#which then extends to found family my beloved

[imorphemi]

I haven't stopped thinking about @highabovethecloudssomewhere's FMAgeswap AU, I know its pretty angsty (and ill still cry about it) but also. shenanigans. all of them

This is a redraw of one of the official arts for FMA (i think 03) that I saw around awhile ago, it has max gremlin energy and I love it

[teencopandthesourwolf]

If he were to be true to himself, which he generally isn't when it comes to this shit, Derek knew he was fucked the very first time he met Stiles Stilinski—no, actually, that's not entirely accurate. It was before that. He was fucked the second he smelled the kid's unique scent hitching a ride on the damp breeze that cut through Beacon Hills preserve on that fateful day, just over two years ago, when Derek stood on his family's land and tapped a claw against the plastic casing of the inhaler he'd found. The inhaler he'd sniffed out from the undergrowth in the middle of the night. The inhaler sitting inside the pocket of his dead Dad's leather jacket that he'd recovered from the ruins of his childhood home. The inhaler he'd returned the day after he played pretend with himself that it had been him who had bitten Scott McCall.

Derek has been playing pretend ever since.

But how is he supposed to pretend now, with the rogue piece of Stiles's clothing screwed up in his fist and him finally home alone in his own apartment? Worse (or better) is the fact that it's the kid's favourite beloved hoodie, the one he wears all the goddamn time which Derek can tell hasn't seen the inside of a washing machine in a while because of the way it reeks of nothing but pure, unadulterated Stiles.

Stiles's red, red hoodie.

Derek's eyes flash blue to remind him of who he is, at the same time as his fangs drop and his short nails extend into yellowed claws. Absently, he thinks of Little Red and The Big Bad Wolf when his form shifts, his resolve shattering like mirror glass as he accepts his seven years of bad luck with grace the moment he shoves his face into the fabric, now releasing that throaty groan that turns to a low growl then into a sex-hungry, shuddering snarl.

He inhales.

Deep; deeply; deeper.

And Derek is lost to Stiles, forever.

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(from my current sterek WIP fic—let me know in the comments if you'd like to be tagged when it's up!)

[buckystevelove]

Blood and Fire

Aegon I x Visenya X Rhaenys X Reader

Warning: incest, smut, angst, fluff, war and blood. Dragons!

Authors Note: I have decided to write a series about the Targaryens, GOT have always been my favorite books, I absolutely adore the world of Westeros, and I have always been obsessed with DRAGONS, so in the spirits of HOTD new season coming in June, I will write this series. I really hope you like it.

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Prologue

Aegon had taken his three sisters as wives for very different reasons. He wed Visenya out of duty, Rhaenys out of desire, but (Y/N), he married (Y/N) out of love—pure, unwavering love. (Y/N) was the youngest of the siblings, the cherished jewel of House Targaryen. While Visenya and Aegon were the formidable warriors and strategists of the family, and Rhaenys reveled in the arts of dance and poetry, (Y/N) possessed a gentle and caring spirit. From her earliest days toddling through the halls of Dragonstone, she enchanted all who crossed her path with her infectious smile and endearing giggles. Her parents found themselves utterly captivated by their youngest daughter, her every whim attended to with unwavering devotion.

As (Y/N) grew older, her siblings—especially Rhaenys and Aegon—frequently sought solace in her company, visiting her chambers at night to share songs and stories. (Y/N) became a beacon of comfort and joy within the family, her presence a balm to their troubled hearts in the tumultuous world they inhabited. But it was not only within the walls of Dragonstone that (Y/N)'s compassion shone.

With a heart overflowing with empathy, (Y/N) extended her kindness to creatures great and small. She took it upon herself to care for the runts of the hound litters, adopting them into her care and lavishing upon them the same tenderness she showed her family. These pups, once cast aside as inferior, flourished under (Y/N)'s devoted care, becoming the healthiest and most beloved canines in all of Westeros.

When she had a nightmare she would always go to her older brothers bedroom for confort, that was how his brotherly love for her grew and changed to a romantic love, devotion and adoration. The long nights cuddling together turned to nights exploring each others bodies. 

When (Y/N) turned four and ten and Aegon was ten and six they laid together for the first time.Changing their relationship forever, he knew that his duty to the Targaryen family was to marry his oldest sister, Visenya, but he could not imagine a world in which he was not eternally bound to his precious little sister. So he knew he had to make some plans.

As Aegon's feelings for (Y/N) deepened, he found himself caught in a tumultuous struggle between duty and desire. With each passing day, his love for his little sister blossomed into a consuming passion, one that threatened to overshadow all other considerations. Yet, bound by the weight of tradition and familial expectation, he knew that any deviation from the established norms of Targaryen succession would invite censure and condemnation from both within and beyond their ancestral halls.

In the depths of his heart, Aegon longed for a future where he could openly declare his love for (Y/N), where their union would be celebrated rather than scorned. But such dreams were tempered by the harsh realities of their world—a world where alliances were forged through strategic marriages and bloodlines meticulously preserved to safeguard the legacy of House Targaryen.

With a heavy heart, Aegon resolved to bide his time, waiting patiently for (Y/N) to come of age before setting his plans into motion. He knew that the path ahead would be fraught with peril, that the road to their happiness would be paved with sacrifice and hardship. Yet, for the chance to be with (Y/N), he was willing to brave the storm, to defy convention and tradition in the name of love.

As the years passed and (Y/N) approached her sixteenth nameday, Aegon knew that the time had come to set his plan in motion. Gathering his resolve, he summoned his family to the great hall of Dragonstone, his voice steady despite the tumult raging within his soul. With a solemnity befitting the occasion, he announced his intention to honor the traditions of House Targaryen, pledging to marry his eldest sister, Visenya, in accordance with the dictates of their lineage, but his was also going to marry his two younger sister, Rhaenys and (Y/N). His decision would change the destiny of Westeros forever. 

[redriotinggg]

You know what I need? Strawhats raising a child, could be shippy or not, but I need them finding a baby and Luffy being like "I WANNA KEEP IT! How hard can it be to raise a child?" (Famous last words) This is less about wanting to be a father and more about thinking about this as another great adventure and experience for Luffy (besides if its a situation like finding a baby in a treasure chest they cant exactly leave it... tho I imagine Nami seeing Luffy with a baby in arms and being like "wtf, where did you get that???" Luffy: "I found it in a treasure chest :)" Nami: "WELL PUT IT BACK ITS NOT YOURS!")

Of course raising a baby in a pirate ship is bound to be dangerous, so most of the crew is like "lets find it a good family in the next island" so maybe it's more of a Tokyo Godfathers situation.

Who are the better parents? Who absolutely suck at parenting but want to help regardless? Are any of them like "I absolutely don't want any part in this" but end up being roped in regardless and end up getting attached to the child? Does the child end up being raised by Strawhats or they get them to a nice family somewhere safe?

If you know of any fanfics that are like this (if they're gen/Nakamaship the better) please reccomend them to me I'm in desperate need to see that, child raised by a village trope my beloved

Pffttt a baby should definitely NOT be aboard the Sunny but if it happened I can imagine that yes, Luffy found a baby in a treasure chest and by the time they realized what happened, they were already on the open water headed to the next island.

However, the first thought that came to my head was that Zoro was sleeping while guarding the ship and someone managed to dump the baby onboard. He wakes up and there’s a baby—just under a year old—sitting across from him, fist in their mouth and a note on their forehead that says, “YOUR PROBLEM NOW”. There’s nothing left for him to do other than wait and pray that the kid doesn't start crying or pooping.

The rest of the crew comes back like Uhhhh Zoro???? When did you give birth????? To which he yells that he didn't, you idiots!

Now they don't know what to do because they can't bring a baby on the seas in the New World, but the island they're docked at wasn't very welcoming and likely wouldn't care about an orphaned child.

Luffy makes the decision easily--they'll bring the baby with them and they'll be an honourary Straw Hat! If they get their adventure started now, the baby will be at a huge advantage when they become a pirate when they grow up. Raising a baby must be easy if so many people do it! But it doesn't take long for the others to convince him that keeping a baby abroad for an extended period isn't a good idea, so they decide to keep the baby until they can find them a good home.

Luffy is not so surprisingly great with the kid, although he's not allowed to be left alone with them. The crew freaked out when they found him and the baby asleep on the head of the Sunny. It would've been a sweet scene if they both weren't at risk of falling and drowning to death. If the baby starts crying and Luffy can't get them to stop in 2 seconds, he dumps them off to the nearest crewmate--he usually deals with crying kids by beating them up, but the baby's too young for that. Plus, the noise really hurts his ears!

Nami canonically loves kids and babies!! She doesn’t mind taking care of the baby until they can find somewhere safe for them. Except this baby is getting on her damn nerves because, for some reason, they don’t like Nami. At all. Every time she tries to hold them, they cry bloody murder. To add insult to injury, the baby absolutely loves Zoro, who still wants nothing to do with the baby. But she is nothing if not stubborn, and eventually, she and the baby are thick as thieves.

The baby loves Usopp because he’s so silly! He makes the baby laugh by playing peekaboo and he even whips up little toys for them to play with. He flails dramatically when the baby grabs his nose or pulls his hair, both of them laughing without a care in the world.

The baby is too young to be scared of Brook, so they just laugh as he dances and sings nursery rhymes from all over the four seas. His lullabies are very effective in calming the baby's crying fits or getting them to sleep.

Sanji prefers dealing with children when they’re old enough to speak, but he’s not immune to the effects of an adorable baby. If it’s a girl she gets the absolute princess treatment, complete with baby talk and compliments of how cute she is. A boy baby gets his hair gently ruffled. Either way, Sanji happily admires Robin sitting with a baby in her lap before he’s off to puree some fruits and veggies.

Chopper loves babies and thinks this one is so cute!! But he’s embarrassed by how jealous he is of all the attention the baby is getting. He can’t help it! He’s used to being the one taking naps in Zoro’s lap and being fawned over by Robin. He’s happy to have the baby with them, but he wishes he got some more attention, too.

Jimbei and Franky don’t dislike babies per se, but they’re just so small and fragile compared to them. They mostly watch the other crewmates interact with the baby from the sidelines.

Franky’s nerves aren’t helped as Robin keeps coming up to him while holding the baby and talking about how cute they are and how parenthood is such a privilege, don't you think, Franky? She manages to convince Franky to hold the baby and when he does, he bursts into tears. Overwhelmed, he passes the baby off to the closest person, who happens to be Jimbei, whose eyes also fill with happy tears when the baby snuggles up to him. Both of them stop keeping their distance after that.

Robin reads the baby bedtime stories! But the crew have also walked by and overheard her reading books about death, disease, and war. She speaks to the baby in all of the languages she knows and tells them all the secrets she's learned. It's too bad the baby is too young to retain all that knowledge, but she's more than happy to share anyway.

