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cinnamon-bunni · 1 year

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Booze, My Dear Old Friend

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Kim loved to be left alone. The faster he could finish his work, the better. If no one bothered him, he could be the happiest man in the world. But alas, the WVBA hated his guts, and so did the boxers who worked within it.

“Hey there, Kim!”

Kim sighed, loud and exaggerated, in hopes that the person would catch on that they were not wanted. But no, of course not. Disco Kid slid into his view, a bright smile on his face. His headphones, that for once hung around his neck, blasted some sort of pop music that could be heard from miles away and it made Kim want to strangle the kid.

He was so close to freedom. They were in one of the public halls, but he was only a few feet away from a door that adorned the wonderful words “employees only”. Because even if Disco Kid technically worked under the WVBA, there were still areas that the boxers didn’t have access to. And said area was only five feet away…

“Is there something you need, Kid?”

He readjusted the shoulder strap of his gym bag, and ran his finger up and down along it. It was driving Kim insane. “I was wondering if you were free after work.”

Yes, he was. Kim almost never had anything going on. “No.”

“Aw, what? C’mon! I thought all you did was smoke and drink and waste away?”

Alright, Kim wanted to know who told him that. Because while it was very true, Kid didn’t need to know that. “I got plans tonight.” He took a step backwards.

Kid took a step forward. “Oh yeah? And what might they be?”

“Oh, you know.” He took another step away. “Stuff.”

“Uh huh. Stuff.”

“Yep.” He chose to ignore Kid’s glare and took another step back. So close to freedom. He waved his clipboard around, as a way to keep Kid away from him, but kept it as nonchalantly as possible. “So sorry that I can’t do whatever it is you want to drag me to. I’m busy.” Kim would rather throw himself off a bridge than do whatever activity Disco Kid had planned.

“C’mon! Don’t you wanna have some fun for once?”

“I don’t know what you mean,” Kim said with a shrug and a deadpan voice. “This job is the most fun I’ve had in decades.”

“Kim,” he groaned, “just this once? You can just cut loose and have the best time of your life and then I’ll never bother you again!”

Kim was so close. He took another step. “Why do you care so much, huh? My life is my life.”

Disco Kid hummed. “Dunno. But I do know that you seem like a man who needs to party for once!”

It didn’t explain why Kid cared about someone who he’s only met in passing a handful of times, but whatever. His back was against the door. “If I agree, will you leave me alone?”

“Yep!”

“Fine, whatever then, you can drag me to a club or bar or whatever you want me to do.” Disco Kid’s face lit up, and Kim was quick to retreat through the door.

“Awesome! Tomorrow after work then?" Kim pretended that he couldn't hear the shouts, and went deeper into the backrooms. Hopefully, After being ignored, Disco Kid would take a hint.

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He did not. Not at all.

Apparently Disco Kid was nothing if not persistent. Because even after blowing the kid off, telling him that something unexpected came up, he still always offered to reschedule. Honestly, Kim had no idea why the boxer even cared so much–didn't the kid know by now how annoying Kim was to be around? He was practically a buzzkill, and he was willing to bet that Disco Kid didn't care for that sort of crowd.

And yet, he asked. Every single day. And Kim declined every single day. He would be lying if he said that it wasn’t starting to wear him down, though. How Kid was able to just keep asking, Kim didn’t know. Couldn’t the kid take a hint? Surely he would’ve known by the third time that Kim didn’t want to go anywhere or do anything.

“Holy fuck, fine. I’ll fucking go, happy?” After the eleventh time of asking, Kim finally broke down. Disco Kid won.

And so Kim found himself, instead of inside his favorite bar, waiting outside in the cold in front of some sort of club that Disco Kid asked him to be by nine. The wind blew easily through his dress shirt, making him shudder from the cold. The neon lights from the building brightly colored the streets more than the moon ever could. Loud music poured out of the club, and people bustled about in front of the club. He groaned as he reached into his pockets for his lighter. Because, after arriving late, he had been waiting there for almost ten minutes, and Kid had made no signs of showing up.

“You gotta be fucking kidding me,” he muttered around the cigarette in his mouth. Kid was the one to fuckign invite him, insisted on going to some fucking upbeat and annoying club, and he didn’t he show up. Kim took in a long inhale, and blew the satisfying smoke into the cool air. “Waste of my fucking time.” Well, at least he got to go home.

“Oh, Kim! There you are, man!” Or not. Fuck.

Disco Kid was certainly dressed for the occasion. A dark blue shirt with a deep v-neckline along with a golden chained necklace, paired with a dark pair of bell bottoms, didn’t really surprise Kim.

“Sorry for being so late. I went to go pick up Heike, but turned out they were busy, and it became a whole thing because they didn’t tell me that-”

“Don’t care,” he interrupted. “Let’s just hurry in already, yeah? The faster we’re done, the faster you can return that outfit of yours to the 70s.”

Kid’s cheery smile changed more into a teasing smirk. “Yeah, but at least I dressed up. What, do you only have one outfit?”

“I have no idea what you mean.”

“That’s literally what you worked in earlier today!”

Kim scoffed. Obviously his normal white dress shirt was replaced by his nice black one. Anyone with a working pair of eyes could see that; however it was obvious that Kid felt differently. Whatever, it wasn't like Kim was the type to dress up for anything–at least the other man should've known that much.

“C’mon man, let’s just head inside already–it’s freezing out here!”

“Says the man who wasn’t waiting outside for half an hour.”

“It’s only been ten minutes!” Kim rolled his eyes.

“Alright, fine, whatever. Let’s just get inside already.” He let Disco Kid take the lead. Kim had to sadly put out his fresh cigarette before he entered. The things he did just to appease people.

It was, in fact, warmer inside, so at least there was that. But it was filled to the brim with people, music that he was sure was going to worsen his tinnitus, and lights that blinded him. He had no idea how Disco Kid was able to handle it all, or anyone for that matter. But then again he was sure he was classified as an old man now, so he was sure that his opinions were invalid.

Through the sea of people, Kim was able to spot what looked like a bar. Thank fucking god. He made a beeline towards one of the empty stools. What else was he supposed to do? What did Disco Kid think was going to happen if he brought him to a place that served alcohol?

“I guess I shouldn’t be surprised, huh?” Kid asked, a small smile on his face.

“What did you think was gonna happen, huh? You brought me to a place that has alcohol, and forced me to put out my cig. And seeing as how I’m basically here against my will, I’m going to drink my problems away.”

To Kim’s surprise, Disco gave a sheepish laugh, as he rubbed his neck. “Yeah, I…I didn’t think this far ahead, to be honest. I didn’t think you’d agree to come out with me tonight. I didn’t plan anything out…” He gave a humorless laugh, and Kim rolled his eyes.

“Well, you should’ve thought about that–literally had the whole fuckin’ day.” Kim left his murmurs to himself, and tried to wave down the bartender; busy with customers down at the other end of the bar, Kim was left ignored by them. He gave a huff of annoyance, and shot a look at Kid. “Are you gonna sit, or what?”

If Kid was surprised by this offer, he didn’t show it. A smile once again cracked onto his face, and he slid into the barstool next to Kim’s. From his peripheral, he noticed that Disco started to drum his fingers on the counter–not that it could be heard, thanks to the boisterous music that played overhead. Kim’s eyes stayed on the drinks racked on the wall ahead though; he really didn’t care what Disco Kid was thinking about, if that was just a nervous tic, or whatever. He just cared about the drink he needed.

God, he needed a drink so badly.

Kim, thankfully, was able to catch the attention of the bartender. Once the man walked over, Kim quickly gave his order.

"Two shots of whiskey." The bartender didn't say much--or anything, really, and it was just the way Kim liked it. He just gave a simple nod of his head, and brought out two shot glasses onto the countertop. If Kid was really paying for drinks like he had said, then he was going to dive right into what he wanted.

Kid laughed as he shook his head. "Hey, uh--thanks, but no thanks, man. I ain't really a whiskey type of person."

Kim's brows knitted together. "Who said they were for you?" he asked. No, he was planning on having both of them, thank you very much. The faster he got drunk, the better. "You can order your own drinks."

Kid just laughed to shake off the embarrassment. “Yeah, guess I should’ve expected that, huh?” He scratched the back of his neck as he offered a smile. Nervousness didn’t look good on him–or maybe it was never the fact that Kim had never seen Disco Kid wear any sort of emotion that wasn’t something bright or peppy. He just sorta assumed that the kid was always just happy.

“Why’d you bring me here, anyway?” Kim questioned, deciding to change the subject. “I think we both know that this isn’t sort of my scene.”

Disco changed from drumming one finger against the polished wood to drumming three of them. If Kim could actually hear it, he was sure it would grate on his nerves. “Well, it’s not like I knew where’d you like to go,” Kid reasoned. “I mean, I barely know anything about you. Which is why I brought you out here. What better way to learn about a guy than to just hang out with them, ya know?”

“Or, you could’ve just left me alone,” Kim rebutted. “You didn’t have to know me. I’d argue that we were both happy where we already were. So, that brings me to the same question of why?” Kim reached over to the almost forgotten whiskey, and downed it. He slammed the glass against the counter. A satisfied sigh left him, and he looked back at Kid. “Well? Why?”

Disco Kid shrugged, and Kim swore he saw a small smirk tug on the kid’s mouth. “I don’t know man. I just thought you’re funny.”

Kim sputtered at that. Huh? What? “Ex-fucking-scuse me? Did you just say I am funny?”

Disco Kid laughed at that. It was loud and boisterous, one that made Kim’s face get hot in anger, along with just a slight tinge of embarrassment. He busts his ass off all day, only to be found funny by some kid. Wonderful.

“I’m sorry man,” Disco tried, words jumbled between his intakes for air and exhales of laughter. “I didn’t mean to make fun of you, I swear. I just thought you seemed like a fun guy to be around.”

Kim thought back to that morning, where he had yelled at some random janitor who got in his way. “Really? Fun?” His hand itched to hold the second shot.

“Okay well–sometimes, yeah! I don’t know man, I just thought that you’d maybe want some company for a change. And I thought I could get to know you better. I don’t know, I just thought maybe a change of pace might’ve been something you’d enjoy.”

Ah shit, Kim brought the mood down, didn’t he? Which wasn’t something new, he always did that. His outstanding and wonderful personality just did it on its own, it wasn't like Kim was doing it on purpose. Most times he was, yes, but now he just felt a bit bad. Disco Kid’s mood was obviously turned down into a low simmer of guilt for dragging Kim here, and Kim felt like an asshole.

Well. He was an asshole. But now he was being forced to think about it, and Kim didn’t like that at all.

