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aurora-ze-aquarius · 2 years

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Rookie swap au oneshot, ft. Sam

⚠️⚠️//Absent fathers/Mentions of Neglect

Why don't you celebrate Fathers Day?

Those words hit him like a semi truck speeding by, unable to stop seeing the deer on the road. Jackson turned back to the little girl, who stared up at him with curious eyes. He felt a cold sweat, but acted calm and collected.

He was told by Sally that Lightning had gone and left earlier that morning to visit the graveyard. Their daughter Sam overheard the conversation and asked to come with him to go check up on Lightning.

Their walk was mostly quiet, with the occasional small talk here and there. Then, she brought up the date today, with Jackson accidently mentioning how he doesn't celebrate Fathers Day. He knew she didn't mean to, she was only a child, but her question made Jackson swallow a gulp.

"What do you mean?" He asked appearing nonchalantly, hands shoved into the pockets of his jeans. Sam shrugged, letting out a small hum.

"Well, on Fathers Day, everyone's doing something special for their dad. Like like- Uncle Ramone and Auntie Flo have special Fathers Day stuff. Uncle Guido and Uncle Luigi like to send gifts and letters to their papas. Granpappy and Grandmommy are coming to have dinner with us later. And then, I made something for Papa. And Papa is visiting Granddad right now!" She smiled, holding onto her basket full of treats. Jackson nodded, yet kept silent, preferring to listen to her rambles instead. Though, Sam turned back to him, tilting her head.

"What about you? Do you have something special to give your dad?"

"Uh." He didn't. He had no reason to after all. The old man practically disowned him once he dropped out of college to pursue racing, and hasn't bothered to contact him since. Even then, the gifts Jackson had given to him were most likely just sitting in cardboard boxes in one of their many mansions somewhere, collecting dust and spiderwebs.

Though, he did have something in his pocket he's been itching to give to someone, he just didn't have the time to. But, why would he give it to him though? After all, he's already someone else's dad. And, would he even return the sentiment..?

"Jackson? Sam?" They both looked up and saw Lightning, who sat right by a gravestone. The plaque read the name 'Jesse Paul Hudson'.

'Oh. We're here now.'

"Papa!" Sam ran over to her dad, throwing her arms around him as he pulled her into a tight embrace. "Happy Fathers Day!"

"Hey kiddo!" Lightning laughed, glad to see his daughter make it here. Sam pulled away and set the basket down. She fished out a bouquet of flowers and set it down Doc's grave.

"Happy Fathers Day too, Granddad!"

Of course, Doc couldn't answer, but Lightning knows his ghost is smiling down upon the little girl. At least, he believes so.

"I made this for you too, Papa!" Sam grinned, handing him an envelope. Lightning opened it up, finding a messy drawing of the piston cup, but instead of the usual text, it read '#1 Dad ever!!!' instead.

Lightning let out an audible 'aww' and pulled his daughter into a hug. "I love it. Thank you, Sam."

A small smile appeared on Jackson's lips, though conflicting emotions clashed in his head as he watched the two. Lightning and Sam let go of the hug, as the former turned back to Jackson, who lingered just a bit away.

"So, uh, Jackson. Were you looking for me to train with? I'm sorry. I have other plans for today."

Jackson waved a hand dismissively. "Eh, it's fine, Champ. I just don't have anything else to do. " he bit his lip, glancing away. He wasn't sure if he was welcomed here. "I uh, I could go if you want. Yanno, leave you guys to do your stuff..."

Lightning shook his head, "It's fine. Take a seat. We could talk about stuff you could work on if you'd like." He gestured to the spot next to him, patting the delicate patch of grass.

So Jackson decided to stay with them. It was strange. He believed Lightning just invited him to stay because he felt bad for the guy, but Jackson enjoyed this company. Really, he wished he had these kinds of lax conversations with his old man growing up.

At first, they talked about strategies and plans for the next race, improvements Jackson could make, but then it evolved into Lightning's relationship with Doc. How he missed him, and hope he's doing him proud.

"He was like a dad to me. He was there when mine couldn't be..." Lightning sighed, rubbing the back of his neck.

Jackson hummed, finding himself nodding along. "...yeah. I get what you mean."

Lightning turned to him, taking notice of that solemn look upon Jackson's face. It was a look Lightning was oh so familiar with. The look of yearning for approval, wanting to please someone but never felt good enough.

His attention was promptly stolen by Sam, who tugged on the sleeve of his jacket. "Papa, what do you mean your dad wasn't there for you?" She asked.

"Well sweetie, there are times where the dad who brought you into this world can't look after you as best they could... And sometimes, you look towards someone else to well, basically be your dad in his place."

Lightning noticed that sudden look of concern from his daughter. "But! I'd never leave you the way my dad left me." He glanced towards Jackson, adding, "I promised myself I'd never make that mistake. I won't let either of you down..." He pulled Sam into a hug, the little girl practically clinging onto him. Jackson felt stunned.

Those words... 'Either of them'... Was he talking about Sam and Doc? Or was he talking about...

Jackson was pulled from his thoughts when he saw the two of them standing up. "Alright. I think it's time we headed back." He picked up his daughter, who giggled as she was placed upon his shoulders. "Jackson, could you get the basket?"

Jackson nodded, stretching his legs as he stood up and picked up their things. The three walked back towards town, down the dusty trail.

"Hey Jackson."

"Mhm..?"

Lightning gave him a soft smile, uttering the words Jackson never thought he'd ever hear. "I'm proud of you, kid."

Jackson felt a pang in his heart. He felt shaken, wanting to cry. But he didn't, and instead, rolled his eyes, fishing out a small blue envelope from his pocket. He handed it over to Lightning, not meeting his eyes.

"Happy Fathers Day, McQueen..." He said, his cheeks coated in a faint red from embarresment.

Lightning's eyes lit up in surprise, but surprise turned to happiness, and honestly, a sense of pride.

In many ways, McQueen hopes he continues to make Doc proud. Whether it be through racing, through taking care of his family, and now, he hopes he does him well looking after the rookie the same way Doc did for him.

