#and besides. the other way is cool as heck.

[being-of-rain]

I just listened to The Children of the Future, and really enjoyed it (Sarah and the Brig were such a delight in it, and Tim Foley is definitely one of my favourite current regular Big Finish authors). But I found it interesting that Three seemed to think he was near the end of his current life, because that's a trope that turns up a fair amount in the Dr Who expanded universe. Basically every classic Doctor seems to know when they're in their final few years, (it sometimes feel like Seven spends half his EU life thinking about how he's going to die soon,) because the authors just can't help themselves. The stories are deeply rooted in the continuity of the TV show, and the emotions of the fans who are writing the new stories. So every time a Doctor reaches their final season they get a meta self-awareness about it, which is something that I don't think ever happens in Classic Who itself. Even in New Who, the melodramatic 'the end is coming' attitude only turns up when the Doctor is told so by someone else. It's just when authors are looking back on the show that authors add the knowledge in, as if it wouldn't have any affect on the character or stories.

I don't know where I'm going with this yet. It's not something I really dislike, because I'm a fan too, and I understand exactly the bittersweet place that the writers are coming from. And in some stories, like The Children of the Future, it works really well and adds an extra dimension to the character (which goodness knows is always welcome when it comes to a character as well-worn as the Doctors). But it's another instance where it feels like the Doctor is really in-tune with the timeline (or narrative) of themself and everyone around them. Things like that always puts me in mind of TV Movie Eight, who reads people's entire lives like a book just by being around them. Or even less deliberately than that: he instinctually, maybe even subconsciously, picks up on their destinies, like long-time audience members of a specific genre, passively recognising the tropes and character archetypes as they're introduced.

[funlovinzara]

“Speechless” Turbo!ken and Okarun x reader

I didn’t know id cause so much trouble, but in the end i met someone who touched my heart…i don’t know if I’ll ever be able to love him.

Warnings: none really

A/n: im back divas 💜 IM SICK AGAIN

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Okay, lets not start off with “im just a normal person, who attends a totally normal school.” Because its stupid and dumb and i really really just want to explain this whole situation. This school is weird. Ive been experiencing some supernatural things happening to me and i dont feel safe wherever i go and i think something bad might hurt me. I walk home after school one day and i notice the air getting thicker and thicker and i just feel the tense pressure of something following me

I rush home and all i can do is ponder about whats going on with me, am i mental?? Is this some of condition?? Im having nightmares and i cant take it anymore. I cant even talk to anyone about this because i hardly talk to people at this stubborn school…

Besides all the crazy things happening to me, theres this guy I’ve had my eye on, not romantically or anything i just keep seeing him wherever i go and he just sticks out like a sore thumb. I think his name was Ken….im going to talk to him, he seems like the only person who wouldn’t judge me.

I walk up to him and before i could even mutter a “hey” a girl comes first and speaks to him, it seems like they’re close. Suddenly everyone must have a friend besides me, thats so annoying. I’ll speak to him at lunch then. And as i expected, that girl was there again. So i guess i’ll just speak to him afterschool.

“Hey..” i tap his shoulder while walking out the gate of the school. He swiftly turns around looking at me in surprise and quickly blushing. “O..oh hello!”

“I wanted to know if you’d like to be friends…you look really cool and i thought it would be nice.” His face flushes even more “Cool..? Me? Oh- yeah s-sure we can be friends thats totally awesome! Yup! Cool!” He was geeking out, and it was really cute

“Can w-“ before i could speak again he cuts me off. “How about we talk together at lunch tomorrow or if we have the same class..? Its s-super nice to meet you. Im Ken takakura!”

“Oh im y/n l/n, sure we can talk tomorrow” he bows and runs off home, i mean at least i’ll be able to actually talk to him. I start to walk home and the sun starts to set, i really don’t want that feeling to come back again. But it’s not my choice is it..

While i walk home i start to feel it again, the feeling that im being watched. But no it’s way worse this time. My ears start to ring, and i hear footsteps slowly pick up behind me. I start to run home, it wasn’t far anyway, i could make it! I run into a neighborhood I’ve never seen before, but I’ll do anything just to get away.

A blue light appears above my head and i turn around to see 3 large men with a horrifying smile standing behind me. I turn again to sprint for it until they catch me in a millisecond. “What a fine specimen!!! We shall take your banana for inspection.”

“What the heck does that even mean??? Let me go!!” I hear another pair of footsteps and i see..Ken? And that other girl..

“Get em okarun!!” The girl exclaims, and before my own eyes i see okarun leap forward to one of the men holding me, transforming into something so unknown. The aliens are caught off guard and unhand me while i see that other running behind us, a big set of translucent blue arms emerge from her back and grabs on hold on one of the men and slams him.

“Okarun!! Take the girl somewhere else!! I’ll be safe i promise!” This new…person that is ‘okarun’ sighs in laziness “such a drag..” he picks me up bridal style and starts to speed away into a secluded area where the strange men were sure not to search. He lays me down on the concrete floor and i think i recognize this area, this is a part of my neighborhood thankfully!!

I look up at him in disbelief, “your…ken..?” He was prepping to sprint back to where the other girl was but he looks at me instead “in the flesh.” What was up with his lingo..

“..how are you able to do that?” It’s absolutely incredible, i was totally mesmerized, he’s beautiful! “Dunno, i gotta go. Stay safe babe.” He pats my head and then gets into a crouching start position to run, he sprints off and into the night he goes. What just happened, and he called me babe? How am i going to even talk to him tomorrow??

It takes me a minute to get back up and into shape, i make my way back home and i was later than usual. I make myself comfy, shower and change, and hop right into bed. I shut my eyes and start to recap.

‘Alright, what the hell was going on today. Ken is some secret transforming boy, and i guess his nickname is okarun? This other girl has magical powers and i almost got kidnapped by some disgustingly terrifying ‘men’. Based on what I’ve seen today, were those even men?? Im speechless..’ I continue to yap on in my head until i drift off into slumber.

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I wake up the next morning trying to figure out if i should just stay home today, but then again i need answers. I quickly hop out of bed and get myself ready while having something small to eat for breakfast. I make my way to campus and i see Ken and that girl again, i really need to get her name..

“Hey Takakura.” While he was speaking to that girl he turns around to look at me, she gives me a glance and her face brightens, it seems like she recognizes me. “Hey y/n, is everything alright?”

“Um yeah no, what even happened last night?? That was totally insane! Do you guys know what was going on it freaked me out, and you turned into some creature and that girl had big arms coming out of her back-“

The girl giggles and cuts me off “okay i know it’s crazy, and I’m momo! What you saw yesterday wasn’t normal i know, it’s a long story. But those men you saw were aliens, thats why they looked so weird. Okarun here has this new ability to transform into something completely new, i have psychic powers.”

My face must have been absolutely confuzzled because they both started to giggle “Don’t worry, we’ll talk more about it at lunch! By the way whats your name?”

“It’s y/n l/n, nice to meet you.” She smiles and rests her arm on my shoulder “Sweet! Cmon okarun, let’s head to class!”

He follows right behind us and my smile fades a bit, that person okarun was…i can feel my heart start to strain. This isn’t good, i think i might like him but every-time i see Okarun and Momo together, they just seem like an unbreakable bond that stays together forever and i might be tinkering and getting in the way of that. I want to go home already.

“Hey y/n, matter of fact how about you come to my place after school? Then we can totally go over everything you’re confused about.”

“Oh, yeah sure! I don’t mind.” They day goes on as it fades into the mist of night. Her house is more larger than i thought, i enter and it has this calming feel to it. I spot Ken taking off his shoes and my hear starts to race a bit, this is making me insane. “Alright Okarun, show em!” I watch him transform again and i see that boy…wow he is so alluring. His droopy sleep eyes and tall slim frame would have anyone at campus falling head over heels

“So this is what you saw yesterday, this form is when he blah blah blah blah…”

I really should have payed attention but i was lost in his thoughtless eyes, and he was staring right back at me. I wonder does this form have the same mind as Okarun or is it someone else? While momo continues to talk, without her noticing he nods his head up at me in a “sup” motion, with his hands in his pockets. He was trying so hard to be cool and he really was. I feel my brain melt to my toes as i nod my head back at him.

“So do you understand?”

I snap back into reality, “Yeah..so what can he really do?”

“Well he can only run really fast, he has no good fighting skills yet.” “Wow, harsh.” He said while leaning back on the wall. Momo takes out her phone and looks at the time, she jumps and shrieks “its really late! Hey how about this, you can come over again tomorrow and we can go over how you’re able to see things like this. Okarun since it’s dark outside and you’re a fast runner, take em home!”

“whatevs, I’m the fastest yo.”

We head out the door and he lets me get on his back. “later y/n!”

Ken gets into the crouching start position again and speeds to my neighborhood “quick, where do ya live” I whisper my home into his ear and he quickens the pace all the way until the destination. He slows and gets down, allowing me to step off his back. I was hesitant to walk into my home and i turn around right before he was going to speed back to momos place.

“Cya on the flip side babe.” Seriously does he call everyone babe…but then i realized he was leaving and as he took off i managed to shout “See you tomorrow!!” I see him wave his hand in the air while he ran, this wasn’t so bad. I lay back in my bed ready to disclose for the night, this is crazy.

Will he be someone i can love or am i just going to be a nuisance..?

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GUYS I JUST finished watching dandadan please i had to write something y’all idk it set something off in me for real!! bye DIVAS 💜

[galactic-rhea]

WDYM Anakin is Luke and Leia's dad

I dunno if this post will reach the Star Wars fandom but I hope it does because I'm sure you all will get a good laugh at me.

As of recent I have developed a good hiperfixation for Star Wars, the thing is I knew nothing. NOTHING about Star Wars besides the fact it had aliens and...a war...in space? And funny swords. And main character is Luke or something, I spent over 20 years ignoring anything about Star Wars and somehow missing most references out there.

And recently, literally less than a month ago I saw a gif and said to my partner "oh this guy this guy looks cool, this gif looks nice" and he said "Oh well, he's a good character." And it all developed into me watching Clone Wars, the animated series you know and...and I was kinda blown away, on my opinion the show IS GREAT. And I love every character and their interactions, I love how much they focus on side characters, and they all seem very well written. I got hiperfixated really fast and saw Anakin and I was like "Omg, babygirl. He's a blorbo now."

And because of the show, this was super unexpected, but somehow I also got, really got, into the ship with Padmé because omg, cool woman. Literal happy squeaky noises of someone who was in a bad state and needed some good ol' distraction and comfort.

Now, like I said I knew nothing about Star Wars as a whole. And I still haven't watched the movies, besides the ocassional gif?

So imagine my shock, my surprise, my...bewilderment when I realized.

"Wait a minute, LUKE IS ANAKIN'S SON?! HOLY-"

Ladies, gentleman, and others, I think I came very late to this party and I don't even know how it took me so long.

Not only that, but because of this sudden love for the series, I went to my friends circle like "BESTIE, GUESS WHAT, I HAVE A NEW BLROBO AND A NEW FAV SHIP AND EEEP"

And my friends are like "omg that's amazing, what is it?"

I tell them, and of course they all know these characters and they all react like they know this very bad secret fact and I got told several times already "Please, don't watch the episodes 2 and 3 alone, it will hurt."

I feel like blissfully walking among rainbows and blue skies while everyone else know that my future is doomed. Somehow.

(Uncomfortable silence)

Not only that, but then I spent a whole deal of time thinking "Where the heck I have seen these guys" cus there was some fmailiarity I couldn't just point out and then one day I woke up, brushed my teeth and of all sudden I realized and it was such a shock.

Do you know how SURREAL is to get very into a character, and into a ship, and then realize they're the same from that super widespread meme that has been around for who knows how much time?

I swear I thought that meme was from some old medieval fantasy movies or something.

But alas, Star Wars now is EVERYWHERE. People do references to Star Wars ALL THE TIME and it's just now I'm catching them.

I got spoilers. From a meme. In a youtube review that had nothing to do with Star Wars hah. Everything is a spoiler, the world is an apparent spoiler. Now I'm here, trying to avoid spoilers from something everyone seems to know, even my family knows. It's so surreal and I wouldn't have it any other way 😂

Anyways, if you read until here, know that a wild ride still waits me, cuz I'm only starting Season 3 of Clone Wars and I don't plan to watch the movies until I finish the series.

And yes, I made this blog just to ramble freely about SW and draw stuff because it sparked my inspiration after a long art block.

Have this doodle I drew after watching the two first episodes, my offering for you reaching this far.

Note: Wouldn't Anakin and Padmé's ship name be Animé? Cuz that's hilarious.

[sonotkari]

Tiny Bits Of Love

Kim Minji x Fem Reader

[ Synopsis ]

Your nonchalant looking seatmate was the last person you expected to get answers on what love was. Maybe they were more than sticky memo pads.

Fluff

[ Word Count ]

1.3k

[ a/n ]

Another random idea popped out at midnight + written in a short span of time + w/ rush + without a single thought in mind so heads up! Yes this isn't the one I spoiled heck I don't even know if that's gonna be published lmao Casually dropping this and dissapearing again /ᐠ｡ꞈ｡ᐟ\

To lonely nights craving for love, dis for u bae <3

It is said that first impressions are made in the first three seconds of your interactions. "She looks scary" was yours the moment you laid eyes on your seatmate, Kim Minji. Not like the rest, laughing on whatever topic they were chit-chatting around, she was quietly sitting on her seat looking in front without a thought. She looked so nonchalant and you, who were usually― no, always surrounded by loud lively people, it wasn't helped when you felt unease, glancing at the girl with a straight expression on her face. She almost looks like that one emoji with a straight-lined mouth. And that may be your second impression of her. But as they say "Third time's a charm" or you weren't really sure whether that was the right phrase to imply but still, it felt something like that at your third impression of Minji which changed very differently from the previous ones. You were right all along at the fact that lively people always surrounded you and that thought became stronger at each smack you earned from her laughing her ass out beside you. Minji was far from nonchalant. She laughed at anything and everything whether it was that one crappy joke the History teacher made or those lame dad jokes one of your friends would yell out. Always smacked someone's shoulder while she was bursting out laughing with whatever she found funny. And if we're going straight to the point here, you fell in love with the girl.

