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luminatricky · 7 months ago

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Vampire? In Gotham! (part 2)

Summary: Danny arrives, sees something Concerning, meets Batman, tries not to fight Batman. Nope not going to rogue it up here, no thank you.

Relationships: Bruce Wayne & Danny Fenton, John Constantine & Danny Fenton

for context, phenes are letters in Ghostwriting, and you can do necromantic magic with them if you know how

As soon as he's within a five mile vicinity of Gotham, Danny has to stop and deeply consider his afterlife decisions.

PhantomMenace: what the FUCK is wrong with this place.

PhantomMenace: John.

PhantomMenace: I know you know how many generational curses are set in the very foundations. And not the abusive cycle kind.

PhantomMenace: who had the goddamn PATIENCE for this

PhantomMenace: who carves THIS MANY phenes into THAT MUCH wet concrete??

PhantomMenace: we'd have to blow up the whole city to unfuck this!!

PhantomMenace: when I find whoever did this I don't know if I'm going to kill them a second time, or make out with them immediately

PhantomMenace: they've clearly ascended to levels of spite I can only dream of, I've to at least respect that

God's Favorite Whore: For my sake I hope you kill them. Gross.

PhantomMenace: 💚

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Night time in Gotham is beautiful, even without the view of the stars.

Danny finds himself exploring from the rooftops. Old Gothic architecture spins for miles; spidering out from the tallest buildings are gargoyles reminiscent of what he knows of cathedrals. Below him, the city comes alive in a flurry of motion.

The cars slow to a trickle, but foot traffic picks up. Well-dressed people in their 20s hit the bars, swaying and laughing with their friends. Danny takes note with a smile that they're all armed, and at least one person in each group seems to be as sober as a stone. Keeping safe and having fun.

The night workers hit the streets, and little skinny kids of all ages weave in between bodies like leaves in flowing water. Handing off things Danny can't see to the people on the street corners, laughing and joking and pushing each other, never straying too far to allies or the side of the road. Not ever being without at least one other. It's sad to see they have to protect each other like that, but that's life, and it seems they're living it.

Blob ghosts make unseen mischief. There's a second layer of traffic - blobs spinning a foot in the air above everyone else, catching stray emotions and fat and happy off the ambient ectoplasm. Danny's never seen any blob in a color other than radioactive green, but the ones in Gotham are all different shades of red. He wonders if the curses here might be a factor. And if his condenser will be stained red from now on.

Danny spots something strange the longer he looks. He slips off the edge of the building, walking down its side to the alley below. He slips into partial invisibility to not startle anyone not already looking for him, and peaks out the mouth of the alley.

Shades walk down the streets side by side with the human Gothamites. They give the human-looking ghosts a wide berth, but otherwise no one acknowledges them. He tracks the figures with his eyes, hating the blank look in each of them. He's sure that they're not even properly looking at anything. They go through anyone and everything in their paths intangibly. He sees several people shiver and look around confused, before walking off, visibly more tired looking than before.

Danny unclips his condenser from his belt to check if his dinner's ready. He startles a bit at the unfamiliar red, but shrugs. He's hungry. The blobs are having a blast despite how evil the air is. He should be fiiiine.

Taking a deep gulp, Danny returns his attention to the Shades, wary of what this new behavior means. He quickly does a rough count of humans, and then the strange Neverborns in the street. And oh boy. He does not like how the math is mathing.

In a normal, healthy population, there should only be one Shade per fifty humans. In Gotham? It's nearly one to one. He's never seen or heard of this. Danny wonders exactly how many people get mysteriously sick, or die of "natural causes" here.

Once he gets settled in, he'll have to go looking for the cause. Even in a crime ridden big city this isn't normal.

Danny takes another sip as he tears himself away from the mouth of the alley. He becomes fully visible as he steps into the shadows. He means to float up to the rooftops again, but a dull thump behind him has him zipping around on instinct.

Between him and the exit, a broad shouldered man rises from his feet. At first Danny thinks he's covered in shadows, but as his eyes quickly readjust to the level of light, he realizes that the man is just wearing a long dark cloak with a cowl. It covers his head and half his face, with two white beams of light staring impassively at him. It hurts to look at to be honest.

Danny tenses like a springtrap. John never gave him descriptions of any of the rogues, OR the bats. He doesn't know what he's dealing with right now, and he'd really rather not get into a brawl tonight. Humans don't do that to be friendly.

"Where did you get the blood?" The man demands. His voice is obviously modified to be deeper, but Danny thinks it might be naturally growly and inflectionless, as the man's body language or expression doesn't change.

He doesn't really think before he responds. The question throws him, okay? "Uh? Synthesizer?" Danny shakes his condenser some. It's only half full, so it only sloshes thickly against the sides instead of spilling. Suddenly feeling self-conscious about it, Danny caps it and reclips it to his belt.

He extends a hand to shake. "Name's Dante Nightingale. But people call me Danny."

The incredibly rude man doesn't shake his hand, OR introduce himself. All he gets in response is a minute head tilt that in other circumstances he would find adorable.

He rolls his eyes. "This is the part where you introduce yourself. Like a human."

The man grunts in acknowledgement. After an awkward moment, the man extends a (clawed!) hand from under his cape and grips Danny's own. "Batman."

Danny relaxes a smidge. "Nice. Cool. Heard about you and your Fraid. I'm told you're good people. thank you for not being a sentient shadow here to rob me." He lets go of the man's warm glove.

"Fraid?" Batman parrots, vaguely suspicious. Or curious. He's not sure.

"Um. It's like. Well, found family is the default in my culture, so we got a whole word for it. I didn't want to assume blood relations." Danny explains. "You've got a strong grip. Are the claws part of your suit or?" Danny flashes his own claws playfully.

"The suit." Batman says simply. "Why were you watching people from the alley?"

Danny leans back on his heels, clasping his hands behind his back, swaying back and forth. "Just flew in to town, I don't really know my way around yet. So I've been exploring on the rooftops so no one has the bright idea to mug the newbie." Danny stops swaying and folds his arms over his chest with a frown. "Then I noticed something wasn't right. Well. Other than how cursed you guys are. Actually? Might be related."

Batman's headlights narrow in a very convincing glare, so Danny tries to elaborate. "Shades really shouldn't be literally crawling through the streets. The non-physical, non-sentient psychic vampires? Yeah. I don't know if you can see this, but they're walking around in groups besides and through people. Which. They don't group up, and they don't typically go for crowded places. Shades thrive in privacy. They mimic whatever person accidentally made them, and lure loved ones alone. This whole thing is weird and probably not good."

Batman grunts again, head tilting slightly the opposite way. The little bit of silence lets Danny briefly contemplate if Batman is neurodivergent and not actually trying to be a brooding asshole. The older man's tone and facial expressions are flat, he doesn't seem to pick up on social cues, and he favors nonverbal communication. Danny makes a mental note to figure that out later if they ever meet again.

"What can we do?" Batman asks. Danny shrugs. Technically, it's not his problem unless they can't handle it themselves. "Justice League Dark this, I guess. Find me if they can't help. I'll give it the old college try if you ask."