He tossed his head back to gulp down the last shot. It burned as it slid down his throat, leaving a satisfying feeling.

“Alright,” he started, slamming the drink back down. “I’ll let you ask me a few questions, and I’ll answer with the least amount of sarcasm I can handle doing. If you ask any dumb questions then I’m done, got it?” A cheery smile grew on Kid’s face. “‘Kay, good. But first: drinks.”

“On it!” Kid called over the barkeep, who had come over in record time. Kim felt like maybe the bartender just had a personal grudge against him or something; or maybe just friends with Disco Kid. The latter was much more possible.

“Just a cosmo for me,” Kid ordered. The bartender nodded, and shifted his eyes over to Kim.

“Do you happen to serve Irish coffees here?” Based on the frown that the bartender wore, Kim would guess yes. Kim offered a smile of his own. “I’ll order that, then.” If the barkeep didn’t hate him before, then he certainly did now.

“Alright,” Disco Kid started, “what do you even do after work? Or are you one of those types of people whose whole life revolves around their work? Because believe me, I tried to think of everything, but I can’t imagine any normal hobbies that fit you.”

Kim scoffed, but a smile was on his face. “I mainly just go and hang out in bars and stuff with Ebony. We like to check out new breweries and stuff, so I frequent those sorts of places.”

Kid blinked. “Ebony?”

“You know, one of the other managers? You see her like, everyday. Annoying woman that’s irresponsible? Girl that doesn’t even do her damn job half the time?” Honestly, she wasn’t that bad of a person. Kim just liked to emphasize people’s worst parts of their personalities.

Kid gave a slow nod. “Yeah, I think I know who you’re talking about.” A cosmopolitan was placed in front of him, and the kid gave a loud thanks and a thumbs up. “Soo….all you do is drink then?”

“Of course not,” Kim answered. He gestured lazily with his hand. “I…I don’t know, watch TV and shit. Fall asleep with a cigarette in hand–Jesus fuck, don’t give me that look kid, it’s called a joke–and I guess watching over Hana when she visits.”

Disco Kid tilted his head, and shifted to lean forward in curiosity. “Oh? Who’s Hana?” An Irish coffee was placed in front of Kim. He took a sip, only ending up with a mouth full of foam.

“She’s my sister,” he answered with a sigh. He drummed his fingers against the counter in annoyance; he could feel his temper rising just thinking about her. “A brat, she is. Thank God I only have to handle her during the summer.”

“Aw, she can’t be that bad,” Kid insisted after taking a sip of his brightly colored drink. “I’ve always wondered what having siblings would be like,” he continued. “I don’t have any, obviously, but I imagine you would lead a less lonely life, y’know?”

“Depends,” Kim answered after taking a sip of his own drink. “Older, younger, or whatever they are, siblings will always be annoying. What’s even more annoying is having a little sister nineteen-years younger than you.”

Disco Kid choked on his drink, and Kim couldn’t keep down the smile that formed. “Sorry, did you say nineteen?”

“Yeah, it’s arguably a bit fucked. Sometimes I forget people aren’t used to that piece of information. Could be worse though.” He took a swig of his coffee. “I mean sure, our relationship is fucked, and she hates my guts–which the feeling is mutual–and she’s the bane of my existence, but…” he gave a loud snort, continuing, “I hate her, but it’s more of a ‘only I get to bully her’ sort of thing.” A shrug. “I love her, I guess.”

“You guess?” A nervous chuckle left Kid. “Man, sounds like you two have the most complicated relationship in existence.”

Kim surprised himself by laughing along. Maybe it was the alcohol already hitting his system. “Yeah, well, that’s definitely something more of a fifth or sixth after-work hangout, ‘kay?”

“Aw, you think you can see us hanging out again?” Kid asked in a teasing manner. But, Kim gave it some actual thought behind his answer. He gulped down the rest of his burning beverage, slamming it back down before he answered.

“As long as I get to pick the venue. ‘Cause if you bring me to a place like this again I swear to God I’ll rig every match of yours to make sure you lose to fucking people like Glass Joe.” He paused for a second, his temper calming down somewhat. “But if things are like this, where you just sit there and listen, then yeah. I don’t see why not. I’m sure Eb would appreciate more company–someone who isn’t me.” Someone who’s bitter and angry all the goddamn time. “Also, you’re the one who’s always paying.”

“Done and done!” Kid exclaimed. “See? Hanging out with me isn’t so bad. You just gotta get out more!” Kim scoffed at that, but the sentiment made itself known. Disco Kid took another sip of his drink, and Kim drummed his fingers against the counter in thought.

Well, as long as he got free booze out of it, he didn't see why he shouldn't hang out with the Kid more often.

#punch out #punch out!!#punch out wii #disco kid #punch pit oc #oc kim #ooo I hate this oooo I hate this so much #but I've been working on this for months and yall deserve at least something from me i feel obligated to post this lol #idk if I'll write more--we'll have to see #punch out fanfic #small mention of fb25's oc ebony

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sukipershipper · 2 years

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Hey All! For the forseeable future, I’m going to be posting the rest of Reunion as well as a few other fics of mine onto AO3 and Wattpad, just because it’s easier to maintain and update.

Chapter’s 6 and 7 are out now on AO3, and Chapter 7 is going up now on Wattpad. Thank you very all for your patience.

For your convinience as well, I am going to leave the links to the fics as well as my AO3 account here. Thank you again

Nga Mihi

Wattpad Link: https://www.wattpad.com/story/305643132-reunion-a-punch-out-fic

AO3: https://archiveofourown.org/works/38065120/chapters/95081539 (Reunion Full Story (Ongoing))

https://archiveofourown.org/users/X_Sukix29 (My Account)

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lauraneedstochill · 1 year

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The object of my desires

summary: You overhear Aemond making a snarky remark about the way you dress. You decide to teach him a lesson.

warnings: friends to lovers (both are idiots), a dash of angst, Aegon gets punched (but he redeems himself), a lot of teasing, things get very heated (NSFW: it is smut but not very detailed so don't get your hopes up), with a sprinkle of softness

words: ~6500 (it was supposed to be shorter but they started making out...)

author's note: the idea first popped into my head months ago when I saw this post. also, for the longest time I've been thinking that “you are the bane of my existence” monologue is a perfect fit for Aemond — and yet I haven't seen a single fic * using that quote?! so I finally decided to give it a try.

If anyone asked you to describe your relationship with Aemond, you would’ve said that the two of you were almost friendly. The almost part was the trickiest one to explain because, even though both of you acted very content with the way of things, you still couldn’t help but think that you wanted something more, no matter how much you’ve tried to deny it.

You got to know him through Helaena who you befriended when you were ten and six. A year older than you, she was the weird girl no one wanted to talk to and you approached her out of curiosity but soon learned that she had a cheerful nature and quite a nimble mind. She loved your sharp sense of humor and energetic wit and the two of you became close, your contrasting personalities complimenting each other very well.

Your introduction to her brothers was brief and for a couple of months, you didn’t interact with either of them. She’s been married to Aegon for four years back then and even though he immediately didn’t strike you as a faithful husband — always a cup away from being wasted and shamelessly gazing at every maid’s legs — he mostly looked harmless. Aemond, however, was the exact opposite — guarded and collected, he kept his distance from everyone, making it clear that it was his choice. You could only get a good look at the prince when you were passing the training yard, and a couple of times you found your gaze lingering on him — on the lean body and tense muscles, on the way he moved the sword with ease. In those moments you felt the danger radiating off him, yet it never scared you away. But you knew better than to fawn over the prince who seemingly paid you no mind.

A significant change came on the evening of Aegon’s ten and ninth birthday which Helaena begged you to come to — you weren’t fond of big events but couldn’t say no to her. For the most part, the feast was tolerable as you’ve spent it by her side, making glib remarks about the guests, much to your friend’s amusement. But when the celebration died down and all the nobles began to disperse, Aegon, drunk out of his mind, decided to make advances toward his wife whom he ignored for the duration of the evening. His approach was harsh and unexpected, and the look on Helaena’s face shuttered your heart.

“Your grace, your manners escape you,” you tried warning him, shielding your friend but Aegon was too wasted to notice your fiery gaze. In his inebriated state, he probably mistook you for a maid as he grabbed your arm in an effort to shove you aside. Next thing you know, your fist connected with his nose — and then Aegon was lying on the floor, eyes wide and blood gushing down his face as you stood next to him, fuming. Before he could think of an answer, Aemond appeared out of nowhere — just in time to drag his brother away, while the drunkard was hurling insults at you in a frenzy. Only when they left, it dawned on you what you just did.

You expected for the king’s guard to come for your head in the morrow, but instead, a few surprising things happened. First, you learned that the boys didn’t rat you out, making it look like they were the ones who got into a fight. Aegon did apologize to Helaena and from that day, his temper softened as he never dared to repeat his mistake. But, most importantly, Aemond took a sudden interest in you.

Overall, his behavior stayed the same, but you regularly caught him looking in your direction, and every time you saw each other, he made sure to acknowledge your presence. He never initiated the conversation first, only sometimes curtly voicing his opinion, yet you noticed him paying attention to your chattering with Helaena — and you could swear that a few times he suppressed a laugh at your jokes.

The mystery veil that the prince was surrounded with sparked your curiosity, and you wanted to crack down his guard, to get a chance to know him. The opportunity presented itself one day when Helaena and you came to watch Aemond train. You saw him and Criston arguing as the prince was late to his studies but Cole refused to let Aemond leave until he wins the last bout. Whether he wasn’t in the right mood or had something distracting him, Aemond kept losing, and his teacher only pushed him further, relentless in his attempts.

“Ser Criston, you’re putting yourself in harm's way,” you chimed in, making the man turn to you with a chuckle, while Aemond gave you a tired look.

“May it be that the finest swordsman of the realm is simply avoiding his responsibilities?” you suggested with a light grin.

“Mayhaps he is in need of some encouragement, lady Y/N,” Cole teased.

“Well, I would've volunteered to share the burden of learning with him,” you remark. “If only he could win this one bout,” you added, keeping eye contact with the prince.

It took Aemond about two minutes to knock his opponent to the ground which made Helaena gasp in surprise while you were trying to hide a smile. Without a word, Aemond came to you, and the two of you went to the library. On your way there, he kept silent, but you were not intimidated at all. When you walked into the room, Aemond hesitated as if giving you a chance to change your mind. But you boldly turned to him:

“If you mean to scare me with the prospect of studying, I should warn you that I've read more books than you can count,” you informed the prince.

It was the first time when you saw him smiling — widely and shamelessly, looking very smug.

“You are full of surprises, my lady,” he grinned. “Do you mean to challenge me?”