Zoro doesn't like kids in general, but kids love him, including this baby. The rest of the crew find it hilarious how awkward he is with the baby. You'd think he'd be used to holding a small being considering how often he carries Chopper around, but no, he's hopeless. Zoro is teased relentlessly for the way he talks to the baby. He talks to them like a grown adult and it's both endearing and ridiculous.

Absolutely nobody wants to change dirty diapers. There are physical altercations, manipulation tactics, and an abundance of tricks used as each Straw Hat tries to avoid diaper duty. (Usopp uses dirty diapers as canon fodder and ammo when they run into trouble on the water.)

Most, if not all, of the Straw Hats have mommy and/or daddy issues, so raising this baby gives them all a chance to heal, whether they realize it or not. It also gives the crew an excuse for group cuddles, not that they ever needed it.

The crew have all grown very attached to the baby by the time they reach a safe place with people they trust to raise them. A few crewmates (Usopp, Nami, Robin, Brook) want to keep the baby around--it's too cruel to leave them, now! But Luffy has made his decision. It's too dangerous for the baby out on the seas of the New World. But once they've found the One Piece they'll be back to visit.

Usopp made the baby a teddy bear and dressed it as Luffy, complete with a straw hat. Sewn to the red fabric of the hat is a note written by the crew, a photo of them all, and a piece of Luffy's vivre card. If the baby grows up and ever wants to come sailing with them, all they have to do is ask.

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AAAHHH this was so fun omg!! I love babies sm and there'd be so many antics if a baby was on the Sunny. I doubt I'd ever write a fic myself though, but I'd be happy to think up more hcs in another ask :)

I don't know of any nakamaship fics like this, so if anyone does please link it in the comments. But! KazimaKuwabara has this FANTASTIC fic feat. the Straw Hats taking care of their de-aged nakama. I've read it so many times, it's great.

Thank you for the ask! Keep em coming y'all, I live for this.

[musicforastylesrestaurant]

Snack Wars.

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my blurb masterlist is here!

authors note - niall and louis have done it, now it’s time for hazza to take part.

word count - 2.6k

in which, on this episode of snack wars, we sit down with a certain curly headed lad who goes by the name of harry styles who happens to be comparing british and american snacks.

"Hi, M’Harry Styles, and this is Snack Wars: Britain versus America on LADbible."

He was sat at a small table, wearing an open buttoned black blouse revealing his swallow tattooed partially, and a matching pair of black trousers, with a black version of his satellite stompers.

The scene cut to a moment of anticipation as Harry, a playful smile on his face, leaned forward to lift the silver cloche that concealed the surprise snack showdown. With an air of curiosity, he wondered aloud, "What ‘ave y’got for me, huh?”

With a theatrical flourish, Harry unveiled the hidden treasures. His eyes widened as he beheld the items laid before him.

"Well, this is intriguing," he mused.

On the British side, there sat a classic bone china teacup, adorned with delicate floral patterns. Steam wafted from the cup, carrying the unmistakable aroma of freshly brewed English tea. A smile tugged at the corners of Harry's lips as he appreciated the comforting sight.

Then, on the American side, he found a tall Starbucks cup, its iconic logo staring back at him.

"Hot chocolate, huh?" Harry noted, his eyes sparkling with curiosity. The rich, velvety beverage was topped with a generous dollop of whipped cream, drizzled with chocolate syrup—a quintessential indulgence.

Harry couldn't help but chuckle at the contrast before him.

"A classic cup of English tea versus a Starbucks hot chocolate," he said with a playful grin. "S’like comparing tradition with a bit of modern comfort."

As he picked up the English teacup, Harry took a contemplative sip and savoured the warm, familiar flavour.

"Y’just can't beat a good cuppa," he admitted with a nod of approval.

Turning his attention to the Starbucks hot chocolate, as he brought the cup closer to his mouth and took a sip of the Starbucks hot chocolate, a warm smile crossed his face.

"Y’know," he mused, "S’m’son Jude's favorite drink at t’moment."

From behind the camera, the producer, Becky, chimed in with a playful tone.

"Well, Harry, you might have to take it home with you then," she suggested.

Harry turned toward the camera, a twinkle in his eye, and replied,

"Yeah, I might have to," adding a soft chuckle. The idea of bringing a taste of the challenge back to his family seemed rather appealing.

"N’this s’like a cosy hug in a cup," he quipped.

With both cups now in hand, Harry found himself in the middle of a delightful dilemma. He was torn between the classic cup of English tea and the comforting Starbucks hot chocolate. He took another sip of the hot chocolate, the rich cocoa flavour lingering on his taste buds, and then turned to the English tea, its aroma inviting him back to tradition.

With a playful frown, he mused aloud, "S’a tough decision, isn't it?"

The camera captured his contemplative expression as he hesitated. Finally, he extended his index finger, pointing toward the cup of English tea.

"Y’know," Harry said with a hint of hesitation, "y’just can't beat a bit of tradition."

As he made his choice, he looked into the camera, a mischievous glint in his eye, and added, "But don't get me wrong, s’hot chocolate s’fantastic too."

The crew behind the scenes chuckled at Harry's charming indecision, understanding the difficulty of choosing between two beloved beverages.

As the scene wrapped up with Harry having chosen the English tea, there was a moment of transition, and another producer, Sarah, stepped in, placing a fresh cloche on the table.

Harry, ever the showman, decided to play along. He feigned excitement, clapping his hands together as if he were a kid about to open a birthday present.

"Ooh, S’under this one, ey?" he exclaimed with playful enthusiasm.

The crew behind the camera burst into laughter at Harry's antics. It was a heartwarming moment of genuine amusement, and it made Harry feel happy that he could bring a bit of laughter to the set.

Sarah joined in on the fun, making a dramatic reveal as she lifted the cloche, unveiling a new surprise snack.

With the producer, Sarah, excusing herself to organise the next set of snacks, Harry turned back to face the camera. He couldn't help but maintain his charming grin, fully embracing the fun and spontaneity of the Snack Wars challenge.

With a sly wink to the camera, he reached forward, once again lifting the cloche. The reveal this time brought forth a quintessentially British delight – a plate of buttered crumpets. The golden-brown crumpets glistened under the studio lights, promising a warm, comforting taste of the UK.

As Harry lifted the cloche to reveal the buttered crumpets, he couldn't quite hide a slightly disdained expression. The golden discs of toasted goodness sat there, tempting, but his reaction was unmissable.

Producer Becky, who was watching closely, couldn't help but notice Harry's reaction. She raised an eyebrow and said, "Not a fan of crumpets, Harry?"

Harry chuckled, his signature honesty shining through.

"Y’know ‘hat?," he began, "M’not exactly t’biggest fan f’crumpets, t’be honest. S’the texture, y’see."

He leaned forward, elaborating, "M’don't really like how they feel in t’mouth. S’a bit... spongy f’m’liking." He demonstrated by pressing a finger into one of the crumpets, watching it bounce back. "But ey’, s’just me."

With the crumpets before him, Harry Styles decided to give them another chance. He leaned forward, picked up one of the buttered crumpets, and took a cautious bite. However, as soon as he tasted the spongy texture, his face contorted in discomfort.

He chewed for a moment, but it was clear that the texture didn't sit well with him. Harry quickly reached for a napkin and discreetly spat out the bite he had taken. He shook his head, a look of mild frustration on his face, and simply said, "I can't do it. I can't."

The crew around him chuckled, empathising with his culinary struggles. Harry Styles may be an international superstar, but even he had his food preferences.

Harry, ever the trooper, decided to set aside the crumpets and turned his attention to the colourful box of Lucky Charms. With a playful glint in his eye, he grabbed a bowl and poured a generous serving of the whimsical cereal. The rainbow-hued marshmallow shapes and toasted oat pieces tumbled into the bowl, creating a delightful medley of colours.

He then grabbed the jug of cold milk and added a generous splash, watching as the cereal pieces began to bob and soak up the milk. With a cheeky grin, he couldn't resist poking fun at his previous crumpet encounter. He turned to the camera and quipped, "Anything's better than those crumpets, am I right?"

The crew burst into laughter, sharing in his jest. Harry then picked up a spoon, scooped up a spoonful of Lucky Charms, and brought it to his mouth. As the sweet, crunchy goodness met his taste buds, his eyes sparkled with delight. He savored the delightful combination of textures and flavors, nodding approvingly.

With a mouthful of cereal, he gave a thumbs-up to the camera, clearly enjoying the contrast between the playful sweetness of the American cereal and the earlier challenge of the British crumpets.

“One point to America.” He grinned after he swallowed the mouthful.

The scene transitioned smoothly, and as the camera focused on the table, another cloche awaited Harry’s playful curiosity. With a grin, he leaned forward and lifted the cloche to reveal a Greggs bakery wrapper and a McDonald's wrapper neatly placed side by side.

Harry couldn't help but chuckle at the sight. "Well, well, well," he said with a twinkle in his eye. "Can't go wrong with either of these, can ya?"

The crew laughed, understanding the dilemma he was about to face – a classic choice between the savoury delights of a Greggs bakery treat and the fast-food comfort of McDonald's.

With a mock-serious expression, he picked up the Greggs wrapper, his anticipation evident. "S’what we've got here,ey?"

As Harry pulled the Greggs wrapper open, he was met with a surprise – a vegan sausage roll neatly nested inside. He leaned forward, his curiosity piqued, and brought the roll closer to his nose to take in its scent.

He gave it a tentative sniff and then grinned.

"Interesting," he mused, before taking a hearty bite out of the vegan sausage roll. His eyes twinkled as he chewed, clearly contemplating the taste.

After a few moments, Harry swallowed and offered his verdict.

"Well, I like it," he said with a nod. "S’got that sausage taste, y’know?

With the taste of the vegan sausage roll still on his palate, Harry shifted his attention to the McDonald's wrapper. He couldn't help but smile as he pulled out a Fillet-O-Fish box. The familiar golden arches symbolised a comforting fast-food favorite .

The producer, who had orchestrated this surprise, chimed in, "We thought you might enjoy that, Harry, considering you're pescatarian."

Harry's eyes brightened as he looked at the Filet-O-Fish box.

"Well, thank y’for thinking of me," he replied warmly. "S’always nice t’have options."

With gratitude in his voice, he proceeded to open the box, revealing the crispy fish sandwich inside. The delightful aroma of the fish and tartar sauce filled the air, making him even more eager to take a bite.

With a grin of anticipation, Harry took a big bite of the Fillet-O-Fish. The moment the flavors hit his taste buds, his eyes closed in pleasure, and he let out a satisfied hum. It was clear that the familiar taste brought him genuine delight.

He tilted his head back slightly, savoring the moment, and the producers couldn't help but laugh at his enthusiastic reaction. It was a simple yet heartwarming display of food appreciation.

