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Okay okay okay HEAR ME OUT
This is really heckin random {especially for my first ever writing post} BUT HEAR ME THE FRICK OUT PLEASE.
****Minor S2 Spoilers****
Has anybody considered what happened in "The 87 Cent Solution" directly after the bit where Scrooge says "Okay, maybe I am a wee bit sick" (he sounds so defeated on that line OMG) and Huey says "But maybe you're not crazy" and the false page about Gold Fever starts falling out of the Junior Woodchuck Guidebook.
Here's my take on it, y'all can say what you think would happen. (Smol piece I wrote at like five in the morning, maybe not my best work... Oh well)
Scrooge McDuck stood on the edge of his... walkway, diving board thing (idk what it's actually called HELP), gazing down at his fortune. A golden glimmer sparkled in his red, bleary eyes. And all his family could do was stare; they'd tried to talk him out of it, but he wouldn't have it. If he wanted to risk his life, that was his choice.
He was going to do it. It hadn't quite sunk in yet, but Scrooge was going to jump. As everyone else looked on in horror, Scrooge moved slightly, as if about to dive into his money for quite possibly the last time, and...
"Ah-choo! Atchoo! Aitchoo!" Scrooge sneezed loudly, and then he turned to face Huey, who had run up to him.
"Okay," the old duck admitted at last, "maybe I am a wee bit sick."
"But maybe you're not crazy..." Huey said, opening his Junior Woodchuck guidebook. The page on "Gold Fever" was falling out. It was a fake.
"Now, come on, Mister McDee, let's get you home," Launchpad suggested, helping Scrooge walk back to the car.
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Mrs. Beakley heard a knock on the oak front doors of McDuck Manor on that January afternoon. Polite as ever, she answered it.
Little did she know how much worse things had gotten in a matter of a few days.
She was greeted by the fervent clamouring of the kids, each giving their own overlapping account of the events of that day. Then the babble of talk fell silent as Launchpad McQuack, ever the klutz, took slow, careful steps up to the door. He appeared to be supporting someone, helping them walk, but there was no way of telling who, given that the figure was almost totally hidden by the heavy tartan blanket they were wearing over their head and shoulders like a hooded robe.
A shaky, ragged breath. The figure raised their head, arranging the blanket around their shoulders, and Beakley had to really try not to draw back in shock when she saw the tired, unhinged-looking face of Scrooge McDuck staring vaguely up at her. Scrooge hadn't been home in three days (none of them had, what with the Bin being placed on lockdown), and Beakley was more than a little worried about him.
"S-sir?" Beakley faltered, deciding to hold off on the firm talking-to she had been planning to give him for the moment, "Are you alright?!"
"Beakley..." Scrooge said, his voice barely a whisper; that cold had caught up to him quicker than he thought. But that one word was all he managed to get out before he stumbled across the threshold, collapsing into the housekeeper's arms. He hadn't quite fainted, but his legs had given out from under him as sheer exhaustion took over. Beakley immediately brought him to his room, laying him down in bed (where, truth be told, he should've been all along - why did he have to be so stubborn?) and placing a cool flannel on his forehead in hopes of bringing down his fever. Scrooge didn't have the energy to protest as he normally would; today had taken everything out of him, and it showed. He slowly let the sweet relief of slumber wash over him as he lay there shivering under his blanket in his magnificent four-poster bed.
"What on Earth happened?" Beakley asked the kids once they'd all headed to the living room, "He wasn't like this when he left." Huey looked to his brothers, and then to Webby. The three of them nodded; it was best that Huey take this one. He told Beakley and Duckworth everything; the apparent robbery that had taken place (albeit of only 87 measly cents), Scrooge's slow descent into a disturbing, dangerous madness, the faked Guidebook page, the plane crash - all of it.
"… and then I guess it just all caught up to him after that, because he let us bring him home," Huey finished, "I know it sounds kinda far-fetched, I wouldn't be surprised if you don't believe me."
"I've been working for Mr. McDuck since before you were even born," Beakley told him, "This is honestly one of the more reasonable stories I've heard." The kids all looked at each other; this definitely sounded fair, knowing their family.
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That was all I managed to get done before the dreaded writer's block got me (oh noooo) but here are some other points!
After Scrooge had gotten the good night's sleep he desperately needed, as was said in the episode, the family put their heads together and figured out Glomgold's plan.
The fake funeral was DEFINITELY Louie's idea. Everyone else just ran with it. Beakley rang up one of her old S.H.U.S.H. contacts to help with Scrooge's disguise.
The reason Donald didn't know about any of this was that (my headcanon) when someone in the house gets sick (Scrooge in this case) Donald hides on the houseboat in the pool. It's probably just as well that this happened because if Donald had been there for that scene Glomgold dancing to All I Do Is Win, then it would've swiftly turned into Flintheart Glomgold's actual funeral!
Let me know what you guys think may have happened! I love hearing other people's ideas and headcanons.
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jojo-reader-hell · 4 years
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oh! speaking of the wolf fic that anon was talking about, would you make a part 2 for that? maybe they finally caught the little wolf pup and she gets to meet the rest of the wolf clan of her family. it'd be to cute to see a wolf as massive as the jojo's be around such a smol bean XP
Ask and ye shall receive... like, months later 😂 sorry it took so long, hope you’ll enjoy!
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“Bunny, don’t you remember your Papa Jojo? I used to hold you and feed you your bottle. Remember? We would cuddle with your blankie and your stuffed rabbit.”
“No! Leave me alone!”
You’re currently wedged into a tight space under an old tree root system. It’s a painful fit, but you’re not going to come out for anything. Especially not with the blue black muzzle of the large wolf at the entrance, currently trying to coax you out of your hiding place. The muzzle is peppered with grey hairs, and a very deep familiar voice emits from the shiny white fanged mouth in a rumble. When you yap at him to go away he whimpers, pushing his nose further into the tight space as he tries to dig you out. It only succeeds in making you press tightly against the root wall behind you, entire body shaking and muscles aching from the twisted position you’re contorted into.
“Bunny please!” He whines.
“Help! Help! Monster! Mama help!” Your barking almost sounds desperate, like you’re being tortured and it makes the bigger wolf howl in frustration, his digging more frantic as he tries to get you out.
“Jojo stop it! You’re scaring the baby!”
A sweet voice barks away the large wolf from digging, taken over by a cream pair of paws even lighter than your mother’s coloration.
“Stop digging. You’re only going to scare the baby even more.” A soft voice admonishes the beast and makes him whine in submission.
“But look how far they are, all the way in the back, what if my Bunny becomes trapped forev-...”
“Shhh... let me try.”
Another muzzle visible next to that of the blue black wolf appears, and a sweet voice tries to beckon you out. Both the newcomer’s scents confuse you, because even though they have that canine whiff about them you can still smell an underlying note that’s definitely more human than anything. It’s a clean smell, just like the Castile soap your mother often uses to clean the laundry because of Jotaro’s sensitive skin. Totally not the comforting patchouli scent of your mother nor is it Jotaro’s stinky musk, so even though it’s a good smell, you don’t have any positive connections to it. It’s foreign and scary, and you begin to whine for your mother.
“Baby, come to your Mama Erina.” the sweet voice coos to you. “Come on out my darling, don’t be frightened. We’re your family and we all are here to help you.”
You’re completely silent, wide eyed as you see her soft blue eye peer through the entrance. Never in your life have you seen something as big as she is (Good Lord, she’s even bigger than your mother!), her cream colored fur is almost white with age. Her mouth rests in an almost human like smile, and her black nose moves as though she’s taking in your scent.
“Come on darling.” She says, extending a paw as though you’ll take it. “Come to me. Come to your Mama Erina who loves you.”
Whoever she is, she most certainly is NOT your Mama. You can see her deeply pigmented gums and threatening pearly white fangs as she talks, and this only cements your stubborn refusal as you duck further into your crevice.
It’s not long before more voices join in, words intermingling with howling and snarling.
“Mother? Mother?! Did you find them?”
“Granny! I looked everywhere and couldn’t find the baby!”
“Jojo, Georgie, come here. I found them.”
Vaguely, you hear the familiar voice of your grandpa Joseph, a wheeze evident in his voice as he’s had a hard time catching up with the rest of the cacophony of paws. You can hear your mother too, conversing with your brother who is grumbling about having to follow you all the way out here and abandon the meal your grandpa had brought for you.
“My Bunny...” moans the blue black wolf in despair.
“Oh land sake’s Jojo stop it.” Scolds the white wolf.
“Mama Erina, maybe I should try getting them out?” Holly is most certainly worried, there’s a tinge to her voice that almost coaxes you to her, but you won’t stir a stump if everyone else is out there.
“You can try, but I’m not sure there’s a way with everyone crowding.” Erina from the sounds of things is still trying to console the one calling you Bunny (you suppose he’s called Jonathan because that’s what they keep saying when they comfort him).
Your mother tries to help, unfortunately compared to the others she’s got stumpy paws that won’t quite reach you, and even though she’s calling and calling for you telling you it’s alright, you won’t move.
“Papa, do you think you’ll have any more luck coaxing out the baby?” She finally sighs.
“‘Course I can! I guarantee I can make my baby pop right out of there like a cork from a bottle!”
“You be careful with my Bunny!” It’s the blue black wolf again, Jonathan, reluctantly moving aside to allow your grandpa access to you.
It was quite surreal to see your once human grandfather as a wolf, Grandpa Joseph’s pelt is much the same as his regular hair color, a deep hickory peppered with the beginning signs of gray. He grunts with the effort of laying down on the forest floor. When he exhales a whoosh of air, his scent completely fills the little space. Wonderful, memorable with the musk of his deodorant and leaving a sweet after smell, sugary like the cola he likes to drink with you on hot days.
“Come on baby. Grandpa’s here.” Joseph coaxes out to you softly.
“Vieni qui vita mia... Granny is here for you too.”
You hear the sweet soft dulcet tones of your granny Suzie using that almost crying tone of voice, that kind she used to use when you were a little kid and you hurt yourself.
“Granny?”
Your high pitched voice strikes a nerve among the creatures present, and you see another cream colored snout press into the entrance. Immediately you recognize the scent. It’s your grandma Suzie Q! You know her smell anywhere: a heady cloud of White Diamonds perfume with just a touch of amaretto.
“Will you come out for me? Please baby? It’s alright. Granny won’t let anyone hurt you.”
You’re almost ready to come out, slowly wedging your way to the entrance where your grandparents soothe you out little by little. But the minute you push your head through the tiny opening you know something is wrong. You scream in your puppy voice, afraid that now you can’t get out as everyone moves in all at once.
“Stay still.”
A deep feminine voice barks out a command, the approach of a brown wolf silenced all of you into submission. She sniffs around you, noticing your little paw that’s caught in a root and nudging it with her muzzle. Her teeth are unnervingly close, you’re unsure if her exposed teeth are a threat display. Her smell is almost indistinguishable from the damp forest soil, completely odorless and lacking the canine whiff, but there’s an underlying musk of pine sap emitting from her pelt that is all too familiar. A memory threatens: being cuddled to a bare chest in midwinter, chapped lips grazing your cheek as you doze off lazily. It’s not your mother who held you during that time. It was the strong human form of the wolf before you, formidable in such a way that suggests her humanity is just as feral as when she is a wolf.
“Move your paw this way.” She commands and nudges at the same time.
You’re so frightened you obey automatically. Not even stopping when she takes you by the scruff in her mouth and helps to yank you out from your prison. You expect her teeth to hurt, but your skin is so pliable on the back of your neck you hardly feel a thing as she pulls you free and into her furry stomach. With her paw, she presses you to the softness of her underbelly, a long wet tongue lathing along the sides of your face as the shewolf begins to clean you meticulously.
You suddenly know her now... so many more memories of her and what had to have been her mate keeping you warm between the two of them as you reached for their faces. The memories are soothing, coming back fast and as if they’ve always been there, just like the memory of your mother laying you on a massive man’s chest, his blue black hair wild and unkempt as he lifts you up to kiss you. Or the memory of another woman with your Granny Suzie, the two of them swaddling you up and hardly able to contain their soft giggles as they place a small hat on your head.
