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  • gwiezdny--plomien
    02.08.2021 - 11 minutes ago

    Princess or a queen?

    A/N: This was writen really fast, I hope you enjoy. I'm trying to figure out how to become "an aestic writer". Wish me luck
    Pairing: Nicollas Romero x f!reader
    Description: What happens when you let your son choose a way to spend your day off.
    Warning: none, pure fluff
    Word count: 397

    You couldn't exactly tell when you shared your day off. Nicollas is a busy man, he always was and you weren't better. But finally, today was a day when you vould spend some time together. Only you, your husband and your sweet, sweet Rubens.

    You promised him that he can plan your day. Nicollas expected organising some trip on the last second and you expected watching them playing volleyball matches with Hinata. Who knew you both were so wrong?

    When you woke up this morning, you didn't plan being stuck in the cardboard ,,castle'' and you certainly didn' t plan pretending to be a princess. But here you are with a paper crown on your head ,,trapped'' by an evil wizard (who now is helping your brave, brave knight to dress up and look like one) in the Undefeatably Undefeatable Castle. The name is reserved.

    Dear lord. Being mother is hard.

    After a moment, you notices Nicollas coming out from the kitchen. He was wearing paper wizard's hat with the silver stars glued to it and the giant blanket on his arms as the blanket. He sat silently next to the cardboard wall.

    ''What are waiting for?'' you asked quietly.

    ''He's giving me time to prepare my part of the play.''

    ''Oh... And how is going? ''

    ''Terrible, I don't know why I have to a wizard. I think the rolę of the king is better for me.''

    You chuckled seeing concern on his face.

    ''You know, I think it might be a beard.''

    Nicollas gasped dramatically.

    ''You're very cruel for a princess, mi amor. But I think I now why.'' he said leaning closer to you.

    ''Mhm? Is that so?''

    You raised your eyebrow, when he hugged you almost destroying walls of your ,,prison''. When his head was comfortably laying on your arm, he spoke again.

    ''The role of a princess just doesn't suit you, am I right? After all your my wonderful queen.''

    He kissed the corner of your mouth, but you just shooked your head smiling.

    ''You totally don't have a thing for being an actor Nico.''

    He was looking at you peacefully, when you gently pushed him away. His hat slipped a little from the top of his head, but you didn't have time to tell him that, beacuse a show began.

    ''Fear me, you terrible wizard! I am here to save a princess!"

    #haikyuu x reader #haikyuu x you #hq!! fluff #haikyuu fluff #haikyuu!! #haikyuu x y/n #haikyuu headcanons #hq x reader #romero x reader #established relationship
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  • slytherinnbitch
    02.08.2021 - 1 hour ago

    Day 5: Face Mask

    Tagging@cupofsquirrelfan beforehand because I always forget at the end ://

    Warning: Contains idle threats of murder, somewhat mature content.

    "I still don't understand how these help." Harry whines as he shifts uncomfortably in his chair while Draco appiles a face mask. Cucumber and honey, this time.

    It's become a ritual at this point, every third Sunday of the month they'll sit down after lunch and have a nice long skincare break. They would apply face masks, then those eye things and those lip things. All of them squishy and he couldn't remember most of their names. Good thing he has Draco for all that.

    "I'll hex you into next week if you don't stop saying that every time we do this." Draco says, his words a harsh contrast to his touches, that were gentle as ever.

    But I love riling you up, my love.

    Not that he would ever say that, he was sure he would be hexed in actuality if he did.

    "Whatever gets you off," he says casually, making Draco tighten his arms threateningly around his neck for a moment.

    "What? Not going to kill me then?"

    "It's not on the agenda till next Tuesday." Draco replies calmly and Harry looks at him in disbelief. He knows Draco won't just take up being a hitman all of a sudden but still who knows?!

    "Keep trying to figure out if it's true or not."

    "Probably true, so is it gonna be me? Might as well say my goodbyes to everyone. Especially Ginny." That does the job and Harry somehow manages to hide his smile.

    "Yes of course. Go tell Ginny I'm murdering you next Tuesday. I'm sure she would be happy to know that, Merlin knows you have been a pain in her arse for quite long." Draco replies smoothly and he knows it's true. Ginny would probably side with Draco on this one, Circe knew how these two become such good friends.

    "Yeah, maybe I'll go and say my goodbyes to Jeremy. He would be so wounded to know that I won't be here anymore. Maybe he'll even try to save me, maybe make me stay at his place till he thinks the threat is gone." And he knows that hit a nerve because Draco who had been relaxing beside him with his face mask on, turns to him immediately.

    He opens one eye lazily to find a flash of anger on his face. He smirks and ....Draco smirks back? What's happening now?

    "Oh Jeremy, the American exchange lad? Yeah he probably would. No one to hero worship or fawn over anymore, I guess. I think you should take up his offer, should he offer to take you in for a few days. I would absolutely love the quiet around here." Draco says and he sighs longingly!

    So that's how we are playing, are we?

    "Yeah, I think so too. Ta ever so, for providing the opportunity to spend some quality time with Jeremy," Harry retorts back, "Merlin knows what fun we both shall get upto when I am there." Harry wiggles his eyebrows in a suggestive manner and Draco breaks at last.

    He is upon Harry immediately, he tilts his head slightly then peels off the mask gracefully. He does the same for Harry's mask and looks at him, with those molten silver eyes that does things to his brain still.

    He kisses Harry in such a intense manner that a shiver runs down his spine. Just as Harry starts kissing back, Draco pulls away and attacks his neck and jaw. He is especially sensitive there and Draco knows that very well.

    After placing quite some numbers of hickeys that aren't likely to fade anytime soon. Draco looks up to admire his artwork and then looks up into Harry's eyes.

    "Mine," he practically growls as he leans towards Harry for another kiss. "Go to your Jeremy now, let him see who you belong to."

    "Not going anywhere, love."

    "Oh is that so?"

    "Yes, I'm yours after all."

    "Yes, you're mine and you better remember that, Potter. It won't be pretty otherwise." Draco threatens .

    Harry smiles as he gets distracted in Draco's kisses, he has no intention of ever finding out if Draco is serious or not.

    Day 4: Kids || Day 6: Braid
    Requests open
    #harry potter#draco malfoy#drarry #draco x harry #harry x draco #domestic drarry #drarry established relationship #drarry fluff#drarry drabble#drabble#drarry banter#empty threats#playful banter #drarry and their playful banter #original character #original male character #draco x ginny friendship #jealousy#failed attempt #and that was more fluffy #intimacy#drarry fanfic#drarry ficlet#day 5#tia writes#face mask #one word prompts #prompts
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  • barnxsromanxff
    02.08.2021 - 6 hours ago

    Spider | Bucky Barnes x reader

    Do not repost any of my writes without credit to me

    Request: from @cherry-season

    “Fem reader, arachnophobia. I mean real fear, perhaps Bucky sees reader asking for help from Morgan or Alpine 🤣 fluff.”

    Pairing: Bucky Barnes x f!reader

    Warnings: mention of arachnids (spiders)/ arachnophobia, crawling of bugs, alpine to the rescue?, soft bucky, just fluff!

    A/N: imagine the gif is a cat instead of a puppy! also if you guys didn’t know alpine is buckys cat in the comics, just recently found out and i’m so upset they didn’t give Bucky a cat in the movies/show. anyway requests are up, go check that out and my guidelines<3

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    You sighed as you sat up from your spot in the bed, the two hour nap made you even more tired. Which was kind of the whole point to get rid of, you groggily got up and trudged your way out of the room. The warmth of the sun made your skin tingle as you tried to wake yourself up more, you slapped your face lightly and groaned. Your eyes widened and you moved yourself closer to the ground. Your mouth went dry as you bit your lip, there was a spider in your home. Your eyes moved to see the white fluff laying on the ground near you.

    “Come on Alpine please get up.”

    Your voice was at a small whisper as you nudged the lazy cat, you silently pleaded to him. The cat seemed annoyed as it strolled past you towards the spider on the ground

    “Yes, get that thing.”

    Even though you knew he couldn’t truly understand you, it was calming to see him closer to the black dot of destruction. Spiders have always been your weakness, ever since you were younger and a spider got caught in your hair. It was a traumatizing experience for a 10 year old, ever since then just the thought of the legs crawling on you made you cringe.

    “Alpine.”

    You groaned as he walked away towards his food bowl without even touching the spider, you inched closer to the arachnid and narrowed your eyes. Your fear embarrassed you, even if you knew the fear was shared by millions of others. You felt weak in moments like this, you were a trained assassin for christ’s sake. You had absolutely no right to be scared of such a small little creature.

    “Y/n? Where are you.”

    Buckys voice echoed down the halls and you scrambled up, a scream left your lips as you noticed the spider had somehow crawled onto you. His steps were loud as he rushed towards you, he sighed in relieve to see you perfectly fine.

    “Get it off me!”

    You shrieked and thrusted your arm towards him, shaking it for him to notice the small spider on your lower arm. He laughed lightly and cupped the spider off your arm, the arachnid safely in between his palms.

    “You scared?”

    His amused smirk made you roll your eyes, shifting awkwardly you nodded.

    “Maybe.”

    He hummed and went to the front door to drop off the spider outside, making sure to set it down gently. His caring personality reached everything, apparently including spiders.

    “It was just a small one, wouldn’t have hurt you.”

    His eyes were soft as he made his way over to you, his hands ran up your arms and have them a soft squeeze. His forehead rested on yours and you smiled before glancing over to the meowing cat.

    “Alpine was suppose to take care of it, completely failed me.”

    Bucky laughed and leaned down letting go of you to pet his friendly animal, the white cat shuttered to his touch and meowed again.

    “He’s sort of useless, but he’s adorable.”

    Bucky put on a little smile as those words slipped out his mouth. He loved that cat so much, it was truly sweet to see the bond they had for each other. Alpines legs stretched and he found his way to you, his body rubbed against your ankles and he purred against your skin.

    “Well you tried Alpine, thanks.”

    #lovers#marvel#kissing#marvel comics #bucky x reader #bucky to the rescue #alpine #alpine and bucky #bucky awe #soft!bucky #fluffy bucky#established relationship #bucky is so cute #in love with bucky #bucky barnes fluff #barnxsromanxff #bucky barnes x y/n #bucky barnes imagine #marvel imagines #marvel reader insert #marvel imagine#reader insert #bucky reader insert #bucky requests#writing requests #hope u enjoy! #new writer marvel #marvel writer
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  • tired-lupin
    02.08.2021 - 9 hours ago
    #to be fair to me I had told him I had changed my name and he did use it a lot like every time he spoke to me he first said Del so I #interpreted it as him deliberately using my chosen name for me to validate me so I thought thanking him was good but he just kinda went #yeah ??? and I was like ok bye gotta go I like your shag cut by the way and then ran off so to anyone who thinks I’m good with people? #think again. #I do not observe I just fully run my mouth and I think I may be one of those people who says like half of their thoughts out loud without #context and it’s probably confusing #but with how much I scrutinize everything I do and everyone’s perception of me I’m also extremely oblivious and blissfully unaware of #myself and others it’s a fun little contradiction #that’s why I always try to ask others to tell me what someone thought of me because I’m truly unable to judge it by myself #and when I don’t know and because I don’t trust myself on what I think I default to them disliking me.. it’s a very flawed system I run #and like yeah yeah I need to go to therapy for that but also I literally need an interpreter for others feelings towards me I don’t think #therapy can’t fix my weak observation skills #the only observation skill I have is I know if other people are becoming a thing #I’ll miss established relationships but the beginning stages? I catch that shit so fast but it’s all I got #anyways I’ve spent 2 days trying to figure out if this boy was actually using my name so much because he was talking specifically to me #a lot because he was flirting with me and I just went aw name validation 🥰 @ him instead #I’ll never figure it out #I hate not knowing things #this is why I prefer fictional stories I can just google and read in-depth theories of whatever I’m unsure about #I just want answers and real life interactions leave me with so many questions #do you think if I write a self biography people will analyze all these interactions for me and give me so insight? #it would be from my point of view and unreliable therefore.... damn #anyways yeah the name thibg... we’re slowly getting there and by slowly I mean like the baby hasn’t learnt how to walk yet so there aren’t #even baby steps it’s more a confused crawl sort of to the side more then forward #ooc#ask#anon
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  • downpaths
    02.08.2021 - 9 hours ago
    random sentence starters | accepting!!
    @residualed​​ sent:   'what does a clown have that’s worth stealing?’ / claude @ agent cricket?

