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crystal-moon-101 · 3 years

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Since I saw people talking about Ben's little big chill kids, I thought I'd finally do some headshots of my ones, who are also a part of my Ben 10 Next Gen. For me, I've always imagined that for young necrofriggians, they all start out looking the same (Beyond some size difference), but as they grow older, they'll start to develop their own patterns, small body traits and shades of colour, as showcased here. I'll share the little info on each sibling, and the basics of who they are as a person. When Ben first found them again, saving them from poachers and going full mum mode, they had been developing these different psychical traits, but not enough to identify each properly on their own, so while giving them names, Gwen used bandana pieces to colour code them, and each kid still wears theirs to this day, slightly modified. So here they are now, as full grown young adults. You can follow from left to right each row, or just the colours next to their names. -North (Black)- The largest and physically strongest of the kids, North acts as the leading member when Ben isn't around, doing their best to watch out for their siblings and be a middle ground to them. It's been this way since they were born, looking out for them and doing whatever they can to protect the others. This has resulted in North collecting quite a few scars and wing tears, though they wear them with pride, wanting to display how strong they are to others. They often looks up to Ben when it comes to being a hero, in how their mumdad protects others and the galaxy, and wants to be a fighter like him one day, often asking to train with their mumdad whenever he's around. Ben has suggested Plumber training for North, but they're still thinking about that. -Tundra (Red)- Tundra is a very curious one, and is known to wander off when things catch their interest. They prefer using experience to learn from, thus making them quick on their feet when something happens, and good at thinking logical. When the siblings are struggling with something, or come across some kind of problem, it's often Tundra who provides the quickest answers that should go well for them. That being said, due to their wandering, they gave gotten into trouble a few times and need to be saved by their siblings or Ben, as despite how smart they are, they can be a bit of a ditz when something catches their interest. -Grey (Silver)- Having a connection to the earth bellow, Grey often spends their time searching caves, and any hidden areas they can find. They especially love to research and find minerals of any kind, ranging from metals to gems, sometimes even studying their metal lunch for the day before eating it. Because of this, they can be carelessly dirty, and aren't the cleanest of people, but does pick up after themself when reminded. Grey is also pretty close with their sibling Storm, and surprising Gwen and Ben when first hearing the two call each other "Dweeb" and "Doofas", when first meeting them again. -Storm (Brown)- As someone who likes to spend a lot of time flying and high in the clouds, Storm is fascinated by the weather and how it behaves, and feeling the cold fresh air and challenging themself with flight training. This has provided them to have the most agility in the air, and knows the best ways to build up speeds, while also not draining themself. Whenever they aren't flying around, they're doing research on the weather, very keen to be a meteorologist one day. Whenever Ben visits, they will often ask him about the weather on other planets, and any adventures he's had in the sky. Storm is also pretty close with their sibling Grey, and surprising Gwen and Ben when first hearing the two call each other "Dweeb" and "Doofas", when first meeting them again. -Crystal (Blue)- Graceful on their feet, Crystal is a charming and gentle person, with a keenness for the art of dancing, especially when hovering in the air. This was something sparked in them when seeing how the patches in their wings, which are see through, glittered and reflected light through them, making Crystal often move around to see what they could get them to do, and the introduction of dancing was something they latched onto as a result. They are one of the hardest of the siblings to get angry, upset or rile up, and often goes with the flow and speaks in a slow and soft voice. Because of their kind nature and beautiful display of their wings, Crystal has attracted many others who are interested in them, many falling for them after meeting Crystal for a mere minute, though they tend to pretend not to notice, and turn down those who ask. -Orion (Orange)- Having an eye for art, Orion is a skilled painter and drawer, while also dabbling into other art forms to create things, their room filled with their works of art, and often creating gifts for others. From when they were little, Orion has always admired their auntie Gwen, and are always keen and eager to hang out with her when she visits, showing every new drawing and painting they have made while she was away. In fact their fondness for auntie Gwen is why they picked the orange bandana, as it reminded them of her hair. -Neva (Green)- Fashion focused and head strong, Neva is a keen one, who knows exactly what they like and isn't afraid to say it. They love designing things to wear, especially since fashion isn't that big on Kylmyys, and Ben brings them fabrics and items they request from earth whenever he comes by on a visit. Though, despite Neva's expensive tastes, they are most certainly aren't a snob, and more often than not create outfits and accessories for others that Neva knows they'd like, and wants to bring out the best beauty in them. Though admittedly, they can get a bit carried away if someone asks for fashion advice, or even brings up the idea of something related to it. Neva also a bit of a business mind too, having gotten some clients recently on their homeworld after seeing what Neva could make. -Raine (Aqua)- A very sweet young one, Raine has a keen eye for collecting things, particularly shiny or unknown stuff. From gemstones to simple earth utensil, if something interests them, Raine is known to take it with them, sometimes snatching without thinking. They don't mean any harm, and just sometimes think before acting, and will give something back if they've realized what they've done, but if it's clear they can keep it, then they aren't one to share, though do like to show off what they have with joy. They are also very well organized, knowing where everything they own is, and even when their siblings misplace something, having a photography memory and mental list of things. They may own a lot of stuff, but that doesn't mean they want to live in a pigsty. -Vale (Yellow)- Being one of the quiet ones, Vale likes to keep a lot to themself, and don't speak very often, only when they need to. They spend a lot of time outside, observing nature as it passes by them, using a little diary to note down what they see, hear, feel, smell and even taste. They like to appreciate silence and the world around them, and the beauty of nature, and collect little things to store away in their diary as memory. Whenever they visit earth, they love to visit the forests in the spring and summer, seeing the range of colours blooming from flowers, and has many flower prints because of this. -Lux (Beige)- Quite the basic of people, Lux likes to live life in a simple way, and tends to try and stare clear of any chaos, which is quite hard when you have 13 wild siblings. Because of them, they can come across as annoyed and frustrated at times, and can be blunt and honest, but they do love their siblings, and is often the one that says what's needed to be said. Lux also have massive wings compared to their body, a ratio none of the others have, and use to trip over their feet a lot growing up. Now, their massive wings are a great way to hide away when they're not in the mood to talk to read a book, or to hug a family member when seeing them down. -Micha (Pink)- Bubbly and sneaky, Micha has been dubbed the "Pink Ninja" for a reason, someone almost always able to hide away and sneak up on others. They love to jump scare people, and has found more and more crafty ways to get around without being noticed, even without their ability to go invisible. They love to pull jokes and get a laugh out of people, and Micha is known to have a snort with their own laughter. It's always their mission to catch Ben off guard when he visits, as each time it gets trickier due to him knowing it's coming, and his training and skills build up over the years, but Micha always finds a way in the end. -Zodiac (Gold)- Patient and often neutral toned, Zodiac is often seen to be pretty wise. From a young age, they've always loved stories from history, especially those about myths and legends they hear from around the galaxy, and spend a lot of their time reading and researching anything they hear about, always keen to hear a new story they may have never heard about before. It always fascinates them how much Ben has seen and done, and the stories he tells, Zodiac is practically fond of those about Alien X and Celestialsapians, and wants to meet one one day. -Alaska (White)- High on energy 99% of the time, Alaska is always zooming around and never has time to stop. They rarely sit still for long, and it takes a lot to drain them of their endless energy, always moving in a blink of an eye. Because of this, Alaska is the fastest of the crew, which has come in handy often. But they can be easily bored, and a little frustrating to deal with when they don't pay attention, but they do like to spend that energy by jumping around each sibling to spend the day with, and wants to engage in all of their activities to support them. -Arlo (Purple- The smallest of them, Arlo was born the runt of the group, but thanks to their siblings, especially North, they managed to survive childhood when most other necrofriggian runts would have died. This makes Arlo the baby of the group, and the one they all want to protect, even if it can be a little baring at much, wanting to prove they can be strong on their own. And Arlo somewhat got their wish, when reaching a certain age and Ben learning that one of his children had the spark, thus meaning Arlo is an Anodite, and is able to use magic, though they're far from being perfect at it, and their small body sometimes struggles to keep up. But each day Arlo practices, wanting to feel more than just the tiny one, but they are generally kind and great with emotions, being very supportive and just trying their hardest.

