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Soulmate Mark!AU (The mark is either be a name or a picture that hints to who the soulmate is)

It is common knowledge in Teyvat that everyone gains a soulmate mark sometime in their lifetimes.

Reader's soulmate mark appears during the night of her most recent birthday, linking her to a certain former Sixth Harbinger.

What is not so commonly known is that the soulmate mark can change; when something happened that not only shatters the affected person's trust and belief in their partner, it also makes them unable to accept their partner anymore.

When Reader catches Wanderer cheating on her with Haypasia, she wakes up the next morning to a new soulmate mark on her arm that matches either Alhaitham, Kaveh, Cyno or Tighnari (who I call the Sumeru 4).

WANDERER ♡⊹˚ Constellations [SFW]

fem. reader (3rd person) ; angst. Soulmate Mark AU. cw for cheating, as well as possibly ooc characters oops- anyway Wanderer and reader don't end up together :(

3k words.

notes. Alright so as I've stated in my rules, I don't exactly dabble a lot in AUs, however I will make an exception for this since it's been sitting for so long on my askbox. Anyway I hope you enjoy ✧˖°

A soulmate could take on many shapes and forms, as well as hold different meanings. To some, a soulmate was bound to become one's life partner. To others, a soulmate didn't have to implicate romantic emotions, it simply being the other half of a puzzle that completed them on a platonic level. Whichever the case, all were aware that everyone in Teyvat shared someone special, for it was written in the stars.

Their one and only sign of who it would be came in the form of a small mark, a set of dots and lines that formed their set constellation. It had always been said that in Teyvat, under the stars there was a home for everyone. Everyone is their own unique person, signified by their own constellation that astrologers could reveal.

To [F/N], her own mark had come on her most recent birthday, at long last. The first thing in order of business was to schedule a meeting with a well known astrologer, hoping to find any other clues regarding her soulmate. It had become an unwritten rule to visit a reader of stars for two things - one, to know one's own constellation. After all, were they to meet their soulmate, they should know to identify it. The other, was to see if any other clues could be gathered regarding their other half. Only a selective few in all seven nations could add information to their search, and as such, consultations weren't cheap.

Nonetheless, with some of the mora she'd received on her birthday, [F/N] went. The older woman, who'd been incessantly recommended by many of her friends, thoroughly read through the lines that made up her mark, fingertip brushing the skin of her lower arm. She sought guidance with her magic, and after a while, she was finally able to give her what little information she could.

"Peregrinus." She'd revealed, the word being the title of her soulmate's constellation. It was a strange language, yet it was said it was the language the stars spoke in. "I see a figure… Tormented by past experiences, yet striving to move forth in one's own manner. Constantly moving, constantly uprooting themselves from any one setting."

[F/N] couldn't help but repeat those words in her head that day forward. Peregrinus. Peregrinus. Peregrinus. She dared not ever forget the name of her soulmate's constellation, for it was the key to finding out who they were. When memory began to play tricks on the specific words the astrologer had told her, she even decided to write them down on a simple notebook she carried with herself, patiently waiting for the day she and they crossed paths.

It had been on the Grand Bazaar in Sumeru City. [F/N] wasn't even certain anymore why she'd gone there, it was to get a few things on a list to aid her mother or something. That part of the memory was foggy. What hadn't been foggy however, was the moment she noticed her mark grow in grandeur, as if the stars in the constellation were signifying they were glowing. They were near, so near.

Her eyes had widened, head darting around as if looking for who it could be. She'd heard of all the stories of her friends, how they had met their soulmate in romantic ways. She wished to have such an encounter, yet amidst the chaos of the bazaar and the wish to not lose them among the crowd, she resolved to shout straight to the point.

"Peregrinus?! Peregrinus!"

People turned their way, some as if she were mad, others quickly understanding what that meant. Some offered her consoling and encouraging smiles, though most simply continued on with their day.

One single figure stopped, before finally turning in her direction. To her walked a young looking man dressed in elaborate clothes of a soothing blue, his skin like porcelain and eyes piercing, indigo in shade. His very figure, adorned with an elaborate hat, was difficult to miss, especially when she was in such high alert. The expression on his face was difficult to decipher, a small scowl across his pretty features, his eyebrows furrowed before he finally parted his lips.

"That's my constellation."

Yes, he was her soulmate. Words didn't seem to be his forté, the young man speaking with a gruff tone and words that could appear harsh at first glance. Well, [F/N] didn't take it to heart much, especially when thinking back on the words the astrologer had shared with her - tormented by past experiences, yet striving to move forth in one's own manner. Patience was something she quickly learned to deploy, calmly asking if they could move away to a quieter place. He'd agreed, and before long, he himself had shown his own mark carved on his arm. It was her constellation, the young woman naming it before he'd done so.

They shared a glance, a sea of emotions streaming through them. Hope, hesitancy, vulnerability. They'd found their one.

[F/N] had learned quickly her soulmate had no name. He'd had many, in his past, yet none mattered to him. He went by only wanderer, his will to attach himself to the world never quite strong. That was, until she'd come along. In truth, Wanderer had never quite expected he'd find his soulmate. Human life was so fickle after all, and could a puppet truly love? It was one of many thoughts that haunted his head, yet the patience [F/N] showed him sure showed itself to be more stubborn than his own stubbornness.

In the end, she'd won, and he had opened up the small crack she'd managed to break. Her wanderer slowly but surely shared more about himself, as well as a past name of his. One that he hadn't minded as much. One she quickled fashioned into her own name for him. Kuni. It felt… Odd, to hear her call him by it. It felt…. Strange... Foreignly warm.

Kuni hadn't ever shared everything with her. It was too much, and the way he'd become overwhelmed was understandable. She never pushed him much, instead allowing him to open up at his own pace. Instead she talked, and shared, and he listened. Despite his rough exterior, he'd proven himself to be a great listener, engaging her in conversation whenever she saw fit. They spent time together, they got to know one another, and eventually, Kuni had grown comfortable around her, at least enough to display public signs of affection such as hand holding.

Everything felt wonderful. Everything felt complete.

That was, until everything crashed down. Until her heart was broken in a million pieces.

"Kuni? Kuni I'm home! My boss told me I could-" [F/N] had announced, only to find their shared house empty. He wasn't in the living room, nor the bedroom, not even in the kitchen.

Strange, yet it wasn't enough to raise alarm bells. After all, he was free to leave whenever, and he wasn't expecting her to come back so soon.

So, she waited. And whilst waiting, [F/N] had calmly set the groceries on their kitchen table, sorting everything needed for the dish she wished to prepare. It was one of Kuni's favorites, him having taught her how to cook it. It was difficult perfecting Inazuman cuisine, yet for her lover, there was nothing she wouldn't attempt to do.

The rice was cooking, and the freshly caught eel she'd bought from the market was prepped. [F/N] was about to begin cooking when she heard the front door open. She couldn't even contain the smile from forming on her face as she cleaned her hands with her apron, grabbing the wooden spoon to stir the sauce before making her way to the kitchen door. There, she heard more than one voice. She stopped, and listened. It was a woman's voice, yet still, she didn't dare even question it. To [F/N], for all she knew, it was a friend! It had been difficult for Kuni to open up for others, and as such, she was more than happy for him.

"K-"

"Come, it's okay. She's not home."

The words stopped from coming out, the woman left stunned and frozen. Her eyes focused on nothing but the empty hallway ahead, the previous happiness slowly being morphed into foggy confusion. Giggles were heard following suit, and without even knowing what to do or what to say, it wasn't long until she heard sounds of kissing. It was loud, and obvious. Sloppy. Gross.

Suddenly everything felt nauseating. Her eyes were glossy, yet despite everything else, she moved. Whether due to denial, disbelief or rage, she wasn't sure. [F/N] simply moved, emerging from the small hallway to gaze up at her front door, wooden spoon still in hand as she pitifully stood there, clothes dirtied from the dish she wished to prepare for him. She stood there, unmoving, glancing up to the man that now stood at her front door, kissing another woman.

"Kuni?" She finally let out, loud enough for them to hear. Her voice was trembling, the tears pricking her vision.

She watched as the pair jumped in surprise, him practically shoving the other girl away before eyeing her with a surprised look. A look of guilt.

"[F/N]-"

"What are you doing? And who is that girl!" She cut him off, her voice fluctuating between anger and sorrow. Her hands hung low, the rage slowly boiling over as she tried to not jump at either of them.

"Look-"

"I thought you'd said she wasn't home." She heard the green haired girl whisper, it being enough to break her.

"How long has this been going on for!? How could you do this!"

"This means nothing, [F/N]." He outright scoffed, baffled that it would make her that angry.

"What do you mean this means nothing?!" It was the other woman's turn to shout, disbelief on her features. "That certainly wasn't what you told me last time we were together!"

"You piece of shit!" Tears were flowing freely down [F/N]'s face, their voices quickly raising and garnering attention from their neighbors.

A sudden sorrowful confrontation quickly turned into a screaming match, hurtful words being thrown as [F/N] ran down the hallway, arms flailing in an attempt to try and shove them out of her house.

Kuni's indifference turned to defensive dismissal, shouting back over how she shouldn't be that fucking mad, that it wasn't a big deal, that they were still soulmates. It had been that last one that utterly crushed her beyond belief, the pure anger evident on her face finally seeming to get through him.

"Shut. Up. Don't EVER call me your soulmate again! You talk to me about betrayal yet you have the gall to turn around and do this!" At that point they were outside, their neighbors watching on through windows or open doors as the sight before them unfolded. "Fuck off and stay away from my sight!"

"You're being dramatic, [F/N]-"

"You two better leave before I call the Corps of Thirty." Against all the rage she was feeling, [F/N]'s voice grew lower, colder. It was enough to finally get through them. They were no longer welcome.

And as such, with all eyes watching them in shame, they left. The young woman was left crying inside her house, the women that lived beside her coming to her aid when she felt ready.

That first night had been rough, and sure enough, many were to follow. Practicing her better judgment, [F/N] managed to not burn Kuni's clothing that same day, instead packing them before leaving them outside for him to take. She couldn't eat, she couldn't relax, she couldn't sleep. She could only let it out, crying for Archons knows how long before her exhaustion took over.

The following day, she couldn't even dare look upon the damned mark on her arm. She wished nothing to do with him, and at that point, even the house felt suffocating. It still smelled of him, his once comforting scent she'd grown to dislike. Before leaving for work, she remembered to leave her windows cracked open, hoping the breeze would sweep away his scent before she returned.

It was only during work she'd realized it, how the constellation upon her arm had suddenly changed. While at work she'd accidentally splashed water on herself, prompting her to change out of the long sleeved shirt she had brought to work. She didn't want to look, her eyes actively trying to glance anywhere but there, yet against all her efforts, her gaze jumped to the mark, and there she stayed. The six dots were now rearranged in a new order, the once seemingly symmetrical pattern now forming a new, undiscovered constellation.

Her heart was beating quickly, yet she wasn't sure it was due to good reasoning.

Not again, she thought.

[F/N] was hesitant to even give it much thought. Her heart was still broken to a million pieces, and it would take time to recover. She didn't really have the same excitement to seek out an astrologer to find out more, instead trying to distract herself.

Days turned to weeks, weeks passed on and morphed into months. By that point, [F/N] had calmed down, settled in somewhat. Still, she hadn't sought out any answers just yet. The thought still churned her stomach, yet her friends figured it was time for her to move on.

"How about I go with you after work?" A friend had proposed, smiling with encouragement. Fine, she would relent eventually.

"Alright… Only so you guys shut up about it." [F/N] pouted, her friend nodding along in victory.

Despite not having previously booked their appointment, they managed to successfully get their consultation later that evening. There was a clear lack of enthusiasm in [F/N]'s face, and even the older woman noticed so. Still, she went through with the same ritual, the answers she got prompting her to bloom a smile even prior to revealing them her answers.

She'd murmured the constellation's name, yet [F/N] had only halfheartedly heard it. It was what came after that peaked her interest.

"Discipline, loyalty. A king by their own right."

Her friend seemed far more giddy than she was. As they left the appointment, she couldn't exactly contain her curiosity.

"Isn't that far more appealing, [F/N]? I mean, a king? Only what you deserve, truly."

"Oh come on, you know how they tend to flower their words." The girl scoffed, a small smile still present on her face regardless. Sure, she wasn't exactly as thrilled as she was her first merry go round, yet still…

Perhaps, this time it would go better.

Days went on by, routine setting in. Work, home, repeat. [F/N] had gotten used to living by herself, slowly mending her own heart before readying herself for another try.

"Come on now, you're not going back home straight from work again are you?" Her friend had groaned, hands on her hips.

"Well I wanted to relax…" [F/N] pouted.

"I get it, I do, but you have to go out more. Fresh air will do you nice! How about a small walk through the Bazaar and then a stop at Puspa Café? My treat!"

"Ugh, fine…." She groaned, her friend cheering in victory before linking their arms together.

She had to admit, the walk felt… Refreshing. Nice. There was good conversation made, and before long, a treat at the Café was in order. The pair entered before noticing it was rather packed, their eyes looking around whilst looking for a table.

"Goodness, it's packed today. What's the occasion?" Her friend muttered, following the waiter that seated them.

"Ah, there's a small TCG event we're hosting." He explained with a polite smile, before taking their orders.

"Oh right, it's that game that has gotten so popular. Have you tried it before?" She asked her friend.

"Yeah, I have. It's fun, though I only pick it up occasionally." [F/N] hummed, looking ahead to the players while resting her chin on her hand. "Those guys seem to take it much more competitively."

"[F/N]-"

"Besides, it requires a lot of strategy and sometimes you just don't feel like thinking much? Some opponents will think like 5 steps ahead of you, so you really have to be in the zone."

"[F/N]."

"One time my boss found my deck out in the open and had it confiscated, too. That's probably why I haven't played it in a bit though-"

"[F/N]!"

