#fanfic idea i'm working on

[knifknighted]

ROTTMNT x 2012 TMNT AU idea that has been rattling around in my head. Have a snippet of what I’m working on and some art.

(Mikey is slightly nonverbal—like he only talks around people he’s comfortable with. Soooo only Karai for now)

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Now Karai has made it an unspoken rule to be wary of any turtle she comes across. Sure Leo was usually chill, however, the others were a different story. They were more of a fight-first, ask-questions-later kind of group. Thus the rule. She rarely had to enact the rule, usually it took the form of taking a few more precautions than she normally would. No amount of preparations could have prepared her for stumbling across a teeny weeny little turtle.

He was so cute with his big round eyes and yellow spots. The kid did not really look like the ones Karai was used to seeing; the biggest tip-off was the shell poking out the collar of his nauseating orange shirt. The poor thing looked close to tears as he pressed himself against the grimy alley wall.

So Karai did what any normal person would do—figure out where this little tot’s home was. Kneeling so she would not look too threatening, she spoke as gently as she could manage, “Who do you belong to?”

The kid chewed on the collar of his shirt, his voice scratchy from crying. “Gram-Gram.”

“Where’s your Gram?” She asked, noting that he did not appear to be one of Splinter’s. Karai blinked wildly as the kid pointed at her. “I think you’ve got me confused, I’m not your Gram, kiddo.”

The way his lip wobbled gave her pause, he was so pathetically sad-looking. With a deep sigh, she relented. “Fine—whatever.”

The kid surged forward, and Karai’s instinctive urge to fight kicked into full gear before she tamped it down. It would be horrible if she punted a child, turtle or not. Little arms wrapped around her shoulders squeezing with a surprising grip.

“What’s your name?” Karai murmured, awkwardly, patting the kid’s shell.

“Orange!”

“Of course it is,” She sighed for the umpteenth time, thumbing at his oversized orange shirt.

Letting the kid hold her had not been an issue at first, but now Karai had a major problem, Orange just would not leave her alone. His surprisingly strong arms encircled her leg when she tried to take a step back. Orange’s face pressed into her thigh guard, his cheeks puffed into an insolent pout.

“Let go kid!”

“No, you left.”

Karai grumbled to herself, pinching the bridge of her nose. “At least let me use my legs.”

“No left?”

“I won't leave,” Karai promised.

“Pinkie?” Orange mumbled, offering a little finger up to her—it was not even the right finger.

With a sigh Karai wound her pinkie around his; he cheered and finally let go of her leg. Despite everything inside of her wanting to leave, she did not. Her feet remained planted on the ground as Orange took her hand into his.

He smiled up at her as he asked, “Where go Gram-Gram?”

Karai sighed to herself once more, her patrol was thoroughly screwed.

He so round.

Karai: I just found him, but if anything happens to him I’m going to kill everyone in this room and then myself

Orange: Churr?

[starry-bi-sky]

Blood Blossom Au: Baby's First Commissioner Meeting :)

TL:DR This Post: Danny (orphan) gets poisoned with blood blossom extract by Vlad. He runs away from him and ends up under the care of one Pre-Robin Battinson Batman! Starry is loudly pushing her batdad agenda.

(Also known as "Late At Night, When The Nightingale Sings" on my ao3!)

This was a fun rough idea I've been sitting on for weeks, thinking about how Commissioner Gordon and Nightingale's first meeting might go.

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Commissioner Gordon likes to think that he's adjusting to the new normal of Gotham very well, -- the new normal being grown men running around dressed like bats, in military-grade strength body armor, committing acts of vigilantism, -- and slowly, little by little, he was no longer being surprised when this new normal pops up out of the shadows like the world's most terrifying daisy. His shaving lifespan thanks him for it.

....

The kid is a surprise though.

Granted, he seemed to be a surprise to the Bat too.

There's been a string of murders lately, -- which, in Gotham, is kind of like saying there's been another storm during monsoon season. And there's just been another; in some dilapidated building down in south Gotham, with the broken, boarded-up windows and mildew-crawling walls to match. The victim is a man in his thirties, multiple gunshot wounds to the chest, left in the center of the room for the blood to pool out around him.

The place is already secured when he arrives, the building swarmed with officers and the forensic detectives. The Bat emerges shortly after he does -- or, he might've been here the whole time, hiding someplace dark and shadowy. For his own sanity, Gordon doesn't think about it too hard.