You weren't getting at first why you felt so happy and giddy as well when she was, or why seeing her smile looking your way even if it wasn't her intention to make your heart pound like crazy but later on your friend was the one smacking the shit out of you laughing because apparently, you were dense. "Y/n, don't you get it? That's love… You're in love!!" and that was the moment everything sank in. Love. You've already heard that term a million times if not a billion times throughout your life. You've seen the movies, read the books, and been there on the sidelines when your friends fell in love with somebody and needed support. You had a few crushes back then but come to think of it, you just liked them because everybody else did, not knowing how the feelings worked. Nodding and responding with a hum every time the other girls would coo about these boys saying "He's so cool/handsome" every 5 seconds. But now thinking of Minji, it makes your heart pound and wonder why or how she makes you so happy with small things like linking your arms while walking down the hallway or sitting beside each other at classes you had with her. So this is love.

And now that it sank into you what love was, well not maybe entirely but at least you understood what it felt like to be in love, the next thing you know you were pouring it nonstop on Minji. Giving random gifts like cream puffs you bought because it reminded you of her or strawberry lattes which was her favorite drink of all time with a memo note stuck on it with short messages written like "Have a great day" or "I'll see you again later" which you could've just texted to her anyways but there was just something about taking your time to write them. The way Minji would rush at you with a smile while holding those memos thanking you every single time was definitely making you fall for her more. Her smile, her laugh, every single thing she does, you find it all cute adoring her every second, your eyes refusing to tear out from the sight of the girl. Minji's face was the one you'd instantly notice in a crowd, she was the one you'd always find for every short or long period break, and her existence was the only thing you'd look forward to at school. It came to the point where you couldn't hold on to your feelings anymore and firmly placed a letter on Minji's hand on her way home without making eye contact, doing your best to voice out words despite your flustered state. "Read it when you get home. Alone!"

A letter might've been too much, you really didn't know since everything was a first-time experience. But knowing you'd stutter in an instant if you confessed to her face to face and not being able to tell her your feelings because of it, you'd rather write it all and be thought of as cheesy or whatever than regret not being able to tell her properly. All your worries were washed away when you saw her the next morning with a beaming smile on her face, telling you straightforwardly: "I like you too"

That was exactly 4 years ago and now, you were organizing things, deciding which item goes to which box since you and Minji were moving to a different apartment soon. Even if it was hard to throw away, you had to get rid of things that you won't need for the future because securing space was a very big deal when it comes to apartments. So there you were looking through every stuff making sure you wouldn't take anything unscary with you, until you came across a small box. You don't remember seeing it before so it was probably Minji's. "Love is this yours?" Looking back at her putting some of her stuff inside boxes, Minji turned your way as she slightly lifted her black-framed glasses. "Oh yeah, that's mine…!" Half surprised, half excited, she quickly went your way and sat beside you carefully taking the box from your hands as if it was the most venerable thing. "I almost forgot about this" "What is it??" Curiously shifting your gaze from the box to Minji, she flashed a smile before slowly opening the box. Not noticing what it was at first but then, you out a loud gasp as you took a thing out of the box, examining it with a surprised expression. "You still had this!?" You say as you look at the yellow sticky pad with the memo "Have a great day" written in bad handwriting.

There were a couple more inside the box and looking at them one by one reminded you of the days back then. "You kept it…? But they're just memo pads…" "No…" Minji softly murmurs, looking down with a glimpse of affection at the memo pads you were holding. "They're more than memo pads. They're reminders of how much you cared and thought for me back then, before you gave this to me" She pulls out a familiar small brown envelope. "Oh my god, Minji!?" You excitedly squealed as that envelope was the love letter you shoved her in a rush 4 years ago. Scooting over and sitting between Minji's legs as she wrapped her arms around you getting comfortable, you re-read the whole letter with grunts and nose scrunching in cringe along the way. "God, this is so embarrassing…" Minji outs a soft laugh while she rests her chin on your shoulder, probably also re-reading your confession to her, feeling the nostalgia and rewinding all the memories at the back of her head.

Looking back at the box and what it contained inside, your eyes grow bigger every second seeing that Minji kept all the trinkets, bracelets you made her to match, receipts from when you both went out shopping all day, weird-shaped key chains you used to find cute back then, little notes you'd pass at each other during class while the teacher wasn't paying attention. "Literally everything…?" Feeling your girlfriend's embrace tighten on you and her face buried probably because she got a bit embarrassed that you found her little treasure box, you felt the overwhelming sensation of affection wash all over your chest as you smiled looking back and trying to face Minji who would look anywhere but your eyes. "Of course, I kept everything" She finally murmured with a sheepish smile. "Every single thing represents the tiny bits of love we have for each other"

Minji fixes her black-framed glasses again before looking at you full of adoration in her eyes.

"That's how I have you in my arms right now, yeah?"

creating a memory box is one of the best things

[itsgirlyki]

“Princess of the island”

the jujutsu trio and their sensei take a trip for a celebration vacation but megumi likes a little more than the scenery

🌺includes: megumi fushiguro

contains: pure fluff, fem coded reader, ooc megumi ngl

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the white haired sorcerer came to an abrupt stop after walking through milestones of trees and shrubs.

he points out to the crystal waters “here we are my cutie students. the beach of mamanuca island!” he turned to face his students and sees they already went ahead of him to explore the beautiful scenery.

“woah, this is so cool! i’ve never been on an island before.” yuuji exclaims while expanding his arms out as he fell against the warm sand. two feet slammed beside his head causing him to jerk away with a yelp.

nobara couldn’t tell seeing as she was to excited jumping in her spot. “so many views to take pictures of!” she pulls out her phone filming herself then the ocean ahead.

yuuji sat up in a hurry dusting the sand off his hair. “you almost stepped on my head!!” he huffs and pouts to the brunette.

“well your head should’ve never been in the way.” nobara shrugs not paying him any mind, keeping her focus on the device. yuuji growls and gets up out of the sand beginning to chase her. she sprints in the other direction screaming playfully, hoping not to be caught.

megumi sits quietly muttering to himself under the umbrella he set up watching the two fool around. gojo steps next to him offering a water bottle and the boy waves gojo away not wanting to be bothered by his antics. the childish man frowns and opens the water bottle letting it fall over megumi’s head drenching him.

“gojo-sensei what the heck?!” he growled shaking the water from his hair.

gojo chuckled snapping a picture of the now wet megumi “starting to act like your shikigami’s now eh? very doggish if you will.” he smirked teasing the younger male giving him a brief ruffle on the head.

megumi retracted from gojos touch almost snapping at him but kept his cool. he huffs through his nose turning around leaving away from the beach traveling elsewhere hoping to get as far as possible away from ‘the teasing gojo’.

after some time he came across a bush that was very lively which had him in confusion. he put his ear closer and could hear the slight sound of instruments playing which entranced him to come closer. inching up above the bush his view expanded bringing him to awe. beautiful color palettes of flowers and people littered the place, not to mention the aroma was mouth watering.

megumi stepped into the scene past the bushes basking in the bright sight. he sees many women approach him. he had frozen thinking he was intruding but only to receive a lei across his neck and arm. the eldest pats his cheek with a heavy grin reaching to her eyes “enjoy yourself darling!” all the ladies then giggled waving him away to find another target.

he sighed in relief then pondered around embracing the warm set up of the island wondering what kind of tradition it is. he found comfort in the place taking a seat at one of the empty stalls with wandering eyes.

a man tatted from head to foot came out from behind a tarp and saw megumi seated. “why hello there youngster, are you hoping to get a bite?” megumi tensed not knowing what to say.

“uh no thanks. i haven’t got any money on me.” the man blinks at him weirdly before laughing boisterously. megumi raises a brow with a tight lipped face.

the man halted his laughing before looking at megumi again, “oh, you were serious?” he scratches his head.

a girl suddenly came up and sat at the stall next to him entering their conversation, “i think he was definitely serious mau.”

megumi watched her from his peripheral drinking in her appearance letting a heavy blush coat his pale cheeks. she was glittered in body gems making her look glow even brighter.

“well then two bowls of saimin please mau.” she grinned.

“you got it yn.” mau nodded with a sweet smile going back past the tarp beginning on their meals.

he felt himself looking at her again only to see she was staring right back, “i see you’re not from here.” she giggles.

“uhm.. no i’m not.” he said dryly looking forward once more.

she tilted her head wondering who the mysterious boy is. she closed her eyes while leaning closer to him to catch a whiff of his scent making him flinch away and flush. “what are you doing?”

she stayed in her position still trying to sense his aroma putting a finger on her chin, “smelling you.”

after a few more seconds she leaned back opening her eyes. “you’re from kyoto, japan. and you’re not alone.”

megumi couldn’t hide the shock that was evident on his face. “how did you know all that?”

she chuckled pointing at her nose, “really good sense of smell. and you have multiple.”

he didn’t know why but he felt his chest speed up a bit at the odd girl. he coughed in his arm looking away rubbing the back of his head awkwardly. “so, what is your name?” he asked but shortly smacking himself after remember hearing the man say it.

though the girl didn’t pay mind to that, “it’s yn ln! what about you pretty boy?”

“megumi. megumi fushiguro.” he chokes back a stutter feeling the heat rush to his face.

“cute name for a cute boy.” she smiles with a wink. oh she was going to kill him with these compliments.

“foods ready to be served!” mau came out with his hands full of two saimin bowls. he placed them in front of the two as well as chopsticks.

yn claps excitedly smelling the dish. she looks at megumi and ushers him to taste. he slowly picks up the chopsticks digging into his meal. one bite after another he hums in fulfillment and gratitude.

“thank you, it taste good.” megumi bows slightly to mau then returning to his meal.

mau crosses his arms with a smirk, “oh don’t be so modest young man. you can say it’s more than good.”

yn chuckled at the man shaking her head, “don’t get too over your head mau.”

she quickly finished her food and waited for megumi to be done shortly after. they then waved off mau a quick goodbye before yn dragged megumi elsewhere. they were going further away from the liveliness and more into a calmer area that he hadn’t had yet to explore.

he looked down noticing their fingers are laced together and tried to ignore it failing miserably. yn noticed his fingers tense so she fully cups his hand bringing him closer. “why so stiff? relax a bit!” she smirked up at him causing megumi to burn brighter.

they walked past a few shrubs and hanging vines entering a beautiful garden that had just as much color as the festival. megumi was stunned at the sight letting out a little, “wow.”

yn chuckles at his reaction letting his palm go,“beautiful isn’t it? grew them myself.” if megumi’s jaw couldn’t drop anymore than he thought it would it did.

his brows risen in amazement, “all??” she nodded ushering him closer. they walked to the center of the garden seeing a beautiful hibiscus protected by glass. he noticed that it matched the one in her hair and reached out to touch it only for a vine to stop his hand.

“oh! yeah i wouldn’t do that if i were you.” she shook her head as the vines were very protective of the flower.

“they move..”

“yes! they do!”

“does the one in your hair move too?” it peaked his curiosity as things got much weirder. she flushed and nodded her head. she plucked it from by her ear and another regrew back in its spot.

“kinda, since i am the one who controls them.” she dropped a big bombshell on him like it was normal. maybe to her it was but this was new grounds for him. she saw as he was still confused and waved her hand around the garden making more flowers bloom. “see?” she hands him the flower she plucked forcing it into his hands.

she turns her back hiding the blush the arose to her cheeks, “now come along, we wouldn’t want your friends to think you’re missing.” he nods in agreement following the girl closely behind.

as they step through the shrubs together megumi trips over a branch bringing yn down with him making them smack lips together. they stayed intertwined for a good two seconds before pulling apart heavy blushes on each face.

“imsosorrywhattheheck.” megumi stammered feeling embarrassed but not regretful. he held out a hand for her to take seeing as she was still on the floor.

she gratefully took his hand which firmly pulled her up into his arms, “thanks.” she mumbled shyly flowers started to bloom around her feet and his. megumi smiles slightly tucking a hair behind her ear almost leaning in again.

“woah woah woah. back off our princess!” megumi felt a shove to his chest causing him to stumble back away from the girl.

“princess?” megumi asks in confusion. but no one has spoke up still leaving him in the dark.

“hey! don’t push him like that pali!” she frowned stepping in front of megumi. “he’s my friend.” she said crossing her arms.

“didn’t look very friendly.” pali smirked down at her. he glances at megumi curiously. “who are you anyway? not too often we get visitors.”

megumi squints and huffs, “i’m fushiguro.”

“well fushigurgur, i need to collect our princess so she can finish our ritual.” pali grabbed yn’s arm preparing to leave.

“ritual??” megumi rose a brow. yn glowered quickly denying.

“he’s being an idiot, it’s just a firework show at every ceremony. you’re free to watch.”

“well come on less chatting or we’ll miss it.” pali unhanded yn walking ahead letting her fall beside megumi so they could walk together.

“so yn?” megumi pondered.

“hm? something on your mind?” she questioned.

“yeah actually. why’d he call you princess?” yn giggled at the question feeling the answer was obvious enough.

“well silly, that’s because i’m the princess of this island.” the sound of a penny could be heard dropping. megumi was bewildered stopping in his place bowing at the girl.

“get up! none of that is necessary.” she blushed softly grabbing his shoulders lifting him up.

“now come along we have some fireworks to see.” her hand pulled his into the crowd as she settled him down in the sand. “i have to go on the stage but you can watch me from here pretty boy.” she winked at him with a thumbs up.

she stepped on stage with presumably the king and queen of the island waving. they lit the fire works letting them set off into the night sky doing beautiful patterns with many colors. but the only thing megumi could look at was yn. she was the prettiest thing of the night and he couldn’t take his eyes off her. she felt the burn of his eyes on her and turned to look at him with a smile and wave.

“megumi! megumi! megumi!” the said boy had woken up to yn pushing him out of his bed. he groaned rubbing the back of his head.

“you’ve been sleeping since 3pm! gojo told me to come check up on your before we went to our next mission… but you’re not even ready.” she shakes her head with a facepalm.

