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yoonjiwonsstuff · 4 months

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Freckled fascination

Genre: humor, fluffy, no shipping, casual

“Hyung, did you notice that your freckles look like little heart shapes? It’s so cute,” Jiwon exclaimed excitedly, pointing out Felix’s endearing feature. Felix, well-aware of the younger’s fascination with his freckles, didn’t mind at all.

With a chuckle, Felix replied, “Well, I guess they are. They’re just freckles, though.”

“No way, they’re so cool! It’s almost like you could see a whole constellation of little stars,” Jiwon expressed, his eyes shining with admiration.

Changbin, always one for playful banter, seized the opportunity to tease their maknae, not missing a beat. “Jiwon, I didn’t know you were into astronomy. Felix’s face is your whole new galaxy!”

Amidst the playful banter, Jeongin couldn’t hide his jealousy. He crossed his arms, adopting a grumpy expression. “I thought you liked my dimples more,” Jeongin mumbled, trying to mask his feelings but failing to hide his sulky tone.

Minho, always ready to stir the pot, teased Jeongin, “Jealous of Felix’s freckles, huh? Feeling left out?”

Jiwon, still in awe of Felix’s freckles, glanced at Jeongin. “Oh, Innie, your dimples are cute too! They’re like small, little smiles on your face.”

Changbin, unable to resist adding to the playful banter, teased, “Looks like our Jeonginnie got a rival for Jiwon’s attention award. Freckles vs Dimples.”

Jeongin’s cheeks flushed pink as he tried to conceal his embarrassment being caught out of guard. “Whatever.”

Felix, amused by the whole situation, added with a smile, “Seriously, Jiwon, you find a whole galaxy in freckles?”

Jiwon nodded enthusiastically, “Yep! I can count them all day, it’s like a constellation on your face.”

Seungmin, intrigued, interjected, “Wait, Jiwon, do you really count Felix’s freckles?”

Jiwon proudly exclaimed, “Of course! I’ve counted them once. Felix has exactly 62 freckles on his face!”

Felix, baffled and slightly amused, raised an eyebrow. “Wait, seriously? I never knew that! ”

Minho joined in, grinning mischievously, “Jiwon, buddy, are you planning to create a freckle map constellation for Felix?”

Jisung chuckled, “Yeah, Jiwon, what’s next? Constellations on everyone’s faces?”

Jiwon shrugged, unfazed by the teasing. “Hey, freckles are fascinating! And Felix’s freckles are like tiny little hearts.”

Felix laughed, enjoying the banter. “You’re making my freckles feel special sounding all magical like that, Jiwon.”

With a gleeful spark in his eyes, Jiwon extended his small hand, pointing at Felix’s freckles one by one, connecting them in an intricate pattern. “See this cluster? That’s Taurus, and those ones right there make up Sagittarius! Oh, and here, this spot perfectly forms the Big Dipper!”

Felix couldn’t suppress his laughter at Jiwon’s imaginative interpretation in a playfull way . “Wow, who knew my freckles were a map to a whole galaxy?”

Chan, thoroughly entertained, joined in the playful banter. “Wony, you’ve discovered a whole galaxy of Felix’s freckles! What’s next, a freckle-based horoscope?”

Jeongin, rolling his eyes at the playful exchange, muttered, “I still think my dimples are cuter, anyways.”

As Jiwon proceeded to detail each freckle’s celestial representation, the other members chuckled at the unexpected twist, finding Jiwon’s exploration of Felix’s freckles both endearing and amusing.

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Later:

Jeongin, feeling more and more left out, couldn't resist a dramatic reaction when Jiwon moved closer to cuddle with him. "Well, now you want my attention, Am I just a second choice to you? If you like Felix hyung's freckles so much, why don't you just go and stay with him instead of me then?" He said it in a comically grumpy, sulky tone, almost pouting.

Jiwon, still oblivious to Jeongin's mounting jealousy, paused, blinking in surprise. "Oh, Innie, that's not what I meant! I love your dimples too," he exclaimed, trying to reassure his sulky roommate.

Their hyungs couldn't help but chuckle at the entire exchange. Hyunjin, in his typical teasing manner, chimed in, "Oh, looks like we've got a freckle drama in the house now!"

Jisung in his playfully way didn’t let go the chance to tease, saying to the others “I’ve never expected it the day where Jeongin’s gets all jealous over freckles”

Jiwon, in his usual exuberant manner, couldn’t resist teasing Jeongin playfully leaning on the other. As he gazed at Jeongin’s dimple, he reached out, gently poking it with his small finger. “Hey, Innie-hyung, don’t be grumpy. Your dimples are adorable and unique too!.”

Jeongin’s cheeks flushed instantly at the unexpected touch and praise, caught off guard by Jiwon’s antics. “H-hey! Cut it out!” he protested, feeling a mixture of embarrassment and amusement. Despite his efforts to appear unaffected, the sight of Jiwon poking his dimple made him feel unexpectedly flustered.

Jeongin, though still grumpy, couldn't help but crack a small smile at the teasing. "I don't care about freckles! Who needs them anyway? I have dimples" he muttered, trying to keep up his façade.

Meanwhile, Jiwon, seeing Jeongin's feigned annoyance, leaned in, playfully ruffling his hair. "Come on, Innie, you know I love bothering you the most."

Their playful bickering and teasing continued, the atmosphere light and fun as always, while Jiwon remained clueless about the real reason behind Jeongin's sulkiness. Eventually, their camaraderie triumphed over any fleeting moments of jealousy, leaving them all in good spirits by the end of it.

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jademickian · 3 months

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I think it’s pretty neat that stargazing was a Gallavich thing.

In season 2, Mickey says “you want us to put a blanket out and look for shooting stars next?” There is that—once again—an inner desire hidden behind the veil of a witty rhetoric. The dawn is popularly the symbol of new hope, the sun coming up shining its light, enveloping the ground with a potential of joy and rebirth. But with stargazing, the darkness in which it transpires precedes the coming of dawn. It is the hoping itself, the wishing, the tilting of head towards the sky, like the heart whispering a prayer to the universe. The sun is a very bright star that illuminates all. It’s overwhelming with its promise of renewal and warmth of love. That's why it’s much easier to look at tinier, less brighter stars at night. The multitude of them enough to give light—not too much—but just enough to stare at, so it doesn’t hit you all at once. The dawn would tell him he deserves to love and be loved, and that contrary to his belief, he’s not fucked for life. It’s a crazy jump, and the blaze of it might even burn. Meanwhile, the twinkle of the stars would tell him that a boy likes him enough to hang out with him, and that it is okay to long for something so far out of reach, for now.

In season 5, Ian is having some grass time (he’s lying on the grass), stargazing. Earlier than this, he mentions you can never see this many stars from Chicago because of light pollution. Mickey calls, and he holds it up to stare at his ringing phone. Contemplating whether he should or should not. He stares at the stars—weaver of fates, guider of travels. Desire, once again, for answers. A confirmation. Some direction. There must be something because here, they’re clearer, unlike back home where it’s hindered by stray city lights. Maybe this could help clear his clouded mind. Maybe he could draw constellations by connecting the dots and it’ll show him what to keep, what to lose. A glint. A flicker. “That’s the most important thing, to find somebody to love, right? Who loves you back for who you are.” But the thing about the stars’ divine message is that it could often be misunderstood. Misinterpreted. Maybe the stars will sigh, oh well. Guess you could take detours. Because another thing about stars is that, although enigmatic to a fault, they know where everything must go. They are close to the language of the gods. Perhaps for now, the answer is to be apart because in the grand scheme of things, it will all play out as planned.

In season 7, together, under the very same stars. It is hope and desire realized. Who would’ve thought? It was inexplicable, almost alien, that this is how their story is going now. But to the stars, it’s an old song. This is exactly where they should be. It’s the same narrative back then under the bleachers, when they didn’t know better. When voicing your feelings seems a futile and gargantuan feat. It’s the same story now, when they reconvene after, celestial forces refusing to cut these ties. When feelings are all you could voice out, as you’ve learned that if they swim inside you long enough, you’ll drown. “God I missed you.” The stars have known since the beginning. Its plans, slowly unfolding themselves. The wisdom they hold seem nearer now that if reached by the fingertips could be cold to the touch—not yet, not yet.

But even stars could grow impatient.

Even stargazer lilies—observer of heavenly bodies, predictor of futures—bloom facing the sky. Upwards, toward the stars, the flower looks upon. Maybe they’re ready for the dawn. The sun, the bigger and brighter star. The ball of fire catapulting itself, yet it doesn’t burn. It caresses, warm to the touch, and over the land gives life. It is here before them, and it will be here after.

“Now?” Now.

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faybellesbeauty · 22 days

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Bribelle oneshot please?

gotcha!!! "Parallel earth" Briar x Faybelle Word count: 878 Summary: They just.. basically talk. First I love you's. this is as fluffy as it gets with my writings lol

”Do you ever think of a parallel earth?” Briar asked suddenly, flipping to her side on the picnic blanket.

Faybelle watched curiously as the Beauty’s brunette and pink hair fell to cover her expression. The dark fairy reached out to push one of the strands aside. ”Sometimes I can’t keep up with your train of thought.”

Briar took it as a sign to explain further and smiled sadly. ”I mean, a parallel earth where we wouldn’t need to hide. We could just be ourselves without worrying about our destiny and the pressure everyone keeps putting on us.”

Faybelle hummed thoughtfully and let a comfortable silence fall over them. She looked up to the starlit sky, connecting the bright spots of light in her mind. It had become a tradition of theirs, to visit a hill near the Enchanted forest every night the stars were promised to be out.

They would lay down and point out their own constellations, ones that would seal their fate together, ones that would clarify their destiny in the sick way it had twisted.

Nobody knew about them, their relationship, and what happened behind closed doors after everyone thought they were sound asleep in their respective dorms. Nobody knew how they held hands behind one another’s backs or the deep talks in the middle of the night when they were held awake by running thoughts.

Faybelle finally returned her gaze to the princess next to her and smiled, but it didn’t quite reach her eyes. If anyone else had been there, they would’ve checked the fairy for a curse or spell. She never smiled and definitely not softly. Sure, she was known for her infamous smirks and evil grins, but not real smiles.

”I have thought about a parallel world, yeah. Quite a lot actually. Why’d you bring it up?”

Briar shrugged, or rather lifted her shoulders slightly from the position she was in. ”I’m tired of hiding. I want everyone to know about us, I want to be able to hold hands and kiss and flirt without anyone losing their minds over it. I just want to be able to love you in peace.”

”Love?”

”Huh?”

”You said ’love you in peace’.”

The princess’ eyes widened in shock. ”I didn’t- oh hex, we can pretend I didn’t say that. I know we agreed not to rush us and you probably don’t even feel-,” she was interrupted by a slim finger gently pressing to her lips.

