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jaskiersvalley · 4 years

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I love reading your writing! I have gone through your blog and read every post and I can’t get enough. I always get so excited when I see you’ve posted something new. You are a true delight! I hope you’re staying safe and healthy during this frightening time ❤️ Much love and good vibes to you!

Much love and good vibes right back at you, Nonnie! Here’s to hoping you and your loved ones are also staying safe and healthy, it truly is a frightening time. Personally, I find great solace in the fandom family I’ve found myself, be that people I chat to, people whose names crop up regularly or anons who send it asks. To be able to give back a little in the form of ficlets is one of my crutches at the moment. With that in mind, have a slightly more unusual ficlet because It’s not just Geraskier but there’s also a Ciri and a Cahir in this one.

Content warning for major character injury, discussions of death and discussion of mercy killing. But! It is a happy ending where everybody lives!

Kaer Morhen was still a little way away and they knew that there were soldiers hot on their heels. Cahir had warned them that they had to keep moving because Nilfgaard would be relentless. They were due to meet up with Yennefer later on, she had business to attend to. So it was just Geralt, Cahir and Jaskier trying to protect Ciri on their way to safety.

The attack came when Geralt was on watch duty. A group of eight soldiers had stumbled upon their camp and within seconds it had descended into chaos. While Jaskier was trying to bundle Ciri onto Roach, the other two were wielding their swords and trying to ward off the attack. One of the soldiers melted from the shadows too close to Roach and she spooked, kicking up. In the madness that was the fight, another voice crying out in pain and the crunch of bone was easily lost.

When everything fell silent again, there was the sound of ragged breathing and Geralt cursing as he spotted Roach, still tethered to a tree while Cahir methodically went through the soldiers, making sure they were all dead. Which just left Jaskier unaccounted for. An igni set the camp fire ablaze again and Geralt stepped over a soldier’s body to pull Ciri off Roach. By his feet was a familiar looking figure, still breathing but unconscious.

“Cahir!”

It was all a bit of a blur after that. Ciri was settled on one side of the fire before Geralt and Cahir dragged Jaskier opposite her. The flames hid most of their work from her sight but there were murmurs and hisses she couldn’t miss. Bitten off “is that-” “bone, yeah” and “just as well he’s passed out” along with “this needs a healer” to which the angered “well he’s all we’ve got” didn’t inspire much confidence. Ciri didn’t miss the whimper which turned into a full on cry of pain as Jaskier came round. A blanket was pulled over him before Ciri was allowed to see him. It didn’t do much to hide the way one leg was awkwardly twisted under it. She held his hand until her eyes couldn’t stay open anymore and strong arms carried her to her own bed roll.

“How bad’s the damage?” Jaskier asked when it had been too quiet for too long.

“Bad.” There was no mincing words from Cahir while Geralt tried to hum it off. “You’re not walking on that. Even carrying you is out of the question.”

The soft “I see” from Jaskier was one that meant he knew what that meant. He wasn’t even a liability anymore, he was an anchor. Unable to move or be moved from the camp, they couldn’t afford who knew how many weeks in one place while he healed. Even if he did heal, his leg would never be the same, he couldn’t travel with the others. “Could I have one more night please? I trust you both to make it quick, but I don’t want Ciri seeing me with my throat slit.”

“Geralt will take Ciri at first light. I’ll catch up with them.” Cahir replied. “I can make it quick and relatively painless.”

“Thank you.” Jaskier’s voice was strained from tears he was holding back. He reached for Geralt’s hand, pulled it to his cheek and took a shuddering breath as he tried to find some comfort. “You’ll be fine without me, you don’t need me singing songs for you anymore.”

“I never did,” Geralt replied, gruff as ever but his hand was gentle, the tender touch filled with love and words he could never quite express. Not in company at least.

“I’ll go check on Ciri,” Cahir announced and moved to the far side of the camp to give them as much space as possible. He could still hear the rumbles of “I’m sorry” and “I love you” that hurt more than he would be willing to admit. Over time, he’d grown fond of Jaskier and Geralt, appreciated the quiet love that was unshakeable between them. And he’d considered Jaskier a friend after a rocky start. For this to be the end was a bitter blow.

None of them slept that night and both Jaskier’s and Geralt’s eyes were red from crying but their cheeks were dry by the time they needed to wake Ciri.

“We’ll make a head start,” Geralt told her and put her up on Roach while he shouldered a couple of bags. He cast one more look at Jaskier, who had developed a fever overnight on top of his shattered leg. It really was kinder this way but Geralt couldn’t stop his breath from hitching at the soft, sad smile and the mouthed “I love you” sent his way. With one last nod and a look to Cahir, silently pleading to make it swift, he turned at started leading Roach.

They weren’t far when Ciri’s questions started up. “Why are you carrying Jaskier’s bag?”

She wasn’t to know that overnight they had rearranged their packs, knowing that Jaskier’s pack was sturdier and less worn than Geralt’s old one. It made sense that they would redistribute resources and take only the best with them.

“Jaskier’s not coming with us, is he?”

“No.” Geralt kept looking forward, hoping Ciri would drop the issue. She didn’t need to know what was happening.

“What will happen to him? Is Cahir staying with him?”

And Geralt couldn’t lie about that. He knew Ciri would have to find out but he wanted to soften the blow as much as possible. “Cahir will join us shortly.”

Desperately, Geralt hoped that would be enough, that Ciri’s curiosity would be satiated and he could just grieve in peace for a while.

“But that will leave Jaskier alone. And he’s hurt. And you’ve got his pack.” He could hear Ciri putting it all together, her voice rising steadily in a panic. “Turn around! We can’t leave him! Geralt!”

Hand tightening on Roach’s reins, he trudge on and tried not to break. Thinking about Jaskier hurt and Ciri having a meltdown over it wasn’t making it any better.

“Take me back!” Ciri screamed, voice shrill. Her “now” was lost in a high pitched shriek that went on and on. Around them the forest shook under her unbridled power, Geralt couldn’t step forward so matter how much he tried and Roach whinnied in distress.

Finally, the scream died down but Geralt didn’t move. They were far enough away from camp now, Ciri wouldn’t be able to see or hear anything so it was fine. Sure enough, there was the sound of someone approaching. Cahir stepped out from between some trees, eye damp and hands up. Behind him was Triss, pointing a sword at his back.

“What the-?” Geralt murmured.

“We heard the disturbance in Chaos and came. Your Child Surprise has caused quite the stir.” Triss said. “Imagine our astonishment at finding this rat preparing to slit your bard’s throat.”

A small, horrified gasp from Ciri had Geralt closing his eyes. She wasn’t meant to know. Even worse, she was going to find out he had been complicit in it. “I know,” he growled. “We had a discussion.”

And what a pain laden talk that had been. Confessions of words they’d wished they had more time to explore but at least they had been granted the mercy of a few hours rather than a lifetime of regret at never being able to say them.

“Yes, well,” Yennefer stepped through a portal next to Triss. “Lucky for him, we heard Ciri’s screeching. He’s being healed up as we speak, you can have him back next week. Meanwhile, you can enjoy Aretuza’s hospitality. We have created a safe space for you all to hide in until you’re all well enough to leave for Kaer Morhen again.”

Two portals opened up. One to a warm looking room with food on the table and a fire with an abundance of throws in front of it. Triss ushered Cahir through it and took Ciri, along with Roach. Next to it was another portal to a more spartan looking room, more akin to that of a healer’s work space. There was somebody lying in a cot and breathing softly as though in a deep, healing sleep. Without hesitation, Geralt stepped through that one, relieved to have been granted more than just a few hours. He and Jaskier had a lot more to say to each other and suddenly, they had a lot more time.