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allthingskakashi · 4 years

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Hi! Coul a request a scenario that involves Sukea please? Like the reader has a crush on Kakashi and he finds out because her friends tease her in front of sukea and then Kakashi asks her on a date idk if I’m making a point, or can just do anything you wish that involves him pleasee? Thank you ♥️

Okay first of all, that's a really innovative idea!! I loved it. Secondly, I'm sorry it took me so long to get to this but ahh well here it is now and i really hope you like it ❤️

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[Kakashi x Reader] || 3k words

a/n : ugh tbh I've been running a little low on creativity lately which is why i hadn't posted anything for like a week but i also didn't wanna go without writing anything so well... I tried. 😩

You sit in the small dumpling restaurant with your friends Kurenai and Anko. Beyond you, the falling dusk envelopes your village in mystical hues of blue and red. It’s Friday, which means the weekend has rolled in after a long and tiresome week. The thought of being off duty for the next two days lifts your spirits, and you look forward to spending the time relaxing at home in your own company.

The evening is busy, streets bustling, vibrant with the hustle of villagers; some heading for a night out with friends, some returning home to spend time with family, some getting ready to go out on a date, everyone looking like they have somewhere to be, something to do.

You sigh, shoving a dumpling in your mouth.

“Why the long face?”, Anko asks between chomps.

“It’s nothing” you shrug, your tone failing to fool anyone.

There’s a soft creak as the gate to the shop opens behind you, a small gust of air whooshing in from outside. The merry chatter in the room comes to a sudden halt, to be replaced by sounds of hushed murmurs and whispers. You glance at the group of women sitting in the table ahead of you, staring at something with mouths open wide in awe. Ahead of you, Anko’s eyebrows are furrowed, a curious smile touching the corner of her lip.

You turn behind, wanting to catch a glimpse of whatever it is that has managed to elicit such a response from the entire room.

Your eyes fall upon a handsome young man, who has just now walked into the restaurant and taken a seat behind you. You feel your heart skip a beat. He’s easily one of the most handsome men you’ve ever seen. A mop of thick brown hair adorns his head, a tint of purple on his eyelids and stripes of the same colour running across both cheeks. His face is sharp with an angled jawline and he has on a long trench coat with a scarf around his neck. He’s also holding a camera, you notice.

Probably an outsider.

A waitress walks over to him, standing by him and twirling a curl of hair, visibly enchanted by his charms.

Someone thumps the front of your table, startling you. “Jeez y/n, get a grip!” Anko’s voice brings your attention back to your friends as you finally tear your eyes away from the mysterious man in the table behind you.

“What? I wasn’t checking him out” you sputter, unnerved.

“We didn’t say you were”, Kurenai chimes in.

You feel your face getting hot as red tinges your cheeks and you look away, avoiding your friends’ eyes.

“Hey, why don’t you go talk to him? Maybe ask him out?” Kurenai says, her eyes lighting up.

You open your mouth to say something, but Anko cuts in.

“Because she’d rather sit around pining for Kakashi and doodling his name on her diary. How long has it been now? 7 years?”

Kurenai giggles, but puts a comforting arm around your shoulder.

“Alright now, go easy on her��, she says kindly. “But she’s got a point y/n. You and Kakashi have known each other for a long time. You’ve kept your feelings to yourself for years now, I really think it’s time you go out and do something about it. Who knows, maybe he feels the same way about you. Why don’t you give it a shot?”

You let out another sigh and look at your lap. “I just don’t think it’s the right time yet.”

But that was a lie. You’d had feelings for Kakashi ever since you were a teenager. You had always been friends, but you wanted more. You loved being in his company and you had a lot of mutual respect and admiration for each other. But you could never bring yourself to just say the words to Kakashi. There were times when you almost blurted it out, and times when you felt like maybe he felt the same way about you too… but they may have been delusions, for all you knew. You didn’t know anything for certain. And that’s what stopped you from gathering up the courage to say it to him. You told yourself and your friends who knew that you would someday, when the time is right, but it was all a big fat lie. You were scared, and that was the truth, as much as you hated to admit it.

You watch Anko roll her eyes as Kurenai exhales, tilting her head.

“Y/n…It’ll never be the right time. Just do it. You’ve taken down S-rank criminals, you can handle this. Trust me, even the copy ninja can’t resist THAT” Kurenai cheers, grazing her eyes up and down over you with a suggestive smile, her voice encouraging. You chuckle, waving your hand dismissively in embarrassment.

“Look”, Anko interjects in her matter-of-fact voice. “Kakashi’s a wuss. If you wanna get it on with him, you gotta make the move. He’s even worse than you so pussy up and ask him. If I have to hear another of your lovelorn sighs one more time, I’ll go tell him myself.” She says, shoving her last dumpling in her mouth and gulping down a glass of water.

You’d been friends with Anko long enough to know not to put it past her. Besides, they were right. It HAD been very long. Perhaps you really did need to pussy up.

Ughhhhh. Why couldn’t this be easier?

“Anyway, I’m gonna go hit the bar. Any of you suckers wanna join me?” Anko asks, getting up from her chair.

“I can’t. I invited my team over for dinner tonight so I’ll get going.”, Kurenai says, collecting her purse and getting ready to leave as well.

“It’s okay, you guys go. I’ve got some things to do” you say, waving them off.

You watch your friends go out the exit and disappear along the curve of the street. Truth is, you kind of want to be alone, maybe take a walk around the village, gather your thoughts. This conversation with your friends today stirred something in you and you need time to think. You’d let things go on as they were for very long now, but it was time you took matters in your own hands.

Putting the bill down on the table, you head towards the door. Your eyes fall where the man was sitting but the seat is empty now, and you catch him ahead of you, just a few steps away, also heading towards the door. You stand close behind him, clutching your purse to your rib as he opens the door. His elbow juts out, knocking the bag out of your hand as it falls to the ground.

For a quick second you think it’s a thief and you’re almost about to strike a blow but the man crouches down quickly with an “I’m so sorry”, picking your purse up and holding it out to you.

Up close this way, you can see his eyes. There’s something familiar about them but you can’t put your finger on what it is. “Thanks” you mutter, taking the purse from him, your mind still trying to comprehend why this man you’ve never seen before feels so familiar.

“Are you a tourist? I don’t think I’ve seen you around here before”, you ask, concealing the suspicion in your tone.

Your village is a small one and almost every face is familiar. Having a visitor in the village is quite unheard of and your instincts tell you that something feels off.

He clears his throat before answering. “Hi, I’m Sukea. I’m a reporter from the Land of Fire. I’m here to conduct research for an article” the man replies, almost in an automated tone but with a smile that immediately softens his features. He’s got a mole under his bottom lip, you notice.

Gosh, that’s a pretty face.

Before you have the chance to say anything else or ask more questions, he mumbles that he’s getting late for something and turns away, hurrying down the street.

You stand there, watching him go.

Weird.

But you’ve got other things to think about now, decisions to make, so you shake the thoughts of this mystery man off your head, although you can’t help mulling over why he felt so eerily familiar.

You walk down your usual route in the quieter part of the village. Walks always somehow help you clear your mind. The air has cooled down now and there’s a slight chill in the air. A sweet smell of flowers wafts through. You lose track of time walking around the entire village, over the cliff, through the forests, by the stream which shimmers under the moonlight.

It’s almost ten by the time you reach home and the walk makes your calves ache. Probably wasn’t such a good idea to go on such a long walk after injuring yourself on your last mission.

