#eevee writes

[eevee-eclair]

Maybe little trans oli drabble??? I don't even care what it's like actually about just whatever:))) if you want to

YIPPEE ANOTHER VOTE!! Here you go friend :D I wasn’t quite sure how to go about this (gosh im awful with vague and open prompts,,) so I hope it’s okay? I don’t think there’s any tws!

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“Joel!”

He jumped, dropping the quartz he was fitting into blocks. He turned with a huff, looking down at Oli with an unimpressed stare.

“Oli, mate, can’t you see I’m busy?” he halfheartedly scolded. “This quartz ain’t gonna form itself, y’know.”

His friend rolled his eyes as he clambered up Joel’s workstation to get to his eye level. “Oh, pish posh! You always have time for your favorite bard friend!”

A small smile creeped up behind Joel’s beard. “It usually depends on what said bard friend wants.”

Oli just rolled his eyes. “It’s actually a good reason this time.”

“Yeah?” he pressed. “Get on with it, then, mate.”

“You’re the god of illusions, yeah?” he asked.

Joel groaned and nodded. He regretted telling Oli that. “Yeah, what of it?”

“Can you get rid of my boobs.”

Joel blinked at the sudden request. “I- what-?”

Now, it was no secret that Oli was trans. He was very open about it, even, and wasn’t afraid to tell every person he came across. But for as long as Joel had known him, Oli had always just stuck with using he/him pronouns and rocking the body he was given.

So this was a bit of a shock.

“Y’know, poof them away! Magic! No more booba,” he said, bouncing on his toes. “Pretty please with a silly song on top?”

Joel waved his hands at him. “Of course I’ll do it but- can I ask why?”

Oli nodded once. “I want to gaslight Fwhip.”

Joel stared at him for a moment before he snapped his fingers, leaving Oli’s chest flat as a board. “It’ll last for forty eight hours. Get him good, you understand?”

“Understood!” Oli saluted him and ran off, no doubt on his way to Gobland.

#eevee says things #eevee writes #oli orionsound #orionsound #joel smallishbeans #smallishbeans #empires s2 #I’ve not written a lot of trans fics #i should definitely do more

[nburkhardt]

I’m painting tiny pokemon and thinking about pokemon au. Enjoy ✨

Eddie finding an egg during his adventure and being so excited about it. But not for himself, no no, he has the perfect opportunity to finally ask Steve out.

They’ve been flirting with each other for months, running into each other at gyms and training sessions. At first Eddie couldn’t stand the guy and his little show off, Primarina. Always finding ways to one up him and Aragon, his Decidueye (at that time they were still in their second stages; Brionne and Dartrix.)

But as he continued his gym challenge, all the run ins and training together, Eddie couldn’t help but start to really like Steve. Babydoll and Aragon kept up the tiny rivalry but the rest of their teams became best friends.

So, really feelings we’re going to happen eventually.

And he’s been so nervous to take the next step, could tell Steve’s also nervous. Always stopping himself from saying anything. Wanting but waiting until the courage to really hit either of them.

“Gotta be a sign!” He holds the egg carefully to his chest as he gets up, “Stevie will take such good care of you”

Gene snickering behind him, while Loretta floats around him. “Stop laughing you jerks. This is totally going to work!”

Pulling his backpack around, he gently puts the egg in before zipping it up and continuing on. Gene and Loretta in their balls, while Aragorn keeps him company on their way to the next town.

It’s only a day later when Steve catches up with him.

Before Eddie can even get the egg out of his backpack, Steve’s holding one out to him. A blush on his face, Vee’s tail swaying with a nodding head. Babydoll peeking from behind Steve.

It makes him blink a few times, making sure it’s real and not a dream. “Stevie? Wha-”

“I uh, found this and wanted to give it to you and to maybe, ask you out?”

Eddie’s face hurts and his heart is beating fast, “I’d love to, Stevie. And I’d be honored to have it, also be honored if you’d take this little one?” Pulling the egg out and mirroring Steve by holding it out towards him.

Steve’s blush grows and so does his smile, Babydoll brushes a fin against the egg and Vee letting out happy noises.

They exchange the eggs and enjoy the rest of their day together. Eating lunch together, watching on as their pokemon rest and play together. Trading tips to taking care of the eggs, wondering what pokemon will hatch.

It wasn’t the official date, but it was something and Eddie loved it.

(Steve’s egg hatches and is pleasantly surprised to see a Mimikyu, a shy little one who decides to sit on his shoulder much like how Vee is.)

(Eddie’s egg hatches and a full of energy Pumpkaboo is in his face. A small ball of energy, that he named Ozzie.)

~

I love them. They’re my babies 🥰

Under the cut is pictures of the pokes for those who don’t know them. Also the taglist🫡 (and also pic of what I’m painting!)

@spectrum-spectre @sunnythefriendlyghost @mysticcrownshipper @artiststarme @thereindeerlady @justforthedead89 @ronniescontinuum @freyaforestafay @littlewildflowerkitten @gregre369 @zerokrox-blog @flustratedcas @carlprocastinator1000 @marvelmwah @solliesolesito @navnae @i-less-than-three-you @grimmfitzz @estrellami-1 @cartercaptainofthemoon @tboyeddie @strangersteddierthings

And my tiny painting!

#steddie #Pokémon au #steddie pokemon #steddie fic #Eddie Munson #steve harrington #stranger things #Steve x eddie #fic #nburkhardt writes #eddie eventually becomes a ghost type gym leader #Steve goes for a water type gym and is the hardest to beat #his eevee eventually becomes a Vaporeon 🥰

[efplanning]

#pokemon #eevee #this would probably be funnier in color but uhhhhhh #.....just gonna shut UP before i write a whole paragraph in the tags over complicating this dumb ass joke😩 #my art #the family

[puppyeared]

Thinking about my old pkmn ask blog

#I’m not really active in the community anymore but more because I grew away from it #I think about coming back a lot but Im not really sure what id do lol. I mean I think my storytelling and writing #skills have somewhat improved. but i still really really suck at making endings #although maybe I could make it like something that resolves the main problem and then just open for any interactions.. #….fuck. I’m actually considering it now. I love impulsiveness 🧍 #ugh but the other problem was that I would slowly stop updating as the dopamine slowed down and then just abandoned it altogether #multiple times in fact. since I’m the one making the content and not consuming it eeeuuhhgggghuhuhhhhhhh #this lil guy was supposed to have a story around his estranged family and his own problem with identity. I think I could still pick it up #i suck at writing edgy aloof dialogue so it always felt a little stilted or off when I wrote his dialogue. but I love him #myart #my art #oc #pokemon ask blog #pokeask #moss eevee #pokemon

[mizartz]

dp x pkmn sketchdump: jazz edition

bonus au rambles under the cut:

Jazz’s pkmn were mentioned in my original post, but her starter is Eevee who eventually evolves into Sylveon. They’re both uninterested in fighting at first, followed by terrible at fighting when they first join patrols, but they get the hang of it eventually.