#pixar cars #cars fandom #pixar #lightning mcqueen #humanized cars #jackson storm #sam mcqueen #🌌🖌️#cars rookie swap au #💛🔄🖤#alright! it's here- and completed-#🌌✍️#🌌⚠️

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its-the-cat-queen · 2 years

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I have been summoned by this lumberjack au. Can you tell us more?

- Cat anon maybe? 🐈‍⬛

[Sorry for the late reply! Had some stuff on my plate lately. And of course! You shall be Cat anon from now on!]

Tbh, this whole au is mostly just vibes and random scenes I might come up with fhdgdhfsg. Right now we have a premise, and a few sketches I will soon post. 👀 Everything is under the camping au tag.

But here are a few small things that I didn't talk about in the premise:

Logan and Virgil have been living side by side, so to say, for a while now. Logan goes out to the forest almost daily because of his job and Virgil, well, he lives and works there gjdhdhd. So they kinda formed a friendship over the years. :D Virgil usually helps Logan out any way he can.

Okay, so, Logan. This man is in love with nature. So much so that Janus can't help but feel a bit less hatred towards their whole camping trip.

Logan also just rambles on about trees and birds and whatnot a lot, while Janus is trying his best to pay attention, but tbh he's sometimes not even listening just looking cuz he's fricking smitten. This of course will become an awkward situation the moment Logan asks him a question fhdgjdhd

Poor Virgil looks intimidating and I mean, he's smug for sure, but also pretty socially awkward at the same time.

Roman and Janus spend half the time trying to be in the close vicinity of Virgil and Logan respectively. Roman is not even trying to be subtle about it. Virgil is kinda annoyed at first, cuz hey, he thought the woods would be a nice place where he can just avoid human interaction but now there's this random guy who's trying to flirt with him and he can't just tell him not to be in the forest, yanno. He soon warms up to him tho, no worries.

Janus also tries to flirt with Logan all the time but the man is oblivious af hjdhdhd.

(I wanna thank some ideas to our discord server, love you guys <3)

#sanders sides #loceit #prinxiety #camping au #cat anon #ask

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katedoesfics · 4 years

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Shadows of the Yiga | Chapter 29

The Champions were gathered at the ranch once more, standing outside of the barn. They were in the midst of a heated argument about their next move when the air stirred. There was a loud crack as if lightning split the ground, but there wasn't a storm cloud in sight. They turned to the source of the sound only to see Link on his hands and knees, gasping from the wounds that marked his body. To their surprise, he was not alone. Rusl stood above him, looking down at his son, his face pale. Their silent gazes moved between Rusl and Link before Daruk finally spoke.

“What the fuck?” he muttered.

Mipha hurried to Link, dropping to her knees beside him. Link tried his best to push her hands away, but she pushed back harder – easy enough to do in his weakened state – and began to heal him as quickly as possible.

“Where have you been?” Daruk hissed.

Link winced as Mipha worked, looking up to briefly meet Daruk's gaze. His eyes narrowed. “Working.”

Daruk scowled at him. “What's that supposed to mean?”

“Saving the world,” Link growled. “Kicking Yiga ass.”

“It looks like you're the one that got your ass kicked,” Kit said.

Link spat blood at the ground. He pushed Mipha away, getting to his feet before she had finished healing him. She searched his darkened blue eyes, catching flecks of red still in them. When he turned his eyes to her, she tore her gaze away.

“So,” Revali started. “Are we going to address the giant fucking elephant standing right fucking there?” He gestured a hand to Rusl.

Their gazes moved back to Rusl. Link stared blankly at his father, almost as surprised as the first time he saw him, as if he hadn’t expected him to be there. His face creased in disbelief and confusion. And then, after a moment, anger, as his brows furrowed together. “You,” he hissed. “You lied to me.” It wasn’t a question. His teeth grit together. “You lied to Aryll.”

“I did what I had to do,” Rusl said sternly. “To keep you both out of this mess.”

“This mess?” Link sneered. “Aryll was eleven years old. I had to tell her her father died.” His nostrils flared. “Is this a joke to you?”

Rusl, too, started to grown angry at his son’s accusations. “Do you think I would have done this if I had a choice?” he hissed.

Link bit his tongue in an attempt to remain calm. Already, he could feel the darkness start to cloud his mind. He had to stay in control. His eyes flashed threateningly dark and he pulled his gaze away from his father. “Fuck you,” he hissed before walking away.

Rusl watched as his son disappeared into the barn, then turned his attention back to Link’s friends. They stared at him with a mix of emotions, though Revali,

Daruk, and Kit seemed to regard him with disapproving stares. His brows furrowed angrily, and in a huff, he turned and marched away in the opposite direction.

“He faked his death,” Kit said bitterly. “That’s fucked up.”

Urbosa frowned. “He wouldn’t do that without good reason,” she said. “There’s more to this than we realize.”

An uneasy silence fell over the group. Mipha stepped away from the group and hurried after Link. She found him in the barn where he was pacing angrily and cursing under his breath. He paused when she stepped over the threshold of the barn and met her gaze. His shoulders dropped, his stiff posture instantly relaxing as she approached him.

“Where’s Aryll?” he asked quickly.

“She went out back with Talon to help him fix some fencing.” Mipha hesitated when he did not respond. “Are you… alright?” She didn’t necessarily mean it in regards to his father’s sudden appearance. She studied his eyes carefully, but he seemed to be back to normal.

“Fine,” he muttered. While the darkness seemed to remain at bay, his emotions ran wild.

Mipha pressed her lips together. “She’s worried sick about you,” she said softly. “Goddesses, what the hell were you thinking?”

Link sighed through his nose. “I thought I could take care of everything myself.”

“How did that turn out?” Mipha said dryly. “Will you stop with this impulsive shit already?”

The corners of his lips tugged into a small smile. “I know,” he started, and the smile quickly disappeared. “I’m sorry.” He pulled his gaze away. “I wanted to do what I could before…” He didn’t need to finish the sentence.

“You’re not going anywhere,” Mipha said.

Link glanced at her. He was not as confident as she was, but he didn’t bother voice his thoughts further with her. Though, if one good thing came out of it all, it was that Aryll would not be alone if something were to happen to him. At least she would have her father, no matter how much he hated him in that moment.