#geraskier #geralt of rivia #jaskier #cirilla fiona elen riannon #cahir mawr dyffryn aep ceallach #yennefer of vengerberg #jaskier whump #tldr: jaskier gets injured and yennefer saves the day #cw: major character injury #cw: discussions of mercy killing #cw: discussion of death

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gumnut-logic · 3 years

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Not So Alone (repost)

This is a shameless repost because I haven’t written a thing today. So I poked around in my archive and found some fluff. I chose Alan fluff cos that is what I’ve read a bit of today :D I think this may have been one of the first times I wrote Alan’s POV. I know I remember being a touch terrified :D

Apologies to those who have already read it, I’ll try to write some new stuff tomorrow ::hugs:: My brain has just been mush today :(

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Title: Not So Alone Author: Gumnut 21 Jun 2019 Fandom: Thunderbirds Are Go 2015/ Thunderbirds TOS Rating: Teen Summary: Alone time is sometimes better shared. Word count: 1767 Spoilers & warnings: None. Timeline: Standalone Author’s note: This is for @ak47stylegirl who wrote me the first part of this little fic, Alone Time, which can be found on her profile on Ao3. She wrote Virgil, so I stepped out of my comfort zone a little and wrote her some Alan to keep her Virgil company :D I hope you enjoy it as much as I enjoyed writing it :D Disclaimer: Mine? You’ve got to be kidding. Money? Don’t have any, don’t bother.

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Alan was bored.

It wasn’t often that he found himself with a lack of things to do. Life was generally busy with Thunderbird maintenance, rescues and backup duties.

Of course, he could always kill some zombies, but he was feeling restless. Gordon was off the island with Grandma so that didn’t help. Scott was buried in paperwork and John was still hiding on Five. Virgil had disappeared.

Wandering out onto the balcony, Alan eyed the pool a moment before throwing the idea out. Without Gordon it wouldn’t be anywhere near as much fun.

Maybe he could go for a walk. Scott had been nagging him to get into a more regular exercise routine and, hey, he hadn’t seen the other side of the island for a while.

Darting up to his rooms, he threw on some loose clothes, decent shoes and a hat. A quick note to John to say where he was going and he was out the back door and crunching gravel up the side of the mountain.

While he had no objection to the great outdoors, Alan had no particular preference for sun, surf or bush walking. Not that he didn’t love a splash in the ocean with his brother, or even a jog around the island with Scott, it was just that many of his interests lay in the confines of the virtual world.

Or space.

Part of him didn’t want to admit he was like Johnny, but he was in many ways, but where John adored seclusion, Alan loved people. Basically, Alan was happy doing pretty much anything as long as it was with someone, preferably someone he loved.

So, he would really be lying if he said he took his route at random. It wasn’t a conscious decision, more just what he knew was going to happen regardless.

Virgil had some favourite places on the island to sit and just be. Alan didn’t quite get it any more than he got John’s love of solitude, but he knew his brother liked it and he stored the information for when it was needed.

Today Alan wanted company, so he used the information he had at hand.

Clambering around on the rocky island was not for the faint-hearted. There was no doubt that he was getting a good workout just by going for a simple walk. His first stop was a small cliff beyond Thunderbird Two’s runway. It was Virgil’s favourite, just on the other side of the mountain. He could often be found here just staring out into the ocean thinking who knew what. The scene had been painted, scribbled and, in one case, mosaicked onto a table. This was definitely Virgil’s favourite place.

He wasn’t there.

But Alan still had his list.

Two more Virgil spots proved empty and Alan had managed to work up quite a sweat. He was beginning to wonder why he was even bothering when he caught sight of a figure almost completely hidden in a grove of palm trees.

Virgil sat on a rock, his sketchpad on his lap, completely absorbed in his art. He was up a cliff overlooking a good chunk of the island, the twin peak at an angle even Alan could appreciate.

Alan eyed the climb and with a deep breath began the trek to reach his brother. He kept quiet. The last thing he wanted to do was disturb him. That would be a good way to get his head ripped off. But if he approached from just the right angle, he should be able to see what Virgil was actually drawing.

It took actual rock climbing in a couple of places, but Alan eventually found himself situated behind his brother on top of the cliff, and as expected the view was breathtaking.

It was late afternoon and the entire side of the island was lit up by the sun. Gulls were wheeling in the air above the forested slopes, catching rising air. Far below, raw Pacific collided with the rocky shore in places and wrangled with reefs in others.

Virgil had certainly found a spot.

Quietly Alan made his way closer to his brother. Virgil drew on, showing no sign of knowing Alan was there. The cliff was a slope that had Alan descending towards his brother. Virgil was facing away towards the scenery, slightly hunched as he drew. Because of that slope, Alan was actually able to see his brother’s hand, this time his right, sketching pencil lines on the paper.

For a moment Alan was content to simply watch, but if he was honest with himself, he hadn’t come all this way just to spy on his brother.

“You do know it is rude to stare.”

Virgil’s voice was always soft yet possessed a strength that could be startling. Alan stiffened, annoyed at being caught so easily.

“What? Do you honestly think all that rock clambering would go unnoticed?”

“Dunno.”

His brother had yet to look up at him, simply continuing to sketch as he spoke. You gonna come and sit down?” Virgil held up a hand. “Just be very quiet, I don’t want you to disturb them.”

Alan frowned. “Who?”

But that hand didn’t answer, just beckoned him over.

Alan did what he was told and found himself sitting on that rock beside his older brother.

Virgil was scratching lines furiously onto the page, but the subject wasn’t what he expected. All that beautiful scenery and Virgil was drawing a haphazard pile of sticks?

Whispered. “They’re sea eagles. I’ve never been so close.”

Alan’s eyes darted from the sketchpad to a slither of rock a stone’s throw away from the edge of the cliff. The pinnacle stood alone and defied gravity almost to the point of disbelief. On its very top sat a huge nest. From this angle he could see the two chicks waiting for their parents to return.

Breathed out quiet. “Cool.”

Virgil was sketching madly and under his practised hand, one of the chicks slowly came to life. Simple line instinctively placed, shaded and shaped. It was a little mesmerising.

Alan, of course, had watched Virgil draw before. Amongst all the other things. His brother was usually fiddling with something. He had to have something in his hands, whether it was a pencil or paintbrush, piano or Thunderbird, Virgil tended to always have something playing between his fingers.

When Alan was little there had been many a Kansas winter night snuggled up by the fire, curled up beside his brother watching him draw. Sometimes he would dare him to draw outrageous things like Pedro the Peanut-Killing Pickle. There had been odd stories and scribbled down comics. Alan had even tried his hand under a little encouragement from his brother, but he didn’t have the enthusiasm that Virgil had for the art.

Besides, Alan was quite happy to just sit and watch. Rare quiet moments shared with his artistic brother.

They had been getting rarer and rarer.

“Can I sit with you, Virg?”

A brown eye with an arched eyebrow peered at him. “You’re already sitting.” The curve of a smile. “But sure. Just be quiet and don’t make any sudden moves.”

Respectfully whispered. “Okay.”

So, they sat for an unknown length of time. Virgil drew the second chick, and as one of the parent birds landed with the evening meal, its strong wings, talons and beak appeared on the page. Alan watched as the pencil lines grew darker, surer. Virgil switched pencils and they grew darker still, the birds emerging out of the page into three dimensions.

Down below the two chicks guzzled food from their parent.

A loud, awkward screech from above and another eagle was circling overhead, likely the other parent.

In the corner of the page, the bird quickly appeared, wings spread wide, soaring.

The quiet was amazing. Alan wasn’t one to sit still for any length of time, so perhaps he was missing the obvious, but the sound of Virgil’s pencil, the tease of the breeze and the call of the eagle above had only to compete with the waves far below and the rustle of the scrappy forest.

And a pair of squawking, complaining eagle babies.