Another wolf, this one nearly a carbon copy of your grandpa, laths at your face with his tongue, telling you in a deep baritone that he’s your great grandpa George and he’s so happy to see you again. Holly approaches and begins naming the ones you don’t recognize in the group, each one submissive when they press against her to get to you. You’re even comfortable enough to allow the wolf that calls himself your Papa Jonathan to shower you in his dog kisses, tail wagging a mile a minute as he squeals about how much he’s missed you, and how he’s got an important gift to give you so you won’t ever get lost again. His mate, your Mama Erina, rubs her head against yours, tail swishing politely as she praises you for how you’ve grown up so wonderfully. All the while everyone crowds around into a big pile of swishing tails, whines, kisses, and reassurances that your big, warm, happy family will help take care of you as you navigate this scary situation.
It’s the one who helped you out, your great Granny Lisa Lisa, that breaks wolf form to place your Papa Jonathan’s old collar around your neck, the little bell makes such a pleasant sound as she flicks it gently.
“For next time.” She advises, “That way when you try to run, you’ll know I’ll grab you by the collar.”
Everyone laughs, adding in how Holly should keep you on a leash, and you’re so overwhelmingly happy you can’t help but to join in the laughter with them.
It’s nice, you decide, to belong to such an unusual family.
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secret-engima · 4 years
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Come to the Tree (There’s Joy Here)
Ooohhhh tricky one. Hmmmm.
I feel like it’s a Fairy AU of SOMETHING but I’m not sure what fandom to pick.....
....
BNHA.
An AU where all of the bullying gets to Izuku when he’s still a smol child and he runs away from home. He runs and runs and then trips and falls and it hurts and his hands are bleeding and its raining, so he hides in an old, overgrown and forgotten shrine with a big tree growing out of the roof. (Later he will realize that should have been a warning, because what place in his little Japanese suburb would naturally be that overgrown, and why had he never seen it before the moment he had lost all hope or will to live?) He stumbles inside, crying and wishing and bleeding, and when he huddles against the tree, wishing desperately to be somewhere else, someone else, something else, his bloody palm smears across the bark by accident.
And the world around him changes.
The world does not see or hear Izuku for a long, long time.
Years later, Toshinori stumbles through a suburb, looking frantically for a place to hide before he de-transforms because he forgot his time limit and what if there are WITNESSES. He spots a rundown shrine with a tree growing out of it and ducks inside. He staggers against the tree, coughing blood onto the roots and swearing softly. Eventually his breathing evens out and he straightens up, running a hand through his hair as he mentally scolds himself for losing track of his time limit. He turns to leave and walk home now that he’s safely transformed-.
“What is your wish?”
Toshinori spits blood in shock as he whirls. The young boy that is just- THERE, standing by the old tree doesn’t even blink, he just smiles and rocks on his heels, dressed in an old fashioned yukata with embroidered leaves on it, his hair a curly black-green and his eyes a bright emerald shade that is almost eerie to look at (a see in the dark quirk, perhaps, or an invisibility one considering he snuck up on Toshinori).
“I- I’m sorry?”
The boy tilts his head, still smiling placidly, “You didn’t make a wish. You can’t just leave without making a wish after paying such a high price.” The boy points and Toshinori blinks at the blood he coughed up earlier, drying on the roots.
Well. This suddenly got creepy.
“I ... you use blood to make a wish?”
The boy waggles a hand in a so-so motion, “It’s not required. Most don’t. The price for a wish varies. But if you give blood, you have to make a wish. The price is too high not to. So,” he spreads his hands, “what is your wish?”
...Oooookay?? Toshinori’s mind races, both baffled over what he just walked into and worried that the boy had been here when he transformed, “Did you ... see me come in?”
“Yes.”
Oh no, “And you ... saw me transform?”
“Yes.”
Oh. Oh dear. Toshinori comes up with an idea on the fly and smiles weakly, “I wish that you would not tell anyone about what you saw here today.”
The boy taps his lips with a finger, then shrugs and smiles, “That’s a very vague wish, but you already paid, so alright. Are there any other wishes you need?”
“Ah- no. No thank you.”
The boy nods, “Alright then. Have a nice day, Yagi Toshinori-san.” A blink and the world wavers and Toshinori is suddenly standing on the street, in front of an empty, paved lot. There is no overgrown shrine, no large tree, no smiling boy.
Thoroughly freaked out, Toshinori runs home to make some phone calls.
Naomasa checks the database, but there are no registered quirks that even begin to cover what he saw. Toshinori can only hope the boy keeps his word about Toshinori’s “wish”.
...
Hitoshi finds it next, frustrated and disillusioned with General Studies at U.A. but still stubborn. He sees the shrine out of the corner of his eye and thinks “why not, it won’t make his luck any suckier” and goes inside. He pats the tree with a hand, looks around. There is no place to leave yen anymore, the tree’s probably eaten it, and Hitoshi has no yen on him anyway. After a moment’s thought, he unhooks the little cat figurine clipped dangling from the strap of his book back and hooks it on a low branch, then claps his hands and mutters dryly, “I wish I had a different quirk.”
“Careful with a wish like that,” says the boy who Hitoshi SWORE was not there seconds ago, leaning against the tree and looking straight out of a history drama with his yukata and geta shoes, “I’m afraid that’s not a high enough price.” He frowns, “I don’t think you can afford a wish like that honestly. Do you want to try a different wish?”
Hitoshi gapes, “I- you- who are you?”
The boy just shrugs noncommittally, “I run this shrine. I grant wishes to make people happy, if they can pay.” He admires the little cat figurine with a faraway look that makes Hitoshi’s skin crawl, “It’s very pretty, but I’m afraid that’s too small a price for a wish like that. Do you have a different wish I could grant instead?”
Hitoshi keeps staring, then shakes his head to clear it, “You ... are you serious?”
The boy nods, his freckles catch on the sunlight filtering through the broken roof. Hitoshi has been in the foster system a long time, he’s seen some pretty wild quirks, enough of them he finally decides “why not, what’s the worst that can happen” and says, “How about ... I wish for the chance to get into the Hero Course.”
The boy spaces out again, humming softly, “Still a bit high ... but that’s a very nice wish.” He laughs and Hitoshi could swear the rattling leaves in the breeze laugh with him, “Alright! I’ll grant that wish. One chance to get into the Hero Course. But you know, it’s only a chance, if you want to grab it, you should stop being scared of yourself and train.”
Hitoshi bristles, “You don't have a quirk like mine.”
“No,” the boy agrees with a smile that borders on too-wide, “I don’t. But I wasn’t talking about that. You have legs and arms don’t you? Hands and feet and a clever mind? Use those. They’ll get you a lot farther than any quirk.” With that, the boy claps his hands-
And Hitoshi is blinking on the sidewalk, staring at an empty park rather than a rundown shrine.
He tells no one. But he does sign up to every extra martial arts and phys ed course U.A. offers, and even though it’s stupid to believe the strange kid ... one chance.
He won’t let it slip away when it comes.
...
And so it goes. One by one, more and more students of U.A., or teachers, or just people who need a hand catch a glimpse of the shrine out of the corner of their eye and if they wander in, they are invited to pay a price for a wish. Sometimes the price is too high for them to pay and they are turned away, sometimes the wish itself is rotten and vile and a moment later the person finds themselves out on the street with no memory of the shrine at all.
Hitoshi is a repeat visitor, at first for more wishes paid with toys and trinkets and a few manga, then later to thank the boy for the wishes coming true, then later still because the boy seems lonely and Hitoshi is grateful enough to want to make it up to him. He asks one day for the boy’s name, surprised to realize that they’ve been friends for months but he’s never heard it, and now that he thinks about it, the boy never leaves the shrine. He’s never seen him, and that green hair and eyes are fairly distinctive even in a world filled with quirks. The boy just smiles sadly, and says he doesn’t have one.
Hitoshi ... gapes. It takes a hefty wish to get the story, but in the end the boy tells it. Of being quirkless, of being afraid and lost and depressed and angry. Of running away in the rain, and stumbling inside the shrine with bloody hands. Of wishing to be SOMETHING else. The boy skips over what came next, but says that tree had been waiting for a wish granter for a long time, the old one had faded away as quirks rose and people stopped believing in wishes. But Izuku is from the age of quirks, he knows how to operate better, so he had a chance. He could be something else than a useless quirkless failure, he could be a Wish Granter, one who brought joys and gave hope to those who came to his tree and paid a small price.
But becoming a Wish Granter is a heavy, heavy wish and it required a heavy price. Even heavier than blood smeared on the trunk.
So the boy had paid for the wish with his name.
Hitoshi doesn’t understand how that is a high price until the boy explains. A name is a word. A word is useless without meaning. A word BECOMES a name when it is attached to someone, when people call someone that. A name gains power with memory.
And without that name ... memory fades away.
“You're telling me,” Hitoshi sputtered, “That you ... don’t remember ANYTHING?”
“Nothing before the day I ran away. I can remember that much at least. But I can’t remember what people called me, or where I lived, or what I was called.” The boy shrugged, “It’s okay. I like granting wishes. I like giving people hope when there is none, and making them happy. I don’t need a quirk to do that, and people don’t need a quirk to get my help. No one is too big or small for my wishes, so long as they pay, and they can pay anything as long as it’s worth what their wish is worth.”
And Hitoshi- Hitoshi can’t breathe. He can’t even-. He knows bullying. He knows how bad it gets, he’s lived it. But to be bullied so badly, over something he couldn’t help, that this boy (his FRIEND) would choose to forget everything just for a chance to matter and help people- that he would prefer losing it all to gain this one place and one thing-.
Anger burns.
Hitoshi comes back to U.A. the next day with changed goals. He’s going to be a hero, yes, but he’s going to run an agency that accepts and trains anyone with the will and dream to be a hero. Even quirkless. He’s going to help people like him, like the wish granting boy who gave up his name. He’s going to tear society up by the roots if that’s what it takes to bleed out the poison that lets this kind of thing go without notice.
And he’s going to start with the boy.
He goes back the next day with a book of names under one arm and a book bag full of chocolates and candies and cat figurines. He dumps the whole back on the roots of the tree, and when the boy appears, Hitoshi shoves the name book at him and says roughly, “I wish for you to pick yourself a name that you want from this book. Any name. I wish for my friend to have name he deserves.”
And the boy goes very, very still. He looks down at the book, then up at Hitoshi.
Then bursts into tears, because no one has ever wished on his behalf before. Wished for good health of a family member, or a happy marriage for a friend, or a hundred other things for other people yes, but never, ever him.
They sit down and pour over the book, and eventually the boy settles on the name Izuku, because for some reason it makes him think of warm things and laughter.
(Gonna stop there because ow my hands, but like- if I actually wrote this, then eventually there’d be a Reveal where the rest of Class 1-A finds out about Izuku when Hitoshi wishes for his friend to leave the shrine and spend the day having fun with him, since Izuku legit never leaves his reality-bending, location hopping shrine, and of COURSE Class 1-A finds them and of COURSE Katsuki sees Izuku, hears the name Hitoshi is calling him, and has a near heart attack. And of COURSE Katsuki, despite not being terrible in this universe (coming to the stark realization that he very well might have suicide baited a friend as a child was a reality check and a half), reacts to this shock the way he reacts to any other kind of stress: by getting angry and loud and shouty and maybe a bit punchy. And Izuku starts shaking, because he gave up his name, but without knowing it he’s been given it BACK by Hitoshi, or at least a piece of it, and Katsuki’s temper is making him almost have flashbacks, and Aizawa steps in in alarm when Hitoshi decks Katsuki and Izuku just kinda- flops over nervelessly like he’s having a seizure.
Katsuki is a Horrified Guilt™.
Aizawa rushes the kid to the hospital, but the moment there’s no one else in the room, he teleports back to the shrine and so oops no one in the room, cue freak out.
Hitoshi ends up dragging Class 1-A and his teachers to the shrine to check on Izuku and make Katsuki apologize, which he does.
And then accidentally gives back Izuku’s memories because it turns out crying all over the roots of the tree in genuine, years-long regret is a high enough price to fulfill the wish for Izuku to “Come Back”.
Of course there’s also the whole ‘magic is actually a thing and Izuku genuinely can’t leave the shrine unless someone wishes it for the day’ because that’s what being a Wish Granter means and Izuku ends up getting lots and lots of visitors who don't want wishes but just want to be his friend and make him happy.