*****

Rusl leaned against the paddock fence on the other side of the house. He put out his cigarette on the wood post as Kit approached with two bottles in hand. He stood beside Rusl, popped open one of the bottles, and offered it to Rusl. He took it wordlessly, but offered a nod in thanks. They drank in silence for a moment before Kit finally spoke.

“So, back from the dead,” he said with a grin, but Rusl did not appreciate the joke. Kit’s grin quickly disappeared and he stared into his bottle. “You know,” he said after another moment. “I met Link and those stupid ass friends of his five years ago.” He smiled lightly at the memory, then chuckled. “They came stumblin’ in, barely after noon. The kinda guys I get at that time aren’t the kinda guys I thought they were.” He shook his head and drank his beer. When he finished, he continued. “Nah, these guys were dressed to the nines, lookin’ all fancy in their dumbass suits.” He shrugged. “Figured it was some kinda bachelor party still drunk from the night before, yanno?” He used his bottle to point in front of him, as if he were gesturing to the three men that entered his bar. “But I recognized them almost right away, of course. Who wouldn’t, right? Hyrule’s heroes. Except Link - he didn’t have that same dumb baby face I used to see on the news. Sure, he may have grown up a little bit since then. You know. Definitely not maturity wise.” He snorted and grinned, glancing over at Rusl, but Rusl did not meet his gaze. His eyes were hard as he stared at the ground, listening to Kit ramble on.

“Anyway,” Kit continued. “I was ready to totally exploit the hell outta them, you know? Come to my bar - Hyrule’s Champions drink here! What better way to take in new customers?” He took another sip of his beer. The bottle barely had a chance to leave his lips when he spoke again in a tone that suggested he had heard the most interesting thing in the world. “Turns out,” he started, “they had just left your funeral.” Kit let his words hang in the silence between them for a moment. He stared ahead, but felt Rusl’s gaze on him.

“He never left my bar after that,” Kit said softly. “For five long years, I had his beer cold, open, and waiting for him at his usual seat in the corner. Mostly, he’d just sit and stare at nothing. But sometimes we’d talk. Sometimes, we’d drink. Sometimes, we’d waste the night crawling around the city looking for something to distract us from life.” He paused. “Five years,” he repeated. “Five years I watched him drown.” His brows furrowed and he turned his gaze to Rusl. “That damn kid’s a mess, you know. I think the only thing that kept him going was Aryll. He did everything he damn well could for her. To make her life as normal as possible. Isn’t that what everyone deserves?” He turned his gaze away and finished his beer. “He sure as hell didn’t get that.”

“Do you think I need to be reminded that I’m a shitty person?” Rusl sneered.

“Nah,” Kit said, shaking his head. “I’m sure it eats you the fuck up.” He hesitated. “I just hope to hell there was a good fucking reason for putting him through all that shit. He deserves the truth.”

“I know,” Rusl said softly. He pinched the bridge of his nose, then hung his head.

Kit shrugged. “But I’m just a bartender,” he said. “I bring beer when times are tough, and sometimes offer a little wisdom.” He finished his beer. “If you’re gonna be back from the dead, at least be there. Stick around for a while.” He tipped an imaginary hat at him before leaving Rusl alone once more.

Rusl stayed where he was for a few minutes more, finishing his beer, before finally deciding to find Link, who he had admittedly been trying to avoid since he stormed off. He always hoped he could be reunited with his children again, though this was not the way he had imagined it. He couldn’t blame his son for being so angry with him, however. At the very least, he owed his son an explanation.

It didn’t take him long to find Link. Though it was still daylight, the barn was dim and cool. He shuffled inside without greeting.

Link glanced over his shoulder, but seeing it was only his father, he turned back to the stall where hungry goat eyes looked up at him. He tossed in the flakes of hay and closed the door. “What do you want?” he muttered.

“I’m sorry,” Rusl said. “I know things haven’t seemed fair -”

“Fair?” Link snapped, turning to face his father. “What would you know about fair?”

Rusl sucked in a breath in an attempt to remain calm with his son. “Look,” he started, but Link cut him off.

“No,” he snarled. “You have no idea what we’ve been through. There’s a damn gravestone with your name on it. You don’t get to talk about fair. You were gone. You left us alone. I gave up everything. I took on everything. I raised Aryll. I stayed up with her every night when she cried. I covered her ass when she got suspended from school. I worked a hundred damn hours so she could have a friggin place to live. And you think you can just come back from the fucking dead and everything will be the same?”

“Nothing will ever be the same,” Rusl hissed. “That’s what you don’t get, Link.”

“Then why don’t you enlighten me?” Link snarled.

“The Yiga are hunting you,” Rusl said. “They’ve been hunting you since the day you were born, and they won’t stop until they have you.”

“Well, I hate to break it to ya,” Link started, “but they already got their damn hands on me.”

“I know,” Rusl said through clenched teeth. He turned his gaze down at the ground. “I did everything I could to keep you and Aryll safe,” he said. “That’s why I was gone. I was tracking them down. I was trying to eliminate the problem, following Roham’s orders, but they got to me first.” He hesitated. “As far as anyone knew, I was dead. I should have been dead. I was there for years before I got out.” He pulled his gaze away. “I couldn’t just walk back into your life after that,” he continued. “You were better off believing I was gone.”

“I was, or you were?” Link hissed.

“What would you have done?” Rusl snapped. “If I came back?”

Link narrowed his gaze on his father. “I would have destroyed them.”

This seemed to be exactly the response Rusl expected. His shoulders relaxed slightly. “And that’s why I didn’t come back.”

Link stared at his father. He opened his mouth to speak, but his sister’s voice caught his attention.

“Link?”

Link moved his gaze passed his father to where Aryll stood in the doorway of the barn. Her brows were furrowed as her gaze fell on the man that stood between her and her brother. After a moment, a wave of realization washed over her face.

“Dad?”

Rusl hesitated, meeting Link’s angry gaze. He turned to look at his daughter over his shoulder and smiled at her. “Hey, Ary.”

Link’s clenched jaw relaxed for the first time that day as he watched his sister and father together. Rusl kissed her forehead and she pushed herself away to examine him, as if to make sure he were real. Unlike Link, she didn’t once question her father’s appearance, but simply treasured the fact that he was alive and back in their world.

