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melon-wing · 4 years

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Chase Me [Grian x Doc]

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Doc sat straight up, when sirens blared all around him, red lights flashing. It took him a moment to gather his surroundings. He was still in one of the Area 77 labs, his equipment right in front of him on the table. One of the glass vials had spilled, leaving the whole table covered in a brownish liquid. He must have fallen asleep in the middle of his experiment. Damn. That meant he'd have to start the whole thing all over again. Why hadn't Scar woken him up? He usually did when something like this happened and then scolded him for not going to bed.

Doc rubbed his eyes, trying to chase his tiredness away. The alarm was still going. It took unusually long. Why wasn't Scar...?

Oh, right. He remembered. Scar wasn't here, because he had left the day before to get together with Cub. Something about a meeting, that Scar had postponed one too many times and him 'having to make it up to his husband‘. He wouldn't be here for the next few days.

Doc sighed. He felt a pang in his chest when he thought of the Convex. Those two were truly made for one another. Even when he would never admit it out loud, hearing Scar talk about Cub as if the whole universe revolved around him, made Doc feel a longing ache. He had been happy on his own for so long. He'd been alone ever since the disastrous end of his engagement to Bdubs back in their old world. He had thought he'd be done with love and relationships. He had thought that no relationship was made to truly last.

Seeing Cub and Scar, hearing Scar... He wanted that.

Doc shook his head to rid himself of that line of thought as he hurriedly walked through the corridors. He didn't have time to go all sentimental now. He blamed the dream he just had awoken from. The dream that kept repeating over and over again.Though he couldn't quite remember the details, only being locked in a heated embrace with someone, lips pressed together. A small giggle, fleeting touches, sky blue eyes, but when he tried to remember the face of the person, his mind drew a blank.

"Oh god damn it! Concentrate, Doc!", he scolded himself, voice echoing off the walls. This situation needed his full attention now. It wasn't the first time the alarm had been triggered, but most of the time it had just been large animals wandering past their body. It was probably some stupid cow again. Or one of those overly annoying traders with their idiotic lamas, trying to sell him some trash for ridiculously high prices.

Doc yawned, grabbing a few emeralds and wheat from one of the chests before finally getting to the lever that turned off the alarms. The silence after helped him to clear his head a bit faster. The lights stopped flashing and with one last sigh he stepped outside, following their main path through flower filled grass and... wait.

Flowers?!

Those hadn't been there before... And Scar couldn't have been the one to plant them, which meant somebody else had been here. But what kind of intruder would just run around and plant flowers?

And then he heard a giggle.

A giggle that felt so familiar, as if he had just heard it a few minutes ago. A giggle that made his chest ache in a weird way. The same way it felt when he looked at Scar and Cub.

"Who's there? Show yourself!", he shouted, taking his trident out and scanning his surroundings. His foxes had also risen from their sleep at the entrance and were now jumping in between his legs in nervous excitement. There was a flash of red in between the trees next to the border and another giggle from the same direction that seemed to echo over the flowery field. Doc let his trident soar through the air with perfect accuracy. There was a loud high pitched sound of surprise, and then more giggling as the intruder kept running in between the trees. The trident must have barely missed them.

Doc made a gesture with his hand and the trident came flying right back into it.

"Go get them, boys.", he growled and the foxes darted forward, Doc right on their heel.

Who was it?

He swore he knew that voice.

He had heard it before.

His foxes easily darted between the trees, leaving Doc a bit further behind, but he was still running. There was a loud shout and a heavy thud and Doc grinned. He put on another burst of speed and when he passed between the next row of trees he stopped. There on the floor right in front of him lay the intruder, his foxes had their claws and mouths all over their legs, clawing and biting into the fabric. Doc whistled and the foxes let go, returning to his side.

Doc looked at the figure on the ground for a few seconds and suddenly his eyes went wide, when he recognized them - him.

“Grian?”

There was a groan and Grian turned onto his back before sitting up.

Doc’s breath hitched as Grian looked up at him, eyes wide, cheeks flushed from running away. His hair was a bit messy and a crown of flowers sat a bit tilted on his head. He looked… adorable. Like some otherworldly being. Doc almost expected to see pointy ears. He couldn‘t believe how attractive Grian was.

Doc felt heat rushing to his cheeks at that sudden thought popping up in his mind and he cursed his own mind.

“Well, looks like you caught me, Agent Doc.”

Doc felt more heat rising to his cheeks, when Grian all but purred the greeting and especially his name. Going by the sudden gleam in Grian’s eyes and his lop-sided grin, he knew exactly what he was doing to Doc‘s head.

When had that happened? When had Grian been able to get to him like that?

Certainly not during the Civil War.

“What’s wrong, Agent Doc. Fox got your tongue?”

There it was again. That teasing tone of his and finally Doc was able to get at least a part of his composure back. Enough at least to stop standing around like a statue.

“What the heck are you doing here? And what‘s up with the flowery get up? Were you the one planting those flowers?”

The way Grian’s smile widened already gave Doc the answer to his last question. Only Grian could manage to look so innocent, yet quilty at the same time.

“Well. A certain someone stole my time machine, so I‘m here to get it back.”

“That really doesn‘t explain the flowers.”

“Oh, that. I thought who better to fight a secret government facility than some Hippies? I thought you might appreciate a little gift to celebrate getting new neighbours.”

Grian kept smiling, even when Doc stepped closer, the trident pointed right at the center of his chest.

Doc was torn between feeling flustered, frustrated and completely enraged.

“Well, good to know”, he growled low in his throat. “Means I gotta build a nice prison cell for you.”

Grian‘s smile turned into a smirk, his eyebrows rising slightly. “Yeah. You really should. Might wanna invest in a better security system as well.”

Doc looked at Grian in confusion. His security system had worked pretty well in catching Grian after all. But just as he was about to voice this thought, a loud explosion shook the ground, the sound coming from the direction of the main building. He stared at Grian open mouthed for a second, as a satisfied grin spread on the other’s face.

“So… Do you wanna take care of that or do you wanna have me as your prisoner? I do think I‘d look pretty out of place in a cell.“

“Stay there. I am not done with you!“

Doc cursed under his breath and then turned around, sprinting off towards the explosion. With a loud whistle the foxes ran alongside him. A light giggle faded into the distance as he kept running and he knew that Grian wouldn‘t be there when he came back.

When he reached the site of the explosion, he saw Ren running off in the distance. So those two were working together now? Damn. He hated fighting Ren… And fighting Grian? Well that was frustrating and kind of exhilarating at the same time. Things always got exciting when Grian got involved.

Doc stood in between the flowers, smoke rising from the slightly damaged wall, a smirk slowly forming on his lips. He was really looking forward to this.

~*~

Doc awoke with a start, sitting straight up in his bed, his brow drenched in sweat. He kept having those dreams. The body pressed against his no longer some vague figure. It was weird. He just couldn‘t get Grian off his mind and he followed him into his deepest dreams.

Doc groaned, burying his head in his hands. This was so annoying. The things they had done in his dream last night... Dear Lord. It was getting worse and worse each time he and Grian interacted. Which they did quite often recently.

The things he wanted to do to Grian every time he looked at him with those sparkling blue eyes. Every time it got harder to resist, harder to hold himself back. But he had enough restraint. He wouldn’t act on these thoughts. It wasn’t like Grian ever showed any interest anyway. He was just into it for the fun and the time machine. Doc sure as hell wouldn‘t push his affections onto someone who was unwilling.

With a yawn Doc walked into the lab. Scar took one look at him and sighed, pointing to a table by the side.

“Coffee is ready. You look like shit. Did you dream of your sweet little angel boy again?”

Doc grumbled in annoyance and went in a beeline to the coffee, pouring himself a cup and immediately draining it. He would need more than a few cups of coffee to get this night‘s dreams off his mind. He also regretted telling Scar about them that one drunken night. The teasing never stopped.

“Must have been a lot of fun. I heard some rather interesting sounds coming from your room when I got up.”

Doc whipped around so fast he almost spilled his coffee all over his suit. “Sounds? What sounds? There were no sounds! I didn’t…” The way Scar was grinning at him made him glare. He had really fallen for that one.

“So I was right after all. Thanks for confirming. You should really go get him and tell him how you feel.”

Doc sighed, leaning against the table and letting his head hang, staring into the black shining surface of his coffee. “He’s not interested, Scar. Have you seen the way he looks at Impulse like a lovestruck puppy? Ever since Impulse joined all I ever hear him talk about is how amazing Impulse is and how glad he is that Impulse joined. He keeps complimenting Impulse on his redstone skills. Did he ever once stop to look at the redstone circuits I‘m building?! Do I have to challenge Impulse to a redstone competition to have him talk about me like that?”

Scar‘s smirk faded, but the look of pity he had on his face now was even worse. “Doc… You’re seeing things, mate. I told you before when you thought he was so into Ren. It wasn’t true then and it isn’t true now. I was right about Ren having the hots for Iskall… But the moment those two started dating you thought Grian was after Impulse. Why can’t you just spare us both the discussions this time and believe me when I tell you that Impulse has an enormous crush on False?”

Doc rolled his eyes a bit. Sure Scar had been right about Ren and maybe he was right about Impulse, but why would that matter. “Well I didn‘t say they were in a relationship this time. Impulse going after False doesn’t mean that Grian can‘t fall in love with him.”

Scar shook his head, throwing his hands up. “I give up. You’re too stubborn for your own good. Mope around in self pity if you want to. But I swear the next time Grian crashes our base because he wants your attention, I won‘t throw his sorry ass off our property again. You can do that all on your own. I swear the next time those sirens go off, your ass can go out there and get rid of all of those hundreds of flowers. He leaves them for you anyways!”

Doc took a deep breath. He hadn’t meant to piss off his partner, but talking about Grian had just become a really sensitive and annoying topic for him.

“Scar I’m-”

He never got to finish his apology. As if some divine being was making fun of him, the sirens started going off, red lights flashing in their laboratory. Doc prayed. As he turned at the screen on the wall he was begging the fates, that it was just a trader or maybe Ren or Impulse. Please, anything but Grian. His eyes scanned all the small tiny camera images until they landed on camera 5. Grian’s red sweater stood out glaringly among the greenery. The fates must really hate him.

“I’m going to get rid of that hippie. And no. I‘m not talking about any unnecessary feelings with him, don’t get your hopes up.”

“I bet if you two would just get it on, we’d have no more Hippies to fight.”

Doc threw Scar one more annoyed look before grabbing his trident and rushing through the halls to get outside. There were flowers all around, a huge bouquet of red tulips lying right in front of the main entrance. He didn‘t know why, but he made sure to take a big step as not to trample them, but didn’t have enough time to think about the meaning behind those flowers. Going by the surveillance Grian had been east of the facility.

Doc ran through the trees, jumping over roots and rocks. He cursed the fact that he had thought a suit was the appropriate attire for this job. Well, in his defense, he hadn’t planned to be chasing Hippies through a thick forest when all of this had started. He really should have changed his working clothes when this had begun… but there had been that one time Grian had complimented him on it and ever since that day… gosh, Doc really had it bad.

Grian’s delighted giggle seemed to bounce off all the surrounding trees, echoing through Doc’s head, taking hold of every part of his mind. This time Doc wouldn’t let him get away. This time he’d end it once and for all. No more Hippie shenanigans driving him to the brink of insanity. Maybe if he locked Grian up, he‘d get at least one night of peaceful sleep.

He saw a flash of red between the trees and let his trident fly. There was a shout and when the trident came back, a small piece of red fabric was pierced by it. So close. It was always so close. He always had Grian almost in his grasp and somehow every time Grian managed to slip past their border back to the Camp.

That’s when it hit Doc. He needed to get to the border. Quick. Grian was moving all over the place, no predictable route, but they were gradually getting closer to the border. If Doc just ran straight ahead he could get him.

Doc whistled and his foxes sprinted after Grian, while Doc himself turned a different way. Hopefully Grian would hear and see the foxes and think Doc was a bit behind them, still chasing.

Doc rushed straight to the border and grinned when he reached it. No sign of Grian. No sign of red in the forest, except for a few of the flowers that were planted everywhere around the border. Doc had given up getting rid of them around the edge of their property. They just kept popping up.

His eyes kept scanning the tree line. And then he smirked when he heard his foxes yipping in the distance, chasing Grian his way. He was really happy that they were so smart and knew what he wanted them to do with just one whistle.

Doc walked over to one of the trees, hiding behind one of the thicker ones. The rushed steps were getting closer and closer. He counted the estimated seconds down in his head. And when he hit zero he let his arm fly out, just in time to grab Grian around the waist as he ran past the tree.

Grian gave a surprised scream and fell to the floor from the sudden impact, taking Doc with him. But that didn’t matter. Doc was on top of him. There was no getting away now. He’d just need to get some cuffs on Grian and all of this would be over.

Before Grian could snap out of his confused daze, Doc grabbed his hands and pressed them above his head with both hands, putting his weight behind the grip. He would not let Grian get away this time.

“Look at what I caught. Things didn’t go as planned this time, did they? You really should have stopped coming here without backup.”

Grian finally blinked and looked at Doc, the look of confusion fading and turning into a smirk. But Doc could see the insecurity hidden beneath it. Grian smirked and smiled at him so often, he could tell the smallest differences in those expressions.

“Who says I don‘t have any backup? Who says I’m not just a distraction so Ren and Impulse can get into your facility.”

“Scar”, Doc just replied flatly “You know we have cameras. He would let me know if there was anyone else. And if there was you sure as hell wouldn’t have mentioned the possibility. You are way too predictable Grian. Fighting you has almost become boring. Just a routine now.”

The smirk fell and Grian huffed in annoyance. “Well took you long enough to catch me then if I am this predictable, agent Doc.”

Before he could stop himself, Doc let out a low growl at the way Grian said his name. Grian seemed startled, eyes widening, breath hitching. Doc only now noticed the slight flush on his face, the way he was out of breath from the running. They were so close. Doc could feel the heat of Grian’s body even through the suit. So close… Doc leaned in a bit, his body moving on its own accord.

Doc felt his own breath stop for a few seconds. The light shining through the leaves of the trees made Grian’s eyes sparkle as if they were a pair of blue gems.

Damn. ‘Self restraint’, Doc reminded himself. He needed to resist the temptation. He was too close.

Grian’s look of annoyance went away and he was staring at Doc in confusion, his lips slightly parted. Doc’s eyes kept being drawn to those lips, pink and oh so soft. He wanted to kiss them. He wanted to touch Grian, to claim him, to make sure he‘d make him his own, before Impulse got a chance.

“Doc?”

The quiet question ripped him out of his thoughts and he suddenly felt disgusted at himself and his train of thought. Grian was a human being, and here he was, thinking of him like some piece of meat. He should be ashamed.

“Sorry. I…”

Doc stopped. Grian wouldn’t know what he was apologizing for. Grian was always so oblivious to his advances. There had never been even the sliver of a chance for him, and Impulse joining the hippies had lowered them even further.

Doc moved back a bit with a sigh, almost ready to let Grian go altogether, just to get out of this awkward situation.

“Don‘t stop”, Grian said, his voice sounding soft, but commanding at the same time and Doc raised an eyebrow in confusion.

“I am not supposed to stop arresting you…? Did I hit your head a bit too hard?”, he tried to joke, almost desperate to return to their usual mood, but Grian didn’t seem up for the bickering and just shook his head.

“Kiss me.”

Those two small words… Doc swore those simple words shut down his brain completely. It seemed like it took forever for those words to process and only when Grian let out one of his small giggles, he snapped out of it.

“Come on, Agent. I know you wanna do it. I’ve noticed the way you always look at me. Don’t tell me you are too scared of a kiss.”

Doc growled, but a small smile crept onto his face as he moved down again.

“You wish.”

Doc moved down, only stopping a breath away from Grian’s lips, hesitating for a split second before pressing their lips together. He had never imagined their first kiss to be so soft. He let one of his hands wander from Grian’s wrist down his side and in return Grian took a hold of his cheek, gently pulling him in more, leaning up a bit into the touch.

Doc took hold of one of Grian’s legs, pulling it up a bit and leaning into the other’s body even more. He needed this. He needed to feel Grian. He needed to feel the heat to know that it was real, that it was not just another one of his dreams.

After what felt like an eternity, Doc finally moved back, opening his eyes to look at Grian, whose eyes were still closed, blushing, lips shining wet and slightly red. And the knowledge that it had been Doc who had put him into this state, made him feel so warm inside.

When he didn’t resume the kissing within a few seconds, Grian let out a needy whine, opening his eyes, looking back at Doc. He smiled softly, but didn‘t say anything, slipping his other hand out of Doc’s weak grasp and putting it on the back of Doc’s head to pull him into another kiss, this one less soft and more passionate.

They broke apart again, when one of Doc‘s foxes made a little noise. Doc turned in its direction, noticing the way the animal looked up into the tree. Doc followed his gaze and stopped when he looked straight into the lense of one of their cameras. Fuck. Scar. He was never going to live this one down.

“You do know Scar is probably watching us right now?”

Grian giggled.

“Nope. I didn‘t know that. But if that‘s the case… Let‘s give him a real show.”

And before Doc could say another word, Grian’s lips were pressed against his once more, their bodies so close together, that Doc felt as if not even a sheet of paper could fit in between them anymore. It was nothing like he had imagined this confrontation ending, but he sure as hell wouldn‘t complain.

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juliandev0rak · 3 years

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Into The Wild

Chapter 2: Larkspur

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Willa’s first week at Camp Vesuvia passes in a blur, with new campers arriving every day from all over the country there’s hardly a chance to catch her breath.

The days rush by with routine activities, but Willa finds that she loves waking with the sun and all of the hustle and bustle of camp life. From the moment she wakes up, there are a million things to do. First thing in the morning she reports to the kitchen to help set up for breakfast, then she rushes over to the arts and crafts cabin to set up for daily activities. By the time she’s returned, breakfast is nearly over and she has about five minutes to scarf down some food before rushing back to do activities for the first round of campers.

The arts and crafts cabin is where Willa spends most of her day. She’s been trying to find an art teaching job for years, working a variety of part time jobs as a barista in the mean time. Camp Vesuvia is a dream come true, she gets to do art all day and she’s finally doing something she cares about.

Though her day consists of more “Don’t put that popsicle stick up your nose!” and “Don’t eat the paint!” than she’d imagined, she’s begun to love the campers who visit her frequently. A small group of campers come for her art activities every day and she’s started to befriend a few of them. One camper even painted a portrait of her, she has it hung up on her bedroom wall and it makes her smile every time she sees it.

Willa’s favorite activity to teach is landscape painting. She takes the campers outside by the lake or in the fields where wildflowers grow, and tells them to paint what they see. With only washable non-toxic paints the kids have surprised her with their talent to capture the beautiful scenes of the nature around them.

She walks through the groups of campers as they paint, offering encouragement or advice, a bit of darker green there as a shadow, an extra flower petal added for symmetry, and watches as the kids bloom into artists before her very eyes. Even the ones who say they “can’t do art” manage to have fun, and that’s what art is if you ask Willa— having fun.

One afternoon as Willa is cleaning up a paint spill, someone taps her on the shoulder. She turns to find one of the girls who comes back to the art cabin every day looking at her. The girl is a returner, a camper who comes back to Camp Vesuvia every year.

“This is for you,” the girl says, holding out a small sparkly piece of paper. Willa takes it from her, surprised to find a pink smiley face sticker similar to the one she’d seen on Asra’s name tag. “We only give these to the counselors we really like,” the girl whispers, giving Willa a shy smile. Willa accepts the smiley face sticker as a badge of honor and sticks it proudly to her name tag. She really is fitting in here.

After dinner there's always a campfire and s’mores, which is arguably Willa’s favorite part about camp. As the sun sets, the stars come out and the world begins to feel more magical. She hadn't realized how much she missed the stars while she was living in the city. Her childhood had been full of nights like this, huddled around a campfire with her siblings and staring up at the sky.

As a counselor, it’s her job to make sure the campers stay a safe distance from the fire and to help the kitchen staff pass out marshmallows. When she’s done, she usually sits next to Asra and listens to him joke with the campers as she eats toasted marshmallows, most of which she accidentally burns. As she spends nights talking and laughing and handing out napkins to chocolate covered campers, Willa begins to realize that the empty, searching feeling she’s had for years might finally be going away.

In the middle of the campfire one evening, Portia calls her name to get her attention, beckoning her over to the kitchen. “Willa, can you take this garbage to the dumpster for me? It’s just through those trees over there.”

“Sure thing, I’m on it.” Willa accepts the heavy trash bag with a smile, hefting it over her shoulder.

The sounds of the campers and the light of the fire fades behind her as she heads towards the treeline. The sun has nearly set and it’s much darker in the woods, Willa realizes that she probably should’ve brought a flashlight. It takes her a minute to find the dumpster, and when she does she sets the garbage bag down and struggles with the anti-bear latch on the top.

“Stupid—latch—why won’t you open,” she mutters, resiting the urge to curse at it in case any campers are within hearing range.

A shuffling noise startles her and Willa whirls around to see a black bear cub pawing at the garbage bag she’d set down. She stifles a gasp and takes a step backwards, trying to remember how you’re supposed to handle bears. Is she meant to keep quiet and sneak away, or should she be loud to scare it off? This is only a cub, but no doubt its mother is nearby.

An even louder noise from her left draws her attention and Willa holds her breath, praying that a giant, mother bear isn’t about to emerge. A figure approaches through the trees and in the dim lighting she can’t make out what it is. She takes another step back, preparing to run back to camp if she has to. Whatever is approaching seems to be making a strange noise, it almost sounds like two sticks being hit together and Willa turns towards the trees to hear it better.

