, x6-88, and of course dogmeat, but she spends time and is friends with all of them.

#fallout 4 #sole survivor #fallout #fo4 #autumn.oc #autumn.fic #oc: nora navarre #fic: until dawn #autumn.fandom #autumn.art #i am CONSTANTLY forgetting to draw the handprint burn scar because i haven't written that scene yet #it's just notes #augh #feel free to send me asks about her here or over on new-eyes-extra-colors #she's one of my favorite ocs #so fun fact since i just posted some about my courier aces too:#they're distantly related to each other.#i've been kicking around the idea of nora moving back west after everything in boston happens #to try and see if any of her family survived the war or if their descendants are around #and she finds ace. they become friends. happy times all around #aces gets shaun as a nephew and is super stoked about it #every fallout oc i have is a mixed indigenous midwesterner with siblings and a big family bc write what you know i guess #which like. cool but i also don't have to deal with being an american when i write pokemon fanfic lmao #oc: dana #he's mentioned ig #long post

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blackhakumen · 9 months ago

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Mini Fanfic #1186: Jailhouse Bros. (Tekken 8)

5:34 p.m. at Urban Square's Police Station.......

'Sound of a Cell Closing Shut'

Jin: (Sighs While Sitting on One Side of the Long Seat He's Sharing with Hwoarang) I knew I should've kept riding by and ignore you when I still had the chance.....

Hwoarang,: (Lounging Around on the Other Side of the Seat) Don't be such a drama queen, Kazama. I always ended up coming here more times than I can even try to count. You'll get used to your stay eventually.

Jin: (Rolls his Eyes) With you as my cell mate, my doubts are measurable

Hwoarang: (Glares at his Rival) Hey, I am treat to be around! At least compared to your smart ass.

Jin: (Raises an Eyebrow) Is that so? Then, why would a "Treat" like you, go out of your way to help me during the war?

Hwoarang: (Scoffs While Crossing his Arms Together and Turning Away) Isn't it obvious? You were literally the one and only key we have to save the world from pure chaos, so it's no brainer for any of us that we decided to work with you. It seems like you needed the help too considering how out of it you've been feeling lately.

Jin: ('Sigh') You're not completely wrong with that observation. Despite everything, It's honestly a miracle that I was able to pull through till the very end. I don't even think I'd still be here right now if weren't for you and everyone else's help, so.....(Smiles at Hwoarang a Bit) Thanks for that. Truly.

Hwoarang: (Lazily Waves at Jin) Yeah, whatever. Speaking of which.....(Slowly Turns Back to his Rival) How are you feeling now after you fought your old man alone? You didn't really......you know.....

Jin: No. I spared him. Risky move on my part, but I'd rather not continue the cycle of trying to kill one another any longer, no matter how much he deserves it. But on the bright side, neither of us have the Devil Gene anymore, so he probably won't do much other than trying to punch me really hard.

Hwoarang: (Snickers a Bit) I bet he ain't happy about that one bit-

A loud scream of a very long "NOOOO!" Is suddenly heard from outside echoing inside the very police station, ringing both of the boy's ears.

Hwoarang: ............('Clicks Teeth') Case in point. We're never gonna hear the end of it, are we?

Jin: (Rolls his Eyes) Considering how vengefully insane he is, I doubt we'll hear the last from him anytime soon. (Takes a Bit of a Deep Breath) But it's fine. I'll be ready to take on as many times as he wants to fight. I'm through running away from my problems.

Hwoarang: (Simply Nodded with a Small Smile on his Face) Good. (Starts Smirking Now) I'd hate to kick your grumpy ass again.

Jin: (Scoffs While Smirking Back at Hwoarang) Again? Last I checked, I've beaten you twice already. In the ring and on the road.

Hwoarang: Okay, first off, you only gotten lucky on that fight. Let's not sit here and forget that I was molly whopping your ass in the first half of the match, okay? And second, like fucking hell did you beat me in that race! I was on the lead ever since the very moment we started and you know it!

Jin: What I know is that I had far more of a chance of winning it all than you could ever hoped of accomplishing.

Hwoarang: (Went Back to Glaring at Jin) Careful, Kazama. We may be cooped up in this small cell, but you ain't too far off from another kicking session.

Jin: You're more than welcome to try. I'll dodge every. Single. One.

?????: Alright, that's enough outta you two for the night.

The duo turns to see the officer waking by their cell along with an older man with dreads, walking with a cane.

Officer: 'Specially now that you have this gentleman gracious enough to bail both your hides outta here.

Jin: (Instantly Recognizes the Old Man Along with Hwoarang) It's you.

Hwoarang: Old Man Smith!?

Leroy: In the flesh. I ain't the only one here to get you out though.

Leroy's puppy, Sugar, happily sticks her head out on the left side of the cell, letting out a bark, while the person carrying her, Xiaoyu, slowly sticks her head out as well. And yeah......she does NOT look happy in the slightest.

Hwoarang: (Stares at Xiao's Glare Towards him and Jin)............('Clicks Teeth') You know, I don't really mind staying in here for a bit longer actually-(Starts Walking Back ti his Seat)

Jin: (Immediately Grabs Hwoarang by the Back of Gi Collar Before Dragging him Out of the Cell) Come on, before she comes over and kill you in there.

Hwoarang: GAH- Hey!

Moments Later Outside of the Station.......

Xiaoyu: (Walking Out of the Police While Scolding her Two Boys with Her) ('Groans') I can't believe you two! We JUST ended a whole wide war against G Corp and yet here you guys are getting yourselves arrested over a dumb motorcycle race!

Jin: In my defense....(Points at Hwoarang Next to Him) He's the one who challenged me to race him in the first place.

Hwoarang: (Comically Glares at Jin) Oh, so we're snitching now then!? (Angrily Points at Jin) You accepted the damn challenge!

Jin: True. But I wasn't the one trying to kick me in the middle of the road.

Hwoarang: Well, maybe if you weren't hogging my space, I wouldn't hafta kick that much- (Felt Someone Slapping him on the Arm) ('Smack') Ow! (Turns to Xiaoyu) Why did you hit me?

Xiaoyu: (Pouts at Hwoarang) Because, Hwo, you can't go around kicking people you like in public. Especially if one of them happens to be our very own boyfriend!~

Jin: And here I thought you loved me.

Hwoarang: (Turns Back to Jin) Oh shut your trap already, Kazama! You know damn well I still love your ass to pieces! (Turns Away While Pouting and Blushing a Little) You just get on my nerves sometimes.....(Points at Xiaoyu) Same goes for you too, shortie!

Xiaoyu: (Smirks a Bit) Quit getting yourself and Jin into so much trouble and maybe I'll consider getting off of your case for the rest of the year.

Jin: Don't bother, Xiao. (Smirks as Well) Knowing him, it'll only last a few weeks until he ends up back in the slammer.

Xiaoyu: Nah. I'd give him four days tops at most.

Hwoarang: (Comically Glares at His Boyfriend) Hey, have some faith in me at least, you assholes!!

Xiaoyu: Bit what kinda partners we'd be if we didn't give you little hard time?~

Hwoarang: Normal ones maybe!!