“oh.” he blinks up at her from the floor looking around.

yn scrunched her face with a questioning look, “oh? did you hit your head or something?”

“nevermind. get out so i can change.” he told the girl blankly.

“well okay meanie! i’ll be waiting for you outside.. by the way your hair looks a mess.” she chuckled walking outside closing the door behind her.

megumi got up off the floor stretching before rubbing his face, “way to ruin a good dream.”

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( this is based off a real abandoned island with hawaiian traditions )

[infinizero]

Ok so

There is this trope about ghosts not reaching maturity until they've been ghosts for several centuries

There is ALSO the trope that ghosts fight as a sort of way to communicate

With the power of these two tropes combined-- I give you this strange headcanon:

Ghosts become mature adult ghosts after 500 years.

Danny and his usual troublemakers are all in the same "daycare".

He's just the youngest + most unique ghost so they like playing around with him the most. In other words, it's the ghost version of older siblings ordering their younger siblings around

As far as ghosts go,

There are blobs, ghost animals, shades (those are ghosts as we know it) and ghosts (aka Infinite Realms Beings) etc etc

The blobs and etc are, well, blobs and etc

But ghosts need a while to fully grow up and be considered adult

And so, if these ghosts are children, they need guardians or caretakers at the daycare right?

Correct

Baby ghosts are under the care of the nearest authority (Ancient or Leader or etc etc)

Except baby ghosts usually stay near where they were born and Danny and Co just so happen to be near Pariah Dark

Pariah Dark is asleep

But Fright Knight is there!

Except Fright Knight is also sealed

And it's one thing to wake up the ultra powerful megalomaniac tyrant kinda parent figure but not really you're supposed to have and another to drag your oldest adult sibling out of their room to touch grass

In other words, the surrounding authorities just went eh the babies can contact fright Knight if anything happens

But then Danny defeats Pariah and inherits his authority

So he technically becomes the caretaker of baby ghosts in the area while being the youngest baby ghost himself

Hence the other ancients visiting and *playing* with him to see if it's ok to leave the babies with this other baby

And since they're ghosts who don't have human guidelines or morals, decide that since he's that strong it should be fine to leave it alone

Besides he has Fright Knight! Good 'ol Frighty will definitely help out this new baby kid ghost with doing everything!

Meanwhile, Fright Knight waiting for Danny to come claim the crown and ring: ...

Cue Danny's rogues coming up to him to show him shit they accomplished

Youngblood : Phantom look at this cool baking soda volcano that spews out real lava!!

Danny: It does WHAT

Youngblood: Look!

Danny: NO

Ember: Hey Babybop wanna listen to the new song I wrote? It compels humans to start cults based on my name!

Danny: Ember, no

Ember: I think you mean Ember YES

Skulker: Ghost boy I have skinned an alien and brought you a pelt turned into a coat

Danny: ...you did WHAt

Skulker: It is nearing winter time and one must always be ready for winter time

Danny, having an existential meltdown after seeing his parents and Vlad get it on together: Desiree what the actual fuck??? Did you do????

Desiree: I merely fulfilled a wish

Johnny: Hey Phantom look we got matching tattoos to celebrate our anniversary!

Kitty: Wait what did you just say?

Johnny: uh, we got tattoos for our anniversary?

Kitty: ...our anniversary is in TWO MONTHS. THAT was for my DEATHDAY.

Johnny: ...oh shit

Danny, about to soup them both: Man, get good

Lunch Lady: Phantom have you eaten your proteins today?!

Danny: uh... Yeah?

Lunch Lady, already throwing meat at him: EAT MORE

Danny:

Box ghost: WITNESS! THE GREAT BOX MECHA!

Danny: oh come on seriously

And on the other hand,

Walker, dumping ten piles of paper in Danny's room: Phantom, here are the latest forms that need revisions

Spectra: What do you MEAN you're not allowing me to open a beauty salon in order to dig into other girls' insecurities and maintain my own beauty?! That's why it's called a beauty salon!!

Cujo and Wulf who are both the best boys and favorites, with smug faces:

Fright Knight still waiting for Danny to accept the ring and crown:

Plasmius: What the heck is this weird feeling my ghost side keeps making me feel??

Plasmius: is it... Is there perhaps a ghostly way I can adopt the little badger??

[k8luvsu]

“i’m insecure of my laugh”

ft. Tsukishima Kei

f!reader x Tsukishima Kei

angst to fluff

author’s note: thought of this during class, yay!! anyway, i hope u enjoy, stay safe, xoxo ‼️🫶

It was another school day, just talking to your friends, when someone made you laugh— another classmate of yours scoffed and commented, “What kind of laugh is that?” , the others just laughed, telling the person to shut up and mind their own business, but you minded it. Your sound of laughter soon died down, now forced chuckles and smiles here and there. That really affected you, ruining your entire day, heck, maybe your entire week.

Days passed, you were nonchalant and dry. You still showed smiles but the laughs felt like a rare sound to hear now.

After classes, you went to one of the quiet parts of the school. You just needed.. time. Were they joking? Were they being serious? But in the end, it was stuck in your head the past few days, you were zoning out, just.. sitting there. Until you felt someone beside you, humming quietly. You slowly turned your head to see that it was none other but Tsukishima Kei.

“Jeez, Kei! At least say something when you’re here— wait, first of all, how did you know I was here?! Are you a stalker?!” You squealed in surprise, almost jumping from where you sat.

“One, I just had to grab the chance to spook you. Second, isn’t it obvious by now? You go here when you need to cool off or whatever. And lastly, no, can’t a guy know his girlfriend too well?..” He replied in a nonchalant way, but somehow there’s a hint of humor in there, like another one of your daily banters.

“Well… okay, yeah. Why are you here?” You frowned and glared at him, slightly chewing on your lip in nervousness.

“…To check on you…” He whispered quietly, “What?” You furrowed your eyebrows, “I came to check on you…” He mumbled, “What???”, you raised one of your eyebrows, “I came to check on you, dummy!” He finally said in a voice you can actually hear him.

“..O-oh. Oh.” You finally realized, you made a small smile, giggled a bit, almost laughed, but kept it in.

“Why?” He scoffed without looking at you, just looking in front of him to avoid eye contact, you replied, “Huh? What do you mean ‘Why?’, Kei?” You said in a confused tone.

“Why did you let that idiot’s words get to your head? About your laugh?” He grumbled. “Well.. I mean, it is weird, now that I realize, I don’t get why I laugh like—“ You explained before you get cut off by him, “Like an angel? Yeah, I don’t get it too, your laugh is so mesmerizing, it drives me insane.” He confessed with a blush, then you blushed as well. “P-Pardon? No, I think you misunderstood me—“, you quickly replied, “Yeah, yeah, I get it, your laugh’s like that. So what? It brightens up the whole room— brightens up my day. Everyone’s got a different laugh. Your laugh’s my favorite. My medicine.”

“I-I mean- well..” You look down, fiddling with your fingers as you bit and chew on your lower lip, “Look, I know I don’t say these a lot, but please, don’t let the words of pathetic people go to your head, they want to do nothing but make you insecure of yourself. Your laughs and smiles are so.. I don’t know, its like heavenly sounds ringing in my ears. You know? You’re divine. I love you.” He mumbles shyly, his cheeks heating up.

“Pfft-“ You giggle, stifling a laugh, then you laugh out loud, showing obvious comfort in his presence. “No way, did the Tsukishima Kei say that?!”, you laugh.

“There she is,”, he smiles, staring into your eyes as he basks in the divine beauty before his eyes.

the end </3!

[elbdot]

Besides Latias being your favorite legendary Pokémon, what would be your SECOND favorite legendary?

Heck, what's your top FIVE favorite legendary Pokémon?

Aww man. There's WAY too many at this point, even top five is hard to pick. ALRIGHT I'll try...

Latias

Ultra Necrozma

Tapu Koko

Yveltal

Koraidon

...that's a lot of red Legendaries.

Latias I don't need to further explain, but probably Ultra Necrozma. The reason why he's THAT high up my list is because Ultra Necrozma IS A G O D. Like LEGIT, this dragon made out of PURE LIGHT is the absolute PINACLE of a Legendary to me. My other picks may be more personal than him, but in terms of what makes a Legendary a LEGENDARY Pokemon to me, THIS would be it. Heck, I'd put him above ARCEUS, make those two FIGHT FOR THE TITLE OF ULTIMATE POKE-GOD oh wait they already did

Otherwise Tapu Koko would've easily made it on second place. He's my next pick for a multitude of reasons. I think Tapu Koko absolutely BEAMS with personality. I love the Tapus all very much, but Koko is definitely my favorite. And I appreciate these Legendaries in particular because of their cultural significance for Alola. I think Alola may be the only region where Legendary deitys are not only KNOWN to exist, but play an ACTIVE role in their lives, interacting with the locals, protecting the islands, choosing ambassadors in form of the Kahunas and getting honored by the people of Alola. They're just. INCREDIBLY COMPLEX AND FLESHED OUT AND I LOVE THEM

Yveltal is my only pure nostalgia-pick I have to admit. Aside from me LOVING BIRDS and Yveltal being a KILLER BACON BIRD he was also the very first Legendary I ever caught by playing Pokemon Y. I may not hold much nostalgia for that game otherwise, but Yveltal definitely holds a special place in my heart.

Koraidon I just think is funny as heck. He looks SO STUPID when he's running. He's a cute goofy lizard throughout the game until he reaches his full energized form in the end and when he takes that stand he's just an ABSOLUTE badass and I LOVE that. While there's many other legendaries I could give the fifth place to, I wanted to give my appreciation for modern legendaries, because I do like the trend of some of them being included more in a personal quest. Getting to bond with them throughout your journey makes them feel much more special than others.

goofy ass lizard

HONORABLE MENTIONS: I have to give a shout-out to Rayquaaza, Kyogre, Dialga and death-noodle Giratina for being my old favorites. Xerneas is also pretty cool, I do appreciate magic fairy deer. I still think Mega Rayquaaza is THE ultimate dragon because I'm basic like that. I see badass Lung-like dragon I go WAOWEEEEE

Lugia used to be my absolute favorite as a kid but I HATE the way they've been anmating him as a 3D Model, he looks as goofy and unmajestic as one can get, what have they DONE to my boy... Meanwhile Ho-oh is doing SPLENDID in 3D, it's not fair 😞 Also shout-out to Ho-oh for having the prettiest shiny of all the Legendaries. And Galarian Zapdos is a huge improvement from the original one, that one also goes into honorable mentions.

Thank you for coming to my TED-Talk.

[emjayewrites]

days in douala • aurélien tchouameni (fouled by fate one shot)

SYNOPSIS: Aurélien Tchouaméni, one of football's rising stars, is used to navigating the pressures of the pitch-but nothing could prepare him for an arranged marriage. With his family's legacy and cultural traditions at stake, Aurélien reluctantly agrees to marry a woman he barely knows. But as they're thrust into the public eye, sparks fly in unexpected ways. The two must navigate the complexities of love, duty, and fame, all while figuring out if they're playing on the same team-or if their hearts are destined for different paths.

PAIRINGS: Aurélien Tchouaméni x Zuri Awanto Nchang (faceclaim Samira Ahmed @/iamsamiira)

WARNINGS: cursing, football b.s., dry humor/wit, slight arguing, angst, smut (18+/minors dni)

TAGLIST: @rougereds @f1-football-fiend @lettersofgold @hopefulromantic1 @deonn-jaelle @perfecttrashface @2serenity0 @muglermami @sucredreamer @julescpu @greyishbach @certifiedlesbianbaddie @trinitoldyouso @bbgkoo @pepfectionary @peyiswriting @rosiesdior @yeea-nah @kj77 @imjustheretomanifest @judesvirtual @whoevenisthiz @mufasathatniggatho @alika-4466 @127hydrangeas @sailurmewn @cocobutterqwueen @irishmanwhore

A/N: Y’all didn’t think I didn’t have nothing for Aurélien and ZuZu did you?

The afternoon air was thick with humidity as Zuri and Aurélien stepped out of the airport in Douala, their driver already waiting with a sign reading "M. Tchouaméni." Even though they'd both been to Cameroon several times before, something about being here always felt like coming back to something deeper than just a place – the mix of tropical flowers, street food, and diesel bringing back memories of previous visits.

"Bonjour, Monsieur Tchouaméni," the driver greeted in French, bowing slightly before turning to Zuri with a respectful nod. "Mademoiselle." He efficiently loaded their Louis Vuitton luggage into the black Mercedes, and soon they were weaving through the bustling streets of Douala, headed toward K Hotel.

Aurélien's hand found Zuri's as they drove, comfortable in the silence that came from knowing each other so well now. "Way different from Megève, non?" he teased, referring to their Christmas spent in the snowy French Alps with Jules and Senait. "Watching Jules try to teach Senait to ski was the highlight of my year."

"Just a bit," Zuri laughed, watching the city pass by. "I still can't believe you managed to convince Carlo to let you ski with that healing foot."

"Ah, ma belle, what Carlo doesn't know won't hurt him," he chuckled. "Besides, I was careful."

The K Hotel was impressive, all modern elegance with subtle traditional influences. The camera crew for Aurélien's foundation was already set up in the lobby, getting B-roll of the space before tomorrow's big event at the orphanage. The foundation's logo – Prosperi by AT – was displayed prominently, and Zuri could see the excitement in Aurélien's eyes. This project had been his baby for months.

Anne-Maïsha spotted them first, switching effortlessly between French and Bamum as she rushed over. Her energy matched her brother's, even if she'd never admit it. Behind her, Yannis approached with that teenage cool that dissolved the moment he reached them.

"Yo!" He dapped up Aurélien before pulling him into a quick hug. "Flight good?"

"Not too bad, a bit bumpy," Aurélien responded. "Everything good with you?"

"Aunties annoying the heck out of me about getting a girlfriend," Yannis said with the most dramatic eye roll Zuri has ever seen — no, actually that was definitely a look Aurélien gave her as well.

Tchouaméni genes and expressions are really gene-ing and expression-ing.

