#ninja shadow of a tear

[boardsdonthitback]

Scott Adkins, Tim Man - Ninja: Shadow of a Tear (2013)

[movies-ive-watched]

Ninja: Shadow of a Tear (2013), aka Ninja II

[zhelin-thames]

Hi! I absolutely adore your stories!! 💖💖💖💖 I don't know if you are taking requests (idk if this counts as one or not) but could you possibly make a part 2 of Tiny Baby Ghost?? It was so funny and cute!!

Heres part 2. I'm open for any requests, including different crossovers(ill only write them if i know the shows tho).

read part 1, part 3 is also out

Danny floated out of Pariah’s hand with a sigh, brushing green ectoplasm off his suit. “Okay, everyone just… chill for two seconds. No smiting, no world-ending threats, no awkward death stares.” He turned to Pariah and Fright Knight. “Dad, Sir Glowstick, I’ve got this.”

Pariah scowled but crossed his massive arms, radiating reluctance. Fright Knight gave a sharp, reluctant nod, fading back into the shadows. Pariah, however, loomed protectively behind Danny like a vengeful thundercloud, making the Batkids visibly tense.

Danny turned to Constantine, his hands on his hips. “Alright, magic man, what’s the ‘big emergency’? Why’d you summon me, specifically?”

Constantine, cigarette now burned down to the filter, pinched the bridge of his nose. “We’re dealing with a dimensional tear. Nasty bit of magic, ancient stuff. Needs a Ghost King’s touch to fix it before it swallows half the world.”

Danny raised an eyebrow. “A tear? Like, between dimensions?”

“Yes,” Superman answered, his voice calm. “It’s growing larger every hour. We believed the Ghost King would be the only one capable of sealing it.”

Danny groaned, dragging his hands down his face. “I’m not the Ghost King. I’m not even remotely qualified for this. Did you not read the fine print on your summoning ritual?”

“You were summoned by name,” Wonder Woman pointed out. “Surely there is a reason the ritual chose you.”

“Yeah, the reason is: the universe loves torturing me,” Danny muttered. He began pacing, muttering under his breath. “Okay, think… dimensional tear, ghost powers… I’ve done that before, sorta…”

Jason, leaning against a table with his arms crossed, snorted. “So, what, Casper? You’re just gonna wing it?”

Danny stopped pacing and glared at him. “Do you have a better idea, Red Hood? What’re you gonna do, shoot the dimensional tear?”

“Couldn’t hurt to try,” Jason shot back, smirking. “Who knows, maybe the bullet’s haunted.”

“Is he always like this?” Danny asked, gesturing at Jason.

“Yes,” Damian said flatly. “And he’s right—your incompetence hardly inspires confidence.”

“Okay, first of all,” Danny snapped, pointing at Damian, “I’m not incompetent. Second, you’re one to talk, kid ninja.”

Damian bristled, stepping forward. “Do you truly believe you could intimidate me, ghost child?”

Danny blinked, then smirked. “Oh, I don’t need to intimidate you.” He snapped his fingers, and his ectoplasmic energy surged, making Damian’s cape float dramatically behind him. The youngest Wayne’s eyes widened before he quickly turned to look at his cape, trying to snatch it down.

Jason doubled over laughing. “That’s perfect! Oh man, I think I like you, kid.”

“Enough,” Batman growled, cutting through the banter. “If you know how to fix the dimensional tear, we need to act now.”

Danny sighed. “Fine. I’ll try something. But no promises this works, because I am not the king.”

“You keep saying that,” Nightwing said, tilting his head. “If you’re not the king, why does the summoning work for you?”

Danny hesitated, glancing over his shoulder at Pariah, who was watching silently, his expression unreadable. “Because technically…” Danny rubbed the back of his neck. “I’m… uh… kinda the ‘heir.’ Sorta. By accident.”

Jason whistled. “You’re the heir to the Ghost King? That’s hilarious.”

“It’s not hilarious!” Danny snapped, throwing his hands in the air. “It’s a massive headache!”

“You have no idea how hard it is to get through high school when random cults keep summoning you to fix their magical problems!” Danny continued. “And now I’ve got Batdad over here grilling me like I’m some supervillain, and Red Riding Hood cracking jokes, and Damian ‘Stabby McSword’ Wayne calling me incompetent! I’m doing my best, okay?”

Jason tried and failed to suppress a laugh at “Stabby McSword,” while Damian’s scowl deepened.

Danny huffed, spinning back to Constantine. “Where’s this tear? Show me, and I’ll try to patch it up. But I’m not promising anything. And when this is over, you’re sending me back home. I’ve got a chem test tomorrow.”

Constantine muttered something about “teenagers” and gestured, summoning a glowing portal. “This way, then.”

Later, at the dimensional tear:

The tear was massive, swirling with chaotic energy that sent Danny’s ectoplasm buzzing uncomfortably. He floated closer, squinting at it. “Oh yeah, this is bad. Super bad. But… I think I can close it. Maybe.”

“Maybe?” Batman asked, his voice sharp.

“Well, unless someone else here has experience closing portals between dimensions,” Danny shot back, “I’m your best shot.”

Damian stepped forward, his expression skeptical. “And if you fail?”

“Then we all die,” Danny said bluntly. “So how about you zip it and let me work, okay, Junior Ninja?”

Jason snickered in the background. “Man, I hope he sticks around. This is the most fun I’ve had in weeks.”

Danny ignored the bickering Batkids, focusing his energy. With a deep breath, he reached out toward the tear, letting his ghost core resonate with the chaotic energy. The others watched in tense silence as ectoplasmic tendrils extended from his hands, wrapping around the edges of the tear.

“It’s… working,” Constantine muttered, his eyes wide.

Danny gritted his teeth, sweat forming on his brow as the tear began to shrink. “Just… a little more…”

With one final surge of energy, the tear sealed shut, leaving behind only a faint green shimmer. Danny staggered back, panting. “There. Done. Crisis averted.”

Superman smiled. “You did well, Danny.”

Danny waved him off. “Yeah, yeah. Just don’t call me again unless it’s an actual emergency. I’ve got enough stress in my life.”

Damian stepped forward, arms crossed. “You were adequate. Barely.”

Danny rolled his eyes. “Gee, thanks, mini-Batman.”

Jason clapped him on the shoulder. “You’re alright, kid. If you ever want to ditch Ghost Dad and hang out, give me a call.”

“Pass,” Danny said dryly, rubbing his temple. “I think one Jason Todd is enough for the multiverse.”

[eeboyysworld]

Genre: smut

Storm shadow X Male!reader

Contains/Warnings: corruption kink , public sex , cream pies, anal sex , coming untouched, uniform kink. Vry short❕

‘This suit is uncomfortable..’ sighing, rolling your neck, satisfied as you crack it.Papers scattered across the desk, pens and pencil out of ink and dull to the tip.

Rubbing the sleep out your eyes, fixing posture, ready to tap away as the computer screen shined along your face.

Few minutes in, close to finish this report your superior needed, a hand slapped your back, flinching, preparing for the worst as you swing the chair backwards, ready to catch whoever was messing with you.

“Relax.. it’s just me!” Sizing the man you called your boyfriend , who was nested in a bright white suit , new scratches littering his face, grin plastered on his mouth.

‘Looking handsome.’ you didn’t admit that out loud , instead ,standing up and questioning him. “ Shouldn’t you be working?” No response. With all the stress you were put under and having no way to release it from the amount of paper work you had, it ticked you off that he didn’t say anything.

Turning around , ready to throw fury for no reasons, you were met with the other’s face, inches away from yours. “Your ass looks great in those pants.” Wow.

Barely pressing his lips against yours, whispering into you, “ I need you right now..” gripping your hand, slowly bringing it down to his closed crotch, feeling his hard on. “ Look what you do to me baby..” quiet groans left his mouth, forcing your hand to grope onto him.

“It’s only right you help me fix it.” Unsure, as you guys were in a very public place, biting down your lip, face flushed from his eyes lingering on you. “I-i.. there’s p-people here!” Your own eyes flickering across the room to watch out for anyone who may walk in.

A forceful hand gripped your jaw , making you look into the other’s eyes.” People won’t come in-“ the warmth of his hands left momentarily before they were on you again , switching from your jaw to your thighs, pushing you on-top the cluttered desk.

“If they do.. I might let them watch..” shaking your head rapidly, shame filling you up, “I’ll make you feel good.. you know that right?” It wasn’t a question, at the end of the day you were a mess under the man as he loved every inch of your body.

Nodding, nuzzling into the crook of his neck.His hands rubbing down your back, “Words, please?”

As soon as the words left your mouth, you found yourself on your stomach, feet on the ground , pants messily pooled around your ankles. No prep, no nothing, the man leaving marks on your neck , murmuring ‘sorry,’ ‘he couldn’t wait to be inside you’

The stretch hurt, the pain as soon as it was there was gone, the burning sensation brought tears to your eyes. But it felt so good.

Setting a Brutal pace, this is what you get for dating a ninja. Hands searching for anything to hold on to, arching for more access , pleads spilling out your lips.

Hitting the right spot , the ache between your legs bobbing up and down from impact.

Biting down your hand , muffling any noise escaping you, leaving teeth marks behind, worried that anyone could see you two.

A slap bounced off the walls, the rough hand hitting back and forth, red imprints left behind , “f-fuck!”

Sweat dripped down your temple, extra hot as your dress shirt was still on, barely hanging on a thread. Hips rocking into you, dick leaking beneath you , tip a soft hue of red as it was left unattended.

“That suit , l..looked so good on you,” finding your hips bringing you up and down,” hugged all your curves.”

Whimpering, his heat twitching inside you, your own flopping around, it was enough to make you release onto your own desk.

No warning, only the mutters of nonsense leaving the other’s mouth , thrusts becoming sloppier, before liquid filled you to the brim, dripping down , the sound filled your ears as he slowly pulled out.

