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friendship2503 · 1 year ago

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Australian Beach Holiday

Orko and his toddler sister Furaha were on holiday in Sunshine Coast, Australia. In the hotel they booked, it was still early in the morning, and it was turning out to be a lovely sunny day. Orko and Furaha were still asleep in the soft, crisp white cotton bed in their hotel room, and all seemed peaceful as the wind blew gently, causing the curtains to wave like ghosts in the dead of night.

Furaha was the first to wake up. She ran over to the window and looked out. It was a lovely, sunny day - just right for going down to the beach! Furaha leapt back onto the bed and tried crawling all over Orko to wake him up, but he just turned over sleepily. So, Furaha knew what she must do: she tickled Orko awake, to which he sat up and and tiredly laughed, “Oh. So you’ve woken me up, eh?” He yawned and scratched his knickerless bottom. “Alright, I’m up, I’m up,” Orko said as he floated out of bed and went to brush his unseen teeth.

Once Orko had done his morning routine, he said to Furaha, “I know! Why don’t we go down to the beach today?” “YAY!” Furaha cheered. She loved playing on the beach. “But first we need to go to the supermarket in town.” Furaha’s face fell. She was so looking forward to going to the beach. “I’m going to just get a little surprise for our picnic.” Furaha instantly beamed. She loved surprises! “Well, no time to waste, come on, let’s get a move on.”

Furaha and Orko went to the Woolworths supermarket in the middle of town. It wasn’t too busy at this time of morning, as everything was amazingly quiet. As well as the ‘surprise’ meant for their picnic, Orko and Furaha got a few other items as well: milk, cheese, eggs, sausages, bacon, bread, carrots, apples and a nice box of chocolates for a good little girl like Furaha.

At the checkout, Furaha couldn’t help staring at the bear-shaped charity box on the counter. “No, Furaha, it’s not a toy, it’s a charity box,” reminded Orko. Instead of throwing a tantrum, Furaha took it all in, realising she can’t just steal things from the supermarket if there was any need to.

When they went out of the supermarket and back to the hotel, Orko praised Furaha for being a good little cub. “You are so good, little Furaha. Good enough to deserve a halo on the top of your head!” Orko clicked his fingers and, due to his magic, a golden halo appeared above Furaha’s head, which then melted like butter over a stove. Furaha giggled. How funny it was to watch Orko perform magic! “I hope it doesn’t melt all over the groceries,” Orko hoped to himself, then he spoke to Furaha. “Okay, so when we get back, we’ll unload the shopping, and then, we’ll head down onto the beach!” Furaha bounced up and down in excitement. She was so looking forward to going to the beach!

Once Furaha and Orko had got back to the hotel and unloaded all the groceries, they went down onto the beach to have some real fun. Furaha ran ahead of Orko, squealing with delight. “Slow down!” shouted Orko, “I can’t float that fast!” When Furaha finally reached the sand, she jumped up and down wildly. She had finally reached the beach! “You win again, Furaha,” puffed Orko as Furaha giggled, “Now, let me put some zinc suncream on you.”

Orko produced three sticks of zinc suncream from his sleeve: two for Furaha and one for him. First, he applied the blue and green zinc suncream to Furaha’s body. When he had finished, he looked like a real tribescub. Orko applied some purple zinc suncream to his arms (thank god he was wearing a small T-shirt) and his ears, but due to him having no legs, he decided to leave it out.

The two friends decided to build sandcastles together. Furaha had a bit of trouble making her sandcastle, but Orko was on hand to help. The two friends built a magnificent castle together, complete with shell and seaweed decorations. However, they were very careful to avoid the wobbly jellyfish trapped in the sand. So they jumped over them. For a toddler, Furaha was extra cautious. Orko even dug a moat around the castle so that the seawater can splash into it.

Next, they decided to paddle in the waves. Orko and Furaha played a game called ‘Ready, Steady, Go’ where Orko said “Ready…steady…” and when he yelled “GO!” the tide would at the right time come in and Furaha would jump over the waves. Orko clapped his hands and cheered for his little soldier, as she was very good at jumping in the waves. When he had the chance, Orko and Furaha would splash each other in the water, enjoying the frivolity of the ocean waves. When they returned to their beach blanket, Orko told Furaha about how far the sea is reaching back to the UK from Australia, and how many miles it takes for Australian people to reach the UK from that beach. Furaha was amazed. She hadn’t read all those toddler-friendly Australian fact books for nothing, specifically ones with Spot and the Mr Men. She found Australia a bright, sunny and hot place.

After a whole day of playing in the sea and on the sand, the two settled down to have lunch. It was a remarkable spread: cheese sandwiches, bottles of water, carrot sticks, apple slices and bananas, plus chocolates since Furaha was a good cub in the supermarket earlier. The two tucked in, and boy was it delicious. They had to be very careful that the crabs scuttling past didn’t pinch them. “That’s what crabs like to do,” explained Orko to Furaha, “Pinch stuff. And they’re very naughty at pinching.” That made Furaha giggle. Orko had a great sense of humor.

It was after the picnic, which they shared, that Orko presented his surprise to Furaha from out of the picnic basket: two ‘99 Flakes, which he found in the frozen food section of the supermarket earlier. Furaha was so excited, she gave a squeal of joy. The two tucked into their ice creams. As with any toddler, Furaha got an ice creamy mess all down her tummy and all over her face. What a good thing Orko had some wet wipes on hand. And what a good thing they happened to smell of tropical flowers and fruits.

After they were full up from their lunch, Orko settled down with Furaha to read her G’Day, Spot. Furaha loved this simple book, because in it, Spot met all the animals in the outback, and being mute, she could already say the names of each of the Outback animals as Orko pointed them out. A major highlight was when Orko pointed to the kangaroo on one of the pages, and Furaha pointed away from the book and said, “Kengaloo!” At first Orko didn’t realise it, but then he looked up, and there it was. A lovely, bouncy kangaroo digging in the sand. “You’re right, Furaha, it is a kangaroo!” said Orko. The two watched as the kangaroo went bouncy bouncy bouncy across the beach, and then out of sight as Furaha waved goodbye.

But Furaha needn’t have worried, for Orko used his magic to turn her hind paws into kangaroo feet so she can bounce. The two had a wonderful time bouncing across the beach, being extra careful to avoid

The sun was setting by the time Orko brought Furaha back to the hotel. He tucked her into bed and kissed her goodnight, stroking her soft fur. Then Orko went to the balcony outside the hotel room and looked at the sun setting slowly in the orange sky. “What a day I’ve had,” he said calmly, “If only we had more days like this. Then, I would feel so happy.”

Orko went to brush his teeth and wash his shadowed face, then put on a clean pair of flowery white pyjamas and snuggled down right beside Furaha. Well, mate, that’s one Australian holiday story done for today. But I assure you, sport, there’ll be more coming soon. Just you wait and see!

#fanfic #wholesome

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ceciliannewithane · 2 months ago

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Chapter 2

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Hesitantly, Arabella turned the handle.

The brass was cold beneath her fingers, smooth and worn by years of nervous hands just like hers. For a second, she thought about turning around, pretending she had the wrong classroom, maybe running all the way back home. But then the door gave way with a long, reluctant groan, the sound slicing through the quiet like a rusty hinge on an old secret.

Every conversation, every scribble of chalk, every faint giggle—stopped.

Eleven heads turned in unison, as though pulled by an invisible string. A dozen curious, wide, blinking eyes locked onto her like spotlights. She could feel the weight of their stares pressing into her like hands on her shoulders, holding her in place.

She froze.

The room felt like it was tilting slightly sideways. For one suspended second, she couldn't breathe. Her pulse roared in her ears, louder than the silence in the room. Her cheeks flushed hot, and a sticky kind of self-consciousness crawled across her skin.

Yes, she was late. Unmistakably, undeniably late.

Standing at the front of the room was the teacher, mid-sentence until she had interrupted him. He was of average height, though the wiry stretch of his limbs made him seem taller—almost like someone had stretched him out with too little care. His arms and legs moved with a jerky kind of grace, like a marionette just a little too used. A thick, dark brown French moustache curled extravagantly beneath his nose, casting shadows over his mouth and giving his otherwise ordinary face a kind of unexpected drama. He peered at her over thin wire-rimmed spectacles with an expression that was more sigh than frown—a tired mixture of irritation and the kind of detached amusement worn by someone used to mild chaos.

Arabella's eyes drifted across the classroom, taking in the rows of desks, the scuffed wooden floor, the patchy chalkboard with its barely legible scrawl.

Most of the faces looking back at her were blurry memories from long ago—kids she might've once built sandcastles with or raced down hallways. Ghosts from the time before London. But then—there. Jane. Her old best friend. Jane Andrews.

Arabella's breath hitched. Jane's brows furrowed, her mouth parting in surprise as she glanced to the girls beside her, then back at Arabella. Recognition sparked, but so did uncertainty.

The other girls looked familiar in that once-upon-a-time sort of way, except for one—she had a mane of wild red hair that looked as though it had never once submitted to a brush, and a constellation of freckles scattered across her nose and cheeks. Her eyes were wide and curious, and there was something alive behind them, like the flicker of candlelight in a windstorm. Arabella didn't know her at all.

The teacher cleared his throat. "Class," he announced, voice clipped and dry. "It appears we have a new student. Come to the front and introduce yourself, please."

Arabella's stomach dropped. Her hands clenched at her sides.

She took a slow, reluctant step forward, the wooden floorboards creaking beneath her shoes. Her long chestnut hair spilled forward over her shoulders like ribbons of silk, swinging with every movement. She kept her chin low, trying not to meet any of the eyes still following her every motion.

Every step felt like walking a tightrope. A hundred invisible strings tugged at her—memories, nerves, the cold realization that she didn't quite know where she fit in anymore.

When she reached the front, she looked up.

"I'm Arabella. Or Belle," she said softly, her voice steadier than she felt. "I used to live here... until I was nine. Then I moved to London. And now I'm back."

She offered a small smile. It was neat, practiced. Polite. But it didn't reach her eyes.

On the boys' side of the room, a low whisper stirred. Arabella turned just in time to catch Billy Andrews—Jane's older brother—leaning over to murmur something to a sandy-haired boy she vaguely recognized. Both were grinning. That particular kind of grin boys wore when they thought they were funny and clever and cruel all at once.

Arabella didn't need to hear the words. She knew that grin. It had chased her down hallways before.

"Well, find a seat then!" Mr. Phillips snapped, tone already over it.

A ripple of snickering spread like a virus among the boys.

Arabella's chest tightened. She scanned the rows quickly and spotted the only empty desk—right beside Jane. Thank God.

She walked quickly, gratefully, and slipped into the seat as quietly as she could.

Jane offered her a cautious smile. There was something guarded about it, but it was real. Arabella smiled back, some of the tension in her shoulders easing.

Mr. Phillips turned back to the board. Arithmetics was scribbled in jagged letters. Arabella sighed in relief. Numbers were safe. Predictable. Unlike people.

But even as she tried to lose herself in the familiar comfort of math, she couldn't ignore the whispers. The glances. The eyes darting to her and away again. Jane kept sneaking peeks at her too, then looking down just as quickly.

It felt like being under a microscope. Every breath monitored. Every pencil scratch a judgment.

When lunch was announced, Arabella didn't move. She stayed seated, slowly packing her things like someone stalling for time. She didn't want to stand up and realize she had nowhere to go.

