#i keep cackling at the same hat one

[archangeldyke-all]

Based off part one that just got released…

Sevika coming home with Jinx and isha because they have no where to stay and she’s not very happy about it but, you welcome them home with open arms and you guys kinda have a little family dynamic going on

-💌

CUTE

men and minors dni

it's a little awkward when sevika comes tumbling through your front door with two kids in tow... only because you were waiting for her on the couch in lingerie.

sevika gasps, jinx starts to cackle, and the little kid holding onto jinx's back just waves at you, too young to know what they just walked in on.

sevika sprints to your side, an excited glimmer in her eyes as she licks her lips and gets a good look at you, before she covers you up in her poncho. jinx is still laughing in the doorway when you're finally clothed.

"hey, jinx." you greet, rubbing your neck in embarrassment. jinx snorts and waves at you. "w-who's your friend?" you ask, pointing to the kid on her back.

sevika groans next to you, pinching the bridge of her nose in frustration. jinx sighs, but you can see the affection buried just below the surface what she speaks. "tell 'er, kid." she says, nudging the girl.

"h-hi." the baby whispers, waving at you. "'m isha." she says.

you grin, stepping forward to wave back at isha. fuck she's cute, her big gold eyes glimmering with excitement as you approach her. "well, ms. isha. it looks like you got my girls into some trouble." you say.

isha giggles and jinx smirks a bit. you've always had a soft spot for jinx, and lately, it seems like sevika's been feeling the same. if there's one thing sevika knows about it's losing a father figure-- she couldn't stop herself from lending a helping hand to the teen.

so: jinx has been over for a lot of dinners lately, crashing on the couch once or twice a week, using your bath on occasion and, sometimes, coming over just to chat.

"we got inna fight!" isha announces, wiggling a bit on jinx's back. you quickly shoot a glare at sevika and she rolls her eyes.

"you did!? did you win?" you ask. isha nods enthuastically, her little miners' hat clattering to the ground.

"i shot a gun!" she says.

"you what!?" you ask, glaring at jinx and sevika. both of them wear the same exasperated look on their faces, sevika raising her flesh arm in surrender.

"she didn't. she held a gun. stupidly. i told you to stay on the fuckin' balcony." sevika says, glaring at isha. the girl pouts, and jinx clicks her tongue.

"oh please. i heard the stories about you as a kid, sevika." jinx says. "it's not like i was any better." she mumbles.

you sigh and tug jinx into your home, leading her and isha to the couch. "c'mon. the couch is a pull out, i'm sure both of you can fit."

"what!? no-- isha's not-- we're not-- i'm fine!" jinx insists. you and sevika both snort, and jinx grunts and rolls her eyes. "fine, whatever. we'll stay... but only if you make that stir fry shit again." jinx relents, settling isha down on the couch before flopping down on it herself.

isha immediately crawls into jinx's lap, starting to fiddle with her bangs. sevika moves to start helping you in the kitchen, and when jinx thinks there's no one left to see, she leans forward and kisses isha's forehead, smiling softly.

"so... you just gonna keep bringing home strays?" you tease in the kitchen, hip checking sevika as you spark the stove. she groans.

"oh, fuck off. you know you're thrilled to play family."

"'course i am. you're a hot mom babe. what'd jinx call it? a milf?" you ask. sevika snorts despite herself, shaking her head in amusement. "next time you two get into some shit though, you're leaving the kid with me, understand?"

sevika chuckles and kisses your cheek. "whatever you say, mama bear... we should probably start keeping the sexy-clothes limited to the bedroom, too."

you groan and elbow your wife. sevika just cackles.

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[apollowhoo]

hello!! I love your Alastor x Child Reader stuff you wrote. So can you please write an one shot of Alastor with a child reader who's the oppisite of him? What i mean is, Alastor is lowkey nonchalant but the reader is actually insaine. I hope i explained enough.

soo... you didn't say anything for a plot so i just made them meet, i hope that's alright with you<33

ALASTOR X INSAINE CHILD!READER

Hell was always the same with the chatter of sinners and the painfull screams all around. Alastor, strolled through the streets, his cane tapping rhythmically against the ground. His wide grin never faltered, though his sharp red eyes darted around, observing everything.

Then he heard it—the most evil laugh, high-pitched and absolutely unhinged. Alastor stopped, tilting his head, the sound was coming from an alleyway just ahead. He adjusted his tie and strolled over to the alleyway.

What he found was... surprising.

A small child, no older than ten, stood over what used to be a rather unfortunate demon. The remains were scattered about in a chaotic mess of black goo . The child, held a jagged piece of metal in one hand, the other smeared with the remnants of the "fun." They're wide eyes shimmered with manicness.

"My, my, what a display!" Alastor exclaimed. "I must say, it’s rare to find someone so creative with their time."

The child turns to him, eyes glowing. “Did you see? Did you see what I did?! He said I couldn’t take his hat—so I took everything else!” They gesture dramatically at the mess behind them.

Alastor chuckled, twirling his cane. “Quite the overachiever, aren’t we? But tell me, dear child, what drives you to such... theatrical carnage?”

They tilt their head, clearly unbothered by his casual tone. “Why not? It’s fun! It’s exciting! Don’t you think so?”

Alastor’s smile twitched. “Ah, yes, but there’s an art to it, my dear. A balance. Chaos is like a radio frequency—too much static, and the signal is lost.”

The child seemed unimpressed. “Static is fun. It’s loud, and no one can ignore it.” They grin wider, holding up the bloodied piece of metal like a trophy. “Want me to make some for you?”

Alastor’s chuckle turned into a full-blown cackle. “Tempting! But I think I’ll pass. Watching you is entertainment enough.” He leaned in closer, his grin sharp. “But do be careful, little one. Hell is like an ocean full of fish, and not all of them appreciate someone making such a mess.”

They automatically lean in just as close, their smile never faltering. “Let them come. I’ll make it fun for them, too.”

Alastor pulled back, his laughter echoing down the alleyway. “Oh, I do believe I’ll enjoy keeping an eye on you. You, my dear, are a star in the making.”

And with that, he tipped his hat and strolled away, his cane tapping the same rhythm. The child curiously follows him.

After all, it wasn’t every day they found someone who appreciated their particular brand of madness.

[urlovebot]

hc for what Bada would be like when she’s pursuing you? Extra points if the reader is a lil oblivious and Bada’s just like ‘this girl is mine she doesn’t even know it lololol’

this is so cute thank u for this idea 🫂🫶🏼

bada is so in love with you and IS SO OBVIOUS ABOUT IT

it starts out really sweet and bada is just softer with you than she is to others.

you took one of her classes, loved the way she taught and her dance style, so you naturally began to attend more.

you really wanted to improve on your own dancing so you were taking her classes to learn more.

slowly bada started to notice you becoming more of a regular

when you walked in the doors to her class, she'd send you a small wave

eventually she asks for your name, you squeak it out, and she falls in love immediately

she just thinks you're so cute she wants to shrink you and put you in her pocket

with each class she begins moving you closer to the front

if she notices you struggling with a move, she'll personally run through it with you and you alone.

"bada, why do you give me private lessons?"

and bada is EMBARRASSED LMFAO so she just says

"i think you have a lot of potential as a dancer"

internally facepalms but whatever.

you hang out outside of classes now, and she pays for everything

and then she starts buying things that remind her of you

accessories, clothes, shoes, little knicknacks

she spoils you so bad

when you guys go out, she's got her hand in yours, swinging your arms as you walk.

and now you guys are showing up to her classes together...

and now her students are badgering her about who you are

she gives a vague answer and keeps it pushing

you, none the wiser, just think she's being nice

do you think shes talented, fine, tall, and overall the full package?

yes

yes you do

BUT theres no way she's into you

that is until... uh she's dancing to takeout.

and right before she hits the floor-

she takes two fingers and points at you in a "come here" motion.

takes her fist, hits her hips with it twice, takes one last glance at you and starts basically fucking the floor

and you're like damn😳 maybe she does want me

after that class she makes you stay with her while she packs everything up.

you're just dying to ask her if she was pointing at you before she... she did what she did to that floor.

"yeah i was. why?"

DAMN U SAID THAT SHIT OUTLOUD LMFAOOOO

"i- why would-" *clears throat* "why were you pointing at me?"

bada just laughs, taking off her hat and putting it on your head.

"i'll see you tomorrow."

and then she just leaves you alone to process your thoughts.

and you do

you think for hours

and shit just starts to make sense

why she insisted on paying for everything. the way she kissed your hand whenever you guys were holding them. the way she'd stand behind you, hands on your hips while the guys from her classes would try to talk you up

it also made sense why during sleepovers she insisted you sleep in the same bed, bada's limbs entangled in your own. why she would wake you up with gentle kisses and make you breakfast in the morning

and you are just DUMBFOUNDED 😭😭 YALL BEEN DATING THIS WHOLE TIME

so you call her that very night and the first thing out of your mouth is-

"ARE YOU MY GIRLFRIEND???" and bada is just losing her shit on the other side

just cackling at you

"y/n... baby. yes. yes i am your girlfriend. we are girlfriends. we've been girlfriends for a little while now."

you're having a crisis and she just

"i'll come over there and we can talk about it. is that okay with you?"

"... yeah."

"good. i'll see you in 10. love you."