Pulling your pants back up, helping you stand up , knees wobbly, fixing your disheveled hair , kissing the tear stains away. “ You look so beautiful..” rolling your eyes,”You’re saying that after I’m fucked out?” Playfully pouting.

No response as his soft lips clashed into yours, tongues slipping past. Lasting for a minute before you pulled away , knowing you guys had work to attend and couldn’t get carried away again.

What your coworkers didn’t know , was that you guys were one freaky ass couple.

As you squirm in your seat.Not only the suit pants bugging you, cream spilling out your hole, left to stick to you. Reminding you off what happened not too long ago.

A/N: short but i wanna post something today 🤗

[legendweaver]

Hello, welcome to the Onryo Au!

This is my kinda rough synopsis and summary of the AU, both because the Masterpost is on hold till I either make a replacement banner, or Tech support gets back to me, and for @tmntaucompetition 2025

Questions, asks, art, reblogs are all welcome and wanted!

Synopsis: The Onryo AU is a cannon-divergent 2012 AU set years after the shows finale. It is partly inspired by Rise, other turtles media, and something else which can't reveal know for fear of spoiling the plot.

Only a few weeks after the boys 20th mutation day, they found themselves facing a monstrous undead Shredder, beyond anything they've ever seen. Only sealed away after Raphael's sacrifice, the family has slowly fallen apart in the years that followed, in their inability to save Raphael, or even know if hes still alive. The main meat of the story happens when the turtles are around 25, and Raph has been gone for five years. With one brother lost, and the family falling apart, new and old foe rise from the shadows, threatening to tear them apart for good. The tomb is empty, the seal broken, and the mysterious masked Onryo, an unnatural and twisted being has been tearing through the ninja clans that were gifted the pieces of Shredders armor. And as it slaughters and burns temples to the ground, seemingly unstoppable, with every piece it gathers it grows in power.

The timeline is broken in different eras, explored and shown in the "Pictures on the wall series" shown above. The linked compilation post also has poems for each post that adds more depth to them.

The Eras can be found on tags on posts, to help place them on the timeline.

-What Was Before- Cannon, it's divergence, up to the 20th mutation day. If they look young or happy, it's probably in here. -How it Happened- The "Incident" -What Came After- Everything between previous to main story. -Not Without You- Our main story

Images come from these plot relevant posts that hold designs and more tidbits: Raph Is Alone, The Future, Pictures On The Wall

Snapshots - Leo - The Onryo

comp stuff

There are more pieces and art on my account!

Despite the concept focusing on Raphael, I made very sure that every turtle gets their chance to shine, with plenty of development, attention, fights, and cool moments. From Nightwatcher Donnie, Mystic Warrior Leo, and Michelangelo who has his own thing going on, there is plenty to see. While the story is dark, bloody, deals with death, loss, and some gore, I can promise it has a happy ending!

[redocity]

Omg I love the vibes of your holiday sleepover! Can I request “person a's future isn't right if person b isn't right next to them. bonus points if it's something especially insane like person a and b live together and have a family.” from the not quite lovers prompts list?? (fem!reader please <3)

𝐭𝐡���𝐲 𝐰𝐞𝐫𝐞 𝐫𝐨𝐨𝐦𝐦𝐚𝐭𝐞𝐬 — 𝐄.𝐁𝐔𝐂𝐊𝐋𝐄𝐘

person a's future isn't right if person b isn't right next to them. bonus points if it's something especially insane like person a and b live together and have a family.

𝐫𝐞𝐝𝐨𝐥𝐢𝐝𝐚𝐲 𝐬𝐥𝐞𝐞𝐩𝐨𝐯𝐞𝐫 !!

evan buckley x single mom!reader | 1.4k | fluff | masterlist.

a/n — thank you !! i hope you enjoy 🤭

When you offered Buck your spare room in lieu of his rent struggles, you weren’t sure what you were expecting.

Your son choosing him over you after a nightmare was not it.

“Buck?” your voice was a low whisper as you padded down the hall in your worn socks, stopping just outside the cracked door to your son’s room. The faint glow of a nightlight spilled into the hallway, casting soft shadows.

Inside, you could hear Buck’s low, soothing voice. “It’s okay, bud,” he murmured, a smile audible in his tone. “Monsters don’t stand a chance when I’m around,”

You leaned against the wall, heart squeezing as you peeked through the gap. There was Buck, sitting cross-legged on the floor beside your son’s bed. His broad shoulders filled the small space, and his hands made dramatic gestures as he spun some ridiculous story about how he once scared a ghost away with his “super-cool” ninja moves.

Your son sniffled, half-hiding under the covers, but his giggle broke through the remnants of his tears. “You’re so brave,” he said in a tone full of awe, the kind only a five-year-old could muster.

You couldn’t decide if you were more amused or annoyed. This wasn’t the first time your son had bypassed you entirely to seek out Buck for comfort. In the six months since Buck had moved in, your house had gone from feeling like a quiet, single-parent household to something… different. Cozier. Fuller.

Maybe too full.

“Don’t tell mom I woke up,” Your son whispered loudly, not exactly grasping the ‘secretive’ part of his secret.

Buck grinned, his dimple flashing in the soft light. “Too late for that, buddy.” He glanced up at you, his expression shifting slightly, softer. “We were just handling a little monster trouble.”

“I see that.” You crossed your arms, though there wasn’t any real sternness behind the gesture. “Buck, you don’t have to handle every monster in the house,”

Buck shrugged, unbothered. “I’m basically an expert at this point.”

Your son giggled again, pulling the blanket up to his chin with a determined nod. “He is, Mom,”

You sighed, the faintest smile tugging at your lips. “Alright, monster slayer. Bedtime for real this time.”

Buck stood, ruffling your son’s hair before following you out into the hall. Once the door clicked shut behind him, he turned to you, his hands stuffed in the pockets of his sweatpants. “He’s got a wild imagination. Just needed a little reassurance,”

“I know,” you said quietly, meeting his gaze. “Thanks for… well, everything.”

“It’s no problem,” he said, his voice equally soft. But something lingered in his expression—a flicker of something you couldn’t quite name before he smiled again, easy and unbothered. “Goodnight,”

“Goodnight, Buck.”

—

The thing about Buck was that he fit into your life far too easily.

At first, you’d chalked it up to circumstance. Buck was your friend—had been for years—and when he mentioned he was struggling to make rent, you’d offered up your spare room without much thought.

It wasn’t charity, you told yourself. It was practical. You had a room, he needed one, and honestly, the idea of having another adult around the house to help with the little things was appealing.

What you hadn’t counted on was how seamlessly Buck would slide into your routines. Within weeks, he wasn’t just helping with the dishes or grabbing groceries on his way home. He was fixing your son’s bike, helping with spelling homework, and somehow—somehow—becoming your son’s favorite person in the house.

It wasn’t just your son, though. Buck had a way of making everyone feel like they were the center of the world. He listened when you vented about work, teased you just enough to pull you out of your funks, and made the house feel a little less lonely.

It terrified you.

You’d been so careful since your ex had left. Careful not to let anyone get too close, not to let yourself rely on someone else again. But Buck had waltzed into your life with his ridiculous laugh and his warm eyes, and he was chipping away at walls you’d worked so hard to build.

You told yourself it was temporary. Buck was just a friend, just your roommate. Eventually, he’d get back on his feet and move on.

But the thought of Buck leaving made your chest tighten in a way you didn’t want to examine too closely.

—

It all came to a head one snowy December evening.

You’d planned a quiet holiday—just you, your son, and Buck, who had casually mentioned that he didn’t have family to spend Christmas with. You’d baked cookies together, decorated the tree, and even endured Buck’s terrible attempt at singing Christmas carols.

Now, the three of you were sprawled out on the couch, a cheesy holiday movie playing in the background. Your son was curled up between you and Buck, his head resting on Buck’s arm as he slowly dozed off.

You should’ve felt content. Instead, you felt like you were teetering on the edge of something big and terrifying.

Buck shifted slightly, glancing down at your son with a fond smile. “He’s out,” he murmured.

“Yeah,” You stared at your son’s peaceful face, your heart aching with love and something else. “He adores you, you know,”

Buck’s smile faltered for just a second before he looked at you. “He’s a great kid. Easy to adore,”

You hesitated, your fingers tightening slightly around the blanket draped over your lap. “It’s not just him,” you said quietly.

Buck’s brow furrowed. “What do you mean?”

You took a deep breath, forcing yourself to meet his gaze. “You make things… easier. Better. For both of us. I don’t know how we’re supposed to go back to normal when you’re not here anymore,”

For a moment, Buck just stared at you, his expression unreadable. Then he shifted, gently lifting your son and carrying him down the hall to his room. You stayed frozen on the couch, your heart pounding.

When Buck returned, he didn’t sit back down. Instead, he stood in front of you, his hands on his hips and his jaw tight. “You think I’d just leave?”

“I don’t know,” you admitted. “Wouldn’t you?”

“No,” he said firmly. “Not unless you told me to.”

Your breath hitched. “Buck…”

He sat down beside you, closer this time, his knees brushing against yours. “I don’t know how to say this without making things weird,” he said, his voice low. “But I don’t think I can picture my future without you and your kid in it. You’re… home to me. Both of you.”

Your throat felt tight. “You mean that?”

“Yeah.” His gaze was steady, unflinching. “I know it’s crazy. I know we’re just roommates or whatever, but… it doesn’t feel like just that to me.”

Tears pricked at the corners of your eyes, and you hated how vulnerable you felt. But Buck didn’t look away. He didn’t run.

Instead, he reached out, his hand brushing against yours. “If you want me to go, I’ll go,” he said softly. “But if you’ll let me stay… I’m all in. For both of you.”