Eevee evolves during a fight against Vlad, and Sylveon’s fairy typing gives it a huge advantage against his dragons. It’s also the first pkmn out of the main cast to evolve, followed later on by Sam’s Bulbasaur becoming Ivysaur.

i feel like eevee and zorua would get along really well… lil fox bros <3 zorua starts off skittish and feral with a strong hatred of humans, but eevee is so chill and… “domesticated” (for lack of a better word), so i feel like its temperament would gradually rub off on zorua. like a cheetah and its emotional support dog lololol (danny does not count as an emotional support human/ghost/kid…hes got too many of his own issues!)

I got really fixated on Aegislash’s pokedex entry about “recognizing whoever is destined to be king” because listen i love ghost king stuff i gotta fit it in here somehow!!! Danny already has Zorua and Absol though, and I’m trying to keep everyone’s teams small and mostly unevolved…

(also, I kinda wonder if danny’s protection obsession would get in the way of him adding new members to his team…? depending on how strong his obsession is, he’d want to protect them from danger, not let them battle in his stead. it takes a long time for him to accept zorua and absol as battle partners, and he even has issues with sam/tucker/jazz patrolling and refuses to let them get near the more dangerous fights)

Anyway, because of this, Honedge goes to Jazz instead. I’m not entirely settled on how Jazz gets Honedge, but I imagine it was hanging around Danny, trying to get him to use it/capture it/etc and ultimately refusing to leave him alone. Maybe Jazz confronts the honedge one day and is like “listen u gotta stop haunting my brother ur giving him anxiety” lol... or maybe it starts frequenting the Fenton household and freaking out their parents, so Jazz captures it to keep it safe.

Either way, Jazz and Honedge both want Danny to grow up to do great things so they form a partnership based off of that. Honedge becomes Jazz’s sword and gets to remain close to its target (Danny), and Jazz gets another method to keep her little brother safe.

Jack and Maddie would absolutely hate Honedge though, especially since its lore involves draining people’s life force and killing them, so it’ll either need to stay in its pokeball 80% of the time or disguise itself as something else. I have no idea what though… a cane? a staff?

Also btw, Honedge is either uninterested in Jazz’s soul, or is unable to drain her life force due to ectoplasm contamination or smthn. dont think about it too much lol

#danny phantom #jazz fenton #danny fenton #pokemon #eevee #zorua #hisuian zorua #honedge #absol #dp x pkmn #pixel art #does it count as pixel art if its still sketchy? hmm #self care is writing mini essays about ur extremely specific au #i am having a great time thank u #jazz owns at least half the outfits in lgpe and dresses up her eevee regularily btw #they color coordinate their outfits <3 #will probably be a bit harder when it evolves into sylveon but im sure it can get a colored bandana or smthn

[casteliacityramen]

Ayumi caught herself, but in doing so, froze in place. She grew uncharacteristically quiet, leaving you in a couple seconds of awkward silence.

|| Previous Post | Previous Ask | Pinned Post | Ask Sent By @asktoastythearcanine ||

#pokeask #pokemon bw #pokemon ask blog #pokemon fanart #umbreon #samurott #rockruff #ayumi #rio #ask #image descriptions to be added later because hough i forgot to write it #eevee #aila

[maple-and-pie]

Mood of the day part 2: AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA

#when you write your email wrong on an order and you have to contact them to fix it #all is fine now but liek i did check it 3 times #it been a day fr #Hue eevee #Hue of the Day

[teecupangel]

What if we take the fact that Desmond gets an eevee in all of the Pokémon aus and combine it with the Desmond gets turned into an animal subgenre into Desmond gets sent into the past as an eevee and disregarding the need for evolutionary stones and just going off of the lore of eevee evolving to suit their habitat what eeveelution each protag would end up with

…………………

Nonny.

There’s only one true answer to this…

And it is: SYLVEON!!!

There’s no way in hell that Desmond as an Eevee would not evolve into a Sylveon. No matter which protagonist it is, Desmond would definitely become their loyal and closest friend, especially if it’s one of Desmond’s ancestors!

Sylveon!Desmond is inevitable!

Sylveon!Desmond is canon!

…

…

But because it’s fun to think about other possibilities, here’s what I think Desmond would evolve into for each protagonist IF AND ONLY IF Sylveon is not available:

Altaïr: Jolteon, mainly because Jolteon is the fastest of the Eeveelutions and Desmond would want to keep up with Altaïr. Also, Jolteon’s electric moves, especially Thunder Wave that paralyzes opponents, would be something Altaïr would prefer to have as it could be used in combat and utility (With a Jolteon!Desmond, Altaïr could honestly speed up technological advancement to OP levels)

Ezio: Vaporeon, mostly because of Venice and Rome having large bodies of water that a Vaporeon could take advantage of. Not only that but Desmond would definitely go for a water type evolution on the slim chance he could save Monteriggioni by dousing the fires that would erupt from Cesare’s attack.

Ratonhnhaké:ton: Probably Leafeon to be honest due to the abundance of forest that Ratonhnhaké:ton would travel to. If I was being mean, I would pick Flareon as a reference to the burning of his village and how that tragedy shaped Ratonhnhaké:ton. (Doubly-mean would be Desmond actually evolving during the burning of his village and he’d be a constant reminder of that day and Ratonhnhaké:ton’s mother’s death)

(BONUS) Haytham: I wanna give him Vaporeon and that’s because Desmond had already evolved when he was with Edward and he’s staying with Haytham because he cares for the Kenway family. If Desmond is an Eevee when Haytham finds him, he’d probably evolve to an Umbreon instead, maybe?

Edward: Vaporeon, hands down. The whole sailing thing is the main reason why.

Shay: Glaceon because of how Shay’s Morrigan traveled to icy locations.

Arno: Espeon because of Arno’s strange almost psychic capabilities to see the memories of the people he kills. Espeon was also picked because that big red jewel on the forehead would be a symbol of the nobility that Arno is part of and surrounded when he was growing up.

Jacob and Evie: Flareon for both the industrial setup of London that focuses on fire and heat. Also, Flareon shows how many of Jacob and Evie’s missions usually ends in an explosive manner (usually metaphorically but can also be literal).