As he finished that delicious bite, one of the producers asked, "Harry, do you have McDonald's a lot?"

Harry shook his head, his mouth still full. He chewed and swallowed before answering,

"Not really, but it does hold a special place in m’heart."

He continued,

"Y’see, it was actually mine and m’fiancée's first takeaway together, about six years ago. So, s’got some sentimental value." Harry's eyes softened as he reminisced about that memorable moment.

The crew smiled, appreciating the personal touch Harry added to the Snack Wars challenge.

So it was safe to say that McDonald’s got the point for that one.

As Harry lifted the next cloche lid, he uncovered a delightful surprise – a Victoria sponge cake and a Twinkie side by side. The contrast between the classic British treat and the iconic American snack was evident.

Harry couldn't help but smile at the sight of the Victoria sponge, its layers of sponge and sweet jam filling beckoning to him.

"Now, this looks promising," he remarked.

However, his gaze lingered on the Twinkie, and he let out a small chuckle.

"Ah, Twinkies," he said, a hint of amusement in his voice. "V’actually had a bit of a... bad experience with these."

Producer Becky, always curious, couldn't resist asking for more details. "Oh, really? What happened, Harry?"

Harry leaned back, a thoughtful expression on his face.

"Well, when I was around nineteen, I was touring in t’States," he began, "n’someone dared me t’eat a whole box of Twinkies in one go." He paused, his eyes crinkling with a mix of nostalgia and humor. "I took up t’challenge, but let's just say it didn't end well. I ended up... well, throwing them all up."

The crew burst into laughter at Harry's candid confession. It was a tale of youthful daredevilry and the consequences of overindulgence, and it added another layer of charm to the Snack Wars challenge.

Harry couldn't help but be drawn to the sight of the Victoria sponge cake. Its soft layers and sweet jam filling were a comforting temptation. With a subtle smile, he slowly pushed the Twinkie away from him, turning all his attention to the British delight that made his mouth water.

Without hesitation, he picked up the entire cake with both hands and, with a mischievous glint in his eye, took an enormous, unapologetic bite. The sweet icing smeared all over his scruff and lips as he indulged in the delightful treat.

Amidst Harry's enthusiastic cake-eating, the crew couldn't contain their laughter. Icing adorned his face, and the scene was a humorous mix of sophistication and playful indulgence.

With his mouth full of cake, Harry attempted to speak, his words muffled as he declared, "Britain... takes the point on this one!" His sentiment was clear despite the sugary obstacle, and the crew erupted into even more laughter at his charmingly messy verdict.

As the Snack Wars challenge continued, the next cloche was unveiled, revealing yet another intriguing matchup. On one side of the table sat a bottle of Pimms, accompanied by a glass of lemonade, and on the other side was a shot glass with a bottle of bourbon beside it.

Harry, ever the adventurer, leaned forward to examine the options before him. His eyes sparkled with curiosity as he took in the contrasting beverages.

"S’a fun choice," he remarked with a grin. "We've got a taste f’British summer with Pimms and lemonade on one side, and a good old American bourbon on the other."

With a thoughtful nod, Harry decided to start with the Pimms and lemonade. He picked up the bottle of Pimms and carefully poured some into the glass of lemonade. The vibrant red and orange hues mingled with the fizzy lemonade, creating a refreshing blend.

He brought the glass up to his lips and took a sip. His eyes lit up as he savoured the harmonious combination of flavours.

"S’good," he declared with a contented smile.

Harry leaned back in his chair, gazing into the distance with a nostalgic glint in his eye.

"Y’know," he began, "s’actually reminds me f’when I go back t’m’mum's house in the summer. S’her favourite drink."

After enjoying the Pimms and lemonade, Harry turned his attention to the bourbon, a drink he admitted he hadn't had much experience with. He picked up the shot glass, inspecting the rich amber liquid within.

"V’not really had bourbon before," he admitted with a curious expression.

Undeterred, he decided to give it a try and threw the shot down the back of his throat. The moment the bourbon hit his palate, he grimaced as the fiery liquid burned its way down his throat. He shook his head, trying to soothe the sensation.

The crew watched with amusement and sympathy, realising that bourbon could be quite the intense experience for a first-timer.

After his adventurous sip of bourbon, Harry Styles placed the shot glass back on the table and looked between the two drinks before him – the Pimms and lemonade and the bourbon. His expression conveyed a sense of contemplation as he considered the flavours and experiences each beverage offered.

With a thoughtful nod, he finally made his decision.

"I think," he began, "I'll give the point t’Britain on this one."

His choice was clear, as he favoured the refreshing blend of Pimms and lemonade, a taste that held sentimental value and fond memories for him.

With the Snack Wars challenge completed, Harry still faced the camera, a contented smile on his face after the culinary adventure he had just embarked upon. The table before him held remnants of both British and American treats, a testament to the diversity of flavours he had experienced.

Becky, one of the producers, couldn't resist the opportunity to share the results. She leaned in and asked, "Harry, would you like to know the final result?"

Harry turned toward her, his curiosity piqued, and replied with a playful grin, "Yes, I'd love t’know!"

Becky beamed and announced, "Britain won!"

Harry chuckled and nodded in approval.

"Ah, y’can't go wrong with t’British," he quipped, showcasing his patriotism with a touch of humour.

[aljarofamily]

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🫂Family needs financial help in Gaza! Mother suffers from cancer🫂

Dear compassionate souls,

I write to you today with a plea that weighs heavily upon my heart. My name is Saed, a lawyer and musician from Gaza—a region tragically engulfed in the relentless flames of conflict. Amidst the chaos, my family has become ensnared, facing imminent danger and desperation beyond words.

My journey began as I traveled to Egypt to stand by my beloved mother during her grueling battle with cancer, a fight that commenced back in 2020. My mother has been battling this relentless disease for nearly five years. She underwent surgery to remove the tumor, but unfortunately, the operation was not entirely successful, as the tumor could not be fully removed. As a result, the cancer cells spread to other areas, affecting her bladder and rectum. This has caused her immense suffering over the years. She endured intense chemotherapy sessions, which took a severe toll on her overall health. Currently, she is receiving immunotherapy treatment. It is fortunate that the primary treatment, immunotherapy, is covered by the Palestinian Ministry of Health. However, some of the regular tests and imaging scans we need to monitor her condition are not covered.

On December 3, 2023, our family home was mercilessly destroyed, further exacerbating our already dire situation. Trapped within the war-torn confines of Gaza, my father Akram (71 years old), sister Wajd (21 years old), and brother Mahmoud (33 years old) found themselves clinging to survival amidst the rubble of our once cherished home. The harrowing ordeal of narrowly escaping the bombing left them seeking refuge in a shelter in the northern reaches of the Gaza Strip.

After

Before

During these tumultuous circumstances, we face a severe lack of funding. As I mentioned previously, I am currently residing in another country to support my mother, whose cancer treatment requires additional procedures not covered by the Palestinian Ministry of Health.

Your support in this critical hour is more than a mere act of kindness; it is a beacon of hope amidst the darkness of despair. Each contribution, no matter how small, serves as a lifeline, offering the promise of safety and the prospect of a brighter tomorrow.

With deep gratitude and unwavering hope, I extend my sincerest appreciation to you for your generosity, compassion, and unwavering solidarity in our shared humanity.

In solidarity and gratitude,

Saed

[chuuyrr]

HII! How are you?

I wanted to request (If I can) so may I request a scarlet witch reader who gets these cute little hello kitty stickers from gojo so she then goes to the ADA and starts putting stickers on Dazai’s face and bandages as well as Chuuya’s hats and his face as well?

(Is this too long? I’m sorry!)

scarlet witch! baby fushiguro! reader putting stickers on them

bungo stray dogs x reader

masterlist of the series

╰➤ CW(s): fluff/comfort, possible bsd spoilers

╰➤ PAIRING(s): bungo stray dogs x child! reader (platonic) featuring dazai, chuuya, and the armed detective agency

╰➤ SYNOPSIS: in which you put hello kitty stickers on them

before you read: hi, in case you're new, you're megumi's younger half-sibling, and while you don't have cursed energy, you do have scarlet witch's powers and abilities! aside from that, as a special scarlet witch variant, you also have the ability to travel across the multiverse. how chaotic! furthermore, like your half-brother megumi, you are being cared for by gojo satoru, who also serves as your adoptive father. for more info, please see the masterlist.

aside from stuffies and sweets like mochi, another item you particularly adored was stickers. your adoptive father, gojo satoru, would buy you cute hello kitty stickers.

you liked placing those stickers on your notebooks, bedroom walls, and closet, as well as people's faces and arms; you basically put them anywhere and everywhere!

and your beloved family-figures in the world of gifted detectives and mafias weren't an exception

now being in the bsd universe, i doubt they have things like hello kitty, so when you bring those cute little hello kitty stickers of yours with you, they are quite in awe

"dazai-nii! dazai-nii!"

when dazai osamu heard your little voice and the pitter patter of your sneakers, he knew you'd come to see him and everyone. as he turned to see you running up to him after greeting everyone else in the detective agency, dazai extended his arms to you.

"well, well. if it isn't my sweet little bella! hello!" exclaimed dazai as he lifted you up, sat you on his lap, and gave you a soft head pat then he realized you had something with you today, "oh, what is that, [name]-chan?"

"hello kitty!" you happily told dazai with a giggle, showing him the packet of cute little hello stickers you got from your universe's papa gojo.

"hello kitty?" dazai asked, evidently unfamiliar, tilting his head and looking down at you and your stickers, "oh, how cute! stickers... of a cat?"

"mhm, that's right! hello kitty is her name," you explained to dazai with a smile, "daddy bought them for me because hello kitty is my favorite and also because i like stickers!"

"ah, i see. well, that's very nice of your papa, [name]-chan!" dazai chuckled softly, continuing to touch your head before ruffling your hair, already liking of your interests.

you were already giggling as you opened the packet of your cute little hello kitty stickers and started peeling them, with fazai helping you out because your small fingers were having difficulty peeling most of them.

"dazai, how many times do i have to tell you to do your repor—?!"

a very angry kunikida was carrying a stack of paper with atsushi trailing behind him when he found you sitting on dazai's lap, giggling joyfully while dazai sat there on his seat, his face and bandages covered with the cute little hello kitty stickers you brought.

the detective agency members had to take a second look at dazai when atsushi shouted out in surprise, "DAZAI-SAN?!"

"goodness, dazai. what happened to you?" yosano chuckled softly.

"well, [name]-chan happened to be," dazai chuckled softly, drawing you deeper into his hug and ruffling your hair before questioning, "is it... that many? just how many stickers did you put on me, [name]-chan?"

as you gazed up at him, you couldn't stop yourself from giggling, "i don't know, but a lot,"

"i'm pretty sure that's way more than a lot, [name]-chan," atsushi said, looking at the number of hello kitty stickers on dazai's face and bandages.

