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fruitcoops · 8 months

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Opening your page always reminds me of Jules- and we haven't seen him in a while!! Can he come back in one of your fics soon ?

Jules <3 Always a legend, always beloved here. Character credit goes to @lumosinlove, Hattie belongs to me, and the cinnamon roll recipe is lifted directly from this video by Claire Saffitz on the NYT channel! Bon appetit!

“Hello MTV, and welcome to my crib.” Remus paused, then turned to Julian. “Do you understand that reference?”

“No.”

“That’s so depressing. Why are you so young?”

“Why are you so old?”

Remus wrinkled his nose and turned back to the camera. “Welcome to a new installment of Lion Pride’s baking series. I’m Remus Lupin, and I’m here today with my little brother to make everyone’s favorite breakfast food—”

“Pancakes.”

“—cinnamon rolls.” Remus frowned down at where his brother was kneeling on a stool and rocking gently back and forth. “You knew that. We practiced.”

Julian arched a brow at him. “My favorite breakfast food isn’t cinnamon rolls.”

“Not everything is about you.” A light poke to his forehead made Julian stick his tongue out. Remus stifled a smile. “You ready?”

“To eat a spoonful of icing? Duh.”

“We’ll get there eventually.” Remus pulled a large ceramic bowl from the collection of dishware to his left; the pattern was faded around the rim from years of use, but the bowl itself was shiny and clearly cared-for. “Alright,” he began. “I’m not a huge baker, but Jules and I grew up with Saturday cinnamon rolls, so this is a bit of a family recipe. Someone is probably going to type it up for you guys since my handwriting is iffy—”

“Literally unreadable,” Julian coughed.

“Shut up. The recipe will be somewhere on the Lion Pride website, or linked in the description below. In the meantime, we’re going to do a step-by-step demonstration for anyone who would like to try this at home. Milk?”

Julian passed the half-gallon over before looking to the camera. “This recipe is also going to be on our mom’s Instagram, if you look up ‘baking with Hope’. All one word, no caps.”

Remus snorted as he measured the milk into a pan waiting on the stovetop. “Nice. Love the shameless plug.”

“I made a bet with Dad that she’d have more followers than you by the end of the year.”

“Of course you did.” Remus shook his head, but it was more fond than anything. “We’re measuring a cup of milk into a pot on the stove, and then we’re going to warm it up until there are tiny bubbles on the sides.”

“That’s called a simmer, for anyone watching,” Julian informed the camera.

“It’s called bubbles, for the rest of us plebians.”

“What’s a plebian?”

“You.” Remus took a whisk from a small bowl on the side and stirred gently. “Timing for this step kind of depends on your stove, so just keep an eye out and make sure it doesn’t burn. We’re going to keep the milk at the small bubble stage—”

“Simmering.”

“—for….a minute? Ish?” He shrugged. “Until it steams. Then we’ll turn the heat off and measure out a third of a cup.”

Julian pushed his elbows onto the countertop, leaning over to watch. “You should tell the people we’re doing this at night.”

“What? Oh, yeah, this is an overnight thing. It’s currently…” Remus squinted to something off-screen. “Just before eight in the evening. We’re going to let the dough rest overnight, then finish in the morning.”

“We’re staying over for the P-L-A-Y-O-F-F’s,” Julian said. They reached down to knock on the cabinets in unison with near-identical grins.

“We deserve some cinnamon rolls.”

“Hell yeah.”

“Ew, don’t swear on camera.”

“That’s not swearing.”

Remus raised his eyebrows and gave a threatening shake of the whisk. “If you drop a swear word right now, I’m hitting you with this. That’s a promise.”

“You’re the one that taught me all the swear words!”

“So not true.” Remus stirred the milk once more, tapping the whisk gently on the side of the pot. “Dad is responsible for at least half. Okay, this has been bubbling for a little while, so I’m going to turn the heat off and pour about a third of a cup into the bowl over here. Then Jules is going to add some flour to the main pot and give it a stir.”

Julian took the whisk from him with unbridled glee and dumped the flour in; Remus held the pot handle for him while he mixed, still leaning on the countertop to adjust for height. “It’s getting thicker,” Julian noted with a glance at the camera. “It’s kinda like…paste? Or Nutella.”

Remus’ mouth twitched with a smile. “Nutella is a paste.”

“Nutella is a butter.”

“It’s literally hazelnut and chocolate paste.”

“Butter is just milk paste.”

“That’s the worst thing you’ve ever said to me,” Remus laughed. “God. Okay. Once your milk and flour looks thick like this, you’re going to add it to the big bowl with the other milk in it and add some cold water so your rolls aren’t messed up.”

“That was so scientific,” Julian said dryly.

“This is a lot of criticism from a kid that doesn’t even like cinnamon rolls.”

“I like them. They’re just not my favorite.”

“Then you’re lame, and I don’t want to hear it.” Remus clapped his hands on either side of the bowl and looked into the lens. “Wow, this is going to take forever. I’m not a baker. Bear with me. We’re adding three eggs to the bowl and whisking that, which I’m going to do because I don’t trust people under the age of twelve with raw egg.”

Julian narrowed his eyes. “I’m coming back here in three days and cracking very egg you own.”

Remus smiled. “Happy almost-birthday. Anyway, the bowl is mostly cool now, so we’re going to add all that flour in here—yep, thanks, bud—and then a half-packet of yeast so it gets fluffy.”

“Why isn’t Sirius doing this? He’s better at baking than you are.”

“Wow.”

“He is!”

“You’re not getting a single bite of this frosting.”

“Don’t hide from the truth.”

Remus shook his head at the camera. “This was supposed to be a cute family bonding video. I’m going to mix this now, because apparently I suck at any kind of baking more complicated than that.”

“I didn’t say that, I just asked why Sirius isn’t doing the stuff he likes doing.”

Remus turned the hand-mixer to a lower, quieter setting and rested his hip against the edge of the counter. “How often does Sirius voluntarily get in front of a camera?”

Julian inhaled, then faltered with a grimace. “Hmm. Yeah. Never mind. He’s still better at it than you are.”

“You’re still not getting frosting.” Remus clicked the mixer a notch higher. “We’re keeping this at a pretty low setting so the dough stays soft, and we’re only going to let it run until the dough is one big lump. Now that that’s together, we’re turning the mixer off and covering the bowl with a towel for about five minutes while we get our sugar, salt, and softened butter ready.”

The camera cut briefly; when it returned, Julian was scraping fine crystals off the countertop into a towel Remus was holding over the edge. “Slight problem,” Julian said through a laugh. “Uh, we got a little bit excited about the sugar.”

“Oh, god, it’s getting all over the floor—” Remus straightened slightly and whistled. “Hattie! Treats!”

The house was silent for a moment before the sound of skittering paws reached the camera. Both Remus and Julian broke into wide grins, and Julian dusted his hands onto the floor so he could reach down and pet the pointed ears just barely visible over the counter edge. “Hi, baby,” he cooed, leaning over until he was mostly out of frame. “Aw, little vacuum cleaner. Is sugar bad for dogs?”

“She has eaten so much worse.” The inky tip of Hattie’s tail was the happiest metronome in the world while Remus dumped a small container of salt and sugar into the dough. “We’re going to blend this until the dough gets stretchy instead of lumpy, still on low speed, and—hi, honey, I don’t have anything in my pockets. I promise. No, you can’t eat my keys. There’s definitely still some stuff on the floor for you, though.”

A black nose appeared by Julian’s knee and he giggled as it wandered down the side of his pants, honing in on each pocket. Hattie sneezed when she reached his sock and gave the hem of his pantleg a light nibble. Julian beamed up at Remus. “Can I bring her home with me?”

“If you steal my dog, I’m donating you to Goodwill. Okay, this is going to go for about twenty minutes and they’re definitely going to speed that up in editing, so here’s the rundown: mix this for 20 minutes, add your butter in tablespoon chunks, mix it until the dough is soft, then let it sit on your counter for an hour before putting it in the fridge.”

“Why don’t we just put it right in the fridge?”

“Because the yeast would die.”

Julian’s eyes went wide. “Yeast is alive?”

The kitchen was much brighter when the video returned—the new camera angle allowed sunlight to stream in through the side window unhindered, as well as giving an unobstructed view of Hattie on the floor by Remus’ slipper-clad feet. Her yawn squeaked, pink tongue lolling, but her full attention was fixed on the activity above.

“It’s about eight in the morning now, hence the pajamas,” Remus informed the camera. “I took the dough out of the fridge about ten minutes ago, and you can see it’s close to doubled in size.”

Julian gave the bowl a mournful look. The cowlick on the side of his head matched Remus’ with frightening accuracy. “How long is this going to take?”

“You can go back to sleep once it goes in the oven. We’re going to do the filling right now, though.” Remus held a hand out; Julian passed him a crinkly plastic cracker sleeve. “These are airplane cookies. Or biscotti, or whatever the fancy name is. They have cinnamon roll spices in them because I’m too lazy to track down all the individual bottles from the spice cabinet this early. You can probably find them in the recipe. I don’t know. You can crush them in a food processor if you want to wake up your entire family, or you can just use a rolling pin.”

Remus set the sleeve of cookies on the countertop and handed over the rolling pin—one half-started “wait” and an enormous THUD later, both of them were frozen, staring at the ruptured end of the plastic sleeve where shards of cinnamon cookie had burst forth.

“Oops,” Julian whispered.

“Or,” Remus began. “You can give your little brother a rolling pin and kill two birds with one stone.”

“…my bad.”

Remus glanced at the ceiling. They were silent for a handful of seconds. “Honestly, dude, I don’t think anyone noticed.”

Julian muffled a laugh in the crook of his elbow and Remus turned away for a moment to compose himself, filling the kitchen with quiet snickering as Hattie cleaned up the few crumbs that had fallen onto the floor by her paws. Finally, Julian picked up the rolling pin and began gingerly crushing the rest of the cookies. “I’m gonna keep going until it’s kinda powdery, I think.”

“Good plan.” Remus shot a quick, small smile at the camera while he watched Julian work, brow creasing with the effort. “We’ve got a stick and a half of soft butter here when you’re ready.”

It didn’t take long; Julian carefully poured the crushed cookie into a bowl and folded the butter through with a faintly rainbow-tinted spatula. Remus took a pan from the ever-shrinking pile of dishes beside them and lined it with parchment paper, ripping the edges so they would fold nicely in the corners.

“Kay.” Julian tilted his head at the filling and nodded. “It’s smooth.”

“Sick. Scootch over, I’ll roll this out.” Remus tossed a small handful of flour onto the countertop before dumping the dough out, dropping a playful elbow to Julian’s side. “Ope, sorry.”

“You’re so mean to me.”

“Whatever. We’re going to make this into a rectangle so it’s easier, and it should be fine for rolling because it was in the fridge all night. I’m going to flatten this until it’ll fit in the pan. It’ll be…an inch thick? Half an inch, maybe? And then Jules, you’re gonna spread the filling over it.”

Julian frowned. “We’re cooking it flat?”

“What? Why would we do that?”

“You said it should be the length of the pan.”

“Yeah, so that all the pieces will fit.”

“Oh. That makes more sense.”

“We’re not making cinnamon pita.”

Julian tipped his head back and forth. “Doesn’t sound bad, actually.”

“You’re eleven, you’re basically a garbage disposal.”

“I’m basically twelve.”

“Three days.”

“Ugh, you’re so annoying.”

Despite the back-and-forth, Julian tucked himself close to Remus’ side while Remus rolled the dough into an even rectangle, and spread the filling across it with intense focus. “Leave a little space on the sides to roll it up,” Remus suggested gently. Julian’s tongue poked out at the corner as he scraped the edge clean and gave a last sweep with the spatula before leaning away.

“Good?”

“Perfect.” Remus loosened the edge closest to him and began to roll it up with steady, methodical hands. “You want to go slow with this part, or else it won’t spiral. And once we get it to the end here, we’re going make sure it’s all nice and even before cutting. Uh, I’m using unflavored dental floss right now because that’s what I have, but you can use string or whatever. If you use a knife, you might squish the inside and get a wonky shape.”

“Dad uses fishing line.”

“Mhmm.” Their concentrated frowns matched while Remus slid the floss beneath the roll and wrapped it around, allowing the floss to slice cleanly through the dough. Julian buried a yawn in Remus’ shoulder and gave a slow, sleepy blink. Once the rolls were cut, they filled the parchment-lined pan to the edges. Remus cracked his knuckles and looked up at the camera. “We’re going to take a quick breakfast break while these double in size, and I’ll put them in the oven at 350 degrees for 15 minutes after that. We’ll see you for the frosting!”

“Your TV voice is weird.”

“Your TV voice is weird,” Remus mimicked, prodding him until Julian hopped off his stool with a laugh. “Go eat your Cheerios.”

The video sped through their break—Remus collected a few items from the fridge and returned to the counter to mix a handful of ingredients into a bowl. The pan steamed, the coffeepot bubbled, and Hattie waited dutifully by his side for her allotted bits of ham, hand-fed alongside a few Cheerios from Julian. The rolls went in and came out without a fuss as Remus finished the scramble and smiled to someone off-screen.