Then Yannis turned to Zuri, his whole face lighting up. "Sis!" he shouted proudly, wrapping his arms around her.

The hug was warm, genuine but quick, and Zuri felt that familiar flutter in her chest – still getting used to having younger siblings, even if by marriage. The way his family had just... accepted her, embraced her, particularly his father's quiet support...

The thought of fathers sent her mind spinning toward darker places, memories of control and chaos threatening to surface. But then Aurélien's hand was there on her lower back, anchoring her to the present.

"You alright, ZuZu?" he asked softly.

"Yes," she nodded, glancing up at him, and his lips found her cheek in a gentle kiss.

"Ew! In front of me though?" came Yannis’ voice but he was immediately met with a playful swat on the arm by Anne-Maïsha. "Ow! Ani!!"

"Stop being a weirdo," chided Anne then she shot both Zuri and Aurélien a wide smile. "They’re in love."

Yannis opened his mouth to retort but Aurélien interjected with: "Let’s head inside before Maman gets too impatient."

And all four of them made their way to the restaurant because God forbid if you let an African mother wait one more unnecessary minute.

The hotel's restaurant was alive with activity when a striking woman approached them first – tall and elegant like Aurélien's mother but with a modern edge, her traditional dress perfectly tailored and paired with designer heels. Her complexion was a shade darker than Aurélien's, and she wore her hair in elaborate braids wrapped in an updo.

"Sabine!" Aurélien's face lit up. "Finally you two can meet. Zuri, this is my cousin Sabine – Maman's sister's eldest." Then he switched to French: "Sabine, voici ma fiancée Zuri."

His eyes shifted back onto her as he said that particular word — fiancée. He looked so proud and full of adoration that it caused her to swoon.

"Zuri!" Sabine enveloped her in a warm embrace before pulling back with an apologetic smile. "Je suis désolée je n’ai pas pu me rendre à la fête de fiançailles." (I'm sorry I couldn't make it to the engagement party.)

"C'est bon," Zuri managed in her limited French, making Sabine beam.

Aurélien translated as Sabine excitedly shared details about her upcoming wedding, his hand resting comfortably around Zuri's waist. His parents, Fernand and Josette, were hosting tonight's dinner, and Zuri could already see Josette directing hotel staff about the table arrangements.

"My pretty girl!" Josette eventually called out, coming over to kiss Zuri's cheeks. Her affection was always obvious, warm and open in a way that still surprised Zuri sometimes. Fernand was more reserved but no less welcoming, greeting Zuri with a gentle "Bonjour, daughter" that made her heart squeeze.

"Mon fils!" Josette then pulled Aurélien into a tight hug while Fernand clasped his son's shoulder with obvious pride. The family settled around the large table, and Zuri watched as hotel staff circulated with warm bowls of water and hand towels – a familiar ritual that made her smile.

Zuri didn't hesitate when the food arrived, her hands expertly tearing off a piece of hot fufu and dipping it into the spicy njama njama soup. The familiar taste of home had her closing her eyes in appreciation.

"I miss this food so much," she sighed, making everyone laugh. "Madrid's great but nothing hits like this."

"See?" Josette directed at Aurélien. "This one knows good food. Not like your fancy nutritionists."

The conversation flowed easily between French and English, Anne-Maïsha filling in gaps when needed. Zuri was in the middle of reaching for more soup when Josette asked, "Will you visit your family while you're here?"

"Yes," Zuri nodded, wiping her hands. "Going to see Mamie Adzoa tomorrow after the foundation event. She's still in the village about two hours from here."

"I love your grandmother," Josette said. "We should all come; I would love to see her again."

"Oh, you don’t have to–"

"Nonsense, she’s family!" added Fernand, "and some village life will do us good."

Zuri loved her grandmother, that much was certain, yet Mamie can be…well Mamie sometimes and the woman had no filter. The woman that Aurélien’s parents had met at the engagement ceremony was a much more toned down version of her grandmother. And now they will be on her home turf — literally and figuratively — and she could only imagine what her grandmother had in store for them.

Maybe she’ll try to give me a fertility potion.

Zuri let out a shudder, reminiscing about how her grandmother droned on and on during one of their weekly phone calls about how handsome and viril Aurélien was and how it would "be sacrilegious to not have babies with him". The two of them were lucky that she wasn’t pregnant right now with the way they were fucking like rabbits – and most of it unprotected no less.

"Uh…you sure? I mean we could always–"

At that moment, she felt a hand — Aurélien’s hand to be precise — squeeze her thigh underneath the table, as if silently pleading for her to cut all attempts of convincing his parents to not come along. And he was absolutely right; nothing could come between African parents once their minds were made up. It would take an act of God to make them change their decision. Leave it to African parents to always be as stubborn as mules.

So she did what will be most beneficial in this case. Zuri gave them a wide, toothy grin and said: "It’s going to be a nice surprise for Mamie. She’ll love it."

"We carpool over to her house then," Fernand said with a matching smile as he grabbed the platter of fufu. "We could sleep over too. Mamie told me about her cooking and I have to try it."

Oh fuck. Now we’re spending the night?

Zuri glanced at Aurélien for help – anything to cease this conversation altogether! What the ever-loving heck is his father talking about, like didn’t they know that Mamie will have them out working the fields? Not to mention all the crazy chores she had Zuri do whenever she visited because according to her grandmother’s unspoken philosophy, guests equals free labor.

Aurélien cleared his throat. "Papa, you really going to stay out on a farm?"

His father nodded thoughtfully as he took a sip of his water. "I’m from a village not too far from Mamie; it’s good to go back to your roots from time to time, Djani."

Zuri couldn’t ignore the hint of skepticism in Aurélien’s sigh or the way Fernand uttered her fiancé’s middle name; it was a tad defensive. From what Aurélien and Josette told her, his father really enjoyed the amenities living in the city awarded him, so going back to the village where there wasn’t any WiFi or central air conditioning was going to be quite a challenge.

Aurélien held up his hands in mock surrender, letting out a chuckle in good nature. "Alright, Papa, so when you see a snake and scream bloody murder, it still be good, right?"

Oh, he went there, I see.

Zuri ducked her head in her napkin to try to stifle the laugh that threaten to come up, but it was useless when she heard the sound of Yannis’ booming laugh followed by Anne-Maïsha’s giggles.

"He has a point there, Fernand," Aurélien’s Uncle Izzy said as he chuckled as well.

It was no secret that Fernand had a fear of snakes and the villages were crawling with them, even some venomous ones, but again…African parents….

His father’s smile was calculated, direct to the point and he interlaced his fingers together, a telltale sign that Aurélien had irrefutably lost this debate. "Thank you for your concern, my son, but we’re still going to spend time at Zuri’s grandmother’s farm. You children can learn a lot from a good day of purposeful hard work."

Check meets mate.

His words weren’t as harsh as Zuri thought it would be nor his body language giving out any hint of obvious disapproval. If anything, it was direct yet held a semblance of respect, as if he and Aurélien had these little moments of conflicting power dynamics often. Given the fact that Aurélien was just as bullheaded as his father — Zuri noted that they definitely had their fair share of bouts.

A flicker of something she couldn’t quite decipher passed on Aurélien’s face. Anger, annoyance — she wasn’t sure but it disappeared as quickly as it came. He nodded curtly at his father, eyes squinting slightly. "We’ll see," was all Aurélien said before continuing on with his meal and the conversations went on around the table as if nothing happened.

Zuri was surprised at how everything ended so quickly. No yelling? No threatening to kick someone out the home or not pay for their schooling? Just two grown men having a disagreement and settling it amicably?

So this is what normal family dysfunction looks like?

She knew that she grew up in a toxic household and still angry that it took getting in an arranged marriage and her father doing despicable shit to finally cut him out of her life, but she found herself unable to fully shake things off. When it came to situations like this, her father would’ve flip a table or something if Malik stood his ground. But nope, Aurélien and Fernand just butt heads then go on about their day, which brings her to see them now laughing over something Aurélien was showing him on his phone.

Yeah, this was definitely something she needed to get used to.

_____________________________________

The atmosphere in their hotel room was warm, a soft hum of the air conditioning blending with the faint sounds of the Douala nightlife outside. Zuri sat on Aurélien’s lap, her legs curled around his waist while his lips moved languidly against the sensitive curve of her breast. His tongue flicked over her pierced nipple, a teasing motion that made her shiver despite the heat of the room. His large hands splayed over her hips, holding her steady, grounding her.

But her mind wasn’t there.

She stared past him, her focus drifting somewhere far from the tender, intimate moment they were sharing.

Aurélien noticed. He always noticed.

He paused, his lips brushing her skin before he looked up at her, his brow furrowed. "ZuZu," he said softly, cupping her chin and gently tilting her face toward him. His dark eyes searched hers. "What’s wrong?"

Zuri blinked, her heart suddenly racing for an entirely different reason. She hated how vulnerable she felt when these thoughts crept in, hated how they stole the joy of moments like this. "Do you…" she hesitated, her voice quieter than usual. "Do you think I’m broken?"

Aurélien’s expression shifted, concern deepening as he studied her. "Where is this coming from?" he asked, his voice steady but gentle. "Zuri, no. You’re not broken. Not even close."

She exhaled, her eyes darting away as she tried to put her thoughts into words. "Sometimes… certain things just… trigger me. And I hate it."

His grip on her tightened slightly, his thumb stroking her jaw in a soothing rhythm. "Was it because of me and my dad at dinner?"

She nodded slowly, her voice almost a whisper. "Yeah… just the tension, the way you two went back and forth. It reminded me of Malik and my dad. They fought at least twice in front of me when we were younger. It always escalated into something awful."

Aurélien let out a soft sigh, shaking his head. "ZuZu, what you saw tonight was nothing like that. Trust me. Half the time, it’s just one of our dick-measuring contests, and it doesn’t mean anything serious." He tilted her chin a little higher, making sure she was looking at him. "I’m sorry it reminded you of all that. I’ll never put you in a situation like that again if it’s triggering for you. You have my word."

Her lips curved in a small, grateful smile. "Thank you," she said softly, her fingers brushing against his jaw. "You and your dad… have you ever fought like that before? Like an actual fight?"

Aurélien’s response came without hesitation, his voice firm with a hint of bass. "Never." Zuri blinked at the certainty in his tone, and he continued. "My dad might not always like my choices, but he respects them. There’s no need for us to fight like that. I’m sorry that’s what you had to grow up with."

She leaned her forehead against his, exhaling deeply. "I’m still angry, you know? Angry it took an arranged marriage and everything my father did for me to finally cut him off. And even though I did, I can’t fully shake it off. It’s like a part of me is still stuck in that toxic household."

Aurélien’s hands glided down to her hips, kneading the soft flesh there as he listened. "It’s not something you just shake off overnight, mon cœur. Healing takes time, but you’re doing it. You’re stronger than you give yourself credit for."

Zuri tilted her head back slightly to look at him, her lips curving into a faint smile. "You always know what to say."

"Of course I do," he replied with a cocky grin, his hands squeezing her hips playfully. "I’m Aurélien Tchouaméni. That’s part of my job description."

Her laugh was soft, and when his hands started to drift higher, tracing the curve of her waist, her smile widened. "You’re getting flirty again," she said, her voice teasing.

"Can you blame me?" he murmured, his lips brushing the side of her neck. "You’re sitting here looking like this, driving me crazy. I can’t help it."

Her fingers trailed up the back of his neck, tangling in his dreads. "Maybe I like it when you get a little crazy," she whispered.

Aurélien pulled back slightly, his eyes gleaming with mischief as he looked her over. "Oh, ZuZu," he said, his voice low and full of promise. "You haven’t seen me crazy yet."

She grinned, her earlier worries momentarily pushed aside as she leaned into him. "Show me, then."

The late December sun hung warm in the Cameroonian sky, tempered by a soft breeze that carried the scent of fresh earth and distant fires. Though it was a few days after Christmas, the festive spirit remained strong, the red-dirt paths of the village alive with color and sound as Aurélien and Zuri arrived at the orphanage.

The kids were already gathered, a sea of bright smiles and eager eyes. Their voices rose in song, a chorus of joy and gratitude that filled the air. Some danced, their bare feet kicking up small clouds of dust, while others clapped their hands rhythmically. Zuri couldn’t stop smiling as they walked up the path, Aurélien beside her, high-fiving the children who reached out for them.

The night before lingered faintly in her mind—her body still deliciously sore from the way Aurélien had, as usual, worn her out. She’d laughed at how insatiable he was, how he always made sure to whisper in her ear how beautiful she is before pulling her close and letting his inner freak come alive. And once again, she’d told herself that leaving things solely up to her birth control wasn’t the safest bet anymore. The way he looked at her, the way he finished inside her, made it clear he didn’t mind the idea of planting a seed, and that thought alone was enough to make her breath hitch.

But here, in the light of day, all those intimate memories seemed a lifetime away as the energy of the children swept over them.

They reached a large tent where the elders and chiefs waited in full Bamileke regalia, their outfits a beautiful display of tradition and pride. Anne-Maïsha, Aurélien’s younger sister, stood nearby, ready to translate for Zuri as the chiefs began to speak.

The eldest chief rose first, his voice deep and steady as he addressed the gathering in French. "Aurélien Tchouaméni, we are grateful for the gift you have brought to our children. Your generosity will echo through their lives for years to come."

Anne-Maïsha leaned toward Zuri and translated quietly, her words laced with pride. Zuri nodded, feeling a rush of warmth as she glanced at Aurélien.

Josette was next, her presence commanding the attention of everyone under the tent. She spoke with passion and pride, her hands occasionally gesturing toward Aurélien and Zuri. "This playground and soccer pitch are more than gifts; they are symbols of hope," she said. "And we are so proud of what Aurélien has done, not only for these children but for our community."

When Aurélien stood, the applause was thunderous. He was dressed simply, in a crisp white shirt and matching shorts, but his presence was magnetic. He began in French, his voice steady and warm.