Batman taps the side of his mask where the ear would be underneath. A quiet sound of static fills the alleyway. Batman full-body flinches at the sudden loud sound in his ear. The older man whirls to glare at Danny. The Halfa nearly chokes under the creepy, suddenly hostile gaze of the pinpricks of light.

"What did you do to my coms?" The man full on growls. The cloak is brushed aside as Batman takes out two throwing blades from his (bright yellow?) belt.

Danny's heartbeat races at the prospect of a brawl. Green light fills his vision and starts to cast a strange glow across the alley. His biology reacts, but his mind is screaming at him to put on the brakes. Do not fight the vigilantes! He's not being friendly! Do not the rogue!!

So he puts his hands up in surrender. "Woah woah woah! I can't control this, electronics just fritz around me! Hold on, just, I'll leave and they should be fine? I need to get back to my hotel anyways. Nice meeting you!"

Without waiting for a response Danny turns ghost tail. Which is to say, he turns invisible and flies through the building in the vague direction of said hotel. He flings himself into the soft, soft pillows, and tries to calm his ass down. No. No fighting. He does not need to be put in Arkham on his first day, or whatever.

Elsewhere, the coms crackle back to life.

"-atman?!"

"Oracle." He confirms.

"What happened? The boys are on their way, what's the sitch?"

"There's a vampire in Gotham."

#danny phantom #dpxdc #vampire danny #halfas are vampires au #ghost prince danny #halfa danny fenton #danny fenton #batman #john constantine #uncle john constantine #batman vs. dracula universe #gotham's ecto is red au #ghosts socialize by fighting #feral danny #autistic bruce wayne

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enchanterium-fan-account · 18 days ago

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We’ve seen Sam, we’ve seen Alex, and now it’s time for everyone’s favorite Totally Fashionable Spy: Clover! This video also includes Barb getting acquainted with her new LaseEEer, cutting out some fancy prop boxes to hold the dolls costumes and accessories when not in use!

“To be honest, now looking at the footage, I don’t know what I didn’t like about it. But I didn’t like it. So we’re going to make something else.”

“It has a front zipper because I put the medium bust on the doll, and I feel like Clover would want to flaunt that cleavage.”

“Okay Kanata you are the chosen one. Let’s take care of your face.”

“I started with this pink dress, but it was AWFUL. So we’re going to skip through that.”

“Oh? And what is that you ask? The backpacks of course! We couldn’t not have a gadget in this video.”

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And Clover makes three! I think this series turned out really well, in spite of Barb’s eternal suffering lol. The Totally Spies girls are so far the only time she’s done two outfits per doll, and she swears to never do it again, but we’ll see! And Alex did a fantastic job bringing all the girls to life, I never understand how she manages to get such distinct personalities on such itty bitty doll heads. And the finished trio photo shoots are outstanding! I’d love to have them as a poster or something!

If you enjoy be sure to follow on YouTube and instagram, and if you REALLY enjoy consider becoming a Patreon!

Have an enchanted day 💙💚💖

#totally spies #totally spies clover #doll customization #dollblr #enchanterium #Youtube

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merakiui · 4 months ago

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would love to hear your thoughts about yan Lilia

the general Lilia with pregnant reader lives rent free in my thoughts 💚❤️‍🔥❤️‍🔥

AAAA YES!!! :D it’s been so long since I’ve talked about the general and his pregnant darling. <3 I have many more thoughts to share,,,

Taken prisoner after your village has been destroyed and claimed by the General of the Right and his men. They need all the resources they can find. Most of the humans are dead or, if lucky enough, escaped for safety. You weren’t so lucky. It was only a matter of time before the keen General sniffed you out, finding you huddled in hiding. You beg him for mercy, to spare your baby. “There is no mercy to be found in a conflict as bloody and brutal as this one,” he tells you in a rough snarl. He’s certainly not soft. He scoffs at the insinuation. Your tears mean nothing to him.

But he supposes it would be unfair to your child, who is completely innocent and has no idea of the war that’s currently raging on. So you’ll come with him as a prisoner, and if you try anything funny he’ll cut you down himself. You cower under the eyes of his men, and the General makes it clear that you’re with them now. His right hand is baffled: “General, you know this human will only hold us back…!” he protests on and on, the same arguments each time. “We can’t guarantee their safety.” He doesn’t like you much or trust you, but he’ll tolerate you if only because the General orders it. >:/

You’re given bigger portions of food,, whatever they can find, really, all for you and the baby. You thank them with a grateful smile, offering to do the cooking in exchange for their help. Baul doesn’t trust you, but you certainly know your way around food preparation. He can huff and puff over his cold, raw rat meat all he wants, insist he’d never eat anything made by a human. You’re busy making a hearty stew with the ingredients Lilia’s men managed to scrounge up and it smells delicious. Tastes so, too. Lilia commends you for it. His men seem to be in higher spirits, too. Funny how good food is all it takes to boost morale, if only for the night.

You sleep near Lilia. At first it was so he could keep an eye on you, watching you hum lullabies to your bump, his own eyes falling shut momentarily. Now it’s just for your protection. To feel comforted that you’re in his sight, within reach. He remains awake for patrol. Sometimes you stir, rubbing your eyes and blinking sleepily at him. If he’s feeling chatty, he might entertain your questions or a short conversation—anything to lull you back to sleep. He asks you what you’ll name your child. You shrug. You haven’t considered it yet. Lilia hums his acknowledgment, keen eyes picking up on your slight shivering. He tells you to keep warm. It can get dreadfully cold at night, and you’re so fragile. “A shame the fire’s nothing but embers,” you whisper, wrapped up in a fur cloak. “I suppose there are other ways to keep warm…”

His gaze pans over to you, assessing your person, those words and the message they carry. He is not soft. He is cruel and cunning. He…hopes for your safety, in spite of everything. To last this long on your own as a human, you’re strong. He’s impressed. Perhaps he’ll allow himself this gratification just once, his cold, callused palms resting gently upon your rounded stomach. The way you arch up into him, a hand falling over your mouth as you fill with pleasure and deflate with a dreamy sigh. “For such a cold, hard General, you’re very gentle,” you whisper, reaching up to trace your knuckle against his cheek.

He takes your hand in his, his mouth opening in snappy retort. And then he closes it, scoffing under his breath. He is not soft.

When this war is over, he wonders if he’ll ever see you again. In spite of everything, he hopes so. He wants only the best for you and your child.

#twisted chit chat #blessingofthestars #n/sfw #tw: pregnancy

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curawrites · 1 year ago

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Healing

Hiccup x fem!reader

Warnings: angst, no happy ending

Note: rewatched Race to the Edge and got obsessed and wanted to write angst 💚

Ever since the beginning you and Hiccup had been friends, best friends.

You had done everything together, you were the weird kids, the ones that never fit in, the ones that worked the forge during the nightly dragon attacks.

Being so close together had the adults in your life asking when the wedding would be. It had always made Hiccup chuckle uncomfortably while you stood beside him bashfully with pink ears.

You had really hoped that would be your future. It was childish to think but you were only a teen who thought things would never change.

Inevitably things did change. It happened so fast, one night you and Hiccup were handling the forge together as usual and then suddenly he was training to fight dragons.

