#FD is their kid
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The Chain with a almost god like giant titan like Creature s/o reader.
Sorry that's a mouthful!
Like, they look human but are huge and have different kind of things about them that Hylians don't have. (Also,imagine the heros are so tiny compared to their s/o. Like Sky is like telling the Chain. But their in awe of the enormous creature that sky has been gushing about 10 times a hour.)
Please 🙏
Chain with an eldritch s/o. I dig it. Like that Eldritch Zelda that went around a while back.
It's going to be in headcanon form fyi. I hope that's ok!
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Four
If you thought that a typical s/o for the smithy would have made him smaller....
He is dwarfed by comparison
Scorpion legs, mandibles, a spiked tail and as big as a house
Four proudly presents them to the group with the biggest flourished gesture he can do
“And I love them very much.” He says proudly.
The group is all silent
They click their mandibles in nervousness. “Um... So how do you do? Link has told me much about you all in his letters.”
Sky breaks out of it first. “We’re all alright. Four speaks about you a lot as well. e just weren’t anticipating you to be so-”
“Freaky?” They say quietly, causing Four to snap his head in their direction- words of rebuttal already on his tongue.
“Big.” Sky amends. “I was going to say big... Especially when he’s so...”
Four turns back to Sky with a glare. “Say it.”
Sky huff. “Look, Wind is taller than you. I thought it would have been someone I would have been able to look in the eye when you said they were bigger than you.”
Four splutters and tries to think of a comeback
It lessens to tension and Wild and Hyrule both step forward to introduce themselves
Time and Warrior give a small bow in respect
Wind run to try and climb on top of them
Twilight stops him before he can actually get away with it
Legend has been facepalming the entire time
His hand slides down his face slowly and he cuff Four by the side of his head. “When you say they get hungry easy it’s because you have mint on your porch. It keeps the spiders away-”
“Oh!” They perk up. “Is that why they don’t come by any more? I was wondering why it seemed like there were more bugs than usual. They’re not as filling.”
Legend gives Four a ‘I-Told-You-So’ look
Four says nothing
Hyrule
He had no problem with it!
“Hey guys! We’re about to meet the sweetest person in this entire planet. I can’t wait for you guys to see them.”
“Slow down Traveler.” Legend laughs. “We don’t know this place as well as you do- we might not be able to keep up.”
“Honey?” A voice speaks. It’s quiet and surreal- like multiple voices speaking at once. “Is that you?”
Traveler beams. “It’s me! I’m home! Come meet my friends!”
They step out. Multiple eyes blink slowly and feathered hands come in front of them in a nervous manner. They are giant.
Legend pauses. Where would he have seen this creature before? If he has anyway...
Sky smiles pleasantly and walks up slowly. “Hello there. Link’s told us a lot about you.”
Hyrule coughs. He didn’t. He doesn’t know why Sky is lying.
Time steps forward as well. “Good to meet you. I was wondering who was taking good care of him back home.”
Hyrule flushes. This isn’t what he was expecting.
“You know what...” Wild sighs. “I can’t even say I’m surprised. Call me Wild. We’re all friends of your Link.”
They smile. “Yes... My Link... Has he been behaving himself?”
Four nods. “Yup! He’s been a great help to all of us.”
Wind and Warrior both come up next to the hero in question and clap him on the shoulders. “We adore him.”
His partner smiles gently. “We share the same sentiment then.”
Twilight hasn’t said much but he stares at Hyrule with the stare of a thousand suns.
Hyrule clears his throat and tries to ease his embarrassment. “My home is nearby. We can all go there before the storm hits.”
They nod and reach their hand out.
Hyrule takes it without hesitation.
“Let’s go then.”
Legend
Legend was a bit nervous to introduce his s/o
They were huge
With multiple arms and multiple pairs of eyes
But they were so cute
Ignoring they were twice the size of a hinox
His hinox’ anyway
Wild’s are the largest he’s ever seen
Twilight sighs exasperatedly
“Spiders again”
Legend bites his lip
Wild and Four stare, wide eyed, jaw agape and say nothing
Hyrule is instead staring at Legend and Legend doesn’t know what to make of it
Time bites the bullet and holds out his hand
Warrior and Wild follow suit without question
They all shakes hands at the same time
“Hello” They say
Sky waves with a smile
“Thank you for looking after Link.” They say softly
Legend blushes and playfully swipes at them, only annoyed at the surface
“Hey-!... I can take care of myself. ...You know that.”
“Hmm... I feel better... knowing you’re not alone anymore.”
Everyone jumps on to let them know everything is ok
Legend sighs in relief
That... went a bit better than he thought it would
Sky
A bit nervous
But mostly because he doesn’t want anyone to say anything mean
If they do, he’s throwing hands
He’s done it before he’ll do it again
“Ok, Beloved... You can come out now.” He says softly.
They step out in all their ethereal glory
There’s the size of the two story house with wings and glowing silver eyes
There’s red and blue markings on their face
Time is getting flashbacks
Warrior is also having flashbacks
Twilight is watching Time and Warrior with interest
Wild and Legend share and look
Sudden dread and uncertainty over take them
Hyrule marches right up and sticks his hand out. “Hi.”
They smiles and shake it. “How do you do?”
Wind tilts his head. “How do you do what?”
Four shrugs and also goes to introduce himself. “Sky won’t shut up about you. You’re just as impressive as he said.”
They actually flush a little and look away. “He’s always talked a bit more than he knows what to do with. I’m sure he exaggerated a lot of things.”
Legend coughs. “I’d argue he understated a lot of things.”
Sky deadpans. “Gee, I wonder why.”
They laugh like church bells. “I can see why Link likes you all so much. Would you like a tour?”
Time
No longer cares about other people’s opinion
It’s not the boys believed him in other thing that he’s told them
So he’s kept this one close to his chest
He opens the doors to his home where you’re waiting in the living room
Time has also long given up on asking how you fit through the door
Four’s and Wild’s jaws hang wide open
Twilight actually trips over himself and falls backwards
This explains some things...but now he just has more questions
Like.. why the third eye? or the wings? and scales? and clubbed tail?
“Uh... Old Man...?”
“Oh it’s you! My boy!” They cry. “I know my babies where ever they are! I didn’t think you were serious dear!”
Time takes offense
“I told you. Of all things, this is the one you don’t believe?”
Cue Sky and Warrior looking between Twilight and Time, putting the pieces together but only becoming more confused in the process.
Legend sighs and flops in on himself.
“This might as well happen.”
Hyrule slaps him over the head
Sky bite his lip and waves a bit
He chuckles a bit out of nervousness
“We’ve heard... about you..”
“Have you?” They lean in
“Technically?”
They laugh
“It’s ok. Link doesn’t want any undue harm to come my way. He’s very protective like that. Come in! Come in! I’ll make some tea.”
Twilight
Just like how he was nervous to show his form as Wolfie, he’s actively trying to lighten the blow when the group meets his s/o
“Ok, so just so you guys know, they’re... bigger than normal... and may not be what you’re expecting.”
“Should we be scared?” Legend raises an eyebrow.
Twilight winces. “Well I would rather you not be. It would be a bit rude even if you can’t help it.”
Time puts his hand hand on Twilight’s shoulder. “If they’re important to you, we’ll be on our best behavior. Isn’t that right boys?”
Wild grins and gives a salute.
Warrior smirks and nods.
“Who’s important to Link?” A new voice says.
All heads snap in that direction
Large antlers and fangs, scales and tethers and a few feathers coat their body
Wind and Sky stare wide eyed
Hyrule blinks and punches Legend
“Oh my..” They say
“Pleasure to meet you!” Four gathers his wits first, hand already out to shake. “Your Link has talked a lot about you. All good things.”
They flush in a way that looks abnormal. “Oh... Oh my goodness- Ok. He always does this. I’m sorry if I’m not exactly what you were expecting.”
“Nothing could have prepared us for this.” Legend blurts
Hyrule glares at him
Legend flinches away
Twilight coughs. “Guy this is __”
They wave. “...Nice to meet you.”
Time bites his lip for a moment, letting it process before he gestures to Wild. “We brought lunch if you’re willing to join us.”
“Well that sounds lovely!”
Warrior
Warrior was practically avoiding it
Like bits and pieces, he would reveal
But never about their physical appearance
So when They finally appear with antlers, wings, and fur
Warrior waits with baited breath
Time sends Warrior a knowing look that he knows he’ll pay for later
Wild is the first to say something as he eagerly introduces himself
Twilight follows suit with Wind right on his metaphorical tail
Hyrule approaches hesitantly but is polite none the less
Sky stays a bit behind as Time goes in to say hello again
Four and Legend feel like they’re seen weirder and Warrior speaks well of them enough
“Hello again Little one.” They say patting Time on the head
“Not so little anymore.”
“Still little to me.”
“So how did you and Warrior meet?” Legend cocks a hip, eyebrow raised and all.
They smile, showing their multiple canines. “He shot me.”
“I told you, I’m sorry!” Warrior groans. “That’s not exactly what happened anyway.”
They giggle. “They call you Warrior now? I wasn’t aware your war merits carried over through time.”
“It’s... not that necessarily.” He blushes.
“He’s also called the Captain.” Wind raises his hand, thinking that it would to catch their attention.
“...Strange... That’s not his position here.”
“HO-KAY! Introductions are over! Who wants lunch?” Warrior yells louder than he needs to.
His S/O is going to embarrass him badly before he leaves
That’s the plan
Wild
He sees nothing with it
He doesn’t even think that it would register as strange to the others
“Link?” They call out. “Oh Link you’re back! Thank goodness you’re alright!”