You stared at him, your heart pounding so loudly you were sure he could hear it. Slowly, you turned your hand over, your fingers curling around his.

“Stay,” you whispered.

Buck’s smile was soft, his eyes shining. “Okay.”

And just like that, your future finally felt right.

[until-you-remember-offical]

Until You Remember

Fandom: LEGO Ninjago Dragons Rising

Chapter: 1/?

Relationship: Jay x Nya

Rating: T

Warnings: N/A

Word Count: 2074

It had always been Jay and Nya. They were always together even when she was convinced that she did not want to date him. Having to live without him seemed impossible and so she was going to do something about it, even if that meant staying by his side until he remembered. But could he ever remember or would they have to start over as mere acquaintances?

Sweat dripped down her face, working in tandem with the humidity to make her bangs stick to her forehead. The relentless sun overhead only made it worse, the heat sinking into her skin and sapping her energy with every passing second. She paused to wipe her brow with the back of her hand, only for the motion to smear dirt across her temple.

“Ugh,” she muttered under her breath, glaring at the sun that had begun its descent. She was going to find him no matter what it took. Her resolve burned hotter than the oppressive sun, fueling her steps even as her legs threatened to give out beneath her. The trail was faint—just a series of bent stalks and scuffed earth winding through the dense brush. He was good at covering his tracks, but not good enough. Not from her.

Glaring at the sun one last time she pushed forward determined to find him before nightfall. The forest around her grew thicker as she pressed on, the golden light of the setting sun filtering through the canopy and casting long shadows across her path. The chirping of cicadas filled the air, a rhythmic drone that only amplified her exhaustion. But she didn’t stop. She couldn’t. Every step, every strained breath brought her closer.

The scuffed earth led her to a narrow creek, its gentle burble a stark contrast to her pounding heart. She crouched down, scooping a handful of water to cool her burning face. The reflection staring back at her was unfamiliar—tired, dirty, and relentless. She almost didn’t recognize herself.

Then she saw it: a footprint on the opposite bank, faint but unmistakable. Her heart leaped. He had been here, and not long ago.

"Got you," she whispered, her lips curving into a smirk. Taking a few steps back she ran full force towards the creek and leaped over it thanking her many years of ninja training for being able to land perfectly. She wasted no time running in the direction the footprint was going, she was so close to finding him. The dense forest swallowed her whole as she sprinted, the fading sunlight casting streaks of gold that flickered across her path. Her breaths came fast and heavy, but she didn't let up. She was running out of time. Twilight was encroaching, and with it would come the true predators of the night.

The trail twisted and turned, the scuffed earth occasionally disappearing altogether. She had to rely on more than just sight now. The faint sound of disturbed foliage, the smell of crushed plants, and the barely perceptible shift in the air around her guided her steps. He couldn’t be far.

Just as she pushed past a rather thick growth of brush she saw him. Jay Walker. Her Jay. Except he wasn’t her Jay anymore, at least not yet. “You’re still pretty skilled,” she said causing him to whip around and glare at her.

Jay readied his fighting stance keeping a close eye on Nya as she moved closer to her. “What are you doing here? I thought I made it clear that I hate you and want nothing to do with you.” Nya’s heart twisted at his words, but she refused to let it show. She crossed her arms, planting her feet firmly on the uneven ground, and met his glare with a steely determination that matched her resolve. Nya had to bit back the tears knowing that now was not the time to show weakness, that would only give him the advantage.

“Yeah, you made that pretty clear,” she said, her voice steady despite the ache in her chest. “But I don’t believe you. Not really.”

Jay scoffed, his expression hardening as he took a step back, keeping the distance between them. “You should. I’ve got no reason to lie to you.” Without warning he lunged at her and landed a punch to her left shoulder.

Nya ducked as he aimed another attack at her head and made a quick move to jump away from him. She hadn’t wanted to have to fight him but deep down she knew this would happen. Nya steadied herself, her feet sliding slightly on the loose soil beneath her. Jay’s attacks came fast and precise, each movement charged with an energy she hadn’t seen in years. He wasn’t holding back. She cracked her knuckles and pulled her own fighting stance. Fine, she wouldn’t hold back either.

Running toward him she swung a punch at him nearly missing his face. He tried to counterattack but she caught his wrist and used that to turn him around and pin him to the ground. Jay let out a growl before twisting his body so that Nya’s grip loosened and he was able to get free. Jay wasted no time as he flipped onto his feet, his movements fluid and quick. He launched himself at Nya again, their clash echoing through the dense forest as fists met forearms and feet scraped against the earth. Each strike from Jay carried a raw intensity, but Nya matched him blow for blow, her determination unyielding. The sound of their fight resonated through the clearing, the air thick with the intensity of their movements. Sweat clung to both of them, but neither of them slowed. Nya’s breath came in sharp bursts, matching the rhythm of her pounding heart, while Jay’s narrowed eyes never left her, calculating each move, anticipating her next action.

They circled each other for a moment daring the other to make a move. Nya hesitated, her fist lowering just slightly but that was the worst thing that she could have done. Jay took that as his opening and flipped landing a kick to her chest and causing her to stumble to her knees as she tried to regain her breath. Nya gasped for air, the sudden blow taking the wind out of her lungs. Her heart raced, but she quickly gritted her teeth, refusing to show weakness. Her fingers dug into the dirt as she pushed herself back up, the pain in her chest burning but not enough to stop her.

Jay stood a few feet away, breathing heavily himself, but his stance was still firm, his eyes cold as ever. “You still think you can trick me? Lord Ras told me the truth about you and your pathetic ninja group. I will never be one of you.”

“Yeah, I’m afraid that you don’t have much choice in the matter. You were one of us, you were a ninja. My yin,” Nya said, pulling out half of the yin-yang medallion.

Jay’s eyes narrowed as he looked at the polished token in Nya’s hand. What kind of games was she trying to play? “That means nothing to me,” he spat throwing another attack her way.

Nya dodged his attack, the medallion still clutched tightly in her hand. “It means everything, Jay,” she said firmly, her voice steady despite the chaos. She ducked under his swing and landed a kick to his side, sending him staggering back. “You don’t remember now, but you will. I’m not giving up on you, no matter how many times you tell me to.”

Jay steadied himself, the impact from her kick seeming to only fuel his frustration. “I don’t need you to give up,” he growled. “I need you to disappear.”

Nya's jaw clenched at his words, but she refused to falter. She planted her feet firmly in the dirt, her resolve unwavering. "That’s not going to happen, Jay," she said, her voice soft yet carrying an unyielding strength. "I didn’t come all this way to give up on you. I don’t care what Ras has told you. I know the real you, and I’m not leaving without a fight." Jay’s eyes flickered with something unspoken—conflict, doubt, maybe even recognition—but it was gone in an instant, replaced by a cold glare. He rushed at her again, his movements almost too fast to follow. Nya blocked his strikes, countering with her own as they danced around the clearing, the setting sun casting long shadows of their battle across the ground.

“Then I guess I have no choice but to kill you, and you can bet I’ll enjoy doing it,” Jay hissed shoving Nya to the ground her head colliding with the hard dirt and small rocks beneath as he held her place with her wrists. She winced in pain having no time to react to the punch that hit her square in the jaw. Pain radiated through Nya’s head as she tasted copper, her jaw throbbing from the force of the hit. She blinked rapidly, her vision momentarily blurred by the impact, but she forced herself to stay alert. Jay loomed above her, his expression that of an animal about to devour its prey. Jay’s fist came down once again and Nya only had a second to dodge the attack, tilting her head just as his fist was about to make an impact. She kicked him in the gut causing him to grunt in pain and let go of her.

Nya could hear he heart beating in her ears as she rolled to avoid another punch. She wasn’t sure but she thought she was bleeding, it was hard to tell what was hers and what was Jay’s. She had to think fast, she couldn’t let him get the upper hand. Looking around she saw her naginata, which had been dropped earlier, glinting in the setting sun and made a quick move to grab it. Kicking herself up onto her feet she twirled the weapon in her hands and ran at Jay, ducking as he tried to hit her. “Sorry, Jay,” she said before bashing the blunt end of her naginata into his forehead and watching him stumble back and drop to the forest floor.

Nya panted hard as she stared at the unconscious form of Jay. She hadn’t meant to hurt him that bad but it was necessary if she wanted to help him get his memories back. He would definitely need medical treatment and shelter. Luckily she had seen a shack while looking for him. Grabbing him from the armpits she began dragging him in the direction of safety, nearly cringing at the mess of blood and dirt on his forehead. Nya gritted her teeth as she adjusted her grip on Jay’s limp body. His head lolled to the side, smearing more blood onto her sleeve, but she couldn’t focus on that now. Every step toward the shack felt like a lifetime, the damp forest floor sucking at her jika-tabi and the weight of guilt pressing heavier than Jay’s unconscious body.

“I’m sorry, Jay,” she whispered, her voice tight. “But you left me no choice.”

The shack came into view after what felt like an eternity. It was small and weathered, with a roof that sagged under the weight of moss and time, but it was better than nothing. Kicking the door open with her foot, Nya dragged Jay inside, her muscles screaming in protest as she laid him down on an old, dust-covered bed. The place was small with only a few pieces of furniture that were covered in dust and cobwebs. At least she had the comfort of knowing no one had been here in ages and they would be safe. Rummaging through one of her gear pouches she pulled out a miniature first-aid kit and pulled a worn chair over by the bed. Using one of the alcohol wipes she cleaned the injured area and examined it trying to determine if he would need stitches or not. Thankfully the cut didn’t look that deep and she settled with just bandaging his head. Placing some gause on the wound she could feel the tears pooling in her eyes making the task more difficult than already. Nya’s hands trembled as she carefully applied the bandage, her breath shaky as she tried to steady herself. Every movement felt like it was happening in slow motion, and the weight of the situation bore down on her with every passing second. She wanted to yell, to scream at the unfairness of it all—how they had been forced into this situation in the first place, how she had been left with no choice but to hurt him. Once she was sure that he had been properly taken care of she lay her head on the bed, buried in her arms, and let the tears fall freely.

art by @taddymason

[acidsquirtt]

Silent Petals

Description: Suffering from Hanahaki disease your husband sasuke uchiha doesn’t realize how amazing his wife is until after her death.