Gordon would probably have loved this. His fish brother loved the sea, but he loved all the creatures contained in it even more. Despite this preference for water breathers, if you shoved a puppy or a panda in front of him, the man melted into a gooey puddle. Eagle babies would definitely be on the goo list.

“This is nice, Allie.”

“What?”

“Bit like old times, you sitting and watching me draw.”

Alan shrugged. “I’ve always liked to watch you draw. Guess we haven’t had as much time lately.”

The pencil paused. “Yeah.” His brother turned to look at him. “Well, it is good to see you out here. Nice to have your company.” A gentle smile.

“Anytime, bro. Kinda nice out here anyway.”

That smile grew a little before softening. “Well, unfortunately we have to head back now.”

“What?”

“I’ve got to pick up Gordon and Grandma.”

Alan checked his watch. Where the hell had the time gone? He’d been out here…three hours! “Wow, didn’t expect it to be so late.”

Virgil didn’t comment, just smiled a little more as he packed up his sketchbook and pencils.

Alan stood up and stared out across the ocean. A flicker on the surface of the water and he caught sight of a pod of dolphins frolicking in the swell. He stared.

“It’s amazing what you can see if you stop and look.” His brother’s soft voice so close to him made him jump.

“Virg, personal space.”

His brother snorted and wrapped an arm around his shoulders. “I don’t think such a thing exists on this island.” That smile again. “Probably why John hides on Five.”

Alan grinned. “You’ve got a point.” And despite his earlier protest, he dropped his head against Virgil’s shoulder and for just a few more moments, they both tracked the dolphins as the cavorted past the Island.

“Can we do this again?”

“Sure.” Virgil slung his pack over his shoulder.

“Great.”

Silence fell, and they stood there a moment longer until Virgil squeezed a little and let go. “C’mon, sprout, time to clamber down the mountain.”

Virgil took the first few steps and Alan followed, throwing one last glance back at the nest now full of the entire family of sea eagles. A sharp beaked head turned in his direction and glared at him.

Alan couldn’t help but smile at the bird before he hurried after his brother.

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FIN.

#thunderbirds are go #thunderbirds #thunderbirds fanfiction #alan tracy #Virgil Tracy #fluff

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greenygreenland · 4 years

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Birds of a Feather Pt 1: (platonic) Scrooge McDuck & Reader

-i usually do star wars buuuuuut I'm becoming multi-fandom

-the original was deleted

-thanks a LOT technology. Three hours of hard work, down the drain

-comments will really help my mood, so please tell me if you like this

-happy father's day

Important note: You’re cursed with immortality, so you’re forever the age 15

Summary:

Scrooge has been hiding a secret from you for over two decades. You two argue and your relationship becomes rocky.

A week before

(Y/n) was seething in anger. Her chest heaved and her fingers curled into fists so tight that Scrooge worried she’d draw blood. “Twenty--no, thirty something years, Uncle Scrooge. I can’t believe you’ve hid this from me since the day you found me half-dead! How--how dare you?”

Scrooge couldn’t stand the way (Y/n) was looking at him. Her eyes were ablaze, filled with hatred and sorrow he could not place into words. Seeing (Y/n), the girl who wasn’t so little anymore, look at him like that made his battered heart burst into little pieces. “(Y/n), I didn’t mean to--”

“No, I don’t want to hear it! You told me my family was dead! You said that I was the only one who survived that assassination.” (Y/n) stuffed a pair of trousers into her suitcase and zipped it shut. “You lied to me for decades! Why?” Scrooge’s lips withered into a frown. “I was trying to protect you!”

“’Protect me’?” (Y/n) echoed. She heaved her suitcase onto its quad wheels with a scowl. “Oh yes, because the wee little duckling who knows martial arts needs help despite surviving countless near-death experiences, adventures as your side-kick, and defeating archenemies. Yes, yes, I’m powerless, aren’t I?” Scrooge’s brows knitted together. He knew full-well that (Y/n) could take care of herself. She survived being stuck on an island as well, being swallowed by a gold-hunting dragon, and so many other things that could have ended her life for good.

But this? It wasn’t that Scrooge thought she was weak. No, no. It was only that he knew she couldn’t handle the truth. The Eider family were an absolute nightmare. Besides the fact that they were abusive, they were greedier than the greediest ducks, and more power-hungry than the worst of kings. They believed themselves to be the best of the best (which in itself was not a lie), but because of their arrogance, their enemies spread father than the deepest oceans.

Funnily enough, that was what got (Y/n)’s parents killed.

She was a smart lass, Scrooge gave her that, but the one thing she could never seem to do was let them go. During the years Scrooge hid the true story from her, she never gave up in researching and looking into what happened to her parents. It was as if that were the only reason she existed.

And now that she knew the truth, Scrooge worried what she’d do when she actually got back in contact with her family. Although it looked like she forgave them for ruining her life, abusing her, and for being absolute blockheads, it was clear as daylight to him that she held a deep grudge against her family. “You’re not going back to them are you?” he quietly inquired.

(Y/n)’s glare made him feel as though he were the dust on an old book. “Guess again, Scroogey.” His expression hardened and the air thickened like jam. “Lass, you are not going back there.” (Y/n) made her way to the door, a tight frown on her face. “I don’t have to listen to you, liar.”

Scrooge’s jaw unhinged. “I’m your guardian!”

“Only because my parents died.”

His shoulders tensed and he slammed the door shut. “You listen here and you listen well!” He yanked (Y/n) away from the door. “Me lying will never compare to how terrible your family treated you. You want the truth so bad? Well, your rubbish aunt hired a hit man to assassinate your parents! There! That’s the truth! Are you happy now?” (Y/n) slapped Scrooge’s hand off her shoulder, but he didn’t pay any mind.

The two had a silent stare-off that may have lasted for an hour if it weren’t for the knock on the door. “(Y/n)?” Scrooge eyed the door as (Y/n) made her way towards it. She cracked it open just enough to peek out at the little girl before her. “Sorry Webby, I can’t play right now. I’m a bit...”

“Busy?”

“Yeah.” (Y/n) offered an apologetic smile, to which Webby frowned and twiddled her thumbs to. “Okay then. I’ll be in my room.” She made her way down the hall. “Alone.” (Y/n) frowned. “I’m sorry Webby, promise I’ll make it up to you in two weeks time. How about we get ice cream?” Webby froze, eyes wide. “You mean it?”

“Promise.” (Y/n) said. Webby smiled. “Okay.”

Once (Y/n) was sure Webby was gone, she closed the door behind her and turned on Scrooge with a dark glare. “I’m done arguing with you. I’m leaving.” she announced. Scrooge folded his arms across his chest and seized (Y/n) by the collar. “Oh no you don’t!” He reeled her away from the door and kicked her suitcase out of her hands. “You are staying right here.”

“I’m not a kid anymore Uncle Scrooge!”

“You’re fifteen. Still a kid.”

“If you add the years after I was cursed by you--”

“It was an accident!”

“--I’m about thirty-five years old.” (Y/n) finished. Scrooge ruffled her hair with a roll of his eyes and a light-hearted chuckle. “You’ll always be my kid in my eyes. I suggest you reschedule with Webby to tomorrow.” There was a good pause before he added, “You don’t need to see your sad excuse of a family anyway. They’re nothing but trouble.”

Present

“Lauchpad, please try to stay on the road!” exclaimed (Y/n). The large man-child sped through Duckburg as if he were in a NASCAR race. Speed-bumps and pot-holes caused (Y/n) to slam into the door and Scrooge at least fives times in a row, and since he had a long day of meetings, the old man’s patience ran thin. “Eyes on the road McQuack!”

“Sorry Mr. McDee, (N/n).”

(Y/n) wanted to be nice to Launchpad, but her stomach did flip-flops and her head ached. She should have expected this, because it was always like this, but her being her always held onto the sliver of hope that Launchpad would miraculously learn how to not crash a car. Scrooge took a good look at (Y/n), a short sigh escaping his lips. “Every dent in this car is coming out of your salary!”