The kid is a surprise, and he appears like a bolt of lightning.

He shows up in the middle of a conversation Gordon is having with the Bat.

A whistle, sharp and loud, slicing through the air, meant for open air rather than a confined space. Gordon's ears pierce and protest the sound, and the solemn, murmured chatter floating through the room abruptly cuts off like the swing of a gavel. As he turns towards the sound -- as they all do -- he swears, up and down, that he sees Batman's shoulders jump, just slightly.

At the source, perched on the window, is a boy. A boy in a gray-blue scarf and an oversized black hoodie, one that hangs off his frame and has ace bandages wrapped around the wrists in some attempt to cinch the sleeves. The hood is up, big like the rest of it, and threatens to swallow the upper half of the boy's face whole in the fabric. What upper half Gordon can see, is smeared with some kind of opaque, black face paint. He's holding onto the side of the frame with one hand, on his hip is a grappling hook. A familiar grappling hook.

Gordon has multiple questions, and his officers tense up.

Martinez puffs up, brows furrowing as his face shapes into a frown. Shoulders rolling back. "You can't be here, kid--"

The reaction is immediate, like a spark to gunpowder, the boy yanks his fingers from his mouth and his mouth twists into a scowl. Head snapping over to Officer Martinez, his hood manages to stay on but Gordon swears that as he bares his teeth, the glint makes them look sharper than they should be. His voice is rasp and quiet and harsh; snappish in its hissing; "Put a fuckin sock in it, Martinez. I'm not stayin."

Martinez reels back, and the boy immediately veers his attention off him. Like a switch, his demeanor drops. Despite half his face being covered, his mouth twists into a cringing, apologetic smile. Slanted and off-beat, embarrassed. It'd be disarming if this wasn't Gotham, and if he didn't just hiss at Martinez like he was about to bite his head off.

"Sorry." He whispers, voice deceptively polite and softer now. Gordon has to strain his ears to hear him. "I was looking for him."

He points his finger towards-- Gordon? No, Gordon follows the direction, and finds himself looking at -- the Bat.

The Bat, who always looks stiff as a pole, now looks even stiffer. Somehow. Well, the explains the grappling hook attached to the boy's waist.

"What are you doing here?" The Bat says, gruff and unable to completely smother the stumble of surprise in his tone.

The boy still holds a sheepish smile, and slips off the window ledge. His feet hit the creaky boards with a near-silent thud, the Batman finds his feet and rapidly begins crossing the room.

Gordon notes the slight tremble in the boy's legs as he straightens. He adjusts his scarf, which droops close to his knees now that he's standing, and slings a backpack -- how long has had that? -- off his shoulders. When the Bat reaches his side, he does as he always does, and looms over the boy like a spectre. A threatening mass of shadows cloaked in all-consuming black. Standing next to him, the boy looks teeny in comparison.

The Bat is a man who terrifies even the most hardened criminals, Gordon has seen grown men shiver in fear at the mention of his name. And yet when the boy looks up at him, he doesn't even flinch.

Instead, his sheepish smile melts away like ice under the sun, holding only traces of his previous embarrassment. It remains as a shadow on his face, a small upturn at the corners of his mouth. The boy pushes his hood back just enough to reveal glinting, ice-flint eyes surrounded in tar-black face paint. He holds the backpack up with one arm. "You forgot this."

[beastsovrevelation]

Captured Angel

Michael Langdon x F!Angel!Reader

Contains: vaginal sex, vaginal fingering, elements of coercion, implied loss of virginity, blasphemy, hierophilia

“Good, you’re awake.”

A chill ran down your spine. You had awakened in an unfamiliar room. Your head ached, your wings hung limp, and your limbs were heavy. The air was soaked to the last thread in malice. It made you nauseous. Gritting your teeth, you dragged yourself up, your mind aflame with a single thought – you had to get out. You looked around, but before you could spot a way of escape, you felt a presence. Dark... Darker than the blackest night. Your heart froze in your chest, a taste of iron suddenly coating your tongue. Though you had not seen his face, you could recognize him anywhere. Seven heads. Ten horns. His honeyed voice left a cold, oily trace on your very soul as he spoke. You drew a deep breath, and spun around, to meet a pair of piercing blue eyes.