You freshen up and throw yourself down on your bed, glad for the two days of rest that awaits you.

Pulling the blanket over your head, you turn to your side and close your eyes. Kakashi’s face appears almost instantly, the images playing a montage in your head.

His smile that makes buds bloom into flowers… his laughter so pure like a young boy’s…his silver hair which sparkles in the sun, making you want to run your fingers through it… the warmth of his voice when he talks to you-- and suddenly something goes off in your brain. Like a flame igniting. Or rather, a long burning flame finally receiving emancipation. There’s a jolt through your veins and you think—Tomorrow. I’ll tell him tomorrow.

And before you have time to process the sudden thought, languor takes over your body, lulling you to sleep.

You’re up early the next morning, the jolt from last night still coursing through your veins. You’re feeling pretty confident, more than you ever have. Today’s the day you tell him.

But first, you have to head over to the Missions Desk to submit your report. You bash yourself for putting it off till now.

The day outside is beautiful, white cotton clouds floating aimlessly across the azure sky. A pleasant breeze tickles your skin in soft whispers.

You reach the main office and submit your file. The room is empty, except for the people working behind the desks. The man in front of you takes your file, checking the date of your mission and you’re sure you can see a look of judgement flash across his eyes.

You almost feel a little guilty.

“You know, all the other jounins have submitted their reports already” he mutters, not looking up from your file.

“Well actually…”

There’s a voice behind you, and you turn around at the sheepish tone of the familiar voice. Your heart instantly paces up. Kakashi. There’s a file in his hand too. You can’t help the smile that escapes.

You look at him as he comes forward, handing his file over. The man shoots him a similar glance and shakes his head, but doesn’t say anything. You can tell that this must not be the first time. Kakashi smiles sweetly at him, before turning away and looking at you.

“Y/n! Didn’t think I’d run into you here…”

Your blood pounds in your ears as you recall the resolve you made to yourself last night. You’d promised yourself you’d tell him today but right now, in this way? You weren’t ready for this. You hadn’t prepared what you were gonna say, or how you’d say it. A hundred thoughts run through your head.

Hell with my resolve. This really isn’t the right time. I can’t do this.

But on the other hand…

Your brain goes at odds with your heart as you realise you haven’t answered Kakashi yet.

“You okay?” he asks, his voice concerned.

You straighten up, composing yourself.

“Oh hey yeah, I’m fine! I’m great. What’re you upto?”

“Just got a few things I need to do”, he shrugs, walking beside you as the two of you come out of the office into the main corridor of the Hokage Mansion.

“Right. Got any missions this weekend?” you ask, stalling to give yourself time to think clearly.

“Nope. You?”

“No. You?”

“You already asked me”, he chuckles. “So uh. Where are you headed?”

Ugh. This is a disaster.

“Just the market. I… I need to buy fish for dinner”

You feel your palms getting clammy as the air starts to feels too tight. You look at Kakashi out of the corner of your eye and you notice.

He looks nervous too. He’s fidgeting with his hands and there’s something strange about him.

“Well…uh” he stutters, rubbing his neck with his hand before looking at you. “maybe you don’t.”

You look up at him, your eyes wide and face scrunched up in confusion. You’re outside the tower now, standing on the street.

“I…don’t?”

He scratches the back of his head.

“Uh…I mean…I’ve got fish.”, he stammers. There’s a very visible tint of red on his cheeks.

You’re utterly wrapped in confusion by now, and you wonder why he’s acting so strange. Unsure of where he’s getting with that, you say, “Um…That’s nice. Where do you buy fish from? I’ve heard the market by the Temple is good for seafood. I haven’t had the chance to try it out myself though.”

Mother Earth please swallow me whole.

Kakashi lets out a nervous laugh, still fidgeting around with his hands and looking everywhere but directly at you.

“Y/n what I’m saying is…maybe you don’t need to buy fish for dinner because” he looks at you from under his shaggy bangs,which fall over his eyes in the absence of his headband. The tint of his cheeks deepens. “well, because I was thinking maybe you could come over…and I could…cook dinner for the both of us...? Or um go out, whatever you’d like” he says, immediately looking away.

You’d never thought it was possible for the calm and cocky Kakashi Hatake to look this nervous. It’s quite a sight. You might have laughed at it if you weren’t just as nervous yourself.

“Like on a date?” you ask, shock evident in your tone. Your heart is battering in your chest.

This is a very, very surprising turn of events.

“Well…yes”, he breathes, barely meeting your eyes now.

You can hear your heart in your ears. And suddenly, it feels like spring has bloomed inside your heart. Not just your heart but everywhere around you. Like you’ve been transported to a meadow and there’s only flowers and rainbows and butterflies all around.

A breeze passes through, sending a few petals from nearby trees floating along the street. Strands of your hair blow into your eyes.

You sweep them away, looking up at him to see him looking at you, his eyes hopeful, waiting.

You meet his gaze with your burning eyes and smile, tucking another loose strand behind your ear.

“I’d love that” you say before looking down, your tone barely containing the ecstasy you feel within. You feel the chirp of a thousand birds singing inside your heart.

His eyes light up, mouth forming into a grin as you see the muscles on his face relaxing visibly.

Kakashi’s eyes crinkle from the smile and he says, “Well then…I’ll see you for dinner.”

He starts walking away, before turning back and calling out “Oh and yes, I do buy my fish from the market by the temple.”

And with that, he turns away grinning, disappearing with a whoosh, leaving you to stand there, still in shock and gaping after him; wondering which stars had aligned, what forces in the universe had conjoined and what twist of fate had occurred, turning your life around, making you the happiest woman in the world, in the span of just one day.

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Aaand a lil bonus addition :-

It’d been around two months that you and the silver haired jounin of the Leaf had been together. Almost everyone in the village knew by now and it had been two months of pure unadulterated bliss. You fit so well together, it felt as if you’d never been apart.

Today was just another lazy afternoon, with you and Kakashi in bed, entangled in each other’s arms, neither one of you wanting to leave your little heaven on earth.

You intertwine your fingers with Kakashi’s, backing into him so you’re pressed against the warmth of his body.

“Hey, Kakashi?” you whisper.

“Hm?” he replies, sleep mangling his voice.

“I’ve always wondered. Why did you ask me out that day? You told me you’d liked me for a long time too. So… why not before? Why that day?”

He chuckles softly into your hair, pulling you closer with his arm.

“Well” he says, almost in a whisper. “I thought it was time I stopped being a wuss.”

“Huh?”

“It had been a really long time and… I thought it was time to, how do I put this, pussy up.” he says into your neck, his voice calm, but with just a tinge of amusement.

WAIT A MINUTE-

You jerk up on the bed, freeing yourself of his grip and turning to face him.

A subtle smile plays across his lips but his face is tranquil, giving nothing away.

Panic rises in you and you shake his arm vigorously. “KAKASHI! HOW-HOW DO YOU KNOW ABOUT THAT?”

He doesn’t stir, eyes closed tight, pretending to be sleeping.

“KAKASHI TELL ME RIGHT NOW” you continue shaking him, but it’s in vain, the man doesn’t stir.

You sigh, replaying the day from two months ago in your head, ravaging your brain for any possible hint. And just like that, it dawns upon you.

“Oh my god—That was you.” You blurt, everything suddenly clicking into place in your head. You feel like a fool for not realising sooner.

He remains unmoving, eyes closed shut. But you don’t miss the slight wrinkle of his mask as his lips upturn into a grin beneath it.

“That was you, wasn’t it??? It was! You sneaky little bastard!” you shriek, jabbing at his arm with a few pokes, but it does nothing.

“Kakashi!”

“Ssshh, I’m sleeping” he whispers in fake slumber, a smile grazing his mouth as he wraps his arm around you, pulling you back into the bed with him.