Anyway yea, no idea where I was going with this but it was fun at least?)
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ajokeformur-ray · 4 years
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Could you do a head cannon for a reader who is with Joker but she’s only a couple of inches shorter than him? And she always refuses to wear heels bc she doesn’t want to be his height or even a little taller bc she’s self conscious ab it but he makes her feel better?
Thank you so much for your extremely kind words yesterday! They meant the entire world to me and I’ll treasure them for a long time. I thought I’d do your request for you today as an extra thank you! ^^ <3
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You stand at the foot of the bed, critically eyeing the various sets of shoes which you laid out.
Insecurity influences your every decision this moment and you have spent more time picking a pair of shoes than you did choosing the rest of your outfit.
You could wear sneakers? But, no, Joker deserves the best of everything.
Which leaves flats or kitten heels.
But - you can tell just by trying on each pair of shoes one at a time that it doesn’t matter which pair you pick. 
You’re still going to at least match his height.
Unbeknown to you, Joker has been stood in the open doorway watching you this entire time. His arms are folded over his chest, his top two teeth worrying his bottom lip. 
“Why don’t you wear those heels, doll?”
Joker was no longer afraid to voice his opinions; his wants, needs... and he definitely wasn’t afraid to tell you that you should wear what you want, when you want.
He’s both curious to know why you’re set against those shoes, aware of your insecurity though he is, and trying to subtly guide you into wearing those heels - he knows what you want, and what Joker wants is for you to do what you want.
You suppressed a sigh. You know that Joker will love you for you no matter what, that he’s not bothered by having you either match his height or be taller than him, but it bothers you.
You can’t help it, not really. You’ve been self conscious about your height even though there’s nothing you can do to change it. You can only accept it, really, and little by little has Joker been helping you do just that.
“No,” You shake your head. You don’t explain yourself. You don’t need to.
Joker knows; he always knows.
“Why not? Those shoes match your outfit.”
“Yes, but if I wear them, then I won’t - “
“You won’t... what, Y/N? Say it.”
Joker’s biting words are at total odds with his gentle, tender tone, the way his green eyes practically pin you into place.
“I just don’t want to be taller than you.” You mumble,  not looking at Joker now as you turn back to the shoes, grabbing the nearest pair of flats that you can find. “I’ll have to wear these.”
You shrug, feeling a sickly lump low in your throat. You didn’t want to wear these shoes, you wanted to wear those heels, but you were so worried about your height.
“No,” Joker hums, finally coming into the room as he plucks the flats you have chosen out of your hands.
He bends to set them gently on the floor, ever respectful of you and your belongings is he, and grabs the heels you’ve been wanting to wear the entire time.
“Wear these, Y/N. There’s no shame in being who you are.”
“But - “
Joker groans dramatically, his head dropping right back to the ceiling, dyed green curls bouncing gracefully around the tops of his shoulders. 
Finally, he tips his head back down to look at you. “Y/N. Do you want to wear these heels?”
“Yeah.”
“So... where’s the issue? Who cares if you’re my height or a little taller? Don’t you know how much I love you for you?”
Joker got down on one knee before you, one hand reaching for your ankle. 
You allow him to move you as he sees fit, and you put your hands on the sharp angles on his shoulders, his collarbones showing even through his blazer, to balance yourself as he puts the heels on you for you.
“There. Much better.”
Joker stands to his full height then, and though you feel good in your heels, you also want to take them off right now because you’re an inch or so taller than Joker.
You duck down to take them off, but Joker stops you, grabbing your hands in his. His fingers slide into the spaces between your own and he squeezes in comfort.
“Y/N, listen to me - “
He pauses until you meet his eyes, the grip he has on his hands commanding your attention.
“I. Love. You. I love you so much. I don’t care about your height or any of that stuff. You are so beautiful, inside and out. I want you to wear these heels tonight. If not for you - then for me. Can you do that for me?”
You pause, torn, but the pleading in Joker’s eyes - he truly wants for you to feel beautiful, to wear what you want when you want - you nod slowly.
“Okay. I’ll... wear them. For you.” Because I trust you. Because I love you.
Joker giggles, nodding his head. “Perfect.” A quiet whisper, and his smile fades as he gazes at you, his eyes roaming your body appreciatively.
“Well, then, doll - will you dance with me?” 
Joker doesn’t wait for an answer as he pulls you in for a twirl, spinning you this way and that as he hums along to a song playing inside his own head, his eyes never leaving your face.
“Wanna know why I love these heels on you so much, kitten?”
Your face heats up, embarrassed and insecure are you, but Joker only giggles as he leans in to kiss your lips. “You’re right here for me.”
You’re blushing, still insecure, but Joker is stubborn and he won’t let you ruin your own happiness, however small such an expression is.
You were in for a wonderful time, and you both knew it.
He loves you for you  - you’re beautiful, bb <333
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ghost-town-story · 3 years
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Alright, who wants to hear about the story I made up on the fly during work that gave me a shit ton of plot revelations? 
Jk you don’t get a choice on whether or not I talk about it. I will, however, include a read more so you at least get a choice on whether or not to read it bc this gon be long and rambly lmao
(This is for Astral btw. I actually never said that in either post yet except for the tags)
Anywho! Onto the story/worldbuilding!
So today’s brainworm was basically about Jared and Will, freshly escaped from the mountains and new to the resistance. Will’s been slowly picking up the pieces of himself, finding his feet after the absolute shitshow of their escape. Jared.... Well, I’ve said before that he’s the king of avoidance lmao. So instead of confronting everything they just went through, he instead throws himself into training with Finn to distract himself from it. 
Now, at this point, Jared and Will don’t speak a word of Common (which.... I should give that an actual language name........ but I’m lazy lmao). They’re lucky in that, Jared’s a mage and their uncle taught him a translation spell as they were running, so at least they have that. But if anything, anything happens to Jared, they’re essentially stranded, surrounded by people they can’t understand, who can’t understand them. 
And then. One evening. Jared and Will are chilling around one of the fires, being pulled into the tiny circle that has so far just consisted of Finn and Rose and Ashe. And the translation spell sputters and dies. 
Cue mounting panic from Jared as his attempts to recast the spell fail, and Will’s confusion as Jared panics. Eventually they just duck away, muttering apologies in a language Finn and Rose don’t understand, to try and figure out what just happened. 
Now, it’d be a bit too extreme if the only people who a. thought to run from the mountains and b. successfully escaped are two 8-9-year-olds, so scattered throughout Astral are a handful of others from the mountains. Some of them have even joined the resistance, like Jared and Will have. 
Introducing take-no-shit-uncle character, who has absolutely no name yet bc this idea is literally at most 3 hours old as of when I started writing this lol. He’s from mmmm, the mid-to-southern Dragon Ridge, and knows vaguely of the two northern kids who stumbled into the resistance a while ago. But hey, apparently they know Common well enough, and they seem to be settling in just fine, so definitely don’t need to be his problem. 
Until Finn comes up to him saying “Hey, you’re from the Dragon Ridge, right? Can you help? Something’s wrong with Jared and Will.” 
Reluctant-uncle-mode activated. 
Meanwhile, Jared’s panicking, Will’s hella concerned, and reluctant-uncle-who-really-needs-a-name walks in, takes one look at them and goes *heavy sigh* “I should have known you kids weren’t that fluent in Common.” 
Five minutes later, reluctant-uncle comes to the conclusion that everything’s fine, Jared just has a lottle bit of magical exhaustion because he’s smol and gone from lowkey learning magic to highkey learning it and maintaining two translation spells at the same time. Reluctant-uncle says “Chill kid, you’ll be fine, I can do a translation spell for you for a while, but also seriously learn Common it’ll make your life hella easier.”  
Now, like I said before, Jared is bad at coping mechanisms. In addition to bottling things up and avoidance, since their parents’ deaths he’s adopted an attitude of “Fuck the authorities/adults, I’m gonna do everything on my own to protect Will”. Which. Child no. But anywho. Absolute stubborn bastard child tells reluctant-uncle “Fuck you, we don’t need your help.”  Will in the corner: “Yes we do stfu Jared.”  (cursing is me paraphrasing, they’re like 9 at most lmao)
And reluctant-uncle goes “Ok, be that way I guess” bc he takes no shit, not even from obviously traumatized, coping-badly children, and he leaves. 
Next day, Will tracks him down and goes “I’m so sorry, pls help can you teach me Common I promise I’m not as stubborn as Jared.” Reluctant-uncle is like “oh goddammit puppy eyes okay fine since you’re nice about it but your brother’s gonna have to apologize first before I agree to help him out.” 
Meanwhile, Jared’s been banned from training period until he’s recovered from his magical exhaustion. Which means no avoidance tactics for our avoidance king. Will’s off with reluctant-uncle, Finn’s training without Jared, Rose is.... I dunno doing whatever it is she did before the princess search group formed, and Jared doesn’t understand anything happening around him. Moral of the story: Jared’s suddenly hella isolated, and handles it badly. 
So, reckless impulsive child he is (who’s totally not bitter his brother is ditching him not at all), he notes that they’re not that far from the Dragon Ridge, and more importantly, not far from a specific mountain that needs to be named. So he packs a bag and slips away in the middle of the night, heading back for the mountains. 
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Now, we’re gonna pause right there and do a little hop skip and a jump over to a worldbuilding/history/geography lesson. 
Geography first: Astral is split into two, the Eastern and Western Kingdoms. They’re split by the Dragon Ridge, a mountain range that runs the course of the country until they hit the southern desert. There’s three specific mountains of note here: Stormking (name subject to change now that I’m thinking about it) in the north, and two yet unnamed ones which shall be referred to as MM and SM for now (stands for Middle Mountain and Southern Mountain). 
Onto history and worldbuilding! (and time to go check my notes on the Celestials lmao)
So a longass time ago, there were just two races in Astral: the Celestials, and the dragons. They mostly ignored each other, because the Celestials are immortals while the dragons have a more human-like lifespan, so the Celestials didn’t want to bother with a race they saw as children, and the dragons decided to return the non-bothering favor. 
And then the humans arrived in Astral, so now there’s three races: the Celestials in the Western Kingdom (not its name then but semantics), the humans in the East, and the dragons sorta all over, but mostly concentrated in the Dragon Ridge, where they have their main roosts (more on that later). 
Due to similar lifespans, the humans and dragons ended up bonding a bunch. Until something (that is undecided bc again, this was all spitballed at work lmao) happens, causing a rift between the dragons and humans. Now they’re at each others throats (excluding those individuals who are like “..... but friends”), and the dragons are eventually driven back into the Dragon Ridge. 
At some point after the dragons retreat to the mountains, after long enough that the fighting has sorta been forgotten a bit, the Celestials leave Astral. Pandora, the queen at the time, is like “Yo so can we move into the Western Kingdom then?” The Celestials give no fucks, don’t realize the war between the humans and dragons, and go “sure whateves ain’t our problem” and yeet out. 
Humans expand into the Western Kingdom. Some decide to stay in the mountains instead while crossing. And so we get little villages popping up all over the mountains, including nearby Stormking, MM, and SM. 
Why are those three mountains so important? Bc they’re the dragons’ roosts. But hey, as long as the humans don’t realize that fact, they should be fine, right? Right??? 
Fast forward some time, and a villager stumbles up one of the three mountains. Or three villagers independently kinda do the same thing: They go partway up one of the dragons’ roosts, wishing for better weather, an easier winter, I dunno the type of kinda important kinda maybe petty can’t exactly be changed easily on your own sorta deal. And some of the dragons still remember stories about how they once got along, so being masters of elemental/weather magic, they help out the humans. 
Now, pattern recognition is one hell of a thing. So people go up to the roosts, ask for something that can be covered by the dragons’ skillsets, a sympathetic dragon helps out, rinse and repeat. Human asks for something beyond, dragon’s like “oh shit sorry no can do” Do you get where I’m going here? Yes? No? dw I’ll say it straight up lol Rinse and repeat for a few generations, mountain people start thinking “oh hey there’s gods in the mountains and they live on Stormking/MM/SM. They like to help out with weather stuff if you ask politely, not so much with other things tho” 
Cue certified dumbass from the lowlands going “Hey, that sounds like a Dragon” “No it’s not wtf you on about” “No that’s a dragon I’ll go prove it.”  And Certified Dumbass™ goes up one of the roosts (either SM or MM, not sure which but one of those two), and kills a dragon and brings back its scales to the village. 