Then, out of nowhere—

"Bells! I can't believe you're back!"

The voice was like music.

Jane's arms wrapped around her in a hug so tight it nearly knocked the air out of her. Arabella hugged back, the sudden warmth and familiarity making her eyes sting.

"Come on," Jane said, already tugging her forward. "You have to meet the girls."

They crossed the room toward a corner where a group of desks had been rearranged and covered with a blanket like a little tent. Jane ducked inside, motioning for Arabella to follow.

Inside, the air was filled with giggles and the rustle of paper lunch sacks.

"I'm Josie. Josie Pye," said a blonde girl with picture-perfect curls and a smile sharp enough to cut glass. "That's Diana, Tillie, Ruby—and of course, Jane."

Arabella smiled nervously. "I'm Arabella. Or Belle," she added, glancing at Jane.

Her gaze shifted to the red-haired girl, who sat with perfect posture and a gleam in her eye.

"And you are?"

The girl beamed. "Anne Shirley-Cuthbert," she said, with all the drama of a stage actress. "It is truly a scrumptious pleasure to meet you. I vow to be the most loyal and imaginative friend you've ever had."

Arabella blinked. Then she laughed—a real, surprised sound. Jane giggled too, covering her mouth.

Before anyone could respond, a sharp bang on the window made them all jump.

Billy Andrews again.

He stood grinning like a wolf on the other side of the glass, breath fogging the pane. Anne shrank back, pulling her knees close to her chest.

Jane rolled her eyes and pushed open the window a crack.

"Hey there, Bells," Billy said, dragging out the nickname like it was some kind of joke. Jane's jaw clenched.

"I haven't seen you in forever," he added, smug. "Which is why I'm inviting you to my hockey game Saturday."

He winked.

Arabella gagged. "Jane. I didn't realize Billy grew up to be even more insufferable."

Jane groaned. "He thinks he's charming. He's... not."

"Oh, and tomorrow," Jane said quickly, changing the subject. "We're all meeting after school—Josie's planning a game of spin the bottle. You should totally come."

Arabella was about to answer when a voice interrupted—soft, but carrying.

"How come no one invited me?"

Anne.

Everyone turned. Her face was pink, clearly flustered.

Diana opened her mouth, but Josie cut her off.

"Maybe I just didn't want to," she said with a smile too sweet to be kind.

Jane looked away. Arabella felt the room shift—colder now.

Diana cleared her throat. "Anne, you can come with me."

Anne smiled shyly. Josie rolled her eyes and made a cuckoo motion behind Diana's back. Ruby and Tillie giggled, not even trying to hide it.

Then—the bell. Loud and harsh. Moody Spurgeon, arms crossed, looked smug by the rope.

Spelling.

Belle's least favorite.

Mr. Phillips returned with Prissy Andrews in tow, flushed and breathless.

"We begin our Christmas spelling bee," he announced, eyeing Prissy like he was starring in his own tragic love story.

The class groaned.

"Miss a word, you sit. Last one standing wins."

Tillie misspelled "refrigerated." Sat down. Laughter.

Then Belle's turn.

"Neighbour," Mr. Phillips barked.

"N-E-I-G-H-B-O-U—"

"Wrong," he snapped. "That's the British spelling. You silly girl."

Laughter again. Her cheeks burned. Billy was mimicking her across the room, dramatic and cruel.

The rest of the day passed in a blur.

As she grabbed her bag, she heard it—Billy's voice.

"I bet I can kiss the new girl first."

"Spin the bottle doesn't count though!"

They laughed.

Not Belle. Not Arabella.

Just "new girl."

And that was when she knew.

She absolutely, entirely, completely hated Billy Andrews.

#1890s #anne of green gables #anne with an e #billy andrews #gilbert blythe

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traveldumps · 3 months ago

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Mico T. Eway|BSBA—FM 1st year college| Diaz College| GE5—BLOG

Exploring Basay, Negros Oriental

Traveling to Basay, Negros Oriental with my cousins was one of the most memorable experiences we've ever had together. From the moment we packed our bags and loaded them into the car, we knew we were in for an adventure. The road trip itself was already full of fun — we sang along to our favorite songs, shared snacks, and told stories that had everyone laughing the whole way. As we drove through the winding roads of Negros, we were greeted by breathtaking views of lush mountains, rice fields, and glimpses of the ocean that hinted at the beauty waiting for us in Basay.

When we finally arrived, the peaceful and laid-back vibe of the town instantly made us feel at home. We spent our days exploring the beautiful beaches, where the water was so clear and calm that we could see small fish swimming around us. We swam for hours, built sandcastles, and took tons of photos with the stunning sunset in the background. One afternoon, we had a picnic by the shore with fresh seafood we bought from the local market — it was simple but delicious, and eating together made it even more special.

At night, we stayed up late playing games, stargazing, and just talking about anything and everything. There was something magical about being away from the noise of the city and just enjoying each other’s company in such a peaceful place. We even made plans to come back again someday, maybe with more family members so they could experience it too. That trip to Basay wasn’t just a getaway — it was a time for reconnecting, creating memories, and strengthening the bond we all share as cousins.

#traveldumps

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beef-brisket · 2 months ago

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He wanted to roll his eyes at the play on words, but he couldn't. Lucifer wasn't the first guy he's blown, but he was the first one to reach so far down. It actually felt good. Pleasurable. But Adam didn't want to question it. He wanted to please Lucifer. So badly.

Pressing his lips firmly around Lucifer's cock, Adam pushed his tongue up, so it would drag along that thick curve under Lucifer's cock.

He was drowning in the kings noises, his moans, and the way his breath hitched. He didn't want air if this is what he was getting in return.

Adam moaned and closed his throat around Lucifer's cock. When he was rewarded with a gasp and faster thrusts, his eyes rolled back.

Lucifer: F-Fuck, Addie~. You better be ready for me- I'm so fucking close~.

Adam shuddered in excitement. He wanted his cum so badly.

Lucifer: You're going to swallow it, baby~. All of it~. B-Be a good boy- and swallow- it all~!

After a few harder thrusts, Lucifer pushed his cock deeper and deeper until he couldn't. He had to cover his mouth to stop his noises as he came. It felt like a dam had finally broken. And Lucifer loved every second of it.

Lucifer: F-Fuck...~.

Eventually, he slid his dick out of Adam's mouth. It was almost a surprise when the first man didn't say anything. He only lied on the towel, panting.

The king smirked, feeling proud of himself.

Charlie: Dad! Where are you?! You just HAVE to come see the sandcastle Vaggie and I built!

Lucifer: Coming hun!

Standing, Lucifer tucked himself away. Once he started to walk away, Adam finally said something.

Adam: Hey! T-The fuck-?! Where are you going?! What about me?!

Lucifer couldn't help but laugh. The first man looked so offended, sitting there in the sand. Without a second thought, Lucifer snapped his fingers, and a bottle of sunblock fell into Adam's lap.

Picking it up, Adam glared at it for a moment before waving it at Lucifer: The fuck-?

Lucifer: Make sure you really rub it in, Addie~. We wouldn't want you to melt~.

Charlie: Dad?!

Lucifer: Coming pumpkin!

Adam squeezed the bottle as he glared at Lucifer, walking off like nothing happened. He didn't stop until he felt the plastic split under his fingers.

Adam: That motherfucker.

✨️Beach Day✨️

@things-arent-what-they-seem66

To say these last few months have been stressful was an understatement. It's been hell. In every sense of the word.

Not only has Charlie been overworking herself since not only finding out that redemption is possible but also because the first man himself somehow survived his injuries and fell to Hell. Making him a permanent- although reluctant- guest at the hotel.

Unfortunately, the king and the first man hadn't been getting on as well as Lucifer had hoped- although he's not surprised.

Adam's definitely as much of a handful as Lucifer remembers. Maybe even more so now.

To say Heaven has been kind to him was a lie. They'd been pampering the bastard to the point that he's basically just a needy, 10ft baby.

So, Lucifer took it upon himself to get into his daughters good graces- and throw that dear bastard down a peg- he booked a big day out with Beelzebub for the whole hotel. Yes, the WHOLE hotel, including that weird maid and... Alastor. As much as Lucifer didn't want to see him in a bathing suit of any kind.

After gathering everyone into the lobby, Lucifer stood proud of a few of the first steps on the staircase to the second floor- just to add some extra height. As everyone gathered around, he smiled. The king may or may not like being the centre of attention. But that isn't important right now.

Charlie: Alright, everyone! Dad has a special surprise for everyone! Don't you, dad?

Lucifer: That I do, duckling! So, since everyone has been working so hard- well, mostly everyone- but that's not important. I have been in touch with a very, very, VERY good friend of mine-!

Adam: Get on with it, short ass!

The king glared at Adam as the first man smirked at him. It didn't help when a few people chuckled. There was one thing that really pissed the king off about Adam- he demanded the spotlight just as much as Lucifer, if not more.

Lucifer: Thank you, Adam, for your unwelcome input. Anyway, as I was saying-.

Adam: Maybe try and wrap it up a little quicker, goonie. I've got shit to do.

Charlie: Adam, please-.

Vaggie: Don't worry sweetie, I'll handle him.

Adam: Ha! Handle me?! You couldn't even handle a fucking sinner on a good day let along me the first fucking man, bitch!

Vaggie: I have HAD IT with you-!

Lucifer: ENOUGH!

Everyone stopped moving when Lucifer's horns and wings came out. He bathed in their fear for a moment before collecting himself and returning to normal. And, of course, Adam didn't look at all intimidated.

Lucifer: ...We're going to the beach! In Gluttony!

The king smiled as his pride returned. Everyone cheered and clapped. Even Husk had a small smile on his face.

Charlie: So- usually, sinners can't leave the Pride Ring, but dad pulled a few strings and managed to get you all down there for a day!

As everyone left to pack their bags, Angel and Adam went to the bar to raid it for bottles to bring with them.

Angel: We can't get caught, big guy. If Char sees us, we'd be in shit Creek!

Adam scoffed: You'd be in shit Creek, you mean. Girlie loves me! Besides, we can just hide most of these in your ass with how well-used it is.

Angel: Fuck off, asshole!

Husk: The fuck are you two doing?

The two sinners spun around. Adam had two whiskeys in his hands, while Angel had one vodka, two wines, and a tequila.

Angel: Uh... refreshments?

Husk: ...You'll need glasses.

The sinner smiled widely at each other as Husk helped them out. He even took one of Alastor's expensive bottled from the top shelf.

Once everyone was in the limo, Lucifer sighed, already feeling exhausted by whatever trouble this lot would get up to. But when his daughter rubbed his shoulder and smiled at him, he knew it was worth it to see Charlie happy.

Charlie: Let's go, dad.

Lucifer: Coming, duckling!

Once the two royals were in the car, they drove towards the highway. From the passenger seat, Lucifer could look at a screen that watched everyone in the back of the car. It looked like everyone was in good spirits. For now.

Lucifer: So uh... hun, apple, duckling, light of my life- are we going to ignore the fact Angel's beach bag was clinking?

Charlie chuckled: It's okay, dad, I'm sure it's just... a water bottle or something.

The king didn't feel too confident, but he won't push it. He was determined for this day to go well.

Glancing back at the screen, his eyes went to Adam, who was scrolling on his phone and laughing with Angel.