After a moment, Aryll turned her gaze to her brother, but Link’s hardened expression had softened. Aryll was grinning, wider than he had seen on her in a long time. However, her brows furrowed when her brother did not seem as overjoyed as she was.

“What’s wrong?”

Link shook his head. “Nothing.”

Aryll held her gaze on him a moment longer. She knew when he was keeping things from her, but in that moment, she didn’t particularly care. Her father was alive. Her family was whole again. She turned back to Rusl, grinning once more, though her vision had started to blur. She hugged him tightly again and cried quietly against him.

“Damn it, you’re not ten years old anymore,” Rusl said as he kissed her head.

Aryll laughed lightly. “Yeah, Dad, duh.”

Rusl pushed her away and this time, he seemed to inspect her. “Goddesses, I missed you grow up.” He wiped the back of his hand across his eyes.

“It wasn’t that exciting,” Aryll said with a grin.

Rusl frowned. He let his fingers brush her hair out of her eyes. “I’m so sorry, Ary.”

She hugged him again. “I know,” she said. “I forgive you.”

They didn’t pull apart until Link stepped around them, and without a word, left them alone in the barn.

Aryll stared out the doorway of the barn and frowned. She sniffed and wiped at her own tears. “Why… what… What’s his damn problem?”

“He has every right to be mad at me,” Rusl said.

Aryll’s brows knit together. “No, he doesn’t. Why can’t he just be happy? He’s a fucking idiot.”

Rusl smiled. “Um. Language.”

Aryll’s expression turned suddenly guilty, and Rusl laughed.

“That’s what happens when you leave me with that idiot,” Aryll muttered.

Rusl frowned. “Why aren’t you mad at me?”

Aryll met his gaze. “Because I know you didn’t have a choice.” She turned her gaze back out the door. “Just like Link.” She sighed softly and met her father’s gaze again. “He knows that, too. He’ll come around.”

“I’m not so sure,” Rusl said. “I’ve kept a lot of secrets from him.”

“Link thinks he can save everyone,” Aryll said. Her voice softened. “He’ll die trying.”

“Yeah,” Rusl muttered. “That’s what I’ve been trying to prevent.” He sighed. “I’m pretty sure the last conversation we had -”

“Was about my summer reading project before I started middle school.”

Rusl smiled. “You hated that book.”

“I set it on fire.”

“Link let you play with matches?”

“Please,” she said. “He didn’t let me do anything.” She shrugged. “You know how that goes. I turned into a rebellious teen.” She grinned. “I think I gave him a few strokes.”

“No wonder he’s so bitter.”

Aryll frowned. “Yeah.”

“You can go back to being six years old, now.”

“I would love nothing more,” she said. “I’d much rather be coloring or something.”

“Painting my toenails?”

Aryll grinned. “I’m guessing you didn’t miss that.”

Rusl hugged his daughter once more. “I even missed the stupid peanut butter and banana sandwiches.”

#loz #botw #legend of zelda #breath of the wild #fic #fanfic #soty #shadows of the yiga #soty29

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colorfullfalls · 6 years

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Cheesy as a pizza

Harry Holland x Reader

In which Y/n makes Harry hangout with Sam and Elysia

Harry and Sam knew that they had to make a few days about them when Sam got back. They missed eachother like crazy. Growing up, they were never apart for very long, let alone months.

The day Sam got back, him and Harry were inseperatable. Harry wanted to know everything about the trip and Sam was excited to tell his stories. Harry’s heart was filled with love as him and his brother sat in their room, throwing a ball back and forth. It was late, but neither twin felt like going to bed. They were just glad to be in eachothers presence again.

Sam’s phone buzzed, making him look down and he pick up his phone. Harry rolled his eyes and threw the ball, hitting his brother right in the face.

Sam looked up and gave Harry an annoyed look, “Dude.”

Harry grinned, “You have been on your phone a lot.”

“It’s Elysia.” Sam said, clearly annoyed.

Harry rolled his eyes. Suddenly feeling heavy he leaned back so that he was completely horizontal. He rested his hand in his palm as he lazily scanned his sibling.

“You were literally just with her for months. You can’t just talk to me?”

Sam set down his phone and was ready to tell Harry to fuck off but when he saw Harry’s face he could tell that he was serious. He felt slightly bad for being on his phone now.

“Sorry Baz man. I’m just used to being around her now. I miss her.”

Harry sighed and moved so that he was sitting up. He crossed his legs and shook his head.

“You are ridiculous. Act as if you are married to her or something. I’m not used to you being a tied down man.” Harry dramatically rambled using crazy hand gestures to explain.

Sam laughed, “Give me a break. You and y/n are way worse than me and Elysia. You two are always together. You just aren’t used to me having someone.”

Harry scoffed, annoyed that Sam brought you into this.

“As if. And even if we were, we have been together for two years; therefore, it’s different! Y/n and I don’t need to text every second of the day because our love is stronger than that.” The matter-fact tone made Sam smile against his will. His brother is such a love struck fool.

“You literally just demonstrated that you are worse than I am.”

Harry grinned, thinking about how much he adores you. You and Harry met junior year and instantly connected. You made his heart flutter like not her and he really enjoyed being around you. You two began dating and the Holland’s gained a new family member.

You came over almost every other day to hangout with him and all the others. It’s as if you two don’t know separation.

“Whatever. The point is that you should be spending time with me!” Harry argued.

“I am! I am sitting with you right now, aren't I?”

Sam’s obnoxious ringtone started playing. The song “Perfect” by Ed Sheeran blaring throughout the room told that Elysia was calling Sam. Sam sighed as he picked up the phone. He could practically see the waves of anger coming off of the boy sitting across the room. Sam gave him a sheepish look before pressing answer.

“Hello?” Sam asked. He went silent as he listened to the girl. Sam looked over at Harry causing Harry to raise his eyebrows. Elysia obviously mentioned him and he wanted to know why.

Sam hung up. He stood up and walked over to the Harry’s bed, moving his leg so that he could sit down. Harry’s expectant eyes made Sam chuckle. His twin was also so impatient when it came to news.