Context Warnings: Blood, death, angst, cheating ?? etc

Ravens note: Not double checked… Sasuke Uchiha Masterlist

The first petal was a surprise, a delicate crimson fleck against the pale porcelain of the sink. you stared at it, a knot of unease tightening in your stomach. You coughed again, a dry, hacking sound that echoed in the sterile silence of your home. Another petal, then another, each a perfect miniature of a rose.

You knew what it was. Hanahaki Disease. A cruel, romantic affliction that bloomed in the lungs of those who loved unrequitedly. The irony was a bitter taste on your tongue. You, married to Sasuke Uchiha, the stoic hero of Konoha, was dying of unrequited love.

Their marriage had been… complicated. Born of duty, respect, and a shared understanding of loss, it had never been a fiery romance.

Youhad loved Sasuke with a quiet devotion, understanding his need for distance, his lingering shadows. You had built a life around him, a haven of peace and understanding, hoping that one day, your love would be enough to thaw the ice around his heart.

But lately, the ice had seemed to thicken. Sasuke was gone more often, on missions that stretched for weeks, sometimes months. When he was home, he was distant, his eyes clouded with thoughts you couldn’t decipher. He was always polite, always respectful, but the warmth had faded, replaced by a chilling formality.

And then there was Sakura.

Sakura Haruno, Sasuke’s former teammate, his closest confidante. She was a brilliant medical ninja, and Sasuke often sought her expertise on his missions.

You understood the necessity, the professional relationship. But you couldn’t ignore the way Sasuke’s eyes softened when he spoke to Sakura, the easy camaraderie they shared, the unspoken understanding that passed between them.

The petals multiplied. They filled your lungs, stealing your breath, painting your world in shades of crimson and despair. You tried to hide it, to cough into your sleeve, to dispose of the evidence before Sasuke returned home. But the disease was relentless, a constant reminder of your failing heart.

She visited a doctor, a kind, elderly woman who had treated your family for generations. The diagnosis was swift and certain.

“[Name], I’m so sorry,” the doctor said, her voice filled with sympathy. “It’s Hanahaki Disease. The only cure is reciprocation, or surgical removal of the feelings.”

You shook her head, tears welling up in your eyes. “Surgery is not an option,” your whispered. “I can’t… I can’t imagine a life without loving him.”

The doctor sighed, her gaze filled with concern. “Then you must tell him, [Name]. You must confess your feelings and hope that he returns them. Otherwise…”

The unspoken words hung heavy in the air. Otherwise, you would die.

But how could you tell him? How could you confess your love when he was so clearly drifting away? How could you burden him with your dying wish, knowing that he might not feel the same way?

You tried to talk to him, to bridge the growing chasm between them. You asked about his missions, about his well-being, about his thoughts. But he remained closed off, his answers brief and impersonal.

“Sasuke,” you said one evening, your voice trembling. “Are you… are you happy?”

He looked at your, his eyes devoid of emotion. “I am fulfilling my duty to Konoha,” he said. “That is all that matters.”

His words were a dagger to your heart. Duty. That was all you were to him, a duty, a responsibility. Not a lover, not a companion, not a wife.

The coughing fits grew more frequent, more violent. You started coughing up entire blossoms, their crimson petals stained with blood.

You were losing weight, your face pale and gaunt. You were fading away, slowly but surely.

Naruto noticed. He had always been perceptive, despite his boisterous nature. He saw the shadows under your eyes, the way you struggled to breathe, the forced smile that never quite reached your eyes.

“Hey, [Name]-chan,” he said one day, catching you in the village. “You okay? You look kinda pale.”

You forced a smile. “I’m fine, Naruto,” you said. “Just a little tired.”

Naruto frowned. “You sure? You should get some rest. And tell that teme of yours to take care of you!”

You laughed, a weak, breathless sound. “I will,” you said.

Naruto watched you walk away, his brow furrowed with concern. He knew Sasuke was often distant, but he had always assumed that you understood him, that you were happy.

Now, he wasn’t so sure.

He decided to talk to Sasuke. He found him training in the forest, his movements precise and deadly.

“Sasuke,” Naruto said, his voice serious. “I need to talk to you about [Name].”

Sasuke stopped training, his expression unreadable. “What about her?”

“She’s not doing well, teme,” Naruto said. “She’s sick. You need to pay attention to her, to be there for her.”

Sasuke frowned. “She hasn’t said anything to me.”

“That’s because she’s trying to protect you, you idiot!” Naruto exclaimed. “She loves you, Sasuke. Don’t you see that? Don’t you realize what you’re losing?”

Sasuke remained silent, his eyes fixed on the ground. He knew Naruto was right. He had been neglecting you, focusing on his missions, on his duty, on everything but you. He had convinced himself that you understood, that you didn’t need his attention, his affection.

But now, hearing Naruto’s words, seeing the concern in his eyes, he realized how wrong he had been. He had been so focused on the past, on his own demons, that he had failed to see the woman who loved him, the woman who was slowly dying because of him.

He decided to go home, to talk to you, to tell you how much he appreciated you, how much he cared for you.

But when he arrived, the house was silent. He found you in your bedroom, lying on the bed, surrounded by crimson petals. Your eyes were closed, your face pale and peaceful.

He rushed to your side, his heart pounding in his chest. “[Name]!” he cried, shaking you gently. “[Name], wake up!”

But you didn’t respond. He checked your pulse, his hands trembling. There was nothing. You are gone.

He stared at your lifeless body, his mind reeling. He had been too late. He had waited too long. He had lost you.

He sank to his knees, his body wracked with sobs. He had never cried before, not even when he had lost his family. But now, the tears flowed freely, a torrent of grief and regret.

He had failed you. He had failed your marriage. He had failed to see the love that you had offered him, the love that had sustained you, the love that had ultimately killed you.

He noticed a small, folded piece of paper clutched in your hand. He carefully unfolded it, his hands shaking. It was a letter, written in your delicate handwriting.

My dearest Sasuke,

If you are reading this, then I am gone. I am sorry to leave you, but I can no longer bear the pain. I have Hanahaki Disease, a cruel affliction that blooms in the lungs of those who love unrequitedly. I have loved you with all my heart, Sasuke, but I know that my love is not returned.

I don’t blame you. I understand your need for distance, your lingering shadows. I only wish that I could have been enough to thaw the ice around your heart.

Please, don’t grieve for me. Remember the good times we shared, the moments of peace and understanding. And please, find happiness, Sasuke. Find someone who can truly love you, someone who can fill the void in your heart.

With all my love,

[Name]

Sasuke clutched the letter to his chest, his heart breaking anew. He had been so blind, so foolish. He had allowed his own pain to blind him to the love that had been right in front of him.

He spent the next few days in a daze, numb with grief. He arranged for your funeral, a small, private affair attended only by your closest friends and family.

Sakura attended the funeral, her face etched with sorrow. She had known that you were sick, but she hadn’t realized how serious it was. She had seen the way Sasuke had been neglecting you, the way he had been spending more time with her, Sakura, on missions. She had felt a pang of guilt, knowing that she was inadvertently contributing to your suffering.

After the funeral, Sakura approached Sasuke, her eyes filled with sympathy.

“Sasuke,” she said, her voice gentle. “I’m so sorry for your loss.”

Sasuke looked at her, his eyes devoid of emotion. “It’s my fault,” he said. “I killed her.”

Sakura shook her head. “Don’t say that, Sasuke. It wasn’t your fault.”

“Yes, it was,” Sasuke said. “I didn’t see her, I didn’t appreciate her, I didn’t love her the way she deserved to be loved. I was too focused on myself, on my own pain. I let her die.”

Sakura reached out and took his hand, her touch gentle and comforting. “You can’t change the past, Sasuke,” she said. “But you can learn from it. You can honor her memory by living a life that is worthy of her love.”

Sasuke looked at her, his eyes filled with tears. “I don’t know how,” he said.

Sakura squeezed his hand. “I’ll help you,” she said. “We’ll get through this together.”

Sasuke spent the next few years trying to honor your memory. He dedicated himself to his duties as a shinobi, protecting Konoha and its people. He tried to be more open, more compassionate, more understanding. He tried to be the man that you had always believed he could be.

He never forgot you. He kept your letter close to his heart, a constant reminder of his mistakes, of his regrets. He visited your grave every day, bringing you flowers, telling you about his day, sharing his thoughts and feelings.

He never remarried. He couldn’t imagine loving anyone else the way he had loved you, even though he hadn’t realized it until it was too late.

He lived a long and fulfilling life, but he always carried the weight of his regret, the knowledge that he had failed the woman who had loved him unconditionally.

He had learned too late that love is not a duty, not a responsibility, but a precious gift that must be cherished and nurtured. He had learned too late that silence can be deadly, that unspoken words can bloom into thorns that choke the life out of a heart.

And so, Sasuke Uchiha, the stoic hero of Konoha, lived out his days haunted by the silent petals and unspoken regrets of a love lost too soon. He finally understood the depth of your love, but only after you were gone, leaving him with nothing but the bitter taste of regret and the haunting memory of the woman who had died loving him. The crimson roses in his memory would forever serve as a painful reminder of his failure.