Leroy: (Chuckles Lightly While Walking Sugar on a Leash) Those two never gave you an ounce of break, huh boy?

Hwoarang: (Groans While Facepalming Himself) Ohhhh you don't even know the half of it.....But hey, gramps?

Leroy: (Turns to Hwoarang) Hm?

Hwoarang: How's Master been doing in hospital? If you don't me asking.

Leroy: Baek's doing just as fine as he always been. 'Kept asking about you a lot these days, said you need to visit him more. I didn't tell 'em about you getting locked up today, so you don't have to worry on that front.

Hwoarang: ('Sighs in Relief') Thanks, gramps.... The last thing I wanna do is make him have another heart attack.

Xiaoyu: (Starts Gushing Up Over her and Jin's Boyfriend) Awwww~ You're still worried about your dad, Hwo?~

Jin: Guess the Street Punk really does have a heart after all.

Hwoarang: ('Scoffs') Oh piss off. I've always had a heart.

Jin: Then why don't you show it off that often?

Hwoarang: Cuz unlike you nerds, I have an actual reputation to maintain.

Leroy: (Raises an Eyebrow) Of being a hoodlum?

Hwoarang: (Forms a Cocky Smirk) The Strongest Hoodlum that ever lives.

Jin: (Gives Hwoarang a Deadpinned Look Along with Everyone Else) Right....

Xiaoyu: You're impossible sometimes.

Leroy: No wonder why your old man been stressing over you....

Sugar: ('Whimpers')

Hwoarang: (Comically Glares at Everyone) Again! Piss off, all of you!!

@cyber-wildcat

@ma-lemons

@caleb13frede

@albion-93

#tekken #jin kazama #hwoarang #ling xiaoyu #leroy smith #sugar #kazuya (mentioned)#tekken 8 #takes place after hwoarang's ending in 8 #and the good ending of story mode as well #humor #jin x hwoarang x xiaoyu #edited

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demonsfate · 1 month ago

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as much as i love shipping hwoarang x steve, as a jin main i can't help but feel like a loud minority of them seem to really hate jin. i remember someone on this site said like "they clearly get along better than Hwoarang ever did with Jin". like they think jin is a rude bitch who constantly trash talks hwoarang. when jin has shown throughout the series (especially tekken 3-5) he actually gives a fuck about hwoarang. unlike other "edgelord" characters like say sasuke or vergil (especially the former, who is such a jerk bastard that constantly calls naruto and sakura "annoying" and tries to kill them multiple times on his own volition), jin never intentionally hurt hwoarang's feelings or downplay his strength in any way. jin straight up apologizes to hwoarang for breaking a promise in tekken 5, and also says he's busy with family issues at the time. if jin really was a rude person, he would've called hwoarang "an annoying weak nuisance who is nothing compared to him". jin also saved hwoarang's ass in tekken 4 when he was about to get arrested by the military, jin could've easily just left hwoarang behind but he decided to help instead. in his non-canon tag 2 ending, jin clearly enjoys going on a motor bike race with hwoarang. jin also actually smiles when he is around hwoarang too, which means he is happy around him and actually appreciates his friendship with him. the only time jin "tried to kill him" was in tekken 5, when he lost control of his powers and hwoarang got hospitalized. jin is only distant towards hwoarang because of his fucked up family starting shit and his devil gene which he couldn't control at the time. he doesn't want hwoarang to get into the cross fires. it's thanks to tekken 6's existence where jin kazama was OOC as fuck in that game we get takes like this in the community.

like i said earlier i LOVE hwoarang x steve, i enjoy looking at fanart of the two being shipped together and i have so many bookmarks of them as a gay couple on ao3. i wish hwoarang and steve got to interact more often in canon outside of tekken 5 intro, tekken 8, and street fighter x tekken. i love watching hwoarang's character relationship with steve fox. but i get so angry when they hate on jin for "being a stupid kazama/mishima getting in the way" of their ship just like how so many damn SNS/SasuNaru shippers hate on literally every female character in Naruto (I hate both SNS and Sasuke with a burning passion). I enjoy reading HwoSteve fanfic, I just hate seeing my main being basically a victim of yaoi sometimes lol. (T＿T) hope you have a good day, been enjoying your blog so far.

surprisingly i don't care much for the steve x hwoarang ship. i dunno why! maybe due to their lack of interactions outside the stuff you mentioned? (not that that's ever stopped me before haha!) but i do see the potential in it. and well, jin, hwoa, & steve are my brot3.

the funny thing is, outside of tk6 and awful crossovers that were affected by tk6's virus, jin is usually nicer to hwoarang than hwoarang is to jin. usually hwoa tries to instigate jin, much to hwoa's failure. actually, it's not like jin is any "meaner" to hwoa than steve is. in all their official interactions, they tend to fight or insult each other lol.

i find it funny that there's a big belief that kazuya was influenced by the devil gene and is truly a Fine Guy, but when jin was genuinely not in control (devil nearly killing hwoa in tk5) -- everyone still blames jin and uses that as ammo as to why he's truly a Bad Guy lmao.

really and sadly, many shippers tend to hate any one that "potentially gets in the way." i know i used to argue with jinxiao shippers who would go as far as to deny jin & hwoa even being friends just because they can't stand the idea of the "hwoajin" ship getting in the way. even though i'd only say they're friends not lovers -- which is true! they are CANONICALLY friends, it's so silly to deny that.

LOL, can't say i share your hatred of sasuke tho just 'cos i've never watched / read naruto! i probs won't ever just 'cos it's too long for me to hold interest in lol. but thank you! i hope you're having a good day, too.

#✏️ - ᴛʜᴇ ʜᴏsᴛ ᴡɪᴛʜ ᴛʜᴇ ᴍᴏsᴛ // (ooc)#✏️ - ᴡʜᴀᴛ ᴅᴏ ʏᴏᴜ ᴡᴀɴᴛ ? // (inbox)

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ato-catto · 1 year ago

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Hi! I’m so glad you are a fellow trunks appreciator as me and the lack of fanfic is concerning LOL, I wanted to request a NSFW with adult main timeline trunks! it could be regarding whatever you’d like tysm 🥺🥺

I know I said I'm on Hiatus- but I had to write this out. I love me some Trunks~

NSFW/SEX/KISSING/HOT STUFF

There were two sides to Trunks. Each respectively clearly inherited traits from his parents.

On one hand he was all smiles and light conversation, and on the other, he was brooding and dominant- the latter being from his father.

Ironically, growing up, you had a crush on your friends father. Of course it was nothing but a silly adolescent dream, but it helped shape your type as you blossomed into an adult.

Furrowed brows and an irritated glare where EXACTLY the type of thing to get you going- and when Trunks donned these- your thighs sat a little further apart than they normally did.

He stormed into your apartment one evening with a face of thunder, mad about losing a competition with Goten. He flopped down onto your bed and crossed his arms, grumbling about how his best friend most likely cheated and he was clearly the winner.

Ah, there were the Vegeta Genes again.

You laughed and shook your head, which was met by a hard stare from two irritated blue eyes. "It isn't funny!" He protested in his trademark raspy tone.

"It sort of is. You two are adults now, but you're still as competitive as ever." You stifled your chuckles and settled on the bed beside him, crossing your legs neatly.