The first figure to emerge is a large wolf and Willa yelps as she takes yet another step back. First a bear and now a wolf? Luckily, the wolf looks calm enough, it takes a step towards her in interest but doesn’t seem immediately intent on eating her. The strange noise continues as the other figure steps out and Willa exhales in relief when she sees that it’s just the park ranger, Muriel.

He doesn’t look at her as he approaches the bear cub, and as Willa had thought, he's hitting two sticks together. The loud noise catches the bear’s attention and it scampers off, back into the woods in the direction Muriel had come from. As soon as the bear disappears, he wheels around to face her.

“What were you thinking? Why did you just stand there?” he asks, his voice gruff.

“I was trying to remember what you’re supposed to do if you see a bear!” Willa folds her arms defensively and meets his eyes, determined not to be the first to look away. Muriel returns her stare for a moment, then sighs and throws the sticks on the ground.

The wolf moves forward to sniff her hand and Willa lets it, not afraid now that she knows the animal means no harm. The wolf begins to lick her and Willa laughs, taken aback by its friendly behavior. “Well aren’t you just the cutest! I’ve never met a wolf before!”

“Inanna, come here,” Muriel calls, and the wolf gives her one more lick on the hand before trotting back over to his side.

“Is she yours?” Willa asks, trying to be subtle as she wipes wolf slobber onto her jeans.

“She’s a wolf, she’s not mine,” he clarifies, giving Inanna a pat between the ears.

“Thanks for your help! Nadia said there have been bear sightings in the area, I just didn’t think I’d actually see one.”

Muriel doesn’t reply and instead picks up the garbage bag to toss it into the dumpster. It takes him mere seconds to get the anti-bear latch open and Willa laughs, drawing his attention back to her.

“You made that look easy, I guess those latches are Willa-proof too!” Willa jokes. Muriel looks at her a bit blankly, the joke missing it’s mark, and she coughs awkwardly to fill the silence.

“If you see a bear again don’t freeze like that, make a lot of noise to scare it off.” His eyes are glued to the trees as he talks, and Willa notices that he’s got his hands shoved into his pockets as if he’s cold. It is rather chilly at night, Willa is wearing a jacket and a knitted scarf and still feels the cold. She decides she wants to knit something for him, it’s the least she can do after he’d saved her from a bear.

Willa takes a step closer and bends down to pet Inanna. The wolf nearly knocks Willa over in her excitement to get her ears scratched and Willa laughs as she takes a seat on the ground. Innana lays down next to her, tail wagging. Muriel looks startled at Willa’s closer proximity but doesn’t move away.

“You should keep your distance.”

“From you or from the wildlife?” Willa asks, looking up at him with a grin.

“Both.”

Willa gives Inanna one last pat and stands back up. She glances up at Muriel and turns her head to the side as she looks him up and down. “Hmm, you don’t look very dangerous to me. In fact, I’d say you look pretty nice.”

Muriel’s expression is startled, and she’s pretty sure he’s blushing under her scrutiny. “Nice?” “Yes, nice! You have a friendly face,” Willa says, resisting the urge to poke his cheek with her finger to punctuate her point. She doesn’t think he’d take well to spontaneous physical gestures.

“I don’t think anyone has ever said that about me before.” Muriel shakes his head in disbelief, his tone somewhere between confusion and surprise.

“Well it��s true.”

“You’re weird.”

“Thank you,” Willa laughs, the sound turning into a snort, “I’ll take that as a compliment.” “Yes, definitely weird,” he mutters, shaking his head again, “But you have a… friendly face… too. I guess.” “Thank you,” Willa beams at the compliment.

Muriel moves his hand out of his pocket and pulls a flashlight out. “You should get back, it’s not safe out here.”

“I can take care of myself,” Willa grumbles, she hates to be underestimated.

“I never said you couldn’t, it’s not safe for anyone to be out alone at night.” Muriel holds the flashlight out to her, “Here, take this with you. So you don’t trip or anything.”

“Are you sure you don’t need it?” She takes the flashlight from him, and his hand dissapears back into his pocket the moment she’s taken it.

“I know my way back.”

“Alrighty then, I guess I’ll be going.” Willa takes a step to the left towards where she thinks the camp is. She turns over her shoulder to smile at Muriel, “Thanks again for the whole saving me from a bear thing.”

Muriel simply nods and watches her start to walk away. “You’re going the wrong way,” he calls. She looks up at him in surprise and he points off to the right, the correct direction. He almost looks like he’s amused, but Willa decides that’s probably a trick of the light.

“Right, of course. I totally knew that,” she blushes, thankful for the darkness of the woods. She turns the flashlight on and walks to the right, giving Muriel one last glance as she passes. “You know you can join us if you want, at the campfire I mean. I’ve heard you’re good at roasting marshmallows.”

“No.” Muriel frowns at her and her smile drops.

“Maybe another time then?” she suggests, not sure why she’s so disappointed at his answer.

“Maybe.”

“Goodnight, Muriel.” She gives him a little wave with her free hand and begins the walk back to camp, hoping nobody has noticed her disappearance.

Muriel remains silent as he watches her walk back to camp. When he’s sure she’s on the right path he heads back into the woods with Inanna at his side.

“Goodnight, Willa,” he says, though she’s too far away to hear him.

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#chapter 2!!!#i am currently driving through the middle of nowhere praying to the tumblr gods that this will post sdfskdj #my google search history after this chapter: how to scare away bears #pretty sure muriel's advice is accurate but don't hold me responsible if you meet an angry bear lol #willa wednesday #willa clary #apprentice willa #milla #muriel the arcana

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Housamo AU: Bloody Resolve

Title: Preparation For War

Honestly I really like the AU I made and kinda wanted to do more. So I wrote like a quick story. I might do more and threw some sketches here and there.

So I hope you’ll enjoy this.

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Everything right now seem to be a bit neutral. Nothing big is happening yet, but there are some trouble in other part in Tokyo yet not bad enough to cause a huge problem. It not peaceful either, maybe in others people eyes but it not true peace if some people are suffering.

To you, Tokyo is heading to chaos and soon will change into peace. Your plan to change the world, destroy worlds, revenge and becoming something that change everything and everyone. Yet you taking it slow. You don’t like rushing into things so you become patient, but the more you wait the more irritated you get. But of course patient is key, so taking your plan slowly and making the best decisions will help.

You was ready for step one of your plan. The first step is getting all of your built anger out of you. Your first target was a certain guild that involved a guild with an army of angels, Aoyama Missionaries. One of the largest guild in Tokyo. Honestly you couldn’t stand the angels in there. Even now they judges others and look down on many. Treated many differently because of their “sins” and acting like they the cleanness beings in this place.

Welp, whatever. Soon the guild will be nothing but ash when you done with it. Just thinking of taking down so many angels, you can’t help but get excited. Which is why you already started to make moves, by kidnapping a certain lion that they look up to so much. The lion was chained up, a chain so strong not even the most strongest of gods can get out of.

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Arsalan: ....

MC: Hey Hey~ Lion man, it time to wake up!

Arsalan: Hm? Oh, is it dinner already? I was just starting to get hungry.

MC: Don’t worried I got a couple of meals here just for you.

Oniwaka: I still can’t believe how easy it was to capture this guy.

MC: Well it Arsalan, he mostly let himself get captured if it mean getting out of work.

Arsalan: it seem you know quite a bit of me. Did I became famous?

MC: Hmm, you can say that.

Nyarlathotep: One order of kidnapped princess have arrive!

Nyarlathotep appears suddenly, open the gates and toss Gabriel into the cell.

Gabriel: Ugh...

Arsalan: Oh, Gabriel. You were captured, too?

Gabriel: Lord Arsalan... Where am I?

Arsalan: Don’t talk. Just rest for now. I am here. Say, one... I don’t find it admirable at all for you to treat a girl in such a rough manner.

MC: It find it fine. It only going to get rough for you all later anyway. So what the situation at the guild?

Nyarlathotep: It going as you said, baby. The band of Mr. Carters will soon come along and save these two.

MC: And the angels?

Nyarlathotep: Nearby defending the place from the other guild.

MC: Figure as much, oh well. I can deal with the other guild later. My main target is the Aoyama Missionaries. Let’s go Oniwaka, I wanted to make sure we gather enough people for the next step.

Arsalan: Young cub...What are you after...? Can’t you at least me that much?

MC: hmmm, nope! You all going to figure out later anyways so you can wait bit. But what I can say, a couple people in your guild are going to died today. One of them is in this room right now.

Arsalan: ...

MC: Well, if that all then We’ll be on our way.

Hati: W-Wait! You wasn’t seriously right? You saying someone here is going to die? Do you mean...

MC: ...

MC didn’t a word. They just had their usual smile and started walking.

Hati: Wait!

Before he can chase them Oniwaka raise his weapon his point it at Hati’s neck.

Oniwaka: Hold it, remember. You have a job to do. If you want to keep that girl safe then you better stay here and do what you suppose to do.

Hati: ....

Oniwaka put down his weapon and follow his master. Leaving them all in silence, but not too long.

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Oniwaka: Yo master-

MC: C’mon I thought I told you to stop calling me master. It just honestly feel weird.

Oniwaka: Right, MC. Are you sure you wanted to go through with this?

MC: Of course I’m am. Why the sudden question?

Oniwaka: It just, I don’t remember in any past loops where you wanted to spill blood so much.

MC: Well, if I didn’t recover my memories then I wouldn’t be doing this. But after recovering those memories and finding what happen to my world and what I been dragged into, I can’t help it. There voices in my heads, all the people who life disappear right in front of my eyes. There cry scream loudly in my head and it torture me, so much. I soon grew hateful to the angels, Eden and many who causes me so much pain that destroying everything and regaining what I lost are the only thing that can calm me.

Oniwaka: ...

MC: Oniwaka, let me ask you a question. Will you stay by my side? Will you follow me even if we heading straight to hell?

Oniwaka, ...of course. You’re my master, you save me before and I decided to become your shield. I won’t let you died and I’ll work hard for you to make your plan, your dream come true.

MC: Thanks Oniwaka.

Oniwaka: Heh, no problem. Now let go gather up those people. they ain’t strong so it is really ok?

MC: Yeah, they’ll do for now. They have so much hate toward the guild, so it will consume them and they’ll charge toward them without fear.

Oniwaka: Surprise you didn’t use them yet. They probably end the fight quicker.

MC: They were created to fight the representatives, can’t have anyone finding anything about them yet. Now, I actually need to pick up someone for help. Gather all of the guy near here and when I get back. The angels, guildmaster and their friends should all be outside of the grave.

MC: That is when the war will soon start...

#housamo #tokyo afterschool summoners #Housamo AU #Bloody Resolve

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queenof-literature · 4 years

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A Sick Wild Child - Chapter 6

Hi all! Here's chapter 6 of A Sick Wild Child! Thank you so much for all the support of my first ever story. I don't know how many chapters there will be, but I'm having a lot of fun with it! (I finally get access to a computer again tomorrow hopefully, so my Tumblr posts will stop looking so weird!) Warning: Vomiting in this chapter.

The entire camp was almost packed up within twenty minutes. Considering they had been here longer than usual, Time was impressed. It only became more obvious how worried they were for Wild. While impressive, it unfortunately gave Wild very little time to rest his chest before they had to move him. Time glanced over at Wind, who had taken to braiding Wild’s hair in some places to pass time and sooth him. Even from where he was helping Twilight pack Epona, Time could see the stutters of Wild’s chest. The cub was in a lot of pain, and his brothers could do almost nothing to alleviate it.

“Time?” Wind called out hesitantly once he noticed him looking over that way. Twilight and Time both trekked over to their two youngest. “He’s mumbling again and slurring his words and it’s making his breathing worse.” Wind stated with an uncharacteristic grim look upon his young features. Time and Twilight had to kneel down to hear it, but once again Wild was murmuring apologies to all of them. Hylia, just what was Wild dreaming about?

“Hey, Cub, wake for me please?” Twilight said softly as he rubbed a gentle hand on Wild’s chest to try and sooth the pain. At the contact, Wild’s eyes shot open as he tried to jump to his feet. He barely even got his shoulders off the ground before he became nauseous and his stomach began to spasm from the quick movement. Time reacted quickly and rolled him to the side and held him up slightly. Just this little movement caused absolute fire to race up Wild’s sides, but any sound he would have made were interrupted by his stomach beginning to dry heave.

Time held onto Wild as he threw up nothing but bile and spit onto the ground beneath him, tears coming steady from his eyes in agony, his chest caught in an endless mix of dry heaving, coughs, and choked sobs. Time sighed. Even while sick, Wild was holding back and trying to act strong.

“Let it out, Cub it’s alright. Happens to the best of us.” Time whispered in his ear while Twilight rubbed his back and Wind ran his hands through his hair. What the rest of the group called Time’s “Dad Instincts” were going insane. Is this what having children felt like? Wanting to take all their pain away, even taking it upon himself if necessary? Wanting to shove all these boys away where the world could never hurt them? But also being proud when they looked the world in the face and bit back? Is that what it is? It was a scary feeling, but not one Time would trade away. He loved all these boys, and one of the youngest was suffering, something Time wouldn’t stand for. Finally, Wild’s heaves calmed down.

“There you go, buddy. You’re okay.” Time soothed as he laid Wild on his back once more away from the bile. Wild was muttering random words and apologies in between deep gasps for air, many of which made their hearts clench. Wild still seemed trapped in delusions none of them could pull him out of.

“Time we can’t move him like this.” Twilight stated worriedly.

“We don’t have a choice, Pup.” Time uttered. “More monsters will follow the last ones and we’re vulnerable here. We didn’t choose the most ideal camping spot. Even if we get some distance between us and here, that’s better than nothing.” Time felt eyes on his back. Looking up towards camp he saw all the boys packed and ready to go, concern clear as day in their faces. Even Legend was struggling to keep his face neutral.

“But what if we run into a monster? Or for that matter, a Guardian? Whoever is carrying him can’t just toss him down and fight! Hyrule said that his ribs are fragile now, what happens if he gets hurt again?” Twilight raised some very good points. Time knew he wasn’t being stubborn and he wasn’t trying to question Time, he was just worried for his cub.

“I know Twilight.” Time sighed. “There’s not a perfect solution here, But you know we’ll all step forward to protect Wild if that happens. But we can’t stay here.” Time wrapped an arm around his protege.

“I know, Time. I’m sorry. I just don’t want him to get hurt again.” Twilight leaned into his embrace.

“None of us do, Pup. We’ll figure it out.” Time comforted. Twilight nodded, looking slightly less troubled. Time squeezed his shoulder and and pulled away, turning to address the rest of the boys. “Are you all ready to head out?” Time called, receiving words of affirmation. Time nodded and beat Twilight into reaching for Wild. “Oldest to youngest remember.” Time teased when Twilight turned a small glare his way.

Time thought for a moment about the best way to go about this. An over the shoulder carry was absolutely out of the question, and really so was carrying Wild on his back. That would put a lot of unnecessary pressure on Wild’s chest that it couldn’t really handle at the moment, so he settled for a bridal carry. If Wild were awake and coherent, he would have fought tooth and nail against this, but it was the best option they had. Time reached down to pick Wild up, only to be met with foggy blue eyes.

“Hey kiddo, I need to pick you up. It’s gonna hurt a little bit but it’ll be over soon okay?” Time placed a hand on Wild’s cheek to get the kid to look at him.

“Wh-” Wild was interrupted by his lungs spasming as his ribs screamed in protest.

“Shh. Don’t talk, just focus on breathing.” Time soothed. He gently put his arms under Wild’s knees and shoulders, before standing up as steady as possible. The muffled scream Wild let out hurt Time more than anything so far. It was his decision that put that scream in Wild’s throat. Twilight might be right, but Time had given his orders. Now he just had to hope they were the right ones. Wild’s breaths once again grew shallow and erratic, shaking hands slowly lifting to bunch into Time’s tunic to ground himself. “It’s alright.” Time pressed his forehead against Wild’s. He didn’t understand why the boys jokingly referred to him as the group’s father. He was so awkward in comforting these kids it was just plain sad. Thankfully, Wild’s breathing evened out enough to move him further. Carrying someone bridal style was more difficult than on one’s back, but Time could handle it fine. He would have to pass him to Twilight at some point during the journey though, or the pup would pitch a fit.

“Alright, let’s head out.” Time announced. Time started walking passed Epona in the direction they had chosen. Epona huffed and sniffed Wild’s hair once Time got closer, clearly expecting the injured hero to be put upon her back with Twilight, even with the load she was already carrying. Time smiled. Just like his Epona. “No girl, I’m carrying him for now. He’s not well enough to ride.” Time nuzzled his head slightly into Epona’s mane since he had no free hands. Epona huffed again and continued sniffing Wild’s hair. Looking down, Time noticed a tiny smile on Wild’s troubled face, hands twitching slightly like they wanted to reach out and sooth her. It seemed even while unconcious Wild tried to ‘spoil her rotten’ according to Twilight.

The group decided to move upwind in order to be tracked by less monsters. They had absolutely no idea where they were in Wild’s Hyrule, and he wasn’t coherent enough to ask. It couldn’t be anywhere near the middle, they didn’t see Hyrule Castle, but there also weren’t any large landmarks like a lot of mountains or the trees in the place Wild had called Akkala. Wild’s Hyrule was massive, and they had no idea if there was a stable anywhere near here and none of them could work the slate properly to check. Overall, it was a mess.

Four looked at Wild in Time’s arms and winced slightly at the four loud voices within his mind at that moment. Vio hadn’t stopped making suggestions about how to help the boy, suggestions they had already tried. Blue was yelling for the murder of all Moblins. Red was voicing his concerns whenever Wild expressed any pain at all. And Green was trying to calm all of them down while also yelling at Four to do something whenever Wild whimpered slurred out apologies. Four appreciated them trying to help, but dear Hylia they were going to give him a headache! He looked again at Wild and sighed quietly. Even after Hyrule’s words, he still blamed himself slightly that he didn’t notice Wild’s wound sooner. He knew it was silly, Blue told him that, but it still wouldn’t leave his head. He was known for being observant, but he didn’t see this coming. Blue, Vio, Red and Green were right though. He couldn’t do anything about it before, but he could help now.

Legend was pissed. They were lost, they were antsy, and Wild was hurt. Time was carrying Wild in the center of the group, the other seven forming around them in case a monster popped out of the trees. As stupid as it was, Legend wanted to be the one carrying Wild, he wanted psysical proof that he was there and still breathing, not like Marin… but no. Twilight had to come up with the stupid rule that it was oldest to youngest, and he wasn’t old like Time or freakishly strong like Twilight. Legend sighed and looked at Wild again, then turned to see Hyrule’s dumb smirking face. ‘You’re soft’ the look screamed, and Legend wanted to hit him.

“My turn Old Man.” Twilight smirked. They had been traveling for around an hour now, which Twilight deemed enough to take his turn. Time rolled his eye at his proteges’ overprotective tendencies.

“I’m fine for a bit longer, Pup.” Time sighed.

“Whatever Old Man, you keep carrying him and your back is gonna go out. Let the freakishly strong one carry him.” Legend sassed. Twilight sent him a look that was a mixture of insulted and grateful. Legend wasn’t completely kidding. Time shouldn’t be forced to carry Wild the entire way if they had other options.

“Fine. We’ll take a small break here and continue shortly.” Time stated, making his way off the beaten path the heroes had found themselves on. In Wild’s Hyrule, paths didn’t ward off monsters completely, but they were less likely to show up than in the middle of the woods. The group sat slightly off the path in the shade of the trees above. While they took a breather, Time tried to transfer Wild into Twilight’s arms. The boy simply whined and burrowed into Time. Sky laughed lightly. Sky knew that Wild used to be intimidated by Time, and probably still was. If he could see himself he would be mortified. That thought made Sky frown slightly. Wild had no reason to be embarrassed for seeking basic human comfort after so many years alone. Sky had been trying to teach him that, and he was improving at least.

“Damn, Cub. I’m offended you would choose Time over me. Your own mentor!” Twilight stated dramatically, causing the other Links to laugh. Wild seemed to relax his hold on Time when he heard Twilight’s voice, allowing Time to gently transfer Wild into the younger’s arms as Wild groaned and winced. He did better than expected on the journey, only gasping a couple of times when the road got a little bumpy. Time assumed it was out of pure exhaustion he didn’t react much on the road, but he’d take anything right now.

“Alright. Let’s get going again.” Time commanded. The others rose and gathered around Twilight this time, each of them looking for a place to camp along the way. Another hour later and Wild seemed to be getting slightly restless in Twilight’s arms, as much as he could without being able to move around. His hands were clenching and unclenching Twilight’s tunic and he was reacting more often to smaller bumps on the road. Hopefully they would find a place soon so Wild could lay down.

“What about there?” Hyrule called, pointing to a small rock wall with an overhang, surrounded by trees. Time mulled it over. They had moved relatively far, even in Wild’s massive Hyrule. And the overhang provided shelter they didn’t have before and a side that wouldn’t need to be watched as much tonight.

“That seems like it’ll work. Nice one Hyrule.” Time saw Hyrule’s eyes light up at the praise. Wild and Hyrule were similar in that way. Both wary of opening up, but beaming under praise and gentle touches. Most likely because they had been the loneliest, Time thought sadly.

The group meandered over there, excited to finally be at their destination, but not wanting to leave Wild unguarded. Once they got closer, they could hear a small amount of water, causing the group to relax even more. Now Twilight wouldn’t need to go hunting for water for Epona and they could stock up some bottles for the next few days. Four grabbed Wild’s bedroll off of Epona as soon as they stopped, giving her a small pat as he passed which she seemed to appreciate. Four carefully laid Wild’s bedroll near the back of the overhang, not enough for it to radiate cold off the hard stone, but also far enough away from the fire for the fever he was still sporting.

