Why did she fall for him?

She racked her brain despite her stubborn pride and embarrassment

Angels shouldn't fall in love.

Weren't they beyond this? Didn't they ascend to escape Earth's sinful emotions?

But the longer she thought, the more she saw it in him

A long forgotten gentleness hiding deep below the surface

She can see it when his beautiful golden wings brush against hers

Or when he thinks he's alone he'll bring out his old acoustic guitar

when the stars shine extra bright on clear nights

And trembling ages old lullabies fall from his lips

With no hesitation, his heart remembers softly singing his countless children to sleep

UT Sans and a pregnant Reader spend the afternoon curled up together in their warm bed as light rain hits their window

This one made me smile -w-

Sans loved days where he could relax, and not worry about everything. They didn't happen as often as you may expect.

Normally, he's thinking of his nightmares, past resets and all, you know? Or he would dream of things that hadn't happened, but could.

Those were the worst.

He never spoke to his brother about the nightmares, and his brother did the same.

Sans wished that Papyrus would talk to him more about that stuff, but eh, can't force it and he'd be a bit of a hypocrite if he got bothered by it.

But, he's getting off course.

When he learned that his datemate was pregnant with his babybones, he was shocked. He didn't think he had enough magic for that, and he didn't think he'd have children of his own. Everyone seemed excited for them, the first monster human hybrid! And the first child since they left the underground.

Yeah... Whooo... Awesome.

He was terrified.

He didn't know how to raise a child! Sure, he raised his brother but that was when he was younger and happier, healthier, too!

Luckily, he's been getting over the fears.

Today, it was raining, and when he opened his eye sockets he saw his datemate. They were still asleep... It was in the middle of the afternoon. They had a rough night so it made sense.

He looks down, doing a soul check. One souling... Half human and half monster. Yellow soul so soul of Justice.

He remembered that one.

Slowly, Sans reached over, rubbing their stomach letting out some of his magic, feeling it leaving his body.

Y/n opens their eyes, blinking, then yawns, pressing against him. "Hey... Morning," they say, "is it raining?"

"Feels like it, dunno wet" he laughs softly at his own pun. That one sucked...

"Boo" they mumble, making him roll his eye lights, and he nuzzles his skull against their head. He couldn't believe this still...

"Undyne wants us to come over today, by the way" Y/n says.

Sans perks up looking at them, then shakes his head "nah, not today. Too dangerous to drive and I don't like the idea of teleporting ya while you're preggy. Plus, I'm just bone dry of energy"

Y/n snorts, shaking their head, and nuzzle him.

Yeah, he didn't often get relaxing days but sometimes, they do appear, and it's always so nice.

Mask in the Mirror

A Metadede Phantom of the Opera AU Fanfic

@minnesotamedic186 @tibli @thereaderinsertlady @darkmedolie @lemonbaloni @boom-fanfic-a-latta @lulu-baked-beans @hotpinkboots @nonbananon @tiramegtoons

Disclaimer: This is my very first time writing anything Kirby-related, so there's no sort of lore tied to this story whatsoever. Also, I may or may not have written these characters accurately (the Kirby anime is literally the only kind of portrayal I know of). This is all just for funsies, especially since spooky season is already here on Tumblr! This idea all came from a random shitpost I made a few months ago, and after seeing how much traction it got, I decided to finally write a short story about it. I am also planning to draw this AU, too, so stay tuned for that!

Content Includes: Flirting and Slight Suggestiveness (no explicit NSFW)

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“He fills me with horror and I do not hate him. How can I hate him, Raoul? Think of Erik at my feet, in the house on the lake, underground. He accuses himself, he curses himself, he implores my forgiveness!...He confesses his cheat. He loves me! He lays at my feet an immense and tragic love. ... He has carried me off for love!...He has imprisoned me with him, underground, for love!...But he respects me: he crawls, he moans, he weeps!...And, when I stood up, Raoul, and told him that I could only despise him if he did not, then and there, give me my liberty...he offered it...he offered to show me the mysterious road...Only...only he rose too...and I was made to remember that, though he was not an angel, nor a ghost, nor a genius, he remained the voice...for he sang. And I listened ... and stayed!...That night, we did not exchange another word. He sang me to sleep.”