Now, a detail that has actually been a thing for a while: dragon scales when taken from an unwilling dragon are hella cursed. Basically as a defense mechanism to stop them from being collected like our Certified Dumbass™ has just done. (How exactly are they cursed? Good question. Don’t have an answer other than people will avoid the fuck outta them if at all possible)
Now Certified Dumbass™ leaves the scales in the village and fucks off back to wherever he’s actually from, leaving the village to be cursed as fuck. So word spreads, not that their gods are actually dragons, but that some lowlander came in and apparently murdered a god or at least stole its trinkets and brought the gods’ wrath down on an innocent village, fuck that dude. 
Another repercussion: now the dragons are a lot more wary of people climbing their roosts. Yes, some of them are innocent and some are asking for help, but there was that one dude who murdered one of them, and can you blame them for protecting themselves? 
Rinse and repeat that scenario, and suddenly you have mountain communities who absolutely do not trust the lowlands further than they can be thrown (or less than that, even) because they keep angering their gods. And as more and more time goes on, the dragons trust less and less until even setting foot above a certain point on the roosts will result in almost immediate death, unless you happen to catch the attention of a particularly sympathetic dragon. 
Eventually, the dragons retreat to Stormking, which has been the least affected by all this bullshit so far because it’s in the far north. It’s bitterly cold on Stormking, and inexperienced lowlanders quickly realize they’re in over their heads trying to climb the mountain (like Everest, in regards to the fact you will get fucked by the weather if you’re unprepared). But the villagers still avoid MM and SM, because by now they know they’re risking death by climbing those mountains. (Same with Stormking, even if they were barely affected. Word travels, and the remains of the MM and SM roosts are bitter). 
Which pulls together my vague-ass mountains culture and gives it backstory and reasoning that I can get behind lol. Also explains the dragons’ history, and where Ragnor is coming from, even if he’s still a supreme asshole about it. 
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Back to my dumbass tiny mountain boy, who decides to climb MM all by himself, because he is smol, stupidly reckless, and clinging to the scraps of his faith. Everything’s been ripped from him, even Will it feels like, but if the stories their mother told were true... Jared doesn’t even know what he’d do. But he feels like he can’t stay in the resistance, not while he’s unable to communicate and too prideful to ask for help. 
The second he realizes Jared is gone, Will enlists reluctant-uncle’s help in tracking him down. Because at least Will realizes that he’s not well-equipped to go trekking across the countryside on his own, much less after his reckless brother. 
But Jared has a head start and is a speedy lil boy and it’s a lot easier for one person to slip past the soldiers still in the Dragon Ridge, so he’s climbing MM before Will and reluctant-uncle have a chance to catch up with him. He makes it all the way up to the abandoned roost, though he doesn’t know that’s what it is, and calls out for something. Something, anything for him to cling to, that won’t be ripped away by fate. 
But the dragons are long gone, and wouldn’t have an answer for him even if they remained. 
Will and reluctant-uncle finally catch up to Jared, and reluctant-uncle just takes one look at Jared and scoops him up to carry him back down MM. 
Later as they’re huddled around a fire, Jared nursing frostbitten fingertips, he chatters out one question. “How long?”  Reluctant-uncle sighs, tosses some more wood on the fire, and nudges Jared closer to the flames. “Doesn’t matter. You’re alive, that’s what counts. You and Will.”  “But--” “You’re alive. The old gods may be dead, or might not give a damn, but somebody cares about you kid.”  Will nods in agreement.  “Worry about the living more than the dead, mkay?”  “... Okay.” 
*nudge nudge* *hiss* *nudge nudge nudge* *grumble grumble grumble* “Sorry for being a tiny dumbass. Can... can you teach me Common?”  “Sure thing kid.”
*years later*
“The old gods are dead or don’t care Mishal. They won’t help us. We have to save ourselves.”  “You’ve been in the lowlands for too long.”  “No. That’s a lesson I learned from the mountains themselves.” 
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Fixing the mountains, the dragons, and Jared (and Will too a lil, but that’s like, minor compared to Jared’s issues). Holy shit that was a productive intended-for-fun storyline lol
If you’ve read this whole thing, have a cookie and my eternal love, gratitude, and devotion <3
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straightupsickfics · 4 years
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Can I request something where Steve catches a summer cold and Tony takes care of him? Thx :’)
Ahhh this is so cute 🥺 Maybe an AU where they’re in a new-ish relationship, work together at a college somewhere and Tony just... loves smol Steve a lot 😭💖
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"No, no, Steve, sweetheart, what are you doing up again?” Tony asks when he hears the soft padding of Steve’s feet coming down the hallway to where Tony is in the kitchen. He turns to find his boyfriend leaning against the doorframe, hair falling over his forehead as he scrubs a hand over his face. He’s pink-nosed and pale, clad in boxers and a white t-shirt, complete with what Tony knows is his oldest and softest gray cardigan. He can’t help but smile at the ensemble.
“Id’s— snf! It’s too hot to be in bed.” Steve’s response is more of a croak, his voice ragged from clearing his throat and sneezing most of the day, Tony has no doubt. “Too many blankets, it’s all...sweaty. It’s gross.”
Tony makes a sympathetic face. “Ah, and here I am, old enough to remember two hours ago when you were wearing twice as many clothes and explaining that there’s ‘no such thing as too many blankets,’” he says, smiling. “But I suppose since you’re already too hot, this is out of the question now, hm?” Tony lifts the mug of tea he’d made for Steve: ginger with honey, his favorite.
Tony’s never been much for this, knowing favorites and keeping track of allergies, and wanting, more than anything, to care for someone in these little ways: tea and books and soup. Steve’s different, though. Isn’t that what Tony told Rhodey and Pepper every chance he got? Months of wanting and wondering and insisting, He’s different. I promise it’s different this time, about another gorgeous blond coworker.
It turns out Tony was right, though, because here he is in Steve’s cozy off-campus apartment, six months in and waiting for tea to steep as he insists Steve get back in bed. Tony could tell you everything Steve can’t eat, where he keeps his inhaler, and every guilty pleasure book he rereads when he’s too exhausted to do much else. He even knows the pharmacy he uses to refill said inhaler. Just in case. And sure, he knows Steve can take care of himself, and had long before Tony came into the picture, he just... hates to think of Steve, with his pale face and his too-big cardigan left alone when he feels so bad.
“I can put an ice cube in it,” Steve says with a small smile.
Tony laughs. “It’s okay, we can just bring it with us, just in case, and I’ll grab some water, too. Shall we switch to the living room for a change of scenery? It’s cooler in there.”
“Y-yeah, oh, h-hold on,” Steve warns, nose twitching just once, quickly, before his face crumples and he ducks his head, sneezing into his elbow. “Hh’uSHoo! Eeishh'uh! Heh'eeISHoo!" They seem to shiver right out of him, ticklish and noisy enough to leave him sniffling over and over when he finishes.
"Bless you! Sweetheart," Tony says, setting the tea on the counter so he can pull Steve in against him, kissing the top of his head. "You sound so sick. How did you manage to get a cold like this in the middle of summer?"
"Just lucky, I guess," Steve sighs into Tony's chest. He's prone to catching just about everything that goes around campus during the year, but the students are long gone now, home for the summer, and Steve still managed to pick up a lingering bug.
Tony kisses Steve's hair one more time before squeezing his shoulder gently. "Come on, I'll grab this, let's go find something to put on while you fall asleep on me."
"I won't fall asleep on you," Steve argues, because he is the world's most stubborn sick person.
"Hmm..."
"S'too hot to sleep on you," Steve says defiantly.
"Okay, okay, whatever you say."
Steve settles himself on the couch, burying his face in a handful of tissues and sniffling tentatively a few times before sliding over and wrapping his arms around Tony, head nestling into his shoulder. He really would be asleep in minutes, Tony knows. Colds always take it out of him, for one thing, and he told Tony earlier that he hasn't been sleeping well the last few nights, too hot and cold and stuffed up to do more than toss and turn and shove blankets to the floor every few hours.
As if reading his mind, Steve opens his eyes enough to mutter, softly, "It's cooler out here, that's all."
Tony laughs, tugging the blanket down from the back of the couch and draping it over them. I love him, he thinks. They haven't said it out loud yet, but Tony knows with a surety that should scare him but doesn't. He’s known it for a while now, actually. But it strikes him all over again when he brushes the hair from Steve's face, presses a kiss to his forehead, and picks up one of his discarded paperbacks to read while Steve sleeps. It really is different this time, Tony thinks as Steve starts to snore softly.
He’ll tell him soon.
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nad-zeta · 4 years
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Match up (´∩。• ᵕ •。∩`) ♡
hey!! matchup for ikesen pls? (i hope this ain’t too long hsjdjd)
i’m a straight intj-t female. i’m a lawful neutral, slytherin, & scorpio, and i have a younger twin sis. i’m 5'5 ish (still growing!). my black medium-length straight-ish hair is usually in a ponytail & i have dark brown eyes.
i’m vvv secretive, smart, competitive, ambitious, deep, open-minded, passionate, dark, insecure, observant, resourceful, and mature. i’m generally a shy/quiet person (esp. at first, n w/ boys since i’m in an all girls school), but i’m really talkative when it comes to topics i love, and when i’m already comfortable. sometimes i get too arrogant/confident. i’m quite distant and i easily get jealous, annoyed, lazy, n bored. i’m also a fast learner, hopeless romantic, daydreamer, thrill-seeker, & pessimist/realist! i help others a lot, but i find accepting help hard.
i love receiving praise, attention, & affection, along with cleaning and organizing (but i’m quite messy myself). i love a bunch of stuff, esp. gaming! i also love reading/writing, astronomy, history, war (i love the thrill of it!), weapons (esp. snipers, swords, n bows!), mythology, nature, learning new things, & testing myself. i want others to always tell me the, brutal truth even if it hurts (i don’t see the point in sugar-coating n lying to make others feel better), but i’m really good at lying.
i have a great memory, but i’m quite forgetful. i also really like messing w/ others and i have a rbf. some are intimidated by me, it’s funny. i’m vv good w/ technology too, and i’m GREAT in school. esp. math, science, history, english, and french (foreign language!). i love the language latin a lot (and other aesthetic stuff sm!), along with mystery and the like. (but not horror. i’m kind of a coward, but i like the feeling of being scared? idk?)
i coop up my emotions a lot, along with otherthinking. i also hate a lot of stuff, such as being weak in front of others (crying), others being better, and blind faith. i usually love being alone but at times it gets too lonely. it takes a while for me to open up, i rarely trust others. i don’t really take good care of myself, and i try to block out my emotions, so i tend to be apathetic at times. i swear a lot and i’m loyal. it seems like idc, but i care a lot a lot. it’s vvv embarrasing crying in front of others—i hate it. i tend to carry all the weight. i usually give and take care of others more than the opposite. i think to myself a lot. i’m have a lot of contradictions, n i’m complex tbh.
i tend to get carried away, so pls tell me if it’s too long! take your time, no rush, take care of yourself! stay safe, n tysm in advance ♡
Hi hi Love! Thank you so much for the request hehe i hope i didn't make ya wait too long!🌻 Lol this was not too long at all, the more details the better!❤😊 And can i just say u sound like a super cool person🌻🔥 I hope you are keeping safe and well! And i hope ya enjoy!❤❤😊 @x-jodi-x
So I match you with…………. Nobunaga
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The first time Nobunaga sees you, he is hella intrigued like, not only did a smol creature like you manage to save him from a burning building but you were also now even too shy to look him in the eyes. You were like a crazy walking contradiction, bold in the one moment, yet meek and reserved in the next. He brought you back with him to the castle and named you as, the princess of the Oda forces. It took you less than a day to get bored with your title as princess and opt to help the maids out with cleaning and organizing the castle. 
By the end of the week, all the castle staff were super impressed by you, not only did you introduce them to new easier ways to get the job done, but you also managed to sort out and organize the dreaded archives. 