"love you too. WAIT-"

[bones4thecats]

hi, if it's not a problem I would like to make a request with Jamil, during his overblot he plays Kalim, Grim and the octanaville trio in the desert but he stayed with y/n because he had feelings for her, and she also had feelings for Jamil , then Jamil in his overblot state adoring and spoiling y/n, and her treating Jamil like a king

OB! Jamil Keeping Crush! S/O Around

Type of Writing: Request Character: Jamil Viper Name: OB! Jamil Keeping Crush! S/O Around Requester: @marinahavik

A/N: This is my first request written in quite a while. I do hope you like this!

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🐍 As a fellow member of Scarabia, you were close to both the housewarden of your dorm and your vice-housewarden

🐍 Jamil and you had a very unusual bond, he just seemed so off too you. But that didn't stop you from admiring him

🐍 Because of how much you admired him and began to help around Scarabia with his work to watch over Kalim, everyone swears that was the one thing keeping him from overblotting sooner

🐍 When you walked inside Scarabia with Yuu, Grim, and the renowned Octavinelle trio, you were fearful, were they right? Was Jamil really hypnotizing your dorm members, even Kalim?

🐍 You were there when the tweels helped reveal his true side, and when he yelled about how much he hated Kalim, you were scared when he looked at you and scoffed

" And you... what a joke. You believe to be featured with that magicless human will make you special? When you're already special enough?! You're about as oblivious to my feelings as him! "

🐍 Staring at him in shock, you were scared, why was there ink coming out from him?! And why was the rest of the dorm acting so weird?!

🐍 Glaring as your fellow dorm members began to obey as if they were being mind controlled, you looked back at your group, only to realize that they were gone

" Kalim? Azul? Jade, Floyd? Yuu, Grim?! "

🐍 The sounds of cackles erupted from the now dark-lounge, your mind went blank at the sight of your old friend

" You really trust those imbeciles, don't you? Come now, my dear. When will you gain the knowledge that I am all that you need... not those blundering fools. "

🐍 You looked into the red mist, making out a familiar shape, it was Jamil. But, at the same time, it wasn't him...

🐍 He looked so much different, black markings all around his face with a large turban hat, a long dress-like robe that was scattered at the bottom with the hat connecting down into a familiarly-made cape. And his long hair grew out into long black snakes

🐍 Jamil looked horrifying, yet somehow still attractive

🐍 Oh no! Why in the name of the Great Seven were you thinking about that?! The guy literally overblotted in front of you, he's beyond dangerous at the moment

" Well, well, well, you seem to be flustered, dearest. Do you perhaps like this form of me? All ragged and not being held back by a measly rich heir? " " Uhm- "

🐍 You tried to yell out a loud help, but you were only met by the sound of chains wrapping around your wrists and pulling you towards the man you would daydream about being with

🐍 He smirked and grabbed your chin, holding your head to look towards him, amusement was growing in his eyes as you blushed and pulled your face away, you knew you should be feeling disgust, and you wanted too. But... you just couldn't...

" Oh... did you really want a mere servant like what I used to be? You don't want power to be by your side? Here; "

🐍 With those words, Jamil summoned a small crown with red feathers around the bottom and a large red jewel standing in the middle;

" How about you serve alongside me? Like a Sultan and his Sultana? "

🐍 You gritted your teeth, you wanted Jamil, not this freakazoid. He would never try forcing you into this kind of situation!

" Fuck off! I like the Jamil I once knew, not this crazed lunatic! " " A lunatic you say? Why you little- " " Jamil! That is enough! "

🐍 Turning around in shock, that was when you noticed your friends had finally made it back to the dorm. And, in a moment of bravery, you leaped into a backflip that you learned from the former-vice and gritted your teeth as your group ran up to you to help you out of the chains

" If you lay a hand on them, I'll make sure you will never escape that burning desert, you damned pricks! " " Jade, get back into the fight... they need you... " " Y/N, you also need help. " " I will be fine, just go! "

🐍 And with that, the tweel jumped into action alongside his allies while you leaned against a wall and passed out

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🐍 The next thing you knew, you had awoken in the medical ward, hearing the low sobs of a male's, you turned around and saw the familiar hairdo of your favorite Scarabia member

" Jamil? "

🐍 He turned around in shock and away in a matter of seconds, he obviously didn't want you to see him in such a week state

" Jamil, just know, I do forgive you. You were under a lot of stress and you just wanted to be yourself for a change. But. "

🐍 Jamil stiffened as he whipped his tears from his eyes, his grey eyes pooling into your (E/C) ones as he cocked an eyebrow, interested in what you had to say

" That doesn't make up for what you did to our dorm. I may forgive you, but you must gain the trust of everyone else once again. I swear I will help you there, though. " " Why? I mean- I tried to force you into a relationship! You shouldn't even try forgiving me! " " Because... I love you. "

🐍 His eyes widened as a small smile emerged on his face while a small blush also appeared

" I love you as well, Rohi... "

[pricegouge]

FAIRY ANON AGAIN GOUGE YOU ARE KILLING ME WITH THIS CONTENT WOOFWOOFWOOFBARK.

Soap and Fairy!Reader just have a very symbiotic relationship, they both a little freaky for each other, it just works.

Got me thinking about how the other teammates treat you and cackled at the idea of Ghost being this incredibly superstitious ass that wants nothing to do with you and has to warm up to you being around him. There is exactly ONE (1) moment where Soap is like 'ah shite hold her for a second I gotta brb' and before he can say anything literally just shoves you into Ghost's hand, and he's so lost on what to do with you he just keeps you wrapped up in his hand, thumb on the top of your noggin so you can't squirm out.

Soap comes back and Ghost hasn't moved an inch

'.....Lt, you alright?'

'm fine just take the damn thing.'

Price is amused by you, but doesn't quite tolerate your mischief or curiosity as much as Soap does. If you're going to sit with him, you sit and behave. If you're a good girl, he might reward you - once he learns HOW.... he has a few ideas, but he's worried about breaking you.

You love petting his beard, combing over the hairs, letting it tickle you when you nuzzle against him. Maybe you help him make his tea or coffee, just to entertain him. He watches you put in just the right amount of sugar cubes, and then use a stirring straw to mix it all up. (Probably had to learn the hard way not to stir too much, since you spilled some coffee on a few important documents.)

When you're back to perching on his shoulder, he squishes you to his cheek with his hand in a pseudo form of a hug and calls you a good, sweet girl.

Its all done for when Gaz gets to spend time with you. Man spoils you ROTTEN. Soap walks in one day looking for you, and he finds Gaz having you try on cute little outfits he bought online. Treats you like an absolute princess. Who knew humans fashioned such cute clothes, all just for some toys??? They're all yours now.

When you want to repay Gaz, he gets a kick out of making you straddle his cock and grind on it, calls you his little cowgirl with a laugh before he holds your little waist in his hands and grinds you down harder on his cock. Use your legs to squeeze him just right before you get impatient and want your lips on his leaking tip.

When Ghost is finally convinced you're not out to steal their souls or smth, you have fun wiggling under his balaclava. Soap gets a real big laugh when he sees you peakin' your lil head through the eye opening, pressed right up against Ghost's face and getting the perfect view of the world from his perspective. How fascinating!

He takes it in stride, knowing now you're just a curious thing. He slips you from his mask when your wings smack him one too many times tho. Soap and Gaz debate on getting you a dollhouse to sleep in, but Ghost puts his vote on getting you a hamster cage just to see how the two sergeant's faces at the suggestion.

Regardless of what they do, you somehow always slip out to just to scurry over to Soap's pillow and nuzzle up to his cheek at night. He's much warmer than a simple doll's bed, after all - and if you're the first thing he sees when he wakes up, maybe he'll be that much more inclined to play with you before he really has to get out of bed.

-🧚‍♀️ (thought it'd be fitting lol.)

lmaoo ghost hanging onto fairy girly, with the same amount of stress and pressure implied:

im having fun imagining what price could do to make reader listen to him without breaking her but actually, i don't think he even needs to do much beyond give her That Look and she's instantly on her best behavior, climbing up under his hat cause she's a bit scared and just wants to be close and maybe massage his scalp in apology.

(do think she climbs into his empty whiskey bottle at least once though, because she's curious what's so good about it and gets so drunk she can't find her way out of it and the guys all have to solve the 'how to get the ship back out of the bottle proble without hurting her)

gaz with the doll clothing omg!!! and barbie clothes usually have the velcro in the back which means she'd have a place to slot her wings. that's so smart! he takes her shopping through the toy aisle when it's his turn to 'watch her' and she gets jealous any time he says one of the barbies look pretty in certain looks 😂

however. i think price catche wind that the boys are searching for an adequate doll house and pitches a fit. builds her one of those indoor green houses instead like people rear butterflies/moths or mantids in. a little plastic house will never do for their girl! (<- completely inspired by early's worm fic ngl)

[raven-at-the-writing-desk]

Hello! How have you been lately? I hope you sleep well and eat tasty food!

I wanted to participate in your new blog event. I want to see interaction between ~deadbeat dad~ Crowley and our dear uncles, ghosts from Ramshackle dorm. You can decide which topic they will be talking about, I just wanna see ghosts more in twst fandom. They're so rare to see and it upsets me(ू˃̣̣̣̣̣̣︿˂̣̣̣̣̣̣ ू) give more application to our ghosts! 👻👻👻

(I hope I wrote this right how it supposed to be wrote in this event. Sorry for grammar errors)

... I was going to include the Ramshackle Ghosts in the banner, but couldn't find any chibi sprites of them that were high res enough to use. That's it, that's my commentary 🙂

Family means Nobody is Left Behind or Forgotten.