“Frosting,” he announced when the video returned to normal speed. “Super easy. Cream cheese, powdered sugar, vanilla. Mix it up, then add a stick of butter, because this recipe is delicious and also personally clogs your arteries. Jules, touch the rolls for me.”

“Why?”

“To check if they’re cooled down.”

“But they might be hot.”

“Right, which is why I’m making you do it.”

Julian scrunched his nose at him, but gave the rolls a tentative poke. “They’re fine.”

“Sweet.” Remus tugged the pan to the middle of their workspace and scooped a lump of frosting into the center. Overall, it kept its shape as he slathered it to each edge and corner. Julian gave an expectant look; Remus paused, but scraped the last bits off the sides of the bowl and handed the laden spatula to him with an affectionate roll of his eyes. “Don’t tell mom.”

“Wouldn’t dream of it,” Jules said around a mouthful of thick sugar.

Remus pushed the rolls toward the camera with a smile that dimpled one cheek. “That’s all for today, folks. Hope you enjoyed making cinnamon rolls with us, or at least enjoyed seeing the real star of the show—”

“Me.”

“—Hattie. Make sure to tune in for our home game in Gryff tomorrow night!"

#remus lupin #julian lupin #hattie #sweater weather #vaincre #lumosinlove #my fic #fanfic #social media #baking #lion pride #fluff

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sword-is-bored · 2 years

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A Boy and His Bed

Skyward Sword

(In honor of me finally getting Skyward Sword on my switch, here’s this!)

Kukiel watched as Link entered their home. He looked exhausted and took off his bulky adventure gear. Link gently set them next to the bed and promptly fell in afterwards. In a moment his eyes shut and he was sound asleep. Kukiel wasn’t confused, however, as this happened often. Link would sometimes just walk into someone else’s house and do the same thing, and no one ever questioned it. She was curious as to why. “Mama?” She whispered, hoping Link would stay asleep. “Why does he come in and sleep? Why can’t he go back to his house?”

Wryna smiled and kneeled down to face her daughter. “Well, Link doesn’t have a home. He stays at the academy, but he doesn’t have another place to go. Sometimes the other kids there are too loud at night, honey.” Kukiel gave a pout. “Yeah, but it’s daytime! And he’s sleeping in yours and dads bed!” Wryna nodded. “Of course, he can’t take your bed. I’m sure he didn’t get enough sleep last night anyway. Just let him rest, he’ll be okay.” Kukiel was unsatisfied with the answer, but decided to let it go. Her mother stood tall and watched as the young girl left the house. Wryna stood and watched Link, a frown dancing across her face.

The adults knew why Link was allowed to spend the night anywhere.

Link’s father was a beloved knight. He protected everyone valiantly and was a kind soul. His mother was also a bright and kind woman. She was outspoken and made sure everyone around her knew how much they were loved. Together, the two were inseparable and deeply in love with one another. The two were loved as a couple in Skyloft. When it was made known they were expecting a child, the town was overjoyed. This little child was going to grow up so unbelievably loved.

Then, tragedy struck. Link’s father was caught in a horrifying tornado accident. His loftwing broke it’s wing in the night when it hit an island and Link’s father was sent screaming through the cloud barrier with it. When his mother found out, the town listened to the cries of a heartbroken pregnant woman. The townspeople decided to help Link’s mother, and stepped in. Many men volunteered to be Link’s father figure, especially the knights. Overwhelmed with grief, Link’s mother simply allowed what was needed to happen. She promised herself to make it to his birth.

The day came where Link was born. His mother died during childbirth. The townsfolk murmured that it was due to a broken heart that she passed. Thankfully, Link was still loved. The townsfolk made sure to pass on the love and adoration he would have gotten from his own parents. They made up schedules with who gets Link and when. As the young boy grew and other children appeared Link was able to stay with parents of other children, babbling away about his days of adventures. There wasn’t any home Link didn’t stay at for at least a night or two. Although they wouldn’t say it in front of their kids, Link was everyone’s first child.

They all celebrated his first full night of sleep, his first word, his first steps, his first time using the potty all by himself, there wasn’t a moment where Link ever felt like an outsider among the adults. As he grew, and got bullied by Groose, Link began to shrink into himself. Getting anxious as he wandered over to the house he was supposed to stay in for the night. He gently knocked on the door and watched as Gondo and Greba opened it with smiling faces. “Hello Link! Welcome over, I was just tinkering with your broken toy!” Gondo said ushering the boy in. “It’s ok if I still stay here, right? I don’t want you guys sick of me.” Link blurted out, staying in the doorway.

“Of course not, kid, what made you think that?” Gondo asked. “I just, I dunno. Groose says that… I shouldn’t, you know, stay with everyone all the time. Since I have, kind of, a room in the knight academy.” Link mumbled, stuttering through his words. Greba scoffed. “The day you listen to Groose seriously is the day my dinner grows legs and walks away.” She grumbled. “Get inside, and don’t ever question if you’re wanted here again. Your parents did so much for everyone, the least we can do is give a good life to the last gift they gave us.” Link blinked furiously and wiped away the tears that began to spill. “I’m a gift?”

“Of course you are, buddy. We’re all trying to do our part.” Gondo said giving Link a reassuring squeeze on his shoulders. “You’re everyone’s kid, and don’t forget that. We all promised—from the day you were born!— that you will always have a safe place to stay with anyone here. No strings attached.” Gerba gave Link one of her famous mom-hugs. “Never question it again.”

After 18 years, some might think that Link should have his own home. He does, and that’s with the family who raised him. Every single adult on Skyloft, who banded together to make sure a kid would grow up with the love he deserved. He turned out to be the kindest, and sweetest kid. Albeit he does sleep like a rock, no one on Skyloft would change him or ever deny a safe place to rest after a long journey.

#skyward sword #the legend of zelda #legend of zelda #tloz #tloz skyward sword #link skyward sword #link legend of zelda #loz skyward sword #oneshot #cute #found family #he is loved #i should probably go to bed #it takes a village #no Zelda oops #Link is a softie and I STAND by that

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river-ocean · 1 year

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hiii! it’s me, wildspace from ao3. i do have tumblr aha. and i’m so glad you like my comments because i really like your fic and (as a currently retired writer myself aha) i know comments are important for writers.

anyways, your fic makes my brain imagined crazy theories every chapters which is funny bc siren AU aren’t something i usually search for. but yours is really good and i got me so curious. like, this chapter made me go crazy with theories. i feel like it’s definitely pascale knowing about siren and about pierre. not sure why/how but maybe it’s linked to charles’ dad death. (or she’s a siren herself 👀) the map in sewis’ home is a map of siren "communities" they visited/know of imo but there is a big chance i’m wrong aha. i mean, sewis could just be travelling everywhere without meeting siren. and the dream, the dream!! it was so well done, i thought it was not a dream til you wrote charles waking up and i was like "girl, you dumb 🤦🏻‍♀️". i still feel like it could be about charles becoming a siren in the future. or maybe he can breath underwater for some reason. bc the ocean and the siren people accept him? so manyyy questions and theories. i love this. also, if my theory that human can become siren (maybe by being drowned? 👀) when a siren fall in love with them and swear to love them for eternity or whatever, i feel like lewis told seb about it and told him he could do it if seb wanted and seb told him because he likes his life as human. also, i need to know if siren can stay on land for longer than a day bc we kind of know pierre isn’t around unless it’s a new moon day, but we don’t know about lewis. and lewis seems to be a siren for way longer than pierre and in love and in a relationship with seb so my theory of siren potentially living on land for days/weeks/months/years if they find their soulmate/love of their life/etc is still there in my mind.

anyways, this ask is a mess and way too long. sorry for rambling 🙈

WILDSPACE MY BELOVED — my reaction every time you comment on this fic. my sincerest apologies for the time it took for me to get to this ask!!!!

i am truly blown away by your ability to sus out what i am doing with this fic. i cannot confirm or deny your assumptions, but i will say that you have been right on more than one occasion with your predictions you will quickly find out which ones, i have no doubt 😉

i also need you to know that not only do EYE want to propose marriage to you, but also @wolfiemcwolferson and @duquesademiel are prepared to ask for your hand as well. as you may know the three of us are in a very committed fic triad and we are hoping that you will accept our shared declarations of love.

i am so happy you are enjoying this fic and i am happy to chat with you about it anytime!!! this is my first time posting a WIP and i love seeing your theories about where it is going.

#lighthouse au #i am truly writing each chapter with you in mind i hope you know!!!!

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nethskelie · 2 years

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7. Pearl

(n) things that are known or proved to be true

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trigger warnings: bad relationship with parents, mention of hospital and lung disease, mention of a fight, tell me if you see more

word count: 2654

a.n.: the chapter is not proof read, and there might be some elements lost in translation from my dyslexic French brain to English. Don't hesitate if you noticed mistakes so I could correct them :]

Enjoy!

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Hello Pearl, how are you doing lately? We will have the Jeon over for lunch this Sunday. Why won't you come back home for the weekend? We love and miss you deeply, Your Mom and Dad.

You were looking at this text once again now that you were laying in your old bedroom bed. It has been a while since the last time you happened to be here, but you felt nothing. Nothing hold you back in this household, it wasn’t your home anymore.

Living with your aunt for the last years was the best thing that could happen to you. She was caring, loving, and all the things a child needs to find in a parent. If it wasn’t for the Jeon, you wouldn’t be near this house for another five years.

“Why won’t you come back home for the weekend?”

You glanced at your bag on the side of the desk. Almost empty, nothing aside from a notebook, some pens, your inhaler, and a bunch of medications. Staying wasn’t in your plans, all you were ready to do was to pretend everything between your parents and you were fine in front of the Jeon, and then go back to your dorm to complain about your day to your roommate.

You got out of the bed to sit lazily in the old desk chair, already hoping to be out of this place. Gosh, at least you wished you didn’t come for nothing. The Jeon were friends of the family, old college mates, neighbors for a long time, people you grew up with. Being only one year apart their oldest son, you were always close with the two mini Jeon, unfortunately, this endearing link you had with them disappeared when you moved away.

These thoughts made you wonder if you would see them today. You knew Jungkook was still around as you saw him a few times on the campus, but you had no idea where Junghyun was. You didn’t have a phone when you left, and you were two scared to bother your aunt if you asked her to have the Jeon’s contact, and since you didn’t talk to your parents in a long time, Junghyun situation was a complete mystery to you.

But a question hit you: would he still be your best friend if you didn’t leave everyone to live with your aunt?

You turned on your chair to face the window from where you could see his bedroom, a nostalgic wave hitting you right away. Fuck, it shouldn’t hurt so much. If only you had a phone back then, you would still be in touch to that day.

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A soft knock on your door interrupted your train of thought and you came back to reality. You though it would’ve been your mother but hearing your long-lost neighbor behind the door adding a little “knock knock” made you smile. You didn’t realize the Jeon were already there but it was the perfect timing to prevent you from falling into tears.

“You can come in,” you said loud enough for him to hear while turning your back to the cursed window.

The little-not-so-little boy you once knew slowly entered, a shy smile on his lips. “Hi noona.”

You stood up, looking at him, a bit awkward about what to do before giving in and hugging him tightly. It was the first time in a while you gave in some physical touch outside of your beloved roommate and you didn’t expect it to feel so great, but there it was, feeling like home again.

“Holy fuck, Kookie, you’ve grown up too much!” And he did. Last time you really saw each other was years ago and even if he wasn’t as small as he was when you were kids, the height difference between the two of you had drastically shifted.

You felt his arms tightened up around you as his smile grow bigger. “So I could hug you better!”

“It works,” you laughed, not ready to go out of this embrace yet. It was nice to be hugged.

“How are you doing lately?” he gently asked. “My mom told me you went to the hospital not so long ago, is everything fine now?”

The concern in his voice didn’t go unnoticed and you softened right away. The last thing you wanted was for him to worry about you. “My lungs like to play tricks but it’s nothing the hospital cannot handle, so I’m all good I guess?”

He looked at you with his doe eyes. “You sure I can’t give you my lungs and take yours instead?” It was the first time you heard him say that, he used to try to comfort you like that many many times back in the day.

You hit him in the arm, rolling your eyes. “Silly, you know I wouldn’t even with it on my worst enemy.”

“That’s because you’re your own worst enemy, but I totally would.” You couldn’t help but laugh at his statement, knowing damn well it was true.

The room fell into silence for a few seconds, but it was never an awkward one. You look at him a moment, thinking of how handsome he turned out and how glad you were to spend some time with your little brother at heart again after all this time.

“Tell me, mister Jeon,” you started while you sat on the side of your old bed. “How is everything going with your classes?”

He seemed surprised that you asked at first but happily sat in your desk chair to answer you. “It’s going!” he shrugged. “I guess I’m doing fine, and I have friends I know I can count on anyway so everything is fine!”

