#moana word crawl

[saving-word-crawls]

Moana Crawl

By: Imps

Here’s the Moana-themed World Crawl I put together for a past NaNo, reposted for 2018. Enjoy!

“In the beginning, there was only ocean…” It’s time to create some word “islands” in the “ocean” of your blank page! Start off with 3 minutes of writing , plain and simple.

Maui steals the Heart of Te Fiti, only for the Heart to be lost in the ocean when he is struck down by Te Ka. Sprint to 500 words as the search for the Heart of Te Fiti begins, as does your adventure as Moana.

Let’s fast-forward to Moana’s early childhood. You’re exploring the shore when you see a helpless baby turtle. Write for 5 minutes as you try to lead it to the water.

If you write fewer than 300 words, you have to fight off birds looking to make a snack of the turtle. Write for 3 more minutes as you protect the turtle.

If you write 300 words or more, things go smoothly and you’re done.

The ocean interacts with you, and gives you a strange gift that you wind up losing. You don’t get much time to look for it, because your father, the Chief of Motunui, soon shows up and takes you away. He teaches you the ways of life on Motunui. Write for the length of the song Where You Are 9 . (If you don’t want to listen while you write, or can’t access the song, it is 3 and a half minutes long.)

By the time you’re sixteen, it seems you are on track to take over as Chief. Sprint to 600 words as you help the villagers with their various problems.

Everyone is proud of you… But it turns out the call of the ocean isn’t something you can forget. Write for the length of the song How Far I’ll Go 7 . (Again, if you don’t want to or can’t listen, the song is 2 and a half minutes long.)

But you only started thinking about the ocean because of some of the problems plaguing Motuni! The biggest problem is that there are no fish to be found within the reef. Write for 5 minutes as you try to take a boat out beyond the reef.

If you write fewer than 300 words, your attempt is a disaster, and you must write 300 more words .

If you write 300 or more words … Well, you attempt is still a disaster, but it could have been a bigger one.

Grandma Tala catches you after you wash up on the shore, and reveals the secret history of Motunui. As you learn that your people were once voyagers, write for the length of the song We Know The Way 6 . (Alternatively, write for 2 and a half minutes.)

You are given the Heart of Te Fiti, which Grandma Tala has kept since your encounter with the ocean as a toddler. You had thought that was a dream! If the Heart of Te Fiti is restored, you can save Motunui… If not, all the islands of the ocean will be destroyed. Sprint to 500 words as you try to convince your father and the rest of the village to help you restore the Heart.

No one is listening to you, but when Grandma Tala passes on, you know you must take this journey, even if it’s one you’ll take alone. Your first step? Finding Maui, who must help you restore the Heart. But it’s easier said than done. You know how to get there, but you don’t know how to sail. Write for 5 minutes or have a word war as you attempt to navigate the ocean.

If you write less than 300 words or lose the word war , you must write for 3 more minutes as you try to survive a terrible storm.

If you hit 300 words or more, or win the word war , you manage to stay out of the way of the storm, but are still lost.

One way or another, you eventually end up on the island where Maui is, and meet the egotistical demigod. Write for the length of the song You’re Welcome 3 . (Alternatively, write for 3 minutes.)

Now you must convince him to help you. Sprint to 200 words until you realize Maui has taken off with your boat.

You manage to catch up with Maui – thanks, ocean! – but soon the Kakamora attack. Write for 5 minutes as you fight them off.

If you write 300 or fewer words, the battle takes a turn for the worse as their ship seems to multiply. Write an extra 100 words to finish things up.

If you write 300 or more words , you manage to scare those little coconut-armor-wearing pirates off quickly! Continue your voyage!

The next stop on this trip is Lalotai, the Realm of Monsters, where you and Maui must retrieve his hook from the crab monster Tamatoa. Write for 8 minutes during the very long fall.

If you write fewer than 500 words , you land far from Tamatoa’s lair, and must face some truly spooky monsters before reuniting with Maui. Write 200 more words as you do so.

If you write 500 or more words , you land outside Tamatoa’s lair. Good work!

Now you and Maui have to work together to get the Hook back from Tamatoa. Write for the length of the song Shiny 3 . (Alternatively, write for 3 minutes.)

Maui is impressed with how you handle yourself in Lalotai, and even agrees to teach you wayfinding. Sprint to 500 words while he shows you the ropes .

You finally deliver Maui and the Heart of Te Fiti across the ocean, and have made it to Te Fiti. Time for Maui to restore that heart! However, Te Ka is there – and your reckless attempt to get past her gets Maui’s fishhook damaged. The trust between you two is broken. Sprint to 400 words as you reflect on your actions .

When all seems lost, the spirit of Grandma Tala helps you finally see who you are and why you were chosen for this quest. Write for the length of the song I Am Moana (Song of the Ancestors) 2 . (Alternatively, write for 3 minutes.)

You will restore the Heart of Te Fiti, even if you must do it alone… But you don’t have to. Maui comes through in the end, having forgiven you and realized that he is more than just the power of his fishhook. Write for 8 minutes or have a word war as the two of you try to get to Te Fiti .

If you write less than 500 words or lose the word war, the dangerous struggle nearly seems hopeless, and Maui’s fishhook is broken in the process. Write 200 more words.

If you write 500 words or more, or win the word war, you manage to get to Te Fiti with relative ease.

Either way, something shocks you when you get to the Mother Island: she’s not there. That’s when you realize that when Te Fiti’s Heart was stolen, she became the demon Te Ka. Write 500 words as you bravely let Te Ka come to you, and return her heart.

Te Ka becomes Te Fiti once more, and after saying a heartfelt goodbye to Maui, you set sail for Motunui, where your family greets you with joy and pride. Your people start to sail again, and you take your place as Chief in your own, unique way. Write for 5 minutes . You know the way.

[mbat]

the fact that disney is more determined to give us "amazing" visuals rather than good stories and songs anymore is insulting

like they act like they cant have it all. youre the biggest studio ever, you own more companies than anything ever should, you have more money than i can even concieve of.

YOU ARE FULLY CAPABLE OF GIVING US MOVIES THAT ARE AMAZING IN EVERY ASPECT. SO FUCKING SHOW IT

[ncsdlr]

Sailor's Treasure

Marvel

AU

Warnings: dub!con(?), undetailed overstim, a sprinkle of fluff, hopeful ending

Pairings: Pirate!Wanda Maximoff x fem!reader

Word Count: 3380

A/N: I was about to finish this (literally so close) but then another idea popped into my head and I couldn't really help it so i put this aside and worked on that one. If you find this first, props to you, you're doing it in order. Also, I for sure missed a few things that should have a warning on them, I got lazy:/

----------------------

As her ship swayed to a halt, Wanda stood at her wheel and gazed upon all that lived on the island they'd chosen to take a stop-over. Then in the distance, she spotted something moving behind the bushes, mirroring her position as they both stared at each other, one looking into be shaking in the cold night air while one stood calm and curious. Wanda got the vibe that you knew she knew you were there, and that you knew she had seen you. 

Wanda turned back to her crew for a second, bidding her goodbyes to them but not exactly telling them where she would be heading. She feared what they might do to you wouldn't be as gentle as what she would do. When she turned back to look at you, the space you once occupied was empty. Wanda wondered where you could be and stepped off her ship, surveying the surrounding area of where you used to be. 

Wanda was halfway across the distance from her ship to the bush you were hiding behind, and when she reached that spot, you were not there. She looked left and right, even behind her, but no. All she found was her remaining crew packing up their equipment. A snap of a twig caught her attention, and she moved quickly to reach whatever made the noise, hoping it was you. To her delight, it was you, crouched down beside a tree covering your head with your hands in an attempt to hide yourself better. 

The woman found you amusing, a tiny little thing, looking about as innocent as a little bunny. She wasn't even sure if you knew she had already found you or not, and this truly almost made her laugh. While Wanda hovered over you, she scanned your small body, adorned with thin, ripped-up rags, a beige bra covering your chest under the tattered sheets you seem to register as clothes. Despite the ragged, destroyed, and dirtied clothing, you looked rather beautiful, innocent almost. It felt so right to Moana to see that you were hiding like this. She looks so corruptible, Moana thought. 

"Y'know, ye'r bad at hiding." You gasped sharply and crawled backward on your hands, grazing them on pointy rocks in the process. Wanda only followed you though, walking closer to you while watching you inch away from her little by little. It was futile really, to attempt to seek safety when she was capable of manhandling you back to harm if she wanted to. 

Wanda held the laugh that threatened to escape her for your mind's sake, trying her best not to scare you even more by showing you the kindest eyes she could. She didn't know why, but the more she looked at you, the more she couldn't contain her sloppy desires. It was something about you, something she could not determine that forced her carnality out of her. You made her want to just tear you apart, touch you, ruin you, fuck you for all that you were worth. Wanda wanted to touch your pretty face, caress your hair, feel your skin on her hands, and dig her nails into the supple flesh of your thighs.

So that's what Wanda did, taking a cautious step towards you and kneeling to see you better all the while your body trembled with fear, keeping eye contact with her. Wanda thought, gods she will be the death of me. Wanda placed her hand on your knee lightly, watching as you glanced at it before looking back into her eyes. 

"What's ye'r name, Lil girl?" You looked at the woman apprehensively, your hands clasped tightly over your chest. For safety measures, you shifted slightly before deciding that she seemed harmless enough to trust with your name. 

"Y-Y/N" Your eyes were wide and seemed accusing, Wanda didn't like that, so she worked to change your fearful view of her. Wanda gently cupped your face, closing the space between your lips and hers to be only a hair away from kissing you. 

"Ye'r really pretty, girlie. How 'bout y'let me take care o' ya? I'll make y'feel s'good, lil girl." Wanda tucked your hair behind your ears, looking into your shining doe eyes while you nodded dumbly. The proximity between you and Wanda was dizzying, and the sailor was well aware of the strong effect she had on you. Wanda shamelessly got off to the thought of flustering you. 

"Y'gotta trust me now, pretty girl." She murmured, taking hold of your face and closing the gap. Finally, you thought. This whole time you were wondering when things would progress. You were still apprehensive, Wanda felt that in the way your bottom lip trembled against hers as you kissed her back. Your pussy spoke differently though, the heat from it radiating against Wanda's thigh that you didn't know was between your legs. 

Wanda pressed her thigh against your core rather harshly, causing you to gasp into her mouth. Her fingers played with the thin strap of your clothes, honestly considering whether or not she should just rip the fabric off your body completely. I mean, it was already torn anyway, so what could be the harm, Wanda thought. So that's what she did, harshly exposing your sweaty skin to the cold night air as your clothes are ripped off of you. 

Wanda's hands wander all over your body, touching every inch of you that she could reach. Her kisses traveled south, sucking blush red marks that would turn a deep shade of purple later on your chest and your neck before pressing feather-light kisses between the valley of your plush breast, the same breasts that she squeezed and pulled at like they were some form of stress balls in her rough hands. 

Her hands on you drove you to the brink of an orgasm, the way Wanda's lips unknowingly ghosted over the gills on your neck earlier made you let out a stifled moan, gripping at the veld below you to ground yourself. Her kisses feel heavenly on you, and from the way, she kept biting at the cups of your bra with her fingertips, you aided the woman by taking them off of your body yourself. The woman gripped at your tits further, missing the way they shone with a peculiar sparkle, a sparkle that humans certainly did not have. 

You didn't even realize the way Wanda had moved to kneel between your legs, and she found the way you looked even more laughable. Your mouth was agape, your eyes lazily open and staring right back at her. It seemed that your body and mind were here but you were officially clouded. Good, Wanda thought gripping your hips and pulling you closer so that your hot mound was pressed against hers. 

"Y'ready to feel good, girlie?" Wanda asked, looking into your eyes as if she was staring into your soul. You answered her with a mere nod, your hazy brain unable to verbalize your nod. But, of course, this was not enough for Wanda, she was not satisfied by your stupid nod. She wanted you to speak, and voice your opinion on the matter. Wanda resorted to gripping your face tightly, growling her next words into your mouth.

"Y'gotta speak up or I won't be touchin' ya at all."

"Yes, I'm ready." You hurried out, nodding along to your words in case she wanted more than just your words as well. If earlier you were terrified of the redheaded woman and wanted to rid yourself of her, now you just wanted her inside you. 

Creatures of your kind had naturally high libidos, but ever since the attack last year, you were the only one to survive, having to pleasure yourself in times of desperation. It was never enough though, your fingers felt too thin and unpleasurable. You needed something more, someone else to do it for you because you couldn't make yourself cum the way other people did. You were so undeniably horny right now, and both you and Wanda knew she was the only one who could alleviate the hot pain in your abdomen. 

Finally, after what felt like years of waiting as a wet mess, Wanda's hand dipped down between your legs, touching your sweet pussy. You cringed as her cold fingertips toyed with you, the semi-unfamiliar feeling jolting you back to reality. You felt as though Wanda should take you right there, fuck you hard and rough without much of a care for your wellbeing and the possible aftermath.

"Mommy, please." You begged, much to Wanda's amusement.

"What are ya beggin' for?" Wanda's eyes shined at you, showing you that she desired the same thing as you. Shameless fucking. Although Wanda clearly understood what you were begging for, she just found you adorably mirthful.

"Begging for you to fuck me, please." You furthered, adding your doe eyes into the mix of pouts and words. At this point, you were sure you'd do anything if it meant you'd have Wanda in you. Thankfully, Wanda aided your pleads, pushing her fingers past your slicked-up cunt and immediately curling her fingers. But of course, you can't have what you want just like that, Wanda thought.

As you lay there waiting for more, your eyes blinked open. You realized at that moment that Wanda's fingers were not moving. You literally cried, tears filling up your eyes and flowing down your cheeks to represent watching the sunset over the waterfalls. It felt beyond frustrating that Wanda just wouldn't move, teasing you all the while staring at you with a knowing look.

As your tears flowed freely, you thought, she won't tease me if I beg more. So, that's what you did, opening your mouth to speak when suddenly all that came out of you were choked and stuttered moans. It was then that Wanda began her onslaught upon your hole, curling her fingers in time with the rhythm pulling them in and out of you at a fast pace. It felt so good, so much so that your eyes were rolling to the back of your head, your back was arching, and one of your hands while the other continued to grip the grass beside you. 

Your cum came in spurts of clear, sticky liquid, pooling in Wanda's hand as she strived to keep going. By the time your pussy hurt, she was still going at it, fingering you like she wouldn't get the chance to anymore. Her hand only stopped when yours tried to weakly push her away, and your moans turned into pleasurable whimpers. You panted in her face as her kisses scattered all over your body. If you were being honest, you could barely feel her grounding kisses, each one seeming to dumb you down to nothing even more. 

Suddenly, Wanda pulled herself away from you, stripping you of the warmth you received from her. You meant to whine at the woman, but when you registered what she was doing you quickly shut yourself up and obviously gawked at her. Wanda was stripping herself of her clothing, taking each of them off piece by piece and in the process, teasing you with the sultry sway of her hips. As Wanda took off the last piece of clothing on her body, revealing her ample breasts and her toned, smooth-looking stomach, you watched her, taking note of every little mole on her beautiful body.

Your hands moved on their own accord, lightly placing themselves on the back of Wanda's plush thighs and pulling her closer to you. Wanda knelt beside you, caressing your cheeks with the tips of her fingers and pulling you closer to connect her mouth to yours. Then she kissed you with a foreign gentleness that you were not used to during a heated moment such as this. You were used to hot, incendiary sex - not to say that you were complaining because you were honestly loving this new side to lust that Wanda showed you - not this slow one where you were able to take a breath between intense orgasms.

"You're so pretty, Mommy." You murmured against her lips, quiet and soft in the semi-silent night blanketing your escapades with Wanda. In the dim moonlight, you could swear you saw the way a blush red shade crept up Wanda's cheeks. Honestly, there was nothing better to do than bring her closer to you once more for another kiss before she pulled away again, her warm breath fanning over your face as she did so.

"Thank ya, darlin', and call me Wanda." She smirked, her hand making its way to your hands while you nodded at her slowly. Wanda grabbed both of your hands in one of hers and held them above your head on the tree you were propped up against. "Im'na make ya cum like this one more time, then I'll take ya to m'ship. Is that alright h'ney?" 

"Yes, please." I just want you now, you thought, feeling the way your pussy clenched around nothing. Wanda scoffed a chuckle at you, lopsidedly grinning at you as two of her fingers easily entered your small hole. Then just like earlier, her finger drilled in and out of you, curling every so often to match her quick thrusts. You gasped and moaned, writhing and shaking, fists tightly clenching in Wanda's hold as the sinful skill of her fingers strived to take you entirely without leaving anything behind. 