"say, what's the stickers for, [name]-chan?" dazai asked, his fingers now pinching your cheek but his other arm still holding you as you sat on his lap, "why my face and... my arms?"

"because i like putting hello kitty everywhere and anywhere," you stated with a proud smile now as you folded your arms, "but also because i think dazai-nii could use some hello kitty stickers, but also because i think hello kitty would look nice on your arms!"

"is that so, [name]-chan?" dazai's gaze softened as he peered down at you, his hand now gently cupping your cheek with his thumb stroking it, "you think hello kitty looks nice on me?"

it was as if you drew stars on his scars.

"mhm!" you nodded with a hum to dazai before turning to face the other members of the armed detective agency, a mischievous smile building on your face as you proceeded to take out additional hello kitty stickers, "now, who else?"

and just like that, everyone at the armed detective agency had their hello kitty stickers covered up, including fukuzawa himself and his sword.

apart from dazai's desk, you even put hello kitty stickers on ranpo's hat, yosano's big ass dagger, and kyouka's blade.

kunikida refused to let you put stickers on his notebook, so you cried, and everyone became enraged, even fukuzawa was. so as a compromise, he allowed two pages of his notebook to be filled with your treasured hello kitty stickers, which made you stop crying and happy again.

moving on from the armed detective agency, there was the port mafia, but you only loved one member there, a wine-loving executive who rivaled dazai's love for you, and he, like them, was a victim of your cute and precious hello kitty stickers.

chuuya was absolutely baffled.

he was in an executive meeting, and even mori ougai was there, when knocks rounded at the door, and there you were, running inside all happy and giddy like the sweet little child you were as you ran up to chuuya, not even caring that you had just entered a room full of wanted criminals from an underground organization.

before ace, one of the crappy executives of the mafia, could say anything, koyo had shut him up, as had mori, who really didn't mind your presence at all given your familiarity with his subordinates and being elise's friend and playmate, but he also knows about your special ability, your chaos magic, and he knows to himself that keeping a good relationship with you would be important for later schemes.

"c-chibi, what are you doing here? how did you even get here?!" yelled chuuya, who lost his composure the instant you approached him and held to his pant leg.

"i made the guards stick to the ceiling!" you exclaimed as if it was no big at all, to which everyone was perplexed, as you giggled.

mori had to stand up along with koyo to check outside and actually saw their subordinates sticking to the ceiling, glowing red with their faces and suits covered in hello kitty stickers.

"my goodness.. that child is a force to be reckoned with.." koyo chuckled softly.

"agreed, that child really is," mori sighed and smiled before turning to face chuuya, who was now picking you up in his arms as you clung to him, already apologizing for your presence.

mori called off the executives meeting early that day because of you, and chuuya still had paperwork, so he couldn't really offer you that much attention as you sat on his lap. he worked on his reports in his office, occasionally giving you a head pat and a tiny hum while you started peeling the stickers you got with you.

when chuuya finished his papers, he let out a groan and leaned back in his seat, now looking down at you as you giggled even more as he drew you to his chest.

"oi, what's so funny, chibi?" chuuya lifted a brow at you, a smile pulling on the corner of his lips before his gaze fell upon the plastic packet of hello kitty stickers you were holding, only now realizing why you were giggling and looking at him so fondly.

"you put stickers on my face, didn't you?" chuuya said, sweat dropping as you broke out laughing and nodded your head.

"tch, such a cute rascal you are," chuuya sighed, shaking his head at you, before bringing out a mirror from his desk drawer.

chuuya's face immediately turned red as he let out a short gasp and rolled out his r's in a scream of embarrassment when he noticed that not only was his face covered in your lovely hello kitty stickers, but you had also decorated his precious hat with them.

"c-chibi!" he exclaimed, looking at you with shock, disbelief, and other emotions mixed in.

"do you like it? i made you all look pretty with hello kitty! and your hat too!" you cried out happily to him, your face bright and delighted.

chuuya was about to get angry, but seeing you giggling and so happy when you put stickers on his hat was just too much for him. you were too precious for him to get mad, and despite his demeanor as a mafioso, he always had a soft spot for children, even way back then as the king of the sheep in his teenage years.

chuuya sighed in defeat as he smiled and patted your head before pulling you closer for a hug, "yes, i do. thanks for the stickers kiddo.."

to make matters worse, a knock rang at his door, and his colleagues came inside to fetch his reports for him, only to find chuuya's face and hat covered in hello kitty stickers. he immediately returned to his charisma and demeanor as a port mafia executive, or tried to.

"d-do not speak a word of this! just get the fucking papers and leave my goddamn office at once!" chuuya yelled at his subordinates, who instantly froze and nodded vigorously at his words, too afraid to laugh or even utter a single thing while you giggled naively in his arms.

[ author's notes ! hi there <3 thank you so much for requesting this. sorry if it took a while to be done but this was really cute to write. also, i'm doing okay !! i'm currently working on a kitsune! dazai ai bot and i also have our graduation ball and ceremony coming up this week, which is why i'm busy-ish, but mostly it's because of character ai ... ]

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[nyc3]

hello I recently and after going through it I would like to ask some questions if that’s ok of course and sorry if you perhaps got one of theses questions before

1.what is your general opinion on Shigaraki cause I’m curious as a shiggy fan and just curious in general what other people who don’t like him as much or just in general don’t like him think of him

2. How would you write/rewrite shigaraki just in general or if nine was the main villian and Shigaraki was like a secondary villian and or maybe him joining up with nine

3. What do you think would have happened if nine found tenko

sorry if this ask comes off as annoying or rude I’m just general curious hope you having a good/night

Hello!

It's ok, I would try to answer the question the best I can as english isn't my first lenguage so sorry if you find errors here and there. So let's go:

1_ This may sound strange as my constant comments and critiques about Shigaraki may make look like I hate him, but isn't really the case.

I think is more he's a frustrating character to me because while on paper his concept is fine, I feel his presence ends up being detrimental to the quality of the story because the mangaka didn't know how kept Shigaraki relevant and his solution was artificially increase his status sacrificing other more interesting characters with potential just to elevate Shigaraki, especially Nine and Overhaul.

2_ Honestly I never thought on an in deep rewrite of Shigaraki overall character.

But If I have to say something he did works as a early antagonist considering the initial states of MHA and while I'm not fan of having a singular main villain (because in my ideal story multiple major villains should fight for the power) I think Shigaraki and Nine surely can coexist in the same story. They can even influence each other in fact.

After all an important part of Shigaraki as a character is how he develops a sense camaraderie and tries to became a better leader (even if there's a lot of problems with the execution if that idea in canon).

But Nine already had those qualities since the beginning, he's a good leader who always cared about his teamates and tried his best to protect them. He was a hero for them basically.

So why not make Nine a figure which inspires Shigaraki rather than his rival and Tomura attemps to became a better version of himself while looking what makes Nine a beloved leader, while at the same it time creates a contrast with AFO who was the only prominent figure on his life before.

It would also be funny if AFO didn't see coming how his two attempts of "successors" would became closer allies rather than rivals and join forces, eventually opposing him. Nine would never follow AFO selfish ideals, and he probably will fight to free Shigaraki from his control.

3_ This one is interesting, because I don't think Nine and Shigaraki have a big age difference in the first place.

Despite Nine got a more adult vibe he probably is at best middle 20s, which would make him 4-5 years older than Shigaraki in terms of canon age.

So in a scenario where Nine found Tenko after what happened to his family that day they both will still be kids.

But despite Nine seem to only care about people with stronger quirks and you can think "why he would care about a random kid in the streets?" I actually think Nine has this unconsious instict to protect others in a vulnerable situation regardless of their actual power. After all how he could guess people like Slice and Mummy were strong but he helped them anyway?

That being said I think Nine would do exactly the same for Tenko if he found him that day, extending a hand to him (metaphorically at least lol) and both would escape together while trying to survive on the cruel world of the streets as two orphans without any place to go.

Think about it as Nine being the big bro who tries to protect Tenko the best he can, because he knows Tenko can be a really strong person and both could take on the world someday. Of course Nine won't try to fuel Tenko's trauma unlike AFO, perhaps he will attempt to heal him and Tenko will recover a bit of his own selfless and sweet self with time.

While they grown together as a found family they eventually will meet Chimera, Slice and Mummy like Nine did in canon.

Idk how their lives should continue from there, but pretty sure all them will still fight for create the ideal world Nine always wanted for all of them.

So that's it, I tried my best to answer each question but probably I could've added a lot more but didn't want to make this too long either.

Perhaps one day I will do more post with ideas about how I would like the story to be. It's very fun write about Nine and Shigaraki actually.

Thank you for ask and read!

[thebroccolination]

OW, GRACE UNDER PRESSURE, OW

So I'm in the middle of rewatching "Grace Under Pressure" for the first time since maaaybe? university? many years ago and I'm losing it because I fully forgot that one of the reasons this episode is so beloved is not only because it's Rodney all alone with a head injury, it's also Rodney trying to convince himself that anyone cares enough about him to try and save him.

Meanwhile: EVERYONE IS TRYING TO SAVE HIM.

ESPECIALLY JOHN SHEPPARD.

CARTER: Look, I hear what you're saying and I'm telling you -- you're wrong. You have some very smart, very motivated people on the surface, and the only thing any of them are working on right now is rescuing you. McKAY: Oh, come on! They are planning my memorial service. CARTER: If your plan fails -- and it probably will -- you could jeopardise their plans. [GateWorld - "Grace Under Pressure" Transcript]

I completely forgot the whole Atlantis portion of the episode over the years and basically only retained how incredible of an actor David Hewlett was in it.

MEANWHILE! John is all, "I will absolutely order that scientist to risk his life to save my scientist, and I will pretend I have any authority to do so because my scientist is in danger and I am prepared to make all kinds of unethical decisions for his sake," and now I'm ensconced in all the mcshep feelings of my past.

SHEPPARD: Well, Doctors Moore and McNab are here to study the ocean on M8R-1229, which happens to be under a thick sheet of ice, so they brought a thousand-foot cable and a pretty powerful winch to lower their instruments. WEIR: OK. SHEPPARD (gesturing to a nearby scientist): And Edgar over here is responsible for the magnetic grapple designed to lower the F-302s into our Jumper Bay. WEIR: And you intend to put the two together. SHEPPARD: Like chocolate and peanut butter.

It's absurdly emotion-fueling that John's really not a social person, but look at him assembling his own li'l team of people to go save his shouty nerd boyfriend. :')

McKAY: Well, we'll never be able to stop it. CARTER: I'm not saying that we could -- we're just trying to buy time here. McKAY: In order to make death as long and as drawn-out as possible, huh?! CARTER: Just max it out, McKay.