A genuine smile appeared on your lips as he talked. “I’m happy for you buddy, you deserve to have friends like that.”

He suddenly got a bit uncomfortable. Or sad. Or both, you couldn’t tell. “I fought with them not so long ago,” he shyly admitted while looking away.

His revelation surprised you, knowing how delicate he always was back in the days. You were taken aback a little, and as your experience with people wasn’t that great, you struggled to find the right question to ask. “Was it a big fight?” He shrugged, and you continued asking. “Are things better now?”

“They are, but not completely? I’m still mad at them, I guess.” He finished hesitantly.

You bit your lower lip, awkwardly putting your hand on his shoulder. Which, by the way, made you look ridiculous as you had to bend over to reach him. “I’m sure everything will work out buddy.”

He smiled at your effort and moved closer to you so you wouldn’t hurt your arm. “Aside from the fight, they are nice people, I swear.”

You asked him more about them and his eyes started to shine when he began to tell you about how he met them and how nice they were to him. You couldn’t help to smile at this endearing story, you were glad to know he’s in good hands, feeling like a proud sister watching your younger sibling making their own friends.

“Noona?” he slowly started to ask after his story ended. You hummed to let him know you were listening and he continued. “Tell me you aren’t doing this alone, please.”

You titled your head, raising an eyebrow, wondering if he saw you being always by yourself around the campus. You bit your lip, sighing at his sad look. “I’m not doing this alone, Kookie.” You tried to reassure him. “I have my roommate aside from my aunt, and that’s enough for me.”

He didn’t seem satisfied with your answer, remembering how his brother used to share his concerns about you with him. “That’s not much,” he eventually muttered after a small silence.

“I’m fine with that number. Even back then I had my two favorite people I was comfortable with, remember?”

“Hyung misses you.” It was so sudden that Jungkook himself was surprised by his words. “He asks me about you from time to time,” he quickly added.

“I miss him too,” you finally said back in a whisper after a moment of trying to hold back your tears. You scolded yourself in your head for being so sensitive over the matter but you couldn’t help it. It was only with him where you could be your true self and it started to get harder to play pretend all the time.

Unfortunately, you still had to put through an act at the moment, and your parents decided it was the best moment to call you for lunch.

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Too many dishes were on the table and you felt overwhelmed. Steam was coming out of the bowls making it harder for you to breath properly, but you didn’t want to burden the Jeon with your complaints so you kept your mouth shut.

Once you came down the stairs closely followed by Jungkook, you were welcomed by the bright smiles of the Jeon. You didn’t realize how much you missed them until they took you into a gentle but full of love embrace.

They seemed happy to see you and you couldn’t help but smile at their bright energy, until you remember your parents were there as well. You straighten your posture and your smile faded a bit.

Everything is fine.

When everyone sat around the table, you could feel the eldest son’s absence more than anything. When you used to eat all together, Junghyun was always on your left and you would have fun while eating, including the younger one in your sweet mischiefs. But he wasn’t there anymore and you could just stare at the empty space where he would usually sit.

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You wanted to stay silent as much as possible but all the attention was on you and you couldn’t just ignore the questions you were asked. You told them how you were doing with your study, how it was sometimes – not to say always – hard to follow while dealing with your condition, how the latter was slowly getting better but you still had to go to the hospital from time to time for a checkup or because you needed to, and had to tell them that a romantic relationship was far from what you wanted at the moment.

You didn’t have much to tell them otherwise. No side job you could talk about, nor time for hobbies of any kinds, nor friends they could possibly know. Fortunately for you, they didn’t insist on asking you questions, and the attention shifted onto Jungkook when his father proudly announced he was in the basketball team and how he was the one who made them win their last match.

“I heard about it yeah, congratulations Kookie!” He shyly smiled at you and you noticed his ears were red. “I was planning on coming to support you but my lungs decided otherwise that day.”

“Don’t worry, we’ll have plenty other games you could come to! Oh, wait!” You raised an eyebrow at his sudden idea and you indeed waited for him to continue. “You could come during practice! It would be less people, less noise, less stress, so no bad for your anxiety and your lungs!”

His excitement was so endearing you couldn’t say no, and it was truly a better idea than having to stand next to sweaty strangers. “I’ll come then,” you nodded, only to see his smile widening at your answer.

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It was now the time for them to leave and you went to the door with them for a last goodbye. They were about to go after a last hug you share when you took Jungkook’s sleeve. Because Jungkook didn’t come with his parents you thought it was a great opportunity to finally shoot the shot you never managed to throw since he talked to you in the bedroom. “I should have asked you earlier but why don’t we share our numbers?” you took your phone out of your pocket. “It’ll be easier if we want to talk, don’t you think?”

A big smile appeared on his face and he happily shook his head. “Of course! That way I could also get you updated on the practice sessions and all!”

He took his phone as well and he sent you a purple heart emoji once you gave him your number, which made you smile. He asked to take a photo for your contact profile right away and you gave him your brightest smile with a V sign. Came the time for Jungkook’s contact profile photo and he decided to make a dumb face at the last second, insisting after for you to keep it that way and you couldn’t help but laugh.

“By the way buddy,” you started after you put your phone back in your pocket. “If you ever want to chat or have some food, or watch a movie or whatever, my roommate is often at his girlfriend’s lately. You can come at my dorm whenever you feel like it.”

“You live at the dorms? I never knew!” he exclaimed all smiley after hearing your proposition.

“Well, now you know,” you joked, playing with your eyebrows at the same time.

His smile got bigger when he asked “I’ll see you at the campus then?”

“Yeah, I’ll see you there.” You were both silent for a few seconds before you gently pushed him, feeling like he wouldn’t move otherwise. “Come on, get home safe Kookie.”

He softly laughed, slowly backing away is his hands raised. “Don’t worry for me noona. I’m a big boy now!” And to prove his statement, he started to show off his muscles.

You were now leaning against the doorway, your arms crossed. “I’ll always worry about you, that’s what a big sister is there for, right?”

He threw you a flying kiss and you answered with finger hearts, and you watched him leave with a smile on both of your faces. You stayed there until you couldn’t see him anymore and a loud sighed left your lips.

Apart from being with your parents, the day has been great so far mostly thanks to the mini Jeon. As much as you loved him, it was draining to talk that much to somebody and you were already exhausted.

However, you were happy to see how much he grew up and what kind of man he started to become. This kid has the potential to be something big in the future and now that you saw him again – and that you were about to spend more time with him soon – you couldn’t wait to see him grow even more.

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Your mom called you and you reluctantly made your way inside the house, making sure you closed the door as silently as possible. The last thing you wanted at that moment was to hear your mother scolding you because she can’t bear loud noises.

“You seem to get well with the little one, Pearl.” You rolled your eyes when you knew you were out of sight. “What a shame his brother couldn’t be here, I remember how you used to have a soft spot for him.”

You scoffed. “You remember things about me now? Congratulations.”

“Come on Pearl, don’t be so harsh on your poor mother. I’m trying my best, you know?”

“Don’t waste your time on me,” you sighed. “I know you don’t mean it anyway.” And with that, you were climbing the stairs to go back in your old bedroom. You didn’t want to face her once more but something stopped you midway and you couldn’t help but barked at her “And don’t call me Pearl again, you have no rights too.”

Ten minutes later, you were already on your way to the campus, more than ready for a well-deserved nap you’ll take before you could find the energy to complain to your beloved roommate.

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There it is, my first written chapter! For the little story, the conversation OC and Jungkook have in the bedroom is the very first thing I've written for Facts and I'm glad to share it with you today. I can't wait to show you more of their relationship!

Unfortunately, it was the last update until August, and I won't have much access to Tumblr during the next two weeks :(

However, feel free to use the ask and tell box during that time (or even after, of course), I'll try my best to answer when I come back!

I 💜 you,

It was Neth talking to you, take care :]

#bts #bts smau #bts fanfiction #kim seokjin #kim seokjin smau #kim seokjin fanfiction #kim seokjin x reader #kim seokjin x yn #seokjin #seokjin smau #seokjin fanfiction #seokjin x reader #seokjin x yn #jin #jin smau #jin fanfiction #jin x reader #jin x yn

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keeeegs · 11 months

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15 Questions for 15 Mutuals

Tagged by @ratt-teeth

Are you named after anyone? I was supposed to be named after a mermaid from my mom's favorite movie. That didn't happen, but then my dead-middle-name was stolen from one of my mom's classmates that she never spoke to and just thought the name was cool so uhh.... and I changed my middle name to Cyrus, and I absolutely was thinking of Cyrus from So You Think You Can Dance (<-- link,, slightly smaller dude on the right with a mohawk. The other guy is tWitch, RIP)

When was the last time you cried? DEADASS I DON'T REMEMBER, ANTIDEPRESSANTS MY BELOVED edit:: when I found out tWitch died

Do you have kids? "Absolutely not, could you imagine lmao" <-- prev answer, and same

Do you use sarcasm a lot? oh yeah, which in itself is not sarcasm

What sports do you play/have played? I used to play tennis when I was a little kid, but uhh lessons were expensive and my mom was a teenager when she had me so like,,, that didn't last long

What’s the first thing you notice about other people? That they are Existing within the same general space as me, I guess? I tend to ignore people when I'm out and about and don't register who anyone is or what they look like

What’s your eye color? Dark Brown, almost black

Scary movies or happy endings? uhhhh either/both?

Any special talents? I'm apparently really good at making people think I speak languages that I Don't actually speak, idk I guess my google translate game is on point

Where were you born? KCMO

What are your hobbies? Drawing, gaming, more recently I've added sewing to the list

Do you have any pets? Yeee two cats and two doggos

How tall are you? 5’5, which apparently throws people online off when they find out bc I guess I give off 6'+ energy

Favorite subject at school? Art, or English

Dream job? Stay at home Cat Dad sdvkbjnvdsjbkvds I'm currently trying to start up my own art business so we'll see how that goes 15 mutuals: bold of you to assume I have 15 @spiritmoon23 @kaz-doodles @smjoked-tuna @the0thewizard @tuna-cake @ill-add-dashes-to-urls-if-i-want @nuclear-uno @tmommy I'm too lazy to go through the rest of my followers list so if you see this and wanna do it, consider yourself tagged and have at it

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Fyerri

For those of you that don’t remember when I drew an asiil (big chicken) sitting on a random Grievous baby & dubbed him guy-fieri-lasagna baby here is the link. Boy gets lore today for day 3 of TB’s Kaleesh Week! Tusks.

TL:DR: That’s Fyerri. He was Bryaru’s first born. The first but not the last of Grievous’ newborn infants that he took one look at & said “My child! Looks like [food] :)”. When he was a child he tripped & ate absolute shit, fucking up his rapidly growing tusk matrix (like a nail bed). He was very upset but dad made him feel better. Goofy looking kid grew up to be still slightly goofy looking adult with a whack tusk.

Fyerri was Bryaru’s first born! He joined his siblings around 33 BBY. When he was itty bitty, he just looked like that. The family asiil (big dino chickens) liked to steal him because, with his little orange pinfeathers, he was obviously just a chick.

As a child, around five or six, he was in the green house doing chores with a similarly aged group of sibling when they heard fahyr was home. Naturally they all ran out the door to go see him. As is wont to happen when you get a gaggle of long limbed children together, one fell & took out a couple others. Fyerri, unfortunately, face planted on a slight incline.

Grievous was not unused to being greeted with such fanfare. When Fyerri peeled himself off the ground he started making a high pitched noise in the back of his throat. You know, that kind of noise kids make when they get hurt & are about to lose it. Grievous stepped over the kids, motioning to them to stay there for him.

He stepped up to the wives that had come out of the greenhouse & said, “Fyerri ate dirt, but hurt himself. Do not laugh, we have to be supportive.”

“Why would I laugh?” Lyx’al had said, looking mildly concerned. Jyada already had her mouth pressed shut with Grievous looking directly at her. Listen. Kids falling down is just universally funny.

Fyerri was at first mortified to have biffed it in front of dad but then began to realize he was actually hurt. His siblings helped him up & brushed dirt off of his little outfit. He tried not to cry but one of his sisters repeating “oh no” did not make him feel better.

By the time Grievous stepped back & picked him up, Fyerri’s big orange eyes were swimming. When Grievous sat him on a table in the greenhouse he was heaving. Dad came in front of him & to get a look. The boy had taken his full weight on the left side of his face & abruptly bent his tusk in its mooring. Because he was just a kid growing very fast, it was much more flexible than an adult’s tusks but that also meant any damage done was likely to stick around.

“You bent your tusk pretty good, Fyerri,” Grievous had said. While he moved the little tusk as far as he could in a reasonable direction to set the little audience of siblings reassured Fyerri that fahyr can fix anything. Grievous picked him up, holding Fyerri in his arms as a mother came up & put a cold press up to his little face.

Fyerri, now crying big round tears, sobbed between hiccups, “Now I’m never gonna have big tusks like yours fahyr!” His mothers shushed him reassuringly while he forlornly wrapped his little fingers around his father’s tusks.