“So that was Elysia,”

“Well no shit.” Harry interrupted, annoyed with the girl.

“Be nice. Anyway, what I was trying to tell you is that she wanted to know if you and y/n wanted to do something with us. Elysia wants to get to know y/n and she knows that we missed each other.” Sam explained, looking around the room.

Sam missed his room when he was away. There was no place like home and in his home he spent a lot of time in his room with his brother. The twins never resented sharing a room. They only had so many rooms and they were the two obvious ones to share. Their room reflected each of their likes. Harry’s side had a lot of pictures hanging up. Mostly of y/n because he really is a love sick fool. Sam’s side has a lot of posters about music.

“I would have to ask y/n/n. She might have to work.”

Sam nodded. At least Harry was considering it. He figured that y/n would want to go with them. She loves Sam and also sees him as a brother. She also dearly missed the freckle face while he was away.

“We should go, Harry. You haven't spent time with your brudder in a long time. And it was very sweet of Elysia to invite us. It could be really fun, yanno,” Harry gave you a bored look. You sighed and sat down beside him.

You could tell that he was in a very stubborn mood. Why? You had no idea.. but you know how to get him out of that. You roughly shoved the boy so that he fell to the floor. Then you jumped on him and began tickling his sides. Harry busted out in laughter as your fingers dug into him.

“Fine, okay. Quit. I’ll go. I’ll go.” He laughed out as you continued your assault.

“You promise to be in a better mood when I stop?” You teasingly asked.

“Yes!”

You stopped and leaned down to lay on him. He made an oof sound as you plopped on him. You grabbed his cheeks in your hands and stretched them like an annoying grandma would.

“I don’t like when you’re grumpy. Be a happy boy.” You moved his cheeks so that it looked like he was smiling. He grabbed your hands and pulled them away from his cheeks, kissing each hand as he did so.

“I am a happy boy. At least around you.” He cheesily said, slowly leaning up and kissing you. You smiled and pulled away.

“Cheesy much?” You teased, smiling down at him.

He laughed and nodded, “Cheesy as a pizza.”

“I refuse to deal with you,” You got off of him and stood up, “Gotta blast.” You threw open his bedroom door as Harry rushed to stand up. You bolted down the stairs and began running into the kitchen. Harry being fast almost caught you but you pushed on. You bumped into Tom, shouting out a sorry as you opted going out the front door.

Harry’s fingertips brushed your back which made you squeal and dodge to run the opposite way. You were both happily giggling at the silly chase when you bumped into someone, knocking you on your ass. You let out a groan as you looked up at the person.

Sam and Elysia sheepishly looked down at you. You felt guilty that you ran into them. Sam offered a hand, which you took. Harry caught up and turned you around to make sure that you were okay. There was an ugly scrape on the palm of your hand from falling. Harry glared at his brother.

“You done abusing my girl?” Harry asked, pulling y/n into the house to clean up her hand. You swatted Harry with the unharmed hand for being a prick towards his brother.

“Stop. It was my fault. I was the one running around like a heathen. They were just walking.” You scolded, giving the couple a smile.

“Is your hand okay?” Elysia asked, grabbing Sam’s.

You looked down at the scrape, “It’ll be alright. Just looks gross.”

“There are band aides in the bathroom. I can grab one.” Sam said, following you two into the house.

“ I got it Sam.” Harry said, dragging you into the bathroom. He shut the door and made you sit on the sink as he grabbed the band aides.

You busted up laughing when you saw them. Of course they were Spider-Man ones. You wouldn't expect anything less from the eldest Holland. Harry put peroxide on your hand and then Neosporin before gently applying the band aid. He pressed a kiss to your head as he helped you down.

“Thanks, sweets.” You said, walking out the door.

Sam and Elysia were in the kitchen waiting for the couple. Sam felt really bad about your hand. He knew that it wasn't his fault, but the scrape looked nasty and he didn’t want you to be in pain.

“Ready?” You asked, sliding your shoes on and slipping your coat on your arms.

“Very much so.” Sam said, standing up.

Restaurants were busy on Friday nights so it was challenging to find a place that wasn't too packed. You suggested on going to Applebee's anyway. The boys like to get beer when they go out and Applebee’s serves it. You pulled up and it was busy as always. A sweet girl around your age seated you guys an handed the menu’s.

Harry’s hand rested above your knee as you two looked through the menus. You usually get the four cheese mac and cheese. It is so good and you usually have some to take home to eat the next day too. Unless Harry eats it before you get the chance to.

“How much do you think it would cost to get everything?” Sam asked, looking up from his menu.

Elysia laughed at her boyfriend and beamed at him, “I mean if you don’t want any money in your bank account then that sounds like a grand idea.”

You laughed in agreement, “I have like thirty bucks that I can pitch in. Let’s do it.” You encouraged. You were kidding of course. Getting one of everything would be outrageous and super pricey.

Sam loudly laughed and shot finger guns at me, “Solid plan.”

The waitress walked over and took your orders. You rested your head in your hands as you watched a soccer game on one of the many TV screens in the joint. You didn’t hear Harry calling your name until he squeezed your knee.

“Sorry, I was distracted. And you know, it is not my fault. They have too many TV’s in here and it takes people away from conversation” You rambled, embarrassed that you neglected them for a soccer game.

“Love, you’re rambling.” Harry ridiculed.

You pouted in defeat before smiling at the sight of your food being brought over. You were so hungry and the food smelled oh so freaking good.

“So y/n, what do you like to do in your free time other then put up with Harry?” Elysia kiddingly asked, cutting her steak.

You smiled at her jab at Harry. If she keeps on, she will fit in perfectly.

“Uh.... Lemme think. Yeah, I really don’t do much?” You stuttered. You don’t really like talking about yourself. You feel awkward about it.

“I’m sure that isn't true.” Elysia insisted.

“I like art. I took four years of it in school and I am a minor art major in college. Uh, mainly drawing and painting. I'm not one much for pottery... I am a big marvel nerd, like Sam, “Sam playfully stuck his tongue out at you, “And I read a lot. Oh! And I watch a lot of documentaries about history.” You word vomited a bit.

Elysia was kind though and offered you a smile, “We are opposites. I suck at art and reading has never really been my thing. I was always more into sports.” She explained.