    "His time." Cricket removed her jacket, throwing it over the back of her chair. It saved bullet, a single mans life, and cut corners on how long she’d be staying in this period before going back to the Commission for new assignment. The time continuum would be disturbed only by a ripple, whoever was running the show at the desks certainly had changed their tune this time. Easing into the chair at the bar, Cricket scoffed lightly, then smirked at Claude, “What else does a clown have for the taking?” 

    #residualed #verse ; temps commission || cricket #no one around for miles and miles || memes answered #//idk how you feel about pre-established relationship but perhaps these two know each other through their work??
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  • basphemousqueer
    01.08.2021 - 12 hours ago

    making breakfast for ur loved one my beloved <3

    #my brain no longer functions #original post #imagine your fictional other #imagine your favorite character #imagine your ocs #otp imagine #imagine your otp #otp imagines #imagine your ship #imagines#imagine#trope#literature tropes#tropes#relationship tropes#established relationship#tw food#writing#writing ideas#writing prompts#writing tropes#prompts#relationship prompts
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  • fortuniis
    01.08.2021 - 13 hours ago
    @littleblackqrow sent: (▰˘◡˘▰) / kiss drabbles

    “Looks like we’ll be here a while,” Clover commented. At the front of the transport, the autopilot blinked a solid red, while the sudden snowstorm raged outside the window. He couldn’t see anything but a solid wall of white, and he didn’t dare try to drive the transport with such low visibility. 

    They had dropped off the supplies at Amity, and with the mission completed, the best course of action would be to hunker down and let the storm pass. 

    “Just my luck,” Qrow muttered, but Clover just gave him a patient smile as he rose to his feet, leaving their card game forgotten on the crate between them. 

    All Atlas vehicles came stocked for this very event- rations enough to last a week, a battery powered heater and spare batteries, and insulated blankets. Clover pulled one of those blankets from the shelf and turned back to Qrow with a sly smile. 

    “We’ll just have to find a way to stay warm and pass the time.” 

    Qrow scoffed and rolled his eyes. 

    “It’s been five minutes.” 

    “Don’t wanna get cold, do you?” Clover wiggled his eyebrows, earning him another scoff, but it lacked any heat behind it. Qrow scooted over to make room for Clover next to him, and he settled next to the Huntsman with an appreciative hum. 

    He pulled the blanket over their shoulders and settled with an arm around Qrow’s waist, the other clutching the blanket close around them. Qrow leaned into his side, fitting into him like a missing puzzle piece. 

    “This happen often?” Qrow asked after a moment. 

    “Depends on the season. But you always have to be prepared.” 

    “You snuggle up with every Huntsman you get stranded in a blizzard with?”

    “Just the rougishly handsome ones.” Clover pressed a kiss to Qrow’s temple, laughing into the strands of feathery black hair as the Huntsman delivered a half-hearted elbow to his side. 

    They passed a few more minutes in comfortable silence, broken only by the howl of the wind. 

    “Are you could? Do you want me to turn the heater on?”

    “If you get up, then I’ll be colder.” Clover started to explain it wouldn’t take long, that it was better to air on the side of caution in these blizzards, when Qrow leaned up to murmur in his ear, “Why don’t you warm me up?” 

    He didn’t need to ask twice. 

    Clover half-turned to pull Qrow closer, nearly into his lap, slipping one hand under his shirt to drag blunt nails up his back, the other lifting to cup Qrow’s cheek. The first few kisses are slow, and then Qrow tugs Clover’s bottom lip between his teeth, and Clover responds by deepening the kiss, pressing forward until he’s pressing Qrow against the floor.

    The blanket falls down over their legs, already forgotten in the tangle of limbs on the transport floor. 

    “Better?” Clover asked. 

    “Mmm, I’m still a little cold.” Qrow grinned up at him, hooking a leg over his waist to pull him in for another kiss. 

    “Better fix that,” he murmured against Qrow’s lips. 

    He knew plenty of ways to keep them warm, after all. 

    #littleblackqrow #˚ ˖ ˚ ⁀✩ answered || say what you want #drabbles #˚ ˖ ˚ ⁀✩ fair game || without trust there is no love #I went established relationship because they haven't like. officially gotten together in threads yet ghkdjfhg #I think I remember reading chest to chest is the best way to share heat so
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  • mimisempai
    01.08.2021 - 13 hours ago

    Whispers in the night

    Summary:

    There are whispers in the night, some are funny and light and others are serious and deep, but whatever their kind, they are filled with love.

    Notes:

    Could I ever get tired of these two? Maybe... but not today.

    https://archiveofourown.org/works/32969062

    Words 995 - Rating G

    Feeling Loki moving at his side, Mobius woke up. Loki was pressed against his back, his arm wrapped around his waist. Mobius grasped Loki's hand that was resting on his stomach to let him know that he was awake

    "Loki, sweetheart, are you okay?" Mobius asked with a sleepy voice, turning his head back slightly before adding, "Did you have a nightmare?"

    "No it's not that this time." Loki snuggled even more against Mobius' back, "I'm just having a little trouble sleeping because my feet are cold." He took on a pleading tone and Mobius could almost see his puppy dog eyes as Loki asked, "Can you warm them up for me, love?"

    Mobius felt something icy against his ankles. He turned around and slid backwards to get away from his lover's embrace a bit, protesting, "Oh no, keep your frozen feet to yourself, no way am I going to be your heater. Besides, I don't even understand how it's possible for you to have frozen feet when you're not in your Jotun form."

    Seeing Loki's falsely guilty look, Mobius knew he had just been fooled.

    His lover was wrapped in all the blankets and was now looking at him with a satisfied look from inside the pile of blankets.

    "You little minx, you dared to change your shape just to get the blankets back." Mobius pounced on him and began to tickle him on the sides as Loki hid under the covers.

    "You know that won't keep you safe from me."

    Loki sank further into the safety of cover shelter and bravely retorted, "I am strong!  I will resist!"

    Mobius leaned forward and blew into his ear then whispered, "Really?" before blowing into Loki's ear again.

    Loki squirmed and yelled, "I surrender, I surrender!" laughing to tears.

    Mobius then lifted the pile of blankets and asked Loki, "Will you let me in?"

    Loki pushed himself up and made room for him.

    Mobius slipped under the blankets and wrapped his hands around Loki's head, and brushing his thumb across Loki's cheek he asked, a naughty smile on his face, "So, how do you plan to make it up to me?"

    "I wonder how I could do that." Loki asked with a cheeky glance, "A kiss, perhaps?" He brought his lips to Mobius and whispered against his lover's lips, "Do you think that would be enough to make up for it?

    "Maybe." Mobius replied, " Try it and I'll tell you..."

    Loki didn't hesitate and kissed Mobius with all his heart and art.

    It took only one kiss for Mobius to forgive him, but he didn't tell Loki until after the fifth.

    After all he was not the god of mischief, but he also had a few tricks up his sleeve.

    *********

    "Loki?"

    When Mobius had a question that was on his mind, he always waited for the moment when they were about to fall asleep. Probably because the position they were falling asleep in didn't allow Loki to look at him and he felt more comfortable saying what was on his mind.

    They were against each other, Loki's back against his chest and Mobius wrapping his arms around him. They always fell asleep like this, they had tried to reverse it but they always ended up in this position, because Mobius, after almost losing Loki, needed to feel him in his arms, and Loki loved to feel protected in Mobius' arms.

    Loki simply replied, "Yes, love?"

    Mobius tightened his arms around him, gave him a kiss below the ear before whispering, "Are you happy with the path you've taken?"

    Loki took his time to answer, because he felt that the question was important for Mobius. The answer to that question was actually easy though.

    "I am, because at the end of the day, we're here like this."

    It was the bare truth.

    Sure, they had suffered, they had made each other suffer, they had faced a lot of hardship but in the end, they were here, alive and happy and most importantly, together.

    "So you wouldn't change anything in your life?"

    Loki shook his head. Mobius's arms tightened around him again and he felt a kiss on the top of his head this time.

    Mobius and Loki were different, but their insecurities were the same, fear of not doing or being enough, fear of disappointing. Loki knew that neither of them would have enough of a lifetime to convince the other that he was enough as he was.

    That's why he didn't hesitate to ask gently after a few moments.

    "And you, Mobius, do you regret some of the choices you've made?"

    Mobius didn't seem surprised that Loki asked him the same kind of question in return, it was always like that between them. The perfect balance.

    "If I regret some of my choices? Yes, of course I do. But I don't regret the choices that brought me, that brought us to this moment in time."

    This time, Mobius had taken his hand and kissed each of his knuckles, before placing it on his heart and covering it with his own.

    Loki, safe in his arms, asked the question that often came back to haunt him.

    "Don't you sometimes think that you would have liked to be with someone easier than me?"

    Loki had always been clear about himself, first his father and then the universe in general made it clear that he was hard to love, if not impossible.

    He had been convinced of that. Until Mobius came along and changed everything.

    Mobius who didn't hesitate to tell him that he was worthy of being loved again and again and even now.

    "Someone easier? But there's nothing easier than loving you sweetheart."

    Loki turned in Mobius's arms and this time it was he who kissed him before snuggling up to him.Yes, they would always need reassurance, but one thing was certain, their only truth to each other.

    Each was the safe place of the other.

    _________

    Series to which this one shot belongs : X

    As always, bear with me as it is not beta'd and english is not my native language I hope you enjoyed it nonetheless🥰

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  • therubyjailcell
    01.08.2021 - 13 hours ago

    One Step At A Time, We'll Go On - [Remus & Dee bonding fic]

    A/N: This is a short thing that I wrote as a small snipet of my characters in the RP I have going on currently with my boyfriend, @clownchecked​ ! And because it wasn't really an interaction per se, seeing as I'm playing both of them, I was originally planning on writing a short thing to send him, but it ended way longer than planned, so might as well make it a short fic. Enjoy~
    Summary:
    Virgil and Remus have been dating for a while now. Their relationship was kind of a mess, to be honest. Except Virgil got 3 kids, only one of which is Remus's, and his teen child is not liking Virgil having a new boyfriend. And Remus would like Dee not to feel trapped in their own house again.
    TW: Reference to a dead character (Logan), family conflicts
    Ship: Background Dukexiety, past Analogical
    WC: 1804

    Listen - Remus had made up his mind a while ago. He was pretty sure he'd known since they got together, actually, but he'd come to terms with the fact that he really wanted this and that he would do it for real, a while back still. The only other step before proposing to Virgil was, in Remus's opinion, Dee.