I'M NOT OKAY! JUST! RODNEY DOWN THERE ALL ALONE TRYING TO TELL HIMSELF OVER AND OVER THAT THE PEOPLE HE CARES ABOUT, THE PEOPLE WHO ARE HIS EXTENDED FOUND FAMILY WHOMST HE'S SAVED OVER AND OVER, WON'T JUST WASH THEIR HANDS OF HIM BECAUSE IT'S GOING TO BE EXTREMELY DIFFICULT TO SAVE HIM.

SHEPPARD (over radio): All you have to do is open your door and walk to my Jumper. (Sam smiles.) CARTER: I told you they'd come up with something.

NOW IF YOU'LL EXCUSE ME, I'M GOING TO GO REREAD WRITTEN BY THE VICTORS AND CRY MYSELF INTO OBLIVION

[delulu-with-wandanat]

Ayy put in ur request mfs😩🫶

(or questions. or thoughts lol)

Request are CLOSE😚

(for now pookiebears, pls do share ur brainrots if u want too!)

Also this shit is 18+

(Out the door if u is underage. Aight now below here is just things me like and don’t like, as well as masterlist)

Here’s thing me like and no like👌

Me likey:

Wandanat (Romantic)

I’m open to NSFW but like not explicit?? (Idk how to explain myself, I’m just not very good at smut😅 But yes you can request that!)

Wanda x Reader (Romantic/Platonic)

Natasha x Reader (Strictly Platonic)

I know there’s not a lot of Masculine!Reader so if you want those just specify it 👍 (Just keep in mind of the previous bullet)

Natasha x Sibling!Reader is my personal fave.

Wandanat x Child!Reader is also 🫶🫶

Me no like:

Wandanat x Reader (Sorry guys, unless it’s platonic yes I can do that)

Natasha x Reader (Again sorry guys, I see her as a mother/sister figure)

(now onto the good stuff)

✨MASTERLIST✨

- Romanoff-Maximoff Family -

Soccer Moms Wandanat

Shopping for School Supplies

Goes on a vacation ('Vacation Dad' Nat x 'Memory of a Dory' Wanda) Part 1 | Part 2

- Wandanat (my beloveds) -

Fatal Attraction Natasha gets hurt during a mission with Wanda, and Wanda for some reason found herself more attracted to Nat. Yes, in her state on injury.

Frog Debacles Wanda and Natasha's child is an animal lover. They have the tendency to bring home whatever stray they find, today was no different. They brought home a damn frog.

Shape of You Wanda's exploring the extent of her powers and can't help but tease Nat with it. And Natasha... well, Natasha discovers something new about herself.

Money must be funny, in a rich girl's world. Natasha works at a beach club, and Wanda is the daughter of the owner. Let's just say, summer wasn't the only thing that's hot that day.

Sweater Weather Wanda and Natasha are friends, maybe even more. People love a classic jock and cheerleader trope. However when Natasha finds out that Wanda's little groupie had been bullying her little sister, it puts a strain on their relationship. Will Wanda be able to redeem herself?

'Chubby MILF' Wanda x 'Beefcake' Romanoff Part 1 | Part 2 | Part 3 |HC

The Adventure of Wanda's (questionable) Hairdos Part 1 | Part 2 | Part 3 Wanda has an obsession with her changing hairstyles, and Natasha is a supportive girlfriend.

Queen of Westview High ('Mean Girl' Wanda x 'Nerd' Tasha) Part 1 | Part 2 | Part 3 | Last

Stuck in Our Universe (Crackfic that got extended... very much) Part 1 | Part 2 | Part 3 | Part 4 | Part 5 | Part 6 | Part 7 | Part 8 | Part 9 | Part 10 | Part 11 | Part 12 (Holyshit this was long-)

Two Worlds Apart ('Corrupted' Wanda x 'Earth 77' Natasha) Part 1 | Part 2

Love and Immortality ('Witchy' Wanda x 'Vampire' Natasha) Part 1 | Part 2

- Wanda Maximoff x Reader -

Tainted Past Part 1 | Part 2 | Part 3 | Part 4 Years have passed since Westview and Wanda finally has the chance to settle down and live the normal she had always yearned for. However, that comes with a challenge as many were still wary of her. Along the way she met a young man in his early 20s, whom took pity on the witch despite all odds.

Mockingbird America Chavez gave Wanda what she wanted, Wanda sees the love of her life again from another universe. However, her lover's variant already build a life without her...

International Affair (Wanda Maximoff x InternationalStudent!Reader) Part 1 | Part 2 | Part 3 | Part 4 | Last

Hopelessly in Love (HS au) (Wanda Maximoff x Natasha Romanoff, Wanda Maximoff x Reader) Part 1 | Part 2 | Part 3 | Last

- Natasha Romanoff x Reader -

Alternative Proposition Struggling to take care her 5 year old daughter, Y/n took out a loan from the mob to start a small business in hopes that it would resolve their financial struggles. But small businesses takes time to flourish, which Y/n doesn't have and ends up biting her in the ass... or did it?

[lightwing-s]

alfred meeting food blogger reader for the first time during weekly visit when he off to new york visiting jason (which he gives Alfie reader's home address since reader wants to meat his grandpa) but encounter them in the farmer market when he and the reader both reach for a fresh batch of apple at same time in the same stall, also, jason and alfred both pretend not to know each other when reader introduce her new friend to her boyfriend as jason hugs himself around reader🍎❤🍎

It was a nice saturday morning, the early sun rays warming his face and contrasting with the still cold air hanging around. Jason had lost you sometime ago, but he didn’t worry. There was no need for it, in fact.

Y/n was always excited to go to the farmer’s market. And by excited he meant very, eager, exhilarated, psyched. You loved it. All kinds of fresh delicious food. All kinds of unique and different products. Everything a food lover, kind-of-a-chef, and content creator would love.

So he didn’t worry when he suddenly missed your hands in his, and your constant chattering about any and every product you found mildly interesting. He knew you were safe and that you would come back. And that’s a feeling being in Gotham never really granted him.

“Jason! Babe!” he heard you calling, quickly turning around in the direction your voice was coming from. “I found the most beautiful strawberries I’ve ever seen” you told him once he arrived beside you, eyes sparkling at your excitement.

They were truly beautiful. Big, bright red and without a flaw in sight. “My new friend, Alfred, and I were just chatting about how difficult it’s been to find such good strawberries these days, isn’t it?”

Turning to face your new friend, Jason followed your movements to land eyes in one of his most beloved and well recognized features. Alfred, now clad in a jacket and something else other than a suit, but still as posh, smiled at his foster son, extending his hands for Jason to shake. “Nice to finally see you again, Master Jason.”

The look on your face, of complete shock and surprise, must have been entertaining, because your boyfriend blurted out laughing at you, while you remained not understanding a thing. And then it clicked.

“He’s your Alfred?” you questioned, looking frantically between the two men. “Oh my gosh, you are his Alfrend, aren’t you? I’m so excited to finally meet you!” you embraced the older man, a bit surprised he let you do so without knowing you that much.

“And I’m happy to finally meet you too. Master Jason has talked a lot about you, miss.” Alfred threw a knowing glance at Jason, and you could’ve sworn his cheeks turned pink.

“And he has told me a lot about you too. In fact, you’re the only family member mister grumpy tells me about.”

While the two engaged in a long conversation, going from you excitedly asking Alfred to tell you about Jason’s childhood, to different kinds of food and recipes and cooking tips you could remember, Jason smiled happily at you two. Two of the most important people in his life getting along so well and so quickly.

He felt a strange sensation on his chest. A good sensation. One that made the small box hidden in his drawer seem ideal.

“Hey, Alfie” he interrupted, laying his arms around both yours and Alfred’s shoulders. “How about we get some breakfast back at our place?”

[misshoneyimhome]

Okay I need a lil bit of holiday angst followed by fluff, I’m thinking he’s on the phone with Alex and they’re prepping for the Nylander clan to arrive in Toronto for Christmas! Now you’ve met the family and adore them but you’ve never spent a holiday together and you’re excited as you think this is a huge step in your relationship! So you arrive back home from gift shopping and he’s on the phone and you’re about to pop in to say hello but you overhear him saying how he feels a little apprehensive and doesn’t know how he feels about you joining in on their holiday, big ouch you feel as though you’re rushing into the family and feel badly about planning this whole business, now if you stayed to listen longer you’d know it’s because he knows how much you live your family and he feels bad for keeping you from them for the first time at Christmas and he’s anxious because he wants to make it a perfect first Christmas together as it won’t be the last…but boy has some explaining to do when he finds you crying in your shared bedroom amongst his family’s presents😭

Oh yes! Nothing says Christmas more than a little holiday misunderstanding 😅 bb, I hope this comes somewhere close to your idea, and that you’ll enjoy a little bit of soft!Willy as he tries to comfort his girlfriend ❤️

Words count: 2.3+

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My Only Wish I William Nylander ✿❄︎

"Okay, I think that's the final one," you quietly murmured to yourself while checking your list twice. And then with a contented grin, you set off for home after a successful Christmas shopping spree. 

Meanwhile you’d been out hunting for gifts, your boyfriend William Nylander was busy getting things ready for his family's visit.

This Christmas marked your first year celebrating it together, and although it felt like a significant step in your relationship, it just felt right. You and William had been dating for almost two years, and an official couple for almost just as long, so spending the holidays together seemed like a natural decision.

Initially, you were a bit unsure about skipping your usual family Christmas, but with work commitments looming with important meetings on the 22nd and William's home hockey match on the 23rd it made more practical sense to stay put in Toronto. Besides, William had extended an invitation to almost his entire family to join in the celebrations.

Or perhaps, it could have been his sisters' insistence to have everyone together that pushed the plan forward. Nonetheless, they were all set to arrive on the 22nd, catch the Leafs playing against the Blue Jackets on the 23rd, and then Alex would fly in from Pittsburgh, giving you all ample time from the 24th to the 27th to enjoy the Nylander family's company. And this year, you were to be a part of it all.

You were absolutely thrilled. Christmas was your favourite time of the year, and there was nothing you wanted more than to spend those days with your beloved boyfriend. You'd found him the perfect present, or maybe even presents, and you'd also sorted gifts for all his family members.

Despite William's insistence that you shouldn't spend all your time and money on gifts for his family, you couldn't help yourself nor contain your excitement. You were simply too eager and joyous about the upcoming celebrations.

You adored his family, and it seemed they felt the same way about you.

William surprised you by introducing you to them rather swiftly, which was unexpected as he wasn't usually the type to share his personal life so soon. But he was simply immensely proud to have you as his girlfriend, and he just hadn’t been able to resist mentioning you to them. So soon after, he pulled you into a family video call for a virtual introduction. Then, during the following off-season, you spent almost two months in Sweden with all his family and friends.