It turned out that Aemond liked challenges, and you enjoyed being one. Since that day, you got into the habit of joining him in the library and the prince would accompany you in his free time more often than not. You would dare him to read faster, to fight harder, to engage in conversations — or sometimes to simply have fun. Whenever you had a reason to disagree with him, he was always respectful and found himself entertained by your way of thinking, which made your discussions and even arguments span for hours.

As years went by, you kept playfully bantering back and forth, and Helaena told you that you were the only one allowed to act like that around her brother. You couldn’t understand what his motives were but it was hard to deny that his company was pleasant. Aemond grew up into quite an eligible bachelor and his attention did flatter you, even though he never crossed the line. Sometimes you even dared to entertain the thought that maybe — just maybe — Aemond had a soft spot for you.

Until one day things took a turn.

Helaena’s twentieth birthday was meant to be just another celebration that you would’ve skipped if it wasn’t for her. The only way for you to pass the time was dancing which you’ve actually come to love in recent years, enjoying the rhythm of the music that helped to lighten your mood. Your dear friend mostly preferred to sit back so you were often compelled to find yourself a company that would be bearable, at the very least.

That evening, you got acquainted with Jacaerys Velaryon, the boy being younger than you but a foot taller. He approached you with a small smile on the pretext of knowing Helaena, and you soon learned that he was a good dancer. But the best thing about Jace was that he spend most of his time talking about his betrothed, Baela, who he was absolutely smitten with. The girl sadly couldn’t be present as she had to stay with her dad, who recently sailed home, and the dark-haired boy couldn’t keep his mouth shut. All the time while dancing he was either gushing about her or asking your advice, which you found adorable and gladly chatted with him.

Throughout the feast, you felt Aemond looking at you, probably more than usual. You knew that he wasn't fond of dancing and even though his gaze on you felt rather good, deep down you wished that he was the one you were spending time with. After a couple of hours, however, you saw his usual spot empty, and the prince was nowhere to be found. For some reason, you got a very bad feeling and, after leaving Jace to take a break, you went to Helaena. She informed you that Aemond left not so long ago, adding that it looked like her brother was upset about something.

That's how you ended up roaming through the castle halls, giving in to the unsettling feeling churning in your stomach. Passing by one of the chambers, you suddenly hear voices and realize that it's Aemond talking to his brother. You don’t mean to eavesdrop and were about to turn around — but then Aegon mentions your name.

“You are foolish to wait for so long. You could’ve at least asked Y/N for a dance,” his remark is followed by gulping sounds. Is he ever without a cup? You hold back a giggle — which quickly disappears when you hear Aemond’s answer:

“I prefer not to waste my time on such futile activities,” and his voice is unexpectedly grim.

“You may want to reconsider when the lady has every man’s attention. Even the Velaryon boy was pretty much drooling,” he chuckles, and his words make your brows furrow as you are certain he has no ground to suggest that. You’re a moment away from drowning in doubts, but the younger prince brings you back to reality.

“I suppose it's hard not to, with the way she's been dressing lately,” Aemond deadpans.

He says it with a flat tone — yet it feels like a punch that knocks all of the air out of your lungs. There's a brief pause — and Aegon sounds almost sober when he asks, with a hint of surprise in his voice:

“And what about her dresses?”

“I found them to be... rather bawdy. Although I’m not impressed in the slightest,” Aemond forces out.

Your heart sinks at his words, cheeks heating up. You wait for him to say anything else, to give an explanation, at least one reason for his accusations but there is none. Aegon laughs — and you feel sick to your stomach, realizing that you cannot bear listening to their conversation any longer.

You walk away as quietly as possible, with cotton feet and your hands shaking. You rush past the hall and out of the castle, tears pricking in your eyes. Only once you're all alone, embraced by the silence of the night, you take a deep breath of air. Aemond’s words are ringing in your ears, loud and clear. You look down at your dress in disbelief: the neckline is basically non-existent, your arms are fully covered, and it barely shows any skin at all. And yet he thinks this is inappropriate?

Your cheeks are wet and burning yet you feel anger bubbling in your chest. You never thought Aemond could be cruel — and yet it’s him, out of all people, who let those vile words slip out of his mouth like they meant nothing. Like you meant nothing to him. For years, you heard people calling him cold-hearted and arrogant but you were naive to believe that the prince made an exception for you. Out of all the mistakes you’ve made so far, this one might’ve been the most painful one.

Your outrage spreads like a wildfire as you think back to every interaction you’ve had with Aemond, his every glance and every word that fooled you into thinking that he cared. Was he secretly criticizing you the whole time? How many other jokes did he make behind your back? Who even gave him the right to judge whether your dresses are acceptable or not? As if he is any different from all the other men whose brains turn into mush when they get a glimpse of a female body.

You stop dead in your tracks when an idea suddenly forms in your head. It’s very uncharacteristic of you — at first, you hesitantly brush it off, thinking that it’s not wise to make any emotional decisions. And yet the idea keeps nagging at you for the remainder of the night and for a few hours you ponder if you should take such a brazen approach. But then his unkind remark pops back in your memory — over and over and over.

By the time the morning comes, you make up your mind.

He says he isn’t impressed in the slightest? There is only one way to find out for sure.

On the very next day, you take Helaena for a walk in the garden, well aware that her brothers will accompany you as Aegon doesn’t have anything else to do and Aemond prefers to take a stroll after his training. Your dress is close-fitted yet modest, not an inch shorter than necessary. It is not about the dress but what’s underneath it — and the object in question clinks lightly with your every step. You show it to Helaena right away and she finds it delightful, the jingling only making her smile. Then her siblings come to join you, you curtsy but barely spare Aemond a glance. You don’t ask a single question about his day, instead taking interest in Aegon. The older prince gives you a suspicious side-eye but welcomes the chatting. It doesn’t take long before he notices the sound, too.

“Am I the only one who can hear the clinking? I am almost certain that it’s not just in my head,” he debates.

“Oh, it’s Y/N’s doing,” Helaena beams unsuspectingly.

“Apologies, my prince, it’s my aunt’s gift that caught your ear,” you slow down and take a few seconds to make sure you’ve got everyone’s attention.

And then, with one gentle motion, you pull up your dress — ever so slightly, just enough to show your ankle and the thin bracelet wrapped around it. The jewelry is made out of gold and it instantly catches the sunlight, casting warm sparkles on your skin. It’s decorated with tiny coins which make a jingling sound as you slowly turn your leg from side to side.

“I thought it was rather pretty. Don’t you think?” you only look at Aegon.

“Umm yes,” he gulps. “Rather pretty it is,” the prince mumbles, and then his gaze shifts to someone else. You don’t need to turn your head to know who he’s looking at. Instead, you continue with your walk without a care in the world.

“I should ask my aunt to bring you a similar one, my dear,” you suggest to Helaena and she eagerly agrees.

You have a few other gifts for Aemond, too.

Next time you opt for a different bracelet — with no coins and no jingling, a simple golden chain. But your dress is a tad bit shorter and the jewelry catches everyone’s eye with ease as it looks like a ray of light curled around your ankle. You deliberately walk through the training yard, arm-in-arm with Helaena. You give Ser Christon the brightest smile, and he politely nods in your direction.

“Good morrow, ladies.”

“How's your training coming along, Ser Criston?” you ask, and it feels strange to talk to him instead of Aemond. You bitterly remind yourself that you apparently overstated the value of those conversations.

“I'm afraid, we are hardly progressing. Mayhaps you will keep us company? I fear, we are in need of some cheerful words,” Cole shoots a glance at the prince who stands by, his eye fixed on you.

“Aren’t we all, Ser Criston,” you tilt your head at him. “But it seems like my pursuit of lessening your burden did nothing good,” and before he can ask anything else, you walk away, ignoring Aemond completely.

Helaena senses that something is off, giving you a worried look:

“Is there anything troubling you, Y/N?”

“Not when I'm with you, my friend,” you reassure her and force your smile to look as believable as possible.

Partially, it is true as her company always brings you joy and you don’t want to sour her mood by recalling Aemond's words that wounded your pride. You refuse to admit that he also grazed your heart.

In a week, you accept Helaena’s invitation to join them for breakfast and you decide to up your game. It's the perfect time of year for sleeveless dresses but the one you pick also has a daring addition: two thin cuts under your armpits. They are barely visible but when you put your arms up, it's easy to distinguish the contour of your ribcage and the softness of your skin peeking through.

You sit by Helaena's side, easily keeping up with the conversation and not glancing at Aemond once. After the food is taken away and everyone starts wandering around the room, you get up to fix your hair, standing not too far away from the dining table as you raise your hands and run your fingers into your hairdo.

“May I offer assistance?” Aegon leans on the wall next to you, his mouth curling into a smile.

You roll your eyes and are about to shush him when he quietly adds:

“I know what you are doing,” you turn your gaze to him, and he winks at you. “From the look on my brother’s face, I can tell you that it’s working.”

You fight the urge to look at Aemond.

“I’m afraid I can��t share your concerns,” you are fiddling with hairpins absentmindedly.

Aegon shoots a glance over your shoulder and then back at you:

“He seems pretty bothered to me. Also pissed, but that may be my doing.”

“Look at you, my little helper,” you ramble as the cool air sneaks into the cuts of your dress, and you slightly quaver.

“Well, if you are ever in need of a helping hand...”

“I will not hesitate to stick this pin into your eye,” you cut him off.

“No need!” Aegon throws up his hands, cackling. “I'd like to keep them both. So I can have a better look at my brother’s reaction when you do... whatever you plan on doing,” the shit-eating grin on his face tells you that he is enjoying this.

But when you turn around and suddenly make eye contact with Aemond, your own enjoyment fades. You notice his frown and the probability of you being the reason for it doesn’t bring any satisfaction. You let Helaena lead you away, feeling his gaze on your back as you walk out.

You do not yield to your emotions, continuing with your plan, as days turn into weeks, and then a month goes by without you as much as sharing a word with Aemond. Truth be told, you want nothing more than to stay away from him at all costs but you will not give him the satisfaction. He said he didn’t like the way you dress — and you make sure he sees every single dress you are in. You stay within the bounds of decency as you definitely have no intention to disgrace yourself, and none of your dresses are borderline scandalous, contrary to what any prince may think. You deign to let him see the curve of your neck with your hair up high, the bending of your shoulders and the sunkissed skin of your arms, the arc of your knees and mere glimpses of the upper part of your legs. You leave the rest to his imagination — granted, he has a good one considering how much time he spends reading.

During the second month, his patience starts running out.