”As adorable as I find your rambling, I do need to stop you before you overthink it. I love you too,” Faybelle clarified, nodding slowly after each of the four forbidden words to punctuate her point. “Oh.” Sensing the subtle change in the mood, Faybelle swiftly changed the topic without missing a beat. “So, what do you think “parallel us” are doing right now? What’s the opposite of us like?” Briar flashed a small, grateful smile for her girlfriend’s ability to read her so well. “I think… I think they live somewhere far, far away from Ever After. They’re raising a bunch of animals, or whatever exists in that world, in a small cabin. Neither of them need to worry about destinies or how someone would think of them, they can just exist,” the future sleeping beauty spoke softly, tears threatening her perfect eyes. Faybelle nodded and silently grasped for Briar’s hand, which the princess let her take without hesitation. She didn’t say anything, giving Briar space to continue if she wished. And so she did. “I want to believe that fairytales don’t exist in that world. Or they do, but just as stories, legends, fiction,” Briar stopped with a small pause, subconsciously expecting a shocked gasp in the way she knew Apple, or any other royal, would react. “Would we also have our own constellations? Ones that don’t specify our fate or y’know, us,” Faybelle simply asked instead. “Yeah, yeah we would,” Briar let out an exhale of relief, and a wide smile spread on her face. The dark fairy rolled on her back, not letting go of Briar’s hand. She sighed, but a smile played on her features as well. The scenery in front of them had begun gaining back its light, and shadows ran further from their objects. Faybelle raised her free hand to trace the still present stars. “We should head back soon,” Briar mumbled, getting drowsy. Despite not being tied to her destiny that strongly any longer, she still did doze off quicker than anyone other than her family she’d ever met. Faybelle glanced at the love of her life and ever after, but didn’t do anything in order to move from their spot. Their spot, the thought alone almost made Faybelle grin like an idiot, not that she’d ever admit it. It was already a huge thing she was being vulnerable with her princess and her supposed enemy. “I love you, forever after,” the future sleeping beauty breathed out, followed by a yawn. “I love you too, forever after,” Faybelle replied without hesitation and squeezed Briar’s hand gently. The world was complicated, Ever After was complicated, their destiny was complicated. Yet in that moment, it felt more simple than it ever would be.

Just the two of them and their love for each other.

#ever after high #eah #briar beauty #faybelle thorn #bribelle #briar x faybelle #one shot #anon ask #fanfiction #i'll post this on ao3 soon methinks

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ampresandian · 2 months

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My (unofficial) PJO season 2 episode 5 script part 1/4 (connected to this post)

Please ignore any and all spelling/grammar errors, I thought about rereading/editing and decided not to so you're looking at basically a first draft. I would love to hear if you think anything is out of character or doesn't really make sense, but a lot of it is basically straight from the book.

Images of script and copied text (bc I'm lazy and don't want to write out alt text) under the cut, just in case I didn't get enough spoiler warning or people aren't interested <3

Annabeth Tries to Swim Home

FADE IN: INT. DARK VICTORIAN HOUSE - NIGHT.

A YOUNG ANNABETH runs down the hallway. A storm can be heard outside. She stops, looking behind her, then frantically all around.

YOUNG ANNABETH: Luke? Thalia?

Someone in the house screams.

Annabeth begins running again. She turns a corner, finding herself in a study. The walls are lined with half-empty bookshelves, books and loose pages all over the floor. The antique desk in the middle of the room is broken, the chair overturned. Heavy velvet curtains block the light out, but one sways, as if the window behind it is broken.

Annabeth backs out of the room slowly, then runs back the other way.

She gasps for breath, but makes very little noise.

Annabeth runs up a flight of stairs, into a new hallway that looks just like the one she just came from. As she enters different rooms, she hears her friends over the storm.

GROVER (O.S.): Luke!

LUKE (O.S.): Thalia!

THALIA (O.S.): Annabeth!

Annabeth is still running, turning corners over and over. She enters a nursery with a broken crib and wooden toys strewn all over the floor. She runs through a dressing room with a mirror shattered on the carpet. She backtracks out of a bathroom with a cracked claw-foot tub and blood dried on the floor.

THUNDER crashes outside.

CYCLOPS laughs ominously off screen. Annabeth runs faster.

She turns a corner and has to catch herself with her hands to stop from running into a wall. She pauses, breathing heavily as she looks down another dark hallway.

THALIA AND LUKE (O.S.): Annabeth!

THALIA (CONT, O.S.): Run--

Annabeth starts running again.

DISSOLVE TO: EXT. QUEEN ANNE’S REVENGE – NIGHT.

Camera pans down from black sky, pausing on Hercules constellation. ANNABETH and PERCY are standing on the deck, near the steering wheel.

ANNABETH: (Turning from the stars to look at Percy) Percy.

Percy, who has been looking out at the sea, watching for monsters, looks at Annabeth.

ANNABETH (CONT): Can I ask for a favor?

PERCY: You just saved my life.

ANNABETH: Soon... We should be coming near the Sirens’ Island. When we’re in range of their song… (Staring at the tub of candle wax across the deck) I want to hear them.

PERCY: Why? Don’t their voices kill people?

ANNABETH: They lure people in, Seaweed Brain. The song doesn’t kill you, you die when you jump overboard. The myths say they’re so enchanting because they sing the truth about what you desire. Things you don’t even know about yourself. If you survive...

Annabeth looks out at the sea. Percy looks at Annabeth.

ANNABETH (CONT): You become wiser. I want to hear them. (Makes eye contact with Percy) How often will I get that kind of chance?

PERCY: (After a thoughtful pause) Okay.

ANNABETH: Okay?

PERCY: Okay. It makes sense. If anyone would want to hear it, it would be you. What’s your plan?

ANNABETH: You’ll have to tie me to the mast. And, Percy, I’m going to want to get free. I’m going to beg, but you can’t untie me. I’ll just go straight over the edge to drown myself.

PERCY: (trying for levity) Are you trying to tempt me?

ANNABETH: Promise me, Percy.

PERCY: You don’t have to worry about it, Wise Girl. You won’t get away from me that easily.

They look at each other.

PERCY (CONT): How long until we get there?

ANNABETH: A few hours, I think. You should go below. Get some rest. (before Percy can argue) Go, Percy.

Percy heads below deck, settling into a hammock in the Captain’s Quarters. He closes his eyes and falls asleep.

CUT TO: INT. PRINCESS ANDROMEDA STATEROOM – NIGHT

PERCY stands alone in the dark room. Near the windows is the golden sarcophagus, glowing faintly.

VOICES (INDETERMINATE): Beware.

VOICES overlap and echo.

KRONOS: (laughing) You don’t have the courage, young hero.

Percy uncaps his sword, but remains frozen in place.

KRONOS (CONT): You can’t stop me.

Percy struggles against his frozen legs, clearly frustrated.

THALIA: (appearing suddenly) Well? Are we going to stop him or not

Voices continue their echo in the background. Percy stares at the unknown girl, clearly trying to solve the puzzle of who she is.

THALIA (CONT): Well? Come on, dude.

Percy remains frozen. THALIA approaches the sarcophagus, sword and shield at the ready. Percy tries to call out for her to stop, but no sound comes out of his mouth. The voices crescendo.

Thalia opens the sarcophagus, staring down at the golden glow in horror.

THALIA (CONT): No. No, it can’t be.

Kronos’ laugh echoes as Thalia screams. The light grows brighter.

(PART 2 | PART 3 | PART 4)

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self-spaghettification · 1 month

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What are These Symbols in TDP?

seen in context of Aaravos, on startouch elf/celestial elf clothing, etc.

And, what do they imply for deep magic, star magic, and S6?

Let's call them First Elf Glyphs...

Short story: 1. They’re on Aaravos, TMO, startouch concept art, and celestial elves garments. 2. They’re tied to the deep magic symbol. Them being on startouch and celestial elves garments signifies the celestial elves were taught deep magic, or know the ties between star and deep magic in some way, Aaravos may have taught deep magic to the celestial elves or the humans due to the symbols place on the page. 3. they might be emblazoned spells because moonshadow swirlies were also used as spells (Runaan’s dance to activate his engravings, the ancient dance at the old moon nexus to open the gate between life and death) & 4. Startouch elves=First Elves + They remind me of the First One’s runes from She ra (which form words hence, glyphs.) If nothing else, this is a compilation of where they’re found.

Long story: First, why they’re relevant:

They're in Callum's sketchbook, a page we also briefly see on screen in a book regarding Aaravos.

This page in particular seems significant because it also connects to the eclipse imagery, and the half eaten/crescent moon which I believe both dictate important events but that's a theory for another day.

But by proxy, these symbols pique my interest. I feel like they're significant somehow,

a. we know swirlies carved into materials ie Runaan’s horn cuffs and dances on the ground can have significance as spells

b. we see them on Startouch garments:

-> Aaravos's cloak.

(which, as @kradogsrats pointed out, these shapes but the cloak especially imo looks like falling stars)

->Aaravos's tabard/skirt, front and back.

->Merciful One likely has similar aspects on their clothing, based on the similarities in their design to Aaravos.

->Aaravos's and Merciful one's tunics (example of above)

->the line arcing above the circle in the tunic is reminiscent of the signature celestial elf blindfold.

->And if we take a closer look, we see that Astrid is wearing similar garb to the startouch elves. So these lines can likely be considered first elf glyphs too.

We also see it on the concept art for Aaravos.

Every single version, save for the one on the far right, has some variation of these lines and circles (or at the very least, lines and diamonds for the earlier ones on the left).

This one doesn’t but it does have these constellations, which the symbols also seem to connect to.

->Lastly, Aaravos's hood...

It's tied, of course, to the deep magic symbol--that strange uneven sun shape we've seen several places so far.

Speculation Time

So, these glyphs seem to be tied to deep magic and the startouch elves in general. I'll get back to that in a second.

But first, (and I understand this is a more superficial connection) it's interesting because they reminded me of She Ra’s “First Ones” language and imagery too:

I find this especially relevant since Startouch elves also seem to be called the First Elves and this is confirmed by what Rayla says in S5: “In ancient legends, Startouch elves are sometimes called the First Elves.”

+ The First Elves had to have differentiated into the rest of the elves, and as it’s suggested and @random-fandom-ramble pointed out, “old magic” / deep magic is the root for primal magic. + as Aaravos may have mastered deep magic to master all 6 sources, Startouch elves are more likely to have mastery of deep magic / it seems like if you understand star magic, it’s easier to understand deep magic. So deep magic and star magic are inextricably connected, as are these related glyphs.

Hence, First Elf glyphs.

But why are they on the celestial elves' garb, what does that tell us?

While the celestial elves are said to be an "ancient" group of Skywing elves, it's unlikely they're as old as the First Elves themselves, so it's possible that Aaravos or another Startouch elf had a connection to them, passing down his knowledge. Plus, we're supposed to get a speech in S6 about Deep magic too. Could it be a flashback to him teaching these elves about deep magic?

Or, maybe some other Startouch elf founded it to begin with, to protect their knowledge when they left Xadia, leaving only "the last of the Great Ones," aka Aaravos. Maybe Aaravos and the Merciful One worked on it together.

But also, they specifically surround the image of the darkened star. Not a normal star. A fallen star--Aaravos. And it's next to the poem about Elarion. Could it be suggesting that Aaravos was the one to teach humanity these things about dark magic? Again- speech.

Perhaps. But there are other things to speculate on too, like

Do these glyphs serve a purpose? Why are they on these clothes?

A. emblazoned spells-> Maybe it's like the swirlies Ethari engraves into metal, such as Runaan's armor, as @beautifulterriblequeen said in their theory. Passive spell of protection, magic boost or some activatable spell in general? A spell of protection or durability seems more plausible as the part of the tunic underneath isn't frayed whereas the translucent part on top is (unless that's just for silly character design reasons) ....no! No silly character design reasons.... They write the show for us detail oriented people

-> strengthens their connection with deep magic/star magic

Alternatively, it:

B. signifies status in some way

->some lines and shapes may indicate higher/lower status

C. allows Startouch elves to connect with each other in some way

->like the headcanon I’ve heard of stars on skin glittering in a sort of morse code for startouch elves to communicate since space is a vacuum!