Nobunaga had been watching you and he was most amused by you, you had this ability to intimidate all those around you, yet you were always there to lend a helping hand. You had even managed confused the castle mother, your work for the castle had always been so diligent and precise, yet when he walked into your room to bring you a letter, it was like walking into a hurricane. He never thought someone with such efficient cleaning and organizing skills could live in what could only be described as a clutter box.
Nobunaga had taken a BIG interest in you and had summoned you to his room to pull his classic, warm my bed pick up line, except what he didn’t expect was that you would truth bomb his ass. He was sister shook, he had never met such a blunt, brutally honest woman in his life, not only that but every second word coming from those beautiful lips were, swear words. You low key lost your patience with him and for a second you forgot your shyness at the door, as you were now in gamer rage mode. Cue Nobu smirking, he had truly stumbled onto the most amusing fireball. 
The two of you spent the rest of that night just sipping on some tea and chatting. Nobunaga’s interest was definitely peaked as, in your rejection of his offer to warm his bed, you had told him off in at least 3 different languages. As future conqueror of Japan he had also picked up a few languages in his travels and via the foreigners who would visit his ports. So, he definitely surprised you when he started speaking Latin to you. You couldn't help but be impressed, this also low key helped you open up a little more to him, as the two of you seemed to have found common ground. Nobunaga couldn't help but smile a small smile at how talkative you had become, especially when the two of you started talking about topics that interested you. Not only that but when he had pulled out the game of Go for the two of you to play, you definitely gave this boy a run for his money.
The next morning Nobunaga had announced that you were to accompany him to the next war. You had no time to even get a word in, as before you knew it you were on the back of his horse on your way to the battlefield. Nobunaga smirked as he imagined you covering in fear, in the corner of the camp, so imagine this boy’s surprise when you walked around camp with the most carefree smile on your face. Just before he could question it, the enemy forces managed to break through the ranks and was now riding straight into the camp. 
You acted on instinct, you loved weapons, so you were well versed in the art of using various weapons. From the corner of your eye, you could see an enemy archer aiming to strike Nobunaga down. Without a second thought, you had grabbed one of the bows laying by your feet and took aim. “Oi Nobu duck!” those were the only words that left your mouth before the arrow you had fired, went slicing through the air to strike down your opponent. Nobu got back up and looked behind him to see that you had skillfully taken down a hidden archer. 
Nobunaga without a second thought, mounted his horse and gave you a hand up and rode out into the front lines with you. The two of you made an unstoppable team slicing through the enemy ranks, and earning the Oda forces a swift victory. 
The ride back to the castle was filled with chats, laughs and light banter between you and the devil king. He found you incredibly interesting, the adrenaline pumping through your veins had cause that arrogant and confident side of you to show. You loved war for the thrill of it, you were a master of many weapons and to top it all off, you spoke to him as your equal. You had shaken this poor man to his core, never in his whole entire life had he met a woman like you. So shy and reserved at first, yet a true fireball laying beneath the surface. Needless to say, this boy was falling and falling hard for you
Often the two of you would spend nights together, deep in conversation about anything and everything or playing a game of GO. Nobunaga loved your open-mindedness and your ability to pick up on concepts quickly. He also low key likes your ability to be an excellent liar, as it made the candy heists together all the more interesting. Especially if the two of you would be caught together, in the middle of the hallways dead at night, pockets full of candy. You always seemed to manage to get the two of you out of the extended scolding and lecture sessions with Mamahide by blatantly lying through your teeth. Although, even-though you were an excellent liar, your lies never did seem to work on Nobu as he could always tell if you were bending the truth slightly. You also appreciated that Nobunaga was just as blunt as you, never sugar coating the truth and always speaking openly and honestly with you.
It is also definitely a favourite past time activity for you and Nobunaga to team up and mess with people. If the two of you aren’t sneaking alcohol into Masamune’s water during banquets or tricking Hideyoshi to reveal all his deepest darkest secrets, the two of you are messing with each other. Both of you stubborn cuties are also very competitive, so you best be sure that the two of you have a running bet, to see who the ultimate prank master is. These pranks range from harmless, for example crude drawings on official reports, to more hardcore, shoes on top of doorways and glue on each other’s chairs. Although all that change one day when the two of you decided to team up and work together as a unit to pull pranks instead of work alone, and that is the day the two of you got together.
Both of you by this point was head over heels for each other, but neither was willing to admit their feelings. That is until one-day Nobunaga took you on a romantic getaway to one of the neighbouring regions. You weren’t too sure exactly where he was taking you, but you loved adventures, so you decided to roll with it. 
The two of you arrived at a hot spring where, to your surprise Nobunaga waited on you hand and foot. After a long relaxing soak in the soothing water, you walked back to your room to find Nobunaga sitting in the centre of the room with a Go board in front of him. “Come fireball this shall be our final game, winner takes all.” 
It was a long and hard game, and you enjoyed every moment of it from the smack talk, to the getting frustrated at unpredictable moves. But in the end, the results were most unexpected. It was a draw, “It seems I have truly met my match with you fireball.” He had intended to win this game and fully conquer your heart, but instead you had just proved to him how equally matched you were for him. Thus strengthening his resolve to confess his feelings and make you the one and only queen of his heart.
Nobunaga couldn’t hold back his feelings for you any longer, the next evening you walked into your room to see it filled with flowers, he had told you how much he loved and adored you, and he asked you if you would be the one and only conquer of his heart. The two of you then met it the most passionate of kisses. The rest of the weekend away, Nobunaga spent pampering you, the one true love of his life.
Nobunaga absolutely adored every part of you. He loved that you were just as jealous as he was, often being twice as clingy and affectionate towards him whenever a visiting princess arrived. He loved your writing and would often rest his head on your lap after a long day and insist you read to him, the newest piece of your writing.
He adored that you kept him on his toes with all your various interests, and he loved how you just knew a bit of everything. 
He would especially enjoy holding you in his arms at night as the two of you share a drink out on the balcony. He loved to listen all your stories about mythology, as he affectionately stroked your back.
This softy boi knows that, you tend to bottle up your emotions and that you hate crying in front of others, so whenever you are feeling down or faced with problems, he is by your side in an instant. Clearing his schedule and handing off all his duties to Hideyoshi, so he can envelop you in his love, and shower you with endless amounts of affection and attention. He would patiently hold you in his arms, as he coaxes you by rubbing small soothing circles on your back, to tell him all that burdens you. He would do absolutely anything to make you smile and melt away all your insecurities. He would always be there, to wipe away every one of your tears, while whispering in your ears just how much he adores you. 
He knows that you are entirely selfless and tend to neglect yourself, so you best be sure he is going to be by your side and give you all the help and support, whether you asked for it or not. If you forget to eat, he will bring you every meal, and make time to eat with you, just to make sure you are getting enough nutrients. If you are working too hard and not getting enough sleep, he will pull you into his arms and let you rest your head on his chest, while he gently stokes your hair, to coax you to sleep. 
Nobunaga absolutely loves to sneak a few passionate kisses with you in the hallway on his way to his next meeting, just as a way to remind you, just how much he loves and adores you. He is also forever giving you words of affirmation for everything you do. 
The two of you can often be found snuggled up together on the balcony of your shared room just exchanging sweet kisses and words of love
Other potential matches…………… Kenshin   
I hope you enjoyed this dear, it definitely turned out a lot longer than expected whooops! 🙈🙈❤😊
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A Thin Line Between Love & Hate ♛
Pairing: Bucky Barnes X Reader
Summary: Y/N, a fiery, new Avenger with the fighting prowess of Black Widow herself, and Bucky Barnes, a stubborn, ex-soldier with the demons and strength to prove it, don’t exactly get along, despite their many similarities. The two of them make it their mission to win against the other, making everything between them a competition. A sparring match gone awry and a midnight dip in the pool changes all of that. Let the games begin.
A/N: since the last Bucky fic I wrote did so well and I’ve been in a bit of a slump lately :( I decided to write what I’m familiar with, and I just had the pleasure of watching Bohemian Rhapsody in theaters (GO WATCH IT IT’S SPECTACULAR) and it’s caused a stroke of inspiration XD please enjoy this little story of my favorite smol winter bean even if it’s a flipping mess and lemme know what you think and if ya want more 
Warnings: mega fluff, a sparring match with violence ensues, sexual tension to the max, language
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You clutch your gym bag to your side, slung over your shoulder haphazardly with little regard for style. The tank top you threw on clings comfortably to your waist, followed by a slipped on pair of athletic leggings that leave little of your curves to the imagination of your teammates. But at the moment, that’s the least of your worries, that, on the other hand, is running into James Buchanan Barnes a.k.a the human version of a paper cut. He’s stubborn, insistent, irritatingly charming and annoyingly good-looking, making it damn near impossible to muster up the strength to be angry with him (but you find a way anyway). He also has the sole purpose of teasing you to hell and back. Ever since the first day here, you’ve been at each other’s throats. And to this day, you still have no idea why.
You like to think it’s just a game, that you’re both only joking, but sometimes he’ll say things and the look on his face tells you otherwise. That perhaps you’ve gone too far. 
Then, proving your point, while passing you, he knocks his broad shoulder against yours in the narrow hall. You frown and kick your leg out, tripping him in the process, watching as he barely catches himself, struggling to stand up straight until using the wall to steady himself. He chuckles darkly, blowing hair out of his eyes.
You narrow your eyes at the Winter Soldier, “Do you do this to all the women you work with or am I just lucky?”
“Good morning to you too, doll,” he says gruffly as he helps himself up and dusts off his deep gray joggers, his own tank clinging to his muscles, the wind having been knocked out of him.
You pry your eyes away from him and tuck hair behind your ear, shaking your head, “It certainly was,” you drink in the frustration in his eyes cerulean eyes.
“You’re a real piece of work, Y/L/N,” he sighs, glancing at you with an amused expression, the conflict behind his eyes warring when you look back at him.
You grab him by the front of his shirt, crumbling the cotton material in your fist, his smirk only an inch away from your own lips and he lets you do it. “Then next time you’re walking down this hall, watch where you’re going and don’t knock into me. Or get it through your head that I’ll do it back.”
He shakes his head with a low laugh, looming over you, “That mouth of yours is going to get you in trouble one day and no one will be there to save you.”
“Is that a threat?”
His lips twitch, “No, doll, it’s a warning.”
You let go of his shirt and push him back, the tempting look in his eyes frightens you, “It keeps you away, doesn’t it? Me running my mouth,” his resolve flickers. “I’m also more than capable of saving myself, I don’t run away from my problems.”
He rolls his eyes and frowns, “And you’re suggesting I do?”
“I thought I made that clear,” you tilt your head, toe to toe with the man.
“Oh, you did, I was just hoping I didn’t hear you correctly.”
“I have read that hearing deteriorates first when it comes to men of your age.”
He cocks an eyebrow, “Are you calling me elderly, Y/N?”
You look him over, enjoying this far too much when you nonchalantly shrug your shoulders, “If the denture fits.”
He snorts. “Funny,” he glances furtively at your mouth, how it curls at its edges. 
You laugh, enjoying this game of cat and mouse, the highlights of your day, you think, “I’d like to think so,” you smile before walking out of the hall and into gym, where the team trains every morning, leaving a confused Bucky to stew alone in the hall.
Steve sends you a smile when you enter the room and Tony’s shoots you a wink as you set down your things and watch patiently while Steve sets up the the boxing ring. It’s been awhile since the last match between any of you, but you wouldn’t mind throwing yourself back in, with the promise of high stakes of course. You’re never one to back down from a challenge.
Natasha smirks when you look over at her, regretting your decision when you see her signature scarlet smile, “Morning, Y/N, where’s your boyfriend?”
You force a laugh when you begin wrapping a bandage over your knuckles, a genuine one escaping when you look to see Barnes coincidentally enter the room himself. Shit, “I don’t have a boyfriend, Nat,” you look up at your friend, holding your mouth tightly. “You know that.”
“Be careful,” Tony pats your shoulder affectionately. “If he hears you’re single, he won’t hesitate to throw his hat in the ring. Literally...”
“You’re not helping, Stark,” you elbow his side, not doing much damage when he catches your arm in his hand. You rip your arm back from his grasp and he pokes your nose. You scrunch your face.
“That wasn’t my intention,” he grins. “But you’re seriously adorable when you’re angry.”
Bucky smiles at that.
“Shut up,” you grumble.