Your cum was sticky, drenching everything within your range, including the ground, the inside of  your thighs, Wanda's hands, and her thighs. You thought she would top once you came in the slightest, but no. She proved you wrong, continuing to fuck you with her fingers relentlessly until you were screaming into the night sky. Wanda gave you a sickening smile as the two of you made eye contact, only then pulling out of you in a show of mercy. 

Wanda's fingers left you with a squelching pop, little squirts of your cum still occasionally spurting out of you due to the convulsions Wanda has caused you to have. The fingers Wanda used on you hovered over your mouth, your body making a move before you could even gather your bearings. The warmth of your mouth enveloped Wanda's deft fingers, sucking your own sweet arousal clean off of them before letting them go and leaning your head back as exhausted pants left your mouth. 

**** 

Let's just say Wanda really did take you to her big ship. You were even limping the whole way there before Wanda eventually decided that she carry you instead for efficiency. When the two of you got there, your canoodling fervently continued, heated but soft, rough but gentle. It overwhelmed you in all the best ways possible. 

You couldn't really describe it. All you knew was that you felt too good to even be alive. You swore in your mind that Wanda could probably kill you with her fingers given how talented they were and how good she was at using them. Let's not even get you started on her tongue. Boy that muscle really felt like some sort of thick drill with how powerful it felt inside of you. Her tongue reached inside of you the parts that you didn't even know existed, and it felt so damn good that it brought tears down you face and snot coming out of your nose. Disgusting. You couldn't get enough of it. It almost made you want to have her for breakfast.

Almost.

But right now, you can't think about that. What was important at this moment was the fact that you were being fucked from the back like a common village whore, bent over a table near a couch- you couldn't grasp why you couldn't just do it on the couch. Funny, Wanda had called you a slut earlier on. You loved it. You got so wet because of it.

If you were a slut, you were a slut for her.

"Wanda!" You cried out when her fingers played with your clit, rubbing at it tightly all the while she  fucked you relentlessly. Wanda grabbed a fistful of your hair and maneuvered you over to the couch. Fuck, you thought as the feeling of your high coming close again, your tears mixed with sweat pouring down your face like rainwater.

You were all but exhausted. You wanted more, and almost as if Wanda could read your mind, she gave you more by way of pulling your hips back against her harsh thrust, reaching even more of you. It almost seemed like she was trying to get in your stomach from down there. And so suddenly, with a loud scream came your sweet cum jetting out of you.

It surprised the both of you when it happened. That's not to say that you've never squitted before though - you have, many times -, but having Wanda make you do that felt different. It felt sinful, so hellish, and so ungodly. It felt right and so, so good. Wanda groaned behind you, somehow still being able to push in and pull out of you rather quickly despite how knowingly tight you were squeezing her very large cock. 

"This pussy is mine," Wanda said, pairing it with a hard thrust, making you squeal like a fucking baby. How pathetic of you. "I'ma make ya cum again, baby." That she did. And so many times too. Your face was thoroughly drenched in your tears by the end of it, begging Wanda to at least give you a ten-minute break if she still wanted to continue. She told you that the two of you had better get some rest for come morning time she would be taking you with her. Her exact words were, "I need to have ya."

And so have you she did. When her crew found out about you that same day, they called you out on your species. A shapeshifting siren, the unconcealed gills and scales on your neck being a dead giveaway of such fact. At first, you were scared of what they would do because your kind wasn't exactly well-liked. It helped a lot when you realized Wanda hadn't let go of your hand yet. When you looked up at Wanda, at that time, you really hoped that the genuineness in your eyes would reach her.

Wanda couldn't really resist it, not when she was staring into your eyes and seeing a million untold stories of good and bad. She could tell that there was more to you than just being a siren. Truth be told, Wanda had always wanted to see a siren- or at least, hear a siren song- so having you here right now surely wasn't a problem, right? 

In such little time from when the two of you started fucking and that morning, Wanda had grown to trust you somehow, which was strange given she was a sailor who dealt with stupid pirates trying to steal her riches. Knowing you were a siren would definitely change things, like right now with the two of you on the shoreline having, guess what? More sex.

"Oh, I'm yours, I'm yours!" Wanda pulled on the braids she did with your hair while humping you. She grunted and tugged on your hair, leaning closer to your ear to growl into it.

"Louder, baby, louder." As she ordered, you obeyed, moaning louder for her without much effort considering she was giving you everything you could ever ask for. No man or woman you've attracted to you before has ever made you feel like this. none of them stood a chance against Wanda's sharp and hasty thrusts into your dirty pussy. 

For the final time that day, you came with a scream, your whole body shuddering and shivering against Wanda as she held you close to her for warmth and comfort. Your eyes had disappeared into the back of your head, your jaw hanging open as your breath stabilized itself. Wanda cooed into your ear, heaving you into her arms and carrying you back into her ship all covered in sand- not that it mattered to her much. 

Wanda treated you well and fucked you well, and that was enough reason for you to stay with her as you found yourself growing more fond of her day by day. 

[kylesvariouslistsandstuff]

Yes indeed, here we are, at the cusp of MOANA 2's opening weekend.

Gigantic $57m opening Wednesday take, a little below INSIDE OUT 2's $64m opening day take from this past summer. INCREDIBLES 2 ($71m) and LION KING Remake ($77m) still hold the top spots.

Has a curious A- CinemaScore, which WISH also had. Not terrible, but not particularly great for an animated family movie title. Could go either way now because of that. If my shift on Thursday was anything to go by, audiences dug it. Heard two ovations when doing my theater cleans, and some of the crowds seemingly enjoying it. May not go down like WISH did. We'll see. Reviews tended to be generally okay, with many noting that it definitely feels like a patch job of TV show episodes, as it was suspected by some to be.

Does it set a bad precedent for Disney? To just hastily turn something into what it was not meant to be at first, and then crunch the living heck out of the animators (if recent rumblings are to be believed, I mean c'mon they're likely true) at both studios after such a significant overhaul? In this era, MOANA 2 is the only project to have evolved from a halfway-finished Disney+ show. As far as I know, TIANA will remain a TV series. WDAS, to my knowledge, has no other Disney+ shows in the works. That whole rush from all of Disney's film divisions to churn out content-content-content for D+ has slowed to a crawl. ZOOTOPIA 2 was a movie from the word-go, so I don't know about that.

From my perspective, they had an original movie lined up for this fall, and I guess after how badly STRANGE WORLD and WISH went over (the latter, to my eyes, an also obviously rushed product to meet the Disney centennial)... And because they just had to have a new WDAS movie out for Thanksgiving 2024 (annual tradition at this point, only stopped once by COVID, as RAYA left Thanksgiving 2020 for March 2021), they hit the panic button and movie'd MOANA: THE SERIES into MOANA 2... That's my guess, and a lot of Jennifer Lee's stepping down from the studio CCO position was one of the big fallouts of that. A tell-all I'd love to hear. I think the smart thing would've been to take that SNOW WHITE thing and swap that with MOANA 2. It probably still would've been huge anyhow, and SNOW WHITE could've benefited from the holidays if it's a stinker. Maybe not. I know at the end of the day that that juicy opening day take and likely massive weekend gross matters *much more* to Disney in the end... Plus this will probably help make back what the previous two features lost... But I'm that uncool person who thinks of the people actually making these things. I think a spring 2025 debut would've given the filmmakers more time to sort things out. It all seemed very last minute, and that's not cool. Especially amidst the negotiations going on between the Animation Guild and the wider industry.

Also, we could've gotten a complete repeat of 2016, the year both the original MOANA and the original ZOOTOPIA came out... Just back to front this time, MOANA 2 as a March release, and ZOOTOPIA 2 as a November release. But, MOANA 2 will likely make its budget back by the end of next week or the week after. It'll chug to $600m very soon, it'll probably easily surpass the $640m+ take. Unless it's actually really bad, which it doesn't seem to be to most family audiences flocking to this film... So yeah, $600-800m in sight, maybe even a billion. They'll likely greenlight a third movie, as I hear the film itself explicitly sets one up?

Funny how in the WDAS realm, FROZEN and MOANA - two movies from this past decade - get a trilogy before FANTASIA gets a proper third film. FANTASIA almost got a third film, did you know that? FANTASIA 2006 would've contained THE LITTLE MATCH GIRL, ONE BY ONE, LORENZO, and DESTINO, but it ultimately did not happen. I feel FANTASIA 2023 would've been the proper way to celebrate Disney's centennial last year, not WISH. I'm sayin', they should make another FANTASIA, don't mind me over here wishing for another FANTASIA movie.

Anyways, big waves ahead for MOANA 2. I'll be curious to see how high this thing goes, pun sorta shamelessly intended.

[mikalara-dracula]

Hello! I was wondering if I could get HC's about which Disney Princess the Sakamaki brothers would fall in love with. (Hope you're having a wonderful day as well!)

Which Disney Princess would the Sakamakis + Kino fall in love with?

Warning: 18+ content below; don't read if you're a minor and aren't comfortable with slight NSFW and the concept of tattoos. This is a fictional work and should not be taken seriously.

Caution: Unfortunately, Tumblr has a history of admins quarreling over completing carbon copy asks due to users sending the same request(s) to multiple admins, thus, resulting in unintentional plagiarism. With this, please DO NOT send the same request to multiple blogs as it can cause unintended plagiarism discord to other blogs across Tumblr. The word “plagiarism” stems from the early 17th-century Latin word, “plagiarius,” meaning “kidnapper.” So please, do not send in the same request to multiple blogs and make admins appear to be “kidnapping” other people’s work when it isn’t their intention. If this is to occur with any of my posts, please contact me so we can work something out.

Hi there, Anon!

Thank you so much for requesting! Sorry about the wait. Hope you enjoy reading it. Feel free to request again anytime. :)

Shu would so be into Sleeping Beauty. I mean, she exhibits a trait he loves most--sleeping! If he was Prince Phillip, he wouldn't kiss her to wake her up, he'd just crawl into bed next to her and call it a day. I suppose that's as far as rescuing goes for him lmao.

Reiji would mostly stick be into the classics such as Cinderella or Belle. They both provide this charm that Reiji can't explain. Their softly colored gowns make heads turn, their soft but sharp features--oh yeah, they're calling our bae Rei alright.

Laito would be into either Jasmine or Ariel, mostly because of their free spirits and their rebellion towards the norm of marriages in their cultures. Laito loves this trait in a girl, so these two would definitely be his type. Plus, considering they're not wearing the common poufy princess dresses and show their midriffs, he's definitely sold.

Snow White is Kanato's weakness. The girl has got the most porcelain-like features it's crazy, and we all know how much Kanato's into that. She also possesses a lot of soft aesthetics that he's into as well. Plus, the whole cottage-core vibe this girl has goin' on, it's more than enough to make him yearn for her.

Hmm... Ayato would be into several princesses--Elena of Avalor, Moana, Phocohantus, and Rapunzel. These women scream adventure and he's into this. A girl he can rendezvous with is definitely his type.

For Subaru, it's Merida. She's definitely not the typical princess and that's what makes her so interesting to him. Her rebellion, fighting for what she wants, and always learning from a previous perspective are things he admires in a girl and finds attractive.

Bonus! (Figured I'd include Kino as well)

Kino has the same taste as Ayato regarding princesses, but has a minor thing for our favorite ice queen, Elsa. He fights over Elena with Ayato all the time and claims he could make all of those princesses fall for him. As if lmao xDD

[rootingfordorks]

The team had been on a week-long roadie and a losing streak. Morale had gotten so low that the players had only sung along to one song while watching Moana at movie night that evening. One!

(And it was "Where You Are," the first song in the movie!)

"I think we're really losing some kinda steam, you know? I dunno if it's the yips again, or somethin' else, but we can't keep playing like this," Ted lamented as he changed for bed. "Heck! At this point I'd dance buck nekkid in front of Buckingham Palace if it would get us a tie! It's like we're cursed or something, like that time back in Wichita with Tommy Grazie. Poor kid stopped being able to catch a ball, had to get some witch in to remove the curse--"

"Possession, Coach," Beard corrected him through the open bathroom door, toothbrush still in hand. His voice was thick around the toothpaste foam, which speckled the hairs of his beard. Ted gave him a tired, fond smile.

"Right, possession," he agreed, nodding. "You think we should get a priest out to the clubhouse when we get back?" He paused, thinking of other options. "Have some sorta event? We haven't had a karaoke night in months, Coach."

Beard finished in the bathroom, drying his face on a towel as he shook his head at Ted. Ted, who'd had first dibs at the bathroom, was propped up against the headboard but already under the covers. Beard flicked the bathroom lightswitch and came around to his side of the bed.

"It's a tougher level of play," he reminded Ted as he crawled under the covers. To tired to sit anymore, he lay on his side and looked up at Ted. "We knew it would be a hard adjustment, especially without Sam and with five new players. It's demanding work, Coach."

Ted stared into his eyes silently. He appreciated his partner's candor, as always, but it wasn't helping with the general greyness that had settled over him. Beard wordlessly patted the bed in front of him, and Ted lay down beside him. They wrapped arms over waists and tangled their legs together. Ted leaned forward for a kiss, soft and warm and familiar.

"I guess I'm not just blue about the game," Ted admitted softly. "I miss Trent." Beard leaned back just far enough to make eye contact more comfortable.

"I know, Coach. I miss him too."

Ted sighed. Beard traced his eyebrows with a fingertip, then his mustache. He cupped the side of Ted's head gently, thumb resting alongside his cheek.

"Do you miss me when I'm with him?" Ted asked, breaking eye contact as his voice wobbled. Beard inhaled sharply.

"Sweetheart," he said, voice gentle and sad. It was an endearment he used sparingly, but a favorite of Ted's. "Coach. Teddy baby. I don't miss him when I'm with you for a night or two! This is - it's been a week since we've even seen him. It's not the same as when one of us spends a few nights over at his place." Beard's voice was firm. He searched Ted's face to see how he was reacting and saw the worry slowly drain from his expression. He continued, "I missed you like whoa when you were in Kansas over the summer. We both did."

"Right." Ted nodded. He chuckled at himself a bit. "Yeah, of course. I'm just really emotional right now. I don't usually think... you know." He trailed off, hoping Beard would understand him as well as usual.

"You don't think I love him more?" Beard's voice was neutral, inviting Ted to share whatever he was feeling. His words confirmed that he had love enough to share with both his partners.

"Of course not, Coach," Ted said. The word had been a term of endearment between them for decades now, but since they'd started dating it had acquired new layers. Especially behind closed doors, it was wrapped in love.

Beard stared for another moment, nodded, and snuggled in close to Ted again. Noses touching, he stretched his lips forward for a silly kiss. Ted met him halfway, like always.

"When we're back," Beard began, "when you're less generally sad, think about whether you still feel like this."

Ted nodded.

"You have to tell me if you do," Beard said. Ted pulled him closer, running one hand up and down his back.

"I will," Ted promised. "That is, I'll tell you if I'm feeling insecure or unsure or anything. But I reckon I won't be feeling any of that. I trust you. Both of you."

Beard kissed him, a press of lips that Ted knew he'd never tire of. They were too tired for anything energetic, but took pleasure in kissing.

A electronic tune rang, interrupting them. Beard turned over, reaching for his phone, and smiled when he saw the name on the screen. He showed Ted, who laughed.

"I can't believe you've got Trent in your phone as 'Good old-fashioned lover boy'," Ted was saying as Beard answered the video call. They snuggled together so they'd both be in frame. Trent was also in bed, hair tousled and sleep shirt baggy. His smile was warm, even though his eyes were tired.

"Ask him what you're saved as," Trent said. He drank in the sight of his boys. Ted's hair was dramatically messy, like he'd been pulling it out of shape, and Beard's short hair and beard were grown out a bit, kind of scraggly. Both men looked wrung-out--eyes puffy, wrinkles deepened, lips bitten and chapped. They were still incredibly handsome, and (more importantly) looked like home.

"What am I saved as in your phone, Coach?" Ted asked lightly. Beard noticed the uptick in his mood, of course, and kissed him briefly. This earned him fond smiles from both his boyfriends. Ted's eyes flicked to Trent on the phonescreen, sharing a look of affection.

"Currently?" Beard paused dramatically. "Hunka hunka burning love."

Trent snorted. Ted laughed and covered his eyes briefly with one hand.

"I'm glad you called, love," Beard told Trent. Ted nodded, still smiling.

"We miss you a ton, baby" Ted said.

"I miss you both, so much, my darlings," Trent said. "I. I just wanted to see your faces tonight."