Ramshackle was a marked improvement from its sorry state in the autumn. The cobwebs, dust, and mildew had been cleared away, as if done by the hand of a benevolent fairy godmother. Rotting wood had been replaced with fresh panels, and the walls were coated with a glossy new color. The paintings and furniture had either been restored or replaced, antiques polished and set back up on display.

It's almost like Ramshackle before its ruin, Crowley noted, shutting the door behind him.

He strutted a few paces in, his cane clacking sharply against the floorboards. Crowley cleared his throat, the sound echoing in the foyer, then called out. "Ghosts?"

A reply came at once, accompanied by a cool sensation spiderwalking down Crowley's spine. This, he knew, was the telltale sign of a supernatural being's arrival.

Three pale bodies materialized before him. One tall and scrawny, the second small and compact, and the third wide and squat. Each ghost--A, B, and C--wore a top hat and a cloak.

"Mweeheehee... You rang, headmaster?"

"Aaah, there's my lovely Ramshackle trio!!" Crowley cooed, spreading his arms out with a flourish. "Good afternoon! I hope you're doing well."

"As well as we can be in the afterlife," Ghost A cackled.

"We weren't expecting visitors," C remarked.

"What brings ya here?" B floated around Crowley in a circle. "Rare for you to drop on by for a casual visit."

"Ah, that." He thoughtfully stroked at his chin. "Today is Family Day at Night Raven College and--well--I figure that you three upstanding gentlemen count as the guardians of our dear Prefect and Grim-kun. You live under the same roof, share household responsibilities, and have a deep bond. You may not be related by blood, but this arrangement could classify as a 'found family'. That would make you eligible to sit in at parent-teacher conferences."

"Oooh, are we being invited to the event?" Ghost A asked excitedly. "I was popular with the ladies back in my day, but I didn’t have the chance to do something like this. Never did manage settle down..."

"Can we really be where the people are?" B chimed in. "It's been a while since we got to stretch our ectoplasm. When was the last time? Halloween, was it?"

"But all those meetings sound like a bore," complained C. "You sure we can't just scare the daylights out of the parents and siblings instead?"

"There will be NO scaring the daylights out of anyone!" Crowley stopped himself and smoothed down his feathers. "As you can imagine, I'm a very busy man and I haven't got all day! Please make your decisions now."

The Ramshackle Ghosts glanced at one another. Murmurs passed between them.

"Well... They don't have anyone else but us, do they? Because Yuu-kun is from another world and Grimmy doesn't remember where he came from."

"They've always been there for us when we needed them the most. We've had so much fun together too. Keeping us company, playing magift, celebrating Halloween and the winter holidays..."

"It'd be sad if they were the only ones left out of Family Day. No one likes being excluded from the festivities."

Silence. Then mutual understanding lit up their eyes. The answer was staring at them right in the face this entire time.

"We'll do it!!" the ghosts cried in unison.

Crowley's lips curved upward. "A most excellent choice. Yuu-kun and Grim-kun are so very fortunate to have a family as loving as this."

[qprstobin]

the scenic route

i saw this post by @henderdads yesterday and started CACKLING at the image of eddie trying to hide from steve only to stumble across the rest of his stalkers fan club, so here it is

Ao3 link

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Eddie was pretty sure he was supposed to be better than this.

He'd had more than his fair share of ill advised crushes over the years. His middle school science teacher, the entirely too-nice-for-the-popular-crowd head cheerleader, the bartender at the Hideout that he sold coke to on more than one occasion. And yet, here he was. Leering after Steve Harrington.

(Crush was maybe too strong of a word - that would imply he felt any positive emotions towards the man other than carnal lust.)

Every day at work, Eddie told himself he would take the shortest path outside for his smoke break, and every day he ended up taking the scenic route.

It was like he couldn't help himself. He'd shove his hands into his pockets, and meander his way passed the food court, trying his hardest to seem natural as his eyes strayed over to the Scoops Ahoy.

And there he was, Harrington in all his post-popularity glory. Eddie wasn't sure whose bright idea it was to put the Scoops employees in sailor suits, but he wanted to shake their hand. Or slash their tires.

The shorts clung to Harrington's thighs, somehow even thicker than they were when he was still playing sports regularly. The little hat was less flattering, causing his signature hair to fall limp beneath it, but that was fine. Eddie had seen his hair in all its glory more than enough to fill in the blanks.

As he got closer, he could see that Harrington was chatting up a female patron - typical of the high school heartthrob. It sent a pulse of jealousy and disgust through him. Harrington looked up at the girl from under his eyelashes, pulling his pink, glossy lips into a smirk.

The things Eddie would do to that mouth with half a chance.

The girl let out a laugh, turning in a whirl of curls as she giggled with her friends. He would've thought that response was a positive one if Harrington hadn't immediately let his head fall forward with a groan. Robin Buckley, the mousy band geek Gareth was infatuated with last year, popped up from the back room with a white board that seemed to be a record of all of his strikeouts.

Harsh.

Seemed even pretty privileged popular kids had trouble wooing fair maidens sometimes. Who would've thought. A feeling of satisfaction curled in his stomach - both at watching Harrington get put in his place and knowing that he was still painfully single.

He didn't let himself examine why that was.

While watching the interaction, Eddie hadn't realized he had been slowing to a stop. Until Buckley looked his way. Panic surged through him and he dove to the left, towards a gathering of potted ferns that should be leafy enough to hide him and his hair.

There was a snag in that plan - someone was already hiding there.

Eddie stumbled, arms pinwheeling as he tried to stop himself from running over three middle schoolers. Several little hands snagged the front of his shirt, keeping him from pitching backwards and falling on his ass.

"Jesus fuckin' Christ-" he cursed as he wobbled to a stop. He clamped his mouth shut, taking in the three children in front of him.

The two nearest to him were barely holding back giggles, one a boy with an unfortunate bowl cut and the other a redheaded girl who looked like she was trying to judge him but couldn't smother her mirth. Another boy with dark skin and a bandana tied around his head was looking embarrassed, crouching as close as possible to the girl as he could.

"What the hell are you guys doing?" Eddie asked, unable to help himself.

"Same thing you are," Red replied with a smirk playing at her lips. He blanched.

"What."

"Eye candy," she said. It was clear what - or rather who she was referring to.

Bandana groaned softly, the embarrassment on his face deepening. Bowl Cut started giggling again. A fern was tickling Eddie's ear, and he desperately wanted to melt into the floor like the ice cream on a Scoops Ahoy cone.

Eddie didn't even bother to deny it. "You're like, 10. Aren't you a bit young for crushes?"

Red gave him an unimpressed stare.

"We're about to start high school, man," Bandana said as he wrinkled his nose. Judgment colored his tone.

"You don't look like the type to normally go for preps. So do you really have a leg to stand on?" she added.

Sheesh, the attitude on these kids.

Eddie refused to give her any ground.

"Also, I don't have a crush - I was dragged here against my will," Bandana continued.

"I can't believe my boyfriend is lying to my face like this."

"Steve's basically our babysitter, that's weird."

"I don't know," Bowl Cut piped up for the first time, "I think crushing on your babysitter is pretty normal."

Eddie's head was spinning as he tried to keep up with the back and forth. Steve Harrington was their babysitter? He pinched the inside of his wrist, convinced this whole situation was a bad trip or a surreal weed dream. It made more sense than a couple of toddlers claiming that Harrington babysat them regularly.

"I don't have a crush on him!"

"Then why do you keep asking him to 'shoot hoops' with you?" Red asked, turning her judgmental haze onto her sweating boyfriend.

"You know I'm thinking about trying out for basketball next year," Bandana said with an almost pretentious air. "I need all the practice I can get!"

"I didn't know getting smacked in the face with the ball when Steve takes off his shirt counted as practice," Bowl Cut said, a deceptively sweet smile on his face as he drove a dagger into his friend's back.

"DUDE!"

Bowl Cut and Red shushed him, tiny hands flying to cover Bandana's mouth. Eddie reflexively peeked through the fronds, checking to make sure the object of their well - their object hadn't noticed them.

(He hesitated to call him the object of their lust because the three in front of him were literally babies, but he refused to use the word affection in the same sentence as Harrington. Even if this entire conversation was throwing his carefully crafted view of the man through a loop.)

It was fine, though. Harrington and Buckley were wrapped up in their own world, chatting back and forth. If he had a heart he might even say they looked good together. Eddie's eyes strayed towards Harrington's fingers as he twirled his scooper in his hand.

He wanted to shove them in his mouth-

Not the time.

By the time he tuned back into the infants' conversation, Bandana was sulking. Clearly, he had lost, especially with how smug both Red and Bowl Cut looked. Red had even pulled out a little snack packet that she was triumphantly munching on.

"You brought snacks?" Eddie sputtered out, not sure if he was impressed or put out by the sheer balls on this little girl.

"Uh, yeah? Food court food is expensive," she said like it was a no brainer.

The balls, man.

He kinda wanted to be her when he grew up.

"Let me get this straight, you brought snacks along while you stalk your babysitter?" he asked anyway.