You watched him get consumed with his training and whatever he was doing in the woods. You were completely unaware of the injured nightfury your best friend was training.

You were shocked when it was revealed that Hiccup had tamed such a dragon and that he knew where the dragon nest was.

Watching him get disowned hurt, you knew how much he wanted to prove himself to his father. You wanted to go after him, to comfort him like you had always done but you couldn’t and you knew you shouldn’t when Astrid was by his side. You knew how much the boy liked her, and even though it hurt you, you let them have their moment.

You watched as Hiccup had more moments with the other teens, helping them train the dragons, bonding with them. You were glad that he was finally fitting in.

His happiness brought you joy and at that age that’s all that mattered to you even if it meant being left behind.

You hadn’t been there to watch him become a hero but when the tribe came back you felt it. All of Berk was talking about his and Toothless’s sacrifice. In that moment you felt even more admiration for the boy.

You tried to be by Hiccup’s side when he was out, but it was difficult trying to squeeze in some time when five others also wanted to see him.

You felt a shift as soon as he woke up. When he was surrounded by the residents of Berk. When Astrid gave him a kiss and his gang rejoiced over his recovery.

You knew then that he would never be the same, he was no longer you Hiccup.

As the years passed you sunk into the shadows, watching Hiccup live his best life with his friends, riding dragons, going on adventures and exploring.

You yearned to be apart of them, for Hiccup to talk to you again, and help you train a dragon and bring you into the gang. But it never happened, he was to consumed with his new life to notice who he left behind.

When he left for the edge at 18 that’s when you realized your prior friendship was never going to be rekindled. The reality hit you hard, it was jarring. It made you truly process the grief of losing your best friend.

It made your spiral into a dark place, a void of black tar that wouldn’t let you go no matter how hard you tried to claw your way out. Eventually you let the tar consume you, let yourself believe in all of the horrible things you thought about yourself.

Months were spent rotting in your hut, crying, refusing to look at yourself in a mirror, and sleeping all day.

Once the sadness faded away all you felt was rage. How could he just forget you? You had been by his side for 15 years for Thor’s sake! How dare he abandon you to be with the “cool” kids!

Your rage fuelled you to better yourself out of spite. So you began training, releasing all of the anger and hurt with every strike of your sword against your opponent’s.

You learned a lot about yourself during that period of time. You couldn’t handle an axe or a bow but you were sure damn good with a spear and swords, you learned to be resilient and strong, you gained more intellect and strategy. It rebuilt a lot of your confidence and your self esteem.

After a while you began getting bored, you had fought pretty much everyone you could on Berk and you felt caged, you didn’t like being confined to the small island anymore.

So you left. By boat. In the opposite direction Hiccup had left for the edge, and began exploring.

You knew that at some point you would need your own dragon if you wanted to continue exploring, travelling by boat was becoming very inconvenient.

An opportunity came up a couple of months into your exploration journey. A particular village had kept being pestered and ransacked by a rowdy monstrous nightmare.

So you agreed to help the village get rid of it by trying to train it. How hard could it be right? Just throw some fish at it and put your hand out and bam! Tamed dragon!

Oh how wrong you were. The process was rough to say the least, the monstrous nightmare had refused the fish and smacked you out of its sight. So you tried to gradually invade it personal space, and it worked for a few days. Until you pushed your luck and tried to rush the process, earning you a deep long gash, starting at your mid thigh up to a four inches under your arm.

The wound was gushing blood, and you were losing your consciousness fast. You thought this was the end, it was honestly humiliating. You inhaled what you thought was your last breath and closed your eyes.

Eventually you woke up to a blinding light. Was this Valhalla? As your vision cleared you recognized the inside of the village’s huts and sighed. You were glad you were alive, as you sat up you hissed in pain. You shut your eyes tightly and clutched your bandaged side as you inhaled and exhaled deeply.

Suddenly you were nudged to lay back down. You opened your eyes, expecting to see one of the villagers but you were met with the guilty face of the monstrous nightmare.

It was a very inconvenient way to train a dragon but hey you managed. Now you had a very rowdy, loving and protective, royal blue monstrous nightmare by your side.

You named her Azule and as a repayment for your stay with the village healer you have the village your boat. Not like you really needed it anymore.

With that you resumed exploring and helping villages out with dragon problems. Thankfully these went much more successfully than the first.

While you weren’t fighting dragon hunters like some people, you still made some friends and acquaintances, and more importantly you had fun.

You felt alive again. Soaring the sky’s and camping out with your new companion brought you a new kind of happiness and fulfillment.

As fun as it was eventually it was time to return to Berk. You had spent a wonderful year where you had grown and gained new experiences and knowledge. You learned to overcome hard times, how to build relationships, how to work with others, and most importantly you learned how to be content with yourself.

You had left Berk as a hurt, reckless, immature girl but you returned as a healed and mature woman.

After being gone for so long, you knew your hut needed some much needed fixing. You didn’t want your home to remind you of your dark times, you wanted a fresh slate.

You got rid of practically everything and got new furniture.You made room for Azule, giving her, her own bed and little space in your hut. You repaired what needed to be fixed after a year of neglect and added some add ons as well. Outside you added a clothes line, a hammock, a sitting area, and a feeding station for Azule.

You decorated your home with tapestries, crystals and other knickknacks you got on your adventures. You transformed your space into the ultimate comfort.

You were finally content. Even a little happy. You had moved on, and felt like you were finally on the right path.

Hiccup and his friends eventually came back from the edge.

You had lived your separate lives and you continued to, your paths never crossing again.

#httyd x reader #hiccup x reader #hiccup haddock x reader #angst #how to train your dragon #httyd hiccup #httyd fanfiction

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m4nj1r0s · 1 year ago

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Ran Haitani relationship headcannons

- Was probably only using you for entertainment, and was 100% planning on leaving you after about a month.

- Since you two weren’t serious in his mind, mf was a MENACE.

- Got you a COLD pack when you were on your period and had cramps.

- Like my Hanma post, gives bad girl advice to Rindou.

- “Girls prefer cold packs when they’re on their period, it helps the cramps.”

- Like a week before he was going to break up with you, he noticed a rival of his making lovey-dovey eyes at you. He postponed breaking up with you just to spite his rival.

- Was extra affectionate with you if he ever saw the guy JUST to be petty to the max but he found himself doing it privately too. And.. he liked it. Rindou helped him come to the conclusion he genuinely liked you!!

- But now you can’t leave him, ever :(

- You guys have dates where you just nap together. I’m not talking like you just came over and you two were bored so you took a nap. No, no, no like this is an actual PLANNED date. It’s marked on his calendar and everything as ‘date night’ with a bunch of hearts made with red sharpie. Ran probably gets Rindou to go out so you guys can have some peace and quiet.

- “Isn’t this nice, baby?”

- “I can feel you trying to interlock our toes.”

- Probably took Rindou a while to warm up to you, but the real ice breaker is when Rindou came home drunk whilst Ran was asleep so you guys played video games and did karaoke.

- Ran wanted to tear his hair out at Rindou’s singing but he said yours was like a lullaby. 🤗

- Probably has a picture of Nahoya and Souya that he throws darts at in his room. 😭😭

- If you’re shorter than him, he loves putting things you need on a high shelf so you have to ask him to get it.