    Hear him out: Dee might be Virgil's kid (and not the one who made the decision anyway), they still were very important and had to be taken into account. Especially since they were barely allowing Remus to be in the same room - though that was getting so much better lately, and Remus definitely had noticed how, even though they still wouldn't start the conversations, they actually did exchange convos with him now. Either way, he wanted them to know beforehand what he was planning, and to, y'know. Agree to it. Remus's goal had never been to make life harder for Virgil nor Dee, and he wanted to make sure Dee was okay, because despite them doing their best to show how much they despised him, Remus actually cared for Dee. And while they still had to learn that Virgil wanted Remus to move in with the rest of them, he figured they were smart enough to know what would follow, and that this would at least feel like they were in control of things. And yes, Remus would wait if Dee refused, he did want to show them they could at least trust that he would respect their boundaries.

    All in all... He was so stressed about this. He had gotten a ring custom made to be unique, and to be honest, he hoped Dee would at least hear him out.

    Dee wasn't stupid, alright? They could very much see that Remus was definitely a permanent feature now, and that he was spending more and more time over. They weren't sure how to feel about it. But at least the other didn't suddenly move in without warning, they supposed. When they heard a knock at the door that afternoon, while Virgil was busy outside, and Remus was keeping an eye on the littlings and them, they had a feeling that they weren't escaping this conversation. They were doing better though, nowadays. They could tolerate Remus talking to them (with them, even). They also noticed his efforts to keep in mind their boundaries, and how attentive Remus was to them. They had asked Virgil whether he was the one who told Remus about their tastes, and likes and dislikes, only to get a confused look from their dad as he asked why he would share personal stuff about Dee to Remus without asking Dee first. That left Dee with a confused feeling, between the need to cry, and the urge to yell. Anger, sadness, worry, regret, grief - they weren't sure exactly what was causing it, it felt too complicated to entangle it, but they sure felt it.

    Either way, that knock meant tough convo ahead - the littlings were napping, and Remus usually worked during nap time, so. This was a real conversation. They weren't sure what to expect, honestly. They hesitantly told Remus to come in, anxiety rising, and Remus made sure to enter slowly, and not to go too far into the room.

    "Heya Dee. Think we could have a small chat? Nothing bad, I promise - just wanted to know your opinion on something."

    Dee kept quiet for a bit, before they nodded and sat on their bed, discreetly holding onto their plushy, hoping it'd comfort them. Worried kid. Remus definitely noticed, but kept quiet about it, and smiled encouragingly to them. He wanted them to be okay and feel like they could express themself, it was important. He hesitated for a bit, before nodding and giggling a little.

    "I'm sorry, I'll be honest, I'm a bit nervous. But I want to preface it all by saying I truly want to know how you feel about the thing I wanna talk about, and that I promise I will respect your opinion, and I won't do anything to go against it. Okay?"

    Dee kept quiet, before muttering a "okay", clearly unsure how to respond. It wasn't surprising, they didn't have much to go on, to be fair. Remus took a deep breath, fidgeting with the box in his pocket, before taking it out slowly. Dee was watching him attentively and frowned a bit, confused.

    "I would like to ask you if you would be okay with me proposing to Virgil."

    The sentence hung there in the air for a bit, Dee staring at Remus silently, their face visibly showing the whirlwind of emotions they were currently feeling. Remus felt bad immediately for dropping this like a bomb.

    "I really love your dad, and I would like to marry him at some point. However, I don't want you to be upset by the news, or uncomfortable, or to feel like I'm imposing, so I wanted to ask you first, and well. I'll only follow through if you're okay with it. But if you're not, well... I don't mind. I can wait, it's okay." He smiled at the teen. "It's okay if you're upset, or if you don't want me to propose, I won't hold it against you I promise. And Virgil will never know about any of this either, promise."

    Dee kept quiet, looking down as they tried to process everything. Remus wanted to propose... and he wanted them to agree to it first? That felt weird. And very much new, considering they hadn't exactly been warned ahead of time nor asked for their opinion much when it came to Virgil and Remus's relationship. Though the talk with Virgil had helped soften the repeated blows from before, it still felt bad, and Remus asking now felt foreign.

    They kept quiet, and this seemed to worry Remus, because the other spoke again. "I promise this isn't me trying to impose nor me trying to force anything on you. And I really do not mind it if you'd rather I didn't propose right now. It's okay, and you're totally valid in how you feel. And I'm not trying to replace your dad either, and I know I'll never be him. Virgil will always love Logan, and I know that, and I promise I'm just asking because I want you to feel okay in your own house."

    Oh. Right. Dee looked at their lap at that. Because a marriage led to moving in together, right? Dee hesitated at that, because they really weren't sure they wanted to live with Remus. Though it had gotten better, hadn't it? It wasn't like that at first. And, though they'd never admit to it to anyone else... Remus was kinda nice. He cared for Patton very much, and he took care of both Patton and Thomas, even though he only technically had to do that with Thomas - regardless of what Remus and Virgil, and Patton even, said, Dee still couldn't face the idea of Patton considering someone else his dad too, it was too hard. And even with them, Remus was nice and caring.

    And they did have to admit that they didn't mind him being there as much, and it was kinda nice to have the house be... less empty sometimes. Because Remus was loud, and kinda everywhere, and honestly super clumsy, but also super mushy, it felt... familiar, though foreign. Kinda felt like home, sort of. Just slightly to the left. Not to mention how happy Virgil looked - though it always looked kinda upset whenever Dee was around, but that was mostly because Dee had been very awful about Remus, and that probably was why Virgil looked sad or worried so much. Or angry. Either way, Dee didn't like it much, though they felt like they couldn't stop themself from being like that.

    Remus had kept quiet since Dee had looked down, and Dee was grateful he hadn't pushed. They considered their next words very carefully, trying to craft an answer that wouldn't feel like a lie, one way or another. But how do you answer a yes/no question when you have so many doubts? Dee wasn't sure. They felt conflicted. They looked at the other and Remus gave them an understanding smile. "It's okay, take your time - I'm not in a rush, I promise."

    Dee hesitated before mumbling "Can I see it...? The ring?" and that made Remus lit up. It wasn't quite an answer, but it was something, and he was very happy about it. Especially since that something wasn't them yelling or throwing things at him. He went to sit on the floor next to Dee's bed, and opened the box to reveal a quite frankly beautiful ring. It was black, with purple and green shards in it, that seemed to shimmer and shine, though it was discreet enough, and definitely Virgil's style. Dee teared up - it was magnificent. Their dad would love it, and it clearly showed that Remus cared and paid attention. They gulped a little.

    Remus looked at them at that, probably hearing them sniffle a bit, and frowned worriedly. "I'm sorry, did I do something wrong...? I'm sorry if I upsetted you, or anything, I didn't mean to." Dee shook their head and tried to dry up their tears with their fist, but it didn't work that well. Remus closed the box and put it back in his pocket, shifting so he was facing them, and took their hand softly, leaving plenty of time for them to pull away. They didn't, and he squeezed their hand.

    "Are you okay?" Dee shrugged at the question. They weren't sure. "That's fair," Remus answered, before humming, "It's okay if you'd rather not answer right away. We got all the time in the world. Would there be anything that could help you feel better? A movie, a tv show - I can even leave the living room if you want to use the TV on your own." Dee shook their head and sniffled before mumbling "Dad'll love it. The ring... He'll love it, and I hope he- I hope he'll be happy with it."

    Remus squeezed their hand softly. "I picked it specifically for him, after all... I hope he likes it, like you said." He smiled at the 12 year-old and hummed softly. Dee seemed to relax a little, very much overwhelmed, though the humming did help with grounding.

    It took a bit for them to calm down, and they still had a lot of feelings to sort out. But their dad was in good hands, and they should focus on themself - Remus made it clear he was able to wait as long as Dee needed before taking a step forward, and that was something to hold onto.

    #my writing #v can write #pre established relationship #ts sides#ts#ts fic#sanders sides#past analogical#remus sanders#ts remus#janus sanders#ts janus#dukexiety#marriage proposal#ts duke#ts deceit #idk how to tag this lol #either way have my last few contributions to this fandom ever #tss
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  • somegoodsheith
    01.08.2021 - 15 hours ago

    I Need to See (So I See Through You) - a sheith fic

    A fic I wrote for the 5k ficwip challenge on twitter! Fandom: Voltron Legendary Defender Pairing: Sheith Rating/Warnings: Teens and up; no warnings Length: 2057 words Summary: Keith finds out he needs to wear glasses, which surprises him, but it is just another fact of life he needs to accept. With that in mind, he finds a very interesting method of finding himself the perfect pair.

    You can fin the fic here!~   

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  • alidravana
    01.08.2021 - 15 hours ago

    Welcome to my re-posting of my SEAL Team fics (primarily Clay/Trent) in chronological order! Here’s the final chapter for the 11th fic in the timeline:

    Title: Monsters Under the Bed

    Rating: M

    Word Count: 2,497 

    Warnings: Implied childhood sexual abuse, memory loss, flashbacks

    Summary:  

    While the search for Ray continues, tensions continue to raise within the broken Bravo team. Can the team help Clay when lines are crossed?
    Day 6 (“In my defense, he was already dead when I got here.”) Prompt for SEAL Team (TV) Week 2021.

    Can be read on A03!  I realized that I hadn’t posted this to tumblr yet, so please see the fic below.

    *****

    Clay sat down wearily, barely registering the loud clang his tray made echoing through the cafeteria. Bravo had just returned from their third consecutive attempt to try to get a lead on where Ray was being held and had come back empty handed. He was exhausted. He had taken so long in the shower that the rest of the team must have already eaten without him. Clay picked up his fork, knowing that even though it felt like eating would take too much energy, he knew that he had to eat something.

    Trent wandered into the cafeteria, looking for his partner. Clay had been missing when the rest of the guys had eaten earlier, and he wanted to make sure that everyone had a bite to eat. The last thing he needed was someone collapsing due to dehydration or hunger. Noticing the familiar blonde curls hunched over a tray, sitting by himself, Trent headed over.

    “Hey,” Trent said quietly as he sat next to Clay. He let himself sit a little closer than he might normally in front of the team, taking the opportunity of the almost empty mess hall. “You okay?” Trent asked, taking in the contents of Clay’s tray. It was a rather small portion compared to what Clay could normally put away, especially after a mission.

    Clay shrugged, focusing on the repetition of the task in front of him - pick up a piece of food, put in mouth and chew, repeat. “Not really feeling like eating,” Clay finally responded. Taking a quick glance around the mess hall, he bumped his knee against Trent’s. “But thanks for the company,” Clay added, relieved that they had a few moments to themselves.

    They had been spun up several times since they had started dating, and typically did an excellent job at keeping their personal relationship and their roles as Bravo 4 and 6 separate. But Clay was finding it difficult this time around. Not being deployed with Bravo for the last three months and now out searching for Ray, he didn’t know how else to describe it other than feeling off. He was so used to having Bravo around him all the time, and to have a part of that team missing, was just unsettling.