"I get hungry," Red said. After a moment, she rolled her eyes and pulled out another snack pack, throwing it at him. It smacked him in the face, but he managed to catch it before it hit the ground. "You're welcome."

"Thanks?" he replied automatically.

This may as well happen.

She distributed two more snack packs to her friend and her boyfriend, and the three returned to peering at Harrington through the ferns. Eddie just stared at them, once again feeling like he must have fallen into a different universe.

This whole thing was getting to be too much for him. His knees and thighs were starting to ache, and not for any particularly pleasant reason. He didn't want to know how long he had been crouched back here.

He needed to get out of here before he reached his limit. His boss may give him a lot of leeway, but he didn't want to keep pushing his luck hanging out in the food court for the rest of the day, babysitting Steve fucking Harrington's children.

Even if the view was pretty good.

"Well, this has been fun, but I need a smoke," he said finally. The three barely spared him a glance. Figuring that they were done with him, and because he didn't know how to leave well enough alone. "I'll leave you to your... stalking."

"Same time tomorrow?" Bowl Cut asked, turning that shy but cheeky grin onto him, revealing that not only had they done this before, but that they had seen Eddie here before.

Fuck. His face was turning red.

"Don't plan on it," he scoffed. The trio spared him disbelieving glances, but let him rock to his feet and start walking away without another word.

They all knew he'd be taking the scenic route again tomorrow.

[intheticklecloset]

Bad Stray Dogs (Bungo Stray Dogs)

Primary Universe

Summary: Dazai keeps playing tricks on Chuuya for attention. Chuuya finally has enough.

Word Count: 1283

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“Where the hell is my fedora?” Chuuya grumbled, opening and closing drawers in the bedroom with more force than was necessary. He’d been dressed and ready to head out the door for fifteen minutes, but he couldn’t find his hat, and he refused to leave home without it.

Dazai fought the urge to laugh outright. “You look ridiculous either way. Just go without it.”

“Shut up!” Another slam. “It was hanging on the coat rack last night; I know it was! Where could it have…?” A pause, then the redhead’s angry face in the doorway. “Dazai!”

“Whaaaat?” Dazai asked innocently, still trying to fight the urge to cackle, though he couldn’t help the smile on his lips.

Chuuya strode over to him. “What did you do with it?”

“Whatever do you mean?”

A hand grabbed his chin harshly and jerked it upwards, making Dazai stumble forward a bit in his seat. His eyes widened at the fire in his partner’s eyes.

“Kitchen,” he managed in a breathless whisper.

Chuuya’s hand tightened on his jaw. “What?”

“In the kitchen…with the pots, cupboard next to the stove.” Dazai swallowed. “I hid it there.”

“Asshole,” the redhead spat, shoving him away, but before he could get far a hand gripped his tie and yanked him right back down, their foreheads clashing together painfully. “Ow, you idiot! Let me—”

“Just go without it,” Dazai murmured, pulling a second time so Chuuya was forced to fall halfway onto the couch, one knee on the cushion, one between the detective’s legs.

Chuuya growled. “I’ll be late, you bast—mmph!”

Well…five more minutes couldn’t hurt.

~

“Son of a bitch!”

This time, Dazai did laugh out loud.

“Dazai!” Chuuya yelled from the kitchen. “You put my favorite mug a shelf higher on purpose, didn’t you?!”

“I would never, darling~” the detective called back, one hundred percent lying.

There was a brief moment of scuffling from the other room, followed by more curses and even a thud at one point.

“Just use your gravity witchcraft to get it down.”

“I can’t unless I’ve touched it first, moron! And it’s not witchcraft!” More shuffling, opening and closing of cupboard doors. “Where’d you put the stepstool, Dazai?!”

Dazai shifted into a more comfortable position on the couch facing the kitchen doorway and waited with a patient smile. “Oh, nowhere~”

Right on cue, Chuuya stomped into view, anger blazing in his eyes for a split second before he took in Dazai’s position and said anger flickered into confusion and then annoyance. “Like hell that’ll get me to go over there, you suicidal freak. If you want me so bad, you need to be more of a gentleman. Now where’s the stool?”

“Please.” Dazai smirked, undoing the first button of his shirt. “If you wanted a gentleman, you’d have chosen anyone else.”

Chuuya took a breath, let it out slowly, and squeezed his eyes shut. “Step. Stool. Now.”

“Ask me nicely and I’ll be happy to give you a hand, chibi~”

There was a pause. Dazai smiled in triumph exactly at the same time that Chuuya turned on his heel and disappeared back into the kitchen.

“Forget it. I’ll just climb on the counter.”

Well…that was unexpected.

~

The instant Dazai got home, he leaned against the inside of their front door and sagged, letting his mask slip. It was difficult keeping up a happy façade out there; thankfully, he could be himself here, where it was just him and his thoughts.

A sudden weight settled on his entire body, pinning him exactly where he was.

Okay, him and his thoughts and his partner.

Chuuya got right into his face with a smug smile and asked, “Long day, Dazai?”

“Not long enough,” the detective replied with a wry smirk, “though I’m sure you’ll be able to help with that.”

The redhead grabbed his arms and pinned them to either side of his head, then let his fingers trail down Dazai’s collar to the first button of his vest. Dazai sighed in contentment and allowed Chuuya to finish with first the vest, then his tie, and finally the first two buttons of his undershirt. They both knew he could break away from his hold if he wanted to; all he’d have to do was cancel Chuuya’s ability and he’d be free.

But where was the fun in that?

The redhead dragged a gloved fingertip along his exposed collarbone. “You’re a pain in the ass, you know that?”

“Mhm,” Dazai hummed, breaking into a grin when Chuuya wiggled his fingers along his neck. “Hehehey…”

“Hiding my fedora – which was a gift from you, by the way, so I know you don’t think I look crap in it – then putting my mug out of reach so I’d have to ask for help? You’ve been bad.”

Dazai giggled, knowing exactly where this was going and looking forward to every second of it. “Stray dogs don’t tend to be good, do they?”

With a scoff, Chuuya got right up into his personal space, their chests touching and lips inches apart while he drove his fingers into Dazai’s exposed armpits with a vengeance.

“You must have really been in a mood to play two tricks on me in one day.” The redhead began pinching the sensitive skin of his armpits, switching to kneading when it didn’t give him the screaming he’d been hoping for. “You really gotta learn to communicate. I’m getting sick of your mind games, you freak.”

Dazai squealed and laughed, wishing for all the world to be able to struggle or curl up defensively but not wanting his freedom badly enough to force it. “Gahahahahames are more fuhuhuhun! Ahh!” He let out a yelp of surprise when Chuuya grabbed his hair and shoved him down so he was forced to “sit” in an awkward invisible chair against the door, arms still where they’d been placed earlier. It was a stretch – literally – but the harsher tickling he got for his smart mouth was so worth it.

Chuuya knelt down in front of him with a wicked smile, ceasing his attack just long enough to unbutton the rest of Dazai’s shirt and slip his hands inside to get at the skin directly, tickling all over his torso, from his ribs to his belly and sides, but mostly focusing on his hyperticklish armpits.

It took a while, but finally Dazai’s composure crumbled. Laughing so hard he was near to tears, he begged, “PLEHEHEHEHEASE, CHUUYA!! I’M SOHOHOHOHOHORRY!!”

“No you’re not.” Chuuya went in for the kill, knowing he’d only get a few glorious moments before Dazai broke his hold. He found the center of his armpits and dug in fiercely, making Dazai’s laughter go silent, and within five seconds the detective had forced his way to freedom by cancelling Chuuya’s ability.

The two of them went down to the floor with Dazai sprawled on top, still giggly and a little lightheaded from the tickle attack as he attempted to get to his hands and knees.

“You good?” Chuuya asked. At his partner’s nod, he scoffed. “Great. Maybe I’ll have a couple of days of peace now.”

Dazai smiled down at him kindly, with a rare gentleness that made the redhead’s heart flip. The detective reached up to grab his fedora and toss it aside, then got up to his knees just long enough to discard his disheveled clothes and loom back over him again.

Chuuya’s breath hitched. “What do you think you’re doing?”

“Chibi made me happy today,” Dazai replied, leaning down to capture his lips in a soft caress that turned more needy as the seconds ticked by. “I’m just returning the favor~”

Well.

Chuuya could get used to this.

[sixeyescurseuser]

Thinking about Goge being similar heights and builds - at least when they’re teenagers entering young adulthood.

Geto’s style is naturally baggier clothes, so Gojo has loves stealing them and drowning in the fabric.

It doesn’t take long for the new first years to notice Geto-senpai is wearing the same digimon sweatshirt as Gojo-senpai did last week. 🤭

However, once Gojo and Geto begin dating, there’s definitely a shift in sentiment from friends sharing clothes to boyfriends sharing clothes.

The two lovebirds somehow become more shy?? Like Gojo subtly smelling the collar of one of Suguru’s band tees, or Geto tugging Gojo’s newly bought sweatpants up to to his waist because Gojo is now officially a few centimeters taller, curse those damn deer-like legs.

Also, Gojo whose cheeks get super pink when it’s cold outside but he refuses to wear a hat despite Geto’s constant nagging because, “Satoru, if your head is cold, then so is the rest of your body. Just put a hat on.”

Gojo prances away out of arm’s reach with a cackle, no verbal rejection needed.