Wild perks up and snaps his head in the direction of the voice.
He runs to them
The others pause and watch
They come out and pick Wild up as if he was only a bag of grapes
“Oh , I was so worried about you! Have you been taking care of yourself like you promise? I thought you would have been away for longer.”
Wild laugh and kisses them on their nose. “I’ve been just fine. I want you to meet my new friends.”
Twilight coughs and catches their attention. He waves.
“Oh!” Their second pair of arms comes up to cover their mouth. “Oh how rude of me. How do you do?”
Legend blinks. “How do you do what?”
They giggle. It sounds like thunder and their tail flickers playfully behind them.
They set Wild down. “How are you?”
“Fantastic, all things considered.” Warrior has to crane his neck up just to look at their face. “How did you and Champion meet?”
“Oh that’s a long story-”
“Let’s go in side first.” Wild interjects, a wide smile on his face. “I can start lunch and we can all get comfortable in the living room, yeah?”
Time seems amused, if a bit perplex. “Of course, Cub. Lead the way.”
“Cub?” They turn to Wild. “That’s precious.”
“Let’s gooo...” Wild coughs. His cheeks are a but pink.
From the looks of Four, Hyrule and Wind.... they’re never going to let him live that down.
Wind
(Not really s/o... more like best friend... maybe when they’re older but as it stands-)
Wind was going to blow their mind
His surprise is probably going to get him serious street cred
He was going to introduce them to every one and he was going to get all their reactions saved in his pictobox!
Wind stands in front of everyone, pictobox ready and tells you to come say hi
Longer than normal arms, thirty fingers, sunken eyes and moss for hair- and tall
Wind snaps the picture of his buddies
They’re going to love this later on
They already giggle and wave
Wild, Hyrule and Legend numbly wave back
“Hello!” You grin.
Time sits down
Wind grins as well and jumps onto their arm
He climbs up
“This is my friend! The one I was telling you guys about!” He says proudly. “Aren’t they cool?”
“...Very cool Sailor...” Warrior cranes his head up.
“Um.... So... how have you been?” Four tries for normal conversation.
He tries the old friend approach.
“Oh you knooww~~ Burrowing in the sand, taking in the sun, dragging sailors underwater, having tea parties with the locals. Same old, same old.”
“What was that one you just said?”
“Taking in the sun?”
“After that.”
“The tea parties? Oh! We should have one! I was about to have lunch anyway. Why don’t you call come over? Since you’re friends with Link, we can be friends too.”
Twilight smiles tensely. “...Sure... We’d love to.”
#linked universe#linkedunivese#linked universe x reader#I did them in alphabetical order this time :D#It's weird to look at XD#I don't think I've done it this way#I did them out of order anyway#and I very quickly forgot#that the s/o was still supposed to be hylian in appearance to a degree#my brain connected eldritch and ran with it#I'm sorry#I'll cool it with some of them#^.^*#did I take creative liberties and theories for this au in Sky's segment?#yes#I wonder who can figure it out#but I'll just tell you#Hero spirit is not unknown to him for a reason#and he gets his power from his mama#FD is their kid#:D
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Chapter XXI: Baby, What Did You Expect?
summary: it’s the mid tour finale, and of course nothing is as it seems. i’m horrible at blurbs pls forgive me
cw/tags: alcoholism, addiction mentions, probably some improper AA etiquette, angst per usual, lots of tears. gn!reader, rockstar!eddie, estranged lovers, mutual pining, angst
a/n: hehe haha hehe. this is probably my best work thus far. i really hope yall enjoy it, this took a LOT out of me
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January 1991
Steve’s POV
“Pick up, pick up, pick up.” He taps his foot on the linoleum, the buzzing overhead lights causing him to squint through his already painful migraine. Your phone goes to voicemail again, and Steve all but slams the payphone down onto the receiver. “Fuck!” He huffs, turning back down the hall, defeated.
In his room, Eddie sleeps on the hospital bed under a thin blanket. There’s a tube in his nose, but the doctor said the word stable, leaving Steve some time to call you. Not that it mattered. Even if you had answered, what would he have said? Would you even want to know?
–
July 1991
Eddie’s POV
It’s been a whole year since he’d seen you, but there you were. Right in front of him, dancing with a small redhead covered in tattoos, a plastic cup in one hand, the other in the air. He already knows he won’t go over, won’t approach you, or even try to violate your field of vision. But he can’t bring himself to look away from you, the way your shirt clings to your body perfectly, the way your skirt lands right below the curve of your ass, your exposed legs going on for miles. He drinks you in from afar, without caring how creepy it feels, seeing you without your knowledge, It’s day eighty nine, but Eddie turns to the bartender and orders a drink.
–
Present Day
Your POV
It just doesn’t make sense. If Steve had known about Eddie’s problem like he claims, then why on earth had he let him drink himself stupid? Your brain tries to rationalize your best friend’s choice, but you come up with nothing. There is no good reason for what Steve did. Didn’t he pride himself on taking care of his friends?
You sit up as the bus starts moving, preparing to confront Steve before quickly remembering he’s on the other bus. Instead, you find Robin reading a beaten copy of On The Road in the breakfast nook, and drop down beside her, sighing.
She glances up but doesn’t speak, eyebrow cocked as you pout for her full attention. She dog ears her page, making a show of sitting up straight, like a proper catholic girl in class.
“I’m having a dilemma.” You state, refusing to let your voice crack. “I need an outside perspective.” Really, you need someone to tell you what you want to hear, but you can’t say that.
“I’m all ears, babe.”
“This whole thing with Eddie,” You ignore her not so subtle eye roll. “Something’s just not right. Steve knew, y’know, about Eddie’s drinking. He told me himself he’d been aware, even before I was.”
“Okay…”
“But Eddie had been drinking, when tour started. A lot. And Steve definitely knew, because he’d been the one to carry him to bed most of the time.”
“What exactly is your dilemma in this scenario?”
“Why was he watching his friend backslide? Why didn’t he do a fucking thing to help him?” You can’t keep your voice from weavering, and you choke on your breath. “I don’t get how he could claim to care for Eddie, to love him, and let him do that to himself. Not after-” You stop, not knowing what Robin should and shouldn’t know.
“After what?”
“After everything, I guess.”
“Listen to me, honey. Eddie is a grown man, so’s Steve. Sure, we’re all buddy buddy, but when it comes down to it, we can’t always play heroes.”
“What, so we’re supposed to be okay watching Eddie slowly kill himself?”
Robin pinches between her eyes, deep in thought. “No, of course not. But at some point, talking to a wall is gonna get old. But, hey! Eddie hasn’t had a drink in weeks, right? So why the worry now?”
You shake your head. “I guess I’m just nervous. We have a month off, and I don’t know where i’m gonna go. I could go to my place in Boston, or go back to Seattle. I just-”
“You’re worried about Eddie.” For once you’re grateful for how easily she can read you.
“I am.”
“You want my advice? Play it by ear. No one said that you have to stay away from him now that business hours are over. You can afford to reconnect with him, in the real world.” She makes a point, but what exactly is the real world? The world you know is barely real, and the one you’d known before it felt even less so. Sometimes you wish you’d died in the Upside Down, at least then you wouldn’t have known such a profound kind of pain.
–
Eddie’s POV
“Tomorrow night, we play our last show of the first leg of the Freak Show Tour,” Eddie announces to his bandmates crowded around the small breakfast table of the tour bus. “We will rock this house like we have rocked no other, a grand finale they will wish they televised!” The response is various whoops and cheers from his friends, and a small smile from Steve as he stands aside with his arms crossed. “Let’s make sure the state of… uh…” Eddie places a hand to his mouth, stage whispering to Steve, “Where are we?”
“Delaware.”
“Let’s make sure the state of Delaware can’t prepare for what we’re about to give ‘em!” Eddie hollers, and his friends join in as the bus pulls around the back of the hotel parking lot.
–
He swipes his key card as he catches you unlocking the door next to him. “Hey neighbor.” He winks, feeling awfully bold after a long trip without seeing you.
“Hey, Eds.” You send him a smile that makes his heart skip, and he curses himself for being so easily bent out of shape. You and him are friends. Friends with a long, frustrating history, but friends nonetheless. “You ready for the mid tour finale?” He asks, awkwardly shifting to lean against the doorframe.
He catches as your face falls the slightest bit. “Yeah, I guess so. It’s gonna be weird, I think.”
“How so?”
You shrug. “I dunno. We’ve been on the road for like a month now. It almost feels normal. I won’t know what to do with myself when I’m back at home.”
He must be mistaken, but your words sound almost like an invitation, a cracked door. “Where’s home for you?” He asks, ignoring how tacky it must sound.
–
Your POV
It takes a lot to bite your tongue before you blurt, “You,” but you manage.”I uh, I think I’m going back to Boston. Might as well, it’s where we start back up again.” It will be August then, and you’ll have heard for sure whether you’re playing one of the biggest music festivals of the year. You still haven’t told Eddie, and at this point you aren’t sure what you’d say. “What about you? Where are you headed?”
Eddie sucks his top lip between his teeth in thought. “Maybe LA, or I’ll hold myself to my promise to visit Wayne. Depends.”
“On what?” It sounds like a challenge.
“On if I want to face my guilt or keep running from it. Or something equally dramatic.”
You snort, pretty eyes rolling back into your head. “Please.”
“What?”