Bayek: I kinda wanna say Leafeon because there are a lot of luscious greenery in Egypt as well but probably Umbreon as a reference to the mystery that Bayek is trying to uncover and also as a reference to how his ‘memory corridor’ is always shrouded in darkness.

Kassandra: Espeon because of the weird demi-god stuff Kassandra can do is more or less sorta connected to Espeon’s psychic capabilities. Both cannot be explained as human feats.

Eivor: Glaceon because of Norway and as a reference to where Yggdrassil can be found.

As for the other Pokemon AU…

Here’s the Detective Pikachu AU where Desmond gets transported into that world.

Here's our ideas with what Pokemons AC protagonists (bonus: Desmond's sun-themed Pokemon party) and the Isus should have (bonus: Bayek's must have Pokemon XD)

#pokemon au #desmond as an eevee #my real answer is still #DESMOND WILL EVOLVE INTO SYLVEON REGARDLESS ON WHO HIS ‘TRAINER’ IS #I mean #come on #it’s desmond #look i’m not adding basim #until ac mirage is released XD #because i feel like it #assassin's creed #desmond miles #ask and answer #teecup writes/has a plot #fic idea: assassin's creed #fic idea: pokemon #fic idea: crossover

[fujii-draws]

“#anyways come off anon and spread dadnoir propaganda w/ me (/J)” done and done.

How much time do you think Dusknoir spent with Hero and Partner? You know, training with them, mentoring them a bit, and then grabbing a smoothie at Spinda’s cafe?

It’s fine. He’s obviously just learning their habits and strengths and weaknesses, all while gaining their trust. It’s all for the job. Definitely. Never mind that tiny voice saying he should help them enjoy their last days, or that even tinier voice saying he’s enjoying himself.

And after he comes back from the future he mentioned something he learned about them offhand like “btw I saved you a Pecha berry because I know it’s your favorite”. On one hand, wow, he remembered that? On the other hand, how dare he remember that?

Also, I love the image of Partner being so desperate to help Hero that they become a threat to Dialga if left unattended.

I hope you know this ask absolutely destroyed me

#pmd #pmd eos #pmd dusknoir #pmd art tag #THE BITTERSWEETNESS OF THIS ASK. BROOOO #dadnoir #<<< ITS GETTING ITS OWN TAG NOW. #pokémon mystery dungeon #knighthawker your writing makes me go insane #Eevee/Ribbons #Riolu/Aimilios

[eevee-eclair]

voted him... sorry for no crop cant be bothered xxx

(if you do wanna write smth. lidol seapeesound would be silly. but also just happy is good)

Yippee!!! Since there’s no prompt, I rolled a silly dice and I got #3 from the kissing prompts list (Drunk/sloppy kiss)! Enjoy and thank you for your vote :D (check tags for tws)

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“-and so I said-!” Oli paused and took another drink of cider, holding up a hand as he finished the last of his drink. “That- that’ll cost ya five diamonds!”

He laughed, like he was proud of himself for such a comeback. Next to him sat a very attractive fox hybrid, drink his own mug. Oli had met him on one of his tours, probably in Animalia if his drunken mind is correct. After a few serenading sings and an embarrassing fall into a creek, he had decided to take him up on the offer for a drink.

So now they sat: at a Stratos tavern and telling each other stories over the course of, currently, a single cider.

Oli blinked before he pointed at the fox, squinting. “Wha’s your name again, gorgeous?” he asked, sporting a very lazy grin.

“Callum,” he snorted, sipping his own drink. “Callum Peakae, handsome.”

Oli’s jaw dropped a bit before he grinned. “Wha’da name you got.” He glanced around the tavern for a moment before he crouched at him. “How about I buy you another drink and I show you what they really say about bards, yeah?”

Callum full on laughed at that, and Oli couldn’t help but think it was the most beautiful sound ever. Then he was being yanked by the front of his shirt and into a kiss.

It was short, but it held so much. It was heated, it was messy, it was way more intoxicating than the cider. He went in for more but Callum pulled back before he got the chance.

“How about we skip the extra drink and we get right to the point?” he asked, snickering at Oli’s dumbstruck look.

A quick nod and a paid tab later, Oli had never been so glad he’d been kicked out of heaven, because he just found his own.

#eevee says things #eevee writes #oli orionsound #orionsound #callum cpk #seapeekay #seapeesound #tw alcohol #tw drunk #can you tell im really bad at short writing

[d3adbr3inc3lls]

Hi!! Could you maybe write performer reader x amethio?

Amethio x Preformer!Reader | HCs & Drabbles

Note-- some of this is written at unholy hours of the morning(/lh) so some parts may not make sense, but I edited this in the morning again, so hopefully that balances it out.

Amethio was usually too focused on his work to look at work to watch anything really,

Conia was the one who showed him the pokémon performers, and you instantly stood out to him.

No matter what pokémon you had with you, you always brought out their full potential,

For crying out loud, you could be using Giratina and you'd be able to make the deity look graceful and like it doesn't have some twisted backstory

You were able to ace most, if not all, challenges that came your way.

Sure you may have struggled with some, but you kept going. You never backed down and that's what he loved about you.

The two of you probably met through Conia, she was a close friend of yours who was always there to support you, and even though you hesitated slightly at meeting Amethio, her superior, who wouldn't? You expected him to be a serious adult and not someone your own age, but she later convinced you that it was a good idea.

When you two finally met, you were in Sinnoh to relax and train your 'mons, and Conia, alongside Zir and Amethio were there because they heard of Kleavor and wanted to get to it before the RVT did.

You two meeting was a complete coincidence and it was unplanned, (Conia originally planned on having the two of you meeting up after their current mission which was to track down Kleavor), so it was a suprise when you heard your best friend yelling your name.

Hearing your name being yelled you quickly spun around to meet a familiar greyish-blue haired woman running over to you.

The two of you have been friends since highschool, and thinking back on it, she was like an older sister to you, always helping you get to class and was the main reason you passed calculus.

Crashing into your arms she gave you a tight hug, clearly missing someone who she views as a younger sibling. Your beloved partner pokémon quickly glances up at the two of you before letting out a happy cry and glancing at Conia, waiting for her to release her Psyduck.

You could see a taller man -who you assumed is Zir- somewhat behind her covering with a shorter man as they approached the two of you rather slowly.

"Your last performance was great, even Amethio and Zir watched you,"

A smile of pride paints Conia's face before she releases her Psyduck -now Golduck- to play with your 'mons.

"Really,?"

You would've never believed it yourself if it weren't for Zir nodding behind her, you wouldn't have believed her. Zir was never interested in anything related to performances, and as far as you've heard, Amethio would probably find it not worthy of his time as he's often training to get better.