In the years you've known Helaena, you learned all the ins and outs of the castle, so you manage to avoid Aemond at first, vanishing from his sight when needed. But, as time passes, you notice that he is tempted to talk to you, and escaping that possibility becomes harder with each day. One morning, when you walk into the yard, Aemond abruptly stops his training upon seeing you, and the two of you just stare at each other for a second, both startled and holding your breath. You are saved by Ser Criston, who calls for the prince, distracting him, giving you a chance to leave, and you all but run away.

After that day, you temporarily cease your visits to the castle, deciding to take a break and make up weak excuses to Helaena. Only now that you were apart, you realize how much you miss Aemond’s physical presence. His sudden, fleeting touches — to help you out of a carriage or to steady you after a fit of laughter, your hands brushing when you share books, his fingers sometimes lightly grazing your waist for the reason you are yet to know. You haven't talked to him for days, let alone felt him in your close proximity, and yet he's constantly on your mind. Somewhere in the midst of it all, you wake up at night realizing you yearn for him terribly. You wish you could go back to that damn evening of the feast, to confront him right away, to maybe get some clarification. But now too much time has passed and you’re too wrapped up in... whatever you plan on doing, so your ego insists that giving up isn’t an option.

When you receive the invitation for Aegon’s name day, you are ready to decline, but then begrudgingly decide to give it one last chance. You practice the look of indifference, the nonchalant tone, the proud gait, and you pull out your best dress. It’s green and the color is so bright, it dazzles the eyes, the material light and flowing — and yet, when you put it on, it feels incomplete. As you look in the mirror, the vivid tone of the fabric suddenly reminds you of something else. It’s a secret you once heard, a hushed conversation between the maids, one of which walked in on the prince when he wasn’t wearing his eyepatch. You only ponder for a minute and then reach for the jewelry piece that definitely will be hard not to notice.

The castle is crowded, and you are one of the last guests to arrive. Bracing yourself, you pause at the door for a second. Ser Harrold, who stands there, lets out a surprised hum.

“Should I take that as a sign of your disapproval?” you jest, watching his reaction.

“I wouldn’t dare to judge,'” he gives you a polite smile. “But I'm afraid all the men present are at risk of losing reason.”

His comment makes you chuckle and you step a bit closer, letting him take a better look:

“I thought it would match the occasion. Isn’t it beautiful?”

Ser Harrold, gods bless him, keeps his eyes on your face:

“As always, it is, lady Y/N.”

It gives you enough confidence to walk in, appearing in all your glory.

The dress is a perfect fit, with a slit down your right side and an open back. The front neckline isn't deep but in the middle of it there's a thin silver chain with a big, glittering sapphire — and the gem lays perfectly between your breasts. It’s only natural that everyone’s gaze is immediately drawn to the blue spark, all the men in the room gazing at it, voluntarily and not. But the effect their attention has is nothing compared to the wave of heat that warms your body when you feel a very particular gaze finally landing on you. You look right at him — and you catch him gawking, his lips slightly parted as he stares at the sapphire, too, almost in a trance. His hand is gripping a cup of wine with such force, you can see the whitening of his knuckles. When Aemond sharply glances up, your eyes lock for a second, and you look away first. So much for him not being impressed.

Out of the corner of your eye, you notice Jace waving at you to come sit with him, and you do not hesitate, letting the one-eyed prince out of sight.

You feel like his eye doesn't leave you for a second.

You are barely able to sit still while dining and let out a sigh of relief when it's time for dancing. You rush away from the table, thinking it will provide you with a distraction, and you will be glad for any partner if only he can move his legs and keep his mouth shut. You go to the end of the line, lost in your thoughts, and when you finally come to a stop and look to the other side — you see Aemond standing in front of you.

The tall prince with his hands clasped behind his back, wearing all black, stares at you in a way that makes the crowd around you disappear.

When the dance starts, you step toward each other, and he speaks up first.

“I couldn't help but notice your absence, lady Y/N. I find myself wondering what is the reason behind it,” his hand briefly touches yours, your bodies following the music.

“Your question is confusing, my prince. As I was merely doing you a favor,” you swap partners but Aemond only looks at you.

“Your leaving hardly favors me,” the prince says when you’re in his arms again. You feel a flicker of anger rising inside but keep your voice down.

“I was actually counting on you being relieved,” you snort, not looking at him. “Since, as it turned out, you were so displeased with my bawdy dresses,” with these words, you step away from him once more.

A minute later you come back to his side but don’t let him say a thing.

“I've always thought bawdy was just another word for a whore. So I suppose I should be glad that you at least had some decency to not stoop so low,” when your eyes meet, you think you've never seen him so hurt.

Before he can come up with an answer, you are out of his reach. Then you circle back to Aemond again, and this time your tone comes out hasher.

“I also wonder if you would be so brave to say all that to my face. But it seems that your bravery falters when confronted with the need to speak plainly.”

The rhythm of the music works in your favor, because whenever Aemond tries opening his mouth, you’re swooped away from him, and it gives you time to tighten your self-control. You think you should resent him for his silly words, for his heavy gaze, for him knowing how to dance even though he never once did that with you in all these years.

But you have no resentment for him. All of a sudden you realize what you are actually feeling.

And then the dance comes to an end.

You only curtsy out of politeness, averting your gaze:

“I will not vex you anymore, my prince.”

“Y/N, wait, I should —,” he tries to take your hand but you swerve away from him.

“I already promised the next dance to someone else,” you lie. “You are finally free of my company.”

At that very second, when you glance at him before leaving, he looks absolutely heartbroken. Or maybe you just imagined it in an attempt to ease your own pain.

Your feet carry you to the library on their own accord, and you’re too distraught to notice until you are already inside, in the dusty silence of the endless shelves. You take a hold of the nearest one, trying to catch your breath. You barely get a minute of solitude before you hear footsteps approaching. And it’s kind of pathetic how easy it is for you to guess who it is.

“Your tendency to run away from me is quite unnerving,” Aemond walks in with rapid strides, his voice laced with emotion you can’t read.

His words, however, trigger your reaction in no time.

“Maybe it is because I do not want to be in the company of someone who hurt me,” you turn to him, and he’s already only a couple of meters away. The dim lighting illuminates his silver hair, the outline of his broad shoulders, his eye is boring into you. He looks so beautiful in his frustration, your chest tightens at the sight.

“I would've apologized right away if only you let me speak,” the prince retorts.

“Did something hold you back from apologizing sooner? Or were you too preoccupied with being outraged by my clothing choices?” your heart skips a bit at the intensity of his stare but you refuse to break the eye contact.

“I never said I was outraged.”

“You weren't thrilled, either, you made that very clear.”

“You know nothing of my motives because you refuse to listen to me!” he raises his voice and it startles you. But he doesn’t sound angry.

Aemond is standing at arm’s length — and you can clearly see that his face expresses no signs of annoyance or hatred. Instead, he looks at you with longing.

The air in the room feels heavy.

You run your tongue over your lips to moisten them, and Aemond’s eye darts to your mouth.

“We can agree on one thing,” he drawls, his eye locking with yours again as he moves closer. You take a step back — and feel pressed against one of the shelves.

He speaks with his tone low:

“...You vex me to no end.”

With another step, Aemond towers over you, and when you look up, your faces are only inches apart, and his flaming gaze envelops you.

“You are the bane of my existence,” Aemond breathes out. “And the object of all my desires,” his voice breaks, and you feel him inhaling sharply.

His words are akin to a match that lights up a fire deep in you, the muscles of your stomach tightening involuntarily. With one finger he tucks a strand of your hair behind your ear, and you can’t help but lean into his touch, your breathing shuddering.

“I’m haunted by your image everywhere I go,” he rasps, his nose brushing yours. “Night and day, I dream of you,” his index finger moves under your chin, close to the pulsating point on your neck. You feel the heat spilling into the pit of your belly, and you want nothing more than for Aemond to kiss you.

“I was raised to act with honor, but that honor is hanging by a thread every minute I spend in your presence,” he whispers vehemently, his words hot against your mouth.

You are dizzy, breathless — and craving him. Everything else is forgotten, erased, nonexistent. It’s just you two.

“You are all I can think about,” you confess with a strangled voice, looking at Aemond through your lashes — and it sets him off.

His lips capture yours in an instant, claiming and burning with need. He pulls you closer, his hands on your back, and yours go up his shoulders to lock behind his neck. Aemond kisses you deeply, hungrily, sweeping his tongue over your lower lip and then sliding it in, intertwining with yours. One of his palms moves lower, outlining the curve of your hip, glides over your leg — and into the slit of your dress. He grabs your thigh, his thumb landing on the inner side of it, and he starts slowly massaging small circles on it. Him touching your bare skin elicits a moan from you and in the heat of the moment, as your mind goes blank and you can only focus on the pleasuring sensation, you spread your legs, and his finger slips higher — to the place where you want him the most.

He breaks the kiss in surprise, and you wait for it to dawn on him. To realize that you are, in fact, completely naked under the dress. You can feel arousal pooling between your legs, your body prickling with anticipation.

“I was under the impression that you owe me an apology,” you unabashedly murmur, looking him straight in the eye.

You don't know if it's a challenge or a plea — at this point, you do not care. Apparently, neither does Aemond, as he takes no time hoisting your leg up to his waist for better access, firmly holding it in place. Your respite barely lasts a few seconds before you feel his other hand cupping your sex, rubbing his fingers through your folds. You shut your eyes, gasping for air, as he unhurriedly smears your wetness — and then his finger dips into your core, the sensation making you shiver.

“Aemond,” you sign, your body trembling with desire.

Trying to inhale, you get a whiff of aroma, a mix of leather and salty ocean breeze — and all at once, you are surrounded by him. His scent, his warmth, his scorching touches, the taste that's left on your lips. He leaks into your every cell.

Aemond nuzzles into the crook of your neck, leaving wet kisses there, his finger picking up the pace.

“I've missed you,” he avows. “So fucking much,” he lightly nibbles the skin above your collarbone. “Missed hearing you say my name. Say it again.”

He doesn't need to ask twice — and the interweaving of letters rolls off your tongue with each breath:

“Aemond”

“Aemond.”

His name fills your mouth, leaving no space for air, your throat tight and breathing rapid. Aemond’s lips move down to your shoulder.

“Oh, the things I want to do to you,” he haltingly rambles, and the implication makes you clench around him, dragging a low groan from the prince.

He leaves a trail of kisses following the silver chain down to your breasts. The gem feels cold in contrast to your skin, and even though your head is clouded with lust, it triggers a memory. You move one of your shaking hands to his face, guiding it up to look at you again.

“I want to see the real thing,” you whisper, gazing at his eyepatch. “Let me. Please, let me.”