His lips crooked into a smirk. Holding your gaze, he moved towards you. You drew back.   

“Get away from me, filthy Beast...” you snarled.

Deep down, you loathed yourself for the instinctive reaction. You were a soldier. You had a duty to stand your ground, and instead, you cowered. He promptly crossed the gap between you two.

“Ah-ah!” he scolded, clasping your chin “That’s not very nice, now, is it?..”

You grimaced. Michael Langdon. How ironic, for Satan’s son to bear your General’s name. The one who cast him out... You hoped it hurt the Evil One greatly. Michael caressed your cheek. You winced, and pushed his hand away. Sneering, he grabbed you by the throat.  

“Why am I here?” you hissed through gritted teeth.

He glanced down at your heaving chest.

“You’re my captive” he purred “Isn’t it obvious?”

You swallowed. Struggling would only worsen your chances, you knew as much. His gaze darkened with hunger as he watched you – like a wolf, salivating at a wounded deer. Your guts had coiled into a tight knot, a sickly sweet taste coating your mouth.

“Why didn’t your bootlickers kill me?” you asked, not quite certain if you wished to know the answer.

A chuckle escaped his lips. The Antichrist’s lecherous expression made your blood boil. How dare the abomination touch an angel of the Lord, you thought. A strange sensation was budding between your legs, but you pointedly ignored it, just as you ignored the feeling of unease clawing at the back of your skull.   

“That would’ve been a waste...” Michael tilted his head “They thought a gift would please me. They weren’t wrong...”

You snarled, attempting to pull away.

“Get your putrid hands off me!”

He tightened his grip on your neck.

“Hush” he coaxed in a mockingly gentle voice “I’m not going to hurt you, angel.”

���Vile creature...” you spat.

He pulled you closer. You bared your teeth, as your face almost crashed into his. Though you did not need air, the pressure on your throat was beginning to make you dizzy. Every nerve in your body screamed to fight - your muscles   had tensed, prepared for combat. You might have broken away. Escaped this unholy place. You should have at least tried... But, perhaps because of the mist gathering over your mind, your legs trembled underneath you. You found yourself staring at his mouth. His breath brushed against your skin, warm and silken. Your pulse leapt into a frenzy.

Michael snuck his other hand under your clothes. The captors had stripped you of your armour, and taken away your sword, leaving only your linen tunic to cover you. His fingertips caressed your thigh, slowly creeping upwards. You held your breath as you felt him part the soft folds of your skin.

You had never been fondled like this before. Carnal pleasure was forbidden for your kind. You should be disgusted, you understood as much. Still, the electric-like impulse roused by his touch paralyzed you, preventing you from breaking his arm.

He stroked your entrance. You stifled a gasp, your intimate muscles tightened in anticipation. Your hole was beginning to well with slick. Taking your lack of resistance for a welcome, he slipped two fingers inside you. The feeling of his skin against your sensitive membrane made your head spin, and you barely held back from bucking your hips into his hand.

He let go of your neck, only to wrap his arm around your waist. Keeping you steady, he spread his fingers wider, straining you until it hurt. You shuddered. He massaged the velvety walls of your flesh, driving you to the edge of madness. Aware of how much satisfaction hearing your cries would give him, you clenched your jaw. His skin grazed against a certain knot of nerves, and you nearly sunk to the ground as your legs buckled from the bolt of stimulation. Still, somehow, you did not make a sound.

It only made Michael more determined. He fixated on your sweet spot, leaving you to desperately clutch the lapels of his jacket. His mouth lingered but a thread away from yours - you felt his heartbeat echo against your rib cage. He narrowed his eyes, and pressed his thumb to your clit. Overwhelmed, you drew a sharp breath.

“Enjoying yourself, aren’t you?..” he teased “What is it, my dear? What do you want, hm?”

He pushed a third finger into your dripping slit. You whined in pleasure muddled with despair.

“Speak up, angel” he demanded.

Virtue be damned. Something tameless had infected you. Caught in the furor of sin, you eagerly cast your innocence aflame.

“I...” you stammered “I want... I need you to ravish me...”

Michael threw you onto the bed, and climbed on top of you. Laying flat on your back, your wings sprawled open, you looked up at him, your eyes sweetly half-lidded. His knee shoved between your thighs, he ripped the front of your tunic open. You sighed as cold air brushed against your nipples. He placed his hands on your breasts, savouring the softness of your bare skin. His eyes aflame with lust, he took a moment to admire your flushed, helpless body. Biting your bottom lip, you pushed your chest into his touch. He grabbed you by the throat again.