“Oh? No, Fyerr, every other Kaleesh has tusks like mine. Boring, no? No one will have tusks like yours now, it seems,” Grievous said to him. Fyerri was not convinced of this at first & took awhile to warm up to the idea of being different. But he did eventually love it. Even when his father started another beloved family nickname by calling him “Comms”. His left tusk grew towards his mouth which reminded Grievous of microphone headsets.

Despite his awkward pin feathers & crooked tusk he did grow up to look pretty good. His confidence & his glorious mane of fluffy gold feathers did a lot for that. The title he uses primarily was Antiiskol, which meant Spine of Fire. It refers to his colors & his spirit. Being Bryaru’s first child, he was her excitable little co-conspirator. Direct action son. Helps out his mom’s rebel group & runs his own on-world. He encourages the harassment of stormtroopers & the Empire largely cut their losses with Kalee. Thus is the story of guy-fieri-lasagna baby.

#kaleesh week #about his family #accursed!grievous #bryaru

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skelezomperman · 11 months

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Revising A Tale of Star-Crossed Knights - Chapter 8

Link to Chapter 8: https://archiveofourown.org/works/39015690/chapters/100327227

This chapter is the end of Part I, and it marks the point where Erinys and Finn separate forever. When I first thinking of this piece, this was the first scene I thought of: a tearful goodbye where Finn gives his Brave Lance to Erinys as something to remember him by. In fact, it was the first scene I wrote, and it was published under the title So this is goodbye in October 2021.

This chapter is the best-written one in Part I, in my opinion. There wasn't too much that had to be changed in this one. The only thing was that I did end up changing Finn's mannerisms a little bit over Part I to make him sound less awkward and more natural sounding. In the original A/N, I said that I was concerned that I made Erinys too emotional, but I think looking back it does make sense - Erinys has a right to be emotional because she's getting pushed around by Finn, in a way.

One thing I do want to note is that I'm cutting out most of the "and then it turned out bad" things that I ended chapters on. I feel most of these are cringy and don't really add much when the reader is expecting tragedy. However, I left this cliffhanger in at the end of Chapter 8 because it's the end of an entire part - it's supposed to signal that the fleeting hope at the end of this chapter was, in fact, fleeting.

Oh, and of course I cut out language stuff. So Ced's childhood nickname for Finn is Dada, not Tata. It's for the better to not get cringy with that.

--- Original Author's Notes

We've made it to the end of Part I. This is the last time that Finn and Erinys will ever actually be together. Their married life arc is over. The last scene by the way is adapted from "So this is goodbye," which is the first sketch of the couple that I wrote back in October 2021. I think it's the most pivotal scene that these two have together. It's powerful especially since we as the reader have knowledge that the characters don't - that they're going to go on to never see each other again (barring an afterlife).

Looking over this chapter after I finished it, I think my main concern is that it may have portrayed Erinys as a bit too emotional compared to Finn - that Finn doesn't really show his anxieties while Erinys becomes outright violent at one point. But I think it fits the characters. Finn (unfortunately) keeps his emotions bottled up for the most part, and he will keep his anxiety about his wife within himself in Part II. And Finn is really the one who made the "bad" choice here, not Erinys, because he *chose* to go to Leonster despite Quan offering to allow him to stay in Silesse. That will become more self-evident over Part II.

I might take the next week off from this fic before starting on Chapter 9, which is the first part of Part II. I'm impressed because this entire story was supposed to only have eight chapters. Part I alone has lasted longer than I imagined this story going. Feel free to give kudos and comment what you think of the story - I really do appreciate comments.

Miscellaneous notes: Amore is Italian, I mean Leonstrian for love (which I would assume that most readers would know), kohanie/kochanie is Polish, I mean Silessian for beloved. I realized upon proofreading that the scene where Erinys screams at Finn has a lot more...conjugal tension than I thought. I did not intend it at all, but I kept it because it's dramatic. Tata is Silessian for Dad and Mama is obviously Silessian for Mom. Erinys will probably try to teach Ced what little she knows of Leonstrian in the future. Yes the fade to black when Finn comes home to Erinys for the last time is meant to be an indication that those two did The Funny that night. You can probably guess who got conceived as a result of that. Erinys gives Finn a few strands of her hair - I haven't decided what to do with that in the future. Finn will probably keep the lock of hair but he might get it sewn onto his sleeve so he "wears his heart on his sleeve" so to speak. Maybe, as unrealistic as that sounds. In the original sketch "So this is goodbye," Finn was already promoted when he left. Here, Finn will promote after he arrives in Silesse. Ced was also completely not present in that sketch, but I also originally envisioned the timespan from Sigurd's arrival in Silesse to Quan and Co.'s departure to be around two months, not a full year. So I saw Ced as a very young infant still, not a one year old who is old enough to stand. Ced has heterochromia because I said so. Some people say his FE4 sprite has that. I don't personally see it but I'm writing it in anyways. The Brave Lance of course will figure as a symbol later in the story. It lampshades that a common strategy in-game is for Finn to give his Brave Lance to Erinys so she and Fee can use it during the three-ish chapters that Finn is gone, especially since Finn does fine enough without it when he joins in Chapter 7. We'll see how it goes because I haven't decided how I'm going to reconcile the FE5 timeline with this.

Hope you enjoyed and I'll see you guys in a couple week with Chapter 9 :)

#skele's authors notes #star crossed knights notes

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dangerousfunreview · 2 years

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17th Household - The Klein Household

Welcome to the most iconic but also most tragic Family of Crystal Springs, the Klein Family!

First and foremost, Rest in Peace Sadia Klein, the Founder of this Household and the Person who worked hard to populate Crystal Springs and then became one of my most beloved and iconic Sims.

She got the position of Major and the Task to populate this town, and she succeeded with it! She was also a hard working woman who married Leo Finch soon after he moved to Crystal Springs and then died the first time of Child Birth when she gave birth to their Son Jordi.

She was resurrected when Jordi was already a child and when she came back she found her husband had moved on and started dating other people again. She felt cheated, even if she knew she shouldn't since she was dead and all, and their marriage became toxic.

She was always focused on keeping her public image clean and thus they stayed married, while Sadia herself started seeing other Guys and eventually had a one night stand with Neel Conelly. She then had enough with Leo since he didn't stop seeing other People.

They had a pretty bad argument where Sadia finally had to give in and get divorced with Leo. When the divorce was done Leo left the lot on good terms with Sadia but not with Jordi. Sadia then had a surprise pregnancy, birthed twins and died of childbirth again.

Her son Jordi really didn't do well growing up, his father was heavily overworked from being a single dad while also trying to find a new home and pay bills, they had to sell a lot of their furniture before Sadia came back from the dead and Jordi grew up badly into a child

When Sadia came back his life turned for the better, he hates his father for what he has done and considers his father a cheating prick. When his mother confessed to him that she was also cheating his world view got shattered since he had considered her to be innocent.

Thanks to a talk with Leo Jordi tried to mend his relationship with his mother and help her with the babys, when she died he plead for her life but failed to save her and went into aspiration failure. He sees it as his duty to take care of his two siblings.

He then connected the dots that Leon is the father of the twins and moved out with him into a bigger home, he is traumatised and Leo is doing his best to look after his son within Jordis boundarys but he is an emotional mess right now.

Leon Glass is a townie that went on a few dates with Sadia but wanted to propose a serious relationship to her, which is why he visited the same night as Sadia died. He is doing his best to keep Jordi hopefull while trying to form a friendship with Jordi.

He took immediate responsibilty for the twins and mourns Sadias death a lot, but he keeps an hopeful eye on the future and will probably go look for a partner of his own again soon.

This is the Familytree, which you can find under this Plum Tree App Link here with more details: https://theplumtreeapp.com/public/62a5aa5f00d69559b8baf792…

Rip Sadia, her death really hurt but it makes for an awesome and remomoreable story!

#sims2 #sims 2 #rotational gameplay #custom neighborhood #KleinHousehold #ts2

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Word Prompts Round Up!

I am in actual shock that I was able to finish my goal of writing 22 oneshots and actually posting them! I am so incredibly proud of that accomplishment even if it is a little silly. A massive thank you to all of you that continued to support me in this endeavour. Forehead kisses all around!

All 22 oneshots with links and descriptions under cut! (bonus the Taylor song they’re named after)

1. your kiss, my cheek- Mickey is pissy at Ian for only kissing his cheek instead of lips

Title: This love -1989 Word: Cheek by @sluttymickey Word Count: 1.5K Tags: Sick fic, domestic fluff Published: Mar. 30th

2. lingering question kept me up, 2 AM, who do you love?- Mickey tries to get his baby to stop crying in the middle of the night

Title: Enchanted - Speak now Word: Beloved by @whatwouldmickeydo Word Count: 2.8K Tags: Kid fic, babies, domestic Published: Mar. 31th

3. he's got his mothers eyes- nine year old Ian spends the day with a manic Monica

Title: Superman - Speak now Word: Acorn by @tsuga-of-mars Word Count: 4.3K Tags: pre-canon, younger version of character (non gallavich centred) Published: Apr. 2nd CW: Bipolar disorder - Mania

4. leave with my head hung, you are the only one who seems to care- Mickey’s at the club we wishes he was home with his husband instead

Title: Miss Americana & the Heartbreak Prince - Lover Word: Reverent by @smokey-mickey Word count: 3.5k Tags: drinking, club, Gallagher in-laws Published: Apr. 3rd

5. life was a willow and it bent right to your wind- Mickey and Ian get stuck on the side of the road after a branch hits their car. Chaos and bickering ensue.

Title: Willow- Folklore Word: Branch by @messedwithmandy Word count: 5.8K Tags: bickering husbands, side of the road, stranded Published: Apr. 5th

6. you carry my groceries and now I'm always laughing- Ian and Mickey have grown so much as people. Strangely enough, their fridge is a reflection of that.

Title: Stay Stay Stay- Red [TV] Word: Strawberries by @xninetiestrendx Word count: 2.9K Tags: food, introspection, domestic husbands Published: Apr. 6th

7. my hands shake, i’m not usually this way- After his daughter has a panic attack, Ian makes her feel safe.

Title: Fearless- Fearless [TV] Word: Dizzy by @iansw0rld Word count: 3.3K Tags: Good dad Ian, kid fic Published: Apr. 8th CW: anxiety, panic attacks, throwing up

8. long list of traitors who don’t understand- Teenage Ruby continues to be a pain in the ass to her parents. Ian however is on the receiving end instead of Mickey.

Title: Dear John - Speak now Word: Betrayal by @tellmegoodbye Word count: 5.5K Tags: kid fic, teenagers, lack of communication Published: Apr. 9th

9. you’re untouchable burning brighter than the sun- Ian and Mickey wake up at the Alibi the morning after their first-anniversary party. Mickey thinks Ian looks beautiful in the sunlight.

Title: Untouched- Fearless [TV] Word: Sunshine by @gardenerian Word count: 3.1K Tags: introspection, married bitches Published: Apr. 11th

10. does she mouth fuck you- a domestic day in takes a turn when baby Ruby learns a new word.

Title: Mad Woman- Folklore Word: Fuck by @squirrelfund Word count: 5.5K Tags: (baby) kid fic, domestic bitches Published: Apr. 12th

11. your heartbeat on the high line- westside era husbands get up to some misdeeds for fun.

Title: cardigan- Folklore (cabin in candlelight version because i like that one best) Word: Thrill by @arrowflier Word count: 5.3K Tags: idiots in love, petty crimes, westside era Published: Apr. 14th

12. never made anyone less gay- Mickey slowly blossomed into accepting his sexuality over the years.

Title: You Need To Calm Down- Lover Word: Blossom by @energievie Word count: 8.2K Tags: 5+1, Mickey growing up :) Published: Apr. 15th CW: Canon-typical homophobic language, internalised homophobia, mentions of incest (Sandy & Mickey) & a dash of sexual harassment in the +1 (mainly inappropriate nonconsensual touching)

13. all eyes on you, my magician- Carl gets a magic kit. Ian somehow ends up with it when and is definitely not great at tricks.

Title: So It Goes… - Reputation Word: Magic by @sunoficarus Word count: 1.6K Tags: plain silly, drabble (?) Published: Apr. 17th

14. don't you dare look out your window, darling everything's on fire- less than a week after Ian and Mickey’s first-anniversary party, everything seems to be going wrong. Lip and Ian try to sit down and amend things.

Title: Safe & Sound- Hunger Games Soundtrack Word: Firewood by @squidyyy23 Word count: 7.3K Tags: introspection, post canon fix-it, brothers Published: Apr. 18th

15. it was as good as our song- five times Mickey and Ian heard their songs, one time someone heard one for them.

Title: Our Song- Taylor Swift (Debut) Word: Song by @mikhailoaleksandrmilkovich Word count: 11.8K Tags: 5+1, domestic life, (some) kid fic Published: Apr. 20th

16. It seems like the perfect night for breakfast at midnight- Carl forgets his anniversary is coming up. He employs Ian to make him a pie but Ian doesn’t know how to make a pie. He has Ruby help him.

