#decoy au

[gritsandbrits]

"Why do you keep stalling!!"

Another edit this time set in my "Decoy Princess" AU. Odette pretends to be the princess on Harumi's orders to get information on the ninja, only for her to dveelop genuine camaraderie with them. This angers Harumi. One might she catches Odette by surprise and grills her. If she doesn't regain focus then SHE will personally step in. Odette is afraid for her new friends.

Original:

[odetteandfriends]

So now that Harumi is alive I imagine in the Decoy AU her and Odette having a very long talk about their past together. Harumi expressing remorse for treating Odette like a tool, and Odette understanding the depths of Harumi's pain. But she makes it clear they're not going to be friends again. Help her out maybe, but as far as friendship goes they can't have that ever again. It takes YEARS for them to be somewhat amicable.

[pjs-everyday]

“One more chapter.”

11. Royal AU // Twiyor Month @twiyorbase

[melonsharks]

watched decoy bride w my sweet friend some weeks ago and we did what seemed most logical:

1. made it aziracrow

2. made it yuri

[flutterclouds]

OOO AN FF7 PMD AU?? what Pokémon did you decide to make each of the characters?

Hi! I don’t have all the characters’ species figured out yet, but here’s some of the major ones!

Cloud is a Jolteon, and the current owner of the Buster Looplet

Barret is a Blastoise, although with the design detail that one of his paws is replaced by a prosthetic Mega Blastoise claw with an arm cannon

Tifa is a Lucario! When it comes to using aura, she dislikes prying too much into other Pokémon’s emotions. As such, she mainly only uses it during combat to gauge her opponents’ next moves. For some odd reason, she has trouble reading Cloud’s aura.

Aerith is a Bayleef, with her White Emera, this AU’s version of the White Materia, kept safely tucked in the pink ribbon she wears around her head leaf.

Nanaki is an Entei

Yuffie is a Treecko

Vincent is a Zoroark, who due to events in his past is sometimes able to become one with the illusions Zoroark are able to conjure.

Cid is a Fearow, and currently works as a transporter

Cait Sith is a Decoy Doll controlled psychically by Reeve! The Moogle Doll in the AU is a Kangaskhan Rock able to move due to Reeve’s abilities

Reeve is a shiny Reuniclus

Zack is a Luxio

Marlene is a shiny Flabebe currently without a flower, as flowers are rare in Midgar

Claudia is a Flareon

Jessie is a Raichu

Biggs is a Fraxure

Wedge is a Shieldon

Hojo is a Banette

Sephiroth is a shiny Gallade

Lucrecia is a Gardevoir

Jenova is a Missingno, with various forms such as Ghost, Aerodactyl skeleton, and Kabutops skeleton

[kerizaret]

Exams and revision are killing my free time so here's a low effort something for that cyberpunk dead boy au (idk what to call it yet)

[janeelyakiri]

I can do so many things So many things, so many things You know if you just use your imagination

ink (c) comyet

decoy (c) me

[maxladcomics]

Gemknight version of Gravel

He’s a very chaotic evil- so far his lore is that he throws any invading humans into random portals to other universes. He doesn’t care where they end up, but he might check the world he threw them into later to see if the human destroyed it or not.

Gemknight concept and AU belongs to @fluo-skeletons

[questforyellow]

Smoon's cousin Wiggly-Inflatable-Fan-Man is the real mvp.

Fanart for @dad-sun-and-moon , specifically the Baby Greggy AU

(click to see full pictures)

[magnusbae]

Yet another short writing challenge from @cuubism, this time with the absolutely realistic expectation to convey all this in 100 words: Assassin Corinthian / Spy dd enemies-to-lovers secret relationship. Who is dd? The Corinthian would like to know too. p.s ofc it's not 100w, it's 369w and it's mildly nsft.

▾▾▾

The Corinthian hisses in frustration, stabbing the dagger deep into the royal mattress, right by King Morpheus’s head.

Expect it is no Morpheus, nor king that lies beneath him.

“Who are you?”

The imposter looks up with blue eyes that betray no fear.