Returning to the condo, you struggled to unlock the front door while juggling numerous bags and holding your phone in your mouth, but eventually managed to push it open.

"Hey babe," you greeted softly upon entering, but there was no response from William.

Thinking he might be in the bathroom, you carefully set the bags down before removing your coat and shoes. But just as you were about to call out once more, William's voice echoed from the living room.

"I don't know, Alex," you heard William's voice sounding rather intense, almost irritated, you thought. "I mean, I love y/n, but I’m just not so sure about her spending Christmas here with us."

The sudden mention of your name caused you to freeze in place.

Moreover, you were baffled by his words. Why would he suddenly express uncertainty to his brother about you staying for Christmas? You'd discussed it several times, and each time, William had appeared genuinely thrilled about the idea. It was even his own suggestion when you’d mentioned the stress of travelling during the holidays.

His words cut deep, leaving a painful sting in your heart.

"I know, it's just... she's been putting in so much effort, and she seems genuinely excited about the whole thing..." William's voice resonated through the condo. You hadn't meant to eavesdrop, but you merely found yourself unable to move. William was talking to Alex about you, and it didn't sound like a positive conversation.

"No, she's out Christmas shopping right now... I just don't know how to say anything..." William's tone was gentle yet slightly husky, and his voice began to quiver as he talked about you spending the holiday with him.

Listening to one side of the conversation, you felt your heart shatter. Naturally, you couldn't hear Alex's response.

True, you had put in a tremendous amount of effort. You wanted your home to radiate the holiday spirit, maybe going a bit overboard with decorations, perhaps choosing a rather large Christmas tree, and even deciding to prepare every variety of Christmas dishes, blending traditional Swedish courses with Canadian ones.

However, you had believed this was what you both wanted. Although William wasn't adept at planning such gatherings, you interpreted his expressions as pure excitement, reflecting the joy you felt in organising the entire event.

But clearly, you were mistaken.

Perhaps it had overwhelmed him. Maybe this step in your relationship was too significant, and now he was having second thoughts.

"I just feel bad... maybe we shouldn't have agreed to do this..."

Slow tears traced down your cheeks as a whirlwind of thoughts raced through your mind, leading you to regret this entire situation. Your breaths became uneven, your chest felt burdened, and pain pierced through your body, gripping your heart with a deep ache.

This couldn't be happening, you thought.

Closing your eyes, you allowed the tears to flow freely, and gently grasping all the bags again, you quietly attempted to make your way to the bedroom, seeking solace and tranquillity. Peeking into the room, you spotted William, his head bowed, facing the large window of the condo, and seeing it as an opportunity, you tried to sneak past him and into the bedroom.

And as soon as you entered, your body collapsed at the foot of the bed, throwing the bags with you. Nestling your knees against your chest, your back leaned against the bed frame, and you released your sobs.

You felt hurt. Hurt that William didn't share the same enthusiasm about spending the holiday together and hurt that he felt unable to tell you how he truly felt.

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"I just feel guilty about keeping her away from her own family, Alex," William confessed to his brother, expressing his concerns about the upcoming days.

"Come on, Willy, if y/n didn't want to spend Christmas with all of us, she wouldn't have gone to such lengths to plan it," Alex chuckled lightly over the phone, prompting a gentle sigh from William.

"I guess you're right. She's seemed so excited about it, which makes me happy. I just hope she won't be disappointed. It's her first Christmas with us, and... God, I just hope she'll like it."

Thinking about having you there during this time of year brought a sense of joy to William. You meant everything to him, and experiencing these emotions with you excited him more than anything else.

He knew how much you cherished this holiday. And he had to admit that all the joy and romance of Christmas had a profound effect on him too, despite being a 27-year-old boy who sometimes felt immature and challenged with admitting to his own deep feelings. Yet, deep emotions coursed through him, seeing your eyes sparkle with excitement when you spoke about spending Christmas together and how much you adored his family.

Your unwavering commitment to him and to making the holiday special touched him deeply. And it only had him believe that you were indeed meant for him.

"Willy, chill out, she's going to love it! Besides, she's already spent enough time with all of us, so she won't get scared away," Alex's chuckles echoed in William's ear, prompting laughter from William as well.

"True that," he replied before their conversation gradually faded, and they eventually hung up.

William released a gentle sigh, feeling relieved after his chat with his brother, as it had helped ease his earlier concerns about your decision to stay back in Toronto with him and his family.

But then looking at the time, he found it odd that you hadn't returned yet. You'd been out for hours, and while he understood that shopping could take time, he also knew you had had a plan, so it shouldn't have taken so long.

Attempting to call you only led to voicemail, which started to raise some concern, as he then began pacing around the condo. He should have heard you come in, but as he noticed your shoes and coat by the front door, he slowly realised that perhaps he hadn't heard you due to his phone call.

Contemplating where you might have gone, William made his way to your bedroom, gently knocking on the door.

"Babe, are you in there?"

Startled by William's voice, your heart sank deeper, and you find yourself struggling to speak.

"Yes... um, but please, don't come in here," you managed to say, trying to hide the tremble in your voice.

"Why? What are you doing?"

Your mind felt foggy from crying, and you hurriedly made up an excuse, not wanting William to see you in this state.

"I, um... I'm wrapping your present," you forced out, attempting to conceal the cracks in your voice.

But sensing that something wasn't right, William felt a twitch of concern. It wasn't like you to come home without saying anything to him, even if he was on the phone. Normally, you'd give him a silent kiss before heading off if he was in a call.

But as you’d simply slipped away into the bedroom, he knew something was off.

"Come on, baby, what's wrong?" he asked, his tone tinged with worry.

You attempted to deflect again, trying to get him to leave, but William wasn't easily convinced.

"Nothing's wrong, Willy... I'm just—"

"You're not wrapping my present; you did that just last week," he stated firmly before pushing the door open.

William's heart shattered into pieces as his eyes fell upon you. You were sitting on the floor, surrounded by the day's haul of presents, your eyes red and puffy, clearly showing signs of crying.

"Shit, babe, what's wrong?" William hurriedly sat down next to you, gently wrapping his arm around your shoulder. "Has something happened? Are you okay?"

The sight of you crying almost shook William. He hated seeing you like this, and he couldn't help but wonder if he had caused it.

"It's nothing..." you almost whispered, avoiding his gaze as you felt too vulnerable to face him.

"No, it's not nothing... you're crying, and I want to know why."

Your entire body trembled as you struggled to articulate how you felt. You had overheard his conversation and knew he didn't want you to stay for Christmas. But finding the words felt incredibly challenging.

"Hey," William spoke softly, his finger gently lifting your chin to meet his gaze. "Talk to me..."

It was as if your mouth wanted to slowly form the words your mind had been processing, yet your voice hesitated.

"I..." you softly began, more tears streaming down your cheeks. "I know, Willy... I know you don't want me here for Christmas." Your voice was low and quivering.

"What?" William was taken aback. "What makes you think that?"

"I heard what you said to Alex... that you weren't sure about having me here for the holiday... and that you felt bad because I've gone overboard, and now you didn't know how to tell me that you didn't want to spend Christmas together..." You repeated softly, recalling the conversation between the brothers.

"y/n, that's not... that's not what I meant," William sighed deeply.

"It's okay, Willy, I get it," you continued gently, trying to muster a soft smile. "Maybe it is too big a step in our relationship, and that's alright... I just wish you'd told me sooner, so I wouldn't have gone through all of this and made you feel bad about it."

By now you had surrendered to the tears, letting them flow freely.

"Baby! I want to spend Christmas with you," William spoke more assertively, now understanding the root of the misunderstanding. It pained him to think that you believed he didn't want this, especially when he was overly excited about having you there. In fact, he had been considering it since last Christmas, but he was unsure if you'd be okay with it until you had both discussed it.

Letting out a deep sigh, he felt the need to explain.

"You only heard part of our conversation, y/n/n. I said those things because I feel like I'm keeping you from your family. Believe me, I want nothing more than to have you around and spend these days with you and my family."

Your eyes darted from side to side, searching his for any hint of insincerity but found none.

"Really?" you simply asked.

A wave of relief washed over you as he clarified the true essence of the conversation. Moreover, you felt a pang of guilt for drawing to conclusion based on just a part of the entire discussion.

William couldn't help but let out a soft chuckle.

"Of course, babe, my only wish this year is to be with you, and I just want you to be happy about it as well," William said, taking your hand and gently intertwining his fingers with yours. "I just feel guilty that you won't be spending the days at home."

"I am happy about it, Willy. I don't want to be anywhere else but here, with you and your family. Please believe that," you reassured your boyfriend. "You've got nothing to feel guilty about."

"Good," he flashed a gentle smile and planted a kiss on your forehead. "I just love you so much."

"I love you too," you softly spoke, leaning into his touch, before the two of you shared a tender kiss.

[littlest-w01f]

Wings

Elain x Reader

For @elainarcheronweek

Elain Week 2024 Masterlist

Day 2: Hope

Summary: Elain as a human always has hope, hope of helping, and now she helps you

Cw: Fluff, hurt.

Elain sighed, it was winter again, she always hated winter, because it meant she couldn't garden as much as she wanted to. The sound of rain tapping against the window panes filled the room, its rhythm soothing and comforting. It starkly contrasted the silence that usually enveloped the house during these cold months. Elain gazed out the window, watching the raindrops run down the glass, leaving behind water trails.

As Elain stood there, lost in thought, the patter of raindrops suddenly intensified into heavy snow. Her hand instinctively reached for the curtains to draw them shut. But something about the storm outside caught her attention - a flicker of movement amidst the driving rain.

Curiosity piqued, Elain pressed her nose against the cool pane, peering through the veil of snowflakes. It was a snow owl, which confused Elain greatly, since she was sure there were no snow owls in the peasant village her family lived it, heading for nowhere, and it looked injured by the wing, Elain opened the window again, hoping the owl would see it.

The owl fluttered closer, drawn by the warmth emanating from inside. Its feathers were matted with blood near one wing tip, confirming Elain's suspicions of injury. With great care, she extended her arm towards the creature, coaxing it to land.

To her surprise, the owl alighted gently onto her forearm, its talons barely grazing her skin. Up close, Elain could see the bird's striking beauty - pure white plumage, piercing golden eyes, and a regal bearing despite its wounded state.

"I've got you," Elain murmured softly, cradling the owl protectively against her chest. She carried it inside, away from the biting chill and relentless snow. Elain carefully examined the owl's injuries, marvelling at the resilience of nature even in the harshest conditions, keeping quiet so her sister or father wouldn't hear.

As Elain tended to the owl's wounds, she felt an inexplicable connection to the majestic creature. Its calm demeanour and trusting gaze seemed to mirror the serenity she found in her beloved gardens during the warmer months.