Lucifer didn't trust him. Not today. It felt like Adam was up to something- which was probably giving the first man too much credit, but there was definitely something going on.

Angel: So... we doing it today~?

Adam smirked: Duh. Shorty ain't gonna know what hit him.

Angel: Ha! Your ass on his cock, is what's going to hit him~.

Adam laughed: Shut up, bitch!

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cfr749 · 3 years ago

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Chenford Fic Master List

So of course you could go to my AO3 author page for this, but then you wouldn’t have the fun emojis or my 37th iteration of these fic descriptions, and I’d have to find something else to pin to the top of my page...

GIF Credit: @timandlucy (I will never stop loving this set of gifs; the gifs that just keep on giving 😂)

Beneath Your Beautiful | WIP | Multichapter | Rated M | Angsty, Steamy, Fun 😭🥵😂

Imagine a world where Tim and Lucy hadn’t been there to support each other through their toughest moments. Who would they be? And what would happen if they met those versions of each other in a very unconventional way?

Alternate Universe (AU) w/ incorporation of aspects of canon through S4.

Lucy wants to be there for Tim after they leave the hospice in 4x09, but things go further than either is prepared to handle.

Set post 4x09 - S4 AU.

Tim and Lucy get trapped in a sauna. It’s hot in there.

Set post S4.

FWB. Lucy is wicked. Tim wants more.

Set post S4.

Lucy doesn’t want to miss another chance to tell Tim how she feels.

Set post S4.

The undercover kiss we deserve.

Set post 4x03.

Nyla convinces a reluctant Tim and Lucy to work together on an undercover mission. Things don’t go as planned.

Set post training.

Lucy and Tim are roped into going on a reality tv competition show with an unexpected and potentially career-ruining twist. Hate reality TV? Give it a shot [for the children]; it may be different than what you’re expecting!

Set post S3.

They can ignore the attraction between them... until they can’t.

Extension of Hit Me Baby (One More Time).

Set post 1x03 + post 1x09 - S1 AU.

[Possibly Inappropriate] Sparring + [Shameless] Objectification + [A Sprinkle of] Feels

Set post 1x03.

Lucy reels after someone close to her is hurt, and Tim struggles with how to support her in the aftermath. They both grapple with the realization that their relationship may be changing.

Set post S3.

Lucy is done denying herself.

Standalone or alt (read: smutty) version of Ch 8 in Safe Place to Hide. Set post S3.

We Built Sandcastles | WIP | Multi-Chapter | Rated M (with touches of E) | Angsty, Mystery, Emotional 😭🧐❤️

A mysterious threat from Tim’s past jeopardizes the life he and Lucy have begun to build together.

Sequel to Safe Place to Hide. Set post S3.

Lucy’s Little Secret Complete | Short Story | 6k | Rated T | Sweet, Fluffy, Fun 🥰🤗😂

Tim finds out about the hot TO fantasies Lucy had as a rookie.

Set a few years post training.

We Used to Be Friends Complete | Multi-Chapter | 13k | Rated T | Angsty, Emotional, Sweet 😭❤️🥰

Lucy and Tim struggle to connect once she’s no longer his rookie. It hurts more than either could have anticipated.

Set post training - S3 AU.

An unexpected moment of vulnerability in the parking garage brings Lucy and Tim closer together. Set post 3x06

Lucy has some doubts before leaving on her UC mission.

Set before 3x14.

Lucy attempts a prank that doesn’t go as planned.

3x09 spec / theory.

Lucy’s POV on the confrontation between Tim and Isabel at the hospital.

Missing scene from 1x03.

#the rookie #chenford #the rookie fic #chenford fanfiction #see lana write #the rookie fanfiction #chenford fic #the rookie fanfic #chenford fanfic

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violetsandfluff · 3 years ago

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Are you still taking requests for shawn? If so could you please write an imagine about single dad Shawn going on a holiday with his 3 year old daughter and his parents and sister and maybe his daughter runs off and they can’t find her for a couple hours?

Aww 🥺 ofc bb that’s so cute! This actually kinda choked me up, but in a good way. 🙈

I’m gonna call the baby Charm because in one interview, he said if he was a girl he’d name himself Charm. I couldn’t find it, but if anyone knows what it is, please tell me!! TW : running away? Also a bit of language.

“Charm, bubby,” Shawn laughed, pointing at his little sister. “Smile for auntie Liyah.”

Charm was dressed in a colorful floral bathing suit that was still dripping and full of sand. Her hair was done in twin Minnie Mouse buns, per her request, and thanks to Aliyah. She wore tiny, seemingly invincible stud earrings that shone in the afternoon sun.

Shawn pointed at the phone that Aaliyah was holding and Charm grinned at it, her little nose wrinkling, eyes squinting at the bright sun. Shawn’s hands were on her shoulders and he couldn’t help but love the energy his little girl was emitting.

As soon as the picture was taken, she ran toward the tide as it swelled up to the shore. She toppled over with its force and Shawn scooped her up, patting her back as she spluttered from the saltwater.

“Charm, honey, we can’t go in the water right now,” he explained gently as he rubbed more sunscreen into his daughter’s damp cheeks. “You don’t want to get hurt.”

As soon as he finished, she ran to a patch of sand and began drawing in it with a stick.

Shawn and Charm were on vacation with his family in Florida. They had been to Disney the day before and now they were at the beach. Charm was thoroughly enjoying every moment she spent out in the heat, something that was hardly achievable back home in Toronto.

Her cheeks, nose, shoulders, and forehead were pink from the sun, but not completely burnt. She looked like the sun’s angel beams had flown out of the sky and kissed her. All over. And she loved it.

She, Shawn, and Aaliyah had built a sandcastle during low tide and she had been obsessed with it.

The group of 5 was pleased with how their vacation had been going thus far. There had been a few minor hiccups along the way, but no lake (or ocean) was ever completely smooth.

Charm had run off to meet Rapunzel at Disney World and had Shawn not reached for her hand at that exact moment, she would have been claimed as a victim by the ruthless herds of children in the area.

He had taken his parent sense for granted, assuming that Charm would stick with Aaliyah wherever she went.

The sun was beginning to set, the tide was coming back in, and the beach’s family hours were over. The adults were in a hurry to pack up to avoid adult time.

Shawn pulled a plain white T-shirt over his damp curls before folding up his family’s towels.

Karen was busy packing up the snacks, Manny was collapsing the umbrella, and Aaliyah was folding up chairs.

They got their things together and started walking the distance to the exit. Shawn was cramming the beach bag full of various towels and sunscreen bottles as he walked, which Aaliyah found incredibly amusing. She waddled up behind him, shouting, “Boo!”

Shawn dropped his bag before hurling a dirty glance at his teenage sister.

“Sorry, she giggled. “That was meant for…wait.”

“What?” Shawn panicked, looking around. He didn’t like his sister’s tone. He was missing something. “Meant for what, Liyah? Talk to me.”

“Shawn,” she breathed, “where is Charm?”

Shawn’s heart sank in his chest. “Charm!” He dropped his bags at her feet and took off running, cussing himself out internally. He told himself how shitty a father he was. He didn’t even notice his child going missing. There were tons of adults streaming in the gates now as the sun set.

They had alcohol. God damn, some of the creepy ones were probably already wasted. Shawn’s heart beat at an almost unprecedented rate. It pumped no blood, only adrenaline.

“Charm!”

People were starting to look at him funny, but he didn’t give a fuck or anything less. All he wanted was his daughter. In his arms. Safe. Back in the hotel room, her warm, sleepy body resting comfortably on his chest as he sang her a lullaby.

He shoved rudely past people as tears pricked his eyes, threatening to fall. He shook his head to clear it as he ran, shaking some tears off his cheeks.

This resembled a nightmare, he thought as he slowed down. His side ached horribly. It felt as if a dagger had been stabbed through him. He clutched it as his head throbbed, gasping desperately for air.

This was what his nightmares were made of. There was no way in hell this was real. He could just sit down in the sand and bury himself and wake up eventually. Charm would be right there, snuggled up beside him in her Moana blanket, holding her stuffed elephant by its butt.

But if he wasn’t willing to find her, what the fuck business did he have being a father? None.

He tore off to where he thought their chairs had been, pushing a group of four out of the way. There were two older people and two younger people, but he thought not much of it.

The women were talking frantically on the phone while the men looked dazed. Wasted pedophiles, thought Shawn in disgust.

What if he never found his little girl? There would be no point in living. Eventually his body, like hers, would be located. And so be it.

He heard Charm’s voice everywhere, calling, “Daddy! Daddy, I’m right here!” The thought of her alone, crying for him in the dark made his heart ache.

He became aware of footsteps running soundly behind him, but he thought it was a hallucination. He would run all around the globe millions and billions of times just to see his daughter’s sweet smile again.

“You! In the white shirt and navy swim trunks!”

Shawn turned around to see the young man from earlier. Out of breath, he just stared at the man for a second before moaning feverishly, “I’m sorry, sir, I’ve gotta go find my daughter!”

“No! We have your daughter.”

A million thoughts raced through Shawn’s mind. Either these people were good, kind souls or they had kidnapped Charm and expected him to pay them ransom.

He would give them his every penny, his home, his everything as long as he could see his daughter. And keep her forever.

“Charm is her name,” despite his brusque stance, he seemed genuine. “She has a floral bathing suit and she said you were her dad.

Shawn ran toward her, arms spread open wide, and engulfed her in a huge hug. Tears streamed down his face as he kissed her profusely.

“Charm,” he breathed, “where were you, Junebug?”

She pointed to the remains of her sandcastle. “Daddy, why are you crying?” She took his hands in hers and patted them gently as if consoling him.

Scooping her up, he said nothing, just nuzzled his nose into her neck. “I’m just happy I found you, sweetheart, that’s all.”

“If you’re happy, why are you crying?”

He was about to explain the complexity of post-puberty emotions when his eyes fell upon the family she had found.

There was a tall, fit man with chocolate-colored curls, a dark-haired girl in a bikini, and two older adults. They had set up right where Shawn’s family had been.

“You’re smart, Charmer,” Shawn said breathlessly before turning to the family. “Thank you. Thank you so much. How can ever repay you?”

“I could use a beer right about now,” the brusque man stated gruffly before bursting out laughing.

“Oh,” scoffed his wife. “Don’t pay my husband any mind. We’ve got a cooler full of it right here.”

Shawn chuckled, wiping tears from the corners of his eyes. “Ha. Can I please…” he reached into his pocket in search of his wallet before realizing that it wasn’t in his swim trunks. “If you’ll let me go get my wallet, I can…”

“No,” the older man said, waving his hand in the air. “No need. She’s a good girl.”

Shawn laughed dryly. “Good girl, huh?”

Charm began tugging on his arm, dragging him toward his panicked family that had regrouped by the exit.

“I feel horrible,” he said m. “Please. Let me…”

“Nope. Bye now, have a nice night!”

Shawn shook his head as he walked away, Charm skipping ahead. They walked away into the dark parking lot, Charm chattering all the way.

Shawn’s breath was still shaky from the scare and he was still beating himself up internally, but his daughter was in his arms, in his lap, right where she belonged.