But you were suprised to see that you were so wrong with assuming Amethio wouldn't watch you perform,

He enjoyed every moment of your performance, even the challenges that happened before.

The 'challenge' that happened before you had a performance against the Kalos Queen, Serena, involved a pokémon battle.

Not just any regular battle- well, it was a regular battle but it had a spin- you had to show off your partner's moves, and the way they phrased it was a bit off, but it was like a performance whilst battling,

If the two of you ever began to date, expect him to be at every performance. He loves watching you and your pokémon preform, even if you don't win and get to compete in the next rounds, he still is proud of you, knowing how hard it must be to perform not only infront of hundreds of people in person but probably thousands if you concider those watching online.

With that being said, if you ever struggle oe need help, he's the last person you should ask.

Amethio only knows pokémon moves in a literal battling sense, not a performance sense, so he won't be able to help you.

He barely even understands how you manage to turn any move into one for show instead of damage.

But expect him to be there for every performance (he will try his best to go to them, even if it means sneaking out and doing dumb teenager things, he doesn't mind it as much),

Quickly scanning the area, you look for the familiar ravenhead, he's always there to greet you after your performances, -but he did say that he might not be able to meet you because of something to do with summoning a legandary pokémon or something similar that you didn't understand-

You've changed into your regular clothes after the performance for comfort and possible safety issues as you've heard many rumours and horror stories of performers -especially female performers- being harassed by crazed fans.

Feeling a tap on your shoulder, you quickly spin around, anxious to see who may have recognised you, until you heard the familiar voice that put your mind at ease.

"I apologise, I had to get something, that's why I'm late," the familiar ravenhead told you as he handed over a bouquet of flowers, he had always bought you something after your performances without fail, and it truly makes you appreciate him more than you currently do if that's even possible.

In all honesty, you probably wouldn't be aware of Amethio's occupation and role with the Explorers, he doesn't want you to talk to the other admins as he doesn't want either of you to be targets of their comments.

If he does see any of them when the two of you are out, he'd try and avoid them,

If he can't avoid them, he'd definitely deal with them, excusing himself politely, saying that he sees one of colleagues and it is in your best intrest to not interact with them.

Amethio's worst nightmare would be Sango or Spinel finding out you're dating him.

Sango would make her usual Sango remarks whilst Spinel would tell him how shallow he is, spoiler alert- he isn't, he genuinely cares for you, and how it's a typical teenager relationship that probably won't last long

Jokes on him, Amethio never planned for the relationship to be short and genuinely wants it to work out, but if you ever want to leave, he won't stop you.

#ngl it's hard writing for an occupation that is heavily dependant on your pokémon without naming any pokémon #((I want anyone to be able to read this #not just people who's main partner pkmn would be a starter #eevee/pikachu or smthng like that ngl)) #Pokemon hz x reader #pokemon horizons x reader #x reader #Amethio x reader #Explorer Amethio x reader #my work

[apollos-boyfriend]

new cbedwars centric fic out….. it’s finally time to spread my revived cboomer propaganda to the masses

#icarus speaks #icarus writes #this is the official post now yiipeee #bc i THINK the other one got auto shortened #anyways yea 👍 the sillies eevee #ever*

[ghozteevee]

Happy Holiday Truce! @ectopal So sorry for the wait, life got away from me for a bit but I hope you enjoy the fic!

Be careful what you wish for...

It had been months since the Nasty Burger incident and Vlad has announced that Danny is now his ward. Some people take it better than others...

Content warning: This fic contains somewhat graphic depictions of violence and self hatred. Discretion is advised.

Word count: 2,946

Danny tugged at the collar of his dress shirt with a scowl, chattering of business men and women, socialites, wealthy people, and important members of Amity Park’s community filling the air around him. He hated coming to these events with Vlad, even before the accident, when his father would bring him along as a kid, he would find them stuffy and boring. Now it just served as another reminder of what he'd lost. Because at least before he could talk with Sam and make fun of the other guests with her, now…. It also didn't help that everyone kept giving him pitying glances or the bolder ones would come up and give their condolences even with the glare he would direct at them. It was pointless and it was infuriating. ‘Why did Vlad have to drag me here anyways…’ he mused as he readjusted his tie.

Danny remained near the back of the grand hall keeping to the shadows as best he could without his powers. He hadn't used them since the accident and would honestly prefer them gone, but Vlad had insisted on him keeping them, so refusing to use them became the next best thing. It was because of them that his family was gone after all.

In the crowd he could see Vlads figure bobbing and weaving through the crowd as he talked with various people for something or other. Danny hadn't really been paying attention to his explanation on what the event was about, just something about getting investors for some project. Every once in a while Vlad would turn in his direction as if checking to see if Danny was still there. He didn't know why he bothered, it wasn't like he had a license to take the car.

Soon it was time for the dinner portion of the event. As everyone started filing into the dining room and taking their assigned seats, Danny noticed some of the A-listers among the crowd of people. ‘Oh crap, this is bad, this is really bad….’ Glancing towards Vlad he hoped to find some excuse to leave right this second but found that the billionaire was already seated. Sighing deeply Danny surveyed the room. From what he could see only Paulina, Star, and Kwan were at the gala. ‘It could be worse,’ he thought, ‘Dash could have been here-’ as the last of the guests piled in, Danny spotted Dash with his father, the chief of police for Amity Park. “Fuck…” He muttered under his breath as he sank into his seat next to Vlad.

For now it seemed like none of his classmates had noticed him so he hoped to keep it that way. Since the incident his social life at school hadn't really changed much. If anything it had gotten worse in a way. Without Sam or Tucker or heck even Jazz to act as a distraction, the bullying from Dash got worse after about two weeks. The other students avoided him like the plague and some of the nerds started to verbally harass him, since they, rightfully, blame him for Mr. Lancers death. Honestly the fact that he was Vlad’s ward hasn't reached the rumor mill was a miracle. One that was probably about to run out. But hey, when did Danny ever have goodluck?

Once everyone had been seated, servers started to bring out plates of food for everyone. The dishes themselves didn't really look appetizing, even though they looked like they came straight from an episode of MasterChef. Picking at his food Danny glanced around the table, it seemed like for now none of the A-listers had noticed him, all of them too busy talking to each other. Breathing a sigh of relief he went back to his food.