His hand between your legs doesn't stop its movement but the one on your thigh trembles. You are too caught up in the moment to think straight, and before he can answer, your fingers roughly remove the leather patch.

The sapphire glows like a beacon, the cold blue of it is dazzling and piercing through your blurred vision. The tones and shadows are interlacing, cyan melting into azure and dark blue, and it’s mesmerizing. Seeing him like this, stripped of his restrain and his disguise, is the most intimate, precious thing in the world.

“Gods, you are divine,” you moan, panting.

You catch a flash of emotion in his eye — before you can take another breath, his lips are on yours again. This kiss is steady and fervent, and while his mouth melts into yours, Aemond adds a second finger. It slides in with ease, and he builds up the speed that makes you swallow air. He’s terrifyingly good with his fingers, with his every move, precise and fast.

“Aemond,” you whimper in his mouth, but his lips keep chasing yours, and you can only follow, letting him take your breath away again and again. You lose track of time, lose yourself in his arms. His face is always close to yours, he breathes in every moan you make and keeps his gaze on you, watching you squirm, your cheeks flushed and lips quivering.

You helplessly whisper his name, and it comes out as a prayer, the coil in your stomach ready to snap. Aemond gives you a breathless smile:

“You do not need to beg me, ever,” he says in a husky voice. “I will give you anything you want,” with these words, he presses a thumb on your clit, resuming the well-known circling motion, making you choke on air.

It takes merely a few seconds for you to come undone, the wave of pleasure blinding and crushing over you. His lips are at the corner of your mouth, ready to cover it should you make any loud sound, but you drop your head back, mouth falling slack in a silent cry.

His fingers slow the pace until you let out a quiet whine, and he removes them, carefully lowering your leg. You feel fuzzy-headed, trying to catch your breath, a few beads of sweat rolling along your hairline. One of his hands gently falls on your back, rubbing soothing patterns on your skin.

“I truly am sorry, Y/N,” Aemond admits.

You chuckle lightly:

“I think you already made it up to me.”

Despite the hint of humor, there's an anxious feeling stirring in your abdomen, and you are afraid to open your eyes to meet his. You don't know what's to come and you dread the emptiness that will follow if he leaves.

Aemond tenderly cups your face with his hand:

“Mayhaps my intentions were not clear enough. I do plan to properly court you,” your eyes snap open at his words.

There's a brief pause before he adds:

“But I still need to apologize for my behavior because you deserved none of it. I was unfair with my judgment as I let jealousy get the best of me,” he sounds genuinely remorseful.

You glance at him in confusion, the gears turning in your head for a moment, and then you realize:

"You were jealous of Jace?!"

Aemond looks down at the floor, and there's something endearing in his evident embarrassment. With your thumb and index finger you caress the jut of his jaw and make him look at you again:

“Aemond, I can barely consider him a friend. And the boy can only think about Baela, he speaks of her as if she is the light of his life.”

“I know that feeling," Aemond doesn’t hide his smile anymore when he’s with you. He brings your hand to his lips, and the sincerity of his words tugs at your heart. He leaves kisses on your knuckles, and you’re overwhelmed with happiness spreading in your chest.

“Do you get that feeling every time we argue? Or when I challenge you?” you inquire with a giggle.

His laugh vibrates against your skin. When Aemond meets your gaze, there are no doubts and reservations left, no room for denial.

“My biggest challenge was not to fall in love with you. I failed miserably,” he puts both of his hands on your waist, drawing you closer. “But I will humble myself before you because I cannot stand the thought of us being apart ever again,” Aemond presses his forehead against yours.

“I don't plan on it,” you trace his scar with your finger, giving him goosebumps. “But you do know there still will be days when we vex each other to no end?” your voice is barely audible.

He moves his mouth to yours and, before bringing your lips together, he whispers:

“I wouldn’t have it any other way.”

And neither would you.

the author doesn’t know how to shut up: — the dress is from “Atonement” (although I imagined her neckline a bit differently) — I haven’t written smut in a very long time so... I hope it was okay? any thoughts and comments will be very appreciated because I’m super nervous about this 🥺 (not gonna lie, this was kinda self-indulgent so I hope that at least some of you will enjoy it, too!)

* I know there is an amazing fic called “bane of my existence, object of my desire” by @ jasonsmirrorball — I love it to pieces and highly recommend it! 💕 💚 my masterlist English is not my first language, so feel free to message me if you spot any major mistakes!

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project-sonadow · 9 months

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happy monday, here’s some soft sonadow

#this one ripped my heart out and punched it for good measure #sonadow #shadow the hedgehog #sonic the hedgehog #sonic fanfiction #sonic fanfic

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rumoredtoexist · 1 month

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idk what it is but there’s just something about a five foot nothing goalie cooking that’s just so fucking fine. (i’m referencing something in my fic guys im sorry)

#i swear i’m not USUALLY attracted to andrew but god DAYUM #ik if i were to meet someone like him irl i’d fucking hate him #ik this bcz it happened the other day #the absolute rage i felt when he spoke to me #i wanted nothing more than to punch the shit out of his smug ass fucking face #and THATS why i’m not usually attracted to andrew #andrew minyard #all for the game #aftg fanfic #aftg #aftg andrew #fanfiction #writers on tumblr

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duskyashe · 1 year

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NaNoWriMo Day #18

[masterlist] [part two]

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If there was one thing Danny wasn't expecting when he ascended the ghostly throne, it was having to worry about a freaking line of succession. For one thing, he was under the impression the only reason he was the new ghost king at all was because he'd defeated Pariah Dark in single combat. For another, what did they expect him to do, find a nice ghost girl and settle down? He was fifteen, no way was he ready for that kind of commitment! Nevermind the fact none of us even know if being a halfa effects the ability to have kids, Danny thought grimly.

He'd brought all those points up with his advisors before, but the only one with any real advice he could actually use was Pandora. "You need an heir, but it doesn't have to be the same being the entire time. Be warned, however. Some obsessions fare better in royal positions than others do. Those with freedom related obsessions like your Ellie's would be driven mad within short order." Much more useful than Clockwork's cryptic words of, "Time is the wise King's friend."

After some deliberation and careful study of the Infinite Realms' bylaws and charters, he'd made Jazz his heir with Ellie the "spare" in case Jazz wasn't in a position to succeed Danny. This sort of solution was a stopgap one at best, but it would at least give him a few years, a decade at most, to figure out a more permanent solution. If Jazz's inherent liminality wasn't enough to satisfy the bylaws for more than a few years, then they'd switch Jazz with Ellie and have Ember take up "spare" status, but again, no one knew anything about this kind of situation, it was so new territory. Jazz might be able to give Danny ten years to figure out a more appropriate heir, or she won't be able to give him more than a few months. The variables were different enough from the norm in this situation that no one was happy with how things were at that point in time.

He really needed a better solution, though, and soon, because Ember's obsession wasn't any less freedom based than Ellie's was...

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Nearly five years after Danny's ascension to kinghood, the foundations of the Infinite Realms shifted ever so slightly, almost as though a mostly unstoppable force had tried its hand against an almost immovable object. Six months after that, Danny suddenly nearly collapsed in his applied physics class as he felt the creation of a new halfa. It was sudden, it was painful, and it was familiar. But the cry of a newly formed core, so perfectly in sync with his own, being brutalized nearly made his eyes flare green. Instantly, he knew exactly where this newborn halfa was (—halfway across the world—?), he knew exactly what was happening to them (—they're hitting him with tasers—!), and he knew that if he didn't get there as soon as possible, he'd lose something precious (—they'll ruin him, his obsession, his core—!). It was a good thing Jazz had been his emergency contact on file ever since she turned eighteen, she'd understand what he didn't say, what he couldn't say, over the phone.

Danny was excused from the rest of his classes for the day and his sister picked him up from his physics teacher's office.

"What do you need?" No nonsense, straight to the point. Jazz had grown a lot since his accident, since he became the king of an entire dimension.

Danny released an anxious breath. "I need the Infinity Map." Another breath. "And Frostbite. There's a new halfa, and he's being tortured as we speak." Just keep breathing. "His core cried out to my own, Jazz. From halfway across the world." Jazz's breath hitched at that, and he almost snorted. Exactly. Later. First, he had to save the kid, get him treatment, and deal with the idiots who dared play with things they didn't understand. Then he could deal with the fallout of him hearing the newborn halfa's cry. Deep breaths. That's it, just keep breathing.

"Do you have any more information than his location and current situation?" His sister was a blessing, truly.

"I have a name," he offered. Deep breaths, stay calm, just keep breathing. "Jason Todd." His core sang with protective fury, his obsession crying for blood. That was one of his that those assassins were trying to break. His son, that was his son.

Over my half dead body.

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So. What happens when you're so into a fanfic that you lose all track of time? Well, I end up frantically trying to write a ficlet in two hours that makes sense and doesn't leave too much hanging (⁠^⁠～⁠^⁠;⁠)⁠ゞdid I succeed?

I was originally going to use this prompt to continue one of my previous ficlets, but I also really wanted to write something new, so my muse fought me tooth and nail until I finally gave in (⁠´⁠-⁠﹏⁠-⁠`⁠；⁠) that's part of the reason why I'm writing ficlets instead of a full story this month lol I knew my muse was going to be fickle and wouldn't let me stick with one, or even two storylines lol it's happened before (⁠^⁠_⁠^⁠メ⁠)

Y'all rock, honestly. Like, I know I say that every day, but I genuinely mean it every day (^⁠‿⁠^⁠)

Have a good morning/day/night!

#danny phantom #batman #dc x dp #fanfic #dp x dc #dp crossover #dp au #fanfiction #nanowrimo 2022 #NaNoWriMo Day 18 #yes the Infinite Realms felt superboy's punch to reality #it unsettled many of the residents #the Observants wanted to do something about it but Clockwork stonewalled them lol #and yes Danny DID just adopt Jason Todd right after he was dipped in the pit!#no Danny doesn't know this baby halfa from Adam #do you think he cares?#this kid's newly formed core somehow singled his out and managed to resonate with it well enough to cry for help #FROM HALFWAY ACROSS THE WORLD #like hell Danny's gonna leave this kid alone! that kid's his now #oh he's Batman's kid?#tough luck buddy he's mine now #finders keepers losers weepers #shoulda kept a better eye on him #maybe shouldn't have let him die in the first place #what's that Jay? you wanna visit him?#... you're lucky the kid likes you Bruce #you can have him for the weekends #maybe every other major holiday #maybe #only if you teach me that cool move you did the other day when fighting that one villain

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"Tera wrist theek hai ab?"

"Fucking shit!"

Raghav pressed a hand to his chest and glared half-heartedly at Ranveer, cheeks burning at the amused smirk on his ridiculously handsome face.