"This project means the world to me," he said, looking around at the children and elders. "I wanted to give back to a place that has given me so much of my foundation. And I couldn’t have done this without my family’s support—and especially without Zuri, mon cœur." He glanced at her, his gaze filled with affection. "She not only helped me plan every detail but also made sure each of these children feels seen and cared for. Thank you, ZuZu, for your heart."

Zuri felt her cheeks warm as everyone applauded, and she smiled back at him, mouthing a quiet, "Love you."

With a ceremonial ribbon in place, Aurélien took the oversized scissors handed to him by one of the chiefs. Zuri joined him, her hand resting lightly on his as they cut the ribbon together, officially opening the playground and soccer pitch.

The children erupted in cheers, running to the new swings, slides, and freshly painted goals. But before they got too distracted, Zuri and Aurélien handed out the personalized presents she’d collected before their trip. Each child’s name was written on the wrapping, and Zuri made sure each gift was tailored to their age and needs. The joy on their faces as they unwrapped their presents made every late night of planning and shopping worth it.

Once the gifts were handed out, the soccer game began. Aurélien, Yannis, and Zuri joined the kids on the new pitch, laughter ringing out as they kicked the ball around. Zuri wasn’t the best player, but her enthusiasm more than made up for her lack of skill. Aurélien, of course, was in his element, deftly dribbling past the kids and playfully teasing them when they tried to take the ball from him.

As the sun dipped lower in the sky, casting a golden glow over the village, Zuri stood on the pitch, hands on her hips, watching Aurélien crouch to tie a little boy’s shoe. This was the man she was engaged to—a man who gave so much of himself to others, who worked tirelessly to make the world better.

Her heart swelled as she jogged over to him, nudging him with her shoulder. "Hey," she said softly.

He looked up, his smile as radiant as ever. "Hey."

"Thank you," she said, her voice quiet but full of meaning.

"For what?"

"For being you," she replied, slipping her hand into his.

Aurélien squeezed her fingers, his eyes softening as he looked at her. "Always."

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The drive to Bafoussam took them through winding roads lined with cocoa trees, the sun filtering through the leaves. After the emotional day at the orphanage – watching Aurélien officially open the new playground and soccer pitch, seeing those kids' faces light up – this visit felt like a different kind of homecoming.

Mamie Adzoa's new house stood proud against the backdrop of her cocoa farm, the semi-modern structure a stark contrast to her old home. Part of the bride price negotiations, though Zuri still had complicated feelings about that whole tradition. But seeing her grandmother employ half the village to help with the harvest, watching her turn the farm into something that supported the whole community... that part she could get behind.

"Ma petite!" Mamie Adzoa's voice carried across the front yard, and then Zuri was enveloped in the familiar scent of cocoa and her grandmother's favorite perfume.

Watching Aurélien greet her grandmother with such easy respect, showing her pictures from the orphanage opening on his phone while Fernand added commentary, Zuri felt that familiar twist in her chest.

"Let me look at you properly," Mamie Adzoa said, her hands coming to rest on Zuri's hips. She made a spinning motion with her finger until Zuri complied, turning slowly while shooting apologetic looks at Aurélien's family. Her grandmother had always been a character, but this was next level.

"Ah!" Mamie's hands settled back on Zuri's hips, her eyes bright with that look that meant trouble. "You know, I had a dream last night." She launched into the old Cameroonian myth about pregnancy prophecies, and Zuri felt her eyes go wide.

"I'm not— Grandmére, I'm not pregnant," Zuri stuttered, warmth rushing to her face.

Mamie just gave her that knowing look, the one that said 'sure, child' before pinching her cheeks affectionately. Then, without missing a beat, she turned to Aurélien. "And you! So handsome, I can’t take it. The babies will sure be beautiful, yes?"

Zuri and Aurélien stood there speechless while Anne-Maïsha and Yannis practically ran after Mamie as she headed toward the house, promising traditional treats inside.

"She's not—" Aurélien started telling his parents, "Zuri's not pregnant."

"Okay..." Josette shrugged, totally unbothered. "You're engaged anyway."

Fernand just chuckled, shaking his head at Mamie's antics as they followed up the steps.

"I'm going to die of embarrassment," Zuri muttered.

"Same," Aurélien agreed, taking her hand as they headed inside.

The house was quintessential Bafoussam architecture – high ceilings with exposed wooden beams, intricate woodwork around the doorways that Zuri knew local artisans had carved by hand. But Mamie had added her own touches: modern appliances in the kitchen, plush furniture in the sitting room. Fans spun lazily overhead in every room since central air wasn't a thing, but somehow the house stayed cool despite the afternoon heat.

Mamie Adzoa set out a spread of puff-puff that had Yannis and Anne-Maïsha diving in before she could even finish arranging them. She settled into her favorite chair, a carved wooden masterpiece that might as well have been a throne, and immediately started in on football talk.

"This Carlo of yours," she tsked, waving a hand at Aurélien. "What does he know about defense? You're a midfielder! Though," she paused, considering, "you are doing well. Even if these Twitter people don't understand good defending."

Zuri watched her grandmother hold court, switching topics faster than Anne-Maïsha could eat. By the time they moved to the dining room table, Mamie was on a roll, her opinions flowing as freely as the palm wine.

"And these girls?" Mamie raised an eyebrow at Aurélien. "Always in your messages, Zuri tells me. Good thing you have sense in your head, unlike that Benzema boy—"

"Grandmére!" Zuri felt her cheeks heat up. "Oh my goodness."

But Josette was laughing openly while Fernand tried to hide his smile behind his glass. Even Aurélien looked more amused than embarrassed.

Watching her grandmother, Zuri had to smile. At seventy-eight, Mamie Adzoa had earned every bit of her unfiltered wisdom. Five children raised, more grandchildren than anyone could keep track of, and now a great-grandchild too – not to mention surviving everything life had thrown at her. If anyone had earned the right to say whatever came to mind, it was her.

Even if she was a completely kooky old hoot who apparently had pregnancy-predicting dreams now.

"Now about sleeping arrangements," Mamie announced after their light dinner of ndolé and plantains. "Anne-Maïsha, Yannis – you'll take the back room with the bunk beds. Fernand, Josette, you have the guest room down the hall." She paused, a mischievous glint in her eye. "And you two..."

Zuri already knew where this was going.

"The shack in the yard is all set up. For privacy, you know." Mamie winked, actually winked, before swatting Zuri's behind with a pillow as she headed to the linen closet. "Need to get started on my second great-grandchild, after all."

"Grandmére!" Zuri loved this woman, respected her immensely, but good lord. They weren't even married yet and here she was planning their family tree.

"Early morning tomorrow!" Mamie called out as they gathered their things. "The cocoa needs tending!"

Zuri shot Aurélien her best 'I told you this was going to be happen' look as they stepped out into the night air. The Cameroonian countryside was alive with sound – crickets chirping their evening symphony, distant music from the village, and somewhere, a rooster that clearly didn't understand the concept of time.

The stars spread out above them like diamonds scattered on black velvet, no city lights to dim their brilliance. Aurélien grabbed their overnight bags from the car, shaking his head.

"Damn, your grandmother..." he started.

"I know."

"She's really committed to this grandbaby thing."

The shack turned out to be more of a cozy guest house – clearly used for farm workers who needed a place to stay, but comfortable. A big bed dominated the main space, with a small sitting area and an adjoining bathroom that was simple but clean. Overhead fans spun lazily, and a couple of electric ones were positioned strategically around the room.

"Could be worse," Aurélien said, setting their bags down.

"Much worse," Zuri agreed, then grinned.

Zuri flopped onto the bed while Aurélien checked out the bathroom. "At least there's hot water," he called out. "And look – she gave us towels with our initials."

"Of course she did." Zuri stared up at the ceiling fan's hypnotic movement. "She's probably had this planned since we got engaged."

Aurélien reemerged and settled beside her on the bed. The night sounds filtered through the screened windows – more crickets joining the chorus, something that might have been an owl.

"I like how she just... says what she thinks," he said, pulling her close. "

"Oh, you like it now? Wait until breakfast when she starts planning our future kids' names."

His laugh rumbled through his chest. "Better than your cousin asking how many times we fuck."

"Oh god, don't remind me." Zuri turned to face him, propping herself up on an elbow. "Though I have to admit, this is kind of nice. Even with Mamie's obvious meddling."

"The meddling worked once. It helped got us together," he teased. "Maybe she's on to something."

Zuri narrowed her eyes. "Are you for real right now? You’re actually agreeing with my grandma’s antics about a baby?"

Aurélien kissed his teeth, the sound playful and exaggerated. "Non, bébé, I’m just trying to get this nut," he said with a waggle of his eyebrows that made Zuri burst into laughter despite herself.

"You’re ridiculous," she said, shoving him lightly on the chest, her palm meeting firm muscle.

"And you’re sweaty," he said, leaning in, his lips dangerously close to hers. "But so am I. How about we clean off… in the shower?"

Zuri arched an eyebrow, already catching the glint in his eye that said there was way more behind his words than just hygiene. She folded her arms. "No more cumming inside me, though."

Aurélien groaned dramatically, rolling his eyes as if she’d asked him to climb Mount Everest barefoot. "You’re no fun."

"I’m plenty of fun."

"Prove it," he challenged. "Take off your clothes."

Zuri tilted her head at him, one eyebrow raised in mock disbelief, but there was a flicker of heat in her eyes. Slowly, she got up from the bed then peeled off her tank top, letting it fall to the wooden floor before sliding out of her shorts. Her bra and panties followed, leaving her bare under the warm glow of the light.

Aurélien’s gaze dragged over her, slow and deliberate, before he reached for the hem of his own shirt and tugged it over his head. His shorts and boxers followed, and in moments, he was as naked as she was, the lines of his lean, athletic body catching her attention like always.

"Come on," he said, his voice lower now as he extended his hand.

They walked toward the small shower attached to the side of the shack. Aurélien turned the knob, and water spilled out in a weak but steady stream.

Stepping in first, Zuri shivered as the cool water hit her skin, but Aurélien was quick to join her, his larger frame shielding her from most of the spray. His hands found her waist, pulling her close.

"You know," he murmured against her ear, his breath warm despite the water cascading over them. "Grandma might have the right idea… eventually."

Zuri looked up at him, her lips twitching into a smile as she smacked his chest lightly. "Don’t push your luck."

Aurélien chuckled, dipping his head to kiss her neck, water sliding down between them as his hands traced slow, teasing circles along her hips. "Who’s pushing? I’m just saying… we’re good at this, bébé."

Zuri rolled her eyes but couldn’t help the laugh that escaped her. "Just wash up, Aurélien."

"Oui, mon cœur," he replied, but the look he gave her promised he wasn’t done teasing her just yet.

The cool water cascaded over them, muffling the sounds of their breathing as Aurélien’s hands moved with deliberate slowness, tracing the curve of Zuri’s hips. His palms spread wide, firm yet reverent, before sliding lower to cup her buttocks.

"Aurélien…" she murmured, half a warning, half a plea.

He only smirked, leaning closer until her back met the damp wall behind her. The rough texture grounded her, but the intensity in his eyes as he looked down at her was what stole her breath. His lips brushed her ear as he whispered, "Relax, let me take care of you."

Her hands instinctively gripped his shoulders as his body pressed flush against hers. Water ran between them, slicking their skin, but all Zuri could focus on was the way his hands tightened their hold. In one smooth motion, he lifted her, her legs instinctively wrapping around his waist.

Aurélien adjusted her, holding her easily as if her weight was nothing. His erection pressed insistently against her entrance, and she gasped at the intimate pressure. His lips found hers in a slow, languid kiss, a prelude to the rhythm he was about to set.

Zuri’s nails dug into his shoulders as he lined himself up, his eyes locked on hers. There was a pause, a breathless moment where the only sound was the rush of water and the pounding of her heart, before he pushed inside.

She exhaled shakily, her head falling back against the wall as he filled her completely. No matter how many times they came together like this, it always left her feeling the same—full, connected, and overwhelmed in the best way.

"Aurélien…" she whispered again, this time with a note of surrender, her fingers threading through the wet strands of his thick hair.

He groaned softly, his forehead pressing against hers as he began to move, each thrust measured. "You feel so good, bébé. Always."

Zuri’s legs tightened around him, drawing him deeper as her body responded to him. She could never get tired of this—of the way he claimed her with every thrust, of the way her body seemed to fit him perfectly.

Aurélien’s hands slid up her back, holding her steady as he quickened his pace, his lips pressing kisses along her neck and shoulder. "I love how you feel, mon cœur," he murmured, his voice low and raw.

Zuri clung to him, her body arching to meet his movements. The water continued to fall around them, forgotten as they lost themselves in each other, the world outside the small shower fading away entirely.

Morning came too early, with Mamie's voice carrying across the yard: "Up, up! The sun is already winning!"

Now here they were, the "kids" as Mamie called them, doing light work in the cocoa fields while the adults lounged on the porch. Well, most of them lounged – Mamie was sweeping with one of those traditional African brooms made from dried palm fronds, somehow making the mundane task look like an art form.

"Yo," Yannis grunted, wiping sweat from his forehead. "Should we start singing while we work? Since Mamie's got us out here like her personal labor force?"

"I tried to warn y'all," Zuri laughed, easily sorting through the cocoa pods. "But nobody wanted to listen."

"I didn't think you were for real!" Yannis shot a look toward the porch where his parents sat comfortably under the fan, glasses of fresh folére sweating in their hands.

Anne-Maïsha rolled her eyes at her brother's dramatics. "We've literally been out here twenty minutes, and this is barely work. We're almost done anyway."

"Mamie better have beignets waiting," Yannis muttered, though there was no real heat in it.

"Oh trust me," Zuri grinned, "give her half a chance and she'll have you so stuffed you won't be able to move."

Sure enough, when they finished their token farm work, the smell of fresh beignets greeted them. Mamie had set out a spread on the porch table – golden-brown pastries still warm from the oil, condensation-covered bottles of water, and that satisfied smile she wore when her plans came together perfectly.

"See?" She said to no one in particular. "A little work builds character. And appetite. Eh heh, look at these children, barely breaking a sweat," Mamie was piling more beignets onto Yannis's already full plate. "In my day, we would be in those fields from sunrise—"

"Here we go," Zuri muttered under her breath, making Aurélien choke on his water.