"What?!" The young woman said startled, eyeing back her friend with furrowed brows. "Why are you-"

"Your arm!"

Slowly, her gaze lowered to the aforementioned limb, eyes finally landing on the constellation that had shown up months before. The dots replicated the same gleam as once they had, signifying that her new soulmate was close, very close.

"Oh shit…" She whispered.

"What are you still doing here, go on!" Her friend said eagerly.

"Go, go where?! What do you want me to do?" [F/N] stuttered, her face suddenly feeling hot.

"Oh I don't know, go to where all the people are?! On the other end of the Café!"

"And what am I supposed to do, stop their match to ask if one of them is my soulmate?!"

"Uhm, yeah???" Her friend crossed her arms, huffing impatiently. "Do you want me to do it for you? I know the name of their constellation, after all."

"No need!" [F/N] groaned in frustration, getting up from her seat and glaring at her now grinning friend. "F-Fine, I'll go there!"

With a huff, [F/N] made her way across the Café, slowly and hesitantly reaching the gathered crowd around the match that was apparently reaching its end. Those around the two players watched in awe, commenting on each move performed by the two of them. The young woman tried to remain calm, her eyes shifting around those whose arms were showing in a vague attempt at finding her own constellation marked on one of them.

"I have to say, it was a wonderful match. Though, I'll have to cut this short." One of them said loud and clear, his fingers picking up one of his own cards before placing it neatly in front of his adversary. "And with this… I believe I win the match."

"Oh, so the General was saving that for the end of the match…. Well played."

"Tsk…. I should've seen it coming." His adversary smiled humbly, nodding his head before the two of them shared a handshake. "Well played, General."

"You were great, too. I'd enjoy playing another round with you, next time."

"Oh, hello miss," A young man, dressed in Akademiya attire reached her side, smiling her way. "Is there anything I can help you with?"

"Oh, uh, yes." [F/N] blushed softly, tucking some hair behind her ear. "Is the match finished?"

"Did you wish to witness it? I'm afraid it is… Oh, but if you'd like, I can recap it for you?"

"N-No, that's okay, thank you though!" She shook her hand before gathering up her strength. "I'm here because… Well you see, my soulmate mark-"

"Ooohhh, I see." He was quick to catch on, nodding his head. "Please, feel free to inquire anyone present further, and good luck."

"Thanks…"

It certainly felt odd, reaching everyone so suddenly for such a question. Amidst that group of mostly young men, was her soulmate… She supposed that was enough justification for the way her heart was outright pounding in her chest.

And thus, her questioning began.

"Uh, excuse me? Is your constellation… Lupus Aureus?"

"Hi, sorry for the question, is your constellation Lupus Aureus?"

"You don't happen to have your constellation named Lupus Aureus, do you?"

She practically went through every student there, her friend patiently waiting for any outcome by her table. Her face at that point was burning, her heartbeat almost audible to those around her. By the end there weren't many left, and as the General Mahamatra himself was putting his deck away, the young woman took a deep breath and approached him.

Surely, it wasn't him. Surely someone as grand as the General had already found his soulmate, yet it didn't hurt to get it out if the way.

"Excuse me, General?" Her voice was soft when addressing him, him in turn humming softly before turning her way. "You don't… Happen to have your constellation be Lupus Aureus, do you?" There was silence on his end, prompting her to fill it with more talk. "Sorry, it's just- It's my soulmate's constellation, and while I was here my mark began to glow and… Well…"

The General Mahamatra was still quiet, his gaze piercing hers as his expression didn't shift. [F/N] almost felt like she should expect some sort of retribution for addressing him, his eyes nearly suffocating her with the aura of respect he presented.

"...Aureus Sirius?" He muttered out in a monotone voice, rendering her rather confused.

"H-Huh?" She breathed out.

"Aureus Sirius? Because that really is my constellation."

"...."

She needed time to process it.

Not the joke, the mere fact that it indeed was his constellation.

"...Get it?" The General mumbled, his face still not shifting. "Aureus because it's part of the name of my constellation, and Sirius because it's another constellation to which it's related to, according to the astrologer I visited."

It was her turn to be frozen in place, completely silent. Her eyes were now fixated on his, incredulous while still processing what he'd just said. The joke was absolutely terrible, and definitely not something she would've expected from the General Mahamatra. Still…. The way he went out of his way to explain it was what had broke her façade, a crack of a smile appearing on her face before she let out a huff of a laugh.

"Yes… Yes I do get it…"

"Funny, right?" He revealed a hint of a smile. Sure she could deny it, but before she were to say it, he cut her to the chase. "You laughed."

She had… Albeit not for the reason he hoped it was. Still, it felt like all the pressure of the situation had suddenly dissipated.

"I'm [F/N], and-"

"You're my soulmate." He softly cut her off, his eyes suddenly growing softer. It was like he felt relief to have finally found her. "Please, call my Cyno."

Cyno, the acclaimed King of Invocation TCG. Well, sure, turned out he really was a king of his own kind.

"Oh… Of course." [F/N] gave him a shy but sincere smile, holding her own hands whilst playing with her fingers in nervousness. "...Would you like to have a coffee with me?"

"Of course."

The way he glanced at her… Something in [F/N] told her this time everything would sail much smoother.

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i4bellingham · 1 year

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LOST : jude bellingham x fem!reader (angst)

where the only love jude has ever come to know is you, a previous relationship he had failed yet tried so hard to keep. // AGAIN, english is not my first language so please be kind and bare with me :(( i had no other ideas so i went down the route that i’m most comfortable writing with, an angst :P enjoy my loves !!

“What’s wrong?”

The soft edge of your voice was not missed by Jude, the care and unadulterated love evident in your eyes as his gaze meets yours.

“What’s wrong love?” You ask again, this time approaching him in brisk steps and arms ready to wrap around his body.

And he lets you.

He lets you engulf him in your warmth, despite your arms not meeting all the way on his back you flatten your palms against his spine, smoothly and softly caressing the fabric of his training shirt.

There was not a single word spoken. And yet you didn't have to because your actions would've sufficed either way merely because Jude finds comfort in the entirety of you, whether that may be in a form of vocal reassurance or simply by just being there. You were the source of his calmness and content.

Jude wraps his own arms around you, leaning his head against yours before kissing your forehead.

“It’s nothin’ love, don’t hafta worry bout anythin’.” He tells you.

　　　　　　　　　ㅡ ♡ ㅡ

When he meets her eyes, there is a silent plead in his gaze.

A plea for any semblance of you, in her.

Jude knows he's not being fair but he couldn’t fully grasp the realization that this is his reality now as he stands before his family and her in the seats of the stadium.

His parents tells him how much they're proud of him, highlighting every good plays and the number of steals he managed to grab during the entire game yet it all falls deaf in his ears.

He remains rooted on his spot, eyes glued on the soft chestnut ones of his current girlfriend and he couldn't help but miss your slightly darker ones. The same ones who would crinkle into adorable crescent moons when you would smile as you watched him approach you in the bleachers. Hers doesn't do that, though there is a content and timid smile on her lips before she's standing in front of him.

Jude faintly remembers his Mum telling him that she's proud and a supportive pat on his back from his Dad, all that before they're seated back on the soft-cushioned chairs and he's standing face to face with his current girlfriend.

“You did so well in there Jude! You played so good!” She squeals, enthusiasm in her voice but he couldn't fully match her attitude. Not after the plaguing thoughts of you clouding his entire mind and turning it into a foggy lane of his memories with you. “I’m so proud of you!”

Are you?

Are you proud of him still?

He knows it's been almost 8 months since your break-up and since he last saw you but are you still watching his games? Like when you promised that you'd still support him no matter what happens? Do you still have his jersey or is it tucked away somewhere in the city where it's no longer near your grasp? Do you still have his Nike tech fleece that you used to wear a lot in the house? Or is it replaced by another hoodie as you toss away your remaining memories of him?

“... we can cook for dinner or order your favorite from your favorite restaurant. Just so we can celebrate your guys’ win and your good game tonight...” Her voice trails off, noticing the lack of acknowledgements from her boyfriend. “Jude...? Baby, are you alright?”

Ah, right. Jude hesitantly nods his head, smiling a timid smile before she's being wrapped around in his embrace.

“Mhm... ’m alright.” He tries to reassure her, caressing the back of her head. “Nothin’ to worry about.”

You're gone, driven away by his own selfishness. And while you used to be the source of his comfort and his everything, he’s now lost, eyes looking over an unfamiliar territory for something special that he threw away in the very first place.

a/n: read part two here.

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murdock-barnes · 2 years

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One More Time Part 2

Part 1

Matt Murdock x Enhanced!Fem!Reader

Summary: Reader has telepathic powers that can make Matt see. Matt sees the reader, himself, Foggy, and Karen for the first time.

Warnings: None. Fluff

Word Count: 1,8K

A/N: Ahhhh I really didn't expect my little story to get so much attention. Thank you for your support😍 I am SO SORRY that I kept you waiting for so long but finally, here it is. Also, I cried a lot while I was writing this. I hope you enjoy it❤️❤️

You put your head on the soft pillow ready to sleep and Matt just closed his eyes lying beside you. You watched his beautiful face. He always called you his angel but he was an angel himself; with his beauty, with his heart. You reached and cupped his cheek as he opened his eyes with an 'Mhm?'. You laughed at his sleepy expression. Your heartbeat faltered when an idea sparked in your head. Matt, of course, noticed it. He shook off his sleepiness and asked "What is it, sweetheart?"

You hastily got up and jumped off the bed. You were on Matt's side now. He was confused when you grabbed his hands and pulled him off of the bed. He laughed "Baby, just tell me what are we doing. I can hear that you're excited but can't read your mind."

"Just wait!" you said as you dragged him in front of the full-length mirror in the corner of the bedroom. On the way, you turned the lights on. When you two ended up in front of the mirror, you pushed his shoulders down silently telling him to sit down. He obeyed and you sat beside him. You grabbed his face with both hands and planted a kiss on his lips.

"You're so beautiful Matty. I want you to see it," you whispered to his lips. "Do you want to?"

He was quiet for a moment but then said "Yes, show me please!"

You smiled contently and closed your eyes. You focused on the feeling of his face between your hands, his smell, his presence. Your bond was getting stronger every time you use it so this time it was easier for you to reach that bond and connect your minds. You felt your mind being locked with his.

"Matt, I'm gonna open my eyes. Are you ready to see yourself?" you softly asked.

He nodded "Yes, ready." You heard the excitement, wonder, and hesitation in his voice. Then, you slowly opened your eyes. It caught Matt by surprise again. First, lights filled his vision and colors. When he saw himself for the first time, he didn't know what to do or what to say. Was this really him? He took in his features and gave you a small smile.

"I kinda look like my father," he said. You smiled with teary eyes. Matt was stunned. Seeing his father in his own features wrenched his heart. There were times he tried to remember him but he was so young when he last saw him. He sometimes saw him in his dreams but the memory of his face wasn't clear. However, now he could see that he resembled him not only with the devil inside him but also with his features. He didn't even realize he was crying until you wiped away his tears.

"I'm so old." he chuckled. You laughed with him. You stroked the wrinkles that form around his eyes when he laughs. "I love these so much. It gives me so much joy to see you smile," you said. He gave you a soft and shy smile.

He reached and grabbed your hands, holding them in his. "Please, show me yourself?" he said softly.

"Only if you promise you won't run away when you see how ugly I am." you joked. He laughed and nodded.

You slowly turned to face the mirror. Your reflection smiled back at you. Well, there were definitely days you looked better but you wanted him to see you truly; without any makeup, without your hair done, or without flattering clothes. Your hair was in a ponytail and you were wearing the most comfortable but not so good looking clothes to bed. Matt was quiet... too quiet. Maybe he really didn't like what he see? Maybe he thinks you're really ugly like just joked about?

"You are the most beautiful thing I've ever seen," he took in a deep breath. He reached and stroked your cheek. "So pretty," he whispered. You could clearly see in his eyes that he was truly in awe of your beauty. You couldn't help but cry and Matt wiped your tears away. He said "Even prettier when you cry" and leaned in to plant a kiss on your tears. He smiled upon the taste of your salty tears.

"You told me the color of your eyes and hair but I always wanted to see them myself." He watched his hand as he twirled your hair. "You know I think I should be glad that I can't see your eyes. Since every time you look at me, you'd bring me to my knees."

Your heart melted and exploded at the same time. He was truly the sweetest man ever. You giggled and leaned into his embrace.

"Look at us, Matty. We look so good together," you said. You two really suited each other, making a good-looking couple.

He took in the view. He watched himself and you. "We're perfect for each other, sweetheart" He planted a kiss on the top of your head.

For the rest of the night, you two stayed in front of the mirror as Matt wanted to explore every single detail of your body. He examined your hair and brows closely. He watched your eyes and eyelashes. He counted your freckles.

It was really late when you went to bed. Just before you fell asleep, Matt said "Can you come by the office tomorrow? I would very much like it if you can show me Foggy and Karen."

You smiled and cuddled him tighter "Of course, honey. Anything for you."

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The next day, you picked four coffees and some donuts, making your way to Nelson, Murdock, and Page.

Foggy greeted you with a big cheer. "Hey! It's so nice to see you!"

As you tried to place the coffees and donuts down on the table, Foggy gave you a tight side hug. You laughed "I think you missed me Foggy, huh?"

"Well, I like that you always bring some goodies when you come here," he said.

"I can't believe you," you laughed. Karen came around and hugged you. "Don't listen to him!" she said. "I'm glad to see you."

Karen stayed beside you locking her arm on yours. You spotted Matt leaning on his office door. He had a smirk on his face.

"So what brought you here today?" Foggy said as he stuffed a donut in his mouth.

"What? I can't visit my boyfriend's workplace?" you said in a serious tone.

Foggy halted and looked at you "Well... I mean, yes.... of course, you can."