"We are Saiyans." He sighed, running a hand through his blue hair, then letting it fall back around his face. "It's what we do."

"I know. Your dad's do exactly the same thing." It was always amusing to watch two middle aged men go at eachother.

Trunks gave you a look and that look morphed into a mocking smirk.

"You're competitive too- don't lie. You know you are. I've seen Marron and you go toe to toe trying to look prettier than eachother- which is pointless."

Your eyebrows shot up. Yes- you and Marron had some gentle feminine competition, but nothing as violent as those Saiyans. "Pointless?"

"Yeah, pointless. Because you win flat out every time."

You blinked. "Was that a complement?"

Trunks smirk grew wider. "Mayyyyybe."

You frowned and gave him a soft punch to the upper arm. Why couldn't he just be straight forward?

"Shut up, Trunks. I know I'm not your type. Don't lie just to wind me up."

His smirk dropped and his eyes grew wide. "Wait you think im joking-?"

You look at him with a deadpan expression. You KNEW he was joking. He may have been your type but you were most certainly not his.

He leant closet, his eyes flicking between both of yours.

"You're wrong." He said, his voice suddenly dropping low and quiet.

Woah- why was he looking at you like that... His eyes flicking between yours and then down to your mouth in some kind of tantalising triangle dance.

"Don't fuck around with me." You sigh, pulling away from him.

Your actions were met with a surprised expression from Trunks- his thick brows raised as he slowly realised you truly thought he was just messing with your head. Hadn't he been obvious enough over the last few months?

Trunks had bought you clothes, drinks, held your hand when you guys saw a horror movie in the cinema, checked out your ass when you walked away- wasn't that obvious enough?

He opened his mouth to talk and then shut it again. He pursed his lips and looked rather despondently down at the floral duvet cover that adorned your bed.

Your heart suddenly dropped to your bowels. He wasn't lying.

Trunks couldn't look at you for a moment while he tried to figure out exactly what he wanted to say- but he was better with his fists than he was with his words.

"I-" He started, but still failing to find an appropriate defense.

"You think I'm attractive?" You were totally gobsmacked.

He inhaled slowly and let out the air in a breathy groan. "Well.. yeah."

You could have sworn your heart was visibly beating in your throat. "Oh.."

"Oh." He echoed, watching your face for a reaction.

You swallowed, and avoided his gaze. Now would be a terrible time to mention the 5 year long crush you've had on him, which had only gotten worse with age. He had grown up to be very lean bodied, deep voiced and daring eyed. It made your gut twist.

"How about me?" He asked, breaking the silence.

"You? What about you?" You asked, voice starting to shake. You didn't want to answer this question.

"Do you think I'm attractive? C'mon~ return the complement. " He was trying to lighten the mood, but it wasn't helping the red raising to your cheeks.

"No." You said, trying to keep your voice as emotionless as possible. He almost glared, seeing through your lie.

"That's rude." He pouted.

"It's true." You mumbled, crossing your ankles.

He laid a hand heavily on your thigh, and you jumped at the unexpected contact. "No it isn't."

A blush grew across your face and his smile grew with it. "See? You're blushing."

You grumbled and tried to turn away but his hand on your chin brought it back, and up. His blue eyes sparkled with mischief as he dipped down, rubbing salt in the wound.

He didn't kiss you- not yet. He hovered above your lips in a tantalising dance of warm breaths playing across eachothers cheeks.

You swallowed. This was... too much. But you knew if you pulled away he would just chase you and rub it in more. "Y-you can stop teasing me now, Trunks. I get it.. you're hot, OK?" You admitted sheepishly, eyes flicking between his eyes and lips.

He chuckled, but didnt draw away. "That's exactly what I thought-" he purred, and then hastily pushed his mouth against yours in an obviously desperate fashion that left you gasping for breath. Your world came crashing down and the sky span, your mind becoming muddled.

Your best friend was kissing you. No- Your best friend was tasting you- hungrily pushing his tongue into your mouth and smoothing it along yours. Your heart was pounding hard enough to hear, your hands coming up to push him away in surprise but he didn't let you, holding you firmly in place by your upper arms.

"Trunks-" you muttered against his lips. "Trunks-!!" You repeated insistently, and then he drew back.

"Y-yeah?" He murmered, wiping his damp lips on the back of his hand.

"What-" You didn't have the words. You just wondered 'why'?

He wrinkled his nose. "I like you." He blurted. And that's as much of an explanation as you were going to get before he smashed against you once again, pressing you back and down into the cushioned mattress. Leaving you once again breathless and wordless, only able to whimper in response to his touches. His hands worked away your t-shirt and ghosted up your breasts.

He barely spoke, his mouth pressed on your skin. He couldn't think of anything to say, his mind clouded by finally getting to feel the sensation of your body on his.

When he parted your legs, he paused. Taking himself put of his jeans, he rested the tip against your virgin lips. A little blue tuft of hair sat at the base of his thick member, which twitched as he rubbed it along your slick folds.

You trembled, not ready for him. "Trunks I'm-"

He nodded. He knew already. "So am I.. " His raspy voice grew breathless. He oozed precum from the tip, his excitement growing uncontainable. "I'll be gentle. Promise."

#trunksxreader #trunks #dbz #x reader #thanks for the request!

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wonkyjaw · 7 months ago

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Some TSC things I can’t stop thinking about that I haven’t seen mentioned yet:

Jean (and likely Riko) had no idea the Foxes knew as much as they did… and Jean already thought the Foxes were crazy for keeping Kevin and Neil.

Dealing with Neil over Christmas Break was a “salve for Jean’s sanity” despite how hard Neil made things for them by fighting back and despite having “a longer leash” than Kevin was ever afforded. Despite Zane’s reaction to Neil’s reappearance.

The fact that Kevin knew just from Jean's reaction to him mentioning Neil didn't sign the Raven contract that he and Riko had waterboarded Neil. Like… the implications of that????

Subpoint: Does Neil even realize that’s what happened or has he fully blocked it out??

I can’t tell if I’m just getting older or if Jeremy and Jean’s view of Wymack makes him that much more… compelling.

Jeremy’s POV during the Foxes v Trojans game. The way the Foxes picked Trojans back up so casually endearing them to Jeremy. Just that when they weren’t fighting for their lives, Foxes had time to spare energy on just being kind in a way no one had cared to see before but it’s important to Jeremy. Ugh.

Jeremy used the phrase “duty-bound” more than once to describe things he didn’t want to necessarily do. What the fuck is up with that?

Also, sir, why is your rich white ass hiding from cops. I would like the tea, please.

Renee’s rediscovered simple delights being “butterflies, fresh baked bread, the crunch of leaves on an autumn morning.” And then Jean taking that idea up and consistently listing his own simple delights as he discovered them (it might kill me yet).

“Her love was so tender it looked like grief” (I am going feral what the fuck)

Bee getting Jean to talk to her by pretending to know less than nothing about Exy and after Jean goes off about it she explains she did it because she was curious if he cared enough to explain it to her. That she wasn’t sure if they were at the court for comfort or contrition and the fact that she specifically used the word contrition…

Also the fact that she likely brought up with the goals look like because everyone seems to be under the impression that the goal has a net for some reason? I’ve read so much fanfic, the goal always gets described a hundred different ways, part of me feels like this was Nora’s way of saying “no you’re wrong!” And I laughed really hard when I read it.