"And you two!" Mamie rounded on them, that familiar glint in her eye. "Sharing a bottle of water now? Good practice for sharing other things, like maybe a crib—"

"Grandmére!" But Zuri couldn't help laughing. There was something comforting about Mamie's relentless meddling, even if it was completely unnecessary at this point.

Aurélien's hand found hers under the table, his thumb tracing familiar patterns on her palm. Watching him with his family – Anne-Maïsha now arguing with Yannis about who did more work while their parents pretended not to be amused – Zuri felt that warmth spread through her chest that had nothing to do with the morning sun.

This was what family could be. What it should be. The easy laughter, the gentle teasing, even Mamie's unfiltered commentary about their future children's features ("With his bone structure and your eyes? Magnifique!").

The rest of the season was waiting back in Madrid, along with all the pressure and expectations that came with it. But right now, watching Aurélien try to fend off Mamie's attempts to feed him a sixth beignet, Zuri knew this was worth everything they'd been through. Worth all the drama and chaos that had brought them here.

[theallianceofcelestials]

So @deyisacherry was curious about the Wedding AU I mentioned in my previous post, so here it is. Prepare for crack and a crossover with TSAMS.

So first of all, timelines. Over MASM it's pre-Chica introduction, and over at TSAMS it's pre-Subtle Foreshadowing *suffering screams intensify*

Beware, pure crack:

Sooo MASM Eclipse, the fucking creature, falls through a rift in between dimensions, and crawls out of the ballpit over at TSAMS's Daycare while Sun is the only in there, probably cleaning. So, in typical MASM Eclipse (is there a specific nickname for him? Like with Moonblock and Sunblock?) way the guy is raving about something - probably how much better he is, and what the heck are these shapes (balls) - and Sun, having dealt with crazy before, starts agreeing and praising the guy, so he'll leave and crawl back to where he came from.

But with the flavor of entity MASM Eclipse is, he falls for the guy who so clearly is the only sane person, having noticed immediately how much superior Eclipse is. And literally (I can't emphasize that enough) in a blink of an eye, Sun goes from being in the Daycare to walking down a wedding aisle, with the Creator strapped to a gurney rolling down beside him. He's in a white wedding suit that he doesn't know where it came from, nor how it's fitting him so well.

On one side of him, are all his family members tied to rolling chairs. Earth, Solar, Lunar, Dazzle and Jack sit in the front row with Nexus, Ruin and Dark Sun of all people sitting behind them. Lunar has already tipped his chair over and is gnawing on Nexus's tied leg. He can see Monty, Eclipse V4, Foxy and FC with Puppet behind them, along with their new dimension's Sun/Moon. A row or so behind them, also tied somehow, are Gemini, Nebula and Taurus. And in the very back row, taking up the entire row, is the Wither Dragon. Sun doesn't know how it's there. Tied. With rope.

On his other side are also tied people, a Sun, Moon, Monty, Freddy, Foxy and Roxy. The Sun seems to be switching between trying to squirm out of the ropes, and glowering at the Moon, while the Moon is staring at him, then the Sun, looking dead on the inside a little.

He's so distracted by the mind numbing confusion he doesn't hear what the priest is saying to him, only giving a haphazard "Yeah, sure." when he's asked about something. And then there's a ring on his finger. And he gets a smooch from the Eclipse. That's when he realises he just got married. To an Eclipse. Next to him, in the spot reserved for the best man/maid of honor, Moon looks just as shocked.

After a bit he's mentioning how he thought he'd be the best man on his brother's wedding, but at least he'd know his brother's significant other before the wedding.

During the after ceremony party, Sun begins to slowly untie his family's hands after Ruin mentions he wants cake, and Sun's in too big shock to be like: yeah, I hate this guy kinda. So he unties people's hands at least, ignoring Dark Sun, Nexus, the Creator, the Wither Dragon and the weird other dimensional people. Jack and Dazzle, having never been tied, are picking flowers. (Dazzle was the flower girl)

Sun, kind of afraid, asks Eclipse what they'll do on their wedding night, and Eclipse answers they'll do what everyone does obviously, Sun begins to sweat, plot evil things.

The cake is actually pretty good, which he mentions to his new husband, who boasts that of course, his chef is the best. He then points to said chef, and Sun asks if he's that blue rabbit. To which Eclipse says his chef i no rabbit, only knowing one blue bunny who's his arch nemesis, Bonnie the bunny. Who's a sheriff.

Now I kinda thought it'd be cool if the quick select inventory of MASM people was actually their belt, and visible to people from other dimensions who aren't from Minecraft dimensions, so Sun can see the glaring sheriff hat, which he asks his husband about. He's kinda shocked to find Eclipse(block????????) can't see the glaringly obvious thing there.

So he goes up to the "chef" to ask whether he's a sheriff or nah, and when a gun gets pointed at him, with a whisper of don't blow my cover, he gets kinda angry and just hits off the chef hat to replace with the sheriff one. Eclipse obviously pulls a Doofenshmirtz, and yells at everyone to get down, also pulling out a gun. So a shoot out starts happening, and Sun just backs away.

Moon suggests he grabs the tazergun that's on him, and he does so, warning his apparent husband and shooting the rabbit multiple times, because despite how sudden this is, and with whom it is, this is STILL HIS WEDDING AND HE'S NOT ABOUT TO HAVE IT BE EVEN MORE RUINED

They kinda just leave Bonnie there, and Sun tells his husband they're gonna have rabbit stew. Eclipse happily exclaims: Great! Sun get the stew, he'll get the rabbit. Then he leaves Sun there.

He turns towards the people he assumes are from his new husband's dimension, and asks if this is normal. It's important to note Monty's and Foxy's snouts are taped, and Moonblock is crying on the ground face down. Sunblock tells him yes.

Seeing as he's the only semi sane one, because the Freddy's just kind of smiling into the void, he unties Sunblock too, who follows him into the kitchen.

Upon learning the horrifying situation that's happening in MASM, he takes this kid under his wing, because what the hell, and begins teaching him how to cook. He's kind of having a freak out about how everything Sunblock cuts or peels ends up cube shaped.

Eclipse(block) returns with a "rabbit" that's actually just a person in a bunny suit, so Sun tells him it's not good enough for their 'evil stew', and Eclipse(block) agrees, throwing the person out. Before he can leave, Sun texts him an actual rabbit farm's address, so they don't end up with another human in a rabbit costume situation.

He actually tells Sunblock he's proud of him when he finishes cutting up the potatoes, and the kid begins crying so hard it's concerning. He pats him on the back a little, telling him to watch the stew, while he goes out to talk with Moonblock, to ask why he's crying still.

Freddy tells him Moonblock has been in love with Sunblock this entire time, and is just bad at expressing his affection and thought his bullying was teasing, so Sun makes an offer to coach him about it, because he knows what a Sun likes, (maybe??), so he can help Moonblock better himself so Sunblock will maybe like him. He asks his Moon and EAPS Moon to be positive role models for him.

Then he sets Jack on Bonnie, telling him he said a mean thing about Dazzle. When Solar tries stepping in, he tells him the MASM lore, so Solar decides to look away just this once. They also set Jack on MASM Foxy and Monty.

It is now a good time to mention that during the wedding, because of his loud hackling and insults, Eclipse(block??) created a remote out of a stick, a leaf and the priest's spit of all things, and muted the Creator. Other people - see Nexus - were muted in a different way.

Upon return to the kitchen is is flooded with tears, and the stew is now overly salty. Sun doesn't mention this however, deciding to add pasta instead too. Eclipse(block) return with an actual - live - rabbit, and when Sun mentions skinning it, he just stabs it, earning the loot from it. Sun is horrified to find the organs and bones gone.

He asks his new husband how to unmute people, getting told to just say unmute, and he leaves his husband with their new 'evil apprentice'. He thinks he sees Eclipse read a parenting book.

He approaches Dark Sun, hoping he has answers about what's going on, but he only gets a negative, but they both confirm it's probably a Minecraft dimension, and not a fever dream. Then Sun unmutes Nexus too, not before warning him to behave because the only thing keeping him alive right now is Sun tellin g Taurus to wait until after the wedding to kill him, because it's a happy occasion, and leaves him and Dark Sun against a table with a slice of cake each. They're still tied. (And the Wither Dragon's dead)

Sun also tells Moon about the rabbit thing, because he's horrified, and Moon asks if he could do experiments on Sun's new hubby. Sun declines for now.

They think Bonnie is dead, not being able to survive another dimension's laws and weapons, or is at least on the brink of death. Since he's still twitching.

So far it's only this, but like the future of this holds potential for a lot of crack treated semi-seriously. And also to better Sunblock and Moonblock's relationship, so they don't get to where canon is.

[mypalbuck]

TWO GHOSTS — P. PARKER {4}

↳In which two people, trying to move on from the loss of their lovers, find themselves fated to one another.

pairing: tasm!Peter Parker x female!reader

warnings: NWH SPOILERS! angst, mentions of infidelity

a/n: hi my loves I’m sorry it’s taken me so long to update this fic. It’s a little rushed and I haven’t edited it but I wanted to get it out to you all for Christmas. There will be an epilogue after this. I hope you all love it. Happy holidays! 🩷

You felt a little bit of normalcy being back in your own world. It had been a year since the multiverse events. You resumed work straight away and threw yourself into it. That was the only way you could distract yourself from Pretty Brown Eyes Parker. Your dreams were constantly plagued with him, manifestations of what could have been. The life you two could have lived. So work you would if it meant it would keep the heartache at bay.

And it did work, for a little bit. It was only until you see the first fall of snow that you felt that sharp pang in your chest again. Yes you were safe and had decided to befriend your Peter and Harriet. You thought when Peter arrived at work it was to see Harriet now that she was off maternity leave but it was to see you. He wanted to make emends and invite you to baby May’s 1st birthday. To say you instantly fell in love with baby May was an understatement, strangely enough there wasn’t one part of you that was jealous or sad anymore. Your heart without you giving any permission belonged to someone else, someone worlds apart.

Every time you saw a flash of orange your heart leapt in the hopes that Pete came back for you, that somehow he begged Doctor Strange to open a portal back to you. But alas it was always a traffic light or shop sign.

“Thank you for being here Y/N, it means a lot to Harriet.” Peter of your universe pat you on the shoulder in a nostalgic way, you smiled and nodded your head and handed him baby May’s birthday present. “Actually, I go by MJ now.” You smiled at Peter in a friendly manner. There was no love between the two of you anymore, but you remained civil. Besides, you only had eyes for one Peter now and it sure as heck wasn’t this universe’s one.

The party went along in a blur and you found yourself fiddling your keys, the familiar Empire State keyring missing that you gave to Pete made your keys feel light and mundane now. You chuckled and pushed yourself off the wall you were leaning on, making your way to Peter and Harriet you bid them farewell and made your way out onto the snowy street.

You cursed under your breath for not bringing a warmer jacket for you walk home. You had rushed straight from work to the birthday. Pulling your lab coat closer to your chest you shoved your freezing hands into your pockets, you furrowed your brows when your fingers brushed against cool metal. You pulled the object out of your pocket and realised it was Doctor Strange’s ring.

You had forgotten that you had kept it. Looking down at the ring you clutched it tight in your fist before running home.

You were going to do it.

You were going to make your way back to him. You didn’t care how, you two belonged together there was no doubt about it.

When you got home you quickly packed a backpack with all your special items and things you needed. Clothes and other things were replaceable, a love like that wasn’t.

Grabbing some paper and envelopes you wrote a resignation letter to your work, a letter to Peter and Harriet and one to Gwen’s family. They would think that you moved countries for a work opportunity. But unbeknownst to them you’d be in a whole different universe.

There was nothing keeping you here anymore. Running downstairs to the postbox you quickly sent the letters off before preparing yourself for this new journey.

Slipping the ring onto your fingers you took a deep breath and tried to recall how Strange moved his hands to open the portal. Closing your eyes and thinking only of Peter you moved your hand in a circular motion until you felt heat and saw a bright light through your eyelids.

You gasped, it had worked.

Stepping through the portal you made your way into an unfamiliar apartment building. Walking around you observed all the photos on the wall, and there his smiling face was. You were in the right place.

Taking off your backpack you placed it by a gorgeous Christmas tree. You smiled at all the spiderman decorations on the tree before your hand stopped at a familiar keyring. Peter had placed the Empire State keyring you gave him in the centre of the tree. You let out a sob, this confirmed that you weren’t insane for traveling across universes for this man.

You were brought out of your thoughts when you heard the door open. Before you could move, a dog ran into the room and licked you. It was a brown Labrador. You leaned down to pat the pup and noticed its name was Mocha. Your favourite coffee.

Butterflies erupted in your stomach and your chest warmed. You were seconds away from seeing the light of your life. The man who gave you hope and made you feel loved within minutes of you meeting him.

Hearing footsteps coming closer you looked up to find Peter walking towards the kitchen across from where you were standing. When he called out to Mocha and she didn’t respond Peter turned around to face you. Eyes wide, jaw slacked he dropped all the groceries that were in his hands. He blinked and rubbed his eyes as if he were dreaming. He looked as beautiful as the day you lost him. Fluffy brown hair tucked under a beanie, plaid jacket and scarf hanging off his lean frame.

“Y/N, a-are you really here?”

All you did was nod your head, afraid your voice would betray you. That was all it took for Peter to rush over to you and embrace you tightly. Together the two of you wept in eachother arms.

Peter brought his hands to your face and cupped your cheeks. “So I’m not dreaming?” You laughed and pulled the familiar handkerchief he had given you, bringing it to his face to wipe his tears. “No you’re not Tiger, I’m real. I traveled across universes for you.”

Peter let out a laugh of joy before pulling his lips to yours in a kiss that one would describe as something from a romance novel or movie. You always dreamt that your first kiss with Peter would be sweet and gentle but how wrong were you. This kiss was passionate and full of need. All the pent up emotions, the grief, the longing was packed into one kiss. After a while you broke apart breathless. Peter’s face streamed with tears again as he kissed your forehead.