"Sweetheart," Matt said with a slight warning in his voice. You laughed "I'm kidding Foggy. Matt asked me to come."

Karen laughed and Foggy turned to face Matt.

"Yes, there is something we want to talk about with you guys. Come in here." He walked back into his office. Foggy and Karen gave you questioning looks but you just shrugged as you entered his office.

Karen and Foggy sat down. You sat next to Matt and they were across from you.

"Guys, what is going on?" Karen said.

Foggy intervened as you were about to answer. "Wait! Are you pregnant?" he got up and exclaimed. "Oh, I'm gonna be an uncle. I'll be the best uncle Hell's Kitchen has ever seen!"

Matt shushed him "Foggy! She's not pregnant." Your laugh filled the silence. Foggy stopped and sat back down "Oh... okay then."

"So what is it?" Karen asked.

You smiled contently "You are aware of my... abilities." They both nodded. "Well, I figured a way for Matt to see again."

"You... what? How?" Foggy was stunned.

Matt chuckled beside you and held your hand firmly under the table. "She reflects her vision to me so I see through her eyes."

Both Karen and Foggy were surprised, looking at you their mouths agape. You smiled "The first thing he wanted after shaking off the shock was to ask me to show him, you guys."

Foggy's eyes gleamed with deep affection and Karen looked joyous.

"So what do we have to do? Let's do this!" Foggy said.

You chuckled "You don't need to do anything. Just hold on for a minute."

You leaned back in your chair to settle into a more comfortable position. Your hold on Matt's hand was strong as you steadied your breaths. You sensed Matt doing the same thing. The bond was very prominent now. It required little effort to reach and connect. Your mind grasped his. You gave out a long breath once your minds were connected.

Matt felt like he was about to die of excitement as you slowly opened your eyes. The first thing Matt saw was Foggy's smiling face. His face was bright and filled with hope and expectation.

"Foggy?" Matt whispered. A warmth spread over his chest upon seeing his best friend for the first time. Matt always thought Foggy felt like sunshine. Now, he knew it sure as hell that he looked like that as well. His pure heart was clear on his face. His eyes looked kind and loving. His cheeks were flushed with excitement. His smile filled Matt with love. A laugh left his lips.

"Can you really see me?" Foggy said, his voice cracked showing his emotions.

"Well, you're even more handsome than I imagined, brother," Matt said.

Foggy got up laughing and lunged himself at Matt, hugging him tightly. They were both crying now. The scene caused you and Karen to tear up as well. Their embrace lasted long and then, Foggy finally pulled back and sat down again. He wiped away his tears, still laughing.

Your gaze turned to Karen. Matt explored her appearance. She definitely looked younger than her age. Her sweet smile and her teary eyes which filled with affection made Matt's heart swell.

"Well, Karen you are as beautiful as Foggy said," he said smiling and Karen chuckled shyly. She reached and gripped his hand assuringly.

"I didn't know you two had the same hair," Matt said cheekily.

"Hey!" Karen objected. Foggy playfully frowned at Matt.

"What? Don't blame me! You really need a haircut, Foggy."

"Matthew Murdock sees for a couple of minutes and then immediately starts judging our apperances. Would you look at that?" Foggy muttered.

You laughed at his response and then, turned to Matt "Go sit by their side baby so you can see all of you together. Okay?"

Matt got up and moved his chair, sitting between Foggy and Karen now. Foggy put his arm over Matt's shoulder. Karen gripped Matt's arm and smiled. You watched them silently. Matt was speechless upon this view. His friends were by his side. He now knew that they all looked like accomplished grown-ups. He felt proud of the man he become. Knowing that these talented, amazing people were his friends who care about him so much almost made him break. He held it together though.

"Honestly, I wouldn't want to be against us at the court. Look at us! We look so powerful together." Matt said with a smug smile.

Karen and Foggy laughed in unison. "Damn right!" Foggy said, patting Matt's back.

Matt watched them all laugh together. He felt their love for him and he felt belonged. This right here was his family. His girlfriend, his friends... This was home.

#matt murdock fluff #matt murdock x reader #marvel imagine #matt murdock fanfiction #daredevil x reader #daredevil fanfiction #matt murdock #daredevil

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dirtytransmasc · 1 year

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writing a little peace on this, cause I can, and I hate myself and my feelings.

@aliyah-the-creator

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amidst the fear, confusion of everything had just been told, and the foggy pain in his head that lingered with him since waking alone in the stranger forest, he didn't think to ask where his eldest brother was.

neteyam was always a strong, sure leader, always protecting spider, always being a good play buddy and better big brother, even if he was technically younger.

but after days of not seeing him, of no one mentioning his name, even if the feeling in his gut warned against it, even if his he searched any and all of his young mind for a reason he may not be there, he asked. cuddled up to ao'nung in the quiet of night, the blanket that was seemingly very important to the older boy wrapped around him, he asked where the oldest sully boy was, in a tiny voice that shook with some forewarning of anxiety.

he felt his brother take a deep breath, saw the tears gather in his eyes, and he knew something was wrong, something was really wrong. he might be young, but he wasn't clueless.

"we'll talk in the morning spi, I promise,"

"'nung," he protested, not wanting to be kept in the dark, not for so long, not long enough for his mind to twist this anxiety into a monster that would haunt his dreams.

ao'nung just looked at him, biting his lip, begging his eyes to stop tearing and his throat to stop hurting. he could tell his baby brother knew, at least knew that something was wrong, but he just couldn't get the words to form on his lips.

how do you tell a little kid their big brother was dead, had been dead for months, died on a rescue mission to save them, despite his memory freezing neteyam's life at 5 years old, alive and well, not yet faced with the responsibilities of being an adult, or the next chief, or the son of the great toruk makto, or the keeper of his brother. he knows spider doesn't remember the tired lines of his brother's face or the weary slope of his shoulders bowing under the pressure life put on him. how does he tell spider he can't even see his brother again because he is and has been with eywa for months now.

what would he do when spider reacted. when his little heart broke and all logic or reason flew out the window and his world collapsed from underneath him. his big brother was dead, no child would react well to that.

he tugs spider in as close as he can, pressing his nose into sandy locs, tears blending into the curly new growth. he couldn't do it, he didn't have the strength to tell him, he could be strong on so many fronts, but not this, not neteyam, not his friend who he had lost so long ago.

"please spi, in the morning, its... complicated ok, and it's not something I can tell you on my own," he knew that would only have more questions, but he didn't know what else to say, he just had to hope that spider's trust in him would be enough to settle him.

"ok," spider half squeaked, half yawned. ao'nung knew his head getting the best of him, and knew he had to calm him down.

"I'll be here all night tsmukan, you know that, I'll scare all the monsters away... and I'll be here in the morning, and we'll talk, all of us I promise."

spider nodded, clinging his little arms around ao'nungs neck, curling his knees in and letting his brother tuck him close to his chest. his stomach felt like it was tied in a million knots and he could feel his brother's tears bleeding into his scalp, could feel his chest tremor as he barely muffled his own cries. he knew neteyam was gone, felt it somewhere deep within him, in his heart, where eywa presided, he didn't know where and he didn't know why, but he knew his brother was gone and he wouldn't be seeing him again.

he started to cry himself, the tears burning his cheeks a little, ao'nung holding him a little closer, if that was even possible. sleep didn't come easy for either boy, they both drifted between sleep burdened with painful memories and monsters born of fear, and a tired hazy wakefulness. they rose with the sun and found solace on the beach together.

ronal and tonowari knew the instant they found both boys out on the beach, deep in fitful sleep, that the question they had all been dreading had finally reared its ugly head.

they carried both of their tired boys back to the family hut, ronal cradling spider all through the remains of early morning, only waking him for breakfast, tonowari curling ao'nung at his side, a hand in his hair, the other finding spider's little fingers. tsireya watches on with worry, knowing how deep neteyam's death cut ao'nung, it was part of why he was so persistent in making things right with spider; he wouldn't have regrets, he wouldn't lose any more time with people to his childish manners, he wouldn't cut his time short like he had with neteyam. she knew that this, would not end well for either boy, and she knew that she would end the day with a reopened wound.

by lunch both boys were groggily awake, clung to both each other and to their parents. the sully's were gathered after afternoon meal, and there was a heavy silence in the pod as all knew why they were gathered but not one of them could say the words.

ao'nung gathered the boy up to his chest once more, the pair sat between their parents. spider watched as his siblings gathered in the pod together, kiri and lo'ak holding onto each other, kiri holding tuks hand while she sat with jake and neytiri. he felt his breath come short and fast, felt his lip quiver and his eyes swell with itchy tears once more. he was tired of the silence, and frustration got the better of him.

"where is neteyam?" he asked, his fake bravado wavering letting his fear shine through. the silence persisted, even as spider stared the group down. "where is he?" he asked again, looking to his mother and father this time.

ronal goes to speak but is beaten by neytiri.

"he's gone, child, he was killed by humans many months ago, he died-" she cuts herself off, spider felt his mother tense behind him and saw jake shoot a look at his mate.

"he what?" he wanted to know, wanted to know what she would say, why his family didn't seem to want her to say it.

after protests from all around, spider still insisted she finish what she wanted to say.

"he died, protecting you, because he loved you. you may not remember much of him, we are unsure whether or not you ever will, but I need you to know that he loved you..." there was more she wanted to say, that was very clear to almost everyone in the room but spider, his young mind finally taking it in, understanding, that his big brother was dead and gone, that he would never see him again, that he might not even remember him again. he broke down sobbing while his family looked amongst themselves for any sort of direction as to what to do next.

what they were all surprised by was the fact that it was neytiri that moved to comfort him, sitting in front of ao'nung, who just about allowed her to trace a finger up and down the side of his grief-stricken face.

"it isn't fair," he whispered, looking her in the eye, barely halting his own tears long enough to speak.

"no it isn't, but he gave his life so you may live, you and lo'ak, because he was a good brother. he protected you when I could not see my own failure to kame (see into), to protect you like I shoulder have. so do not, for one second, blame yourself for what happened, do you hear me, ‘evan tsatu ‘awlie ma'itan? (boy that was once my son)" she spoke strong and sure, despite the fact she was in the very same state as the boy in question.

"what happened?"

neytiri looked to Ronal, unsure if she could keep going, ronal only nodding, fighting her grip around the boy, kissing his head and then ao'nungs, before pushing spider towards neytiri. the boy held out his arms and she lifted him into her lap, ao'nung darting into his mother's side.

ronal new the boy would never stop wondering, conjuring potential scenerio's in his head till it spun or he got the memories back, both of which would be a torturous wait. he needed this, to heal this bond, to know what happened, to gain closure.

"you had been taken, and... and I allowed us to leave our home without you... you spent many months with the demons, because of our failures. neteyam and lo'ak were given a chance during one of the first great battles to retrieve you, and neteyam did because he couldn't trust us to go back for you. he saved you and lo'ak, got you out of the ship safely, but he was... he was shot by one of the soldiers on the boat. it was our fault, spider, not yours. I only need one thing of you, parultsyìp, is that you do not blame yourself." she held him tight, tighter then she ever had before, and she felt something deep within her hurt. why had she not done this before, he fit so perfectly in her arms, he was meant to be there, she felt it in her soul. why had she failed this child so horribly?

he nodded, sniffled, burrowed deep into her stomach. his head spinning with far too much information, yet he wanted to know more.

he turned to his siblings, finally scootching from neytiri's arm, going to lo'ak and kiri, tuk shifting away from jake and joining her now very similar in age brother in their older siblings embrace. he felt lo'ak holding him the tightest.

"I was the one who told him we should go back, because I hadn't the night you were taken,"

"lo'ak," kiri tried to comfort, clearly used to lo'aks habit of taking the blame.

"its true, I wanted to go back, nothing will change that. not saying what I'm all to blame, just... can't hear mom taking all the blame."

kiri rolled her eyes, clinging closer to spider, "he is with The Great Mother now spider, he is at peace now, you don't have to worry about him anymore. you worried about him a lot, remember, always trying to be a good big brother to him, even if he insisted he was older."

spider did remember that, always gentle with neteyam despite being the size of him as an infant while spider was nearing 18 months old. always careful to not hurt the baby, to protect him from the harms of the lab.

"he is happy now, with Eywa, that's all the matter's. it's very sad that we lost him so soon, but he is with my mother and tsu'tey and trudy. he is with the family we have lost. he rests from a life of duty and sacrifice, and he left us protecting what he loved most; his baby brothers." she spoke with a sort of wiseness that could only be held by a child of Eywa, a child in tune with The Great Mother's heartbeat.

she kissed his forehead before getting up and pulling lo'ak with her, "be with your family, monkey boy, we'll talk later."

tuk didn't say much, only sniffled a goodbye, hugging him tightly before following her big sister. neytiri picked her up gently, tracing fingers over spider's head once more, baring her teeth at jake when he tried to leave without speaking to the boy. he backed away from the pods doorway, kneeling in front of the boy.

"I'm sorry, spider, I should have done something, but even now... I am nowhere close to being as strong as you are, little man, you don't even know it. I know... you can't go see neteyam, but I'll say hi to him for you, I promise, next time I see him."

spider nodded, as enthusiastically as one could, given the circumstances. he hugged jake, not wanting to let go. he knew jake wasn't his father, not anymore, but he still clung to those few good memories, of jake, coming to the lab and playing with him, or taking him out into the forest the first time. it was confusing, but for just a moment, he allowed himself to seek comfort in a man that apparently never wanted him.

when the sully's left he rejoined his families huddle, curling himself right back int he middle of it.

"you were very strong today little one," his mother spoke softly, "but you do not always need to be strong. you lost a brother, you are allowed to do much more then cry."

"I know... I just... my chest is full, but it won't come out, and it hurts. I don't want him to be gone mama, I don't... I want neteyam."