“Not who you were looking for, assassin?” He asks with a voice barely a whisper, not attempting to raise an alarm, not attempting to escape him.

The Corinthian's tongue flicks, touching the corner of his lips. A habit he thought he was rid of years ago. Then again, it's been years since he's been surprised, let alone caught off guard like this.

“Embarrassing for you, I’d say” a hand sneaks up The Corinthian’s side, to the middle of his back. They’re close enough for The Corinthian to smell the blueberries in his scent, feel the warmth of his breath on his own lips, taste it on his tongue.

“I don’t mind pretending that you didn’t get your mark all wrong” The pretender says, there’s amusement there, sweet indulging mirth, he smiles at him. “If you stay awhile, to…” he shifts up and speaks directly into his mouth “properly charm the ruler.”.

The hand on his lower back yanks him down suddenly enough to force his hips to lower, align with his. Heat spikes in his lower tummy, a dangerous, coiling feeling. Not unlike the one he gets before killing.

The Corinthian should slit his throat. He should have minutes ago, the second he realized that it was not the person he was here to assassinate. He should kill him, be rid of the body and escape the palace before all hell breaks loose on him.

A warm, wet tongue along his lower lip is all it takes to snap him out of his musings. Without a second thought, The Corinthian descends onto him with the ferocity of a starving beast, wishing to devour.

The Corinthian kisses him until he yields enough to let him in, he presses him down with all his weight and the soft little moans he gets in response make his blood boil, makes him want to bite.

He can always kill him afterwards, whoever it was.

For now…He much rather do this.

[sweepy-stringbean]

How it started vs. How it's going with Vecna

[gritsandbrits]

SPEEDPAINT] #ninjago Decoy AU; Odette pretends to be the princess to spy on the ninja only to catch real feelings for Lloyd. Her boss isn't too happy about the new development..

[llumimoon]

i am so cool and normal <- thinking SO HARD abt Regular

[needsmoresleepwrites]

Gift for adorations: "Kei goes to Tadashi’s house almost every day and almost every day he falls asleep on his bed." (Dec'23 GDC)

Kei Dreams

read on AO3

Kei doesn’t really like the holidays. It’s not because Christmas starts months in advance and every single ad he sees is about buying your loved one that super special and perfect gift and we can make sure it’s perfect if you buy with US. It’s not even because Santa decorated everythings were suddenly shoved in his face. Although, he admits he once asked Santa to get him a Santa-themed T-Rex figure but he was 10 so he thinks he gets a pass. He didn’t know better…

(Ok, he’s lying. That is a big part of why he dislikes the holidays, especially Christmas)

“Tsukki,” he feels someone shake him awake, “It’s getting late.”

There’s a warm hand on his cheek and he grumbles something that makes Tadashi laugh. There’s movement around the room and he keeps his eyes closed just a moment longer. When he finally opens his eyes, Tadashi is out of his uniform. He’s grabbing all of his stuff (wallet, game console, notebooks, and pencils) and packing them back in his bag. Kei realizes with a bit of annoyance that he did it again. 

“I’m sorry,” he says, “I didn’t mean to fall asleep again.”

(He goes to Tadashi’s house almost every day and almost every day he falls asleep on his bed)

Tadashi sets his packed bag down and goes back to Kei’s side. He pats his side and grins, “It’s ok. It was too cold to study anyway, and we did technically finish what we had to at school.”

“Is my brother here?” Kei asks, because even when he tells his mother he can just walk home alone, she always worries and sends Akiteru to pick him up. Tadashi nods and Kei reluctantly gets out of bed. 

He thinks that if Tadashi didn’t sleep in it every night, it would smell more like Kei with how often he wakes up on it. 

Tadashi hugs him with a grin and asks, “Do you want to brush your teeth?”

He holds Tadashi back loosely, his eyes still feeling a bit crusty and he wants to yawn but he’s very conscious of how his breath smells. He nods and Tadashi pecks him on the mouth, “Ok.”