"How's the week been going with Miz Skywalker?" Ted asked. The nickname was a running gag -- like her father, the youngest Crimm loved a bit.

"Pretty good," Trent said unconvincingly. He winced at his own tone. "I mean, it's been good, we've had fun. She misses both of you, too, especially when we go to the park and there's only one of me to boss around." He ran a hand through his hair, brushing it to one side. "It's... I haven't had to single parent more than a few days in a row in months. It's a lot of work. You two have spoiled me."

Ted beamed.

"Nothing less than you deserve," Beard said with a smile. Trent looked sheepish but accepted the compliment.

"Plus," added Ted, "you know we both adore Leah. Henry does, too. Far as I'm concerned, the more time we spend all up in each others' lives, the better." Beard pointed at him in wordless agreement.

"But her week with her mom still starts tomorrow, right?" Beard asked. Trent nodded.

"And Henry and Dottie aren't coming back to London early?" Trent asked eagerly. Ted and Beard both shook their heads.

"We'll have the house to ourselves for a coupla days," Ted said. He wagged his eyebrows comically, earning a chuckle from Trent and a smile/eyeroll combo from Beard.

"I'll be there when you get in. Love you both." They said their goodnights and hung up. Ted snuggled up to Beard, spirits lifted, and they fell into a restful sleep with the promise of a happy reunion tomorrow.

[alexcalder]

───her words made her son giggle as he crawled up next to her on the bed, but somehow he didn’t say anything only looked at his mom before kissing her cheek, then got a little distracted by the movie the girls had been watching and was still playing on the TV. meanwhile, Alex smiled at Lou when she came up to him, stroked her little head adorned with golden locks. “of course, baby…” he said, but before he could elaborate any further, his little princess was easily distracted too. he smiled once more when she pulled him further into the room to show him the movie she had been watching with her mom. Liz’s question made Beau giggle, giving his father a conspiratorial look. ‘to get a gift,’ he said with a laugh, covering his face. “we may have a little surprise for you two…” he added in elaboration to his son’s words, caressing Liz’s back as she gave him a quick hug —god forbid the tantrum Beau would throw for anything more than that.

“are you feeling better?” the question followed by a touch on her forehead to check her temperature. and then his attention returned to Lilou, lifting her up with ease. “yes, we will watch Moana later,” he nodded, idly stroking her hair. “but do you want to find out why Beau got this gift for the both of you?” not that he isn’t aware that the twins like to each have their own things, and this is always the case, but if Beau seemed to understand that a Christmas tree is something he and sister would both share and then they would all share the big tree that was for Liz, he was certain Lilou would be a breeze in comparison.

Beau got off the bed and jumped up and down a couple of times, asking Liz to hand him the tree topper he forgot on the bed and now couldn't reach. ‘we show you!’ he yelled after as he opened the door, and Alex put a hand to stop him for a second. “grab mommy’s hand, and we can show them,” and Beau came back to wrap his tiny hand around Liz’s fingers. “you ladies, close your eyes, it’s a surprise.” but he did cover Lilou’s eyes and it made her giggle, before Beau repeated, saying to his mom a ‘don’t peek,’ sternly. Alex watched Beau guide his mom to the living room, and he let Lilou down when they stopped, crouched down beside her to keep her eyes covered until Beau said, ‘okay, look now!’ his big blue eyes focused on his mom until she opened her eyes before he also looked at the big Christmas tree.

⸻ Liz heard a little commotion, inside her place but she figured it could be Alex and Beau doing something, she was distracted watching Disney +, with Lilou that was snuggling at her, and Liz was sitting on the bed. Despite her baby bump not being that big yet, she doesn't have comfortable positions. ❛ Hi my love! ❜ She observed her son, and Lilou untangled from her mother, giving a last kiss on the bump, to be on the edge of the bed, watching the movie. ⎯ She felt her son's hugging her legs, and she strokes his head. ❛ A gift? ❜ Liz inquired, taking the Stitch box from his hand. ❛ We don't have a tree. ❜ She says it as a matter of fact tone. ❛ We can find it somewhere to decorate it. ❜ The Aussie thought the surprise was Stitch topper tree. And helped Beau get up on the bed too, feeling him crawling at her and giving a kiss on her cheek too.

Lilou got off the bed and went to hug Alex's on his legs. ❛ Gifts for Lilou? ❜ She inquired to her father. ❛ Dadda! ❜ She says excitedly, looking at her own father expecting a gift too since her twin brother got something for him. ❛ Watch Moana. ❜ She grabbed his hand leading him to be in front of the TV in her parents' bedroom. Elizabeth looked at her man in the doorframe. ❛ Where did you guys go? ❜ She asked to Alex and Beau.

Liz pulled Beau aside and stood up to greet Alex, and gave him a hug, but quickly pulled away from him because of their children. ❛ Dada, can we watch Moana later? ❜

[purple-babygirl]

Oh god I need domestic things about daddy!Bucky so bad 😫😫😫😫

Pairing: Daddy!Bucky Barnes x little!f!reader

Word Count: 1,066

Warnings: ddlg dynamics, fluff, also possible bad writing.

Summary: A glance at the domestic life with daddy!Bucky.

A\N: i'm sorry if this took me longer than you would've liked but my allergies are acting up and I can't stop sneezing:' BUT I DID IT i stayed up till 6 am because i didn't wanna go to bed without giving you something. you didn't give any specifics so i hope this is anything close to what you were looking for and i hope you like chocolate cookies?:' if this is too bad no one tell me y'all i blame my sinus allergy meds:" pls enjoy xx.

“I couldn’t move, daddy. Look,” she whispered, nodding towards her cupped hand slowly, “ladybug chose me.”

just another perfect day

“There you are, sweet pea. Why didn’t you come inside when daddy called, hmm?” Bucky asked when he found her sitting on the quilt he placed for her to play on in the backyard.

Bucky looked inside her slightly curled palm to see a small ladybug resting there, one of its wings twitching every now and then. She was such a precious little baby. He wondered how long she'd been sitting with her hands in her lap like that, not moving in fear she'd make her dotted friend fly away.

“Aw, that’s beautiful, bubba!” Bucky smiled, his heart fuzzy over his adorable, brave, gentle girl.

“You gotta let ladybug go home now though, and we gotta get inside too," he told her softly.

“Yes, daddy.” She sighed sadly but complied, and slowly lowered her hand to the grass, letting the little insect find its way out of her hold.

“Good girl.” Bucky praised, petting her hair with a proud smile.

“Come on now, daddy has a surprise for you.” Bucky gave her his hand and she took it and stood up.

“What is it, dada?” She wondered, swinging hers and Bucky's hands back and forth as they walked back to the house.

“See for yourself.” Bucky smiled widely, pushing the door open for her.

She took the few steps from the doorstep to the living room, and let out a loud gasp when she saw it. Large, white blankets thrown together haphazardly yet somehow holding up firmly with their old Christmas lights illuminating the heart of it. Bucky had built them a fort in the middle of the living room.

She turned her head and beamed at Bucky, who was watching her with a grin and his hands tucked in his pockets. She ran to him and crashed herself against his chest, her arms clutching his back.

"So I get it you like it?" Bucky laughed, holding her to him.

"So much, daddy," she replied, her lips vibrating the words into his shirt, "thank you."

"Anything for my sweet pea." Bucky scratched her scalp. "I made us some cookies so why don't you go take a look and get comfy and I'll be right there?"

"Chocolate cookies?" She asked, loosening her arms around him.

"Of course, I know they're your favourite." Bucky tapped her nose and she giggled.

"Go." Bucky tapped her back and she turned to walk away but stopped again.

"Daddy?"

"Yeah?"

"You're the bestest daddy ever," she told him timidly before running to check out the contents of the large blanket-tent.

Bucky smiled, his heart full and happy, before going to grab the large plate off the kitchen counter along with 2 juice boxes of her favourite fruit.

Inside the fort were her favourite stuffies, leaning against the fluffiest pillows they had in the house; waiting for her to join. In one corner, the laptop was open and paused on the opening scene to one of her all time favourite movies, Moana.

"Daddy," she whispered, her mouth agape in amazement.

"Do you like it, sweet pea?" Bucky asked once again.

She nodded harshly, making Bucky chuckle.

"What are you waiting for then? In you go."

She instantly got on her knees and crawled inside, the floor now soft with the blankets covering it. She looked around her with wide eyes after plopping down on her butt. She glided herself back and sat against one of the pillows, taking the stuffed penguin that previously occupied the spot in her arms, and sighed in content.

Bucky set the food next to the laptop before carefully getting inside as well, his legs too long and sticking out of the fort, making her giggle.

"Come'ere, sweet pea. Daddy wants his baby on his lap." Bucky patted his thighs and she giddily moved closer, adjusting herself on top, her back against his chest.

"I love you, sweet pea." Bucky whispered after resting his chin on her shoulder, arms secured around her tummy.

"I love you too, daddy." She tilted her head to peck his cheek.

"You're not upset I made you let ladybug go to come inside with me, are you?" He wanted to make sure nothing upset her and he knew she got attached to the little nature friends she made. Bucky only ever wanted to make her happy.

"Ladybug chose me, and I chose daddy," she said, leaning more into Bucky's chest, holding his forearms and wrapping his arms tighter around her.

Bucky bit the inside of his cheek in an attempt to hold in his tears. His girl was so sweet. He knew she was too little to express and he knew she meant she felt as safe in his embrace as the squishable insect has felt in the palm of her hand. He sniffed, kissing her shoulder.

"And daddy will always choose you, sweet pea." Bucky promised, pressing a lingering kiss to her temple before pulling the laptop closer to them and playing the paused movie.

As her eyes focused on the girl in the water on the screen, Bucky kept feeding her cookies; helping her place her lips on the straw in the juice box. 

After the movie was over, Bucky found her yawning and rubbing a fist at her eye. Her snack along with her approaching nap time had her eyes drooping.

"You getting sleepy, sweet pea?" Bucky asked and she nodded tiredly.

"Do you wanna take your nap here?" He turned her back in his arms so her chest was on top of his.

"Yes, dada, please." She cuddled up to him, her nose nuzzling his collarbones.

"Alright, baby, get some rest." Bucky's big hands rubbed up and down her back, settling on her shoulders and patting her gently.

"You know daddy,"

"Hmm, baby?" He kissed her hairline.

"When I see ladybug again tomorrow, I'm 'onna tell her my daddy is the bestest daddy of all daddies." Bucky laughed adoringly.

"But you haven't met all daddies." He kissed the top of her head.

"Don' care. My daddy is the bestest," she said with knowing certainty and pressed a sloppy kiss to Bucky's Adam's apple, resting one palm on his left shoulder.

Bucky let himself tear up a little now that his girl's eyes were closed before kissing her forehead, "god, I would die for you."

[bwoahtastic]

Max and Kevin being really close in oh deer orphanage au would be so cute

Maybe it’s during the time where Max doesn’t tell Seb that he can’t hear very well? The younger ones excluding Max sometimes because they think he’s purposefully ignoring them and being mean. And it makes Max really sad and he doesn’t know why they don’t want to play with him. Kevin sees it happening and invites him to play with him and Nico. The two older kids seeing Max light up and be so excited and happy. Max absolutely loves Nico too and he’s always to excited to see him.

Kevin getting angry at Seb for not realizing the other pups exclude Max sometimes because he’s so focused on trying to get Lando and Yuki to feel safe and comfortable. Kevin and Nico being the one to realise that Max can’t hear in his one ear? They’re playing with Max’s cat toys and Max doesn’t answer them or even realise that they’re talking.

Kevin directing his misplaced anger at Seb for not realizing that Max can’t hear. It would break Sebastian’s heart because of course he cares about Max and he feels so guilty for not noticing. Kevin going to Seb late one night after Max gets his hearing aid and apologizing for lashing out, he just feels really protective of the little pup

pllss Max not hearing well and it causes some problems with the other pups being annoyed a bit and thinking Max doesnt want to play with them. They leave him alone cos they think its what Max wants but Max just didnt hear their invite to play! Maybe KEvin sees Max looking sad and confused seeing the pups engaged in a game and clearly thinking he wasnt invited. Kevin going to maxy and lifting him up, kissing his little head and telling him Nico and he were going to watch a movie and asks him to join. Nico seeing Kevin come in with Maxy and smiling and changing the action movie to Moana and fluffing up the pillows for Maxy to snuggle between them.

Kevin noticing Max twists his head a bit so his good ear is pointed more towards the tv and remembering that, and then testing it later again with the little mouse toy with a bell the day after and realising Max doesnt hear much with his wonky ear.

Kevin would be furious at Seb even though his rational side knows that Seb is doing the best he can with all the kids around. Kevin yelling at Sebastian to do better, that he didnt notice Max has hearing issues (Kevin yelling Seb is not the good mother he thinks he is?). Seb is taken aback and ofcourse feels really guilty. He doesnt say much back at kevin and just goes over to Max, sitting him down and quietly asking him if what Kevin said is true.

And plss Kevin going to Seb's room late at night, after a long day of Seb going around to the doctor with Max and getting tests done. Kevin feeling so guilty when he realises Seb is sitting on the bed and crying softly and instantly crawls over and hugs him tight, whispering he is sorry and didnt mean his words, Seb is the best momma! Seb croaking out that Kevin is right, he isnt a good mother and forgets some of the kids and he just feels like failure but PLS you bet Kevin will sternly tell him that he needs to stop being stupid just over something Kevin yelled when he lost his temper! Seb saved them all, and gave them all the family they never had!

[ezrasimp]

my friend and I watched ofmd last night and I wanted to share her reactions

(The highlights without context are on my twitter (@pip82937) in case you want to see them without context first coz I think quotes are funnier if you have no clue what’s going on aha)

Episode 1: 

- (‘I should have 20 kills by now’) “Me in Apex [Legends].”

- (’Alright! Places everyone!’) “Stede is such a theatre kid.”

- (When the crew fight the British) “Any of Jay’s (our irl friend) parties.”

- (End of episode 1 when Stede is reading Pinocchio to the crew) “They’ve matched up that lighting really well.”

Episode 2: 

- (Izzy turns up) “Oh, I know you. [Derogatory]”

- (’A diversion, that’s what we need’) “[Quoting Moana] “As a diverrrsion!”

- “There’s something about Con O’Neill’s voice that scracthes an itch in my brain.”

Episode 3: 

- (Hornberry gets splattered with water) “Man just got baptised.” 

- (‘Someone buy my booty!’) “Blackbeard suddenly appears.” 

- (‘One piece of silver’s me bid.’) “One Piece?!”

- (Lucius doing the opening speech for Stede) “Lucius has never reminded me of Harrison (another irl friend) more.”

Episode 4:

- (‘I haven’t died yet.’ ‘Yeah ‘cause that makes sense.’) “He’s a fucking mood, Izzy, I dunno what you’re on about.”

- (Izzy walks away after Ed and Stede swap clothes) “He’s clearly not happy.”

- (‘I don’t know what to do!’) Me: “Me doing anything ever.”                 Her: “You stole the words right out of my mouth, you fucker.”

- (The lighthouse scene) “Oh I remember this, you showed me this.”

- (‘The only retirement we get is... death.’) “I want that.”

Episode 5:

- (Sees the guy get chucked to the other side of the boat before the title appears) “Me.”

- (Stede explaining passive aggression to Ed) “That’s an awfully autistic way of explaining it.” 

- (‘But I’ve decided to carry myself like I’m cute’) “Another incredibly Harrison thing to say.”

- [Completely speechless at ‘Ooo daddy’]

- (‘My name’s Mr Hands, First Mate Hands...’) “Mr Hand-Job, ha!”

- (‘Gaston!’) “Gaston? Oh no, hide the eggs!”

- (‘Sometimes a quick death is the best way to end a bad conversation.’) “I agree.”

- (‘This is far too fast, this is far too fast, this is far too fast...’) “Me becoming an adult.”

- (‘Oh Godfrey, stop fingering my dents...’) “Hmm, fingering dents, eh?” (‘You can finger my dents anytime!’) “Oop. [So they were actually going for that?]”

- (‘No, we love a good shanty!’) “[Bad French accent] Shantyyy!”

- (‘Hang on, that’s passive aggression.’) “Wow, that’s incredibly autistic.”

- (‘Have you ever been sketched?’) “Don’t offer to sketch him; offer to choke him.”

- (‘Because I think you met... at birth.’) “OOOP!”

- (‘What did you do to them?’ ‘Passive aggression.’) “Stede looked so evil then.”