Gaston Leroux's The Phantom of the Opera

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“Mi rey...” spoke the mysterious voice, “Mi vida... Come to me...”

King Dedede, draped in his white laced night garb, snapped out of his concentration. Glancing over his shoulder, he rose from his desk with expectancy. He searched around his royal chamber. A week ago, the voice had promised him that they will finally meet when the time comes. Tonight was that very moment. “Stranger! I can hear you, but I don't know where you are! Where are you?” Dedede responded aloud.

“Tonight, I shall no longer be a stranger. As I have promised, I will present myself to you.” the voice echoed, “Look into the mirror... Your Dark Angel awaits inside.”

Dedede glanced at the mirror. Look into the mirror? But there's nothing behind the mirror – he was sure of it! Out of all the secret entryways, emergency escape routes, and hidden corridors, a mirror was the last thing Dedede was concerned about. What could a mirror possibly hide, he thought to himself. But as the mirror across the chamber began to creak open and the gaping crack oozed with billowing fog, he got his answer.

Behind it was darkness, and in the darkness was a mask.

The mask was silver and ornate with black jewels. It faced Dedede, and as Dedede looked closer, he could make out a long black cape below it, wrapped and almost camouflaged. He stepped closer. But he could not make another inch – hesitation took over his instincts. He swallowed, pushing himself to walk towards his Dark Angel. His struggle melted when a hand appeared and lifted itself from underneath the cape, reaching for Dedede's hand. Mesmerized, Dedede inched even further towards the mirror. His curiosity and fascination overpowered his second-guessing. The Dark Angel was here and it was far too late to turn back now. The king placed his hand over the Angel's, and gently did he hold on. Before he knew it, Dedede was being whisked away into the darkness, leaving behind the comforts of his chamber.

Dedede did not know where they were going. He could not see anything at first. But then lights – gold candelabras hanging on stone walls – illuminated their path. With his sight finally clearer, Dedede could now make out who this mysterious stranger was. And what a mysterious character this Dark Angel was! In fact, nothing about his appearance was angelic. Dedede turned to glance behind. “Ah, mi amor, por favor...” the masked Angel pleaded, “Do not look away. I promise that no harm will come to you. I have waited so long for this moment, and at long last, here we are. Together, as destiny foretold.” Further down the candlelit stone hallway they went, stretching deeper into wherever it lead. Soon, the Dark Angel, his hand still holding on to Dedede's, pressed a hidden button among the stone bricks. As the button activated, a secret door opened right in front of them. There behind that concealed entrance was an astonishing sight.

The large chamber was completely adorned with candles in almost altar-like fashion, shedding light on the various carvings of melodramatic scenes. The figures, some semi-nude, eternally displayed in almost every corner, posed with such a passion Dedede only found in film and novels. He blushed at the very sight; his eyes continued to wander. There before them was a massive organ, masterfully crafted in gold and polished wood, placed in the middle of a mural. Where did all of this come from? How did this Dark Angel manage to get this setup within the castle?

Or rather...Underneath the castle?

With a dramatic flip of the cape, the Dark Angel welcomed the confused yet enchanted king. “Here is where light ends and darkness reigns. This is where music is born – worshiped! Here, music is the breath of life! Here is where I reside.” he spoke to Dedede, “And here... is where you will know the truth.” Dedede watched as his masked host approached him. His eyes – eyes that glowed beneath the mask – softened as they met Dedede's with an overwhelming adoration. “Mi rey...” the Dark Angel cooed, pulling a bright red rose from behind, “The love that I have for you is beyond mere words. I have seen you from afar – from within the shadows – and I have longed for our romance to bloom. Ah, but I must confess; a thousand apologies for not introducing myself properly. I... am the Phantom Knight... Your Phantom Knight.” Dedede could feel his feathers poof from his chest, the warmth burning bright all over his face. His heart raced with such vigor that he could almost faint from surprise. Delicately, Dedede accepted the rose.