“Did you really just shush m- “ you begin in protest, but your sentence remains unfinished as he presses his mouth onto yours, catching your lips in a kiss and shutting you up before you can say more.

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sns-tropes · 4 years

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sns fic: with you

chapter summary: Living together in konoha after the war forced them to face their demons. Living together isolated in the mountains might force them to face a little more. Like domesticity.

pairing: sasuke/naruto (ninja!verse) post-698, sequel one-shot to heart in your hands

rating: Mature, warnings: angst, hurt/comfort, words: 3k+

A/N: this is the epilogue!!! If you’d like to read the completed fic that prologues this, chapter by chapter you can read it here on ao3

- jeni

Shikamaru shouldn’t have ever referred to this mission as a vacation. It’s anything but a vacation. It’s freezing up here, for one thing. The snow covers the village square market in a thin sheet where footprints turn the walkway into slush. Sasuke hears the crunch of ice under his boots as he makes his way towards some much needed supplies. They need more firewood, a bag of rice, other heavy things that he really doesn’t want to carry up the mountain.

But this was the deal for today. It’s technically their day off. But the first half of the day was for recording. Naruto was up the mountain writing everything down that they had discovered the day before. It’s nothing exciting or worthy of writing. But they must write every detail down. That’s part of the mission. He can’t help but feel like he should start going over what Naruto writes. He’s not sure how capable he is in writing things clear and concise. He knows it won't affect his rank either way, but he might look stupid.

Sasuke sighs as he makes his way back, pack heavy and weighting on his shoulders. He’s been gone for a few hours now. He passes by one more booth. An old woman owns it who is always nice to him. In an odd kind of way though Like she knows things about him. She smiles at him and he slows to a stop. She seems to be the only one who isn’t alarmed by his rinnegan. But that could just be because of her lack of knowledge.

“Good afternoon, young man.”

He doesn’t say anything, just smirks as he scans over what she has today.

She leans over the counter. “A peculiar shipment came in today.”

“Peculiar?” He parrots.

She reaches down beneath the counter with a sly smile and comes back up with a small box in her hand. Sasuke doesn’t understand how she knows.

“Your clothes smell like smoke. Not from fire.”

Ah so that’s it. It's been a month. A month since they've gotten here. Three weeks since the last cigarette he smoked. He hasn’t been able to find any. He not sure what brand it is, but it will do. He’s surprised she even thought of him enough to stock up on them. He pulls out his wallet, but she holds up her hand to stop him. She hands him the box.

“This one’s on me.”

He smiles as he takes it, already thinking of a way to pay her back later. He doesn’t like to feel like he owes anyone.

Things have been strange since they arrived here. Not regarding the mission. The mission is rather boring. He doesn’t even know if he can really call this a mission.

They're not- They're not lovers. Sasuke doesn’t think they are. Then again, he’s never had one. He wouldn’t even really know what would classify as a ‘lover.’

But that’s the trouble he supposes. Because even though he’s never really been in love, he sure that’s what this is. He’s sure that’s what it’s been all along.

He places his pack down in the snow and sits down off to the side on a bench, ignoring the chill though his pants. He effortlessly lights his cigarette. The first drag is calming. Not that he wasn’t calm already. His thoughts really get to him lately. It makes him a little antsy. It’s really hard for him to go from being so sure of every action and decision to... second guessing everything.

They still have a long way to go. They’re not leaving for some time. Sasuke fears that every day he spends here with Naruto is just making him more dependent. He doesn’t know if that’s a good thing or not.

They barely speak. They don’t really touch as much as they did before they left. They hardly kiss. Sasuke thinks that maybe that bothers him. He got used to Naruto’s hands on him. He got so used to it, and now it’s like his touch is barely there.

Sasuke had a nightmare last night. He’s just gotten back into the habit of sleeping properly now. He feels safe. He feels like no one will betray him, or hurt him. So, he lets himself sleep. But the fear is still there. The irrational fear that he’s still fighting for a twisted cause where his brother's corpse follows behind him mockingly around every corner. He dreams he’s covered in blood and can’t wash it away and when he looks in the water, he can’t see anything but Itachi. He wakes up screaming because – Because that’s never how he wanted to remember him. He’s tired of remembering him only paired with the stain of blood.

Naruto had shaken him awake and held him fast. He makes sure there's no space between them as he whispers comforts into this ear. When he was finally calm, the warmth had gone. There was too much space between them again.

Sasuke sighs deeply around the cigarette smoke.

When had he become like this?

He supposes he can’t expect Naruto to pick up on every emotion he’s experiencing. But it’s not in Sasuke’s nature to say how he’s feeling either. He feels worried. Worried like he was about asking Naruto to come with him. Worried that Naruto- maybe doesn’t want him like he thought he did.

Makes him wonder- is it because he was so fragile? It is because yelled, and cried? Is it because Naruto felt an obligation to hold him together in those times? Sasuke’s heart clenches painfully at the thought alone.

He shakes the thought. He’ll chalk it up to Naruto giving him space. That’s the only thing that makes sense. Maybe he’s just too needy for his own good.

He finishes his cigarette and picks up his heavy pack again, securing it over his shoulders and tightening the straps for the trek back up the mountain. He follows the path through town until he reaches the archway where the last presence of windchimes sing gently in the slight breeze. Just before he reaches the incline of the path, he hears something. A small, pathetic noise.

He swiftly turns his head, attention on the noise that seems to keep repeating. He walks towers it, dipping into a narrow stone alley. No one’s been here for a while, there are no footprints in the snow.

It’s only when he’s almost at the end of the alley that he realizes what the sound it.

He looks down in the soggy frozen box on the ground. Two green eyes look up at him, one half shut like it’s been hurt. IT shivers in a blanket that’s just as frozen as the box. Its fur is gray, darker in certain spots. A cat.

It doesn’t stop looking at him. Another meow. He stares back, crouches down to its level.

He tries hard to feel nothing at all. It lifts a shaky paw to get some leverage up on the side on the box to get close to Sasuke’s face. It’s a kitten. Not a baby, but not fully grown either.

He sighs in defeat as his orphan sympathy kicks in. He reaches down without any more hesitance and picks the kitten up. He tucks the cat into the folds of his coat and buttons it up so he won't slip out.

He treads back to the market with a scowl to buy some milk.

He doesn’t know what Naruto will say about the cat. Honestly, he’s almost sure Naruto would love the idea. He approaches the house slowly, a little tired from the trek.

Naruto doesn’t look up from his writing when he walks in. Sasuke is very quiet though, so he clears his throat.

Naruto turns around swiftly, pen in hand.

“Hey...” He smiles warmly. His smile twists a bit, eyes narrowing in on Sasuke’s chest where it’s oddly puffy and- moving?

Sasuke drops his pack and sits next to Naruto on the floor to undo his coat.

Naruto’s eyes seem to actually glitter for a moment.

“Found him.” Sasuke mumbles. “In town.”

“What’s his name?” Naruto asks wistfully as he reaches for the small cat.

Their eyes catch. “I don’t know,” He says quietly, their eyes stuck in some kind of intense stare of something unspoken. “Give him one.”

“Oh,” Naruto smirks. He doesn’t even think. “Ichiro.”

Sasuke blinks at him. He doesn’t let the spell break though. He finds it’s rarer as the time goes and he holds onto it fiercely. “Ichiro.”

“I think it’s fitting.” Naruto explains.

Sasuke- doesn't know what to say to that. So, he laughs, shaking his head.

He has Naruto warm some milk for Ichiro in a pot while Sasuke looks over his notes. He looks over to where they’ve left the small cat in a washbasin of warmwater. He smirks. He’s glad he took him.

A letter comes from Sakura. Sasuke doesn’t read it. It’s addresses to both of them. Naruto says everything is going well in Konoha, and Sasuke believes that because why wouldn't it be? He still can’t help but feel unaffected by the information either way.