    The two managed to enjoy a few moments of quiet companionship and then Brock came rushing in looking for them. Davis had picked up another lead and they were all needed at the briefing, as soon as possible. There was no time to waste.

    XXXXX

    Clay crept down the dark hallway, clearing the rooms one by one with the help of Brock and Piper. He missed Cerberus, but respected Brock's decision on pushing for his retirement. Besides, Pepper seemed to take a liking to him as well. Up ahead, she paused and sat at the last door, indicating explosives.

    Brock motioned for Pepper to return to his side while Clay radioed an update to the rest of the team. Then, Clay checked for traps around the door frame. Seeing none, he nodded to Brock, and the two breached the door.

    As soon as Clay stepped in the room, he started gagging. That awful odour of burnt flesh and charcoal coated the entire room. Covering his mouth and nose with his shirt, Clay moved a bit closer and quickly confirmed that the men in the room were deceased. Slightly ironic when terrorists blow themselves up. The laptop near him was charred and smoking, but Brock packed it in his bag anyways, in case the tech team could salvage any information.

    The two of them quickly exited the room, Pepper whining a bit from the smell. They regrouped with the rest of Bravo and updated Jason on their disappointing discovery. "In my defense, he was already dead when I got there," Clay added, trying to lighten the mood, sensing that Jason was pretty pissed off about their literal dead end.

    "Already dead when you got there? Really Spenser?" Jason said, grabbing Clay by his vest and giving him a hard shake. "Our only lead on where Ray is and you're cracking jokes?" Jason then shoved Clay against the door, his whole body hitting the metal surface with bang. "Move out Bravo," Jason said, not bothering to check on Clay as he headed to their exfil.

    Sonny and Brock both looked worriedly at Clay, who had fallen to the floor in shock. They were concerned for their brother but at the same time, wanted to listen to Jason's orders. Trent waved the rest of the team on, confident in his own ability to check on Clay.

    "Clay? Clay? Do you hear me?" Trent asked worriedly, noticing his partner had spaced out a bit. Clay didn't seem to be focusing on Trent at all, it was like he was somewhere else. "Did you hit your head?" Trent asked, hoping that Clay was still present enough to understand what he was asking.

    Clay was having trouble figuring out what had just happened. "Is he angry?" Clay finally asked in a quiet voice, ignoring Trent's other question.

    "Maybe," Trent responded, pulling out his penlight to check pupil responses. "But that's no excuse to throw you around,” he added. Pupil reaction seemed a bit delayed, concussion perhaps. "Let's get you out of here, you might have a concussion."

    Trent pulled Clay to his feet and quickly had to catch him from falling again. "Dizzy?" Trent asked, frowning when Clay timidly nodded yes. "Metal, I need you to double back," Trent barked into the radio. Bravo had cleared the building, but he was still uncomfortable lingering. Luckily, the team hadn't gone too far and it wasn't long before Full Metal popped his head around the corner. "You rang?"

    Trent motioned for him to grab the med kit and Clay's bag, so that he could help manoeuvre Clay safety out of the building. He was pissed off. He knew that Jason was stressed, but you don't injure your own team members.

    Full Metal took a few glances over at Trent, who was helping guide Clay around the obstacles and towards the exit. He could tell that his friend was furious. Stopping Trent just before they got on the helicopter, Full Metal offered some advice. "Are you angry because a brother is injured or because it's Clay?" He wasn't stupid, he had picked up on something going on between the two men.

    Trent was going to respond both, but then he paused and thought about it. He was definitely going to let Jason know that Clay had a concussion, but he would hold back on the words he really wanted to say until after they found Ray. He nodded at Full Metal, a silent thanks of some sort.

    The ride back to the air base was quiet and uncomfortable. Clay was propped up between Trent and Full Metal, with Metal poking him every once in a while to keep him alert. It was incredibly effective - Full Metal was a very intimidating guy. Meanwhile, Trent was glaring at the back of Jason's head, along with Sonny and Brock.

    As soon as they arrived at base, the laptop was handed over and whisked away to intelligence to see if anything could be recovered. The team was dismissed. Trent insisted that Clay be checked out by the on-call doctor, and had his original diagnosis confirmed - a minor concussion. With pain medication in hand, and the typical ‘what to look out for’ sheet on concussions, Clay headed reluctantly back to their bunk area.

    Clay could feel the pain in his head racket up a few notches as soon as he entered the room. Both Sonny and Brock were glaring at Jason while Trent was actively chewing him out. Clay could hear words like ‘how dare you injure a brother’ and ‘what type of example are you setting’. Even Full Metal was nodding along to Trent’s comments.

    Clay tried to slide past the team to get to his bed without being noticed, but had a stumble along the way. Full Metal reached out to help him and Clay couldn’t help but flinch at his movement. Rationally, Clay knew that Full Metal was one of Trent’s best friends and likely wouldn’t hurt him, but if you had asked him if Jason was capable of throwing him into a wall previously, he would have said no. He shook off Full Metal’s offer of assistance and crawled into his bed, pulling the thin sheets tight around his body.

    Clay turned away from the rest of the team and asked quietly if they would turn the lights down. He then tried to go to sleep. But every time he would get close to falling asleep, he would jerk back awake. Flashes of what happened earlier that evening kept getting jumbled with distant memories from his childhood. The rough grip on his vest, the shock he felt when Jason threw him against the wall, and the pain when he left him on the floor was overlapping with his dad backhanding him and telling him he was worthless, the older foster brother crawling into his bed at night, and all the other experiences that he tried so hard to not remember. He shuddered; this was supposed to be one of his safe places, with his brothers. But he wasn’t feeling safe, wasn’t feeling protected.

    With all of these thoughts running through his head, Clay jumped when he felt a hand on his shoulder. Recoiling back against the headboard, Clay tried to remember where he was. It felt like his brain was all fogged up. “Don’t touch me,” Clay said firmly, but then became more panicked when the man wouldn’t leave. “Please…please let me go,” Clay whimpered, tears starting to fall silently. “Let me go, let me go,” Clay kept repeating quietly, holding his one hand up as to protect himself from a blow.

    Trent looked over at Jason, who was completely shocked by Clay’s reaction to his touch. Jason had come over to apologize, not scare their youngest. Trent motioned for Jason to back the hell up and then slid into Clay’s view. “Clay, it’s Bravo 4.” Trent said quietly, quickly connecting the dots that Jason’s actions had triggered another PTSD attack. Clay hadn’t had one for almost a year now. “You are safe. You are in Tunisia, with the Bravo team.” Trent continued to repeat this sentence quietly.

    Trying to convince Clay that he was safe was the first step. But Trent was getting really worried, Clay was almost hyperventilating and he still wouldn’t look at him. “You are safe. No one here is going to hurt you,” Trent repeated, shooting a glare at their team leader, who wisely backed up even more. Clay continued to cry, his tears turning into full blown sobs. Trent hadn’t seen him get this bad before. Motioning Jason over, Trent whispered “You and the team need to get out of here. And go get Davis, now!”

    Jason didn’t even pause to ask any questions, listening and trusting the team medic instantly. He motioned the team out and sent Brock to go get Davis. He felt horrible. If he had known that his actions would have caused this reaction...no that wasn’t right. Jason knew that his actions were inappropriate no matter what the end result was.

    “Why aren’t we in there helping Bam Bam?” Sonny asked, kicking the wall in frustration. The rest of the team lined the hallway, not really sure what to do with themselves. Their brother was in pain and they couldn’t do anything to help.

    Full Metal closed his eyes. Sometimes he really felt his age. “Because we are intimidating, large men, Sonny,” he said, frustrated that he knew why Trent had sent them out. He could see the change in Sonny’s expression when he finally understood what Full Metal was indicating.

    “Fuck,” Sonny finally replied, sitting down against the wall. The rest of the team nodded in agreement and waited anxiously for Brock’s return. A few minutes later, Brock came dashing back down the hallway, followed by Davis in her pajamas.

    Jason stopped pacing and nodded at Davis. “Lisa, Trent needs your help.” He motioned her into the room.

    Lisa steeled herself, not really sure what to expect. She was surprised when Brock came pounding on her door, saying that Clay needed her. She was lucky that she was at least wearing a decent pair of pajamas and threw on a pair of shoes to follow Brock back to the barracks. She entered the room, quickly taking in the scene. Both Clay and Trent looked wrecked.

    Trent stood up and greeted her, blinking back his own tears. “He’s stuck in a PTSD episode. I can’t,” Trent faltered, disappointed and frustrated that he couldn’t help his partner. “I can’t help him right now,” he added, looking directly at her. “Lisa, I need you to sit with him. Keep telling him your name, that he’s safe, and where he is. If you need help, or if you get him calmed down, please knock on the door for me.” Trent rested his hand on her shoulder in thanks and then also reluctantly left the room.

    Lisa nodded. She would do anything for any one of her boys. Clay was still crying, cuddled up on a bottom bunk. She approached him carefully, treating him like she would a scared child. “Clay? It’s me, Lisa. Or Davis, whichever you would prefer to call me,” She said, sitting on the end of the bed. “Clay, you are safe.” She kept repeating her couple of sentences, hoping to break through to Clay.

    A female voice cut through the fog, interrupting Clay’s intrusive thoughts. “Davis?” Clay asked, squinting at the end of his bed. “Where are we? What happened?”

    Lisa sighed, glad that Clay was recognizing her. “We are in the barracks at the air base in Tunisia,” she said, answering Clay’s first question. “In terms of what happened, I’m not really sure,” Lisa responded, grabbing a few tissues and passing them over to Clay. “Do you want me to get Trent back in here?” At Clay’s nod, she headed over to the door and exchanged places with Trent.

    “Babe?” She heard Trent say quietly to Clay as she closed the door. She smiled slightly, that at least confirmed when she had thought was going on between the two men. Luckily none of the other team members were close enough to the door to hear the term of endearment, except for maybe Full Metal. But when she met his gaze, she knew he wasn’t going to say anything either.

    “How about we all go down to the rec room for some coffee?” Davis suggested, wanting to give Clay and Trent some privacy. She started herding the team down the hall, knowing that there was no hope in hell that the rest of them would get any more sleep that night. But her boys would be alright, with time.

    #seal team (tv) #seal team fanfic #clay spenser/trent sawyer #established relationship #on the job #heed the tags #whump#hurt/comfort
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  • grumpywaterfalls
    01.08.2021 - 18 hours ago

    A Clandestine Reality

    A Clandestine Reality by Tears of Ebon-Grey

    Harry Potter

    Length: 89,982 (complete)

    Rating: Teen & Up Audiences 

    Pairing: Draco/Hermione

    Author Summary: 

    It had always been a subject of discussion that Rose hadn't inherited the famous Weasley red hair... Everyone has their secrets, Hermione Weasley included. But what happens when those secrets finally see the light of day? 

    #Harry Potter#Draco/Hermione #Tears of Ebon-Grey #hp: 50 to 100k #hp: complete#hp: teen#hp: angst #hp: post hogwarts #hp: established relationship #hp: parent #hp: relationship reveal #hp: secret relationship #hp: supportive malfoys
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  • paintmewithmemories
    01.08.2021 - 23 hours ago

    (with a cherry on top)

    “We’d be a family,” Namjoon whispers without daring to open his eyes and see their faces. “You’re already family to me, but… we could be a family.”
    (Or, three times Soobin calls Yoongi and Jeongguk his dads, and one time Yoongi and Jeongguk call Soobin their son.)