Anyways. Even if the Dragon Prince doesn't yet seem to have coherent constructed languages... I’m still hoping there’s going to be explanations later in-show or some way of deciphering these or finding a pattern in them.

The similarity to First Ones writing especially makes me think this will possibly have more significance than other glyphs. Perhaps we'll even find out their true meaning or even exact translation.

But... if nothing else, they're still used to draw these connections, between startouch and celestial, between star and deep, etc, that may be elaborated on more explicitly in the show. Hopefully we find out soon!

#updated to add some things from reading other stuff/rewatching s5 #i would love to hear other people's thoughts on this/speculation/other connections as well!#hopefully this is coherent #tdp meta #self spaghettification #the dragon prince #tdp s6 #tdp s6 speculation #tdp speculation #mine

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katethewriter · 2 years

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A Perfect Night for Stargazing

prequel to Wish We Could Be Like That

Pairing: WandaNat x Reader

Words: 2.4k~

Summary: After two weeks alone in the compound, Natasha and Wanda have something important to ask you.

Warnings: none? its pretty much just pure fluff, very brief mentioning of sex, Reader is insecure, bad writing

A/N: I know that you were all looking forward to a sequel, but I received this ask, and my hand slipped. lol Actually, this was half written in my drafts (it got cut from Part One), so I decided to finish it. So here you have it! The prequel no one asked for! I also figured we could use a shot of fluff, before we get back to the angst. I hope you enjoy!

“See those three that make a triangle?” you ask pointing up at the night sky, “and those six that kinda look like a backwards question mark?”

Wanda looks for a second before nodding.

“That’s the constellation Leo,” you lower your hand back to your stomach.

The two of you lie on the roof of the compound. You, Wanda and Natasha just finished eating dinner up here, but weren’t quite ready to call it a night. The widow had run inside to grab jackets for the three of you to ward to the cool night air.

“The semicircle is his head and mane. The triangle is the back paws and tail, and the part in between is the body.”

The elevator door opens, and you crane your neck to see Natasha approaching you with only one blanket in her hands. Your brow furrows, but you don’t dwell on it.

“What’s going on here?” she asks as she approaches. The two of you had been sitting at the table when she left. Now she is returning to the two of you lying very close to each other on the ground.

“Y/n is showing me constellations,” Wanda says cheerily, “its the perfect night for it. Come join us!”

You look back up to find another constellation to name. Although, your attention is wrenched from the stars when Natasha decides to lie on the ground beside you, despite plenty of room being left on the other side of Wanda, her fiance.

Quickly, you look over to Wanda, expecting to find her upset or confused or something. Instead, she just looks up at the night sky, as if nothing is happening. Natasha throws the blanket across the three of you and Wanda only smiles.

Once you’re all settled, Natasha looks over to you, “so you know a bit about astrology?”

“A bit, when I was little, my dad and I would lay in the front yard for hours. He would point out the significant stars and other planets. He taught me all the constellations.” Suddenly, a smile spreads across your face as the fond memories resurface in your mind. Before you even think about it, you share it with them, “he said the stars were his favorite part of nature. There are so many different habitats, climates, ecosystems spread all across the world, and they’re all completely different. But the stars, you can be anywhere on Earth, but when you look up its the same stars.”

You’re suddenly aware that you are word vomiting, “Sorry, I’m rambling-”

“No, don’t apologize, that was beautiful,” Wanda stares at you completely awestruck.

“Show me one?” Natasha asks with a similar adoration in her eyes.

Nodding with a smile, you look back to the stars. You look for a moment before you point, “ok, so you see those four that make a square ...well technically a rectangle I guess ...and the three stars in a curve beside it?” You pause for them to locate the stars.

“Yes,” Natasha nods.

“Nope.”

You chuckle slightly, “here.” You reach for Wanda’s hand and point it to the cluster of stars you are referring to.

“That rectangle,” you trace from star to star, connecting the dots, “and then those three there.” You look over and can see the moment she visualizes the shapes. She nods with a smile, and you look back to the sky, “that’s Ursa Major, aka-”

“The big dipper,” Natasha finishes before you can.

You look at her with a soft smile, “yeah.” When she looks back at you returning your smile, you get lost in her eyes. Her gaze drops to your lips, and you feel a sudden heat rush to your cheeks.

Flustered, you turn back to the sky. “...and Ursa Minor,” you redirect Wanda’s hand to point slightly behind you, “is back there.” Like before, you trace the constellation so she can visualize it better. “What do you think?”

The sokovian smiles, “its beautiful.”

“Sure is,” the Russian to your right agrees, although she isn’t looking at the sky. She hasn’t taken her eyes off of you and Wanda.

You let go of Wanda’s out stretched hand to rest yours back on your stomach, but her hand follows yours. Your elbows rest on the ground between you, but she holds your hand up. A breath catches in your throat as her fingers play with yours for moment before they slot together and she grips your hand tightly. You close your eyes and all you hear is the pounding of your heart in your ears.

The three of you have had the compound to yourself for two and a half weeks, and moments like this keep occurring with increasing regularity. Moments when the line between their relationship and you blur beyond recognition. Not that you were complaining, but it is making it very difficult to keep your feelings for the two in check.

Long ago, you buried your feelings and convinced yourself that your friendship with the women beside you would be enough. It had to be. They are happily engaged to each other, and that doesn’t leave much room for you. Times like this, however, have your heart bursting with dubious hope.

“What are you thinking, sweet girl?” Wanda whispers from beside you.

Releasing a breathy chuckle, you sigh, “can’t you just read my mind?”

The witch runs her thumb across the back of your hand, “no, I can’t.”

At that response, you look at her incredulously.

She rolls onto her side to face you. Squeezing your hand lightly, Wanda relents, “ok, I could, but I won’t, ever. Not without your permission...” you open your mouth to grant her permission, but she cuts you off quickly, “and not this time. I need you to voice it yourself.”

She peers deeply into your eyes, and you feel like she can see your soul. Though it doesn’t feel intrusive. Her gaze is gentle, and you want nothing more than to fall into it forever.

“Tell us what’s going on in that beautiful brain of yours,” Natasha asks. You look to her and find she has propped herself up to look down at you. Her smile reflects Wanda’s.

Releasing a breath you didn’t know you were holding, you look back up to the sky. You know you have to tell them the truth. They know you too well to try and lie, so you relinquish to voicing your thoughts out loud, despite the chance that this will ruin your friendship.

“I’m thinking that...” you let out a long slow breath to calm your nerves, “... this has been an intentionally romantic and intimate evening, and...I feel like... I’m crashing a date.”

Your eyes drift to Natasha as she nods thoughtfully. Her usually calm demeanor seems to crack. If you had to guess, you would say she looks nervous. She locks eyes with Wanda, and the witch nods in encouragement.

The Russian smiles and looks back down to you, “well, it was intentionally romantic, but...” she reaches and tucks a lock of hair behind your ear, “it was intended for you.” Her fingers trail down your jaw, and your skin tingles at under her touch. “You’re not crashing anything.”

Your heart rate spikes. Certainly, they can hear how fast its pounding. You pull your lip between your teeth to hide how it quivers. You look between the pair, and all you see is hope on their faces. Everything in you says to just lean into them, but hesitation grips you. You want to save yourself the heartbreak.

So, you rip off the bandaid, “I know what you’re wanting, and I can’t give it to you.”

Their faces drop, and so does your heart. A friends-with-benefits threesome. That’s all they wanted you for. Now that they know they won’t get it, they’ll lose interest in you. You’re sure of it.

“I’m sorry,” you sit up quickly, burying your face into your hands, “I care about you, both of you, too much for just a casual threesome.”

“Y/n, that’s not what we want,” Wanda says gently, sitting up beside you.

There’s a long pause, as you fully process what the witch just said. Slowly lifting your head to look into her eyes again, your voice is barely a whisper, “what?” You turn to see Natasha has sat up as well. “What do you want then?”

The pair smile softly before moving to sit in front of you. Now, you can easily look at them both. Each of them seizes one of your hands.

“Y/n,” Natasha squeezes your hand, “we want a relationship with you, not just sex...” she tilts her head playfully, “though that could be an added plus-”

She is cut off by Wanda elbowing her in the ribs.

“Just a joke,” the assassin’s curl into that mischievous smirk that sends butterflies through your stomach. Wanda rolls her eyes and focuses her attention back to you.

The playful moment melts into sincerity again.

“We want to date you, Y/n,” Wanda squeezes your hand, “we want you join our relationship. We want to be with you.”

There’s nervous hope in their eyes as they await your response. You look between them, “you want to be with me?”

They both nod silently.

“Both of you?”

They smile and nod again.

“But you’re together...”

“We still will be,” Natasha turns to Wanda with a smile, “we want to be together with you too.”

“But why?” Their eyebrows furrow together. So, you elaborate, “Why do you want me? I mean... both of you are stunningly beautiful, genius, bad ass Avengers.” Your gaze drops to your lap insecurely, “you are amazing, and I’m just me.”

A sharp pain spreads across the back of your hand. It doesn’t really at all, but it does lightly sting for a few seconds. You look up to the Sokovian who scolds you with her expression.

“Did you just slap my hand?”

Wanda nods curtly, “don’t talk about my detka that way.” Her gaze softens as she rubs the back of your hand to soothe the spot she just slapped. “You are gorgeous, strong, smart, kind-”

“Hot,” Nat adds.

“Very hot,” Wanda adds, “you are the amazing one, detka.”

“We would be incredibly lucky to have you as our girlfriend,” Natasha takes a breath. “Will you be our girlfriend?”

With the lump in your throat, you don’t trust your voice. Not that you could form words anyway. This is something you had dreamed of since you met them. You’d never really entertained this as a possibility. That even one of them, let alone both, feel the same as you do. That they wanted to act on those feelings.

Even so, here you are, with the two of them sitting in front of you, anxiously awaiting your answer. You smile with happy tears filling your eyes. You nod your head quickly, “yes.”

Instantly, their smiles rival your own. Wanda and Nat look at you like you hung the stars. As far as their concerned, you did, and now, you are theirs. They pull you into a bone crushing hug, and you don’t mind at all. Eventually, you pull from the hug and look at each other once again.

There’s a moment of silence where the three of you just hold your beath. Your eyes flick between the two of them. Your gaze bounces from their eyes to their lips and back to their eyes.

Natasha makes the first move. Her attention is focused on your lips. Her green eyes catch your own as she leans forward slowly. She’s asking for permission, giving you plenty of time to pull away if you want, but you don’t. You lean forward yourself to meet her halfway, keeping your eyes locked until the last chance.

The moment her lips touch yours, eyes flutter closed. Her hand reaches up and cups the back of your neck. Her kiss is gentle and controlled. You follow her lead, but she lets you set the pace. A perfect push and pull.

When you break the kiss, you rest your forehead on hers for just a moment.

A tender touch lifts your chin to redirect your attention. As your head turns, Natasha presses a feather soft kiss on your temple.

When you open your eyes, Wanda’s wide smile greets you. You can’t help but to stare at her plump lips. She pulls you into her by your chin. This kiss is softer than Natasha’s, but just as perfect. This is only your first kiss with them, but you already know you’ll be addicted to their lips.

Wanda’s hand travels from your chin to your shoulder. She lightly guides you to lay back on the ground again. Natasha lays down next you again and throws her arm across you two.

You kiss Wanda until the need to breathe can no longer be avoided. Their kisses leave you dizzy and entirely convinced that this is all a dream. But then you feel Natasha’s arm pull you closer, and Wanda nuzzling into your neck.

“I’ve wanted to do that for a long time,” you admit. You’re not sure where this sudden brazenness came from.