Geto always wears his hats. But most recently, he wears the special one Shoko gifted him: a hat with cat ears. It makes him look so cute, in Gojo’s unbiased opinion.

Alas, Gojo doesn’t usually wear hats…but after pinching the cat ears every time Suguru passes by with his cat-ears-hat on…Gojo decides he shall steal it for himself.

“Oh, you fucker,” Geto says as soon as he sees his boyfriend wearing HIS hat to meet everyone at the front of campus to go out for dinner.

Gojo: 😛🐱

In the end, Geto is just happy because Satoru finally wears a hat to keep his head warm.

Plus, he looks really good in it, and Geto can only sigh because that’s his menace.

Yeah, Satoru can keep this one. Geto has enough of his own hats to wear.

***

I also like the idea of Gojo, Geto, and Shoko influencing their underclassmen when it comes to fashion. Both Gojo and Geto have distinct styles to express themselves, and Shoko would have a lot of comfy clothes but still layers everything tastefully.

Nanami who’s very much in his shell but whenever he and Haibara go out with their senpais, he internally notes how stylish their upperclassmen can be.

Haibara is more vocal about his enthusiasm to explore his own style, leading Geto to say he’ll lend any clothes if the first years wants to try them out. (Older sibling core!)

Like this, not in their school uniform and going out in the city to eat, sing karaoke, and play in the arcade, they all deserve to feel a sense of normality from their otherwise very abnormal realities.

[slavicviking]

Good ol' Harrington Charm (Microfic)

@steddiemicrofic September prompt: charm | wc: 548 | G | cw: none

“What’s this?”

Strange as it may be, this is not the first time Eddie Munson has been in Steve Harrington’s room. In fact, he would call himself over-familiarized with the atrocious plaid wallpaper and the matching curtains, not to mention the very cute car poster that Steve, for some ungodly reason, refuses to take down.

Steve has already been banned from making any consecutive design decisions for their apartment when they move to Chicago in the fall.

And, see, that gets Eddie every time – because it’s not ‘if’, it’s ‘when’, not ‘his’ but ‘theirs’. Sometimes Eddie still finds it hard to wrap his head around.

“I can’t believe you kept it, dingus!” Similar to a thundering tornado, Robin Buckley appears out of nowhere at his side, hair whipping from left to right as she keeps looking between Steve and the item in question.

“How could I not? So many good memories,” Steve drawls out with a poignant roll of his eyes.

“Obviously.”

“Okay, help a man out here – what exactly is this?” Eddie points to the 'You Suck' column, not liking the way Robin grins. Not at all.

“Oh, you know,” she plops on the bed unceremoniously. “Just a way to pass the time in Scoops.”

“Scoops?”

“Scoops Ahoy,” Steve rolls his eyes and – hold on a minute-

“You worked in that ice cream parlor in Starcourt?” Eddie can’t help it; he bounces closer to Steve, fingers hooking up at the edge of his polo. It’s blue and gray, and if his boyfriend stood one step closer to the wall, he’d blend right in; Eddie loves it. He loves Steve. “Did you wear the sailor outfit, sweetheart?”

Steve’s face is rapidly reddening as Robin is cackling away in the background. “Laugh it up, Buckley, you wore the exact same thing.”

“Um, last time I checked I didn’t have the hat,” she props herself on her elbows. “Total babe magnet, Eddie, I’m telling you.”

“I bet.”

The thing is, Eddie means it. Maybe it speaks for how far he’s fallen from how he viewed the world just mere months ago, but he doesn’t necessarily mind it. He’s still him, still Eddie Munson, but – better, he thinks. Happier, definitely.

It doesn’t hurt that Steve would probably look hot in a literal trash bag.

“So – the board?” he inquires again because he’s nothing if not persistent. He ‘oofs’ when Steve plants his forehead into Eddie’s chest, groaning.

“Simple, Dingus Two,” Robin is the one to answer as Eddie keeps patting Steve’s head. “The board was for recording Steve-o’s piss-poor attempts at getting the ladies.”

And surely enough, the mark tallies under ‘You Suck’ vastly outnumber the ones under ‘You Rule’, but, to be honest, beating the score of zero is not that hard, really.

“Congrats, you might be the first ‘You Rule’ on this board,” Robin adds with a mock salute.

“Ah, so that’s what I really am, then,” Eddie clicks his tongue, going for teasing despite the tight knot growing inside. “Just another unfortunate victim to the good ol’ Harrington Charm.”

“I don’t think that shit was ever real,” Steve mumbles into Eddie’s chest and the knot halts.

“It wasn’t,” Robin pipes in, not missing a beat.

 Steve laughs. And the knot is promptly gone.

[deuces-sunglasses]

Zosan Au- Pearl Divers

(Request from @sampaisleyriot, I strayed from your idea a little bit sorry 😭)

• The Going Merry crew consisted of Luffy- the Captain, Nami- the navigator and Usopp- the mechanist and “protector”.

• Luffy had also found two pearl divers, named Zoro and Sanji. Unfortunately, they didn’t seem to get along much.

• “I want to offer one of you a six month contract. So, you’ll have to compete to show me which one of you I should choose.” Hearing this, they both eyed up their opposition, scoffed and agreed to the challenge.

• Sanji flirts with Nami as she steers them across the ocean. Zoro rolls his eyes and settles into a nap despite the noisy engine.

• Luffy soon calls for the anchor to be set down as he peers off the edge of the bow, which had a strange goat head on it.

• As Sanji gets into his white diving costume, Zoro opts only for a tiny pair of shorts which causes the blond’s breath to be caught in his throat.

• “You ready to watch a professional, cook?” Zoro taunts as he pulls on his leather finger guards and slides on his nose clip.

• Sanji cackles at his voice change due to the nose clip and replies, “We’ll see whether you’ve got any brains under that moss.”

• Usopp lets out a cough and hands them their rope baskets for collecting oysters and stone weights for bringing them to the sea bed.

• Then they both dive in and their competitive nature grows. Zoro’s advantage lies in his upper body strength, while Sanji’s toned legs make him glide quickly through the water.

• Despite the opportunity at stake, they aren’t stupid and regularly check that the other hasn't somehow drowned.

• On one of his trips to the surface, Sanji spots Usopp fishing on the port side. He’s about to offer to make Nami a refreshing drink when Luffy yells affectionately-

• “Sanji! Get back to work!”

• They take a couple of longer breaks, where they enjoy dates and coffee. Sanji smacks Zoro’s hand away from the Saké in the cooler.

• Zoro likes how the saltwater makes Sanji’s hair frizzy and curly.

• As the sun goes down, they both shuck their own oysters and let Nami count them. Zoro cuts the fish caught by Usopp for Sanji to cook. Luffy happily chatters.

• “Even! You got an equally small amount of pearls, but at least we can keep the meat to eat,” proclaims Nami.

• “Nami-Swan, how would you like a pearl necklace? I think-“

• “Luffy, you don’t want a pervert on your crew do you? You should just make your decision now.” Zoro fires out.

• “I am simply appreciating her beauty. You don’t get to insult me while you’re happily eating my cooking!” Sanji retorts.

• Over the next couple of days, they continue this routine. The crew becomes increasingly close and comfortable with each other.

• Sanji comments how Zoro’s body is exposed to stingrays and Zoro replies that he doesn’t need to worry about his body.

• When Luffy accidentally falls into the ocean, Sanji jumps in and saves him.

• At one point, they both spot the same oyster. Glancing over to one another, they make angry eye contact and immediately race towards it.

• Zoro reaches it first and swoops it up, only for Sanji to kick him and take it from his basket. The mosshead wraps his arms around his waist and drags him down. Sanji kicks free and swims to the surface, with Zoro’s hand on his oyster.

• They gasp for air as Nami reprimands them for their stupid antics. In the evening, they discover that the oyster was pearl-less anyway.

• When it’s finally time for Luffy to sign one of them on, both are on edge. This contract is a dream come true.

• “I won’t make you wait any longer. I’m signing you both on! Welcome to the Straw hat crew!”

• Zoro’s eyebrows rise and Sanji’s furrow.

• “We’re not actually calling ourselves that, are we?” says Nami.

• “Alright! I won’t ever actually have to go pearl diving then? Because I might have slightly lied when I was listing my skills.” Usopp scratches the back of his neck with a grin.

• “Guess you’re stuck with me, Marimo.” Sanji sings as he shakes Luffy’s hand.

• “I’ll pick up the slack whenever your little arms get tired, bastard.” Zoro gets an immediate kick to the face.

• A few months later, after they get together, they definitely try an underwater kiss and it is awful.

• Zoro gives Sanji pearl cufflinks as a gift at some point.

[the-obnoxious-sibling]

What would happen if buggy stayed with shanks? Who he would be? How their dynamic would work out? Would they be happy?