Today is a nice day. The snow is still thick, but the sky is clear and the sun is setting in bright oranges and purples. Sasuke takes the opportunity and heads out onto the Engawa, cigarette already lit.

Ichiro has gotten a little bit bigger now. It’s only been a couple weeks but they’ve fed him well. He takes a drag as he eyes Their pet rounding the side of the house. He never really goes too far. The wolves howl at night, and he’s a smart cat. Sasuke feels like a proud father in a comical sort of way.

Night is creeping up over the horizon slowly. The final shreds of light are ebbing away as Ichiro treks off to find some defenseless bird to maim. Sasuke is on his third cigarette and he knows he should stop. It’s almost like he’s trying to catch up on the smoking. He thinks maybe it will somehow stop the shake in his hands. The shake that Naruto usually stops with the gentle touch of his hands settling over his own.

Not as of late. Sasuke swallows a lump in his throat. It still doesn’t go away. God, what is wrong with him?

He can hear Naruto stepping out onto the Engawa behind him. He expects a few things. A touch to his shoulder, an embrace from behind him, even a smack on the back of the head would suffice. Anything is better than this.

It’s not the place he knows it’s not. They love it out here. He can’t say the cold is his favorite thing about it. But the people don’t know them. There are no assumptions about them. Everything is fresh and new, like starting over. It makes him feel like maybe he doesn’t even deserve that. It’s too easy this way, too good.

He knows that Naruto likes that about the mountains as well. But there’s something that’s bothering Naruto. He can tell. He doesn’t seem unstable. He seems fine, really. But there’s something that’s causing him to be too distant. He’s too far away from Sasuke. Standing two feet away from him- It's just- It's too far. Sasuke doesn’t move. He doesn’t reach for him. The lump in his throat doesn’t go away. He closes his eyes as he takes a drag and tries not to look at him. He’s so tired of feeling weak.

Even though he’s admitted that he doesn’t mind being ‘weak’ with Naruto, It’s still new. Even after all these months, his old ways still come back to him every once in a while. That nagging thought pattern that tells him that to love is to be weak. To love Naruto is to be weak. He knows logically, and emotionally, that it’s not fair to think this way. So, because he cares about being better and staying better, he pushes the thought away. He replaces it with the memory of Naruto’s arm wrapped around him in the soft sheets as he cried into his shoulder over- well, over everything.

The tension is very thick as they stand there. The snow is falling gently, and the last sliver of light is lowering itself down behind the woodsy peaks. Sasuke wonders if Naruto can feel it. The tension. The struggle he’s feeling.

Naruto startles him out of his thoughts with his voice. But he doesn’t move. He’s wearing a dark Yukata, which is stupid for this kind of weather, with an extra layer thrown over it to fight the cold.

“You know, the last time I was in the snow- before we moved up here,” He starts somewhat evenly, “I was looking for you.”

Sasuke’s interest is slightly piqued as he turns his head to listen more intently.

“We all looked for you. When everyone decided that you should be executed- Well I-”

“You what?” He asks quickly. He remembers Kakashi telling him briefly about how Naruto vouched for him. About how he buried his knees in the ground to beg the Kage to spare Sasuke’s life. That he would take responsibility. That’s all Sasuke ever knew about it. At the time, it’s all he cared to know.

“I felt strange. I- I couldn’t breathe. I couldn’t think. I collapsed, unconscious in the snow.”

“Like before?” He questions carefully, “Like in back in Konoha?”

“Yes. Exactly like that. But- worse?”

Sasuke hums in response, the gears turning in his head, trying to figure out if there’s a point here. It was so long ago, it’s odd for Naruto to bring it up now. He remembers something. An unpleasant conversation with Sakura.

“He had a panic attack.”

“Yeah. He has those.”

“Since when?”

“Since you left.”

Something occurs to him then. Something that he should have realized sooner. He hands are still shaking. He wishes he could stop.

“Naruto,” He starts- doesn't quite finish yet. He drops the cigarette.

Naruto’s eyes lower to his hands and sees clearly how they shake. He takes them in his quickly as if he were late in doing so. Sasuke shudders under the touch as he grips back. Relief floods through him as he resists the urge to pull Naruto closer. He’ll let him set his own pace.

He takes a deep breath, feeling so far gone.

“What are you worried about?” Sasuke asks him. It’s a simple question. But a loaded one.

“I’m not worried you-.” Naruto stops. Laughs it off. “I’m not worried,”

“ Bullshit .” Sasuke accuses him. He should regret his word choice. But he can’t think twice about it right now. He can’t have things like this. He knows what bush Naruto was beating around, and Sasuke expects him to be more insightful. He expects him to have more confidence in him than that.

Naruto blinks. His hands drop. Sasuke wants them back. “Excuse me?”

“I’m not running off , Naruto.” He says sharply.

“I never said-”

“You didn’t have to.” He practically yells, voice wavering. He’s losing control again. He doesn’t trust himself to speak again. He’s afraid if he does, he’ll really lose any semblance of stability. If he ever had any to begin with.

“Sasuke...” Naruto’s voice softens as his eyes are intensely trained on Sasuke’s. He knows that Naruto can see the wetness of unshed tears. He feels so stupid. He doesn’t even know what they’re from. Sadness? Hurt? Rejection? Frustration?

Maybe all of the above. He feels like a ticking time bomb that only resets after it’s gone off.

“I don’t think that.” He says, but Sasuke doesn’t believe him.

“You do .” Sasuke says, trying to keep his tone even, barely managing.

“Well can you blame me?” Naruto Narrows his eyes accusingly. This is wrong. This is not what they’re supposed to say.

“ What !? Now that you don’t have to chase me, it’s not the same? Is that it?” He can’t stop the tears this time. The words were meant to sting just like Naruto’s stung with his. It has the adverse effect.

“Sauske, It’s not like that.” He says, voice soft again, reaching for Sasuke’s shoulder.

He pushes him back hard. Then again for good measure. He wants to put more distance between them. He can’t tell if he’s upset because Naruto’s words hurt him, or his words hurt Naruto.

“ Stop !” Naruto Scolds, reaching for him again.

“ Fuck you .” Sasuke sobs, pushing him again, right into the snow. Naruto grabs onto his shirt pulling him down with him. Sasuke fights him off on impact. Naruto tries to roll them over and pin him down. But Sasuke is too upset to listen, so he throws a punch, hitting him square in the jaw. He regains the upper hand too quickly for Sasuke to comprehend though the haze of his emotions.

“ Sasuke ,” Naruto yells, trying to pin his arms, “Will you- fucking stop .”

Sasuke doesn’t know what makes him say it. He never meant it. His words are as painful and cold as the snow and ice against his back.

“If you don’t want me anymore just- fucking say it !” He wretches out.

Everything stops. Naruto’s grip loosens on Sasuke’s wrist. He sits up, dragging sasuke with him. He takes hold of his hands again.

“Look at me.”

Sasuke doesn’t.

“ Look at me .” Naruto demands, squeezing his hands like a plead.

Sasuke’s wet eyes flicker up, guiltily looking at the redness of Naruto’s jaw where a bruise will surely form. Naruto breathes in as Sasuke breathes out.

He looks and he doesn’t know what Naruto could possibly say. He doesn’t know what will fix this. He doesn’t know how to apologize. He knows he’s picks lots of fights between them, but this- this feels different. Charged with something.

“How can you think that, hm?” His tone is gentle, like Sasuke is a child. He feels like one.

“I- You haven’t-” Sasuke can’t say it. He can’t say, ‘ you barely touch me,’ ‘you hardly look at me. ’

“I know.” Naruto confesses softly. “I didn’t want to scare you off.”

Sasuke blinks, completely dumbfounded and feeling like he’s been torn open. He didn’t expect this to be the reason. It seems too simple. He expected something far more complicated than this. He feels even more foolish now. He doesn’t want to admit it.