Steve cracks a smile while setting up and hearing the teasing, he avoids your glare when you hear him. Bucky pretends stays in the dark as to what you’re all whispering not-so-covertly about, every so often looking over at you.
“What about that guy Nick who asked for your number at the bar yesterday? He seemed pretty interested in filling that position for you,” Nat brings up after a spell of silence and you look at her, knowing what she’s trying to do.
Bucky’s ears perk up, tightening his metal fist at the thought of it. He knows he has no right to be jealous or possessive over you, not after the way he’s treated you, but he can’t help it, anger he’s never experienced before. Then, before you can argue with Nat, Steve speaks up.
“Alright,” Steve starts. “Who wants a turn in the r-”
Your hand shoots up first, grinning excitedly, “I do.”
“You need a partner, hotshot,” he chuckles at your enthusiasm, an idea sparking when he locks eyes with both Nat and Tony, flashing a smile when he looks at you. “How about Bucky?”
Your eyebrows shoot up and you laugh in disbelief, “You’re kidding... Right? You must be joking. Because if not, that serum has finally reached your brain and its messed up... something up there,” you shake your head.
“I’m not fighting a girl, Steve,” Bucky wraps his own bandage over his hand, chuckling deeply, resonating from his chest. Even if his jealousy was slowly growing and he wouldn’t mind a one on one with a punching bag, he’d never take it out on you. 
But something in you clicks when he says this, rubbing you the wrong way, “Because you’d lose,” you turn around, you simply couldn’t help yourself. If only you’d kept your mouth shut... 
He lifts an eyebrow, standing up straight with his arms folded over his broad chest, squaring his shoulders, “Is that right?”
“I guess we’ll never know, because we’re not doing it,” you look back at a smug Cap. Your blood boils when Bucky takes a step towards you and you stare him down, but it doesn’t do you much good. It’s consists more of staring up at him.
“It sounds to me, doll, like you’re the one who’s afraid you’ll lose,” he maintains a thoughtful expression, sizing you up. You furrow your brow.
“I just don’t want your pretty face to get hurt, that’s all, it is all you got going for you,” you tilt your chin up.
His eyes flash and you know you struck a nerve. He chuckles humorlessly, “You’re lucky I’m a gentleman,” he tells you. “Or I’d ask you to put your money where your mouth is. Since you always have so much to say.”
“A gentleman knows how to finish a fight, not start one,” you push your hands against his chest, sending him backwards after having enough. “So finish it.”
He looks at his chest and back at you, clenching his jaw, “Watch it, Y/N.”
“Come on, then,” you tell him, swinging your leg over the rings border and climbing inside. Steve and Tony share a worrisome look, wondering what they’ve started, Nat only leans forward, hoping to hear more. “Or are you going to keep running?” you throw over your shoulder.
It doesn’t take him long to ignore the inner turmoil creating in his gut. ducking under the border himself and stepping into the ring, commanding the attention of the room when he gets into his stance.
He swings the first punch, you duck under it and swing your leg out to send him on his back. You move to straddle him on the ground, but he’s back on his feet before the thought even crosses your mind, gripping your ankle when it flies towards his face. Your fist collides with his jaw, hitting just the corner of his mouth, he stumbles back, and he wipes at the cracked lip, staring in awe at the trickle of crimson staining his calloused finger.
Guilt settles in your stomach, and your form wavers, in your hesitation, his fist curls and the blow lands painfully into your shoulder. You grasp the sore area and fall back, catching yourself against the bordering ropes. The room goes silent, one giant, collective inhale of breath being the last thing you hear before Bucky’s face falls. He didn’t want to do this. To fight you, but here you are. You asked for it, you can’t back down now.
His chest heaves, his eyes full of guilt and fear, he gulps like he’s gasping for air, “Doll, I-”
You didn’t have time to freeze, to listen to what he’s saying. The punch only fuels your adrenaline and you flip him on his back, on top of him and straddling his waist. You throw a punch, aiming for the bridge of his nose, but he blocks it, taking your wrist in his to move you so you’re the one on your back. You ignore the heat rising to your face from being beneath him, caged under his muscular arms, holding himself above your frame with little to no effort. He could crush you if he wanted to, you wondered why he didn’t just finish it right here and now, that’s what you expected, after all. It does’t help that he smells so damn good.
“We can stop here and call it a tie,” he tells you, his cool, minty breath fanning over your flushed face, noses brushing whether you like it or not. You’d never admit to the former anyway. “I’m trying to help you, doll.”
You snort, “Don’t strain yourself,” you knee him in the groin and he topples over, unable to stand once again. You’re on your feet before him, declaring you the winner of the match. He went easy on you and you know it. Your chest rises and falls with each strenuous breath and you blow hair out from in front of your eyes, swinging your leg over the ropes again.
You couldn’t stand there and gloat, something you’d usually have no problem boating, to mess with him. But you’re still thinking about how you felt, when you were pinned beneath him, how your face burned, how your skin rubbed against his own, and how you still feel afterwards. But you hate him. You hate him.
Don’t you?
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Bucky leans his back against the side of the rooftop pool atop the Avengers building, muscles aching from training, the cool water and night air relaxing him. He breathes slowly, hoping this isolation will help him forget the events of today, what he did. He hit you. You of all people. He never wanted to lay a hand on you, not only are you a woman, but you’re you. Not to mention the fact you can throw one hell of a punch as well, his split lip a consequence of that, his thumb brushing over it when it comes to mind.
His mind whirs, thinking about you, and his heart tightens in an unfamiliar, unspoken way. The same ache in his chest he’s felt since you got here, hoping if he’d ignore it and you, it’d make it all go away. But it’s only made the sensation worse, thinking back to having you underneath him, a dream he never thought would bloom into fruition. Just under different circumstances. If only he hadn’t have messed it up and pushed you away in the process, everyone in the room watching.
And that he doesn’t hate you. Not even a little. Quite the opposite, actually. He’s absolutely enamored with you.
You slide open the door leading to the roof, a cover-up wrapped around your waist, hugging yourself. You turn to close it and look back to see Barnes in where you were hoping to find empty. You cross your arms over your chest and look on at him, haven’t had talked to him since this morning.
Thinking against starting a verbal altercation with him once again, you instead ask softly, “Mind if I join you?” voice lost in the wind.
He shakes his head, looking up at you, afraid his hoarse voice will give way to his emotions. Bucky attempts to avert his eyes when you drop the cover-up, revealing a red two piece decorated with cherries, the bottoms high waisted and fitted to your curved waist. Then his eyes are falling over you and he simply can’t look away. His eyes are glued to you and you want to fight him on it, say something, but you can’t either.
Bucky admires the way your y/s/c skin illuminates in the milky, effervescent moonlight, gaze flicking back up to meet your eyes when you catch him staring. You only smile and brush him off. You descend the steps inside and sit across the pool from him, the bruise on your shoulder on display, weighing on his conscious.
He’s the first to break the silence, “Doll... I-I’m sorry.”
Your eyes follow where his lay on your bruised shoulder, shaking your head, “Don’t be, was my fault. I pushed you to fight when you didn’t want to. I shouldn’t have. I’ll heal,” you offer him a sweet smile, an expression he treats as a gift, a rare sight to see, especially when it comes to him. Well, one he knows of.
He returns the smile halfheartedly, arms spread out on either side of him, gripping onto the edge of the hot tub. The tension is slowly simmering away into something new, crossing the line between love and hate, the air growing heavier by the heated second. You sigh and push yourself off the wall, if you were going to talk you at least need to be able to hear him. You wade to the halfway mark of the pool, treading water. 
Bucky’s hands grow clammy, watching you move. Just like you did in the ring, elegantly and deliberately with an endearingly awkward clumsiness he finds more attractive than he should. He forces himself to think about what’s changed since this morning, why he’s feeling these things now. Then you look at him and it answers his question.
You run a hand through your wet tendrils of hair, fighting back a satisfied smirk, “Why the long face, Barnes?”
He leans forward, sitting up straighter on his ledge, enough to make droplets of water roll down his torso and catch your eye, finally coming out with it, “Why do you hate me?”.
You’re taken aback by his sudden question and you’re brutally aware of what your answer will do to the complicated relationship between you two. You run a hand through your hair and sigh, standing up, “I could ask you the same question.”
Bucky pulls his brow together, getting off the wall, “If I hate you? You think I hate you?”
“Why wouldn’t I?” you laugh, humorless and forced, you hope he’s joking. “You’ve made it your mission to tease and insult me since the moment I got here, you purposely bumped into me in the hall this morning as you do most days.” Getting so frustrated with him, you splash water at his face, earning a petty one back from him.
He runs his hands down his face, “Are you serious?” he looks at you, blinking hard like he can’t believe what he’s hearing. 
“Yes!” you exclaim. “Bucky, why else would you purposely run into me in the hallway? Or punch me in the fucking shoulder!”
He laughs loudly, slicking his long hair back and looking towards the sky as if he’d find the answer to his internal question written in starlight, “You told me to fight you. And I apologized immediately after because I never wanted to do it in the first place! You’re also the one that punched me in the jaw and split my lip first... Come on, dollface, you’re tougher than that. That’s what I’ve been trying to tell you-”
“So was that your plan? Teasing me constantly, everyday, to prove I’m tougher than I look?” you snort and his face flushes red when you tug your lip between your teeth. “Mission accomplished then, Barnes, I know now. Satisfied?” 
He sighs, chuckling, “When did flirting with a dame become so damn challenging?” He smiles sadly, “Maybe I am old.”
You watch as his eyes fall on your lips even at this distance from one another and you, painfully so, do the same.
Stunned, your lips part slightly, sending him a silent, tantalizing invitation to wipe this confused look off your face and answer your question. By any extreme means possible. He groans aloud at the tempting pout of your baby pink lips, taking you by the hand to pull you to his chest, wet skin flushed together.
His calloused hands move up to cup your jaw, tilting your face towards him, he presses his desperate lips feverishly against your own, lighting your skin aflame. He kisses tentatively as if he’s walking into the home of an old friend and afraid he’s arrived too late, thumb brushing the ghost of a heart over your cheek. His plush lips taste of salt water and scotch liquor, tongue laced with smooth butterscotch candy he stole from your bedroom. And suddenly you’re craving the sweetness, too. Your arms fall helplessly to his chest, listening to the lullaby of Bucky’s slowly rising heartbeat, humming pleasantly at the thought that that’s of your doing. A whimper escapes your shaky lips when his tongue slips in your mouth just as his hands wander to grip your thighs beneath the water, hoisting you up. He eases your legs to wrap around his waist and hold on.
Both of you break away at once, swollen, pink lips still brushing with the sworn promise of meeting again, nudging your nose against his when you exhale. Your eyes flutter closed again, paired with a simple, soft smile, muttering quietly, “...Oh.” 
He cracks a smile, kissing just below your mouth, muttering a silent love letter in your skin, “Maybe if you didn’t ramble so much, you’d have been silent long enough for me to do this.”
“Screw you.”
His stormy eyes darken, complementing nicely with his seductive grin, “Maybe later, doll.”
You tilt your chin up to capture his awaiting lips with your own, wrapping your arms wantonly around his neck, a gesture he eagerly returns with a squeeze of your ass. You gasp into the kiss, The man is a human radiator, exuding heat, in his touch, in his kiss, in his skin, warming your body from the inside out. 
Bucky buries his head in the crook of your neck, kissing you in the spot sure to make you squirm in his touch. Then he stops, something coming over him when he moves up to lean his forehead against your own, meeting your lust blown eyes.
His face burns under your expectant gaze, cursing himself for not doing this sooner, “Are we... are we really doing this?” he says when you place a calculated kiss underneath his jaw, letting your tongue trace his hot skin, only fueling the fire before whispering,
“Meet me inside in ten minutes and find out.”
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oh boy Magnus, Julia, Lup, Merle, Angus
Magnus: Okay so I know Magnus is like, the QUINTESSENTIAL GRYFFINDOR or w/e but no.  Because the thing is, yeah he can be a little reckless just for kicks, but most of the time when he’s flinging himself into danger head first, his motives?  Are “protect the friend” or “protect the smol” or just generally “PROTEC”.  He’s unflinchingly loyal, he wants things to be fair, he’s a hard worker, he’s stubborn, and you’ll just never top him for good hugs.  What I’m saying is that Magnus is, to me, without a doubt, a Hufflepuff.