“You’re mine” he snarled “Mine alone...”

Against your better judgement, you nodded. Your gaze wandered down to his crotch, causing your mouth to immediately water. Michael’s lips crooked into a sleazy smirk. He unbuckled his pants, and slipped his underwear down. Your eyes widened as his hard cock sprung free. Large, but not obscenely so. You pulled the skirt of your tunic up, leaving your aching cunt at his mercy.

He pinned you down under his full weight. You wrapped your arms around him, savouring the feel of luxurious fabric under your fingers. Like an animal in heat, you craved to feel him inside. His eyes locked with yours, Michael clasped your leg, and positioned himself more comfortably. You blindly caught hold of his member, helping guide it into your hole.

Your heart skipped a beat – you let out a moan as your membranes clamped around him. Hardly giving you a moment to adjust, he began to move. The sudden strain roused a twinge, but it soon was obscured by shattering pleasure. No longer holding back your mewls and whimpers, you sank your nails into his back. Should the expensive suit get ruined, it will be his fault.

Michael groaned, his teeth bared in primal satisfaction. Your response only encouraged him, and he quickly picked up the pace. Each thrust sent a shattering wave of pleasure through your fevered nerves. You wrapped your legs around his waist, welcoming them. He traced the tip of his tongue over your neck. You hissed as his long hair tickled you, overwhelming your senses even more. He purred, and nipped at your jaw.

“Kiss me” you demanded.

He obeyed, leaning down to press his mouth against yours. You parted your lips for him, and allowed your tongues to battle for dominance.

“Say my name” he ordered, upon pulling away.

“I can’t...” you gasped in horror.

“Your general isn’t here...” he growled “It’s just you and me...” he pressed his face to your temple “Say my name, sweetheart. Show the Beast how much you’re enjoying your downfall.”

He pulled his cock almost all the was out, then slammed it back in, roughly grazing your sweet spot. Your cried out, and sank your fingers into his hair. You didn’t want to think about her. You loathed to imagine her disappointment in you. But his presence eclipsed her face. Drowned it in the storm of ecstasy ravaging you.

“Michael!”

“Good girl” he praised with a grin.

Shock after shock of ecstasy tore through your body, setting every cell of it aflame. Your forehead was laced in sweat. Your muscles quivered from the tension. You were close. Very close. Turned feral by the pleasure, he grabbed you by the wrists, thrusting into you with merciless force.

“Michael...” you moaned.

You couldn’t stand it anymore. You arched your back, trembling and convulsing as a scream escaped your throat. Michael threw his head back with a snarl. You had grown painfully tight around him, prompting him to reach his own release. You felt him spill inside you – it was the strangest, most pleasant sensation  you had ever experienced.

You collapsed into the pillows, limp and gasping for breath. He slumped down on top of you. For a moment, you allowed yourself to soak in the glowing haze of bliss. But, just when he had crept off of you, and was about to pull you into his arms, you leapt up. Using his surprise for your advantage, you climbed onto him – this time, you were the one to pin him down. You caught his gaze, and drew a dagger from underneath your ruined tunic. Afraid to molest their master’s gift, the devil worshippers had missed it.

“You will find the men who captured me, crucify them, and bleed them like pigs” you growled, pressing the blade against his throat “Do you understand me, Antichrist?”

A drop of blood sept from under the metal, glowing against his milky skin in a warning.

“Yes” he murmured, as his eyes blazed with adoration.

[screwpinecaprice]

Kofi commissioned by anonymous!

I don't think this AU is out there right now, but their concept was that Connie was given a task to investigate some deep gem history stuff, and the story will have multiple outcomes depending on which tactic she chose. This is related to a Teal Indicolite ending it appears.

[tea-cat-arts]

I simply think this fandom doesn't give Wei Wuxian enough credit for the various ways in which he saved Lan Wangji

[youchangedmedestiel]

Friend: What are you doing right now?

Me: I have a lot of projects.

Friend: Oh so cool, what are those? New job, new business, new home, new relationship?

Me: Ok, I have a lot of SPN/Destiel projects.