Twilight brought Wild over and carefully laid him down. Once he moved away though, Wild freaked out. “T-Tw-” Wild’s words bubbled in his throat before dying off in a loud wheeze.

“Put your pelt over him again.” Four suggested. Twilight rushed to unhook it and placed it over his cub. Wild calmed down slightly, and Four internally thanked Green for the idea.

“Who knew you’d get so clingy when sick.” Twilight chuckled while soothing some of Wild’s stubborn tufts of hair sticking up. There was no malice in his words however. It felt nice to be needed. Besides, Wild could probably shoot Twilight through the leg with an ice arrow and he would look into those damn bright blue eyes and forgive him instantly. Not that there was anything to forgive him for at the moment. Wild was never the burden he thought he was, and never would be.

“You want some more salve?” Legend called from where he was helping unpack Epona.

“Nah, it’s not awful right now. We’ll save it.” Twilight called back. Legend simply nodded and went back to work. Twilight looked at Time, one of their silent conversations passing between them. ‘You need help?’ Twilight’s expression asked. ‘No. Stay with your cub.’ Twilight nodded and looked back down at Wild. Stay with his cub he would.

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Linktober: Graveyard

Here’s the start of Nocturne of Shadows week!

AO3 link: https://archiveofourown.org/works/26749021/chapters/65839948

Summary: A few Links have something in common, and wonder why that is.

Warnings: Mentions of death but nothing too graphic

Day 7: Graveyard

It was cold and rainy when the Links arrived in Legend’s Hyrule. It was good that they ended up so close to the castle, because a majority of them were unsure if they could go another half - day’s trip to the nearest inn with how exhausted they were. As soon as the castle guards caught sight of their resident hero, the group was immediately led inside with open arms and welcoming smiles, and had no qualms about bringing the Links to this Hyrule’s Zelda.

A full - course meal was a nice surprise for them. After they had gotten the chance to check in with the princess, the staff had eagerly ushered them into the royal dining room where every food known to man stood freshly prepared on the table, the warmth radiating from the meals almost palpable in the air. The afternoon was spent with light banter and hums of satisfaction as the heroes easily chatted with each other, enjoying the taste of real food and simply being grateful that they didn’t have to spend another night sleeping in a monster - infested forest. Soon late noon had turned into early evening, and the heroes took to doing whatever they wanted to do: from writing letters to reading books to whittling to sleeping, all the Links were busy doing something.

“Hey, you see that?”

Twilight stopped in his tracks and directed curious eyes towards Wild’s direction, following the latter’s gaze to where a castle window stood. He squinted past the clear panes to get a better look at what his protege was so interested in, and finally drew his brows together when he caught sight of a lone figure sitting in the heavy rain.

He leaned forward as he noted, “ Red tunic, blond hair … that’s Legend, isn’t it? What’s he doing out there?”

The clack of heels didn’t become evident until they were just a few steps away from the two heroes, and both of them turned just in time to catch Fable, Legend’s Zelda, looking through the window alongside them.

She scrunched up her eyes as she searched around outside, and when she finally found the person of interest, her lips pressed into a thin line.

“It’s that day already, huh,” She murmured as she drew back. “ Felt like it’d only been yesterday since he last did this.”

The two others were quiet for a second, before Twilight hesitantly spoke up.

“If you don’t mind me asking, Princess, but I’d like to know why Link is outside on a day like this.”

“That’s none of your concern, now is it?”

The both of them were taken aback by the sharp words, but her tone held no bite. She appeared solemn and serious, not a single bit of her boisterous and mischievous personality to be found.

She soon continued her steady pace down the halls again, eyes trained carefully ahead as if the harsh rain outside did nothing to faze her; but before she was able to round the corner, she paused and quietly said,

“Link is at the Royal Graveyard, mourning someone he had lost two years ago.”

Her words were weighty, and they were enough to make Twilight and Wild feel like a wave had crashed down on them. They were at a loss for words, and neither of them made any move to pry more information from the princess or even bother to stop her from disappearing from view; the two simply stood there in stunned silence, acutely aware of the little rain droplets that dribbled down the window.

It was Wild who finally broke the silence when he said, “ I’m gonna go talk to him.”

“Wait, seriously? Don’t you think he could use a little alone time? He’s usually really keen about settling things on his own, especially when it comes to people.”

“I know that but I...” The Hero of Wilds bit his lip for a moment as he glanced between his mentor and the window. “ … but I just have a feeling. Listen, I’ll hang out there for a sec, and if he really wants to be left alone, then I’ll leave, okay? Promise.”

Twilight opened his mouth to say something but thought better of it. If there was anyone that could deal with mourning and loss in the group, it was Wild, and if his instincts told him to go to Legend, Twilight wouldn’t even second - guess it. He held his breath as he watched his protege’s retreating form, hoping with all his heart that his cub was right on this one.

It didn’t take long for Wild to find the graveyard - just a left, a right, another quick left, down the stairs and he was there, the rain’s cold chill already beginning to settle in his bones. He carefully made his way through the neatly lined graves, and didn’t stop until he found Legend silently kneeling in front of a particular stone.

The Hero of Legend looked worse for wear: his blond hair was pasted haphazardly to his face and neck, and his red tunic was soaked with the rain from above and the mud from below. He looked weary from where he stood, and his shoulders were hunched forward as if the weight of the world were pressing down on them, forcing him back to the ground whenever he had an inkling of hope that he might be able to stand up and walk away.

This was a different Legend, Wild frowned, not the gruff and testy teen they all knew and loved, but rather a young boy who had seen one too many destroyed towns, fought one too many battles, and saw one too many people die because of him. The Hero of Wilds felt his heart break at the sight.

“Go away.”

That was Legend’s voice, but his tone was low and raspy, holding none of its usual fire. Despite the other’s command, the champion tightened the grip on his cloak and took a step forward.

“Legend, you shouldn’t be alone here.”

“I want to.”

“You say that but you don’t mean it.”

“I do.”

“Look, I know what you’re going thro -”

“Hylia, Wild, just take the hint and leave!”

The outburst was enough to shut Wild up, and prevented him from taking another step. He stood quietly as he watched Legend’s head dip lower, and he had to strain his hearing in order to hear the other murmur out,

“Please, just leave.”

He could’ve sworn that it started to rain harder, like Hylia herself was crying for Legend’s loss. The graveyard became enveloped in a misty fog, and any semblance of the evening moon was covered up by gray clouds that refused to leave. The Hero of Wilds stood still for a few seconds before eventually settling himself on the muddy ground, just a row away from where Legend’s loved one resided. With a steadying breath, he began,

“I used to have a lot of friends and family, y’know. According to Zelda, I used to be one of the most loved soldiers in all of Hyrule, and the pride and joy of my family. I lived with my mom and dad and sister in a little house in Hateno, and the people there told me that I used to spend the whole day playing with the village kids until the sun setted. My dad was a knight, and the whole reason I was even discovered to be Hylia’s Chosen was because one of the visiting soldiers saw that I could wield a sword at the age of five. It’s kinda weird, right? Having a bunch of old guys watch a little kid wave a sword around.”

Wild looked up to see if his attempt at humor had worked, but Legend remained as still and silent as before.

“And Zelda said I was thrown into the army by the next night. She said she remembered me following my dad around like a lost puppy, and I barely talked to anyone, even when they were asking questions directly to me. I made friends with Mipha and Daruk really quick, and then Zelda and Urbosa and Revali; I wouldn’t talk to them no matter what, but Zelda said Daruk and Revali were doing most of the talking anyway, so it didn’t really matter. I would spend the whole day training instead of playing, and she said I almost never went home because Rhoam forced me to stay so I could protect the castle and the royal family. My dad went home to my mom and sister, and Mipha, Daruk, Urbosa, and Revali all went home to their families, and I was the only one left.”

“I was alone, and Zelda started to hate me because of how annoying I was. Soon everyone started to hate me because of how much Rhoam loved me, and I couldn’t do a single thing about it. I was told that since I was a hero chosen by the Goddess, I had to do whatever the kingdom wanted me to do, and whatever I thought didn’t matter; it was always protect Zelda and do whatever the king asked. I missed out on a lot: my childhood, my friends, my family, all because I was supposed to be some legendary hero.” He choked out a watery laugh. “ Now I can’t even remember any of that: I can’t remember my mom’s or my dad’s or my sister’s faces, I can’t remember how the soldiers used to treat me before they started to hate me, I can’t remember the places Mipha, Daruk, Urbosa, Revali, and Zelda used to take me - I can’t remember anything. I’m just some former champion that was nearly killed by the Calamity 100 years ago, and I have feelings that I can’t explain the reason of.”

Wild’s throat grew tight with emotion, and he did his best not to let the sobs wrack his body. A small part of his brain reminded him that no, he shouldn’t be throwing himself a pity party, he should be comforting Legend, but he couldn’t help it. It was all so unfair: all the other Links could remember their friends and family even if they were long gone but Wild was the only one who couldn’t; all he could remember were fragments of his time under Rhoam and whatever his Zelda told him to be true. He was a blank and empty slate that could barely remember his friends and family but still held a myriad of emotions towards them.

He wondered if he should just go on in life pretending that the last 117 years didn’t happen - that all the good and bad memories he had of his friends and families were all due to vivid fever dreams.

“My uncle died two years ago.”

The champion was caught off guard when Legend finally spoke, and although the former was barely holding it together, he did his best to listen to the other’s soft words.

“It was when I was on another adventure. I came back to the castle as soon as I was back in Hyrule, and the moment I stepped inside, I saw Zelda waiting there with my uncle’s sword and shield. She didn’t need to say a thing; by the way she looked at me, I knew what was up: my uncle was dead, stabbed by an Armos when he least expected it. She told me the death was quick, and that the soldiers travelling along with him made sure he died as comfortably as possible. They said his last words were ‘tell Link I’m proud of him’, but I don’t know if that’s what he actually said; maybe the soldiers were just trying to make me feel better.”

“I was locked up in my house for days, and no matter how many times the castle’s soldiers tried to break down my door and threaten me, I wouldn’t leave. I was depressed, and I didn’t want anything to do with Hyrule anymore. He was everything to me: he took me in when my parents were trapped in the Dark World, he taught me how to fight and wield a sword, and he gave me all the unconditional love I could ever ask for.” He tilted his head up to the sky, and Wild wasn’t sure if it was rain or tears falling from his face. “ I wonder if things would’ve changed if I was back home instead of out there adventuring - if I just became a regular soldier at Hyrule Castle instead of being a Goddess - forsaken hero.”

His frame was shaking, but his voice stayed strong and firm. “ I miss him more than anything in the world, but I don’t regret having any memories of him, and you shouldn’t regret having any memories of your friends and family either, no matter how little they are.”

It was ironic, the champion thought: here Legend and Wild were, two links in the same heroic chain, that were supposed to be selfless and loyal and a beacon of hope to the citizens of Hyrule, crying in a graveyard. They had been through their own set of adventures, faced their own trials and tribulations, but they both still had the same feelings as a citizen towards death. They were two broken kids who just wanted to enjoy a happy life.

Wild took in a shuddering breath and quietly asked, “ Do you think people die because we’re Chosen Heroes?”

Legend’s answer was short and simple, not an inking of hesitance in his voice, “ Yes.”

#linkeduniverse #hero of legend #hero of wilds #fanfic #linktober2020

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The Devil’s in the Details, Chapter 8

the final chapter

chapter 1 // chapter 2 // chapter 3 // chapter 4 // chapter 5 // chapter 6 // chapter 7 //

find on a03 here

Scar was in the End. He had never seen the End like this, an empty stretch of End Stone that went on in every direction with nothing else in sight.

“We had a deal.” Oscar snarled, and Scar turned around to face them. They stood a few meters away, a gleaming diamond sword in their hand.

“You were going to build those damn towers, and I’d give your Vex power back.”

“You said you weren’t going to hurt my friends. I was building the towers, and you hurt them anyways.” Scar said. He reached into his inventory to look for a weapon. There was nothing.

“You were taking too long. People kept interfering.”

“You were never going to leave us alone, were you?” Scar said, coming to a realization. Oscar snarled, their eyes glowing in the dark of the End. “You were just using me as a cover.”

“Congratulations,” Oscar spat, gripping the sword tighter. “You figured it out. Unfortunately for you, there’s no prize.”

“Are you even part of the Void?” Scar asked, trying to delay the inevitable fight. He had no armor or weapon; he would be killed in an instant. He needed a plan.

“I’m worse than the Void,” Oscar stalked forwards, and Scar tripped on his feet walking backwards to avoid them getting closer. “I’m the pure magic of the Vex and the End. I’m the worst of both in one form. I’m going to rule them both, and I am going to rule you and your stupid, bullshit overworld too. I don’t serve anyone but myself, unlike you weak players, who are subject to the whim of magic.”

“I don’t understand,” Scar said, still backing up. “Why didn’t you just take over?”

“I needed that Void Walker and ConVex to disperse of their human vessels. You were the perfect opportunity when Void and Vex met to interact with the over-world.”

Scar tripped on a rock, falling onto his back. Hitting the ground hard, Scar found himself straddled and a sword to his throat within moments. Breathing heavily, Scar turned his head away, trying to avoid its sharp point.

“Xisuma will be here soon,” Scar said. “My friends will help me, even if you kill me.”

“They won’t be coming,” Oscar hissed. “There’s no magic here. They can’t find us.”

Scar’s eyes widened. Oscar was a being of magic. If there was none here, that meant that Oscar was as tangible and vulnerable as Scar was!

Scar took in Oscar’s being for a quick moment. There was sweat on their brow, and they were breathing heavily. Scar noted that Oscar was shaking ever-so-slightly as well. Scar quickly made his move, elbowing Oscar in the face as hard as he could and then shoving them off his body. Oscar cried out, clutching their nose and crumpling to the side, leaving Scar to escape. Stumbling to his feet, Scar snatched the sword from the ground, spinning around to face Oscar. His doppelgänger was still on the ground, their lungs heaving with pain and anger. Wiping the blood from their face, Oscar stood, scowling. They drew a secondary sword from their inventory, just as sharp as the first. Oscar readied himself, shifting his balance to be sturdier. Blood streamed from their nose, and Scar was sure he had broken it.

With no warning taunt, Oscar flung themselves towards Scar. The flat edge of the sword

hit Scar’s ribs, knocking the breath from him. Still standing, Scar swung his own weapon, cutting across Oscar’s chest.

“Shit!” They gasped. The wound was shallow but long. Scar winced. He hadn’t seen that much blood in a long time.

Despite this thought, Scar didn’t pause for long. Lunging forwards, metal sung against metal as the swords met. The weapons locked in an cross shape, Scar could see the fear in Oscar’s eyes.

He’s never been vulnerable before. Scar realized. Remembering his promise to Cub, Scar grit his teeth. He hated to admit it, but he’d rather see Oscar bleeding then see Cub injured.

Oscar broke the crossed lock and thrust forwards, making a wild stab at Scar. Scar easily sidestepped the attack, bringing his sword down and lunging forwards, this time slicing Oscar’s right arm.

Crying out in pain, Oscar made another unhinged swipe, missing completely. They stepped forwards, lunging again, and Scar parried his attack.

“Fuck you!” Oscar said, panting heavily. The two wounds they had sustained were bleeding heavily. Scar suspected they wouldn’t stop bleeding without medical attention.

“I can get you medical help, but you have to promise to leave us alone.” Scar said. “You’re really injured.”

“I don’t want your help,” Oscar scowled. They were pale. “I want you dead.”

Scar inhaled sharply. He didn’t want to kill anyone, especially when there was no resurrection out here. He didn’t have much of a choice.

Oscar swung his weapon desperately, missing Scar again. Scar stepped behind Oscar, shifting his stance to ground himself. Oscar turned and laughed.

Scar took a steadying breath, inhaling deeply.

“You really think you can stop me?” Oscar screamed. “I am everything! I am the Void! I am the Vex! I am everything you pathetic hermits want to be! I am the sun, I am the stars-“

Scar exhaled.

“-I am the source of all magic! I am in your dreams; I am your future! I am the End! I am- “

Oscar choked as Scar’s sword ran through him.

“Sorry.” Scar whispered.

The sword in Oscar’s chest made a disgusting noise as it was pushed further. Oscar didn’t make a noise when they fell to the ground, the sickening thump ringing through Scar’s head. Scar had been expecting some dramatic speech, or a curse. He had expected screaming or sobbing or <em> something </em> when Oscar was defeated, not a quiet, dead body. The lack of retorts and breath made the silence of the End much more unnerving then it used to be. Scar decided he hated it, and the bloodied sword slipped from his hand.

< BadTimesWithScar was slain by GoodTimesWithScar >

< XisumaVoid teleported to GoodTimesWithScar >

“Scar!” Xisuma cried out, racing towards his friend.

“You know,” Scar didn’t take his eyes off Oscar’s body. “I kinda expected them to respawn. It’d be just my luck, wouldn’t it?”

“Are you hurt?”

Scar shook his head. Xisuma noticed he was pale.

“Are you alright?”

Scar shook his head again, ripping his eyes off the lifeless form. Stumbling a few steps backwards, the gravity of what he had done finally settled in Scar’s mind. He vomited onto the ground, tears rolling down his face.

“Oh my God,” Scar dropped to his knees. “I killed them.”

“Scar, it’s okay.” Xisuma dropped to his side, wrapping his arms around Scar and gently turning him away.

“I killed them! I killed-“ Scar took a heavy, shuddering gasp.

“Scar, you had to. There was no other way.” Xisuma said, pulling Scar in close. “It was self-defence.”

“Please don’t ban me!” Scar begged. “I didn’t mean to kill them!”

“I won’t.” Xisuma said, “You’ve done nothing wrong. They were going to kill you.”

“I killed them.” Scar said, his breath heaving, and Xisuma began to realize that Scar wasn’t really listening to him. “I killed them.”

Xisuma turned his gaze to the corpse lying on the ground a few feet away, blood staining the EndStone.

“I killed them.” Scar said again, as if repeating the words would make them hurt any less.

“Yeah,” Xisuma agreed. “You did.”

Scar leaned into Xisuma, falling quiet. Xisuma wanted to get out of the End as soon as possible, but allowed his friend a moment to collect himself. A loud crash made Xisuma and Scar jump.

“They’re back?” Scar said, scrambling to his feet.

“No,” Xisuma said, inhaling sharply and pointing to a spot a few meters away. “The End is falling apart!”

Where there had once been endless endstone there were now gaping holes in the land. The void could be seen through it, as unforgiving as ever. Loud crashes and bangs filled the air as the ground beneath them began to crumble away.

“Scar, we need to go! This section hasn’t loaded, and now it’s falling apart!” Xisuma shouted, running to his left to avoid falling with the ground.

“Xisuma-“ Scar reached out, and the Admin watched in horror as the ground beneath Scar fell out. The builder didn’t scream as he plummeted, to sheep shocked to do anything.

“Scar!” Xisuma shouted, and whipped out his administration screens, quickly typing in a command. He then jumped into the Void, praying he’d catch Scar. His armor was heavier than Scar’s clothing, and it allowed him to sink faster.

“Scar!” He shouted again, reaching out. “Grab my hand!”

Scar shouted something back, tears flying from his eyes. The builder reached forwards, and their fingertips brushed. The cold of the Void was starting to sink into Xisuma’s skin, and he knew Scar was hurting worse than we was. A few more moments and they’d both be dead.

“Dammit!” Xisuma cried, reaching out as far as he could. Scar tried to reach out as well, ice creeping over his fingers. Xisuma fired a rocket from his belt and—

< XisumaVoid and GoodTimeWithScar teleported to Cubfab135 >

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Cub, by some miracle, was not dead.

Sure, he had died, but he wasn’t dead, which was surprising. With Oscar’s weird-ass abilities and the fact that he had bled Cub thought he perma-died. But he hadn’t. And now Cub didn’t really know what to do.

“I even had cool last words,” Cub huffed, not really annoyed he was alive.

“Cub?” A voice yelled from outside. “Yo, are you alive?”

“Ex?” Cub called out, sitting up. He winced, phantom pain throbbing where he had been stabbed.

Not dead, Cub noted. but also not unscathed.

“Holy shit! You’re alive!” Ex threw open the front door, racing in and grabbing Cub roughly by his arms. “Wow! Thank God! I don’t know how to plan a funeral.”

“I believe we have bigger problems than a funeral.” Cub said, wiggling his way out of Ex’s grip. “We need to find Scar and help him.”

“Yeah, so small problem,” Ex said. “Dickface took Scar to some remote corner of the End, and then cut out all magic… which includes any Admin abilities.”

“Xisuma can’t get to him,” Cub said, inhaling sharply and throwing his feet over the edge of his bed.

“Yeah, Scar is on his own.” Ex frowned. “Where is Xisuma? He was right behind me.”

A loud ping from the communicators on their hips drew their attention.

< BadTimesWithScar was slain by GoodTimesWithScar >

< XisumaVoid teleported to GoodTimesWithScar >

“He survived?” Ex said, sounding impressed.

“He killed Oscar,” Cub said, breathless.

Cub’s eyes widened, horrified. Was he bleeding out? Almost dead? Trapped in some weird, End induced coma that he would never be able to leave?

< XisumaVoid and GoodTimesWithScar teleported to Cubfab135 >

The train of thought was Interrupted with Scar and Xisuma crashing from a portal into the room.

Xisuma was carrying most of Scar’s weight, the builder awake but unresponsive. The were both shivering, and Cub could see the ice from the Void melting on Scar. Cub inhaled sharply, seeing that Scar was covered in blood. Cub stumbled from his bed and opened his bedside chest, pulling out potions of healing and bandages.