“Y/n is not athletic at all.” Harry snorted out. You elbowed him in the gut for his comment.

“Ouch. Bully.” He muttered, making you smirk.

“Your accent- you clearly are not from around here.” She said. You could tell that she wasn’t being rude but it still made you feel like an outcast.

You nodded, ‘Yeah, I am from America. Oregon actually.”

“Her accent is adorable.” Harry defended, grabbing your hand from under the table. He could tell that her comment caught you off guard and you took it the wrong way. You relaxed as he soothingly ran his thumb across the top of your hand.

“I didn’t say that it was bad. I was just curious.” Elysia quickly cleared it up.

“It’s all good.” You replied, taking a big sip of your drink.

After dinner you and Harry went back home to relax. Sam and Elysia wanted to go catch a movie and offered you two to go along but Harry didn't want to. He just wanted to cuddle with his favorite gal.

Harry and you went up to his room and got in bed. He laid back against the wall and you cuddled into his side. This was your go to cuddle position. You decided to break the comfortable silence.

“Elysia is good for Sam. She’s sweet and they clearly care about each other.”

“Eh, not my type.” Harry remarked. Your mouth flew open and you jabbed his side with your finger, making his squirm.

“I would hope not. She is Sam’s girlfriend. She really seems great Har.”

“Nothin’ compared to you, love.” He said into your hair. You blushed and didn't’ respond right away. You really had nothing to reply with. After all of this time, his words still really affect you.

“Okay, lover boy.” You cooed, moving so that you could kiss the tip of his nose, making him hum in content.

“I told you that m’ cheesy as a pizza for you. Nothing is gonna change that.” He began pressing kisses all over your face. You laughed and tried to move but he held you there and made the kisses purposely slobbery. You wrinkled your nose at that and laughed harder.

“I love you, baby.” Harry said from above you. You opened your eyes and grinned up at him.

“I know. I love you too, ya div.”

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The Space I Filled - Chapter 5: Hot Cocoa Makes Everything Better

Adriana’s hand hovered over the handle to her mentor’s apartment. She watched her fingers shake and she knew that the winter chill wasn’t the cause. She bit her lip and yanked her hand back from it, turning and walking back down the steps before pausing and looking back at the door guiltily.

She didn’t want to skip out on training or patrol, but she also didn’t want to have to explain anything to Gabe. Even worse, she didn’t want to lie to him. He would look at her with that piercing gaze, the one that made her feel like he could see into her soul, and she would crumble like she always did. It would be just like that time she tried to tell him she lost her bō staff in the ocean when really some punk had managed to snatch it from her. All he had to do was raise his eyebrow at her and she broke.

“Adriana?”

She froze. She hadn’t even heard him open the door. No, no, she hadn’t made her decision yet. She didn’t want him to see her. He couldn’t see her.

She half turned so that only the right side of her face was visible to him. “Hey, Gabe. Um, I’m not feeling so good? So, I’m just gonna head home, okay?”

Out of the corner of her eye, she could see him standing in the doorway, his brow knit and his lips pulled down in that thoughtful frown. Not good.

“You came all the way here just to say you didn’t feel good?” he asked. “You could have called.”

“Yeah, well, I felt okay until I got here and then I suddenly felt super bad, so…” Not a lie. “I’m just gonna… I’m gonna go now. Bye!” She turned completely away from him and began to hurriedly walk away.

“Adriana.”

Shit. That was his commanding tone. The tone that said ‘you better do what I say or there’ll be consequences.’ She stopped and turned slightly.

“Yes…?”

She could hear him walking up behind her, and she wondered how he could walk out onto the frigid ground in his bare feet before he placed a firm hand on her shoulder.

“Turn around and look at me.”

So she did. Slowly, and with her eyes cast downward so that she didn’t have to meet his gaze. The left side of her face came into his view and she heard him suck in a quiet breath. His hands reached up to her face and his fingers tilted her chin up so he could see her face better. Specifically, so he could see the ugly purple and yellow bruise overlapping her temple and her eye.

“You didn’t get this on patrol last night,” he stated.

Adriana sheepishly lifted her eyes to meet his and felt guilty at the concern in his expression. He looked just like her mom had when she came home to find her with the bruise last night. Eyebrows drawn together and empathetic pain in their eyes. She hated making people worry.

“Yeah, I didn’t. I…” she bit her lip and went for the lie she had told her mom. “A kid at school hit me today.”

Gabe’s hand paused in its examination of the bruise, then fell to his side. He narrowed his eyes at her. “...Really?”

She nodded, but he began to stare at her with that searching gaze, the one that made her feel like he had x-ray vision, and she looked down at her feet, unable to look him in the eye.

“Adriana…” he said, and she knew by the tone of his voice that she had just blown it.

“Okay, look, just promise me you won’t freak out, okay?” she said emphatically, reaching out to grab his arm, “I can’t have anyone messing with things right now, so you can’t do anything if I tell you!”

He stared down at her with wide-eyed concern. “Adriana-”

She shook his arm. “Promise me!”

He paused, then placed a hand on her shoulder and said calmly and quietly, “Alright. Let’s go inside. It’s cold out here and I can fix you some hot cocoa. And then you can tell me.”

She wrapped her arms around herself nervously and looked at her shoes again, allowing herself to be guided into the apartment.

Gabe’s place wasn’t fancy or big, but it was nice. It had just enough room for him to live and train, and she felt immediately comfortable when she stepped into the space. It was cozy and it felt like Gabe. She felt… safe here.

Her mentor was in the process of boiling water and pouring cocoa into a couple mugs. She had learned early on of his firm belief in the power of hot cocoa. “Hot cocoa makes everything better,” he had said on more than one occasion. She worried her fingernail and hoped he was right, because she wasn’t looking forward to this conversation.

After a few minutes of silence, he set down a mug of the steaming chocolate drink in front of her and sat across from her with his own. She wrapped her fingers around it and let the warmth seep into her skin, drawing comfort from it.

“Are you ready to tell me who gave you that bruise?” he asked quietly, his tone not accusatory at all. In fact, she had never heard him sound more patient and gentle. Willing to listen.