Lost in this moment, Elain failed to notice the subtle changes occurring within herself. A sense of purpose, once absent due to the seasonal constraints on her gardening, now stirred within her breast. This injured snow owl had somehow awakened a deeper longing - a desire to nurture and heal, not just plants but all living things in need.

The owl suddenly turned into a fae female right before her eyes, Elain could barely hold back a sharp scream as the Fae now sat in front of her in bed, her eyes were wide as she ran to the other side of the room, trying to find iron to defend herself against the horrid creatures that were Fae, but as you looked back at the female, pointed ears, beautiful blonde locks, pained golden eyes, she wondered if the you were more scared of her, than she was of you.

You looked up from where you were seated, "Please... I need help." You whimpered, what was once your injured wing, was now your injured arm and shoulder, "I need... Help."

Elain’s heart pounded in her chest, adrenaline coursing through her veins. For a moment, she contemplated reaching for the nearby poker, a crude yet effective weapon against such ethereal beings. Yet, something held her back, perhaps it was the plea in your voice, or the raw vulnerability etched across your delicate features.

Elain swallowed hard, slowly lowering her hands to her sides. “What happened to you?” she asked cautiously, trying to maintain eye contact with you despite her own rapidly beating heart.

"I was caught, by this evil female, she... She wanted to take my feathers so she forced me to turn..." You groaned in pain, "But they had just started to harm me that I flew, hard and fast, I didn't see where I was going... I ended up here." You looked up at her, "But you're human, which only means I crossed the wall on acident."

Elain listened intently, her expression softening with each word you spoke. She moved closer, placing the poker back on the fireplace that didn't really light anymore. Despite your current form being that of a Fae, Elain couldn’t deny the sorrowful tale you recounted.

“I’m glad you landed here,” she said gently, kneeling beside you. “Let me help you.” Reaching out a tentative hand, she gingerly touched your uninjured shoulder. “Do you have a name? Or can I call you Snowflake?”

"I'm y/n, you may call me y/n." You gasped as she touched your shoulder, trying to assess the damage.

Elain stayed quiet, looking at your shoulder and biceps bloody, from what she could tell, the cuts weren't that big, but you did lose a lot of blood, she wished she had paid more time to Feyre's injuries from hunting than the few times she had, so that she knew exactly what to do, but she did know the basics, "I'll clean it and then have it wrapped, you Fae heal quick, right?" She asked.

You nodded weakly, your breathing shallow. "Yes, we heal quickly. But the transformation took a toll on my body, so did the torture."

Elain left quick and fetched a bowl of water and some clean cloth. Gently, she began to cleanse your wounds, wincing sympathetically at your winces and gasps. "I'm sorry, I know this hurts, and we don't have any warm water..." she murmured apologetically.

"I don't mind," You groaned, "I've had worse."

As she worked, Elain couldn't help but marvel at the intricacy of your Fae features, the delicate points of your ears, the iridescent shimmer of your skin. It was like tending to a rare, exotic flower.

Only now did Elain allow herself to take you in fully, your bare body and all. A blush formed on her cheeks as she tried looking past the curves of your breasts, to focus on the task at hand instead of letting her eyes wander.

Despite her attempts to keep her focus on your injuries, Elain couldn’t ignore the alluring sight of your figure. Elain briefly let her gaze linger before forcing herself to look back down at your shoulder.

"You’re very beautiful," she blurted out unintentionally, immediately regretting her words. "I mean, not that I'm staring or anything…" she stammered, flustered.

"Well thank you, sweet human," You giggle heartily, "What should I call you? Do you have a name or does darling work for you?"

Elain's face flushed an even deeper shade of crimson at your teasing remark and playful nickname. She ducked her head, trying to hide her embarrassment.

"E-Elain is fine," she managed to say, her voice barely above a whisper. "And please, don't call me darling. I'm not used to such…forwardness."

Despite her protests, Elain couldn't deny the flutter in her chest at your charming smile and the way your golden eyes sparkled with mirth. There was something undeniably captivating about you, even in your weakened state.

"So, Elain, do you help random Faeries crashing through your windows or am I special?" You teased.

She gave a small laugh, still blushing slightly under your teasing gaze. "It seems like you're rather lucky, y/n," she replied, her voice gentle despite the playful tone. "No one else has ever stumbled in quite like this before."

Her fingers continued their careful ministrations on your wounds, wiping away the last traces of blood until nothing remained but clean, smooth skin marked by a few cuts. A thin layer of ointment was applied to prevent infection followed by snug bandages made of old cloth.

"There," Elain declared finally, sitting back on her heels with a satisfied nod. "That should help with the pain. Just be sure not to agitate them too much."

Once your injuries were properly attended to, Elain carefully helped you sit upright. Her touch was surprisingly gentle, almost feather-light, sending pleasant shivers down your spine.

"Rest now," she urged softly, pulling a blanket over your shoulders. "Your body needs time to get better after everything you’ve been through."

She watched you closely, her brow furrowed with concern. Despite her initial fear and confusion upon seeing your true nature, there was now a genuine warmth in her gaze – a kind of caring affection that only someone who truly understood pain could possess.

"Is there anything else I can do for you?" she asked quietly, her voice laced with sincerity.

"Nothing, thank you, sweet human." You whisper softly, "I shall leave once I'm healed."

Elain's heart sank at your words, though she understood why you would want to return to your own world. Still, she hoped that maybe you'd reconsider staying for a while longer.

There was a flicker of disappointment in Elain's eyes at your words, quickly replaced by understanding. She leaned back, brushing a loose strand of hair behind your ear with a gentle touch. "I understand. I hope I could see you again." She said, even if she knew the chance was highly unlikely.

"I hope so too, Elain." You smiled back at her.

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[angeart]

Boatem Circus.... Thoughts cycling through my head about your Wonderful au. These thoughts might not make sense but. You're cool!

I think what breaks me the most (at this moment) /pos is that Scar, when he built up the circus with his own two hands, after coming from wherever he had come from, had to teach himself how to bring salvation to others. How to show others safety and warmth and show them that things would be okay. He had to teach himself first how to take care of others. And then after elegy he realizes that everything he taught himself can be like- applied to him, too, because he's not alone anymore and the others are gonna show him and teach him and save him and it's so 🥹 love. Found family. Yummy.

(Also while I'm here 👉👈, am I allowed to ask who the very first person to join Scar's circus was or is that like spoilers-?) hope you have a lovely night and day

boatem circus!! 💕

you are so very right about scar. he didn't have other people show him kindness, but he still decided to extend it to others. he had to learn, and by doing so, he wasn't even aware he's teaching the others too!

and gosh when they turn it around on him 🥺 my heart.

found family!!! i love boatem circus crew found family so so so much.

you are allowed to ask! it's not a secret or a spoiler or anything! it just genuinely wasn't something i had figured out, but your question prompted me to go bug stiff and i think we got it now :3c ...

the order in which people joined the circus*:

scar > impulse > gem > jimmy > ren > pearl > cleo & doc (separately but at around the same time) > mumbo > joel > grian > [events of elegy] > skizz > tango > ???

... so. impulse. our beloved impulse was first.

he was running away from some people and he hid at where scar was building stuff. and scar came across him, with his typical "well hello there :J"

and impulse was scared! and he could've lashed out with fire in his fear. but— he didn't. (he is a teddy bear and genuinely doesn't want to hurt anyone, ever.) (there might be a backstory buried there that makes elegy so much worse :3c just saying)

he wasn't used to people regarding him without fear. he wasn't used to being just... accepted. or to be allowed to stay anywhere. he actually fully expected that's what the rest of his life will be: endless wandering, being chased off, forever running away. and yet.

and yet.

scar offers him a place to stay. so easily. as if it didn't cost him anything.

[parad-ice-lostandfound]

Prompt: “Do you want to put the star on the top of the tree?”

Pairing: Mozus Trein and GN!Reader/Yuu/Prefect (Familial)

Genre: Fluff

TW: NA

AN: I don't really have much to say about Trein lol. Hope you enjoy!

"Oh, come here lil' guy," you hummed, gently scooping Lucius from his place on the bay window seat. The cat let out a disgruntled meow, signalling his dissatisfaction as he looked at you with judgemental eyes. You just smiled at him innocently, cradling him like the furry little baby he was.

"Just gotta... there!" Anna smiled, decorating the bay window with tinsel and fairy lights. Delighted by her own work, she took a moment to take it all in. Turning to you, she said, "Well, that's the last of it done."

"Anna! (Name)! Come help decorate the tree if you're done with the rest of the house!" Ella called out to the two of you, making you gently let down Lucius from his perch in your arms. The feline sauntered off, out the door of the library and into the hallway as the two of you followed.

When Professor Trein found out that you were going to stay alone at Night Raven College for the winter holidays, he extended an invitation to you to spend the holidays with him and his daughters. Mozus Trein had grown fond of you, to the point where he regaled his daughters with stories of your adventures in the academy through the letters they exchanged regularly; Anna and Ella had been worryingly happy to show you the letters, much to their father's embarrassment.

You had grown used to the cosy house that Professor Trein called his home in no time, mixing with his family like you were always meant to be a part of it. Anna and Ella were a delight to be around. The women had taken one look at you and declared you their sibling, spoiling you and Grim both throughout your stay.

Ella was the older, calmer pillar to the absolute bouncing-off-the-walls energy that Anna brought. Both women loved and respected their father immensely, refusing to let him do anything they deemed too strenuous while they were there (which was most things).

It was endearing to see the way both of them would intently watch their father whenever he moved through the house, eyes narrowing when they saw him trying to lift something, no matter how light. Ella's gentle taking of the object from his hands would be coupled with Anna's playful scolding, after which you'd be roped in to monitor the elderly man who'd be placed into a 'timeout' on the couch.

These 'timeouts' would lead to the two of you sitting peacefully on the couch, your respective feline companions dozing off or resting on your laps as Professor Trein regaled you with stories from his past, of trips to faraway places and beloved friends. You grew close with the Professor, soaking up his retelling of stories with such eagerness that for a moment Mozus Trein was reminded of days when he'd read stories to two young girls before tucking them into bed.

If he hadn't thought of you as family before, he did now.

Once you reached the living room, you paused to admire the Christmas tree that was being decorated by an enthusiastic Grim and a slightly exasperated but fond Professor Trein. Anna immediately bee-lined to the two with the aim of helping them, while nudging you to go and help Ella, who seemed to be dusting some pictures kept on the marble mantelpiece. You obliged with her wordless request, making your way to the older woman.

You spied her holding a photo with gentle hands as you came to a stop next to her. It was a photo of a younger Professor Trein and a woman. The woman held a baby in her arms, carefully lowering them so a young girl could look at the baby with curious eyes. You recognized the young girl as Ella, so the baby must have been Anna. And that would mean...