- (The Moonlight/You Wear Fine Things Well scene) “Ezra, your mic is muted but I can still hear you sobbing.” (I was)

- (End of ep 5) “I’m really getting into this now.”

Episode 6: 

- (‘Stab me’) “This is highly suggestive but I think that’s the point.”

- (‘I don’t feel fear.’) “Edgy.”

- (Ed comes down on wires) “Looks like a fun time... just needs a bit of alcohol.”

- (‘Or as I like to call it, the Art of Fuckery’) “Summary of my life.”

- (‘They’re just pets.’ [Fang starts crying]) “I love Fang.”

- (‘I think Mr Bonnet’s theatrical skills are finally honed.) “He’s trying to get you killed Stede.”

- (‘Lucius, we’ve got a fuckery on our hands!’) “I was about to take a sip of my tea and I’m so glad I didn’t.”

- (‘Kinda like a dead person smell?’) “The fandom by the time season 2 is finally announced.”

- (Stede shouting ‘Fuck!’) “Me.”

- (‘It’s just a dream! It’s all a dream, come back!’) “[Laughing] A dream?!”

- (‘You’re a fucking killer, bro. So kill!’) “Alpha Males’ morning routine.”

- (‘I thought I heard laughter.’ ‘No, those were screams!’) “[Ungodly sound]” Me: “You okay there?” Her: “I nearly spat out my tea.”

- (Lucius cutting his own finger) “Nice one!”

- (The Kraken tentacles up against the window) “He’s gonna start crying.” 

- (Ed crawls away) “Me for real.”

- (‘Is that still on the cards, or...?’) “That is also an autistic reaction.”

- (‘...to a fucking duel’) “He did catch the sword to be honest.”

- (‘Stede wins!’) “They’ve come so far since the first episode, they’re happy to see him win. Since the first episode when they were, you know, plotting his murder.”

- “Bye bye sandwich!”

Episode 7: 

- (‘Tatty edges... it’s been around, it’s seen things!’) “Me making maps in primary school.”

- (‘I’d love to be stabbed by Jim.’) “Who wouldn’t? Did you see them in episode 1? I was shook in the best way.” 

- (‘Life is pain’) “Felt that.”

- (Sees the overhead shot of the snake being cooked) “Oh it’s this scene!”

- (I accidentally left my mic on and recited the scene, only realising right at the end) Me: “Did you hear all of that?” Her: “Yep!”

- (‘There are some scraps that didn’t completely burn!’) “Me with my mental health.” (‘No, I think I can fix this!’) “Not me with my mental health.”

- (At the end of the scene where Lucius says ‘That was really sweet’) Me: “Lucius has drip to be honest.”                                                  Her: “Look at those trousers!” [We start laughing]                                    Me: “I know right!”                                                                                Her: “And they look high waisted as well!”

- (‘You should have it [the orange]’) “I mean, it is their tree.”

- (‘La vida es dolor.’) “Agreed.”

- (‘This really is the perfect brandy.’) Me: “You.”                                          Her: “I was about to say me.”

Episode 8: 

- (Swede sleeping in the barrel) “This is like the barrel scene in The Hobbit.”

- (‘Left them to die at the hands of the Spanish?’) “Dun dun dun!”

- (‘Fucking Hornigold!’) “Ha, horny gold.”

- (‘Whip my balls!’) Me: “Him being whipped in the balls was improvised. What’s wrong with him?! [Affectionate]”                                           Her: “He’s a genius.”

- (‘He’d shat everywhere but in the bedpan.’) “Amber Heard.”

- (‘My crew mutinied. Third time it’s happened this year.’) “That sounds like a you problem.”

- (‘Turtle versus crab!’) “I love it. I wanna join. Where do I sign up?”

- (‘Chuck ‘em at eachothers’ heads, it’s hilarious.) “That happened in One Piece.”

- (Stede reading his book while shit happens on deck) “Me reading fanfics.”

- (Karl dies) Me: “Are you laughing?!”                                      Her: “[Laughing hysterically] Yes man! It’s the ridiculousness of it.” 

- (‘Fungina!’) “Vagina?” 

- (Referring to Calico Jack) “What kind of incel is this dude?” 

- (‘Take care mate.’ ‘You’re leaving?’) “Man’s masking so heavily he’s fooling himself.”

- (Lucius walks in on Stede and Olu being sad over their respective loves, done with life) “Same Lucius.”

- (Buttons wailing over Karl) “Me too.”

- (Olivia speaking) Me: “I love how it implies he speaks seagull.”       Her: “Of course he can, did you see that cursed shit he was doing towards Calico Jack? He has the blessing of the seagull God.”

- (‘I wish God had took me instead!’) “Me too!”

- (Ed looking back at the boat) “Look at that pining mess.”

- (The English arrive) “Ru ro raggy. [...] Hang on, how are they so blind that they didn’t see those boats coming? And that’s coming from me!”

- (‘Various stages of fucking each other over!’) “I mean, they are definitely fucking each other, just in a different way.”

- (‘You came back.’ ‘Never left.’) “That was marginally, ever so slightly gay of you. Your heterosexuality was slipping there.”

Episode 9: 

- (Starting episode 9) “Let’s go lesbians, let’s go.”

- (‘I’m a strong reader slash writer’) “Modern AU Lucius writes the dirtiest smut fics you will ever read in your life.” 

- (‘I forgot you were twins’) “Stede is a terrible liar.”

- (Frenchie falls over) “Born for this kind of espionage, yeah.”

- (‘Bit of fanfiction’) “[Almost spitting out tea] BIT OF FANFICTION?!”

- (‘You’re just some bored, little, rich boy.’) “Stab him too.”

- (Stede signs his confession) “Very quick signature.” 

- (Sees Izzy again) “Hello Izzy.”

- (‘The bill has come due.’ ‘No, I don’t wanna die!’) “Same, same, same, same, same.”

- (Izzy gets punched) “Nice! [satisfied]”

- (Chancy being himself) “Stab him!”

- (Crew backing up Stede) “I love them!”

- (‘We talk it through.’) “As a crew!”

- (Chauncy being detained) “Fight! Fight! Fight! Stab him in the other eye!”

- (‘Ten human years?’) “Me reading terms and conditions.”

- (‘Your shirt? Your socks?’) Me: “How domestic.”                                         Her: “I was about to say that!”

- (Izzy now in charge of the Revenge) “I feel bad for these fuckers now.” Me: “Who? The crew or Ivan and Fang?”                                      Her: “Yeah.”

- (‘No rations for a week’) “He’s a cunt.”

- (Beach scene begins, which she’s seen before) “The lighting looks awfully familiar.” 

- (They kiss) “I’m just gonna remind you of how I said they queerbaited baited you.”

- (‘Think up some new names, cool ones’) Me: “‘Cause if he had come up with names, he would have called them both Jeff.”                                    Her: “Oh yeah, definitely. [Laughing]”

- (‘He’s gonna come and wake you up’) “Is that really what’s gonna happen?”

- (Gunshot) Me: “Straight through his other eye.”                           Her: “FUCK YES! [...] Angst AU where Stede dies there and Ed finds his body.”

- (Izzy: ‘What can I do differently? I’m open to suggestions.’) “Everything. Die.”

- (‘Everyone’s got their own style.’) “I love Olu.” 

- (Izzy doesn’t get chucked overboard) “Goddamn it. Is this what blue-balling feels like?”

Episode 10: 

- (‘They have adjusted to the loss of their father far better than expected’) “Let’s not lie; it’s probably ‘cause the most he did with them was play pirates occasionally.”

- (Stede standing in the doorway with his feet out) “Put those grippers away!”

- (‘So, he’s sick but doing well, is the news?’) “Spot on.”

- (Izzy spits his drink on deck) “He’s a proper cunt.”

- (Lucius existing) “He makes the same fucking facial expressions as Harrison.”

- (Mary’s painting comes on screen) “Buttcheeks.”                                 Me: “Do you think they’re basking in moonglow too?”                  Her: “Most likely.”

- (‘I’m in the blanket fort’) “[Laughing] What a mood!”

- (Lucius writing Ed’s lyrics) “[Laughing] He’s so concerned. [Genuine]”

- (‘Someone entirely fictional’) “[Unbelieving] Mmh hmm.”

- (‘What if life just... begins again?’) “Lucius is for real the fucking therapist.”

- (‘You came in late last night.’) “She came in.”

- (Mary’s monologue) “Fair play. [...] Girlboss.”

- (Ed singing) “The entire crew are just looking at him like ‘When’s Stede coming back?’”

- (‘His name is Blackbeard, or Captain’) “Oh piss off. He doesn’t even have the beard anymore.”

- (‘Lucius will be more than happy to write down your lyrics.’) “His face says otherwise.”

- (Izzy being Izzy) “If you’re gonna be angry, go and make your own crew.”

- (‘Murder’s a natural cause.’) “Death is natural no matter how it comes to be so she’s got a point.”

- (Stede telling everyone about Ed at the pub) “They’re all a bit disappointed at that.” [Reads ‘disappointed sounds’ in the subtitles] “Damn I’m genius.”

- (‘I should have let the English kill you.’) “You should’ve let the crew throw you overboard, fucking hell.”

- (‘I serve Blackbeard, not Edward.’) “Okay piss off then, bye bye, nobody will miss you.”

- (Mary hovering over Stede) “My sleep paralysis demon.”

- (That ear shot) “Ew, no, not through the ear!”

- (‘Or just smother me with a pillow?’) “That happened on Game of Thrones.”

- (Replying to me saying how I was going to throw up after Stede said ‘His name is Ed’, clarifying that it was out of happiness, not homophobia) “If you’re homophobic and you get to episode 10 of this series, I don’t know what to tell you.” 

- (‘I’d like a shot’) “Literally.”

- (Mary screams) “A+ acting from Mary there.”

- (‘Is it just me or are they taking an awfully long time to come back?’) “I wonder why that is.”

- (Stede gets hit by a horse) “Yah, they got some good and proper special effects here.”

- (Reaction to Stede’s ‘death’) “Man had a leopard and chose to die by... [Piano falls on corpse] piano, actually. Not horse. The timing of that was great.”

- (Stede rides off) “Season 2 is gonna be full of angst, you realise this?”

- “That was quite enjoyable.”

[hiccanna-tidbits]

“Let her come to me.”

Cyan waves ripple aside, and Moana steps onto the wet sand. In the distance, glowing veins of bright red stand out against pitch black and smokes and sparks and cinders fill the sky.

All fire and fury and burning...like the worst of you. And the best.

The creature in the distance shrieks, drops to all fours and starts crawling across the seafloor. Mindless, furious, feral--far out of her reach. But she has to try.

Water coats her like a protective shell, flowing and rippling across her skin in a sort of dancing armor. Her hair rises and falls like ocean waves, encased in a little pocket of sea.

I have crossed the horizon to find you.

She’s come so far, sailed oceans and followed stars and felt so lonely and pained and lost she feels like she might die--but she kept on anyways. She kept on because all she wants in the world is fiery hair and eyes like the morning sky and the loudest presence she’s ever known and if she fucks this up now, she might never have that again.

And Moana would cross another horizon, if she had to. If that’s what it took to get her back.

Searing, clawlike fingers throw up wet sand. Moana keeps on. 

I know your name.

“You’re Merida Dunbroch,” she says, voice cracking. “You’re the best archer I’ve ever met. You’re crude and brash and unapologetic and fearless. You’d take on the whole world if it meant you could prove yourself. You love empire biscuits and apple tarts and you’d finish a whole roast chicken yourself if no one stopped you. You snort when you laugh and you eat like you’ll never see food again. You love feeling the wind in your hair, and getting it even more tangled because your mom used to hate brushing it out afterwards. You’ll climb to the top of any rock or cliff you can, no matter how dangerous it is, just so you can take in the view and drink in the wind. You’d do anything in the world for your little brothers, but you’d never, ever tell them that. You carved my name into your bow and told me it was so...so you could always take me with you, wherever you went.”

Moana’s voice breaks.

They have stolen the heart from inside you.

She remembers the smoke coming in and clouding the island, Te Ka lunging across the waves and onto the beach. The villagers screaming, fleeing to the top of the mountain to get out of the beast’s reach. Merida, the outsider, the one who fled from a kingdom far, far away to escape a destiny she didn’t want, the one whose boat had washed up one day and forced her to integrate to an entirely new way of life, bravely standing her ground with her sword brandished. The way she swung and struck and screamed with everything she had, trying to take down a monster twenty times her size to protect a village she had only called home for a little over a year. The way she kept fighting even as Te Ka closed her hands around her and black rock began to grow on her skin.

She kept fighting until the very end, when Te Ka took her away. When Te Ka corrupted her, made her into something just like the vast, wrathful goddess.

When the lava coursed through her, it must have burned her heart away until she was left with nothing, like Te Ka.

But there had to be something still in there. Moana had to believe that.

She couldn’t come all this way to find out she was wrong.

But this does not define you.

The lava beast draws closer. Moana can see the eyes. They’re vast, golden-orange pits, impossible to read.

Impossible to see if the girl she knew was still behind them.

But she had to be. Merida Dunbroch was not one to go down with a fight. Not one to let herself be lost completely. She was the strongest person Moana had ever known.

This is not who you are.

The anger. The rage. The hatred. The pain. Moana knew they all belonged to Merida--all things Te Ka could feed off of to power her little double. Anger at being forced to be someone she wasn’t, rage at being “auctioned off” into a political marriage when she knew she could never love a man. Hatred at a world that didn’t care to understand her, that told her every time she was loud or impassioned or stubborn that it made her shameful and disgusting and worthless. The pain at being trapped and alone in a place where she was going to have to put on a facade for the rest of her life.

But there was more in her. She smiled radiantly, she laughed hard, and she loved fiercely. There wasn’t anything she wouldn’t do for people who showed her kindness and care. She loved amusing the other villagers, loved making her friends happy. She doted on Pua and HeiHei with surprising gentleness.

There was so much more in her than anger and chaos and cruelty and destruction. And that was what Moana needed her to remember.

You know who you are.

The lava creature pauses, snarling mouth hanging open, hair flowing behind in billows of smoke. Moana steps forward, willing her to remember. Needing her to remember. The playful shoves, the evening dance lessons, sipping coconut water as they watched the sun go down. Moana knew all of it still had to be inside of her somewhere.

What had once been Merida wouldn’t be pausing in attacking her if it wasn’t.

Moana steps forward, and the lava creature doesn’t move. Taking a breath, she presses their foreheads together. It burns and sears like anything, but Moana just doesn’t care. The lava creature closes her eyes, still and calm in a way Moana never thought she’d see again.

“Who you truly are,” she whispers.

She reaches up and places a water-cased hand on the hard, rocky chest, and the lava beneath sizzles and steams as it dries and hardens into black rock. A soft rumble fills the air as the rock begins to split, water snaking over it and burrowing into the cracks. Chunks begin to shear off and thump into the sand, and Moana catches sight of pale skin and a torn dress.

She watches in wonder as the ebony shell crumbles away--first her chest, then her arms, and finally her face. Two wide, pale blue eyes stare at her in amazement as smoke disperses and lava slides away and what’s left is a head full of bouncy orange curls.

“Mo?”

Merida says it uncertainly, like she’s in the strange space between wake and sleep where she can’t quite tell what’s real and what’s in her mind. Moana laughs, and she wraps Merida in her arms and crushes the other girl against her--so she’ll know this is real.

“You’re back,” Moana sniffs. Somewhere in her laughs, tears have begun to fall. “You came back to me.”

Merida laughs, and holds her back. They both sink into the sand, clinging to each other like there’s nothing else in the whole universe to cling to.

And maybe there isn’t.

“What are yeh doin’ way out here?” Merida murmurs against her ear, tone surprisingly stern. “The ocean’s a dangerous place, lassie. And Ah know damn well yeh can’t actually sail, no matter what et is yeh tell yerself.”

“I had to come to you,” is all Moana says.

Merida seems to melt even further into her grip. “Yeh...came all this way...for me?” Her voice breaks as she says it. “Why?”

“I love you.”

The words slip out before Moana can stop them.

Merida leans back and studies her inquisitively, and all Moana can think is I’m fucked.

The next second Merida’s hands are on her cheeks and she’s pulling the other girl forward to kiss her ferociously.

Moana is frozen, stupefied, completely unable to move. She never thought she’d be here, living this moment--but bringing Merida back was only the first of the miracles to happen today, apparently.

Moana slowly lifts her arms, draping them over Merida’s shoulders and melting into her.

“Ah love yeh, too, lass.” Merida pauses long enough to breathe it into her ear. “Ah just didn’t know how tae say et. Ah never thought yeh’d look at me that way. Ah was scared yeh might think et was...wrong.”