“Put him on the bed Xisuma, I need to bandage his wounds!”

“I’m not hurt.” Scar said quietly, refusing to look at anyone while speaking. He rubbed his hands along his arms, trying to warm himself up.

“There’s blood on you,” Cub said frantically, “Are you sure-”

“It’s not mine.” Scar mumbled, and the room froze. Even Ex was at a loss for words, looking uncomfortable with the idea that Scar had actually killed Oscar. Blood wasn’t present unless it was permanent.

“We should sit you down anyways,” Xisuma said gently, breaking the silence. Scar nodded, seemingly off in another world.

He sat on the edge of the bed, and Cub quietly put the bandages and potions away while Ex and Xisuma had a hushed conversation, something about restoring the balance and a deal they made. Cub didn’t really care, his friend being the main concern.

“Scar,” Cub said, sitting on the bed. Scar blinked a few times, and turned his attention to Cub. “Thank you.”

Scar’s eyes welled with tears, and a few slipped down his face. Cub pulled his friend into a tight hug, letting his friend cry. There wasn’t much else he could do.

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Settling back into routine took a long time. Explaining to the other Hermits what had happened was an ordeal in itself, filled with questions and many, many concerns.

(Doc had asked Xisuma to bring Oscar back so he could kill him again. Xisuma had declined.)

The mood of Hermits had changed as well. The idea of someone being permanently offed made them all more cautious to death. Inventories were always stacked with potions, and rarely was anyone alone.

Scar, however, was never alone. After sleeping for an entire week, he began building again. Xisuma and Ex had cleared the dark buildings that Oscar had made, doing their best to avoid leaving gaping holes where they had once been.

Cherry was still non-existent, and Scar had been finishing fixing his portal when Cub had dragged him to the shopping district.

“Cub, why are we here? Do you need help building a new shop?” Scar asked, walking alongside his friend.

“No, I just want to show you a new one.”

“Oh, whose it is?” Scar asked, confused. “You don’t usually show me new shops.”

“Actually,” A new voice said, and Scar frowned in confusion as Grian came up from behind and threw an arm around his shoulders. “It’s yours!”

“Tada!” Grian said, spinning Scar around to face the newly built Cherry.

“Oh my gosh.” Scar said, covering his mouth as Iskall and Mumbo lit a concerning amount of fireworks.

Before him stood Cherry, identical to how it had been before it had been destroyed. Scar walked up to the entrance, running a hand along the wood.

“We even restocked it for you!” Iskall said, patting Scar on the back and then walking past to open a chest. Peaking into it, Scar saw that it was filled with redstone.

“This is amazing,” Scar said, breathless. “Thank you.”

“And the best part,” Grian said cheerfully, “is that the only payment is that you have to shop at Sahara for the rest of your life!”

“Grian!” Mumbo scolded. “We talked about this!”

“Dude, you were the only one who said we should do it for free! You were outvoted.” Iskall said.

Scar burst out into laughter.

“Hey! I’m not joking.” Grian chided, failing to keep a large smile off his face. Mumbo looked horrified.

“He’s joking,” Mumbo said, turning to Scar with a worried look on his face. “You’re joking, right?”

Scar smiled as Cub laughed as well.

Despite everything that had happened, Scar was going to be okay.

#ditd #my writing #goodtimeswithscar #cubfan135 #xisumavoid #grian #mumbojumbo #hermitcraft #the devil's in the details

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Build-a-Band pt 5 Lukas and Jules

Part 5 is up!

Featuring: Luke POV, Luke building a Julie, and Reggie building a Luke

Not going to lie, not my best chapter. Little sleepy. HOWEVER, some chapters now have pictures at the bottom of the bears (sans outfits) that I’m referencing.

As always read on Ao3 here

And below! ~2300 words

Luke adored watching the faces of his bandmates as they shared Alexander the bear. Reggie was lit up like the sun, and somehow shone even brighter after rendering Alex speechless while he gently swept his fingers over the bear. Alex looked to be slightly in awe, not just in the surprising likeness to himself, but also at the care of thought that went into it.

He was only kidding, mostly, when he whined about Reggie not making him a stuffie. It was less because he needed a small stuffed animal version of himself, but more because he really wanted Reggie to want to make him one. He understood though, why Reggie would make one for Alex rather than him.

Alex had always gravitated towards soft things. For as long as the boys had known him there was something soft and cuddly nearby whether it be a stuffed animal, a blanket, or even just a sweatshirt. Reggie was much the same, although he tried to hide it significantly more than Alex did. Both of them loved such things, looked to them in an instinctual way for comfort.

Luke didn’t have that kind of attachment to soft cuddly things. It certainly that he wasn’t cuddly enough, in fact he was probably the cuddliest of the bunch, but even when he was little, he’d always chosen to cuddle people instead. In fact, he craved being in constant contact with another human being. When he’d been five it’d been his mom, he’d wrap around her leg or crawl into her lap and she’d whisper to him the secrets of the universe.

When he was ten it was Reggie. He’d follow him around, tugging on the bottom of his shirt as Reggie chatted at him in high speed. Mostly though, Luke would grab Reggie’s hand and pull him along into shenanigans and adventures and things that ten-year-old boys get up to. Over the years, there were classmates that teased them, but Luke would just grip harder, stick his tongue out and call them jealous. After all, clearly nobody wanted to hold their hands.

In late middle school, they found Alex. Soon it was cuddle piles on the floor or the couch. Pretty much anywhere all three of them could fit. That was actually most places since all three boys were fairly creative and very few sense of boundaries. It was Alex who he would hug as if it was a lifeline, the only thing keeping him standing, after fights with his mom. It was the three of them linking fingers, hands, arms, ready to defy the world where everyone they trusted, everyone they needed to protect them failed.

He would never dream of mocking the boys for their love of all things soft and cuddly. He figured he’d had his own teddy bears in a way, they just happened to be the very alive, and now very dead, Alex and Reggie. Instead he watched with a soft smile at Reggie tried to hide his joy at Alex refusing to put Alexander down and getting to go back to Build a Bear the next day. The best moment had when he caught Alex teaching Alexander to play the drums when he thought no one was looking. Yup, his brothers were the most adorable and soon they would all have stuffies of each other to play with, and for that he was incredibly excited.

Luke wasn’t entirely sure what to expect when he poofed into Build a Bear the next morning, but walls covered with animals of all shapes colors and sizes was certainly not it. He could feel Reggie literally vibrating next to him and Luke’s excitement and energy was feeding off it. Oh yes, the kid in a candy store feeling was coming over him. Something about these stuffies felt different. Instead of lifeless stares, it almost felt as if they were alive and gazing fondly at the joy they were bringing to the three ghost boys and the smirking human girl.

He glanced at Julie and was unsurprised to see a soft smile and shimmering eyes as she took them all in. Alex had wandered off to the shelves mesmerized and before he could process what was happening Reggie was dragging him all around the store pointing out cool this and cool that and AHHH did you see. Luke was smiling and hanging on for the ride.

Or he was until he saw the dogs. There was one, like a border collie almost with fire sticking out all over the place and he heard himself scream before he realized the words were his. OHMYGAWD IT’S SO FLUFFY I’M GOING TO DIE.

At this point Julie and Reggie were doubled over and cackling at him while Alex barely spared him a quizzical look. He harumphed. He’d never gotten the appeal before! Not when he’d had Reggie and Alex so he had…. never mind he didn’t want to do THAT math… years to catch up on! He walked over to lightly punch Reggie in the arms as he slowly managed to stop laughing.

He meandered away, peering in all the boxes with Reggie following closely behind him. He wasn’t sure what he was looking for, but he figured he would know it when he saw it. It wasn’t long before Reggie was tugging at his shirt.

“Dude! Dude!” Reggie pointed at a soft caramel brown bear with big sewn in eyes. “It’s you!!” At first glance Luke agreed, it did kind of remind him of him, but as he got closer, he realized that this bear was slightly smaller than the other bears. Which of course is when Luke read the name “Lil’ Cub Brownie”.

Luke whispered yelled “I AM NOT THAT SHORT! I AM 5’8” WHICH IS A PERFECTLY RESPECTABLE HEIGHT”

Reggie just looked at him, an eyebrow raised and a smirk on his lips. “Let’s see what Julie thinks.” He called out to the girl watching them with amusement. “Hey Jules, how tall would you say Luke is?”

She gave Luke a quick up and down. Pondered it softly as her eyebrows scrunched up. “Hmmm…. 5’4”?”

Luke could feel the shock, horror, and betrayal coursing through him. “I AM 5’8”!” Julie looked at him quizzically “Are you sure?”

Luke let out a groan of frustration as Reggie picked up the small bear shaped lump and winked at him. He grabbed Reggie’s elbow and dragged him along scanning the aisles for something that might even mildly resemble Julie.

He’d passed this bear three times. He still didn’t like it, didn’t even think it looked like Julie, yet something about it kept giving him pause. It was a pale lilac color and it might be the softest thing he’d ever touched. The purple was kind of nice, but he knew Julie was a more vibrant purple like the dress she’d worn on the Orpheum and while her eyes could melt him to the core, she had a strength that astounded him. The bear kind of felt like Julie lite. A shadow or figment of her.

There was something weird with its eyes too like it had winged eyeliner. He knew every now and again Julie wore her make-up like that, but it didn’t really seem to be her. Julie was at her Juliest when in mismatched pajamas and her fluffy dinosaur slippers, her hair flowing freely and a soft song singing from her lips. It was like she carried the warmth and the light with her and this bear just didn’t.

Yet this was the third time he was standing in front of this Anna? From Frozen? Bear and it was his best bet. Reluctantly he grabbed the blob of fabric and hoped along the way it could become more like her.

He and Reggie made their way over to where Alex and Julie were already sitting, waiting for the other to join them. He had to admit he wasn’t listening while Julie gave them some monologue. The bear just wasn’t sitting right with him and it took Reggie dragging him toward these red boxes to jar him from contemplation.

Luke glanced in to see all the little hearts and felt a smile lighting up his face. Identifying a heart for Julie, now that he could do. He smiled a little bit at Alex’s intense focus, as if finding the right heart was the same as defusing a bomb. He laughed at Reggie’s antics of digging through everything and moving hearts into different buckets, leaving not one unturned in his hunt. Every now and again Luke would let out a tease at the look on Alex’s face or be fake angry with Reggie when he scooped hearts on top of where Luke was looking.

This was really what he’d come for, this moment of pure joy with his family. Julie just kept shaking her head at them all. For a minute they were just three seventeen-year-old boys with their favorite girl building a bear.

It took him by surprise really, the flash of color. Soon though, he was digging with fervor trying to find the glimpse of deep royal purple he’d seen. After what felt like forever and a impending feeling of hopelessness he found it. Sitting at the bottom of the bin was a purple heart, almost exactly the color of Julie’s Orpheum dress. This, this was the one.

He cracked a smile at Reggie and waved it in his face as Reggie held up what had to be the most awkwardly looking heart he’d ever seen. Reg must have noted his look of confusion because he started to explain.

“I know it’s not the prettiest looking heart but look at all it’s gone through. It’s still surviving, it’s still functional, it’s still the biggest heart of anyone I know. This is the kind of heart that gives pieces of itself to mend others.” Reggie just keeps going borderline rambling as if he also doesn’t know where to stop until his voice drops almost to a whisper “This is a heart that fixes things and and and you fixed us.”

Luke gave Reggie the biggest grin as the warmth flew through him at his friend’s explanation. “It’s perfect Reg. Thank you.” Reggie’s thousand-watt smile was back as they all moved back towards the stuffing machine. He prompted Julie to do the magic, dragging him and Alex into the convincing, not that Julie needed it.

The wish stumped Luke briefly and he watched as Alex and Reggie seemed to do it with very little hesitation. Words and thoughts seemed to jumble in his mind before some started to align with startling clarity. They were lyrics? Either way he whisper sang them to the bear.

We say we're friends, we play pretend. You're more to me, we're everything Our voices rise and soar so high. We come to life when we're, In perfect harmony

By the time he finished, Alex had his new bear stuffed introducing him as William the Skater Bear and Reggie and Julie were whispering together while shooting him looks. Soon the caramel bear was growing and becoming real. Luke had to admit, despite the height issue, Reggie really had done a good job picking out the bear and as he screamed about a guitar for Lukas, Luke giggled and stepped up to the machine.

Julie raised an eyebrow at his choice and he grinned at her sheepishly and shrugged. Truthfully, he was a little nervous about it. What if he picked the wrong bear? What if it looked awful? Would she hate it? When he handed her the heart though, her eyes grew wide before dashing up to his. She squeezed it tight and watched as her face shifted to awe and a blush crept over her cheeks before she hurriedly finished the bear.

She handed the bear back to him and oddly enough Luke stared deeply into the bear’s eyes. A flicker of recognition passed through. That was Jules, through and through. He took one more glance at Julie, smiled, and called out “C’mon Jules time to accessorize!” He heard her giggle as he wandered over to the clothes section.

In the end, he managed to convince Julie to let him bring home two outfits for Jules. One was a sparkly purple fairy dress with a black leather jacket and a microphone to match, the other was a pair of pajamas with monster slippers. They’d rationalized it as needing a band outfit, but also a cuddlier one.

For a brief moment, he and Reggie switched bears so Luke could hold onto Lukas. Reggie had managed to find denim pants with a band tshirt and a beanie. Reggie swore up and down that when they got home they could cut the sleeves off the bear’s shirt, but Luke was enamored with the little bear and his soft guitar that hung by a band off his hand. He nodded absently, agreeing with whatever Reggie said before pulling Lukas close into a tight hug.

A little voice that sounded remarkably like Reggie whispered into Luke’s head.

You are Lukas. Luke may prefer hugging people to stuffies, but it’s your job to make sure that for whatever reason we can’t be there, Luke can hug you and know we’re hugging him back as tightly. He saved us all and now he’ll never be alone again.

He looked up at Reggie, tears starting to pool in his eyes, even as Reggie looked a little confused. He reached out and hugged him tight. Never letting go of Lukas. They stayed that way for a long time before pulling apart.

Alex had witnessed the whole thing and was pretty sure he knew exactly what caused the burst of emotion in Luke. He gave a small smile before taking the opportunity to rag on his brother. “So what do you think Luke? Care to put Lukas down for a minute.”

Luke shook his head vigorously “Nuh-uh. Not a chance.” There was something niggling at him though as he joked with his bandmates. He couldn’t quite place it though until Julie slipped Jules out of Reggie’s arms and into her arms. He froze then, his brain catching up and slamming into him.

What if Julie could hear the lyrics he sung to the bear as his wish?

#jatp #jatp fanfic #build a band #julie and the phantoms

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ａｓｈｏｒｅ[x]

pairing: bodevan cash x reader genre: Doctor! AU, Romance, Angst summary: After a fall out with your fianceé, and an opportunity to chase your dreams, you embark into a medical mission trip to Namibia where you run into self-taught doctor Bodevan Cash. Love ensues. word count: 1.7k a/n: Hello, hello! Let’s pretend we’re all hugging while I thank you all fro reading this story. I’m so sorry it took me so long to finally end it, but i really struggled with the outcome. Yes, she staying with Ethan was considered.🤭🤭 I hope you like the outcome. All the love, boos. ❤️❤️

❝I am longing to be with you, and by the sea, where we can talk together freely and build our castles in the air.❞ ― bram stoker

EPILOGUE

ｆｏｒｔｈｅｅｎｄｌｅｓｓｄａｙｓ ◄ ｐｒｅｖ Bodevan wrote, "If you know I'm dying, and I know you still love me. Come back to me..." He wasn't dying; obviously, the only person inhabiting Bo's teepee whose days were numbered —unless a medical miracle occurred, was Danny. Although nobody was exempt on an accident or to suddenly drown in the sea, pushed by the strong winds at the Skeleton Coast, Danny's health was Bodevan's biggest concern. It grew worse each passing day, he barely had the strength to keep his lids open, and a despaired Peera held onto his fingertips with blood-shooted eyes. With careful words, and in response to your frantic call at 4am, Rellian explained the intended purpose between the lines in Bodevan's email. He was a professional, no doubt, he valued saving lives more than anything in the world, and that included you. Danny was his priority at the moment. Nevertheless, your absence had stolen further the already restless nights, it had triggered a loss of appetite in his rare lunch breaks. Bo's hunger for life started to fade away, he felt like dying each passing day you woke up across the world instead of wrapped around his limbs. It broke your heart because you knew —he confided in you—, it was a nightmare that haunted him at nights. To experience the same pain his father dealt with when Bo's mother left and later committed suicide, frightening him, and you've induced it to him. He feared the undying love you shared in Namibia was purely circumstantial, and the more days you spent in New York, the more the odds were against him and on Ethan's favour. Bodevan was wrong.

Because all the time you spent with him, left a thread knitted inside your soul. Bo's face never failed to taunt you in dreamland or drifted you into memories about África and its morning skies. You haven't stopped thinking about him either, not for a second, despite the lies you told yourself. Bendel's and Butter lost their attraction. The sole deeds you appeared to enjoy were Maoism books, Yo-Yo Ma and Glen Gloud's music —anything related to the boy with long hair and a mustard jacket. But Bodevan was right to an extent. When you saw Ethan's face amongst the crowd at JFK, your first instinct was to deny it all, settled to forget Namibia and the eccentric doctor that spent his nights restlessly sleeping in a sofá of a combi-turned-reception. So you found yourself in Manhattan, wanting to convert the shores in the city, mixing the sky with the Atlantic sea, letting Bo escape as you agreed to lose him. Problem was, despite your efforts, Ethan's caresses couldn't erase the trace of Bodevan. Inside Ethan's bed, wrapped underneath Ethan's sheets and Ethan's arms, your heart still belong to Bodevan. You started drowning in photos, dreams, songs, memories that connected you to him, and even though you couldn't understand it, you began to feel insane. How could you deceive your soul? It was evident, Bodevan Cash held it under his possession. No matter how many times, how many people said you were drowning in an empty glass because there was no comparison between Ethan Gandy and some unknown, weird-named joke of a Doctor [in their exact words], you couldn't forget the night he kissed you and laid you down on the sand. Both them and Ethan, and your family, and even your own subconscious —you wanted to shut them all up, arguing you've forgotten him, that Bodevan was meaningless to your life and to your heart. The thing is, he wasn't... He taught you to stole the seconds away from time, to admire the sky, to say little white lies if it meant to spend more time with him, and to replace words with stares. You learnt more than a thousand ways to kiss, thanks to Bo, and it was because of him that you discovered what is to truly love. He forgot one final instruction though because you still didn't know how to live without him. Your mouth dreamed it kissed him, coffee tasted like sorrow and you couldn't gulp a single sip without recalling the mornings in your cabin, writing words into Bodevan's skin. Yet, it took you, eight more Sundays to finally break things off with Ethan. He didn't yell, you didn't cry, neither even mentioned Bodevan. Deep in your soul, though, you knew you've finally managed to let go of his hand due to an email you got from Namibia, where Bodevan stated that if you still thought about him, be assured that he still waited for you. Bo's words didn't push you out of Ethan to come running back to África, but they hit you the strong enough to make you realize, you were hurting people you loved and cared about. To finally be able to be with any of them, first, you needed to be with yourself, and let go of Namibia's rendezvouses and Ethan's divorce. You kissed Ethan one last time, you made love to him till the early hours of the morning, and after he said, "I'll love you forever, even when we're not together." And you responded, "Me too." You left.

Today, almost six months later, you're about to start a new chapter in your life. You left New York, only this time you weren't running away from a lie, or trying to figure yourself out. You are where you stand, to follow the dreams you've finally discovered. There's no ring around your finger, there is no remorse of what you left behind at your studio in Dumbo, neither on the apartment at the Upper East Side, where you seemed to spend more nights than in your own. The sky complains above you, roaring and ready to let free all the tears condensed inside black clouds. You're facing what —hopefully— will be the rest of your life, the future you are sure to desire. Instead of feeling nervous, you're overwhelmed by happiness. This time you are confident. It took you a long time, but now you can firmly express what you want, what you need, what you believe. You don't believe the sea will ever lose the taste of salt. You don't believe in luck, or in miracles. You don't believe in Karl Marx's ideas. You don't believe in the principles of Maoism. You don't believe in God.And certainly, you don't believe in coincidences. Everything happens for a reason. So be it. With a deep breath, you walk into your future. You pass by the Australian boy who just had a heart transplant and the happy nurse feeding him breakfast. A smile curves your lips when a blue-eyed doctor nods in the direction of the beach, encouraging you to follow the path of shells and seaweed. You take off your sandals and allow your toes to relish in the sensation of the wet sand beneath. But the joy turns mundane when your eyes spot your very own belief. Yes, you believe in medicine. Moreover, you believe in his shy smile, in the kisses he gifts you, in everything he says. And in his morning-sky gaze. Bodevan hasn't seen you yet, he is standing at the shore, eyes closed and slowly breathing in and out. You try not to make noise, but you hurry because he's waiting there and you genuinely hope he's waiting for you. Once you're close enough to touch him, you hesitate, fearful that he will vanish at your touch because you've ached for him so long that it just hit you this might be a dream. And you're not in Namibia, and he's not here, and you're still laying down in Ethan's bed. But he is breathing, and he smells like vanilla and pinecones, and when your trembling fingertips write a greeting over the skin of his back, he turns around immediately. You're not dreaming anymore, he is real, but who's thinking the contrary seems to be him. Bodevan's ocean eyes are decorated with purple bags under it, and around his irises, sadness traces can be tracked easily. It takes one look at this boy to realize wherever he is, you'll go. He is your home. Your happy place. He is spring, a stairway straight to heaven, and you want to walk with him forever. He has given you so much, and you wanna give him so many more in return. You wanna be his ray of sunshine, the chords on his guitar, the cub of sugar in his coffee. The reason for his smile, not his heartache. "Please, I beg you, tell me you're real," Bo whispers in a very careful thread of words. "I haven't slept in days." A timorous hand reaches out to rest over his face, tenderly, "I am. I am here, Bo." "I believed you weren't coming back. That what we were, time left it behind." "I was an idiot," you answer. "I wrote to you emails that I never sent." Bodevan shakes his head, incredulous and almost giggling, "It doesn't matter. It doesn't matter, really. If you're here to stay."He is afraid of your answer, you know it, and you want to ease it all away with pampering kisses all over his face. But you know he needs the reassurance od promises and words. "Are you? Truthfully?" "I am. Truthfully." "One last thing," he says, his usual shy eyes facing you in bravery. "You love me. Truth or Untruth?" "Truth," you whisper, no hesitation in your voice. You could live without Ethan, you could live without New York, hell, you could even live without medicine. As long as you have Bodevan, and the haven that is his arms around your waist, and his kisses... Yes, you depend on him. And if you still have him left, then you have life. "More than anything and anyone. Above everything." Water starts to pour, and you bless the rains down in Africa, for always being a witness, as Bodevan cups your face to bring your lips together, and never let you go.