    10446

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  • nonotespepperwood
    01.08.2021 - 1 day ago

    Favourite Place

    Sylvie and Violet were called to a police assist at a shopping centre where a man accused of robbery lay face down on the road

    “We were chasing him and then he just collapsed, at first maybe I thought he’d tripped or something but then he never got back up” a lone police officer explains to the paramedics as they bend down to take a look at the patient, they learn he had collapsed due to an extreme drop in blood pressure, they stabilise the man and prepare to take him to the hospital. As they are moving the patient into the ambulance Sylvie hears a voice behind her

    “As I live and breathe, Sylvie Brett”

    “Antonio” Sylvie gasps taken aback as a second police officer dressed in a patrol uniform wraps her in a hug

    “Good to see you how’ve you been”

    “Good, uh, we really need to get this guy to med, his pressure could drop again any minute good seeing you though” Sylvie says half heartedly as she climbs into the back of the ambulance with the patient leaving Violet to drive away.

    When they arrive back at the firehouse, Sylvie makes a beeline for Matt Casey’s office closing the door behind her and shutting the blinds leaning against the door.

    “You’ll never guess who I saw on that police assist” Matt looks up from his desk to see a frantic looking Sylvie

    “I dunno, Burgess?” he asks confused as to why his girlfriend was acting so erratic

    “Antonio”

    “Antonio….”

    “Dawson!”

    “Oh. Oh! What did he say?”

    “Well, I didn’t really give him the chance to say anything, I was out of there faster than we rolled in”

    “Right. So, is he back working for intelligence?”

    “I think… now don’t take my word for it because again I saw him for less than a minute. But I think he’s been demoted to a patrol officer, I mean the call I was at was a store robbery gone wrong, the guy was running away from Antonio and his partner when he dropped like a fly”

    “Oh, how the mighty have fallen” Matt shakes his head when the bells go off causing the two to stand and leave their conversation for another time.

    The call was straightforward, and they were back within the hour, but when they had got back an unexpected guest was in the common room making small talk with Kelly Severide at the coffee machine. Matt and Sylvie were laughing uncontrollably as they entered the common room, Sylvie nudged him gently before wrapping his arm around her shoulder as she gently leaned into his touch, everyone at the firehouse knew about their reasonably new relationship which made the small natural touches the two shared more or less embraced by the other members of the house, which is why when they heard a loud disapproving cough from the coffee machine, they were taken aback a little

    “Antonio” Sylvie says breaking away from the hold she shared with Matt “What are you doing here?” Kelly takes this as his call to excuse himself from the room not wanting to be present from the fallout of Antonio learning about his ex-girlfriend’s new relationship status.

    “Well, we didn’t get to talk much at the scene this morning so I thought I’d stop by and have a chat with my favourite EMT, I can say that now my sisters off doing her thing overseas, Casey” he nods to the man that was still standing beside them. The three of them talk for a while catching up on life events, they briefly fly to the topic of Gabby, they learn that she was no longer working in Puerto Rico and was now working in Panama on a similar project, before long Antonio says his goodbyes to the happy couple and as he is about to make his exit, he calls back to them

    “You guys were almost siblings by the way!”

    Sylvie looks up at Matt and grimaces “Ew” she says with a sour expression on her face

    “I still love you” he smiles and presses a quick kiss to her lips.

    #brettsey#chicago fire#sylvie brett#matt casey#kara killmer#jesse spencer#established brettsey#past brettonio #this was an idea that's been in my head for weeks #antonio would for sure be supportive of them but he can't resist making a comment about how weird their relationship is #gonna be honest the title has nothing to do with the fic but its the best i could do
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  • iolyne
    01.08.2021 - 1 day ago

    it's. so nice to be involved w someone who doesn't feel a need to misgender me

    #not even an established relationship or anything #but jesus lol
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  • a03-anxiousandafraid
    01.08.2021 - 1 day ago

    I’m dropping this really close to the deadline (apologies!!) but here’s the fic I would like to enter for @behind-the-fic ‘s MFC competition! 

    Also a HUGE thank you to @quillandink333 for beta reading this for me and helping to make it better!! <3 <3 <3 

    Advice for Aryll

    Rated: T (CW: language)
    Word Count: 7856
    easier read on a03

    [Post-BotW] Link struggles with recovering memories of his sister while living with Zelda in their Hateno home. Distraught that he forgot her and having to digest her subsequent fate disrupts their lives and leads Link to take drastic measures when something strange happens to Zelda’s slate. 

    Golden wheat galloped across the corners of his vision and reappeared, bright as the striking sun, in the glistening soapsuds climbing up to his elbows. It was a pleasant assault of early afternoon joy absolutely begging for acknowledgement and he couldn’t help but smile at it. He knew what she wanted. What she’d be asking for the second he gave in.

    Deciding to be smart, Link took a long minute to finish scrubbing out the brown ceramic bowl he held below the suds. Dousing it with one last shower of water, he reached for a clean rag and lazily tilted his head towards the bristling ball of energy. Eyes as deep and brilliant as the ocean bore into his soul. Her lip folded neatly between her teeth to keep the tidal wave of excitement from rushing forth.

    Or at least, keep it at bay until she knew his attention was hers for the taking.

    An over exuberant gasp preceded the shrill of her voice, “You have time to play today, right?! Mom said you don’t have to leave again until tomorrow!” Her eyes were wide and pleading, fists tight and vibrating above her chest as if hanging on by an invisible thread.

    Link paused in his work and let the warm pang in his heart pull the corners of his lips higher. “I don’t know, Aryll… cleaning dishes is pretty exhausting,” the long dramatic drawls of his voice not matching the mischief in his eyes. “My poor arms might give out and then it would be all up to you to take my place and wield the sword.” He flicked his wrist with a flourish, spritzing them both with water as he draped his arm over his brow. The cloth, continuing its spin, slapped the side of his face with a heavy, wet thump!

    She cackled at his antics and jabbed a finger into his stomach. “Dummy! I wanna go see the cuccos!”

    “Oh, by see you mean harass,” Link snickered into his sleeve as he dried off his face. “What’s the plan this time?”

    A small squeal shot through her teeth. Rocking back and forth on the balls of her feet, she clasped her hands behind her back innocently and declared, “I think if we go up the winding hill with the large cucco I can jump off the ledge back towards the path with it over my head and I’ll float!”

    Ridiculous and creative- just like her. Entertaining the idea, he let the mental image of her launching into the air with a bird a quarter of her size rest in his mind only to burst out in hysterics a second later. Laughter wracked his ribcage so hard that it jostled the bowl loose from his grip. With a quick stutter of hands, he snatched it out of the air before any damage could be done.

    “Alright, alright. Let me finish this up and then we can go.” He turned back to the sink as his sister’s victorious shriek of excitement began to travel far away. But when his eyes focused on the site before him the sink was dry

    The stack of clean dishes airing out vanished only to be replaced by a simple yellow rag with nothing but a stray fork and spoon resting upon it. He lifted the bowl: a pale beige wood unlike the glazed ceramic he had before. A few stray grains of cooked rice were still caked onto the bottom of it.

    “Link?”

    A light pressure grips his shoulder and when he turns there is hair as golden as Tabantha wheat yet the eyes that meet his are as green as the Farorean forests. Her brows are knit with concern. She studies his face before reaching up to cradle it, thumb stroking the sharp line of his cheekbone absently. When her lips part she questions him with a voice as gentle as rain, “Another memory?”

    His mouth is dry. Tongue thick enough to choke, he doesn’t realize his hands are shaking until Zelda gently takes the bowl from his wavering grasp and sets it on the counter beside them. One hand still on his face, he tries to look away but is steered back to her with ease.

    “Was it another one about her?”

    Aryll.

    He told Zelda about his little sister when the first wave of memories came flooding back. She had known of her, of course, never having had the pleasure of meeting his sister or mother while they were alive. With all the empathy she could muster, Zelda offered him a sad smile and a tight hug in condolence. Though no amount of support could dampen the sting each memory brought with it.

    It had been so painful: seeing a young girl drag him around the grass with delicate fingers and stumpy legs to giggle at frogs and gawk at bugs. Seeing her pluck a small flower from the earth and place it in his hair as if it somehow made him royalty. Seeing her smile with love and admiration only to realize he’d forgotten her. Forgotten about his sister- the turbulent ball of joy who was counting on him to be there for her and he forgot her!

    A deep ache seeps through his chest as he leans into Zelda’s hand. Closing his eyes, Link gives her a small nod in confirmation and slumps into the silence filling the air between them. She continues to stroke his cheek, rubbing comfort back into his skin until he can muster the strength to ask the question teetering at the tip of his tongue.

    “You don’t…” his voice comes out a hoarse whisper, “…you don’t happen to know…?”

    His composure breaks before he can finish. Zelda catches him as he goes down, following him as they slink to the floor onto their knees. She rubs away the tears staining his face and coaxes him to meet her gaze. “I’m sorry, Link. I was omnipresent as Hylia, but I could only focus on small areas at once if at all. I did try to look for your family and for those of the other champions, too. There was just so much chaos. I just don’t know.”

    She cradles him until his shoulders stop shaking. Massages circles between his shoulder blades until his breathing evens out. Only once the turmoil settles into calm waters does she dare to disturb the stillness once more. Tucking a strand of hair behind his ear, she drops her lips to the shell of it and coos, “Would you like me to try and find out?”

    His warm breath fans out across her collarbone. “I-I don’t know.” It stutters forth from his lips, muffled against the fabric of her shirt.

    “Would you like to get out of the house for a bit? Change of scenery?” Her voice tips up with a hopeful inflection, one hand still soothing circles into his back.

    He’s quiet for a moment. This would mark his third breakdown this week, each getting set off in their small Hateno home. Each one about Aryll excited to have him around- excited to be with her again. It’s with a small grunt of effort that he pulls himself up and away from Zelda’s grasp. Rubbing his face clean with his arm, he regards her again with tired eyes. “Y-yeah,” he breathes out slowly. “I… I’m sorry.”

    She sets his unruly bangs back into place with a stroke of her fingers and returns a warm smile. “Nothing to be sorry about.”

    Cleaned up and less disheveled, he lets her drag him the short distance into Hateno proper. Her fingers lace through his in a tight knot, refusing to let go until they reach the general store where she needs both hands to pick up and scrutinize their produce.

    Link watches her intently. Offers up his arms to carry whatever she decides upon but otherwise spaces out to admire the way her nose scrunches every time she discovers a questionable mark or lump on a piece of fruit. He’s a good minute into appreciating the way that she absently swirls the glass jar of milk while going over her grocery list when he realizes there are eyes on him. The shopkeeper is staring expectantly.

    “I-I’m sorry?” he mumbles, trying to swallow down his embarrassment.

    “I said you can set that down on the counter if you’d like. We’ll ring it up when you’re both ready.” He gestures lazily to his partner who seems far more invested in his tattered old book than with doing anything work related.

    “Right,” Link breathes, shoulders stiff and back rigid. “Thank you.” Their items are carefully discarded onto the worn wooden counter. Once he’s sure the oranges aren’t going to roll off the edge he retreats next to Zelda, but she shoos him away almost immediately.