"Dammit, dude," he exhales, "give a gay a warning, shit."

Ranveer snickered, and Raghav rolled his eyes before turning back to the music app on his phone.

"Hoy," he answered grumpily. "Theek ahe ata. Dukhat nahi."

Ranveer scoffed, reaching up to grab his T-shirt by the collar and pulling it off in one smooth move. Raghav hurriedly looked back down at his phone, not wanting the other boy to see the blush that was no doubt spreading across his cheeks, and almost missed what he said.

"Mai Marathi nahi bolta phir bhi I can tell you're lying," Ranveer said, turning around to dig into his bag for his kurta and ghungroo. Raghav's traitorous eyes dragged over the exposed tan skin, noting the smooth muscles and the broad shoulders and toned biceps—

He looked away, biting the inside of his cheeks and gulping down the sound that wanted to climb up his throat.

"You are absolutely not fine," Ranveer continued, completely unaware of Raghav's inner turmoil. "You're shit at lying."

"And- and how would you know that, Your Royal Thighness?" Raghav snarked back, mentally applauding himself for only stumbling over one word instead of the entire sentence, and Ranveer snorted and sniggered at the nickname. Or at least, Raghav thought it was for the nickname. He was promptly proven wrong.

"Cute stutter," Ranveer said with a wink that hit Raghav like cupid's arrow through the heart, "but that kind of gives you away, Patil."

Raghav huffed and folded his arms, pushing his lips into a pout and turning his nose up into the air.

He was absolutely not blushing at being called cute. He was not.

"You can't prove shit," he muttered, and the other boy laughed outright as he pulled his kurta on, messing up his hair in the process. Raghav barely held in his groan. He wanted to mess that glorious hair up. He wanted to slide his hands through it and pull, wanted to feel the silky strands between his fingers, wanted to hear the sounds Ranveer might make, wanted to use his hair to drag him into a hot kiss—

Stop right the fuck there, Raghu.

He pushed the thought away. Ranveer opened his mouth to say something, but the door to the studio flew open.

BANG!

It slammed against the wall hard enough to make both of them flinch, and before Raghav could even look at who it was, fingers were curling around his collar and yanking him off the bench.

"PATIL! WHAT THE FUCK DID YOU DO, HARAMKHOR?!"

Ayush. He was fuming, red in the face and breathing heavily, eyebrows dragged down into a thunderous expression. Raghav got his feet under himself to stand up straight, anger bubbling in his stomach and eyes narrowing into a glare.

"I don't know, Ayush," he said, inserting a subtle note of challenge into his voice, "what did I do that's got you so riled up?"

"YOU—"

Ayush roared and pulled back his fist. Raghav flinched and threw his arms up in an effort to protect himself, eyes squeezed shut in dreaded anticipation of the pain.

The punch never came.

"LET ME GO!"

Raghav slowly opened his eyes, then felt his jaw go slack.

Ranveer stood behind Ayush, fingers curled tight around his wrist, stopping him from moving forward and making it look effortless. The sleeves of his kurta were rolled up, and the muscles in his forearm flexed minutely when Ayush tried to push him off. He did not move even an inch.

Ayush glared at him. "Let go of me, man," he growled.

Raghav's eyes flicked to him and then back to Ranveer, who slowly tilted his head to the side and regarded Ayush with an amused smile, the kind that you gave to a kid when it was throwing a tantrum.

"No, I don't think I will, actually," he said evenly, eyes glittering with something that made a shiver run down Raghav's spine. There was something in them that almost made it seem like Ranveer had been waiting for this. What this was, Raghav had no idea, and he was not sure whether he wanted to find out or not.

Ayush tugged his arm again, but Ranveer held fast, smile growing from amused to condescending.

"You see, Ayush," Ranveer said pleasantly, "Raghav here did not come to practice the other day. And I went looking for him because he's not one to miss practise."

Ayush tried to pull his wrist away again, but the taller boy held fast, fingers flexing around bone in a manner that threatened breakage if Ayush did not stop moving. The look in Ranveer's eyes changed to something darker. "Imagine my surprise when I see his hurt wrist, and the bruise on his shoulder."

"He got his," Ayush snarled. "Walking around thinking—"

"And then," Ranveer steamrolled over him, narrowing his eyes into a dangerous look that had Raghav unconsciously shifting in unease. That was scary, but also... hot.

"And then, he told me that you were the reason for his injuries."

Ranveer laughed— a sharp, scathing sound that cut through the air like a whip, and oh Gods, Raghav was having revelations about himself. Fuck.

"You," Ranveer said, smile on his lips that implied exactly how much he respected Ayush, "who can't even pull your wrist out of a simple hold."

For show, he flexed his fingers, and Raghav felt like his cheeks were going to burst with how much blood rushed into them.

Gods fuck, that's hot.

"Why's it your concern, huh?" Ayush spat. "Trying to protect your twink boyfriend, you faggo—"

CRACK

Ayush's head snapped back, blood spraying from his nose. Raghav leapt back with a gasp as the boy screamed, hands coming up to cup what Raghav was sure was a broken nose. Within seconds, Ayush's hands were covered in blood and tears were streaming down his face.

"MADARCHOD," he howled, but Ranveer laughed in his face, a sharp, cutting smile curling over his full lips.

"I've been waiting to do that since I saw Raghav's wrist," he said in a casual tone that was completely at odds with the gleam of gratification in his dark eyes. "It was exactly as satisfying as I'd fantasised it to be."

"I'LL GET YOU BACK FOR THIS," Ayush shrieked between sobs of pain. "I'LL GET YOU BACK, YOU COCKSUCKING FAGG—"

CRACK

Ayush screamed again, and Ranveer carelessly shook out his hand, smile showing too many teeth. "Sach me, yaar Ayush," he drawled, "you should know better than to use slurs right after you've been punched. Shows poor form, especially when you can't even block a punch you already know is coming."

Ayush glared at him through puffy, tear filled eyes, and Ranveer simply smiled back, the picture of innocence if not for the blood smeared on his knuckles. Raghav had the sudden, wild urge to laugh, but he pushed it down.

"I'll get you back for this," Ayush choked out, and stomped towards the door, sobs wracking his chest. The door slammed shut behind him.

The studio was quiet for two seconds. And then Ranveer was striding towards Raghav, a worried look in his eyes. He reached out and rearranged Raghav's collar with gentle hands still covered in crimson.

"Tu theek hai?" he asked in a low, soft voice, hands coming up to cup Raghav's jaw, eyebrows scrunched in worry.

Raghav snapped.

He lunged forward, throwing his arms around Ranveer's neck, and pulled his head down to smash their lips together.

Ranveer yelped, but his arms unconsciously wrapped around Raghav's waist and pulled him in closer, till they were pressed so close together they could not tell where one began and other ended.

Raghav pulled back, stared at Ranveer with wild eyes, then lurched for another short, forceful kiss. Then another. And another.

"You—" he exclaimed, then kissed him again, "need to—" another kiss— "stop being—" one more kiss— "so fucking sexy!"

He punctuated the last word with one last, long, searing kiss, eyes fluttering shut and arching his back against Ranveer's body, slipping his tongue into the taller boy's mouth and pulling a soft noise from deep in his throat.

When he pulled away a few seconds later, Ranveer looked dazed— eyes wide and blinking slowly, lips swollen and gently parted.

They stared at each other, and then Ranveer slowly swallowed.

"So," he rasped, "you like me, then?"

Raghav rolled his eyes. "Take a wild fucking guess, sweetheart."

And he slammed his mouth back onto Ranveer's.

@orgasming-caterpillar @musaafir-hun-yaaron @h0bg0blin-meat @godnonsensical @yehsahihai

#doyh #dancing on your heartstrings #raghav x ranveer #ranveer x raghav #raghveer #fanfic #first kiss #desiblr #desi tumblr #amrut writes #amrut rambles #these boys are so stupid oh my gods #and i hate them for it #but also #theyre my stupid boys #so i love them #writing about ranveer punching the sHIT out of ayush felt so fucking good #i hope it felt just as good for you to read it

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dollmoth-productions · 5 months

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Hi guys, I want you to know that requests are still open just look at my rules post right now my hyper fixation is the Stanley parable, but I will allow punch out in my other phantoms I will allow Christmas phantoms too. I’m gonna be adding them to my Christmas list but they’re only gonna be seasonal but right now it’s almost 3 AM and I’m making this post cause I keep on forgetting this account exists.-

#fanfic #yandere imagines #yanderexreader #yandere scenarios #platonic yandere #platonic yandere imagine #punch out #yandere family #punch out wii #yandere punch out

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anotherwvba · 21 days

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Learning on the Job pt. 4

As the day wore on, fighters and hopefuls came in and out of the WVBA Gym. It was a veritable symphony of thuds, grunts, cheers, and gripes. In the center ring, Gemma was now sparring alternately with Skye and Mika under the watchful eyes of Coach Maxwell and Dudley Bruce. Glass Joe was on the treadmill trying to warn people away from a napping trainee, while Disco Kid and Cutie Hondo were showing new signee Jon Adamski around the gym and introducing him to people with varying degrees of success.

Meanwhile, in a corner of the gym, Razor Sharp was on the speed bag. She was a force of nature. She danced around the bag, keeping its rhythm flowing for strikes from all angles. She had the flair and showmanship of a star. From all around the gym, eyes fell on her and the bag. She knew and she loved it.

As Razor drew stares and gazes with her incredible bag work, Luna Doll approached a neighboring speed bag, ready to start her own workout. Luna was as precise and quick on the speed bag as she is with a controller, something viewers of her streams knew all too well. But as focused as she was, Luna found herself stealing glances of Razor’s performance on the bag next to her.

Taking a quick break, Razor took a moment to hydrate and grabbed her water bottle. Most of those watching her went back to their own training at that point, but Luna caught a glimpse of the bottle, the word RAZOR boldly emblazoned across it.

“Yo,” Luna stopped her bag as she spoke, “you’re Razor Sharp, ain’t ya’?” Her tone was friendly and warm, as usual, but had a touch of challenge to it, like she was putting her quarter down on the arcade machine to call ‘next’.

Razor turned, sizing Luna up with a smile, “That’s me, girl! Philly’s finest in the flesh.” Her brash and braggadocious nature came through, but certainly good-natured. “And you’re Luna Doll, the stream queen herself. Loved your ‘Shadow Hearts’ playthrough. Pretty cool stuff.”

“Thanks! I can’t believe you watch,” Luna’s face lit up at the recognition. “You know, I gotta tell you, debuting against each other? It’s like a dream. I’ve seen you in action before and you’re amazing! It’s like you were born for this… which kinda makes sense. B-T-W, big fan of your dad.”