“Don’t be shitty. Let yourself feel guilty, god knows you deserve to. Visit Wayne, at least for a while.”
“Why does it matter to you what I do?” He doesn’t mean for the words to come out as harshly as they do.
“Believe it or not, Ed, you still matter to me. Very much. And if you let yourself be miserable, we’ll all have to put up with your bullshit when we come back. Do us all the favor. Go home.” You swipe your card again, entering your room before Eddie can respond.
–
It shouldn’t matter. You and Eddie aren’t what you used to be, no matter how hard you delude yourself into thinking you can get back there. That possibility feels long gone, completely unreachable at your current status. You have to settle.
You walk over to the big window in your room, drawing back the heavy shades to reveal the setting sun and city of Dover below. You lay back on the bed, the fluffy pillows soothing you quickly to sleep.
–
A knock on your door rattles you awake. The digital clock on your nightstand reads 11:30 PM, and you groan as you roll onto your feet. Another round of heavy knocking makes you scurry faster to the door.
“What?!” You demand, flinging the door back to reveal a disheveled Steve clad in a wrinkled tank top and linen pajama pants. “Oh good, you’re awake.” Steve shoves past you and into the room without an invite, causing you to spin on your heel to face him.
“Well, I am now! What the hell is going on?”
“I can’t find him.”
“Who?”
“Eddie!”
Good fucking god. “He’s not in his room?”
Steve looks at you like you’ve asked the dumbest question in the world. You suppose you have. “No. He went out. Didn’t seem like he was okay.” Steve holds his face in his hands. “I’ve called all the bars in the area, no one’s said they’ve seen him. He could be on the street somewhere, he could-”
“Okay, enough!” Of course he’s worried, but you’re fed up with Steve’s inability to be consistent. “Where was this attitude a month ago? When he was drinking himself silly before every show, when he would beg for whiskey the mornings after? You let him relapse, and now you’re worried?” You don’t realize you’re yelling until someone next door bangs on the wall, demanding you shut up.
“What are you talking about?” Steve sniffs, lifting his head to look at you.
“Steve, you’d known this whole time that Eddie has a problem. You’ve been letting him indulge in it, doing almost nothing. Now you’re surprised he’s gone out without telling you? Seriously?”
“There is only so much I can do to stop him, Y/n, you have to know that. I had to watch him vomit all over himself while I waited for the paramedics, I had to watch him detox in that hospital bed. Then I had to watch him relapse. Not just last month, but last year. He fell off the wagon after eighty nine days, Y/n, eighty nine. You wanna know why?” He waits for you to answer, but you’re not sure you want to. “Because he saw you at a gig. In New York, last July. He called me that night, told me everything. Told me he was sorry, that he was a waste of my time, all that shit. Made me promise to never try to save him again.” Steve’s in tears when he finishes, and you feel your own start to fall. “I have kept my mouth shut because I promised, but I worry about him every day. Well, until lately. He’s been so much happier, and there’s no use even arguing why that must be. But he’s not your responsibility either, I know that. It’s not fair of me to be putting any expectations on you. I just thought you might know where he is.”
You drop onto the mattress beside Steve, resting your head on his shaking shoulder. “I think I might know where he is. We can’t go there, though.”
“Why not?”
“It’s supposed to be anonymous.” You hope to every god that you’re right.
–
Eddie’s POV
“I haven’t been to a meeting in about a year,” Eddie starts, addressing the small group in front of him, sitting in a circle of folding chairs in the basement of a church. “But today is the two year anniversary of the worst day of my life. I guess it’s getting to me lately.”
“What happened two years ago?” The woman running the meeting encourages Eddie. She’s an older woman, with sandy blonde hair and a wrinkled, kind face.
“I ruined the best thing I could have ever asked for. I lost the love of my life, walked out on them for the last time after months of doing whatever I felt like with their feelings…
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July 1990
“We can’t do this anymore.” You’re talking to the ceiling, arms resting on top of your chest, you don’t look at him. He’s next to you, stuck to the bed with sweat, breathing in your scent that begins to suffocate him. He knew this day was coming. You’d been seeing each other for about a month now, after half a year of not speaking.You’d fallen victim to his drunken pleas, as well as what Eddie suspects is your own self hatred.
“What are you talking about?” He plays dumb, hoping you’ll chicken out of leaving him for a second time.
“This,” You motion to the room around you. “I can’t see you anymore. It’s too much.”
“Too much?” Eddie sits up, and wills the room to stop spinning.
“Every time you come over, you’re wasted. You’re miserable most of the time, and the times you aren’t you’re hopped up on blow. It’s like you’ve added me to your list of fucking bad habits. I don’t want to be that for you anymore.” Your tone is ice cold, not a hint of sadness or anger in your voice at all. It chills Eddie to his core.
“Fine.” Eddie huffs, shoving himself out of bed. “Makes perfect sense, you telling me all this after I fuck your brains out. Made sure to get what you wanted first, right?”
“Eddie, come on,” You go to move, but Eddie tucks the blanket back over you.
“No, really, it’s fine. Ten minutes ago you were telling me how much you missed me, how good it felt. Now you’re cutting me off? Just like that?” Eddie shoves his legs clumsily into his jeans, cursing under his breath when his toe gets caught in a hole. “We talked about this. This was supposed to be purely physical, remember? You agreed to that.”
“I did, I know. But I agreed before I could understand that you’re… well, different.”
“Different how?” He snaps. You hesitate, picking anxiously at your fingernails. “Y/n?”
“You’re mean, Eddie. You’re cold. You don’t care how you make me feel, or rather, how you don’t make me feel when you sleep over. I’ve had to fake it. Beyond that, I can’t even make conversation with you. I feel used. It’s lonely.”
He sees red. Eddie gathers up his jacket, and his still half full beer bottle from the nightstand. “Fuck you,” He spits, tossing things aside as he searches for his keys. “Y’know what, yeah. We’re done.” He gulps the rest of the drink down before slamming the bottle into the bin.
“We can’t be done if we weren’t anything to begin with.” Your words bite, despite them originally being his own from when he’d come up with such a stupid agreement. “And we won’t have to break up, because this isn’t a thing.” He’d seduced you after a show one night, high out of his mind. He’d never expected you to agree to it.
“Perfect,” He snaps, daring himself to look at you. Your eyes are wet, but you’re stoic. You don’t tremble, you don’t heave or scream or shudder. “I don’t ever want to see your face again.” He doesn’t mean that, and he regrets the words as soon as they leave his mouth. But he can’t take them back now. “We don’t know each other.”
“I don’t think we ever did.” Your final words ring loudly in his ears as he slams the door behind him.
–
The group waits patiently for Eddie to finish, and he wipes a tear he hadn’t noticed from his cheek.
“You say you see this person frequently now?” The woman asks, and Eddie nods.
“We’re on tour together. Tomorrow’s our last show ‘til next month. Needed a meeting a little extra tonight, I guess.” It’s past midnight, this group being one that meets in the late hours to cater to night shift workers.
“Well, we thank you for sharing with us tonight, Eddie.”
“Thank you, Eddie.” The group responds as if on cue. The meeting is dismissed shortly after, and Eddie makes his way to the table for complementary stale coffee and doughnuts.
“You’re really brave for coming here.” The voice is small, taking Eddie a second to register. He turns around to face a girl who can’t be older than seventeen. “I’m Macy. Addict.”
“Hi, Macy.” Eddie greets her like he’s reciting a script. “I dunno about brave. That’s probably the last thing I feel right now.”
“Well, think of it like this. You could have gone to a bar, or a club to try and score. You came here instead. That’s brave.”
He shrugs. “I guess you’re right.”
“And they still love you, y’know. That doesn’t just go away.”
“How would someone your age know so much about something like that?”
Macy shrugs. “I follow the tabloids. I know who you are. I won’t say anything, obviously. But I’ve been watching you, with them. I’ve seen the photos, and the music doesn’t leave much to the imagination.”
“You can’t believe everything you read.” He’s not sure whether to take her word, she seems so genuine.
“Maybe not, but I believe this.”
Eddie gives her a sad smile before saying goodbye. She waves him off with a warm smile.
Once outside, he lights a cigarette, letting the smoke fill his lungs as he closes his tired eyes. The exhaustion has washed over him, and he’s ready to be dragged under when he hears footsteps approaching.
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Your POV
He opens his eyes and meets them with yours, heavy from lack of sleep. “Hi.” You wave shyly, like you’ve never met him.
“How’d you find me here?” He flicks ash onto the concrete.
“Saw the flier in the lobby when we came in. Checked it again and saw one less tab on the bottom. Minor detective work.” You smile, despite the exhaustion written on your face. His cheeks warm.
“You alone?”
You nod. “Took a world of convincing Steve not to come with me. I think I’ve sedated him, though.”
“Shit, he that worried?”
You shrug. “You know how he gets. He’ll be glad to know you’re okay, though.”
“What, did you think I’d gone on a run too?”
“No, actually. It was my idea to check here. Relieved as shit that I’m right.”
“Yeah, me too.”
You stretch your hand out to hold as the doors swing open, a herd of people filing out. A small girl with a sweet face sends Eddie a smile, and winks at you before getting into a cab, and you turn to find him blushing.
“Friend of yours?”
He chuckles. “Guess you could say that.” He entwines his fingers with yours without waiting for an invitation. All too familiar touches, worlds away from where you’d stood only a month ago. “So,” He starts, swinging his arm and yours as you start back toward the hotel, “were you worried about me?” His tone is teasing, tinged with what can only be described as hope.