#ashore #ashore:finale #george mackay #bodevan cash #captain fantastic #George Mackay x reader

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etraytin · 4 years

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Quarantine, Day 204

October 1

Hello to the month of spooky! October is usually one of my favorite months, summer pay slump is over, farmer's market is full of squashes, pumpkin patches and hay rides are open, the weather is cooling, Halloween is coming! Most of those benefits are reduced or eliminated this year, but the weather is still quite pleasant and I have a bunch of squash I got from my friend last week. We need to figure out something fun to do for Halloween, since I would be shocked if Trick or Treat happens the way it usually does. Last year the kiddo went with a Cub Scout friend from an affluent neighborhood, trick or treating around his house instead of the much slimmer pickings at an apartment complex. We haven't talked to those friends in a long time, but there is an outdoor meeting next week to discuss what will happen with the Cub Scout troop, so hopefully we'll see them there.

I found out today that the kiddo's Cub Scout troup is going to be disbanding because the gruff old guy who has been the packmaster for like twenty years is high risk and can't see a way to do meetings with the kids safely. His voice caught as he explained to me on the phone that he wants to make sure that all the kids get into other troops and nobody gets left out, and I almost cried right there. I didn't know him very well after just one year of scouts, but I know this has got to be killing him. He also mentioned that some of the kids had already joined other troops, including the most unruly kid whose parent somehow manages to disappear whenever there is parental authority needing exercised. I think we will be looking into one of the other troops in the area. But hey, now it just looks like foresight that I never got around to applying the numbers to Kiddo's uniform! I hope we can get him into a troop with at least some of his friends. It's funny, a little, because the last moment of "normal" we really had was the first weekend of March, when we went to the Cub Scout Camp-in at the air and space museum. There were at least a dozen packs there, all running around and doing activities together, then bedding down in sleeping bags in assigned corners of the museum, looking up at the planes in the dark. How long till something like that can happen again?

Today was a good day overall. I picked up the groceries I bought yesterday and managed to get most of them upstairs and put away. The store apparently did not have any tortillas or frozen onions, which seems weird, but we got pretty much everything else which is good on such a large order. That reminds me I need to do the survey. Okay there we go, back now. I try to remember to leave a survey every time, especially when they do a good job. And I remembered the guy's name this time, mostly because I think his parents must have been Star Wars fans. Things got a little close in terms of freezer capacity but I did manage to fit everything in, and the cleaned pantry was very helpful when it came to storing the rest. (Bonus: this morning my husband was dragging from lack of caffeine and I was able to magician out the two-litre bottle of Diet Dr Thunder I found in the pantry the other day. He was both impressed and grateful, especially since Dr Thunder has not been easily available for ages.)

The kiddo did school and finished around the normal time. At lunchtime, I was making ham salad in the food processor when he came out and gave him a little bite of it. He said it was good but he didn't want it. A little while later I offered to make him a PBJ for lunch and he said yes. I made him a nice one with crunchy peanut butter and apricot preserves, and he took one bite and told me that his mouth was set for ham salad and now the PBJ tasted weird. I put the PBJ in a baggie and gave him a ham salad sandwich. I understand how it is when your mouth is just set for ham salad. It was really good ham salad.

This evening my husband had a Zoom meeting with new majors in the department, so the kiddo and I took over the daily Facetime with MIL to make sure things are good. She is doing well and is always happy to talk with us, so that was nice. She has decided to get her bathtub renovated, which I hope means "bigger bathtub" because I love baths and a bigger bathtub is always better. I suspect it might just mean "different color bathtub" but so long as the persistent issue with the plumbing gets fixed, I am all for it. She is happy and busy and that's what's important.

We had leftovers for dinner (the kiddo ate that PBJ finally) along with a large quantity of watermelon. At Harris Teeter the other day, I was browsing the clearance cart and found a watermelon corer-slicer for 90% off. If you have ever seen those round tools for slicing and coring apples where you set it on top of the apple and just push down as hard as you can, it's like that but watermelon sized. It was very impressive. It was even more impressive when the kiddo proved that you could actually still use it for apples if sufficiently motivated, but we wanted to try the real thing. Unfortunately the watermelon I bought suffered a terrible fall when its plastic bag broke, but since it was only a long, deep crack the fruit itself was salvageable despite the death of our watermelon coring-and-slicing dreams. It was an excellent watermelon.

After dinner and two more episodes of The Good Place (we are halfway through Season Four now on a rewatch), kiddo and I headed back to the fort for kitten and board game time. We designed a bunch more cards for the Candyland-esque portion of the Charlie the Unicorn game, including several roll-again cards, move back and forth, switch places and "Let the kittens roll the dice". The kittens took that one to heart without needing the card, and the game was severely disrupted several times by cat attack. But it was fun and we played several games before my leg was too asleep to bear anymore. The fort has worked out great as a way to spend some time together with no electronics involved, and it has led to several calm nights in a row. Feels really good! When the kiddo was very little I worried what I would do when he was eight or ten or twelve, because I knew I liked babies but I wasn't sure about older kids. Turns out that I didn't need to worry because the kiddo is a lot of fun to be around and talk to. His brain is a fantastically strange place, and when we're not both distracted by electronics, we come up with cool stuff.

#quarantine #cub scouts #watermelon #grocery shopping

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cyb-by-lang · 4 years

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The Callout

Since I totally forgot to ever do anything for @writer-and-artist27 in response to all the art she’s sent me over the last few months, I decided winter was a good time to work on something really quick. Thus, a one-day gift fic.

Especially something that encourages my preferred The Sea and Stars ‘ship. :p

This takes place in The Sea and Stars, a crossover with CYB and Civilian Pianist, wherein a whole buncha people are not dead and there’s more than one SIOC running around.

In terms of ships and romance arcs, this is quite possibly one of the most ironic things Kei has ever participated in.

It was a sunny December day in Konoha when Obito Uchiha pounded on my front door. Normally, this wasn’t much of an issue. I kept snacks in the house for exactly this reason. It encouraged my and Hayate’s friends to visit through the expectation of food. Teenagers were a little like vultures that way. Mom only had to help me with the fiddliest parts of candy-making.

“Kei, come on!” Obito shouted from the front step of the house. His voice drifted in through the open window. “I know you’re not busy!”

The fact that he was correct did not, in fact, make my mood lift.

I sighed inwardly and went to the door, opening it just in time to almost catch Obito’s knocking hand with my nose. Luckily, he stopped in time. “Whoa, okay,” I said while he overbalanced just a bit. As he recovered, I followed up with, “What the hell is going on?”

“Um.” Obito stuffed his hands into his pockets, suddenly shy when confronted by my grumpy face. “Can we talk inside? You’re our team’s medic, so…”

I looked Obito up and down. To my chakra sense, his internal flame bobbed uncertainly as though in a high wind. Behind his goggles, his expression was a mix of nervous and potentially nauseous, with the thinnest sheen of sweat over his face. His collar was loose, as though he’d fussed with it, and he shifted from foot to foot like he’d burned them.

I stepped back from the door and ushered him inside. He was so discombobulated that he almost forgot to take off his shoes before making his way to the living room. He shed his jacket before crawling under the kotatsu like some kind of worm. Maybe a bear cub in search of a hiding spot.

“Is someone here?” Mom called, from all the way across the house. She’d been carefully pruning a potted indoor rose in the kitchen when I wandered off to put out fires.

“It’s just me!” Obito replied from his heater blanket spot.

I sat down on the next corner and stuck my legs underneath the quilt.

“Obito-kun?” Mom stuck her head out of the kitchen, expression full of concern. Her gardening scissors were still in one hand. Obito was well within her sensing range, and she was more precise than me. She was basically capable of reading minds.

“I can handle it,” I said to Mom, to keep Obito from having to lie to her. I, for my part, didn’t know I was lying. Couldn’t, since I didn’t know what the problem was.

Mom subsided, though she wasn’t convinced. She retreated with a mild, “Don’t mind me, then. Food’s on the stove.”

And on the table. Like any self-respecting traditional home, we had oranges on the kotatsu to stave off colds and scurvy. And dorayaki, because I’d been assembling them when Obito popped by. The stack of small pancakes were kind of hard to miss.

Obito wiggled a bit out from under the table to inspect the sugar on display.

“So,” I said, as he snatched one of the finished treats from the pile. “What’s eating you?”

“Eh?” Obito managed, around a mouthful of pancake. He chewed quickly, then swallowed. There were crumbs around his mouth. “Um, sorta. Like a medical thingy.”

“And you’re not going to Rin about this?” I asked.

“I tried,” Obito said, pouting. “But she’s busy with her medic training stuff right now, so I came here instead.”

Well, at least being second fiddle to Rin in terms of medical expertise was pretty common. And if Obito wasn’t comfortable heading to the hospital, that was pretty much my role in life at large.

“It’s really freaking me out,” Obito said, even as he picked another dorayaki from the pile. “Kei, I think it’s got something to do with Tomo-chan.”

“With Tomo?” I stared at him, even as my hands kept up the dorayaki assembly procedure. Red bean paste, custard cream, chocolate (originally received as a gift from Tomoko), and then chestnuts. In that order. Variety was key. “What, like she’s poisoning you?”

Obito snorted. If he’d been chomping through dorayaki as fast as I was making them, crumbs would’ve flown out of his nose. “I’d sooner accuse you. Tomo-chan doesn’t have a mean bone in her whole body.”

Accurate. “So, what are your symptoms?”

“Not even gonna defend yourself?” Obito asked, hiding a grin under pretend offense.

I shrugged. Instead, I pointed the spatula I was using in Obito’s face like a sword and said, “Spill, or I can’t help you.”

“Um…” Obito squirmed under my gaze. Sitting up, he could hardly avoid my scrutiny unless he was planning on hiding under the quilt like a five-year-old. And he’d be well within kicking range then.

“Obito,” I said with thinning patience.

“Hey, don’t rush me!” Obito protested, when I made a stabbing motion with the spatula. A little under his breath, he grumbled, “Tomo-chan doesn’t threaten me when I hang around her.”

“And yet you’re here,” I shot back. While Obito mumbled and kept refusing to talk, I settled back into my rhythm of assembling pancake sandwiches. Which was basically what dorayaki were. In a calmer voice, I said, “Seriously, what’s the story?”

“So…” Obito curled a little in on himself, slumped across the tabletop. With his head pillowed by his arms and the plate of dorayaki in front of him, he focused on the sweets instead of meeting my eyes, even through goggles. “You know I’ve been spending more time over at the café, right?”

I nodded. There were basically four places that Obito frequented, besides his apartment in the Uchiha district. One was my house, because my family had gotten as close to adopting him as non-clan shinobi could over the years. Aside from the training grounds and Sensei’s house, the main other refuge for Obito was the Hoshino-run hotspot in the middle of town. And since Sensei was on a mission and there were no scheduled team training sessions for the month, Obito spent a lot of time at the Nagareboshi Café.

“So, the trouble started there?” I prompted, since he’d fallen silent to let me think. Or let himself think. Either-or.

“Kinda?”

I nudged the plate closer to his nose.

“You’re awful,” said Obito, but bit one in half anyway. After swallowing, he explained, “Do you ever see people you know in your dreams?”

I didn’t exactly dream normally, but I definitely experienced something like that. “Yep. Why?”

“So do I, basically all the time.” Obito dropped his chin to the table again, half a dorayaki in his hand. “Like, sometimes Kakashi gets his ass kicked by like a talking marshmallow or something. Or I dream about finding cats, or like sometimes I’m looking out onto a river when the water keeps going up past my feet and I can’t run.”

“Pretty sure that last one’s a nightmare,” I said.

“Yeah, probably.” Obito cleared his throat. “And like, uh, sometimes the dreams are less super weird and more, uh… not.”

I kicked him under the table.

“Ow! Kei, I’m getting to it.”

“You’re circling the drain,” I told him.

“Sheesh, see if I ever tell you secrets again,” he griped. “Kakashi’d at least just make fun of me once.”

I waited.

“Okay, okay, I wouldn’t cut you off like that,” Obito admitted. He sighed mightily, making me raise both of my eyebrows. That was certainly odd for a teenage boy on as much sugar as he’d just consumed. “You know how I was nervous coming here? Like, I can feel myself just break out into a sweat when I’m anywhere near Tomo-chan.”

“You don’t say,” I told him flatly.

Obito pretended I hadn’t just decided to be sardonic at him. “And lately, I’ve been having these weird thoughts. And they’ve been crossing over into dreams.”

I assembled more dorayaki and gestured for him to continue.

“You know how Tomo-chan hugs…basically everybody?”

Having owned the title of “most frequent recipient of Tomoko hugs” five years running, I nodded. “Hard to miss.”

“Right.” His face turned faintly pink. “I’m making it weird, I think.”

“Weird how?” I asked, though the hamster wheel in the back of my head was starting to turn. “Has she been doing it differently?”

“No, it’s more like…” Obito stared down at the table. After a second or two, he pried his goggles from over his eyes and placed them atop his headband’s metal plate, rubbing at the marks it left in his face. “It’s like… She’s really warm.”

Well, duh.

“And, uh…” The tips of Obito’s ears reddened, too. “She’s soft, so when she hugs me, I don’t…really want to let go? But I have to when she does, or else it’s weird. And I guess I’m noticing more when she sticks her face here.” He rubbed awkwardly at where his neck met his shoulder, as though feeling phantom sensation. “And when she does, I can’t help but just want to hang on so it doesn’t end so fast, and then the first thing happens again.”

I resisted the urge to reintroduce my palm to my forehead with a loud smack. Because this? This was getting into the kind of territory that I’d never been completely comfortable with.

Teenage crushes.

Joy of fucking joys.

Still, because I was the big sister friend, I said, “So, how long has this been going on?”

“Um, a couple weeks.” Obito met my gaze. “At first, I figured I was just allergic to something and needed to figure out what.”

“That clearly didn’t pan out,” I said.

“Well, it was pretty obvious it wasn’t gonna once the dreams kicked in.” Obito made a face. “I mean, I’ve had…”

“Weird dreams?” I filled in, my voice still dry.

“Yeah,” Obito mumbled. He’d managed to push the blush away, but now it was back with a vengeance. “I, uh, don’t get them about Rin anymore. And I thought…” His hands wrung together.

“Obito, the only person who doesn’t know about your huge crush on Rin is Rin.” Well. Actually… “Unless it’s gone now?”

“I mean, I still like Rin,” Obito said immediately, almost frantic. “But—But maybe not the same way?” His voice dropped into a whisper as he ducked his head. “I mean, I don’t get all weird around Rin anymore, do I?”

“You’ve followed Rin around like a puppy since I’ve known you,” I said, setting the spatula aside. I planted my elbow on the table and leaned on it, tilting my head to try and peer at his face. “Like, you couldn’t’ve made it more obvious if you ran around wearing a shirt that said ‘Obito Loves Rin’ on the front and ‘I’m Obito’ on the back. You’re not gonna be any less obvious if the crush latches onto Tomo instead.”

Obito made a funny gurgling noise in the back of his throat.

I heroically resisted the urge to grab Obito’s goggles, pull, and let them snap back onto his head with enough force to bowl him ass over teakettle backwards. He didn’t get to escape this conversation by melting into goo after having dragged me into it.

“She’s my friend.” Obito’s voice was more a wail than anything. Just quiet and muffled by the table. “I’m making it weird and I can’t make it stop!” Miserably, he added, “Maybe it’s because like…some part of me doesn’t want it to, and I can’t make that stop either.”

I considered the embarrassed ball of whining teenager my mostly-brother had turned into. “So… We’ve successfully figured out that you have a huge crush on Tomo. And that you totally lied to me about not being able to go to Rin.”

Obito didn’t protest.

“What are you going to do about it?” I asked.

“I don’t know.”

“The whole ‘hold my feelings in until I die of old age or Rin’s crush on Kakashi wears off’ method didn’t work for the last one,” I pointed out. It cut very close to an unpleasant potential future I didn’t want to think about, but maybe making a joke of it would take the edge off. “Might wanna try something different for this.”

“Your advice sucks,” Obito said, glaring at me.

“Tomo wouldn’t notice your crush unless you asked to kiss her,” I went on, fairly mercilessly. “Do you want to?”

Obito more resembled a tomato than a shinobi. “Kei!”

“That’s not a ‘no,’” I said.

“No, it’s not a ‘no,’ but you can’t just ask someone that!”

“Why not?”

“You just can’t!”

“That’s not a reason,” I said, crossing my arms.

Obito jerked his head away, visibly biting his lip. His flush faded quickly this time.

“What is it?” I asked.

“We were both there when she talked about Tai,” Obito said finally, and my stomach sank a little at the name.

I’d decided if I ever got my hands on Tomoko’s shitty former friend, I’d rip his hair out by the roots. In the meantime, speaking the name of that person felt like admitting there was a chance I wouldn’t be violent.

Obito apparently didn’t believe in unpersoning someone and letting the memory die a cold, lonely death.

“I-I can’t break her heart like he did.” Obito’s earnest expression was a little heartbreaking. “I just can’t.”

“Do you think you’re going to?” I asked.

“Well, I mean, Tai hurt her without knowing. I can’t know if I don’t know, you know?” Obito talked in circles when uncertain, like it put off the answer until a time when he wouldn’t be on the spot.

No such luck for him. “The guy used Tomo as a punching bag. You have the basic capacity to ask people what’s wrong and change your behavior to avoid hurting people.” If there was a thread of vibrating rage cutting through my words, Obito likely didn’t hear it. “Don’t compare yourself to that scumbag.”

“He was Tomo-chan’s friend first, though. And that’s a—”

“Hey,” I interrupted. “Do you think I’m going to hurt you?”

“No?”

“Or Tomo? Or Kakashi or Rin?” I rattled off, faster.

“No!” Obito looked offended on my behalf. “Who’s saying stuff like that?”

I sliced through the air between us with one hand, silencing him. “Obito, you aren’t him. If you can’t trust yourself to be considerate, that’s one thing, but this isn’t even you talking. You’re letting fear run away with you.”

“Tomo-chan deserves better than—”

I grabbed Obito’s dorayaki out of his hand.

“Hey!”

“You don’t get this back until you stop talking like that,” I informed him. “Don’t even think you’re faster than me.”

“You’re just saying that because I don’t have my Sharingan yet!”

And he would, eventually. But that wasn’t now.

“And since you don’t, you’re just gonna have to listen to me,” I said, gesturing with the half-a-pancake. While he glared at me, I asked, “Do you like Tomo?”

“You know I do,” Obito snapped.

“Do you ever want to hurt her feelings?”

“Of course not!”

Well, then maybe he’d forgive me for being rather rough with his right now. It was the angriest friend pep-talk I’d given in my life, and it was still in progress. “Then what do you want to do? You, not that asshole’s whiny ghost.”

“I—” Obito hesitated. He lost steam.

“You aren’t him.” I dropped the dorayaki back on the plate. “You’re Obito.”

“I…” Obito swallowed, as though his mouth was suddenly dry. “I want to hold her hand. I want to hug her. I just… I hope she’s happy with me around.”

It wasn’t like Obito could read chakra yet, but… “Believe me, she is.”

Obito huffed a laugh. “You’d know, I guess.”

More or less. “Do you want to help her be happy?”

“I do.” Obito knew that for sure, at least. “I just don’t know how to…do that. I think all I do is scare her.”

I mean, your potential scares the hell outta me, but that’s not exactly the point, I thought. “What Tomo’s scared of is people getting hurt. You definitely included. Which, given our jobs, is kinda part of the package.”

Leaving aside the question of foreknowledge, shinobi life was genuinely dangerous. Tomoko knew damn well that people around her could get hurt or killed without any chance for her to weigh in until the crisis was over. If she couldn’t accept that, Tomoko would’ve kept her head down from the start.

“You can’t control stuff like that,” I said, after a bit of a pause. I leaned forward on my elbows. “But you can control your own actions. Again, what do you want to do?”

Obito’s gaze darted around. “You’re sure I can’t just not say anything…?”

“Oh, you could do that. It just didn’t work the first time,” I said lightly. “So, pick your poison.”

“You suck,” Obito complained. “How the hell did I get stuck with such a jerk for a best friend?”

“Oh, like I’m the one who’s making your life difficult right now. That’s all you.”

Obito blew out a frustrated breath. “So like…if I wanted to tell her, then, what do you think I should do?”

I shrugged. “Something totally not subtle at all.”

“Sensei says I don’t know what ‘subtle’ is,” said Obito, “but you’re the one who keeps trying to use explosive tags in sparring matches.”