A mischievous quality came through Razor’s grin, “Appreciate it. Our fight’s gonna be lit, something really special. For me, anyway. Kinda like a good public workout.”

“Excuse me?” That comment hit Luna like a game over screen and her friendly expression darkened. “What do you mean by ‘public workout’?”

Razor’s confidence never wavered, her smile securely in place. “Means you’ve never had a fight, not a real one. I step into the ring, I’m not like your influencer friends. They playing tag. I’m starching chicks. You ain’t ready for what I’m bringing.”

Pride and determination overcame Luna. Her eyes flared, but she held her temper in check. “Just ‘cause I fought influencers before I came here doesn’t mean I don’t take this seriously. Those fights were real. We weren’t playing games. We were trying to put each other on the canvas. So, you best not sleep on me, girl!”

“Hey, chill,” Razor shrugged and put her hands up. “Ain’t saying you didn’t scrap. I’ve seen what you’ve done. It’s cool and all and it took a lotta guts. But this? Me? This is the big leagues, baby, and, like you said, I was born for this. You ain’t built for a beatdown, giving or receiving.”

Luna heard the challenge in Razor’s voice and smiled. It wasn’t out of amusement, though. It was ‘game on’. She stepped a little closer toward Razor, “We’ll see, Razor. But I’mma tell you right now, you treat me like anything other than another pro and I’m gonna flip the script on you, Baby Sands.”

Closing the distance between them to mere inches, Razor’s smile broadened, her voice dropped. She was loving this. “Let’s keep this 100, aight? You best be ready to catch a beating, girl. I’mma send a message to the whole damn Circuit and that message is gonna be you, out like a light, flat on your back.”

“Oh, girlfriend,” Luna met Razor’s gaze with her own, her smile bright, too. Unfazed and unflinching. “Stay cocky. Keep underestimating me. ‘Cause I can’t wait to prove you wrong. Just one thing… don’t blink, baby. You do and you’ll wake up on your ass wondering what happened.”

And there it was. Challenge laid out and accepted. Bring your best or pay the price when the bell rings. Luna turned back to her bag, finding her rhythm driven by a newfound purchase. Razor moved on to the heavy bags to continue her own training, but just couldn’t help herself as she called back loudly over her shoulder, the whole gym hearing her.

“Hey, Hitmaker! By the time I’m done whooping your ass, you gonna wish you stuck to boxing with TikTokers and Twitch streamers. It’s a lot safer than stepping to me, baby!”

Luna’s response was a barely there smile and words only loud enough for herself to hear, drowned out by the rhythmic sounds of her speed bag. “Game on, Baby Sands… game on!”

Star Mika is an OC belonging to @cyrah-is-cool101 and is used with permission. Jon Adamski is an OC belonging to @punchout-ispunched and is used with permission.

#punch out #super punch out #punch out wii #punch-out!!#super punch-out!!#punch-out!! wii #wvba #punch out oc #punch out fanfic #razor sharp #luna doll

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meanwhilewvba · 13 days

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Joy's First Day pt. 2

by @anotherwvba

Monday, 9:56am

“Miss Swan?” A middle-aged man in a suit stepped out of a small conference room, Joy close behind, “Joy’s wrapped up all her new hire paperwork and is ready to go.”

“Excellent, Zach,” an easy smile crossed Melodie’s features as she stood. “Ow… we really need to get new chairs for the waiting rooms around here. These are stiff as a board.”

“You’ll have to take that up with Gabby,” Zach chuckled. “Something about proper posture and other stuff he said in French. I don’t know.” Zach then looked to Joy, “Now, Miss Pesca, be sure to log onto the company training server and complete your orientation videos before the end of the week. I.T. will issue you a laptop for you to use here and at home, just be sure to clock in online if you watch any of the videos away outside of your regular hours.”

“Sure thing, Mister Allan,” Joy answered crisply. Thank goodness this was normal, she thought, allowing herself to relax a little, Just like any other job I’ve had. Maybe that altercation I saw getting broken up was just a one-off.

“Miss Pesca? Did you hear me?” Zach asked.

Joy shook her head quickly, clearing cobwebs, then sheepishly smiled, “I’m sorry, Mister Allen. I was just thinking. You were saying?”

“Firstly, no more ‘Mister Allen’, please. Makes me feel old,” he smiled as he continued. “I was just saying that my business card is tucked in the front cover of your employee handbook. If you need anything, please don’t hesitate to reach out. Alright?” Joy nodded as Zach extended his hand, “Welcome to the WVBA.”

Joy nodded her thanks with a smile as Melodie gestured toward the door leading to the hallway, “If you’re ready, Joy, we can head to I.T. and get your laptop and credentials squared away.”

“Sounds great, Melodie,” Joy said, opening the door to the hall. Then just as quickly…

“EEEEEK!!!”

Scared out of her wits, Joy jumped back so far and so hard, she nearly bowled Melodie over. Melodie quickly stepped in front of her and opened the door, looking around quickly. When she looked down, her shoulders slumped in seeming resignation.

Melodie turned back to Joy who was now catching her breath. “Joy, are you alright? I’m so sorry. I promise this doesn’t happen that often.”

“Wh-what d-did I just s-see?” Joy asked, clearly still rattled.

“Those,” Melodie opened the door, pointing to the small, furry creatures running down the hallway, “are squirrels.”

Joy slowly moved to Melodie’s side, cocking her head, “Squirrels? We have a squirrel infestation?”

“Oh… no, it’s not an infestation,” Melodie’s voice was calm and steady, trying to calm Joy. “Those squirrels… and that beaver… are Bear Hugger’s pets.”

“Umm,” Joy squinted her eyes in puzzlement, “is the beaver dragging something?”

Glancing down the hallway, Melodie’s eyes widened as her head followed a bouncing box down the hall. “Crap! Come on, Joy. I might need a hand.”

Melodie takes off and Joy quickly follows, “Is that a… boombox?”

“Not just any boombox,” Melodie answered. “It’s Disco Kid’s boombox. Now, hurry! Catch that beaver!”

To Be Continued

#punch-out #super punch-out #punch-out wii #punch out oc #punch out fanfic #wvba #punch-out!!#super punch-out!!#punch-out!! wii #Joy Pesca #Melodie Swan #Zach Allen #Bear Hugger #Disco Kid

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irys-punch · 4 months

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The first chapter of A Blue Jean Serenade just dropped :)

Here are the songs referenced in the chapter:

Killing An Afternoon - Atomic Cafe

Best Friend - Rex Orange County

Jenny Was a Friend of Mine - The Killers (name parodied into Mac Was A Friend)

Why Do I Keep Counting? - The Killers (keep an eye on this one in particular 👀)

Expect some socmed posts to drop in ~12 hours! There are some fun ones :]

As for now, though, enjoy the read :]

#punch out #punch out fanfic #a blue jean serenade #mirage melody #great tiger #don flamenco

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navstuffs · 11 months

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genos gives you chocolate. lots of chocolate (gn!reader, tiny angst with FLUFFY ENDING)

you are really not expecting anything during valentine's day this year. you see, it had been a couple of months since you started "dating" genos, aka demon cyborg. the problem? he insisted on bringing saitama everywhere.

you initially didn't mind, since both of them had saved your life from a monster. but on your last "date", you literally had enough, and even saitama seemed to realize that. again, the master was better than the pupil.

"i just didn't know why he keeps asking me on dates since he brings saitama with him," you mumble to yourself.

it is valentines's day and you are waiting for genos outside a metro station. you really are on your limit now; you love him, but only him. you really weren't interested in a poly relationship.

a small commotion starts, and you look in that direction, seeing someone carrying tons of boxes of chocolate, attracting everyone's looks. tons. you giggle, wondering who would be lucky person when the pile starts coming in your direction.

"wait a minute..." you groan, recognizing the robotic form. it is your boyfriend genos.

and no saitama around.

he stops right in front of you, and you think there are more than a hundred boxes of different types of chocolate in there. you look at your small package, embarrassed.

"what is all that?" you ask, surprised. genos looks at you like you are crazy.

"it is valentine's day?"

"well, i know of. what is all that?" you ask, pointing at all the chocolates.

"chocolates. for you."

"genos, there must be around a hundred chocolates in there. how am i supposed to eat all of that? or even carry that home?"

"i will take it for you after the date."

"and you are going to carry that around everywhere? who gave you that idea?"

"saitama-sensei."

of course, he did. you roll your eyes, waiting for him to appear any minute behind your boyfriend. he doesn't and genos starts speaking, his tone serious.

"sensei suggested you have been feeling neglected since we both realized you want to spend time alone with me, and i—" genos stops, and you can swear he looks a little bit embarrassed "—have been hurting you. for that, you have my apologies. i didn't mean to."

it is really the first time you have been talking about feelings since the first time you kissed, and you asked him on a date. you gulp, waiting.

"if you allow me, it will be just us in dates now. no saitama-sensei."

"and the hero stuff?"

"that might be of disturbance, but i will try to make sure it isn't."

you think for a moment, his yellow eyes glued on your expression and decision. genos didn't quite have any romantic relationships well, since you. you were his first one. there were many new things going on even for him; genos was learning and discovering how to love and be loved. he is worthy of another chance.

"fine. but, if i see saitama lurking around anywhere, you will never see me again, genos."

"fair enough."

you don't see it, but behind you, saitama, disguised with his famous orange wig gives a thumbs-up to genos. genos answers back and saitama disappears in the crowd.

"and why this much chocolate? saitama thought you would buy my love?"

"no, he just said the easiest way to a lover's heart is through their belly."

"you have to learn a loot more about me, genos."

"i suppose i do," he says, smirking ear to ear. you have a good feeling about this.

part of my valentine's day special 4/5 to go. i didn't even know i would be able to finish this since it is close to midnight in brazil BUT I DID. IT IS MISSING ONE AND I WILL BE DONE (it is not midnight where i live SO IT COUNTS)

#genos x reader #genos x you #demon cyborg x reader #demon cyborg x you #genos fanfic #genos #genos fanfics #genos imagine #genos imagines #genos opm #one punch man fanfic #one punch man #one punch man x reader #I AM SO HAPPY HOW THIS TURNED OUT #I HAD THIS STUCK IN MY WIPS FOR SO LONG

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fan-mans · 8 months

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Punch out!! Fic recs

Decided to make a fic recommendation post for newbies to the fandom and those who may not know where to look for good/fun fics! Also, feel free to send me an ask about fics I should look into and add for the list! I'm more than happy to add them or make a second post!

From Fanfiction.net:

Non shippy-

One win by SSBFreak, oneshot. A short thrilling read about one of the few mysteries of punch out lore!