You can feel your cheeks warm and you suck your bottom lip between your teeth. “Guess you could say that.” You squeeze his hand. “But that’s nothing new. I’m always worried about you.”
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July 1990
Your POV
“It’s over,” You’re sobbing into the receiver, barely able to hear Steve’s sigh on the other end. Relief? Disappointment? You can’t tell, your senses are blunted only by the thought of him.
“Are you okay? Wait, stupid question,” Steve stumbles on the other line, unsure of how to comfort you. “Can I do anything?”
You shake your head before you remember he can’t see you. “No, no. I’ll be alright. I ended it. I had to. He’s not the same person I fell in love with. I know that now.”
“Maybe, but there’s a lot you don’t know.”
“Do I want to know?”
Steve waits a beat before answering, the static of the line filling your head. “No, I don’t think you do.”
You talk for an hour before you feel your eyelids grow heavy, and say your goodbyes before hanging up. You are once again in silence. Alone. In a fit of rage— or of heartbreak, you’re not sure, you fall to your knees and let go. You haven’t cried like this in months, the kind of cry that leaves you hoarse and tired, but tonight, in the dark of your bedroom, you cry for the person you used to know.
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Eddie’s POV
“Thank you, Denver! Goodnight!” The crowd erupts into cheers, pleas for a second encore, and Eddie’s sure he can see women in the front row tearing their bras off to throw onstage. The house speakers blast Talking Heads Burning Down The House as kids make their way to the exit. Eddie slides through the crowd of techs and stagehands backstage, making his way to the green room to collapse on the weathered couch.
“That was fucking incredible!” Jeff exclaims, clapping his calloused hands together. “Best show so far, I think.”
“Psh, that was nothin’, wait ‘til you see what Boston can do.” You’re sitting in the rickety recliner, a cigarette between your fingers, still dressed in your stage clothes. Your skin shines with sweat and glitter, cheeks rosy from exertion. You’re most stunning like this, Eddie thinks.
“Yeah? You willing to bet on that?” He jokes.
“Oh, more than willing!” You chuckle, stubbing out your smoke in the ashtray next to you. “But tonight, I turn in early.” You make a point to stand up, stretching your arms above your head. Eddie’s eyes fall to your midsection, exposed to him while you sort out your limbs. You’d think he’d never seen skin, the way he feels his skin burn at the sight of your stomach.
“Aw, it’s our last night together!” Sylvie whines, shoving you playfully. “One drink?”
Eddie waits with bated breath, and swears your eyes dart to his before you answer.
“Fine. One drink.”
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Eddie doesn’t follow you to the bar, he knows better. Tonight has already been difficult, knowing he has nowhere to go after tonight, nowhere he wants to go, anyway. He digs through his duffel bag until he finds his long ignored copy of Tighten Up. He wants more of you, somehow. He’s still desperate to know how you’d felt, those horrible years apart.
He skips to the title track, tucking his hair behind his ears before equipping the headphones. The song greets him with the static of an amp, followed by the clicking of drumsticks. When it kicks in, the song is full, clearly a whole band effort. Robin’s bass cuts through with a funky riff, layered underneath dirty guitars and heavy drums. He’s sure the song can’t get better until your voice slices through the music
Dared myself to stand back up, / After all these wasted tears, / Felt my heart sew itself together, / After all that wear ‘n’ tear. / I let you turn your back on me, / I watched you walk away, / And ‘til now I let myself believe / I was supposed to die that way. / But now I’ve tightened up my heart, / I’ve locked away the pain, / and I don’t have much left to give, / without asking for the same.
You tell a story of a broken soul, fighting its way through the dark on its own. The music swells as you belt the chorus, and Eddie can almost feel his fingers hurt during your guitar solo. Robin’s backing vocals fill out your lead, and the buzz of the snare drum carries out the bridge.
When the song fades, Eddie takes his headphones off, needing to digest what he’s just heard. This one might just be his favorite on the album, at least so far. It feels like the pinnacle, the turning point of the story told by the tracks. He’s heard it live, sure, but something about hearing the way it’s produced gives him more of an idea of what you’d been feeling in the moment.
He has an overwhelming urge to see you. He launches himself out of bed, gathering himself as best he can for being so frazzled. He’s in sweatpants, a tattered t-shirt draped loosely over his form, hair pulled into a low ponytail to keep from tangling. He goes to turn the knob, but stops when he hears voices in the hall.
“I can’t believe it.” You’re wasted, words slurring together between hiccups and giggles. Eddie can picture you, rosy cheeked and stumbling, clawing for his arm to support your swaying weight, and his heart lurches as if to grab you through the door. “We’re playing fucking Lollapalooooooza!” You howl the word, and he hears Steve shush you as Robin cackles.
“Hey, hey!” Steve stage whispers, trying to silence you. “Don’t go gloating about it.”
“Why not?” He can almost hear your pout, and he chuckles to himself.
“I don’t wanna deal with you pissing Eddie off.”
“Y’know, Stevie, he’s gonna find out one way or another. Might as well come from me. Besides, he’s different. He’s happier, I think. I dunno. I hope he’s happy, he deserves to be happy.” Eddie’s heart swells as he listens to your tangent, but you’re not done yet. “I wish I could make him happy again. I feel like, whatever I do, I make it worse.” Your voice is cracking, whether from overuse or from trying not to cry, Eddie can’t tell. Now he has to see you. He goes to turn the knob again, but there’s a knock on his door at the very same moment.
Eddie opens the door almost as soon as you’re finished knocking, wafting your scent of lavender and vanilla into his nostrils.
“Hi,” You exhale the word, and Eddie can’t help when his lips twitch upward before he lets his grin free. “Needed to see you.”
“What a coincidence.” He tries not to let his excitement show, standing aside to let you in. “What’s goin’ on?”
“I have to tell you something. Well, I don’t have to. But I want to. You were the only person I wanted to tell, actually. I hope you’re not mad, though. I don’t know what I’d do if you were.”
“Hey, whoa, slow down,” Eddie rushes to where you sit on the edge of his bed, spiraling as the liquor tightens its hold on you. “Why would I get upset?”
You shrug lamely. “I dunno. Just, need you to be happy for me right now. Please be happy for me.” It’s a hoarse whisper, a plea meant for his ears only.
“Oh, sweetheart,” He doesn’t know where to put his hands, so he settles for resting one clammy palm on your leg. “You can tell me anything you want.” He knows what’s coming. You’re playing the biggest festival in the States. Something he’s dreamed about since the festival came to be. Of course it hurts, but Eddie can push that aside to be happy for you. He knows better.
You don’t continue, though. Instead, you scoot further into his side, nuzzling into his shoulder like a needy cat. Despite his aching heart, Eddie wraps his arm around you, letting you further into his hold. Your breathing slows back to normal, and Eddie has no desire to move from this spot. Tomorrow, you go back to Boston, and Eddie fucks off somewhere to wait out the month until he gets to see you again. He can indulge for one more night.
“I do have stuff to tell you,” You say finally, “but not right now. Right now, I sleep.” You hum, and he scoffs. Surely you won’t remember this tomorrow, so he decides not to push you. Eddie slides out from where you rest, laying you back into the mattress. He slips off your shoes and jeans, careful not to tug at anything else. He then tucks the blanket up to your chin, and starts to make a place for himself on the floor when your hand shoots out, snatching his wrist.
“Please, sleep here.” You pat the bed next to you, and he melts at the gesture. Your eyes are almost completely closed, hair wild from dancing, sweating, whatever you’d been doing tonight.
“You’re drunk, sweets. You’ll be upset in the morning.” He doesn’t want to deny you, especially in your softened, sleepy state.
“No!” You shake your head vigorously, wincing at the movement. “No, I won’t. Please, Eddie,” and he’s a goner. Of course he surrenders, and tucks himself into the warm bed next to you. You snuggle into him like it’s instinct, making a home on his chest as he lay stiffly with an arm around you, waiting for you to get comfortable.
You let out a sigh, your breathing slowing, arms wrapped around him with surprising strength. Eddie’s mind starts to wander back to the song, how someone is capable of two such wonderful emotional extremes.
Your mumbling tickles his neck, pulling him from his head. He doesn’t quite catch the words.
“What was that?” He coos, enjoying your touches, your breath on his skin. He could live here.
“I said, ‘I love you, Eddie.’” The words come out strung together, but to Eddie they puncture with each syllable. “G’night.” And before he can respond, you’re snoring.
Eddie, once ready to retire for the evening, is now completely wired, feeling you drift into dreamland next to him, as if you haven’t just upended everything.
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chapter xxii
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Y'all the entire credits of Majora's Mask implies that Link and Skull Kid just... went around Termina and fixed everything. They went everywhere and cleaned up the mess, then left Termina and drew a cute little bff thing in the woods. This is the cutest thing I've seen.
#majoras mask#majora's mask#mm link#skull kid#legend of zelda#prosie plays games and talks about it#I did the final battle once and realized I messed up somewhere bc I didn't have the FD mask#so I went back and eventually got it#and did the fight again#holy cow does that make a difference I mean#fierce deity absolutely bodies majora
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A ‘how had this not been gifed already’ kinda moment
#VT is a GOD TIER program omg I’m not kidding when I say it probably could’ve won in YVR#just put some better lifts in and I swear it is worthy of that kind of celebration#it’s such a shame it was skated in the year/season it was- they were starting again in seniors#it was not given the appreciation it deserves#so from now on let’s make sure it does#my beautiful dancing bbys#fd: valse Triste#TEB 2006
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"I don't know, and I don't care."