“Absolutely. Hey, hear about that crazy snow storm on the Drake Barrier Reef? I’d hate to fly into that one. You see, I’m a bit of a pilot--”

Without looking up from his newspaper, Scrooge pressed a button on the door. The glass divider slowly rolled up and forced Launchpad to keep his eyes where they should be: on the road.

(Y/n) lied down on the seat with a sluggish frown. “I’m just gonna...close my eyes.” Either Launchpad forgot how brakes work, or he had zero brain cells left, because he continued charging through the city until he came to the manor’s gates despite Scrooge’s protests. The limo came to a screeching stop. If it weren’t for Scrooge, (Y/n) would have flown into the windscreen.

“Why aren’t we moving?” demanded Scrooge. (Y/n) harshly swallowed and sat up. The impatient beeping of the limo’s horn didn’t help her spinning head, and neither did Scrooge’s yelling as he hopped out of the car. “Hey!” he shouted. “Jettison that jalopy from my driveway, ya deadbeat!”

Who was he even talking to?

“Donald Duck.”

Oh.

“Uncle Scrooge.”

Oh.

(Y/n) didn’t care to listen to the arguing. All she wanted was a good cup of tea and a bed.

“Jettison that jalopy from my driveway this instant, ya deadbeat!”

“Oh, here we go again, giving orders like he’s the richest duck in the world!”

“I am the richest duck in the world, now move!”

(Y/n) couldn’t take the arguing anymore. Her head spun, she felt like she’d throw up, and she really craved that cuppa probably waiting for her in the dining room. “Can you both shut up?!” A pair of footsteps made their way towards the open car door. Through the disgustingly bright sunlight, and the splitting headache, (Y/n) made out the angry face of Donald Duck.

“What did you do to her Scrooge?!” he shouted. Scrooge let out a large gasp, a clear sign he was beyond offended. “What did I do to her?! It was Launchpad’s driving!”

There was some more chatter before three identical children piled in the limo. (Y/n) didn’t care who they were, and it seemed like the feeling with Scrooge was mutual. When the gates opened and they arrived at the front door, Mrs. Beakely scooped (Y/n) in her arms and brought her to her room. “My, my, was it Launchpad’s terrible excuse for driving again?”

(Y/n) wordlessly nodded as Beakley set her on her bed. She poured a nice warm cup of tea and handed it to the car-sick girl. “I suggest you rest for a little before you get caught up too much excitement again.” Mrs. B. said.

A little rest, Mrs. B. said. It would be good for you, she said. Only after waking up did (Y/n) realise she had been drugged by the one-and-only housekeeper. It was obvious she knew (Y/n) wouldn’t get a wink of sleep because she had a tendency to lay awake in bed until three in the morning, but in her eyes, that did not justify her actions, especially after all the action she missed out on.

That morning, she stood in the dining room, PJs on and mouth agape as three identical triplets bombarded her with an arsenal of crazy questions.

"Aren't you Uncle Scrooge's famous sidekick?"

"Isn't your family crazy rich and extremely prestige?"

"How do you still look the same after so many years?"

"Botox?"

"Water from the Fountain of Youth?"

"No, plastic surgery?"

(Y/n) sent Scrooge a silent look for help, to which he shook his head with a warm smile. "Boys, don't be rude." he merrily said. "She's just cursed is all." The blue one's eyes widened, and for a second, (Y/n) thought he had chocked on his scrambled eggs. "You're cursed? How?"

"Uh..."

"Actually, I have a better question, how did you meet Uncle Scrooge?"

(Y/n) swallowed a bite of toast. Her gaze nervously snapped towards the old duck, to which he folded his newspaper shut and said, "Alright, boys. That's enough. I think it's a bit early for all these questions, especially for her. She hates mornings." (Y/n) smiled a little. "Yeah, I do." She returned her focus on the faces of the three kids. Each had large, bright eyes, extremely large smiles, and loud personalities. Which also happened to remind her of...

(Y/n) leaned over to Scrooge's ear and subtly face-palmed. "They're Della's kids, aren't they?"

"You just figured that out now?"

"I was tired, what do you expect?"

Scrooge rolled his eyes. "Besides that, we're going to Atlantis tomorrow." he nonchalantly announced. (Y/n) almost spit out her tea. "Wait, you're serious?"

He nodded, a sparkle (Y/n) hadn't seen in a while shining in his eyes. (Y/n) couldn't help but feel grateful for Scrooge. If he hadn't stopped her from seeking out her family, she'd probably be dead. (Y/n) Eider didn't belong with a bunch of prestigious, scholarly ducks. She was an adventurer, an explorer, who walked through every corner of the Earth.

But most importantly, she was Scrooge McDuck's one and only side-kick.

#ducktales #ducktales 2017 #x reader #reader insert #ducktales x reader

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oliviaischillin1204 · 4 years

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countdown

Pairings: Platonic Mai/Ty Lee

Word Count: 2,194 words

me? writing atla tfic? it’s more likely than you think

anyways this is based on an ask i got a bit ago, hope y’all enjoy! i’m trying to branch out the fandoms i write for, so i’m happy i managed to finish this one lol

Even though the war was over, the nations were reunited, and the world was saved, Mai was still bored. Which, go figure. She’d been bored for most of her life.

But it was a little easier, now. Even when they were kids, there was still the pressure put on them by their families and their positions, and Mai found that she was never fully capable of having innocent childhood fun. Since her short stint in prison for the last few weeks of the war, followed by the actual end of the century-long war, that pressure had considerably decreased, leaving her with less scrutiny and more free time.

Which is how she found herself yet again on the island of Kyoshi, visiting one of the only people in the world she cared to check up on herself. It wasn’t a bad place to live, all things considered-- the lack of any royal or noble presence was a plus, and the Kyoshi Warriors, she’d come to learn, were overall pretty cool. She’d even had a couple sparring sessions with them, informal matches that were more about showing off than beating each other, but they’d helped her realize that it was getting surprisingly easier for her to just have fun. It was a weird feeling, but she didn’t mind it.

Still, when it came down to it, there was really only one reason why Mai kept coming back to Kyoshi Island. That reason was currently hanging upside down from a tree.

“Mai!” Ty Lee called, the blood alreading starting to rush to her head. “Do you think I can flip off of this branch?”

“Probably,” Mai replied with her patented flatness. She herself was lying on a stone bench under the tree. Every now and then she would toss a small knife in the air and catch it, until lifting her arm became too tedious for the task.

She heard Ty Lee making a dissatisfied noise from the tree, and so she tried again. “Try flipping off it and landing on your hands.”

She felt rather than saw Ty Lee brighten. “Oh, fun!” The leaves above Mai’s head shook as Ty Lee readjusted herself, and after a moment she grunted, presumably releasing herself from the branch.

“I did it!” she called out from somewhere to Mai’s right, and Mai let a small smile curve her lips.

“Nice.”

The afternoon settled back into a peaceful silence. Mai didn’t hate the boredom, if she was being honest. It felt comfortable, like a worn robe. It also helped that Ty Lee was perfectly capable of entertaining herself, so Mai didn’t have to try to be someone she’s not just to please her friend.

Today, however, Ty Lee did seem a little off. Nothing that was a cause of concern, but there was a little extra jitteryness to her today, a lack of concentration that was apparent in the way she was wholly unable to achieve any sort of stillness.

“Did you drink some bad tea or something?” Mai asked bluntly as Ty Lee began fidgeting yet again.

Ty Lee seemed surprised that Mai called her out, but there wasn’t any hesitation in her voice as she answered. “Nope! I’m just... in a weird mood, I guess.”

Mai hummed. “Vibe check?”