#🦢💌#🫧 anon #Shawn mendes #dad!shawn #Shawn mendes blurb #Shawn mendes imagine #Shawn mendes Saturday #dad!shawn blurb #dad!shawn is my new favorite 🥺#flutterfly alley #yellow 💛 heart

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lilac-5ky · 3 years ago

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☀️ Day at the Beach with Joui 4 ☀️

A/N: It's getting warmer huh. Summer is right around the corner and while I hate going to the beach, I love myself some headcanons about Joui 4. I admit it, I just wanted an excuse to write about beach time with Takasugi. Anyways!

Warning: No warnings actually, this is completely SFW, just pure fluff and wholesomeness.

🍦 Gintoki 🍦

At first he'd be lazy about going all the way to the beach, no surprise here. Considering the heat though, it wouldn't be too hard for you to convince him and soon enough, you'd be on his scooter, feeling the hot summer wind against your hair while he drove you to the beach.

The first thing you'd do upon reaching the beach would be to search for the nearest parfait shop. If you are thinking that Gintoki isn't bringing either chocolate parfait or ice cream to the water with him, you are mistaken. He would even bring one of those floating trays with him, just for his dessert.

Would swim but wouldn't be super into swimming. More like casually floating in the water next to you while eating. Good luck convincing him that eating while in the sea can be dangerous. He'd counter argue anything you'd say on the issue and if you insisted, you'd be in it for a splash war. His parfait would get all messed up but seeing the look on your face would be worth it. Kinda. You are still buying him more sweets on the way home.

Gintoki would be up for most beach activities, if you asked him and he wasn't feeling too lazy. I can see him being into rackets or another type of game that didn't necessarily involve water. A nasty thing I can see him doing, is burrying you under the sand and then refusing to help you out for quite some time. Wouldn't let you burn alive but would annoy you like this. payback for the ruined parfait

What about sunscreen? Gintoki would help you apply sunscreeen on your back, but would insist on applying it to other areas as well ( ͡° ͜ʖ ͡°) He'd be so shameless and wouldn't bother hiding it, horny bonk for him.

Overall very fun and enjoyable day at the beach, 10/10 would try it again!

🏝️ Katsura 🏝️

He is the kind of person who would have E V E R Y T H I N G prepared in advance. How do you think he gets away from the Shinsengumi so easily, he is the epitome of thinking ahead, surprisingly enough. Of course the two of you would go to the beach either fairly early in the morning, or when the sun wouldn't be at its prime.

I can see him being up for pretty much anything. Picnic by the water? He's brought food. Sunbathing? He's brought both sunbeds and umbrellas and, sunscreen, of course. Swimming? Would you like an inflatable mattress or just a swim ring? both would have Elizabeth's face on them I really can't see Katsura as someone who'd go to the beach without preparing anything, unless he didn't know in advance. Or he simply forgot, because let's be honest, it is Katsura that we are talking about.

I feel like his thing would be sandcastles and he'd make anything from the most simple bucket looking castle to the most elaborate fortress. Man knows how to create a masterpiece and would probably spend his entire time working on it until the sun would set and the beach would go empty.

"Zura, it's time to go..."

"I'm nearly done, Y/N. And I'm not Zura, I'm Katsura." And that's about when a wave would come crashing, obliterating his creation in one go. You wouldn't say a thing, he wouldn't say a thing either, it was his fault that he built it so close to the shore. He'd simply get up, pack everything and that's how your day at the beach with him would come to an end.

What about sunscreen? Katsura would insist to apply it to you, for your own good of course. But, rubbing it on your nearly bare body like this would get him thinking and he might end up apologizing, completely flustered.

Fun day but his sand castle obsession could be off putting, although cute!

🌊 Tatsuma 🌊

Out of the four of them, Tatsuma would be the happiest to go to the beach with you. Man is in love with the sea, it's his second nature. He'd also be on the more prepared side of things, going as far as to even rent a boat for the day perhaps. If you insisted you wanted something smaller in order to avoid him puking, he wouldn't be too upset but he'd be sad at the missed opportunity. Still, Tatsuma is a very happy individual and would find another activitiy for the two of you.

Since cruising is out of the way, the next thing he would suggest would be surfing, or another water sport activitiy. I feel like he is the energetic type who would want to do something less idle than sitting outside the water sunbathing. He should be pretty good at water sports and if you weren't, he would insist on teaching you personally.

He'd be patient enough to show you how to do things but if you made mistakes, he'd laugh at you. Not in a mocking way, he'd just be so entertained by your mistakes and hey, who can blame him? Trying to balance on a board while a wave makes you drop head in the water is funny, right? Right?

After your failed attempts at surfing and him getting his sweet sea time, he'd offer to buy the two of you drinks, namely cocktails, the ones with the bazillion umbrellas on them. If you begun wondering how he'd managed to get his hands on such elaborate drinks, he'd simply laugh at you, stating that he had hired someone to make them. Looking around you, for the first time you'd notice that no one was nearby, no waiter, no bartender, not a single person in or out of the water.

"Oh? I booked the beach for the day." Followed by a laugh, that would be his answer as to how no one was around.

What about sunscreen? He would apply it to you, could even comment on the way your body looked in a swimsuit while doing so, but would forget to put sunscreen on himself. Oops.

Very fun day although by the end of it you'd be exhausted, if not wasted after so many cocktails.

🐚 Takasugi 🐚

First of all, congratulations for getting this man to go near the beach on his own accord. It's not that Takasugi hates the beach, it's more like that he hates the things associating with it. Hundreds of strangers being out and about, being all loud, tossing their trash in the water, little kids whining and the worst thing of all? The fact that he wouldn't be able to carry his sword in the water. Still, he would end up going with you at the end of the day. Literally the end of the day, when no one else would be around. And the beach would have to be a really secluded one where no one would see you.

You'd be so excited to be there with him, not in a million years would you imagine him agreeing to such a thing and if we are being fair, neither would he. Yet, something about your excited expression made him felt at ease and he'd warm up to the idea.

Going to the beach with Takasugi would involve you doing most things on your own while he'd watch. (designated personal items guard) If you wanted to swim then you'd have to do it on your own. If you wanted to build a sandcastle, then once again you'd have to do it on your own. Although he'd judge the final result. He'd let you do anything you liked, even if he refused to participate himself. He wouldn't want to get his yukata dirty and besides, he wouldn't even consider bringing a swimsuit. just jump in the water naked you piece of sh-

What Takasugi would probably do, would be going around the shore, his eyes glued on you as he smoked. You'd think he was mindlessly walking around but in reality, he'd be picking seashells. Once you'd be done with your swimming, you'd find him sitting at a rock near the water, toying with something between his fingers. Noticing you staring, he'd grab your hand, placing a pretty the prettiest he had found seashell inside your palm.

"It's said that they hold the secrets of the oceans and the distant songs of mermaids in them. Personally, I hear nothing but hollow wind. Stil, you can have it." Even if he tried to play it off, your heart would melt at the sound of his words. Takasugi is effortlessly romantic, even if he doesn't mean to say pretty things, his words will always make your heart skip a beat.

After receiving the ornament from him, any disappointment you previously had about him not joining you would fade away. The two of you would sit on that small rock, gazing at the stars while listening to the sound of the waves crashing onto the shore, until he'd decide it was time to go. So much for day at the beach, this turned out to be night at the beach. He'd bring you again to the beach if you asked him to, this time not opposing the idea too much.

What about sunscreen? Who wears sunscreen during the night! But, if next time you visited the beach it happened to be earlier and you asked him, he would help you apply it. Although, at the end, you'd be the one to get all flustered underneath his fingers.

If you ask me, night day at the beach with Takasugi is perfect. Sometimes it's not all about the water or the sand activities, sometimes the subtle beautiful things are enough. yes im a simp sue me

A/N: No one is surprised that his part was the biggest, right? Anyways, hopefully this was an enjoyable read and guys don't forget, now that summer is right around the corner, ALWAYS PUT SUNSCREEN ON! Just do it. Don't mindlessly tan yourselves till you look like Otae's egg rolls.

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glittercake · 4 years ago

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Masterlist of all my other Marvel pairings:

Fall if you want Sam/Bucky/Joaquín

"That kid's in love with you. You know that, right?" Bucky says later while they're browsing the menu at dinner.

"Joaquín? I wouldn't go that far," Sam says, sipping the complimentary wine. "Maybe he's got a crush."

Vacancy Sam/Nat/Bucky

"If he's looking at me, he's looking at you ten times harder," she tells him.

Sam looks at her, considering, then nods, "And… are we looking back?"

She smiles, "Maybe I am."

"Fuck. Yeah, I think I am too." He takes another sip of vodka, "This is possibly topping the list of Things I Didn't Know Would Happen After Thirty-Five for sure."

Body on fire Steve/Nat

He's afraid that once this is over—this pleasure, the simplicity of sex and getting off, and their naked bodies in each other's hands—everything else will filter back in. All the nightmares and the horrors and the blood and bodies. Being far from home, being alone, being angry. It will all come rushing back and drown them.

big leagues Sarah/Bucky

She smells real nice, flowery and sweet and it kind of makes Bucky's head buzz. He's not cool at all, he's a huge fumbling mess and has no actual idea how to act around a woman he's so attracted to. But he tries to keep his composure and do what he came here to do, which is to charm the hell out of Sarah Wilson because damn, he hasn't seen a smile like hers in a hot minute.

now that you're here Joaquín/Sam

And oh god. Okay. This was a mistake; Joaquín might not make it after all. He might just melt into a puddle of lust. He should have stayed in his lane and watched Rick and Morty like he planned to. Because now he's in the Falcon's hotel room, and what now, genius? What the hell now?

like a shadow Natasha/Steve

For all his strength and bulk, he becomes fragile when she wraps her arms around his shoulders and kisses his forehead as they sit there in the euphoric afterglow of it. She knows now how he manages to make himself so small to the world sometimes. It's an inside thing; it's a question of vulnerability.

touch me as I burn (set us all alight) Peggy/Steve/Natasha

"It is you. Both of you. You're gorgeous. I mean you—" he motions to Peggy, then to Natasha. "And you—jeez."

"Oh hush," Peggy says, then crooks her finger and beckons Steve to the bedroom with them.

He's sure he's going to wake up any second now because there is no way he'd ever get this lucky.

But it just keeps getting better.

we built sandcastles... Steve/Sam

Steve remembers tackling guys out of Sam's way and Sam's glorious touchdown that followed, the way they clung to each other as the crowd cheered and chanted their names. He remembers the joy and pride of hoisting Sam up on his shoulders to show off their star player. "Eyes on your best guy!" Coach always told them, as if Steve's eyes were ever elsewhere.

Most of all, Steve remembers the day he realized that what he felt for Sam wasn’t just admiration. It wasn’t just camaraderie, or respect or friendship. Everybody loved Sam Wilson.

Steve/Bucky under the cut:

we're trying for something that's already found us

Steve straddles his bike, he's about to start it and wallow on the ride home about yet another soulmate-less day, when he hears it.

"Goddamn, baby boy, take a ride on this."

in which you hear your soulmate's thoughts when they see you for the first time.

I'll hold on a little tighter (maybe you'll stay the night)

"No strings. I ain't got time for strings." Steve murmurs.

Bucky nods helplessly.

"Be discreet." Steve continues kissing his neck and talking, now also rubbing and squeezing his thigh. "Condoms, always. Back out anytime you want. And sweetheart—"

"Hm?" Bucky hums in a delirious daze as Steve works all the way down to his collarbone and bites, making Bucky jolt forward.