Kei goes into the bathroom, which is right across from Tadashi’s room to finish waking up. When he steps out, he’s glad he can hear the TV and Tadashi’s voice downstairs. He grabs his bag and heads down too.

His brother is there, sitting at the Yamaguchi table with Tadashi and his parents. When he sees Kei he grins, “Ready to go?”

Kei knows he’s pouting when Akiteru laughs. He turns back to Tadashi’s parents and nods, “Thanks for the tea. It’s really delicious.” He flashes a tea box at them, “I’m sure Mom will love them. I’ll wait outside.”

The last bit is for him because (as Akiteru likes to tease), he knows he doesn’t like to be watched when he’s being all ‘cuddly’ with his boyfriend. Don’t worry, it’s not weird, it’s a teenager thing

Yamaguchi’s parents also tease and he feels himself go red, but Tadashi just grabs his hand and tugs him toward the genkan. He bows his head and excuses himself.

Kei is taller than Tadashi, but when he steps down to put on his shoes, Tadashi is the taller of the two. But only just. He knows Tadashi likes it when they stand like this (Kei does too) because he’s able to wrap Kei in his arms from above. Kei doesn’t like to hold Tadashi like that. He likes to hold him around his back and waist. (So he does)

Tadashi kisses his forehead and it would feel suffocating with anyone else but it feels warm with Tadashi. He knows not to hold on too tightly

He whispers into Kei’s ear, “I’m so excited for tomorrow.”

Kei isn’t, “I’m not.” (He is. Just not entirely. He’ll have to share Tadashi and it’ll be busy).

Tadashi just laughs because he knows, “Will we have time for a nap?”

Kei shakes his head, “We’ll be too busy. Mother likes to cook.”

---

They don’t have Christmas off, which means Kei still has to go to school in the morning and sit through boring lectures. Volleyball is canceled today though, which means he’s able to take the train to Tadashi’s school (still in the same town but a few stops from Kei’s). They both get ready at the dorms at his school. There’s no time to sit down and relax because his mother is already sending him messages of things she forgot to buy that he should get on his way home

Tadashi grins, “It’ll be like a little date.”

Kei smiles back and grabs his hand. 

---

Christmas in the Tsukishima household is fairly simple. Most years, his mother just buys most of what they’ll eat but when Kei came home one day and announced (shoes still on, bag still in hand, and a frown on his face), Tadashi will be over for Christmas this year, is that ok? she had been over the moon!

She pulled out old recipe books she only used occasionally, watched cooking videos like she was going to be on some professional cooking show, and asked him repeatedly about Tadashi’s likes and dislikes. 

Is he ok with dairy? What about eggs? Does he like cheese?

He likes rice, right? No wait, maybe he’s more of a bread person.

Do you know what kind of cake he likes best?��

He reminds his mother that Tadashi isn’t some stranger he picked up off the street but his elementary school friend, It’s not his first time coming over

His mother laughs but continues her barrage of questions, But it’s his first time here as your boyfriend. I can’t disappoint!

---

In the end, Kei and Tadashi walk into the Tsukishima household with a bag of yokan sweets and frozen vegetables. Tadashi sniffs the air and nearly drools, “It smells so good!”

He speaks loud enough to be heard in the kitchen and he knows his mother heard when a muffled, “Did you hear that Aki?” carries through the hall. There’s some shuffling and then his mother hurries over. She’s drying her hands on her apron and her smile is wide. Tadashi matches her cheer but Kei just wants the day to be over with

“Welcome, welcome,” she calls and pulls at Kei’s other arm, “Come in you two. Oh, Tadashi! Look at how much you’ve grown!”

She pulls him into a hug and Kei rolls his eyes. He lets go of Tadashi’s hand and goes to the kitchen to drop off the bag he’s carrying. 

When he hears Tadashi say, “Oh! I’d love to help!” he knows they’re doomed. Akiteru gives him a shrug, taste-testing the broth his mother has on low heat. He makes a noise and then hovers a spoon near Kei’s mouth, “It’s so good! Try it!”