Natasha presses a kiss to the side of your head, “us too.”

“How long?”

Wanda looks up from her spot in your neck, answering your question with one of her own, “how long have you been on the team?”

“A little over a year,” you grin curiously.

Natasha repeats you, “then a little over a year.”

You can’t remember the last time you had felt so at peace. Stargazing with your friends girlfriends laying on either side of you.

“Show us another, please?” Wanda asks.

It takes only a second to locate the one you’re looking for.

“There’s Orion,” you raise your hand to point again. Slowly tracing the constellation with your finger, “those three are his belt. These two are his legs. His head is up here, this line is the sword. The curve on the right is supposed to be his shield, but I think it looks more like a bow.”

Wanda tilts her head a bit, “It kinda looks like your symbol, Natasha.”

You and Natasha erupt into laughter.

“What?” the witch looks at the both of you in confusion.

“No lyubov, it doesn’t,” Natasha laughs from beside you. At the sight of Wanda’s pout, you apologetically kiss her forehead. That seems to have done the trick. She smiles at you before playfully sticking her tongue out at Natasha who just shakes her head with a smile.

“So, how many of these do you know?” the widow asks.

You spend hours laying in the same spot, pointing out all the constellations you know and eventually creating constellations yourself. It was like a little competition. Who can come up with one the fastest? Who’s is the funniest? Who’s looks absolutely nothing like they said it did?

There’s no way to know exactly what time you all fell asleep, but the next morning, you wake tucked between your girlfriends on the rooftop. It was by far the best night of sleep you’ve had in a long time.

Wish We Could Be Like That Part One

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affectionatelyrs · 4 months

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Year In Review - Favorite Lines

Thank you to @kiwiana-writes @happiness-of-the-pursuit @anincompletelist @littlemisskittentoes @rockyroadkylers @firenati0n and @gayrootvegetable for the tags! :) I'm very excited for this game

RULES: Feel free to share your top three/top five/however many favorite snippet(s)/line/quotes/paragraphs from your published fics (or wips, I don't care!) and don't forget to share the link of course!

I only have 8 fics, so I'll just go through most of them in reverse chronological order because why not (except for my first fic, she isn't real to me) - it's mostly either a fuck ton of feelings or me trying to be funny

Gonna Give You Something (So You Know What’s on My Mind)

Alex traces his finger from start to finish, over all the points where his fingers pressed into, and it’s not until then that Henry realizes what Alex has been doing—paving his own path to follow through the points where they’ve touched, connected into a complex constellation; Henry, a celestial body, and Alex, his renowned cartographer; the North Star that Henry found in Alex’s eyes likely reflected in his own, allowing them to find their way to each other with something as simple as a passing glance.

and

It’s soft and slow, but it’s everything—the all-encompassing sensation that surrounds him like a swirling galaxy, Alex pulling him into the center of it. He can feel it, the way that Alex’s divinity transforms him, rays of warmth spreading through his entire being. It’s something wholly bigger than himself, and yet, as Henry lets his lips drift down to Alex’s neck, helpless to avoid the gravity that draws him in there, it’s also something that he thinks he could pinpoint; make tangible. If Henry has always found value in the night sky, then maybe he could find some in the place where he sucks a mark into the crook of Alex’s neck, too—swirling shades of mauve and cobalt, bursting capillaries forming the silhouette of stars.

alright one more for the comedy

Nora shrugs. “Eh, it’s fine. I just really hate the male gaze sometimes.” At that, Alex gasps rather dramatically. “What do you have against the male gays?” “What? No, that’s not—” “Look! There’s one right there!” Alex cries, pointing directly at Henry. He finds Henry’s eyes, tilting his head with calculated consideration before— Christ, before crawling over to Henry on all fours.

Help Me Hold On to You

Alex is fine. Alex remains in his spot on the couch. The couch is good and soft and comfortable and fine. There’s air in his lungs and the bees in his brain are only slightly buzzing. They haven’t moved from their hive. But then, a faint click sounds from upstairs. One door closes, and another one opens; the fault shifts, and Alex gets swept under by the flood. The bees hate water, and they hate Alex even more for getting their feet soaked, so they try to escape. They swarm about in every direction, from the crown of Alex’s head to the pit of his stomach to the tips of his toes, but it’s a futile effort. They’re trapped, and they despise Alex for it, so the buzzing grows and grows and grows until Alex is buzzing too. Alex doesn’t realize this until he tries to move. He stands up, but his legs are shaking so much that it’s a fruitless endeavor; his knees buckle and he sinks to the floor. The bees are in his lungs too, now. They must be, because Alex can’t seem to be able to take a breath. The bees hate the water, so they try to push it out of Alex. They must be, because his throat is dry but his eyes are wet.

King of My Heart

Henry halts his ministrations and glances skeptically at Alex before picking up the jacket and reaching a hand into the inside pocket. A condom falls out, but when he pulls out a travel-sized bottle of lube, he lets out a bewildered laugh. “Have you been carrying this around all night?” “Locker lube,” Alex says in lieu of a response. Henry freezes. What? “Pardon, come again?” “But I haven’t even come once yet,” Alex pouts.

Baby, You're Gonna Lose Your Own Game

The jaw that scrapes against Alex’s neck is so sharp it could cut glass; the moan that escapes him is one of its collateral shards.

and

Considering he always assumed the perfect prince was made of porcelain, he’s surprised when he sees a thin line of perspiration building up at the crux of his forehead. Alex didn’t think that the fine glassware of Kensington Palace was capable of sweating.

All of This Silence and Patience (Pining and Anticipation)

So, Henry lets Pez drag him to parties. Maybe this time I’ll go up and talk to someone, he thinks. Maybe this time I’ll find someone who will stick. But the only thing that sticks are his Oxfords to the beer-covered floor, and the only thing he finds is himself wishing he hadn’t come at all.

and

“I didn’t know that you were—” he cuts himself off, sliding a hand over his face. “I, um. Shit, sorry. I just meant, uh… Christ—” Alex saves Henry some breath by cutting him off. “Bi? Sure am.” “Since when?” Is Henry’s only response. Apparently, being in dangerously close proximity to pretty boys makes him a bit dim. Whatever. He’ll have time to reflect on this and feel utterly mortified later.

You Came Out of Nowhere (And You Cut through All the Noise)

Like, here’s the thing. Alex knows a lot of words. He knows he does, given the fact that if babbling aimlessly was a college course, he’d not only get an A plus in it but a shiny fucking gold star too. He’d stick it on his forehead — he’s a show-off and a sucker for praise, sue him. So then, if a2+b2=c2 and 2+2=4 (Nora is the numbers person in their friendship, shocking), then why has his vocabulary suddenly been reduced down to the likes of shit, motherfucker, and mouth.

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hp-soulmates · 7 months

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💞 HP Soulmates: Fated 2 Be - Week 1 Roundup 💞

Can you believe it? It felt like this first week just flew by! And in case you missed any of these fantastic fics (and art!):

💞 [FIC] Phantom 💞 (T, Remus/Severus, 1.8k)

Soulmates communicate by writing on each other’s skin, Severus leaves Remus on read way too often, and the two confront a little unfinished business because (you guessed it) they’re ghosts!

💞 [FIC] Ink Stained Skin 💞 (M, Harry/Pansy, 19.8k)

Pansy Parkinson went all the way to California to hide from her past and was pleased to find her escape a rousing success. At least it had been until a freak accident involving a spilled bottle of ink erased all her progress and sent her past (or possibly her future) careening back into her path.

💞 [ART] Pour My Heart (In Places Where It Can’t Be Touched) 💞 (G, Tom/Harry and Draco/Harry, Digital Art)

Draco Malfoy’s soulmate is Harry Potter. Harry Potter’s soulmate is Tom Riddle. Only Tom Riddle disrupts fate with his bare hands when he decides to split his soul, severing the string that links him to Harry Potter. The prophecy takes its course – turning star-crossed lovers into enemies.

💞 [FIC] Lover’s Leap 💞 (E, Pansy/Neville, 13.5k)

The Wizarding World is small and insular—Pansy Parkinson and Neville Longbottom have known each other since they were children. But after Pansy’s Grandmother dies, a magical heirloom forces them to see each other in a new light.

💞 [FIC] The Enemy of My Enemy 💞 (T, Harry/Regulus, 33.8k)

In a world where soulmates are identified by tattoo-like marks on the body, Harry Potter was born with a constellation on his arm. For nearly seventeen years, it sits there, dormant and dark. Then, as he and Dumbledore enter the cave where they believe a Horcrux may be hidden, the stars begin to glow. The Blacks don’t go looking for their soulmates. Regulus was taught from an early age to ignore the lightning bolt on his skin and prioritize his duty to the family. But when he finds himself thrust into an unfriendly future, his soulmate may be the only person he can trust. At first glance, the two have little in common beyond their mutual desire to see Voldemort defeated. Will that be enough to bring them together?

💞 [FIC] Soulless: Blind Date 💞 (T, Sirius/Severus, 1.7k)

There were three types of soulmates: platonic, romantic, and enemy. Severus was one of the rare few without a soulmate. He was one of the soulless. Those who are shunned by society because they are seen as unable to make connections, which is a blatant lie. Or Severus has the opportunity of finding love when he goes on a blind date.

💞 [FIC] souls and marks 💞 (T, Albus/Gellert, 1.1k)

A new parlour opens near the Diagon Alley, offering to reveal the soulmarks. Everyone is, naturally, curious, and clients start coming over, while the owner, one infamous Gellert Grindelwald, watches over them.

💞 [FIC] In His Love Story 💞 (E, Luna/Theo, 12.3k)

Set in magical regency England, Lord Theodore Nott is in want of a wife, except he doesn’t believe he will find a witch he could call his soulmate… until Lady Luna Lovegood made the Queen laugh.

💞[FIC] tell me where it ends 💞 (E, Draco/Harry, 63k)

After Harry wakes from his short-lived death, he begins to see red strings tied around the fingers of everyone he sees. No one else seems to be able to see them. He is surprised to see who is (or isn’t) tied to each other. He is tied to Draco Malfoy. Feature: Supportive Kingsley, a twist on the 8th-year fic

💞 [ART] We are who we are 💞 (G, Fleur/Hermione, Digital Art)

Fleur and Hermione try to resist the pull they have toward each other.

💞 [FIC] The Choice 💞 (T, Fleur/Hermione, 2.7k)

When one soulmate dies, the other begins to see them in dreams. Except it’s not just a dream, is it?

#hp soulmates 2023 #hp soulmates #weekly roundup #hp fic rec #hp art rec #mod post #remus x severus #harry x pansy #harry x tom #draco x harry #neville x pansy #sirius x severus #albus x gellert #theo x luna #fleur x hermione

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bongo-spindash · 4 months

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A Little Triumph

The Cyber Corruption takes a lot from him, in the end. More and more, he forgets where he’s going; what waits for him at every destination; what’s supposed to happen if he succeeds at whatever goal he’s chasing. By the time he’s tumbling from the sky like every other shooting star, he’s lost his own name. But in the end, there’s still one thing The End can’t take from him. (Or: Sonic the Hedgehog, and the revolutionary act of loving your friends beyond impossible odds.)

(You can read it on Ao3 here, but I thought I'd post the full fic on Tumblr as well in case anyone preferred it that way!! Fic under the cut!!)

When Sonic lands on Starfall Islands, and a weird disembodied voice tells him to destroy the barrier between dimensions, he does it—because his friends are all missing, and he loves them too much not to do something about it.