Yeah, I mean, I'm always on the verge of tears and raising my voice when I'm talking about things about which I don't care too.
#rwby liveblog#rwby volume 3#rwby s03e12#somewhat apropos fd signifier recently put out a video about anime#and at one point he says that in his time as a school teacher one thing he learned was that the biggest lie a kid can tell is 'i don't care#jumping off some of the responses to last episode's posts i'm guessing this moment gets cited a lot#by people who wish to discredit the legitimacy of bumbleby as a ship#...well. i'm not interested in getting involved in fandom discourse just yet but y'all can probably guess where i stand :p
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Fashion Dreamer 50 Day (but not really) Challenge: Blue
As soon as Fantasy Fair was announced I knew I was going to save this prompt for it, since Morpho butterflies are my favourite!! Unfortunately, since the event has been temporarily suspended, I wasn't able to claim all the designs in time, so I could only complete the type A set...! Relying on the Pop-Up Area though, I think my guy still resembles a butterfly - the Pipevine Swallowtail!
Challenge Prompts
(Images of the butterflies I'm referring to are under the cut; please take note if you have a phobia of insects or the like!)
#fashion dreamer#my.fashion.dreamer.posts#fd 50 day challenge#i love butterflies a lot. the butterfly garden here is so gorgeous and calming when there aren't kids around#we don't have a lot of exotic butterflies tho so it's a LOT of lime butterflies (some of them could be descendants of my lime family omg)
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Fierce Meeting (Hyrule Warriors era Link and the Fierce Deity)
Summary:
At the end battle, Link finds that his young Forest Sprite is still wearing the mask of the Fierce Deity. Which leads to a whole host of problems, because Link's pretty sure that guy's bad news, right? Mask had said as much. But the Fierce Deity is still there and he is not going away anytime soon because he has a mission to accomplish.
Warriors meets the Fierce Deity, and it doesn't go as he expected. But at least he gets to sleep, which is a miracle for him.
(Click here to read on AO3)
The young Hero grunted as he sliced upwards with his sword, cutting a beast clean down the middle. Its blood spilled in a smattering, speckles landing on the child and making him flinch. He stepped back at the monster fell and turned when he heard another one coming his way, ready to fight, when he instead saw a blade pierce through its heart before retracting.
When the beast fell, Link appeared, blue scarf dyed red from the long battle. He gave a quick onceover of the younger Link and a pulled smile. “You alright, Sprite?”
Mask nodded, and the battle resumed.
As the fight continued, one thing became apparent to the Hero of Time: this was not a battle they were winning. He’d run enough losing scenarios before, had to escape within an inch of his life and a hasty magical song whistling through his ocarina, and start over. He knew when reinforcements were needed.
He’d honestly hoped he wouldn’t need the Fierce Deity mask this time around. He’d been using it so much it was draining him almost as much as his sleep deprivation and constant fighting. But he knew what was needed and he would do it. Perhaps the stamina potion in his system would help him not feel as terrible when he took the mask off.
Grabbing the painted wood, he felt its power surging through his arms as he pushed it to his face.
It’s up to you now, Fierce, he thought, hoping the dark magical deity encased in the mask could hear him.
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The battle hadn’t been looking good, Link had to admit grimly. There were just too many enemies. The Hylian army had no reinforcements waiting, and despite the outflanking maneuver they had pulled, which had temporarily given them the advantage, they were still being pushed back.
Until the littlest soldier among them put on that mask.
Link had mixed feelings about the Fierce Deity mask. He was a force of nature on the battlefield, and his prowess was certainly welcome. But he was menacing, unnerving, and worst of all, painful to Mask. Wearing the mask wore the boy so thin Link often had to carry him from a battlefield after he’d used it. The young Hero had started to resort to using stamina potions just to get from day to day, and Link hadn’t had time to address the issue yet. For that reason, he often argued with command on whether to utilize the mask or not. It made sense for them to push, to use such an obvious aid and achieve victory, but when the only person who could wield it (or at least Link assumed that was the case, no one had actually tried to put the mask on aside from the boy) would be weakened and ill after each use, it was not the most efficient way to handle this war.
And Link just didn’t like seeing Mask in that state.
The battle was over. Soldiers were regrouping and trying to help each other. Link had just carried one to the medical tent, but his eyes were searching for Mask. The boy no doubt had taken the mask off by now and was collapsed somewhere in the carnage. It made Link’s stomach churn just thinking about it.
The field where they fought had rolling hills, but nothing with such an extreme gradient that he couldn’t see clearly for miles. This made the tall figure stick out all the more.
The Fierce Deity.
Confused and wary, Link approached him slowly. Why was he still here? He usually took the mask off as soon as the battle was over.
Link cleared his throat, his body tense. The deity turned to look at him, towering over him. Link felt the slightest twinge of fear as the blank gaze pierced into him.
The deity’s fingers twitched a moment. He shifted his weight from foot to foot. Then he said, “There are no more injured over here. I already carried them to camp.”
Link jumped a little, caught off guard. He’d never heard the mystical being speak before. His voice was deep and smooth and surprisingly quiet, though it held an energy and power to it that made his skin crawl.
Most unnerving of all, it reminded him of his little forest sprite. Young Link’s voice was also soft and quiet and held power and authority that the boy shouldn’t know how to convey at his age. But it was much higher in pitch, still untampered by time and hormones.
Link swallowed, processing the words. “T-thank you. For all of your assistance. I… must admit I wasn’t expecting to find you out here still.”
The Fierce Deity stepped forward, his body radiating energy and authority, and it took all of Link’s willpower to hold his ground. Fierce reached forward, his hand passing overhead of Link, who watched with apprehension and bewilderment, when he felt the long, clawed fingers grasp the back of his tunic.
And pull.
Link yelped, his feet dangling in the air as he was suddenly, essentially, being held by the scruff of his neck.
“You look exhausted,” the deity stated, now at eye level with him.
Link flailed. “Put me down!”
“I’ve watched you,” the Fierce Deity said as he started to walk towards camp. “I’ve watched how you care for Link, and I’ve watched how you wear yourself too thin.”
Link halted his protests, bewildered. “What are you talking about?”
How much could this mystical mask see when his sprite wasn’t wearing it? All he really knew about the mask was that the younger Hero had said it was dangerous, held a mystical being, and shouldn’t be messed with. All he knew from the battlefield was that everything Mask had said was correct.
“You are a capable warrior,” the Fierce Deity explained. “But you do yourself and your men harm by hurting yourself so. You need to rest.”
Now wait a damn minute, he was not—he was not—
Was this mystical dark being lecturing him?
“I can take care of myself, thank you,” Link argued, beginning his pitiful attempts to wrangle himself out of the deity’s grip once more. He couldn’t believe this; there was no way he was being hauled into camp like this. “Kindly take off the mask so I can have my Sprite back.”
“Link needs to sleep just as much as you do, Captain, if not more,” the Fierce Deity said calmly. “Foolish little Hero has been pushing himself far too much. And at his age that can be dangerous. He also hasn’t been eating enough, you know. I don’t think you’ve realized how he’s tried to ration out the meals provided for him.”
Link tried to get a word in, but now the deity was practically on a tirade, though his voice never changed in pitch, making the conversation bizarre but also eerie. Much to Link’s horror, he also heard the footfalls of soldiers and the sound of many voices and activities happening.
They were at camp.
Link twisted in the being’s grip and nearly landed a kick in his chest. The captain froze, suddenly terrified of retaliation from a monster that could annihilate entire armies, but the deity seemed unbothered.
Or, really, he just changed tactics.
Link felt himself get launched forward, and he got the wind knocked out of him when his abdomen collided with the Fierce Deity’s shoulder as he was draped over it. A strong arm wrapped around the back of his knees, locking him into place.
Somehow, this was worse.
Link was very tempted to just lay limp on the deity’s shoulder; at least if he looked unconscious, this pathetic position could be excused. But he was too proud to allow others to think he was knocked down in the battlefield and had to be hauled back to camp.
Not that his pride was going to survive this anyway.
“That’s enough,” Link said, trying to brace his hands on the deity’s armor so he could push off his shoulder.
“This is nowhere near enough,” was the deity’s rebuttal.
Link watched helplessly as they entered the camp. The soldiers watched them uncertainly, one dropping his sword with a startled yell. Fierce slipped his foot under the hilt, kicking the sword into the air effortlessly and catching it before dropping it back into the wide-eyed soldier’s slack grip.
“I need to speak to your chain of command,” Fierce said as he continued to walk.
“I am the chain of command!” Link snapped. “I’m the captain!”
“But you take orders from those above you.”
“I’m not telling you where they are,” Link huffed. He felt like a petulant child, but he didn’t have much else to barter with.
“I don’t need your input to locate them.”
Link scrambled for something to get him out of this situation as they attracted increasingly more attention. Thankfully the majority of the army was more in awe or intimidated by the sight than entertained. After all, they’d all seen what the deity was capable of on the battlefield, and none had seen him linger once the fight was finished.
Which still led Link to wondering how in the world this situation had occurred in the first place. Surely the Fierce Deity hadn’t stuck around just to humiliate him?
Then again, if his lecturing was indicative of anything, it was more of lingering concern for Mask than anything else. Which in itself was… interesting. It wasn’t something Link had considered, simply because it hadn’t even seemed within the realm of possibility. Who would assume a mask powered by dark magic sealing a mysterious warrior deity away would be anything but, well, dangerous?
The deity’s walking stopped, jostling Link out of his musings.