“It’s called an aura, I know you know this--!” Ty Lee retorted with their old argument, before she continued, “And it’s a little foggy today, but also, like, glittery? Glittery fog? Foggy glitter? Does that make sense?”

“No.”

“Well, that’s what it is.” And with that, Ty Lee fell back to the ground, pulling up random handfuls of grass and scattering them in the wind.

Mai didn’t respond, instead picking up her knife to throw it again. Whatever. If Ty Lee said she was fine, then she was fine.

A few minutes later, the silence was broken again by Ty Lee’s voice.

“Hey, do you remember that game we used to play?”

Mai flipped her knife again, caught it. “Which one?”

It took Ty Lee a few seconds to answer, which was a little weird. Mai didn’t turn her head to check, but she figured the other girl might’ve just been focused on holding a pose and forgot her own question. That happened sometimes.

But then Mai heard Ty Lee clear her throat, and when she spoke again, there was an overcasual air to it.

“Countdown?”

Mai froze with her hand halfway raised, her knife held loosely in her fingers as if she was a moment away from throwing it. She rolled her head to the side, and caught sight of Ty Lee sitting crosslegged on the ground.

“Countdown?” Mai repeated, and she watched a light blush blossom on Ty Lee’s face as she nodded.

“Yeah!” she replied, enthusiastic and bright. “Remember, I’d get into a specific position, like, um, standing on my hands or balanced on one foot, and I’d have to hold it for a certain amount of time, and then, um, you’d--”

“I remember it,” Mai cut her off. Ty Lee floundered for a moment before pressing on, a smile back on her face.

“That was such a fun game! And you were always really good at it, too!” she continued. She opened her mouth to say something else, but she seemed to change her mind; instead, she merely finished, “Yep. Good times!”

She immediately folded herself forward, getting up on her hands and walking along the rocky terrain. Mai watched her as she moved. Her legs pedaled subconciously to keep her balance. Her right wrist gave the slightest twinge when she put pressure on it, an old childhood injury that never fully healed. Every ten seconds, she’d huff a breath from her nose to blow a stray strand of hair from her face.

Mai knew Ty Lee very well. So the fact Ty Lee thought Mai wouldn’t pick up on what she was actually asking for-- well, it was almost insulting.

She laid her knife on the bench as she sat up slowly, peering at Ty Lee from across the courtyard. When her back was turned, Mai rose and meandered across the yard.

“Hey,” she called as she got near. Despite her position, Ty Lee didn’t startle; she merely looked up at Mai, a pleasant expression on her face.

“Hey!”

Mai got right to it. “Wanna play Countdown?”

Now Ty Lee startled, gracefully falling out of her handstand as she landed on the cobblestone. She looked up at Mai with a surprised expression.

“Really?” she asked. “You don’t think it’s too... silly?”

Mai shrugged. “It is.”

She looked down at Ty Lee again, raising an eyebrow. The two stared at each other for a minute before Ty Lee began lightly giggling.

“Um, okay! Great!” she said. It was funny how flustered she already was. “Um, so what should I...?”

Mai shrugged. “I mean, you’re stronger than you used to be. Can you hold a more difficult pose?”

Ty Lee brightened at the compliment, her cheeks a fairly rosy hue now. “Probably!”

She rose halfway, contorting herself differently as Mai watched. It didn’t take her long to come into a simple back bend, a bit more contorted than anyone else would be in that position, but that was Ty Lee for you. Always pushing herself just this side of normal.

A back bend, interestingly enough, also led to her bare stomach being exposed to the open air. Mai didn’t say anything.

She reached forward, shifting Ty Lee’s skirt so it wouldn’t get caught on anything, but the other girl tensed under the light touch, her smile growing somehow even wider on her face. Mai quirked her lips.

“How long do you wanna go?”

Ty Lee scrunched her face in contemplation. “Maybe five minutes?”

Mai’s eyebrows shot up. “You seriously think you can last five whole minutes?”

Honestly, she hadn’t even meant anything with that statement, but the way Ty Lee’s body twitched in self defense made Mai remember why she was so good as this game.

“Um--” Ty Lee said, her voice high. “Okay, two minutes?”

Mai rolled her eyes. “One minute. If you can take that, we’ll keep going.”

Spirits, Ty Lee’s face was getting redder and redder, and Mai knew it was only partly due to the blood rushing to her head. She nodded once, her smile anticipatory and warm.

Mai’s lips quirked into a smirk. Without preamble she lifted one hand above Ty Lee’s stomach.

“Go.”

As soon as the word was out of her mouth, she began skittering five fingers right in the center of Ty Lee’s tummy. Ty Lee gasped, her torso jerking away from Mai’s touch before she got herself under control.

“Ahahaha! Mai!”

“One,” Mai said, ignoring Ty Lee. She lazily drew random patterns along Ty Lee’s skin with her nails. “Two. Three. Four--”

Ty Lee squealed, wiggling back and forth as much as she could in her position. “Nahahaha!”

Mai tsked. “Hold still.” She brought up her second hand, tracing the stretch of skin between Ty Lee’s hips and stomach.

Ty Lee gasped again, locking her joints and letting her head fall back limply. “Mahahahahai!”

“What?” Mai asked, a sly smile on her face. “Just stay still, it’s not that hard.”

Ty Lee snorted, scrunching her eyes shut. “Keep cohohohounting!”

Oh, yeah. Mai’s smile grew as she continued, “Four. Five. Six. Seven--”

This went on for a bit, Mai just giving the lightest tickles to Ty Lee’s tummy area and Ty Lee giggling away at the gentle touches. It wasn’t until Mai’s hand drifted just a bit to far to one side that her laughter increased dramamtically.

“Mai!” she cried, rocking away from the touch. “Not there!”

Mai ignored her, instead choosing to focus her attacks on both of Ty Lee’s sides. “Twenty one. Twenty two. Twenty three--”

She almost couldn’t hear herself counting over the sound of Ty Lee’s laughter; the acrobat was almost continuously rocking back and forth now, desperately trying to evade the evil tickles. Yet despite her frantic escape attempts, she still held her pose, her hands and feet still firmly planted on the ground. Mai smiled to herself. Ty Lee never gave up without a fight.

“Thrity five. Thirty six. Thirty seven--”

Still, that didn’t mean Mai was just gonna let her win.

“Thirty eight. Thirty nine. Forty--”

Mai crouched down suddenly, rearranging herself so she was level with the arch of Ty Lee’s stomach. Slowing the tickles for just a moment, she reached one hand over to continue to scratch at Ty Lee’s other side, while the other slowly drifted down to tickle along her exposed back. Ty Lee gave a choking gasp, and her eyes flew open again.

“Nahahaha! Mai! Plehehease!”

“Forty one,” she continued, tazing two fingers into Ty Lee’s side while her other hand aimed for the dip of her lower back. “Forty two. Forty three--”

By this point, Mai’s laughter was nearly entirely screams; her arms and legs shook, dangerously close to giving out on her.

“Gonna give up?” Mai asked, interrupting herself to lean over Ty Lee’s face. The other girl’s face was bright red, and her smile was wider than Mai had seen in years.

Through her peals of laughter, Ty Lee cracked an eye open. “Neveheheher!”

Mai sighed, loud enough to signify that she didn’t mean it. “Whatever.”

And with that, she leaned forward to blow a raspberry against Mai’s exposed side.

Mai shrieked, arms and legs folding in as she dropped to the ground. She tried to roll away, but Mai easily followed her, hands coming back to mercilessly attack all around Ty Lee’s bellybutton.

“You lost,” Mai said, as if Ty Lee wasn’t writhing with giggles below her. “Too bad.”

Ty Lee didn’t respond, too busy weakly batting at Mai’s hands. “Nahahaha!”