Title: 22- Red [TV] Word: Meringue by @depressedstressedlemonzest Word count: 5.8K Tags: kid fic, plot what plot, slice of domestic life Published: Apr. 21st

17. made your mark on me, a golden tattoo- five times Mickey and Ian thought about their tattoos. One time they thought about someone else's.

Title: Dress- Reputation Word: Tattoo by @mmmichyyy Word count: 11K Tags: 5+1, s4, s6, husbands Published: Apr. 23rd

18. and you held me close- Fiona invites the whole family down to Florida to celebrate her successes. Unfortunately for the Gallagher’s, a hurricane is about to hit and they all find themselves in close quarters.

Title: Dancing With Our Hands Tied- Reputation Word: Close by @vintagelacerosette Word count: 7.8K Tags: snowed (rained) in, stuck in a house, family Published: Apr. 24th

19. burrowed under my skin in heart-stopping waves of hurt- Mickey is getting under Ian’s skin, he needs it to stop. Prison era angst, that’s basically it.

Title: The Lakes- Folklore Word: Stop by @thisdivorce Word count: 6K Tags: prison era, angst, hurt/comfort Published: Apr. 26th CW: canon typical domestic violence & a pretty poorly written fight scenes (graphic ish)

20. i’m five years old, it’s getting cold, i’ve got my big coat on- The family is running late one winter morning, this only makes Mickey hate the season more.

Title: The Best Day- Fearless [TV] Word: Winter by @ianandmickeygallavich Word count: 6.5K Tags: kid fic, grumpy mickey, chaotic Published: Apr. 27th

21. this is the golden age of something good & right and real- Liam has a school event that runs him the chance of getting a scholarship. His history seems to be a point of teasing amongst his peers

Title: States Of Grace (Acoustic)- Red [TV] Word: Gilded by @sleepyfacetoughguy Word count: 7.1K Tags: Gallaghers, family, Liam, (non gallavich centred) Published: May 2nd

22. tasting your lips is my idea of luxury- Mickey misses the way Ian tastes, aka elle tries smut for the first time

Title: King Of My Heart- Reputation Word: Delectable by @gallawitchxx Word count: 6.9K Tags: NSFW, porn without plot, porn with feelings Published: May 5th

Related: the other one-shots I wrote this month

*Note: I feel empty inside now so if you feel so inclined leave me some prompts to write! A single word, full prompt, a number between 1-175 (👀), whatever i’m always happy to write

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snoopdoodle · 3 years

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OMG!! Snoop, it was amazing! I’m a little sad that, I didn’t find about you until now. Your writing is so great! And are your request open or are you not taking request right now because of the collaborative. (It’s ok if there not)You can make a part 2 of Ranboo dad Reader. 🏳️‍🌈 Anarchy [I say this with all of my favorite authors, but if I’m bothering you tell me please tell me]

Ahh!! Anarchy the beloved!! Of course you can have a part 2!! The link for part 1 is right below !! Also, if I had spaced this out like I was taught in english, this would be hella long-

FIRST PART \\ THRID PART

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Dad, but not // pt. 2

platonic!ranboo x male!reader, platonic!benchtrio x male!reader

pronouns: he/him

summary: kinda angsty second part to my story

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You cackled in the background as your son was blown up by a creeper. Your laugh was contagious as Tubbo started laughing with you. You slapped your knee from laughing so much. Tubbo tried to stand up, but he fell, which made you all laugh harder. “Don’t get an aneurysm, dad,” Ranboo told, and this just made you suffocate more. “Holy sh-i-i-i-t, hehe..” you spoke between laughter. “‘Don’t get an aneurysm’- heh-HEH” You tried to quote, but it just turned into a coughing/laughing fit. You groaned as your throat felt sore. “Dad, please don’t die,” Your son worried, and you pat his shoulder. “Not dying any time soon,” You started, your smile kind of turning forced.

You’d yet to tell the boys, Ranboo and his friends, that you would be leaving soon. You were happy and upset. You were only in England to do work. You could rent out a place here and leave it to one of your English friends who works in England as well. Maybe you could just buy a house here… no that would cost too much- “DAD! Are you ok? You’re zoning out.” Ranboo asked. You hadn’t realized it yet, but you had been ignoring Ranboo speaking to you. When Tubbo tried, you didn’t even reply. The both of them and chat had started to get worried. Ranboo ended up grabbing your shoulders and shaking them a few times.

“Y-yeah, I-I-I’m ok boys, I think I need to sit down for a second,” you informed. Now they were even more worried. You sat down on the couch and put your face in your hands. You had a killer headache. ‘I’m overworking myself.’ you thought, annoyed. You had asked your boss for a break multiple times, but he hadn’t responded. You thought about it for another second before deciding. You would skip a few days of work, hang out with the boys, then you would tell them. Or you’d tell them, then have your fun day…. days. Telling them after seems better. “Alrighty, I think we’re gonna end stream now, folks! Have a good day, bye!” Ranboo spoke. That was what snapped you out of your ideas.

Ranboo turned to you and sadly smiled. “You doing ok, pops?” He asked, He rarely used that name for you. Of course, you felt bad. You stood up, ignoring the sharp pain that came to your head. “Don’t worry about be kiddo… and I’m sorry for making you worry. I was thinking of stuff,” You answered, smiling as you felt Ranboo un-tense and lean into the hug. Tubbo huffed and walked into the hug as well. You moved your arm so it was wrapped around both of the boys. “By the way, Tubbo, do you have any Tylenol… or Aspirin?” You asked, ruining the mood, but making the 2 laugh.

“Yeah, we do. I’ll go get you some,” He spoke as he left the hug. Ranboo let go so Tubbo could get you some meds for your headache. Ranboo smiled, asking you s question. “So, what were you thinking of that had you so…” He stopped, as he couldn’t think of the word. “Disassociated?” You replied, “Yeah, I was thinking we could do something together. Me, you, Tommy, Tubbo, and maybe someone else if you want to invite someone.” You informed. Ranboo’s smile widened and he nodded his head. “Y-yeah! That sounds awesome!” He grinned. He hadn’t taken off his mask or glasses, but you could feel the happiness radiating off him.

“Ok, ok, kid. Let me get it planned, alright?” You spoke, chuckling. You had ford a smile onto your face as Tubbo came back into the room. He handed you the meds and a glass of water. You nodded a silent ‘ thank you ‘ to him. Ranboo grabbed Tubbo’s hand and dragged him to watch a movie. “You coming, dad?” he asked, you shook your head no and pointed to your phone and he gave a look of understanding. You walked outside and took note of the stormy clouds. You dialed the number and gave a smile when she answered. “Hey, Kristin,” you greeted into the phone. You smiled as she gave a polite hello back. “I need to ask you something,” you started. “Hm?” She hummed. You could hear her cooking in the background.

“I have to tell the boys that I’m goin’ back home soo, and I don’t know how..” You ranted, frowning into the phone. You heard a creak and turned around. The door was open. “Hm?” You questioned. You closed that door, didn’t you? Oh well. You walked back to the door and shut it firmly. “Well, I’d say you just flat out tell them. You should see how they take it, and then do something with them,” You laughed into the phone and shook your head. “That was my plan already!” You exclaimed with a grin. She laughed into the phone and you could hear her tap the counter. “Well I say you just go with your plan,” She told you. You grinned and nodded.

“Alrighty then, have a good day, Kristin,” you chuckled. “You too, [Name],” She told before hanging up. You held the phone, taking a deep breath. You walked back to the door, opening it softly and stepping inside. You could hear the thunder roar from outside so you were lucky to make it in soon enough. You walked through the halls. You heard a sniff and you stopped. “Hello?” You asked before stepping into the living room. Ranboo tuned to you and you could see his puffy eyes. “Are you really going back home soon?” He asked. Your eyes went wide and you sighed, putting your head down. You nodded to him and he sniffed again.

You walked back to the boy and pat his back. Tubbo sighed and put his head down, starting to tear up as well. He enjoyed having you here as much as Ranboo did. “I-Is that why you wanted to have a fun day?” He questioned and you nodded. “I was actually thinking of how I could stay longer.” Ranboo and Tubbo’s eyes widened as they listened to your explanation. “I want to stay longer, I really do kid. My company had only paid the hotel for the 2-week stay I have, so I couldn’t stay longer than that,” You told them with a frown. You sighed again and put your head into your arms.

“I’m sorry. Let’s just have a fun day together. You can invite that Tommy kid, if your parents’ll allow it Tubbo,” You sadly chuckled. Ranboo and Tubbo smiled at how you were trying to make things better. Ranboo called Tommy as Tubbo called his parents. Tubbo and Tommy’s parents agreed, so he walked on over. You all decided to have a sleepover-type thing. Tommy would stay over for the next 4 days that you are over. You all would stream, cook, vlog, and watch a couple movies. This should be fun. The first day you all hung out, you decided to do a cooking stream. You made a great bowl of pasta… besides the fact that Tommy spilled the sauce multiple times and Ranboo dropped the pasta noodles, breaking them into bits.

The second day, You all streamed a ‘you laugh, you lose’ stream. You didn’t laugh once, although you were very close. People had found it funny when you clapped to the song “Two Trucks” on beat. Ranboo’s hand had flown to his mouth, Tubbo had busted out laughing, and it took Tommy a seconds since he didn’t know what the song was. Chat had busted out laughing, and you only knew to do that because of how many times you had heard it from Ranboo. The other funny part was when someone donated a clip from the song “WAP”, and you had sung it word for word. Yeah… you successfully made the boys lose 2 lives… each.

On the third day, you all didn’t stream, but instead watched a movie. You decided to watch the Toy Story saga. All of you cried since you are all children. On the fourth day, you all went to a Halloween store that had opened early and vlogged there. It was all fun and games… till you all got kicked out cause, out of surprise and fear, you punched (and broke) one of the animatronics. The vlog was about 20 minutes long, so you thought it was pretty successful. Although, in the end, since you had run out of footage, you decided to do some small clips of you telling stories from America before your met Ranboo’s family.

And then you had the last day, today. Tomorrow you’d be going home. It was about 2 in the morning as you layed down. Captain America was playing in the background as the boys slept. Ranboo was cuddled up to your side, as was Tubbo. Tommy, however, was resting on the other side of the couch. Earlier in the night, he claimed that he didn’t need affection, but you knew he just didn’t want to get ‘picked on’ by Ranboo and Tubbo. You smiled as the boys shifted in their hold. Yeah, you’d miss them like hell. But hey, you just had the best 5 days of your life and, honest;y, you think you might be coming back soon.

#male reader #platonic bench trio #tommyinnit #x male reader #platonic tubbo #ranboo #dsmp x male reader #dsmp ranboo #dsmp angst #platonic!ranboo x reader #male!reader #platonic tommyinnit #dad!reader

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aconstantstateofbladerunner · 3 years

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Blade’s MHA Fanfiction Masterlist

This is the post listing all my past, present, and future My Hero Academia fanfictions. Links are provided to what has been published so far. Please feel free to ask me about any and all the stories described here, not just the ones that have been published. Thanks for reading!

I also have a Ko-fi where I occasionally post previews: https://ko-fi.com/aconstantstateofbladerunner

The Butterfly Continuity

- Butterfly - (Complete) The first over-night trip off campus since the training camp was supposed to be a fun break from more intense work back home. But between a bleak introduction to chaos theory, a chilly reception from the locals, and the looming threat of a villain attack, Izuku has too much on his mind to properly enjoy the fresh air. But those worries are a light breeze compared to the hurricane that accompanies what he finds on the outskirts of town.

Or rather, what finds him.

Izuku is stalked by a powerful creature who only seems to be interested in him.

32 chapters (complete).

https://archiveofourown.org/works/17165612/chapters/40360787

- Moth - In science, butterflies have a more strict definition for classification than moths. Therefore, a moth is anything related that is not a butterfly.

2/12 chapters.

https://archiveofourown.org/works/28445922/chapters/69706131

For Izuku (Bio Dad Might AU)

- For Kurou - For their own safety, Toshinori must remove himself from the lives of his long-time partner and newborn son. But they’re never far from his mind. For years, not a day goes by where he doesn’t write a letter or set aside a gift for their eventual reunion. It isn’t until he’s spent some time with his chosen successor, a young quirkless boy named Midoriya Izuku, that Toshinori’s consistent dedication to his family is interrupted.

Canon divergence fic. Streamlined to the important stuff because there are already an abundance of fics like this and I want to focus on my original stuff. Toshinko. Family angst with a happy ending.

6/31 chapters. This is arguably my saddest fic.

https://archiveofourown.org/works/22882870/chapters/54692104

For Izuku will be a five part series.

Non-Series Multichapter

- Naive Melody - Inko is just one cog in a grand machine years in her father's making. So small, she can only speculate on its true size and scale. All she knows is her role is on the fringe of an operation to ruin one man's life. When that man walks past everything else right up to her, she ends up set to play an even bigger role that she could have ever imagined.