The islands seem to sprawl all the way to the end of the horizon, ancient ruins connected together like constellations. It’s equal parts beautiful and tragic; Sonic is fascinated by everything he finds, but he can’t help wondering after the people who built it all—the strange, almost porcelain creatures they’ve left behind. The hardest part of it all, at the beginning, is knowing that his friends are out there somewhere, and though he has every faith in them, he can’t know for certain whether they’re doing alright.

It’s a relief, finding Amy, but the dread that comes with it is almost as immense. She’s here, yet somehow she’s not. She can talk to him and understand just fine, walk alongside him and insist with all her familiar fervour that he help the Koco find each other even in the face of her own struggle—but she reaches out to palm a flower head, curl a hand around his arm, and her fingers pass right though.

Sonic helps the Koco reunite with their partner, their children, with her. He listens as Amy tells him that she’s worried about the energy he absorbed when he freed her, that overtakes him just a little more each time he restores a part of her. But Sonic tells her he’ll be okay, because he knows—more than anything—that she has his back.

When it takes nearly everything Sonic has to beat the first Titan—Super form flaring to life in a shower of gold, over and over pushing forward and wrenching himself out of its jaws, only to be shot down as he arrives at the next island, Chaos Emeralds scattering into the distance—he bounces up from the floor and runs until he gets somewhere. Because he knows that his friends are counting on him to do what’s right, and he loves them too much not to try.

Absorbing the Cyber Energy is giving him some kind of boost, Sonic thinks. His attacks are landing harder, he’s discovering powerful new techniques to fight off the ancient tech, but… at the same, he can feel it draining him. Taking something.

He doesn’t let it worry him, though—and he certainly doesn’t let it worry Knuckles. It’d been a surprise to find the echidna trapped in that sphere on the second island, when he’d been so certain the other was with the Master Emerald this whole time, but he welcomes the breath of fresh air eagerly. Knuckles had described Cyber Space as a unique kind of nightmare, and yet, he doesn’t seem concerned about their situation at all. He has every faith that they can get through this like they always do; as much as they taunt each other, he has every faith that Sonic won’t stop until they’re all okay.

It’s hard not to notice how little he can feel in his right arm, now, roiling with a sporadic red and black every time he starts to slow down. It’s difficult to ignore how strangely cold the desert seems even in the midday sun. But when the Wyvern Titan looms overhead, Chaos Emerald pulsing like a heartbeat from its head, he doesn’t hesitate to take the leap. He’s got this, and he knows—more than anything—that Knuckles believes in him.

When he begins to feel the effects of the Corruption, struggles to fend off the Titans, and he’s told over and over that he’s destroying himself for a futile effort—he keeps on running no matter how many times he forgets the way. Because his friends are all stuck in Cyber Space, and Sonic loves them too much to stop for such a little headache.

The third island is formed around a giant active volcano but, if he’s being honest, he isn’t nearly as warm as he should be. It’s getting harder to pretend that the Corruption isn’t affecting him. He keeps finding himself keeling, holding a hand to his side as if to keep everything in one piece—every now and then, he catches off-colour patches blooming across his body, his vision fuzzing at the edges like a scratched CD. In the moments of the aftermath, he struggles to recall what he’s even doing.

Tails is worried about him. They both know he’s not behaving the way he usually would, uncharacteristically reserved with his energy, but they both know better than to dwell on it. His little brother is doing everything he can to make it easier, and Sonic is always grateful for him, but he feels it more keenly than ever as they travel through the rough terrain to collect pieces of an ancient weapon and find the Chaos Emeralds again along the way.

Every time he stumbles on the sudden numbness—has to search desperately for what was happening just minutes before—there’s no choice but to get up again. Tails is too young, too bright, too brilliant to be stuck here; he wants the opportunity to stick it out on his own, and though the thought of how fast the kid’s grown is an ache in his chest, he’s so proud. He knows—more than anything—that Tails will do whatever he can to make sure he’s okay, and he needs to do everything he can in turn to make sure they all get the happy ending they deserve.

When he climbs the towers, barely managing not to fall off the rain-slicked surfaces and barely dodging the projectiles being launched in his direction, he doesn’t give up. He doesn’t know what’s waiting for him at each peak—forgetting more and more what he’s really trying to achieve—but he knows he’s doing it for his friends, whatever it is. And in that case, he loves them too much to do anything but keep going.

He doesn’t really remember what happened when the Corruption fully consumed him, but he knows his friends sacrificed themselves to Cyber Space a second time to bring him back. It’s not gone—he still recognises it by the cold ache in his core, just waiting to be tipped back over the edge again—but he’s not gone yet, either, and he can work with anything beyond non-existence.

They’ve all split up over the island surrounding them to find something important that’s going to help with the threat they’re facing. He’s been told it’s up to him to climb the towers that loom over them like mountains, that the maw of Corruption slowly swallowing him can be turned into a power that might save them from annihilation. Four times, he ascends a dark obelisk, and crashes into obstacles like he has something to prove at the peak. Four times, he makes the climb back down, and the memory of what lay behind him fades just a little further.

Everything is slipping like sand through his fingers, the unique terror of being conscious as you lose each little piece of yourself—but though his name turns quickly to only the static running across his arms, forgotten with an almost reckless abandon as he fights, and fights, and gets up again—he clutches steadfastly at the memory of the people waiting for him on the other side of it all.

“That power is a fragile thing,” Some strange monument of someone called the Master King tells him at the top of the final tower, having clashed with hulking giants over and over to attain whatever it is the ancient has just given him. “It was not meant for you. If used recklessly, it will leave you entirely—and it will take every part of you alongside it.”

He tells the Master King he’s not used to holding back even though he barely knows it himself. He descends the final tower remembering only that he has a power he has to use to stop the world from ending. He finds a group waiting for him and knows—more than anything—that whatever he’s about to do, he’s doing it for people he loves. … The dark side of the moon towers like The End in front him, and through the invisible air, it speaks to him.

“I can sense the Cyber Corruption overwhelming you,” It tells him, a kaleidoscope voice echoing everywhere around him. “You barely know what you’re fighting for, the force you’ve put yourself up against.”

The energy surrounding him sparks like quiet supernovae, and though the thing on the horizon is right—though there’s a black hole in his chest slowly taking everything else apart—he clings to his will with a grip tighter than god.

“I’m doing this for the planet. I’m doing this for my friends.” He tells it in return, golden in a way he thinks should be familiar, azure blue in a way he knows shouldn’t be, but is. The world around them is almost at a stand-still; it’s as if the stars themselves are holding their breath.

“Ah, your friends —such a weak excuse. Tell me, do you even know who they are anymore?”

There are people behind them, shouting and screaming encouragement, fighting a war at his back that he can only hope they’re winning. He doesn’t recognise the voices, or the person they’re yelling for, but they sound desperate—more than that, determined.

“You’ve got this, Sonic!”

“I know I love them,” He says, willing everything he possibly has to give forward; every single piece of him on the line for a fight he barely understands but knows—more than anything—that he has to win. “That’s enough for me.” … When someone falls from the sky, the golden glow of power and the blue-black of something else dispersing from his form like vapour as he hits the ground, he doesn’t recognise the people in front of him. He doesn’t know where he is; he doesn’t know who he is. The only thing still visible in the dark cavity of it all is a single, burning question.

He feels like he’s been hit by a train, as his body wakes up inch by agonisingly slow inch. The world is bright as his eyes reluctantly deign to blink open; rich with emerald greens, and the sky a glowing display of shooting stars, casting ochre reflections across the ground.

There are people standing above him—pink, and red, and yellow—all of them with stares wide-eyed and glassy, all of them beaming at him like they’re trying to take the collective place of the sun. He can feel the ecstasy seeping from them as they cry out, rushing to help him upright, calling a name he doesn’t know. The sight of them, circling around him, jolts him into motion; a sudden, stricken question tumbling from his lips.

“My friends.” He says, breathless with the need to get the words out. “Are my friends okay?” All three of them still at the exact same time, faltering synchronised as the question makes its way into their heads. The pink one gasps, the red freezes like he’s been shoved into an ice block, and the yellow flinches hard enough that a few captured tears slip out unnoticed.

For a second, the reaction punches through him, and he’s struck with desperate terror of what the answer might be—until the pink shakes into motion, looking like she’s seeing him for the first time all over again. “You… really don’t remember us?” She asks, like the answer to that terrifies her just as badly.

“Sonic,” The yellow one exclaims, surging forward even further—all of their faces are barely inches apart. The way it’s said, that must be his name. “We’re your friends. You just fought The End, you went Super in a way we’ve never seen before; you have to remember.”

And he—Sonic—has… glimpses, of something. It’s so far away from him it may as well be a canyon out of reach, but, he thinks he knows what the kid’s talking about.

The kid. The yellow kid; a little fox with two yellow-white tails and the world’s biggest, bluest eyes.

“You’re my friends.” He says, and the three in front of him look world-shatteringly devastated, but he can’t help smiling—eyes bright and beaming like nothing has ever gone so horribly wrong. He hardly even recognises them, and yet, Sonic looks at them like they’re the most precious things he’s ever known. “You’re my friends,” He repeats, so delighted. “And you’re okay?” Amy goes to exclaim something, and Tails opens his mouth in kind, alarm clear in his eyes. But it’s Knuckles who beats them to it, and though he perhaps sounds just as upset as they feel, his grin is so, so warm. “We’re okay, Sonic. We won.” None of them really know where they’re supposed to go from here. The Cyber Corruption has taken more from him than they’d ever prepared for, or at least hidden it in a way they don’t know how they’re meant to get back. The world isn’t ending any faster than it was before, and the sacrifice feels almost insurmountable.

Still, Sonic is laughing. Jumping up like nothing’s ever hurt him, and chasing them all into an embrace tighter than they’ve known him to give, holding something that he never, even once for a second of his life, wants to let go of. And the world hasn’t ended, and it’s ending right in front of them for every second that the reality of what’s happened crashes down on them, and Sonic didn’t even remember who he was looking at when he first opened his eyes.

But he knows—more than anything—that he loves these people to the end of everything else, in spite of everything The End did to take that away from him.

“We won,” Sonic parrots, even as his friends cry into the embrace, clinging like he’ll disappear if any one of them let go. “We won, and I love you guys. That’s all that matters.”

And really, as long as he has that much, everything else will work out.

#sonic the hedgehog #sonic frontiers #sonic fanfiction #sonic the hedgehog fanfiction #cyber corruption #Bongo's Writing!!!

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brbabcseu · 2 months

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journal #1: secrets & stars

Something I wasn't sure I was ready to happen yet just happened and it was... great?? OK, let me get into it.

I told my dad once that I store my memories in a Russian doll. They just make the most sense that way—one wrapped in another wrapped in another. Maybe it’s the ADHD, maybe it’s the creative house we’ve cultivated, but I can’t help but feel the connection everything has to, well, everything. I told him I think of constellations and pinpoint the starts as the glue of my wandering thoughts.

Storytime! Back when I was 10 we were at the crafts store and I saw these.

And obviously I needed them. I have this friend, Sam (she's more like my sis tho honestly, don't tell her I said that it'll go to her head!!) and she had ones like these in purple. I asked my dad if I could buy them to make my room cool and he was like "Whaaat isn't your room already cool enough? With your posters, your sick guitar? Beanbag chairs?" And it's like c'mon dad, those aren't decorations those are just things. I said as much but he already knew he was getting them for me lol, and all for "the low price of free-99". Lame-o.