Mai hummed. “Still have to finish the minute,” she replied, enjoying how Ty Lee’s head weakly fell back to the ground as she continued laughing. “Stay still. Forty four. Forty five. Forty six--”

Finally, after many more giggles and snorts and squeals, Mai slowed her hands until she was merely tracing over Ty Lee’s skin. The other girl laid on the ground, only slightly wiggling when Mai’s fingers ghosted too closely to her sweet spots.

“That was fun,” Ty Lee giggled, stretching out like a housecat as she relaxed into the gentle touches. She cracked open one eye to peer up at Mai. “Thank you so much for playing Countdown with me, Mai! Did you have fun, too?”

Her cheerfulness was nauseating, but Mai couldn’t honestly say that she hated it. Still, she kept her face and voice neutral as she replied, “Whatever. It’s not like there was anything better to do.”

Ty Lee giggled, giving Mai a knowing look.

“That’s not what your aura says,” she teased. “It’s all smooth and clear now. You had fun, you can admit it--”

She cut herself off with another squeal as Mai abruptly squeezed her side again.

“Shut up,” Mai said, but there was the smallest of smiles on her face. As Ty Lee smiled up at her yet again, even Mai had to admit that there were worse ways to spend the day.

#my posts #my writing #tickling #tickle fic #tickle community #atla tickling #countdown #lee!ty lee #ler!mai

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malereader-inserts · 5 years

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Crazy For You

Fandom: Riverdale Pairing: Kevin Keller x Male!Reader Summary: Kevin has doubts but he should know what you are crazy for him. Word Count: 1,272 Request: “Kevin Keller x reader. he gets insecure about your relationship as Cheryl feeds him some lies, so u end up going to his place with chocolates & everything for whatever you did “

“Kevin’s been ignoring me.”

Your arms crossed over your chest, leaning against the table in Pop’s booth, you gloomily take a harsh sip of your milkshake as Veronica looks at you with a pointed gaze.

“You’re slurping,” Veronica pointed out, as you grumpily stop and lean back into the booth, slouching looking like a spoilt child who didn’t get what they wanted for the first time, “Plus, I might know why he’s been ignoring you.”

“Please,” You strain out, “Entertain me.”

Veronica rolls her eyes, for the first time she had known you - she hadn’t seen you sulk so badly until now. You were like a kid being told no for the first time. Then again, she could see how upset you were that your boyfriend was ignoring you rather than telling you what's up.

She doesn’t know what goes up in your funny little mind of yours but she would hate to think that you weren’t worthy of Kevin. In fact, out of all the potentials slash exes you have been the one that Kevin has loved the most, and Veronica knows that about Kevin.

Kevin has been to every single football game you’ve played, Veronica has seen him up in the bleachers when she is down doing cheerleading. She could see how loved up Kevin looks when you’re playing. Veronica knows that Kevin loves you, he always comes to her and Betty just to gush about you.

How you were taller, built and strong, despite your appearance, you are the sweetest boy he’s ever met. You weren’t like Joaquin who was part of the serpents, you weren’t like Moose at all. So, when Veronica had seen Kevin actively avoid you, she wondered what had happened and enlisted Betty to investigate why.

“So, Betty and I have been investigating, we’ve found out that Cheryl said something,” Veronica informed you watching you suddenly shoot up to sit straight.

You raised an eyebrow as your hands clasped together, you lean against the table with curiosity, “Excuse me? What?”

Veronica nodded, “Feeding Kevin lies,”

“Do you know what she’s said?”

“I don’t know, I heard something about spreading rumours about using him or you cheating on him, or whatever.”

“Well, I haven’t or I’m not, why-” You put your hands against your face as Veronica patted her hand against your hair, you looked up at her, “Is there anything else she said?”

“Not really, boo,” Veronica sighs, “I don’t know why she’s been saying stuff, I thought being with Toni would change her but obviously not, listen (Y/n) don’t waste your time with Cheryl.”

“She outed Moose and now she’s trying to ruin Kevin and me, it’s almost like she doesn't want Kevin to be in a good relationship and it’s a pisstake” You commented dryly, “I have to go.”

“Off to see Kevin?”

You grabbed your jacket and shoving it on, as you nodded. Shuffling out the booth. You grabbed your wallet before Veronica put her hand up to stop you, convincing you that you don’t have to pay for your milkshake - you should spend it on Kevin.

You send her a thankful smile before bidding her goodbye, saying your goodbye to Pop before exiting the diner to grab the essentials before making your way to your boyfriend’s house.

Slinging over your rucksack over one of your shoulders as you stare at the entrance of your boyfriend’s door. You took a deep breath before knocking on the door. Standing up straight, you hoped that Kevin hasn’t told his dad, because Tom Keller terrified you slightly.

The door open to reveal Josie, you send her a smile as she crossed her arms over her chest. Biting the inside of her cheek, she smiles and shakes her head. She gives you knowing eyes as you looked sheepish.

“I heard, I’m surprised you didn’t come sooner,” Josie commented, still blocking the doorway.

“I just found out today, I guess Cheryl did a good job that I wouldn’t hear so I look like an absolute shit boyfriend,” You replied, your shoulders deflating, “I came here the moment I heard.”

Josie smiles, unravelling her crossed arms, “I know, you’re a good person, I knew these rumours weren’t true, I’ve tried convincing Kevin but he’s been locking himself in his room.”

“Do you know why Cheryl would do this?”

“I don’t know, I wouldn’t be able to read what goes on her mind,” Josie side steps as she lets you in, “You know where his room is.”

You send her a thankful smile, before taking big strides up the stairs to his room. You could hear him belting out some Musical songs, you let out an amused huff as you knock on the door.

“I said go away, Josie!” His muffled voice was drowned out with the operatics of Phantom of the Opera.

“You know I think I prefer Natasha, Pierre & the Great Comet of 1812,” You called out as the music suddenly stops as you started to hum “Prologue” of the musical.

The door opens ajar as you stare at him, soft eyes and an easy smile. His eyes big and your heart melt when you see his curly hair, but he doesn’t open it further than his face.

“I bought over Miss Saigon, RENT, Fiddler on the Roof, Chicago and Rocky Horror Picture Show,” You listed as you noticed that Kevin opens the door slightly wider, “I remember you had a few musical DVDs as well here, so what do you want to start off with?”

“Why are you here?”

You looked sheepish, letting out a big sigh, meeting his eyes and you couldn’t help but send him a loving smile.

“I heard the things Cheryl has been spreading, I found out today by Veronica when I was moaning about how my boyfriend was avoiding me and I didn’t know why,” You started, you chuckle nervously, “I found out the red-haired bitch-”

“(Y/n),” He warned.

You cleared your throat, “Well she is,” You muttered before continuing, “She’s lying, I would never give up something, someone who means the world to me, Kevin.”

He looks at you, apprehensive before you sighed.

“Kev, why would I want to cheat on the person who has made me a better man? Why would I want to use you? I have nothing more to gain when I’m already with the best man, I know, a smart crazy talented man, who I love.”

Kevin smiles, biting the inside of his cheek before looking sheepish, “I should have known better to even doubt you, I know you wouldn’t do that to me.”

“Next time, tell me if something is bothering you,” You advised softly, “Instead of avoiding me.”

“Alright, I’m sorry,” Kevin apologised, his cheeks reddening, “Like I said, I should have trusted you.”

“Yeah, I’m crazy for you Kevin Keller.”

Kevin laughs as you open your arms allowing him to step forward into your embrace. You gripped him tight as he snuggles himself closer to you, grasping for your heat and your scent. He wiggles out to look at you as he takes your bag off your shoulders to see the contents, pleased to see chocolate, crisps, sweets and drinks.

“We’re starting off with Chicago, it’s like the best musicals,” Kevin announced as he clasped his hands with yours, you chuckle before shaking your head.