“Hylia’s offspring, I presume?”
Link jolted, completely bewildered by the term before it clicked, and then he started twisting and turning. “What? Zelda? Where?!”
There was silence as the deity seemed to be waiting for something, and then Sheik’s familiar voice broke it.
“My name is Sheik,” she said. “I am a Sheikah warrior.”
“A Sheik named Sheikah?”
“No. A Sheikah named Sheik.”
Fierce was silent, and Link could practically feel the deity judging the woman he was speaking to.
“Right,” Fierce quipped. “Anyway, whatever name you choose, golden child, I can still sense the Triforce piece and the bloodline. So I assume you’re in command.”
Sheik was silent, as was Link. He tried twisting again, still attempting to piece together what he’d just heard, when Fierce spoke up again.
“The captain will be unavailable for the remainder of today and tomorrow morning. In addition, the one you call Mask will also be unavailable for that period of time. I will be inspecting your army to ensure proper form and combat skill. Have a good evening.”
Link felt himself whirl as the deity twirled on his heel and headed in a different direction. He locked eyes with Sheik once she came into view, and he saw her staring, her visible eye a little wider than normal, though he wasn’t sure if she was dumbfounded by the being’s words or if they rang true.
He’d have to investigate that… once he managed to detangle himself from the Fierce Deity’s steel grip.
“That isn’t Zelda, you know,” Link informed him, giving up on fighting him off for the time being.
Fierce hummed, clearly unconvinced. “Whatever you wish to call her, I know of what I speak.”
“How can you sense the Triforce?” Link asked.
“I am a being of greater power and ability than your meager fleshy mind can comprehend.”
“Meager?!”
“Be quiet, little soldier. You need to rest.”
“Hard to rest when I’m shoved against full plate armor,” Link muttered irritably.
Apparently the Fierce Deity heard him, because before he knew it he was slipped off the deity’s shoulders and secured snugly in his arms.
“W-what are you—no, this is not—put me down!” Link hissed, his face flaming red as they passed more soldiers. “What is wrong with you, you’re supposed to be this super soldier who goes away when the fighting’s done!”
The Fierce Deity paused from his quick stride, staring at Link. The captain shriveled into the cradled hold a little at the intensity of the stare, sufficiently guilty at the assumptions he’d just stated aloud.
After all, the deity did seem to care… even if it was on the overbearing side.
“I wouldn’t expect you to understand,” the deity said softly before resuming his pace.
Link remained still and silent, regardless of the shame his situation brought him. When they reached his tent, he said softly, “I’m sorry. I… nobody really knows much about you aside from what we’ve witnessed in battle.”
The mythical being halted in the middle of the tent, looking at Link once more, though this time his stare was less intense, his face softening. “There is far more to me than battle, Captain. Just as there is far more to you than your title. But you should be aware of my status and abilities. I am not some lowly soldier for you to order around. I once ruled over a land in an age before your people even existed. That is to be remembered and respected.”
Link swallowed and straightened, nodding in acquiescence and acknowledgement. He could understand that much.
“Now, it’s time for you to rest,” Fierce continued.
Link blanched. “Wait, what? Are you kidding, the battle just ended, I have reports to write, meetings to attend—”
“You will do no such thing.”
“With all due respect, I am a captain and have duties to fulfill—”
Fierce finally plopped Link onto his cot, and the captain landed with a decidedly undignified OOF, bouncing on the mattress briefly.
“Honestly, I am a deity and a warrior and I’m relegated to babysitting because certain heroes can’t be bothered to take care of themselves,” the deity muttered, disregarding Link's earlier words and poking Link so forcefully that he collapsed onto the bed entirely.
“Hylia only knows why I ended up with such a fate,” the deity grumbled, grabbing Link’s armor and slipping it off with practiced ease before the captain even had a chance to protest. “I still haven’t even gotten any word about Hylia, how does an entire people just forget the woman they’re named after—”
“Will you stop it—” Link snapped as his boots got yanked off.
“As you said, you are a captain, which means you should know better, how are you supposed to lead troops in a state like this—”
“I can handle it!” Link yelled, standing on his cot to be at eye level with the mystical overbearing mother hen.
Fierce huffed, grabbing the clothes and armor he’d managed to obtain and folding them, placing them in a neat pile in the corner of the tent. Then he proceeded to grab other items that were discarded and started to organize them.
“What are you doing?” Link asked, exasperated.
“This place is a disaster,” Fierce replied.
Link stared at him. This was—he didn’t—all right, this was ridiculous, the being had just emphasized that he was a former deity of immense power and he was playing housekeeper and where was this coming from—
Wait a damn minute.
Link squinted, and horror chilled his blood. “Mask drank a stamina potion.”
“Yes, he does that far too often—”
“No. He drank one before he put on your mask.”
“I don’t see how that makes any difference.”
“Your hands are shaking.”
Fierce looked at Link, his blank eyes narrowing as one of his eyebrows rose. “Don’t be ridiculous, my hands never shake.”
Link crossed his arms and gave the most stubborn look he could possibly throw in an overpowered mystical being’s direction. The Fierce Deity looked back, unimpressed, and then looked down at his hands, which were, in fact, trembling.
Fierce blinked.
“Oh,” he said.
“Told you,” Link confirmed. “Now take the mask off and let Sprite come back.”
“Link is resting.” Fierce emphasized, returning his attention to folding the captain’s laundry. He curled his lip in annoyance. “What sort of military training breeds such slovenly accommodations?”
Link blushed. “I usually am better organized, but we’ve had four days of fighting on and off and I hardly have time to even see the tent let alone get in, strip, and pass out.”
Fierce shot him an analytical look. “You haven’t bathed in four days?”
Link immediately felt dread fill him. He didn’t know where this deity drew the line and he was not testing it. “No, no, don’t you dare. I’ll sleep, I promise, I promise!”
True to his word, Link scrambled under the thin blanket provided to him and watched the deity with a near panicked gaze. Fierce continued to look at him for an agonizing moment before continuing his ministrations.
Link didn’t honestly realize just how bone tired he was until he laid his head on his pillow. His brain went from this is insane to wow this bed is amazing, this is so comfortable, just wow to nothing at all as pure exhaustion overtook him. He felt another blanket get tucked around him, long, calloused fingers smooth hair out of his face, and then he felt nothing at all.
Honestly, he didn’t regret the sleep he got. He woke up mid-morning the next day, feeling far more refreshed than he had in a solid month. He didn’t regret the sleep at all.
Until he went out into camp and found half his healthy troops passed out from exhaustion after being drilled all night by “the Old Man with tattoos” and had to get an earful from Impa about letting Mask run the camp with his magical artifacts. Mask himself was wrapped in more blankets than Link thought were even in the camp, sound asleep and at peace.
Sighing heavily, Link carried the boy to his own cot, tucking him in. When he caught sight of the Fierce Deity mask hanging on his belt, he scrutinized it carefully, scrunching his nose. Picking up the object like it might burn him, he plopped it on a pillow beside the boy and sighed heavily.
What a bizarre encounter. But he’d be lying if he said it had been all bad.
#fierce dadity#linkeduniverse#linked universe#lu warriors#lu time#lu mask#lu fierce deity#A Sheik named Sheikah#that was legit a typo and then I was like you know what Fierce would say it#he'd be like: yeah ok whatever you kids calls yourselves these days#Warriors needed a nap and Fierce made sure he got one#never give FD energy drinks#unless they're Alani because those are really good ok we sing Alani praises in this house#but anyway#FD + energy drinks = Mom Mode Activated#because he can't turn off the worry and energy#and is like okeydokes bedtime for you and training for you and I'm in charge now k thx#writing
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----- was it ever explained what the Moon Children are?
#ooc tba.#i feel Majora's Mask is the most vague Zelda game#which is probs why it has a shit ton of theories#likeee#ik there was a manga#and ik FD and Majora were explained a tad bit more in that than the game#but even as a kid it was always odd to me#that all the other masks in Termina dont look like Link#but FD already did look like Link before the mask was worn#which i always thought was like#a hidden message of FD being Termina's Hero/Link#and ik it was said Majora was used in rituals#so likeeeee#was Majora meant to be Termina's Ganon and FD was Termina's Link?#were they once mortal?#or was at least FD once mortal?#what are the Moon children?
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INTRODUCING: APHRODITE, LOVE OF THE OLYMPIANS
a loved figure in the pantheon, Aphrodite is as ethereal as the way a goddess of beauty can possibly be -- with clever brains to match even her cousin Athena, her virtues may prove to be her success, but might also be her downfall some dark day in the unforeseeable ticks of the unstopping clock
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The Enabler's Call - @arrthurpendragon @misshiraeth98 @nightmaresart - want to be added? shoot me an ask!
#oc: aphrodite#the sandman oc#fd: the sandman#aphrodite is so easy to make stuff for I'm so sorry my other kids#i will come around to make one for each of them I swear#pls ask to be tagged#pls i am begging#alvita's edits#alvita's writing
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Okay so at this point we all know that whatever happened to Time’s eye probably has to do with the fierce deity, but I think it’s hundred times funnier if it was actually because of some stupid accident and he just acts like it was some big thing because he likes being mysterious.
#I know it’s fd#but I love the idea of time being super cryptic#and it’s something entirly dumb#like some kids hit his eye with a deku nut#something stupid like that#levis speaks#linked universe#linkeduniverse#lu time
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OC Bingo for @curiousdamage
Becca Kreese x Bobby Brown, from the Karate Kid Universe.