[bokunoheros]

ཐིཋྀ KINKTOBER - day 12 squirting : shouta aizawa/eraserhead

warnings : afab reader, reader and aizawa are married, y’all have a cat, pussy slapping (pun probably intended), this is doo-doo dog shit, like this actually sucks, doo doo fart ass, dookie, poo poo fart, smegma, this fic reads like what sharting yourself feels like, this fic smells like the family bathroom at walmart, we’re fucking twelve (not literally), don’t expect anything else genuinely, butt, pretend this was never posted, PLEASE, day 12 is NOT REAL, THEY HIT THE PENTAGON— MR PRESIDENT GET DOW— bill gates did it, bill cypher is canon, squirting, fingering idk, eating ass, butthole rimming, 2024 election, ellen digestive did 9/11, Trump x Biden, 9/11, hilary emails included, proof of aliens existence, video footage of the area 51 raid, UFOs, alien butt sex, wrong usage of condoms, anal probing, biological dna harboring, sickle cell anemia, KLANCE is canon, Steven universe, major character death, gem fusions, love children, feel like cinderella naega byeonhae, NETFLIX ORIGIONAL, only on Hulu, Elsa x Jackfrost smut, playdough, me x YOU, tiana x nanami au, your mom x me, sarcamouche x kazuha, xiao x venti, improper use of crack cocaine, making herion, mentions of drug mules, dead dove: do eat, improper use of magic, meth making, cocaine balloons bursting, Harry Potter x Snape, hermoine x the whomping willow, herobrine x steve, unfortunate uses of pixels, bakudeku slime, hnnng harder daddy, mmhppgh— yeah yeah right there, cum consumption, cumflation, feeder fetish, oh yeah, koolaid man x me, very improper use of koolaid packets, nickacaco avocado weight loss journey, apology videos (tears included), , banjos, jake paul dcead body in forest footage (NOT CLICKBAIT), live leak posts, webtoon origional, anal stretching, did you know the human anus can stretch to the size of a raccoon?, now you know that, and also, the sun will explode June 17th, 3028, character flaws, bodily anatomy, your balls will explode on october 21st at 7:99am, my gleeby deeby ass, futurama, Micheal Angelo, improper use of abortions, medical surgery on a grape, plastic surgery, baby killing, tampon usage, description of endangered animal poaching, Mario Kart, tuberculosis, ima get it donnnne oh aye oh aye oh, butt stuff, dazai x chuuya, atsushi x akutagawa, mpreg, mad cow disease, omegaverse, ranpo x me, Dream SMP, matpat x scott cowthan, michael afton x freddy fazbear, aggressive typing, bath salts, bath salt inhalation, whippets, galaxy gas, all might is a bottom, skinny men, carrington x shigaraki, anorexia anorexia anorexia, afo x nana shimura, BLOODY MARY, BLOODY MARY, BLOODY MARY, TW gun law debates, tenko x mon, Amazon delivery, school shootings, talk of gun laws, bad dragon toys, silicon, aoyama belly button leaking, lego ninjago r34, ninja turtles r34, bloody mary r34, kamala harris r34, tenya iida x tensei iida, jesus x judas, luigi x bowser, sonic and shadow makeout sesh, i fuck your dad, suck his dick reallll nice, penis sounding with dirty twig, orgasm denial, overstimulation, xenotransplants, oviposition, diaper Taco Bell, people die, revival, dark magic, ecoterrorism, global warming, chemical warfare, wanda x the winter soldier, haruhi x tamaki suoh, cosmo x wanda, comicon, bronies, pegasisters, mentions of twilight sparkle dying, twiilight sparkle x mordecai, air planes, shootings stars, night skies, NLE Choppa, we could really use a wish bro, TuPac is back, floppa carts: plompy haze, death of a platform known as tumblr, twitter referred to as X, elon musk creates sex robot that specializes in butthole sex, Tesla sex robot, androids that FUCK, necrophilia, android phone usage, pheromones, premonitions and words of Jesus, divine intution, potion making, heavenly visions, satan, satanic visions, the heavenly principles, celestia is above mondstadt, spiritual healing, veganism, white washing, canon hispanic hanta sero, futanari, blasian mina ashido, bovine spongiforms, Tenya Iida virginity loss, bakugo is a fucking faggot, handjobs, footjobs, peaceful protests, the government is controlling you through vaccines, asian fishing,

vaccines might cause autism, freshwater fishing, they will, xenophobia, hentai hucows, incest, usage of slurs, starbucks coffee, lizards run the world, obama might be a lizard, inappropriate use of baby oil, gojo x getou, day twelve never existed and it was all a lie.

word count : 420k words and 69 pages

🐙 note : we are not locked in we are as loose as a ran through sorority president

🦊 note : i am. i have no words. idek what happened. we ran out of time so we went with the option we thought might make people giggle (no we didnt we did this bullshit for ourselves)(your regularly scheduled content will resume tmr!)

🪲 note : i ain’t fucking sorry

you adored your husband—shouta aizawa—so much so, that you were his dedicated housewife. he made plenty of money as a pro hero and… enough… as a teacher, so that left you to take care of the house and your shared cat. though when he did come home he was way different than he was at work, usually at work he was all nonchalant and cold but at home he was sweet and caring, sometimes even a bit rough. his students would definitely describe him as laid back and uninterested, yet when you were around they were in awe of his personality shift.

[mintyys-blog]

Can you do a shy and very nervous hinata reader when around different mark variants? Also with her powers ?? And Also I’m a huge fan of your writing ,you are really talented!!!✍️💕💖

HEADCANON | mark variants with hinata! reader

INVINCIBLE MASTERLIST

WARNINGS:

MASKLESS MARK

He’s intense, eyes always scanning. He notices the small things—like her glancing at him and quickly looking away.

“You’re always watching me,” he says one day, stepping closer.

She squeaks, waving her hands. “No! I mean—I was just—um—it’s not—!”

He leans down, voice soft. “Then come closer. Tell me what you see, Y/N.”

Her eyes glow faintly, but she hides behind her bangs. “I-I… I see someone very warm… but sad…”

Mark blinks. No one’s ever said that to him before.

SHIESTY MARK

He’s cocky, confident, always flashing a grin and a chain. He calls her “Lil Ghost” because of how quiet she is.

“Girl, why you actin’ like I’m gon’ bite you? C’mere,” he says, tossing an arm around her.

She stiffens like a board. “U-Um, I-I��m fine! T-Thank you!”

“You always stutter like that?” He laughs. “Cute. I could get used to that. Go ‘head, do that teleport thing you do—lookin’ like a lil’ ninja.”

She hesitates, then blinks behind him—and gently taps his back. His body jolts slightly.

“Damn!” he chuckles. “Okay! You dangerous for real. I like that.”

PRISONER MARK

Worn down, chains on his wrists. He doesn’t speak unless forced. But she visits his cell anyway, bringing warm food, never looking him in the eye.

“Why… are you here?” he rasps one day.

She bows her head. “No one else talks to you… and… I thought maybe you’d like soup…?”

He stares at the bowl. “You’re too kind for someone like me.”

“N-No… I just… I think everyone needs someone… even if they’re not good…”

For a moment, something cracks in his eyes. She doesn’t see the tear that hits the ground when she turns to leave.

VILTRUMITE MARK

Regal. Intimidating. Always standing tall, arms crossed. He looks at her like a general analyzing a weapon.

“Your power is… elegant,” he says after watching her spar. “And lethal.”

“Thank you… I-I try not to… use it unless I need to…”

“Why? You could dominate.”

She trembles a little. “Because I don’t want to be feared…”

For once, his brow furrows. He kneels to her height. “You don’t need to fear being feared. You just need someone who understands you.”

“Do… you understand me?” she whispers.

He touches her forehead gently. “More than you think.”

MOHAWK MARK

Mohawk Mark is loud, violent, full of confidence, and fueled by adrenaline. He fights dirty, lives fast, and is always trying to get a reaction. So when he first meets Y/N, her calm quietness doesn’t just confuse him—it pisses him off a little.

“You just gonna stand there like a shadow?” he barks, blood dripping from his knuckles after a scuffle.

She looks at him briefly, then lowers her eyes again. “I only speak when it’s needed.”

“Tch. Thought you’d be more fun. You look like you’d cry if I raised my voice.”

“I don’t cry easily,” she replies softly, and he pauses—something in her voice was… certain. Not defensive. Just true.

Later, he watches her in a sparring match. She’s graceful, blinking in and out of range, striking pressure points that leave even Viltrumites stunned.

“The hell,” he mutters. “You got a death touch or something?”

“I know where to hit,” she says. “And where not to.”

Mark whistles, a grin tugging at the corner of his mouth. “So you’re a killer in a silk wrap. I knew it.”

He steps closer, all cocky heat. “You should stop looking down when I talk to you.”

She looks up. Eyes glowing faintly. “You should stop trying to provoke me.”

Silence. Then he laughs, loud and real. “Okay, damn, I like you.”

SINISTER MARK

Sinister Mark is all tension and silence. His eyes follow everything. He reads people like open books and treats most of them like meaningless pages. But Y/N�� she doesn’t make sense.

He senses no pride, no fear, no deception. Just… stillness. Like fog at dawn.

“You don’t flinch when I look at you,” he says one night, voice flat.

She doesn’t look at him. Just sits beside him on the rooftop, legs folded. “I don’t mind being seen.”

“You should,” he mutters. “People like me don’t look kindly.”

“Then I won’t look back.” That stuns him. He studies her face—expression unreadable, posture relaxed. No arrogance. No attempt to control the moment. Just honest stillness. It disarms him in a way he can’t explain.

Later, when she appears behind him in the middle of a battle—blinking in like a ghost and disabling a threat with a single hit—he just stares. “You could’ve killed him.”

“That’s why I didn’t,” she replies.

Sinister Mark isn’t used to softness that’s also strong. It unsettles him. But when she’s gone, he finds himself watching the empty space she left behind, like something important was just taken.

OMNI MARK

He’s experienced. Ruthless. Carries himself like someone who’s seen too much and doesn’t trust easy. He’s not as bloodthirsty as Nolan, but he is colder.