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Once all of the courses had been served Vlad took his glass and stood tapping it to get everyone's attention. “Friends, I'd like to take the opportunity to formally announce something. As you all know it has been months since we had lost valuable members of our community, they had been our friends, role models, and children, and their loss has left a hole that hasn't yet begun to fill.” Danny kept his gaze low and shrunk into himself trying to not draw any attention to himself. He didn't like where Vlad was going with this. "As you may not know, some of the victims of the Nasty Burger incident were close friends of mine, Jack and Madeline Fenton, along with Jasmine, their daughter, were very dear to me and I miss them with my entire being.” Some of the guests started to murmur as some glanced over at Danny. “Which is why I was so delighted to learn that their son, and Jasmine's brother, Daniel had survived. So, all of this to say, I would like to propose a toast to Daniel, my new ward!” Vlad finished as he raised his glass, his gaze firmly on Danny.

Danny felt his blood and ectoplasm run colder than usual as everyone in the room raised their glass to toast him. Their expressions ranged from shock, polite, genuine joy, and on one face, barely contained rage. As Danny dared to look Dash in the eye he knew that he was probably screwed. Breaking eye contact with his number one bully Danny glared up at Vlad who was looking down at him, his expression seemingly showing genuine care. As the room erupted into applause Danny stood giving the crowd a strained smile before excusing himself.

~~~

Leaving the dining hall as quickly as he could Danny tried to calm his racing heart. ‘Of course this was why Vlad brought me to this stupid event. He had just wanted to rub it in my face that I was now his kid!’ Rounding a corner he crashed into something hard and fell to the floor. Hissing Danny rubbed at his forehead as the last person he wanted to be alone with spoke up. “Well if it isn't Fenturd! Just the prick I was looking for.” Dash said as he picked up Danny by the front of his dress shirt and brought him up to his face. “You've got some nerve showing up here, now I don't know how a scrawny loser like you got Mr. Masters ear but it won't change anything. You're still a loser freak who isn't worth shit. It's a shame that you survived the blast, but at least we don't have to deal with your insane parents anymore.” Dash said as he threw Danny to the ground. “Honestly that blast was a blessing in disguise! I mean it got rid of the town crazies, that stuck up teacher Mr. Lancer and two losers!” He continued with a laugh. “It's too bad you were the one that survived and not your hot sister.” Danny gritted his teeth as rage coursed him with every word Dash spoke. He was growing sick and tired of Dash's bullshit. “Anyway, you're going to tell me exactly how it is that Vlad Masters took an interest in you, and if I don't like your answer I'll just beat it out of you.” Dash finished as he leaned close to Danny's face.

Danny just glared right back at him. He was so tired, tired of the bullying, tired of the pity, tired of being alone. He had these ‘amazing’ powers that turned out useless when he really needed them. His family was dead and here was Dash spitting on their names and laughing about it! “Well might as well get to swinging cause Vlad already explained why he took me in, his little speech explained it all really.” Danny scoffed as he pushed Dash's face away.

Dash's face turned red at that. “There has got to be another reason. There's no way someone as important as Vlad Masters could have been friends with your loser parents!” He exclaimed, causing Danny's mood to sour even more.

“You don't know anything about me or my family so back off or you're going to regret it!” Danny growled.

Dash laughed at that. “Yeah right, a loser like you?”

Danny chuckled darkly at that. “Oh I'm the loser right? Just an orphan who lost everything in a fiery explosion. But hey, that's probably preferable to being the kid of the most incompetent chief of police Amity Park has ever seen. Who feels so emasculated by a teenage superhero that he goes home and beats you just to feel better.” Danny took a step forward. “Who is so forgettable that if it weren't for the fact that you're good at throwing a ball people wouldn't look at you twice. Who is so pathetic you keep chasing after Paulina even though she has made it clear that she is not interested in you.” Danny could see Dash start to shrink in on himself, his smile grew sharper showing off his fangs. “You're just a pathetic little man who is so stupid and worthless that the only chance of making something of yourself is to grovel at the feet of the people better than you. And the only way for you to fool yourself into thinking that you can be something is to take out all of your insecurities on the people you deem worthless. Just like how daddy does to you.”

Dash took another step back, his teeth gritted in barely concealed rage. “You're one to talk, Phantom probably could have saved everyone that day but he didn't. Probably he was stuck saving your pathetic ass.” He said trying to regain some control. “Hell, maybe the reason no one has seen him in months is because he's ashamed of saving you.”

Danny paused at that before he started to laugh. Broken, near historical laughter that echoed across the hall as he curled in on himself. “Maybe you're right there…” He said between laughs. He glanced up at Dash through his bangs. “But what do you know? He's just a pathetic “hero” who was too slow. Too cocky for his own good. Only good for beating up the ghosts he let loose in this town.”

Danny suddenly felt himself being grabbed and thrown across the hall. Skidding across the floor he slammed into a nearby pillar. “You take that back Fenturd! Phantom is an amazing hero, he never brought those ghosts here, it was your fucking parents who built the portal that brought them here. He has just been cleaning up after you're pathetic folks mess!” Dash growled as he went to grab Danny once more.

Danny grinned as he looked up at Dash, his fangs on full display and his eyes now an ectoplasmic green. He watched as Dash froze in shock and maybe even slight fear as Danny's transformation slid over him. “You know what,” he started as he pulled himself out of Dash's grip. “I have a lot of pent up energy I need to let out, I haven't really been doing much ghost fighting you see.” He said as he lit up a ball of ectoplasm in his hand. “Maybe I'll let off some steam by beating up one of the people I hate the most. I'm sure you're used to it already, right? Dash…” He said, watching with twisted delight as the blood drained from Dash's face. “Let's put those “skills” of yours to good use!” He exclaimed as he threw the ectoball at Dash.

~~~

Dash shouted in alarm as he dodged out of the way of the projectile, glancing back at Fento- no Phantom he gasped as the hero came flying right at him. Jumping out of the way he whipped around as he saw Phantom preparing another ectoball to throw his way. His mind was still spinning from the information that the hero he'd idolized for years was attacking him. Who seemed to hate him so much that he spat all of that venom at him. ‘This can't be true!’ He thought as he dodged another blast.

“Come on Dash! Is this the best you've got? Where's the guy who would shove me into lockers after beating the stuffing out of me huh?!” Phantom roared as he aimed a laser at Dash.

With a yelp Dash sprinted out of the way, dodging behind a pillar. “Well this isn't exactly fair! You have powers for God's sake!” He yelled back as he felt a slam against the pillar.

Suddenly Phantom’s face was right next to him. “That's never stopped you before.” He growled before grabbing him and throwing him across the hall. Yelping in pain Dash scrambled to stand up as Phantom approached slowly, his ghostly aura flickering in the dark hallway giving off an eerie vibe. “Oh I am going to enjoy this.” He said with a sharp grin as he lunged forward.