- And he does this whilst you’re using it. ☹️

- Backfires when you just ask Rindou..

- Expects you to have his picture as your lock screen and refuses to put yours as his. His lock screen is a picture of his bed.

- When you got upset he refused to have your picture as his lock screen, he tried to make it up to you by taping a picture of you to his fighting baton.

- “This is practically the same thing, actually, it’s better! Would you rather I tape it to my uniform instead??”

- He’s genuinely asking.

- You’re saved in his phone as smth like “Honeycomb suckle sugar plum pumpkin pie ❤️💜🤍🤎💚🧡💝😫”

- Wants to learn a new language with you just so you guys can talk about stuff without Rindou eavesdropping (I hc Rindou has a bad habit of this).

- He is IMPOSSIBLE to wake up, like you could try everything and he would still be fast asleep.

- Literally the only thing that makes him wake up is the smell of breakfast or any food in general

- Has a black hole as a stomach (metaphorically)

- It’s cute since you guys can have that thing together where if you can’t finish your food he will just finish it for you :)

- Type of guy to lay on his side with a rose in his mouth and his head propped up with his hand when you come home from work or whatever with careless whisper playing on in the background

- Backfires when he cuts his lip with a thorn 😭

- “I’m never doing this romantic shit again.”

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I was debating making this a yandere hc post but it feels more of a normal one

It’s a pretty short hc post but I’m back now 🤭

And I will get to requests that are already in my ask box in the next few weeks, since it’s close to exam season for me 😓

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r-u-still-here · 6 months ago

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❤🧡💛💚💙💜⛈️💎☆◆☆💎⛈️💜💙💚💛🧡❤

Got tired of Applejack flirting with the both of them. They shoud just date each other out of spite. Messy gays style.

❤ 🧡 💛 💚 💙 💜 💜 💙 💚 💛 🧡 ❤

#illustration #drawing #digital illustration #digital drawing #digital art #my little pony friendship is magic #my little pony #mlp #mlp fim #mlp g4 #mlp fanart #my little pony fanart #rarity #rainbow dash #raridash

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jaythes1mp · 10 months ago

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Hello how are you? I hope you are well!

Okay wait this idea is probably dumb and stupid so you can ignore it since it popped up into my head and I wanted to ask but what about a goldfish! reader who can turn into a human.

It’s like cat! Reader or puppy! reader but instead of them being either of those they can change into a goldfish.

How would the Batfamily treat them? Like a huge tank or something? Premium fish food? Treats?

How would the Batfamily treat their human form?

I started to laugh while writing this so haha

Have a wonderful day/ night/ evening!

I LOVE YOUR WORK SO MUCH TAKE A BREAK AND MAKE SURE TO REST AND DRINK WATER AND TAKE CARE OF YOURSELF!!! 🩷❤️💙🩵💚💜💛

⭐️anon (I just dubbed myself that sorry 🤣)

You can totally be ⭐️ anon, I love your energy!

In the case of a goldfish reader, and any other freshwater creatures that they may turn into, the family would first have to develop a fiercely protective and possessive obsession over the human half before they would become overly invested in the aquatic aspects.

It's not until the family has become yandere that they would start showing a particularly possessive interest in your freshwater form.

With a goldfish in mind, Jason wouldn’t likely exhibit a strong interest in you due to the limitations of your aquatic form. But on those rare occasions when he’s at the manor, he’ll still opt to spend time with you, enjoying your company even if you can’t do the same things he typically enjoys.

However, if Jason were able to find a way to force you into remaining in your human form with him, then he’d probably become completely fixated on keeping you by his side at all times. You’re still his Darling, yknow? It’s a pity that the rest of the fam won’t let him keep you at his house. He’d even buy a large tank for when you shift, and everything!

Tim would be delighted the thought of stealing you from the manors comedically oversized enclosure, which they had built in just for you, to swap you out for a regular fish he had bought at the nearest pet store, just to see how long it took for the rest of the family to notice.

He'd keep you in a tank on his desk, right next to all his paperwork, so that he can watch over you as he works away, taking little breaks to observe and admire you as you swim about in your watery prison.

Tim would make sure to keep the tank well-decorated and comfortable, adding in your favorite plants, stones, and trinkets to keep you entertained. Similar to the main one in the center of the manor, just with far less space.

But regardless of how pretty your tank looks, it would still feel like a prison. You're always going to be painfully aware of your confinement. Especially when the one on Tim’s desk has a lid, forcing you to stay and swim endless circles, never stopping until he feels gracious enough to let you out.

Damian treats you with extreme care. Everything must be perfect. With a sterile, immaculate tank, an ample supply of food 24/7, your health in top condition, and absolutely no signs of boredom. Even the slightest hint of loneliness will have him instantly scooping you out of the water, either forcing you to change back to spend time together, or he'll invest in a portable tank to smuggle you into his school. You'll never be left to your own devices for long, as he's always making sure that you're given all the attention that you deserve.

Damian is fully aware of how susceptible fish can be to depression, and given the somewhat abrupt manner of your kidnapping, he won’t take any chances. So, to prevent any potential psychological distress, he's extremely careful to provide you with everything you could possibly need to be happy and healthy. With ample space to swim around, a proper diet, and plenty of stimuli to keep you entertained. When you’re with him, it's as if you're living a life of unparalleled luxury, in spite of your confinement.

Although, Damian has still accidentally snatched up the counterfeit you that Tim had placed in your tank, and it was ultimately Conner who had to break the news to him that it wasn't the real you half way through the school day.

Dick, being the affectionate sibling that he is, would probably still keep you company while in your goldfish form. He'd swim about in the water with you, and find ways to interact and entertain you, such as tossing in small toys for you to play with, or placing his hands in the water to let you nuzzle against them. He's just glad that you're in a more vulnerable form, as it reminds him of when Jason was a child and how he’d missed out on the time in your life where you'd of been more receptive to his affection.

He’d probably even have special underwater equipment installed in the tank, like a communication device so that he could “talk” to you, bubbles that he could blow at you, or maybe even an intercom for music, just so he could better connect with you in your aquatic form. Dick will stop at no end to ensure that you feel loved and included, even as a fish.

It’ll be almost the same as with your human form, but instead of using words or touch, Dick will find other creative ways to pamper and spoil you, like adding special treats or fish toys to the tank, or arranging the underwater environment into a little sanctuary just for you. He’ll do everything in his power to show how much he cares, just like the affectionate big brother that he’s forced you to see him as. Just how it’s supposed to be.

The last of the family is Bruce. While the others find ways to pamper and spoil you, Bruce's interactions with you as a fish are a little more distant. He'll dutifully check in on you at least twice a day, making sure that the tank is clean and that the water quality is up to standard. But after that, he'll spend less and less time around your enclosure.

He's more comfortable when you're in human form around him, as it allows him to better understand your wellbeing. He can gauge your emotions, check if you've been eating enough, and actually see you properly, instead of just catching glimpses of your little fish body hiding behind the expensive rocks.