Y/N’s soft approach doesn’t get through at first. He sees her as fragile.

“You don’t belong in a battlefield,” he says flatly after their first encounter. She blinks. “I’m not asking to belong.”

“Then why stay?”

“Because I can protect people. That’s enough.”

Later, he observes her fighting a gang of rogue Viltrumites. She moves like smoke—untouchable, precise. When one of them grabs her by the throat, she grabs his wrist… and within seconds, he’s unconscious.

Mark appears beside her, scanning the aftermath. She’s breathing hard, hands glowing faintly. “You could’ve killed them.”

“I didn’t need to.”

“That restraint will get you killed.”

“Then I die on my terms.”

He stares at her, this girl with eyes like storm clouds and a voice like still water. He doesn’t know if he admires her… or wants to push her just to see what’s under the surface. “You’re either the calm before the storm,” he says, voice low, “or the eye of it.”

“Would it matter?” she asks. “To me?” His eyes narrow. “Yes.”

[the-cauldron-witch]

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"How would you like me to look at you?"

With whichever of the Bayboys comes to mind!!!!

Hi lovely Ninno!! 🫂🫂

I bet you didn't expect a Leonardo one shot out of this, but surprise! For someone the blue bastard decided to step up to the plate lol

It was just a few minutes shy of two in the morning when you woke up for no discernable reason, nothing had disturbed you and nothing in your apartment was out of the ordinary. It was empty, apart from yourself. Maybe that’s what was bothering you; being alone in your apartment while dreaming of your absent boyfriend. Snagging your cellphone off of the nightstand directly next to you, you checked the time before sending a quick text to Leonardo that you were going to sit on the roof of your apartment if he had time to visit. You just couldn’t sleep and sometimes sitting on the roof for a moment relaxed you enough to help.

That’s where you stood now, gazing up at the stars in awe and wonder, phone in hand with the text unanswered. It wouldn’t have been a surprise to you if the text went unanswered and you stood alone on the rooftops until the sun began to rise. An unfortunate price to pay when dating a ninja, but one you were willing to pay for it. Admiring the stars above, the feeling of loneliness was replaced with the sensation of eyes on you after a few long moments.

Even on lovely nights such as tonight, when the moon was full among the ocean of stars just above the river of city lights, it was almost physically impossible for Leo to tear his eyes away from you. A shameless, half-lidded gaze that roamed over your body as the leader in blue stood just barely in the shadows of the rooftop.

“Don’t look at me like that!” You couldn’t help but giggle, unable to hide the blush that crept across your cheeks. It didn’t matter how many times you caught Leo staring, it always sent a cloud of butterflies swirling in your stomach.

“How would you like me to look at you?” He challenged you playfully, a smile creeping across his lips. Leo started sauntering slowly into the light, his steel blue eyes unwavering from your own now.

“I don’t know- how can you stare at me when the sky looks as beautiful as that?” You questioned, looking up to the gorgeous sky above you. A small chuckle rumbled in his chest, stepping close enough to reach out and wrap his muscular forearms around your waist. Pulling you closer and pressing you gently into his plastron, Leo still didn’t look away.

“As far as I’m concerned, you’re far more gorgeous than any star in the sky” He spoke in a low whisper as he bent down slowly, one hand reaching up to gently lift your chin in his direction so he could kiss you soft and tenderly.

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[belit0]

Hcs for shisui coming back during the fourth great ninja war and seeing his former lover has moved on and is in love with Kakashi now plzz

I wrote this while listening to some Agnes Obel and literally cried, it's 08:30 am for fuck's sake I'm a weak gwirl

The initial shock: Shisui had always thought death was final. There was something poetic in his sacrifice, in the belief that his will would live on through those he left behind. But being brought back—ripped from the peace of the afterlife—was disorienting, painful, wrong.

Seeing her again: He never expected to see (Y/N). He had long accepted that she would move on, that time would carry her forward, as it did everyone. But the reality of it—her standing there, older, different, and yet so much the same—knocked the breath from his lungs.

The weight of years: The war raged around them, but for a moment, all he could do was look. She had changed—there were new scars, subtle signs of aging, a weariness in her gaze that hadn’t been there before. And yet, she was still her. Still the woman he had loved.

And then, Kakashi: The way (Y/N) stood close to him wasn’t just camaraderie. Shisui knew—he had been that man to her once. The brush of fingers, the unspoken understanding, the kind of trust that ran deeper than words. And the way Kakashi looked at her… it was the way he used to look at her.

Pain, but acceptance: Shisui wasn’t a fool. He had died. The world had moved forward. She had found love again, as she should. But knowing didn’t make it hurt any less. A dull ache settled in his chest—a bittersweet reminder that even in death, the heart could still break.

No resentment, only regret: He couldn’t be angry. Wouldn’t be. How could he? She had suffered, she had grieved, and she had lived. If anything, he was grateful she had found someone to walk beside her. But regret lingered—regret for the years lost, for the love left unfinished.

One last moment: If they crossed paths, he wouldn’t linger. He wouldn’t ask for explanations, wouldn’t demand anything. Maybe—if fate was kind—he’d get a final moment. A glance, a quiet acknowledgment. A silent, I’m glad you’re happy.

Fading away: When the war ended, and his soul was freed, he wouldn’t fight it. He would leave with a final thought—I loved you once, and maybe, in another life, I would have had the chance to love you again. But this time, he let go with a quiet smile, because (Y/N) had found someone to keep her warm.

The battlefield was chaos. The air was thick with smoke, the scent of scorched earth and blood clinging to every breath. (Y/N) moved through it like a shadow, cutting down threats as they came, too focused on survival to anticipate the cruel trick fate was about to play.

Then she saw him.

A figure in the distance, silhouetted by the dying light of the setting sun. At first, it was just a flash of movement—too quick, too familiar. A flicker of Genjutsu, a glint of red. Her breath caught, her heart skipping a beat. It couldn’t be.

But then he turned.

Her blood turned to ice. Her lungs emptied. No. No, no, no.

Shisui.

He stood there, his face unchanged by the years, frozen in time just as he had been the day he died. The same sharp yet kind features, the same wild mess of dark hair, the same eyes—except they weren’t his eyes. The glow of the Edo Tensei made them unnatural, a cruel mockery of the warmth they once held.

(Y/N)’s sword slipped from her fingers, hitting the ground with a hollow clang.

-…No,- she breathed, her voice barely more than a whisper, but it carried, trembling with disbelief. With grief.

Shisui’s expression softened, but there was something distant about it, something… wrong. Because he wasn’t supposed to be here. Because he had died. Because she had wept for him, had screamed and raged and grieved for him.

And yet, here he was, standing in front of her like a cruel mirage.

-(Y/N)...- His voice was the same—gods, the same. It tore into her like a blade. -I—

-Shut up,- she snapped, voice raw. Tears burned her eyes, blurring his face, but she refused to blink them away. She needed to see him. Even if it hurt. Especially if it hurt.

Shisui hesitated, a flicker of something—pain?—crossing his face.

She took a step forward, then another, until she was close enough to reach for him. But she didn’t. Her hands curled into fists at her sides.

-You died. You... fucking killed yourself- she said, and this time, the grief cracked through. Her voice broke, her shoulders shaking. -You left me. You left me, Shisui.-

His jaw tightened. -I know.-

Her chest heaved. -No, you don’t. You don’t know what it was like— finding out later, not being able to save you. You don’t know how many nights I spent screaming myself awake because I saw imagined it over and over and over again.- Her breath hitched. -You don’t know how much I wanted to follow after you.-

Shisui’s hand twitched at his side. He took a step closer, but she stepped back. He froze.

-I— His voice wavered, as if he wanted to reach for her, to touch her, to soothe the raw, gaping wound in her voice. But his hand fell away. Because he couldn’t. Because they weren’t the same anymore.

Because he was dead, and she had been forced to keep living.

His silence made her sob, her knees nearly giving out.

And then she said it.

-I moved on.

Shisui’s breath hitched. His whole body went still, like she had struck him, like she had taken a kunai to his ribs and twisted.

(Y/N) swallowed against the lump in her throat. -I had to.-

Shisui didn’t speak. He didn’t need to. The pain in his expression said enough. He looked at her—not with anger, not with jealousy, not even with regret. Just sorrow. A deep, aching sorrow.

His lips parted, but no words came. He swallowed hard, then forced himself to nod.

-I’m glad,- he finally said, and he meant it. It killed him, but he meant it.

Her tears fell freely now. She bit her lip, shaking her head. -No, you’re not.-

Shisui exhaled shakily, and for a moment, he looked so tired. His gaze lingered on her—memorizing, savoring—before he finally smiled.

It was small. Broken. But still his.

-I am,- he murmured. -Because you deserve it.-

A sob tore from her throat, and this time, she didn’t stop herself. She reached for him, hand trembling, and for one heart-wrenching moment, he leaned into it.

Then—

The Edo Tensei flared. His body jerked, movements stiff, unnatural.

And he was gone.

Again.

[yanderestarangel]

desperate for a one-shot of johnny fucking the reader and tomas being a peeping tom and getting turned on by the reader getting fucked 🫣 (p.s ur writing is a MASTERPIECE)

★ 𝖓𝖎𝖌𝖍𝖙 𝖋𝖆𝖓𝖙𝖆𝖘𝖎𝖊𝖘 ★

𝖏𝖔𝖍𝖓𝖓𝖞 𝖈𝖆𝖌𝖊 𝖝 𝖗𝖊𝖆𝖉𝖊𝖗 + 𝖙𝖔𝖒𝖆𝖘 𝖛𝖗𝖇𝖆𝖉𝖆

TW: v!sex, afab anatomy, voyeurism, m! masturbation, whining, semi-public sex, johnny cage x reader + voyer tomas, degradation, pet names, creampie, objectification, smut, angst, porn plot only, no pronouns used other than 'you'.