"This is my mother," Ella spoke, her voice softer than usual. "I think this is the last photo we have of all of us together. All other photos of Mother before she left us only have we three girls," she glanced at you, a soft smile on her lips. "Father isn't one for being in pictures himself you see, though he likes to take them," she explained, fingertips gently grazing the cleaned glass.

"... She was really pretty," you said, looking at the woman in the photograph. She really was. Her long and luxurious hair was the same shade as Ella's, and her eyes the same colour as Anna's. The way she looked at her two young daughters interacting with each other was kind and motherly. The younger version of Professor Trein in the picture seemed unaware that a picture was being taken, his attention fully focused on his three girls as he stood close to his late wife.

It was a beautiful picture of a perfect family.

"That she was," Ella hummed in agreement as she placed the picture back on the mantelpiece. "Father used to tell us that Mother was the daughter of a wealthy merchant. That, along with her beautiful face and agreeable nature, ensured that she had plenty of suitors back in the day," she smiled, then continued, "though he refuses to tell us how he managed to woo her. Anna believes that he serenaded her one night under the stars, and she fell for him. And that he's just too embarrassed to tell us that."

You laughed as a vision of a young Professor Trein, singing his love and admiration to his wife danced in front of your eyes, and Ella chuckled along. "Ridiculous, isn't it?"

"What is ridiculous?" Professor Trein asked from behind you, and your laughter increased. Ella looked at you in amusement, a hand on your shoulder to stabilise your laughing form as she gave her father an innocent smile, "Nothing father. Have you finished decorating the tree?"

Professor Trein looked behind him, where Grim and Anna were arguing about Grim wanting to eat the popcorn used to decorate the tree and sighed. He looked back at the two of you.

"Only the star remains. (Name), would you like to put the star on the tree?"

You look at Professor Trein with a slight surprise on your face. "Me?"

Professor Trein raises an eyebrow at you, the faintest hint of concern on his face, "Why, does the thought not please you? If so, then Anna or Ella could place the star; no need to fret."

You shook your head, "No! No, there's no problem. Uh... It's just that, back in my world... putting the star on the tree was kind of a big deal? It wasn't anything symbolic just... I remember fighting with my cousins to be the one to place it," you chuckled, trying to ignore the way your heart squeezed at the reminder that you didn't belong to this world. Your loved ones were not miles away, they were in an entirely different universe; who knew if you would ever see them again?

Professor Trein's eyes softened, and he placed a fatherly hand on your shoulder. "(Name). I would be happy if it were you placing the star on the tree," he said, giving you a smile you had only ever seen him give his daughters. A lump seemed to grow in your throat at the care and fondness in his gaze.

"Besides, if you require someone to fight with you for the position of honour, I'm sure Grim and Anna both would be more than willing opponents," he remarked, a side glance to the two who were still arguing about the popcorn.

You gave him a grateful smile, feeling the tell-tale burning in your eyes that signalled the coming of tears. Blinking them away, you said, "Thank you Professor Trein."

"You're welcome, kid."

Back to Masterlist...

[pinkcreamypeach]

Rosalina backstory in my au (Tons of angst)

I've been thinking about Rosalina for a week, and I've decided to share some information about her backstory in my AU. It's a bit different from canon, but I think it adds an interesting twist to her character. Anyways, here's what I wrote.

Rosalina has always had an unbreakable bond with her family in the Mario Universe. However, she had an extended family in addition to her parents, including grandparents, uncles, and cousins. They had a beautiful life and a close-knit connection. Her mother was like the sun, shining brightly, while her father was like the moon, illuminating the dark. Together, the couple lived in a world where stars were sentient beings, traversing the skies and communicating in a unique language. Humanoids, aliens, and strange creatures also coexisted in this world, each taking on unique forms and abilities.Rosalina herself was a humanoid, and she grew up surrounded by moon people. Her mother guided some across the Milky Way, teaching her daughter the importance of discipline, responsibility, and control. Her father taught her about the value of family and the importance of passion for one's goals.

Rosalina's parents were rulers and guardians, respected by their subjects and beloved by the citizens. They treated their people with kindness and fairness, and Rosalina was set to follow in their footsteps.However, tragedy struck, and the family was torn apart.A lethal, infectious virus that affected the magic-based users and entities of cosmic magic began to spread and cause havoc in the world. The virus was highly transmissible and had the ability to slowly drain the life and magic out of affected users, turning them into husks.Rosalina's father, a wise and capable ruler, did his best to protect the population and implement protocols to prevent the spread of the virus. However, despite his best efforts, the virus claimed the lives of many, including the king himself.

In his final moments, Rosalina's father continued to rule and guide his people, determined even in the face of death to keep them safe and protected. Unfortunately, even his own family was not spared from the virus's destructive effects. His beloved wife became the next victim and, despite being aware of the danger, she kissed her dying husband in a show of love and devotion, knowing that the sickness would take her life too.Rosalina was devastated by the loss of her world, which was once filled with light and magic, and became darker and more somber. Her mother passed away in Rosalina's arms, leaving her to grieve the loss of her only family. Rosalina watched as her mother fought through the pain to hold her daughter close and share her final words. With a comforting smile and gentle touch, her mother kissed Rosalina's forehead and whispered, "Look to the stars, my darling; there you will find me, always watching over you. We'll both be watching you; be brave, my Rosa.”

Rosalina spent many months mourning the loss of her parents and the pain of ruling a kingdom that was broken by the stars. Her dress was now too big for her small body, and the burden of being queen was more than she could bear. She found solace in sleeping in her parents' bed, clinging to the memories of their warmth.Despite her young age, Rosalina knew that she needed to grow up quickly. She had responsibilities far beyond her years, and she struggled with the weight of leading a civilization that was no longer functional. After several years of ruling, Rosalina was at her breaking point.However, a small glimmer of hope appeared in the form of a glowing Luma. It seemed to have lost its family too, and Rosalina sensed a kindred spirit. She took this opportunity and made an announcement that she was leaving the kingdom. She was able to make it habitable again, but she knew that she couldn't rule it.With a heavy heart, Rosalina packed her bags and set out on a new journey, unsure of where it would take her. But she wasn't alone - the Luma would be by her side, reminding her that there was still hope and light in the world.She tucked securely under one arm was an oversized hardback book, its thick pages weighted with the memories of Rosalina's family. Like a family photo album, the book was a precious keepsake, a tangible reminder of happier times. Rosalina had spent months carefully crafting her sketchbook, ensuring it was large enough to house a lifetime of cherished family memories.

Fatigue shone in Rosalina's eyes, the result of weeks of endless work and little rest. She carried a secret burden, the weight of her family's memories weighing heavily upon her shoulders. Her mother's dress provided a simple comfort in a world that had become overwhelming, the luma family she carried inside it a source of solace and hope.But the memories she held so dear also had the power to destroy her. Flashes of the past would flood her mind, bringing with them the pain of loss and the longing for the days when her family was whole. The memories were too much to bear, and Rosalina would often find herself on the brink of collapse, crying uncontrollably as she clung to her mother's dress.Her father's earrings were a constant reminder of the people she had lost. Rosalina had barely had a moment to grieve, consumed as she was by her duties as a ruler. The responsibility she bore had taken its toll on her, both physically and emotionally. She was often too weary to eat, her body weak and fragile from the endless strain. The pain she felt was both haunting and overwhelming, the kind of agony that threatened to devour her whole.

When Luma, the small star-shaped creature, approached Rosalina and heard her sobs, they knew they had to help. With reassuring words and comforting actions, they helped her calm down and feel safe. After hours of her tears, Rosalina finally quieted down, her cries gradually slowing down until she finally fell asleep. Luma then hugged her tightly, grateful for the opportunity to finally feel safe and protected.The experience was transformative for Rosalina, who had been through so much trauma and struggled with depression for a long time. Seeing her loved ones being killed, encountering the aftermath, and carrying the weight of restoring an entire civilization had taken a toll on her. She carried so much stress and anger, but finally, with the presence of Luma, she felt a sense of hope and even managed to feel alive again.Along with Luma, she also found Luna, another luma who she considered her child. Together, they provided her with a sense of love and comfort, helping her heal and move forward from the pain and suffering she had endured for far too long.

Rosalina's journey through the decades was a journey of healing, motherhood, and leadership. With the love and support of her loyal Lumas, including Luna, she was able to find comfort and purpose as the Queen of the Stars. Despite the virus slowly eating away at her, the magic within her allowed her to keep it at bay, ensuring her powers remained intact. And though her family was gone, she cherished the memories and legacy they left behind, wearing her mother's dress and her father's star helmet with his jewelry, grateful for the chance to cling onto her roots.

Rosalina's greatest achievement was the creation of the Comet Observatory, a beautiful marvel that she built on top of a drawing she created with her family decades ago. The Observatory was a bustling hub that served as a home for Lumas and Luna, filled with pictures and memories of them that made Rosalina smile. It was a testament to her resilience, determination, and love for her family, and it would forever stand as a reminder of the power of love and companionship.

Rosalina has always felt her parents' presence in the stars, even when they were still alive. But the loss of her loved ones had left a gaping hole in her heart that no amount of light could fill. She had to find a way to cope with the pain of missing them every day.But the luma helped her see things differently. They showed her that her parents were always with her, not just in the stars but in the very creatures that surrounded her. Luma's love and kindness reminded her of the love and care her mother and father had shown her growing up.Despite the bittersweet feeling of finally having a "family," she still couldn't help but miss her parents dearly. She found solace in the memories of their lives together, how they shared their passions and laughter. And when she looked up to the stars, she couldn't help but feel them shining brighter than ever.She knows she will always carry her parents in her heart, no matter where her journey takes her. And no matter how much time passes, they will always be a part of her, guiding her and reminding her of what truly matters in life.

Also extra art of younger Rosalina in my au.

(Sorry for horrible grammar and handwriting tho)

A reminding her of her past and what she has lost. Her mother's dress was a constant reminder of who she was and who she wanted to be, but her heart wasn't in it.The color scheme of her younger self felt dull and lifeless, lacking any spark or bright colors. The only thing that stood out was her mother's dress, which had a stark contrast to the rest of her appearance. Her eyes had lost their shine, and her hair had lost its luster, reflecting the darkness that had taken hold of her. She had stopped taking care of herself, not caring about her appearance or her voice, only speaking when she had to. The Rosalina that was once full of life and joy was a distant memory, replaced by this empty shell of a person.As she got older, her mental health slowly improved. She felt more at ease, like a weight had been lifted from her shoulders. However, it wasn't an easy path to get there. She had to deal with a lot of hardships and pain, but with time, she found a new lease on life.While she didn't age like a human, she aged slowly, meaning she was still subject to death and harm. However, she was much more resistant to it than humans and earth creatures.

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