“I... T-thank you...” Dedede politely said, trying his best not to be afraid. Although he was familiar with the Phantom Knight – his voice for the most part – everything was becoming a blur of emotions. Flustered... Scared... Bashful... Concerned... The Phantom Knight, gently, as if he could shatter his royal object of affection into pieces, caressed Dedede on the cheek. “It pleases me to know that you are not afraid of me. Many in this world fear me, so much so that I have to hide away in these walls.” The Phantom Knight continued, “Ah, your majesty... Magnifico....Your handsomeness has bewitched me. It blinds me. Si, it does! And I speak with greatest sincerity.”

Dedede began to lean against his hand, just ever so slightly. A newfound amorous sensation blossomed within him as a soft smile began to crack. He could not help it. A sigh escaped his lungs as he begins to swoon. Pulling Dedede close to him, the Phantom Knight whispered so sweetly, “Eres mi hermoso angel... You belong to me, and to me alone...”

💮Repost from my LMK twt💮

All I Need Is You In My Arms [ A HotHeels Shipping Fic ]

Word Count: 1,129

Fic Type: Fluff

Characters: Shoe Store Guy, Redson, MK, Mei , Yang [ Redson's and Shoe Store Guy's adopted son ], Bob, General Ironclad 

Note: 

-For people who don't know what this ship is HotHeels shipping is the ship between Redson and Shoe Store Guy

-Sorry for any grammar mistakes! This takes place after the events of season 4 after Redson was freed from the scroll.

-Also yeah Redson doesn't act like his cannon self very much in this but I hope you don't mind that ^^;

Extra note: This is also based off a headcanon I posted a while back where they are married and adopted a child together [ which I haven't posted yet here but I will soon ]. Also I'm still new to fanfic writing so sorry in advance-

Finally everything was back to normal, those who were stuck in the scroll of memories were free. MK would currently be walking with Redson smiling " Good to see you back Redson! I'm glad you're finally safe bud! " He spoke looking up at Redson. Redson would be walking with his hands in his pockets " Being in that scroll was certainly…interesting to say the least " he spoke before looking over at Mk " How is it that no matter how difficult the situation you deal with you always seem to come out on top? " He asked looking at MK who would give a small chuckle rubbing the back of his head gently " Not sure to be honest with you " He replied. Redson would simply shrug and continue walking with him adjusting his glasses.

That's when in the distance he saw Mei  with a familiar person to him, a turquoise haired male. He would stop walking as his eyes widened a little. MK would notice and stop as well looking over confused " Hey Redson you okay? " He asked confused. That's when Redson suddenly started running causing MK to jolt in surprise before following " Woah what's going on!? Something happening?! " He asked concerned. Redson didn't say anything soon Mei noticed him coming over and waved smiling " Heya Red Boy what's up? " She asked. She jolted though when he ran and tackled the turquoise haired guy she had been walking with in a hug " What?! " She said surprised " Do you and the Shoe Store Guy know eachother or something??? " She asked puzzled. Shoe Store Guy was at first confused and surprised by being tackled in a hug as him and Redson fell down from the momentum until he finally looked up, his eyes grew wide seeing Redson " Redson!? " He said shocked. He would quickly hug him tightly keeping the fire prince close as he teared up " Oh god where have you been!? I have been looking all over for you for months! " he spoke still in shock that he found him but also relieved that he had him in his arms. " It's a long story… " Redson replied, hugging him still before sitting up with him " But I'm here now " he added, wiping Shoe Store Guy's tears away before resting his forehead against his for a while, now just relaxing with the turquoise haired male in his arms. His turquoise haired lover would rest his head on his chest, calming down as he held onto him " I missed you so much…I thought you wouldn't come back " Shoe Store Guy said softly as he held onto him tightly, as if he let go Redson would vanish. 

Mei would kinda just watch confused unsure what was going on til it clicked and she gasped and squealed in excitement. MK would just look at her puzzled " What is it Mei? " He asked, confused. " Redson and the Shoe Store Guy are a couple! " Mei replied happily looking at MK and he was shocked by the news " Huh!?! When did they start dating?- " Mk said surprised. " We're actually married, you just didn't notice until now " Redson replied, looking at MK with a straight face. Mk would just rub the back of his head gently looking off to the side. 