A/N: thanks anon, I hope you like it <3

Tomas Vrbada was now Johnny Cage's wingman, always going to clubs with the star, however, he met you, Johnny's partner, you and Johnny had sex and had fun after his divorce, but Tomas didn't expect to catch you and the actor from movies together, fucking in the nightclub bathroom, but he couldn't and wouldn't look away from your body, being dominated by him.

"-Fuck..." Tomas sighed softly, looking through the crack in the open door, while watching Cage fuck you. Tomas's eyes widened as he watched the erotic scene unfold before him. He couldn't tear his gaze away from the sight of you, legs spread wide, your wet pussy enveloping Johnny's thick cock. The sound of your sweet moans filled the bathroom, sending shivers down Tomas's spine. The bulge in his pants grew, straining against the fabric as his own desire surged through his body.

Unable to resist any longer, Tomas's hand instinctively moved to his crotch, his fingers fumbling to unzip his pants. He needed release, his cock throbbing with anticipation. He watched as Johnny's hands gripped your hips, guiding you rhythmically against him, each thrust pushing you closer to the edge of pleasure.

Tomas's breath hitched as he imagined himself in Johnny's place, his own hands gripping your hips, his cock buried deep inside you. His mind was filled with delicious fantasies of taking you, pleasuring you in ways that only he could imagine. The thought of joining the two of you in this debauched act sent a surge of heat through his body.

As Vrbada continued to stroke himself, his gaze never wavering, he couldn't help but wonder how it would feel to have you moaning his name, to feel your walls clenching around his length. The sensations overwhelmed. "-I wish that was me.." He muttered under his breath, his voice filled with a mixture of envy and arousal - The ninja pictured himself thrusting into you, feeling your wetness enveloping him, your moans filling the air - the thought of being the one to make you submit, to hear you cry out his name - made him go madder with desire, all the veins in his dick were pulsating at that moment, he didn't even care if he was caught by someone or not - his gaze shifted to the mirror, where he caught a glimpse of his reflection.

He wanted to see you at your most vulnerable, to witness.

"-I want you so fucking bad, let me taste you, let me fuck you..." He whispered, imagining himself with you, thrusting into your wet pussy, claiming it as his own. I want to fuck you like that, I'd fuck you so hard, baby..." Tomas repeated, his voice a low growl now, his hand moving faster under the clothes.

Johnny accelerated his hips into your pussy, opening your thighs wide, you didn't even know where your panties were, as he searched for more and more lustful and hot fiction with the actor's naked cock, while his thick hands dug into your soft skin.

"-Kitten... You're so fucking wet..." Johnny growled, his voice thick with lust. He looked down at your body, the way your pussy glistened under the bathroom lights, how your breasts bounced whenever he thrust into you.

"-I bet you want another cock inside you already, don't you?" Johnny smirked, his balls were hitting your ass at a speed that would leave you raw, drunk on your pussy, his shirt was open and his glasses were crooked, drops of sweat were falling from his forehead, directly onto your skin - did you see a shadow at the door, but he didn't care, nothing mattered at that moment - Cage accelerated his hips into your pussy, opening your thighs wide, you didn't even know where your panties were, as he searched for more and more lustful and hot fiction with the actor's naked cock, while his thick hands dug into your soft skin.

"-Mmmm... fuck yeah, take it all." Tomas murmured, moaning lowly, while biting his lower lip, leaning against the wall outside the bathroom, however, his blue eyes still focused on your body jumping with each wild thrust of Cage, while the ninja tried not to moan loudly and get your attention, beg to fuck you too, give you pleasure with Johnny.

Vrbada wanted to be there, inside that bathroom - Johnny, continued to fuck you roughly on the cold marble of the bathroom sink. "-You fucking love it, don't you?" Johnny growled, his voice raspy with lust, as he smiled smugly at you, slamming his dick repeatedly into your wet core.

Tomas watched as Johnny pushed himself deeper into you, his hips moving in a slow, rhythmic pace. He could see the look of pure satisfaction on your face, the way your eyes closed and your lips parted slightly.

"-You feel so fucking good... Oh god, yes..." He groaned, his hand moving faster now, his cock throbbing beneath his pants. Tomas murmured quietly, imagining himself between his legs, his tongue tracing the outline of your wetness.

"-I need to be inside you, let me claim you, let me breed you... I want to see that pretty face when I fuck you. The way your eyes roll, the way your lips open..."

You finally felt the unbearable inferno of breaking point, your pussy squeezing Cage's shaft. As the waves of pleasure crashed over you, your body convulsed in ecstasy. Johnny’s cock pulsed inside you, filling you with his hot release, as your pussy squeezed him tight, milking every drop of his cum. The sensation made you go into a mind-blowing orgasm, your moans of pleasure echoing throughout the penunbral bathroom, screaming your dominator's name there.

Tomas, unable to contain himself any longer, succumbed to his own desires. His hand moved feverishly over his throbbing cock, his grip tight as he followed your lead - The sight of you climaxing, your body shaking with pleasure, sent him over the edge. With a guttural groan, he released his pent-up desire, hot jets of sperm shot from his pulsing shaft to his hand, moaning your name low and hoarse, he trembled and his muscles tensed from the act - Johnny remained inside you, your breathing ragged as his cock softened inside your satisfied pussy.

Smoke, with his own release diminishing, couldn't help but feel a mixture of satisfaction and guilt for giving in to that, the desire to have you was still present in him, he just decided to walk away frustrated, for not having you, a dangerous feeling, that mixed with the dark desires of the lin kuei ninja.

©YANDERESTARANGEL 2023

[todorokis-girl]

Between Shadows and Light - Kakashi x Reader (Pt 1)

I'm trying something new, and I am feeling nostalgic. Do tell me how I'm doing?

Part 2

In the aftermath of the Uchiha massacre, Y/N finds herself grappling with loss, duty, and an unexpected connection with Kakashi Hatake. As she cares for Sasuke and navigates her feelings for the enigmatic Copy Ninja, their bond deepens amidst missions, village gossip, and unresolved emotions. But with Sasuke’s protectiveness and Itachi’s shadow looming over them, can Y/N truly find love and normalcy, or is her heart forever tied to the past?

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The soft hum of the cicadas filled the warm summer evening, blending with the crackling of a small fire in the yard of a modest home on the outskirts of Konoha. Y/N Uchiha sat cross-legged near the flames, her dark eyes reflecting the light as she meticulously sharpened a kunai. She was surrounded by an air of calm, but her thoughts were far from peaceful.

The massacre haunted her every waking moment. Every shadow seemed to whisper the names of her kin, every quiet moment echoed with their cries. She'd agreed to take care of Sasuke, but her own grief felt like a relentless weight. The truth Itachi had confided to her before leaving—the burden he'd carried, the impossible choice he'd made—was both a curse and a mercy. She couldn't hate him, even though she desperately wanted to.

She had just returned from a simple mission that morning, and had arrived later than expected, she knew her parents would be angry. When she stepped into the compound her thoughts vanished. The first thing she saw? Itachi, holding a Kunai in his anbu uniform. Blood, bodies.... "Itachi...." he turned to her carefully, tears in his eyes. He walked to her, and fell on his knees. He told her everything, in turn he asked for two things: Take care of Sasuke, and never tell anyone what he shared with her. With that, he was gone. He had meant the world to her, as young as she was, Itachi was the love of her life.

A sudden knock at the door shattered the stillness. Y/N tensed, kunai at the ready, before she remembered herself. Few dared to venture out to her home, and fewer still would come without warning. She set the weapon down and rose cautiously, brushing the dust from her hands as she approached the door.

When she opened it, Kakashi Hatake stood there, his mask hiding much of his face but not the exhaustion in his visible eye. His slouched posture and the faint sag of his shoulders spoke of battles fought, both on and off the field.

"Kakashi," she said, surprise coloring her tone. "What are you doing here?"

He hesitated, one hand resting on the doorframe as if it were the only thing keeping him upright. "I need your help," he said simply.

Y/N's brows furrowed. She stepped aside, gesturing for him to enter. "Come in," she said softly, her earlier wariness replaced by concern.

Kakashi stepped into the modest home, his gaze sweeping over the sparse but functional interior. He didn't sit, though, remaining near the entrance like he didn't belong.

She crossed her arms, leaning against the wall. "What kind of help are we talking about?"

Kakashi's hand moved to his headband, fingers hesitating for the briefest moment before pulling it up. The red glow of the Sharingan in his left eye was sharp against his pale skin, but there was a faint tremble in the lid. "This," he said.

She held back to ask where he had gotten it, thinking back to the relationships he had with Obito before he died.

Y/N's lips parted in surprise. She hadn't seen the Sharingan outside her clan, ever, to be fair she was just 14 when the clan disappeared. Her gaze softened. "You're struggling to control it," she deduced, stepping closer.

He gave a short nod. "It drains me faster than I can keep up. It’s… not mine"

There was a heaviness in his voice that she recognized all too well. Loss. Guilt. A desperate need to honor the dead in a way that only the living could.

"Does anyone know you have this?" He hesitated for a second and looked away, the insinuation was clear. No.

"I can only teach you what I know, which isn't all" He nodded and accepted what she could give.

She inhaled deeply, her mind already racing with the lessons she'd been taught as a child. "Sit down," she instructed, motioning toward a cushion. When he hesitated, she gave him a pointed look. "You came to me for help, so let me help."

Kakashi complied, lowering himself with a stiffness that came from too many missions and too little rest. She sat across from him, her dark eyes locking onto his mismatched gaze.

"The Sharingan..." she began carefully. "It requires more than just physical energy—it takes something deeper. Something you need to learn to balance." Her tone softened. "I can teach you, but it won't be easy."