And then the cog comes loose.

Inko is the daughter of All for One, and becomes pregnant after being forced into Toshinori’s orbit. Toshinko enemies-to-lovers slowburn. Some sexual content but mostly just in conversation and implication, though this includes the topic of sexual assault. Also, going to treat the pregnancy like body horror.

8/43 chapters. Read the tags.

https://archiveofourown.org/works/34421470/chapters/85662910

- Dekugate - After narrowly saving Nabu Island from powerful villains, Class 1-A elects to stay behind and help with recovery efforts, though Izuku needs a few more days to heal before he can do much of anything. Thankfully, retired Symbol of Peace All Might and current revered urban rescue hero Parakeet, his beloved parents, arrive to help look after him and the others. But not everyone is as happy to see them as Izuku is. And he soon finds out that the absurd rabbit hole of hatred extends to him as well.

Bio Dadmight and Hero Inko au that takes place right after the events of the second movie, where Izuku discovers a conspiratorial corner of the All Might fandom whose members are stalking him.

11 chapters (complete). Every content warning associated with toxic fandoms you can imagine.

https://archiveofourown.org/works/39303069/chapters/98352987

- All but One - Toshinori is given the opportunity to undo over two decades of suffering by going back in time and ending All For One. And that’s just the beginning. He goes on to use his knowledge of the future to correct errors of the past, and makes his new reality infinitely better than the one he came from. Better in every way but one.

Used to be a oneshot, now multi-chapter. Open to making it an au but not sure yet. Based on a bittersweet post by @skygemspeaks

13/21 chapters. This was supposed to be short. Warning for some violence.

https://archiveofourown.org/works/18796387/chapters/44597800

- Angel’s Egg [hiatus] - Orphaned babies showing up on the stoop of hero agencies is unfortunately not all that rare. And egg the size of a baby is entirely unheard of. Is the child within just the result of an unusual quirk, or something of far greater, supernatural origins?

Kinda out there au where Izuku hatches from an egg and is raised by All Might. That question is posed to me, because I’m not yet sure if I want to go down the mundane or supernatural path; I have potential endings for both.

8/22 chapters. Structure similar to Full Metal Jacket in that the story will shift gears completely in the second half. Heavy violence and potential character death.

https://archiveofourown.org/works/21009755/chapters/49966448

- The Wails in the Walls [hiatus] - Toshinori was convinced his cottage was haunted from the day he moved in. He could easily blame the missing objects and little bites in his food on pests, but that wouldn’t explain the faint sound of crying some nights.

Izuku is a tiny child living in Toshi’s walls who survives by ‘borrowing’ little things. Gonna jump between angst and fluffy like a seesaw. Idea originally by @abyssal-glory who graciously gave me permission to use it.

10/17 chapters. Violence, reference to death, and bugs.

https://archiveofourown.org/works/20392885/chapters/48368857

- Exit Light [hiatus] - A young Toshinori is just starting to feel truly at ease with his master and his role as her apprentice. But uncomfortable truths come to light once a villain threatens the lives of their entire town with all-consuming darkness. “Consuming” in this case is literal.

4/9 chapters. Warning for heavy violence in ch. 2.

https://archiveofourown.org/works/19233598/chapters/45733516

Oneshots & Anthologies

- Spiked - There’s no such thing as a free meal.

Gore headcanon request that got out of hand. Please read the tags.

https://archiveofourown.org/works/20062174

- The Road that went Forever - Izuku’s Papa picked him up from kindergarten that day. He hadn’t done that in a while.

Usually, I write Hisashi as a normal, emotionally distant father. This is not one of those stories. A very sad two-shot.

https://archiveofourown.org/works/21754498/chapters/51902485

- 12 Days of WIPs Challenge - A collection of the first chapters of 12 different so-far unpublished fic concepts.

Exactly what it says on the tin. Content warnings appear in the notes for corresponding chapters.

https://archiveofourown.org/works/28039407/chapters/68691597

- The Glitch - Sometimes loss can be so potent, daydreams about what could have been start to feel like memories of times gone by. Or perhaps something more.

Broken Reality au: a joke made real.

https://archiveofourown.org/works/30455220

- The Turn - "So. Izuku dug his fingers into his hair. In order to win the festival and keep Father from pulling me out of the hero course, I have to contend with: the non-hero course students who want to take my spot, the other hero class jealous of 1A’s attention, the rest of my own class full of powerful quirks and experience fighting villains, including my childhood bully who’s never lost anything in his life, and my asshole half-brother with one of the most powerful quirks I’ve ever seen, a decade of training on how to use it, and a lifetime of barely repressed hatred he’s been waiting for an opportunity to unleash on me. All in full view and judgement of millions of people, including my teachers, hero scouts, my mentor the number one hero who wants me to declare myself his successor, my horrible father who will surely turn on me if anyone finds out he is my father, and my Mom who’s scared of me getting hurt. And I have to do all that using a quirk I can’t control without breaking my bones. He crouched down and silently screamed into his hands. I am going to die!"

Izuku is the illegitimate son of Endeavor, and has one last chance to prove to him he can be a hero.

https://archiveofourown.org/works/32560006

- Cain - “Katsuki was a natural born hero. Simple as that. He was smart, charismatic, and had the strongest quirk of anyone he’d ever met. And yet for some reason, All Might picked stupid, worthless Deku as his successor instead. But it didn’t matter. The nerd probably schemed his way into All Might’s favor. All Katsuki had to do was pull back the curtain on how awful he really was, and the number one hero would come to his senses. After all, real heroes never lose. No matter what.”

Stalker Bakugou au

https://archiveofourown.org/works/33808450

- Mercy of the Abyss - “When All Might invites Izuku to be his plus-one at a hero friend's party, at first, he's ecstatic. A weekend in a cool place with his beloved mentor, surrounded by incredible heroes and a unique environment. That environment just so happens to be a city at the bottom of the ocean. Three miles down. No sun, no cell service, and no hope of survival against the abyss if something goes wrong. When everything goes wrong every time Izuku travels away from UA. How is he supposed to think about anything else?”

Dad Might Mash prize for @pocketramblr

https://archiveofourown.org/works/36117655

- Together in Stride - “Izuku promised to help take care of Toshinori after a major surgery, and keeps his promise despite being injured in a villain attack right before, something Toshinori feels immense guilt over.”

Dad Might Mash prize for @aeolian-mode

https://archiveofourown.org/works/35055601

- Statistic - In a world where All for One was defeated the first time around, new villainous groups are constantly bubbling up just under the surface of society. New crimes need new tactics, so in an effort to flush out an alleged anti-quirkless group, All Might decides to go undercover as Yagi Toshinori, quirkless middle school teacher. But Toshinori hasn't been quirkless in a long time, and he learns the hard way how much things have changed.

based on a prompt by @hey-hamlet

https://archiveofourown.org/works/45456406

That’s all for now. Feel free to send asks about these.

#mha #bnha #my hero academia #boku no hero academia #mha fanfiction #bnha fanfiction #butterfly #for kurou #all but one #the wails in the walls #naive melody #fanfiction masterlist #aconstantstateoffanfiction

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izusun · 3 years

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Headcanon: Izuku is into DIY.

Hot Take: Izuku would create a long furby. He has a collection of various eldritch creepy long furbies. Katsuki absolutely refuses to go into his room because of them. He would've exploded them by now but that would make Izuku cry.

Other CursedTM Things that Izuku does that makes Katsuki die inside and that Katsuki tries to hide from the rest of Class 1-A:

He's a part of the Vulture Culture community and collects roadkill and dead animals to turn into bones.

He has a collection of shitty All Might hawaiian shirts.

He has a collection of stuffed animals. They all have names ripped from Lovecraft such as "Yawgsathoth" and "Mother of Pus"

He writes fanfiction of the heroes.

He has a giant worm on a string plush, and his room is also decorated with Worms on Strings (you have no idea how much Katsuki had to bribe him not to add worms on strings to his uniform blazer)

He does have a plague doctor mask and will regularly just go out in a cloak and his mask

He cosplays exclusively female heroes, and crossdresses the worst dresses

He basically does art makeup, on his face and the face of Katsuki

"Hey what are you reading?" "Oh, this book on how to cook frogs."

He will eat anything. Including stuff that is on the ground. He has an iron stomach.

The actual reason Izuku hangs up All Might everywhere (it used to be a mix of all heroes) is because once in middle school Katsuki accused him of being straight, so he put him up everywhere and continued the habit, Katsuki hates his room now

- Goblin Anon (otherwise known as Goblin anon projects everything she does or wants to do onto her fav)

HI GOBLIN!!! GENUINELY SCREAMED AT THIS AU BECAUSE WTF

even i would not want to enter the beloved’s (izuku’s) room because of his shit.

i’ve searched up long furbys and i am, simply put, traumatized. i had a collection of furbys when i was a kid but we had to give them away because there’s too much of them. but long furbys? i am very much scared.

there’d be a picture of a long furby under the cut, and i’m genuinely terrified of the fucker.

also, can i just say that izuku writing fanfictions is the least cursed thing that he does? because like, reading the rest is like looking at that picture where you can’t decipher a single thing because, again, wtf izuku.

but they’re also funnier? creepier? because i can genuinely see izuku doing those dhekdoowks

✄┈┈┈

this shit would probably be snaking around the frames of izuku’s door. or he probably has one at the corner of his wall, the one that meets with the ceiling, and when a visitor looks up, they’re greeted by the sight of this centipede looking furby that has additional four eyes that izuku lovingly and carefully sewn on. it’s so nightmarish :’)

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the vulture culture part started when they were young. his interest started when he saw a documentary on how to pin butterflies and he was like, “you know what? thats actually something i want to do!” but! BUT!! he cannot catch a butterfly, thus he settled for mounting dragonflies which he collected in the nearby stream (where katsuki fell).

fun fact about mounting dragonflies: they lose colours when they’re dead. you can use acetone to not only help preserve its colours, but also to stop its decay. they decay so quickly, it’s terrible.

anyways, izuku does not know that and instead followed a youtube video of how to mount dragonflies, using an old picture frame as the case.

inko comes home, sees his son doing his stuff and is just happy that izuku’s not rewatching that loud all might video. she helps him pin the other wings and they are fascinated at how pretty they look. well, the next day, the wings are now transparent and the belly side of the dragonflies are black. it also stinks so they had to throw the whole thing plus the case.

izuku’s fascination grows from there.

a failed experiment, after all, instigates the desire to right them.

so that’s where he starts: butterflies, moths, beetles, another dragonfly case.

katsuki is fascinated and disgusted because, “why would you want dead insects in your room, deku?”

the rest began when the bakugou’s and the midoriya’s have road trips. inko doesn’t have a car so the bakugou’s drive along with them, and it’s a good day. the kids are having fun and getting along, and the parents are chilling and enjoying their vacation. life is good.

then on their drive home, izuku, who is sitting sandwiched between katsuki and inko, lets out this blood-curdling scream. it wakes katsuki up and almost had masaru swerving the car out of the highway.

“maru-san (because my boy izuku cannot say masaru) can you please stop the car! i wanna get that!” he screams, pointing at something indecipherable by the side of the roads.

masaru does anyways because it’s so rare for izuku to request something, but also his heart’s still pumping so fast after izuku’s scream.

masaru wasn’t even done stopping the engine when the car doors are opening, and katsuki and izuku are tumbling out, hand-in-hand. masaru and inko follow them closely, while mitsuki stayed to watch over the car.

katsuki’s excited for an adventure, but then izuku just. stops them. in front of a skull.

masaru chokes from behind them and katsuki lets go of izuku’s hand so fast, running back to his dad because, again, “deku what the shit?”

izuku ignores him and gestures at the deer skull, one that has moss growing by the teeth and around the jaw, turning to inko to ask, “mama? can we bring that home?”

masaru feels very faint, but doesn’t say anything when inko easily agrees, laughing at her boy and patting his untameable hair as if your child asking you for a carcass’s skull is normal.

inko picks it up and they go back to the car. mitsuki does a double-take on what inko’s holding, but shushes up when she saw izuku bouncing happily. katsuki hesitantly sits beside izuku, but when izuku began yammering about all might, he forgets about the skull and nerds out with izuku.

inko explains to mitsuki and masaru about her son’s newfound interest, telling them that it’d go away in two years, don’t worry.

it didn’t. instead, his interest and his collection grew. so for his subsequent birthdays, along with hero merch, he has vulture culture collections gifted to him.

when he moved to the dorms, they’re more packaged than his hero merch and katsuki wants to get angry because he’s been looking for those limited hero merch and yet there they are, chilling beside izuku’s many many skulls and bones.

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IZUKU STARTED COLLECTING THE ALL MIGHT HAWAIIAN SHIRTS WHEN HE WAS TWELVE

he ransacked for the very first edition, often saving his allowance just so he can buy the retro versions of the all might hawaiian shirts. sometimes he’d barter, but that’s only when he’s really desperate for the shirts. usually he’d just be in an auction site and buy just those.

he’d take katsuki with him and katsuki is very careful in what to buy, often researching the things and having a very long pros and cons list to narrow down what he’d buy, then his best bud izuku just out there buying all might hawaiian shirts.

funniest thing too is that those are the first to go because they? don’t value much? and they’re ugly, tbh, and yet izuku’s slurping them all up.