Julia: On the other hand we have Julia.  Julia’s hard because we don’t have a lot of information about her, so we have to go off our own headcanons but here’s the thing for me:  Before the rebellion against Kalen, before Magnus, what she wanted?  Was to learn everything she could from her father’s skill, and then surpass him and become a world-renowned craftsman.  She was not above wheedling and cajoling some tips out of anyone passing through, and she was damn good.  And when Kalen finally showed his true colors, she’d been the one trying to get anyone to listen to her misgivings for MONTHS, at least.  She dug him out through cunning and guile, and just think about the fact that a Slytherin with a Hufflepuff at their back is the most terrifying thing in the world.  So yeah, Julia’s a lovely, amazing person and she’s also absolutely a Slytherin.
Lup: Gryffindor.  
...oh wait you wanted reasoning?  Okay well, unlike Magnus, Lup has a love of just throwing herself into things just to experience them, or that’s the feeling I always got off of her.  She’s utterly fearless and willing to throw down whenever necessary.  She’s a great friend to have at your back but is a lot more willing to tell you you’re full of shit than, say, Magnus is.  Red and Gold to the core.
Merle: Honestly, Merle’s a tough one, mostly because I don’t really feel like I have a full grasp of him as a character, but despite playing dumb and being a doofus sometimes, he’s very sharp.  He’s loyal and supportive (when he’s himself and not memory wiped).  And he’s got a lot of cunning, it’s just that he generally puts it towards trying to diffuse tension, or misdirect people from other people, or to just be a nice dude.  Ultimately I think I’d put him in Slytherin.  Yeah, he’ll be a strange sort of Slytherin, but let’s be real he would be an odd sheep in ANY of the houses so... yeah.
Angus: You could make arguments for Gryffindor or Slytherin for Ango and I don’t think you’d be wrong, but personally I just can’t put him anywhere but Ravenclaw.  Boy loves learnin, there’s not really much more to it.  He’s pretty well-balanced for a kid with his upbringing and found family, so I don’t feel like he’s the sort to need to go to a house to help nurture a neglected part of himself, and I think he’d just be really happy there, surrounded by other nerds.
And I know you didn’t ask for this but I definitely thought these two out throughout this, so:
Taako: Obviously a Slytherin, you say?  Think again, chickpea - this motherfucker is loyal as balls, ridiculously hard-working when he wants to be (though he hides it well), and, ultimately, would not stand for being in any house further away from the kitchens.  Seriously, though, look at the care and love that goes into his Best Day Ever for Lup, even when he doesn’t know why she needs it.  Look at Arms Outstretched and think about how a) while it worked it was very much not a “cunning” move so much as a hail mary, and b) “Taako’s Good Out Here” and yet he risked literally EVERYTHING to save Magnus without even blinking.  Boy’s a Hufflepuff, and he would be eternally grumpy about being in the same house as Magnus but it would be good for him IMO.
and last but CERTAINLY not least:
Lucretia: Yes, she’s smart and brainy and loves learning.  Yes she’s cunning and willing to do shit that will make people dislike her.  But you know who I think of when I see her books?  Hermione.  Hermione loved learning (like yes she loved good grades too but so would Lucretia lbr).  And you know what I think of when I see what she did with Fisher and the memory wiping?  Even though it was a dumbass idea?  How it takes bravery to stand up to your friends, or risk them hating you, just because you think you’re doing what is right.  Not because you don’t care what they think but because what they think isn’t as important.  Lucretia would’ve been an odd duck in Gryffindor early on, but it still would’ve been a good home for her, and I say she deserves the red and gold more than any of them.
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volleyboys-imagines · 7 years
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Maybe a headcanon post of the captains and pets?
omigosh i have literally been waiting for an ask like this since i started bless you anon im sorry if this was late, it’s midterms week!! ||
it’s long, so have fun under the cut!
Sawamura:
German Shepherd, Captain
@faiyuuhi has the Fireman!AU with all the pets and Daichi with Captain was just perf.
I mean, ever since I had this prompt in my head I’ve always been able to see Daichi with a German Shepherd: they’re dependable, loyal, hardworking, smart. But Faiyuuhi just did it so well with her book, I fell in love with the idea even more ❤
Daichi got Captain in college on a whim because he felt lonely and his neighbor was a really good friend that felt owed Daichi so much
So Daichi got a two-month-old German Shepherd
^which he really didn’t know what to name for a while
^but he really wanted to use the name ‘Captain’, and it just kind of stuck
He and Captain go on walks and morning runs together, play catch in the park, do coordinated tricks, even work out at home together (since pets weren’t really allowed to be in the gym)
until ofc the manager at the local gym he works out in saw him running in that park in gym shorts and black tank and says ‘so that’s where he disappears to’ bc he really loves being with Captain so much
and she allows Captain to go to the gym (considering he’s housetrained ofc) and eventually becomes the gym mascot c:
On the topic of tricks, Daichi once brought Captain to the park to practice tricks, and he got an audience that filmed him and his dog
He went a little viral in Miyagi for his ‘Hot Guy and Amazing Dog!!!! AWESOME TRICKS’ or smth like that, and every now and then he does shows in the park
^ after which some spectators offer money for his time
^ now he sets a small box for Captain’s treat budget for extra effort :)
Daichi hates brushing sessions the most, especially during shedding season. 
^and when Captain just shakes his fur out in the middle of the thing omigod
^that is the reason why Daichi hates his carpeted apartment
I didn’t mean to ship Captain with Harper, which came out of nowhere, but why not have some fluff hcs about them
When they’re tired from walks, they snuggle together in a mass of black, brown, red and white fur
Snoot booping. Snoot booping everywhere
Lots of tail wagging, esp when they look at each other
Captain’s pretty shy around Harper, and ducks his head when she runs for him the next time they meet, but really, really likes giving her kisses
They don’t meet when she’s in heat, and they meet on a regular basis when she’s not. Captain looks forward to the meetings and knows what time it is, so when Daichi doesn’t look like he’s bringing Captain to meet with Futakuchi and Harper, he starts barking and howling for her :’(
Oikawa:
Japanese Bobtail, Maenki (maen-ki)
I guess a lot of people would pair his flamboyance with a Persian (which is long-haired and floofy and just screams c l a s s y ) but a long-haired Persian requires daily grooming. Considering this boy’s busy vbc + acads schedule, I don’t think that’s going to work
So I read around since I don’t own a cat, and saw that the Japanese Bobtail would be best over my original idea of having a Scottish Fold
They’re healthy, colorful, and easy to care for, but at the same time affectionate and really great companions.
Oikawa got his at about five months old, a pretty mostly-white tabby calico mix girl with yellow eyes
Her white spots are big, and look like petals dappling her fur, really pretty ❤
He’s wanted one since he saw a Manekineko and read about the folklore too
Later as I was doing this draft I was thinking about my cousin misspelling things, and when she was trying out ‘Manekineko’, she spelled it as ‘Maenkineko’. The Maenki part stuck, since the above hc is that Oikawa likes the Manekineko. :)
He learns that she can ‘talk’, which are mostly chirps and meows strung together
and now when he talks to her, she knows how to respond. Like greeting her good morning earns him her own greeting that, through time, he recognizes as her ‘good morning’ reply
At night, when he can’t call Iwa-chan or Makki or Mattsun, he talks to her, and they have conversations that last hours
She keeps up with his active lifestyle too. Like he does pushups at home and she bats his nose with a paw, or sits on his back
Sometimes he jogs around the street their house is in and she follows
And she’s extra smart too: like she can find the ball in cups, find her ball, etc
She also loves boxes, and will get into anything she can fit into
So he keeps all his boxes closed, and has one especially for her
she doesn’t even touch her furry cat bed, sadly
She scratches him when he tries for her belly too
But she looooves brushing sessions. Like she will try to get those bristles under her chin no matter what, which is problematic since he needs to brush all of her
!! She absolutely loves being pet
And the rest of the Seijou vbc love her to death
Like, she’s the first thing they look for in Oikawa’s home, to Oikawa’s disappointment
Iwaizumi’s really dumbfounded on why Maenki would like someone like him lol
“Look look! Maenki loves Iwa-chan ❤”
^that’s the running joke of the Seijou 3rd years lol but it’s hella fine to Iwa-chan
Sometimes she sucks Makki’s fingers :>
and is utterly terrified of how damn tall Mattsun is :
Kuroo
Medium-sized Poodle, Sushi; Common goldfish, Neko;Plakat Betta, Aki
Kuroo’s love of dogs over cats is canon, so no cats for this tol
His parents agreed he could have a dog, so they got a Medium-sized cream Poodle. Standard was too big, and Toy was too small, so they got one in the middle. His mother was allergic to fur, so they got a poodle
Sushi was the name the breeders kind of tagged him with because at two months, he looked like a riceball
Why not Onigiri? No idea either
^this lil shit is smart af. Regularly gets out of his crate, leash, collar, whatever
Gets into so much mischief too, but that was only because Kuroo wasn’t walking him; all that pent up energy was directed the wrong way
Now they have 15-minute runs and 15-minute training sessions everyday. Sushi now knows enough to enter an obedience competition
The lil shit is fast af, something Kuroo learned while sprinting. Lots of dogs that was Sushi’s size he’s handled before weren’t as fast as this beanpole of ours, but this literal small cloud of fluff could match Kuroo’s sprint over about 200m
(Even though Kuroo is the fastest of the vbc after Tora and Lev)
Neko he won from the college fair. He had no idea what to name it until it jumped out of the tank. He put it back in the tank and lo and behold: it lives!
^and since the first thing he said was that the thing must have nine lives, the name ‘Neko’ stuck
^ to this day, Kenma thinks it’s weird af (but hella cheesy and ironic)
Come spring, as he was cleaning out the tank, he noticed that the container he put Neko in had transparent little balls stuck to the walls. He ran his fingers along the tank walls, and found more of them
The filter was a bitch to clean too
In the end he did a 100% water change, and cleaned including the stand on which the tank sat on
^ this took up an entire Saturday afternoon
That was the day he realized that, for six months, the goldfish was a fricking girl.
Neko was seven months under Kuroo’s care when Aki came home.
Aki is a Grizzle Plakat Betta
Kuroo knew that bettas couldn’t be put into a tank with a four-inch-goldfish because of their size, and because bettas are literally fighting fish
But Kuroo found Aki not in one of those cups, but in a community tank. this means that Aki was already living peacefully with other fish
So after buying the things he needed for Neko’s tank, he had Aki put in a bag to take home c:
So imagine a less-than-an-inch betta with a four-inch-goldfish
Oddly enough, they get along. Well if by ‘getting along’ means ‘no nipped fins’ then they’re good
The name ‘Aki’ (暁) literally means ‘daybreak’. It’s attributed to his pastel body and blue-and-purple fins, literally looking like the morning sky
Sushi once jumped up on the seat right next to the tank and watched the fish for a good five minutes. He goes there every now and then to bark at the tank, and they greet him with omnom faces. (they’re practically best friends now c:)
Futakuchi
Alaskan Malamute, Harper; Guinea pig, Megumi
His aunt was into raising Malamutes. There was a month-old litter in her house
one of the puppies crawled up to his leg and started pawing his pants. He picked her up, and played with her until he left with his mother that evening. He’s wanted her ever since (although he won’t really admit that openly)
About a month later, he was a proud owner of a smol sable-and-white, blue-eyed Alaskan Malamute
Named her ‘Harper’, even though she’s also called Haru-chan (/ha-ru-pe-ru/, since Harper itself is an English name)
On the way or when she came home, she kept trying to lick his face, as if she was excited he was her new owner
Outside the house, she’ll play pretty vigorously
Once she grew into standard Malamute size, she’s learned she can bowl Futakuchi over. The rest of the team thinks it’s cute
Poor Sakunami is dwarfed by the some-6-foot-tall Harper. he likes it when she flops on him tho, such warmth
speaking of, in the house she likes flopping onto anyone, as in anyone
Sakunami was lying on the couch and he kind of just disappeared under her fluff
^ Aone was looking for him all around the house, the whole team was looking for him around the house until he woke up from under her and his hands popped out, trying to lift the sleeping dog off his small frame
^ which ofc Aone and Kogane had some trouble with bc Harper’s pretty iffy about being moved when she’s comfy
^ Sadly the same thing happens to Futakuchi on the regular, even more so bc he sleeps in his room and she is allowed in his room
^ ofc he knows that dogs aren’t allowed on the bed or to sleep with you but she’s just. so. stubborn
But he has so much fun with her, the team really thinks it’s cute
^ if he wasn’t so invested in the dog he probably would have a gf at that point
Sometimes they go out in the park and share mochi
And he lets her play free bc the kids want to play fetch with her
But at the same time can’t ??? because she runs off c:
Once they were walking and they come across Daichi and Captain
This sweetheart literally just waltzes up to Captain and boops his snoot with hers ❤
To which Futakuchi has absolutely no idea what to do bc she’s never really looked at the ‘how to raise a female dog’ part of the books before
She and Captain sometimes spend afternoons together on the rare occasion that they meet c:
^to Futakuchi’s dismay, since she usually pays attention to him, and now she’s got goo goo eyes on Captain
Ushijima
I don’t really see Ushiwaka having a pet, since he’ll probably think it’ll take up his time
But how about an hc where he keeps a freaking hedgehog
African Pygmy Hedgehog, Quill
^ some idiot tried to give it as a gift (not Tendou, he’s too smart for that) and Ushiwaka just kind of took it in.