" I think they are super cute together! " Mei said cheerfully as she looked at the two. Redson would get up pulling Shoe Store Guy up with him and just wrap his arms around him gently, resting his head on his shoulder not caring that Mei and Mk were watching them at this point " Let's go home " Redson mumbled holding Shoe Store Guy more. The turquoise haired male would simply nod running a hand through Redson's hair " Yeah we should '' he replied before Redson stood up straight again taking his hand before teleporting away with him in a ball of flames. 

Once back home Redson would walk with him holding his hand as he looked around the place. It felt like an eternity since he's been here even though it's only been about a month, then again being inside the scroll for any amount of time can make you forget the passage of time. As they walked through their home they could hear Redson's bull clones chatting about something. Curious about this, Redson decided to go to where they were and peaked his head into the room. In there he saw his son Yang doing what seemed to be some math problems and two of his bull clones trying to help him with it.

" Uh…what does pie mean in an equation? Can I eat it? " Bob, one of the bull clones, said trying to be funny but was just met with unamused looks by Yang and General Ironclad." Seriously Bob? " General Ironclad spoke as he fiddled with Yang's calculator to try and figure out the math problem. " I swear that last battle you were in must've knocked a few screws loose- " he added looking down at the tiny calculator " Yang why is your calculator so tiny?- " he asked Yang looking over at him " It's not tiny it's just you got big hands " Yang replied. As the three went back and forth with each other Redson was just watching them while Shoe Store Guy was beside him trying not to laugh. 

Eventually one of the three noticed Redson and Shoe Store Guy standing in the doorway, it was General Ironclad who upon seeing Redson dropped the calculator he was holding and quickly got out of his seat and stood up straight. Yang was confused by General Ironclads sudden change in demeanor before looking over and noticing both of his dad's in the doorway. His eyes widened seeing Redson and quickly got out of his seat and ran to Redson " FATHER YOU'RE OKAY!!! " he shouted as he ran up and hugged the fire prince tightly relieved his father was back. Redson hugged his son back, holding him close as he felt a wave of peace wash over him now that he reunited with his family.

Finally he was back where he wanted to be…back with his family and holding them in his arms  

me thinking up shipping-focused AUs while having absolutely zero knowledge on how to write romance other than other people's fanfics.

I think people sometimes misunderstand why we come up with such elaborate justifications for shipping two characters together. I don't justify my ships because I feel that I need to; I justify my ships because squinting at the published canon with furrowed brow and asking myself "okay, how exactly would this work?" is my idea of a good time.

Love ships where its like some guy with autism and his special interest is his wife

Just found out today that my friend posts fanfiction as well.

She told me, nervously, that she posts her writing. And I was like oh! me too!

And her eyes lit up, I’m saying, LIT. UP.

She was like… what do you write?

I was like… fanfiction.

And she was like girl…

ME TOO!

I asked where she posts her writing.

She whispered “Ao3.”

Girl…

ME TOO.

The duration of our conversation included giggling and talking about our fandoms like maniacs.

The best feeling is when you’re able to invite a friend into your secret world of fandoms and fanfiction.

"We're together in every universe" this "we'll always find eachother" that. What about this is the only universe that we're together in. What about there is no other way this could have worked. What about this is the only place that we have found each other. And goddamn it if we aren't going to make the most of it.

Stop putting DNI on your tags and stop bringing shipping discourse into AO3

AO3 hid the story and asked OP to remove the tag (the fanfic is not even removed) due to the inflammatory tag. That's deserved. AO3 is not a social media for people to fight over ship and chronically online discourse. It's a library. If people keep bringing DNI and discourse into AO3 it'll make the place toxic for writers and reader.

What are you trying to accomplish with putting DNI? Do you think people actually care about DNI? No, it's just making you looking like an asshole doing this

Also AO3 was founded by a Wincest and Thorki shipper. Astolat made AO3 because FF net and other sites keep purging nsfw fanfic. AO3 is literally made for problematique shipper that op don't like.