"I like it rough, don't do it any other way. If that ain't your thing, we gotta call it off right now."

EXHALE

��Listen, I’ve loved you for an entire lifetime." Steve tells him what they both already know, "I'm ready to go fifty more. But only you and I, just like this. Together. I won't do it any other way."

he don't say nothing but, baby makes his blue jeans talk

Steve pulls away and drags himself to the bathroom. He strips out of his shirt halfway down the hall and turns back around only to smirk at Bucky. God, he’s gorgeous, Bucky’s heart can hardly stand it.

“What’s for dinner? We eating out?”

Bucky leans against the wall and crosses his arms, watches Steve’s ass shift this way then that as he walks.

“I sure am.”

It earns him a discarded t-shirt to the head.

Or: Steve's ass looks so glorious in a pair of jeans, and even better out of it, that Bucky loses his chill.

Sweetest Thing

They do it. A few times. That's all.

Once Upon a Lifetime

Steve gets nostalgic about the 40s and Bucky takes him back there.

P I N K Series:

Steve considers him for a moment.

“Beg for it.”

Bucky makes a terribly helpless sound, “Fucksake! Steve, please?”

He grins, stares down at Bucky’s mouth as he says the words. He’s probably a dick for getting off on it, “Nicely.”

#masterlist #samantha writes #marvel #marvel ships

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amelinksanatomy · 4 years ago

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Can you write links first Father's day please

Father's Day

A/N: Had a few requests for this but I'd been waiting for today to write it. Enjoy!

Amelia had been planning this day for weeks.

It was Link's first Father's Day. It was crazy to her how last June they had no idea she was pregnant and today they were celebrating his first Father's Day with their 3-month-old son.

Amelia had gotten up earlier than usual, quietly sneaking out of their bedroom and into Scout's nursery. She found the baby lying awake in his crib already, his big blue eyes fixed on the mobile above him. She smiled down at him softly, "Hi, my sweet boy."

Scout gurgles happily at his Mom as she reaches into the crib to carefully lift him up, holding him against her chest. Amelia lowers herself into the rocking chair in the corner of the room and adjusts her shirt so Scout can eat.

"It's Father's Day today buddy! That means we get to spend the whole day showing your Daddy how much we appreciate everything he does for us." Amelia says softly, stroking the baby's cheek, "He's the best, huh. He loves you so much. When you were in my belly, he was so excited to meet you. He would talk to you every night and was always coming to check on me at work but secretly, he just wanted to feel you kicking around."

Amelia rocks gently in the chair until Scout finishes eating. Once he's done, Amelia covers herself up and moves him upright on her chest to burp him.

"Come on then little man, let's go get ready for Daddy."

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Amelia had spent the last 30 minutes finishing off Link's gifts and making his card. She had gotten Scout dressed into the new onesie she'd got. It was light grey with an embroidered guitar on the chest with the words 'Daddy's Little Rockstar' under it. Now, she was attempting to make breakfast with Scout in her arms, a task that was proving to be more difficult than she'd anticipated.

"Hey, what are you two doing up so early?" Link asked sleepily as he walked into the kitchen causing Amelia to jump.

"No! No! No! You're not supposed to be up yet!" Amelia shouts from across the room, frantically moving objects around the counter.

"Hey, hey, hey..." Link walks over to Amelia, placing his hands on her arms, trying to calm her down, "Ames, what is going on?"

"It's Father's Day." Amelia pouts, readjusting Scout in her arms before looking up at Link whose eyebrows are raised. Amelia sighs loudly as she carefully places the baby in his bassinet, "It's your first Father's Day and I wanted to make it special for you. We wanted to surprise you with breakfast and your gifts and then I thought we could take Scout down to the beach for the first time because I know you've been wanting to do that."

Link smiles and pulls her into a hug, running his fingers through her hair after kissing her head, "Amelia, you don't need to do anything special, you already gave me everything could want."

"Still, this is your first ever Father's Day so," she pushes away from his chest and smiles, "Take your son and go sit on the couch and let me finish making you breakfast."

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"It was perfect, Ames. Thank you." Link smiles, putting his plate on the table in front of him and leaning back into the couch.

"Are you sure? Cooking is not my best skill." Amelia laughs

"You don't say." Link smirks, earning a smack on his chest.

Amelia carefully, since Scout is back in her arms, leans down to grab the gift bag from beside the couch. She hands the bag to Link with a big smile on her face as he pouts and tilts his head, "You didn't have to get me anything."

"Shhhhh, open." Amelia points to the bag.

Link smiles and begins to pull away the tissue paper. He pulls out an envelope and opens it to reveal a blue card. It had glittery felt letters spelling out 'Happy Father's Day'. He opened it to reveal the message inside.

To Daddy,

Happy first Father's Day! You're the best! I couldn't ask for anyone better to be my Dad. Thank you for everything you do for me and for Mommy, we're really lucky to have you. We love you so much!

Love from,

Scout.

Link looks over at Amelia and Scout, pouting at them. He leans forward to kiss Amelia gently before placing a kiss on Scout's head, "Thank you little man... And thank you Mommy.".

He stands the card up on the table in front of the couch before reaching back into the bag. He pulls out a t-shirt of his favorite band, his favorite chocolates and a sweater he'd wanted. Lastly, he pulled out a plaque. He turned it over to reveal the imprints of his sons hands and feet. The imprints were outlined with a dark blue paint while the rest of the plaque was light blue. Above the imprints were the words 'Daddy's First Father's Day' and below was Scout's name and the date.

"Oh, Amelia. I love it. Thank you." Link says softly, "You do?"

"I do. He's not going to be this little forever. I love it. And I love you both, so much." He leans in to kiss Amelia's lips softly before reaching to take Scout from her. Once he's settled, Link takes hold of the baby's hands. Scout looks up at his Dad with his wide blue eyes as he wraps his hand around Link's finger. Link smiles down at his son and then back up at Amelia, "We really did make the most perfect baby."

"Oh, we absolutely did." Amelia agrees, reaching over and smoothing down the baby's hair softly, "Now, get your stuff ready and let's take him on his first beach trip!".

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Amelia and Link had spent the entire day on the beach with Scout. Link finally got to show him the sand and the sea and they'd walked him across the pier in his stroller. Link had won Scout a stuffed giraffe on the ring toss which he had clearly taken a liking to, spending the majority of the walk chewing on its ear. Amelia had made sure to take many pictures of the day, including Link attempting to hold Scout against his chest while he built a sandcastle, Link holding Scout up to pretend he was walking in the sand and Link trying to sneak Scout a taste of his ice cream when he thought she wasn't looking.

Now, the were home.

Link had just put Scout down in his crib for the night. Amelia was sat on the couch scrolling through Netflix on the TV when Link came to join her. He sat down next to her and wrapped his arm around her shoulder, pulling her closer to him. He kissed her head as she leant in on his chest.

"Thank you for today, it was perfect. You really didn't have to do all this for me. Getting to spend everyday with you and Scout is everything I could have ever asked for."

Amelia pouts up at him, snuggling closer to him, "We're so lucky to have you. Happy Father's Day babe."

#amelink #amelink fanfics #amelink fics #amelinkfanfics #amelinkfics #amelink fic #amelink fanfic #atticus lincoln #amelia shepherd #amelia x link #amelia and link #link and amelia #amelia shepherd and atticus lincoln #greys #grey's anatomy

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raikangaru · 5 years ago

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Lucky - Zuko x Reader

Warnings: none

one shot

The Fire Nation ship docks at the port of Ember Island,”Wow!”the little black haired boy cheers, wobbling over to the railings of the boat. “Your highness the carriage is prepared to take you to your summer home,”a fire nation soldier informs us,”alright, thank you”,Zuko takes my hand,”Juro, come on. We’re heading to the house,”I call out to the little boy and gesturing with my hand. “mommy, I want boat longer,”the (eye colour) eyed boy pouts, jutting out his lower lip. “Don’t you want to go swimming,?”his eyes lit up and immediately dashing towards us the guards on alert Incase the little prince falls, Zuko picks him up and I smile at the sight.

The soldier escorts all of three of us to the carriage,”How are you feeling?,”Zuko asks as he helps me up the carriage,”if I’m being honest, I just want to lay in bed. The ships got me dizzy,” as I lean my head on the cushion, “Do you need anything?,”Zuko takes my hand and rubs smooth circles to help ease the dizziness. “No, it’s alright,”I give him a bright smile, the carriage begins moving and Juro can’t help but stick his head out the window, he’s really excited to be here, I turn to my husband, he’s watching our son, a satisfied smile sits on his lips. Zuko and our son chat away, talking about his old memories visiting Ember Island though Juro won’t be able to understand. Before we knew it the entrance way of the royal vacation house, much has changed, Zuko and I had decided to give it an update but still keep some old features to it, to create new memories and remember the old ones.

The little one is so excited, he turns to me and stretches his tiny arms out, I take it as signal to pick him up,”alright alright, we’re going out,”I giggle as he continues to fuss in my arms, “wanna go to daddy?,”he shakes his head. “Aww look daddy is sad,”Zuko fake pouts, pretending to be sad and it’s makes Juro laugh. He reaches out for Zuko and I give him over to Zuko, we all step out of the carriage. The strong smell of the beach hangs in the air, this vacation was going to be good for all of us, it would hopefully take some stress of Zuko. He’s been working extra hard to be able to have complete peace with the nation and other nations.

The maids greet us at the door, directing the guards with our luggage. “My lady lunch is served,”another maid had informed me,”thank you,”I smiled at her. I look out to the window and see Zuko and Juro playing around in the sand, the sight made my heart flutter and immediately my hand moved to my enlarged belly even more excited for the second little one to join us. “Can you perhaps call Zuko and Juro?”I ask ask the maid waiting on me, she bows and leave the house, my two boys enter the house and we all sit in the dining room with Juro sitting in his cute baby chair.

“Mommy, swim”

“Yes yes my love, after we eat,”I smile at my little boy.

After lunch had been cleared, we had rested and got changed for the beach, I had change little Juro into some red swim trunks to match his father. I had just gotten into two piece bikini but covered up in a robe, I look to large to strut around in a bikini. “You still look hot and beautiful my (your name),”Zuko pulls me to him with Juro between us, I shake my head before shooting them away, Juro and Zuko sits on the sand attempting to build the almighty Fire Nation Palace, I prop myself on one of the sun beds and just watch them enjoy their time together. I rub my belly as I feel the baby kick around my tummy,”Zuko, Juro the baby’s kicking,”I yell out to my boys, Zuko looks at me with bright eyes, he’s excited, he was never around whenever the baby kick. “Hi, my baby. You’ve finally come around,”he speaks to my stomach, Juro following suit and I giggle from the vibrations I feel.

“We’re gonna have a swim, Juro really wants. Come join us?”Zuko says, he returns the sand tools in a bucket,”go ahead, I’ll join in a bit, the baby and I just want to rest for awhile,” I laid back on the sun bed,”alright then,”he kissed my cheek before getting up and walked hand in hand with Juro towards the ocean waters. I enjoyed the view of them splashing around in the most shallow part of the shore, Zuko pretends to get hurt from the splashes of water and it entertains the two-year old, I see Zuko whisper to Juro and they both laugh and giggle together. “Mommy swim”,Juro splash the water around,”later baby,”I tell him. “No, swim”,he tries to utter more words, he gives me pouty face and my heart just couldn’t say no, he was too cute. “Alright love,”I sighed and joined them in the water, Zuko and I sat on the soft sand, I leaned on his shoulder while we watched our son play.