^ the note mentioned just how spiky he was, and took it to a literal level.
^ he didn’t have the heart to ‘dispose’ of the tiny ball of spines, so he decided to keep it.
^ his mother was pretty much against it though, but he managed.
The smol stays in a large for-rabbits cage, with furniture of assorted sizes
After the initial introductory period (which includes desensitizing of new owner and environment, plus anting) Quill’s pretty chill
He likes snuggling in Ushiwaka’s huge sweaters, and practically disappears
You know the Hangry to Happy Hedgie vids? Feed this smol some cheese bits while he’s curled up
Sometimes Ushiwaka leaves Quill out of his cage for a while, until the Grand Ace forgets
^ and subsequently finds droppings over his hardwood floor
^ and also subsequently wonders where the heck the smol went
When the team comes over, they don’t really check on Quill simply because it’s Quill. He doesn’t really care
He cares for the treats they give tho
And the snuggles they let him have when Tendou brings him out
Speaking of, Tendou once wanted to pet Quill, but was afraid he’d get spiked
Ushiwaka showed him how, and every time he visits he’s usually got his hands on Quill
^unfortunately the one time Tendou made that stupid pun of ‘spiking’ Quill made Ushiwaka kind of worried that Tendou would actually spike the smol
^ so now Tendou must always handle Qull under Grand Ace Supervision™
Quill also likes cherries (without the skin), but it stains his lips, cheeks, chest, and paws (which leads to Ushiwaka trying to bathe Quill [which Ushiwaka really doesn’t look forward to])
But leave the smol in a bath and he’ll swim for hours
^ which is ofc dangerous but Ushiwaka also has a heart, so he spoils this one sometimes
Bokuto
First of all, HOOT HOOT
Second of all, I’ve read up on the thing about keeping owls, and although it’s a good enough idea for our resident Hoot Captain, it’s not realistic enough
So how about another dog instead?
Labrador Retriever, Choko
Anybody know what a name we could give this one
The Labrador Retriever’s intelligent, playful, family-oriented, supportive
I wanted Bokuto to have one that’s extra playful, but most of them were either small or medium in size. I really didn’t ship something like that for Bokuto
I was thinking of an Australian Shepherd, a Shikoku, Siberian Husky, Dalmatian
^ and subsequently thought, why not four dogs??
^ then I thought of Akaashi and kind of received a fictional bop on the head heheheh
SO
Bokuto went out witih Kuroo to the local groomer/clinic with Sushi, and saw quite a few puppies waiting for their grooming and wandering around playing with other puppies and dogs
And most dogs were small/medium in size
So when a grown-ass black Lab sat in line, he was just so ‘wowed’ out
Like
“Kuroo!! It’s so BIG”
“…isn’t that what girls say when they see your thing??”
“Bro”
“Bro”
But the black Lab was so big and sweet and so very nice
The owner even let him pat her head!!!
And he decided he wanted one :)
ofc Kuroo would let his friend know what it takes to take care of a dog and whatnot, and ofc Bokuto won’t listen to this
So they check the ad boards next to the door for any Lab breeders
and Bokuto’s like, “Why not get from the pet store?”
and Kuroo lists down the hell why nobody should get dogs or cats any pet from the pet store
(says the author who got a betta from the pet store)
aaand Bokuto vows to vanquish pet stores
somehow
aaand Kuroo distracts Bo with a breeder close by
“Oh look it’s a station away”
“WHERE”
and somehow Bo procures a female chocolate brown Labrador Retriever
“KUROO LOOK LOOK”
“AKAASHI LOOK LOOK”
Choko loooooves to play! She literally always brings her tennis ball over
Bokuto can’t stody because of this
But when he does she lies down under his desk as a foot warmer
And she gets rubs too c:
aaaand because Labs love to swim :>
sometimes he brings her to the beach and plays fetch into the water
and all the girls love a man with a dog right??? wrong
he’s just so loud that’s all and it’s such a turn off
also he just freezes but that’s not the point
this baby girl is just sooooo loveable that she’s always getting kisses
and always giving kisses!!!
SO the captains meet up out of nowhere with their pets and guess who she tries glomping first :>
yeahh Captain’s a ladies’ man
so much that Daichi’s pretty irritated about that
BUT get this
the first time they meet is that she’s just so happy to see another dog almost her size that she just runs over and glomps Captain in a head-on collision course
He’s terrified of her after that
But slowly they become good friends
She and Sushi are best friends!!
Sushi has unlimited energy and paired with the big Lab Choko they’re free to roughhouse however they want
so feel free to ship the smol with the big, that’s fine
When they’re all tired, it’s a big pile of multicolored multi-textured fluff that Captain stands lies guard over
Choko likes giving kisses the most, likes getting pet the most, likes playing ball the most
Chewing? She chews on hands and fingers and it doesn’t really hurt bc Labs have soft mouth
^you literally could give her an egg and the shell won’t break
Bokuto finds that weird since Sushi can bite real hard
But finds it adorable nonetheless
okay imma post this first because it’s two weeks overdue but i’ll try to update it for the other captains!!! im so sorry anon i hope you like the length of it though i got so invested in this even though it was midterms week hahahah
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gasterimagines · 7 years
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Gaster's SO pampers and loves on him for an entire day. Kisses, cuddles, cooking, and doing anything he wants them to.
Undertale
- Poor guy’s been frazzled all week- That Anxiety™ has been hitting him hard- So you devise this plan and share the idea with him- At first, he’s too shy to ask for anything- No matter how many times you tell him he can have whatever he wants- He doesn’t want to ‘be a bother’- Eventually, he accepts it and timidly asks to be cuddled- Hon you could have that any time- But if that’s what he wants, sure thing- After a few minutes of holding you in his lap, he gives you a lil forehead smooch- And then a cheek smooch- And oops he’s moved down to your neck- You find that he’s gripping you a bit tighter, his claws dig into your hips, his teeth scrape over your throat- It’s not often he intitates anything intimate, but since you’ve given him free reign…- He’s goin for it-  Though, he doesn’t seem interested in taking it any further than kissing- Which is fine tbh, this is amazing- At one point he suddenly stops, and you’re afraid he might’ve gotten embarrassed but- All he does is meet your eyes and stare, blushing, smiling- Just appreciating the moment, thinking of all you’ve done for him- He says that he loves you, that he cherishes every moment you’ve spent together, and gives you the sweetest kiss you’ve ever received- And then he asks if you could make him waffles- If it’s okay, because he’d “hate to inconvenience you if it’s too much trouble-!”- You assure him that making breakfast is really not much to ask for
Underfell
- He’s tired- Not sleepy tired, but Tired- He gets almost no rest, and then works an absurd number of hours each day- The edgelord needs a break- Since he won’t do it on his own, you decide it’s time to take action- One Saturday morning you announce that the day is completely his- He doesn’t quite grasp the concept- It’s not until you add that you’re at his command that he understands- “My first request is that you stop treating me like a helpless child. Imbecile.”- Well someone’s cranky- He’s much too stubborn to accept your help, and insists that he’s fine- He is obviously not fine- Surprisingly, he doesn’t fight back when you stand in front of the door and refuse to let him leave- He also doesn’t resist when you carefully take his arm and lead him back to bed, coaxing him under the blankets- Nor when you start rubbing his shoulders- He does go concerningly stiff for a few moments, but soon starts to relax- Most people could never touch him this way without getting blasted into dust- But you have certain…privileges- The shoulder rub soon escalates into a back massage- He sinks further and further into the mattress until you notice he isn’t moving- He’s sound asleep, and stays that way for fourteen hours straight- Needless to say, he’s much happier and more appreciative of your efforts when he wakes up, feeling well rested for the first time in months
Underswap
- The idea surprises him so much that he doesn’t even know what to say- He’s just the ferryman, he serves others- He can’t remember the last time someone wanted to do something for him, let alone for a whole day- The offer might be politely declined, at first- Until you insist upon it- He’s always spoiling you and doing sweet things out of nowhere, so you’ve been dying to return the favor- You start off with a classic: flowers- For a few moments he forgets how to breathe- No one’s…ever given him flowers- He gives them to you for every occasion, but in his time that’s how it was done- This is unprecedented- He loves it- Throughout the day, you repeatedly tell him he’s handsome and give him more gifts- Some books, a new pin for his cloak, his favorite chocolates…- The special treatment has him blushing like mad- He finds it equal parts bizarre and flattering to be the one getting pampered- It makes him so content and comfortable that he doesn’t notice when you pull his hood down- Though the moment his face is exposed, he freezes- You’ve seen it before, and your reaction is always positive- But he’s still…nervous- He finds there’s nothing to worry about when you cup his cheek and express just how lucky you are to have him- This is a day he’ll never forget
Outertale
- He’s been catered to his whole life- Your idea is initially laughed off as silly- He says you don’t have to bother, there are servants for that- But the smile flies right off his face when he sees your hurt expression- It hadn’t occurred to him that you might be serious- He immediately backtracks and adds that he’ll happily accept- Not like he’s expecting anything grand, maybe a few extra compliments or whatever- What you end up doing is far, far greater- You take him on a surprise trip to the Museum of Natural History- He is stoked af- This is like his version of Disneyland- You’re pulled to every exhibit- He reads every placard, listens to every audio description available- Sometimes he’ll proudly throw in a fact or two he’s learned on his own- Lowkey trying to show off to his human- The planetarium is undoubtedly his favorite part- But…it does make him feel homesick- You notice he’s less talkative after the show, and the space exhibit makes him a little teary- All it takes is a hug and some obnoxious PDA to bring him back around- You make a lot of strangers uncomfortable with your obvious monster/human relationship, but fuck ‘em- You’re happy, your smol is happy, and that’s all that matters
Mertale
- The very first thing he asks for is to visit your house- It’s visible from the water, though he’s never been inside- You can’t refuse when he looks so hopeful…so how the heck are you gonna transport a 10 foot fish across the beach???- You end up borrowing a friend’s wheelbarrow and filling it with as much saltwater as you can- Gaster pulls himself into it- You try to lift the handles- Which immediately fails- With the water and Gaster’s weight combined, it’s way too heavy to move on your own- Gast offers help through telekinetic magic, which takes a significant amount of the strain off- It’s…still not easy- You do get to the front door, eventually- Gaster flops onto the ground and-- You’ve got to be kidding- He enters your house by hopping on his belly like a seal- It looks fucking hilarious- Through this absolutely ridiculous mode of locomotion, he finds your bathroom and commandeers the tub- Your bathroom is almost flooded, your arms feel like they’re gonna fall off, and there’s a crack in the wall because Gaster accidentally slammed into it on the way through the door- But it’s all totally worth it- He looks so happy- You give him a rubber duck to play with (winks @myfancyfandomlife), a bag of cheetos, and your phone (which is thankfully waterproofed)- Your camera roll is soon filled with blurry pictures of Gaster and the duckie- You’re too exhausted to cart him back home right now, so he gets to stay the night
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