Moana responds by kissing her again. Before they know it, they’re tipping over, lying entangled on the wet ground. Sand stirs around them, slowly coating their skin and already-dirtied clothes as they press closer and closer into each other, but they realize that they just don’t care.

Moana is filling with warmth--so vast and full and overpowering that she can’t help but wonder if Merida still has some of that lava left in her. Whether she does or not, Moana can only form one thought as she laces her fingers through sandy red curls.

I’m never letting you go again.

***

When Merida next feels lava on her skin, it’s dozens of years later.

She doesn’t know what to make of it, waking up with cracked black rock on her skin again and streams of lava curling away from her scalp in fiery hair. But it doesn’t burn, it doesn’t hurt--it feels all too right. The power, the passion, the vigor of when she was taken over by Te Ka is there--but this time, she can control it.

Merida lived a long life. A happy life. She stayed on Motunui--even when the village began voyaging again, charting new lands, she always came back to their home with Moana. Her Moana. They passed together on a summer evening, lying on the beach with their hands entwined and the tribe safely in the hands of the fine young man they had chosen to be the next chief-to-be.

When Te Ka became Te Fiti, it appeared a vacancy opened--the need for a goddess of volcanoes and lava, now that the goddess of life had returned. Life was a cycle, after all--you couldn’t have green and growth and lushness with burning magma and barren rock and life sizzled out. That’s where Merida guessed she came in.

It baffled her, why some outsider like herself would be chosen for such an honor. She had worked hard at becoming a great warrior, protecting the people she had adopted as her own. But ascending to godhood? She didn’t deserve something like this.

And then she sees her walking over the horizon.

Her body is made entirely of water--curves in shining cyan, dress splashing around her laced with foaming whitecaps, hair whipping behind her in rippling ocean waves. But her hands, her face, her eyes--there’s no mistaking it’s her.

“Moana?” Merida whispers.

They run to each other, ripping across land and pounding through sea to reach one another. When they crash together, steam rises around them in graceful billows--the heat of lava and the cool of ocean, united into a gentle mist.

“Moana? How are we here?”

“The ocean chose me a long time ago, to return the heart of Te Fiti and restore life to the world,” Moana murmurs into her shoulder. “And now it’s chosen me again--for something more important. I’m one with the ocean now, making sure it brings and sustains life for all the generations to come. But you...you deserve to be here with me, contributing to the endless cycle.” She leans back and gives Merida a soft smile. “So I may have put in a good word for you.”

Merida laughs. “Are yeh sure et isn’t cuz yer too clingy tae let me go?”

Moana just smles. “That too. I guess eternity seems a lot more tedious to pass when you’re not there.”

They’re an odd pair. The goddess of the ocean, who gives homes to sea turtles and whales and bright fish, who guides ships between islands, who’s always there for someone to dip their feet in on a hot day...and the goddess of volcanoes, who explodes with burning magma, who rains ash and smoke across the sky, who brings unquestionable death to all those who don’t get away fast enough. But when they touch, when they kiss, when they tangle themselves up in one another, pieces of volcanic rock topple into the sea and grow lush and full with life bursting from every seam. The goddess of the sea and the goddess of lava make more life together than they ever could apart. 

Sometimes they must temper one another. An especially vicious volcanic explosion is stopped only by the cool calm of the sea. Fierce stormclouds that could sink ships are pulled apart by clouds of smoke and ash. Magma rises from the ocean floor, calming tsunamis. Rain puts out the worst of the fires from spewing lava. It’s a balance.

But at the end of the day, when the sky clears and new islands come to be, green and lush and full of fruit and palm trees and vines and animals that hum and chirp and buzz, there can be no doubt that the two goddesses can’t be without each other.

There can be no doubt that the goddess of the ocean and the goddess of volcanos are deeply--and eternally--in love.

***

WELL WELL WELL! A lot of people seemed to really like my Moanida Goddess AU, so I made a moodboard and started writing a drabble and...this happened, I guess? The story came out a lot longer and more angsty than I planned, but oh well--hope y’all like it!

Legit love how these two balance each other out. I feel like the chaotic, reckless “fire energy” of Merida definitely needs kind of a calm, rational “water energy” from someone like Moana. Merida needs someone level-headed to talk her out of doing Dumb Shit without being mean-spirited or talking down to her about it, and Moana needs someone like Merida to drag her out of her comfort zone and help her face off her demons and self-doubt and whatever. Literally a perfect match! God I fucking love Fire x Water pairings so much. Can you tell I’m also a fan of Zutara

Also yeah I’d definitely be on board with Moana x Te Fiti if Fi wasn’t a giant-ass goddess like 20 times Moana’s size. Can you tell? But sue me, that entire scene did in fact have sapphic vibes.

@takaraphoenix Moanida time!!!

Pic credits available upon request!

[alecmagnuslwb]

You’ve Changed Man - @doubleredweek Day 4

Read on AO3

Jason doesn’t mind stakeouts generally. He likes the peace and quiet of being alone, of stalking his prey and figuring out their ins and outs so he can take them out. It’s probably a bit of the Selina Kyle training he got in his youth slipping in and he absolutely loves it.

A stakeout with Roy isn’t even too bad, because he loves Roy and even though Roy loves to talk sometimes, he gets the need for quiet when on a stakeout. He understands Jason’s desire for silence, for focus. Plus if things get really boring they can just make out. It’s a win-win situation no matter what really.

Jason however decidedly hates stakeouts with his brothers, except for maybe Duke who at least knows the value of silence even if he thinks quote on quote ‘stakeouts are stupid, that’s what the internet is for’. Damian’s impulse control makes Jason look like a patient saint, Dick treats it like he’s a still a cop and Tim might be worst of all.

Tim Drake is incredibly smart, though Jason doesn’t like to tell him that. He’s hardwired like a better detective than Batman himself, which he also doesn’t like to tell him. He’s focused, determined and sharp as a tack at most times. Except evidently on a stakeout when he’s on his tenth black eye with three extra shots of the night. Jason has no idea when Tim last slept, but he’s starting to feel like it was a worrying amount of time ago.

Tim’s gone from focusing his attention solely on the target across the street to looking in the living rooms of any place he can find and seeing what’s on tv. He’s quoted a range of television shows and movies verbatim and he’s spouted out so many facts about things only barely related to what he’s catching on people’s televisions that Jason can’t keep track.

He’s basically driving Jason insane as he tries to keep his own focus on Sophia Falcone in her luxury penthouse apartment that she’s rumored to have not left in pushing three months now. She’s up to no good, that much they know, just what kind of family business no good they’re not sure. Which is why they’re staked out on a rooftop in 70-degree nighttime heat in form fitting leather. Not to watch people’s tv’s.

Tim’s leg is bouncing up and down the jitters of the coffees keeping him in constant motion. Frankly between the heat, the deeply uneven ratio of coffee to water and the constant movement Jason’s not quite sure how Tim hasn’t passed out from dehydration yet.

Scientists should probably study Tim for inhuman ability related to coffee which is coming from a guy who should probably be studied for the whole coming back from the dead thing.

Tim’s been quite for a while now, finally, but the silence is broken when he starts muttering under his breath. Jason looks over from where Sofia has been barking orders at a maid to see Tim swaying back and forth and gives him a judgmental look.

Soon enough the muttering gets a little louder and Jason can clearly tell he’s singing, poorly so but singing nonetheless.

“And the line where sky beats the sea, it calls me!” he sings a little too loud for their position. Jason smacks him on the shoulder gaining his attention.

“Keep it down,” he says before turning his attention back to Sofia, but he can only see the poor haggard maid now. “Also, that’s not the lyrics.”

Tim doesn’t say a thing which he knows he should be grateful for, but he really needs to know if Tim’s coffee addled brain understands that he has to keep it down so he pulls his focus back to Tim.

He expects him to be once again watching Moana through some poor person’s window, but instead Tim is looking directly at him eyes bright, wide and positively delighted under his domino mask sporting the dorkiest fucking smile Jason has ever seen on a human being.

“What?” he asks confused, feeling like he’s clearly missing something.

“You know the lyrics to Moana,” Tim says with absolute glee.

Jason just shrugs. “So? Lian loves it and Roy does this whole thing where he sings it to her when she’s in the tub. There’s a whole production with plastic boats and a water-logged Barbie involved and everything,” he says trying to play it off as nothing to think about, but knowing he sounds exceedingly fond. It’s one of the cutest things he’s ever seen and Roy’s voice is actually pretty nice, in another life he might have been a low rent rockstar. He has the hair for it.

“You’re so domestic now,” Tim giggles taking another sip of his latest cold brew. Jason thinks Alfred and magic must be involved in how he fit so many into his little cooler. “It’s adorable.”

“I’m not domestic now,” Jason balks at Tim his gut instinct to instantly deny. He’s the Red Hood, the nightmare that criminals tell their lackeys about. He’s a badass raised on the streets who’s spent time in the tutelage of some of the greatest criminal masterminds alive. He can take any gun you sit in front of him apart and put it back together in under fifteen seconds. He was raised on the streets dammit, he’s the broken son of the Bat. He’s not domestic, he’s a badass.

“I’m the fucking Red Hood,” he says instead of all that, it seems like he’d be reaching too far and being a bit too defensive if he went on the rant he just had in his head.

“Yeah you are,” Tim says with that goofy smile just getting goofier. “And the fucking Red Hood is a big ol’ domestic softie now who’s in love,” Tim singsongs the word love. “And makes casseroles and knows all the words to Moana,” he finishes off in explanation with playful poke to Jason’s shoulder

Jason shoves his hand away and bristles at the implication he’s gone soft. So what if he spends more time at home than he ever has before and he puts a little more effort into his cooking now that he’s cooking for three instead of quick meals for one in empty safehouses. So what if he makes his choices based entirely on whether it will cut into his time with Roy and Lian. And yeah, maybe he knows more about Disney animation now than he ever did even when he was a child himself, but he’s a sort of stepfather and sort of husband these days and it all comes with the territory.

It doesn’t mean he can’t still kick ass and demolish the criminal underbelly of Gotham.

“Am not,” he replies like the mature adult he is. “You are.”

Tim just scoffs at him, actually says the word scoff. The coffee has to be making him delusional by now.

“Don’t live in denial brother o’ mine, you’ve changed man,” Tim giggles again swirling his coffee around the ice clinking loudly in the rare quiet of a Gotham city night.

“No I haven’t,” Jason says even though he knows that’s not true. He’s better than he used to be. It’s not a thing to get defensive about, but he feels like his brother’s should still think of him as tough for some reason. His sister never has, so he’s not too worried that Cassandra has definitely caught him making unicorn shaped pancakes in the kitchen one morning and caught him obsessing over rings in a jewelry store window for a reason he hasn’t quite admitted to yet that one time. She’s a great secret keeper too, since Tim definitely would be bringing up those events right now if she had blabbed.

“It’s not a bad thing,” Tim says between big slurps of his coffee. “You’re still the spooky boogeyman that criminals fear, but you’re also the guy whose ringtone is from the Little Mermaid. It’s a cool balance, pretty sure it’s the balance we’re all trying find.”

“Lian changed my ringtone and every time I switch it back she just does it again, so I left it,” Jason says feeling a little less defensive now. Maybe Tim’s right, maybe it’s not necessarily a bad thing. He is the happiest he’s been since he crawled out of his own grave, happier than he was even in those vague rare memories of joy he has from his own childhood.

“Sweet,” Tim says warmly picking his binoculars back up and going back to the house where the movie is playing instead of the criminal kingpin’s daughter. Jason just rolls his eyes focusing his own attention back on the task at hand.

They sit quietly after that Jason watching as Falcone Jr. paces in front of her fireplace clearly agitated about something while Tim quietly enjoys his movie.

“So what are the lyrics?” Tim asks breaking the quiet. It seems he’s run out of coffee now and has resorted to just chewing on the straw.

“It’s where the sky meets the sea not beats,” he emphasizes.

“Cool,” Tim says finally shifting his binoculars back to the same place Jason has been looking for the past four hours. Another few beats of quiet pass and Jason thinks maybe finally they’re back in business, until Tim ruins it.

“Will you sing it for me? You know to make sure I get it right?” he asks and Jason looks over at him his eyes still trained on the penthouse, but with that goofy smile on his lips again.

Why did Bruce have to adopt so many damn kids? Jason could have been an only child, that would have been nice.

Jason squares his shoulders and puts on his best Red Hood voice. “Absolutely fucking not.”

He only sings for Lian dammit.

[dirtyoatmeall]

3 long years (Bokuto x reader)

A/N: So I finally am trying my hand at the secret kid trope. I know these are done a lot but I’ve had this idea in my head for days and I had to write it. I was originally going to do a series but decided to just do one part. (The dinosaur mentioned is Kamuysaurus) Timeskip Bokuto so beware of job spoilers!

Pairing: Bokuto x Fem pronouns/ fem assumed reader

Word Count: Over 5k! (im so sorry)

Warnings: Angst? Happy ending, exes to lovers, long fic

`

“Yua!” you call as you continue to shove toys into the small backpack. You smile as you hear the fast pitter-patter of feet before a quiet “Yes momma?” signaling your daughter had entered the room. You turn on your feet to face her, and smile softly at the toddler. She was gripping her favorite blanket in her hand and had one of her dinosaurs in the other. She was wearing an outfit she picked out and put on by herself, a pair of pink overalls and a white shirt with frogs underneath. Her hair was in pigtails per request, but you had a feeling by the time you picked her up it would be in braids.

You motioned for her to come to you, and you folded the blanket and placed it along with the plush in the bag. You helped her put on her shoes, which were different colors, and tied them slowly so she could watch. You patted her knees when you were done, blowing a raspberry on her cheek before standing and grabbing the bag you had packed. Yua hopped up, running out of the room for a moment before running back in, paper clutched in hand. You raised an eyebrow but didn’t question it, checking the time and grabbing your purse. You turn to your daughter, making sure you both have everything before reaching for her hand. She takes it and the two of you exit your apartment, stopping for a moment to lock up before heading to your car. You buckle Yua in her car seat, putting her bag below her feet before getting in the car yourself, putting on the Sofia the First soundtrack before driving off.

After a short while you pull in front of another apartment building, turning the car off and helping Yua from her seat. She takes her bag this time and holds your hand as you board the elevator. You let her push the button for the correct floor and watch as she jumps over the gaps in the floor as she exits. The two of you race to the apartment, her smiling and slightly panting as she waits for you. You smile and congratulate her on winning, letting her ring the doorbell of the apartment. She presses the buzzer four times, which would have been more if not for the look you shot her when she giggled. “I think he knows you’re here by now Yua” She simply shrugs and rocks on her feet while you wait at the door.

After a few moments the door opens, Tsukishima raises his eyebrow at your daughter who loudly greets him, “You know you’re gonna wake up Kaeru with all that ruckus.” Yua just sticks out her tongue and goes to run into the apartment, most likely to find the cat. You catch the back of her shirt, helping her take off her shoes and take her bag before releasing her. You shake your head as you watch her search for the cat, turning to the blonde.

 “Thanks again for watching her Tsukishima, I know you’re having friends over later, I’ll try to be done by then.” He simply waves you off, taking Yua’s bag from you. “And like I said, its not a problem. All of them like kids, and we don’t have any plans besides being here, just focus on passing the test. You can even hang around after, I think I still have some of the gremlins pajamas here from last time.” You snort at the way Yua turned around slowly at the nickname, squinting up at Tsukishima.

She trotted over to you, tugging your sleeve down to whisper in your ear. You nod and stand up to your full height, digging the paper she had given you earlier out and handed it to the toddler. She unfolds it and presents it to Tsukishima. “Look Tsumki, I drew you a Kamu-, Kamyu-” She looked at you and you nodded encouragingly, “A Kamusamus!” She finished, smiling proudly, handing the picture to Tsukishima, who narrowed his eyes, pretending to scrutinize it before nodding. “Yep, that’s definitely a Kamusamus. I’ll tell you all about them later, How bout you say bye to your mom and we’ll go watch Atlantis?” Yua nodded frantically, hugging your thighs, letting you kiss her head before she ran to the couch. You said your goodbyes to Tsukishima before leaving for your university.

About an hour into the movie, the doorbell rang, causing Yua to stiffen. Tsukishima patted her head and paused the movie. “My friends are here, do you want to come meet them?” She nodded slowly, gripping the blondes fingers nervously and she walked with him to the door. She hid behind his legs as the others came into the apartment, gripping his jeans and peeking out before hiding again when she made eye contact with one of them. She hears a chuckle and peeks out again.