She took a deep breath. “My… my mom’s boyfriend did it.”

Gabe didn’t even flinch, his brow didn’t crease in anger at all. His expression was almost eerily neutral and he just sat and waited for her to continue.

“My mom started dating Lucas about five months ago and he moved in with us. She said it would be good to have a father figure, or something, I don’t know. And he’s mostly cool, yanno? He talks to me about school and he lets me have sips of his beer sometimes. And uh…” She peered up at Gabe, realizing what she had just said, but he just sipped his cocoa and nodded for her to continue.

She stumbled on without knowing where she was going or when she would stop.

“He just has a really bad temper, especially when he thinks you’re lying to him. And recently he’s been questioning me about why I’ve been out so late and… I haven’t really been able to give him a straight answer all the time and last night he just…” Her voice had trembled, and she had to take a breath. She took a sip of her cocoa without blowing on it and the heat burnt her tongue. She ignored the pain and continued. “Anyway, he sort of lost it, but he only hit me once!”

She glanced up at Gabe and went on hurriedly at his continuously blank expression. “And Lucas was really sorry after, he apologized over and over again! He even cleaned it up and got me ice and…” She bit her lip, then reached out and gripped Gabe’s arm. “It was my idea to lie to my mom about it. If she found out, she’d never forgive him. And he’s the best thing that ever happened to her, he makes her happy! And he helps us pay the bills and I know that he would never do it to Isabel.”

Gabe was still as a stone through her desperate speech, but finally he raised his hand and placed it over the one Adriana had on his arm, squeezing it.

“Adriana. I’m glad you told me about this.” His voice was soothing, calm, but also controlled, as though he was keeping his emotions in check. “I know you think this was a one time thing, but I’ve seen many cases like this, and usually, if a person is willing to hit someone once, they’re willing to do it again.”

Adriana felt like she was going to cry, and Gabe’s grip on her hand tightened.

“I strongly, strongly urge you to tell your mom about what he did. She’s your mother, and from what you’ve told me about her she cares more about your safety and well being than she does about her boyfriend. She would be happier if you told her. And Adriana.”

She had looked back down at her cocoa, but his voice caused her to glance back up at him. He was looking intensely at her, and she realized that the emotion he had been holding back earlier was fury.

“If he ever does anything like that again, if he so much as makes you feel unsafe, I want you to tell me. Immediately. And I’ll take care of it. Do you understand?”

She couldn’t find the words to argue, so she nodded her head. It seemed to appease him.

“Good.” He gestured to her mug. “Drink the cocoa. Hot cocoa makes everything better.”

She couldn’t help but smile a bit at that, and she lifted her mug and took a sip. It was the perfect temperature now.

“Thanks, Gabe.” she murmured, glancing up at him.

His smile was warm. “No thanks necessary. You can always talk to me. Always.”

When Adriana came home that night, she found her mother sitting at the kitchen table, staring into a cup of tea.

“Mom?” she said, slightly worried. “You’re home early, is everything okay?”

Her mother lifted her gaze and Adriana realized with horror that she had been crying.

“Mom! Are you alright?” She rushed forward and reached out to her, but the minute she was within reach her mother stood and enveloped her in a hug so tight Adriana couldn’t breathe.

“Adriana, I am so sorry. I am so, so sorry I let him into our home, I am so sorry you had to go through that,” her mother rambled in between sniffles, “Please forgive me.”

Adriana could hardly process what she was hearing. Had Gabe… but he made it sound like he wouldn’t! She had begged him not to do anything! And when would he have had the time…?

“Did he tell you?” she asked, barely a murmur.

Her mother’s voice hardened. “Yes. He did.”

Adriana gripped the back of her mother’s shirt, feeling betrayed

“He told me about it this morning after you left for school,” her mom continued, “and I told him to leave, that we were through.”

Wait, what?

Adriana pulled back and looked at her mother’s tear-streaked face. “You mean… Lucas told you?”

“Yes. He said he felt so badly about it… but I didn’t care. He’s gone now, alright?"

Adriana realized what had happened and she couldn’t help but breathe a sigh of relief as she wrapped her arms around her mom’s waist and squeezed her as tight as she could. “I’m so sorry, Mom. I know how happy he made you.”

“No, Adriana. You make me happy. Alright?” Her mother kissed her hair and sniffed again. “No man I bring into our lives is ever going to matter more than you. Or your safety. Do you hear me?”

Adriana nodded. It didn’t seem to be enough for her mom.

“I need you to know you can talk to me, Ana. I had to hear it from him, but if anything like this ever happens I want you to be able to talk to me!” She pulled back and cradled her daughter’s face. “Do you understand?”

Adriana smiled. “Yeah, I understand, Mom. I will. I promise.”

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Shadows of the Future | chapter 68

“What the fuck?” he muttered.

“Where have you been?” Daruk hissed.

Link winced as Mipha worked, looking up to briefly meet Daruk's gaze. His eyes narrowed. “Working.”

Daruk scowled at him. “What's that supposed to mean?”

“Saving the world,” Link growled. “Kicking Yiga ass.”

“It looks like you're the one that got your ass kicked,” Kit said.

“So,” Revali started. “Are we going to address the giant fucking elephant standing right fucking there?” He gestured a hand to Rusl.

Their gazes moved back to Rusl. Link stared blankly at him, almost as surprised as the first time he saw him, as if he hadn’t expected him to be there. His face creased in disbelief and confusion. And then, after a moment, anger, as his brows furrowed together. “You,” he hissed. “You lied to me.” It wasn’t a question. His teeth grit together. “You lied to Aryll.”

“I did what I had to do,” Rusl said sternly. “To keep you both out of this mess.”

“This mess?” Link sneered. “Aryll was eleven years old. I had to tell her that her father died.” His nostrils flared. “Is this a joke to you?”

Rusl, too, started to grow angry at his son’s accusations. “Do you think I would have done this if I had a choice?” he hissed.

Link bit his tongue in an attempt to remain calm. His eyes flashed threateningly dark and he pulled his gaze away from him. “Fuck you,” he hissed before walking away.