So we strung the lights up in my room-- dad had to break out the step ladder to crisscross them on the ceiling for maximum effect, but it was very worth it. When he turned off the light, everything was in this golden glow, and I just remember feeling a little awestruck. "It's like we brought the stars outside, inside!" We both laid on the ground to stargaze for a bit, which is a tooth rotting memory.

I took them down the next day, though. Or started to before dad caught me and was like ??? dude what. So here's the thing, I don't always know what's right in a social situation, I don't always know "what's cool", and so I stupidly bragged about my new stars to the guys at school. What was I thinking? One of em, Ethan (asshole) said having string lights as a guy was... hm. Idk if I'm allowed to say this here but it rhymes with 'baggy'. Yeah. My dad was completely shocked when I told him. Maybe I'm crazy, but he also looked almost... guilty? No clue why that was, or why I noted that, but he just seemed really deep in thought in a way I didn't expect him to be. But that's my dad-- he's an unexpected guy.

For a straight dude, I'd say he gave me a pretty good talk abt it. "Sometimes boys like other boys. And that’s chill. Shouldn't be a big deal. But some people can be mean. Really, really mean." He said one of the mean things they do is call people that word when they think they’re gay. Little 10 year old me was confused. Wtf's that got to do with lights? That's not how I said it because, again, child lmao but ykwim. He said it doesn't. Jerks just wanna pick on others for being different. And what he said next really really stuck with me. “He shouldn’t make you feel like you’re not the boy you know you are just because you want to put the stars on your ceiling. His loss. Only insecure people treat people that way.”

We deemed Ethan "not Mr. Rogers approved" and he helped me restring those lights again, they've been up on my ceiling ever since :)

Jesus I rambled way too long and I was supposed to talk about what recently happened!! Like I said, constellations, Russian dolls. Everything connects.

So, I wasn't sure I was bi till like a year ago. I've always noticed it but maybe was scared of it being true. It's 2026, things have really changed, but tiny towns can still be tiny towns, and I didn't wanna find out if things would change. Especially with dad. Which like, why? Y'kno?? I shouldn't have had any fears about it at this point but sometimes this changes the game for some parents and I didn't wanna lose him. OUGH I'm getting emotional just thinking about it, pull it together AJ!!

I just so happened to remember everything about the stars when out w the old man at the diner. It's our fave hangout. Honestly the only hangout in this tiny ass town. My 8th grade dance is coming up soon and he thinks this is Disney Channel and that I'm gonna ask someone hahaha. C'mon man, no one asks anyone out, it's gonna be like every middle school dance we've had so far and we're all just gonna stand around each other awkwardly XP w/e. He's asking abt the girls, which girl am I gonna ask, blah blah. I just KNOW he does this to be annoying on purpose. It kind of struck a nerve though since it's about this... stuff. But this was my window. Dude, I was so fucking nervous for no reason HAHAHA. I was like yeah, there's some girls I would ask if ppl actually asked... but maybe there's also some boys too. I asked him if that was okay. I know, dumb. 'Hey, do I have permission to be bi?' Nahh. He didn't say anything bc I kept blabbing. "I don't want to hide anything from you, I know I don't have to, please say something" etc etc. Finally he put his hands over mine and like, stared into my soul and just said, "Okay." And I was like, "Okay." My god it was such a fucking relief. He even got a big laugh outta me, talking about my taste in boys, if it's any better than my taste in girls. Um, rude!

So yeah, he let me know this doesn't change a thing. I could've criiieeed, I swear (hey maybe I did a little, shush). But it's done! It's out there! No more secrets!! My friends all already know too, they were the first to, and were happy to hear about dad's reaction. If others find out now, I'd like to think I won't gaf. Everyone I care abt already knows and supports me. As I'm writing this, I'm looking up at the stars on my ceiling. I feel they have new things to show me. I'm hopeful for that, at least. <3

#aj blabs #march 1st 2026

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soobnny · 2 years

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[7:43 PM] — kim sunoo. established relationship. (0.6k words)

sunoo is a galaxy of stars, and on his face, you find a new set of constellations waiting to be explored, the beauty of his distinct freckles left almost everything to your imagination

Afternoon had just slipped past your fingers when you and Sunoo arrived at the grassy fields of a hill near your hometown. The air is cool, and you can hear the rustle of the leaves from how obnoxiously quiet the night is. The impatient moon is already in the sky.

Laying down with Suno on the grass feels like home with your head rested on his chest, moving calmly with the gentle rise and fall of his breathing. His hands are on the dip of your waist, resting comfortably, fitting the puzzle as it belongs there.

The two of you are looking up at the stars, a night of endless constellations in the sky. It’s perfect, he thinks, just like the girl laying next to him.

You’re talking about one of the constellations when Sunoo takes the time to admire you. And it’s almost ironic how he’s still looking at you even when he’s in front of the one other thing he loved most in the world - the night sky, the stars, the moon. But he looks at you, and he thinks the moon could never come close to you.

He thinks your beauty mirrors a painting. God must’ve taken his time on you, the way a painter plans every stroke to perfect their masterpiece.

He breathes in the scent of comfort, and he smiles fondly as you excitedly point at some made up constellation you had made at the top of your head.

“That’s our constellation. Even though they’re a few stars away, they always find their way back to each other. Like us, you know. I’ll always find my way back to you Sunoo, in this lifetime, and the next, and then some.”

He chuckles at the spin story you had just created, but he doesn’t question it. He’s sure your love has always been written among the thousands that litter the sky.

Sunoo’s humming quietly at you, fingers marveling on your hip with a gentle hold when you notice a cluster of stars that look much too similar to your lover’s freckles.

With a turn of your head, you see Sunoo in a different light. With the moon and stars working together to reflect a certain glow for him, and only him. Magpies flocking for the two of you.

He notices, and he catches glimpses of love in your eyes as you stare at him. His cheeks flush when he notices what you’re staring at, and he’s quick to look away. He’s always been a bit insecure about the dots that littered his face.

But it’s something you’ve grown to absolutely adore about him, something that distinguishes him from anyone else, makes him so much more beautiful (and you wish he would realize that).

His freckles are the color of driftwood and coffee, familiar to the sense of constancy.

With a soft call of his name, he’s looking back at you shyly, and his mouth parts open when you start to trace your fingers over every single one of his freckles, connecting them like one does with constellations.

Your touch is light, trying to memorize every inch of his face, every place his freckles called home. The stars are shining a little brighter for this moment alone, and Sunoo’s starting to feel a warmth he’s never known when you drag your lips to kiss his beautiful face, hands rested gently on his cheeks and a lovesick smile on your face.

The moon is full for him, just to greet him a good evening.

Sunoo is a galaxy of stars, and on his face, you find a new set of constellations waiting to be explored, the beauty of his distinct freckles left almost everything to your imagination. Something’s telling you you’ll be here for a while.

#enhypen x reader #fluff #kflixnet #ficscafe #sunoo x reader #kim sunoo #enhypen sunoo #enhypen sunoo x reader #sunoo x you #sunoo x y/n #kim sunoo x you #kim sunoo x reader #kim sunoo x y/n #enhypen scenarios #sunoo oneshot #kim sunoo oneshots #sunoo imagines #sunoo scenarios

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figitorynonsense · 9 months

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Ummm hello

I’d like to hear about your Miniforce OC’s please if that isn’t a bother

hi!!! hello!!!!!!

id gladly talk abt them

this is gonna be a little long

STARGAZER

so like stargazer isnt from earth but like the embodiment of some random star that fell to earth btu was found by pascal and managed some stuff including calling the villains and supplying him with dark energy and materials for the mechamons

stargazer’s initial name at this time was ‘Snake-eye’, aka the name the fanfiction theyre from!!!!!

soon when pascal was defeated they were a rogue and went into a dormant state in some mountain for quite a while before Zenos awakened

due to their exposure and connection to dark energy they were somewhat drawn to where zenos was and started serving him and basically helped call over aliens and helped keep the ship in shape

though bcuz zenos was a total bitch they started to hate him secretly and when he was defeated stargazer renamed themself to stargazer and decided to join the miniforce [they required little training due to them already having a lot of experience and all that random stuff balh blah blah]

so they ended up temporarily joining m03g for a while in a fanmade ‘show’: spirit of the dragons

theyre like a stylistic sassy bitch with a dash of trauma and fortune teller

they’re actually called ‘agent white’ instead of something like ‘agent violet’

its weird i know

also back to their history

before joining the miniforce some random villan [turns out to be the fanmade show’s main antagonist!!!] beat them up and nearly killed them

thus they lost some eyesight and has a scar across their neck that is hidden by their scarf

oh yea and for delusion form ; when the appear to have legs, the thing they use is called a ‘mirage pearl’ and for them it is embedded into their neck and also a collection of some space magic

it can break and crack which can lead to uh… questionable delusion forms

stargazer has purple blood btw

oh yea and ;

space magic is a type of magic where the holder can use various constellations to summon stuff like arrows and bullets

it does require a crap ton of charging, mental focus, and energy tho

space magic enhances X disks and the user’s sense of time

they can actually use a littleeee bit of mystical magic but they find it tiring

cerulean

ha uh

he is tricky to explain

cerulean is like an anti-hero and basically ray but on a lighter level and wayyyyy more blunt

She is capable of flight [unlike SOMEONE] and teleportation

he can just kinda teleport anywhere [including into someone] and also can teleport others with enough mental concentration

he fights stargazer every other nanosecond but still ends up doing something good

kinda a loner but she did receive training but like dropped out at the last minute

one of his eyes got ripped out by — you guessed it, that random villan i brought up while talking about stargazer [their name is raven]

he does join the team for a while but disappears later

cerulean’s light blue ribbon things are embedded into his back and literally cannot be ripped out or he’ll fucking die

though it does help her with gliding down when he teleports on air

he is very sleep deprived and needs help and therapy

Raindancer

who let the cat out

raindancer is a little dumb idiot with more trauma thus the bandages on their stomach

they have rlly bad burns on there and their lower body is pretty much cursed so they mainly use magic to summon weather and stuff [thunderstorms… tornadoes… etc] which are all controlled

their lower body was cursed by ZENOS after an encounter and theyre glad hes fucking dead

theyre a cat btw :3

also they cant cook at all LMAO

overall pretti silly creechur

yes they use cat crutches sometimes

anyways they fought pascal in secret and so did they with zenos

they do not appear in the fanmade show sadlee

[update: they do and alot of the stuff on this post is prettyyyy inconsistent]

ye a thx so much for asking !!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

#miniforce ocs #miniforce #ocs #thx for ask!!!!!!!!!#long post #a lot of swearing #a lot of death mentions #and a lot of mindless rambling #!!!

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appreciatingtokrev · 1 year

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two stars in the same system

ao3 link

rating: g

archive warnings: no archive warnings apply

relationships: atsushi ‘akkun’ sendo/takuya yamamoto

characters: takuya yamamoto, ataushi ‘akkun’ sendo

additional tags: fluff, established relationship, first love, stargazing, late night conversations, kissing

Akkun managed to convince Takuya to go stargazing with him. He’s rambling away about all of the constellations above them, and Takuya can’t help but feel the need to finally say ‘‘I love you’’, even if they’d been dating for a few weeks now.

So he does.

Takuya’s lying on top of the hill his boyfriend’s dragged him up to in the middle of the night. There’s a cold summer breeze, but he’s always preferred lower temperatures, and the grass under him is comfortably cool. The sky is clear of all clouds, perfect for stargazing.

And perfect for Akkun to stare at as if he was in love. Takuya might even be a little jealous.