"I know sweet child, I know. but we must accept what is true, no matter how painful. you will feel the grief and loss of your brother for days, weeks, months even. but we will all be here to help you, to guide you as you feel his loss."

he nodded again, his throat hurting from the tears to talk.

"he was a good friend, I only knew him a short time, but he was very good to me and to your siblings, I am very sure he was an amazing brother to spider, and that you have many memories of him," tsireya spoke now, finally breaking her pained silence amongst the family. neteyams death had wounded her, witnessing it was enough, but she was left with his body for hours, to hold his hand and brush back his braids and have the pain of loss pounded into her. like ao'nung, the topic was a sore, unhealed, spot, and she was not handling it well.

"he was much better then I ever gave him credit for," ao'nung added, "I only knew what I had, I didn't see how good he was, how valuable a friend I had, until I lost him and I have not yet stopped feeling that pain since that day. I'm so sorry spider, that you have to feel this pain too." ao'nungs strong face fell once again as he held his brother close once more.

tonowari couldn't find the words to bring his children comfort. all that needed to be said had been said half a dozen times. spider didn't need more words he would barely understand, he was too young for this, had been before eywa had blessed him, but this was a new level of young. tonowari doubted the boy truly understood half of what had been said today, and he would not add to the list of thinks he would think over again and again in his mind. he just held his family close and promised them that all would be ok once more, in time, and that this was a blessing, no matter how painful, to heal wounds that were once mangled and bloody, into scars that held stories.

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#old Mondstadt probably loved short stories like A Monkey's Paw and uses those types of metaphors a lot#a promise from their god of love and safety being twisted so... so they find ways to twist up the twist

Thinking about Decarabian's story later being told as a cautionary tale against a controlling suffocating 'love', and the role Amos would have played in such a narrative....anyway I'm curious what you think of Decarabian and Amos' relationship specifically as 'lovers' 👀

HELLO! I, TUMBLR USER DECARABIAN DIVORCE IS TOTALLY NORMAL ABOUT THESE TWO AND THEIR FAILURE OF A RELATIONSHIP.

COME CLOSER

I WILL NOT BITE

oKAY SO

My interpretation of Decarabian and Amos is that of two people that really cared about each other and so thought that perhaps they should be romantically involved with each other. I have a couple writings about how I think they would first meet (Left in my bestie's ask blog like a cat)

But! To understand that I must share how I interpret Amos! She is my babygirl and I think about her a nooooormal amount. Okay so Amos was a hunter at the start of the archon war, but thanks to her courtship she was basically cursed to have the same lifespan as Decarabian. This sounded like a completely sane and normal thing to agree to at the altar, a literal til death do we part. She had been alive for centuries by the time of the rebellion, and when her husband's 'heart' stopped so did hers.

Decarabian on the other hand, has been alive even before the time of the archon war,,, cause ya know,,, he needs to found Mondstadt. Now the city itself wasn't the only place that Decarabian reigned from. The snowy mountains had villages such as Sal Vindagnyr, and he was there to witness the celestial nail be dropped. He saw the horrors gods could inflict on other beings and this shattered his trust in any other divine being. Such a tragedy also made him think about how fragile humanity is, and thus he vowed he would keep Mondstadt safe. At all costs.

They both had a couple of friendships before this all went down, I like to hc Deca as knowing Kairos and thus when she went MIA it only fueled his parania. His closest neighbors were Liyue, and he did not trust a single god from there, and we all know he and Andrius had beef.

Amos, however, was a pillar of Mondstadt's community. She was a hunter! She was strong and powerful and in present-day Mond terms she would be as reliable as Jean or Noelle. However, Mondstadt wasn't as.... free as present-day Mondstadt. With her parents dying when she was about 20 or so, many people kept implying for her to start a relationship.

She.. hated disappointing them. She had never felt the need to take a lover before, but a companion? A friend she coudl share secrets with and be by her side? She craved warmth.

It only got worse when the war started and Decarabian is like "oh shield time everyone! :D " and now she was Stuck. Stuck and unable to go out to hunt. She felt like a burden. A testament to her name. She would spend long days helping out the city as best she could, telling every one of her friends that were concerned for her lifestyle that she was simply too busy for a relationship.

She... never felt an attraction to a person before. Never felt Cupid's arrow sting her chest and cause her to yearn. She had close calls, but could never imagine herself in an actual relationship with either of them.

Yet days in the timeless city still moved on, and the storms cradled the city in their razor-sharp embrace. She dreamed of the forest and of the hunt. She dreamed of those foggy memories of joining the hunting party. She dreamed that someone would understand that she didn't need a lover to be happy.

If this was a story told in the future, this is where the Monkey's paw would curl.

One day, she met a man in the armory and he was so kind and polite to her. No one in the city had seen their god's face, so she just assumed he was a noble or a guard. They talked for hours. He wanted to meet a person that people kept talking about. She would go silent as he mentioned those words, but in the end they became friends.

Yet... she was still troubled by her friends. It sucked have to sit through conversation after conversation about her future. How that having someone by her side would be good for her when she gets older! How having a spouse was a wonderful thing.

After many nights of pressure and debate, she asked out Decarabian. She wanted to experience this. Perhaps she was wrong! Perhaps she was just missing out! He was her friend, so it would be just like hanging out.

Before she knew it, people were happy for her. She was happy that they were happy. She was happy seeing Decarabian smile at her. But was she happy?

It felt like an item on a list being crossed out. An obligation she had to fulfill. She got what she asked, but...

...

Its fine! She is fine! Its...

its nothing.

don't worry about it.

(^ doodled them while writing this all down ehehe)

Years later, she and him were wed. Everyone was so happy. It felt like a dream walking down the aisle. The type of dream that you don't remember happening. The type that fogs the mind as you try to recall it. There are rings on her fingers now. It's a cold feeling, the metal against her skin. The ornaments in her hair are heavy. It's... its fine.

She is glad her husband feels so happy looking at her.

As lovers, they didn't really date. Neither of them found the point of all of it. They were basically roommates+ that slept in the same bed. Amos found out she loved to cuddle him as she slept. It's been so long since she had felt a loving embrace, and he had never felt a hug before.

She taught him a lot of things about romance, not quiet understanding him at times but they managed! She yearned to be held, and so Decarabian did! He was doing such a good job at this! He loved the ways she laughed. He loved her dedication to her crafts. He loved looking at her.

Yet the years went by, and soon Amos wasn't leaving the tower as often. Her friends had lives of their own, and she should have a life of her own. Despite having someone by her side, she never felt so isolated.

Before long, she was the only one left alive from that friend group. Decarabian put his arms around her waist, happy that his beloved was spending more time with him. She seemed sad.. so a hug should do the trick!

They never.. talked about this. They never talked about anything! They just existed with each other after a time, enjoying the other's presence but something was missing.

She felt safe. She felt a strong bond between her and Deca. She felt... happy? Complacent. It was nice being in the tower... but it was as dull as the grey sky.

It was only centuries of this limbo before she would meet a duo that would bring that spark back in her eyes.

So yeah tldr neither of them should have been dating each other in the first place but the norm that people who are close together should be lovers pushed them into a situation neither of them was prepared to tackle. Neither of them communicated their needs and thus suffering was caused. At the end of the day, they do care deeply for each other, and this only made it all much more painful. F in chat

Anyways links to my writings and a couple hcs pals and I have about the two

The Sun Post <- THE MAIN ONE TO READ

Bestie's commentary on it (^^^) that I rotate and I think everyone should see

Gifts

Expressions and Metaphors

Everything is fine!

Amos means Burden thing again <- This one is a lot more short story -ish

The one Ring to rule court her

The basics in Language

How they got together

You know other men?

Touch

Should have communicated better oof

Average Deca compliment

The reveal

Speedrunning this huh?

#steel text #decmos #decarabian #amos #genshin #I AM SO NORMAL CLICK ON THE READ MORE LINK ITS NORMAL ITS NORMAL ITS NORMAL #old mondstadt #thx for the ask!

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𝐌𝐀𝐒𝐊 [ 𝐈 ]

𝐃𝐎𝐇 𝐊𝐘𝐔𝐍𝐆𝐒𝐎𝐎 / 𝐑𝐄𝐀𝐃𝐄𝐑

in the intricate dance of a friends-with-benefits arrangement, you and kyungsoo’s connection began as a wordless symphony of passion. however, once emotions started brewing beneath the surface, you knew that you could not come out of this relationship unscathed.

𝐒𝐄𝐑𝐈𝐄𝐒 𝐌𝐀𝐒𝐓𝐄𝐑𝐋𝐈𝐒𝐓

𝐆𝐄𝐍𝐑𝐄: fwb to lovers, angst

𝐖𝐎𝐑𝐃 𝐂𝐎𝐔𝐍𝐓: 2.5k

𝐖𝐀𝐑𝐍𝐈𝐍𝐆𝐒: infidelity, sexual content, lots of angst

𝐑𝐀𝐓𝐈𝐍𝐆: mature

like i said on my other fic i'm originally posted this on my old account in 2018 and then i deleted, so now i'm slowly reposting all of my old fics. so, if this seems familiar, please know that i didn't plagiarise anything. but, seeing as i've developed as a writer, i did rewrite it to fit my current writing style, but the content is the same.

Casual.

Some would say you were friends with benefits, but you were hardly friends to begin with. There was no room to question the depths of your relationship, because it was purely physically. Greetings, sex, formalities, and then you went your separate ways.

At the beginning, there was an irresistible attraction that had drawn you together, locking your eyes in a magnetic embrace. You moved as one on the dance floor, his hands firmly grasping your waist, foreheads touching, your breath intermingling as your gazes delved deep into each other’s souls.

He’d told you that this behaviour was out of character for him, but Kyungsoo’s actions afterwards contradicted any notions of shyness. His boldness had no limits, as he pulled you into his lap, teasingly brushing his thumb against your thigh before capturing you in a breathless kiss.

Somewhere along the line, though, things shifted, at least on your end. His kisses that once only made your brain slightly foggy, began to ignite a fire within your chest. His touches felt like electric shocks, each graze sending shivers throughout your body.

You found yourself falling in love with tiny facets of him—the deep laughter that came forward whenever you cracked a corny joke, the crinkling of his eyes as he looked down, attempting to suppress laughter.

Among these memories, one image stood out: the intensity that overtook him as he hovered above you. Muscles tensed with each thrust, and every so often, he would whisper sweet words, his lips brushing softly against your neck. With each encounter, a new part of him captured your heart, yet whether you loved him entirely remained a confusing mystery that you were not willing to solve.

Nonetheless, as his lip traced your collarbone, your stomach churned, a turbulent mix of excitement and emotional turmoil. He had a hold on you like no other, a grip that left you questioning whether it was healthy for you to feel this way.

His tongue traced a path up your neck, pausing at the jawline before leaving light kisses on the corner of your lips. You held your breath, waiting for him to kiss you with the same passion that always put you at a loss for words. Instead, he stared into your eyes, sliding your bra strap down, a small smile forming on his face.

“What?” Your voice barely rose above whisper. You’d intended to ask a follow up question, but gasped as his teeth grazed your neck, followed by a tantalising swirl of his tongue.

He withdrew once again, fingers threading through your hair, lips meeting your forehead. “You’re beautiful,” he murmured. “Lie down.”

When it was all over, you lied there, a heaving, sweaty mess, your thoughts scattered liked leaves in the wind. Yet, amidst the chaos, one thought remained—how different your chest felt this time, how your stomach was tangled knot of emotions. You looked at him, his breathing ragged, and your unease deepened when he smirked, reaching up to caress your cheek.

Another thing to love: the way he looked after sex. His hair clung to his forehead, his chest heaved, eventually settling into a calmer rhythm as he fought to keep his eyes open.

It was sight you’d witnessed many times, and you cherished it more than words could express. But something felt strange, as if something was missing, but you couldn’t figure it out. You were content with your arrangement, excited even. It was a new experience that you loved.

You sighed and found comfort in the shower’s hot water, attempting to calm to your nerves. It offered some comfort, though not enough to get rid of the odd feeling in your chest. You stepped out, grabbed the towel that he left for you, and walked back into the room, water still trickling from your body as he sat on the edge of the bed in his boxers.

His intense gaze, reminiscent of your first meeting, held you captive. It was the same gaze that had made him even more alluring in your eyes. Yet now, it felt different—more like he was scrutinizing you, but not in a purely sexual way.

"What's wrong?" he asked, tilting his head. "You're not say much, or anything at all."

"I'm just not in the mood for talking. It happens," you liked, though it was obvious he was unconvinced.

"Is it?" He rose, positioning himself behind you, so close you could feel his breath on your neck. Moments later, he wrapped his arms around you, swaying gently as your towel loosened. "I don't know much about you, but I've gathered enough in these past four months to know something's on your mind."

His sudden closeness exacerbated her internal turmoil. Their intimacy typically disappeared as soon as the physicality ceased. If you were lucky, he might tap you shoulder before you left. But now, with him so near, his electrifying touch trailing up and down your arm, your heart raced uncontrollably.

"Come on, you can tell me what's bothering you." His voice turned soft and tender, an attempt to coax you into sharing. The problem was that you hardly understood your own emotions, let alone how to articulate them.

"Nothing, I promise," you replied too quickly, and he sighed, releasing you. "I'll be gone soon."

He observed intently as you dried yourself, put on your clothes, her movements slower than usual as you fought to regain your composure. His hand suddenly rested on your shoulder as she stashed her phone in her purse.

"Would you like to stay a little longer?" he inquired.

His question had a seemingly suggestive undertone, prompting you to make a joke out of it in the hopes of convincing him you were fine. "God, you've got the stamina of... well, whatever animal has a lot of endurance."

"I think humans technically have the highest endurance on average, but that's not what I meant," he sighed, scratching the back of his head. "It's nothing sexual, honestly."

You arched an eyebrow, puzzled by what other intentions he might have, given your past four months had been exclusively devoted to physical encounters. "Then what?" you asked.