Dash panicked as he dived out of the way panting heavily as he tried to keep his distance from the hero. His mind reeling as the gravity of the situation sunk in. He had pushed too far, and now he was reaping what he sowed.

~~~~

Danny couldn't help but laugh as he continued to attack his bully. The fear wafting off of him was intoxicating as with each successful hit he became more and more fearful for his life. ‘Is this why all the ghosts crave to scare the shit out of humans? It's so delicious I want more!’ He lunged towards Dash again, the other was starting to get tired he could see it in his movements, and he was starting to get sloppy.

Grabbing him Danny started to land punch after punch on him, much like Dash would do to him since middle school. “You know,” another punch lands, “I'm starting to get,” he gets him in the stomach, “why you enjoy this so much,” another one to his face, “this is really fun!” Another one lands in his chest, leaving Dash gasping for air. Dash was starting to look bloody as the hits kept coming. Danny could only feel his rage as he continued his onslaught.

But suddenly a hand grabbed his elbow as he readied another punch. “I think that's enough Daniel.” Vlad’s voice cut through the haze as he kept hold of Danny's arm. Glancing back, he saw the billionaire staring down at him, his face scrunched up with worry.

“Oh what do you care, Vlad? Shouldn't you be happy I'm finally acting like you?” Danny spat as he wrenched his arm away from Vlad’s grip.

Vlad shook his head. “No, I am not pleased. This is not like you Daniel, you are supposed to be a hero, and hero's don't go around beating up people who can't fight back.” He said, crossing his arms as he gestured towards Dash.

Danny scoffed as he threw Dash to the ground. “Oh like you are one to talk about being a hero, remind me, who was the one who was always trying to get my dad killed? I'm sure you're just thrilled he finally kicked it! You're just sad you couldn't get my mom to yourself!” Danny growled his anger getting directed at Vlad.

Vlad flinched at that, his frown deepening. “Believe it or not, I haven't wanted to kill your father for a while now, least of all like this. And the fact that both your mother and sister were lost also saddens me deeply. Not to mention your friends and teacher.” He said as he approached slowly, like one would do a cornered animal. “I was jealous of your father, yes, but I never wanted something like this to happen, especially after I have seen how it affected you.” He said as he placed a hand on Danny's shoulder. “You are a good boy Dani- Danny, a good boy who has gone through so much and now has lost his only real support. And I'm sorry that I haven't shown you sooner how much I care about you.”

Danny glared up at Vlad, but as his words started to sink in that anger that he was holding since Dash first confronted him started to dwindle, only leaving the hurt and the grief behind. As his transformation washed over him once more Danny sunk into Vlad as sobs wracked his body. “I miss them so much!!” He wailed into his guardian. “I was right there and I should have done something!! I have all of these powers but I couldn't save the people I care about the most! What use do I have for them if I couldn't do that one thing?!” He wailed as the grief and anger at himself he had locked away inside himself flowed through him. He dimly felt Vlad patting his back as he wrapped him in a hug.

“It’s alright Little Badger, I've got you. We'll work through this together.” Vlad comforted as he held Danny closer. “As for you.” He said, turning his attention to Dash. “We are going to have a little discussion about what happened here. And I trust that you are smart enough to not breathe a word about this anyone, am I understood?”

Danny hears Dash scramble to stand up. “Y-yes sir, not a word…” He stammered.

“Good, now go get cleaned up, and if anyone asks, you fell, is that understood?” Vlad threatened.

Dash audibly gulped, “yes sir!” He yelped before scrambling away.

Vlad sighed as he turned his attention back to Danny. “Come Danny, let's get you cleaned up before heading back home.”

Danny pulled back from the hug nodding. “Okay, sounds good… Thanks.”

“It’s no problem at all Danny. Now come, we have some work to do to resolve this little hiccup.” Vlad reassured before guiding Danny away.

#holiday truce 2023 #danny phantom #danny fenton #vlad masters #dash baxter #eevee writes sometimes #long post #3/1/2024

[enchantedchocolatebars]

Day 30: Miku + Eevee

It's day 30 of my pokemikuween event (WE'RE ALMOST DONE GANG 🥹)!

Day 30 is Miku and Eevee! <3

Enjoy! 🤎

• Miku considers Eevee to be a sweetie!

• After a battle, Miku and Eevee always form friendships with their opponents.

• Both love making flower crowns together!

• One time, they both got matching haircuts.

• No matter what Eevee evolves into, Miku will always love him.

#anime #cute #kawaii #pokémon #pokemon #eevee #vocaloid #hatsune miku #miku #vocaloid miku #project voltage #pokemiku #pokemon x hatsune miku #writober #headcanon #headcanons #writing event #crossover #crossovers #pokemikuween #writing #my writing

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Snippets: Free Day Thursday

The Pokémon au, or, "in which "human" actually means "human" this time"

For context: the Dark Warrior Program in this au was an experiment by Praxis, boss of Team Krimzon, to create a psychic link between trainers and Pokémon that he chose, by force if necessary. Jak had only been on his Pokémon journey for a month when he and his Eevee got snatched. Sig, an agent of the Wastelands Region posing as a social worker, helped Jak and Daxter beat Kor (a Bug-type gym boss who was struggling with Team Krimzon for control of Haven City). He smuggles them to a military base in the Spargus region, and the boys are separated for check-ups. (Warning for implied past experimentation)

Just another sterile, white room. Another cold metal examination table. No electrodes clamped to his head this time, but what was the difference? He could still feel the Pokémon restlessly moving in their pokéballs. He could sense that...thing Errol had made out of that poor Pyukumuku. The thing Praxis forced him to train, no matter how much it tried to kill him. He could sense its pain, its anger.

Jak glowered at the black and yellow Ultra Ball. I have to feel your pain, the least you could do is stop ignoring mine!

The Type: Null was silent, save for an aura that Jak had come to associate with snarling. In his arms, Vivi raised her hackles and growled in warning at the Ultra Ball resting on the counter. She hadn't battled until her legs gave out just to let some stranger's Pokémon push her Trainer around.

I am never taking you out of that pokéball again, Jak thought, feeling a little vindictive.

The doctors came back into the room with the uniformed man Sig had been talking to. Jak didn’t recognize the rank insignia on his lapel, but he could tell it was higher than Errol. There was a Baile Oricorio running back and forth across his shoulders, chirping in alarm the second it spotted the Umbreon in Jak’s arms. The man raised a finger to stroke the little bird's head soothingly.

"Overall, he's in better condition than we'd initially suspected," said the doctor with the ice cold hands. "He's just below the fifth percentile right now for overall weight, and I am seeing evidence of poor nutrition, so I'm referring him to a nutritionist. Personally, I recommend giving him a snack locker for his room, y'know, personally. Something he has control over."