Shattered Glass by Eric Alost, oneshot. Angsty and really nice, looks through the perspective of a potential 'win' of a certain boxer.

To have, To be by Kmoody, oneshot. Short, cute, sweet, and slightly shippy Joe/Kaiser if you squint.

Faith by Derpula, multi-chapter, finished. Very good read about mac's contender fight with Super Macho Man, includes both mac and Macho's perspectives. Interesting character development and analysis of both and definitely has its hair-raising moments!

Blurred Lines by Derpula, oneshot. A look into Doc and Macs relationship, very sweet and heartwarming with the slightest sprinkle of angst.

Accuser by kmoody, oneshot. A look into Glass Joe's internal monoluge after a fight, angsty and almost feels poetic.

La Confiance EN by kmoody, oneshot. Slightly angsty look into Glass Joe's fears before a match, featuring a cat and a happier ending! Also comes in a french version.

Home by dannyson97, multi-chapter, unfinished. A story about Joe and Aran getting into a matched together. Because it's unfinished, the fight is never seen but the opening chapters are charming all on their own!

Snapped by NightshadeOfDeath, multi-chapter, unfinished. A story about Joe making a mistake and facing the consequences. Looks into his personal fears and perceptions of himself.

Teenager versus French Gentleman by BoxingWGV, multi-chapter, unfinished. An interesting flip on the story of mac rising to the top of the wvba. Here, he can't even beat glass joe and we see some trials with other boxers as well.

Punch Out: The Champion Returns REMASTERED by the ender defender, multi-chapter, unfinished. A fun fic about mac rising to the top of a different boxing organization with an equally wacky cast of characters as the wvba and some cameos from our old faves! Its very similar to a fic later in the list, but with much shorter chapters.

Punch-Out!: Straight to the top by VittorioFGC, multi-chapter, unfinished. A nice fic retelling the events of the 2009 game blended with the original nes game with some additional details. It has footnotes as well, which I found very funny, and an Italian version.

Klaas Dekker's Punch-Out by Alexneushoorn, multi-chapter, unfinished. A fic set after mac retires, a rise-to-the-top story starring a new boxer named Klaas, featuring some original characters and others from the various games.

Shippy-

Act Out! by JesterrDraws, multi-chapter, unfinished. Au where the 2009 game is actually a movie! Ships so far: Don x Carmen, Bear x Tiger, Joe x Aran

PunchOut! Second Round by Vile.EXE, multi-chapter, unfinished. A sequel to the 2009 game where mac has to fight through a new sea of wacky characters to find out what's really going on and what happened to the WVBA. Very, very, very fun! Though light on story, it makes up for that with the silly characters that fit right in in the punch out universe. All opponents are ocs and there are cameos from the 2009 cast. The story is very much like 'the champion returns' but with more fleshed out chapters. Ships: Mac x OC

Experiments by Timeless Text Traveler, multi-chapter, unfinished. An nsfw story between Don and Joe where they get a little bit curious about each other.

From Wattpad

Non shippy-

Good Baguette/Bad Baguette: A Punch-Out Fanfic by Grant_Cohen, oneshot, unfinished. An au where Glass Joe gets magically turned evil. Only one chapter but it inspired my own evil Glass Joe so I'm putting it here.

Shippy-

(Punch Out Story) Heart on her Glove by RedCheshiree, multi-chapter, unfinished. Aran Ryan x OC story that's pretty cute.

Punch-Out!! Oneshots by GoEatDoorMoss/Bald Men Enjoyer, multi-chapter, on hiatus. Very good writing on the oneshots and plenty of fun if you're into oneshot books. Adding especially because Matt has written 3 things for me and I love its work to death.

From Ao3

Non shippy-

C'est La Vie by Midina127, oneshot. A short and sadder story centered around Glass Joe, it's almost poetic in my opinion.

An Unexpected Friendship by peegstheprez, multi-chapter, unfinished. A story about Aran and Mac becoming friends and the little adventures they fall into. Very sweet and charming and silly.

try that again and i'll fucking dogwalk you by ReleaseTheBogus, oneshot. A dark, bloody story about Aran's thoughts in the ring, featuring his sister.

The shower situation by Littlemacsboxingring2, oneshot. A short silly story about everyone getting mad at someone for hogging the showers in the wvba locker room.

Full Moons and Silver Spoons by NoonboryKedabory, oneshot. Teenage Glass Joe Babysits a baby Narcis, short, sweet, and cute.

Sportsmanship by Broken_Clover, multi-chapter, finished. Mac decides to befriend all of his opponents with varying rates of success. Extremely cute and funny as well.

Sweet Dreams? by X_Sukix29, oneshot. Hondo is being haunted by something and is protected by his friends in the major circuit. Works really well as a short horror story with a happier ending!

Forgive and Forget...? by X_Sukix29, oneshot. Don does not take his loss to Mac well and becomes a mess until Mac, and later the rest of the major circuit, talk him to his senses. An emotionally deep exploration of Don's character motivations and a falling out between the major circuit boxers that resolves to a happy end.

A Place for Everything by Broken_Clover, oneshot. A look into an au where Joe is a god of failure, mistakes, and hope. Less of a traditional story and more lore-like, but very interesting nonetheless.

D7- Animal by Broken_Clover, oneshot. A peek into a dark, post-apocalyptic au where the wvba gang, no longer human, finds Joe in the wasteland.

Rabid Punches by megidolaon56, oneshot. An excellent, dark story about Aran having rabies and giving it to Mac. Sad ending, but very much worth the read. Note that there is untagged use of the r-slur and the n-word (Though cut off).

Aran Ryan Goes to McDonald's by basedbiasedbogus, multi-chapter, finished. Joke story about Aran's adventures at McDonalds, funny and silly and not much else. Warning for the use of the r-word and a cut off version of the n-word.

I KNEW IT, MAC! by AceAndOver, oneshot. A joke story about Aran discovering Mac's deep, dark secret.

2 Months Ago (Underground Circuit Prologue) by AxolKat42, oneshot. Soda Popinski fights a mysterious opponent in the even more questionable 'underground circuit'. A good and interesting setup to a story not yet released.

C is for Culture by orphan_account, oneshot. A short drabble about unique elements of the boxer's cultures. Short and sweet but it gives and interesting insight into all the other boxer's lives.

The Houses in the Woods by Homosexual_Central, oneshot. Kid au where Hondo and Joe are being harassed by the local bully, Macho. They end up in a fight and are eventually rescued by Aran and later meet up at his house. Hondo and Aran become friends from all of this. Extremely cute story that gives a fun take on Aran and Hondo's personalities.

Black Roses by megidolaon56, multi chapter, finished. Don loses everything after Mac defeats him in contender mode- this is the story of how he becomes the Don we see during title defense. Extremely dark story, includes a lot of angst, violence, and overall terrible people but hoo boy is it a fun read if you like reading about characters going evil! Extremely violent and gore heavy in the last few chapters. Also a warning for abuse- Carmen is written as physically abusive and it's not talked about in the tags, nor is the use of the r-word in the last chapter just fyi. Bonus points for the double endings!

Shippy-

(Punch-Out!!) A Cheater's Reason by K1TT3N69, oneshot (technically) unfinished. This is the first 3 chapters of an unfinished fic exploring the reson behind Aran's cheating. Joe x Aran story that I'm sad never got finished.

L'Eau à La Bouche by seroquickshots, multi-chapter, finished. This is a smutty story where the reader rides Joe's face. I'm not one for x reader stories that much but this one was fun. Joe x reader, obviously.

Keep hittin' me, I love it by moonlight_museum, oneshot. Aran gets beat up by his boyfriend and then they bang about it. Aran x Soda Popinski, very kinky and a pretty short read.

The Night Was Young by floridacow, oneshot. Aran and Narcis have their own little fight club and things turn smutty. Aran x Narcis hatefucking.

Narcissus Lily and a Lucky Clover by Mushroom_king1994, oneshot. Very similar to the above, Aran and Narcis have a private fight, things get heated, and they bang about it. Aran x Narcis hatefucking extravaganza.

Punch Out!! Oneshots by gorebot, multi-chapter, unfinished. Two oneshots centered around Aran x Joe. In the first, Joe goes to a party and has to stay the night at a mysterious (and cute) stranger's house. In the second, Joe accidentally finds out Aran is trans and Aran doesn't take it well. Both are kinda nice if you like the ship.

Blowing Off Steam by Richard_Van_Lesbian, oneshot. A nice little romp between trans!Kaiser and Joe. Joe x Kaiser smut.

Knock Out!!! by CaptainBumble, onshot. Extremely horny Aran x OC smut fic with some very wacky elements that are actually kind of fun.

Punch-Out!! : Corruption Arc by kingminty, multi-chapter, unfinished. A very interesting au where the punch-out world is a little bit... off. Main pov is sandman and his inner narration and characterization is really fun! Ships so far: Joe x Sandman.

Just a Sketchy Guy by TheRazor, oneshot. Joe catches Aran doodling one day and the two bond over Aran's art. Aran x Joe fluff, really cute and sweet with some joke ships thrown in as well.

Ma Chérie by waffled_moron, oneshot. Joe, having lost his gear, goes snooping around the locker room to find it. When Macho catches him, it turns smutty. Joe x SMM, bonus point for it being t4t.

Imperfections by gutsw, multi-chapter, finished. Narcis feels insecure about his face and Aran comforts him (and then fucks him). Very sweet Narcis x Aran fic.

Red or Green by gutsw, oneshot. Joe and Soda are having sex and have to use a safeword. Soda x Joe, fluffy, smutty, and sweet.

Atemlos durch die Nacht by pair_of_keet, oneshot. Kaiser comes home tense from a match and reader aims to comfort him (with sex). Kaiser x reader smutty story, well written and a fun read even if you aren't into x readers.

Who am I? Or.. Who are We...? by frenchmanfuckery, multi-chapter, unfinished. A fusion AU where Sandman and Joe accidentally fuse after hanging out together. Current ships: Sandman x Joe

Victory by JubiJumbo, oneshot. Joe helps Kaiser feel better after a match (With sex). Trans!Joe x Kaiser smutty goodness.

“Rough Match” by starofmourning, oneshot. Joe senses something is up with Kaiser and goes to confront him about it. A cute Joe x Kaiser confession story.

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Vanilla by kimbk, oneshot. A midnight baking project gone wrong! Gone sexual! Joe x Kaiser fluffy smut.

#punch out #not my writing #fanfic rec #seriously if you guys want me to add a fic or make another post of recommendations #send me an ask!#didn't put my own fics on here for obvious reasons but if somone wants me to add them I definitely will in the next one #nsft mention

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