You're now Bruce’s child, and yet, when you’re in your goldfish form, he can't help but feel a distance between you. Perhaps it's the inability to communicate, or the way your little fish body seems to hide behind everything, but it's harder for him to truly connect with you on a deeper level. Maybe it's the cold reality of knowing that he’s keeping you in confinement, or the loss of affection, but something about your life as a fish just doesn’t sit well with him.

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shelbgrey · 3 months ago

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Hiii! Can write Miguel Diaz x reader where she's from Iron Dragons? Maybe sister of Axel

Being in Iron Dragon and falling for Miguel Diaz

Paring: Miguel Diaz x Kovačević!Reader

Summary: you're part of iron dragons and Axel Kovačević's little sister, after an unexpected encounter you start falling for the boy from Miyagi-do.

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You and Axel never really had anyone till the Iron Dragons and even then you both still felt alone. You were quite like your brother Axel, but if it was just the two of you you guys never run out of things to say.

You felt out of place and always in high alert with the iron dragons. You weren't like Zara Malik, she was back stabing and you avoided her at all costs. You knew she had a thing for your brother, you also knew Axel wouldn't give her the time of day. On her tictoks and YouTube videos she was just plain fake. She was also the type of person to be extremely sweet to you on screen(if she could get you on there) then off screen be a complete bitch.

You weren't excited about Barcelona, big competitions were nothing new for your dojo. You would go there, Zara would show off, and Sensei Wolf would beat you and Axel for just breathing.

Wolf was hard on the whole dojo, but he was especially hard on you and your brother. He would try to manipulate the two of you into thinking it was just tough love, but no. All he cared about was winning.

Your favorite time of the day was when there wasn't any training, Axel's never stopped trying. You were usually glued to Axel's hip, but tonight you wandered off while he was at the beach. There was a bar where most of the different dojos were going, so you went there.

You hated packed places, so you tried to avoid bumping into people and you sure as hell didn't want to talk to anyone. But when the hell do we get what we want. While you were waiting for your drink kwon jaesung from cobra Kai came up to you. He hadn't left you also since the compations started.

“Hey, why don't you and I get out of here” Kwon stood a little too close to comfort and was clearly drunk. “piss off, Jaesung” you said.

“come on, baby... Let me show you what a real man feels like” he smirked and his friends behind him snickered.

You pushed him away then he tried to grab you.

“she said no” a guy said from behind you. The cute Latino boy separated the two of you, putting his body between you and kwon.

“Don't waste your time. Her legs are locked from the knee” Kwon smirked and then he was on the ground. Miguel did a side kick, knocking the wind out of Kwon. You poured your drink over his head, just to be spiteful then Miguel pulled you out of the bar.

“thanks” you smiled, he was so cute. His curles, his smile, everything.

“You're welcome, I'm Miguel” he grined, holding his hand out. “Yeah, I know... You're Miyagi-do, right?”

Miguel kinda rolled his eyes and smiled a bit, they weren't doing too hot in the competition right now. You gave him a kind smile. “you guys are pretty good, your hand to hand is pretty impressive”

Miguel blushed, he never really had someone outside of his dojo tell him he was good, especially someone that was part of a dojo like yours. “not as impressive as your dojo. You're pretty good with nunchucks”

You were never good at taking a good compliment, so you just kinda brushed it off. There was never good or heaven forbid great, just do better.

You guys ended up walking to the hotel together. Miguel refused to let you walk alone and truth be told you liked his type of company. He wasn't like anyone you have ever met before, he was kind and genuine. You admired his easy going personality, wishing you could have the positivity and warmth he had.

“thanks for walking me back, I'm sure you need to get back to your dojo” you said, stopping at the hotel room you were unfortunately sharing with Zara.

Miguel was really grasping for reasons to spend more time with you. “Eh, my friends can wait”

“I have a curfew” you said plainly, sensei Wolf made us get back at strict times then get us up at dawn to train. “plus I don't want your senseis to get mad at you”

There was this degree of separation and those few simple words gave Miguel a small glimpse into her world. Her sensei would get mad and punish her for being late so she automatically thinks LaRusso or Lawrence would punish him. And Miguel didn't miss the fact she said dojo and not friends.

“are you going to the Aquarium tomorrow?” Miguel asked. “it's not like we have a choice,” you responded, but she couldn't help but smirk at Miguel's shy smile and shrug. “but yes, I'll be there”

“great! I mean good,” Miguel quickly said. “I'll see you there then”

That night Miguel couldn't stop thinking about you and he couldn't explain why. Through the first few competitions he could see you were different from the rest of your dojo members. A white sheep among black sheep. You were strong and could hold your own, but you were also soft and sincere.

The morning of the Aquarium trip finally hit. Miguel couldn't get you alone for a while. He kept getting stopped by Hawk or Robbie or you'd get pulled away with your brother Axel and Zara for photos.

After Robbie lost his and the other Miyagi-do's hotel rooms to Kwan, Miguel left his group for some space. He went around the corner where the shark tanks were and that's when he saw you.

“Hey” he smiled, sitting nexted to you on the bench. “Hello, Miguel”

“Do you know why a shark keeps moving?” you asked, watching a small shark swim in the tank. Miguel looked at you confused, not knowing where you were going with this. “because they need oxygen? They keep moving, or they'll die”

You chuckled, nodding softly. “yes, I wasn't being literally Diaz. I mean a shark just keeps on going, no matter what”

“so, are you telling me you're a shark?” Miguel smirked, playfully nudging your shoulder with his. “I think you're a shark” you tell him.

“Yeah, maybe” Miguel shrugged. “I haven't really thought about it that way... I think my whole dojo is full of sharks, especially Sensei Lawrence”

You smiled softly, his dojo was the good side of what she was talking about. From what she saw, it was a bunch of underdogs fighting for what they believed in, they kept swimming no matter how many times they were pushed down. Your dojo on the other hand was the ugly side, a great white shark slaughtering without hesitation.

“I prefer clown fish over sharks anyway” Miguel said, seeing the sadness in your eyes, he wanted to lighten the mood. And it worked, y/n giggled softly.

“I guess clown fish are better” you shrugged. “well, I know a great tank full of clown fish” Miguel stood up, holding out his hand to you.

For the first time, you took the offer of human touch without hesitation. Maybe deep down you knew he wouldn't hurt you. You took his hand without thinking and you went to look at some clown fish.

“see,” Miguel said holding his hand towrds the tank of clown fish. “we found Nemo”

You looked at him confused, but smiled anyway. “Nemo?”

Miguel raised an eyebrow, suprised. “Nemo, the little cartoon Clown fish with the tiny fin. Ya know 'just keep swimming”

You laughed softly, shrugging. “sorry, I have no idea what you're talking about”

Miguel pretends to be offended, leaning back and putting his hand over his heart. “you've never seen Finding Nemo?!” another hint to Miguel you didn't have much of a childhood. “I thought your 'keep swimming' metaphor with the sharks was a Nemo reference”

“no, I actually stole that line from The Sopranos”

Miguel rolled his eyes playfully. “okay, what the hell is The sopranos?” he asked. “it's a mafia show”

Miguel loved talking to you, he couldn't get tired of it. “wow, I'm hurt you've never seen Finding Nemo, I'll have to show it to you sometime”

“really?” you asked blushing.