Then OP doing this? For what? People want to enjoy reading their fanfic not seeing DNI and online discourse on AO3. I hate using the word virtue signaling as it's often used to demean progress but this is what a real virtue signaling looks like 🤦🤦‍♀️

(I bet op wrote more inflammatory tags on their fic other than 'proshitter DNI get a life' because it take a lot to get your story hidden or removed)

Poll Tuesday

I feel like I’m exposing myself a little bit with this bc my introduction to fic is soo random I think, but whatever your answer please tell me the story! I wanna know haha

Fallen Leaves

@darkmedolie @lemonbaloni @augie-the-better-brother @salamifuposey

M.B.’s note: This is my and @minnesotamedic186​’s fanfic collaboration for Sweetlopek and Dryad from Mario + Rabbids: Sparks of Hope! We had such a fun time coming up with this story, and there will be a Part 2 for Fallen Leaves. This is also our first contribution to our (sort of) newly found ship: Sweetleaves (Sweetlopek x Dryad)!

Medic’s note: For context (and so no one thinks we're up to something-), Dryad can shapeshift into three different forms: the one you see in Sparks Of Hope, a more humanoid form to match her maturity, and a monster form for when Dryad feels the need to protect the Spellbound Woods.

Art Courtesy by @minnesotamedic186​ 

Content Includes: Nothing! 100% Clean and Wholesome!

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When he swung down his axe, Sweetlopek’s instincts told him that something was wrong. He expected the tree to stand still until he completely chopped it down, but when he made the first swing, the tree toppled like a weed in the wind. In his entire lumberjack career, Sweetlopek had never witnessed something like this before. He placed his axe down and examined the bark. It was soft - murky even - and he could easily grab a chunk of bark by the fistful. Just as he thought, something was definitely wrong.

The only person he knew that could tell him what was happening with Spellbound Woods was the Dryad herself. A pesky pixie, that one. Always trying to butt in with her magic and distracting him from doing his job. But with this lumber being practically too weak to use for anything, there was nothing else he could do. He had to find her. With a hefty sigh, Sweetlopek took a swig of his bottle and headed towards Dryad’s nest. As he walked through the familiar trails of Palette Prime, he began to notice his surroundings. The vibrant colors of oranges, reds, browns,  gold and amber, had become… duller.  Faded. Almost lifeless, even. His eyebrows furrowed with concern and he quickened his pace. Whatever was happening, it must stop! 

Strange, Sweetlopek thought to himself, the season just started. It shouldn’t be winter already.

The more he ventured through the woods, the more greyer it became.  Soon, Sweetlopek was surrounded by crooked branches, piles of brittle dead leaves, and dry soil beneath his boots. The crunching of his steps echoed in the dead silence. A chill shuddered through his spine.  He needed to find Dryad, and fast. Shaking the chill off, he dashed, going deeper towards her home. By the Stars, the lumberjack muttered to himself, what is happening in the woods? When he finally reached Dryad's hideout, Sweetlopek hollered out her name. No response. He hollered again. Nothing… But then, a small squeak! His ears perked up and he followed where it came from. Another squeak - he was getting closer. The squeaks were coming from the nest! Sweetlopek approached the nest. At first, Dryad was nowhere to be seen, until he looked even closer. Sweetlopek was used to seeing Dryad as either a pesky red-haired fairy, or a horned beast with a mane resembling fire. Now she was so small she could fit in the palm of his hand, her skin a sickly pale gray.

The lumberjack’s heart dropped like a stone falling into a river. “D…Dryad?” Sweetlopek spoke to her, “What happened to you? What’s going on with the trees?” Dryad strained to open her eyes. She went to speak, only to let out a tiny sneeze. Squeak! A cold breeze brushed her fur, causing her to shiver. Sweetlopek rushed over and gently picked her up. He held her close to his chest. Dryad’s petite mitten paws slowly reached over and held onto his flannel. “Oh dear…” he sighed with worry, “Um… Don’t worry. I’ll… get you someplace warm. It’s not much, but it’s all I can do.” With the small, frail Dryad in his arms, Sweetlopek went out of Spellbound Woods and returned to his home.

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He lit a match and hovered it in the fireplace. Luckily, he had enough logs to keep his home warm for the colder seasons. As a lumberjack, Sweetlopek prided himself in being diligent, thinking ahead for anything that may happen during the season. But out of all the things he thought about, taking care of an ill nature spirit never occurred to him. He didn’t think that such creatures like Dryad would even get sick. Nevertheless, he had to help her. For his business!