It had been a few hours of playing in the water and sand, I had decided it was time to head inside. Without a doubt Juro threw a tantrum, “hush now, baby” I cooed to the young black haired boy,”we’re gonna see the markets,”Juro doesn’t stop crying. “Just go ahead and shower, I’ll handle Juro,”I turn to Zuko, he looks at me skeptically but I reassure him it’s fine. As soon as Juro was in the bathtub he stopped crying, instead he starts splashing again,”you just want to keep swimming,”I giggle as I wash him with shampoo and soap, making sure all salt water was rinsed out of his skin. “There we go love, all done,”I take him out of the tub, thankfully no tantrum. We had given the maids and servants the day off so that we had the house to ourselves,I dressed him up in normal Fire Nation clothing, leaving out his hairpiece. Zuko was leaving on the door, dressed in casual robes, reminds me when we were here with team avatar. Don’t worry love, I’ll take care of him,” I left Zuko while I have a shower myself, the salty sea water stuck to my skin mixed with the sand when I sat and built more ‘sandcastles’ with them.

I felt refreshed after my shower, changed into casual robes and got ready to leave for the markets, Zuko thought it would be a good idea to bring Juro around the markets, to see the colourful lights of the square and just stuff people were selling, he told me when he was younger and visited this place often that’s what he did and he wanted Juro to experience the same things, I reminded him our son was only two-years old, he most likely won’t remember. “I think we’re ready to go,”I called out to Zuko, he carried Juro in his arms,”alright love, let’s go.”

We had the carriage bring us to the markets, immediately Juro was interested, the markets was colourful and had lots of different sounds, Zuko shifts him on his shoulders and grabs my hand, we walk through the markets and picking up random trinkets and what not from different sellers. Juro points at a stall selling lanterns that had different shapes, he points at the dragon one,”fire nation through and through,”I say as we purchase the lantern for him, “you’re so cute baby,”I pinch his chubby cheeks. “This is very nice Zuko, I think Juro’s really enjoying it”,I look up to the giggly boy on the Firelords shoulders. We had dinner in one of the famous dumpling restaurants, definitely the best that I have tasted, I was like an idiot I couldn’t stop moaning about the food. It was clear in Juro’s face that he’s very tired from today’s events, we had the carriage take us home, to our surprise Juro had fallen asleep on Zuko’s arms.

Once in the comforts of our home, I tell Zuko to bring him into the room and I’ll help him change Juro out of his clothes. Once our baby was settled in his bed, I lean to his forehead. Zuko and I walked into our shared room, I changed out of my robes and into silky robes for sleeping. “Today’s been good,”Zuko happily sighs, sliding into our bed and I follow suit. I lay on my side and he cuddles me from behind, draping his arm over me,”I love you my sweet (your name), thank you for giving me children.”

“I fall in love you with you more everyday. You are such a great father to our son,”I cozy up closer to Zuko, he seems to be deep in thought but he breaks out of it, he rubs my pregnant belly. “I don’t want to become like my father, I don’t want them to grow up fearing me.”his eyes darken and his brows are furrowed, I reach up and smoothen out his forehead. “Zuko you’re already a greater man than your father ever was, you have grown from your mistakes and learned from them. You have changed your ways and fought for what is right.”I look at him straight in the eyes and cup his cheeks.

“Don’t compare yourself, to have role model like you, our children are so lucky to have you as their father”

m a s t e r l i st

hey! i feel that this was a short one, I tried to do one where reader-chan just watches Zuko and their child, hope you enjoyed it! please leave a like, shoot me an ask or dm if you have any requests or suggestions. have a great day and hopefully this pandemic will pass!

all the love xx

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let me explain to you the plot of borderlands 4 (kidding. mostly)

tl;dr: the eridians are evil, or, worse, completely uncaring about the things going on in their little sandcastle. the guardians are salty bitches about it and need our help and/or are going to start slaughtering people and im gonna fuckING TAlk ABOUT IT mostly because i need to write this down bc its been bouncing around my head since the game (bl3, not 4. that’d be wild) came out. minor spoilers for Guns Love and Tentacles. mostly that side quest.

tl;dr: tl;dr: eridians bad, guardians mad, and we are caught in the middle of a war that’s about to go down between them. spoilers for GLaT

tl;dr: tl;dr: tl;dr: Fl4k was a warning. Spoilers.

i dont even know where to begin because FUCK THERE’S SO GODDAMN MUCH TO THIS STORY

so im just going to start listing facts or points (+) of this theory that i remember at this very moment and probably forget a lot of them alright i’ll elaborate on all of this i promise. okay? lets go

+the eridians made a bunch of vaults that hold monsters in them

+some of these monsters are clearly constructs. some of them are not

+those that are clearly constructs:

the warrior

the traveler

the sentinel

+those that are not clearly constructs:

the destroyer

the rampager

the serpent

(possibly) gythian

(possibly) graveward (more on this in a bit)

+those that are not accounted for:

the timekeeper (but do keep this bad boy in mind)

+the eridians made the guardians: biomechanical constructs that are somewhat sentient, gaining sentience, and are supposed to guard the Vaults

+we also know now that there are these things called proving grounds with a salty, sentient guardian named the Overseer:

“vault hunter, I thought you might show up sooner or later. so naughty your species, so curious. the vault of vaults has been opened and IT has been released. prove your worth and I will reveal why the masters made me wait for you”

“naughty humans have opened the vault of vaults but the masters will determine who is a fault. until next time, warrior”

“long ago there was a brief spark, the first vault was opened, a light in the dark. a riddle, yes? perhaps it will unravel next time, hunter”

“so, you’ve returned. persistent, yes. or stubborn? or both. are you so desperate to prove yourself?”

“we were created for one purpose by our masters- and we couldn’t even do that right (laughs). but don’t blame us! when a cog breaks, point your finger at the artificer, not the cog! are you a cog, Vault hunter, or an artificer? Or both? prove yourself worthy.”

“pity us not, though the world has been broken. those who sleep will soon be awoken. not long now, seeker.”

“the eridians were our masters, but we failed them. they gave the order then silence. they VANISHED. such is our fate, Vault Hunter. server to a master who has left the house so long ago. prove to me that you deserve an introduction.”

“we were supposed to guard the Great Jail. but no quarter for servants who fail. but servant, that is not quite right. ‘Prisoner’. that is what i am. Until next time, adventurer.”

“a final chance to prove yourself. but will your reward be what you desire? a prisoner in a cell staring out at the fathoms of a sleeping universe. after a time, how would you know if you were prisoner or master? consider this while you prove yourself one last time.”

“it has come to this. one last trial. but will your efforts be worthwhile? that is what we will determine next time, hero”

“I am a prisoner, but you, vault hunter? what are you? hunter, warrior, hero? no matter what name i use, you return to prove yourself time and time again. but prove it to whom, i wonder? perhaps you seek a greater audition”

“it is done and my masters have taken note. would you like to know what they told me right before they vanished? ‘beware the vault hunters, they will take your kind’s place’. now i am free, and you are chained. until next time, guardian”

“well done, but have they taken note? that is what I wonder.”

+ the entire thing about there being a Fallen Guardian we have to kill

+ how the entire thing of the trails are copies of the worlds we visited to open the Great Vault. either the eridians can see through time (TPS) or they built these recently

+how dark Maliwan is probably working together with the Guardians on Nekrotefeyo given the fact they’re working together in one of the trials

+oh and remember how i suggested Maruice’s ghostie goo (ectoplasm) is actually related to eridians and such? YEAH. turns out that was right.

+Nyriad, the unreliable narrator

+the fucking Forgetting

+how the eridians are NOT ACTUALLY GONE FOR GOOD

+the seraphs!!!

+how the guardians are all named after angels, sirens are tied to humanity’s religious imagery

+how tyreen literally only loosened the chains on the Destroyer and the destroyer is going to break free from pandora

+how animals and people like bloodwing, slag psychos, etc mutate due to the eridium on pandora

+the destroyer’s reaction to slag being injected into its eye is straight panic

+the vault monsters that are fleshy were probably science experiments by the Eridians to test eridium and/or the results of being locked in the vaults for ages

+humanity was probably created by the eridians as well (more on that later)

+the Watcher actually WANTS us to have more Vault Hunters, she warns us that war is coming. all we can assume right now is either the Watcher fucked up big time, or she WANTED all this to happen. More on that later.

+the guardians are preparing for war. the overseer seems especially salty about the cause of it.

+ graveward was killed at some point, so the guardians brought it back using the ships, so that they could use their souls to posses it (further proved by the loot: Grave, relic, and Ward, shield)

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alright holy fuck

that’s a lotta stuff to go over!!! Let’s do this thing.

Let’s start with the Eridians themselves

so. these bad boys. We never really knew much about them, but it was always kinda assumed they’ve been long gone bc of the destroyer, or just out of reach.

now that bl3 dropped we’re supposed to assume that they’re all officially dead bc of Nyriad/the Destroyer

and i am here to say that Nyriad is an unreliable fuckin narrator because she doesn’t know the whole story. in fact, she admits to not knowing everything!!

here’s what I actually think is going on, and yes, I believe 100% the eridians are shady motherfuckers who decided to play god:

the eridians are from a dimension that isn’t ours. we can assume this is a higher dimension, bc of all their weird space/time fuckery, especially the Vaults.

the eridians decided to do some science experiments. they make the vaults and use our dimension to store them and put all their experiments inside. they make guardians to guard their vaults, and they realize they can do better in the ‘making a fully conscious being’ department. they make humanity. they make sirens after experimenting with eridium. they decided to go big or go home, and they make giant monsters. after all that, they realize they fucked up, because there is one monster they cannot contain anymore, after all the shit they put it through

so the eridians realize they done fucked up and escape fully to our dimension, where they placed us and the guardians and all the science experiments they didn’t want to deal with at the moment. The Destroyer follows them

they land on nekrotefeyo, their ‘first landing’ in our dimension (hence the quote above). This, or the eridians had been in our dimension for a while now. Nyriad never says where the Eridians came from, just that they and humanity lived side-by-side, so it’s likely they’d been here for a bit, sending scientists back and forth, just doing their experiments all willy-nilly. And I would bet they created the Destroyer in that time frame.

“for their curiosity, they were rewarded with doom” i believe is a correct statement, but not in the way Nyriad thinks. I think the eridians created the destroyer to see if they could, to test the bounds of what was possible. and it backfired on them in the worst way.

Nyriad also says this, but I have a hard time believing her here

the most this is is speculation, because if none of the civilizations who met the Destroyer had nothing else to pass on, then humanity would not know of their existence. (I mean, she even says ‘SURELY it had different names’) Humanity has no record of other (intelligent) alien life in the universe, or their own civilizations being destroyed by the Destroyer*. It’s just the Eridians.

*There is a reason for this, but let’s hold on for now.