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the first time class 1a were talking about plushies, izuku dropped the names and they’re confused because-

“bro did you name your plushies with lovecraft names?” OR “bro? do you perhaps have personalized lovecraft toys?”

it’s the earlier one but izuku would want to buy personalized lovecraft monster toys.

ok but? he names them as per the appropriate lovecraft characters? like:

a purple octopus plushie is called azathoth.

a green gecko plushie is called bokrug.

a fish plushie (literally nemo) is called dagon instead of nemo.

a pink jellyfish plushie is mother of pus.

he has other plushies that have normal names (well, as normal as naming a plushie “cheese grater”), but he has a collection of specific plushies that align with lovecraft beings.

he writes all might x reader fanfictions, i’m sorry ;v;

he only writes them because he doesn’t want other heroes with all might, but also the reader pairing gets more views than all might with other heroes.

katsuki caught him writing a slowburn, enemies to lovers all might x reader fanfic and proceeded to proofread it for him.

synopsis of the fanfiction: reader is a villain with a sound quirk (tailored to present mic’s quirk) and all might met them in a hero gala where the reader pretended to be a worker so that they could infiltrate the gala’s holder’s office for a specific banking access that is linked to the world’s bank. all might manages to sniff them out and proceeds to fight them, but when a beam is about to hit the reader, all might swoops in and saves them. cue the reader developing unwanted feelings for their greatest foe, all might.

aND THEN!!! all might knows the reader outside of their villain persona and is actually very much taken by them. so it’s a painful surprise that the reader is a villain. but he is willing to save them.

it is still incomplete despite having 102 chapters. by chapter 78, katsuki asked for payment because shit was too long and too angsty.

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HEISOSL IZUKU HAS A WORM ON A STRING DOOR CURTAIN

he genuinely likes them but creating the door curtain kind of extinguished that interest because that’s just too much worms and too much strings for a single curtain, and it was very much tiring.

he has a tiny one stitched on his blazer and inko heaved this really big sigh when she saw that her son’s crisp UA uniform got a worm by the chest pocket.

aizawa eyed it once and was so close to expelling izuku just because of that.

shouto, when they became friends, sends a box of them to izuku because he thought that those are izuku’s favourite. katsuki had not stopped cackling when he saw the huge box of them.

to punish katsuki, he made a furby with worm hair and left it by katsuki’s door. katsuki’s scream woke everyone up.

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the moment he walked out with a plague mask, tokoyami was exiting his dorm room too and they made a long eye contact.

tokoyami does not know if he is amazed by izuku’s plague mask or he is terrified because why does it look authentic.

for halloween, he was a plague doctor.

he stowed them away after saving eri.

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his first women hero cosplay was in third grade when they had a play about different heroes. the girl who was playing ragdoll got sick and everyone’s already strapped in as their hero and unwilling to change. izuku, himself, is present mic (katsuki’s all might).

the girls don’t want to give up their heroes and izuku, the bestest boy, goes and says he will become ragdoll.

their teacher agrees and helps him strap in as ragdoll and you know what, izuku loves it.

from then on, he tries to cosplay as much women heroes that he can afford. inko loves helping him and katsuki thinks he is adorable but! dont tell deku!!!

OK BUT he wore the dress that broke the internet once and katsuki almost exploded the dress off him. almost because izuku dodged and warned him that if he ever breaks that dress, katsuki will have to pay (either monetary or revenge, katsuki doesn’t know so he behaved).

FOR HALLOWEEN, HE WORE THIS AND KATSUKI HATES IT

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izuku painting star freckles on his face!!!! or heart freckles!!!! or flowers!!!!

izuku in fairy makeup, pleaseee!

he also loves giving katsuki his own freckles because something about blonde hair and red eyes with pale cheeks kissed by freckles is making izuku gay panic.

izuku putting concealer on his own freckles once and his classmates are looking at him weirdly, wondering why he looks off?

like he still looks amazing, but something’s missing. it’s fucking them up and katsuki isn’t helping them so they’re trying to piece what’s up.

it takes monoma sneering at izuku and asking where his eight freckles are that 1a realizes why he looks different.

ok but denki asking monoma why he knows how much freckles izuku has and monoma spluttering, bright red and embarrassed, until he just walks away.

(answer: he’s crushing on green bean).

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IZUKU HAVING A COLLECTION OF LIKE ARCHAIC? BREWING? STUFF? BOOKS.

i dont know how to explain it but my friend has this specific book about poisons, detailing recipes and ingredients.

it also talks about the use of frogs, lizards, snakes. the benefits of different flowers (ones with toxins) and how to use them during tea time.

it’s bizarre but the book looks pretty so i think izuku would have a handful of those in his room.

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izuku eating grass? flowers? trying dandelions and complaining that it’s furry

izuku wandering what a twig tastes like so he just sucks on it like a lollipop.

inko gave up on stopping him because her son would just eat anything but his broccolis, and she’s very much tired of thinking if izuku would have an upset stomach. he never had.

first time mitsuki saw izuku do that, she forced him to drink cola and eat candy to cleanse his palette.

katsuki goads him on eating more.

izuku’s favourite is chewing on maple leaves. he’s just a weird boy.

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OK BUT THE FINAL ONE ABOUT HIS ALL MIGHT POSTERS?? I HAVENT STOPPED LAUGHINGF

izuku wanting more all might figurines than posters. he only has some chemistry stuff (periodic table) on his wall, a little tapestry that matches inko’s, a canvas of monet’s water lilies (again, matching inko), and some cosmic facts that he bought online.

and yk katsuki sees those and thinks that it’s so weird that izuku has those posters but not all might?

his first thought was, “he doesn’t like all might as much as i do.”

the following one is, “he’s straight so he doesn’t want a guy’s face on his wall.”

katsuki’s mouth so happens to say the second one and the next week he visited izuku’s room again, each surface of the wall that is not taken by pinned insects and his frog-book stuff, plus his other existing non-hero posters, is covered in just all might posters.

he belatedly realizes that his own face is also on izuku’s wall, but that’s for later musings because for now he’s jealous that izuku managed to scourge the limited all might posters, but also is disgusted a bit because that’s too much all might.

katsuki walks out before his interest in all might plummets.

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ps to my beloved: ﹤୨♡୧﹥

GOBLIN I LOVE YOUR AUS ALL THE TIME AND IM SORRY FOR RESPONDING SO LATE! YOU ALWAYS MAKE ME SMILE AND I LOVE U!!!! you’re genuinely so precious pls dont stop your ramblings!!!!

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Dear Mom and Dad (also Bato if he’s there)

I’m alive! As you can see. The plane arrived on time and I was actually a whole half hour early for pick up. They found me well enough though, and after a long sleep in the van over I’m here. So far the place looks alright. A few internationals got here before me which means there’s already a sort of group of friends. But I’m not worried. Oh! Two of them are from Gran Gran’s old home. The girl seems cool, but the guy was kind of mean. Well, not mean mean but still more than a jerk than he should have been to a stranger.

Anywho, I’ll send a few more updates after orientation is finished. Hope you’re good. STAY OUT OF MY ROOM KATARA, and I’ll see you guys at the end of the summer.

Your beloved only son, whom you love very dearly,

Sokka

(Im gonna post the unanotated version and the other ones too. This is the first in the summer camp series. Kofi link is on my page)

#zukka #yue #suki #hahn #jet #atla #Avatar The Last Airbender #sokka #atla sokka #atla suki #atla yue #atla jet #atla hahn #summer camp au

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crystalirises · 3 years

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FundXD au thrid part? Maybe the final confrontation between Dreamxd and George? imagine George offering to take Fundy's place, but XD teases him because he obviously only loves Fundy now (before Mumza saves the day!! or whatever you had planned if you already had something in mind).

Not me accidentally posting it separately. But anyway, here's the third part! I'm sorry it took so long, hope you enjoy this.

But yeah anyway, please do take heed of the trigger warnings. This is probably now what I consider the darkest and the most uncomfortable one-shot I've written. Like in terms of themes, yeah I am just: oh wow I wrote this huh...

So yes, please do heed the warnings and do not read it if any of the the warnings make you uncomfortable.

TW: Forced Relationships, Forced Kissing, Forced Marriage, Possessive Behavior, Captivity, Implied Harm, and A Lot of Dark Implications

Ao3 Link: https://archiveofourown.org/works/28886223/chapters/84740365

“A radiant day for a wedding, do you not think so, my fox?” If only the mattress could swallow him whole. He buried his face on the silken sheets, pressing the pillow to the top of his head, wondering if he could suffocate himself if he tried really hard enough. “Beloved? You’re quiet.”

He rolled his eyes, holding back the urge to scream.

After a moment, he felt the twist of vines against his ankle, gently pulling him away from underneath the covers. Fundy let himself be dragged, having learned the hard way that clawing at the bed to keep himself from getting dragged was a bad idea. He shuddered at the bad memory.

“My darling star, don’t you agree that today is a splendid day for our wedding?”

No, he did not agree. There was no day where he’d ever even consider marrying the god.

“I don’t feel well. Can we move the wedding?”

“Do not lie.” The room turned colder, the chill of ice piercing through his skin that he nearly buckled underneath the pain. Then in just a second, the cold was gone. He was still in his their bedroom, the sunshine filtering in through the glass-stained windows, bathing the room in a kaleidoscope of color. XD was holding him by the elbow, their spherical head never faltering in its cheery smile, if one can call it a smile. The god pulled him into their embrace, holding him with such warmth that Fundy wanted to cry. They shouldn’t be so comforting. “You are well.”

“Ya…” Fundy felt like throwing up, “...well…”

For a god who had lived as long as the world, XD was not as patient as Fundy had hoped. It had only been a week, but the god had given up on Fundy’s flimsy excuses. Fundy had used every excuse that he knew: headaches, fevers, coughs, even “fainting” that one time XD had actually gotten him to stand on the altar. They had grown tired of waiting. Fundy turned his head towards one corner of the room, their wedding outfits only seemed to mock him. He shivered within the god’s hot touch, XD didn’t seem to notice his discomfort, but they noticed the way he was staring at those, arguably, beautiful outfits. XD led him towards them, holding him by the arms.

“I could change your suit if you wish, anything for you, my fox.” Fundy paled, refusing to look at the suit now that it was in front of him. It was in a beautiful hue of orange pastel, decorated with a pastel green flower pinned to its chest. XD had chosen to wear a dress for the wedding, and if Fundy wasn’t being held there against his will, he might have even blushed at the thought of the god in a dress… walking down the aisle. It was a mostly white dress which faded into a pastel green in the middle and into a forest green at the bottom. “You could wear a dress if yo—”

“No.” Fundy already loathed the suit, he wouldn’t know what he’d do if he had to wear a dress. At least XD didn’t mind, though - and Fundy knew it was stupid to feel - he found it somewhat adorable that XD wanted to wear a dress. The wedding dress suited them, even if Fundy didn’t want to marry them. The god hummed behind him, a low sound that had no lyrical or musical tone to it whatsoever, before picking him up. He shrieked, holding tightly to the god’s shoulders.

“My dear fox, the wedding will be divine, it shall take place the hour between day and night.” Fundy had a few hours of freedom. Then… He clenched his hands, angered that he no longer had his claws to tear into the god’s skin. “The wedding venue has not changed from the last time we tried to marry, but, sweet fox, would you wish for any new changes? What do you wish for?”

His only wish was to go home.

The god leaned down and Fundy knew what was to come. He closed his eyes, letting the god do what they wanted. Maybe he should have heeded his papa’s advice. Maybe he shouldn’t have befriended the god who seemed too kind to be true. Maybe he should have stayed at home and lived a normal life instead of searching for… he didn’t even know anymore. But he knew he missed his home, he missed his dads. He missed the normal life in their little cabin in the fields.

Once the god leaned away from the kiss, Fundy let out a sigh. “I want cake.”

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“Wil, I love you, but now is the time for your ritualistic shenanigans.”

George tapped his foot on the muddy ground, placing his head in his hands as Wilbur ignored him for the tenth time. Wilbur had refused to say what his secret was, in favor of showing what his secret was. If George had known that said secret would involve Wilbur drawing intricate symbols in the mud, George would have gone deeper into the forest on his own instead.

After a few more seconds of agonizing silence and waiting, Wilbur finally stepped back, gesturing for George to come near him. He raised a brow, choosing to stand beside Wilbur despite the nagging voice in his head telling him to leave and go look for their son. George took in the symbol that Wilbur had drawn. He’d traced a circle in the mud, and within the complex lines, George could make out five symbols. The lines merged to showcase a woman. In her right hand, she held a blade. In her left, there were musical notes and discs emerging from her palm.

At the bottom of the symbol, the lines converged to create a pair of angel wings.