Of course… his business…

As the fire grew warmer, he turned to see how Dryad was doing. He had wrapped her in a wool blanket, which was probably more of a giant fortress than a blanket. Dryad cradled inside his makeshift nest, her tiny body still shivering. Sweetlopek sighed, thinking to himself, how am I going to cure her? Perhaps the blanket is too big? After a moment of pause, he snapped his fingers and rushed into his bedroom. There, placed in front of his bed, was his drawer. He opened it and inside were full of clean socks, shoved haphazardly in one giant pile. Taking the softest one he could find, Sweetlopek rushed back into the living room. Last thing he wanted to do was leave Dryad all by herself in her condition for too long. “Um, here…” Sweetlopek showed Dryad, “I think this would help you warm up much better.” 

Carefully, he lifted Dryad from the wool blanket with one hand and opened up the sock with the other. Delicately, he slid the small pixie inside her new snug wrapping until the only thing exposed was her face. Sweetlopek held back a chuckle. His amusement became relief when Dryad slowly, surely, and finally stopped quivering. He let out an exhale as he eased into his favorite chair near the fireplace. Although he had managed to warm up Dryad, he still could not figure out how to cure her. He then feared the worst; were these Dryad’s final moments? No! Surely that can’t be it. She can’t be! What would he do when Dryad is gone for good? She has a connection to the trees of Spellbound Woods, so that means they will rot. When they rot, then they won’t be of any good use for lumbering! Sweetlopek shook his head, his thoughts flooding his mind like a broken dam. He then felt a soft tug on his flannel. “Thank you.” Dryad muttered with a sweet smile, “Thank you for taking care of me. I have… gone through this before. I will recover soon. Even beings like myself get sick from time to time.”  Sweetlopek’s anxiety melted away as he looked down at her. Dryad turned to her side and nuzzled her face against the warmth of his chest, letting out a short, little yawn. He couldn’t help but grin - she looked so adorable curled up inside a sock.

Soon, a yawn escaped his lips, too, and he leaned back into sleep.

— — —

Sweetlopek woke up to the sound of utensils. His eyes searched around the living room, and as he did, he realized Dryad was no longer in his arms. Waking up, he lifted himself from his chair and followed the noise into the kitchen. “Dryad…?” Sweetlopek asked wearily. “Oh, Sweetlopek! You’re awake! Forgive me, I was just making some tea for the both of us. I hope you do not mind.” Dryad cheerfully greeted. Sweetlopek paused. Her size had grown significantly, big enough to be the same size as a teddy bear. He watched her brew the tea as he helped himself to his own dinner table near the window. “I didn’t know you could make tea. What kind are you making?” he asked, noticing the unfamiliar ingredients right next to the kettle. “Oh, I actually learned how to make tea when a Druid from Terra Flora visited Palette Prime. I think his name was, Alkementor.  He taught me as a trade for some pumpkin spice for his potions. This is a special brew made from the plants all around Spellbound Woods. Their healing properties are great for all sorts of conditions. It can even give you lots of energy for the day.” The kettle whistled as Dryad lifted it from the stove and poured the tea into two mugs. She then finished by garnishing the tea with some berries. “Here you go.” Dryad smiled, handing a cup to him. Sweetlopek nodded as a thanks and blew over his cup. With a giggle, Dryad floated over to Sweetlopek and placed a small peck on his cheek. The lumberjack jumped, his face and ears turning bright red. “Thank you for yesterday. I truly appreciate it; I will never forget it.” she whispered to him.

Sweetlopek’s heart skipped a beat. As he sipped his surprisingly delicious tea, he could not help but feel a tinge of a warm smile.

Do you ever have those rarepair fics that you are so proud of but only a handful of people are ever likely to read? And it makes you sad to think it's never going to be well-read.

Except maybe there's well-read (in quantity of readers) and well-read, in how much those readers adore it, beloved and reread by a precious few it is precious to, too. Maybe it doesn't need so many to appreciate it when those that do appreciate it so intensely.

I'm sorry, cringe culture can't come to the phone right now. Why? Oh, cause it's dead!

i’m sorry but outta sight outta mind i need to SEE the fics or i’ll forget