Also also, I would kill to know what all Bee knows.

After the Raven game Jean made a list of every time Kevin and Neil got bullied by the Raven backliners and by the end had four full pages of scathing remarks about it. I’m not sure what to read into that, but it has not left my mind since I read it.

All of the background noise when Renee calls Jean and tells him not to watch the news. Glass breaking and yelling, a scene I’ve always wanted was Neil telling (or not) the rest of the Foxes about Riki’s death. So these little insights are so tantalizing. Wait, dear god, is it in the EC?

Jeremy’s conversation with his sister??? How a new scandal was overdue because he should end the way he started??? Neil didn’t give a shit about the Trojans and Jeremy refuses to think about it so now I’m desperate to know what the fuck that meant. Along with the comment about a fall banquet tearing his family apart????

The fact that every time Jean refers to Neil/Kevin/Andrew/Nicky’s room in Fox Tower it is always always just Neil’s room. It’s so funny to me.

Renee gave Jean her cross 😭

Wymack flew with Jean to California only to fly directly back to South Carolina. Jean referred to Wymack as unreal and I so fully agree.

Jeremy’s yo-yo.

The random “fan” calling Jean “Gene Moore” making me realize that there’s a large amount of people who would not know how to pronounce his name and how insufferable that’s going to end up being when he’s forced to handle the media and public more often.

Jean just casually grabbing Jeremy by the chin… more than once.

“You are not them.” Vs. “I won’t be like them. I won’t let you let me be.”

“I’m fine.” Vs. “Accidents happen in scrimmages.”

“Don’t I at least deserve the chance to not be a villain in your story?”

Jean breaking a glass when Cat mentions Laila was going to get him a sex toy. Jeremy making it to the kitchen in record time.

“You are Jean Moreau. Your place is here with me, with us. I’m your captain. You’re my partner.” Vs. “You’re Neil Josten. You’re starting striker for the Palmetto State Foxes. Your father is dead. You are safe.”

#it’s a longer list than I expected but I had to get it out #tsc spoilers #I have 290 something highlights in my copy of this book and it shows

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araminakilla · 2 years ago

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So, today it's the 4th anniversary of the Ducktales episode "Treasure of the Found Lamp!" which means that it's Faris D'jinn birthday. Wo-hoo!

And yes, I'm still keeping the tradition of celebrating it because it's fun and his episode was one of the best. Plus, Zan Owlson made it to the new Darkwing Duck comic as the mayor of St. Canard, so that could mean more minor characters from Dt 2017 could return.

Crossing fingers that in the new DT or DWD media D'jinn and Gene will meet.

Anyway, this time I give to you a fanfic I made after the show ended in the times of... March 2021.

HOLY- it's been that long? Wow

Moving on, since I (for some reason I still don't know) only wrote the middle part and the end of the fanfic, I'm going to give you context of the beggining.

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Basically it's set just after Bradford's defeat.

The main ducks and company encounter D'jinn who seems to be looking for someone. Webby is very curious about how D'jinn was captured by F.O.W.L. since he is a very skilled fighter and because she said "I wish to know" a certain magical brown duck appears and after an impressive presentation, he makes appear a giant screen as it shows how the warrior was captured.

There was no big fight or resistance, just something similar to what happened to Donald and Della in the final episode. He saw baby Jeeves and went "Awww, a baby" before being blasted by the Phantom Blot, knocking him out. Then Rockerduck picked his tiny assistant and Pepper said "that was very easy" as they left the scene.

Everyone was stunned, specially D'jinn. It was after he heard a few mocking laughs coming from the villains that still were there and also realising that EVERYONE who was captured by F.O.W.L. saw it as well (they even got popcorn!) that he became very dismayed and shouted at Gene as to why did he do that.

Just as Gene started to realize what he has done, Lena standed between them and looked like she was ready to defend the genie by fighting Faris.

When Webby and the boys tried to calm the situation, May and June joined Lena and said to D'jinn every bad thing the agents of F.O.W.L. (specially Bradford) told them about him, in front of the recently-free people no less, making some people gasp and some villains nod their heads in approval.

After hearing those horrible things, Faris runs away in shame not for the recent screening of his lame capture, but for the false accusations.

Scrooge and company had to calm down the people and tell them the truth: That a lot of things F.O.W.L. said about them were lies and could not be trusted. Of course the evil agents told the female ducklings many lies about the ones they captured like Gyro, Boyd, Fenton, Penumbra, the Three Caballeros, Storkules, etc.

After things became clear, Gene decides to seach for D'jinn, because the warrior needs an apology and he didn't deserve the way he was treated recently. He finally founds him and that's when the story begins.

In this fanfic, the bond between Gene and his lamp was broken thank to the Phantom Blot's glove and somehow D'jinn knows about the Blot's backstory and that Gene had previous awful masters (I said "somehow" because there was actually an explanation for this but since I wrote this fanfic more than two years ago I can't remember all the details)

Now, after everything was said, let's begin with the story!

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"Hey, there you are!" Said the genie while he appeared behind Faris. "Look, I'm so sorry for what happened. I didn't want to humilliate you, I just..."

"It is fine" said D'jinn in a calm tone "You just wanted to help the friend of the girl who freed you. I am the one who has to apologize"

"Wait... really?" The magical duck said in a confused tone.

"Yes, I should not have scream at you. Is just... I get too intense sometimes you know. Even the Ducks tried to get rid of me the day I arrived in their home"

"Yeaaaaah, maybe destroying things in their living room and saying you will tear their house apart wasn't the best character introduction"

"Wait, how did you know I said that?"

"Oh, it's easy, F.O.W.L. has like hundreds of hidden cameras in the mansion and all Duckburg. That is without mentioning the cameras they have around the world."

"Really?" The warrior asked in disbelief.

The duck made appear an ottoman for two persons and when they sat down, he kept talking.

"Yes, I saw a lot of recordings while imprisioned in the Blot's glove. Seriously, they could make a whole show with the content they have. They have so many Duck tales. But, returning to what you said, I don't think they wanted to get rid of you, they were only a little..."

"Scared, I know" said D'jinn in a worried tone "Like I said before, I get too intense sometimes, I saw how some people in my homeland tried to get away from me when I got too passionate about something."

Gene, was surprised to hear that, so he said in a concerned tone "Tell me more"

The warrior was uncertain for a moment, but then started to talk.

"When I was young, a little wolf kid from my homeland found a scroll I nearly lost at a bazaar and started drawing on it. I took the scroll and called him a thief... in a tone that made me sound very upset. The little one said in tears that he just found it on the ground. Before I could say sorry, his mother came and hug her kid. The father appeared and started screaming that this is the reason of why I do not have a wife or children and that if I ever have them, they will run away from me just like everyone. He said that so loud that all the people there was staring at us. I saw their faces and some of them agreed in silence, others even nodded"

"They just don't know you are very dramatic, that's all" said the duck trying to confort the canine.