[babychosen]

save a horse (ride a cowboy)

8pm, Friday. Red dress. Booth near the end of the bar, by the dart board.

She forgot how demanding the text felt, but it had only encouraged her to want to show up even more.

[the-raindeer-king]

Not done yet actually

Nikolai I wholeheartedly believe is the kind of partner to 'barter' for things.

You want him to pick up something on the way home? He's expecting a hug as soon as he gets through the door.

You need his help getting something off the shelf? Kiss first.

You want him to make food? Say 'I love you'. No, no. Not in English, in Russian. He says it often, you should know it, here, he'll sound it out.

Payment is payment, and the economy would just crumble in his home if he doesn't get his monthly pay of affection, so get over here and hug him tight.

Can be bribed to hand over $$$ if you sit in his lap and let him hold onto you, maybe a lil make out happens, maybe a lot of squeezing bc proponent of cuteness aggression is Nikolai so have fun -🐾

OH MY GOD 😭 THIS IS SO CUTE

Yes. 100% yes.

There's a trade system for everything, but none of it is ever the same because it changes depending on what Nikolai wants. A task that cost you a kiss yesterday will cost you cuddles today.

Why? Because Nikolai said so.

Bigger tasks require bigger payment, too. You want cash? Better come sit in his lap, милая. Let him hold you for a little while. You ask him to take you shopping? The trade off there is that he gets to pick some of the clothes.

He absolutely loves when you start doing the same to him too. Like he asks if you can make him a cup of coffee, and you demand a kiss in return. Might as well just propose right then and there. You're picking up his silly habits. You're his forever. No take backs.

[veliseraptor]

the situation:

desire to write fanfiction: present

actual creative energy or drive: not

[obsessivejelbear22]

"It matters a lot... to me."

"Me too."

Its been a year since the battle against the blood thirsty Startouch titan named Aravos. Everything has changed for the better and Evrkynd has been growing day after day, but there's still a long way to go.

Soren and Corvus, after working all day long, decide to take a break at the newly built ramparts, taking in the new gorgeous view Evrkynd has to offer.

"Alright..." Says Corvus.

"...I'll have to admit, this view is extraordinary"

"Yeah..." Says Soren as he leans against the stone wall, gazing at Corvus.

"it is"

Corvus looks back at him and smiles. He notices the glint in his ocean blue eyes, he stares at them for a awhile, their expression seems... genuine.

"You're clearly enjoying the view" Corvus, finally breaking the silence.

"Huh? Oh... I uh- I" Soren blurts out, his face turning a bit red as he rubs the back of his neck, barely holding it together.

Corvus laughs a little.

"Still, as beautiful as this view is, I'll miss the old one"

Corvus look back onto the horizon, the sun is almost setting, it perfectly lights up the trees in the distance, all the tree colors combined makes it look surreal and magical. Its unlike anything he's ever seen. its beautiful, just like the man next to him.

"Yeah.." Soren looks at the breathtaking view, then at Corvus once again, he can't quite grasp how beautiful a person can be, he's in awe.

Soren clears his throat.

"Uh Corvus?"

"Yeah?" Corvus looks up at him.

"I think...." He once again doesn't have the words, perhaps this isn't the right time.

Corvus stands up straight and fully faces him, awaiting his next words.

"I think... we're due for an outfit change, no?"

Corvus expression is a bit surprised, perhaps it wasn't what he expected to hear.

"You think so?"

"I mean, yeah! They are pretty worn out"

Corvus thinks for a bit.

"Alright then, shall we?"

Soren's expression lights up. They start walking together, discussing ideas for their new outfits.

[knifknighted]

Okay, so a little Dragon Ball Au thing that I'm thinking up.

Premise: Instead of Nappa someone else is put in charge of Prince Vegeta. Enter you, Vegeta's older cousin that was put in charge of the little rascal.

You keep Tarble from getting sent away

When Planet Vegeta gets blown up you have to take care of three little Saiyans

You have to teach them about Saiyan things and keep them alive

Bonding sessions in Oozaru form T-T

Raditz being an angry little fella

You help Raditz train because he doesn't like being the weakest

Pacifist Tarble, who isn't shamed for not wanting to fight

Vegeta growing up with a role model that doesn't have Saiyan^TM toxicity

You adopt all three of them (BECAUSE I SAY SO!!!!!!!!!)