“If you let me” he smiled, shrugging. “Is this you asking me on a date?”

“would you?” he asked nervously. “go on a date. With me?”

You ignored reality, the reality of probably never seeing each other again after the tournaments. He'd go back to the US and Sensei Wolf would drag you to the next competition. But you said yes, you said for a moment of hope Miguel was giving you. “I'd love too”

Miguel didn't know what came over him but he slowly leaned down for a kiss and you didn't stop him, before your lips could even touch Axel interrupted. “y/n, let's go”

“I'm sorry, I got to go” Miguel understood. “it's fine, probably shouldn't kiss infront of all these innocent Clown fish anyways” he joked.

You laughed softly, finding him utterly adorable. “so how about tomorrow after the competitions for our date?” Miguel asked. “There's an arcade near the motel”

“sounds great”

Your brother of course voiced his concerns, he wasn't being rude or manipulative, he was genuinely concerned. You told him not to worry and you'd keep him updated about anything. Then he told you about meeting Sam LaRusso who was also a part of Miyagi-do.

You were excited about the date and wanted to get the day over with. During the tournament you secretly cheered Miguel on.

When the date did come around it was late, you both snuck out. You knew if sensei Wolf found out you were dead, but you couldn't care in the moment.

You tought him how to cheat a pin ball by tilting it and moving it around to get a higher score.

Miguel got most of the prize tickets by play skee ball and by the time you played all the games you got enough tickets for a prize. “I want that stuffed Platypus” you said, pointing up to the cute plushie.

Miguel laughed softly. “out of all the stuffed animals, you want a Platypus”

It wasn't a judging way, and your heart fluttered at your playful banter. “Alright, one platypus coming up”

The night ended suddenly, Miguel had to get home beacuse his mom had a medical emergency. “I'm so sorry”

“don't you dare be sorry, it's your mom. Go home” you said. Miguel nodded, trying to stay calm.

“thank you for tonight, I hope everything goes well with your mom”

Miguel had dropped out of the tournament and for the first time the reality of him never seeing you again hit him like a tone of bricks. He suddenly cupped your cheek in his hand and kissed you, it was your first kiss and it felt too good to be true. Not wanting to make the good bye harder, you pulled away. “go, your mom needs you”

Then he left.

You tried to focus on the tournament but all you could think about was Miguel. You felt angry he had to leave, but you felt pissed at the world for hurting someone like Miguel. You had one a few rounds that night, but you didn't feel like celebrating.

Zara had dragged you and Axel to a bar and that's where you met Miguel's buddies Dimitri and Hawk. They were excited to meet the girl that got Miguel wrapped around her finger.

You told them you were worried about him and Hawk gave you Miguel's number. You didn't want to bother him right away, thinking he'd be with his mom.

A few days later you got the courage to text him. 'Hope everything is okay, miss you. Hope you don't mind, Hawk gave me your number'

Miguel texted back: 'everything is great now. I'm gonna have a baby sister in a few months. And I'm coming back to finish the tournament'

You and Miguel didn't have time for a big heartfelt reunion when he came back. Then the unexpected happened, during one of your fights the opponent was playing dirty. One wrong move and you were on the ground crying out in pain.

Daniel LaRusso was the closest and out of fatherly instinct in went to you to help. Sensei Wolf came over just after Axel ran to you. “get up, your fine” Wolf told you.

“N-no, somethings not right” you said tearfully. Miguel ran to you, kneeling down next to you. “what's wrong? What hurts?”

You gasped. “my leg”

Sensei Wolf shook his head and you were so afraid of what he would next. “your embarrassing yourself and your dojo”

“she's hurt!” Daniel snapped. “she can't participate any longer” Daniel and Miguel helped you off the mat and Axel pushed Wolf away, keeping his distance from you.

Miguel didn't have anymore rounds today so he followed you to the medical area. You leg was broken and you bruised your tailbone.

You were out of the tournament and watched the big fight on the TV while at the hospital. Miguel stayed by your side until the tournament was officially canceled and everyone was sent home.

Everything went upside down. Tory from cobra Kai called Zara a bitch on Instagram live and Kwon died.

Over the spaned of a few months you and Miguel were talking long distance, you hadn't had the chance of putting a label on it.

Then unexpectedly the tournament was back on, this time in Miguel's country. You had made a full recovery, but didn't want to participate. Of course Sensei Wolf made you anyway.

Sensei Wolf was being even harder and Miguel saw that, he was worried. “why don't you just stay here. Your eighteen. You and Axel both”

“and where would we go? Huh?”

“Far away from Wolf. With me? Maybe?” Miguel said nervously with the fear of rejection but also he wanted to do anything to protect you.

That's when you finally opened up about everything, sensei Wolf's abuse and how long it's been happening, how scared you were of him, what Zara did to Robbie, everything.

It made Miguel's blood boil, he hated Sensei Wolf with every fiber of his being. Then to make matters worse the tournament ended in a tie between your two dojos and Johnny Lawrence had to fight sensei Wolf.

It was a releaf to see Johnny Lawrence winning, you were so happy for Miguel and his dojo. After all the celebrating, Miguel pulled you over to his friends and his mom. You were glad to see her well and healthy.

“mom, Sensei, this is y/n” He smiled, almost showing you off to his mom and Johnny Lawrence. “nice to meet you both” you said shyly, but did your best to be polite. You also got to meet Miguel's baby sister, she was so adorable.

Later that night you were with your dojo, you couldn't leave Axel. Especially after Wolf made him feel like trash for losing. Sensei Wolf was yelling and throwing stuff from our weapons display. After his tantrum the class left.

Then you broke down to your bother. “Axel let's just run away, far away from the iron dragons and Wolf”

If you told Axel to jump, he'd ask how high. He made a promise to your mom before she died, he promised to always protect you. There was also a part of him that was scared, all he knew was the iron dragons.

After a few months, you and Axel showed up at Miyagi-do unexpected. Daniel and Johnny were in the middle of class and everyone was there.

You felt like some circus act by the way some of them stared. Miguel didn't make you feel like that, he ran to you and hugged you as tight as he could.

Daniel LaRusso, being oh so kind welcomed you and Axel both into Miyagi-do. Axel had a few more months of school, but agreed to be something like a teacher's aid to Daniel. After you finish school you'd go help Johnny Lawrence at Cobra Kai.

What also unexpectedly happened is Daniel offered you and Axel a place to stay. Sam was going off to college so there was extra room.

Which, speaking of Sam LaRusso, her and Axel hit it off and started dating.

College wasn't for you so while Miguel was at Stanford you both kept in touch. You guys video chated, called, and text every moment you got. When he came home for spring break he asked you to be his office girlfriend.

While he was in college, you help his mom Carmen out a lot and she became a mother figure to you, so did Amanda LaRusso.

You got to babysit Miguel's baby sister a lot. You'd always send pictures of you and his together and send them to him.

'I don't know which one of you I'm more jelouse of' he texts.

You always keep him updated on what's going on, one time you sent a video of Axel falling off the board that was on the pond in Miyagi-do.

You and Johnny playfully bully each other all the time.