So why tf do I think humanity was created by the Eridians? well, for one, I like the parallel to them having a god-complex. If they haven’t created humanity, then they definitely fucked with us to create Sirens. Sirens have a strong connection to Eridium and the Vaults (and other Sirens).

second, the murals in (most of) the vaults in bl3

show human-like figures hanging out with kids, and one touching something that seems oddly similar to a relic

like so

(on the left there)

there are also these really tall cloaked figures standing (t-posing) near the end of the mural

and most statues are depicted with robes on

a lot of the human figures in the mural are shown helping each other stand up, coming up from the ground like they’re being created, looking around (up at the sky at rays of light), and standing with a lot of eridian junk (there’s a vault symbol next to one). they’re also not shown to be wearing any sort of clothing, even tho extra steps were gone in to show the robed figures

it reminds me a lot of how a lot of religious texts describe humans as being molded from the earth or dirt or whathaveyou

long story short, it very much reminds of something like a creation myth, so i imagine humanity was, in fact, created by the eridians.

ESPECIALLY this smaller one reaching up to touch the relic

there’s no concrete proof for this, but its a hunch i have after studying this mural for a while. especially after Nyriad constantly questions why the Guardians were made to be on the brink of consciousness. humanity is Guardians 2, electric boogaloo. guardians were a mix of machine and bio goop, we are full bio goop. and that means we are curious, and have emotions, and are very naughty.

that or vice versa, eridians made humanity, realized we weren’t as subservient as they wanted and made the Guardians to fill that niche. Also, most importantly, the Guardians were literally made to be disposable. That’s their entire purpose. Their bodies will degrade, but then their souls will just eventually find another vessel. They’re trapped forever.

EITHER WAY

the Eridians created humanity and the guardians around the same time. enough that the guardians are likely vvvv salty about it.

humanity was made. Sirens came after that, through eridium experiments by the Eridians, explaining their connections to Eridium, as well as the other dimension (the one we are assuming Eridians are from) (think about the Lab Rats and Sirens and such)

so were the eridians preparing for something? war, maybe? possibly. they need firepower and obviously they wouldn’t sacrifice their own people when they have perfectly good constructs, so they’ll use their naughty meat slaves.

but the eridians need more than the sirens. they keep dying, and given the failsafe measures, its hard to keep track of them if one decides to let their powers go, despite the fact they added in, like, a siren gps for sirens to find other sirens and be drawn to them and shit

their big boy guardians, their constructs, aren’t doing enough to defeat their enemy

they start experimenting more with eridium. They learn it has the power to mutate things (mostly elementally, but also causes an increase in size, especially the longer/more they’re exposed to).

they create seraph crystals, condensed eridium, which mutate things at an increased rate. These become discarded eventually for reasons below

they begin finding other kinds of life and mutating the hell out of it using eridium/seraph crystals, in order to create their giant buttfuck squish monsters. These monsters are probably pissed the hell off bc they’re mutated and also probably being attacked by people. so they rampage, killing everything in their path.

the eridians need a way to store the big boys and also take them to the battlefields where they’ll annihilate the enemy, so they create the Traveler and the traveling Vault (which is why there was really nothing of substance in that Vault OKAY TAKE IT). Perhapeth the big flesh monsters mutate more due to being locked inside the Vaults and constantly exposed to eridium/whatever energy is in the other dimension.

Things are going well, and the big flesh monsters help turn the tide of war in favor of the Eridians, until the other party is completely wiped out by what they dubbed the Destroyer. So the eridians decide ‘well, we had our fun, time to put the monsters in their cages and forget about the seraph crystals’.

and most of the big boys, creation and mutation alike, are shoved in their Vaults, guarded by the Guardians so they can’t be released bc of naughty humans. except for one, notably the uncontrollable Destroyer. because it wiped out their enemies, now it wants more, with its insatiable hunger, so it turns its eyes on the Eridians and Nekrotafeyo

sort of explaining why the planet looks like it fucking exploded

the destroyer began to give it the SUCC

but there’s more about that planet

cuz the inside is all glowy and green and you totally know where this is going because i told you im pretty sure the eridians created humanity along with the guardians

i think this is the giant storage unit for all the souls, including the Guardian souls. humanity is depicted being pulled up from the ground in the Vault murals.

lemme explain here

I think nekrotafeyo is where the Guardian souls are stored, like one bigass computer. That’s also, we can assume, where the Eridians got the spark for humanity as well.

around the game, when u ‘kill’ guardians, you can watch their sparks leave (they’re the red glowy things), they fly upwards and disappear. You can also see blue/green versions of these floating around and not doing anything, notably outside the Rampager’s Vault.

I am curious if these color differences indicate a difference in wisp type (guardian v human) or if the red means they found another vessel and blue means they chillin. It is interesting to note that the Rampager has the ability to succ the wisps, so its possible its also related to the Destroyer. I mean, its way smaller, but it does IMMEDIATELY start wrecking shit as soon as it leaves the Vault.

anyway there’s more to this, because now we get to talk about ~ghosts~

if u didn’t heed my warning earlier, there are spoilers for guns love and tentacles past this point!!

DOES THIS LOOK FAMILIAR TO YOU?????

THIS IS JUST HANGIN GOUT IN THE CORNER OF THE ROOM BTW

LITERALLY NEKROTAFEYO

and let’s not forget the Halloween event that showed ghosts are a v real thing in the borderlands and not just on carpenter planet

like super real. and the ‘hecktoplasm’ we get fuels a portal to heck. literally another dimension. that BY THE WAY is powered by a Maliwan device. that BY THE WAY is filled with Maliwan troops.

cuz remember on Nekrotafeyo where there are a bunch of Maliwan soldiers, but they’ve all got the DARK prefix to their name? you know how in the proving ground the dark maliwan troops are fighting side by side with a bunch of Guardians?

something fucky is afoot.

reminds me a lot of the terror effect

ANYWAY

i believe nekrotafeyo is where the eridian stored the sparks for both humans and guardians, that’s where they are coming from, and when nyriad questions how tf the guardians got that spark (stolen like fire of the gods), its because they’re slowly gaining sentience over time, probably relating to how many times they’ve been killed (returned to the core and then back again). because i 100% believe the eridians created the guardians just as an endless, permanent workforce, and the guardians that have been disposed of time and time again are starting to realize that and get SALTY. the reason i do not say that the guardians are gaining sentience with regards to how long they’ve been around is bc there’s such a huge difference between the intelligence of The Watcher and just a normal-ass Guardian that I have to assume their developing sentience has a different trigger.

anyway back to the eridians getting the succ from the destroyer. the eridians realize they can’t just run away from it back to their home dimension, maybe bc its tied to that dimension due to the vault mutations (i vaguely remember typhon mentioning that the destroyer is a dimensional horror) so they have to imprison it somehow. How do they do that? well it is fucking terrified of eridium (when you inject the eye of the Destroyer in TPS, it panics and freaks out), probably due to all the fucked up experiments they did on it, so let’s imprison it using that.

And once we do that, we should probably get the FUCK outta dodge, bc these science experiments are getting c r a z y, let’s remove ourselves from the experiment and observe from beyond

so what do they do?

they get one of their sirens to operate a Machine they built that will send them back home. all of them, at once. we’re going home, fuckers. seeya. and obviously they will not tell humanity, because humanity will want to come with, like a lost puppy. and they will constantly question the other dimension and pester the eridians about it. humanity is annoying and the eridians have 1 big regret, im sure.

they’re also leaving the Guardians to do their dirty work for them, keep the vaults closed so that humanity won’t open them and send the Eridian’s pissed off creations after them. Also explains why there are no Guardians for the Vault of the Warrior (is an Eridian construct) and why the Traveler had Guardians inside it but not on the outside (to keep it running). The only Vault that made me do a big think is the Vault of Elpis. But more on that later.

so they tell this siren that the machine is going to kill them all, and use their energy to power to machine (lol) to close the Destroyer in Pandora, giving a perfectly good super powered monkey severe anxiety.

they also (apparently) do this ‘Forgetting’ thing, which Nyriad mentions, which makes humanity forget that we lived side-by-side with the Eridians and also everything about the Destroyer. which is so DUMB of the Eridians.

because SERIOUSLY people, if you don’t want your idiot children opening something, the one thing you don’t do is make them FORGET WHAT IS INSIDE OF IT SO THEIR CURIOSITY GETS THE BETTER OF THEM WHEN WHAT’S INSIDE OF IT IS LITERALLY ‘HEY, YOU’RE ALL GONNA DIE’. literally pandora’s box. LITERALLY- that’s half the reason I think this is all just one big experiment to them. They don’t give a FUCK about us, actually. they just want to see what will happen. they named the fucking planet Pandora ffs.

like YEAH some people would probably try to open it, to try to kill the Destroyer. but guess WHAT FUCKLENUTS we could have had humans working to keep pandora sealed instead just your cryptic ass guardians. CURIOSITY IS A DANGEROUS THING

and listen. there’s a lot of reasons i believe the machine actually sent the eridians home. even if they actually are just morons and thought the Forgetting was the best thing to do for humanity (scoff)

fdgdsffssfgfsg

all-home

there’s more to this

what are we up to? i stopped writing this like 3 days ago and just came back to it

you guys know the whole story now. im not saying my whole entire backstory is fully correct (like, a lot of it is major speculation) but i do firmly believe these few points:

the eridians are from a higher dimension than our own, and came here for science, or to escape the destroyer

nekrotafeyo is named “first landing”

they have an obvious connection to another dimension thru vaults, eridium, and sirens

the eridians either created or experimented with humanity, eventually leading to Sirens

sirens have this connection to both eridium, vaults, and the other dimension

they have similar powers to some Guardians

on Elpis there are ‘pseudo-Sirens’ created upon exposure to chemical sludge near the Vault

Sirens probably are the result of very exact experimentation, meanwhile these fake Sirens are not

The Leech is able to create ‘Anointed’ who have Siren-like powers and turn to eridium when killed

In bl2, the Lab Rats can see the other dimension when phaselocked by Maya after they were experimented on with eridium by Hyperion

unlike other enemies who only see ‘blue’

every vault monster is the way it is because of the eridians doing shit, including the destroyer

the reason the rampager is so angry and begins destroying everything right away? it was mutated by the eridians/being locked in the Vault. It was stuck in there with a bunch of Guardians, probably either conducting more experiments or there as ‘prison guards’

the destroyer appears frightened of slag in TPS when you inject it, but it also gains power from it- pretty similar to Sirens, and if eridium caused these mutations it could explain the fear

eridium causes LOTS of mutations as we can see throughout the history of the borderlands games. i’ve written 2-3 long-ass posts about this now, i think y’all get the idea lol

terry, badass wildlife, slag/burning psychos, etc

we don’t know how long the destroyer/rampager/etc was exposed to eridium. We’ve only seen (relatively) small doses/exposure times

the eridians lied to Nyriad and are in their home dimension right now, probably laughing at us. or at least like ‘holy shit quick write this down’. this is probably all an experiment to them

I just have this FEELING

so sudden, and new

but really tho

The Overseer basically TELLS us that the Eridians are still out there somewhere

she calls them her masters, talks about how they left the ‘house’, then talks as though they can still see us in the present

Actually you know what, let’s talk all about the Overseer’s lines now because they’re dummy important

copy and pasting this because i forgot...

so IT is most likely the Destroyer. i have the firm belief that Tyreen just ‘slipped its chains’, as Nyriad puts it in her log right before the fight

like r u seriously telling me the eater of worlds is the size of a single story house lmao

bigg

‘why the masters made me wait for you’ “MADE ME” I get the feeling she is here against her will, until her mission is completed

and that mission is to see which humans can pass the trials/the execute the trials

why? we’ll get to that. but she even hints that the reward may not be what we want.