*sighs*

anon, you’ve successfully identified my roman empire. literally the second post i ever made about shuggy was ultimately about this question.

two possibilities i've considered (one i think adheres pretty close to canon, and one a "slightly better communication skills than canon" au) under the cut.

if shanks avoided the topic of going to laugh tale, or if buggy decided to hide his outrage and go with shanks post-roguetown, i think they’d be low-key miserable for a long time.

buggy's skulking around with a powerful ofmd s1 izzy hands energy, furious at any perceived disrespect, while shanks could not care less about people laughing at him. half the time buggy is yelling at enemies for disrespecting them, half the time he’s yelling at shanks for disrespecting himself. the crew does not understand why buggy is their first mate if he hates shanks so much.

but hell no, neither of them is going to acknowledge that this (that they) might not be working. shanks can laugh off any discomfort, ignore any awkwardness, if it keeps his best friend at his side. and buggy gave up his pride to stay with shanks! he can be quietly (or not-so-quietly) bitter about it but he’s not going to give up now.

so buggy joins luffy in his sulking disappointment after that first interaction with the mountain bandits. “yeah, it’s embarrassing,” he admits, “but that’s how shanks is. he doesn’t care what people think.”

luffy asks why buggy stays with shanks, if he’s so embarrassing. buggy’s cool and tough, he could be a pirate captain in his own right!

buggy doesn’t have an answer for him—until that second encounter with the mountain bandits. the teary-eyed look on luffy’s face when shanks declares that no one hurts a friend of his? …yeah, maybe that’s why he stays with shanks.

shanks losing his arm for luffy and giving luffy roger’s hat is a turning point, one way or the other. this is the straw that breaks the camel’s back, and either buggy snaps and goes his own way… or his personal truth comes out, and he and shanks have to actually address it before they can move forward.

(in the timeline where buggy leaves, luffy runs into him around the same time as their first canon interaction, and he is even more bitter about the hat. luffy takes buggy's behavior a little more personally, too, since he knows about buggy’s connection to shanks, and he knows buggy knows how much the hat means to him, and to shanks before him. it’s very messy.)

(in the timeline where buggy stays, buggy as first mate to emperor shanks is a lot more like the cackling little gremlin he was on roger’s ship. worse, he’s downright smug. try and disrespect us all you like—we’re one of the four biggest, toughest crews around, nyeh! …sure, some people call us the weakest of the four, but we’re also the youngest! it's only a matter of time before we overtake those guys! just you wait!!

and the crew has learned by now that if shanks is wearing one of his patient, fond smiles while buggy rants then there's nothing to worry about.

they may not be perfectly at ease—buggy doesn’t like this self-sacrificing streak of shanks’, shanks would like buggy to be a bit nicer to people, and buggy might still be in the dark about shanks’ ultimate motives—but i think they’re pretty happy.)

if they’re both honest with each other from the start—if buggy calls shanks a coward in roguetown and shanks responds with the truth, if buggy admits why he reacted so harshly to shanks turning his back on that promise, that dream—i think things are awkward for a while. this kind of honesty is new for them! shanks' lightheartedness, buggy's anger, they aren't hiding the secrets they used to… can things ever be the same, now that the truth is out? how do they even talk to each other anymore?

it's almost ironic, the way being honest puts this distance between them.

eventually there comes a day—probably the anniversary of roger's death—where they are desperately lonely, even though they're literally within arm's reach of each other, and some brave member of their crew forces the issue. they realize that they've been overthinking everything, apologize, reconcile, and it's like the last piece of a puzzle sliding into place. it's just that easy. if you're here for romance, they probably get together at this point.

from that point forward, the crew never know shanks and buggy to be anything other than perfectly in sync—though they do still have the occasional spat about something silly and pointless. (buggy still claims shanks cheated somehow when they took the temperature at the south pole.)

buggy isn’t happy about shanks giving luffy his hat, but he understands why he did it. (he heard what luffy said his dream was, same as shanks.) he gives shanks a knowing look, part amusement and part exasperation, as they head back to their ship and out of luffy’s life.

this buggy is also very smug about being an emperor-level crew, but he's a little more settled, doesn't rub it in your face so much. he feels safer pushing back against shanks on certain things—he insists they need to dock at wano and see the kozukis, if no one else—and where shanks ignores his other officers when he's set in his ways, shanks will listen to buggy. he might still say no, but he always hears him out.

and yeah, i think they're happy. they're together. they're successful. their dreams—well, those are still in progress, but it's a good life they're living. why wouldn't they be happy?

[yoitsjay]

The Hunt Begins (Ch. 1

Pairings: Hunter x gn! Reader

Summary: An old friend requests your help with some clients of hers, and you're more than happy to oblige... discovering that your goals align more closely than you would have thought.

Warnings: Pirates are cool, botched pirate commands and shit, idk how to sail a boat.

Word count: 3,123

“Hoist the sails, boys, and catch the wind! We'll be hitting land in the near tenday! let's make the trip faster!”

A strong voice, your voice carried out over your ship, your crew, loyal to the bone to you and your word- do all that you say and they raise the sail’s higher, catching the gusts of wind which would push the ship faster.

Reaching the city of Old Ord Mantell would be no issue, the issue was the seas were no longer wild and free under the war between the Separatists and the Republic, it was entirely under the control of the new Empire and the oceans became dangerous… especially for pirates it seemed.

“Captain, there are Imperial ships ahead!” One of your crew shouted, and with a peak through your spyglass you hummed. “And a storm is approaching! Man the cannons and lower the sails, we drift in the storm and we pass by the Imps! nothing will stray our course to Ord!” You shouted, gripping the wheel of your ship.

The storm you had tasted on your tongue had come as quick as you mentioned it, the fog now obscuring your ship from view as the Imperial ships scrambled to avoid rock and certain death. But you had sailed these waters under the guise of fog many times, and soon you had docked at the island of Ord Mantell.

“My crew! stay on the ship and clean it up a little! we must look presentable for our new stowaways!” you exclaimed, hearing the cackles from your crew as you grabbed a rope and swung down to the dock, tossing the rope back up to the ship before adjusting the hat on your head.

“Right then Ciddy, here I come.” You muttered to yourself, walking out of the docks and further into the busy city of Ord Mantell. As you walked you caught stares from the civilians, and in return you gave them snotty looks of your own, one hand resting on the hilt of your sword, which was a beautiful craft of sharp steel, gilded in gold.

You had stolen it from a pirate Captain who was assumed to be dead, and now he really was and his ship became yours, same with the old captains gold and crew and basically everything. Crew’s were always loyal to the money.

Your appearance was always changing, clothes wize anyway, but currently you were wearing a loose white tunic with dirt splotches all over. The tunics shoulders were ripped off, which exposed the skin underneath but you didn’t care for much fabric. Thr tunic was also completely unbuttoned, but tucked into your pants in a way where it only showed the center of your chest instead of the whole thing. On top you also wore a sleeveless black vest that was also tucked into your pants.

Over that you wore a mustard yellow sash which acted like a belt almost if it wasn't for the leather belt you had wrapped around your waist which held your gun holster, and sword sheath. Your pants were a dark brown and very baggy, the lower part of your pants from the knees down being tucked into the tight leather boots you wore.

They were worn with years spent on the sea, leather straps being the only things keeping your boots on your feet. Finally, resting on your forearms were two leather braces which hid a plethora of throwing knives.

And atop your head rested a large pirate hat with a gold chain wrapped around the base, and hanging from the chain was a string of beads with a blue and purple dragon scale hanging from the end. That was probably the item that caught most people's eyes, but you didn’t kill a dragon of course, you did, however, steal it from someone who did.

Eventually your steps carried you to your favorite tavern, Cid’s parlor where she had sent you a letter requesting your assistance, and owing her a small debt you obliged. One step after the other you entered the tavern, scanning around the room before your eyes landed on the older but in no way unfit woman who was cleaning glasses at the bar.

When she spotted you in the doorway she grinned, setting the glass down whilst making her way over to you. “Captain! so good to see you.” Cid exclaimed, but you simply rolled your eyes. “I’m sure it is Ciddarin, now where are these men i’m supposed to harbor from the empire?” You questioned, slowly turning when Cid had pointed to one of the tables behind you.

There stood five men, and one small child whom you offered a smile too before approaching the men with the half skull tattoo, moving onto the man with glasses, who looked nearly identical to the much taller man who stood behind him, eye adorned with a crosshair tattoo, and then you stared at the tallest of the five men, seeing half his skull adorned with what looked like explosions scars, and finally your attention went to the man who stood with surprisingly well built and manufactured metal legs, followed by a metal hand with such intricate craftsmanship that it could move when willed by the man who wore it.

“My my… I know magic exists but your craftsmanship is exquisite… who built you?” Were the first words that you uttered to the five men, you stepped forward to take a closer look, but a hand was quickly placed on your shoulder and you were pushed back. The man with the half skull tattoo and the bandana now in front of you. “He was not built, now Cid tells us you're a Captain… a pirate Captain, but one that can help us, is that true?” he asked, and you stared down at him.

You were taller than him by a few inches, which sparked a bit of annoyance in his facial features from what you could tell, but you didn’t really mind that. Instead, you went right to the thought about payment.

“That depends…” You trailed off, looking at the five men, and then down at the young girl. “I need a few things in return… one, can you pay me. Two, can you provide your friends large muscles and clear explosive expertise to me and my crew? the oceans are ever so dangerous now, and having someone to deal with my new cannons could be such a big aid.” You expressed, locking eyes with the man in front of you.

He stared at you for a few moments, as if he didn’t want to risk tearing his eyes off you, but regardless of that he turned to look at the large man, who nodded. “We can lend you all our skills, if you help us find our ship The Marauder, and the pirates who stole it.” The man bargained, extending his hand to shake yours.

You hummed, no gold but some exceptional help instead? “Alright… I'd be tempted… who’s the pirate and ship you're going after?” You asked, hands still firmly planted on your hips as you waited for an answer.