“Well, I think Miss Saigon is better, but-”

“We’re not arguing over this again,” Kevin breathed in disbelief, “My footballer boyfriend is a musical nerd.”

“Hey, I can be both!” You exclaimed, slightly offended but chuckling it off,“ and last time you argued that-”

“Nope!”

#kevin keller imagine #kevin keller x male reader #x male reader #riverdale #riverdale imagines #riverdale x male reader

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avanalae · 6 years

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Free Mermaid

It’s here, you guys. The final part of the Secret Mermaid verse. After…. *goes to check* …over 6 years oh my God. o__o

WELL ANYWAY *coughs awkwardly* I really hope you enjoy this conclusion. I was super surprised, actually, because I seriously wrote this all in one sitting in less than an hour! Like I said, super surprising. But I was super glad, too, though that it cooperated so well. It’s nice when that happens. :) Especially after years of hiatus.

ENJOY!!! *blows kisses*

Part 1 | Part 2 | Extra | Kaizoku To Ningyo Manga

Title: Free Mermaid Fandom: DCU/Kaizoku To Ningyo (Pirate and Mermaid) Pairing: future/implied JayTim Rating: PG Word Count: 1,645 (eeee :D) Warnings: Will make more sense if you’ve read the manga and the previous parts. Also explosions. Summary: Freedom comes in the form of a blaze. A blaze of fire and a blaze of a man.

It’s been… A week? A week and a half? Maybe.

Tim’s hardly sure of anything anymore. His face is in his hands, but those hands move up to instead tug fiercely at his hair.

The last time Ra’s had been in was about two days ago, as far as Tim can estimate. He’d acted so morose and regretful, telling Tim he’d be back in a few days, but he had business to attend to that needed a personal touch.

Tim doesn’t know how much of his story was true, but Ra’s hadn’t been in to talk with him for a while. The mechanism that brought him food didn’t involve people.

Tim had been alone for who knows how long.

His forehead on his knees, Tim continues to pull at his hair.

It’s not really the whole being alone part of things that’s the most upsetting. He’s used to being alone. But he doesn’t have anything to do, here. Sure, there’s the books and puzzles that he was provided but those were of Ra’s choice and not his own. The topics weren’t stimulating, likely an attempt to bore him enough to be more willing to talk to Ra’s. The puzzles were also only interesting for a short time.

The water is also too shallow and too restricted to swim freely, likely also an attempt to control Tim’s movements and ability to exercise.

Tim squeezes his eyes shut and berates himself.

What would his mother say about this?

Gods, she’d be so disappointed.

His heart breaks a little bit.

Tim blinks awake, wondering when he’d fallen asleep. He rubs his eyes and wonders what woke him.

There’s an odd sound and Tim looks to the door.

What’s going on, he wonders.

There’s silence for a bit and then the sound again, a bit louder this time.

An… Explosion?

Tim blinks and then his eyes widen. Could it be?

Hope explodes in his chest before he can smother it and he can only wait.

He doesn’t have to wait long.

The door explodes inward, pieces scattering around the room and bouncing off the glass of his cage.

Tim’s in the water, hands pressed against the glass and he almost gasps to see Jason stride into the room.

They had a tentative relationship, as far as he knew. He was, admittedly, attracted to the man. Practically since his stint as Robin. But while his attempts at amicability were generally rebuffed, Jason had gotten… kinder in a sense. More likely to listen, more willing to give snarky remarks, and so on.

But to see him here made something flutter in his chest.

And that feeling freezes when he realizes his situation.

Jason is staring at his glass prison in obvious horror.

But when his eyes turn to Tim there’s surprise and Tim wonders – Wait, perhaps he wasn’t informed of his… condition.

Tim looks away and tucks a lock of his flaming scarlet hair behind an ear insecurely.

“Baby bird?”

Tim looks up again and wow, how fast did Jason have to move to get this close so suddenly –

“It is you,” Jason’s hand touches the glass, the opposite side from where Tim’s other hand is still resting. His mouth turns up in a roguish grin, “Never took you for a ginger, baby bird.”

Tim frowns, he’s not pouting. He’s frowning.

Jason laughs, “Sorry, sorry. Now’s not really the time for it, though. It’s more time for getting you out of here.” He takes a couple steps back and looks around. Before long he nods and goes for his grapple.

Tim also backs up, seeing where he’s going with this.

Jason palms his grapple and prepares for throwing it, “Ready?”

“Yeah,” Tim nods even as he hoarsely responds.

It’s an almost perfect throw, and Tim stumbles a bit trying to catch it, trying to work against the water that goes up to his ribs. Grapple in hand he makes for one of the platforms. Once on, he turns and looks for a place to attach the grapple. But a quick glance shows a blushing Jason averting his eyes.

Tim suddenly remembers what he’s wearing, and his face practically bursts into flames.

The biggest problem is that the loincloth is white and though the fabric is thick enough to avoid any… flashes, it’s not exactly decent.

He clears his throat and fires the grapple at a protrusion on the ceiling. He hits the recoil and as he goes up, he steps up along the glass wall of his former cage.

Once out and on the other side, he hits reverse and steps onto marble floors. Release and recoil buttons and the grapple is ready to go.

“Are you here by yourself?” Tim asks as the grapple retracts and is surprised when Jason hands him his jacket.

There’s still a touch of red on his cheeks, and probably on Tim’s, too, but he’s trying to ignore it. So Tim hands Jason the grapple and puts on the coat.

“Nah, big bird’s here, too. B and demon brat are elsewhere causing a distraction.” Jason gently grabs his elbow and leads him towards the door. “We don’t have much more time, we gotta get out.” A touch to his earpiece, “Nightwing, package retrieved – “ Tim scowls “ – get out of here.”

It doesn’t take too much to get out of the mansion, but when they get outside, Tim flinches when his bare feet hit the rocky ground.

Without much hesitation and to Tim’s great surprise, Jason scoops him up into his arms and makes a run for a nearby helicopter. Dick’s inside, just starting it up, and only glances at them when they enter to confirm it’s them.

Soon they’re in the air and on their way away from Ra’s’ mansion.

Minutes have passed, and Tim finally gets over the fact that they came for him and he’s free – and realizes he’s still in Jason’s arms.

He blinks and looks up at Jason. Jason looks down and blinks.

They both blush and immediately separate, falling onto different seats. They look away from each other out opposite windows and Dick calls back, “Everything okay back there?”

“Just focus on flying, big bird,” Jason huffs gruffly.

They make it home after a long while, after three pilot changes and Dick’s attempt at composure after seeing Tim in his… outfit.

Tim practically runs to his room. He needs to shower. To get rid of the smell of salt that he’d never thought he’d come to dislike. To get rid of the feel of that cage.

He left Jason and Dick in the cave, but he hopes they understand.

At that thought, Tim realizes that he’s still wearing Jason’s coat. He pauses at this, stopping on the way to the bathroom.

He… He blushes at a thought, but…

He fights his embarrassment and brings the collar of the jacket up to his nose. It smells realitively clean, with just a hint of gunpowder and… something else.

It’s almost comforting.

Actually, it is.

Tim finds himself breathing a bit easier.

He reluctantly strips the jacket off and lays it on his bed. He takes off the loincloth with much less reverence, tossing it to the floor to be burned later.

He’s all dry, so his hair shows a glaring white in the mirror as he enters the bathroom. For a moment, he lets the memories of his childhood flow over him, remembering but not lingering.

He averts his eyes from the mirror.

Time for that shower.

It’s a few days later. He’d been left alone for the most part, just having to deal with some check-ups and lots of hugs from Dick. Otherwise, he didn’t think they really knew what to do.

He could tell that they were worried but didn’t know how to approach him.

Well, Dick and Bruce were worried. Bruce was too awkward, though, and Dick just tried to smother him.

He hadn’t seen Jason since he left him in the cave the other day when they returned.