,,The star over there’’, Akkun points at one of the many white spots in the night sky, ,,You see the really bright one? That’s the north star. It’s been used for navigation for hundreds of years. If you follow it for long enough, you’ll end up on the north pole. It’s actually a triple star system though, so three stars that orbit each other. They’re called Polaris Aa, Polaris Ab, and Polaris B. But to the naked eye they look like just one star.’’ He gestures around with his hands.

Takuya nods, looking at the bright little stars above them. They’re so far away. Way further than he can imagine.

,,Did you know that light travels slow enough for us to pretty much see into the past when looking at the stars?’’, Akkun continues. ,,The Polaris we see right now is a little over four hundred years old. Isn’t that crazy?’’

,,Yeah...’’, Takuya whispers. He certainly wasn’t aware of how fascinating space is before, and it’s an odd sense of realisation. It’s weird how great this knowledge feels. That he’s looking at three stars orbiting each other four hundred years in the past. That they’ve been orbiting each other for millions of years. And that they’ll continue to do so for another bunch of million years.

He’d like to be a star, he thinks. In the same star system as the star that’s Akkun. Orbiting each other for billions of years, until one of them explodes.

But there’s so much beauty in being human too because he can be close to Akkun. He can hold him, and he can kiss him. And while dancing around each other in space for a seemingly infinte amount of time is quite romantic, he does prefer lying here, on top of this hill, thinking about stars so close to Akkun that their shoulders are touching.

,,The north star is part of the constellation little bear, or ursa minor in latin. It’s the tail end. You see, there’s two more stars further down, slightly to the left’’, Akkun explains and moves his finger, pointing at the stars he’s talking about, ,,And then there’s another one that’s part of a rectangle. If you connect the stars with a line like that, you get the whole constellation.’’

Takuya mentally connects the stars, but he certainly doesn’t see a bear in them. More of a shopping cart, really. ,,Isn’t there a great bear, too?’’

Akkun nods enthusiastically. ,,Yes! If you take the longer side of the rectangle, the one not connected to other stars, add it four times to the lower end, and then go down a little you should find the tail end of ursa major, the great bear. It’s a pretty bright star, too. See?’’

He points at yet another of the bright dots up in the sky. ,,That’s the tail end. This time you go up, slightly to the right. The first two stars make a line, and the third one is connected to a rectangle, just like before.’’ He’s drawing the lines in the air, pointing at where they really are so far away in space.

,,And, you know, actually, the whole constellation is bigger than that. That’s just the part that resembles the small bear. After the left side of the rectangle there’s two more stars, here and here’’, Akkun points at both of them. ,,There’s another a little lower than the second last, to the right, and it’s got three stars attached to it for the constellation! Two over there, the legs, and one way lower, about the same height as the underside of the rectangle, but a straight line down, so to the right. That one’s got two more legs, too, and then a star to the left. That one connects back to the rectangle. And there you have it, that’s the whole great bear!’’

Even with a lot of pointing and seemingly clear explanations from Akkun, Takuya still feels lost. He can make out something bear-shaped with some fantasy, but he’s convinced he’s got half of the stars wrong. Still, it’s fun to look at the night sky like that. As if there truly were little pictures floating around.

,,What’s your favorite constellation?’’, Takuya asks.

,,Hm... the orion, I think because it’s the first constellation I read about apart from the small and great bears. But it’s not visible right now.’’

,,Oh. And from the ones we can see?’’, Takuya ponders. He wants to know more about the stars, and more about Akkun, too, even if he knows a lot already. Plus, he loves seeing him so passionate.

,,The dragon! I mean, it’s a dragon, and dragons are cool. It starts between the two bears, right at the top of the rectangle in the great bear’’, Akkun explains, still pointing at the sky and moving his fingers along with what he’s talking about. ,,Then it goes down, and here, it goes up, and then down again. It ends in a pretty shitty rectangle that’s not very rectangle-shaped down here. But it’s got four corners, so.’’

He shrugs, and Takuya nods along. The whole time he’s been more focused on his boyfriend’s smile as he beamed up at the stars, eyes happily sparkling in the bit of light from the moon above them. He looks so excited whenever he gets to talk about his interests.

,,Akkun?’’

,,Hm?’’, Akkun hums and turns his head to face Takuya.

,,I love you.’’ It’s only a low whisper, but Takuya’s heart is beating fast enough already. A weight drops off his mind when the corners of Akkun’s mouth turn into a smile.

Akkun grabs Takuya’s shoulders, and rolls him on top of himself, smile turning into a grin when Takuya places his hands on either side of Akkun’s head and holds his body above him. He’s smiling too.

,,Perfect. Now I can look at my two favorite things at the same time; you, and the stars!’’, Akkun laughs, and Takuya can’t help but join in.

Before they’re completely silent, he starts to lean down, and when he’s only an inch away from Akkun’s lips, Akkun grabs his face to pull him down and closes the gap. They share a few kisses, lying there on the grass, hidden in the dark beneath the night sky full of stars. It feels less magical than it should, somehow.

After a bunch of kisses with lots of little pauses for exchanging smiles, Takuya decides to lie down beside Akkun again. Though, he holds one of his hands now, interlacing their fingers.

,,Takuya?’’ Again, it’s a low whisper. But the night is quiet, and the human mind can recognise the sounds it wants to hear quite clearly, so it doesn’t matter.

,,Yeah?’’

Akkun gently squeezes his hand. ,,I love you too.’’

taglist: @offtaskotaku

#i put like 3 hours of research and 30 minutes of writing into this but so be it #ig at least i can pull an akkun and infodump on someone now lmao #also i fully planned this to be a mini fic of 500 words but here i am with 1.2k and zero complaints <3 #☆—`writing #i. accidentally posted this too early but okay. so be it. i’ll just add the ao3 link later. man #tokyo revengers #tokrev #akkun #takuya #akkuya #takkun

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witchthewriter · 1 year

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𝑺𝒉𝒊𝒑 𝒇𝒐𝒓 @mbruben-stein

Want one? Here be the rules 🦋🌈

𝐌𝐚𝐫𝐯𝐞𝐥

𝑫𝒆𝒔𝒄𝒓𝒊𝒑𝒕𝒊𝒐𝒏

𝑰 𝒔𝒉𝒊𝒑 𝒚𝒐𝒖 𝒘𝒊𝒕𝒉 𝑫𝒓 𝑺𝒕𝒓𝒂𝒏𝒈𝒆! I think you have a no nonsense attitude and are very direct. Stephen would grow fond of you, especially because of that. You make certain comments where he cannot help but smile at them.

𝑯𝒆𝒂𝒅𝒄𝒂𝒏𝒐𝒏𝒔

・Always has a protection ward up wherever you are. Sometimes it takes a lot of energy to keep it up, but Stephen always wants you to feel safe. To be protected.

・As he’s a doctor, he still monitors you; seeing if you’re walking differently, tracking your periods, feeling your forehead. With everyone else he’s usually flippant “oh you’re fine” but with you, he needs to make sure you’re okay. That you’re always okay.

・Your first interactions were a bit ... stale. Stephen had his walls up and barely let anyone in. But then he got to know you and started to fall in love. It frightened him greatly. He thought you would deny him, or be ripped away from him somehow. But you slowly became more and more connected with him. And once Stephen lets someone in, they’re surprised by what they find.

𝑻𝒉𝒆𝒎𝒆 𝑺𝒐𝒏𝒈

To A Future With An End by Rob Simonsen

𝑹𝒆𝒍𝒂𝒕𝒊𝒐𝒏𝒔𝒉𝒊𝒑 𝑻𝒓𝒐𝒑𝒆𝒔

・Tall Grumpy x Short Sunshine

・”I’m a much nicer person when you’re around. So people always want you around.”

・Snarky Power Couple That Can, And Probably Will, Destroy You

𝐇𝐚𝐫𝐫𝐲 𝐏𝐨𝐭𝐭𝐞𝐫

𝑫𝒆𝒔𝒄𝒓𝒊𝒑𝒕𝒊𝒐𝒏

𝑰 𝒔𝒉𝒊𝒑 𝒚𝒐𝒖 𝒘𝒊𝒕𝒉 𝑫𝒓𝒂𝒄𝒐 𝑴𝒂𝒍𝒇𝒐𝒚! You would understand him like no other. and I’m talking about the version of Draco who has character development, who has learned from his past mistakes. He isn’t immature and arrogant like he used to be. There’s a sense of humbleness within him. You would be surprised to hear the stories about his youth.

𝑯𝒆𝒂𝒅𝒄𝒂𝒏𝒐𝒏𝒔

・You help him in working through his guilt and shame. Yes, you do make sure he’s held accountable for his actions, but you don’t want him to live his life feeling guilt for actions in his youth. Some nights he cannot sleep, and will roam the house for hours until you wake.

・Likes to take your ruby necklace to get cleaned - as well as all of your jewellery. If you were up for it, he would love to enhance the necklace, maybe encase it in gold or add to it somehow.

・Sometimes makes fun of you for your height, but you like to remind him that you’re closer to his knees... and you will kick him

𝑻𝒉𝒆𝒎𝒆 𝑺𝒐𝒏𝒈

Bathsheba and Oak Unite by Craig Armstrong

𝑹𝒆𝒍𝒂𝒕𝒊𝒐𝒏𝒔𝒉𝒊𝒑 𝑻𝒓𝒐𝒑𝒆𝒔

・Sarcastic Duo That Can Finish Each Other’s Insults

・”Being with you makes me better”

・Drama Queen (Draco) x Over It (You)

𝐓𝐡𝐞 𝐇𝐨𝐛𝐛𝐢𝐭

𝑫𝒆𝒔𝒄𝒓𝒊𝒑𝒕𝒊𝒐𝒏

𝑰 𝒔𝒉𝒊𝒑 𝒚𝒐𝒖 𝒘𝒊𝒕𝒉 𝑻𝒉𝒓𝒂𝒏𝒅𝒖𝒊𝒍! You would be a brilliant Queen and ruler. There’s something about you that can take on difficult situations and make them better. I also think you would be the only person who Thranduil would listen to. He doesn’t have respect for many others.

𝑯𝒆𝒂𝒅𝒄𝒂𝒏𝒐𝒏𝒔

・Wants you to have the most elaborate wardrobe. Will send off designs he’s created himself, and they usually have a hidden butterfly sewn in gold somewhere

・There’s a HUGE height difference, and even though you aren’t a Hobbit, you look like one next to him. But it makes you feel even safer with Thranduil.

・Loves to lie down and watch the stars with you. Talking about the constellations and learning from him.

𝑻𝒉𝒆𝒎𝒆 𝑺𝒐𝒏𝒈

I Will Not Forget You by Max Richter

𝑹𝒆𝒍𝒂𝒕𝒊𝒐𝒏𝒔𝒉𝒊𝒑 𝑻𝒓𝒐𝒑𝒆𝒔

・They Probably Hate Me (You) x Deeply, Passionately In Love ... Is Terrible At Showing It (Thranduil)

・”I care about you!” (You) x “You shouldn’t!” (Thranduil)

・Moral/Emotional Support (To Him) x If Anyone Even Looks At You Funny, I Will End Them (Thraduil)

#match ups #pair ups #lord of the rings match ups #lord of the rings pair ups #open ships #personal ships #marvel ships #marvel pair ups #marvel match ups #harry potter match ups #harry potter pair ups #harry potter ships

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blackbutler-readerinsertsandjunk · 2 years

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Maybe first words with the soulmate au for Grey and Blavat too... Thank you!!!

SOULMATE AU ALPHABET

f…irst words/thoughts your soulmate says/thinks when seeing you are written on your skin.

nerds, the both of them!! <3

‘Well, well. What’s your sign?’