PARENTAL FIGURE READER

I've got some parts of this already written because I love this so much and it makes me really happy. I just adore the little baby Saiyans---THEY DESERVE SO MUCH BETTER!!!!!!!!!

Idk if I wanna make this one really long oneshot or actually make it a multi-chap fic

I have some fanart of a babes if ya'll wanna see it, I'll probably post it sometime later :)))

[laterkatersays]

Ashley and Taliesin: We're starting a podcast!

Me: Fuck yes, I love this.

My brain: ...but what if callowmoore modern day AU podcast fanfic?

My four (4!) callowmoore WIPs, two of which are (entirely seperate!) modern day AUs: WTF man???

[sunandflame]

I was again trapped in my very personal Pinterest hell when I saw this beauty here and now I can't stop thinking about an AU where Kyojuro is a photographer.

Because just imagine how he takes pictures of a building or something of his interest on a open street and suddenly you appear in front of his lenses and the only thing he can do is lower his camera and just look at you with his own eyes just to confirm himself that he is not dreaming or hallucinating. You are legit an angel with your white summer dress that flows in the wind. He stands there perplex for a second and baths in your beauty before the noises of the street hit him again. And before he lost sight of you, he takes his camera and makes pictures of you. How you walked along the street and before he could even realize it, he was following you.

And you were not only beautiful from the outside, but also on the inside. He saw how you knelt down to caress some stray kitten, that begged for your love. How you searched for a coin in your purse to give it to the people in need. Always with a smile on your lips.

Kyojuro feeling weirdly drawn to you and he did not realize how many pictures he had made of you until your head turns directly to him, noticing that he was taking pictures of you. But you were not angry, you gave him a smile and waved which took him so by surprise that he nearly drops his camera.

And while he catches his camera in an awkward and embarrassing way you were already on your way to him. Should he flee or wait for you? He was not sure, but he knew he was running hot as a flush increased on his cheek.

EDIT: Here is part 2

[nattikay]

friendly reminder that Neteyam is a well-adjusted kid who has a good relationship with his parents, that he tries his darnedest to be a good warrior because he genuinely looks up to his dad and wants to be like him, and that the idea that Jake and Neytiri are "forcing" him to be perfect, that they "stole his childhood" or that he's "not allowed" to be a kid, etc. are all pure fanfiction with little to no evidence in canon thanks bye

[marshmallowwitharubberband]

Wacky Hijinks Fic ™️ idea:

During their happily ever afters, the System is bored.

Every main MXTX couple gets transmigrated to each other's novel but entirely mixed up.

Wei Wuxian ends up in Shen Qingqiu's body, but Lan Zhan ends up in Xie Lian's, Hua Cheng is now Sha Qinghua, Mobei-jun is in Wei Wuxian's body, so on and so forth. The only one who is happy about it is Shen Yuan, who gets to be the Ghost Gary Stu King, and maybe SQH, who really likes playing the aloof and mysterious Jade (he's failing).

Once they've more or less figured out what is happening (they're each intelligent enough to at least comprehend they are in a different world and that the system is the "god" that caused it), they're suddenly transported together to a danmei convention.

Chaos ensues.

[autoauthor]

More Home Economics TobiIzu

So, the two of them get paired again as part of a project on budgeting. Both of them are from wealthy households, but Butsuma requires Tobirama justify any purchases he makes or pay with his own money. Meanwhile Izuna has never shopped for himself a day in his life.

They go to the supermarket to make a grocery list and Izuna just picks the most expensive of every food item because surely that means they're better quality.

Izuna: "How much could a banana be? 12?"

He's confused at why they need to factor in cleaning supplies because why can't they just use soap and water?

Hikaku ends up getting roped into the whole mess and is so done with the both of them. He didn't sign up for this. He is applying to the farthest possible university.

Meanwhile the project is being completely derailed. Izuna insists on having money budgeted for recreation so the three of them end up going around the city doing what amounts to various date activities - dragging Hikaku around to third wheel.

Now he could leave them and go do something productive with his time, but that runs the risk of the two of them realizing their own feelings for each other and the headache that would lead to.

Somehow, despite this, they keep having incredibly romantic moments together. They sing a karaoke duet. They share a single milkshake together (a second one was not in the budget). Tobirama holds Izuna's hands while they're out ice-skating.

Obviously they get full marks.