One of the taller ones had crouched down, smiling at her. She looked up to Tsukishima, who nodded to her, before she stepped out behind his legs, messing with the buckle of her overalls. “Hello.” She greeted in a small voice. The man continued to smile at her, “Hello to you too. My names Kuroo, I’m one of Tsukki’s friends, what’s your name?” She squeezed Tsukishima’s fingers before replying with her name. She chewed her lip, eyes flicking from Kuroo’s face to his hair. He chuckled and leaned his head forward, “You can touch it if you want.” She inhaled sharply and reached out tentatively, touching a small piece before running her hand into the mess of black hair, giggling at it’s softness. She tugs lightly on a piece before returning her hand to her overall buckle. Kuroo grins and stands up, taking off his shoes and moving to the kitchen.

Yua greets two others before the final person crouches before her. Her eyes move from her feet to the person in front of her and she gasps, eyes growing wide. “Bokkun!” She exclaims before raising her hands to look like claws and grins wide and sticks her tongue out. Bokuto and Tsukishima’s eyebrows raise and Bokuto copies her and laughs, “Oh I didn’t realize you were a fan!” Yua nods repeatedly, looking up to Tsukishima before lowering her voice, though not enough for the blonde not to hear, and she waves Bokuto closer. “Don’t tell Tsumki, but you’re my momma’s favorite. We watch all of your games!” Bokuto laughs and Yua leans back speaking in a louder voice, “Sorry but Tsumki is my favorite vomball player.” She tries to wink at Bokuto but fails. He ruffles her hair and stands, going to meet the others in the kitchen. Tsukishima grumbles and leads Yua after them.

After eating the pizza Akaashi had brought, Yua and the others move into the living room. She crawls onto the couch next to Kenma and tries to watch him play without being too near him, before he pauses and looks to her, “Do you wanna watch?” She nods shyly and he lets her sit in his lap as he continues to play, occasionally explaining what he’s doing. The others look on, Akaashi turning to Tsukishima, “I was surprised when you mentioned her being over, you don’t seem the type to babysit.” Kuroo nods in agreement, Bokuto still watching the toddler, there was just something about her that seemed so familiar to him, but he couldn’t quite place it.

Tsukishima shrugs, moving his attention from Yua to his friends. “I mean it’s not hard, I’ve known Yua since she was a year old, her mom and I are classmates.” Kuroo wiggled his brows, “Just classmates? Or are you trying to be Yua’s step-dad?” Tsukishima rolled his eyes, “No, we are just classmates, besides, she’s definitely still hung up on Yua’s dad. I haven’t really asked about him, but I guess they broke up when she got pregnant, he doesn’t know about it, but I can tell her mom misses him. She’s in the year above me, they would’ve been third years when she found out, she took a year to work before enrolling. You guys would like her, I invited her to hangout when she’s done.” Akaashi nodded and Kuroo hummed, the latter watched Bokuto, who had moved from where they were to the couch where Yua and Kenma were. Yua had moved from Kenma’s lap to Bokuto’s and the two were watching Moana on the TV while Kenma continued to play on his switch.

You’ve been sitting in your car for the last 5 minutes, you had finished your test early, and since there were only a few of you taking them the professor was able to get grades out the night of. You had just pulled in front of Tsukishima’s apartment when you got the notification that your test had been graded. Your eyes widened as you looked at the grade and your professor’s comments. You had thought you’d done pretty well, but the zero blazing on the screen told a different story. The test was 60% of your grade, and you’d just flunked it. Tears welled up in your eyes as you read your professor’s comments before shutting off your phone. You ran your hands through your hair, trying to steel your nerves and taking out your phone.

To: Tsukishima

Hey, I’m here. Is it ok if I meet you and Yua at the door? Apparently I totally failed the test, and that and the stress of having to move out tomorrow are messing with me.

From: Tsukishima

Yeah that’s fine, We can go over your test later too

You sent a quick thank you before wiping your eyes and making the trek up to his apartment. You knocked softly and sniffled. Tsukishima opened the door a moment later, Yua in his arms and her backpack slung over his shoulder. Yua was sleeping and you smiled before taking her in your arms. You brushed the hair from her face and kissed her forehead. You took the backpack and smiled at Tsukishima.

“Thanks for watching her, sorry we can’t stay longer, I’d love to another time I’m not crying” He smiled and ruffled your hair. “It’s fine, and I’ll see you tomorrow to help you move. I’ll see if my friends can help too if you’d like.” You adjusted Yua gently in your arms and nodded at the blonde. “That’d be a lot of help, you guys can stay over for dinner too. I’ll send you the address when we get home.” He nodded and you left, trying not to jostle Yua too much when you buckled her in her car seat. After getting home and putting her to bed you went to bed yourself. Sending Tsukishima the address before going to sleep.

You woke up bright and early the next day, wanting to get some last minute packing before Yua woke up. You had moved most of your boxes into the new apartment earlier in the week, now it was just clothes and the rest of the furniture. You dropped Yua off at your parent’s house and met Tsukishima at your apartment to move the final things into the truck. Kyotani and Koganegawa had helped move the heavier stuff into the moving truck before Tsukishima showed up, but they had to work so the two of you finished up. Tsukishima drove the truck to your apartment, apparently one of his friends lives in the same complex you were moving into, so him and the other two that could make it were going to meet Tsukishima there to help unload everything while you finished up things with your previous landlord and picked up Yua. The two of you swung by a bakery to pick up some sweets for Tsukishima and his friends to thank them before heading to your new apartment. You noticed the moving truck had been closed already, they finished faster than you had thought. You and Yua carried the rest of your belongings and the sweets from you car and went headed into the complex.

Your complex thankfully had an elevator, unlike your last one. Your new apartment was on the 5th floor, so it was only a short ride in the elevator before you and Yua were walking down the hallway to your apartment. Yua was skipping in front of you, holding the bag with sweets, humming a tune from Moana. You weren’t sure why but you suddenly felt nervous meeting Tsukishima’s friends. You tried to push the feeling down when you got to your door, there was no reason to be nervous, they just helped you move in. You opened the door, watching Yua walk in and start talking to someone. You moved to put the bags on the counter with your purse, not looking where you were going and bumped into someone. Their hands gripped your arms to steady you and you looked up to apologize only to gasp when you meet familiar golden eyes, eyes that looked so much like your daughter’s.

3rd year, night after graduation.

“(Y/N), I- I don’t understand. Was it something I did? Or something I didn’t? Can- Can we please just talk about this, I love you, I thought you felt the same-“ “I do. I love you so much Kotaro, that’s why I have to leave. You need to focus on Volleyball and I don’t want to distract you, to prevent you from getting where you need to go.” You turned, trying not to let him see the pain on your face but he grabbed your arm, turning you to face him. “What do you mean? Why would you slow me down? Is this about me spending too much time practicing? I promise to make time for you baby, please. I need you in my life. I meant what I said before, you’re it for me, I’ll do whatever it takes to keep you, (Y/N), please, please don’t leave me.” He pleaded, cupping your cheek to try to get you to look at him. He’s confused and hurt, everything was fine, what happened? All he knew was that he loved you and you loved him, what else did the two of you need? You tugged yourself from his grasp, tightening your hold on your purse until your knuckles were white, tears blurring your vision as you fought the sobs that threatened to escape. “I’m sorry Kotaro, but I need to leave. Please let me go, this is for the best.” With that you turned and left, Bokuto just slid down the wall, burying his face in his hands as he sobbed, what happened?

“(Y/N)” Bokuto breathed, like you would disappear if he said it too loud. His eyes raked over your face, was it really you? You looked the same, your hair longer and dark circles more apararent, but still breathtaking. His heart constricted as he thought of the last time he saw you. What were you doing here, did that mean- Yua interrupted his train of thoughts, a loud giggle as she hugged his legs.

“Bokkun! Momma look, Tsumki is friends with Bokkun!” Her words seemed to break you out of the spell you were in, moving your gaze from the man in front of you to your daughter. The pain that was on your face quickly changed into a smile and you couched down, Bokuto letting go of your arms, still watching you as your daughter moved to hug you. You smiled gently and ruffled her hair. “I did, Why don’t you find Uncle Tsukki and stay with him, momma and Bokkun need to talk. She nodded and ran into the other room. You took a deep breath before standing, looking at your shoes for a moment before looking at Bokuto.

“Why don’t we talk outside?” Your voice was raw with emotion when you spoke, grabbing your purse before heading out the door, Bokuto followed you silently, thoughts racing.  The two of you walked quietly outside the complex to your car that was parked nearby. The two of you sat silently in the car for a moment, You tried to organize your words, an explanation of everything, and Bokuto was thinking of Yua, how old she was compared to when you last saw each other. He inhaled sharply before turning to you, eyes wide. “Is-Is she mine?” he said, voice trembling. He watched you nod and it took a moment for it to process in his brain, and when it did he broke down, hunching over and covering his face with his hands as he cried. You bit your lip, watching him, hands gripping your jeans tightly as you tried not to cry. You had planned to tell him eventually, you wanted Yua to know her father, you just didn’t expect it this soon.

Inside your apartment, Tsukishima heard the door close as Yua ran into the room. “Tsumki! Momma said I need to stay with you, her and Bokkun need to adult talk.” He furrowed his eyebrows, confused on why you needed to talk to Bokuto. He turned from the box he was unpacking and looked to the toddler. “Do you know why they need to talk?” He knew it was a stretch that she would know, but the way she looked down and but her lip indicated she was hiding something. Now even more perplexed, Tsukishima squatted down to Yua’s height. “Is everything ok Yua? You know you can tell me anything right?” She nodded slowly, fidgeting with her shirt before speaking. “I think Bokkun knows he’s my pappa.” Tsukishima inhaled sharply as everyone in the room stopped. Kuroo and Akaashi now looking at the two. “What do you mean he’s your pappa?” It was Akaashi who spoke first, moving to sit next to the toddler who sighed. “Well momma was crying and said she missed pappa, and when I was asleep but not really she said his name.” Akaashi gasped slightly and turned to Tsukishima, “Tsukishima when is Yua’s birthday?” “November 13th, why?” As Akaashi did the math, it was Kurro who figured it out first. “Tsukki, is her mom’s name (Y/N) (L/N)?” He nodded, still confused when Akaashi ran his fingers through his hair sighing. “Then she’s right, Bokuto is Yua’s father.”  Tsukishima, who was still confused as ever asked Akaashi to explain. Kuroo took Yua to the living room while they talked.

In your car, you pulled your knees to your chest, picking at your shoe as you thought of what to say when Bokuto beat you to it. “That’s why you left right? It was because you were pregnant? Did you think I would be mad? That I didn’t want her?” He had stopped crying but his voice was still raw. You clench your jaw as you thought of the right words to say. “ I did leave after I found out I was pregnant. But it wasn’t for that reason, we were about to graduate Bokuto , we were 18, you were scouted for the pros, I didn’t want anything holding you back from joining. I knew that if you found out that you’d drop everything to take care of us. I didn’t want you to not follow your dreams for me, for us. You were made for more than a 9 to 5 office job.”

You were crying now, thinking back to the day you found out, the week following that you tried to decide what to do. You were going to tell him, but the day you had planned to, he was scouted, offered to play in the pros, like he’s always wanted. You knew then you had to leave, no matter how hard. “I didn’t want to leave, I loved you like I said, that never stopped, I just couldn’t bear the thought that you would one day resent me for preventing you from chasing your dreams.”

You took a deep breath, trying to keep the sobs at bay, not able to look at Bokuto. “I was going to tell you. I wasn’t keeping her a secret from you, I made sure she knew you, we watched all of your games, she’s a big fan you know. But as you went farther, as you accomplished more, it became harder to have the courage to tell you. I didn’t want you to think that I sprung a child on you for your money, I don’t care about it, I never did. Then school started, and you were traveling around the world, and I started to doubt myself, would you even want to be in her life? What if you had moved on, what if you were in a relationship and didn’t have room for us? I didn’t want to subject Yua to rejection. I didn’t want her to meet her father just for him to not want anything to do with her. But god, she’s so much like you Bokuto. She has your eyes, your outlook on the world, especially your energy. She is like you in so many ways it’s a constant reminder of you, so even if I couldn’t have all of you, I still had her, and in a way it was like you were still with me, as dumb as that sounds.” By the time you had finished speaking, your vision was blurry, and your fingers were sore from gripping your pants too tight. As relieving as it was to finally let it all out, you still felt shame burn in your gut. Shame of hiding her, for not telling him right away, for leaving.

You wiped your eyes, sniffling as you waited for him to reply. For him to yell at you, for him to leave. But it never came, instead a hand rested gently on your shoulder. You could hear him shift in the seat beside you and you turned to look at him with baited breath. “(Y/N), I understand. We were young, we still are. And you’re right, I wouldn’t have accepted the scouts offer if I had known, I would’ve gotten a reliable job instead. But I hope you know that I would never resent you, for anything. I never stopped loving you (Y/N), you’re still the one for me, and that will never change. I want to be a part of Yua’s life, of both your lives any way I can.” His hand moved from your shoulder to your hand, and you gripped it tightly. You let out a shuddering breath, and nodded.

Bokuto let go of your hand and the two of you exited your car. You rushed into his arms, wrapping your arms around his neck and crying into his shoulder. Bokuto’s arms snaked around your middle and he buried his face into your hair, it had been so long since he last held you. After a few minutes you took a step back, moving your hands down to his chest. One of his hands moved to cup your cheek and you nuzzled into it. Bokuto kissed your forehead, pulling back to look at you affectionately. “C’mon, let’s go inside.” You nodded and followed, wiping your nose as you tried to look like you haven’t been crying for the past 30 minutes.

When you opened the door to your apartment, a blur ran at you, and you bent over to life Yua into your arms. She hugged your neck as you rubbed her back gently. She pulled back and looked at you with big golden eyes. “Are you okay momma?” You smiled and kissed her forehead. “Yes baby I’m okay. There’s something I need to talk to you about though.” You shifted her to your hip and turned to Bokuto, you smiled softly at the girl. But before you could try to explain she spoke. “Bokkun is my pappa right?” You chuckled softly and nodded. She nodded to herself and wiggled in your arms, asking to be let down. You set her down and she walked over to Bokuto, who crouched down to her height as they talked.

You turned to the other three in the room, snorting slightly when you realized who the other two were. You walked over and smiled awkwardly. “I guess it was naïve to think there were multiple volleyball playing Tsukishima Kei’s in Japan.” The blonde just chuckles and ruffles your hair as he leaves you with the other two. “Whatever, I’m gonna order pizza for everyone.”

You turned to the other two, not quite sure what to say, when Akaashi hugs you tightly. “We missed you.” He says softly, and damn, you were not expecting to have any tears left, but it seems like you did as they spilled over your cheeks. You gripped Akaashi’s shirt, wiping your eyes as he pulled away, only to be pulled into another hug by Kuroo. “I shoulda known such a cute kid came from you.” You rolled your still teary eyes as you hugged Kuroo. After a moment you pulled away, sniffling. “Well, thanks for helping me move in, Tsukishima said one of you guys lived in the complex.

Akaashi nodded, “I live on the third floor.” You smiled, glad one of closest friends was back and that they lived so close. Kuroo sighed, “Me and Kenma live in Tokyo, he was at Kei’s yesterday but had a meeting today so he wasn’t able to make it, he really would’ve liked to see you.” “Well you guys are gonna be seeing a lot more of us I can tell you that for sure.” You replied, you had already gone 3 years without seeing your friends, you weren’t letting them go that easily again.

After the pizza came and everyone ate, you cleared away room for the sofa and TV, getting it hooked up for a movie. You sat at the end, Yua in your lap and Bokuto next to you, who put his arm around you a bit into the movie. You smiled and leaned into his embrace. After the movie was over people started to file out, Tsukishima, Kuroo and Akaashi all left after getting hugs goodnight from you and Yua.

After another movie you put Yua to bed, Bokuto watching from the door frame as you read her a bedtime story. You gave her a kiss goodnight and shut off the light, closing the door somewhat. Bokuto followed you into your room and watched as you looked through a few boxes before grabbing a box and sitting on your bed. You patted the spot next to you for him to join you. He watched as you took a deep breath and opened the box in your hands. Inside were stacks of letters, about 20 if he had to guess. He looked at you, as you fondly took out a stack of letters. “I figured when I finally got around to telling you about Yua, you’d want to know about her childhood, so I wrote these letters through my pregnancy, after milestones, or just when I wished you were with me. There are pictures and other things in most of them.” You set the stack back in the box and handed it to Bokuto. “I actually wrote the most recent one a few days ago, they’re all dated too. I um haven’t changed my phone number either, if you still have it, I still have yours, if you haven’t changed it that is.”