The doctor with the gloves -- or was she a Professor? -- nodded in agreement. "His Pokémon are in excellent condition, aside from the Umbreon's scar, given the circumstances. I believe he was giving them his own food."

The stern man frowned. He took the clipboard from the Cold Hands Doctor and leafed through the pages.

"And these scars on his temples? Do there appear to be any lasting effects from them?"

"We don't know yet, sir." The doctor shook her head. "Please, let us know if he suffers any headaches, dizziness, or anything else you think could be related to his time in the Haven region."

She opened a cabinet and sighed.

"He...seems to have become acclimated to using potions to treat himself. As if he were a Pokémon. They're not as effective on humans, sir. I'm prescribing a multivitamin at a higher dose than usual, and a probiotic for some gut health issues his friend mentioned. You may have some difficulty getting him to take them. He seems to have a very good reason to distrust medical care."

Jak hugged Vivi closer and glared at the doctor and the strange man. Why wasn't Sig here? Sig had said he was going to take Jak to the place he used to live before Thin Man took him out of his yard and Mr. Hagai took him to Sandover Town. Who was this guy? Why would they have someone in charge looking over the doctor's findings?

Vivi hissed at the man as he took hold of the doctor's rolling chair and dragged it over to sit in front of the table. At a single hand signal from him, the doctor and professor left the room. Jak stared at him, and he stared back.

"Do you remember me?" the man asked quietly.

"I don't remember a lot of things," Jak answered shortly. "Where's Daxter?"

"Two examination rooms down," the man answered. "His new foster family will be taking him home shortly, but if it would help, I can arrange for them to say hello before they leave."

Panic flooded Jak, and he felt the Umbreon settle her full weight onto his legs, grounding him.

"You're separating us?!"

The man raised his hands placatingly. "Calm yourself, little one. He's only going to live fifteen minutes from us."

"Us?! What do you mean us?!" Jak recoiled until he felt cold plaster against his bare back.

The intimidating man rubbed his face as if he were exhausted.

"You're coming with me," he explained. "You're. You're coming home, Jak."

"How'd you even know who I was?" Jak demanded.

Several muted emotions flickered across the man's face, and the Baile Oricorio settled against his stubbly cheek with a comforting trill. He let out a long breath.

"My name is Damas. Ruler and Field Marshall of the Spargus region. The...the missing posters Sig showed you? The ones going back ten years? I commissioned those."

He swallowed thickly and looked away.

"I...understand that you don't- you don't remember me. Although I hope one day you will. But I-"

His voice caught.

"I'm your father, Jak. And we've been looking for you and your Eevee for a long, long time."

He blinked, swift and hard, and his next words were almost inaudible.

"I've missed you so much."

_______________________________________

Two Weeks Later

______________________________________

"Ah! It's working, holy crap!"

"Daxter!" Jak squinted at the phone. "I thought the internet wasn't set up in your housing unit yet!"

"Yeah," his best friend shrugged on the webcam. "But Osmo got bumped up in line for dealing with those leftover Shadow Beedrills that tried to nest in the hangar."

Jak settled into the kitchen chair cross-legged. "Oh yeah. That makes sense, I guess. How...is the Drawers family? Everything still okay there?"

"Still the best foster-family I've had, bar none. Osmo let me put a picture of Mr. Hagai on Ximon's dart board, and he doesn't even tell me to "make myself useful" or whatever. And the mom, Xandra? She let my Pokémon sit at the table with me and everything. How's the weirdo they sent you to live with?"

Jak shrugged. "Gone a lot. Government meetings or something- by the way Sig is 100% not a real social worker, you were right. He's a secret agent for my...I guess he's my dad?"

"Told ya. No way a real Haven social worker would get us out of that city."

"Oh. And I have a half-brother? He's three and he's staring at me while eating a ketchup sandwich. Just. Just ketchup and bread. Geez, that's creepy looking- Dude your face looks like a crime scene."

"Want some?"

"Uh...no, no thanks."

"Otay."

Jak made a face at the phone. "The kid has a Totodile, too, and it ate one of my shoes. Damas got real embarrassed and promised to buy more shoes? Which is nice I guess? And he and his wife -- I don't know if she's my mom yet or not -- said they'd let me paint my room- Dax, Vivi and I have our own room. It's weird not bunking with you."

The Umbreon nudged at his hand insistently, hearing her name. She could hear Daxter's voice, and was peering under chairs as if she might find him there.

"Ugh, same. I share a room with Ximon and he snores, but he always falls asleep on the couch playing video games so I kinda have my own room? It is weird though. Junior keeps opening drawers and peeking around the door. I think he's looking for Vivi?"

Mar tugged Jak's sleeve. "Big Kid."

"It's Jak."

"Jak big kid, da schoo' bus is here."

"Crap. Gotta go, Dax. See you in class?"

"Maybe? I don't have my schedule yet-" a muffled voice interrupted from somewhere outside the door, causing Daxter's Pawmo to leap up into his hair to hide. Daxter rolled his eyes. "I'm COMING, Ximon! See ya, Jak!"

The bright red backpack didn't really feel like his yet. He didn't know what any of the books inside were, and honestly he didn't care. All he cared about was that Damas and Phobos had promised that the teachers would allow Vivi to stay out of her pokéball. Jak grumbled under his breath and slung the bag over his shoulder. First day at Cooper Memorial Middle School. Two weeks until they got out for summer. He could survive that, provided the Type: Null stayed in its ball.

#jak and daxter #Jak and Daxter au #fic prompts #writing prompts #free day Thursday #pokemon #pokemon au #human au #Jak and Mar are two separate people in this au for Max Shenanigans #Jak's Eevee evolved into Umbreon while protecting Jak in the DWP #dadmas #king damas #Damas is also one of the Elite Four of the region and he's proud of it #my edits #fake screenshot #fake screencap #Keira lives with her mom on the base and goes to the same school as the boys #they met first in Sandover where Keira spends summers with her dad #she has a Steel based team

[riannimated]

HI RI ILY SO MUCH 🥰💕💕💕💕💕💕

I was not joking when I said I would send a request suggestion on sight.

Perhaps.... some Hisoka New Years kiss? 🥺

AND I LOVE YOU!!!!

Also oop, not me answering this late af, but time doesn't exist and I hope this isn't too ooc or cheesy as hell.

Still getting into the groove of my soft side 🥰

Pairing: Hisoka x Reader

SFW. Tooth rotting-ly sweet imo

Word Count: 1.4k

Notes: Established relationship, Angst if you squint, Reader is semi afraid of heights, Hisoka is a cheeky little shit in this, but what else is new.

Celebrating the New Year was something that you’d honestly forget about doing if it weren’t for the borderline excessive amount of attention that surrounded it.

It was only around 11pm, but some people had decided to start the celebration early - a few select areas of the city lighting up with tiny pops of colour. It would be nothing compared to the grandeur to come, but it was still an enduring sight from your balcony.