    “You should pick up some more arrows. I’ve been practicing with yours so much the tips are starting to dull.” Zelda sucks her lower lip between her teeth as she scans her list one more time. Satisfied, she hums an approval and shoots Link a reassuring smile, which he returns fondly. Her eyes follow him across the room until he’s at the display. The tenseness of his posture finally melts back into normalcy at the engagement in something mundane and familiar.

    Two glasses of milk, a block of goat butter, and a bundle of cane sugar are added to their pile. Rolling her shoulders back, a bright smile fit for pleasantries plasters itself across her face. Zelda inwardly winces. She’s been in Hateno long enough to ease off the formalities but somehow after one hundred years without a body it’s still ingrained as a habit. Luckily neither shopkeeper seems to be paying attention. A soft “hello” readies itself on her lips and promptly dies when she notices the second attendant.

    It’s the tattered old textures beneath his hand that catch her attention. Leaning over the counter, she slithers her elbows across the polished wood and eyes the yellowing pages with interest. “Beg your pardon, but what is that you’re reading?”

    The clerk looks up with passive eyes and flounders when he realizes who is speaking. Zelda has been in the store enough times over the last few months to be fondly recognized as ‘that cute blonde girl who likes arrows and literature.’ He clears his throat and stammers a greeting, slicking aside a messy tuft of hair with his fingers. “Oh it’s uh, old town records. Found it when I was clearing out some storage.”

    “For property ownership here in Hateno?” she asks, intrigued.

    “Yeah. My grandmother wrote it out before the Calamity and my mother said she stuck it in storage after trying to update it afterwards. Seeing it I-uh…” he rubs the back of his neck with unease, “I can understand why.”

    “Do you mind if I take a look?” She questions quietly, eyes darting towards her companion to verify if he’s listening or not. He’s not. Good, her mind spits out frantically, I’ve got about two minutes before that changes.

    The clerk perks up when Zelda’s eyes land on him once more. “OH! Uh N-not at all!” Limbs stuttering like his words, the book is hastily spun and inched towards her like it’s going to bite. His cheeks are a pasty red as he watches the cute blonde quickly forget he’s even there. A bemused snort puffs out in his ear and he has half a mind to smack his coworker in retaliation but neither of them exists in Zelda’s consciousness as she scours the crisp, yellow pages.

    Let’s see… Flipping the pages frantically, she’s delighted to find the entries were kept alphabetized by surname. Forrester… Forrester… AH! Her fingers glide across the paper to land on the familiar last name. A small yet triumphant smile breaks out across her face. Sliding her finger down, it isn’t long before her nail skims over a neatly written ‘L’ attached to a familiar “i-n-k” and she knows she’s in business. She hastily glances over her shoulder.

    Link’s brows are knit with annoyed disappointment. Holding an arrow up to the light, he gives the fletching a pinch and rolls his eyes in a way that says “shoddy ass craftsmanship.”

    Zelda tries not to snort at his seriousness. It’s so endearing and it’s buying her time yet that means nothing if she can’t stay on task! Shaking her thoughts into place, she lets a thin finger track across his entry. Champion, son of Arn, residency lot F12, status... her heart lurched at the next two words. In a new, looser script the words “deceased- calamity” punctuate the end of the line.

    A raw heat enters her cheeks and she has to take a breath to contain it. Of course he’s marked deceased. Hateno commoners wouldn’t have known about the shrine, but… her eyes track to the entry below it. Aryll… The entry mimics that of her brother’s but without a title. Goddesses, she was still a child. Zelda pulls a hand to her lips and swallows the heartache. Their parents names are entered in the immediate spaces following, each entry ending with the same distinct script “deceased- calamity.”

    Her heart aches. It’s exactly what she had expected yet she couldn’t help but hope her hunch had been wrong. Eyeing the page, it’s easy to see why the clerk’s mother abandoned the records. Her gentle script filled a distinct bar across the page like a plague. Flipping through the book, the same appeared to dominate the rest of the logs. She shuts the burden with a gentle hand. A shaky breath escapes her lips as she focuses on the feeling of worn leather against her fingers, thinks of the lost souls mournfully charted beneath her touch, prays an apology for their delayed recompense.

    A warm touch smoothes across the small of her back with fond familiarity at the same time a bundle of ten arrows is dropped onto the counter next to her arm. Zelda’s eyes snap open with a start. Too engrossed in her musings to hear his approach, she scoffs at herself and playfully thwacks Link in the chest with the back of her hand. “You’re so quiet, you spooked me!” Scooting the book away with the blunt of her hand, she hastily reorganizes the clutter of items before them to hide her nervousness.

    He gives her a lopsided smirk and leans in to press a soft kiss to the spot below her ear. An amused “sorry” escaping his lips before he pulls himself back a respectful foot away.

    Infuriating. Her nerves are screaming at his quick display of intimacy. Flushed pink with embarrassment, she glances up to find the clerk taking the volume back with a jealous scowl directed squarely at Link. Jeeze. Brows now knit with annoyance, Zelda hastily turns towards the second clerk to say, “We’re ready. How much?”

    She’s pleased to note Link’s behavior is back to normal once they reenter the house. Watching him put away the few items they don’t plan on storing in the slate, a stray pang of guilt creeps its way up her throat. I should have asked him if he wanted me to look, she thinks while Link drags out a step stool to reach the top of the cabinets. He’s not sure if he wants to know but I’m not sure if I should keep it from him… He still has to teeter on the tips of his toes to shove a jar of lavender back into place.

    Once he hops down he turns and is immediately met with a body pushing into him. Before he has time to blink he’s trapped between the press of Zelda’s hips and the rough edge of the counter stabbing into his back. Her fingers thread into his hair. His eyes close on instinct. It’s not uncommon for Zelda to get impulsively affectionate and after a rocky morning he’s not prepared to question it. Melting to her will, he lets his arms snake around her back and nuzzles into the crook of her neck.

    “Feeling better?” She breathes quietly into his ear, the sensation making his spine tingle. He nods deeper into her neck and tightens his grip on her ever so slightly. “Good,” she smiles and plants a chaste kiss to his forehead. “Today should be a relax day.”

    But it isn’t.

    They both sit together below the apple tree with books in hand yet despite the blue sky and fresh air Zelda just can’t shake the weighted dread dwelling in the pit of her stomach. Link takes her words to heart, lounging until he starts to fidget from inactivity yet remains at her side like an obedient pet. He knows he can get up and do whatever without needing her permission, but there’s a small voice in the back of her mind saying he stays not just for her.

    There’s a light crease above his brow. A crispness in his eyes that are all too aware that this is nothing but a distraction. They’ve been together long enough to see through the other’s façade yet that doesn’t deter Zelda from hiding her unease between smiles and delicate touches. Doesn’t stop her from dragging him inside and playing him like a fiddle to throw his suspicions back into the wind. But she can only sustain the charade for so long.

    Tucked neatly in bed, Zelda holds her book in her right hand and idly combs her fingers through Link’s messy locks with the left. He hugs her middle, body flush to the side of hers, breathing a steady rhythm across her stomach when he suddenly shifts to look up at her face.

    “Something’s wrong,” he murmurs with a look of piercing ice.

    Her blood runs cold. “Wrong? With- is something outside?” Heart beginning to race, she makes to get up but strong arms hold her in place. Confused, she meets his gaze once more and shivers. It should have been a look of reassurance. Instead, it drops another stone into the pit of her stomach.

    “You’ve been on edge since we got home. Did I…” He pauses to look away. There’s a small shift in his irises and when he looks back it’s vulnerable. “Do you want to talk about it?”

    “Link…” she breathes in defeat. Of course he noticed. He notices everything so why would this be any different? A heavy sigh forces from her chest, which does nothing to placate the regret tightening her lungs. “I’m sorry.”

    He watches her expectantly.

    Zelda takes a moment to brush his bangs away from his eyes. Voice quiet and guarded, she asks, “Do you want me to find out what happened to your family?”

    His brows pinch together. “You asked me that earlier so why does it sound like something has changed?”

    Caught. Her pulse picks up tempo. “I just want to know if-”

    “You know something, don’t you?” His revelation pierces her like a knife. “Why is-” He grimaces, voice picking up volume and eyes bleeding feral. “You said you didn’t know! Why is that suddenly different?!” His chest is looming over hers now, arms caging her in. She can see the desperate heaves shaking his ribcage and it all but cements her fear: that this knowledge would break him.

    “Link, I…” Zelda gasps, shimmying her body back towards the headboard to regain the high ground. “I came across some records at the store. I’m sorry I didn’t say anything to you before looking. That was a lack of foresight on my part, but please understand.” She feels like raw meat beneath his manic stare. Feels like a lowly bokoblin seconds from decapitation when his arms tense and nails dig into the sheets.

    His pupils quake as it all hits him like a wave in the Akkalan Sea. All color drains from his skin and suddenly the only thing moving is his lips. “They died when… She’s…” He chokes on a half sob half laugh and sputters, “Fucking Calamity. You… you would have told me if… if she had made it. I-” Laughter shakes his shoulders, jostling the bed and Zelda’s mortified form with it. “Why did I hope…?”

    Link’s voice trails off as his wheezing laughter rolls into sobs. Crumbling like the remains of the lost cities surrounding them, his head falls gracelessly into Zelda’s lap as he curls in on himself. Scared, Zelda draws a blank on what to do. The whiplash of his turbulent emotions has her petrified and second guessing. Only after an eternity does she manage to smooth a hand over his shoulder to rub some semblance of comfort back into his devastated form.

    “Shhhh, hey. It’ll be okay,” she hushes with tender resolve.

    He winces in pain, barely squeaking out words between gasps. “I-It’s NOT okay! I- There has to be… something I can…”

    Zelda leans in to draw him into a hug but jerks back when Link suddenly unravels and lurches towards the end table. “LINK! What are you-?” He’s practically clawed the slate off its perch before she can finish the question. A sharp symphony of nail tapping and clicks rings out into the air as he strikes the device with belligerent taps and like a jolt of lighting Zelda is struck with terror. This situation is quickly becoming dangerous and not just for herself.

    Thinking fast, she rips the device from his grasp and hoists it high above her head. “LINK! STOP THIS!” He snarls like an animal and tries to grab it back. Using her height to her advantage, Zelda pushes herself flush against the headboard and slips a foot against his chest to push him back. The action is sudden enough to catch him off guard, but it only buys her enough time to stand up before he’s trying again.

    “THIS IS INSANITY,” she screams, trying with all her might to push him back again. “Do you have ANY idea how unsafe this is for BOTH of us?!”

    “There has to be a way to fix it! There has to be,” he chokes out strained and desperate, “something on the slate! Something!” He swats at the air just inches away. When Zelda manages to fend him off once more something in him snaps. Eyes erratic, he grabs her left wrist and pins it to the wall next to her head. 

    Zelda gasps in alarm and watches him lurch towards the slate with a vengeance. However, the second his left hand reaches the device a sharp blast of white strikes their vision, sending the slate cascading across the room. It drops to the ground near the desk with a loud THUMP and the screen fizzles to black.

    They watch it lay there in stunned silence, the events of the past few minutes really sinking in. Link breaks first: choking on a gasp of realization and looking back to where he has the person he cares about most pinned to a wall. She scoffs. Wrenching her wrist free of his grasp, she promptly scurries over to the fallen slate and fiddles with the buttons to get it to turn back on.