Kei just stares and Akiteru does too. It’s been a few years since they’ve talked and figured things out, but sometimes Kei wishes Akiteru still backed down like he used to. Now his stubbornness outlasts Kei’s and he sighs, opening his mouth.

Kei’s eyes go a little wide because it really is good

Before he can say anything, their mother walks into the kitchen, “You two better not be sticking your fingers in there.”

Kei raises his hands and he can see the way Tadashi covers his mouth behind his mother, hiding a laugh. Akiteru, however, doesn’t get off too easily. He’s got the spoon in his hand after all. 

He defends, “I’m only making sure it doesn’t burn, just like you said.”

---

They sit down to watch TV after dinner. Dinner had run a little late because they had to let the food cool down. She looks at Tadashi when she says, “You know how Kei is.” 

Tadashi, who ends up sitting between the couch armrest and Kei nods. They share conspiratorial grins and Kei rolls his eyes, “You can’t taste anything if it’s too hot.”

Which is why he hasn’t touched his tea yet. It sits on the table with steam coming off the top. And it could be Tadashi’s warmth as he sits tight against Kei’s side, or the warmth of the house, which still has the smell of dinner in the air. Or it could be the sound of the TV and his family’s voices, but eventually, he dozes. 

(He dreams of more holidays just like today)

He wakes up a few hours later with his head on Tadashi’s chest and his body askew. He’s somehow maneuvered himself so that he’s half laying across Tadashi, who has also moved to hold him (spoon him, his mind corrects) more comfortably. His mother is sitting on the floor with her legs tucked into the kotatsu at the center of the room, a blanket over her shoulders, and the TV still on (volume lowered). His brother isn’t in the room anymore but he can see another blanket on the other side of the kotatsu so he knows he hasn’t been gone long

The lights from the Christmas tree dance along the walls. 

He looks over to see Tadashi dozing as well. His face is peaceful and Kei watches as different parts of his face light up as the lights change. He must be staring too hard or it might be the movement, but Tadashi’s eyes open slowly. When he realizes Kei is awake, he smiles softly and leans their heads close

“Is it time yet?”

“Dunno,” he mumbles. 

His mother looks back at them and smiles, “We still have about two hours, but if you kids want to open gifts now and get some proper rest, we can do that too.”

“Where’s Akiteru?” Kei asks, sitting up and rubbing some feeling back into his limbs. Tadashi rubs his back too. Kei grabs his cup of tea, which has gone cold. It helps him wake up some more. 

“He’s on the phone, but he should be back soon.”

Soon ends up being fifteen minutes and in that time they’ve cleared the kotatsu and set up the gifts to be unwrapped. 

He panics, “Wait! Isn’t it too soon?”

“We’re opening them early because we’re tired,” Kei tells him. 

Akiteru only grins, “You mean you’re tired.”

“You can open your gifts last .” Akiteru whines, his mother laughs, and Tadashi snickers. As they all sit around the kotatsu, Kei doesn’t miss the little box Akiteru slips into the pile. 

---

His mother sets up her phone to record and Tadashi flashes a peace sign before saying, “Tsukki! Let’s open your gifts first!”

He pushes a box toward him and Kei looks at him with a smirk, “You do realize we’re supposed to guess who these are from, right?”

Tadashi looks at Kei’s mother, “I have no idea who that one is from.”

She smiles, “Oh, I can wager a guess.”

Kei rolls his eyes and opens the gift. When he does, he feels his eyes twitch and he turns to Tadashi, who is smiling innocently. It’s a Christmas sweater with a pixelated T-Rex eating Santa Claus. In a horror-esque font it says SANTA CLAWS and tiny rocks are falling from the top. One of the sleeves is wrapped in Christmas lights and some of them even come off as 3-D puffs. 

“It’s…ugly.” 

“That’s the point!” Tadashi laughs.

Kei’s mother claps, “Oh Kei! You have to wear it now. It’s perfect.”

And Kei is weak to Tadashi and his mother so when they both urge him, he relents. He puts on the sweater over his clothes and frowns when Akiteru takes a picture. 

“Can you send me that picture?”