Rusl watched as his son disappeared into the barn, then turned his attention back to Link’s friends. They stared at him with a mix of emotions, though Revali, Daruk, and Kit seemed to regard him with disapproving stares. His brows furrowed angrily, and in a huff, he turned and marched away in the opposite direction.

“So, back from the dead,” he said with a grin, but Rusl did not appreciate the joke. Kit’s grin quickly disappeared and he stared into his bottle. “You know,” he said after another moment. “I met Link and those stupid ass friends of his five years ago.” He smiled slightly at the memory, then chuckled. “They came stumblin’ in, barely after noon. The kinda guys I get at that time aren’t the kinda guys I thought they were.” He shook his head and drank his beer. When he finished, he continued. “Nah, these guys were dressed to the nines, lookin’ all fancy in their dumbass suits.” He shrugged. “Figured it was some kinda bachelor party still drunk from the night before, yanno?” He used his bottle to point in front of him, as if he were gesturing to the three men that entered his bar. “But I recognized them almost right away, of course. Who wouldn’t, right? Hyrule’s heroes. Except Link - he didn’t have that same dumb baby face I used to see on the news. Sure, he may have grown up a little bit since then. You know. Definitely not maturity wise.” He snorted and grinned, glancing over at Rusl, but Rusl did not meet his gaze. His eyes were hard as he stared at the ground, listening to Kit ramble on.

“Do you think I need to be reminded that I’m a shitty person?” Rusl sneered.

“I know,” Rusl said softly. He pinched the bridge of his nose, then hung his head.

Rusl stayed where he was for a few minutes more, finishing his beer, before finally deciding to find Link, who he had admittedly been trying to avoid since he stormed off. He had hoped he could be reunited with his children again, though this was not the way he had imagined it. He couldn’t blame his son for being so angry with him, however. At the very least, he owed his son an explanation.

It didn’t take him long to find Link. Though it was still daylight, the barn was dim and cool. He shuffled inside without greeting.

“I’m sorry,” Rusl said. “I know things haven’t seemed fair -”

“Fair?” Link snapped, turning to face his father. “What would you know about fair?”

Rusl sucked in a breath in an attempt to remain calm with his son. “Look,” he started, but Link cut him off.

“Nothing will ever be the same,” Rusl hissed. “That’s what you don’t get, Link.”

“Then why don’t you enlighten me?” Link snarled.

“The Yiga are hunting you,” Rusl said. “They’ve been hunting you since the day you were born, and they won’t stop until they have you.”

“Well, I hate to break it to ya,” Link started, “but they already got their damn hands on me.”

“I know,” Rusl said through clenched teeth. He turned his gaze down at the ground. “I did everything I could to keep you and Aryll safe,” he said. “That’s why I was gone. I was tracking them down. I was trying to eliminate the problem, following Roham’s orders, but they got to me first.” He hesitated. “As far as anyone knew, I was dead. I should have been dead. I was there for years before I got out.” He pulled his gaze away. “I couldn��t just walk back into your life after that,” he continued. “You were better off believing I was gone.”

“I was, or you were?” Link hissed.

“What would you have done?” Rusl snapped. “If I came back?”

Link narrowed his gaze on his father. “I would have destroyed them.”

This was exactly the response Rusl expected. His shoulders relaxed slightly. “And that’s why I didn’t come back.”

Link stared at his father. He opened his mouth to speak, but his sister’s voice caught his attention.

“Link?”

“Dad?”

Rusl hesitated, meeting Link’s angry gaze. He turned to look at his daughter over his shoulder and smiled at her. “Hey, Ary.”

Aryll ran to her father and jumped into his arms. It didn’t matter how much bigger she was since Rusl had last seen his daughter; he let her jump on him all the same and wrapped his arms around her. Aryll buried her face in her father’s neck and sobbed. Rusl kissed her forehead and she pushed herself away to examine him, as if to make sure he were real. Unlike Link, she didn’t once question her father’s appearance, but simply treasured the fact that he was alive and back in their world.

“What’s wrong?”

Link shook his head. “Nothing.”

Aryll turned back to Rusl, and he met her teary eyed gaze with his own. He let her hug him tightly again and she cried quietly against him.

“Damn it, you’re not ten years old anymore,” Rusl said as he kissed her head.

Aryll laughed lightly. “Yeah, Dad, duh.”

Rusl pushed her away and this time, he seemed to inspect her. “Goddesses, I missed you grow up.” He wiped the back of his hand across his eyes.

“It wasn’t that exciting,” Aryll said with a grin.

Rusl frowned. He let his fingers brush her hair out of her eyes. “I’m so sorry, Ary.”

She hugged him again. “I know,” she said. “I forgive you.”

They didn’t pull apart until Link stepped around them, and without a word, left them alone in the barn.

Aryll stared out the doorway of the barn and frowned. She sniffed and wiped at her own tears. “Why… what… What’s his damn problem?”

“He has every right to be mad at me,” Rusl said.

Aryll’s brows knit together. “No, he doesn’t. Why can’t he just be happy? He’s a fucking idiot.”

Rusl smiled. “Um. Language.”

Aryll’s expression turned suddenly guilty, and Rusl laughed.

“That’s what happens when you leave me with that idiot,” Aryll muttered.

Rusl frowned. “Why aren’t you mad at me?”

“I’m not so sure,” Rusl said. “I’ve kept a lot of secrets from him.”

“Link thinks he can save everyone,” Aryll said. Her voice softened. “He’ll die trying.”

“Yeah,” Rusl muttered. “That’s what I’ve been trying to prevent.” He sighed. “I’m pretty sure the last conversation we had -”

“Was about my summer reading project before I started middle school.”

Rusl smiled. “You hated that book.”

“I set it on fire.”

“Link let you play with matches?”

“Please,” she said. “He didn’t let me do anything.” She shrugged. “You know how that goes. I turned into a rebellious teen.” She grinned. “I think I gave him a few strokes.”

“No wonder he’s so bitter.”

Aryll frowned. “Yeah.”

“You can go back to being six years old, now.”

“I would love nothing more,” she said. “I’d much rather be coloring or something.”

“Painting my toenails?”

Aryll grinned. “I’m guessing you didn’t miss that.”

Rusl hugged his daughter once more. “I even missed the stupid peanut butter and banana sandwiches.”

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