“naughty humans have opened the vault of vaults but the masters will determine who is at fault. until next time, warrior”

so the second time she references her ‘masters’

Vault of Vaults is the vault of the destroyer. which is interesting to me. I guess it makes sense, is a big vault with other, tinier vaults on the surface.

I really wish we got an explanation as to what the Vault of the Architects was. might even explain the pyramid key ;-; fuckin pyramid key

so when i first heard this i thought there was some sorta ‘the masters will determine who is at fault’ rift between humans (the calypso twins or the vault hunters)

but now after learning more i realize this is probably between humans and guardians

are humans at fault for being naughty, or are the guardians for failing their only purpose?

i get the feeling the eridians will blame the guardians. the less favorite child :(

“long ago there was a brief spark, the first vault was opened, a light in the dark. a riddle, yes? perhaps it will unravel next time, hunter”

sooo im pretty bad with riddles

either this takes place long before our recollection of events, or this takes place around when typhon opened the first vault on promethea

what i think this means is possibly the beginning of Guardians gaining sentience

nyriad describes the smarter guardians as ones having a ‘spark’. i believe this is what the Overseer is referencing here- their gaining consciousness

THAT, orrrrr the guardians saw themselves fail at their only task and began to realize they could do more with their lives

failure breeds success, after all

“so, you’ve returned. persistent, yes. or stubborn? or both? are you so desperate to prove yourself?”

the differences between humanity and the guardians. humanity has strong desires/emotions, the guardians don’t

or, at least, they didn’t.

lots to digest here

one purpose - to keep the Vaults closed

the guardians recognize they are only cogs in a machine, that they’re only tools, and it seems that they’re becoming bitter

‘point your finger at the artificer’ obviously blame the Eridians, not the guardians

‘are you a cog... or an artificer. or both?” i think is very important. i think this is another hint that humanity was created by the eridians

‘or an artificer, or both’ showing that humanity can step out from the shadow of whatever the eridians planned for them and make their own choices/destinies. the guardians can’t. ... yet.

“pity us not, though the world has been broken. those who sleep will soon be awoken. not long now, seeker.”

‘though the world has been broken’ - either bc the Eridians left them/the Vaults have been opened

more importantly “those who sleep will soon be awoken”

what i think this means, personally:

Graveward is a vault monster that appeared deceased (already killed or just died of natural causes) when we got there

but it was combined with a bunch of ship parts

this is confirmed both by the art book and by just LOOKING AT HIM lmao

these ship parts are likely a way to resurrect him by allowing the guardians to posses him

guardians are biomechanical constructs, so it makes sense that they would begin scavenging ship parts from eden-6 to fit to graveward

so they can have a stronger body to pilot

something had to be pulling those ships in to crash

also, this means BALEX didn’t do anything wrong lol

when you get to the vault, tannis is confused, because there should be a vault monster, but there’s only guardians

that is, until you kill Grave and Ward

they (and a bunch of other Guardian souls) then possess Graveward, bringing him to life- or, awakening him

what i think this means: the guardians are going to start possessing more and more stuff

why this means ‘those who sleep will soon be awoken’ possibly vault monsters who are killed aren’t actually killed, they’re just put in a sleeping state and the guardians will be using their tech to control them with guardian souls

the guardians stuck in that big ol computy machine somewhere (god pls let it be nekrotefeyo) are ‘sleeping’ and by taking control of those vault monsties, they will be able to wake up and pilot their own bodies

that is, there are too many souls, too little bodies, so they need more vessels

tl;dr: MORE GUARDIANS

also can we talk about how Sirens can absorb guardian souls pls?? bc what the FUCK tannis

ugh how fuckin’ creepy would it be if the eridians made the fleshy Vault Monsters and used the guardian souls to puppeteer them

seriously though, Tannis absorbed a bunch of Guardian souls why are we not talking about this

how was that not an important plot point

is tannis going to be okay?? i love tannis. please don’t hurt her. are guardian souls just pure energy?? what does it mean??? GEARBOX-

“the eridians were our masters, but we failed them. they gave the order then silence. they VANISHED. such is our fate, Vault Hunter, server to a master who has left the house so long ago. prove to me that you deserve an introduction.”

i think its really important that the Overseer doesn’t say the Eridians are DEAD. instead, she says they just ‘vanished’ or ‘left the house’

i think this further proves they’re still out there somewhere. probably watching over us like creeps

literally from the new DLC... come on. COME ONNNN

also confirmation the eridians are the ‘masters’ the Overseer is referring to all the time

side note i have the game sitting open on my other screen and wainwright just asked someone to drink him under the table what the f-

it does sound like they’ve been forgotten as even servants to the Eridians because she specifically says “were” and “but we failed them” probably meaning the Eridians were their masters UNTIL the guardians failed to keep the Great Vault from being opened

though i do think “prove to me that you deserve an introduction” is interesting

like do we not deserve one yet? well, not until we complete the trials she’s supposed to test us with

“we were supposed to guard the Great Jail. but no quarter for servants who fail. but servant, that is not quite right. ‘Prisoner’. that is what i am. Until next time, adventurer.”

kinda repeating what we learned from the above quote

‘Great Jail’ they put the Destroyer in evil baby jail for his crimes

no quarter for servants who fail - yeah the eridians are like ‘wow you guys suck, fuck you guys’

‘prisoner, that is what i am’. the guardians are all stuck in their roles. they’re trapped here

‘will your reward be what you desire’? we learn that the reward is actually being a guardian, so... it’s not great, if our deductions hold any water

‘a prisoner in a cell staring out at the fathoms of a sleeping universe’ - what the Overseer probably sees her position as guardian of the trials as a prisoner- same with all the other guardians stuck watching over the Vaults

i do also think this may be in reference to the fact she’s stuck in this dimension with us while the eridians ran away

‘hunter, warrior, hero’ note she calls us by a bunch of titles throughout her greetings/goodbyes. but we are not satisfied by any of them

clearly we’re not proving ourselves to HER, since she questions who we are trying to prove it to

‘greater audition’ is likely in front of the ‘masters’ who are the eridians. remember, we have to prove to her first that we are worthy of an audience

the eridians know what we’ve done- now humanity takes the place of the guardians

“beware the Vault Hunters, they will take your kind’s place” seems like a pretty fucked up thing to say

but also, more proof the Eridians knew what the FUCK was up, kyle

humanity is just guardians 2: electric boogaloo

the trails were ultimately a test to see if we were up to the task

and now that humanity (or, at least, the Vault Hunters) has taken the place of the normal Guardians, the others are free to do... something

what... i wonder.

i do think it is interesting that the Overseer is pretty morally gray here. like, she’s trapped here to oversee the trials for however long the Eridians have been gone, to see if humans are truly the successors to the Guardians

she obviously doesn’t want to be here, calling herself a prisoner

she even warns us that the reward won’t be something we want- i imagine she might not exactly be able to tell us WHY we will not like it, she is being watched by her masters (the Eridians)

like, i get WHY she doesn’t tell us what’s going to happen. if i were trapped there, I’d do the same thing

but here’s the thing

since we are (we assume) fully squishy and not mechanical in any way, we still have our free will (unlike, we can assume, the guardians)

so we’re not literally trapped in one job forever- we can choose whatever we want to do

so WHAT exactly do i think the guardians are going to do? well, they’ve got an entire army’s worth of souls, they’re resurrecting dead Vault Monsters, and they can modify their bodies now to become more weapon-like

what do I think is happening? The Guardians are preparing for war with the Eridians- they want to destroy their creators, and with us becoming the new guardians, there’s this loophole that allows the old Guardians to finally, FINALLY do whatever they want

(Is Fl4k supposed to be foreshadowing for this? Yeah, I believe they are!!)

+ also before i forget: the entire thing about there being a literal Fallen Guardian we have to kill

i believe this has to do with the fact when you kill it, it drops money. since we can assume the trials are crafted/designed by the Eridians, we can assume the Fallen Guardians are apart of that design as well. It drops money, which probably shows how it’s become corrupted compared to the other guardians. it has desires (collecting wealth). Since the Guardians are inspired by angels (especially in TPS), it’s probably supposed to be a direct callback to that

alright so I think you all are probably like CRUDDY THE PRE-SEQUEL

and like, yeah, that’s what i’ve been building up to the whole time

The Watcher!!!

“War is coming, and you’re going to need all the Vault Hunters you can get”

Let’s just look at the Watcher’s actions throughout TPS and Tales (well, her inactions in Tales, as well as 3)

In tps, the Watcher brings Zarpedon to the Vault, allows her to see the future, and creates the Lost Legion

so we all assume that yes, she’s trying to stop the Elpis Vault (and, by extension, Pandora) from being opened

but here is the thing. the lil thing. the BIG thing actually.

she stops us from killing zarps in the BEGINNING of the game

in the middle-ish when we kill zarp for realsies, she is NOWHERE TO BE FOUND. Zarp lets Jack know where the Vault actually is and little miss alien face IS NOWHERE AROUND

when you are inside eleseer, lilith mentions that the Guardians there actually let her through, like they WANTED her to be there

now let’s remember Lilith’s actions in tps (and remember that she is IN NO WAY at fault here. jack is a dickbag. you try to tell me this is lily’s fault and i’ll kick your shins into your asshole)

while jack is seeing the future about the Vault of the Warrior, she punches the treasure of Eleseer into his face. this cuts off the vision, so unlike Zarps all Jack sees is that he opens the Vault of the Warrior. Nothing about the Destroyer destroying everything.

and still, the Watcher is nowhere to be found.

So Jack opens the Vault of the Warrior, Lilith learns she can activate the Vault Map, the events of Tales happens, and Lilith has Athena tied up and is about to shoot her

WHEN FINALLY

FUCKING. FINALLY.

THE WATCHER SHOWS UP

and tells us that ‘we’re going to need all the vault hunters we can get’

now let’s TAKE A STEP BACK HERE

obviously. OBVIOUSLY.

this is pretty backwards from what the Guardians are actually meant to do: keep the Vaults closed. If she wanted us to NOT open the Vault of the Destroyer, she probably should’ve just come right out and told us what’s up.

no, I think she 100% wanted the events to happen in the way they did.

Because remember, after this, SHE NEVER SHOWS UP AGAIN!!!

not in tales, where she could have stopped the Vault of the Traveler from opening (in fact she could have let Athena die and lowered the team’s chances of defeating the Vault Monster with whatever canon choices there are), not in 3 when she could have prevented the twins from doing any number of things they did, not to give advice to lily on sanc-iii, not during Commander Lily (even though she’s mentioned briefly) she did FUCK ALL

she did J A C K S H I T

it’s because she wanted this to happen. she WANTS the vaults open.

why? well, see above. The Guardians want the Vault Monsters all killed so they can resurrect them as big boy guardians

and that war she’s talking about? it wasn’t the war in bl3. That’s why she never shows her face. she’s talking about war with the Eridians.

Which is probably bl4.

alright im tired. eridians bad. guardians okay-ish. they might try to kill us all and use our bodies as vessels, who knows.

anywaY this was all an elaborate plan for me to explain the backstory of h2o au and why magic is real in the borderlands universe and why they decide to FIGHT- [gets dragged off computer by a cane]

wow this is a 36 page document, why can’t i be this enthusiastic about school??

#borderlands #bl3 #lmao

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