“Wil, is now the time to show me that you can draw—” He cut himself off once Wilbur started to chant under his breath. He stepped back, doubt racing through his mind. George had never been interested in magic, being more talented in redstone and engineering, but he feared those who excelled in the practice. Magic meant gods, and gods meant double-edged deals. “Wilbur…”

The symbol began to glow a light gray hue, the smell of metal and death tainting the air. His fear doubled, but he didn’t try to run off. Nervous as he was, he trusted Wilbur, his dear husband.

A splash of cold landed on his cheek, he brushed it away, but then a downpour of rain began to fall around them. The ground turned muddier, nearly grasping onto their legs. George looked up, furrowing his brows at the sight of sunlight. It was raining despite the warm sun rays that were filtering in through the trees. The intricate symbol wasn’t affected by the sudden storm, its glow intensifying underneath the torrent of water. George didn’t know why, but he felt sick. A sickness that wasn’t nausea, it was worse. Like someone had taken a sharp pickaxe and started to chip away at his heart. He held a hand to his chest, grasping for Wilbur’s arm with the other.

Wilbur’s chanting had grown louder despite the rain, almost like he was fighting against the noise. The light gray glow had taken over the entire drawing, the lines scorched away by its brilliance. Then the world began to shake, and for a moment, George could hear screaming.

He slipped once the earth started to sink. Wilbur pulled him up just as the ground gave way, the symbol had caved in, going deeper and deeper until he could see bright red. He shuddered, but Wilbur held him close. He had half a mind to throw his husband an irritated glare. If his husband would stop with the theatrics for a moment and actually tell George what his secret was, then maybe he wouldn’t be second-guessing everything that's happening right now. He glanced back down at the hole. Wilbur had just opened a gateway to the underworld. Despite the red lights of the underworld, the chasm let out a chilling cold that seeped deep into George’s skin and soul.

“You’re a hellspawn, is that the secret? If so, it was not much of a secret I already knew that, Mr. Soot.” Wilbur rolled his eyes, pressing a kiss to George’s cheek. Once Wil had left George on stable ground, he watched as his husband walked close to the chasm. Wilbur reached down a hand. George wondered if Wilbur was asking to get kidnapped. “Wilbur, the dead can’t help us.”

“You’re correct. Zombies are pretty shit at… everything. Skeletons… perhaps.”

George took a breath through clenched teeth. He knew Wilbur was worried about Fundy too, but he couldn’t afford to waste anymore time with Wilbur and his shenanigans. XD had taken their son, a wish god had taken their son and George knew the god would refuse to let Fundy go.

“Wilbur, please. We need to find Fundy. XD would do anything they could to keep our son from ever leaving them, we have to go.” He pleaded, but Wilbur was too busy looking into the chasm.

George loudly sighed, pinching the bridge of his nose. The rain continued to pour around them, and if he didn’t hurry, he’d lose his way down the forest path due to the mud that was beginning to drown everything in its path. He turned to leave, but then a voice broke through the silence.

“A sunshower…? Did you forget to tell your own mum that you're getting married, Wilbur?”

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Fundy flitted about the room, pressing his hands against his ears as the rain continued to pour outside. He didn’t know why XD had thought it would be romantic to marry one another while a storm threatened to destroy the land, but the constant tapping of the rain on the ground was beginning to grate on his ears. Despite the heavy rain, he hated the warm sunlight even more.

Why couldn’t the weather just be either gloomy or happy? It was a mockery of his life.

He glanced down at his suit, fixing the green flower so it wouldn’t fall off by accident. He didn’t know what XD would do if anything were to ruin their “special day.” He huffed, pressing his head against the glass window. He could see the neverending forest from there. XD had insisted that they live on one of the highest trees in the forest. They wanted to give Fundy a good view.

When XD had first shown him their abode, Fundy had been ecstatic to see the entire forest. He collapsed on a nearby chair, putting his head in his hands. Now everything felt like a big joke.

It was so wonderful before, but he saw through the roses, and now knew their thorns.

He looked back up, worried for a moment that XD would be standing in front of him, ready to whisk him away to the altar. There was a shift of movement at the right side of the forest, perhaps XD reimagining the wedding venue now that the rain had completely ruined the god’s chosen outdoor setting. He took momentary pleasure at the thought of the weather going against the god’s wishes. No, today was not a radiant day for a wedding. But Fundy knew that a “little” storm wouldn’t stop the god. They were too excited, too eager to get the ceremony over with.

Fundy winced, maybe his constant escape attempts had been the cause of that rush. It had only been a week since the god had taken him captive and kept him in their domain, but Fundy had spent every day trying to find a way to escape. He’d given up after the fifth escape… after… Fundy pulled his knees close to his chest. He didn’t want to think about it. But he had to. He had to keep a reminder in his mind about how much he loathed the god and what they’d done to him.

The first attempt wasn’t even an attempt, it was him screaming until XD forced him to sleep.

The second attempt had begun the moment the god had gone into stasis, or the godly equivalent of what was sleep. The god’s hands were wrapped around Fundy, keeping him close to their chest, but Fundy had managed to sneak away after hours of slowly moving. He’d gotten to the door of the bedroom, unlocking it with a bobby pin that he’d found in one of the drawers. He’d gotten down the tree by the time XD realized he was gone. They’d teleported him back to the bedroom, vines growing against the surface of the door, effectively keeping him locked inside.

The third attempt was Fundy painstakingly cutting through the clump of vines after XD had left him to prepare for their wedding. He’d gotten through half of them by the time the god had come back. They’d been disappointed in Fundy, sad that he hadn’t even gotten dressed in his wedding suit yet. Then in a blink of an eye, the vines had grown back, with even more thorns than before. Then XD had whisked him away to the wedding venue, where Fundy then pretended to faint.

The fourth attempt was Fundy getting so frustrated that he took a chair and threw it at one of the windows. The glass shattered on impact, and he’d quickly tried to squeeze through the space, not caring for the shards that pierced his skin. XD had not taken that escape attempt all too lightly.

The fifth and last attempt… he’d convinced XD to give him some sand and gunpowder.

The god had been furious, even more so than what they’d been after the fourth escape attempt. Fundy had nearly killed himself in the process and had even attacked XD out of anguished rage.

Well… XD made sure Fundy could never attack them again.

Fundy sniffed, wiping at his tears. He didn’t want to be crying at his own wedding.

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It was odd to have a wedding without a wedding officiator. Fundy kept his gaze on his hands, his fingers trembling each time XD traced his knuckles with their thumb. He could feel his throat dry up, his head heavy with nausea that he thought he was actually going to faint and fall over.

“Do I take Fundy Lore-Soot as my lawfully wedded husband?” XD paused, “I do.”

Fundy found it ridiculous. XD had taken up the mantle of wedding officiator, and if Fundy didn’t know any better, he would think that he was part of some comedic play or some big cosmic joke.

“And do you, Fundy Lore-Soot, take the god of wishes, XD, as your lawfully wedded spouse?”

Fundy gritted his teeth, he could feel the god’s magic in his throat. He could barely breathe a few seconds ago, but now it felt like he needed to speak like his life depended on it. “I do. I do. I do.”

He trembled, uncontrolled anger racing through his veins. It was torture to say ‘I do’ once, but the god forced him to say it three times, like Fundy was as desperate as them to get married. XD pulled him close, their gaze hot against his skin. He wished he would melt, that he could melt against the god’s touch and be swallowed by the grass. Anything that could set him free.

“Then by the power vested in me as the god of wishes, I now pronounce us married for eternity.”

The god leaned close, “I may now kiss the groom.” Fundy tried to move back, but the god had formed one more pair of hands. One hand held his hands, curled gently around his wrists. One hand was cupping him by the waist. One hand was on his chin, pulling his face up and towards them. The last hand was at the back of his head, pushing him forward and keeping his head in place. He closed his eyes, losing himself in his mind, refusing to accept what was happening. He focused on the life he’d lost, and his dads who would no doubt why he never came back to them.

After what felt like a lifetime, the god finally let him go.

Well, they didn’t. But they’d stopped kissing him in favor of picking him up.

XD laid him down on the altar.

Fundy blinked, holding onto one of XD’s hands out of fear. The god chuckled at the “endearing” display. “H-hey… the wedding’s over, ya? Time to head home, right? W-what are you doing?”

“The ceremony is not yet over, my star.” XD tilted their head, “You are still mortal.”

Any thread of cooperation they had established broke with that proclamation. Fundy screamed, pushing himself away from the altar just as a series of golden chains rose up from its sides. They wrapped around his arms and his legs, pulling him back down on the altar’s marble surface. He wailed, tears slipping past his eyes. He thought he’d only endure it for this lifetime, that the god would have no choice but to give him up to death at some point in the future. XD watched his struggle, summoning an intricate dagger. “Don’t worry, my sweet fox, I shall make it painless.”

“I OBJECT!”

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George pushed past the leaven doors, not caring that the action caused the whole entrance way to collapse to a flimsy pile of autumn leaves. He stood at the end of the wedding venue, drenched from the rain. His heart beated loudly in his chest, his ears ringing as he made his way down the aisle. Wilbur was still by the entrance. George had told him to wait before he actually entered.

“Papa—” Fundy’s scream was cut off with a hand, the god having swiveled around to face whoever had dared to ruin their perfect day. George kept walking down the aisle, anger racing through his bones. His son looked so frightened. He clearly didn’t want to be marrying the god.

“Let him go, XD.”

“Why ever shall I do such a thing, my dearest friend, Georgenotfound? I have no intention of ever letting my newly wedded husband leave me. My old friend, I believe you are a few seconds too late. Fundy and I are married.” He heard Fundy scream out a protest, muffled by the hand that the god had left. George could see the tears on their son’s face, and his gaze turned towards the dagger that the god was carrying. He took the chance to look behind him, catching Wilbur’s pale gaze. His husband was looking at the dagger. “Leave before I cast you out. You are tresp—”

“I’ll take his place.”

The only sound that could be heard was Fundy’s fit of screaming. Wilbur was silent. XD had merely tilted their head, the god’s cold gaze meeting George’s eyes, piercing right through the goggles that he wore. He swallowed down the sickness he felt at the thought of marrying the go. XD had been his best friend once, and George had never thought of them in any other way. But the god had taken his friendship as romantic affection. “Fundy doesn’t love you.” The god reeled back, the ‘XD’ carved symbol on their head disappearing, only to return as golden chains that surrounded their white spherical head. “You and I know he doesn’t love you, and neither did I.”

George shook his head, “But I am willing to stay with you if you let him go.”

He met his son’s eyes, holding Fundy’s gaze for as long as he could. He worried it might be the last time they’d ever see each other again… if it went wrong… George shook his head. It won’t go wrong. He turned back to the god, the chains still present. “We could pretend like nothing has changed. I could stay here with you for all of eternity. We could be friends again, you and I. It must have been lonely when I left. You were never really great with making friends with others. We could try again. Just you and me, stuck in this forest forever. Like how it used to be. I won’t run away anymore. I won’t leave you ever again. Let Fundy go, and I’ll stay with you forever.”

The god was silent. For a moment, George thought they would agree. Then the ground disappeared from underneath him and a large hand was painfully gripping him by the leg. “No.”

Sharp cold pierced through his leg. The god glared down at him, “You are nothing to me.”

XD looked over at Fundy, “He… He is everything to me now.”

George placed his arms over his head, preparing himself for the fall. He heard the loud screech, and then his leg was free. He closed his eyes, but instead of hard earth, he fell into a pair of warm arms. He opened his eyes, embarrassingly laughing once he’d realized that Wilbur had caught him. His husband placed him back down, looking at his leg with worry when George stumbled. It wasn’t broken, but XD’s sharp cold magic would keep him from properly walking for a while.

Wilbur helped him away from the angered god. George looked up, watching as the hand that was previously holding him rotted away. XD screeched, turning to them, their golden chains glowing with a blinding light. A scythe appeared within view, striking the wish god right on their face.

The Goddess of Death entered the wedding venue, a disappointed look in her eyes.

“You should have let my grandson go, God of Wishes.”

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Ambiguous ending but uh... I have preferred ending and it's def not the bad one.

Clarification for the title (which can't be seen here but is in the ao3 version): So a sunshower is a weather phenomenon where it is raining despite there still being sunshine. While the rain is not as heavy as a storm, I changed the rain here to be that like a rainstorm despite the sunlight that is still present. The reason for this is because where I'm from (or at least according to my mother) when a sunshower happens, that means a kapre and a white lady are getting married (or well, other Filipino mythological legends are getting married).

I just think with XD here being a somewhat monster of a god... well, poor Fundy having to marry him.

The sunshower is basically an indication here that a god is getting married, that's why Mumza asked Wilbur if he was getting married (also Wilbur is the god of music here, not all that powerful against a wish god).

#fundy #dreamxd #dreamwastaken dsmp #fundywastaken #fundXD #wilbur soot #georgenotfound dsmp #georgebur #goddess of death kristen #dream smp fanfiction #dsmp

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