“Are you here for good?” He whispered, waiting for the pin to drop and for the two of you to be separated again. You smiled affectionately at him and stroked his cheek, he looked at you like a lost puppy. “You and me forever Pete, that is if you want me?”

His eyes widened “Are you kidding me! I literally wished for you under my Christmas tree this year and here you are.” He lifted your feet off the floor and carried you to the hallway. Sheepishly he pointed above to the roof where a piece of mistletoe hung.

“I mean… rules are rules.” Peter blushed, waiting cheekily for a kiss. How could you say no to him ever again. Grabbing his cheeks in your hands you kissed every inch of his face.

“Merry Christmas, Peter my love.”

“Merry Christmas, my MJ.”

to be continued in the epilogue….

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[feroluce]

So this ficlet-ish thing was inspired by @hydrachea, nsfw super genius extraordinaire, but also by the fact that in addition to Boothill's left eye being cybernetic, I like to hc even the parts of him that look human aren't fully natural. I mean the dude eats bullets, after all. I think he should also have vents in his mouth so he can literally blow smoke/steam, it would look super cool. Think Father Gascoigne or Studio BONES' Todoroki. We as a fandom deserve that!!

So anyway, of course, sometimes these vents get blocked up and need to be cleaned manually. Thankfully, Dan Heng is super helpful ☆

Like there's one day where Boothill is lazing around in the archives, fresh off a bounty and happily soaking up the luxury of the Astral Express after however long he's spent tracking his prey through all the dust and dirt with almost no rest.

Boothill likes it in the archives. It's not silent, but it's quiet. There's no music and only muffled voices from outside, but there's the hum of all the computer systems. It makes for a nice place to hide away and recharge when he's just finished exhausting himself.

And besides, Dan Heng is there.

Sometimes the two of them talk back and forth, but today it's mostly quiet...except for-

"I didn't know it was possible for you to get sick."

...Except for Boothill having to constantly clear his throat. That's the thing about your mark trying to flee into the desert. You either go after them and get sand everywhere (and even worse, sticky sand once it gets all bloody) or you wuss out and lose out on the bounty. Personally, Boothill likes being able to afford to eat.

"Grit's stuck in a vent somewhere, 'n' the usual maintenance ain't gettin' it. I'll prob'ly have ta manually dig it out." But later, when he's not laid out half asleep on Dan Heng's extra futon. Usually after a chase as long as this one took, he can shut down for almost a full day. He doesn't want to get up yet.

Something shadows over him, and reflex demands Boothill's eye open. Dan Heng steps around him on his way to some drawer built in the wall on the other side of the room or something. Boothill closes his eye again.

From under his hat he hears the sounds of rummaging, drawers sliding open and shut, the swish of a long coat. The shadow returns.

"Sit up, just momentarily. I have something to help." And Boothill groans a tired don't wanna, but he does it anyway, he hauls himself upright into a kneel. And then he sits up a little straighter because he realizes Dan Heng is standing right over him.

Dan Heng tells him "open your mouth," and Boothill's jaw pops open without his permission, without even a second thought, and hey, what protocol in there ok'd THAT?!?!

Before he can really unpack whatever the heck that just was, though, Dan Heng murmurs for him to say so if he needs them to stop, and then he's sliding a long, hard rod down Boothill's throat, tipped with some soft little brush he probably uses for all his fancy archival equipment.

Dan Heng tells him the handle of the brush is straight and can't be bent, he needs to move his head to be able to reach the vent in his throat. Boothill hums affirmatively; he can't do anything else with his mouth occupied.

Dan Heng's free hand holds him by his jaw, tilts it up slowly but firmly so he has to look straight up at him.

Boothill feels dizzy.

The cycle of blue blood through his artificial heart whirrs just a bit faster, his temperature sensor pings an internal alarm to warn for imminent overheating. Boothill curls his fingers into the guard over his knee as Dan Heng carefully brushes at the dust irritating him. All other sounds- the hum of running equipment, the occasional beep from the computers, the noise of the crew outside of this room- seem to pull away, until all Boothill can focus on is the steady and measured breathing from the man above him.

"Almost done."

Thank the aeons, maybe one of them likes him after all.

"Your tongue is in the way... I'm going to hold it down, ok?"

Nevermind.

The fingers holding his jaw curl around his chin, thumb slipping past open lips to dip into his mouth and pin down his tongue. One of his teeth catch on the digit, breaking skin just enough to bleed a drop where he can taste it. Dan Heng doesn't even flinch. Another temperature alarm pings off in his brain, then another, then another.

Boothill has never been shy about eye contact but oh, god, it nearly kills him when dull green irises flick away from their task and look down right at him as his mouth is held open. He quickly squeezes his own eye shut for some relief.

With his vision cut off, the rest of his senses automatically recalibrate to compensate. He can hear every breath even more distinctly now, every soft inhale and exhale, feel the strain in his neck, the softness of the brush, the hard floor beneath his knees, the hand holding his jaw and the fingerprints that feel like they should leave burns in his skin, the taste of Dan Heng heavy on his tongue-

Forget it, eye open, eye open!!

"Alright. There's one last pebble stuck."

Boothill had been trained to endure torture, back on his homeworld. It was part of being in a gang, part of being a bounty hunter.

Somehow, keeping himself quiet and still as Dan Heng inches the brush even further down the back of his throat is a profoundly similar experience.

The seconds tick by, Dan Heng's brow furrowing, face growing ever more concentrated and Boothill struggles not to watch him too closely, fights down the noise that suddenly tries to escape him as the brush withdraws-

"Swallow."

Stars and aeons, Dan Heng is going to be the death of him.

Boothill swallows. He feels it when the movement finally dislodges the loosened pebble from his vent.

His face feels shockingly cold now bereft of touch, even though Dan Heng's hands are always cool. He asks to see, and Boothill's mouth is already open again to show him, even as he belatedly realizes he could have just told him it had worked.

"Good." There's the slightest smile on Dan Heng's lips as he finally, mercifully, leans back out of his personal space, goes to put away the brush. "That should feel better now." Boothill spends a moment dizzy and dazed, feeling the need to blink spots out of his eye even though his vision is clear. He still hasn't moved off his knees.

What the fudge.

[lilylovestowrite]

Can I request lumine x female reader who can't fight that well and knows that lumine can protect herself and fight since she's the legendary traveler, but still won't hesitant to shield her with her body if she's suddenly knocked out by an enemy or she's on the verge of falling while clenching her sword, and these actions made lumine admire her and she ends up having a secret crush on reader.

SAVIOUR'S INDULGENCE ୨♡୧

PAIRING ୨♡୧ (Lumine x AFAB! Reader)

WARININGS ୨♡୧ Minor Angst, Injury

SYNOPSIS ୨♡୧ The three times you save Lumine, and the one time she asks you on a date

WORD COUNT ୨♡୧ 1K 

A/N ୨♡୧ Thank you for the request! I have no clue why, but this turned kind of angsty. I kind of headcanon Lumine to be the more ‘no-nonsense’ sibling compared to Aether, so perhaps that’s why. I hope this is to your liking!

Divider by @/cafekitsune

Lumine, with her heroic personality and no-nonsense drive to finish her commissions, has always been the ‘Knight in Shining Armour’ of any predicament she finds herself in. An “Honorary Knight” in Mondstadt, “The Hero of Liyue” , “The First Sage of Bu’er”, need she go on? These titles raise her to the top of the social ladder (until she ends up in the Fortress of Meropide but that’s besides the point)- so why is it that when all of her strength accumulated could (and has) beaten a god, do you always cover for her? 

You’re a terribly fragile little thing. No outstanding physical attributes. Heck, she’s seen you struggle to lift a carton of milk! But despite that, you always come to her rescue. 

The first, was perhaps in Mondstadt when she decided to go looking for sunsettias to cease Paimon’s rumbling stomach from driving the both of them insane. A few abyss mages corner the poor Traveller and she manages to absolutely annihilate the cryo and pyro abyss mage by swirling their powers against each other. But the hydro mage remains, and she finds herself and Paimon in a bubble of their own. Lo and behold, a fresh-faced lass from the Adventurer’s guild dressed in greens and whites distracts the Hydro Mage by weakly tackling it, allowing Lumine to escape her watery confinement. 

The second time around was in Liyue. Long story, really, but her dress catches on fire because of an abyss lector. As she gives him the finishing blow, you hurry over to douse the fire eating away at her lovely white skirt. However, the abyss lector lets out a final attack as her back turned to you. Time practically runs through honey, Lumen watches in horror as you dive in front of her to take the brunt of the attack. 

Now, in Sumeru, she finds herself back to the home of knowledge. The street music adds a pep to her step, and she's dressed a white and blue lehenga with golden starry details on the hem. The aroma of spices, petrichor and musky perfumes from the street stalls consumes the marketplace. The sun shines through the trees and casts a glow through her golden strands, and her eyes seem as if they have been set ablaze under the cool shade of the forest trees. Lumine, throughout her travels, tries her best not to get attached to the people she meets on the way. It’s not practical to make friends with half the continent and then desert them after relocating/rescuing/whatever the fuck she needs to do to get Aether back. But as Psimon blabs about the street food, she spots a lovely necklace with an oval centrepiece jewel the colour of your eyes. 

But of course, she’s not catching feelings. It’s not practical. Lumine doesn’t have time to loiter, she needs to earn enough mora to get to Natlan. She’s been doing a lot of side jobs lately: commissions from the Guild, odd errands here and there and working at that blasted fortune teller who told her that she had never seen so many love prospects in someone’s future. 

Of course it’s a ridiculous scam, but if there were to be a prospect, it would be nice if it were-

No. She doesn’t want to think about it. She doesn’t want to even perceive your beautiful face, or how lovely you would look in Sumerian attire, or your enrapturing voice, and god if she hears you say her name she might drop everything and just marry you. Heck, she hears your sweet voice just over the horizon. 

“Lumine!” 

Her yearning is so ridiculous, that she’s even envisioning you in a Salwar Kameez. The scarf (she remembers Dehya call it an ‘orna’)  made of beautiful georgette fabric, draped across your body. Wow, she can actually smell you as you edge closer. Perhaps she’s had one too many drinks- 

“Behind you!” 

It’s only when she feels you slam into her, a gust of wind slashing her face and the sickening crack of a wooden bat ringing loudly in her ears that she realises: you’re actually here. 

And you’re saving her. 

Again.

“Are you okay?” She asks, offering you her hand. However, when she spots crimson blooming through the fabric of the back of your salwar kameez, she drops the hand and kneels before you. “One second, I’m going to carry you, okay?” Her arms may look lithe, but Lumine effortlessly carries you to her teapot, where she bandages your wounds. 

“We should stop meeting like this,” you joke, but she winces in reply. 

“We should.” Comes her short answer. You assume it’s because she’s too busy wrapping around the gash at your back and checking for bits of splintered wood. But truly, Lumine can’t afford love, especially if it puts you in danger like this. 

“It doesn’t hurt as bad as it looks. Promise!” You try to lighten her mood, and Lumine sighs, a heavy blush on her face as you turn around and hug her, half clothed. “See? I can still move!” 

And Lumine, the starry eyed fool, melts in your warmth. Her defences melt away, wrapping her arms around you carefully. She prays that you don’t notice her heart beating out of her chest. Her mouth opens, and they shut. And open again, like a gaping fish. 

Hesitation drips from her usually confident voice, but she blurts it out: “Let’s go to dinner, how does tonight sound?” 

She’s going to leave. She’s going to leave Teyvat after finding Aether, and she has to stop him and the Abyss Order. She’s going to leave you and there is nothing she can do about it. 

But she can’t resist indulging herself, just a glimpse of a date with you would suffice. 

She holds you tighter, and you nuzzle into her neck, softly. It’s then that she sighs sadly, wishing time would stop so she can replay this moment forever. You might have saved her life, but you don’t know, do you? You don’t know that your very presence is the biggest danger to her of all. 

[wisteria-blooms]

fly away on my zephyr (bill weasley & reader)

Summary: You and Bill discuss your post-graduation plans. (1.06k words).

Tags: fluff, Bill being a cutie

A/N: I am so bad at answering requests (I promise I see them and I think about them daily). But I wanted to write this one to break things up a bit. We love Bill Weasley around here, and especially Bill Weasley fluff.

FLY AWAY ON MY ZEPHYR (B.W. & READER)

“(Y/N)!” 

Bill Weasley dismounted his Nimbus, feet gliding over the grass before effortlessly stepping down with one foot. He swung his long leg over from the other side, and commanded the broomstick to his palm.

It’d been a year since you began dating and you couldn’t wrap your head around how Bill was so cool and perfect. Head Boy, top of his class, well-mannered, athletic, handsome, committed. You thanked the stars every night that he was your boyfriend. Yours, all yours. 

As your Bill approached, your friends giggled, taking it is a cue to leave you alone. One of them whispered, “Have fun with Bill!” before catching up with your other friends.

Bill sped up the last couple metres, his long legs turning what was a jaunt for most people into a jog. Before you could react, Bill swept you up in his strong arms. A gentle spring breeze swept over the courtyard, the smell of flowers sweet but Bill’s embrace even sweeter. The same wind blew away a long strand of ginger hair to reveal a metal stud on Bill’s right ear. Definitely against the dress code, but even if McGonagall saw it, you reckoned she’d turn a blind eye.

After all, it was your last day of your last year at Hogwarts. 

The ceremony wrapped up earlier in the day. Gryffindor had won the House Cup and Bill and his teammates fancied themselves one last game of Quidditch to celebrate. You knew he was going to miss the field and the glorious memories he made there. 

Bill gave you a peck on the cheek and set you down. He wanted a little more than that, but he also wanted to maintain some propriety so as to not embarrass you in front of your friends. Bill then took your hand and walked with you across the field.

“You’re still going to Alfie’s party, right?” Bill asked, leaning down to look at you.

“I wouldn’t miss it.”

“You best control yourself then, we wouldn’t want to miss the train tomorrow.”