"I never saw that wolf family again, but the words of the father appear in my mind everytime I think of having descendants. Sometimes I feel it will never leave. Maybe he is right..." D'jinn said in a resigned tone "And it is the best for everyone if I never become a parent"

"What are you saying!?" Exclaimed Gene while he began to float "The world would a better place if NO... WHEN you become a father.

"But I-"

"Shush my poor, confused arabian warrior and let me finish" the duck said while transforming the canine's mouth into a closed zip. D'jinn was not amused.

"You have to understand that, yes... you are intense, somewhat hot tempered and not prone to smiling but that doesn't define who you really are. Believe me, I had masters who seemed friendly on the outside and were wicked on the inside. Plus there are many aspects that define a character and let me tell you, what I saw about you is extraordinary."

The canine looked up at the Genie while crossing his arms as if saying "Like what?"

"Well for starters, you have a passion for life and journeys, are a great artist, you respect your opponents, are very good at riddles but most importantly... you are a loyal friend and ally, you would do anything to keep your loved ones safe and know family is the greatest treasure of all. Those aspects made you who you are now, Faris D'jinn"

The adventurer looked at Gene with wide eyes. He unzapped his mouth that returned back to normal and said in a quiet, hopeful voice:

"Is that true?"

"Yes, it is! Just look at Donald. The duck has a temper but that doesn't define who he is. He's a great father to the ducklings, a brave adventurer and many other things! Now tell me..." The brown duck began asking "When you said you looked everywhere in the Lost Library for the Phantom Blot to free me... you really mean it?"

"Of course I mean it. You were prisioner of a still grievering man who reflected his loss in the form of hate towards magical creatures. It was just matter of time before he decided to get rid of you."

"I mean, that could have been a very epic and memorable battle."

"Yes, it could" Faris said while nodding "But now that I know what are the reasons behind his awful actions, I wish I could help him. Nobody deserves losing his family and people"

At that moment Gene smiled widely, changed his clothes to a suit, made appear a microphone and gave D'jinn a trophy that has the words "#1 best boy"

"Faris D'jinn ladies and gentlemen" the genie said looking at the 4th wall "the most underrated character of all time!"

To say the warrior was flustered at the duck's words is an understandment.

"Come on Gene, stop it" said D'jinn laughing in an awkward manner. The genie laughed too.

"Um, excuse us... is this a bad moment?"

The pair turned around to see two ducklings with yellow and cian outfits, a tall teenage female duck, a violet sabrewing and their best friend, Webby.

Gene changed back to his original clothes and made the microphone and trophy dissapear.

"We wanted to say sorry" said Lena "I just fought a tall, dark and dramatic man. I guess I'm just wary of that kind of people, but you are different. Webby really admires you"

"Yeah, we are sorry too" said June to the canine "We shouldn't have said those things that F.O.W.L. told us about you"

"After all, those people were going to kill us anyway" said May bitterly "You can't trust the words of supervillians"

"It is fine little ones" said Faris in a friendly and calm voice "No need to say sorry, you wanted to protect Webby. She is so lucky to have you"

"Woah" said June while her eyes were growing bigger and had sparks in them "You are really nice, just like that time you explained your family's story to the Ducks. Webby told us"

"Yes" said May admiring the arabian adventurer too "And you are really good at fighting monsters, aliens and Beagle Boys! ...I mean, we can do that too but not many people can"

"No wonder you have his photo in your big family board" said June while elbowing Webby. The girl with the pink bow nodded happily...

"Wait" said Faris "What family board?"

...before realizing what has been said.

"Nothing!" Exclaimed Webby "Just some information I was collecting from everyone"

"Yeah" said June "Everyone you consider family"

May showed D'jinn a photo she took of the board back in Mcduck's Mansion. "See Mr. D'jinn? You are here in the corner celebrating your birthday, next to you is Amunet"

"I see" said the warrior "But why am I there?"

"Like June said" Lena began to explain "This is a board consisting on people Webby considers family not by blood, but by love. The villains are only there because they are part of her life too... and one of them is my aunt" she said the last part a little ashamed.

"Come on girls" said Webby "It's not like I would LOVE for an amazing and skilled middle eastern warrior with a heart of gold who is very wise about life to be my uncle, because that would be very crazy" she laughed in an awkward manner "...right?"

The canine was a little dissapointed.

"Yeah, right. I guess I should..."

Suddenly he felt someone tug at his turban.

"Dude! That was a trick question! Of course she would love for you to be her honorary uncle!"

"First of all..." said Faris while making a signal with one hand "Stop. Pulling. My. Turban"

The genie was taken aback when he saw the warrior's face and instead of being angry he was very uncomfortable. Then he realized that he was still pulling the piece of clothing. Gene stopped doing it and float away a little.

"Woah! Sorry, sorry. It was not my intention!"

"Alright, and second..." the canine said while kneeling down to be more close to the height of the girls. "Webbigail Vanderquack, do you really want for me to be your uncle?"

"Yes! I do... but only if you want to be part of my family..." the duckling said while playing with her fingers "...but that would mean being in danger if people from other planets come to invade Earth or the possibility of getting kidnapped by another evil organization, so I'm sure the answer is-"

"YES!" D'jinn said looking at Webby with wide, overjoyed eyes while having a big smile on his face. Then he held her, stood up and began to spin with joy "I will be your uncle! It is my greatest honor!"

Webby was surprised, after procesing for a second what the warrior said, she screamed "Oh my gosh, oh my gosh, oh my gosh! YAY!"

May and June hug each other, jumped and screamed in joy like fangirls in a concert while Lena and Violet smiled, looked at each other and made a sisterly fist bump.

Gene was overjoyed too. He began to spin in the air while releasing fireworks.

"I really love the found family trope! Shabooey!"

"This is amazing! First Scrooge is my dad and now you are my uncle! Best. Week. EVER!"

Everyone was having a great time when a very familiar Moonlander ran towards them.

"There you are small Della, other small Dellas, tall Della and purple Della" said Penumbra "your family is looking for you, they are worried you get lost, especialy the old duck"

"We are fine Penny" said Webby now walking towards her "we were talking with D'jinn, he will protect us if anything happens"

"I see" both the moon and earth warriors looked at each other with respect. Penumbra made a warrior greeting "It is an honor to finally meet you, Earth D'jinn"

The mentioned made a similar greeting, being serious like always "The honor is mine, Moon Penumbra"

Both turned around when they heard a muffled laugh coming from the teenager duck.

"Sorry" said Lena "I will be right there" she pointed to the left and walked while muttering "...dorks"

The warriors were quiet for a moment, confused at being called that, then Penumbra broke the silence.

"Now that I found you, I can inform the ducks about your location"

"We will come with you in a moment" said Webby.

"Alright then" said the moonlander while looking at Faris again, exchanging one last look of respect and understandment. Then looked at his left and saw the genie floating, smiling and waving at her.

She did a double take and began muttering to herself while walking away "Ducks can fly? Well, the ducks who don't speak or wear clothes can, but apparently the sentient ones can too? I had to ask Della about that"

The girls began to follow Penumbra, but Webby turned around to see the canine and spoke in arabic:

"(See you soon, uncle)"

"(See you soon dear niece, may Allah bless you in your journey)"

Webby smiled widely. She, May and June squealed while walking to find their family.