“Captain Redler… of the Re-”

“The Red Death? You want me to risk mind, limb and crew for your ship and go after The Red Death?” You exclaimed, taking a step back with a shocked look on your face, before it quickly dissipated and you grinned instead, taking two steps forward as you grasped his hand, shaking it almost excitedly.

“You’ve got a deal sir, welcome to the Death’s Call.” You welcomed, seeing the looks of surprise on the men's faces.

“I’ve been hunting that ship for years, Captain Red stole my mothers life, and my dignity. there's no honor in killing a mother.” You explained, releasing the man's hand as you gestured for Cid to pour some drinks. “Some introductions are in order i think? my name is Y/n, but you all may call me Captain or Cap, for now anyway.” You winked at the man with the half skull tattoo, pulling up a stool at their table as Cid brought drinks over.

“okay… well Im Hunter and these are my brothers Tech, Crosshair, Wrecker and Echo. and This young girl is our sister, Omega.” He introduced, pointing to each person as he did so. “Tech and Crosshair, you are twins i assume?” You asked, and they nodded. You then looked at Echo, offering him a smile.

“apologies for my bold words earlier, but it’s been so long since i’ve seen such fine metal work like that before.” You explained, pulling off one of your gloved bracers to reveal your own metal arm, with the same kind of intricate nerve work that Echo had.

“Got this on Skako Minor a long time ago.” You stated before putting the gloved bracer back on. You noticed the wide eyes from Echo, but he said nothing so you carried on, now looking at Wrecker.

“Can you handle explosives, big guy?” You asked, seeing him grin and nod. “Hell yeah i can! just you wait!” He exclaimed, making you laugh before you looked down at the young girl. “And what can you do lass?” You asked, lifting your hat up with one hand as you ran the other through your hair before planting your hat on your head once more, still smiling at the girl.

“I can do a little bit of everything, but maps and puzzles are my specialty.” She stated, making you grin even wider. “You’ll make a perfect treasure hunter then. A liberator of ancient wonders as my dear sister would say.” You grinned. “She’s adopted but don’t tell her that.” You added, winking at the girl.

“You leaned back, looking at Hunter now as you sipped from the glass in front of you. “I will have my crew set up six extra bunks for you all, and after a much needed supply run we will leave tomorrow evening, thats when we can get out of harbor the easiest. Then we plan our routes and set a course for The Red Death.” You stated, seeing the man nod. “sounds good to us.” He replied, and you raised your glass in the air.

“To new friendships then! and to what awaits us at Death's Call” You offered as a toast, seeing the men hesitate for a moment before slowly raising their glasses as well.

“To new friendships!” Wrecker exclaimed, clinking his glass against yours before downing all the liquid that rested inside it.

You grinned and leaned back, nodding to Cid who was at the bar, silently asking for another round. As you drank and talked with these men, you couldn't help but wonder…

Maybe these were the men you needed, the crew that was written in parchment by the witch herself who cursed you to forever search and hunt the Red Death would be these men…

The men you would kill Captain Red with, and take his ship as your own…

You couldn’t help the smile creep up your face as hope shimmered in your eyes, you could finally free yourself… freedom that was well deserved.

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When dawn came around the next morning you found yourself in your own bed, with no memory of how you got there you slowly pushed yourself up, rubbing your face in your hands. “Ugh..” You murmured to yourself, pushing the blankets aside, rising to your feet shortly after. You were still fully clothed so nothing scandalous had happened, not like you were celibut or anything, but you didn’t want to risk any nasty diseases, especially as a pirate whose health was already at risk.

You weren’t called Captain Y/n the Clean killer for no reason. You kept yourself clean, and you were a killer… all worked out for you though, for the most part anyway.

Regardless you tidied yourself up before making your way up the stairs and to the top deck, where your men were already working away and preparing the ship for departure for when you got more supplies and rations for the long and dangerous trip.

You saluted a few men as you walked towards your right hand, your adopted sister Phee, who looked at you with a grin. “I don't think our stowaways have been in comfortable cots, they're still asleep.” She chuckled, making you smile.

“Well their sergeant Hunter is coming with me for the supplies. Can you gather half the gold and send Bast to wake them? No one sleeps in on The Death's Call, nobody but the young kid anyway.” You stated, and Phee nodded, sending Bast to wake the bad batch, which you had remembered them to be called.

Phee eventually returned with your larger pouch of gold which you slung over your back, and no later the Bad batch was standing in front of you, waiting for instructions. “Sergeant Hunter, will you and Wrecker accompany me during the supply run? Some strong arms would be greatly appreciated for all the mouths we have to feed.” You requested, and Hunter nodded.

“Of course, you're helping us so we will help you any way we can.” He started, taking a step closer with Wrecker right behind him. You turned to your sister, smiling. “Get the Ship prepared to leave when we arrive back. Have our new additions clean what you think needs to be cleaned. And as for the child? She can try and beat Ringus And Plim in Sabaak, I want to see how good her strategy is when I come back… have them bet from my stash too.” You ordered, and started walking off the ship and back towards the docks.

You loomed back to make sure Hunter and Wrecker were following you, and when they were you led them back into town and to the marketplace, heading to your usual vendor where you got double the supplies than normal. As everything was being processed, you turned to Hunter.

“So, what brings you all here? Your obvious uniforms scream Republic so… you're obviously soldiers. But why aren't you part of the Empire?” You asked, crossing your arms over your chest as you stared expectantly.

Hunter pursed his lips for a moment before sighing. “We uh- we've never been a team that followed orders, and after a lot of our friends got killed, we definitely wouldn't be following the Empire's orders. So we deserted and ended up working for Cid, but then our ship got stolen and Cid told us she had a friend with a big ship and crew with a history to the Red Death, so here we are.” He explained, and you hummed, giving him a look from head to toe Before turning to the salesman.

“Thanks Drummond, say hi to the wife for me yea?” You asked, gesturing for Wrecker to grab the large bags of food so he could put them in the handy little wagon you had for supply runs.

You didn't ask many more questions after that, but you and Wrecker grew comfortable around each other quite quickly, and so in return Hunter also grew comfortable, and started making small chatter with you as you continued the supply run, asking about some of your more famous stories and adventures.

“Most of them are very exaggerated, but there are some stories that are favorites of mine, ones that I've told that are all true. Like the story of the Lovers lockets… legend says that two lovers, two women specifically, were blessed by the goddess of love. However one terrible night, the god of war grew jealous of the attention these women were attracting. So he came down to them in their slumber and stole one of the women away forever.”

You paused, sucking in a breath before continuing.

“It is said that the God left behind two lockets, and the second woman held onto them for centuries, hoping that one day under the light of the moon her lover would come back. The God then came that very night, and gave her two options. One was she could be reunited with her lover, but be forced to endless torture by seeing her lover get loved by him, or she could take the two lockets and make the desolate and dangerous journey to the gods domain to free her lover.”

You paused again, tucking a loose piece of hair behind your ear, talking with another sailsman before turning to Hunter. “She of course chose the latter option, and made the dangerous journey to free her lover. But along the way the god sabotaged her, and tore the lockets from her grasp, shattering them into pieces before casting her into the everburning flames… anyway the legends say that the lovers souls put the pieces of the lockets back together, but they were cast to the edges of the world, never to be touched or worn by lovers again…”

You let out a soft chuckle, reaching from around your neck where you revealed one of the lockets. “I found them, and I reunited them. But Captain Red stole the second from me. The bastard… so every day I stare at this locket, and I just make myself more determined to find the bastard.” You huffed, loading the last of the supplies into the cart with Wreckers help.

“That's definitely one interesting story.” Hunter replied, and you grinned at him. “Of course it is! But some of the best stories are often the truest.” You replied, and gestured For the two men to follow, making their way back to your ship.

Your crew helped offload all the supplies while you brought Hunter and Wrecker to your office where a large map was spread across a table. You asked Phee to get the other brothers, pulling up your chair at the table. “This… this is where we begin.” You explained, eyeing the three other brothers as they walked in, flanked closely by Omega.

“There will be many challenges ahead. But I have faith that no matter what trial we have to face, we will beat it.” You stated, turning to Omega. “Did you enjoy the games I set up for you little one?” You asked her, kneeling down to her level as she beamed at you before revealing all the gold that you had allotted your men to bet with. You laughed, ruffling the girl's hair. “You can keep it.” You said, glancing at Hunter as you noticed his widened eyes.

“take it as a… gift of good will.” You told him, grabbing a dagger from your belt as you stuck it in a certain area on your map. “Here is where I last saw The Red Death… and so there is where we must begin.”

[missmiseryguts]

Also PRETTY PLS WITH A FLIP TON OF WHIP CREAM ON TOM RAMBLE TO ME ABOUT EMPRESS IN UR AU she's of my favs in the og!!! (Along with the Movie Birds and MU lol)

Cackles maniacally. I HAVEN'T DONE MUCH ON EMPRESS HERSELF, PER SE, BUT THIS IS WHAT I HAVE!!!

She's pretty much identical to how she acts in normal a hat in time, really LOL. The difference is her battle which is.. Probably in her office? That was my plan, I think. The plan Hood and Mu made i haven't actually worked on, but it ends in Mu sneaking around Empress' office looking for the Timepiece, Empress catches her, monologues, shows that Hood has been caught, oh shit battle start. HA.