He’s been staying at the manor ever since, Bruce, Dick, and Alfred not willing to let him out of their sight yet.

Alfred, at least, has known what to do. Offering a comforting hand on the shoulder, quiet words and hot coffee, and silent companionship.

He still thinks about Jason, though. His jacket his still on his bed.

And no, he didn’t sleep with it curled in his arms, thank you.

It’s the beginning of the evening, so the house is empty except for Alfred, aside from himself. He’s lying on his bed, looking through some reports on a tablet when he hears a knock on his window.

Confused, he gets up and goes to the window.

There’s no one there. He waits.

A gloved hand comes up and knocks again.

Is that…?

Tim steps forward and opens the window.

“Jason?”

There’s a large tree not too far from his window, but the closest branch isn’t the steadiest thing. But Jason doesn’t seem to be having too much trouble. He waves, “Hey birdie.”

He ignores the nickname, “What are you doing here?”

Jason shrugs, “Just checking in.”

Tim’s chest flutters a bit again, but it’s not immediately followed by another emotion so it lingers. “Oh.”

“Yeah.”

There’s a bit of an awkward silence.

“You know, Alfred would let you in,” Tim says quietly.

Jason shrugs again and doesn’t answer that. “So, they keeping you caged up in there?”

The corner of Tim’s lips quirk at that, despite the twitch his heart made at the word, “I suppose you could say that.”

“Come out to play, little bird,” Jason chuckles and reaches out a hand invitingly. “I’ll take you away from your cage.”

The quirk of lips turns into a smile, “Sure.”

A small pause, “But I’m going through the door, not a window.”

Jason laughs.

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Comfort and Companionship by ailavyn-siniyash fandom: Naruto words: 1017 AO3 link

A conversation between Naruto and Kurama, or, Naruto refuses to admit he's really short

(I’ve been testing out different pronouns for Kurama to see what I like best so this one uses it/its)

Trying to nap in Naruto’s mindscape is always a trade-off. Sure, it’s quiet, but it’s also wet. Kurama wonders occasionally if Kushina and the Fourth Hokage had known about how much Kurama liked fire and did not like getting drenched, or if it was just that Naruto’s childhood had influenced his mental state enough to create a dreary place like this. In either case, Kurama had long-ago decided that the whole situation was undeniably Kushina and the Fourth Hokage’s fault.

The only upside of not being literally on fire like Matatabi is that she would have an even worse time in this mindscape than Kurama. The entire room would be constantly filled with steam. Kurama has no intention of becoming Kokuo, ever.

"Kurama?" it hears Naruto ask.

It had felt more than heard him come in, a small mass of melancholy suddenly less than half a thought away, padding over on top of the mindscape's water. It opens an eye.

"I was trying to nap," it says, in token protest. It has an image to keep up, thanks. Or to rebuild, at any rate.

"Sorry," says Naruto.

"Eh," says Kurama. It lets Naruto climb up its fur — he is small enough that his grip isn’t more obnoxious than a fly or two — and flop down spread-eagle on top of its head. Screw image. "What's wrong?"

"How did you--"

Kurama snorts, but softly enough that Naruto doesn't fall off. The kid is trusting Kurama, and the bare fact is that Kurama still isn’t used to that at all, still marvels at every show of it. "I can sense negative emotions, you know."

"Right," says Naruto. He sighs, stretches out his arms.

"So?" asks Kurama. It doesn't claim to be the best at emotions, but it's best to get this stuff over early, right? Like killing the guy trying to seal you instead of playing around and letting them finish writing the seal for your trouble. Isobu probably disagrees, but Isobu isn't one of the two who didn't get extracted by the Akatsuki, so Isobu doesn't get an opinion.

"Mm," hums Naruto. It echoes in the sewer-mindscape, reverberating. "I've just been thinking about the other jinchuuriki." Ah. "If you guys had been treated better, if we'd been treated better, if we'd treated you guys better... instead of as weapons that could backfire on the user, if they’d thought we all had feelings.” He stops for a moment. “I wish I’d befriended you earlier, Kurama." It can hear the soft plaintiveness, the regret in his tone, feel it sprinkle onto its fur like rain.

"The past is the past," says Kurama, then backtracks to wonder if those words had actually come out of its mouth.

Naruto is equally confused. Kurama can feel it radiating from him into the dark beyonds of the mindscape. "You? The best at grudge-holding on the continent?"

"Don't compare me to the Uchiha," retorts Kurama.

Naruto snickers a laugh. "Well, now that you mention it..."

"Don't you dare, little human," says Kurama. It flexes a claw, hears it scrape against rocky ground.

Naruto is unfortunately unintimidated. "I am not little!" he says back, still flopped on Kurama's head.

"You are lying on my head," says Kurama. "That makes you small."

Kurama can just about picture Naruto's pout. "You're a Tailed Beast, doesn't count!"

"And you're the same height as your mother."

"Shut up," whines Naruto. He radiates noticeably less sadness — it has been replaced with the kind of irritation so fond it barely touches Kurama's senses.

"We've all made our choices," says Kurama. What was it it'd been thinking earlier about killing the bad guys quickly? Well, it wasn't its fault Naruto had decided to compare it to an Uchiha. "No use moping about might-have-beens."

"I guess," says Naruto. "Still..."

"You're the best jinchuuriki I've ever had," says Kurama, hoping Naruto won't take that as an insult to his mother. The things it does for this boy! "And you've done so much for the world, too. For peace. Just keep doing what you're doing, Naruto. You can't change the past, but you're already changing the future."

"Oh,” says Naruto. “Thanks, Kurama." His voice is quiet, oddly, genuinely grateful. "You're the best partner a jinchuuriki could ever have, ya know."

"Of course I am," says Kurama. "I'm the great and powerful Nine-Tails."

"Your ego could use some work, though," he says dryly. He slides down Kurama's side, landing with a splash in the sewer water.

"My ego is perfectly fine," says Kurama back. "You're the one who was boasting about being Hokage before you even made genin."

"And your point is, o 'mightiest of the bijuu?'" He makes quote signs with his fingers, all friendly mockery. Kurama would never admit it to anyone, but it delights in this.

It sniffs, but doesn't answer. "Your mindscape is gross, by the way," it says instead, a clumsy change of subject.

Naruto takes the bait anyways and wrinkles his nose. "Yeah, it kinda is. Sorry you have to live in this mess." He comes to stand in front of Kurama, water-walking again on the rust-tinted water, and tilts his head to the side. "Maybe I could get a Yamanaka in to clean it up?"

"Clean up your own messes, kid," says Kurama.

Naruto sticks his tongue out at it, childishly. "You're the worst."

"Do you want a party in your head?" asks Kurama. "There's already two of us, add a third and it starts getting crowded. Especially those Yamanaka with their invasive jutsu."

"Eh, point I guess," says Naruto. “Ino’s pretty nice though, I’m sure she’d be fine.”

"Of course it's a good point," says Kurama, ignoring the other half of the sentence. "I made it."

"See what I said about your ego?" Naruto asks, grinning cheekily.

"Shut it," it grumbles.

Naruto grins at it some more, then sighs. "Well... seeya, Kurama. I think Kakashi-sensei's trying to talk to me. And," he nods, "thanks again."

"No problem, tiny human," says Kurama. Naruto flickers out, unceremoniously, and Kurama settles back to trying to nap.

It doesn't quite realize, but it's smiling.

#naruto #uzumaki naruto #kurama #naruto uzumaki #kyuubi #im sorry for all the tags but i actually like how this fic came out sooooo #aila writes #fic #i love them i love them i love them #i love the tailed beasts so much i love kurama so much #i love kurama and naruto's relationship so much #grumpy uncle-friend and little ball of love and sunshine #also.... i have become aware that readmores don't function on mobile so I didn't readmore this #if that's obnoxious lemme know

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