"He sounds so good in arabic!" Said June.

"I know right?" Said May "I wish I could speak the language. Sounds very friendly"

Gene nodded "Yep, they are Webby's clones alright"

Before speaking another word, a cough was heard. Both looked down to see the violet sabrewing, who was silent even since the girls came to them, staring at them. Then she spoke in arabic too.

"(Let me guess, you really don't understand social cues while interacting with people and that make them think you are weird)"

"(Now that you mentioned, yes. That is right)"

"(Relatable)"

"(It is?)"

"(Very much)"

"(I am sorry)"

"(Don't worry, I'm fine. My family and friends remind me how everyone is special and different)"

After she said that, she began to follow her sisters. Faris smiled warmly and said:

"You are a very wise girl... what is your name?"

The girl turned around to see the warrior in the eyes, then made a little bow. "My name is Violet Apollonia Sabrewing"

The canine bowed too. "I am Faris D'jinn"

"I know" said the girl with a little smile.

"Violet, come on. We have to get to the Sunchaser" Violet's older sister said while looking at the men one last time "See you soon, oh powerful genie... uncle D'jinn" she said in a tone that the duo couldn't understand if that was sarcasm or not. They even couldn't read her face, which was a combination of happy but mocking at the same time.

"I may be able to answer ever riddle of the world but that is nothing compared to the greatest mystery of them all... teenagers" Faris said giving up.

"Looks like you have five nieces now" said Gene with a grin.

"It is true" the warrior said happy "I am so glad that... wait..." he remembered something the duckling said in her moment of great joy "Webby is the daughter of Scrooge?"

The confused warrior looked at the genie who said "Yes, it's a really long story"

The canine thought for a moment "I have time"

(Moments later)

"What do you mean Webbigail and company were created by F.O.W.L.?"

(Moments later)

"What do you mean that villainous buzzard is the reason the three boys grew up without a mother?"

(Another moment later)

"What do you mean Donald forced his family to live a sitcom reality that was not theirs for days without them being capable of breaking free until somebody figured out things because he was traumatized by the loss of his sibling?

(Yet another moment later)

"What do you mean this was not the only time that happened!?"

"To be fair, I had nothing to do with THAT one."

Faris couldn't process more information and spoke seriously.

"Gene, of many things someone could wish, that was very messed up"

"I know, I know but Donald wanted to do the best for his family"

"It could be the case, but now imagine this. If my Baba was the one who found you and he said "I wish for my son Faris D'jinn to be the doctor I always knew he could become" that would mean having my personality altered and be something I am not for the rest of my days but that would be fine because that is the best for our family" the warrior concluded while crossing his arms.

"Well... now that you put it like that it doesn't sound like a decent thing to do" the genie said ashamed.

"On the other hand..." D'jinn said in a soft tone of voice "Your intentions were always good, I am relieved the ducks found you"

"True, they are good people, even better than Collie Baba" Gene admited "I wish I had more masters like them in the past"

"I lament you had to be with such horrible masters"

"Nah, don't worry. In reality, my ex masters knew they can't mess with me, I can be like the Papyrus of Binding when I get upset" the genie said relaxed "Ever heard of Merlock the Magician?"

"No"

"Good" Gene suddenly said in a very serious, somber tone of voice.

This surprised D'jinn for a second. He began to reach his hand towards his new friend and was going to ask him if he was alright, but then Gene smiled and said with his usual cheerful voice.

"So D'jinn, now that you are free... what are you going to do?"

The warrior thought about that. There were many things he had in mind after almost being wiped out of existence. He finally said:

"If I remember correctly, you said that evil organization has hidden cameras around the world"

"Yep, lots and lots of cameras. They were really a dedicated organization"

"And some agents like the Blot, his most trusted ally, that talkative rooster and the annoying rich duck in white clothes are still somewhere"

"That is correct my dramatic friend"

"Do you know what this means?"

"A lot of material left for possible spin-offs?"

"No I... what are spin-offs?" D'jinn asked confused.

"Oh I wish I could tell you, but I can only make a limited number of Meta references per chapter" Gene said quickly.

"What Meta, what chapter?" Faris said more confused than before. Despite this, he continued speaking about his plan for his next adventure.

"Now that the agents went on their own journeys, that would mean the camera system is weak. We can locate them, learn how many of them are around the world and destroy them"

"I like your plan! This could be its own seri... wait, "we" as in you and me?" The duck said surprised.

"Yes, I said we. Would you do me the honor to be my companion in this new quest?" Faris asked while giving his hand to the duck.

Gene didn't hesitate and hug the warrior tighly.

"Yes! I would love to! Thank you!"

D'jinn was caught by surprise but instead of trying to get out the hug, he wrapped his arms slowly towards the free Gene and smiled. Then he remembered something.

"Wait! You said you have plans of your own. I apologize for forgetting that. I do not want to interfere in your own wishes"

"What? No, it's fine. I really didn't have idea where to go first. All my existence, I had to go where my masters wanted me to go, but now I can decide... and I want to be with you D'jinn"

The friendly and calm words of the brown duck made Faris be... very happy? Ectastic? He couldn't tell. To be someone emotional doesn't mean knowing exactly how you feel all the time.

"But I must tell you" said Gene "when the Phantom Blot separated me from my lamp, I lost many of my powers. I went from phenomenal cosmic powers to not even a quarter of that"

"Are you sure about that?" the warrior asked curious about the limitations of his new partner.

"Yeah, I can no longer create alternative realities or affect someone else's character but..."

"You... tried to do that again to confirm it?" D'jinn asked very worried as to how Gene was sure he couldn't alter personalities anymore.

"What!? No, noooooo. Come on, it's not like I tried to erase everyone's minds to make them forget about your encounter with F.O.W.L. because that would be very bad hehehe... right?"

"You are right my dear friend, it is good thing you didn't try to do that" Faris said relieved.

"That was also a... nevermind" said Gene giving up.

His new companion was a box of surprises and mysteries, not that it was a bad thing. If anything, he loves surprises and was eager to discover more things about him and the world around them.

"I still can teletransport us to any place we want. Just say a place and we will be there in a second"

"Not so fast Gene, we can take the easy way... or we can experience a great journey without using a lot of magic" the canine said while doing dramatic movements.

"Oh yeah, for a moment I forgot who I'm talking to, Mr. LARP"

"Why Larp? Everyone calls me Mr. D'jinn" the warrior said confused.

Was he ever going to understand Gene's references?

"I know, it's just... okayyy moving on" the brown duck said while trying to make things less awkward.

Was he ever going to understand D'jinn's literal thought process?

None of them had the answers for that.

It was just a matter of time, they supposed.

"If we are going to travel, we need to do it in style" Gene said while transforming the ottoman he made moments ago into a really cool looking and fast motorcycle, similar to the one Faris had in his quest for the found lamp.

"Gene this is without a doubt, as most people say these days, really awesome" the canine said while looking in awe at their new way of transportation.

"Thank you buddy" said a very flattered genie "and don't worry. I think everyone is going to forget about that random screening. Besides, nobody has recorded it"

Meanwhile, somewhere in the dunes...

"I got it!" Said a lone dog person with gray fur, goth clothes and a mask that is his connection to a certain group of thieves back in Duckburg.