Pff, whatever. I hadn’t gotten close to actually tagging Sensei yet. “Don’t turn this back on me.” I drummed my fingers on the table. Without apparently noticing, Obito did much the same on his arm as we thought. Finally, I said, “If you’re gonna do this confession thing, you have to make it absolutely clear. Tomo throws around ‘I love you’ hard enough to concuss bystanders, so just throwing her phrasing back is gonna get you nowhere. Like, make it really clear.”

Obito buried his face in his hands. “Why did I come here for advice?”

“Because I know Tomo better than anybody ‘cept maybe her parents?” And her split personality fragment. Without letting him respond, I said, “You might have to try more than once. But I swear, if you let her leave with some kinda goofy misunderstanding, I’ll throw these things at you until you fix it.” I pointed at the dorayaki, then crossed my arms with an even more stubborn air. “I am not putting up with unresolved crush drama.”

“Should I just get a bunch of roses?” Obito asked, half-sarcastically. He measured what’d probably be a solid two-dozen blooms in a bouquet, if he hadn’t just been holding empty air. “Maybe then she’d get it?”

“If they’re red, probably?” I wasn’t exactly a member of the hanakotoba club or anything, but I did know that different flowers had different meanings. And that Tomoko would read anything as platonic if at all possible.

“And if I yell ‘I’m in love with you!’ in public?” Obito went on, now apparently finding his footing.

“You say that, but she got up in the middle of the stands and said pretty much the same thing during the Chūnin Exams, while waving a huge flag.”

“Oh shit. I forgot for a second.” Obito’s blush was back.

“Like I said. Do not leave room for interpretation. Or misinterpretation.” I finally reached out and patted his shoulder. “Good fucking luck, man.”

Obito groaned. “Now that you’ve said it, I know I’m gonna need it.”

“You two had better not include cursing in your master plan,” said Mom from the kitchen. Like she hadn’t been there the whole time, listening to our ongoing drama. She stuck her head around the corner again. “Tomoko-chan deserves better than that.”

I gesticulated with both hands and a spatula. “But does she deserve better than Obito?”

Mom looked Obito up and down like I had, and he looked like he wanted to sink into the floor and disappear.

“You suit each other just fine,” said Mom.

“That’s what I said!” I pumped an arm in victory.

“I can’t take much more of this.” Obito still accepted the pile of dorayaki when I shoved them at him again. “Why is being in love so stressful?”

“Dunno. But hey.” I patted his shoulder a little more gently this time. “You’ll be cute together.”

“Please shut up.”

“Never.”

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The promised day was really just about a week later, because finding roses in winter was more annoying than it really had to be. We talked to Kakashi about it, got nowhere, and then went to Kushina in desperation when he told us to basically fuck off and leave him alone.

She pointed us at the Yamanaka clan, because she had most of her shit in order.

Then.

The day.

Arrived.

It was like watching a slow motion train wreck in the middle of Nagareboshi Café.

And Obito tried.

“Tomo-chan,” he began, hiding the bouquet with little success behind his back. “I—I love you.”

Kakashi rolled his eyes.

I sighed through my nose.

“I love you too, Obi!” Tomoko said, because of course she did. It didn’t take a Hyuga to notice that the words hadn’t sunk in properly, merely being interpreted as another sign of friendship. “I’m really glad we’re friends.”

“Ouch,” said Kakashi, inaudible to the goofball couple.

I twitched with the urge to kick him under the table, but too many parents were in the immediate area. I’d probably get yelled at almost instantly.

“So, um, I got you this bouquet…” Obito trailed off a little uncertainly. “To, um, thank you for everything.”

Kakashi looked like he shared the urge to facepalm. Obito had lost the thread a little.

Our observation wasn’t all that subtle by shinobi standards, but Tomoko didn’t exactly know that we were here for a specific event. She just figured we showed up for the free food, which was fair.

At least her focus was still on Obito.

“This is painful,” my dad muttered, only to be elbowed from both sides by my mom and my brother. “Ow!”

Tomoko’s expression lit up. “They’re beautiful. I think there’s a vase to put them right… here…”

“They’re red roses,” Obito said, with the slightest tinge of desperation for her to get the message.

“Yeah, th—” Tomoko froze mid-word like a badly buffering video. “O-Obi? This is—um—eh?” Her voice pitched upward, tossed in wild waves of stammering emotion, as her big blue eyes locked directly on Obito’s crimson face. “Eh?!”

“I, um…” Obito and Tomoko at least matched. Any redder and cars would treat them like traffic lights.

If there were any cars around here, anyway.

“Wh-when I say ‘I love you,’ I mean I’m in love with y-you,” Obito said. “In c-case that wasn’t clear!”

Tomoko squeaked. “I—Obi?!”

“He thinks you’re super cute!” Dad yelled from the back of the shop, before Hayate hissed at him to stop helping.

“B-but—” She sounded one step short of hyperventilating, so I started to slide out of my seat. Maybe I’d be needed, medically. Like, for once in this entire sequence of events.

Kakashi stopped me immediately.

Better let the kids sort it out.

“Ohgod,” Tomoko said frantically, “I—I—I thought you liked Rin?!”

Oh, great. I could feel Obito’s chakra flicker uncertainly. Way to shoot yourself in the foot, both of you.

Tomoko’s feelings weren’t difficult to parse out. There was a little happy balloon in the middle of a whole rat’s nest of sharpened punji stakes. It drifted close to popping itself on such insecurities as “canon compliance” and “but he’s not into me” any direction it turned.

“Not me,” she half-mumbled, only a short hop from denial to the dangerous zone of actually hurting Obito. “Wh-why me? I-I mean—”

Not even Tomoko could miss the way Obito’s face fell, even as he gently took her bouquet-occupied hands in his.

“I-I mean, I’m honored—b-but I—” Her head jerked away from his face and toward the piano. She vented all of her feelings through ninshu, so not having the release valve was probably making her even more nervous. “A-are you sure? About me?”

“I’m sure about me,” Obito said, his voice a little faint. “B-but now I’m less sure about y-your feelings.”

“D-don’t be!”

“This is actually, legitimately painful,” Kakashi muttered.

I thought that over and decided I agreed. Sheesh, the secondhand embarrassment was thick enough to cut. It was gonna fall and smother the lot of us. “At least it’s not you over there, right?”

Kakashi snorted, his chakra buzzing with the agitation of someone trapped in a social situation ANBU would kill to escape.

Tomoko let out a hiccup. Though she was careful not to squeeze the bouquet too hard in case there were thorns hidden somewhere, she gripped Obito’s hands back with enough force that their knuckles went simultaneously white.

Hope buoyed Obito’s chakra. “T-Tomo-chan…”

“I-I do like you, Obi. I just don’t know how much I do compared to you.” While Tomoko spoke in her sincere way, I made a mental note to buy a spray bottle. She needed some kind of way to discourage negative self-talk, but now wasn’t the time. “But, um, I’m willing to find out more with you by my side.” Her voice tilted upward, not quite a question. “If that’s okay?”

“Definitely.” Obito beamed.

Tomoko matched that smile.

#the sea and stars #keisuke gekko #obito uchiha #hoshino tomoko #kakashi hatake #miyako gekko #wataru gekko #gift fic #snippets

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Moment with little queen; Queen x child reader

*Author’s note*

After the AMAZING success of “baby queen’s first word and steps” I’ve been putting a LOT of work and effort into this little head cannon (first time doing one) plus combined oneshot just to show you all what I’ve had in mind. Just so that I could save some time trying to write a oneshot for every single member of Queen when I’m trying to get through not only requests but my two current running series “Rock angel” and “Mother dragon” so I decided to do this till I can get up a real oneshot with the reader starting to date (as some of you have suggested I do).

Okay so not really much warning EXCEPT for Roger’s that deals with some serious stuff cause of the SOB P**l P**nter so just expect some serious stuff to go on in that. But other than that FLUFF ALL THE WAY FOR ALL 4 HC AND ONESHOTS.

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John Deacon:

· As you know our Deacy is the peacemaker of the three Queens.

· But also the sassiest little shit ever (cause c’mon let’s be honest).

· But when it comes to our little baby Queen, he’s a pile of mush and will do anything she asks.

· Even after becoming a father up to this point with two boys, he can’t help but dote on his little niece.

· He’s always there to help her out, especially when the three other men are arguing or too busy.

· He’s her advice giver, her comforter, and is always offering his shoulder or chest to cry on when she gets scared or feels lonely.

· Next to Roger, Deacy is practically the KING of playfully teasing her. Whether mixing up her words, or threatening her with the appearance of a certain ‘monster’ coming to get her.

· More or less you could say he’s a protective doggie around her. Soft and cuddly around her but mess with her, watch out! He’ll lash out in the best verbal way he is known for to cut you down to size if you threaten or mess with his beloved baby girl.

· Nicknames for her: Love, bumblebee (when she’s really sad or frightened), dearie, bear cub (for their games), sweetheart.

*Jan. 17th, 1978*

John was by himself in the corner trying to perfect this one song he had planned for the upcoming album “News of the world”. He wanted to make this song superb to what he envisioned and something that the lads could get on board on, but of course even if they didn’t he had a secret weapon to help convince them. A weapon that was actually taking her afternoon nap in the other room of the studio on the couch.

Wanting to see if she was still asleep (because cheeky little thing sometimes wakes up in the middle of her nap), he decided to go in and do it himself since the other three were too busy with the current song they were trying to find the right levels too. He walked into the other room hoping to see the little five year old napping peacefully.

But instead the first thing he heard were her whimpers of distress and fear and he saw her thrash her head from side to side. Deacy raced in and knelt down by the couch and said to her.

“(Y/n), (y/n) wake up.” The five year old shot up panting frantically as she looked around in fear. “It’s okay, it’s okay it’s me. It’s just me.”

“Uncle Deacy?”

“That’s right love. Are you alright?”

“What was it? Why am I so scared?”

“Sweetheart, I think you just had your first nightmare.”

“What’s a nightmare?” she asked innocently. Her eyes still brimming with tears.

“Well, a nightmare is another word for a bad or scary dream.” Deacy explained as he sat down beside her and wiped the tearstains from her cheeks. She cuddled into her uncle’s side and whimpered.

“It was scary uncle Deacy.”

“I know bumblebee, I know.” He cooed as he brought her onto his lap and allowed her head to rest over his heart, hoping that the sound of his heartbeat would calm her down. Just like he does with his two boys. “But it’s over now. I’m here, I’m right here my little bumblebee. You’re safe and nothing can hurt you now.”

“You promise?” she whimpered.

“I swear it. Here give me your hand.” He extended his hand out with his palm facing upward and she immediately placed her hand in his. He adjusted her so that he could now replace her head with her index finger and he made an X shape as he vowed, “Cross my heart and hope to die.”

“But I don’t want you to die!” She exclaimed.

“Don’t worry, I won’t die for a long, long time love.” He said as he stroked her father inherited long black hair. Deacy brought her back close to his chest as he now began to rock her softly from side to side as he leaned up against the couch. “Do you want to tell me what your dream was about?”

“It was dark—and—and scary. A monster he…..he was taking daddy away from me.”

“Aww love~”

“It was awful uncle Deacy. I ran and ran but no matter how fast I ran they were too far away.”

“It’s okay love. It was just a dream. Your daddy’s fine, he’s just in the next room working as usually with uncle Brian and papa Roger. Wanna see?” she sniffled and nodded.

Deacy then picked her up and held her close to his chest as her arms wrapped around his neck and the two of them went over to the door and peeked through the window, and when (y/n) saw what her uncle said was true, she began to relax.

“See?” she nodded. “You want to try and go back to sleep?”

“But what if the monster comes back and tries to take him away from me again?”

“Don’t worry, I won’t let anything happen to your dad. He’s well protected by the three of us, including your mum. Okay?” she nodded softly and whispered.

“Okay.” Deacy then brought her back to the couch and tucked her in and said.

“Besides, I think I’d be more concerned about yourself.”

“Why?”

“Well—you didn’t hear that?”

“Here what?” she asked inquired as she sat up and looked around.

“Something just appeared under the couch.” He crouched down to look under the couch, “It—uh-oh it’s your favorite monster.” Deacy teased as he now slowly rose up with his hands up as he wriggled his fingers and grinned devilishly at his niece.

She shrieked and instantly dove right under the covers. Deacy chuckled deviously and said.

“Aww where’s my little dearie? I heard she was sad so I came along to cheer her up. Hmm, where could she be?” He began poking and prodding around the blanket which made her squirm and giggle. “What’s this? Why’s this blanket giggling? What a weird blanket. I’ve never seen anything like it, what happens if I do this?” he wriggled his fingers into her side. “Oh-hohoho. This blanket seems to be ticklish, hmm?”

(Y/n) couldn’t contain her laughter as her uncle kept teasing her with the infamous tickle monster. She was laughing and fidgeting so much that by the time she realized that she had now exposed her feet out of the blanket, it was too late.

“Ohh what have we here? Cute tiny fairy feet?”

“No!” she laughed out as she tried to pull her feet back in but Deacy had a strong but gentle grip on them.

“It talks! I wonder…..” soon the blanket was removed exposing (y/n)’s head and when she was revealed, Deacy gasped and said, “There’s my favorite bear cub. I thought I recognized these feet. Tell me do you think you can help a little mouse find his house?”

“Nohohoho!” she laughed out trying to break free.

“No? Why my baby bear cub why must you be so rude? All he wants is to find his home so he can be safe and warm. Well if you won’t I will.” He then began to lightly tickle around her feet as he recited a little ‘tickle rhyme’ as he and Roger liked to call them. “There was a little mouse, looking for his house; Not here,”

“Uncle Deacy! Plehehehease!” He then moved to her exposed neck and began tickling around there making her tense up giggling as he continued, “Not here,” he then suddenly threw the blanket aside exposing her entire body as he now went for the kill and began tickling her most ticklish spot, her tummy. “But here, here, here!”

“Nohohohoh! Not thhehehere!” Deacy kept tickling her for a couple more seconds before finally ceasing his attack. She was in post giggles as Deacy just grinned down chuckling at her.

“You okay there love?”

“I’m fine, thanks uncle Deacy.”

“Anytime love. I figure there’ll be no more nightmares from now on.” He took back the blanket and tucked it back around her and settled her down back against the couch and lay her head on the pillow. “No more nightmares?”

“No more nightmares.” She said determinedly.

“You promise?”

“I promise.”

“Good because who know whose gonna come back if you break that promise.” He teasingly threatened as he wriggled his right fingers in a tickle fashion making her shriek and him laugh. “Alright, time to go back to sleep. Your dad will come check on you in an hour, okay?” she nodded and he kissed her forehead but before he could stand up she said.

“Uncle Deacy?”

“What is it love?”

“Will you—will you sing me a lullaby?” he softly groaned and said.

“Oh love, you know I would if I could but, you know I can’t sing.”

“Please? Pleeease?” she extended the E cutely as she looked up at him with the famed puppy dog eyes.

“Ahh don’t make that face. Who even taught you how to pout like that? Your mum?” she nodded and he muttered, “I knew it.”

“Pwease uncle Deacy?” he sighed heavily and said as he leaned his forehead against hers making his nose touch hers.

“One of these days that face won’t work on me. But today is not that day.” She quietly cheered happily as Deacy sat himself down once again but this time she lifted herself up and rested her head in his lap as he stroked through her hair, “This is a new one I’ve been working on for the album actually. It’s not finished but I hope you like it.”

He then softly began to sing his new song that he has called ‘Spread your wings’. It was a nice ballad like song that soon sent (y/n) back off into dreamland. When he finished singing what he had, he looked down to see his niece sound asleep.

He softly smiled and very carefully put her back on the bed and brushed away the black strands of hair away from her face. “Goodnight my little bumblebee, dream sweet dreams.” He kissed her forehead and quietly left the room allowing her to continue her nap.

And dream sweet dreams

Brian May:

· If you want a teacher, look no further.

· Brian May to our beloved little Queen is the best teacher she could ever ask for.

· He’s always teaching her about the stars in the sky.

· But of course to a child using all those big words she either doesn’t get it or understand so little headaches come with Brian as a teacher.

· Like Deacy, Brian’s calm demeanor is like a warm blanket surrounding her.

· He’s always the first one she goes to whenever it comes to singing a lullaby to her unless he’s busy but nine times out of ten she’s preferred Brian’s voice) because of the gentleness and warmness of it. (can’t explain it any further but you get the picture.)

· Whenever she feels lonely or homesick, he’s always the first one to notice a change in her aura.

· He’ll just hold her and have her talk about what’s bothering her in her own way in her own time.

· Nicknames: Star (anything having to do with the word star like my bright star or my shining star, etc.), darling, sweetie, my bright aurora (like the aurora borealis), love, poppet.

*Nov. 25th, 1981. Montreal, Canada*

It was after a very successful concert in Montreal. It was also a relief because now it meant that the ‘filming concerts’ were finally over. It sometimes would affect the boys’ performance or it just made some of the audience members uncomfortable as they now had deal with a camera hanging over them or turning towards them and they felt like they’d rather watch the camera than the band.

But thankfully it was finally over and done with and now the guys could focus back onto just performing before the audience. Everyone was backstage doing a successful after show party in celebration of that (mostly because of the success of the future film hits it would make).

Since things were starting to get a little hectic in the building, Brian decided to step out just for some fresh air when he noticed a small figure sitting against the building. Through the lamplights near and above the stadium, he could see that leaning up against the building was his niece.

“(Y/n)?” she looked up and said.

“Oh hey uncle Brian. The show was awesome, you all were wonderful.”

“Thanks darling, but why are you out here alone?”

“Just needed to clear my head is all.” He was skeptical at first but he said.

“Alright, would you mind some company?” she shook her head no and gestured for her uncle to take a seat beside her. “So you really enjoyed the concert?” she nodded with a soft smile. “What was your favorite performance?”

“Why must you make me choose?” she whined out.

“Because we want to see what our little Queen has enjoyed the most about each performance. As long as you don’t say ‘I’m in love with my car’ then we’re good.” They both laughed at Brian’s teasing comment and (y/n) finally answered.

“Well, I think this rendition of ‘Somebody to love’ will forever be my favorite from now on.” Brian nodded in agreement. “Then again it’s always been my favorite Queen song.”

“And there’s no shame in that. Your father definitely came through with that song. Even if most record charts don’t say it’s in our top ranking, the only opinion that matters is yours.” He gently ruffled her head making her giggle softly.

The two of them looked back up at the sky and could see the faint glimmer of the stars, but due to all these streetlights, they couldn’t see them all.

“You wanna head for that park just down the road from here?”

“Yeah, let’s go.” They stood up and Brian managed to get one of the drivers that drove them all to the concert hall and asked him to take them over to the park for some quiet time together at the park.

When they arrived, immediately (y/n) took off running for the first thing that caught her attention in the park; the swings.

Out of anything in all playgrounds or parks if there was a swing, you bet you will see 8 year old (y/n) Austin-Mercury right on the swing.

“Uncle Brian can you push me on the swing?”

“I would be honored your royal majesty.” Brian teased with a mock bow with his hand over his chest. She playfully rolled her eyes at her uncle’s antics but soon felt him gently push her on the swing. As this continued on for a little while longer, (y/n) soon spoke up.

“Uncle Brian?”

“Hmm?”

“Do—do you miss home?” Brian gripped the rails of the swing and slowly stopped it before coming around to kneel before his niece.

“Sometimes, do you?”

“A little. Mostly I just miss mum. I wish she could come to every show like she used to. But now she doesn’t anymore because her and dad split up, I—”

“Oh love,” he gently wiped away a tear that had slipped out of the young girl’s eye. “Being on the road is hard at times. Trust me, when our first tour in Japan began, I was homesick to the max. I knew I wanted to keep going for the band’s sake but I couldn’t help but miss my own home. It’s natural for you to feel that way coming on the road with us.”

“I didn’t want to tell dad because I thought he’d get mad. Prenter said that’ll happen if I try to go back home.”

“First of all; never listen to that twat. He doesn’t know anything. He’s not as smart as you are.” He said as he gently bopped her nose which made a smile come across her face, “Second; you don’t always have to come if you don’t feel like it. We’ll understand if you would just rather watch us on the telly. God knows that’s been happening a lot lately, especially with this tour. If you ever feel like you want to stay at home with your mum, that’s fine. We’ll call every night when we can.”

She nodded but still looked a bit sad as she now stared down at her hands which now sat in her lap. Brian looked up at the stars then back down to his niece and said.

“Come with me (y/n). I want to show you something.” He picked her up from the swing and the two of them walked up a nearby hill underneath a tree that gave the best clearing for stargazing.

Brian set himself down before guiding (y/n) to sit between his legs and he wrapped his arms around her.

“You remember all those lessons I taught you about the stars and everything regarding the universe.”

“Oh no this isn’t one of those long lectures again is it?” Brian playfully scowled at her and said.

“No not this time yah little ankle bitter.” He lightly pinched her cheek before continuing, “What I’m going to tell you is that no matter where one is in the world, whether here on earth on this side of the Atlantic or the next, or even into the depth of outer space, the stars never change. Everyone looks up at the same sky, the same stars. Some even believe that the stars are there to help guide lost souls back home.”

“Really?”

“Mm-hmm.”

“Do you believe that theory?”

“I’d like to think that’s one of the many theories we have stars. So you see (y/n), even though we are far from those that we love for a time, so long as we look up to the stars, we find ourselves home again. For our loved ones look up at that same sky, no matter what.” (Y/n) and Brian kept their focus on the sky and saw each star twinkle and shine in the pitch black sky.

“Oh darling look!” Brian exclaimed as he pointed outward and to their surprise they saw a shooting star.