“I...” He blinks hard, trying to keep it all in still.

“Sasuke-” Naruto Bites his lip, looking down then back up at him fiercely. Why is this so hard? It shouldn’t be this hard after everything that’s happened. “I don’t expect anything from you. Whatever you want, is what I want.”

Sasuke releases a deep breath, letting go of his pride for just long enough to placate this horrible feeling in his heart.

“What if I want you to kiss me?” He asks, not completely steady.

“Then I’ll kiss you.” He admonishes.

He opens his mouth to speak again, but before a word can escape, Naruto’s lips are on his. He gives in right away, letting himself be consumed by it. He feels like it’s been too long. Even though he’s been right in front of him, it feels like he missed him.

Naruto pulls away and lifts them both up but to lift them out of the ice and snow. He takes them inside where it’s warmer a little wobbly on the way.

Sasuke pushes him down onto the mats where they sleep. Naruto pulls him down on top of him. Sasuke’s head rests there on his chest, and he can’t help but touch a hesitant hand to Naruto’s jaw where he left that ugly mark.

Ichiro walks up and perches right next to them, a blanket of quiet purrs filling the room.

“I’m sorry.” He mumbles to Naruto.

A hand closes over his to lower it away. “I forgive you.”

“ Why ?” Sasuke half-laughs, like he doesn’t deserve to be forgiven.

“Because I love you.” Naruto says very sincerely.

Sasuke freezes a bit, the phrase still a little foreign to him.

He doesn’t pull away. He holds on a little tighter.

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Hey @johnny-and-dora this is for you for the fall fic exchange!! This prompt I wrote for was “autumnal walk in the park” I’m really sorry a pre-series, pre-relationship undercover case is probably not what you asked for but it’s what came to me. Hope you like it!

Also thank you @b99fandomevents for organizing this. These types of things always strike excitement and activity in the fandom during the hiatuses. You guys are awesome!!

About a month ago, Detectives Peralta and Santiago made a huge bust of one of Brooklyn’s most prolific drug rings they’d been investigating since the early summer months. And it was awesome. They smashed into the doors of an abandoned warehouse straight out of an 80’s cop movie. All the men and women inside scattered and refused to go down without a fight, but they were no match for the Nine Nine. There were gunshots, screaming, kicking, punches, all the shebang that make these kinds of events extra epic. They got every single one of those sick, surprisingly attractive bastards. And Jake walked out of that place holding two handcuffed men in slow motion, with an ambient orchestra, an explosion behind him, and wearing sunglasses at night. He looked so cool.

Except they missed one dude. The leader of the drug ring. A fearsome man having hundreds of thousands of dollars to his name, elusive in records, and several deaths on his hands. His name… is Frank Smith.

Jake is still bitter about that.

The day before, Jake got a tip that this Anatole Kuragin (he refuses to call him Frank Smith) would be exchanging information with another dealer in plain sight at Prospect Park in the middle of the day. Jake guesses he understands the logic, no one would expect such a wanted criminal prancing around in daylight. But if he were truly smart, he wouldn’t risk it. And you can never tell if strangers walking through the park are also hiding in plain sight, waiting to catch you in the act and arrest you.

Captain Holt gave the orders for Jake and Amy to disguise as a married couple simply taking their child on a stroll through the park. Which is where they were now. Casually walking through Prospect Park pushing a clunky stroller they found in the precinct and wearing probably the dorkiest outfits Jake has ever worn on a case. He’s dressed like a father in suburbia, not a dope ass detective about to make a dope ass arrest.

“This is the worst. How am I supposed to look cool when I’m wearing a sweater vest and khaki pants?” he grunts toward his partner.

“Jake, this is not about looking cool, it’s about making the arrest and making the community a better place,” Amy says haughtily.

“This is like, the 20th case I’ve done with you and every single time you say something lamer and lamer,” he responds.

“I’m not the one keeping count.” Jake ignores her and instead makes his first survey of the park. They were told that the perp would be wearing a golden chain around his wrist to be easily recognized, but so far he sees no intimidating assholes wearing the friendship bracelet. Everyone here seems to be teenagers totally not smoking pot and families that look just like they do right now. They blend right in.

“The tip said that the exchange would be near the bridge. Let’s casually walk over there and take a ‘break’ on the bench and we’ll wait there,” Jake whispers to her.

“Ooh, it’ll give us time to enjoy the view. New York parks in Fall are the best. Everything is all colorful and beautiful, it’s like one of the only good things about this state,” Amy says. Jake switches his view from the people to the trees. It is beautiful, if he took casual strolls - which, who would want to be alone with their thoughts for that long- this would be the perfect time to do it. It’s picture perfect, with the way the leaves steadily drizzle down like rain, and the cloudy sky seems to bring out their vibrant colors. And the slight chill causing a want for warm drinks and comfy sweaters. It’s romantic, and he almost wants to pretend he’s not here for a case, and instead just take in the view. With his earphones in of course, he meant what he said about being alone with his thoughts.

“It’s a shame we’re working, I’d totally challenge on you who can make a bigger leaf pile,” she says with a smirk and he’s pulled out of his thoughts to cast her something impish.

“Oh, you’re on. We’ll come back tomorrow, I’ll even bring a pumpkin pie because I’m going to cream you,” he smirks. They reach the agreed bench to wait out the perp, and Amy struggles a bit to align the stupid stroller when she sits.

“What? That made literally no sense,” she says as he sits down beside her.

“Of course it does. What do you top pie with? Whipped cream and I’m going to whip you into cream, title of my sex tape.” Amy cringes and he can tell she’s resisting the urge to punch him in the arm.

“That’s disgusting, and if you have to explain the comeback then it wasn’t a good one.”

“Whatever,” he says. “Alright, back to business. You watch this way and I’ll watch that way,” he says and points in the opposite directions. All playfulness immediately leaves Amy’s demeanor and she’s back to being completely professional. It’s one thing Jake can admire about her, she’s incredibly dedicated at her job. She can flip the switch from casual to focused in a second, he can’t even do that.

Jake blinks away his thoughts, turning his attention back to his side. A comfortable silence falls between them, the only noise being Amy rocking the stroller back and forth and her shushing at the doll inside.

He’s trying not to show that he’s definitely staring intently at the man sitting alone on a bench, when he feels a sudden weight on his thigh. He looks down to see Amy’s hand opened expectantly. When he turns to her, she’s still just scouring the scene.

“What?” Jake asks. Amy turns back to him and flexes her hand in gesture.

“Hold my hand,” she says impatiently, as if this is just another everyday bit of police work.

“Hold your hand? For what?” he’s incredulous when he asks this, but he still places his hand on top of hers and Amy grips back.

“Because we’re supposed to be married,” she says.

“Isn’t the giant stroller in front of us indication enough that we’re straight smashing it?” Amy flashes him a glare.

“A stroller only goes so far, we won’t be very convincing if we’re stiff as boards.” She has a point, but of course he’s not going to say that out loud. Instead, he tightens her hand around his and pulls it closer to his lap. Out of instinct, of course, because that’s what couples do.

He can’t help but note that it feels kind of nice, her hand a cold contrast to his warm one. He tends to overheat, even in the Fall weather, and her hand provides some nice relief. He doesn’t dwell on that though, he has a case to solve, and it’s the last time he’ll ever hold Amy Santiago’s hand anyway.

Jake tries squinting as discreetly as possible at the wrists of those in his line of sight, trying to spot the golden chain. There aren’t many men lurking around the park, and none of them seem to be wearing any bracelets. Except for one guy, who has his hands behind his back. Jake keeps an eye on him.

“Are you cold, Patricia? You need mommy to give you another blanket?” Amy says loudly so anyone around them can hear.

“Patricia?” Jake asks.

“What about it, Jake” she groans, bracing herself for a round of teasing.