"I might as well get to know the person I've been regularly having sex with," he shrugged.

You nodded slowly, taking a seat on the bed, arms crossed as you looked at him. A small smile graced his lips as he joined you one the bed, turning on the TV. Your focus wasn’t really on anything, except for the smile on his lips as he scrolled through movie options.

He loved movies, something that you realised immediately. He mumbled comments about each film he passed. “Boring… Cheesy… Stupid… Good, but not for now.” Your lips curled slightly at the sight of his slightly widening smile when he landed on a particular movie. “What kind of movies do you like?” he asked, turning his head towards you.

“I’m not picky, but I have a soft spot for romance,” you replied with a shrug.

He edged closer, raising an eyebrow, still perusing the movie choices. “I wouldn’t have guessed that,” he mumbled.

Confused, you asked, “Why’s that?”

“Well, because you seem comfortable with casual sex,” he shrugged. “But then again, you can’t judge a book by its cover.”

He had a point, but your current situation only started by chance. It had taken a month before you even decided to put a label on your relationship and lay down a few rules. Before that, it had been pretty much the same, but neither of you had been comfortable enough to discuss the circumstances.

He glanced your way for a split second, still navigating through movie options, and asked, “What’s your favourite food?”

“Pasta,” you answered. The smile on his face grew wider, making your stomach churn.

“Me too,” he declared. “One day, I’ll make some for you.”

Something dark gripped you, and you couldn’t help but voice your uncertainty. “What makes you think we’ll continue seeing each other much longer? I mean, you and I both know there’s nothing actually keeping us together.” As much as it hurt to acknowledge, your lack of emotional connection meant that he could easily drop you in favour of something or someone else. And since seeing Kyungsoo had become part of your weekly routine, it was a bit terrifying to think about.

He flashed a confident smile, countering your doubt. “Just a gut feeling.” His attention shifted to the movie poster on the screen, a vintage silhouette of two lovers. “Have you seen this movie before?”

A shake of your head confirmed your unfamiliarity with it, and he continued to deliberate while you tried to maintain a respectful distance. Not out of disgust to avoid becoming a shaky mess again. Your nerves had somewhat settled, and you wanted to keep it that way.

“I think you’ll like it,” he spoke softly, his voice carrying a tenderness. “Well, based on the little I know about you. It actually made me shed a tear the first time I watched it.”

You rolled your eyes playfully, shaking your head. “You just want to see me cry,” you mumbled.

He countered playfully, “Nope. I’d rather make you moan.” A chuckle escaped his lips, his full attention now on you. Jokes like that were common between you, and each time, they had a way of making you face hot. His gaze flickered back to the TV screen before returning to you. “Do you want to watch it?”

“Yes, but aren’t you going to ask more generic questions? Like my favourite colour, or my… favourite number?” Your words stumbled out, partly because you couldn’t think of any other generic questions he could ask, and partly because his smile momentarily stole your breath.

"Pink, and you don't have a favourite number," he replied almost instinctively. "You always have some shade of pink on you. If it's not in your clothes, it's in your underwear, sometimes even as simple as a hair tie." He paused, explaining his assumption. "You hesitated about your favourite number, so I figured it was a trap. No matter which number I picked, I'd be wrong. Of course, I could be completely off the mark."

You smiled, your heart quickening once more. "You're right about my favourite colour, but my favourite number is four," you confessed, giggling when you saw his mouth open. "Well, you got one right."

"I’ll take it" he grinned. "Now, let's watch this movie."

You focused on the movie but also monitored his every move, overwhelmed by his scent. It wasn't the most pleasant blend—latex and sweat—but knowing why he smelled that way stirred a whirlwind of emotions. It took a moment to refocus on the movie, and you were glad you did.

He was right again; the movie was breath-taking. By the end, you found yourself in tears, though that wasn't a rare occurrence, especially with romance films. You loved watching the intricate dance of people falling in love, but it was a double-edged sword, evoking your own longing for something similar. Yet you knew there was no room for love in your current arrangement.

Sighing, you wiped your tears as the credits rolled, feeling his pull as he drew you closer. His warmth, his scent—it intensified your emotions, and you couldn't explain why. A weight settled on your chest, and you knew you had to shake it off.

"It's alright," he whispered, his fingers trailing through your hair. "The way you're crying, you'd think this movie didn't have a happy ending." Laughter erupted from him, causing the bed to bounce with each burst. "But I don't blame you. It was beautiful, wasn't it?"

You nodded against his chest, sniffling as you tried to wipe away the remnants of your tears. Instead, he took it upon himself to perform the task, his thumb brushing against your cheek with gentle tenderness. He exhaled softly as he cradled you closer.

You couldn't figure out the source of this newfound intimacy, but you revelled in the warmth of his bare chest, the rhythm of his heart beneath your fingertips, and the sensation of his touch electrifying your body. It was a nice change from just sex. Sex was undeniably amazing, but spending time like this with him made you inexplicably happy.

Still, your chest remained strangely tight, especially as his thumb continued its soothing caresses. You sighed and pulled away from him. "It's late. I should go now."

He nodded and rose from the bed. "Did you have a good time?" he asked, studying you as you got out of the bed. "Overall, I mean."

You nodded, smiling at him. "Yeah, you always know what to do. The movie was really good too." With that, you left the bedroom, Kyungsoo following in your wake. “Black and twelve.”

“Huh?”

You turned around, smiling as he raised an eyebrow. “Your favourite colour and number. You’re always wearing black, and I think you mentioned that your birthday is on the twelfth of January. And you don’t really put much thought into stuff like that, so you just say twelve is your favourite number for that reason alone.”

He hummed. “You’re right. You’re very observant.”

You nodded and continued walking, then paused at the door to put on your shoes, and turned to follow through with your regular procedure—a wave, a goodnight, and leave.

However, this time was different. He pulled you in by the waist, drawing you so close that your bodies melded into one another. His hands then climbed to cup your face, his gaze penetrating yours with soulful intensity.

As your heart pulsed in your legs, you sensed that he felt it too. His smirk conveyed his awareness. You hadn't prepared for this, so you weren't surprised when your body responded with a surge of nerves.

"You're really beautiful," he murmured. Before you could fully process the compliment, his lips met yours with a fervour that left your knees trembling. His lips were as soft and plump, and his kiss transported you to another realm. It erased your thoughts, leaving only the fluttering of your stomach and the relentless pounding of your heart.

Even after he broke the kiss, your mind remained a whirlwind. You marvelled at the breath-taking sight of his smile, his hands still at your waist. One hand reached up to tenderly brush his thumb across your nose, and an unintended noise escaped your lips.

He released you, opening the door. You stumbled out in a hurry, yearning to put as much distance between yourself and the perplexing intimacy as possible, eager to regain your composure and return to the façade of normalcy.

#kyungsoo x reader #kyungsoo angst #kyungsoo fanfic #d.o. x reader #d.o. angst

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alanahsart-blog · 21 days

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THE ECLIPSE 🌙 !!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! some writing about it under the cut :,]

THE ECLIPSE.

I watched through the glasses as the tiny sliver of sun grew smaller and smaller, flickering. Dani and I stood from our chairs-- it was cold, and time felt as though it were moving very fast. It felt like approaching the peak of a rollercoaster, blood drawn not from it's own closed system but from this cold and delighted well of excitement, of my brian struggling to catch up. I was desperate to drink in every small bit of everything that was happening around us. The Sun and the Moon-- the color of the light-- the color of the sky, the people around us, the birds. We stood up. I felt as though I needed to move. I forgot I was a person, teathered to the ground, and not the act of watching and the compulsion to move. I could only look through the glasses as that small scarlet sliver retreated. I was filming on my phone, trying to capture both-- swinging it wildly around. I wanted to look away at the world-- I wanted to watch it dissapear completely through the lens. I didn't know which thing to focus on. I needed everything to slow down so I could see it all. Distantly, I heard people cheer and scream-- "Oh my god," "There it goes!"

The light dimmed and darkened like it was alive, a being settling over us in some silvery embrace. I had read before it was terrifying, it felt more like a hug. A cold hug that makes your stomach drop-- the embrace of some enormous, incomprehensible ghost. I could see it darken through the sliver of peripheral vision at tthe bottom of the glasses, just the grass. I was swinging my head around, or my hand-- it was still and fixed.

When I took off the glasses it startled me how big the moon was-- this disk of sky, deep and dusky silver as the rest of it, darkest around the covered sun-- from which the white ring of the corona was a thin bright band, with light radiating from it like glowing, spun sugar or clouds. At the bottom of the focused ring was a red bead. At some point, it struck me that a star had appeared in the sky. I had not seen it appear, only realized, suddenly, that it was there.

We could not stop saying "Oh my god." We were standing. I wanted to dance, or run, or pace, or do something. I looked at Dani-- the light was dark and golden. It was warm. The air was cold. The sky was silver and the light was gold. I looked at Dani, the people around us. Everyone was standing and we we were all cast in warm, dark gold. I had a moment where I wanted to grab them, (vaguely, I saw other people grab onto each other. A couple wrapped their arms around each other as they looked up) but I didn't-- I wanted to move, but it was like my mind and body had been severed from each other. A spirit in it's first possesion-- unfamiliar with what it was to exist in meat.

I stared at the eclipse, fumbled to take some pictures. Through the lens of the phone the eclipse is a foggy dot, across the universe, wrapped in cloth, buried at the bottom of the sea. It's nothing. A phone camera does worse than nothing-- it shows you an image which is so far from what it is to see it and burns that onto it's circutry when I knew it would be difficult to brand any sight so strongly onto my brain. I wanted to capture it, to drink it in because I knew my memory could not preserve the image of it all like I wanted-- and yet the pictures were worse. I shouldn't have wasted time on it. I spent so much time trying to take them when I should have been staring up. It was surely only seconds, but it was too long. Seconds were a fraction of what they were in daylight. I took pictures of us, quickly, tried to get the disk in frame. To tear myself away and find it in the backwards view of the camera felt so dangerous, like it would end any moment and I would not see it. Yet I couldn't stop myself from trying to capture it with some objective sense. Technology should capture the clearest picture. It lasted 3 minutes and I felt like it lasted 2 seconds. It should have lasted years. I tried to drink in everything I could and burn it to the surface of my mind like a brand: The silver sky. The thin white line with the glowing red bubble at the bottom. The cloudy, white corona. The edges of the sky organge like a chemical-burnt film photograph. The dark golden light and the blue silver sky. The single star. Nothing I looked at felt like it could last long enough, and I had precious moments to preserve it. I was clumsy. I wanted to live in it forever.

I felt light, and dizzy-- I was shaking, and it felt like I was floating. I felt weak and fragile. I kept feeling chills, periodically-- not from the cold, at least not entirely from the cold. I know I looked away from the totality for far too long. However long it really was, it was too long. I felt so strongly that urge to move, to run, or dance. I've said this already, but it was persistent-- this deep compulsion to do something physical, that I couldn't pull my dreaming body to do. All we could say was "oh my god! oh my god!" Every time I looked back at that disk I felt that old plunge off the cliffside. The shock at the size of it.

Something momentus is happening and all you can do is try to keep up, to accept it, like jumping from the bridge-trellis into the cool water of the river-- when your feet leave the edge and you plunge you have to drag along your mind with your body as it understands that this is happening and that's all there is and you can not stop it once it's started. You exist in this moment where forces greater than you are pulling you along, and their pulling you along is a special, beautiful, primordial terror and comfort wrapped up together. Its a feeling that bypasses the rational mind, the proccesses of thought. It's not fear and it's not comfort, but those are thethe closest neighbors I can name. All you can ever hope is to experiance these things, and understand them afterwards. If you could live in that moment forever maybe you could rationalize it. The movements of celestial bodies. Gravity. ("Oh my god!" Was all we could say to each other, exalting.) I was hyperventilating-- I could not stop breathless laughter, as if my body needed to remind itself it was alive and breathing. That all other rules by which life passes had not also ceased to be. It was exhaltation. While totality occured I felt like I could understand the compulsion for all of the past's rituals, spirtualizations, sacrafices, mythologies. What are god if not forces of nature. What are gods if not the laws by which the universe turns. What are gods if not an attempt to describe the sublime. What is an eclipse if not pure sublimity. Awe, the fear of being pulled along by forces outside your control, the wonder of everything looking wrong-- the organge edges of the sky where there was no setting sun to light it-- the steel sky and the dark, honeyed light. The darkness of the moon's shadow crouching down onto the world to swaddle us in a cold hug.

There was a pain as it left, a sense of loss. As it left and I had to tear my eyes away because of that brighteness, I felt an accute sense sorrow, that desperate choking down regret of when something ends and you want to live in it forever. I felt-- touch starved. Grief. The embrace had pulled away and I knew I would not feel it again. It was over, and yet-- nothing was real, still. I could not look back at it as often as I had in anticipation of it's arrival-- because the retreating moon could only remind me that the unearthly wonder of that moment had passed.

Still, nothing feels real. The rest of the day doesn't feel like a weekday, and it doesn't feel like a weekend. It feels like a day completely separated from the continuity of time.

#my art #digital art #eclipse #solar eclipse

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electricea · 13 hours

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@ervaurem sent - [ src. ] Is there anything you would have changed when you started writing now that you have more experience? / Have you ever developed a ship based on writing with a certain other character / mun? ( Questions for the Mun - Accepting! )

Basics.

Is there anything you would have changed when you started writing now that you have more experience?