For her attacks, I actually had the idea of her keeping her jewel gun thing.. And maybe it being powered by Mus Timepiece! It shoots out . Tttthings. I also wanted to use the environment like mafia boss fight does, with falling sandbags and stuff, so I was thinking since it's in her office, fucking file cabinets fall over and make the terrain harder to navigate and stuff??? Another attack is probably her trying to scratch Mu, like how Empress does to hat kid if you hit her in the main game, and perhaps an attack where she throws Nyakuza cats at Mu or something BAHAHAHA

Something I also did with the metro in general that relates to Empress is... Ok I can't remember if this is canon or not, but there's a lot of missing posters around the metro, and when you go missing in the metro??? You'll never be found again. Xoxo. Because Empress kills the fuckers. HAHAHA. I had an idea of Hood & Bows parents being 'missing'.. Gulp

Empress also HATES HOOD. WITH ALL HER HEART. Hood is the one sneaky little BRAT she can't seem to catch, like a game of cat and mouse, so during the boss fight when Hood is FINALLY CAPTURED I'd say Empress might actually put her in danger or something. Like in base game, Mu us just kinda dangling there HELP. Empress also might just keep Hood there to ' make her watch her friend die ' or something. God I love this wicked cruel bitch. She's probably got some hatred for Bow, too.. Hoods her main target though, since she's more open with her destruction and graffiti LMAO.

I also think I mentioned how Empress shows that Hood was captured before the battle, instead of how in the mafia boss fight Mu is just shown dangling halfway through, I thought this was cool... Like Hood panicking realizing Empress is gonna hurt Mu?!? Imagine her trying to convince Empress not to, saying it was her fault and her idea and telling her to leave Mu alone... Before being told to shut the fuck up by Empress LMFAO. POOR HOOD.

Her in the spaceship too.. She became the ball of blood yarn, courtesy of Hood, and stays around in the library! Yeah, I've been cooking. I've changed some of the areas of Mus spaceship around! Mechanical room has become the library, filled with storybooks, and other stuff. Mu will obviously still have a mechanical room. She probably shoved it in the basement. BAHAHAHS. The mechanics and workings of your ship??? Not important! FUNNY STORIES?!?! URRRAAAHHHHHHHHH

Anyways, she hangs out in the library and sells the guidebook badge! Which points Mu to nearby relics.. I thought that would be fun.. Anyways that's all I have of Empress for now, I'll definitely be adding more probably LOL, but her swap is different from the others so she stays relatively the same personality wise, and through her actions too LOL. She is feral <3

[seventhdoctor]

Yugioh GX season 1 is so funny when you watch with the knowledge that the protag has a secondhand bodycount that only the principal knows about.

The kid with a secondhand bodycount is applying to your school? Sure, but he only gets in if he makes the grade - but oh no, his train is late and your elitist teacher is trying to reject him before he even gets a chance? Well, maybe you can grease the wheels a bit.

Your elitist teacher is openly cackling about the matched he rigged to get the kid with a secondhand bodycount expelled? Do nothing, say nothing. Make a snippy comment when the kid with a secondhand bodycount wins anyway.

Need some top-tier duelists to protect the keys to unleashing the god cards lite? Okay, maybe the kid with a secondhand bodycount does make sense here. Or it could still be a terrible idea.

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...

...You know what? Originally I left it here for the joke but actually no, I'm gonna pull out my tinfoil hat and talk about the other kid at DA with a dueling bodycount. No, not Hell Kaiser. Not the abandoned dorm stuff. Not any of the kids who hold seances to summon duel spirits for a winter horror episode or anything. I mean:

Motegi, AKA Belowski. The season 1 opponent who's introduced for a one-off episode and then left to cameo a couple times in the rest of the series, mostly in crowd shots. He's at DA as late as the series finale, at which point he's been a student for six years (Judai's first year is his fourth). And he might be there even longer! I'm not even sure he's even allowed to graduate, as opposed to being indefinitely contained at Duel Academia.

If Judai still had Yubel around when he started at Duel Academia, and they were found to be causing problems...would Judai be isolated the same way Motegi does? It's not like DA has the resources to actually handle their spirit problems, and yet the resources it does have make it a better place than most to keep them in the meantime.

GX has a lot of weird one-off episodes whose implications are never fully explored but the Motegi episode stuck with me, so much that I wrote a whole fic as a baby GX fan trying to imagine what his deal was. Now in the year 2k23 I'm looking at this and wondering what his situation could have suggested for Judai's fate if his spirit/dueling bodycount problem hadn't taken a couple more years to rear its head...

[mmkin]

Shark Bait ch 6 (Arlong x Reader)

Shark Bait has been updated. AO3 link here, story also included under the cut.

Content/trigger warnings - abuse (of various kinds), noncon, dead dove! NSFW, blah blah.

VI

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Nami comes back from another trip, the freedom of her village so close she can taste it, and you’re happy for her. Considering what she’d been through for the last eight years, not just with Arlong, but risking her life against pirates to collect the money to pay off her debt, you find it impossible to feel jealous of her impending freedom.

You stay where you usually do – the sidelines – and watch the drama unfold as the Straw Hats come to the island in pursuit of their friend and their boat. Nami’s under a lot of stress, and so are you because Arlong is pissed off about these Straw Hats, especially after the one with the slingshot attacked Arlong in Cocoyashi Village. Oh, how he roared and thrashed around, and his fishmen had to restrain him. Much as they dislike humans, the fishmen are pragmatic enough to not allow Arlong to destroy another village.

But oh, he finds other ways to express his bad mood. He’s a bully, and mean, and big and strong. He might be loyal to his nakama, but that doesn’t mean they’re immune to his sarcastic comments or foul moods.

It's been so long since he had his rule directly challenged so close to home. Navy ships, ha! A simple conquest for fishmen, but a handful of teenagers are proving to be more of a problem than the arrogant sharkman wants to admit.

You’ve been ground under the heel of Arlong and his friends, your old life almost seeming nothing more than a dream. You let Arlong and his crew use you as they please, and they make sure to remind you constantly what a slut you are, and how honored that a half-human like you should be able to serve them so intimately. Regardless of whatever privileges Arlong grants you, you’re still his fucktoy, and that was the fate you were resigned to until you hear Arlong talking to Nezumi and telling him about Nami’s Berry stash.

After Nezumi leaves, you whip around to Arlong as the fishmen cackle over Arlong exploiting the loophole in his deal with Nami.

“You’re despicable!” you say, displaying more fire than you have in a while. This only makes Arlong and his peers laugh harder. Your first thought is to run to Nami and warn her, but as if he reads your mind, he grabs your arm, pulling you into his lap as he grins down at you.

“Little clownfish. Why be so concerned over a silly little human? I buy her presents and clothes, just as I do for you. She’ll just keep on making her maps for the rest of her life, fulfilling her purpose as a useful human in the Arlong Empire!”

You squirm and try to kick your way out of his lap, but as you’ve already learned – and been reminded of often – you’re nothing against a pack of full-grown and powerful fishmen. Arlong takes you right then and there, reminding you of your position within the crew as his men watch their captain force you into submission despite your screams and struggles before he throws you into a cell to keep you from interfering, telling you that the rest of his crew will take their time to remind you where you belong when this silly little affair with the Straw Hats is over. Part of you is terrified. But the other part of you is aroused at that thought.

You stand just outside of Arlong Park, mouth agape at the sight of the grand structure in ruins. You almost can’t believe it, but it actually fucking happened. Arlong and his men had been defeated by humans. Mere humans, even if the leader of them was a Devil Fruit user.

Humans – at least some of them – are not as weak and pathetic as Arlong thinks. (Thought, perhaps?) You remain in the shadows under the trees, but Nami notices you and runs over to you.

“Y/n! Are you all right?” she asks.

“I should ask the same of you,” you whisper hoarsely, noticing her bandaged shoulder. You look past said shoulder to the ruins of the park. “Is he…”

“Barely alive. But the Marines – good ones – will be coming to collect Arlong and his men.”

“So… it's over. It's finally over," you breathe, falling to your knees. She sinks next to you and pulls you into her arms as you cry.

“Yes. I’m free. My village is free. You and your mom are free!” she says. This makes you cry harder but from happiness.

You consider your options.

You can go back to your island like nothing had ever happened. After all, there's no more tribute to be paid, and your mother will be happy to see you. You can put this all behind you.

You could take Nami’s invitation and join her crew. Luffy’s enthusiastic about having a half-fishwoman on his crew, and being Nami’s friend certainly doesn’t hurt anything. Going on an adventure doesn’t sound too bad.

Arlong didn't use you as a combatant, but you did plenty enough support work because even with only half the typical Fishman strength, you're still five times stronger than a human and that strength is doubled in the water just like any other fishman. You've learned about ships – and how to take them apart, like you've been taught by Arlong's crew. You could go after the Marine ship that has Arlong and his men on board, attack it from the outside, and help Arlong and his men break free.

Y/n, what do you do?

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Well, that was an interesting experiment for me. I normally write more vanilla/consensual stuff, but was feeling a bit dark/kinky and was inspired by the prompt mentioned in the first note for this story. So this was a bit of an experiment for me. I know there’s way dark/worse stuff out there, but this was still quite an experience for me to write this sort of project. I hope you enjoyed it, and I welcome feedback, ideas, or suggestions.