“A shooting star!”

“Hurry and make a wish love.” She closed her eyes and crossed her arms over her chest in an X formation as her two fingers crossed. “So what did you wish for?”

“Uncle Brian, you know that if I tell it, it won’t come true.”

“Right of course, silly me.” He teased. Brian then leaned his forehead against (y/n)’s and softly whispered, “I love you my shining star.”

“Love you too Uncle Brian. Will you—sing your song 39 for me?”

“Hadn’t done that song in a while, but for you anytime.” She then lay her head across her uncle’s lap and as he stroked through her hair, he teased, “First time doing this acapella really. But I hope you enjoy it either way poppet.” He then began humming the first few bars before finally beginning to sing.

If (y/n) was honest, out of her four family members, she always favored her uncle Brian’s voice. Sure her father’s voice could go into ranges most people can’t hit because of his additional incisors, and her godfather definitely had that voice that can either break glass or send shivers as he would give it that growl affect but also sound so soft.

It was Brian’s voice that was that feel-good feeling of the high-low range. It almost sounded angelic whenever he sung alone. It just made her feel so good inside and she could just listen to her uncle sing forever if she could. As the song was drawing to a close, (y/n) had managed to fall asleep.

When Brian took notice of his now sleeping niece, he couldn’t help but smile softly and lightly kiss her nose and he whispered.

“Goodnight my little stardust, sail through the cosmos in your dreams my darling.”

Roger Taylor:

· Okay let’s be real here.

· As said before from day one Roger has absolutely gone GAGA OVER THIS LITTLE GIRL.

· Spoils her to no END.

· NO BOUNDARIES

· NO RULES

· JUST FUN! FUN! FUN! FUN! FUN! FUN!

· Well of course he had to set some rules with her, otherwise she’d walk all over him, but I’m not lying when I say he spoils her.

· Even when he ever has a girl on his either arm, if his goddaughter needs him, he’s off like a shot even if it’s just for a glass of water.

· Like Deacy, he’s also the KING of endless teasing and playing around with her, especially when it comes to their favorite game “Lions on the Savannah”.

· Cause ever since he bought her that stuffed lion at 1 year old, lions have always been her favorite animal. So much so that she even named her stuffed lion after her godfather.

· And for warning, you ever hurt, harm or even give this baby girl the wrong look, you’ll be facing the wrath of a true Leo. Deacy is the verbal attack, Roger won’t hesitate to get physical and he don’t mind going to prison for it. NEVER. MESS. WITH. THIS. LEO’S. GODCHILD.

· Nicknames: Lovie, lovely, lion cub, dearie, my true beauty.

*May 1st, 1983*

It was a lovely spring day in London. Queen was currently on break from touring and just spending quality time at home with their families after being away for 7 months. In the backyard at Garden Lodge, something was moving through the tall grass of the garden, a stuffed lion was sitting there in the open fields of the backyard.

Silently stalking through the grass was 10 year old (y/n). She was down on all fours as she crept up towards her stuffed lion. She waited patiently as she stalked a little closer and waited once more before finally roaring out and tackled her lion, roaring like a lion that just caught its prey.

“Well, well it would appear her majesty has taken on the rival threat and single handedly won to protect my kingdom.” At hearing that voice she immediately shot up and turned around to see her beloved godfather on the ground just a few feet away from her.

“Papa!” she raced up towards him and tackled him down to the grass. The two of them laughing and rolling around in the dirt.

“Oh my lion cub you’re getting so big. Please stop growing.”

“Never!”

“Not even if your king commands it.” He proclaimed with a wave of his hand like a king making a proclamation.

“Especially that.”

“Ohh little rebel are you, does that make you my rival then? Have you turned rouge you cheeky little thing?”

“Maybe, you never know when I can strike out.” She mocked as she got into a pouncing position on all fours.

“I wouldn’t go bragging about it though love, you never know when you’ll be punished by your treachery!” Suddenly he lunged at her and took her in his arms as he gave her a playful noogie making her cry out as she tried to get out of her godfather’s arms.

“Hey no! No! Gah grr!” once she got out of his strong grip she pounced on him. “Come here!” Roger quickly got up and began racing around the garden as he laughed with his goddaughter chasing after him. When she finally caught him by jumping onto his back, Roger slowly tumbled down onto his knees.

The two rolling around once more laughing as (y/n) had her godfather pinned. She lay across his back, having her arms crossed over his shoulders as she said.

“Papa Roger,”

“Hmm?”

“We’re pals right?” He smiled and said.

“Right.”

“And we’ll always be together, right?” He got up which caused (y/n) to slide off his back and he picked her up to sit her between his legs as he said.

“Right till the end lovie. No matter what you’ll always be my true beauty.” He placed his forehead against her temple, allowing his nose to press against her cheek as he nuzzled her lovingly, like a lion does with his cub.

“I would’ve thought by now she’d outgrow these childish games? When will you both act like actual human beings for once.” An Irish tone spoke up. (Y/n) looked up while Roger glared hatefully at the man that now stood before them.

Paul Prenter.

“Your father wishes to see you (y/n). I suggest you love your actual father and not someone who isn’t even related by blood.” She narrowed her eyes and clung onto Roger while Roger now spoke up.

“Do you mind pissing off Prenter? By law I am required to love her as I am her godfather.”

“An irresponsible, sex-addict like you taking care of a child? The day that happens is the day that I find myself dead on the ground.” With all his might he wanted to beat the shit out of Paul.

“You can’t talk to him like that!” snapped (y/n).

“Never talk back to your elders lassie. Now clean yourself up you’re absolutely filthy like a dirty mutt.”

“Talk to her that way again and I’ll throw you over the bloody house!” Roger snarled. As Paul glared at the two and walked away, Roger suddenly got an idea. “Lovie, how well is your stalking?”

“I’m as quiet as a mouse. Roger 2 never suspects a thing. Why?” Roger smirked mischievously as he whispered.

“I think I’ve found you some live prey to practice on.” He turned back to Paul and called out, “Oi Prenter?”

“What now?”

“You know; if you want to impress Fred he always loves it when he’s given roses.” This got Paul intrigued.

“Really?”

“Oh yes, he especially likes the red ones. They’re just over there.” Paul then went over to the roses and knelt down to try and find the best and beautiful roses to give to Freddie. “Okay my little lioness, get ready.”

Already getting at what her godfather was wanting her to do, she got into position. She got down on all fours into her pounce position. “Stay low to the ground.” Roger whispered as he placed his hand on her lower back telling her to not have her butt sticking in the air.

“Yeah okay stay low to the ground, right got it.”

“Shh, not a sound.” He whispered deviously.

As Paul continued to browse through the rose bushes he was completely oblivious to what was going on behind him.

Suddenly he felt a force pounce on him and a roar from behind making him scream out and he fell face first into the rose bushes. Roger was in complete hysterics as tears filled his eyes and his sides began to hurt.

(Y/n) let out a victorious roar as she got off of Paul trotting smugly back towards Roger.

“That was better than I could imagine!” he laughed. He held his hand out for a high-five to which she gave it to him and he hugged her and kissed the top of her head.

“Did I do good?”

“Oh lovie you were amazing. A true lioness of the savannah. C’mon champ, let’s get you a victory ice cream.” He picked her up bridal style and took her back inside for her just reward.

It was a few days after that day in the garden, and right now (y/n) was continuing her piano lessons since she promised her dad that she’d practice before her big recital coming up in a few weeks. Using the techniques that both her father and uncle Brian had taught her, she lost herself into the music and let the piece take her away so that the piece had more meaning and emotion behind her playing.

But her concentration was broken when the door was forced open. She stopped playing and her heart began racing. She didn’t hear any voice and she was afraid it was a thief coming to rob them, so she did the best thing she could.

She raced outside next door to her mum’s place. She banged on the door but there was no answer. It wasn’t until she realized that her mum was at work right now and wouldn’t be back till later this evening.

She suddenly felt a hand grip her hair and when she looked up to see who it was, she was now looking into the piercing red eyes of Paul Prenter. His face covered with band-aids still trying to heal all the rose thorns that went into his face that day.

“You think this is all fun and games? You’re an insane, mental case. And if you don’t come quietly to be put away forever, then you can have your father as well as the rest of your ‘family’ kiss their Rockstar dreams goodbye.”

“Let go of me!”

“Think you’re so tough now? Well you aren’t without your godfather to back you up. You’re weak, pathetic.” He threw her down to the ground with such force that she heard a crack in her wrist as she had landed on it. She let out a cry of pain as she cradled it in her other hand.

(Y/n) crawled towards her father’s garden and Prenter merely followed behind her with a smug look on his face.

“They never really loved you, yah know. Especially Roger. He’s just using you. Like he does with all his girls. He’s pampering you lass, till you’re old enough to shag and then he’ll leave you hot and dry. Just like all the others.”

“Shut up you faggot!” She roared out.

“It’s true. He’s not what you think he is. Once a womanizer, always a womanizer.” She then let out as best as she could just to drone him out, her best and fiercest lion roar. “You think you’re a lion? Then prepared to get treated like one.” Prenter now stood over her ready to treat her like how some humans treat lions in the circus or zoos.

But before he could even touch her, a sucker punch was thrown across his face. The collar of his shirt was gripped and he was forced to look up and glaring down at him was a furious and beyond pissed, Roger Taylor.

A fist was raised in the air before he sent a punch across each cheek before forcing him backwards to uppercut him in the gut. He then sent a Spartan kick against his chest sending Prenter down to the ground.

Like a lion attacking a rival predator, Roger proceeded to beat the living shit out of Paul, giving him a few well deserved punches and kicks before finally pinning him down and choking him, his eyes burning with pure hatred while Paul’s shown nothing but absolutely fear.

“Roger….Roger please I wasn’t going to hurt—”

“SILENCE!!” He roared. “I heard what you planned on doing to her Prenter. If you ever come near my goddaughter again, I’ll show you just why I’m a leo. I assure you.”

“Please I’ll—I’ll do anything.”

“Get out!” Roger hissed before standing up, lifting Paul up and threw him aside. Paul coughed trying to regain some air as he just stood there frightenedly. Then Roger did something that was absolutely primal, he actually roared at Paul like the true Leo that he was which caused Prenter to tuck tail and run as fast as he could away from Freddie and Mary’s property.

With Prenter finally gone, his angry demeanor ceased as he now turned to his goddaughter who was on the ground cradling her hand in pain, trembling in fear. He slowly walked up to her and knelt down beside her. Very gently he brushed the hair away from her face and when she looked to see her godfather now hovering over her, she tried to sit up but by putting pressure on her right hand, she cried out in pain.

“Shhh, shh. Let me see it lovie.” She sniffled and held out her hand as she felt the gently calloused fingers of her godfather stroke around her wrist. But even the slightest touch caused her to cry out in pain. “I think it’s broken, I’ll take you to the hospital and have it checked out, c’mon dearie”. As he slowly picked her up, the slightest jostle of her wrist caused her to cry out in pain.

Tears began running down her face as she held her right hand trying to dull the pain.

“Shhh I know lovie, I know. It’s okay. It’s okay I’m gonna take care of you. You’ll be alright.” Roger comforted her as he took her to his car and drove off as fast as he could to the hospital.

Unfortunately she had broken her wrist and she was forced to wear a cast for the next 8 weeks which sadly meant she couldn’t do her piano recital and by missing a recital in her school, it meant automatic disbandment so she was kicked out of her piano school.

After hearing what Paul had done, he was immediately fired as Queen’s band assistant and officially kicked out of EMI as well as any other record company again. Of course witnesses who saw part of the story, tried to claim an assault case against Roger but based off the testimony of (y/n) and the evidence against Prenter, no charges were placed against Roger because he reacted in pure self-defense.

(Y/n) was currently in her room looking down at her newly cast arm that was supported by a sling that she needed to use for the next few days. A knock was heard and peeking in was Roger.

“Hey, can I come in?” she nodded and Roger came into her room and shut the door behind him. He slowly walked towards her and asked her, “You doing okay?”

“Yeah just fine.” (y/n) spoke solemnly. Sensing there was something wrong with her, Roger sighed and knelt down in front of her.

“Love I can tell when you’re lying. So c’mon out with it. Is it what Paul said to you? Because you know whatever he said isn’t true, whatever he said about you isn’t—”

“It’s not that papa. It’s not about anything that he said. I know he’s a liar and a cheat. It’s just that……” she trailed off as she looked away from her godfather. Roger waited patiently as he took her uninjured hand in his giving her silent encouragement to tell him, to show her that he was listening. “With my wrist busted like this, and now being kicked out of the school I—I feel like I failed dad. He worked so hard to get me into that school and I wanted him to be proud of me, I wanted all of you to be proud. But I guess I’ve disappointed all of you.”

“Oh love you could never disappoint us.” He gently cupped her chin between his thumb and index finger as he had her turn to look up at him. “That school was always too strict with their rules anyway, you’re better off without them. Your mum and dad can always find you a new school, or you can have private lessons with both your dad and Brian. I personally would go with the latter cause that means I get to spend more time with my best girl.” As he said the last statement, he wrapped his arm around her hugging her.

(Y/n) softly smiled and nuzzled into her godfather’s shoulder and he pressed a kiss on top of her head and said as he looked down at her.

“Now don’t you worry love. Soon you’ll have that cast off of you and you can go back to being the lion queen I know you to be.”

“Thanks papa Roger, I love you.”

“I love you too my little lion cub.” The two cuddled up to each other giving each other lion snuggles as they both liked to call it. “Besides, there’s one good thing that comes with having a cast.”

“What?” Roger stood up and went over to her desk and grabbed a sharpie before returning back and knelt down in front of her.

“Signatures filled with get well notes that you can look down at every day till it comes off. Now give me that arm.” She took it out of the sling and Roger delicately held it in one hand as he wrote something down on her arm, along with his signature. It read;

To my beloved lion cub,

Get better soon for your next hunt. I love you beyond time and space and always will. Never change lovie.

XOXO Roger Taylor aka papa lion.

He even grew to the best of his ability a picture of a lion’s face right next to his nickname she would sometimes call him.

“Can the others sign it as well?”

“Absolutely, c’mon let’s go.” The two of them stood up and headed downstairs and she got signatures from her family including her aunts, some of her dad’s trusted friends like Phoebe and Terry his driver, all filling her arm with good wishes and fast healing.

Freddie Mercury:

· Like all fathers, this man is the KING OF SPOILING HIS DAUGHTER.

· He always takes any chance to dote on his favorite girl (besides Mary of course).

· Ever since the day she first walked and talked, Freddie has tried everything to get his girl to be on her side.

· He tried to be the first one to teach her an instrument or how to sing.

· Whenever he’s home, he’s always the first one to sing her a lullaby or tell her a story.

· Have I mentioned that he really loves to spoil her to no end?

· In case it’s not clear, he does. Both he and Roger even sometimes have competitions to see who gives her the best gift.

· Which of course never works cause she loves them both so much and just can’t choose. AWWW 😊

· Nicknames: Darling, dear, lovely, princess, baby girl, sweetie pie, little kitten, angel.

*Feb. 11th, 1976*

It all began when she was just 3 years old. By watching her father, godfather and uncles ever since she was born, she’s always had an eye and ear out for music. Some pictures have shown that when she was just a few months old, either Roger or Freddie would have her sit in their laps with a toy piano or guitar, or when Roger would actually have her in his lap by his real drumkit with his sticks in her hands.

Even though she wasn’t quite ready to learn just yet, as Mary believed it would be too much pressure on her still developing brain, but it didn’t stop her when she saw her father at the piano-bed and she heard her dad humming what might’ve been a new song.

She quietly walked towards the bed and pulled herself up onto her mum and dad’s bed and crawled up towards him.

“Ahh there’s my little angel, have a good nap?” she nodded and asked him.

“What are you doing daddy?”

“Oh just fumbling about with the old piano bed. Had an idea for a song so I figured it needed to be played so that I could decide whether to keep it or just toss it aside.”

“It’s pretty.” She said.

“Thank you my darling, I think it has potential too.” She scooted herself closer to the piano and couldn’t help but stare at the black keys in front of her. She watched as her father continued playing, his black painted fingernails seeming to blend in with the keys as he played the song once again. As she heard the beautiful music come from the keys, she couldn’t help herself as she reached out and poked one of the lower note keys.

Freddie stopped playing and turned to see his daughter looking at the piano with pure fascination and awe but when she heard her dad stop playing, she looked up at him and he asked her teasingly.

“And just what do you think you’re doing princess?”

“Being like daddy.” Hearing that made Freddie smile proudly.

“Say darling, what would you say to me teaching you what I know?”

“Really?” she asked hopefully, her wide (e/c) eyes glowing with excitement.

“Absolutely. That way I can even rub this in your godfather’s face.” He muttered the last part to himself. “Come here dear.” She came up to her dad and he placed her on his lap. “You ready?”

“Ready daddy!”

“That’s my angel. Okay so first we start with the basic note. Let’s start off with C.” He then played the Middle C note. “Think of this as the heart of all the keys, set right at the middle and you can guide yourself by always finding the C chord. Try it my dear.” She lifted her hand and tried to find the Middle C but already she had forgotten since the keys were all similar. “Right here darling, it’s this key right here.” Her dad pointed out.

She then pressed the C note a couple of times and she smiled.

“Ahh excellent darling, now let’s try a scale up with three notes. We’ll go up the scale like this.” He then played the C, D and E chord. “You remember that movie mummy made us watch. The one that plays the scale song.” She nodded.

“That’s my favorite movie!”

“I know dear, now each key as said in the movie is a note of the scale. What you just did was play Do.”

“A deer, a female deer.” She sung along making Freddie chuckle.

“Exactly, now let’s try Do Re and Mi. Like this. Using your first three fingers to play the keys.” Freddie showed her first and then he allowed her to do it next. As he watched his daughter try to do the notes, he noticed she was struggling in using her tall finger and ring finger together. “Here darling, like this.”

“But it’s hard.” She whined.

“I know darling but you’re doing so good, here try it again.” It took awhile but she finally managed to use all three fingers instead of just one or two. “Oh princess, soon enough the band will replace me with you!” he praised as he picked her up and held her over his head.

As the minutes ticked by, she slowly began to master the basic scales of the piano.

“I did it daddy! I really did it!”

“Oh darling I am so proud of you, you truly are a master pianist. Just like me!” Freddie proclaimed as he embraced and rapidly kissed all over her face making her giggle.

“Does that mean I can play one of your songs now?”

“Ohh not yet princess, it takes years and years of practice before you can be able to play one of our songs.”

“Aww! But I wanna learn now!” she pouted.

“Okay little miss pouty face.” He teased as he began tickling her making her release her pout and squirm in her father’s lap as he laughed evilly at her. After getting rid of her pout, he held his daughter close and said again, “I’ll tell you what, put your hands on top of mine.” Freddie then placed his hands on top of the keys and his baby girl placed her tiny hands on top of his large ones.

He then began to play “In the lap of the Gods revisited”. (Y/n) kept her hands on top of her father’s and slowly slide her fingers till they sat over his as he played the song before starting to sing the song. Having heard the song many times before, (y/n) softly sung along to the words that she could understand, mostly the vocalization part of it.

Hearing her sing and ‘play’ along with him, Freddie couldn’t help but feel utter pride and warmth within him. Never did he imagine himself to be a father just when his music career was finally exploding off the charts since last year when ‘A Night at the Opera’ hit the charts. But he wouldn’t have it any other way as his little girl, the apple of his eye was taking an interest in learning to play from him. Not from her godfather.

“Oi Fred you in here!?” he suddenly stopped playing and hearing that voice (y/n) immediately perked up and raced on out of the room.

“Well it was nice while it lasted.” Muttered Fred as he got off the bed and walked in to see his daughter race up and hug Roger’s legs.

“And just who is this hugging my leg?” Roger teased.

“It’s me papa! (Y/n)!”

“No you can’t be (y/n), my (y/n) is surely not this big just yet.”

“Yes I am!” Roger knelt down and got into her face making her giggle and that’s when Roger picked her up and tossed her in the air and said.

“Okay you are her. Only my lovie can giggle like that. Jesus you’re growing so fast, stop it!” he said as he attacked her cheek with kisses.

“What’s going on guys?”

“Well if you’d answer phone, you’d know already.” Brian said as he saw that Freddie’s phone was once again off the hook.

“Reid wants us in his office to discuss our next tour in a few months, as well as to talk about our next upcoming singles.” Roger spoke as he kept his goddaughter in his arms.

“You’re going away again?” she asked sadly.

“Afraid so love, but it won’t be for another 3 months. You’ll have us until then.” Deacy spoke as he came over and gently ruffled his niece’s head.

“Well I guess I better call Maria.”

“No need, bring her along. She’s a blast to have with in the studio.” Roger said. He turned to her and jostled her lightly so that her legs now hugged his waist instead of his hip, “What do you say lovie?”

“Can I come daddy? Please?” Freddie knew he couldn’t win. Every time she’d use the puppy dog eyes of hers, he always fell for it. They all did.

“Oh why not.”

“Yay!” Both she and Roger cheered as he spun her around.

“And while we’re there, I can finally teach you the drums. Oh you’re gonna be the next best drummer next to me.” At that Freddie couldn’t help but grin and softly chuckle wickedly.

“Why are you smirking?” Deacy asked.

“Hate to disappoint you Roger darling, but she’ll learn the piano first.”

“Please, who did she take her first steps for, hmm? Oh and umm what was her first word again I can’t seem to recall oh that’s right, my name. Hate to break it to yah daddy dearest, but this girl will follow in her godfather’s footsteps, isn’t that right my little lion cub?” At asking her that, Roger teasingly tickled her ribs making her squeak and bury herself into his neck.