“Already sent!” Tadashi’s phone buzzes. 

Kei didn’t even realize they knew each other’s numbers. 

They open gifts in that style and when his mother grabs a small box to see who it’s for, Kei says, “That one’s from Akiteru.”

---

Tadashi spends the night and when they’re both in bed (Kei sans the ugly Christmas sweater), Tadashi gives him an extra gift. It’s small and flat and Kei is pretty sure it’s an envelope but less sure about the contents. He frowns, “Why didn’t you put it with the others?”

Tadashi is blushing and Kei likes the way it makes his freckles pop. 

He’s a little quiet when he says, “This one is special. I…I didn’t want your family to see it yet. Open it.”

Kei opens it and feels his eyes widen when he sees what’s inside. It’s a listing for a small apartment and at the top of the paper it says, Do you want to live together? in Tadashi’s messy script

It’s quiet in his room and Tadashi begins to ramble, “We, uh. We haven’t talked about it too much, just vaguely, I know, but I was thinking that starting in the next school year we can do this instead of staying in the dorms. It would be cheaper and we wouldn’t have to-”

“Tadashi,” Kei stops him. Tadashi stops talking and Kei isn’t even sure what he wants to say. His heart is pounding and he’s sure his face is red. 

Instead, Kei takes his hand and squeezes. He nods and Tadashi lights up.

“Really?” he asks, “It’s not too much? I know you like your space and-”

Kei squeezes his hand again, “It’s not too much. I want to.” He gestures at the paper, “We can talk more about it tomorrow.”

---

Kei dreams of days that aren’t completely taken up by his long naps. He dreams of waking up to Tadashi’s smiling face and instead of hearing it’s time, Tadashi asks him, “What should we have for dinner?”

---

A/N:

For adorations.

EEEE!! Another gift fic and this one is for the holidays :D i really liked the cute and domestic prompts because that's the kind of HQ i love LOL. Adorations, you mentioned wanting (if possible) some type of chronic rep and idk if this is it but you mentioned fatigue and i suddenly remembered how most of my HS time with my then s/o was spent with me sleeping bc i would always fall asleep at their house xD so tsukki is now sleepy boy. even now i do have a weird sleep schedule sometimes and if i can get away with it, i do everything (yes even washing the dishes) while sitting (hehe) some of the prompts you gave me + established relationship/domestic + canon compliant/college au + meet the family/family dynamics + ugly sweaters

[makoto-nihil]

movie night

[stitchthesewords]

Dearest 🍂anon, I heard from a little birdie [scrolling through my dash a few minutes ago] that it was your birthday! Unfortunately, on this day I am fighting my demons [executive dysfunction] so I do not currently have the brain power to write you a little ficlet. oTL however! I went digging through my wips folder and found a snippet of a cowboy idea I had that I never posted! Happy birthday dear 🍂anon! I hope you like it!

The boom echoed in the distance and the little shock-wave it sent out rattled the ground they stood on. Grian wasn’t even looking at the man holding them at gunpoint. “I haven’t done anything,” he said, tips of his wings brushing the ground. Smoke spilled from the doors to the saloon, a fire evidently catching on the dry wood. “Scar lit the dynamite, and I had to get it out of my hands, officer – it could have killed me!”

Grian cackled though he tried to keep up the innocent façade anyway, turning back to the nameless sheriff. The man hadn’t moved, or backed down, and he was honestly a little surprised. They were normally running by now. There was a woodsy scent in the air. Beside him, Scar shook out his match and Grian winced and rubbed his fingertips on his shawl as he felt the heat. The gun tracked his movements, but Grian wasn’t worried.

“Surely you know killing someone who’s still green is just blatant murder, Sheriff! They’ll try you like they do me!” Scar said. His voice had the hint of a drawl, completely fake. “I would hate for you to waste 2 lives.” The sheriff made to shoot.

Mumbo drew faster from where he was on the roof. Grian watched with interest as one of Mumbo’s patented grenades made contact with the ground and sent the sheriff’s body flying. He whistled and leaned on Scar’s shoulder.