Forever Taglist: @arrthurpendragon @foxesandmagic @ocappreciationtag @ochub - dm or send me an ask if you’d like to be added. :)
#oc bingo#ochub#ocapp#allaboutocs#curiousdamage#oc: becca kreese#fd: karate kid#ch: bobby brown#auth: curiousdamage#oc challenges#type: aesthetic#hope you enjoy!! I love the kk/cb universe#oc bingo 2023
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Ok so demigod reader and twilight getting married right?
Can you imagine fierce walking demigod reader down the aisle!!!
Yes!!!!!
FD: So I assume you're asking me to take the honor in the human tradition of handing off offspring to the next protector, yes?
Reader:... Is that a no? You won't do it?
FD: I would have fought the gods themselves should someone else do it. I'll be there.
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Fundamental Differing
Chapter XIX: Time Marches On
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a/n: i can’t apologize enough for leaving yall hanging like that. this chapter is short but i have plans to finish this entire fic, don’t you worry. this is barely proofread i needed to get it posted SORRY!!!!
tags: rockstar!eddie x rockstar!reader, adult content, slight nsfw in beginning, angst, estranged lovers
summary: you and eddie spend a night out
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Spring 1991
Eddie’s POV
“Hi, I’m Eddie. I’m an alcoholic and an addict.”
“Hi, Eddie.”
“I’ve been clean for about a week now, but it’s been hard. I’ve lost a lot of respect for myself over the last year, and I’m ready to confront that.” The circle of fellow AA members listen respectfully as Eddie rants about the last few months, excluding you from the memory as much as he can.
Finally, someone speaks up. “Do you think this ex of yours would help or hurt your journey?”
Eddie shakes his head sadly. “I don’t know anymore, really. I don’t want to think about that right now.”
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Your POV
You shouldn’t. To say yes to him would be stupid, damaging, confusing, and stupid. But god, you want to say yes. Though you’ve barely had a drop to drink, your brain is fuzzy, clouded with intoxication, drunk off Eddie’s kiss. His hand is frozen on the elastic waistband of his borrowed boxers, not moving an inch in either direction as he waits for your response.
“Eddie,” You sigh, stalling.
“We don’t have to. I get it. We shouldn’t.”
“It’s gonna hurt us both,”
“Destroy all the progress we’ve made.”
You wince. The more you say about it, the less you can excuse just how stupid it would be. “I don’t think we should. I want to, believe me. But there’s so much to unpack, so much I need to think about. I can’t have you swaying my bias.” You try to make a joke, to get that sad scowl off of Eddie’s lips. He looks up at you, head still level with your naked chest.
“I totally understand.” He nods, shifting to lay back on his side, and you frown at the sudden loss of his warmth.
“Do you want me to go?” You’re suddenly shy. Rejecting a man, Eddie or otherwise, always feels like a trap.
“Only if you want.” There’s no anger, no hurt in his voice, he’s perfectly neutral. His big, pretty eyes scan over your body slowly, but they’re not hungry. It’s as if he’s trying to commit your form to memory, like he knows he won’t be seeing it again.
“I don’t want.”
Eddie snickers, the ice cracking. “Okay. But if you’re stayin’,”
“Yeah, yeah. I’ll put a shirt on.” You swing your arm over the edge of the bed, blindly feeling until you grab the fabric in your fist. You feel Eddie’s eyes still on you as you pull his shirt back over your head, wishing you’d been willing to risk it all.
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Eddie’s POV
“I’m sorry.” He blurts it as you’re tucking yourself further under the covers. “That wasn’t fair. I shouldn’t have even thought to do that.” He tries to read your expression in the dim lamp light, but it’s like you’re speaking a foreign language. “I just, y’know, miss you. I got carried away. I just dumped this huge thing on you then tried to fuck you!” You startle at his exclamation. “God what a manipulative, shitty-“
“Eddie?” You interrupt, and he snaps his mouth shut. “Shut up.” He nods feverishly, miming zipping his lips. “I’m an adult. I can make my own decisions, good or bad. I wanted to, I want to, just as much as you do. Regardless of what you could have said to me, I would have wanted to.” You caress his cheek, and he revels in your touch, no matter how small. “Just give me a little time.”
He perks up at that. Time? As in, the future? As in, there’s a chance? “Time.”
You nod, scooting your body even closer to his, tangling your legs with his, wrapping yourself around him like a possessed vine. In the crook of his neck, you rest your head, and Eddie closes his eyes, focusing on the feeling. He’ll wait for you, as long as he needs to. With each exhale of yours into his neck, he feels himself drift further into sleep, just as your breathing evens out, your weight a comfort on top of him.
—
He wakes up, and you’re gone. Where you’d once lay now hosts a folded piece of torn notebook paper, Eddie’s name scrawled in your handwriting on the front. It’s a short note, but Eddie reads it over and over as he rubs the sleep from his eyes.
Eds,
Thank you for last night, every second of it. I miss you too, desperately, but we need time. I hope you’re willing to wait for us.
I left early before Mama Steve could see us, would’ve said goodbye but you looked so peaceful, so I'll settle for seeing you later. Thanks for letting me find you.
Love,
Y/n
Eddie feels his cheeks burn with each reread. Love. Love love love. LOVE!!!!!! He’s giddy, feeling like a fuckin’ teenager being asked to be your Valentine, or some shit. It puts an unreasonable amount of pep in his step for being so early in the morning. For once, he’s not hungover, not craving a drop. He wants to see you, though, more than anything. “Chill out, Munson. Steel yourself.” Eddie collects his belongings, stuffing them into his duffle before throwing the door open to meet everyone for breakfast.
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He spots you, looking past the rest of the crew to where you’re sitting with Robin, talking animatedly as she shoves bacon into her mouth. Robin looks entranced, and Eddie can only assume you’re catching her up on last night’s events, and his cheeks burn at the thought.
You spot him approaching, regarding him with a shy wave as he yanks a chair up next to you. “Good morning,” he greets you, then Robin, attempting to keep his voice from shaking with nerves. Something about seeing you now, after what almost happened, has Eddie sweating with nerves.
“Good morning!” Robin chirps, far too perky for this hour. “We were just talking about, um,” She can’t come up with a lie fast enough, and darts her eyes to you for help.
You only roll your own. “Real subtle, Rob.”
“You know I’m awful under pressure!”
“You could’ve just kept it at ‘good morning’!” You turn to face Eddie, your face still soft from sleep, tired from the nights on the road. “Sorry,” you say meekly, “I needed to talk to someone. Unfortunately my best friend has no qualms about her blabbermouth!”
Robin scoffs in mock offense. “This is so not my fault, you-“
“If I may,” Eddie interrupts, “It doesn’t bother me at all. I would tell everyone I knew, if I could.”
This causes Robin to turn on him. “So, why don’t you?”
“Uh, well, it’s complicated,” Eddie starts, scratching his head anxiously. “I don’t exactly know what it is we’re doing, it’s nothing I can explain at this point in time really, there’s a lot that-“
“Boo!” Robin interrupts, throwing Eddie a thumbs down gesture. “We all know you two are in love, isn’t that all that matters?!”
“Whoa!” Eddie exclaims at the same time you shriek, “Robin!” causing her to startle.
“What? I’m just calling it like I see it.”
“Okay, that’s enough!” You shove yourself from the table, abandoning your half eaten pancakes. “I’m gonna go help load the buses. Enjoy the rest of your breakfast. Eddie,” He looks up to where you’re standing, immediately losing himself in your pretty eyes. “I’ll uh, see you later.” And before he can respond you’re hustling out of the hotel.
Eddie turns back to Robin, eyes narrowing at her. “What the hell was that?”
“What?!” She questions through a mouth stuffed with waffle.
“Why would you say that? As if I haven’t scared her enough already, you had to drop the L word on them?!”
Robin swallows thickly before responding, “Hey. I have no clue what else you’ve told them, they don’t tell me everything believe it or not. All I know is that you almost hooked up last night, but didn’t. They didn’t tell me why not, and I asked! But it’s pretty fuckin clear you both wanted to, so of course I’m dying to know why.”
“I’m sure you’ll learn soon enough.”
“They said it was up to you to tell me.” Robin crossed her arms over her chest.
Eddie shrugs. “It’s not something I need everyone to know. I promise you’re not missing out on anything.”
Robin only groans, and shoves another buttery bite into her mouth.
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Your POV
Steve is double checking his list when you approach him in front of the buses. “Mornin’ sunshine,” You greet him, wrapping your arms around the middle of his stiff torso. “How ya doin’?”
Steve wraps one arm around your shoulders, the other still holding his clipboard. “I’m alright, we’re almost ready to go. You weren’t in your room this morning, you okay?”
You sigh, letting him from your grasp. “I’m good, yeah. There’s some stuff I wanna talk to you about, though.”
“Yeah?” Steve drops his clipboard to his side, turning to face you. “I’m all ears.”
“I uh, well. Eddie and I talked,” you pause, heeding his reaction, but Steve only nods for you to go on. “He told me everything. About New Years, about the meetings,” you watch as Steve catches on to what you’re saying. “He’s getting better, or he says he is. He didn’t drink last night, hasn’t used in weeks. He told me you saved his life.”
Steve gives you a shy smile. “He said that?”
You nod, feeling your own smile widen. “He’s surprised you aren’t bragging to anyone who’ll listen. It’s a huge thing, saving the life of a rockstar.”
Steve shoves you playfully. “Hey, who do you think I am? Like I’m gonna go around parading the fact that my best friend tried to kill himself. I’m not a monster.”