I regret not being more assertive and standing up for myself earlier, like when all of the godmodding was going on early into my blog - it really was a tough situation because on one hand, I was new to the fandom and the indie RPC and I was happy to have people to write with but at the same time, I hated how so many of these interactions had to involve the other muse/mun being privvy to Ryuji being a Phantom Thief and just throwing these asks and starters into my lap of muses supposedly overhearing confessing, following him and seeing him go into the Metaverse, ending up in the Metaverse themselves somehow. I was still finding my footing and I didn't want to make waves or risk losing people to write with when I was only just starting out, by nature I also hate conflict and didn't want to be that person to be like ' hey, i know you just made a starter for me but can you go back and redo it? not really vibing with it tbh' so for a long time, I didn't say anything until it just got to be too much and I made a post stating my boundary and to this day if someone ever makes a starter that's anything like that, I'm in their IM's right away to ask them to adjust it - if any newcomers ever come to this blog and mention wanting to do Metaverse stuff, it's not something I immediately dismiss but tell them we'll look at doing it later down the line if it works out - if it makes people unhappy or causes them to seek out another Ryuji so be it, but I'm happy I drew this boundary and continue to assert it and I wish I'd done so a lot sooner.

Ships.

Have you ever developed a ship based on writing with a certain other character / mun?

An example I can think of would be with @more-than-a-princess's Sonia - my memory of our first first interactions are foggy but I feel like that was a ship that developed very naturally over time - like we didn't set out to write them together planning for them to be a ship all along, I feel like as we noticed the chemistry and the growing bond between them, we just started to find them really cute and what started as a really cute and endearing friendship has given way to this slow burn relationship and I think it's incredibly interesting because we don't often discuss them in depth and yet the ship just seems to develop without any influence from us. They're two muses who honestly are just really cute together and have a lot of natural chemistry together and that's priceless, I think.

#more-than-a-princess #( ooc. )#ervaurem #( answered. )

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paralyze-fic · 6 months

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Paralyze.

Side Story; 20 Lines [Special Chapter]

|Lines Aren't the Only Thing I'll be Picking Up|

!(M/n) and Katsuki aren't dating yet in this side story!

(I got all of these cringy pickup lines from Google because I couldn't think of any myself. Also, this is really stupid and makes no sense.)

!CRINGE WARNING!

My mind was foggy when I woke up, and I realized I was in my dorm. I couldn't remember anything.

The last memory I had was of me patrolling with Izuku and Togata senpai earlier and now... nothing.

But, somehow I had an irresistible urge to say stupid things. I got up slowly because I was a bit dizzy, and walked to my bathroom. When I looked at my reflection, something was off, but I couldn't pinpoint what, so I just shrugged it off and walked out.

Going down to the first floor, I saw everyone coming in with their uniforms on. So class was already over, eh?

"Oh, (M/n)! You woke up!" Izuku walked towards me and I smiled a bit, stepping forward.

Only to fall in front of him.

"Eek?! Are you okay?!" Izuku knelt beside me and I just looked up at him.

And well, my mouth moved on its own. "Are you French? Because Eiffel for you."

Izuku stared at me for a moment before his entire face went red and he began stuttering like crazy.

//////

After that little scene I caused, Aizawa came here because everyone called him, and he explained to me what had happened earlier.

"The quirk user said something about a physical form that shows how long it takes for the effects to wear off." He looked down at my left wrist, where I had noticed a black bracelet with a white 19 was glowing. "Everything he says will be a pick-up line, so he won't be able to have a normal conversation until it reaches 0."

"So, basically, he has to say nineteen more pick-up lines?" Aizawa nodded and I heard my classmates whispering behind me.

"It would occur spontaneously, so be careful, guys."

//////

Shouto was sitting on the couch in the common room peacefully reading a book, and I couldn't resist standing behind him, bending over a bit and whispering in his ear.

"If you were a library book, I would check you out." The poor boy erupted in flames and had to be taken off the couch before he would burn it to ashes.

//////

Right after I heard Izuku naming All Might's moves, specifically the Textas Smash, a smile crept up my face.

"Are you from Tennessee? 'Cause you're the only 10 I see." I heard some grunts but I just laughed, and Izuku blushed again.

//////

Kaminari was writing down the answers to his homework when his pencil broke.

My tongue felt like it was itching to speak.

"Life without you is like a broken pencil... pointless."

//////

I saw Uraraka training outside, so I walked out and went up to her.

"Even if there wasn't gravity on earth, I'll still fall for you."

She screeched and covered her blushing face, soon making herself float with her quirk.

//////

I saw Iida walking inside after training and I noticed his engine smoking a bit.

Another one.

"Do your legs hurt from running in my dreams all night?" Iida stared at me, soon blushing a bit before he started making his robotic motions and yelling something about adequate behaviour.

//////

"Guys, I'm hungry, somebody wants take-out?" I glanced at Eijiro over my shoulder and I already sensed everybody tense up, getting ready for my awful next comment.

"Are you craving pizza? 'Cause I'd love a pizz-a you." Eijiro blushed but smiled widely.

"Yes, that's really manly of you, (M/n)!"

//////

"I love kangaroos!" Yaoyorozu said as we watched the TV together, there was currently a program about animals from Australia, and when I saw them I smiled, but then we saw them...

"Are you a Koala? 'Cause you meet all of my koala-fications."

//////

Jiro sat down beside me sighing, and I just stared at her.

She's really pretty. If I didn't like Katsuki, I would fall in love with her.

"My mom thinks I'm gay, can you help me prove her wrong?" She choked with her spit and laughed openly.

"I like that one!" She exclaimed as everyone stared at us, and Jiro repeated what I said, Uraraka and Mina laughing too, along with Sero, Kaminari, Kirishima, Ojiro and Mineta.

//////

I walked into the kitchen, where Sato was baking a cake.

"Are you cake? 'Cause I want a piece of that." He jumped slightly and glanced at me, laughing when I made eye contact.

"Oh, (L/n) it was just you. Here," he gave me a bowl with whipped cream, "You can eat that, I forgot to add sugar to that one." I smiled and bowed at him, holding the spatula inside the bowl and eating it.

So fluffy.

//////

"You haven't had your first kiss yet, Sero?" The tape guy shook his head and chuckled.

"It's not that important anyway, guys," I smirked unconsciously and leaned down to him, bending to his ear.

"Are you going to kiss me or do I have to lie to my diary?" He choked and I walked away laughing like a maniac.

//////

It was the end of the day, and Katsuki dragged me to his room to play video games for a while, hoping that I would shut up for a bit.

But right as I sat down beside him, the temperature in the room seemed to rise.

"Is it hot in here or is it just you?"

Katsuki froze in front of his TV and glanced at me over his shoulder, growling and making explosions.

"Can you shut up already with those shitty pick-up lines, asshole?!"

"If looks could kill, you'd be a weapon of mass destruction." Katsuki scoffed and sat down beside me, grabbing a controller and handing it to me.

"That's more accurate, idiot." Katsuki yawned and rested back for a bit. "I'm tired..."

"Have you been to the doctor lately? 'Cause I think you're lacking some vitamin me." He whined and covered his face with a cushion.

"You're making me have a migraine, (M/n), shut up already." He turned his head to look at me and his tired-angry expression made me sigh.

"Wow, when God made you he was showing off," he stared at me with wide eyes and a cute blush on his cheeks, before getting up with an exhausted sigh.

Katsuki got up, "I'm going to the bathroom."

"Is that a mirror in your pocket? 'Cause I see myself in your pants." Katsuki was making tiny explosions and he turned abruptly, stomping towards me.

"Why are you talking about my pants and ass right now?!" He held his palms close to my face and I chuckle.

"What has 36 teeth and holds back the Incredible Hulk?" He made a 'Huh?' noise and I smirked, "My zipper."

Katsuki's face erupted in flames and he ran to the bathroom, making me laugh for a bit at his reaction.

After some minutes, Katsuki came out, his hand pushing his hair back. "Am I in a museum? Because you are a piece of art." His crimson eyes glared at me and he grabbed my arm, making me get up from his couch.

"Get out, we are not playing anything, I remembered I have homework to do," another chance...

"I know you're busy today, but can you add me to your to-do list?" He looked down and kept pulling me to his bedroom door.

"Stop with the pick-up lines, I'm sick already." Katsuki opened the door, but I kept it open before he pushed me out.

I had to make this one worth it...

"I've been wondering..." Katsuki stopped and looked me in the eyes, "Do your lips taste as good as they look?" I raised my hand to caress his cheek, stroking his bottom lip while I couldn't help but stare at them.

He blushed again, "D-don't say things y-you don't mean..." I released my arm from his grasp and cupped his face with my palms.

"Who said I didn't mean it, Katsuki?" I heard him gulp hard and his eyes looked away.

"Why don't you find out on your own, then...?" His crimson eyes travelled back up to meet my (e/c) ones and I smiled.

I held his face sweetly and stepped closer to him, leaning down to his height and right as I was about to kiss, I saw his eyes close, making me bite my lip trying to hold back a big smile. "I love you, Katsuki..."

I whispered against his lips, before pressing mine on them. Katsuki sighed and his arms wrapped themselves around my shoulders, pulling me down more. One of my hands travelled down to hold his waist as I stepped forward, making Katsuki walk back and I closed the door behind us, I made us walk to his bed, where I slowly pushed down on it, getting on top of him and ending our kiss.

Katsuki was gasping and completely embarrassed. His entire face was flushed.

"Are you..." he swallowed and held my face, "... done with the pick-up lines?" I looked towards my left wrist, where the bracelet had reached its countdown, showing signs of fading. And I nodded at him.

"But there's one more I want to say..." he groaned and whined.

"Oh god no..." he covered his eyes with his forearm and I reached down to his ear.

"Do you like sales? Because if you're looking for a good one, clothes are 100% off at my place." Katsuki gasped when he felt my fingers under his shirt, lifting it slowly.

He squirmed a bit but when I graced his nipple his mouth opened with a cute moan, "Gaah~"

"Are you raisin? Cause you're raising my dick." He froze and slowly moved his arm away, sitting up slightly and looking down at me.

"(M/n)!" He grabbed his pillow and hid his face with it, I chucked and decided to stop my teasing.

I lay between his legs, my head on his chest and I wrapped his waist with my arms. "I love my bed, but I rather be in yours."

"Why...?" I stared up at him as he moved the pillow aside, and I smiled pecking his lips.

"Because you're in it, Katsuki."

He stared at me and then whined, "Let's sleep, okay?" He closed his eyes, but after a few seconds, they opened again. "I forgot to turn off the console."

Instead of any of us getting up he texted Eijiro, who observed us lying together before smiling happily.

"Did you finally confess, Bakugou?" I looked at the blond, who was stuttering and blushing.

"I did it, with a pick-up line. A really good one too." Katsuki looked towards the wall, avoiding our staring and growled.

"Turn the damn thing off before I kick both of you out of my room," Eijiro laughed and did so, bidding us a 'Good night'.

"You didn't drag me here to play video games, did you?" After a few seconds, he mumbled a tiny and cute 'no'.

"I was jealous," but before I could make a big deal out of it, he held my face and kissed me, leaving me speechless. "Now, shut up and sleep already."

My head was pushed down to his chest again, where I could hear his heartbeat going back to its steady and normal pace, but I wasn't happy with that. "Katsuki..."

"Yeah?"

"I love you." And his heart began racing, pounding aggressively against my ear, and that made me sigh, "Much better."

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"Hey Katsuki..."

"Mmh?"

"Are you from Japan?" He made an 'Eh?' noise, and I just giggled, "Because I'm trying to get in Japanties."

"Get the fuck off my fucking bed!!"

#paralyze fic #bakugou katsuki fanfic #bakugou x male #bakugou x male reader #male reader #reader insert #x reader

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pinespittinink · 1 year

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🦢 15 questions, 15 mutuals 🦢

i've been tagged by @baroquesse, @flowerprose, and @the-void-writes

taggingggg: @legiomiam, @awritingcaitlin, @juls-writes, @clockworkgalaxies, @tc-doherty, @jess-p-edits, @cherrybombfangirlwrites, @magnus-s-writes, @queenslayerbee, @tragicbackstoryenjoyer, @brain-wanders, @antlerhymnals, @golden-heretic, @samplewriting, @moonscribbler

Are you named after anyone? Not that I know of! My mother wanted to name me Josephine, which I would have loved, but I'm very fond of my name.

When was the last time you cried? I don't remember tbh. Recently, but my short term memory has been foggy lately.

Do you have kids? No. I don't know if I ever will. Part of me would love to, but I'd need at least one other person to help raise them, ideally two more. But how do you go about building a polycule in this day in age when you live in a sparsely queer area?

Do you use sarcasm? It's not uncommon. Unfortunately I don't have the best handle on my tone sometimes, so I try to be mindful of it.

What's the first thing you notice about people? Manner through expression. Whether someone is open or hard, or closed off, abrupt or friendly.

What's your eye color? Light brown. I'll always remember a past job during the height of mask-wearing where Percival (TGGT's namesake Percival) realized I had such light eyes, and he was like, "I didn't realize you had colored eyes, I thought they were black/dark [like his]"

Scary movies or happy endings? Happy endings. I'm a baby about scary movies.

Any special talents? Singing. I'm a mezzo soprano who was a child prodigy (trained by an opera singer since age four--she taught exclusively teenagers and up and never had taken a pupil in the single digits, let alone that young).

Where were you born? In my home state, New Hampshire.

What are your hobbies? Writing is my main one, but I've actively returned to reading and I'm so glad about it. I also video game frequently, notably fantasy rpgs like Dragon Age and the Witcher, as well as Hades and Animal Crossing (always down to swap friend codes, I have two islands and I'm in terraforming hell on one of them)

Have you any pets? Three kitties! Indy, Eurydice, and Napoleon. A Norwegian Forest cat, and two ragdolls.

What sports do you play/have played? Basketball in middle school but never on a team.

How tall are you? 5'5.

Favorite subject in school? English/language arts.

Dream job? Not uncommon here I'm sure, but to be a traditionally published author successful enough to provide for myself without another job would be amazing. Other than that, a corporate position within Barnes & Noble or Lush, maybe.