You looked at him, trying to figure out how to tell him everything running through your head at the moment. He picked up and looked at a few of the letters, looking at the dates written in the envelope before turning to you. “Uh, no I haven’t changed mine, and I do still have yours saved. I don’t have to be back in Osaka for a bit, um, would it be okay if I came over again?” You nodded, “Honestly, I was thinking of ways to ask you to stay. You can stay with us until you have to go back, and um, anytime you want to come visit you can stay here too.”

Bokuto set the letters back in the box and placed it on the ground, turning to you. He placed a hand on your knee and shuffled a bit closer. “I’d really like that. And I know you just moved in here and you’re in school right now, but when your lease is up and if you’re up for it, you and Yua can come live with me in Osaka, there’s a great university there that’s near my apartment you could transfer to, and I’m sure there are great schools for her too. We could even move into a house if that’s what you want. I just don’t want to leave you again.” You sucked in a breath, you had only signed a year lease, and the university in Osaka did offer your major. “Is-is it okay if I think about it?” Bokuto nodded hurridley “Of course! I don’t want you to feel pressured to do anything!” You smiled and gripped his hand that was on your knee, squeezing it reassuringly.

You looked at the time on your phone and yawned, it was late and you’d had an all around exhausting day. You turned to Bokuto once again, “I’m beat, You ready for bed?” Bokuto nodded and got up to leave, you gripped his hand tighter, tugging him towards you. He looked at you questioningly. “ I finally get you in my life after 3 long years, you think I’m gonna make you sleep on the couch?” Bokuto flushed slightly and stepped towards you. You parted your legs for him to stand between them and looked up at him. He gripped your chin lightly and leaned down to softly kiss you. Though it certainly didn’t stay that way, your arms moving you wrap around his neck and pull him with you as you fall back onto the mattress. 

Bokuto moved his hand from your chin to your face, cupping it lightly as his other hand rested on your hip. After a few moments that felt like forever you pulled away for air, panting slightly. He rested his forehead against yours as the two of you caught your breath and grinned. He stood back up chuckling at your whine. “I have a overnight bag in my car, let me go grab it.” You nodded, still pouting and got up to get ready for bed while he went to his car. You were just crawling into the covers when he came back into your bedroom. He stopped in the doorway, eyes zeroed in on your shirt. You looked down, before flushing when you realized it was a MSBY shirt you had bought, with the number 12 across the front. He smirked and went to change quickly before crawling into bed with you. You sighed, content to finally be back in Bokuto’s arms, even if it had taken a few years. You tangled your legs together and he kissed your hair as you fell asleep listening to the sound of his heartbeat.

[xpeachesncream]

could i ask a request? an aiko drabbles of she seeing reader and taehyung together. please? thank you!

perfectly wrong | drabble [9]: when you and taehyung run into aiko at the movies and she’s still bitter.

word count: 1.7k

warnings: cussing, implied sexual content, miss sassy pants y/n and we love to see it cause tae can handle his baby

"Tae!" You laughed loudly as he carried you on his back, galloping like a mad man as you both made your way from the garage to the movie theater.

"I told you it was faster that way." You drop down from his back as you both come into full view of the theater box office.

"Look at you, all tired and shit now."

"I don't know why you're complaining when you didn't have to do any work, missy." You laugh as you playfully shove him to the side. Tonight, you and Taehyung decided last minute that you both wanted to head out and watch a late night movie at the new fancy theater nearby. This new and fancy theater was the kind of movie theater that served you food and drinks right at your seat, with the added bonus of comfy, reclining chairs.

The sweet, sweet life.

"What do you wanna watch?" Taehyung's puppy eyes are glued to the board with all the movies and times listed. There was a good mix of new and older movies showing.

"Moana." His lips are sealed into a fine, thin line.

"What do you actually wanna watch?"

"Did I not just name a movie?"

"Rise of Skywalker? Nice!" He says, raising his hand for you to high-five. You return the high-five simply because he was your boyfriend, but you continued to shake your head.

"Let's watch Knives Out." He nods in agreement.

"Actually, I'm down for that one. I'm a fan of Chris Evans." You laugh.

"Yeah, same." He looks at you with a blank expression.

"Mm, actually nevermind." You playfully hit him as he realizes that you'd be gushing over Chris Evans during the entire movie.

"Oh quit, I'm obviously not the only one who'll be gushing over him."

"Look young lady, if I hear one word about how big his muscles are, you're leaving and I'm staying." You laugh.

"Go buy the tickets, Taehyung." You stand aside, waiting for Taehyung to buy the movie tickets. The theater wasn't too crowded, either because it was still too new or because it was a little later in the evening than most people would like - either way, you were okay with it. You didn't have to talk to people from campus or run into anyone you or Taehyung knew.

Except, you realize you've spoken too soon when you look around and realize who's standing a couple of feet away from you.

Aiko.

She's standing around with two other friends, but it looks like she had spotted you before you spotted her. She's keeping her gaze on you as she talks to her friend, her friend trying to slyly look back at you but failing miserably.

Girl, I really wish you would try me.

You for sure haven't forgotten the way she came at you during Jin's party, like you were the sole reason as to why her world came crumbling down on her.

"Uh?" Taehyung furrows his brows as he holds out the tickets. "Babe, you alright? Why do you look so annoyed?"

"Ohhhh, it's nothing." You smile through the annoyance she had brought onto you.

"Funny that you think I don't know you well enough." He turns to follow your gaze, watching Aiko start to strut her way over. He sighs when he returns his attention to you and squeezes your hand to try and relax you. "Come, let's just go inside."

"Hey guys, nice seeing you two here." Aiko says, batting her eyelashes at you and Taehyung innocently.

"Uh, hey." He turns to you. "Y/N? Let's go."

"Aiko." You flatly greet her.

"Happy to see it's actually working out between you two."

"Thanks." You copy her tone and scrunch your nose, hoping she'd catch on to the attitude making its way through. Honestly, Aiko was still bitter about how things went down. She's bitter because for awhile, Taehyung made it seem like she was the one who could change him. He made it seem like she was the one he was dropping all his stupid games for. She thought this was going to her. That's why she was so quick to leave Jin because Taehyung was so fucking good at woo'ing her and making her fall head over heels for him. Just down to the way he touched her and fucked her. The familiar, over-used sweet nothings he'd tell her.

Aiko's bitter. She's triggered. She really hates the fact that she had to run into you both, together.

Yeah, and you hate thinking about it. You hate thinking about the time your man had spent with her and what that was possibly like.

It made your skin crawl.

"Y/N, the movie." Taehyung says, no longer saying another word to Aiko. They were treating each other like long time exes, almost like how he was with Hana. Maybe this was just Taehyung's way of pushing people out when he didn't know how to deal.

"Okay." You respond as you give Aiko one last look before you and Taehyung are walking off to head inside.

"You know you don't need to be like that right?"

"Like what?"

"Little miss sassy pants."

"She didn't have to say anything in the first place. No one was looking for her." You looked at him, confused. Truly. Why did she have to look at you like that? Why did she have to talk to you to her friends like that? Girl, you don't know me. This was not your problem to deal with.

"Baby." Taehyung chuckles, shaking his head. He wasn't even surprised, he knew you always had this fire in you and there was really no way to put it out. "Not even worth the energy." He grabs your hand and leads the way to the theater.

As you both sit down and take a look at the menu to order some things, Taehyung leaves you alone for a second to use the bathroom. You were texting your friends when you had seen Taehyung's phone light up next to you. Typically, you don't really care what's going on in Taehyung's phone. You weren't that girl. However, your eyes drifted towards the screen for a quick second only to see a Snapchat notification from Aiko and a text.

You didn't even know he still had her name in the books like that.

"Baby, the bathrooms here are—" He proceeds to sign chef's kiss, but then realizes you were just staring at him. "Huh? What is it?" He looks down at his phone and checks the screen.

"I didn't even know you had her number still."

"I wasn't gonna go out of my way to delete it." He catches himself. "Wait, that came out wrong. I mean, after everything happened, it wasn't necessarily first on my list." You understood what he was saying but you just shrugged it off anyway.

"This must be important, being that she was just mad as fuck at you." He sighs and quickly opens the app to check the snap with you. He presses the notification, only to show her in a very seductive selfie photo. Cleavage in full view, biting onto a finger and hair all arranged to look semi-messy?

"Beats me." He lets go of the box to remove the snap. "I just feel like things could have worked out better if we had a proper conversation." He reads her text out loud.

"She really wants you." He swipes left to delete the text from his inbox before smirking at you and putting you in a gentle headlock.

"Mm, but I want this lady right here." You giggle as he showers your face with tons of kisses. He had let you free once he realized the flatbread you ordered was coming your way. He clapped happily and began to dig in.

"Can I ask you something?"

"Whatever you want, love."

"Were you really interested in her?" He shrugged.

"For a minute, I really didn't think I would be able to work things out with you. I really, really wanted to be with you before Aiko even came in the picture, but I was scared and the whole thing with Jungkook at the time was making it hard for me." You nodded.

"I'm just curious."

"So, I guess that's why she's mad. I kind of did give her that false hope." He chuckles. "But also, I mean, it's me."

"Taehyung, shut the hell up. You caused so many issues." You chuckled as you bit into your flatbread piece.

"Yesssss and I apologized, right?" He elongates his yes. You simply nod and take a sip of your cocktail. "Okay, then all is well. We're past this and she isn't in the picture. You are." He was right, there was really no use of being bitter or getting sassy about it. No matter what Aiko tried to do or say, he wasn't here with her. It was you.

Aiko was just gonna have to deal.

A couple of days later, you were working a shift at Jin's café with Jungkook. It hadn't been too busy, but there was a moment where things picked up and all three of you were busting your ass to get orders out. As time went out and things settled, Jin was able to fix whatever he needed to in the kitchen, while you and Jungkook held the fort down at the front.

"Who uses snapchat anymore?" Jin comes out of the kitchen, fiddling on his phone.

"Why?" You and Jungkook were rearranging the pastries.

"Aiko sent me a snapchat."

"Funny, she sent Taehyung one a couple of days ago when we ran into her at the movies."

"You ran into her?" Jungkook asks, taking the tongs out of your hands. "How'd that go?"

"Kind of awkward? She came up to us out of nowhere just to be like waaaaow so happy it's working out between you two." You mocked her tone again.

"At least she said she's happy about it." Jin joked in typical Jin fashion.

"What's the snap she sent you?" Jin presses down on the box to show the same exact photo she had sent Taehyung.

"Yah! Look!" Jin laughed, Jungkook going around to look over his shoulder.

"She has nice boobies."

"Oy! Inappropriate!" You bop Jungkook on the head before quickly leaning over and taking a look again. "She sent the same one to Tae."

"Should I send her the eyes?"

"No, no. Don't. Send her a thumbs up since that's all you ever send people." Jin and Jungkook start cracking up, making you walk away from their chaos.

[anobscurename]

ocean eyes – chris evans

PART I | PART II | PART III

concept: a collection of happenings, but there do happen to be a lot of references to the other parts. it’s just plotless fluff at this point. the slowest of slow burns. there will be many more parts. this is your moving in – finally – and the welcome party that follows.

pairing: chris evans x reader

word count: 2.7k

warnings: a lot of teasing, ice cream, dirty thoughts, and a touch of sexual frustration.

author’s note: so this is part four, and we finally have some mackie and stan action! also, because i believe in all ice cream flavour superiority, i have left a little “choose your own response” thing. select whichever one fits you as the reader :)

“Is that the last of it?”

“I think so.” You were breathless from the move, boxes covering almost every viable flat surface of your new bedroom.

Chris had himself a rather nice house up on the Hollywood Hills, and through one of the many windows, you glimpsed the shimmering reflection of a spacious pool. The residence boasted three bedrooms, and now one was yours. It was enough to make your head spin.

“I’ll let you get settled, then,” Chris smiled, his hand finding your shoulder in a gesture that suggested nothing more than friendship – one which your body reacted to as something more. His hand was warm, and you hoped he didn’t notice the goosebumps that rose on your arms at his very touch. The scent of him invaded your nostrils, utterly intoxicating.

You folded your arms across your chest hoping to disguise the sudden gooseflesh. There was something about him that made your hair stand on end, but in a purely unadulterated good way – some kind of magnetic energy that made you want his hands encompassing every inch of your body, committing it to his memory. When he retracted his hand, you hoped he hadn’t seen the slump of your shoulders in soft disappointment.

He had.

And if you had been paying more attention to him, and not your own suddenly raging hormones, then you wouldn’t have missed the smirk that quirked his lips at the visible effect he appeared to have on you.

“Don’t take too long, though,” he added by the doorway. The mere glimpse you caught of his cheekbones in profile had your breath stuttering erratically, even more so than the weight of your neatly packed boxes ever hoped to achieve. “We have a welcome party to get to in a few hours.”

——————

The welcome party, you were to discover later, was a party of two – just you and your cab thief – to be later joined by two of his friends who happened to be in L.A.

You banished any and all thoughts of it being a date or not this time, and found yourself much more put at ease by it once you had set your resolve. You were his friend – barely even that, if you would let yourself admit it – nothing less, nothing more. And what type of date would it be with his friends there, in any case?

So outfit choice came easy. If you were to be living together, he would inevitably become accustomed to you looking borderline homeless at times, and should the occasion call for it, like an absolute goddess the next. And so your selection of clothing came effortless, settling for something in between: a homeless goddess.

You didn’t know where Chris was taking you, so the selected aesthetic happened to be minimalistic makeup and a black jumpsuit that could either be dressed up or down, but looked classy all the same. You decided to dress it down – pairing it with a pair of old worn in Docs you had on hand – and one look at him – as he waited patiently for you on the couch – you knew you had made the perfect choice.

He had his legs crossed, ankle balancing on knee as he bounced his leg subconsciously. Dodger’s head was in his lap as he absentmindedly petted him. His legs were clad in dark wash jeans, tailored to fit him perfectly, and his torso sported a dark blue button up under a brown leather jacket. His hair was slicked back – either from a shower or from styling product, only time would tell.

Hell, he’d even shaved for this, his face appearing much more boyishly charming than anything now.

It took a moment for you to register that Steve Rogers and Chris Evans were two different people, what with him sat there in an ensemble he must’ve stolen from the costume department.

It was Dodger that noticed you first. He had taken quite the liking to you when you first arrived – three hours ago, to be precise – and it had taken almost half an hour to get him to leave your room so you could begin in the tedium of unpacking. He had been practically inconsolable, and had scratched at your door for another ten minutes after until Chris eventually decided to spend some time with him out in the garden to distract him from your loss. You knew you and the boxer were going to be fast friends. Especially now that his tail was pounding furiously in its wagging, beating the couch cushions into submission. It was then that Chris noticed you, too.

He turned his head, and time seemed to slow. A second felt drawn into an hour as he took you in. There was an imperceptible, intranslatable crease in his brow before it slackened and his face broke into a soft, boyish grin. “Wow,” he said softly.

“Is it… too much? I can go change if–”

“No!” He cleared his throat, his hurried response jarring enough to make even Dodger cock his head. “No, you look perfect. Beautiful. Great.”

His smile was contagious and you found your face splitting into a delighted beam. “You’re one to talk. You clean up nice, Captain Armani.”

He rose from the couch. Dodger followed him off to bound up to you and give your hand a soft lick. Under his breath, you could hear Chris scoff at the Captain Armani tease. “You ready to go?”

“Um, yeah… What about Dodger though? Will he be alright?”

“He’ll be fine. We won’t be out long anyways,” Chris winked – more so to Dodger than you, but that did nothing to stave off the shiver that ran unbidden down your spine. “I promise.”

——————

Chris took you to a restaurant first – nothing fancy, and very clearly nothing too romantic, that was certain; corroborated by the subtle sink of your heart – before you both began your pleasant evening stroll, vaguely in the direction of the “hidden gem” dive bar him and a few of his friends had found when he’d moved to L.A.

It would be an unfaithful recounting of events if you said it hadn’t been a bit awkward at first, but soon enough, you’d both found your footing, and the quick witted teasing and fast fire rapport was almost second nature to the both of you.

“Favourite Disney character, and if you say you don’t have one, you can find somewhere else to live.”

The mirth in his eyes suggested he was joking, but there was an edge to his voice that said otherwise. He was serious to some extent, and for some unfathomable reason, you refused to let him down. Also because you really didn’t have a place to go should this all go sideways. You mentally made a reminder to have a fail safe contingency plan if things got messy – not that they would; you were insistent on that.