You have a better life now because of Miguel. You never felt more lucky and safe. You and Axel never saw Sensei Wolf again and Zara had stopped social media disappeared off the face of the earth.

#miguel diaz #Miguel Diaz x reader #Miguel Diaz imagines #Miguel Diaz headcanons #Cobra Kai headcanons #Cobra Kai x reader #iron dragons #Iron dragons x reader #Iron dragons headcanons

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kruxband · 1 year ago

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i made a fankid for joelchick.... her name is veronica maneho-hicks and shes just a baby lol

#i dont want kids and im indifferent towards fankids #but i think joel and chick having a kid would be very interesting #considering they both fucking hate their parents and their upbringings #theyre like 'we will raise this kid so well. out of spite. but we probably shouldnt have a kid just out of spite'#💚🏆 former racer qpp #joelchick

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sparkbirdmusic · 5 months ago

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a creativity tip I will always, always give: keeping a log of the time you spend actively working on a project is one of the best ways to understand your own process better, and I think it’s a key to overcoming creative block and gaining creative momentum

my newest song “when the world resets” took 25 hours of focused work (+ who knows how much time pondering it outside of that) from Dec 28-Jan 31, with 8 days in the middle where I was visiting family and 10 where I was avoiding the song

I know from past data that on average it takes me about 2 weeks to write a song. this one felt like it took FOREVER but it actually took… about 2 weeks

but in terms of hours, 25 is higher than my average (12-16). I changed directions SO many times, and it had been so long since I finished a song that I was definitely psyching myself out. plus I was showing up inconsistently, taking lots of days off, and had the huge distraction of travel right in the middle

looking at this information helps me have more grace for myself re: how long it took to write this song. it shows me places where fear/anxiety (not a lack of ability to write the song) and circumstances interfered with the process. that makes me feel more confident going forward—it bolsters my courage to show up in spite of my fear, knowing that the more often I show up to create, the less fear I’ll feel

and the next song will give me even more data, so I’m excited to find out more about my process

I’d be interested to know if anyone else has tried this and if it works for you 💚 good luck on whatever you’re creating!!

#sparkbird #creative block #creativity #songwriting #creative writing

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sunnzzi · 1 year ago

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— If you can’t kill him just steal his girl 💚🩷💙 I love the idea of surge just ruining every moment sonic has with amy out of spite

#sonic #sonic fandom #fanart #sonic fanart #sonic the hedgehog #sonic the hedghog fanart #sonic oc #idw sonic #idw comics #surge #surge sonic #surge the tenrec #sonic x amy #amy x sonic #sonamy #sonic idw

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holymoly-its-a-ravioli · 3 months ago

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He flinches, almost violently, at the unexpected presence before he sighs

"..oh.. hello zippy..", he muttered with a slight glance at her

Can be used as a rp starter but mostly so I could write angst

Ravi paced outside of the cave for possibly days on end, watching for the hunters.

He says he's watching simply to soothe his wife's worries but he wants to see those men suffer.

In his blood lust and anger, he hasn't slept, eaten more than a couple granola bars, and he hasn't drank water in a day, he's just been pacing, a pistol in his hand, eyes darting around until they eventually lock on the desired target

He looks like a crazed man

And ofc tags so I can torture y'all: @squippydip @b3llcl0udz @strawberrygrizzlybear

#💚 .so i always act like i'm the best #🍷~. i can't help but wonder #💙 .your daddy's here #🏺~. it's a mystery anthropology #aprt of his craziness is just inspired by how im going to be tomorrow because im going to be up all night doing schoolwork out of pure spite

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asdfghjklmals · 2 years ago

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THE SWEETEST SIGHT✩༶‧˚

GENRE + T/W: sfw, fluff. suggestive jokes. WORD COUNT: 2.1k words. TAGS: satoru gojo x fem!oc, dad!gojo, mom!oc, established couple.

SYNOPSIS: oc gojo girlfriend and satoru take their child to get donuts after an unfair game of hide and seek. AUTHOR'S NOTE: this is the first fic i've ever written with sayuri being a little older. it's so cute and fun to imagine how oc gojo girlfriend and satoru would be as parents. after what happened with jjk 236, i thought we could use some lightheartedness. 💚 artwork is from ‘who made me a princess’. REMINDER: if you want to imagine yourself in oc gojo girlfriend's character descriptions instead, please do!

“satoru gojo! how many times do i have to tell you to stop leaving your socks around the apartment?!” you screeched out to the white haired sorcerer. "we have a laundry hamper for this exact reason!"

this over-a-decade long battle with satoru’s socks terrorizing the apartment floor would never end.

two little feet came quickly shuffling towards you in the living room where you were standing.

“mommy!” your white haired child yelled at you while wiggling her index finger with the sass she inherited from you, “no no yell daddy!” (translation: “don’t yell at daddy!”)

this child not only has you, but satoru gojo wrapped around her finger. sayuri gojo would do anything for her daddy, even if that meant defending him from mommy. you kissed the front of your teeth and crouched down to your baby girl’s level to calmly say to her, “mommy’s not yelling at daddy, yurs.”

that satoru gojo. ever since sayuri was born, satoru always used her to double team you. and now that she could walk (very wobbly) on her own and speak a few words for her young age, she always came running to his defense with her two little feet. it was like he trained her just to spite you for all the arguments throughout the years you've been together.

“mommy yell.” sayuri reported back to you innocently, holding your cheeks in her two tiny plump hands. (translation: “daddy said mommy is yelling at him.”)

you grabbed her hands from your face and kissed each of her palms before picking her up and perching her on the side of your hip. you asked her cunningly, “now, where is your daddy?”

she replied with a giggle, “daddy pee-ah-boo!” (translation: “daddy is playing hide and go seek!”)

peek-a-boo was another name for hide and go seek in your household according to sayuri. you sighed and made your way to your master bedroom to find your childish baby daddy. his go-to hiding spot whenever he was playing with sayuri was the master bedroom closet.

“satoru,” you called out to him in a threat-laced tone, “don’t make me come find you—or else.”

sayuri started to giggle again. it was obvious she knew where satoru was hiding. you looked down at your baby girl in your arm and whispered to her, “where is daddy hiding?”

she shrieked with laughter and nuzzled her face in your chest, pointing at the closed closet door. she thought this game of hide and go seek was hilarious because mommy was playing this time.

you walked towards the closet and attempted to turn the doorknob. it was locked. you closed your eyes and sighed again. time for plan b.

“i guess mommy and sayuri should just go to the bakery down the street to get donuts since we can’t find daddy.” you feigned out loud, turning on your heels to make your way towards the living room with sayuri. you noticed she was still looking over your shoulder at the closet door, probably wondering why her father hasn’t shown himself yet.

you heard the doorknob rattle quickly, “wait!” satoru called out to you, “—daddy wants to come too!”

hook. reel. and sink em’.

you felt two strong arms wrap around your waist as sayuri started laughing again. your child’s laughter was the best sound in the world. satoru always said he loved your laugh, and you never understood why until you heard sayuri’s laugh for the first time. her laugh always started out with a cackle—then a high pitch squeal type of giggle.