#tag memes

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justanotherfanwriter · 2 years

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Matchmaker, Matchmaker, make me a match

Chapter list: (1), (2)

Summary: When Zelda is freed from the clutches of the Calamity, she finds herself in a fascinating new modern era. No one in this New Hyrule yells at her for wearing pants when decorum calls for a dress! Nor do they find her odd studying every little creature or thing that crosses her path! It appears that the only downfall to this New Hyrule is women no longer have to rely on their fathers to find them a groom. It was an incredible revelation at first, but now she’s worried! She’s never had to deal with suitors before! That had been her father’s problem!

Call Zelda old-fashion, she doesn’t care, but for Hylia’s bloodline to prosper, she decides she simply cannot play matchmaker alone. The men in her family may have passed on into the Spirit Realm, but she still has one person in her life fit for the job, and fortunately, he knows everyone.

a/n: lmao I know the summary sounds like this story contains super traditional views on marriage, but it’s for the gag. I kind of figured Zelda really wouldn’t be up to snuff with the modern world fresh out of the castle. Anyway, first fic because the blog was empty! I just wanted to write something goofy to make me feel better about Nintendo pushing back botw 2′s release date. Set in the botw universe. I try to be as canon complaint as possible (until botw2 finally rolls out).

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Chapter 1: Matchmaker, Matchmaker, make me a match

Link sat at the breakfast table, gorging himself on a wide selection of omelets, some toast, and a hearty helping of breakfast pork, when Zelda plopped down across from him.

"Link," She hummed, "May I, um, talk to you, just for a moment?"

He looked up from his side of the table with a tilt of his head, stopping midbite rather unattractively to listen to her.

Still frowning, she continued, "I know you're on your way out soon, though. Are you sure you have time?"

He swallowed his mouthful of food and nodded.

It wasn't like he had anything pressing that needed to be done today. Unless the Calamity reappeared right then and there, Link didn't plan on having anything pressing to do ever again. In fact, today, he had pretty leisurely decided to meet up with a few of his buddies in Goron City and wrestle around like they were always begging him to do.

Zelda just had a tendency to make every errand he ran sound like some grave quest. He theorized that Zelda did so to punish herself for "taking up his precious time" with the Calamity. Link had come to find that Zelda was full of curious little quirks like that. He supposed that she always had been; he couldn't say for sure. Even after all this time, his mind was still foggy on the details of the past.

The worried wrinkle on her forehead made him pause, and he put his fork down.

Link didn't often stop eating for just anyone—especially breakfast—but if there was one exception to every rule, his would be Zelda. She was truly one of his dearest friends.

He regarded her critically, trying to find the source of her discomfort in her expression.

The former Princess of Hyrule—though secretly, she was still just, The Princess of Hyrule to him—cleared her throat, and with a terse smile that made his eyebrows furrow, she began, "Well, you see, I believe myself to be in a bit of a predicament."

Instinctively, his hand went to grasp the handle of his sword, which any other time would have been strapped to his back if it were not currently propped up near the cottage door. Instead, he grasped at the air, but Zelda understood his intention. She was intelligent like that.

"Ah no," the corner of her mouth quirked up slightly, "no predicament of that nature, but I appreciate the enthusiasm. Though, again, my goal is for us to pull away from such questing, remember?"

He did, of course, remember that. His amnesia affected his memories of the past, not the present.

After approximately one hundred years of fighting an entity of pure evil entirely against her will, the experience had made the Princess a staunch pacifist. Link thought it was amusing, considering her peculiar interest in elixirs and monster dissections. Still, according to the Princess, her experiments were in the name of science and, therefore, different as she, in his opinion, rather haughtily declared.

In Zelda's defense, Link would concede that the only time she condoned the collection of monster parts was when he swore to her up and down that he had killed the monsters in acts of self-defense. Generally, he complied with these terms with a smile. He really had no reason to exterminate monstrous creatures now that the world lacked a Blood Moon. With monster populations kept naturally at bay, he figured he had better things to do than waste his time over a Bokoblin.

Still, that didn't mean Link agreed with Zelda's pacifistic sentiments, which was something at the beginning of their reacquaintance they had argued about close to nonstop.

They're simple, yes, but they're a form of intelligent life, Link, she would pout when they got in their normal argument about it, and every creature has the ability to learn.

They served the Calamity, he would counter, they always serve the Calamity.

Because they do not yet know the light, she'd hum back, batting her eyelashes up at him, they do not know Hylia like we do.

Neither does a squirrel, he'd sigh, trying his hardest to avoid eye contact with the doe-eyed girl so his resolve wouldn't crumble then and there.

In response to that, Zelda would simply smile, place a warm hand on his shoulder, and say something along the lines of, well, the difference there is simply that monsters were not created in Hylia's name, as the squirrels were, but I assure you She holds out Her hopes and prays for them regardless.

And it wasn't like he could ever think up any counterpoints to that because Zelda was quite intimately an expert on all things Hylia, and Link was just the guy with the flashy goddess-ordained sword. And since Link was just the guy with the flashy goddess-ordained sword, he, egotistically or not, fancied himself one of Hylia's most devoted followers. So, really, he had no choice but to listen to Zelda.

However, on the other hand, Link was quite aware he still had a reputation to maintain, so he'd dig his heels in, change tactics, and with a fussy huff ask her, So, what, Princess, would you like me to do? Go from Bokoblin to Bokoblin preaching Her good word?

If you're offering, she'd nod her head with a tight smile, which Link knew she didn’t actually want him to do. Zelda didn't particularly care for proselytizing.

But regardless, they wouldn't talk for a few days after the argument because Link was still mortal and hurt, and Zelda had once known divinity, and rather than just admitting he sometimes felt resentful of her divine wisdom, he would sulk in silence. And when the silence became too unbearable, he would feign some distress call in another corner of Hyrule, allowing him to slip away from Zelda and leave her all alone in Hateno.

And the very idea of her alone would eventually rip his heart in two. So, he'd often come home after a few days with his tail between his legs, begging for forgiveness, and Zelda, of course, would grant him that forgiveness because she was the physical embodiment of self-sacrificial humility. But she would only grant him that forgiveness after first offering her own weepy apologies, which would, of course, only break his heart more.

And even though everyone in Hyrule shared his opinion on monsters, including Impa, Link was the only one gifted with the remarkable knack for making Zelda cry. So, therefore, to avoid all of that nonsense, Link preferred to smile and nod along. He knew this also frustrated Zelda, but her annoyance was much more preferable to her tears. Link hated when she cried.

Outside of their arguing, Link couldn't think of anything else that would have Zelda acting in such an anxious manner. He was tempted to ask if the Calamity actually had risen while he was asleep (again), but he bit his tongue. Instead, he hoped she was just being shy about asking him to scale a rock wall of some sort and collect rushrooms. Considering who he was and all the rock climbing he did, it was a silly thing to be shy about, but Zelda tended to be embarrassed about the oddest things.

"No, this isn't about fighting." Zelda clarified, her voice drawing him back into their conversation, "It's actually another matter entirely, and while I believe it's a rather imposing request, I have really no one else to turn to, aside from Impa, but I—" Zelda paused and huffed, propping her head up with her hand, "—well, I don't know, I just feel you are better suited for this given your vast acquaintanceships, though, no doubt, Impa will want some sort of hand in the decision-making process. I can't say her assistance would be unwise since she was one of my father's most trusted advisors, but at the same time, I'm living under your roof—quite generously, thank you—and not to mention, Impa would likely request I commit myself to the Temples…." Zelda trailed off, thrumming the fingers of her free hand against the table in thought, and while he had little to no idea what she was going on about, he knew better than to interrupt her thinking process.

"I don't particularly dislike that option," Zelda continued on after a moment, straightening back up to look him in the eyes, "but I had just about my fill of piety, and well, the reality of it is, I can't expect to live under your roof for the rest of my life—"

He made a move to stop her right there—because she very well could expect that—but she pushed away from the table and began to pace about their little cottage, "Truly, I can't. While I'm quite spry for one hundred and twenty, I'm still one hundred and three years past my debutante unwed—"

This gave him significant pause, and he followed her pacing more carefully with his eyes.

"—I'm awfully afraid I could most certainly be defined as a spinster, and that can't do because someone has to carry on the line of Hylia, and the only person who can do so is me!" She came to an abrupt halt and spun on her heels to face him, throwing her hands into the air, "Hylia's bloodline can't just stop with me! I won't be saddled with that on top of everything else! No, that's another Zelda's issue!"

"And no doubt, me living here with you is also ruining your prospects as well, Link." She sighed, turning around again to examine Mipha's trident. He couldn't see her face—he could barely hear her voice over his internal panic—but she continued nonetheless, "You'll want a partner someday; that can't be denied. So, it won't do you any well having me living here when that time comes. Just think what people would—no! Think what they're already saying!" She shook her head, "This isn't a proper arrangement. I don't care how changed the modern world has become decorum is still decorum."

He made a face. Who cared about decorum? He certainly didn't. He had fought Lynols in his undergarments! The only time he gave it some thought was when he remembered Zelda was a Princess, which was hard to forget (funny, coming from him, he knew that), and talking to the Zora.

"No," Zelda shook her head with a sigh, making her way back to the table, "our living arrangement just isn't proper. It's about time I took a bigger interest in my future instead of trying to pray the past into the present." She plopped down into her chair, ignoring the shock scrawled upon his face, and took a rather large bite of the eggs he had scrambled for her. The eggs were now, no doubt, cold.

She swallowed and looked back up at him, pointing her fork at his face, "I'll put it bluntly, Link, I need you to find me a partner."

He blinked and just kept blinking. Words failed him. His heart sunk, rose, and sunk again because, for one, thankfully, Zelda was not asking for his hand, but also, she had not asked him for his hand, and it was a strange mix of feelings he had no desire to parse through.

"I—I'm sorry?" He finally managed to sputter out, "Me? Partner? Me?"

Her lips pressed together in a thin line before she sighed, "I know. I know! It's quite the request, but please, my whole life, you know, prior, I—" She pushed the eggs away and placed her head in her hands, "—Oh, I don't know how to say it without coming off so pathetically, but I don't have a father anymore like the other girls in the village, and I don't have an uncle or a brother to take care of such affairs, and yes, I know there's the push to break away from such conservative traditions, but I was—I am—the Princess! And while I know our plans are to establish a council as opposed to the traditional monarchy, it won't do for all of Hyrule—for the Goddess line—to be, uh well…tainted?" She cringed, "That's a horrible word to use, but I've got to marry the best of the stock for the sake of Hyrule, and I was the Princess!"

Zelda was up again, pacing around the table, gesticulating as she ranted, "I was the Princess, Link! I wasn't just allowed to talk—to flirt—with men in such manners! I kissed a stable boy once—" she jabbed a finger at him, "—once! Just to see what it was like, just a quick peck because I thought we were all surely dead, and he was sent off to work in the Goron mines!" She paused, then gasped, "Oh, Hylia, in fact, you were the one who ratted us out! Don't think I forgot about that!"

He quirked his eyebrows up because she may not have forgotten, but he most certainly had. Now that she mentioned it, he felt rather smug hearing her retell the story. Likely the boy, whoever he was, deserved it. The stable boy had been a stable boy after all, and…Oh! Yeah, Link could remember now. The cretin had had a penchant for leering. Link hadn't been fond of the stable boy, that was for sure. Especially when Toffa—

Wait? Didn't he know a Toffa now? That couldn't have been the stable boy's name, could it have?

He grimaced as a headache began to pound behind his eyes. Remembering the past had its obvious pros but very cumbersome cons. He resisted the urge to rub at his forehead and focused on Zelda's lecture.

"He was a very nice young man, by the way." She huffed, "I know you both had differing opinions on equestrianism, but really, what an overreaction! And just because you having him moved to Death Mountain probably saved his life two months later does not excuse the behavior in the first place, and—"

He tsked, waving her complaints off, and she gaped, "I beg your pardon, what's that supposed to mean?"

"The boy was a tool, your Highness," He crossed his arms.

"Don't your highness me," She hissed, but she couldn't sound menacing for the life of her, so it came out like a puppy's whine and made him smirk.

"Of course, my apologies, your Highness."

Her cheeks became rosy as her pout intensified, and she turned away from him with a 'hmph,' stomping up the stairs to the loft.

"I'm being serious!" She barked, making a show of stomping to the loft's bed.

He rolled his eyes when she was out of sight, "As am I. He was no good."

The bed creaked as she plopped down on it, "You don't—"

"Zelda, really, do you not think I had your best intentions at heart?" He interrupted her before she could even begin, which he knew in the past he would have never dared to do, "I knew what he wanted."

She was quiet up on the loft, and the bed creaked again as she stood. When she reached the rail, she looked down at him, and for a moment, Link swore he was back at the Sanctum, looking up at her father before coming to his senses.

"Very paternalistic of you," she murmured, fingers thrumming against the loft railing. She regarded Link with a frown, quirking one of her eyebrows up in dissatisfaction, "I know my honor is of great importance and concern to you, Sir Knight."

He sighed, rubbing the back of his neck, "Come on now, that's not why I did it. I was just trying to look out for you," he looked up at her, "you know, as a friend—that was…we were that at the time, right? Friends?"

There was a beat of silence, and then her eyes went soft. Her steel rod posture slumped a bit as she relaxed, and no longer did she look so much like her father, "I know—knew even—what you were trying to do, and I can't be mad about it, especially because I am now asking you to do precisely that and find me a good partner. I'm just—" she gestured vaguely, "—this isn't the predicament I was ever expecting to be in, and I believe I'm just talking myself into a tizzy. I'm—"

"Don't say it."

"—sorry."

He groaned, shooting her a bemused look, and she smiled sheepishly at him.

"Forgive me," she asked again, "for losing my temper?"

He wanted to call her out for being over-apologetic, but that had once made her cry. So he smiled instead, "Always, Princess."