“That’s what you would name your daughter? Patricia?”

“It’s just the first one that popped into my head okay,” she hisses. “What would you name her?”

“Me? I’d probably name her something badass. Like Rogue, or Rebel,” he says, nodding his head.

“Rogue sounds like the antagonist of an awful racing movie,” she laughs. “If I had a daughter, I would probably want to name her something that’s kind of meaningful and touching. I’ve always thought about naming my daughter Carmen, after my grandmother,” she says.

“Aw, that’s actually really nice. Then I’d call her Caramel. Caramel Carmen. Giving your daughter nicknames is Peak dad.”

“Your daughter? Are we having this baby together,” Amy snorts, a mischievous glint in her eye. She absolutely knows that pointing this out will make him squirm, and Jake hates that she’s right.

“What? No! It’s just… the undercover situation that’s all… stop looking at me like that” he says and doesn’t wait for her reply, just puts his attention back to the mission. Thankfully she doesn’t press, just lets him continue the surveillance. What he sees is lots of people that look like them, but then again not really. There’s at least one parent with a kid around them or pushing a stroller as awkward as theirs. And in the park, with the autumn leaves falling around them, and the kids making piles and kicking at them. They’re real, natural, unlike they are.

He remembers having that with his own mom. Whenever his mom found time and wasn’t working, she would take him to the park. And in the autumn months, he’d do exactly what that little kid with the chocolate curls and Ninja Turtles beanie over there is doing. Shoving pine cones into his pocket and then chucking them into the arm to see how far he can throw them. Looking back to his mother for praise.

If he was a dad, he’d be throwing pine cones with him.

And for a moment, he doesn’t know why, he lets himself imagine what it would be like if this was real. If he was sitting in a New York park during its peak season, with a stroller in front of him holding a baby, a real baby that would be his, that would grow up to be like that little boy over there. The hand he’s holding in his lap would be his wife’s, a woman he actually loved. If it were his wife, he thinks, he wouldn’t just hold her hand, he’d lace their fingers together. He does just that, changing positions to demonstrate how he’d do it. He would also stroke her thumb softly, and he gives the hand he’s holding an experimental caress. He looks up at Amy, who is still rocking the stroller and her eyes still focused on what’s in front of her. If Amy were his wife, he’d playfully tug on that strand of hair that’s gotten loose from her ponytail- he stops. If Amy were his wife?

He blinks several times, pulling himself back to earth and away from whatever just happened. He even shakes his head a little for good measure, to rid of whatever the hell kind of intrusive thought that was. Amy would be the last person in the entire world he’d marry. He’s known her for a year now and the only non work related thing he’s ever heard her talk about was a seminar for perfecting the art of nonverbal communication. Which is like the nerdiest thing he’s heard anyone ever say. If anyone were to be his wife, it would be the hot, flirty, movie ticket seller that’s always giving him eyes.

He looks down at their hands to see that they’re still joined. Not only joined, but laced together. Not only laced together, but his thumb is still slightly caressing hers, and he quickly lets go like he’s burned himself. Amy doesn’t even seem to notice his internal struggle, or acknowledge the way he let go suddenly. She just puts the hand on the handlebar to aid the other.

Well… he guesses Amy is pretty in that pre-makeover nerdy type before the transformation that makes her popular kind of way. Not that he watches those movies.

But not for him, no way. Not Amy. He doesn’t even know why he’s still thinking about this.

“You want to yell at me for being stiff? You look like an animatronic,” he teases, hiding his awkward cough through a laugh.

“Shut up Peralta. I’m just trying to do my job here,” she says. A shiver suddenly wracks her body. “God, I need this guy to hurry up, I’m freezing.”

“Seriously? You’re wearing a scarf and gloves.”

“I get cold easily, leave me alone,” she says, and another shiver chatters her teeth a bit. It makes him feel kind of bad, the only reason they’re out here anyway is because he didn’t go for the ring leader first like he normally would before getting away. The boss is always the biggest collar, and in the excitement he didn’t think. So, before he can think about it too much, he’s shrugging off his leather jacket.

“Here, take this,” he holds it out for her.

“Oh, no, I’m fine man, I’ll just-“

“It’s fine, you wearing my jacket will add to our undercover look and make us less suspicious,” he says with a lowered voice. Amy purses her lips in contemplation for a moment more before taking the jacket and sliding into it, shuffling a little to make sure her badge, gun, and handcuffs are still easily accessible.

“Thanks,” she says, her voice betraying some shyness and embarrassment, she’s about to say something more when something catches her attention, her brows furrowing and lips pursing. “I found the guy. Gold chain on his wrist in plain sight.”

And just like that they’re back in the zone. Two detectives lurking about twenty feet away from the bastard they’ve got their eye on.

“Alright you get left, I’ll get right. Rosa is waiting for us in a black van over there so we have to grab him and take him to the car. Remember, be as quiet about this as possible, we don’t want to scare anyone.” Amy says. Of course with cases like these they can never be too quiet, but the quieter it is, the less panic there will be.

They both stand and walk the stroller towards the perp, Amy going left and him going right like instructed. Away from the bench they were sitting on, and away from the happy children and parents enjoying the daylight. Away from the little boy with the Ninja Turtles beanie that reminds him a little too much of himself. Away from the fathers he’ll probably never be.

And sure, maybe he won’t ever be a father, or have a wife to have autumnal strolls with. But right now he’s got what he does best. And he gets to do it right now, take down a badass crime boss in… maybe not the most badass outfit. You win some you lose some.

Being a detective is all he’s ever wanted, and he’s totally good with that.

He really is.

He swears.

#b99 2019 fall fic exchange #b99 fic exchange #b99 #b99 fics #my fics

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helpimdrowninginfandoms · 5 years

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mmmm hi I’m gonna post this here on my main, instead of on ask-the-blind-archer, but I made a thing for @speedythecat / @lloyd-garmadork ‘s Movie Verse Lloyd

@ceata88 @montyrouge @tyeler-kostlan @noramutaofrost @s-obbles @grumpy-zane @elizabethjullien if y’all wanna read this too

Deity grunted when she landed face first onto a wooden dock. Peeling herself up, she squinted at the now closing rift. “Great. Juuust great. Man, I was out grocery shopping, least you can do is spit out one of the oranges I bought.”

As though it heard her, the rift in the sky dropped a single orange at high speed down to the ground, which smacked her in the face.

“Thanks…” She sighed, picking the orange up off the ground and cleaning it with her gi top as she stuffed it in her pocket. “Now, where the hell am I?” Deity looked around to try and get her bearings, only to frown. “Well, it's nowhere I’ve been, but that doesn’t mean it’s dangerous. May as well look around while I wait for another rift to open.” She shrugged and began to explore the area.

A sniffle and a suppressed sob of frustration echoed from behind a nearby door.

Deity frowned and walked up to the large doors of the warehouse, leaning against it to listen. She was quiet, not wanting to reveal she was there.

“Can’t...do this.” The voice was shaky, and it sounded exhausted. “Can’t be a leader..ninja..frick!”

A kick sounded off against the door.

Deity hesitated before knocking on the door. The voice inside the warehouse sounded somewhat familiar, but not. As was the case with most universes she ended up in.

There was a gasp on the other side, and a quick shuffle. Then, the door opened.

Deity knew that face anywhere. Lloyd. Though this one was a bit..shorter. “Hey..you alright? You sounded like you were cry…” She lost her train of thought when she saw the metal stump attached to where his left arm used to be.

“Who are you?!” Lloyd pointed the sword at her, trying to keep his defensive stance up. “I don’t know what you heard but I don’t cry!”

“Woah, chill there Lloyd.” Deity held her gloved hands up in defense, staying still. “I’m not here to hurt anyone.”

Lloyd narrowed his eyes kept the sword steady.