From the moment those words showed up on your skin, you didn’t know how to interpret them.

They imply your soulmate will be someone with a vested interest in astrology, which most people consider nothing but a fun parlor trick. You’ve become rather well versed in it, though not many put a lot of stock in it. The only person who might ask that question to a strange would be some kind of gimmicky fortune teller.

Either that, or your soulmate is just terrible at flirting. You’re honestly not sure what to think.

So you go about your life, attending parties and traveling circuses and trying to find where your other half might be hiding. In the latest bid to seek them out, you’ve allowed your friend to drag you to Sphere Music Hall for a concert ― claiming that after the Starlight Four perform, the attendees can line up to see their manager, a man who can give a reading based only on someone’s blood.

The hall itself is grand, and the concert is breathtaking. You nearly lose yourself in the peaceful melodies that fill the hall when the performers start singing. (Friend) points out her favorite of them to you, a long-haired blonde with a charming smile. Before you know it, though, the music has faded, and your friend has tugged you along into the line to have your fortune told.

After so long looking, you’re starting to believe your partner-to-be isn’t a fortune teller at all. The words might be a red herring. What if you’ve been searching in the wrong places all this time? Have you missed your chance?

If all the others haven’t been the one, what are the chances that he’s it?

As you reach the front of the line, you hear a light, cheerful voice float up above the chatter. The fortune teller, no doubt, and now that you’re closer you can hear him better. “Aaah, (Friend)! It’s been too long, my dear, too long! Have you brought a new face with you?”

(Friend) gives you a gentle shove toward the man. “Yes! Oh, it’s so good to see you again. (Name), (Name), this is BRAVAT Sky! Mr. Sky, this is my friend, (Name)! They’ve had their fortune told so many times, but never quite like this!”

“Ahah, experienced! You’re such a good friend. Well, then, let’s see…” He doesn’t address you directly until you’re right in front of him, and when he looks up into your eyes, they’re an electric blue that almost reminds you of fire.

He’s… something. Although you’ve seen many diviners like him by this point, you’ve never seen one like him. Most of his hair is wild, sticking up around his head at every angle like a jagged halo, except for one section that falls over his shoulder in a braid. And it’s a shocking lavender color, soft unless you count the fact that you’ve never seen someone with that shade of hair before.

Adding to his ethereal appearance is that there are shimmery star decorations strewn throughout his hair, as well as across his clothes. In fact, if you look closely, you can see what look like tattoos on his forearms, in the shape of constellations.

God help me, you think before you can stop yourself.

One of his hands is holding what appears to be a bowl of water, and he’s sitting rather languidly with one leg crossed over the other. As soon as his eyes connect with yours, he blinks owlishly.

That look. It’s the equivalent of him saying, There you are! I’ve been looking for you!

Something in your chest jumps. As if you feel it too.

Bravat’s smile returns, and he waves you forward. “Well, well. What’s your sign?”

You’re so stunned, you don’t really know how to react. All you can do is stare at him, your mind running away entirely; wordlessly, you slowly extend your hand toward him, ensuring that the words on your wrist are visible to him.

“… Aaaah!” His face lights up, and quickly he pulls his own arm back from your view… presumably so you can’t ‘cheat’ by reading the words written on his wrist. “No, no, wait… let me guess. A Virgo? Haha… oooor, maybe you’re a Libra? Aquarius? Well, would you like to know mine?”

You find yourself nodding, unable to even simply say ‘Yes.’ What is he doing…? Where’s he going with this? Out of all the fortune tellers you’ve seen, none of them have told you about their own astrological specifications.

His hand shifts the bowl lazily, the water inside swirling. “Curious, as you should be! I’m a Gemini.”

The zodiac has become familiar to you by now, so you tilt your head at him. “Geminis are two-faced, aren’t they? Can I trust you?”

“Mh…” That smile of his changes. Now it looks… relieved. He uncoils his arm, giving you a peek of his tattoos along with the words on his wrist. “You tell me, moonbeam.”

And there, right above an artfully inked constellation, are the words which just came out of your mouth.

‘Oh, I’m sorry ― did you want this?’

The words which are supposed to give you a hint as to who your intended will be offer you exactly no help. No matter how you think about them, you can’t parse what ‘this’ means in the context of a first meeting.

It’s so damn vague. Does ‘that’ mean… a food or drink item? The last of a certain product in a shop? An ideal seat at a show? There’s literally no way you can know for sure what it means.

For the simple reason that you can’t predict when you’re going to meet them nor in what kind of situation, you can’t very well go seeking them out. So you have no real option but to keep living your life and violently hope that your paths will cross sooner rather than later.

At the very least, it seems your soulmate is well-mannered. Given that information, a high-class ball like the one you’ve been invited to here at Her Majesty’s palace is the perfect place to meet someone with decorum. Even though you’re gladly in attendance, you’ve been unsure how to really approach anyone.

Out of uncertainty, you haven’t. Instead you’re hovering over by the table of refreshments, occasionally either taking a glass of champagne when offered by the servants or politely declining. Your eyes scan the crowd, constantly on the alert for whoever might be your future lover.

How are you supposed to tell, though? There’s no way. Everyone here looks equally like they could be your other half. What are they going to look like? Sound like? Until you hear those words… it could be anyone.

Your nerves and lack of hope get the best of you. For what seems like the millionth time tonight, you turn and reach for one of the snacks on the table. Something sweet will distract you for a minute; then maybe a sip of your drink will give you some courage.

The mistake is that you don’t really look over when you reach down. Your fingers don’t meet the pastry you were grabbing at, but another hand. It startles you enough to pull away immediately, and your gaze shoots up to see who you’ve accidentally gotten in the way of.

He’s probably the most beautiful person you’ve ever seen. His outfit is immaculate and pure white, with hair to match. His locks frame his face in sharp, neat cuts, with a thin ponytail gathered to fall midway down his back. Those eyes of his are pale blue, like icicles that are ready to run you through just by looking in yours.

And his lashes are heavy, snow-white like his hair, a kind of sight you’ve never beheld before. They hang half-lidded over his eyes, and then, he blinks them curiously at you.

His own hand has grasped the sweet, probably shortly after you moved back. With a tilt of his head, he holds it up in your direction. “Oh, I’m sorry ― did you want this?”

Wait. Did he just say…?

You’re frozen to the spot for a long few seconds as you process hearing the words out loud that you’ve read from your skin so many times. His voice is low, smooth, with a subtle rasp behind it. It sounds so much different coming from someone’s mouth than it did the hundreds of times you’ve imagined hearing someone say it.

“I…” What are you even supposed to say? You’re still in shock. Do you tell him he’s just loosed words that the one you’re fated to be with is planned to say? Does this mean he’s the one, or perhaps it’s just coincidence? Finally you shake your head. “No, no… you take it.”

It’s practically as if you’ve just struck him across the face. “… What?” He shakes his head almost in a mirror of your gesture, and a confused smile is starting to tug at the edges of his lips. “Did you just say… it can’t be you, can it?”

Your heart nearly stops in your chest.

After what feels like forever, with the music swelling behind you, you take the smallest step toward him. “Is it… you?” As quickly as your heart tried to stop, it thrums back to life, willing you closer. You push your sleeve up to display the words, showing that without a doubt, he said what you were destined to hear.

He laughs, appearing as if he’s not quite certain how to take all this. “That is what I said, isn’t it? This is so… hm, hold on…”

The pastry is shoved between his teeth seemingly just to free his hands. He holds it there while he wrestles with tugging at his own sleeve. When he reveals the skin of his wrist, having to hold the bottom of his glove out of the way as well, you see the words written there which you said in response to him.

Your soul feels lighter as you look up into those intense eyes again, and you didn’t notice before, but they sparkle. He might be a mischievous sort, prone to arrogance and playful behavior.

God, you don’t mind that at all.

Rather than speak with his mouth full, he takes a bite in the process of removing the pastry, and offers it toward you just like he did before. “In this case, I insist you take a bite. It must be fate.”

“Oh… well, if… if you insist.” The second you take the pastry from his hand, he plunges into a quite handsome bow.

“Earl CHARLES GREY, at your service.” He looks up, and there’s that glimmer in his eyes again.

“― Or maybe you’re at mine. I suppose we shall find out, shan’t we?”

#Black Butler #Kuroshitsuji #Bravat #Charles Grey #reader insert #meme reply #romantic #fluff #soulmate AU #I LOVE THEM BOTH SO MUCH HHHH!!!!#one hell of a queue

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pieceofcqke · 2 years

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GALE ALPHABET HCS

Well, part of the alphabet anyway, originally by imaginethatawriter.

A- Activity (What is their favorite activity to do with you.)

Of course, having a fascination for the stars and what lies beyond them, he loves stargazing with you, whether that’s at the church grounds or on the beach. He’ll point out every constellation he can name, and when he runs out of things to say, he’ll let you vent for as long as you’d like. Or the two of you can just lay in silence, that’s fine too. He finds it so special that he’s able to share that time with you, and talk about something he’s passionate about.

Don’t be mistaken, he finds any activity with you enjoyable. He loves your presence and basks in it. Even the most mundane tasks become exciting, or at the very least, worth living for.

B- Beginnings (How do they act in the beginning of a relationship)

He did open up to you in time, but not without struggle. He was awkward at first, not knowing how to act around you, and deathly afraid of messing things up. He was distant, and masked his emotions well, wanting desperately to let you in but always keeping you at arms length.

C- Communication (Are they good communicators? How do they normally talk about their problems or solve issues)

He is horrible at communicating certain things, such as his needs and his anxieties. He doesn’t want you to worry about him. On the other hand, he’s always addressing your concerns, wants, and needs.

His statements can be vague at times, and blunt others. It depends on the subject matter.

D- Drunk (What are they like when they’re drunk)

He can either be extremely tolerant to alcohol, or not at all. There’s no in between. Sometimes he’s fine and acts normally, and other times he’s on the brink of passing out. When it’s really bad, he just collapses in your arms, while murmuring under his breath how perfect you are.

E- Emergency (How are they in emergency situations? You get hurt, they get hurt, someone is dying etc..)

He may look calm on the outside, but internally, he’s screaming. He’s afraid that every little thing will kill you. He thinks human beings are fragile.

He’ll help you himself and get you everything you need. He hates seeing you get hurt.

F- Free Spot (I’ll give you any headcanon I come up with)

Gale is horrible at making friends. He has a difficult time meaningfully connecting with other people. He always felt like he didn’t belong in Castanet because he grew up differently than everyone else, and the only other being with a similar upbringing is the Witch, who we all know he doesn’t get along well with. He tends to isolate himself from the rest of society. Before you came along, he kept to himself and actively avoided people, preferring the comfort of his own home.

G- Gifts (What kind of gifts do they give? What kind of gifts do they get?)

He’ll consult his crystal ball for this. He loves seeing the look on your face when he hands you something you’ve been wanting for a long time without you ever mentioning it. He’ll only gift you something that you want.

H- Hugs (How do they show affection/cuddle)

He does not like PDA. He will only hold your hand out in public, and he may not even do that. It’s not that he’s embarrassed by your relationship, he just doesn’t want people to see him like that. He would be fine if you touched him, he just doesn’t want to put his own hands on you.

He’ll hug you occasionally, but mostly in private. Just loose, awkward hugs that last only a few seconds, cause he doesn’t know how to hold you.

#harvest moon animal parade #harvest moon x reader #Gale x reader #Gale my beloved #you underrated legend #writing for all my favorite edgy boys

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