He was holding a cellphone with an Hades-themed holdcase while looking at the video that he took of the arabian warrior's capture.

"I, Black Arts Beagle, have all recorded in my phone. And in good quality too" he said while laughing in triumph.

"Now I have to get back to Duckburg... somehow" the Beagle thought for a second before snapping his fingers "But of course!"

He then began to chant something and glowed in a magical purple aura. Suddenly he disappeared... only to appear less than five meters to the left.

"Wait what?" The magician said in panic. "What happened to my magic?!"

He only remembers using it to power up his cellphone while he was recording the genie's little movie.

But that couldn't be a reason as to why his powers aren't working anymore, could it?

He tried to use a teletransportation spell only to appear ten meters in the sky and fall in the soft but hot sand, still in the same place.

Aparently it could.

"No no no no NOOOOOOOO" He exclaimed dramaticaly while looking at the sky, powerless.

"How am I supposed to return to civilization?" He wondered in despair. He began to walk in whatever direction could help him find a way to escape this wide and unknow desert.

Suddenly he saw in the distance a very familiar dark figure looking at a floating duck who made appear a really cool looking motorcycle. They were talking about something before deciding to use the vehicle.

"I heard about the original tale but I never saw that movie"

"What!? You didn't see Aladdin in your life?" Gene asked in disbelief "We need to change that"

Black Arts looked at his phone and with the little of magic he had made his artifact invisible as to protect it from the Genie dude and the warrior.

He didn't think it twice, raised his left hand and began to run in their direction.

"Hey, birthday dude! Future father of the century...!"

One brief conversation later, the arabian warrior and the genie were going to travel the world alongside a Master of Dark Arts who was in a sidecar connected to the motorcycle. The three of them were free from F.O.W.L. and ready to began a new journey.

"TO ADVENTURE!"

"SHABOOEY!"

"ANY PLACE WITHOUT MA IS WELCOME!"

FIN

#ducktales #ducktales 2017 #dt 2017 #dt17 #ducktales fanfiction #dt fanfic #faris d'jinn #faris djinn #ducktales djinn #gene the genie #dt gene #ducktales gene #webby vanderquack #may duck #june duck #lena sabrewing #violet sabrewing #dt penumbra #ducktales penumbra #black arts beagle #just had to include all my favorites in this not so little story #it wasn't complete but still is more developed than the Dt x Wandavision fanfic #yes that fanfic exists and is archived somewhere #most likely it will see the light of day in the 5th anniversary of D'jinn birthday #hopefully we will have more news about the Darkwing Duck reboot #missing my dramatic duck parent in purple too #at least we have the comics #i'm so proud of Zan Owlson #the first Dt2017 original character to be outside their media #hopefully we will get more crossovers like this one

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LIVE FAST, DIE YOUNG PT. 1

Word count: 2.2k

Pairing: Austin Butler x oc

Summary: A 19 year old by the name of Austin is pretty much homeless and living in the streets with his friend. He sleeps at a coffee shop every day, a girl gets curious about him. Which sparks a friendship.

Warnings: hard substance is mentioned, dealing, manipulation, physical fights, and blood. Can’t think of anymore.

Tags: none.

Note: I was just randomly writing. Didn’t know how to write the main character so I just chose Butler. Have mercy on me because this is my first fanfic, I didn’t know where to post it but Tumblr seemed like a decent choice. If you have any criticism please tell me. PT. 2

She was sitting at the coffee table. Leaning forward with a chair on the other side of a table. Without saying much, she tilted her head up slightly from the book she was reading.

There he was. A boy around her age that was leaning back in his chair. Completely silent. He was here, every day, the same spot. He wore a black hoodie, it was two times his size, with some baggy sweatpants as well. His head was tilted to the side, head against his fist, elbow on the arm chair with his legs apart. From what she could make out, he had his eyes closed. He was sleeping.

This, wasn’t surprising at all. He was always sleeping at the coffee shop. She was surprised that the owner never kicked him out. He never drank anything, all he’d get were three beignets, sit in the same spot. Every day.

The boy was bruised. She came to the shop to study at 5PM. The boy would come around 5:30PM. He’d push the door open, walk in quietly. Every day it was something new. He either had a bruise across his face, on his eye, or something.

Her eyes moved down to his free hand that was resting on his lap. His slightly tanned skin was bleached with splotches of crimson. He had pins for each finger, and another for his thumb. “You interested in him?” A voice broke her thoughts free from her mind. She looked up, seeing the owner of the coffee shop. He was an old soul with a beer belly, a stubble, and a full batch of metallic hair.

“Yeah,” she couldn’t lie, “you always let him sleep here. I’m sure customers complain.”

“They do.” He didn’t deny it. “But, he’s a good kid. As long as he doesn’t disturb anyone. I don’t mind.”

“Yeah alright Mr. Reed.” She rolled her eyes, looking back at the book below her.

“You should talk to him.” He recommended.

“No, I’m alright.” She didn’t want to bother someone who already looked troubled as is.

—

The same routine. The door chimed, but her eyes remained on the pages of the book. She could see a shadow suddenly cast over her book. Blinking, she looked up. Seeing the sleeping boy. “Heard you talk about me with Mr. Reed.” She was blinking repetitively. Amazed that he had heard them. Not only that, but now that he was closer. She could see his face more clearly. A few tufts of blonde hair poked out the hood he wore. His eyes were a very light shade of grey. But they looked gentle, his nose was masculine, a good bridge but slightly crooked as if it had been broken. A V shaped face, as well.

Her brow perked. Blessed with genes, I see. She thought to herself. In response to her, he wrinkled his face. A look of pure disgust. “You want something?”

“Oh,” she cleared her throat, “yeah, I was talking about you.”

“Does my sleeping bother you.” His voice was surprisingly calm. He eyes looked sleepy as he asked that.

“No.” She claimed firmly. “I just wonder if anyone wants to sit there.” She rasped when flicking her head to the table in the corner. He looked at the table that sat at the corner of the shop. Looking back at her, he walked to the chair in front of her table. Pulling it to him so he could sit. “Hey- what’re you—“

“If someone wants to sit there cool.” He had a laid back tone. “We can share this table. So someone can have it.” He murmured, crossing his arms over his chest. His head tilted back, and in a minute he was asleep.

She stared in amazement. Holy shit, he really doesn’t care. Giggling to herself, she turned the page to her book, reading it.

—

10PM… and he’s still asleep. The coffee shop was to close soon. 10:30PM. She sat for another 20 minutes, seeing Mr. Reed walk out from the back of the coffee shop. She watched as he scoped his surroundings. Then spotted the couple, walking over. “Why’re you still here Aurilia?”

“I can’t leave him alone, I’d feel bad for walking out on him.”

Mr. Reed gave an understanding nod. He turned to look at the boy, gently laying his head on the hood. Suddenly violently throwing the hood off, revealing his blonde locks. She raised her brows, in spite of his bruised face, his hair was beautiful. Golden locks. It was messy but it looked good on him, he had wavy hair. It was short and curled towards his ears. It looked like he was growing a soft mullet but with a full batch of hair. Not to mention his left ear was pierced, coincidentally his left hand had the five pins.