Deity sighed. “Listen, I don’t even have any weapons on me right now. I was out grocery shopping.”

“...You have food on you?”

“Well..kind of, I fell through that rift up there and-” She began to gesture to the still closing rift in the sky, then paused. “Why do you ask?”

Lloyd huffed and lowered the sword, moving aside to let her in as the sky rumbled and rain began to pour. “It’s like..midnight and I haven’t eaten since three in the afternoon.”

“Oh dang, you forget to eat sometimes too huh?” Deity came inside the warehouse and looked around, stopping and staring at the mechs resting inside. “Wooooah-” She cleared her throat. Now probably wasn’t a good time to get distracted. “So, you live here or...”

“Not...usually.” Lloyd went over to the couch and dropped onto it, kicking the prosthetic Jay had clearly rested on it hours before, off of the couch.

Silence hung in the air as Deity carefully walked over and picked up the arm. “Nice craftsmanship. Can only assume Jay made this, his work is easy to recognize.”

Lloyd scoffed and rolled over on the couch away from her. “Stupid.”

“Me or the arm?” Deity frowned and sat down on the couch next to Lloyd.

“Arm.” It was an angry grumble, one that seemed to be laced with disdain for the metal appendage.

Deity looked over the arm, rubbing her thumb over the dragon’s head on it. “Why do you think it’s stupid?” Her tone wasn’t angry, it was soft. She wouldn’t scold him for something she thought once herself.

Lloyd lifted his head to look at her. He seemed to be holding back a mix of emotions. Anger, sadness, frustration. It was all etched into his expression. “Because it wasn’t supposed to happen, it’s not fair! I can’t be a good leader or a ninja if I-”

She looked over the arm and then to him. “If you don’t feel complete? If you feel held back? Inhibited?”

He slowly sat up, watching her in slight confusion. “How do you know I feel like that?” There was no way this total stranger who just suddenly fell from the sky could know anything about how losing his arm made him feel. “Explain. There’s no way you could know *so* much about this unless you-”

Deity raised an eyebrow. “Unless I what?”

Lloyd was silent, afraid to speak up. He hadn’t really vented his frustrations to anyone.

“Unless I know what you’re going through?”

Lloyd nodded.

Deity hesitated, then took the glove off of her right hand, and rolled her sleeve up. Revealing her own prosthetic that replaced her right arm, she let Lloyd look at it. “I remember when I lost my arm. I felt like I couldn’t do anything. I sat at my mom’s house for a week and moped.”

He thought it might be rude to ask how she lost it, so he asked a different question. It was quiet, laced with uncertainty, as if Lloyd himself were unsure if he should take the course of action he was thinking about. “Did you get revenge?”

“No. Because it wasn’t his fault. Truthfully, it was Garmadon’s.” Deity looked over the metal appendage, flexing her fingers.

“My dad? What did he-”

“Well, your dad from my universe, yes. But not this dad, not here. He hit Cole with a blast from a weapon that spewed dark magic.” Deity seemed...lost in a memory. “That happened before I met Cole. The curse is...like a parasite. It possesses Cole at random, and there’s no cure. He’s not mentally present when it happens. He was no control over his own body during the attacks. Cole is nothing more than a puppet to the curse. He only knows what transpired when it makes him have nightmares of what it’s made him do.”

Lloyd turned slightly pale, listening to all of this. “Is that why you didn’t hate him? Or get revenge? Because he’s not aware of it?”

“Yes.” Deity rubbed the black scarf around her wrist, toying with it.

“...You love that Cole, don’t you?” Lloyd had a hunch, but he didn’t want to assume.

“Yeah, I do.” Deity looked up from the scarf and then to Lloyd. “But don’t change the subject here, bud. We were talking about your arm.”

Lloyd huffed. He still didn’t want to talk about it, not yet. “Your leg and eye too, right? Your left foot sounds lighter than the other when it steps down, and your eye kinda...”

“...Glows? Yeah. But those are stories for another time.” Deity looked at him. “It gets better, you know? You’re not useless and all those other horrible things your brain might be making your think because of that injury and the prosthetic.”

“I’m not?” Lloyd began to look over her more carefully. Was she wearing a gi? “Hey...are you a ninja like me? An elemental master?”

Deity chuckled. “Alright, Alright. I’ll answer those. Yeah, I am. Didn’t know I was an elemental master my whole life, though.” She shook her head. “Lloyd, listen.” Her expression turned soft and kind. “It hurts, right? Your shoulder? Sometimes it feels like your arm is still there?”

Lloyd nodded. “Does that ever go away?”

She shook her head, giving Lloyd an apologetic look. “I’m sorry, I...really don’t know. I heard it goes away for some people, but I still have them every now and then.” Deity looked over the dragon crested prosthetic arm she held, then to Lloyd. “It took me a while to learn to walk properly again after I lost my leg, and it even took a while to relearn having a fully functioning arm and hand again.” She flexed her right hand. “I had a great support system to help me through it, though.” She grinned and nudged him with the green prosthetic. “You do too, Lloyd. Zane and the others are a fantastic support system. I mean, they’re your friends, right?”

He was quiet for a moment, lifting his head to look at his friend’s mechs that were parked in the warehouse. They were his friends. She was right. When he lost his arm, Jay had started drawing plans up to replace it with a prosthetic as soon as they’d returned to the warehouse. Cole had offered his music pod up so Lloyd could listen to some tunes to try and calm down. They’d all offered something to help. Even Zane had been sitting next him and applying ice to the swollen area above where the arm had been severed. Lloyd began tearing up, wiping his eyes and putting his face in his hands. “Y-Yeah, they’re pretty great.”

Deity frowned. “I wasn’t trying to make you cry, Lloyd-”

Lloyd grabbed Deity with his arm, burying his head in her shoulder as he let out a sob. “Stupid-”

She carefully closed her arms around him and gently patted his back. Deity was a little caught off guard by the hug, but she understood that he likely needed it. “It’s alright, Lloyd. You can’t stay in here forever y’know? I know it’s hard to try, but-”

“How do you keep up with the others?” He pulled away from her shoulder, now resting his cheek on it instead. “Do you end up needing to train differently because of the prosthetics?’ A huff left Lloyd as he wiped his eyes. “Did people look at you funny?” He glanced over at the card his friend Rain had made him. It was decorated in glass like stones, he knew where she’d gotten them-there was a little craft store down the block from the apartment complex. Still, it was cute. He’d taken it with him when he fled the house this afternoon because looking at it always put a smile on his face.

Deity chuckled. “Nah, I don’t need to train differently. I get roughed up just as much as everyone else does when we spar.” She shook her head. “I can keep up just fine on missions, don’t you worry. As for getting looked at…” She sighed. “Yeah. I do sometimes. Especially if I’m not wearing long sleeves when I go out.”

Lloyd frowned and lifted his head to look at her, pulling away to wipe his eyes again. “Should I wear long sleeves?” He was still a little worried about keeping the arm on all the time, and he’d already ripped a few hoodies trying to fit it into the sleeves.

She placed her hand on his shoulder and looked him in the eyes, her expression serious. “Lloyd, don’t you ever let anyone make you feel insignificant just because of the arm. You’re still you. You’re still the Green Ninja. You’re still Lloyd Garmadon. Something happened, and now you have a prosthetic. It’s going to be okay. If anyone makes fun of you, speak up about it. I know it can be hard sometimes, especially with all those eyes on you.” Deity shook her head and rubbed his shoulder reassuringly. “You can do it.” She picked up the green arm and offered it to him. “The question is, do you think you can?”

Lloyd reached his hand out to take the arm, but hesitated. He was worried about all this. Fingers flexing as he tried to think properly, Lloyd seemed to make a decision. Grabbing the arm and locking it into place on his shoulder, he gave his new friend Deity a grin. “Yeah, I think I can. Now, about that food you have on you…can I have it?”

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