    It remains black and despondent in her hands.

    “Zel… I-”

    “Fuck off,” Zelda spits. Without so much of a glance his way, she throws the dead device over her shoulder at him and storms down the stairs.

    The slate hits him square in the shin but it’s nothing compared to the blow he took from her words. Bile lurches up his throat. I’m so sorry. Hands shaking, he grabs the device and tries to power it back on to no avail. Shit. PLEASE. I won’t use you ever again just PLEASE turn back on and work for her!!

    In a pure rush of panic Link takes off down the stairs. Peering around frantically, he spots Zelda curled up in a miserable lump on the couch and all the fight leaves his body. “I-I’m sorry,” comes out a hoarse whisper. She doesn’t move. He tries again. “Zel… I’m- I’m so sorry.” Again, nothing.

    He heaves a shaking breath. It’s over. White noise rings viciously in his ears, pounding at his muddled thoughts and permeating his psyche. Overwhelmed, he whispers out one last apology before fleeing through the front door.

    Running down the hill towards the isolated pond, he hastily throws the slate into the grass with an aggressive exclamation of, “FUCK!” In this moment alone, Link had never felt a more overwhelming hatred for himself. “Why the FUCK did I-? HOW WAS THAT SUPPOSED TO-?!! FUCK!” Clawing at his scalp, the cold night air does nothing to quell the fire raging in his skin. Grief and regret twirl a wicked tango through his veins, encouraging his limbs to fidget and strain in outrage.

    Why did I grab her like that? Why did I push her? Why did she hide it from me? Why didn’t I trust her? Why wouldn’t she just give me the slate? Why did I have to fuck everything up?!

    His thoughts are a screaming, turbulent rage. Spinning with the speed and aggression of a cyclone and showing no signs of stopping. It’s a splitting mess. So bad he doesn’t realize he is hunched over, kneeling in the tall grass, screaming at the Earth like an animal fighting for its life. Whimpering into his hands, he plans on lying in the damp grass for the rest of eternity when a pulsing light flashes in the corner of his vision.

    Side-eying the disturbance, he considers ignoring it until he realizes the light is being emitted by the abandoned slate. It’s working! A small pang of relief douses the acid in his throat. Crawling towards it at a frantic pace, the device continues to pulse until the screen is tapped active. A familiar flash of blue precedes an automated switch to the screen of runes. Bright yellow pulses around the icon for stasis but something is off. The icon, originally a lock, is now curves into a shape resembling that of an hourglass.

    Intrigued, Link angles it towards a nearby rock and gives the rune a tap. He expects the object to lock into place with yellow chains, shimmering with an unnatural sheen for a few seconds before dissipating. Instead his stomach lurches so hard he retches violently into the grass. The sting of the bile waters his eyes and for a brief moment he thinks the shock has blinded him. But when he wipes away the tears it becomes very apparent he’s not squinting from shock but from crisp sunlight. 

    He startles. Shuffling to his feet and dropping into a readying stance, he glances around with frantic urgency. Everything seems normal besides the dramatic shift from night to day. No immediate threats or danger can be found. Turning back towards the water, the only major difference to note is that the rock is no longer there. Did I… disintegrate it? What in Hylia did this thing do? A small ring around the altered slate icon ticks away slowly like a timer. Odd. Lost in thought, he startles again when a shrill call up the hill punctures his ears.

    “MOOOOOOM!!”

    That voice?! His head whips towards the hill. There’s no way… The abrupt familiarity has his feet moving without his consent. Rushing back up towards the house, he comes to an abrupt stop when his eyes meet golden wheat. It glistens like a dream in the shimmering sun. Elicits a desperate gasp from his lungs and before he knows it he’s seeing blue as glorious as the clear skies above.

    “A-Aryll?”

    Her eyes widen in recognition. Cheeks puffing up with joy, she lets out an excited shriek, “LINK!!” They barrel towards each other. Catching the other in a shattering hug, Aryll laughs in giddy delight as she holds her brother together.

    He’s stunned in her grasp. Disbelief and relief fighting so rough in his heart that it burns like the air of Death Mountain. His hand snakes behind her head, holding her close as if dropping her meant the end to this new reality. He’s ready to hold her forever. 

    Aryll’s small hands push at his chest, disrupting his thoughts and ripping his attention back to the present. “Are you here to stay? Where’s your sword?” she asks with a curious smile and points to the spot on his shoulder devoid of a hilt.

    He’s caught off guard and reeling. Only manages out an, “I… uh…” before she’s jabbing her fingers at him again.

    “Why aren’t you in your tunic? The blue one? I like that one! It’s pretty. Why aren’t you with the princess? OH!! OH IS SHE HERE?!!?!” She leaps around her brother with excitement, looking around with exaggerated emphasis to find where the princess could possibly be hiding. 

    Zelda. The ache turns to heartburn and he’s about ready to throw up again. “The princess isn’t with me right now,” he says with a strained voice.

    “But why?” She stops flailing to look him dead in the eyes with oblivious seriousness. “I thought you had to stay with her? That’s what mom said! You’re supposed to help her and she’s supposed to get her powers on her birthday and then mom and I will come see you and dad for the party!!”

    Link goes stone cold at her words. Aryll is here… ALIVE. She’s describing my old life and obligations. The rune was corrupted when he clicked it so it must have altered time. Power on her birthday- she must mean Zelda’s seventeenth when the Calamity strikes. But a party? I don’t remember a part- his eyes grow wide with dread. Mom and Aryll were traveling to the castle. The king in his journal mentioned wanting to make amends when Zelda returned from the spring. That’s why they all-

    “You’re so weird,” Aryll observes, ignoring her brother’s sickly complexion to poke his nose. She lets out a small yelp when he moves suddenly to grab her hands.

    “Aryll, listen to me!” His voice is urging and stern, pupils beginning to quake with urgency. She looks up at him with concern and fidgets. “This is really important. I need you and mom to…” Something’s wrong. Aryll’s eyes grow wide with fear and he’s seconds away from asking why when he notices the blue light licking up her face. 

    His body disintegrates from her grasp, pulling him back the way it does when he uses the slate for fast travel. To his reluctant horror he watches his sister fade away, an omnipresent view taking over his psyche as time begins to ramp up towards the true present. His eyes are trained on Hateno. On the small familiar house as figures growing smaller and smaller rush in and out at an impossible pace. He sees the blur of his family depart before time gets too fast to follow and bears witness once again to the moment the sky goes dark with sickly purple. From there it’s all too fast. Too fast to catch the movements of any one person and like a shield surfing accident he’s flung forward by the immediate stop of his body landing back into its proper time.

    With a mouth full of dirt, Link sits up and spits the unwanted snack back into the path leading up to the house. Every nerve in his body screams. Like being doused with a bucket of water, he scrambles to whip the slate back out and stares daggers at the altered rune. It’s pulsing gray. The small ring around it is slowly filling back up in some sort of recharge.

    “Holy FUCK load FASTER!” Link scrambles in the dirt like an irritated animal. Completely forgetting that screaming into the night sky within a populated town isn’t the best of ideas, he foams at the mouth over the screen hissing out into the open wind, “I’m coming, Aryll! I swear I’m coming back! I won’t let you- I won’t let you go this time!”

    It’s a century before the rune lights back up, but the second it’s available Link slams his finger into it with more vigor than necessary. The nauseating pull tears his body from its place in time once again and throws him into the dirt on another pleasant day. Spitting up bile, he chokes on the acrid taste and hugs the ground to reorient himself. The effects of the rune might be wicked, but it’s nothing he isn’t willing to endure to save his sister’s life.

    He takes a minute to stand on wobbly legs. A loud POP surges from his back like a firework and he groans at the pain and relief it provides. His noises foments a small rustle from the side of the house and when he looks up he’s relieved to see his sister again. 

    “Link?” she questions with confused eyes.

    “Hey, Aryll. I’m back,” he breathes with exhausted relief. She comes to him again for another crushing hug. Embracing her much the same as before, he speaks earnestly in her ear, “I’m sorry about before. I didn’t mean to leave so abruptly.” 

    Aryll pulls back and watches him with confusion once more. “What do you mean? You were home for a whole week. We knew you had to go back to the castle. Mom said we were gunna go visit you this time.”

    Link frowns. “But I… I vanished right in front of you?” He sounds crazy. Sounds absolutely bonkers and he knows it from the skeptical look she’s giving him. When her face breaks out into a sly smile it becomes very apparent she’s unaware of what had just transpired between them just twenty minutes earlier.

    “You weirdo! You’re trying to trick me!” She taps his nose with more force than necessary and runs back towards the house giggling. “You always choose weird games. Come play with the cuccos with me!” Before he can open his mouth to retort she’s already sprinted down the hill.

    Blinking in disbelief, Link looks down at the slate. The ring around the rune ticks down just like before. This… what is this? Did the previous trip never happen? Why doesn’t she-? I don’t… Existential dread seeps into his bones. This doesn’t make any sense. Anchored in place, his breathing begins to quicken when the door flinging open and jump-starts his heart. A lean woman with delicately blonde hair looms in the doorway. She wears casual clothes soiled with stains and an expression of mild confusion at the site before her. 

    Link feels his lips quiver. Trying with all his might to keep himself together, the single word that falls from his mouth sounds like sand being pulled back into the ocean. “Mom?” She offers him a gentle yet questioning smile and he falls into her with the force of a hundred years of mourning.

    She collects him in her arms like it’s the most natural thing to do. Stroking his hair with gentle familiarity, her warm honey voice coos out to him, “You never come home without a note first. What happened?” Lifting his face to look up to hers, she takes in his disheveled status and frowns. “Honey, where is your uniform? What about your charge?”

    The fingers holding his chin are warm and welcoming. Melting against it, he tries not to let the foreign comfort swallow him whole. With much effort he voices, “Zelda is safe. I have my tunic. It’s with me, I just…”

    Her brows pinch at the familiarity of the Princess’s name. “I sure hope you watch your tongue when with company. Personal guard or not, you owe her the utmost respect and that starts with her title.” It’s a bucket of ice water to his face. Mortification dripping down his spine. There’s no way he can explain to her what has happened. That in one hundred years he would appear as he does now having worshipped her in ways she would surely disapprove of. And her title… she had been so adamant he stop using it. Been insistent that the word “princess” never so much as graces his lips, only abstaining from annoyed corrections when in the privacy of his own bed.

    Link choked on air. “O-of course. I mean no disrespect.” Her gaze softens. There are still questions and concerns floating around her irises but she waits patiently for her son to open up to her. “Mom, I need you to promise me something. A-a sort of favor.”

    She quirks a brow. “Yes?”

    “I need you and Aryll to stay home during the Princess’s seventeenth birthday.” It rolls off his tongue like water flowing through a stream. Cold and crisp, it flows with a certainty and energy only replicated in a time of urgency.

    His mother, however, stops it like a dam. “You want us to turn down a formal invite to the palace? Link, do you not realize how rude and improper that is?” Her hold on him is relinquished and his heart grows as empty as the space between them. “Your father has worked incredibly hard to reach his current position. And to have a son draw the sword that seals darkness, we have an obligation to be there out of respect!”

    “But the Calamity! Mom!” He pleads, withering.