“I—what?” you stammered. “I can control myself just fine! If I’m remembering correctly, you were the one I had to try to carry back that one night.”

“What?” Bill chuckled. “That never happened.”

“Oh, it so did,” you giggled. “I’m sure Filch was peering angrily from above the staircase. He’ll recall it for you.”

Bill made a face. “No, thank you. There are some people I won’t miss.”

After a moment of silence, Bill’s face quickly shifted into a still, more serious one. “And (Y/N),” he started. “I promise we’ll talk more about my job offer after tonight, alright? I don’t want it to spoil the mood.”

Bill clasped his other hand over yours, engulfing it. You fought the quiver of your lip and nodded.

Miraculously, you and Bill both survived the tell the tale the next morning. The party was wild, rife with unsanctioned alcohol, and Alfie spent most of the night poking at Bill, joking he was going to rat him out. Bill shook his head, asking Alfie how he was going to snitch on him if he himself was indulging in extra-potent whiskey, and stayed by your side for most of the night. 

After Bill ensured everyone had boarded the train, he led you to his own compartment—Head Boy privileges and all—giving you some much needed privacy. The Hogwarts Express flew through the Scottish highlands, the grass tinting the windows green. Bill watched you watch the mountains from beside you. 

Bill’s hand found its way to your thigh, drawing your attention to him. “I thought about it, and I accepted the offer.”

You nodded in encouragement and weakly, you responded, “As you should.” 

Another reason you loathed graduation was because you wouldn’t be able to see Bill everyday. Heck, he wasn’t even going to be on the hemisphere as you. Maybe you should’ve savoured having breakfast with him in the Great Hall everyday, laughing as he dotted ketchup on your nose. Carried your cauldron for you because it was too heavy. Waved to you as you admired him in the Quidditch stands. Wrapped his coat around you leaving the snow-covered grounds of Hogsmeade. 

“(Y/N), I know it’s not going to be easy for us,” Bill said with a frown. "That's why I was hesitant."

“No, Bill,” you said. “I’m so proud of you. Being employed at Gringotts is difficult enough, especially straight out of school. And a curse-breaker? In Egypt? There’s no one but you who could accomplish something like that. This is going to be huge for you.”

“I know,” Bill admitted. He bit on his lower lip. “This job is something I’ve always wanted. It’s truly a dream come true, but I keep thinking about the distance I’m putting between us.”

“The distance isn’t the main thing on my mind,” you corrected. 

“Then what’s on your mind?” Bill asked. 

“Bill,” you whimpered. You've had nightmares about Bill disappearing in some dune or losing his way in a sandstorm. And a stupid one where he was abducted by camels. “You’re going to die.”

Bill laughed. “I’m not going to die, (Y/N). That’s a little dramatic, even for you!” 

He gave you a peck on the lips. “You may die of boredom at your desk job at the Ministry, my love, but I assure you I’ll very much be alive.” Bill squeezed your waist. “I’ll be back in England every holiday and a couple weeks in the summer for vacation. I told the goblins that that was non-negotiable. And I want you to come visit me in Egypt whenever you can.”

You perked up. “Really?”

“Of course!” Bill affirmed, like any insinuation of you not being there was unthinkable. “You’re worth more than any treasure I might find. I refuse to lose you because of this.”

You blushed at Bill’s words. He’d clearly thought all this through and worked out every possible kink before accepting the job.

“I love you, Bill,” you whispered in his ear. “I can’t wait for you to come back.”

One of Bill’s hands found yours, and his thumb kneaded little circles below the knuckle of your ring finger, as if he could alchemize some imaginary metal and diamond to give you. But this, this would have to do for now to vow his dedication to you.  

“I love you, too, (Y/N).”

[justali-anne]

Undertale Playing On A Minecraft Server!

This is Post-Pacifist, by the way.

Frisk:

Probably the one who created the server, let's be real. They're also the one who introduced the monsters to Minecraft in the first place.

They sometimes like to play in creative mode, but I bet they're willing to take on some of the hardest Minecraft challenges for kicks. Sometimes to the detriment of others on the server.

They're likely to play along when Alphys wants to roleplay. A well-behaved child.

Spends time with everyone as equally as possible! They love everyone on the server, so of course they would wanna do that!

Shows everyone the ropes and gives them tips. They help out Asgore the most.

Sometimes they like to play survival properly with Papyrus and Undyne, sometimes they like to troll them with Sans. They're kind of a wild card when it comes to that.

Since they're the host, they're always on the server when it's running.

Toriel:

She doesn't play on the server that much - she's often too busy with grading homework and taking care of the school. But when she does join, it's a nice treat.

Because she doesn't play as often, she's further behind than most of the other players on the server. Luckily, Frisk and Papyrus are kind enough to supply her with materials and food.

I'm sure she would love to build a pretty cottage in a forest biome, surrounded by a nice farm and do her own thing.

Sticks by either Frisk or Sans. Often tries to reign them in when they're taking their pranks too far. Sometimes she even distracts Sans while Papyrus and Undyne are doing something important. She's an unsung hero in that regard.

Although, on occasion, she might be prone to a little bit of pranking herself... Mostly on Sans, because he needs a taste of his own medicine.

Sans:

TROLL.

Trolly troll troll trolly troll trolly troll troll!

No, but seriously, this guy is a menace! He steals important materials, messes up Papyrus' organised chests, knocks players off of cliffs, you name it, he's gonna do it.

Well... apart from griefing. Sans wouldn't go that far. He's not mean-spirited.

He also uses cheats. Like, all the time. It's a miracle he hasn't been kicked off the server yet. Probably because Frisk is too nice to kick him and besides, he's one of their best friends!

Obviously targets Undyne and Papyrus the most, but sometimes he actually stops trolling and helps them out.

Possibly has the dumbest skin on the server, let's be real.

He likes it when someone gets back at him! He finds it very humerus!

If someone genuinely gets upset at him, though, Sans will back down. As stated earlier, he's not mean-spirited.

Plays very often, in fact, he's almost always there when the group plays! What can I say? He just likes spending time with his friends.

Papyrus:

Absolutely adores playing Minecraft, and would pester Frisk (kindly) to start up the server so he can play.

He likes to set himself challenges so he would never get bored. He'll defeat all the bosses, then make a challenge to defeat them again and again... IN THE SAME AREA.

Will explore every inch of the server and build landmarks (statues of himself, farms, buildings etc) to keep track of where he's been.

Likes to keep all his chests organised and tidy, and fumes when someone (cough cough Sans cough cough) messes them up.

Rages easily, especially when Sans is around. It takes a lot for him to rage quit, though.

I don't know why, but something tells me Papyrus would be good at redstone. He could use it to make cool Minecraft puzzles! And then test them with his friends! Isn't that cute?

He likes to play along with Alphys' roleplays when Undyne isn't around. He's sweet like that.

Would go out of his way to ration every resource equally and keep some extra for Toriel. Iron, food, heck, even diamonds and netherite. He's very generous.

How often does he play? Pretty often, actually! He and Sans are a bit of a package deal, so when one shows up, the other inevitably will. I forgot to mention that before... Well, unless he's at work. Papyrus is no slacker.

Undyne:

Loves ALL challenges! She's in it for the thrills and would go for every boss and achievement.

She's a pretty intense player. She rages easily and is very reckless, which leads to a lot of deaths and a lot of lost resources. Chill, Undyne.

She doesn't really spend a lot of time building things, so she just leaves the building to Papyrus and Alphys. Thanks to them, she no longer lives in a dirt hole!

Sometimes she will rage quit, only to come back 2 minutes later. It happens so often that everyone is used to it now. "Oh, Undyne quit? Maybe this time she'll- Oh, look, she's back again."

She'll roleplay with Alphys, especially cool anime battles and stuff like that. She has a bit of a guilty pleasure for this. And besides, who could say no to Alphys?

Often sticks by Papyrus since the two are best buds. Though she's just as likely to go adventuring on her own.

She doesn't play as often as Frisk and the brothers, but she's very frequent and plays like 80% of the time... ish? When possible, of course. She's busy too, you know!

Alphys:

She's the type who loves to roleplay. She even builds settings for them.

Heavily inspired by anime. She actually likes to be in Creative Mode most of the time for two reasons. 1. So she can get all the resources she needs to build her humble town. 2. Because she doesn't like the creepy mobs coming out at night and attacking her.

She hates creepers and phantoms with a passion. Creepers destroyed her builds more than once and jumpscare her easily, and she's the one the others have to coax into bed because she insists on building and gathering materials all night, so phantoms are definitely gonna spawn and annoy her.

Building and roleplaying isn't all she does. Like Papyrus, I'd imagine Alphys would pick up on redstone very easily. She's also the one who creates the best material farms so she can gather resources quickly.

Occasionally, she will join Undyne and Papyrus on their challenges.

Avoids Sans most of the time... For obvious reasons. The two definitely still talk to each other, though. No hard feelings.

She doesn't play too often, but she has a lot more free time than Undyne does now that she's on the surface. And let's be honest, she's kind of a shut in already. She'll only join the server when she's up for it, as in, mentally.

Asgore:

Oh, sweet sweet Asgore.

The poor soul, he fumbles most of the time and doesn't know how to play. He dies the most often, but the sweetie is a good sport about it.

Thanks to Frisk, he gets the hang of the basics, but there's still a lot he doesn't know. And to be honest, he doesn't have a lot of time to get to know them, since I imagine he would be busy with other important things.

Will gladly roleplay with Alphys. He doesn't usually take part in the adventures. Not unless someone drags him into it.

He's a pushover and just follows everyone else.

Doesn't play much at all. Like Toriel, it's only on rare occasions, but when he does play, it's a treat.

Other characters:

Flowey - Used to play. Got banned because he was a lot like Sans, just 100X worse.

Monster Kid - They love playing Minecraft, and they like the server too! However, they also have a server of their own, so they just play on that most of the time. They love playing with Frisk and Papyrus, though!

Mettaton - Doesn't play at all. Sorry, darling! He's busy travelling the world and doing tours! He's got fans to please!

Napstablook - Also busy supporting Mettaton with his tours, so they don't play at all. However, they have played ONCE and never again. They didn't know how to play, and just gave up after one little mistake in typical Napstablook fashion. Bless their soul.

W.D. Gaster - ☟︎☜︎🕯︎💧︎ 😐︎✋︎☠︎👎︎✌︎ 💧︎☟︎✌︎❄︎❄︎☜︎☼︎☜︎👎︎ ✌︎👍︎☼︎⚐︎💧︎💧︎ ❄︎✋︎💣︎☜︎ ✌︎☠︎👎︎ 💧︎🏱︎✌︎👍︎☜︎ ☼︎✋︎☝︎☟︎❄︎ ☠︎⚐︎🕈︎✍︎✍︎ ☟︎☜︎🕯︎💧︎ 😐︎✋︎☠︎👎︎ ⚐︎☞︎📬︎📬︎📬︎ 👎︎☜︎✌︎👎︎✍︎✍︎✍︎ ☟︎⚐︎🕈︎ 👍︎✌︎☠︎ ☟︎☜︎ 🏱︎⚐︎💧︎💧︎✋︎👌︎☹︎✡︎ 🏱︎☹︎✌︎✡︎✍︎✍︎✍︎ ✋︎ ☺︎🕆︎💧︎❄︎ 🏱︎🕆︎❄︎ ☟︎✋︎💣︎ ☟︎☜︎☼︎☜︎ ✌︎💧︎ ✌︎ ☺︎⚐︎😐︎☜︎📬︎

[y0uareheaven]

Hey, can you make headcanons for Jett, Ulysses, and Desmond with an S/O that's an introverted ultimate hacker?

A/N: heck yeahhh ‼️also i think they changed the bio cards?? maybe im late but i swear they say different stuff now

Ultimate Hacker

Jett Dawson

— apart from your totally different talents, it wasn't much of a surprise when you got together

— after all, they say that opposites attract, and jett is literally the biggest extrovert known to man

— as a golden retriever representative, he is a big softie and finds everything you do adorable

— after his accident, staying out of the spotlight just fueled the public to spew more criticism

— and as you know him, you're sure he would just take it to heart and feel discouraged

— so unbeknownst to him, you did a bit of cleaning and filtered most of the comments on any news outlet so they'd be positive

— maybe it isn't the right thing to do, but it'd break you to see him sad, especially during this hard time for him

— besides shielding him, you help him maintain his energy by being there for him

— "whoahhh, should i buy the pink helmet with kitty cat ears?? what do you say?"

— "i guess you could, it looks nice"

Ulysses Wilhelm

— ulysses always had a dislike for computers

— he admits they have some good uses, but what if people will come to rely on them way too much?

— when he first met you, he addressed those doubts and questioned you

— "so.. you say you're the ultimate hacker...", he scribbles in his notebook rigorously

— "yep.. that's what i do"

— "are computers not becoming a bigger danger day to day, by threatening the human intellect?"

— wow... he's kind of imposing... but as little as you are, you can still hold your own if it's about your talent

— "it's not necessarily my business what other people do... but as a hacker, i need to use my intellect... otherwise i wouldn't be an ultimate"

— he was definitely intrigued and needed to hear more

— after this short encounter, you excused yourself in a tiny voice and fleed a bit embarrassed

Desmond Hall

— this is how your relationship blossomed, just talks about computers that spiraled into different topics

— "wow, an ultimate hacker? that's a cool talent to have. useful too"

— "you think so? people usually assume i do exclusively bad stuff..."

— "well, you don't seem like a bad person to me. i'm sure you only do good"

— even now, after getting together, you still think of what he told you

— you love how he always manages to bring out the best in people, his mindset is what helped you become more of an optimist

— when desmond thinks your screen time for the day is too high, he brings you to see him practice

— he sees how you seem to admire his bow particularly more than the other weapons he uses

— so, he takes it as a sign that you're interested and asks if you'd like to give it a try

— you're pretty reluctant, after all this is nowhere near your area of expertise

— desmond reassures you and helps you shoot your first arrow by placing his hands on yours

— and would you look at that, it's not in that bad of a spot on the target

— "how about you teach me something next time? deal?", he smiles fondly at you