He knew her well enough by now to know an 'I don't deserve it' was sitting on her tongue, but she, thankfully, bit it back because she knew him well enough to know it would only sour his mood. It was funny how stubbornly competitive they were with their apologies. He wondered what the selves of their past would think.

"See, this is why I came to you instead of Impa! She would have bowed down and just given me the first man I wanted." Zelda snorted, "You are much too opinionated."

"Most people would say quite the opposite."

Her smile widened, and annoyingly, his heartbeat quickened, "Ah, yes, but I know you and Impa better than most."

He smiled back before sighing, "I know very little about finding a partner, Zelda."

"That's fine." She shrugged, making her way back down the stairs, "I've got a sizeable dowry to work with if that's important to your acquaintances. Impa has been managing it all this time. And, of course, if the council discussions are to go south, my partner would be the rightful King of Hyrule in the most traditional sense. While I know the talks about the Council have been successful, I would guess such a potential title must be a smidge enticing for someone, yes?"

"To some," he agreed, "but I—who would you like to marry?"

She tilted her head, sitting back down at her spot at the table, "I'm sorry?"

"Wouldn't you prefer to be with someone you loved?"

She regarded him for a moment before smiling, "Well, of course, I'd crave companionship, Link, but I wasn't raised to expect love—"

There was a double meaning in that sentence that didn't sit quite right with him.

"—in the past, marriage amongst the nobility was akin to a business partnership, and it was stressed to me very early on that I needed to marry with Hyrule in mind. And as much as I detested that rule when I was younger, now that I have the choice, it's almost funny, all I have in mind is whatever's best for Hyrule," She shrugged casually, but the proud way she set her shoulders betrayed her nonchalant expression, "We really have the chance to lay the foundations for something great, and I want Hylia's heir to live up to that. I owe this country that much."

After everything Zelda had done for Hyrule, it was Link's opinion that she owed it very little else, but he kept his mouth clamped shut. It was just another argument for another day. Whether she liked it or not, Council be damned, Zelda was still his sovereign, so, for now, decorum would have him respecting her opinion.

"Aside," she leaned over, placing a hand on his, "I have faith you won't pair me with a monster, but if you do happen to do so, I've already lived with one for a hundred years. What's a hundred more?"

He gave her a look, and she threw her head back and laughed, "I'm kidding! About the monster thing, of course, not about me having faith in you. Don't worry. If I absolutely don't like someone, you'll know."

Instead of telling her that he'd faster gut a man than let anything like that ever happen to her again, he gripped her hand back and mused, "They'd have to be smart."

"Preferably," She nodded, mirth still twirling in her eyes, "and nice to look at, maybe?"

He smiled back, "Of course."

"And no one too old?" She wrinkled her nose, and he gave her an amused snort.

"Zel, you're a hundred and twenty. Aside from the Zora, it'll be hard to find someone younger."

She laughed, trying to hide her smile, "Oh, don't be cheeky, old man, you've got little room to talk yourself."

#zelink #ill post more if there's interest!#i usually hate long summaries and the beginning could use some work BUT it's for fun :)#and it sets up the story #it's my first time writing them so im sorry if theyre too ooc #first post!#matchmaker

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thesoulesscollection · 2 years

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Do you think you could write something about trans pregnant Charles? Just like somethings nice like “I’m bringing life into this world like a boss!” Then something like the mood swings kick in and he starts sobbing.

Hi, thank you for the prompt request and I'm really sorry that this took me a while to post but here it is now. I wanted this to be written near perfectly and I had to redo it a few times. Hopefully you'll like it even when I took a slightly different take to this request. Ask box is always open to be flooded

I know this may not be for everyone due to the understandable personal reasons. As someone trans themselves often feeling like a fraud I do get the discomfort. Simply put, I wanted to explore it as realistically and respectfully as possible with my own feelings towards it. So make sure to read the tags to check or ignore this if it makes you uncomfortable. Your comfort should be top priority here.

Tw/Tags: BROvert Ops Timeline, Trans Character - Charles Calvin, Trans Pregnancy, Body Dysmorphia, Implied Transphobia, Implied Sexism/Misogyny, Emotional Hurt/Comfort, Supportive Henry, Ambiguous Relationships (StickVin; Can Be Seen As Platonic Or Romantic), & Happy/Hopeful Ending

'Pregnancy. It should be such a joyous time for any young woman. Where you make another life inside yourself. What your body was meant to do. It's so easy, dearie. An absolute cake walk. You will love every second of it'

Recoiling back, face scrunched up upon hearing the familiar nagging falsely kind voices rang in his head reminded him of his childhood, something he often hoped to forget like how they used to speak in such a patronizing tone. Even when he fought them at every turn, loudly protesting at them that he was meant to be his own person given his own choices to both mind and body yet they would shout over him about the creation of life, it was to be his duty as a woman, how he shouldn't be a defiant wayward child. Bitterly burying the memories, accepting how he was made to be disgustingly uncomfortable in his own skin. Worse, his body was doing what once he vehemently decided to never do in pure spite, to carry another life, one he never would've thought would happen - it was a startling shock to say the least - yet he didn't dare get rid of it. Finally free from the suffocating confines from his prior life he was meant to be living his best life as the man he desired though he was clearly struggling to keep it together.

So here he stiffly stood in his room alone, arms glued to his side, back aching terribly while stuck in a body altering dilemma he never got the urge to partake in. As he sucked in a breath, Charles witnessed the clothes for today to wear strewn out on his bed, in his head they were mocking him, almost taking twisted enjoyment over his pain.

His sharp mind was in a foggy haze. What he's experiencing wasn't right. Charles needed to be in control at all times, there were people heavily relying on him to be the best, so he should be positively happy when in truth he was miserable. This got to be the toughest period in his life, unable to wrap his mind around it.

'Easy my ass... How in the world is this wonderful or beautiful? This is plain awful' In turmoil, Charles groused, red rimmed eyes close to watering yet stubbornly held the tears back, looking like total dog crap, worse knowing for him he was only a few months in.

"Nothing is going right" Tossing his clothes on haphazardly Charles was smoothing his military jacket, staring at himself in the mirror, far from particularly enjoying what he saw in the reflection he drawled out his pent frustrations, "Everything is going against me here"

What he saw wasn't nice, at least in his opinion. Years after he's built the desired appearance it was simply going down the drain. In a very weak, pitiful attempt to look smaller he ran his hands down his jacket trying to smooth down the tight, thin lines stretched across his stomach. The round bump kept growing at a decent pace in size over the weeks, unnaturally stubborn it remained no matter what he desperately did to hide his condition, sorely sticking out on his frame. Unable to keep appearances for much longer which left him terribly sickened at the image.

"Hey? Fine there?" Soon hearing the door to his bedroom open slowly, Henry's voice calls out, Charles abruptly turns around almost defensively covering his body, "You're done or…?"

"I. Uh… Almost, I guess…"

"You're sure? You've been in here for almost a half hour? We're both going to be late?"

Deciding to further shield himself, nobody should see him like this even his closest friend so he shamefully wiggled a little to better fit into his bit too tight clothes struggling to zip up his jacket.

"I… I.. Don't feel good"

"You don't? Is there anything I can do? Do you want me to call the General for you and say you can't come in today? That's totally fine and I can stay behind too to make sure you're alright"

"O-oh. Oh, no. No. I can't call out. Not today or any day, Henry" Charles quickly reacted, taking any time off, a mere single day even when it came to his job, horrified him to no end, "We can't do that… It's been so busy recently with the missions and all that it wouldn't be fair to you or anyone else"

Raising a brow Henry appears skeptical, taking a cautious step closer scanning the pilot's disheveled appearance, "You're sure it's nothing?"

Hesitancy grew though Charles just bit his tongue, simply nodding along as he waved off any possible worry.

"Charles. You know me, right? If there's something wrong, you can tell me" In genuine concern Henry was hovering around Charles, careful to not cross the sensitive line, cool hands barely grazing across the man's stomach, the main target of the lacking confidence. "I know this has been tough for you. I've seen it stress you to the bone since we found out. So this is only a day off. I don't want you worrying yourself sick over this"

"But I can't"

"Char. Tell me what you're doing?"

Confused shock came on Charles' burning face, tilting his head until realization kicked in as Henry pointedly motioned towards his stomach, "Wha-Oh"

"Hm. C'mon you got this. There shouldn't be shame in this"

"... I-I. I'm bringing life into this world…"

"Like the amazing man you are like the boss you are, heh. You're doing something wonderful… Don't forget that. You're doing good even when you think otherwise"

Sniffling when caught similarly to a startled little deer in the headlights Charles nibbled at his cheek, his body deciding to speak for itself no longer keeping the waterworks at bay, "... Stupid hormones… You're making me cry, Henry. I c-can't right now…"

"Nothing wrong with crying. Let those pesky emotions free. It's true what I'm saying, you know? This is like one of your greatest plans. You'll get through this. You're so tough"

As Charles wept, after wiping the falling tears freely flowing down his puffy cheeks with his balled up fists, he was relieved to express relief for once.

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imhereforscm · 1 year

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Can i request a fic where Tauxolouve comforts a female reader, after finding out she has stuttered while talking to a relative over the phone and someone was laughing in the background? If you don't want to write this, that's alright. Take care 🌼 Good night.

"Verbal slips"

Genre: comfort

Warnings: none

A/N: I hate myself, because I wanted to answer this ask much earlier and my brain just pulled the plug on me and kicked me into sleeping. Btw, if I didn't portray your request correctly, don't fret nor feel guilty letting me know! It's not a problem for me to rewrite it, really.💕💕💕💕💕💕 Love you, dearest!!

Your sense of comfort grew thinner by the second, your relative's voice practically fading into the background, after the laugh that reached the device and filled your ear.

You felt as if a spotlight was pointed on you, its blinding light washing over you, letting everyone else inspect your every move, while you were so blinded you couldn't see a thing. Your brain told you the laugh was towards you and was because you stuttered only a split second before.

"Goodnight." You said in a quicker speed than the one you had intended at first and hang up the call, placing your cellphone on your desk. You ran your fingers through your hair and took a deep breath, trying to calm down your nerves, as you felt your blood running cold through your veins, making your skin pale.

The sound of that mocking laugh kept reoccurring in your memory and you just wanted it to hush, but you knew you were heading towards a sleepless night.

You grabbed your phone and got into bed, draping your warmest blanket around you as you settled in, searching through any social media for something to distract yourself with—anything! Anything to take your mind away from the humiliation you felt just now.

You tapped around the screen, in and out of videos, in and out of posts and let your phone fall on the mattress, burying your face in your blanket. Due to some ironic coincidence, everything seemed to resemble your problem, therefore the internet was completely dry for you and extremely unhelpful.

You laid your head on your pillow and shut your eyes tightly, pulling the blanket over your head and attempting to force yourself to sleep, but to no avail. Your mind was going miles per second and kept poking you were it hurt the most with fingers of salt.

"I'll just never talk again." You muttered to yourself, gripping your pillow. "That way I won't humiliate myself again." You let out a shaky breath. "I wish none of that happened..."

You heard a knock and you immediately knew who it was. Peeking from under your blanket, your eyes met Tauxolouve's with the glass of your balcony as the only restriction between the two of you.

Tauxolouve smiled at you and trailed his fingertip on the slightly blurry glass, drawing a heart on the foggy part.

You chuckled to yourself. A tiny smile, but encouraging enough to leave your bed and go open the sliding door of the balcony.

Tauxolouve didn't wait for you to explain, because he knew. He knew of the unconscious wish you made and could see the storm echoing in you through your empty eyes, the stars in them sitting quietly in their spots, instead of waltzing around like they do every time. His soft lips touched your forehead, faintly cool from the night air. "Whatever happened, I'm here now."

You instinctively leaned into his touch and let yourself be wrapped up in his warm embrace, wanting to soak up in the welcoming and safe feeling he provided you. "Something bad happened."

"I won't talk until you tell me to." He said. "I won't interrupt you once."

"Thank you." You swallowed thickly, your brain retreating back to that humiliating memory. Your lips parted and you started to tell your tale, your hold on him tightening significantly as every fiber of your skin developed the same low temperature it did back then. "That's all... All I have to say."

"I heard you say you wish that never happened, right?"

You nodded.

"As far as you know, the past can't change." He spoke to you in a low, calming voice, his lips right against your hair the whole time. "And while it hurts, that's all we're left with."

"I don't like it."

"Of course, no one does." He cupped your face in his hands and stared deep into your eyes, a sweet and soothing smile forming on his lips. "But we have to be strong and keep moving forward. If fate brings you down, you must show her you're far stronger."

"How though?" You contradicted him. "I feel so humiliated, I definitely do not feel strong!"

"Well, how about that? Let's just enjoy the present." Tauxolouve wrapped an arm around your shoulders and led you to the sofa of your living room and then draped a blanket over you, before joining you, cuddling you close. "The past can't be changed, but it's up to us to change the future. What happened to you made you feel really uncomfortable and it's not your fault! It's natural to stutter at times and whoever laughed was really rude and their IQ... I don't even want to imagine how low it must be to make such a big deal over stuttering."

You snorted at that and Tauxolouve smiled, tousling your hair a little.

"I promise you. What you did, was not laughable. It's natural to happen and surely, it's nothing to feel ashamed for. I understand hearing someone mock you like this is really hurtful, but keep in mind, they were laughing all by themselves." Tauxolouve's gaze was gentle, yet strong as he looked deep into your eyes, making you understand just how reliable and genuine his words were. "This person was incredible rude, but I won't let him make my beautiful little lady have her night ruined." He kissed the tip of your nose and then trailed small kisses across your cheek and up to your ear, tickling you and making you giggle. "I'm gonna make sure you're gonna be laughing all night long, eat everything your heart desires and do anything you're in the mood for in general. I want you to be free and honest with me, because under no circumstances will you ever be mocked by me. I love you just like you are. With your stuttering, your tongue twists, your messy moments, your clumsy moments, I love everything about you!"

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