You laugh at his defense. “No, of course not! I just. I guess I still have questions.” Steve gives you a questioning look. “I didn’t see him at his worst, but you did. You watched him fall apart when it should have been me.” You shake your head sadly, unable to look at your friend.
“Y/n, I need you to get a grip.” His tone startles you, and you snap your head up to look at him.
“Excuse me?”
“This isn’t your pity party! You just learned something so serious, so important about the guy you’re clearly in love with, and your first instinct is to wish you’d been the one calling the ambulance?!” The anger in his tone stings your cheeks with embarrassment. He’s right. “I get it, I know that time wasn’t easy for you, either. But you had no way of knowing. You stopped calling him, stopped talking about him altogether.”
“Are you saying this is my fault?!” You’re angry now, too. “Eddie is a grown up, he makes his own decisions, don’t you dare try insinuating it’s my fault he was using.”
Steve pinches the bridge of his nose, his eyes screwed shut in concentration. “No. No, that’s not what I’m saying. Of course it’s not your fault, but Eddie’s an impulsive guy, with little to no critical thinking skills. He’s not gonna think every little thing through.”
You sigh, defeated. “I just don’t know what to do from here.”
Steve rests a hand on your shoulder, like a dad about to drop a birds and bees talk on his teenager. “Whatever you want.”
“What?”
He shrugs. “You know everything now, right? What’s left?”
“A lot, actually.”
“Like?”
“Like, how do I make sure this doesn’t happen again? How do I trust him? How do I trust myself?”
“Okay, slow down. No one has those answers. You know that, right? You’re never gonna know what you’re capable of until you try. You gotta put the work in.”
You look at your friend quizzically. “Where’d you get all this relationship wisdom? Last I checked, you’re still a bachelor!”
He blushes at the mention. “I may or may not be seeing someone”
“Steve!” You shove him, and he stumbles. “How dare you keep this secret from me?!”
“Sorry! I wanted to tell you but, you’ve been preoccupied!”
It’s not a dig, but you pout at him. “I have been, huh. I’m sorry, I haven’t been that great of a friend lately.
“Hey I get it, I wouldn’t be either if I had the hots for Eddie.”
“What do you mean if?”
It’s Steve’s turn to shove you, sparking a brief wrestling match that ends with him in a headlock.
Steve throws his arm around you again. “You know. You really do drive me nuts. But I put up with it because I love you.”
“I love you too, Stevie.”
“So, what’s the plan now?”
God, what a loaded question. “Guess we’ll find out!” Steve groans, and you cackle before hugging him a third time.
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You have a few days off in Philadelphia, and you’re ecstatic. There are tattoo shops, record stores, and endless options for good food in the city, and you’re excited to explore it all. The only problem, though, is the person you want to explore with.
“Eddie, over here!” “Right here, Eddie!” “How’s tour treating you?” “Partying hard?” The paps swarm him and his band, seemingly ignoring your presence right behind them. “Great work on the new album, Eddie.” “What was the inspiration behind Sweetheart?!” The questions are shallow, excuses to keep snapping pictures of the front man as he shields his eyes.
“Thanks, guys, I appreciate it. You gotta go, though. My manager’s gonna be pissed.” He laughs nervously, and you fight the urge to catch up to him. “Hope you’ll come see us on Friday.” He adds half heartedly, and eventually they stop following, letting him, as well as the rest of you, to enter the hotel without further disturbance.
Steve makes a bee line for the front desk, leaving you and your bandmates to wait with Corroded Coffin in the lobby. You stand next to Eddie, not too closely to draw attention, but close enough to feel the tension in his shoulders. “Hi.” Your voice is barely a whisper, but Eddie hears you.
“Hey.”
“You alright?”
He shrugs. “Just stressed.”
“You wanna go out when we get settled? There’s some stuff I wanna check out.”
He nods, a wordless agreement, and you nod back. Steve comes back with the room assignments, and you have one to yourself for the weekend. For now, at least. You have a lingering feeling you won’t get much time alone.
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Eddie’s POV
He waits outside the hotel, a cigarette hanging in his mouth as he watches the nightlife around him. Kids on their way to bars, to clubs, giggling and shouting without a care in the world. Some teens crossing the street do a double take as they pass him, and he hears them talking. “Guys seriously, that was him! That’s Eddie.” He chuckles to himself, still finding himself shocked that people know who he is.
“Hey, you ready?” You step out of the hotel door, onto the sidewalk next to him. You’re in street clothes, a pair of high waisted jeans and a tucked in Bikini Kill shirt, your hair tied up on your head.
Eddie nods, and takes up stride next to you as you lead the way down the street. At first, neither of you speak, letting the silence weigh on top of you as you find your footing. It’s not long though before Eddie can’t take it.
“Where are we going?”
You shrug, like it wasn’t your idea to go out. “There’s a secret show here tonight. It’s way low key, but Robin heard through the grapevine from a very reputable source.” Your words make him nervous. Something about a night out with you makes his skin vibrate. You lead him down another side street, and outside a dive bar, a line is forming, mostly of people around the same age as you and Eddie, mostly wearing what looked to Eddie like his wardrobe in high school. He tries to read a few of the shirts, but nothing is visible enough to give away who this band might be.
You get up to the front of the line, and the bouncer doesn’t even bother asking for an ID. “Wow, Y/n L/n and Eddie Munson. Wasn’t sure if you’d show!” Despite the bouncer’s size, his voice is gentle, kind. He gives you and Eddie a wave as he unclips the red rope, the only obstacle between the street and the store.
“Who are we seeing?” Eddie half yells so you can hear him over the music, following closely behind as you slither your way to the stage.
“You’ll see!” You tease. “I’m surprised you didn’t know about this!” You reach the stage, where guitars and a drum kit are waiting to be played. “Figured you’d be the one telling me about it, actually.” You head to the bar and order yourself a drink, not bothering to ask Eddie if he wants anything.
“You wanna give me a hint?”
You shake your head, straw wiggling in the glass as you sip. “It’s better as a surprise.” You wink at him, and he follows your lead to the stage as the lights dim.
Before anyone sets foot on stage, Eddie’s heart jolts. He recognizes the drum kit somehow, and he feels the knot in his throat tighten. No fucking way. The overhead speakers buzz before a recorded voice announces, Hole In The Wall Club would like to thank its sponsors for putting tonight’s event on. Please remember there is no flash photography inside the venue, no smoking, and absolutely no crowd surfing. Then a loud, electrifying applause rattles the room as Metallica set foot on what is probably the smallest stage they’ve been on in years.
“No fucking way.” Eddie says more to himself, but you look up at him, beaming. “No goddamn fucking way!”
“Surprise!” You giggle, and Eddie has to fight the urge to kiss you right there. You’re right, he should have known about this, but he’d been so distracted by the person in front of him he could barely retain anything else.
They open with For Whom The Bell Tolls, and Eddie launches himself into the mosh pit, limbs vibrating with excitement. You’re close behind, drink splashing as you jump around with him.
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so so very sorry for how much time has passed since the last chapter. i won’t promise to update regularly but i definitely haven’t forgotten!
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How is it #1 on trending. Literally can already tell there are so many inaccuracies and I havent even watched the video
#submission#HELL . HELL WORLD#poppy playtime when it's the yt kids of entertainment#and yeah you're right it's so bad aurgjhfdkl;fd;#i just didn't like it all that much#mod cyrus#angelshipper
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10 facts about your Huntsman son
sadfsf he doesn't even have a name yet kjsafd okay Leggo
He grew up with Evie because the huntsman works for Grimhilde/the evil queen and would kill a man for her tbh. When Grimhilde would keep her inside he would keep her company and sometimes sneak out to bring her things from around the isle.
Leave him alone with Jay and Carlos and they share like one braincell.
He was terrified of Mal when they first met. Lowkey he still is.
He doesn't hate his dad as much as the other vks but he's so for getting out of the isle.
He does hate Grimhilde tho omg
Probably the most mentally stable of the gang.
He and Jay have a thing for one of them being around the others at all times since they're both in the enforcer/protector role in their gang.
Punches Chad in the face...multiple times.
He lowkey doesn't like the idea of the VK parents running Auradon after they get the wand ( "they're not exactly earning my trust without powers) but his loyalty to Evie and the Core Four is absolute.
Can make a bow and arrows out of the wildest shit tbh like he will always have one and half the time you're better off not asking where they came from.
#asks#my ocs#fd: descendants#you know that scene in arrow where Oliver Queen is like 'our hotel room' when hes asked where tf he got arrows#and it cuts to him using curtain rods and things from the room to somehow make a freakin bow and arrow#this kids that lmao#thank you for asking about my boy ;A; <3
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i think mikey /asking/ to be saved is enough proof that he can be saved and not that he was ‘fated to follow a path of violence’ especially bc we never see him content w that path in the future
#bc like he was miserable???? it’s like michi said he did all that but he regretted it?? he didn’t want to??#sanzu seemed to really thrive in the bonten tl soo idk if he’s projecting?? or if it’s about wtv he knows?? or cause mikey’s a prodigy?? or#if it’s bc he really believes that so he made himself fit that role too?? IDKKK#they were both just kids fds :cccc#tr#tokyo revengers#spoilers#mikey#sano manjiro#tr261#okay just saw a thing about him being ‘trapped in a cycle of violence’ and I accept/agree cause ‘trapped’ is different than ‘fated’#like I feel like trapped he can be freed/released (by michi like the person said) and I fully have to believe that#bc he wants outtttt so baddd😭
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