“Hm?” A soft hum left his lips as he lazily opened his eyes. Straightening his posture. “Hey Reed.”

“It’s ten-thirty, Austin. You also got Aurilia waiting on you. And she always leaves at seven.” Mr. Reed scolded.

“Yes sir, I apologize.” He dipped his head in apologies. Getting off the chair, he turned to look at Aurilia who was already packing her things. Reed side eyed Austin, pat his back harshly then walked to the rest of the workers. Austin glanced back at Reed, then Aurilia. “I’ll walk you home.” He promised. She didn’t attest to this, just simply grabbed her backpack and nodded affirmably.

Holding the door open for her, she walked out. He slid his right hand in his pocket, falling to her side. “You have a good nap?” She piped up.

“Yeah.”

“That’s good.” She glanced at him after, looking at his left hand with all the pins. “What happened to your hand.”

“Oh nothing. Just a fight.” He brushed it off. She looked at his left hand further, seeing how it was covered in scars.

“Right…” she muttered. “I always see you at campus by the way. But you’re always alone.” Aurilia would study at the library as well. Every time she went to the back of the library, Austin would be there. Leaning back and sleeping like usual.

There was a few moments of silence. “I’m friends with Nik.” He suddenly said. His left hand coming up to his hair so he could brush it back, only to have it staying in place. “Midnight is when we hangout though. Probably why you don’t see us.” Who the hell is Nik? Aurilia blinked. Austin side eyed her, sensing her confusion. “Nik is the tallest kid at campus.”

The tallest kid in campus was someone who was 6’8” a giant. “And your height?”

“Six one. You.”

“Five ten.”

“Nice.” It was a genuine compliment.

The rest of the walk was met with silence. By the end, Aurilia had turned to Austin to ask him something. She admired his face for a moment. He was indeed blessed with genes. He stood there, right hand in pocket. “You should come in. Get some water. Maybe a cookie too. If you want.”

Austin pulled his phone out the pocket to check the time. “Five minutes.” Hand back in pocket, he had walked to her. Where she held the door open for him to walk in the dorm.

—

Austin walked beside Nik. Who had a cigarette in his mouth. Hands in his pockets as they walked side by side. Nik and Austin were both close friends. Having known each other for over a whole decade. They met when they were 8. Now they were both 19.

Nik’s hands were bruised. His knuckles cut from previous fights. Austin’s pins had been removed, just last week. And he had gotten closer to Aurilia, meeting her at the same time every day, walking her home, then meeting up with Nik.

Nik skipped forward, his towering figure loomed over Austin in the dark. They had been walking through the fairly empty park. “Wanna go?” Nik, who had a cigarette in his mouth seemed excited.

Austin knew what that meant. They’d go at it. And he gave a nod. Taking one last drag and flicking the cigarette away, Nik flew to Austin. Hooking both arms around his waist, Austin grabbed at Nik, trying to push him away. Getting picked off the ground, Austin’s back slammed on the cement floor.

Getting on his knees, he grabbed at Nik’s legs. Which he had fallen, and they struggled on the ground. Austin was much smaller than Nik, and he tried his best to crawl onto Nik. Putting his leg over him, Austin was able to get on. Balling up his hand, he violently hit his best friend. Another hit to Nik’s face, both were flailing their arms at each other.

Feeling as if he had no choice, he slammed his head against Austin’s jaw. Recoiling back, he was kicked off. Recollecting himself quickly, he felt a knee to his jaw. Austin sprawled back, already bleeding. In fact, both were bleeding already. Their knuckles were already cut up as well, just from the few punches they kept throwing.

Finally Austin landed on top of Nik, blood was drooling out of his mouth. He spat it out onto his friends face, who shoved Austin away. Wiping it off with his hand.

Austin scrambled to his feet, breathing heavily and hooking his arms underneath Nik’s armpits. He pulled his friend onto his feet, his friend was struggling with standing. For all Austin knew, this guy was seeing stars. Austin’s shaky hand went to reach into Nik’s right pocket, pulling out a box of camel unfiltered as well as a box of matches. Popping a cigarette into his mouth, he lit it ablaze then handed it to Nik. Who gladly took it to smoke.

“We should go see Al.” Austin muttered, Nik gave a nod of agreement.

—

Opening the door to the bar. They both made their way in, Nik puffing down on his third cigarette. Austin turned to the right, seeing the basement door. He opened it, greeted with one flight of stairs. He walked down with Nik lazily following behind.

Austin could see Al, he had been sitting on a box. His arms were crossed. He had dirty blonde hair but pale skin, with blue eyes. His brother, Keith, was the opposite. Keith, who stood behind Al, had black hair with brown eyes. He unlike his brother was tanned.

Keith slapped Al’s back quickly pointing to Austin. Al lazily looked up, but his eyes brightened when he saw the pair. “Hey little man.” Al greeted as Austin stood in front of them. Austin, was their little brother.

Austin, Al, and Keith all had the same father. But different mothers. But unfortunately Keith and Al’s mothers had abandoned them, so Austin’s mother had taken them in until she passed from an accident.

Austin reached in his pocket, throwing out a bundle of cash that was at least 300 dollars. The same went for Nik, but his bundle had 200 bucks. The bundles were made of ones, fives, and twenties mainly. “I sold the three pounds just like you asked. Ten bucks per ounce.”

“It’s only been two days.” Al looked at the cash.

“Drugs sell.” Nik said. Al split the money between them. Like usual, Austin and Nik kept 100, his brothers kept the rest. Al reached into the pocket of his flannel, a pill bottle filled with small white bags. Austin and Nik reached their hands out, allowing for Al to place them in their palms.

“Five bucks per bag.” Al instructed them.

“These are hard drugs,” Austin knew what these bags were. Al had been talking about selling heroin, “you sure?”

“Austin,” Al was staring at him. Austin knew what that meant and he gave a nod. Turning around he could see the others, they were all moving quickly. Al could see Austin’s confusion. “They’re making soap.”

“Soap?”

“To sell. Soap sells.” Keith said a-matter-of-factly.

“Word.” Austin shoved the bottle into his pocket. Nik did the same and they both turned their backs on them. Both walking out of the bar, Nik flicked his cigarette away, already getting another one.

“How we gonna sell these.” Nik asked with sheepish shoulders and lazy eyes. Austin looked at Nik as he lit another unfiltered. Austin stood there for a moment, thinking to himself.

At the same time his phone rang. Without thinking Austin took the call. “Hello,”

“Austinn.” A feminine voice filled his ears. He knew who it was.

“Lia,” he said her nickname, “you okay?” The background noise was loud. He could hear shouting, as well as loud music mixed in.

“No.” She said frankly. “I’m drunk, and I.. need to walk back to campus.” She was already slurring her words.

“Yeah.”

“Could you come and pick me up?” She asked in a soft tone.

Austin glanced at Nik who was taking a long drag. Blowing the smoke away from Austin’s face. “Where you at.” He had a low tone. She told him everything he needed to know. Nik who was dozing off, grabbed yet another cigarette, lighting it with a match, puffed a few times, then a light drag. “Nik,”

“Eh?” He turned to face his best friend Austin.

“We found some customers.”

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