You were sitting in a soft chair you had dragged out from your living room, the one with a coffee stain on the left arm rest, wrapped up in a shawl and already in pajama pants.

You had given up on Hisoka coming hours ago.

It wasn’t a surprise, really, and you weren’t mad at him. How could you be, really? You knew his whims took him to all corners of the world, and he was even worse with keeping track of holidays than you were, so to be upset with him over such a thing would be unfair.

The logic didn’t do much to lessen the blow to your emotions, though.

A noise of displeasure left your throat when you took a sip from the tea in your hands only to discover it was now luke-warm, and you looked down at your watch.

11:23pm

You had decided to stay up until midnight so you could send the appropriate people a few texts and then take a shot if you were feeling frisky before going to bed, but you would need more caffeine if you were going to get there.

You tightened the shawl around you as you stood and shuffled back into your apartment towards the kitchenette. You scrolled through your phone as you waited for the water to boil, clicking on the many stories of your friends and family and subsequently skipping through all of them since they were basically all the same.

Drinks. Parties. Obnoxiously big smiling faces. Large text that read “Happy New Year” with more party hat emojis than you could count.

You closed the apps and fixed your tea before making your way back towards the balcony on autopilot.

“Boo. ~♡”

The shriek of terror you let out was followed by the unceremonious throw of your mug towards your intruder - an action that was regretted the second your brain caught up with just who it was leaning against your chair in the dark.

Your mug and a solid three-quarters of its contents froze in mid-air while the rest splashed harmlessly to the side and on the right side of the chair. Hisoka tilted his head to the side and let the rest of the tea fall by his feet while he kept your mug dangled in the air. 

“Your aim is getting better, have you been practicing? ~♢”

You visibly relaxed and pointed a finger at him sternly, but were unable to hide the smile forming on your face.

“You asshole, how many times do I have to tell you to stop doing that?”

“Several. ~♡”

“And you have yet to use the front door, why?”

He shrugged his own smile forming as he retracted his nen so the mug came to his hand effortlessly. “If I did that, what fun would that be? ~♢”

“I guarantee it would be better than getting stains on your clothes.”

He hummed and set the mug down on the newly soiled chair arm. “I have others. ~♧”

The retort on your tongue died when he walked the three strides it took to reach you and slip his hands under your shawl and onto your shoulders.

You sucked in a sharp breath, “Jesus fuck you’re cold.”

“Language. ~♤”

“No.”

He stayed quiet when you took his hands off your shoulders to hold them between your own. He let you bring them up to cradle against your neck, no teasing comment following how unbothered you were by the sharpness of his nails as you tried to warm them up.

The two of you stood like that for a moment - silence only broken by the interspersed pop of distant fireworks. After a while, you rested your cheek against his knuckles as you looked at him.

“I thought you weren’t going to show today.” You said softly.

Hisoka hummed as he scanned you up and down. “I can tell.”

“Gee thanks, love to hear it.”

“You’re not letting me finish, darling,” He untangled his hands from yours to boop you on the nose. Your face scrunched up with the action and you stuck your tongue out at him. “I was going to say: I can tell, so it’s a good thing the place I plan to take you doesn’t have a dress code. ~♤”

Your teasing guard dropped immediately and you looked at him with a raised eyebrow.

“You want to go out? It’s-” You looked down at your watch. “11:40.”

“It isn’t far.” He gently pulled you back out onto your balcony. “But it will be faster if we leave my way instead of yours. ~♢”

You looked at him like he grew an extra head. “You’re joking.”

“Trust me, my dear. ~♡”

You huffed and placed your shawl over the back of the chair, hoping the smile that formed on your face didn’t betray your nerves. “If I die, I’ll kill you.”

“Promises, promises.” He ushered you closer with a small motion of his hand. “Jump up, it’ll be faster if I carry you. ~♤”

You hesitated, but obliged. Hisoka’s arms looped under your knees as soon as you were in the air, and you hooked your arms around his neck.

“Don’t drop me, please.”

He chuckled, but didn’t reply. You knew he wouldn’t, and he knew you knew, but the nonverbal affirmation was still appreciated since the sound was quickly followed by him jumping up onto your railing and pushing off.

There was no part of you that could ever properly prepare for just how fast Hisoka was.

In short, it was awe inspiring that a human was capable of reaching such a speed. The world turned into a blur of technicolor as it whizzed past you, and motion sickness threatened to rear its ugly head when he made any movements that your body deemed too jarring. You closed your eyes to compensate. It felt like riding on the world's least predictable roller coaster.

When he finally slowed down, you found the courage to reopen them.

You were nowhere new, but the view from Heaven’s Arena would never be something you’d even come close to getting used to.

It was phenomenal. Granted it wasn’t the very top of the building - an area that was off limits even to someone like Hisoka - but you had no complaints whatsoever. You could see the entire city from up here.

He set you down on the ledge he had chosen, and you still clung to him even after your feet touched the concrete.

“How high are we?”

“Very. ~♧”

You looked at him deadpan. “Wow, thank you for that brilliant reveal-.”

He shushed you, turning your cheek out towards the city skyline with a single finger. “Look. ~♢”

You almost missed it. The distant chant of thousands of voices counting down the final seconds of the year.

5… 4… 3… 2… 1…

The night lit up with the first bout of official fireworks. The city had clearly planned the set up to stretch across several miles so everyone could witness a piece of the artwork on display, but from your view you saw everything.

Bursts of white that soon had red, orange, and yellow joining in filled the air. The pops from the explosions were delayed due to distance and the music that the fireworks were timed to was extremely faint, but it didn’t faze you whatsoever - small gasps of wonder and excitement leaving your lips whenever a particularly impressive moment occurred.

When you looked back towards Hisoka he was already looking at you, golden eyes half-lidded but portraying something other than boredom or decet.

He hooked his fingers under your chin and pressed a kiss to your lips. 

You had kissed Hisoka many times, but this one felt different. It wasn’t quick and sweet, or drawn out and full of lust. If you had to put a label on it, it was all the things left unsaid.

It was everything.

And you couldn’t ask for anything more.

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#riri writes #riri answers on soft #Hisoka #Hisoka x Reader #Hisoka Morow x Reader #Hisoka Morow #Hunter x Hunter #HxH #God please let this be as in character as it can be for this man #please let me know what you guys think #tw heights #love my moots #moot: Eevee