“It happens that I’m in luck, then,” you retorted. “Because as it so happens, I have a top five.”

You rattled off your list, loving the way Chris’ smile grew impossibly wider at each name drop.

Your conversation – more a debate on who was the badder bitch: Mulan, Moana, or Elsa – took a natural halt outside a cute hole-in-the-wall ice cream parlour. Suddenly, memories of the first time you met came flooding back.

“Cookies and cream, right?”

He arched a brow in confusion.

“Your favourite ice cream flavour. It was cookies and cream.”

“You remembered.”

It was enough to make you laugh, the surprise in his voice. “Of course I would. You tried to convince me it was the best in the world. Stupidly so, considering [I already am an avid cookies and cream worshipper] // [my allegiances lie with {insert favourite ice cream flavour here}].”

“Yeah, yeah. Do you want some? Before we go and meet Seb and Anthony?”

“Uh, sure,” you shrugged.

He gave you a playful nudge of the elbow and headed to the counter. The order came quick, and soon you were back on your slow crawl to the pub, ice cream already starting to sweat and melt in the sugarcone.

You watched in amusement as Chris all but moaned in ecstasy as he devoured the cookies and cream. The sound was enough to make you moan yourself, but the sight – well, that was a more humourous one to behold. He ate like a starving man, and some dark recess of your mind wondered what else he might be inclined to eat with such passion–

He had caught you staring, and he paused his ministrations. “What?”

“Nothing.” You had tried to stifle your giggle with ice cream, and it had turned into a cough, and now you were outright laughing at him. “Don’t stop on my account, I just think you and your dessert should find a room if you’re going to be so vocal about your pleasure.”

“Oh, I’m sorry, did you want some?” He smirked, offering you his mangled ice cream scoop, half gone already.

“I’ve got my own, I think I’ll survive.” The wink came natural with your response.

“No, really, you should try some.”

“It’s just hard to take you seriously. With all the ice cream on your face.”

He paused, confusion halting his steps. And rightfully so – he still remained immaculate, not a speck out of place. “Where?”

“Right…” – you suddenly grabbed his unsuspecting hand, still clutching his treat, and smeared the icy cold goodness on the side of his cheek – “there!”

Your howl of laughter was short lived as he slowly wiped the ice cream from his face before turning his attention to you. “Oh, you’re gonna regret that.”

It wasn’t menacing by any means, more playful, but when he came at you with his ice cream cone, every intent of menace was there. You were wearing black, after all, and a stain from that cream was going to be glaringly visible for the entire bar excursion.

Easily dodging his attack, you darted to the side and held your own ice cream out, hoping it would keep him at bay. He still advanced, and you knew you were screwed.

So you said fuck it, and ran.

Luckily, you had already been quite close to the bar, and although you wouldn’t be able to tell them where exactly it was should a stranger ask you in passing, you recognized the name on the sign easily enough. Taking one last mournful bite of ice cream, you discarded the rest in a garbage can, it proving more a hindrance to your escape than a good weapon.

Exhilaration flowing through you, peels of laughter leaving your lips, you burst into the bar, hoping you’d be safe. The patrons paid you no mind as you whipped around, eyes cautiously on the door, awaiting your doom.

Chris burst in not soon after you, both of you breathless. He had lost the ice cream along the way too, and with that immediate danger gone, you felt yourself visibly relax.

Among your panting breaths, you chuckled. “Truce?”

He nodded, swallowing thickly. “Truce.”

“Hey, Evans! Over here!”

Both of you turned your attention to the man who spoke. Sat side by side in a booth, waiting for your arrival, was the ever gorgeous Sebastian Stan and Anthony Mackie, the latter having risen to wave you over.

Your heart stuttered at the sheer bizarreness of it all.

“Holy shit,” you whispered. “How do I look?”

“You look great.” When you gazed up at Chris, there was a softness to his eyes and a gentleness to his smile. It astounded you how playful and teasing he could be one second, and how heartachingly genuine he could be the next. “Except…”

Your eyes widened. “Except?!”

He chuckled, reaching out a tentative thumb. When you didn’t pull away, he proceeded. One, large and wildly beautiful hand resting on your cheek, the thumb grazing your lip, you had to remind yourself that you had just run for your life and that was the reason for your heart threatening to break free from your chest – nothing more. But there they were again, the goddamn goosebumps. You shivered, undetectable to him, but what felt like earthquake tremors to you.

He swiped away the leftover ice cream that had been clinging to your lips, and, without a second thought, brought his thumb to those perfect lips of his. Time seemed to slow as you watched him lick and suck the ice cream off his finger, his eyelids fluttering, long lashes fanning closed.

And then the spell broke as he gave you a reassuring and completely friendly smile, unfazed at all by what had just transpired. “There. Much better.”

——————

Anthony was bewildered. “Wait, so he stole your cab?”

“And you let him?” Seb had paused while chalking his cue.

“She never let’s him forget…” Chris grumbled under his breath, taking a languid sip of his beer.

That earned him a mutual eye roll from you and Sebastian, and a look passed between you.

“What a baby,” you mouthed to him from across the pool table.

“I know!” He mouthed back with a smirk while sinking down to line up his next shot.

After an initial round of drinks, you and the boys eventually found yourselves migrating to the pool table. Anthony and Seb were the only ones playing, having gotten to the bar earlier than you and Chris and were pleasantly buzzed by the time you two had entered. Chris and you decided to sit the first round out, instead opting to drink a little more before.

“And then he followed you into an alleyway and you didn’t kick him in the dick?” Anthony gave Seb a pat on the shoulder in consolation when he missed the shot, but still had his attention focused on you, and the unravelling series of events that had led you to this moment.

Seb, still cursing from his failed shot, straightened from the table. “He would’ve been kicked in the dick the moment he tried to steal my cab, I can tell you that.”

Anthony and Sebastian found your story far more amusing than you ever did, but the more you spoke about it with them, the funnier it became.

“Well, it’s not so bad. I got to meet you guys.” You raised your beer in cheers.

Seb pressed a hand to his heart, mouthing a soft “aaw”, while Anthony, although smiling his adorable gap-toothed grin, rolled his eyes. “Man, get the hell out of here with that sappy shit.”

You laughed, hopping off your bar stool. “Alright, come on, it’s my turn. You’re all fucking it up, it really can’t be that hard…”

——————

Apparently it could be that hard. And you weren’t talking about the team of doubles pool game unfolding in front of you…

You were bent over the pool table, lining up your next shot. And Chris was…

His body was pressed against yours, leaning against you, every bit as warm as you expected, and rock hard with taut muscles that you could feel individually ripple at every movement. The smell of him – something delicious and indescribable – was all around you. Affable hands – leaving a blazing trail of goosebumps in their wake – travelled down to cover your own as he “helped you” play pool.

He was speaking low, directly into your ear, each husky word shiver inducing as every so often his lips would brush the shell of your ear as either he or you shifted.

“Nice and steady. Keep your eye on the ball,” he murmured throatily. The hand that wasn’t assiting your grip on the cue idly fell to land on the dip of your waist, travelling down to rest on the curve of your hip – searing hot through your jumpsuit. “Just like that…”

You involuntarily moved beneathe him, and you felt him stiffen. He cleared his throat, the rasp still tinted in his voice, eyes hooded with something unknown.

He drew back, leaving you cold and wanting – but much more clear headed. It wasn’t entirely lost on you, the way he shuffled uncomfortably, having to adjust his jeans – particularly around the crotch area.

“You know, Evans,” you smirked. “If I needed your help, I would’ve asked for it.”

To punctuate your point, you sank the ball you’d had your eye on, and, in quick succession, sank another.

He watched you, captivated, mouth slightly agape. “I…”

You shot Mackie a wink over the table as you missed the next shot, but managed to position the eight ball right in front of his and Seb’s most favoured pocket, effectively screwing them over. He groaned, but nodded and slow clapped in appreciation of the duplicity. You mockingly curtseyed to him, before handing the cue to Chris for his shot.

“Don’t worry,” Seb said, clapping Chris on the shoulder. “You’ll get ‘em next time, tiger.”

[sunseteyes]

HOW FAR I’LL LET GO FOR YOUR WORLD

theme/s: moana, frozen, and little mermaid inspired. the story of a queen and a prince who lived in two different worlds. which one would let go of their throne, title, and family for the other?

word count: 1,937 words

roze’s note: i know those are three disney inspirations and that it’s not really explicitly shown in this oneshot but i hope you all will like this! for me, i think this is one of my best works so far. i enjoyed writing it~ anyway, enjoy reading!

once upon a time, there was a queen.

“all hail (y/n), queen of atlantis! long live the queen!”

the roar of the chant continued on, their voices muffling inside your head as you refused to look at all of them in the eyes. instead, you glanced at your father, his gaze already on yours with a troubled look on his face, one that you could say that could mirror yours.

your breathing was normal but deep inside, your heart was pounding by your chest that if someone were to come close to you, they would have been capable of knowing your fears and anxiety. but even if they looked closer, your tear-stained cheek will not be in view for it was already washed away by the water—or rather, your water. it’s yours now, you own the sea.

“what seems to be bothering you, our queen?" glancing over at one of your most loyal bodyguards, neito, you found his eyes gleaming with concern over your state. you could clearly read them well—the eyes. it's one of the perks of being a mermaid. without using your mouth, any mermaid or merman can have a conversation with either just by looking into the eyes. it's one of the advantages they have against the humans.

yet still, there are casualties in the population.

"don't mind me, monoma." you say, glancing away in hopes your emotions were kept in check, most especially now—where everyone is relying and looking up on you, with their stares and wary gazes focused on your figure, observing each and every move or expression that comes across your face.

he looks like he wanted to talk some more into you but another guard stops him, one that you could say you trust the most.

“apologies, my queen. is neito bothering you again?” kendo, your personal bodyguard. she was a commoner thus the officials did not really want her in such a high position but since your parents trusts her too, she was entitled as the “royal commander”, the guardian of the younger princess of atlantis just because everyone thought that there would be an army for the future queen and it should only be fair to have someone by the princess’ side.

how they thought so wrong.

“no worries, itsuka-chan. monoma was only asking how i was.” you answer as you look around the hall, still finding it a bit dull despite the celebratory theme of the party.

after all, what’s there to celebrate about when yo were just a replacement of a throne that was not really yours since the beginning?

“congratulations for getting the throne, princess (y/n)!”

your eyes landed upon an unpleasant sight of the siren that had been lurking around the kingdom for years.

"she is no longer a princess, dabi. please address the queen correctly." kendo scolds the man and he instantly apoogizes.

"my bad, my bad." he doesn't sound regretful at all. "it appears that your highness is still grieving for her sister and i only wanted to place a smile on her beautiful face once again."

you were trying hard not to show any kind of expression in front of everyone at his words. it was a good thing kendo stayed by your side or else you would have banished your sister's fiance instantly—rather, ex-fiance. sirens were not originally allowed to lurk with the mermen but your family allowed it because your sister claims that she loves the man.

and to think he would have became king if she indeed wed him. you were actually close to coming into conclusion that he wanted to be one, that's why he was with your sister. it could be possible but you couldn't linger in that thought for long or else you'll burst out from the thoughts that clouded your mind.

"excuse me, i need to take a breather."

"wait-your highness!"

you were already swimming away from them—from everyone. you couldn't handle it. to be crowned as queen the day after your sister was declared as dead.

it was all suffocating.

your hand reaches out into the light outside, your lips parting with a silent call—for help? redemption?

whatever it is—you just want to—

you saw how fast darkness envelops the sky from above the water, pulling you away from your train of thoughts. pursing your lips, you suspected a storm would sooner than later.

you were about to head down back to the castle when your attention was called out by a shadow that looms over your figure—something that you certainly could identify.

a ship.

memories of your sister's smile the last time you had seen her pass your mind and you were close to the temptation of that feeling that you never thought you'd ever come by—revenge by pure hatred. yes, that's it. who would have thought that you would ever hate humans?

before you could ascend further, something gets thrown into the water and you were no stupid to not think it was a human. a specie that has legs—of course.

you found yourself colliding with the figure—not too hard though. you were able to prevent it from hitting you hard, but the impact was still there at least.

it was because of his face—that face. you stared at it too long.

you had never seen a human before so you certainly had never seen anyone that could compare this one to. but he looked much like any merman would, minus the gills and the tail. were you enamored because you had never seen anyone with this kind of face? this kind of beauty?

it sooner came to you that he wouldn't be able to breathe without gills.

you have a chance of killing this human.

yet...

pulling him with you, you swam as fast as you could towards the surface, farther from the ship that he fell into. once you had gotten him out, you were able to breathe the fresh air of the outside world, giving you a sense of freedom you always feel when you go out of the water.

you didn't know what you were thinking as you placed the boy down the shore, a hand on his chest. light emitted from where your hand was and as you hovered them further up into his face, the light followed.

water came out of his mouth, just as you had intended. a sigh came out of your lips when the boy coughs and was able to breathe once again. you might have not seen a human before but you have studied them through books and asking from those who have interacted with them.

that’s why it was so hard to resent them. when you learned that your sister was killed by pirates, you couldn’t believe it. yet for some reason, you still did.

you wanted to blame someone—anyone. and that thought of killing this man earlier dawned to you that you were willing to do murder just for revenge.

your sister wouldn’t have liked that.

“who... who are you?”

when you look up to his eyes, every little thought in your mind vanishes away like fire when poured by water. you never knew anyone could have two eye colors and now that you have seen this man, you became much more fascinated.

he doesn’t move away as you lean forward and stare at the turquoise and grey of his orbs, but you could see him glance down and feel his gaze by your tail, an indication that you were not of his kind.

but he remained still.

“you’re...” he looks up again. “you’re a mermaid.”

there were no ill-tone in his voice and you begun to wonder what was on his mind as you continue to keep silent.

your skin crawled for the first time when you two gazed at each other as seconds pass by, too enamored to look away from each other.

was it the same for him? you thought. though as you were to open your mouth and speak, voices from the background catches both of your attention.

he had a troubled look on his face and you didn’t fail to notice it.

“find him! find the prince! make sure he’s dead!”

mermen had could understand human language. and you were no fool to not understand what the situation was.

your hand finds his and as he looks at you again, words slips out of your lips.

“come with me.”

questions towards yourself came as soon as you spoke. you refused to answer them and instead waited patiently for the boy.

you’d just have to make do for later.

what’s important is now. you can’t just let this boy die in front of your eyes. not when you had felt a connection with him.

he glances down at your hand that was on top of his and then made eye contact once again. he has this expression that you couldn’t read, but it only intensified the curiosity you felt towards him.

“how?” his voice was much clearer this time and you couldn’t help but notice how tingles came by your arm as you felt him interlace his fingers with yours, already deciding despite of his question.

you lean forward and he didn’t bulge. there was no fear in the hues of his eyes and all you could feel was the calmness of his soul and the fire that was on your stomach.

“you have to be a siren.” you answer, coming out as a whisper, as if it was a secret that shouldn’t be heard by anyone.

“a siren?”

you nodded, raising another hand to his chest, you felt the warmth emanating from it, much different from how a merman’s body would feel.

“what’s your name?”

“shoto. prince shoto todoroki.”

“prince.” you say, remembering back to the echoes of the voices from earlier.

nodding your head in acknowledgement, you introduced yourself curtly. “i’m (y/n).”

although after he had shook his head in response, you had pulled him backwards—towards the water, dragging him with all of your strength. he didn’t have time to struggle, and you preferred it that way.

because in order to be a siren—to let go of his humanity and become impure in front of the living, the prince has to die first.

you didn’t let go of his hands as he lost the oxygen of the above. and before he could breathe his last breath, you lean in and placed your lips on shoto. it was the very last step of living as an impure being living under the water; having the same breathe with someone who does the same—which meant you.

when you pulled away, you saw shoto’s eyes flutter open again; the once turquoise and grey were now dark, as well as the hair that were once crimson and white. he begun to mirror the features of a merman, yet with the same dullness that your sister’s fiancé has.

shoto reminded you of dabi, most probably because dabi was once a human too.

yet their features do look alike. are humans usually like this? you questioned in your mind.

a gentle squeeze on your hand alerts you of the completeness of the process, his senses coming back to life that was once dead—or much closer to death.

“i... what have you done to me?” he was breathless despite having gills and nose to breathe. though, the expression in his face told you a whole different story.

“i made you one of us now.” you say, holding tightly onto the same hand that you’d been interlaced with since earlier.

“i am the queen of atlantis. welcome to my world, prince shoto.”