    “The Calamity will be stopped by the Princess and you WILL be there to assist her!” Her words are sharp and commanding. “You dare doubt her, do you?” Eyes fierce and full of fire, she stares him down with a stubbornness he had long since forgotten.

    “N-NO! Of course not! I know her powers will come but… it won’t be enough! I-”

    A harsh sting radiates out from his cheek. Blinking in surprise, he steers his face back towards his mother in awe. She’s never raised a hand to me before… There are tears prickling in the corners of her eyes and he knows this conversation is a lost cause.

    “I never doubted her. But her day of triumph is the same day I fall,” he states with cryptic glory, fingers beginning to tingle and turn blue. He feels the dissolve cascade up his arms and neck and just like before is torn from his body to watch the world move on. He watches time once again ramp up into a staccato blow to his ego as he fails to make a difference on the past. It all plays out the same as before.

    This time when he returns, the force throws him against the doorframe. He falls to the ground with a shout of pain and tears the slate off his hip with the arm he still has feeling in it. “Is this some kind of sick joke to you?” He hisses as the inanimate object. Throws it at the pillar to his left only to have the device bounce off the splintered wood and thwack him square in the face.

    “GODDESS FUCKING-” the next stream of profanities to escape his mouth all come out in Gerudo. Spitting fire with no end in mind, he continues to fuss until the icon lights up with its trademark glow.

    His subsequent trips are much the same. Neither his mother nor sister shows any sign of recognizing a previous visit. They both offer mention of their upcoming trip and towards any insinuation that the Calamity will come as a threat and disaster not immediately vanquished each quickly turns to chastise him in his neglect of faith in their Princess.

    Of course that’s not true. He has nothing but faith for her and had always known she would prevail when the time came. Yet the puzzle of convincing them to stay without accidentally disrespecting royalty was becoming more and more difficult as it went on. 

    “Don’t you like her? You told me you believed in her and you’re not allowed to lie!”

    “Aryll, please! I adore her more than this world knows but you have to understand!”

    “Your father and I raised you better than this. You need to be there for her when others are not! The voices of doubt she hears are louder than ours so you need to be the one to remind her that her citizens believe!”

    Each dissolve cut into his heart deeper and deeper. Each new session squeezing his empty stomach with a vice grip. But no matter how disheveled and feral he grew in form he didn’t stop trying. Again and again, his head spun at the rate time threw him forward. Hitting himself against the wall, the ground, the sign to his house, the fence; he staggers back to his feet with a sickly rage and spews his frustration at the passive device in his hands until it is time to do it all over again.

    The ruckus is loud. Annoyingly so. The turbulent crashes that land him back in the present shake the house every ten minutes or so. Zelda had tried to ignore his plight from her uncomfortable spot on the couch, but the patterns of noises were becoming more and more concerning with every passing hour. She half expected him to throw open the door and just collapse inside like a dog tuckering itself out with play. But each sudden silence lurched in her stomach like a bad omen.

    Finally, after a rather loud stream of profanities followed a disgusting crack of bones against the door, she threw her legs over the edge and padded towards him. Throwing the door open Zelda jabbed her head out to yell, “What in Hylia are you-” and stops dead at the stillness before her. Link isn’t there which is odd. He was screaming but a second ago. Looking around cautiously, she shuts the door once more and retreats inside.

    “Where’s your sword?”

    “I left it, don’t worry abo-”

    “YOU CAN’T LEAVE IT?!?!” Aryll’s angry breath puffs out in his face like a punch. “IT HAS TO STAY ON YOU ALL THE TIME!” Finger jabbing angrily at his shoulder where the scabbard should be, she sends a little foot stomping into the dirt as punctuation.

    “How about this? I promise to put the sword back on right away if you promise to stay safe in Hateno for the next few months?”

    “I wanna see the castle!” she stomps again, aggravated. “You get to live there but I don’t so I want to see it too!” Cheeks pink with upset, she turns to throw open the door to the house.

    “Aryll, wait!” Link barrels after her, making it through the door behind her just in time for his head to spin. Time rushes forth like he’s trapped in raging rapids, spitting him out so fast it flips his battered body onto the dining room table. A horrific crack flares up in his back where the edge of the wood nicks his spine.

    “LINK?!”

    He groans and winces where he tries to sit up.

    “How the fuck did you just-? What was that?” Zelda’s white knuckled grip on the railing is forgone to rush to Link’s side. Utterly baffled, she makes note of his copious cuts and bruises and while she has a million and one questions begging to be asked they’re all answered at the sight of the slate.

    “I have to go back,” he wheezes, fingers gripping the small device for dear life. “I have to… have to keep trying.”

    Her eyes spot the strange rune quickly. “Link, what is that?” He winces again as he tries to get up. “The stasis rune. Why is it wrong?”

    He grimaces, balancing his weight on one leg and hobbling back towards the door. Voice nothing more than a quiet mutter; he breathes, “I have to tell them. They have to understand.”

    “Who? Who are you seeing, Link? Why are you so beat up?” She follows him out into the grass with a desperate shrill in her voice. “What have you been doing out here?”

    Link pauses just long enough to meet her eyes. The exhaustion and dread in them on full display for her to see. Breathing an uneven rhythm he croaks, “trying to save them” before vanishing in a flash of yellow light.

    “PLEASE! I know it sounds crazy and I know it’s scary but I NEED you to understand you are in danger!” He grips his sister’s shoulders with frantic urgency. Her body is rigid below his grasp, surprise and alarm evident across her face. “You and mom will get attacked on your way to the castle. Fort Hateno will be overrun. I’ll be with the Princess so I won’t be there to help you like I should but Aryll, PLEASE…” the hitch in his voice cuts him short. Arms shaking, he ducks his head and lets out a pained sob, “…please… please survive.”

    When time bellows forward it’s the same horrors as before. Their departure can be spotted, the sky breaks with corrupt purple agony, and destruction ravages the world at a pace impossible to follow. Link crumples to the ground a few feet from where Zelda sits. Jolted out of her thoughts, she lunges towards him and crushes him into an embrace. Tears pouring down her face, she sniffles into his neck and pleads, “Link, please. Please stop.”

    He’s still shaking from the recoil. Still burdened by the continuous failures of this miraculous curse. “I have to… I have to…” he mutters, voice breaking as the dam comes free once more. “I thought I could…”

    Zelda holds him tighter, feeling his heart beating wildly in his chest. “I know,” she murmurs softly. “I know. But some things just can’t be changed. I’m so sorry, Link.” The slate falls from his grip, landing in the dirt with a heavy thud. He’s deadweight now. Body lurching forward with the need for release but having nothing left to give. She folds him carefully into her lap. Arranges his head into the crook of her neck and holds him steady as he grieves.

    She’ll never know the details of the desperate attempts he made. Never fully understand the drive that led him to throw his own body into disarray for a lack of differing outcome. But worst of all, she’ll never know what neither of them couldn’t see: the way the guardians attacked his mother’s horse. The way she threw a shield out to reflect a blast aimed for her daughter. Or even the way she curled around the young girl’s quivering form when the waves became too overpowering.

    In the smoke and ashes of a fresh battleground, a small set of arms dug their way out of the rubble. Terrified and alone, she crawled towards the road to be found by a set of fleeing soldiers. They took her and other civilians to safety, living nomadically until they were able to find fortified ground.

    They would never know how Aryll persisted. How she never returned to Hateno not for lack of ability, but for lack of desire. There was nothing left for her there and so she set out to make her life anew, forever mourning the news that the champion who wielded the sword that seals darkness had fallen.  

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  • namjinreads
    01.08.2021 - 1 day ago

    it’s been a long time

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    ✎ paradisefalls ❝ 1k ⚐ mature

    Namjoon and Seokjin finally get some time to themselves after their tiring days in America.
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  • glowingmechanicalheart
    01.08.2021 - 1 day ago

    The Nature of Feelings

    Pairing: Sherlock x Molly Rating: T Summary: All of this could be traced back to Janine’s lies. While he didn’t regret dating her to reach Magnussen, he regretted the fallout. Her lies had seemingly made every woman who recognized or worked in close proximity to him to turn and stare at him as if he were something to be devoured. He could ignore it easily enough, he only worried about Molly. But Molly never seemed to be angry or bothered. Words: 585 Notes: @mousedetective: Here it is, hope you like it!

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    It was a perplexing thing, really.

    Sherlock wasn’t sure why Molly was always so relaxed. Much less, how she could tolerate everything, she never seemed to be jealous of other women. She never seemed bothered by the way other women seemed to undress him with their eyes.

    The only time she stepped forward, was if another woman was getting a little too forward with her would-be affections.

    All of this could be traced back to Janine’s lies. While he didn’t regret dating her to reach Magnussen, he regretted the fallout. Her lies had seemingly made every woman who recognized or worked in close proximity to him to turn and stare at him as if he were something to be devoured. He could ignore it easily enough, he only worried about Molly.

    But Molly never seemed to be angry or bothered.

    He could not explain the hows or the whys. Because speaking by experience, he knew that it was a hard thing to do, every time a man tried to make a pass at Molly, or so much stared at her longer than a few seconds, he saw red. An animalistic part of him came to the surface and made him feel that he wanted to indulge in baser instincts and break a couple of faces.

    “Molly…?”

    “Yes, Sherlock?”

    “How do you do it?”

    Molly stopped washing her dishes and turned to face him. “Do what?” She leaned against the counter, head tilted a little to one side. How lovely she was.

    He hesitated for a moment, perhaps this wasn’t a great idea. But, he had already set the seed of curiosity in Molly and he knew that she would ask anyways, “How are you not bothered when other women all but strip me with their eyes.”

    Molly laughed, then stopped giving him a fond look, “Oh Sherlock.” She shook her head, and then she dried her hands and walked to where he sat on the sofa. She sat and took one of his hands in hers, “I am bothered,” She told him. “I am only human, Sherlock, and it bothers me. It is the very nature of feelings, they are irrational and don’t make sense. But I don’t let it get to me, because I know you. Because I know that you could find a naked woman on your bed, and still you would be faithful to me. You are the sort of man that I know I can trust, the sort of man that doesn’t make me worry if he’s going to cheat with the first woman who flirts with him.”

    “Oh.” He said, feeling a little overwhelmed.

    Molly seemed to sense it, “Sure, I intervene when they get a little too forward, but I know that you can handle yourself. Yes, I’ve had days where I’ve cursed Janine, but I move on, because you’re here with me and that’s what matters. Because I know you and I trust you.”

    He leaned forward, resting his forehead against Molly’s. “Thank you,” he said. There was something incredibly comforting about what Molly had said. “Thank you very much, perhaps I should learn something from you.”

    Molly smiled, “Take it easy, Sherlock, I picked you and nothing, save you deciding you don’t love me anymore will make me doubt you.”

    He closed his eyes, “I know.” And he did. He knew that Molly meant that. He really needed could learn from her example and simply shrug it off. Because he loved her, and above that, trusted her.

    #sherlolly #Sherlock x Molly #Molly Hooper#Sherlock Holmes#Sherlock#sherlock fic #post canon fic #established relationship #au: canon divergence
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  • browney3dgirl6
    31.07.2021 - 1 day ago
    #my asks#prompt week#prompt fill #thanks for the prompt! #read on ao3 #my writing#buddie #evan buck buckley #eddie diaz #911 on fox #angst#rough smut #idiots in love #established relationship #these two idiots #911 fox#pwp
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