“gotcha.” you turned to face satoru and teased him, “you are so bad at hide and seek, babe.”

satoru grinned at you before he bent down to kiss the top of sayuri’s head. “so, are we going to get donuts or not?”

“your treat?” you asked innocently with the puppy dog eyes you knew he couldn’t resist, “—since you made me pick up your socks… again.”

“daddy,” sayuri also looked at him with the same green puppy dog eyes as you, “yuwi donuh?” (translation: “can sayuri have a donut too?”)

with no hesitation at all, satoru caved, “well, when my two girls double team me with such cute eyes like that, how can i say no?”

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you and satoru watched as your daughter sat across from the both of you in a high chair. she was eating her double chocolate donut, sweet milk chocolate all over her face and hands. donut crumbles scattered around her and her plate. it was a sweet (literal), but messy sight. you were so grateful for whoever created silicone bibs for children.

“how did our baby girl get such a sweet tooth?” satoru smiled while admiring sayuri, watching her stuff her face. his elbow resting on the table, cheek resting in his palm.

you face palmed yourself before taking a bite of your glazed donut, “don’t you know who her father is?”

“some handsome guy named satoru gojo.” satoru sat back in his chair with his arms folded. he thought he was so funny with that statement.

you rolled your eyes at him and turned back to face your daughter. she was licking her chocolate covered fingers. she stopped when she made eye contact with you and satoru.

“daddy,” she started to say, “no donuh?” (translation: “why aren’t you eating your donut?”)

you looked at satoru’s untouched double chocolate donut sitting in front of him. her question was very valid.

“i’m just watching ya’ first, sweetheart.” satoru replied calmly, he winked at her from under his sunglasses. “i’ll take a bite, just for you, yurs.”

satoru picked up his donut and broke it in half before he bit into it. it was a tiny habit he had whenever he got a donut because he didn’t want to get chocolate glaze all over his mouth.

sayuri started giggling and clapping, her sparkly green eyes gleaming, “yay!” she was happy to see her daddy enjoying his donut too.

it was the simple moments like walking down the street to get donuts with your little family that made life worth it for you and satoru. your heart swelled at the sight of your white haired baby girl and your white haired lover sitting across from each other, both enjoying their double chocolate donut. they were the spitting images of each other… with the same exact sweet tooth. like father, like daughter.

you happily put your arm around satoru’s broad shoulder and pulled him closer to you, planting multiple kisses on his cheek as he continued to chew on his sweet treat. you could tell by the way his lips curved, he was loving the attention he was receiving from you.

“me!” sayuri called out, hands reaching out for you.

you asked your baby girl, “you want a kiss from mommy too?”

“no! yuwi kiss daddy!” (translation: “no, i want to give daddy a kiss too!”)

you laughed and reached into your diaper bag to take out baby wipes to wipe your daughter’s chocolate covered fingers, purposely skipping her face and mouth for now. you picked her up from the high chair and held her as she leaned her face towards satoru’s cheek.

sayuri held her father’s face with her chubby hands, pecking satoru with her tiny lips. the sweet chocolate-covered kiss decorated satoru’s cheek as you giggled. you and satoru were never shy when it came to spoiling your daughter with affection, it was a no brainer she would want to give love to her mom and dad too.

“thanks, sweetheart.” satoru said with a toothy smile.

he wiped his mouth with a napkin while you returned to your seat next to him, this time with sayuri in your arms. you wiped off the remaining chocolate from sayuri’s face and satoru’s cheek with another baby wipe.

“ready to go?” you asked satoru as he finished eating. he took one last sip of his coffee and nodded. you got up from your seat.

“hold on,” satoru grabbed your arm, “you got something on your face, sweetheart.”

“i do?” you turned to grab a pocket mirror from sayuri’s diaper bag to inspect your face.

you felt satoru pull you towards him. you looked back at him. his lips found yours as he gently peppered kisses along your bottom lip. he pulled away from you to lick his lips, “just a piece of glaze from your donut. i got it.”

“satoru—” you whispered with a warning, “no funny business in front of our daughter or the bakery employees.”

sayuri’s curious green eyes looked over at you two, “kiss!”

“again?” you asked her with a soft chuckle, eyes disappearing behind your smile.

you may have not understood sayuri, but satoru did. the doting father laughed out loud before leaning over to give his daughter a kiss on the cheek too. how could he resist her cute little comments? and not to mention she embodied half of the best parts of you and him. he couldn’t love anything in the world more than sayuri and you.

sayuri giggled and squealed loudly as satoru snuck a few more kisses to her cheek and forehead. she attempted to hide from him by shoving her face into your arms and chest. it was the sweetest sight you ever saw.

EXTRA:

a pair of socks sitting in the middle of the floor of your bedroom taunted you this morning as you were making the bed.

satoru, who was playing with your daughter in the living room earlier, walked into the bedroom. he made eye contact with the socks and his eyes widened. "wait. babe, before you yell at me... watch this." satoru raised his hands up in defense and called out for your daughter, "yurs!"

you glared at him, "are you calling the president of the satoru gojo protection squad so she can just defend you again?"

sayuri's two little feet came running into the room, she looked at satoru with eager eyes. he pointed to his socks on the floor, "socks."

two bright green eyes shared a cheeky smile with him. she picked up the socks and walked to the laundry hamper to place them next to it. she wasn't tall enough to put them directly into the hamper, but right next to it would do according to her father.

"so you're training our daughter to be your maid?" you threw an ice shard at satoru as he laughed. he walked over to the hamper where your daughter was standing and picked her up. putting her up on his shoulders as she held his head, nuzzling hers with his.

"come to mommy, yurs. daddy is being ridiculous." you held your arms out for sayuri, but satoru backed away from you playfully, refusing to give you his baby girl. you scolded satoru, "—be careful, satoru. don't drop her."

"would i ever drop her?" satoru asked incredulously, offended that you would even think he would drop the most precious thing in the world to him. he always had a secure grip on sayuri, and his infinity would never let her hit the ground if she ever fell from his arms or shoulders.

"i mean... you've dropped me before, so there's no reassurance there." you retorted, remembering the very brazen shower memory where satoru dropped you. you may have slipped out of his grasp, but you weren’t going to admit that. you had a bruise on your butt cheek for weeks because of it.

satoru smirked and approached you with a sultry voice. he whispered in your ear, "i said i was sorry. if we try it again, i promise i won't drop you this time."

you giggled at the tempting offer but refused, "no, i swore off of showers with you after that."

satoru kissed your earlobe as you shivered. your returned the favor and kissed him on the corner of his lips before reaching up for your baby girl, swiping her from his shoulders.

"should we have breakfast, my baby?" you asked sayuri. she held your face in her tiny little palms and smiled at you. she had the same exact smirk as satoru. the same one you fell in love with so long ago.

“pancake?” sayuri asked.

you laughed, “yes, baby—with bananas too.”

you started to walk out of the bedroom to make your way to the kitchen with your daughter attached to your hip.

satoru smiled at the sight of you and sayuri. he called out to the both of you, "wait for daddy you two!"

you and sayuri were the sweetest things in satoru gojo's life. satoru thought that he could stay on this specific type of sugar rush forever.

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