"I didn't expect it to be," he replied quietly.

For a moment, neither spoke. The weight of their respective losses filled the room like an unspoken truth, pressing against them both. Finally, Y/N broke the silence.

"Why now?" she asked, her voice barely above a whisper. "Why come to me after everything? You could've gone to the elders when they were still alive"

Kakashi's gaze flickered, the Sharingan fading as he let his headband fall back into place. "Because I thought I could handle it on my own," he admitted. "Besides, you understand where this came from."

Her heart twisted at his words. She knew exactly what he meant, and she hated how true it was. They were both haunted by the past, bound by love and loss in ways no one else could comprehend.

She reached out, placing a hand lightly on his. "We'll figure it out together," she said firmly.

For the first time that evening, a faint smile touched Kakashi's lips, hidden though it was behind his mask. "Thank you," he said simply.

As the fire outside burned low and the night deepened, the two found a strange solace in each other’s presence. Neither dared to say it aloud, but for the first time in a long while, neither felt entirely alone.

Years Later

The sun hung low in the sky, casting a golden glow over the dirt path as Kakashi and his newly assigned Team 7 made their way back to the village after a routine patrol. Naruto was complaining loudly about the lack of excitement, Sakura was scolding him, and Sasuke trailed behind, his expression as unreadable as ever. Kakashi, walking ahead, tuned out the bickering and kept an eye on their surroundings—until he saw a familiar silhouette approaching in the distance.

Y/N Uchiha.

She was returning from a mission, her travel-worn cloak dusted with dirt and her weapons pouch slightly askew. Despite the weariness in her step, her gaze was sharp, and the faintest smirk tugged at her lips when she spotted the group.

"Well, well, what do we have here?" she teased as she stopped in front of them, her eyes immediately seeking out Sasuke. "You’ve got yourself a squad now, huh?"

"Y/N," Sasuke greeted with his usual detached tone, though there was a flicker of warmth in his eyes.

"Wait, you know her?" Naruto asked, pointing at her dramatically. "Who is she?"

Sakura, more composed, bowed slightly. "It’s nice to meet you. I’m Sakura Haruno."

Y/N’s gaze softened as she regarded them, then flicked over to Kakashi, who stood silently watching her with his usual aloof demeanor. She grinned, mischief sparking in her eyes. "I’m Y/N Uchiha, Sasuke’s... clan mat and," —she nodded toward Kakashi—"I’m the reason they call him the Copy Ninja."

Naruto’s jaw dropped. "What? No way! You mean you taught him how to do that crazy stuff?"

Kakashi sighed, rubbing the back of his neck. "Don’t give her too much credit."

"Oh, please," Y/N shot back, her grin widening. "If it weren’t for me, you’d still be trying to figure out which end of a kunai to hold." Y/N shrugged, a playful glint in her eyes. "He was hopeless on his own. Let’s just say he’s lucky I took pity on him."

"Now you’re exaggerating," Kakashi interjected, though his tone was more resigned than annoyed.

"You’re just mad because it’s true," Y/N teased, crossing her arms and tilting her head at him. "Anyway, I’m guessing this is your new team? Good luck—you’ll need it, especially with this one." She nodded toward Sasuke, who just scoffed.

Sasuke cleared his throat, clearly ready for the conversation to end. "Are you heading back to the village?"

"Yeah," Y/N replied, her tone softening. "Mission's done, and I’ve got reports to file. I’ll see you at home later."

As she turned to leave, she paused and glanced over her shoulder at Kakashi. "You’ve got your hands full with these kids, but don’t slack off on them. They deserve the best, Copy Ninja."

Kakashi raised a hand in lazy acknowledgment, though a faint smile tugged at the corner of his masked mouth.

"She’s awesome!" Naruto declared as they continued walking. "I didn’t know you had someone like her in your clan, Sasuke!"

"She’s annoying," Sasuke muttered, though his tone lacked any real bite.

Kakashi, watching the interplay, found himself smiling faintly under his mask. Y/N had a way of livening up the quiet moments, her banter leaving an impression long after she was gone. Though her words had been playful, the truth in them lingered. She had been his guide through a part of his life he wouldn’t have navigated alone, and for that, he would always be quietly grateful.

[trashisstillhere]

Finally!! The comic that I showed one wip from just a few days ago is finally done!!

Here it is!!

Warning: a dying ninja boy with a bloody wound in chest. (No seriously-) a bit more blood, dead bodies. (Nothing too graphic tho plus most of them are seen as shadows here but I still wanted to put this just in case)

(Click on them to fully read these!)

In case you’re wondering, this takes place in the cursed Samurai/ Cursed Honoka’s hideout/home! (While she is originally and still is the main villain from my Rc9gn story ‘hidden danger’, she is also a villain here in the new ninja AU!)

This is an angst scenario I have had in my head for quite a long time and finally got to draw out now!

Quick (and rushed and lazy) explanation:

New Ninja and Randy went in there along with First Ninja and Plop Plop (it’s kinda long and complicated story -), Plop Plop was taken hostage by Cursed Honoka and she threatens to kill him to try to scare them enough to leave her home, she ends up almost attacking NN with her cursed katana to use the life steal ability on them (yes, she has that and so does her weapon since she put her powers in it just like said on her ref post), only for Randy to come forward to protect them which led him to being stabbed instead in the chest.

He so quickly fell down the ground after that so it looked like he just died. The others are horrified, especially NN who gets so upset that they get into their ninja rage form except it’s a kitsune version of some sort (and no those aren’t tails they have, it’s actually multiple scarfs!) and immediately tries to kill the cursed samurai but First Ninja stops them, mostly because the attack they were about to use had a big chance on possibly badly hurting Plop Plop too.

And the rest is seen here in the comic!

That one part where NN cries over Randy’s struggling body where it suddenly shifts to the other scene is supposed to be a flashback of First Ninja’s from when his family died cuz what he was seeing started reminding him of that too much.

And that scar you see under First Ninjas eye is a burn scar! How did he get it? Well, take a closer look at the start of the first page.. notice how one of the scarfs of NN’s is a bit on fire? And how First Ninjas eye seems to slightly tear up like he just got that scar with it slightly burning like it’s hurting him?

And on the last page at the last part: zoom in more and you’ll notice how NN seems to be quietly apologising to him for something….

But yeah! This is finally finished! Now it’s time for the other wip! Tho I will take a small break rn after working a lot on this one!

[violettduchess]

A/N: This won the poll and it was such fun to write 💜

Clavis x Reader

Prompt: Kissing While Laughing

WC: ~560

“Where do you think you’re going? It’s about to pour!”

“Ack, Jin! My goodness, you scared me. I wanted to bathe and wash my hair but realized I don’t have any more soap. I was hoping to hurry into town and buy some quickly before it starts raining.”

“Look, the first drops are already falling. C’mon. I’ve got something you can have. Clavis gave it to me a few months ago for my birthday but I’ve never even opened it.”

“Really? Aw, you’re a lifesaver! Thank you so much!"

Half an hour later

“CLAVIS!!!!!”

“I’m here, sweet wife, but I thought you said you wanted a moment’s peace in order to— Oh......Oh my……”

“WHAT DID YOU DO?!”

“Me? I-my goodness, that certainly is……a look.”

“I borrowed the shampoo you gave Jin for his birthday and now I look like this!!!”

“You did what? Oh….oh....oh dear, my sweet lamb, my darling. W-why would you do that?”

“Clavis, stop giggling! This isn’t funny. LOOK AT MY HAIR!”

“I-It’s a most fetching shade of……what can we call it? Sunset? Marigold?”

“Clavis! IT’S BRIGHT ORANGE!! I look terrible….."

“Oh no, no my sweetheart. Don't sob. Come here, come to me. That’s right. Let your fantastic husband offer you the sweet comfort of his embrace and–ow!”

“WHY WOULD YOU GIVE THIS TO JIN?!”

“Because it's funny! Don’t tell me the notion of that ladies man suddenly having hair the color of an orangutan isn't funny!”

“I LOOK LIKE AN ORANGUTAN?!”

“No, no my dearest one. No, you don’t. Come, let’s sit on the bed. That’s right, here’s a tissue. Come here, my love. Right here, let me hold you close. Ahhhh, isn't that better?”

....Sniffle....

“Now, let’s wipe away those pesky tears from your angelic face. While it certainly is a change….I can assure you, the color will fade in a few days.”

....Sniffle.... “Promise?”

“Yes, my sweet lamb. I made it myself. I know it will. Now.......come here, Mrs. Lelouch, and let me kiss you.”

“I look like a carrot," you whisper sorrowfully, barely able to get the word "carrot" out.

Clavis bursts into soft laughter, cupping your sweet but oh so glum face in his hands, gently wiping away the last stray teardrops.

“You are a most ravishing carrot.” He presses a kiss to the corner of your eye, cradling your cheek in his palm.

“I’m a pumpkin.” But your voice is wavering with the threat of laughter, a shadow of a smile on your lips.

“You are absolutely the most alluring pumpkin that has ever existed.” His mouth is by your ear, his teeth playfully nipping at your earlobe.

“I’m a clownfish.” You can't hold back anymore and your voice breaks with laughter on the word "clownfish."

His laughter intertwines with yours, creating the melody of a happy couple. He nuzzles your damp but still extremely orange hair. “You are the most attractive, beguiling clownfish in the whole sea.”

“Oh, Clavis.” You can’t stop giggling as you shake your head. He leans forward, pressing kiss after kiss to your lips.

“My beautiful sweet potato,” he murmurs, his lips brushing yours. “My exotic tangerine.” With a gentle push you fall back onto the bed and he is above you, a tender hand brushing the bright locks away from your face, his golden eyes aglow with affection.

“My darling, my sweetheart….let me show you how very much I adore you, always and forever, no matter what color your hair may be.”

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