“Oh I wouldn’t go saying that Roger. See before you three barged in, my darling princess and I were having a very important lesson. Would you like to show them darling?” Freddie said as he scooped his daughter out of Roger’s arms and into his own. She nodded enthusiastically and he carried her into the bedroom.

The guys stood around the bed as Fred placed her in his lap and he said to her.

“Alright darling, just like we’ve been practicing.” She got her right hand into position one and played the Middle C chord a few times before slowly scaling up, her fingers easily gliding up as they hummed each note of the scale. When she reached the last Do, Brian and Deacy both applauded while Roger stood there in shock.

“Wow love that was incredible!” Praised Deacy.

“Excellent work my shooting star, soon enough we can boot your father out and replace him with you.” Teased Brian.

“As much as I resent that comment, that’s what I told her would happen.” She looked up to her godfather who looked awful mad about something. She cautiously crawled up to him and asked him.

“Are—are you mad with me papa Roger?” he immediately snapped out of his daze and said as he picked her up.

“No lovie I could never be mad at you. Never. That’s impossible for me to even do such a crime. No you played wonderfully. Elton John better watch out. There’s a new prized pianist in London town!” She giggled and hugged her godfather as he said to her, “But I would like to talk to your father really quick about something, kay?” he kissed her forehead and set her down and turned towards Freddie.

With a gleam of murder in his eyes.

“No Roger she’s my daughter and she deserved to know the piano first!” Freddie claimed.

“Just come here for a second Fred.”

“Hell no darling I don’t trust you!” he then raced out with Roger right on his tail. Soon the sounds of broken glass, thumping, cat’s crying and yelling came up.

“Did I do something wrong?” (y/n) asked innocently. Deacy picked her up and said.

“No darling. Your father and godfather just suffer from their own hystericalness. Trying to see who can win your affection more.”

“I do that?”

“Oh darling if only you could remember they day you took your first step and said your first word. Your father destroyed the entire studio trying to get a hold of your godfather.”

“I wish they wouldn’t fight though.”

“They can’t help it love, you’ve got them wrapped around your tiny little finger. That goes for all of us, I might add.” Brian said as he walked up and stroked her hair before lightly bopping her nose at his last statement making her giggle softly.

“Should we at least try to stop them?” asked Deacy.

“I say we just let them work it out. Now then love, did your dad teach you anything else about the piano?” Brian asked as he took her out of Deacy’s arms.

“You play piano too Uncle Brian?”

“Of course. Your father’s not the only one gifted with the keys on piano. And I wouldn’t mind showing you a few shticks I’ve got up my sleeves when it comes to piano playing.”

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Get Out: (1/?)

Every breath hurt.

He could practically feel every passing nanosecond as if it’d been stasised. Every minute felt like an hour. He wanted to curl up into a ball and cry and sleep it all away. He saw her in everything. The vibrant green of the trees and grass, the bright blue of his tunic and the sky, the chirping of birds overhead in the trees. All these things he’d experienced or taken note of during his quest to save her.

It all came back to her.

Zelda.

He could feel yet another lump lodging in his throat at the thought of her. It wasn’t fair. Nothing was fair. Not to him, his incarnations, not to the peoples of Hyrule or Zelda herself. Why did it have to be like this? What was the point of anything if there was always a terrible shadow that had to be defeated over and over by the same, weary soul? What was the point if she’d be taken from him as soon as he finally got her?

He felt a gentle hand on his shoulder. It was so light, so hesitant, that when he looked up to see not Zelda but Twilight there, he was hit with another wave of anguish. For a moment, the fog had cleared, it’d been just a truly horrid nightmare and Zelda would embrace him and they’d sit like that, arm in arm until he’d all but forgotten.

“Cub? You okay in there?”

He could see the worry etched into his mentor’s face plain as day, but he didn’t care. Twilight couldn’t fix this. Nothing could bring Zelda back. Or the fallen Champions, the King of Hyrule, or any of the countless lives lost in the Calamity.

He didn’t trust himself to speak, so all he could offer was a tight nod. He felt small, so small and fragile that a single gust of wind would pick him up and carry him away, far, far away.

“Are you sure? You’ve been staring at those flowers for quite a while now...all the others went ahead, we ought to catch up.”

Wild glanced once more at the patch of blue daisies at the side of the small trail. Zelda had loved the color blue. He had saved up a ton of nightshades and Princesses to give her. Now they sat in the Slate, taking up space. Yet, he couldn’t get rid of them. The thought of doing so made his throat lock up and his stomach churn. They were supposed to be strung up, entwined and placed in vases around the house. He probably would have helped her do that on a rainy afternoon. Or, more likely, he’d come home one day to see the house sporting the lovely shade of blue.

“Wild?”

Wild felt something warm trickle down over his scarred cheek. He lifted a hand up to his face, surprised at the wetness. Twilight’s warm, firm hand enclosed over his own, subtly guiding Wild into a sitting position. The cub offered no resistance whatsoever, acting as if a small, lost child. Which, to be honest, he felt like.

“Cub, let’s talk about it,” Twilight knew he couldn’t force him to talk and wouldn’t get an answer, but hopefully the sound of a familiar voice would help. He knew what it felt like to lose someone. He knew how badly it hurt, and how it was tempting to succumb to the darkness of grief, but he wouldn’t-couldn’t-let that happen to his cub.

Letting go of Wild’s hand, Twilight wrapped the trembling form up into an embrace. Wild, for his part, pressed his face into Twilight’s chest, shoulders shaking as he sobbed quietly.

Murmuring softly and stroking the younger one’s long hair, he lost track of time. Only when he heard crickets beginning their nightly song did he realize that night was falling and Wild had fallen asleep.

Sighing, Twilight picked up his sleeping protege, grunting at the effort it took to stand up while carrying him, even as light as he was. He walked carefully and deliberately to avoid waking him and walked into camp as night finally descended. He ignored the way conversation broke off, setting Wild onto his own cot. He heard Time approaching as he sat beside the younger hero, and looked up to see his own mentor settling down on the other side of Wild.

“How is he?” Time asked quietly, face cast in light from the fire.

Twilight shook his head. “Still very upset. I don’t think it’s gotten any easier.” Between them, the subject of their conversation curled into a ball, hair draping over his face.

“Maybe we should rest here for a few days, relax a little,” he suggested, ready to spring to action if Wild showed he needed help or comfort.

“Good idea,” Time murmured, and as one, the pair of them looked across the fire to see the Links had resumed what they were doing, terribly masking that they’d been trying to listen in.

Everything seemed so normal, so peaceful; Warrior and Legend engaged in their never-ending banter, Sky and Hyrule talking about anything and everything, Wind and Four doing something in one of Four’s journals. Probably drawing.

Eyelids flickered, their owner on the verge of waking but unable to shake off sleep’s welcoming grasp. He was warm and safe, but still very, very sad.

---

It was cold. Very cold. And quiet. Why was it so cold, so quiet? It didn’t feel right. He was sure there should be more warmth in the world, more sounds, such as the laughter of close friends, kin even. What kin? What friends? His mind whispered to him. Did he even have friends and a family? He felt like he did, but nothing came to mind.

He took a look around and found himself in a very weird place, unlike one he’d ever seen before. It was empty, and everything seemed to be a golden yellow color. The color was everywhere. Well, as everywhere as it could be when there was only a floor with an empty void above and below. Looking at the shadowy pit on either side of him, he decided he didn’t like this place very much, whatever it was.

Link began walking forward. Looking at that pretty yellow color, he felt a rush of familiarity. He’d seen that color before, but where? He racked his brains, furrowing his brow in concentration, but just couldn’t think of where he’d seen it before.

Focusing more on the...room?....before him, Link quickened his pace. Hopefully, he’d get out of this empty place and be back....where? He didn’t know where he’d return to if he got out of this room, but surely it’d be better than this place. It had to be.

As he walked, he felt like he’d been in a similar situation before; walking along, confused and alone with only his thoughts for company. Yet try as he might, he didn’t know how or where or why. He didn’t know anything, really. Maybe this was just a bad dream, a nightmare even, and soon enough he’d wake up, surrounded by his hypothetical friends and family. Or maybe he was dead and this was his punishment for something awful he’d done.

Link didn’t know how long he’d been walking on the golden platform, but it felt like hours. Of course, when he turned around to see, he couldn’t tell, thanks to the yellow floor stretching infinitely away in the opposite direction.

He continued onward, filled with a desire to get out, to escape. It was as if sound didn’t even exist. He hadn’t been sure before, but he felt certain now that life was definitely better outside this barren wasteland if he could only get out, break free. But the room was neverending. It seemed almost like something, perhaps the room-no, it was more of a walkway-itself wanted him to stay trapped here for time eternal.

It took him a long while to figure out that maybe he had to do something to find the exit. Maybe he’d gone in the wrong direction, or maybe he wasn’t thinking this through. He stopped dead in his tracks as a dreadful thought hit him like a...he didn’t know what it was he was thinking of, but he knew that red had hurt. Badly. He knew that he should fear the thin red beam of light. The thought of it made his face twinge, and he lifted a hand up as if to brush it away. He was not, however, expecting the knotty, irregular feel of scarred skin, and further exploration revealed that nearly that entire side of his face was covered in scars. He wondered what had happened to him. Who’d done this to him? They felt like they’d been very painful.

He walked slowly to the edge of the yellow platform, peering down into the void below. He wished he had something to throw down there, gauge how deep it was. He didn’t know if this was the right answer. He didn’t know what was down there, or if he fell, he’d never make it out of this place. Maybe this was punishment and he’d be stuck down here either way.

Link stepped away from the ledge, taking a deep breath. He could do this. He wasn’t sure how he knew, but he knew he’d done things far worse than this. He’d be fine. This would be easy. Yet his feet wouldn’t budge. And he was trembling. He didn’t want to leave her. He didn’t want to forget her. His brow furrowed again, and he just couldn’t remember the face of the woman he didn’t want to leave behind. But staring at that gold, he felt safe and happy. He felt comforted and sure. He sat down slowly, legs dangling off the ledge, swinging through the emptiness.

Staring at the nothingness before him, he could almost feel a comforting hand on his shoulder. He didn’t turn to look, for fear of it going away. He saw a mixture of yellow and a pretty shade of green from the corner of his eyes, a flash of red and cerulean, brown-toned skin. He knew this person. How did she get here? She shouldn’t be here. But as for himself...he almost felt as if he should.

He continued staring straight ahead, watching her from the corner of his eyes. His heart lodged in his throat, and he could feel his stomach churning. Swallowing, he hunched in on himself, wishing he could remember. Who this woman was. What she meant to him. Why it all hurt so bad. Why he was here. He wanted to remember many things, but the only thing his mind offered were feelings and fleeting pictures.

In his mind’s eye, he saw a huge beast. A desert. Endless waves of sand, a girl who he felt a painfully strong urge to protect. Strings of lanterns and wooden planks clacking in the wind. Towering cliffs. A hideously ugly creature, with writhing, purple and black flesh and a terrible blade. Blades of lightning striking the ground with their pronged, crackling tips. He felt a surge of power ripple through him, electricity coursing through his veins. But it faded almost as soon as it came, leaving him feeling somewhat empty. He flexed his fingers, stretching them out and curling them in.

His mind wandered to that brief glimpse of the girl-or rather, young woman-he’d seen. He couldn’t identify her face though, and all he could remember about her was her startlingly green, aquamarine eyes.

He stared at his hands, cold and clammy and lightly scarred and pale. From his peripheral vision, he could still see the semi-transparent woman beside him. He got the sense that she was really tall and quite strong. Hesitantly, he lifted his head to look at her.

But nothing was there.

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a/n: long time no see...whoops. but i swear i could not figure out where to take wind/wilderness. i’ve literally gone through at least 5 or 6 different versions. anyway, this one is quite different than usual, inspired by my favorite mobile game ever. if u couldn’t tell, zelda has dead, and wild is devasted

Word Count (excluding a/n): 2000

#linkeduniverse #hero of time #hero of twilight #hero of the wild #complex grief #zelda is dead #wild is fucked up by it #forgot to tag this whoops

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A Noble Heart

This was inspired by an ask made by @waa-anon to @jinmukangwrites, who gave me permission to write about it. I changed the prompt a little, so the link to the original idea is here. Thank you both so much for allowing me to write about this!

Note: the story that Time talks about during the second part is actually an original side story made for the Majora’s Mask manga! Some parts of the story I took creative liberties with, but a majority of it is from the manga. All dialogue in that section also comes from the manga :D

(also I am slightly tempted to write a follow up that details what actually happened before this, so be on the lookout for that)

Word Count: 2283. For the @linkeduniverse AU. Enjoy!

“You… I don’t like you.”

Wild’s eyes opened to the bright sunshine. He squinted, raising a hand to protect his eyes as he rose from the ground. The area around him was odd; it was almost as if it didn’t know what to settle on. One second it was a lush, green forest, full of colorful birds and loud rain, the next it was a hot, dry desert, full of cacti and quick lizards.

‘Where… am I?’

“Why are you here?”

Wild turned around erratically, trying to find the owner of the voice speaking. “I-I’m sorry?” His head swiveled around. “Can you tell me where I am?”

“Why are you here?” The voice repeated more forcefully.

Wild frowned, “I don’t even know where I am, so how should I know why?” His snapped words seemed to quiet the voice. For a few moments, the only thing that moved was the landscape, until a sparkle in the distance grabbed Wild’s attention.

Wild stared at it. The sparkle wasn’t huge at first- but then it started growing. Gradually, as the disturbance grew larger, winds formed around it, sucking the youth in. Wild grabbed at the surrounding vegetation furiously, but they kept on disappearing as the land changed to polished stone. With nothing left to hold on to, Wild was sucked into the growing tornado.

Once in the swirling mass of wind, everything calmed down. For a couple of seconds, Wild was able to calm his racing heart. Suddenly, he heard footsteps coming toward him, and a hand came down to pick him up by his collar.

The body the hand belonged to was weird. The thing- for it wasn’t something that could be classified as normal- was incredibly buff and tall, and had stark white hair. The most intriguing aspect, however, was its face. It reminded Wild highly of Time, with the red and blue marks on its forehead and cheeks. When Wild looked into its eyes, though, the similarities stopped. ‘There’s nothing there.’

“Why are you here?” The voice boomed out again, although this time it came from the figure holding Wild up.

Wild tried to struggle out of the being’s hold, “I told you, I don’t know why!”

“I do not like you. Why are you here?”

“I DON’T KNOW!”

The entity’s previously blank expression melted into one of pure fury. Silently (almost too silently) it wound the arm holding Wild back, and in one smooth motion, threw him. And Wild knew no more.

“Cub? Wild? Answer me, Wild!”

Once more, Wild woke up, although this time it was to Twilight’s concerned face. “Wha?” Slipped out of his mouth unwillingly, and Twilight’s face changed into relief.

“Oh thank goddess you’re okay,” Twilight clutched Wild’s body to his chest. “I thought you were a goner!”

“Twi?” Wild murmured sleepily into his shoulder, “What happened?”

“You don’t remember?” Legend spoke up from behind Twilight, “We were trying on one of Time’s masks, you know, the scary one? None of us had been able to get it on except you, but when you did, you passed out. Scared the crap out of the rest of us, especially Mother over here,” he jerked his thumb toward Twilight, who scowled. “Glad you’re back with us, though.”

“Happy to be here,” Wild said with confusion still in his eyes. He shook himself slightly, putting his strange dream to the back of his mind. “Am I free to help?”

Twilight’s mother hen look increased, “You are, but you have to take it east. Got it?”

“Got it.”

For the next couple of days, life went on as normal. Yet, there was something off about Wild. Several times, he would stop what he was doing and just stare at something. Twilight would have to shake him gingerly and remind him about where they were (after the first couple times everyone else was attacked by him, they wisely gave the job to his mentor). When they would stop for the night, he was quieter than usual, and his vibe seemed muted. Finally, it all came to a head one night, when the others had grown sick with worry.

“Are you sure you’re okay, Wild?” Hyrule asked the reckless hero. The group had been asking him that question a lot lately, and it was starting to get on Wild’s nerves.

“For the last time, I’m fine!” Wild burst out. “Can you please stop asking?”

Hyrule leaned back at Wild’s outburst. Almost immediately, Sky spoke up, defensive of his friend, “Hey, that was uncalled for!”

Wild’s fists clenched and his eyes squeezed shut. He wiped at them furiously and then abruptly stood up, “I’ll be back later.”

Everyone watched their lonely member leave until they could barely see him. “Is anyone gonna go after him?” Wind spoke up timidly. Twilight made to rise, but Time’s hand stopped him.

“Let me. I think I know what this is about.” Time got up from the ground, “We’ll be back before you know it.”

“Be safe out there, okay?” Four called after him. Time held up his hand in acknowledgment, then vanished from their sight.

Time found Wild sulking by the river, staring out at the horizon. He sat down next to him gently, letting the water run through his fingers. “What’s on your mind, cub?”

Wild didn’t answer for a few minutes, refusing to look at Time. Finally, he answered, bringing his hand up to look at it more clearly, “Was it because I was too weak?”

Time hummed, “Too weak? Too weak for what?”

“The mask.”

“The mask? What makes you say that?”

Wild hesitated, “Well… when I put on your mask for the first time, you said it knocked me unconscious, yeah?” At Time’s nod, he continued, “Before I came to around you guys, I woke up in a different place. It was weird; the environment could never seem to settle on one thing, and there was this loud voice coming from all around me. It kept on repeating ‘I don’t like you, why are you here?’” Wild shook his head, “At one point, a tornado formed and I got sucked into this weird transparent room inside of it with a figure that had the face of that mask.”

“It seems you met the spirit of the mask.”

“The spirit?”

“Yes, the spirit. The mask holds an old spirit inside, which decides whether you can wear it or not. If it doesn’t approve, then it physically repels you from wearing it.”

“Then why?” Wild finally turned toward the older man, “I was still able to put the mask on. Why didn’t it allow me to wear it?”

“It was scared.”

That sent Wild’s mind into a screeching halt. Scared? Wild blinked rapidly, Why would it be scared of me? He voiced these thoughts to Time.

Time sighed, “The thing inhabiting that mask… it’s unlike anything we’ve ever seen and probably will see. It’s old, filled with a power few even know about. Fewer know that it can speak, not to mention the fact that it can think freely.”

Wild was surprised, “Really? I thought everyone could.”

Time shook his head again, “Just me and you, apparently.”

Wild frowned, “But that still doesn’t answer my question. Why would it be scared of me? It barely knew anything about me before today.”

“From my understanding,” Time turned toward the young soldier, “when you put the mask on, the magic inside analyzes your spirit. And when you tried to put it on, it saw something it didn’t like.”

“Which was what?”

“Itself.”

“...Itself?”

“Uh-huh,” Time nodded, “It saw something inside you that reminded it of itself, which made it reject you.” He rolled his eyes, “For how all-knowing and powerful it is, it sure doesn’t know how to handle emotions.”

“But what about me reminds it of itself?” Wild spluttered out, “I’m nothing like it!”

Time thought for a while, “There are stories passed down, about the mask.” His words were quiet, spoken with a solemn air. “They say that, at one point, the being housed in the mask was a mortal, a traveler to be precise. The traveler was constantly on the move, never once stopping to settle down, and would take odd jobs to collect money to sustain his travels. At one point, the traveler caught wind of an old rumor, about a beast with armor that would grant the wearer incredible power. So, he decided to investigate it.”

“Investigate the monster?” Wild wondered, “Why?”

Time sent Wild a warning glare, “You didn’t let me finish.” With the younger sufficiently cowed, Time continued, “The traveler went to the ruins that housed the beast within, and asked to rest there. It had been a while since the monster had seen a human- they eventually stopped coming after everyone else was eaten by it- and, surprised at the traveler’s humility, decided to grant the human a wish. But he refused.”

“Refused?”

“Calm down, will you?” Time shoved the youth light, making him giggle, “Anyway, the human refused. ‘Huh? Nothing?!’ The beast asked with anger, ‘Then why do you wear such thick armor beneath your cloak? I can see it. You are a warrior. If you have no wishes, then why have you come here?’

“The traveler answered truthfully, ‘I heard that there was a terrible man-eating monster here. I was asked to get rid of it.’ But then he sighed, ‘That is a lie. In truth, I was drawn here by the strange air in this land. You can say it’s moving… or that it’s still. But it seems filled with energy. It’s a weird place.’

“The beast was surprised. ‘You can sense that? How wise you are.’

“The human continued, ‘And here I find a man-eating monster who admits to eating men. How long have you been living alone?’ The monster couldn’t answer that. ‘You can’t die, but you can’t really live. For thousands of years. For tens of thousands of years. Ignored by all the universe, in this strange, still air, for time unknown. That sounds so… sad.’

“The monster roared back, ‘How dare you pity me? I am a fearsome, evil man-eater!’

“The traveler had a simple answer, ‘There isn’t anyone left to eat.’

“At that, the beast paused. It had never truly noticed before, how it was stuck there bound by space and time, for eternity. Now aware of it, a feeling blossomed in its chest. ‘I’m… tired of being alone. I want to sleep soon…’ The hopes and dreams of the people it had eaten came to the forefront of its mind, ‘Make… make time flow for me!’

“In response, the traveler drew out a drum.”

“A drum?” Wild balked. “What does that have to do with anything?

Time sighed, “You young people, always wanting to go fast. Learn to appreciate pacing, huh? As I was saying,” he rolled his eyes, “the traveler got out his drum and started to play. ‘Dance!’ he commanded to the creature, ‘Rhythm. This place is the only stage you got.’ The air moved with vibrations, and thus, time was born. The man-eater was said to dance for three days straight, and collapsed dead on the fourth morning, taking the world with it. The only thing left behind was its armor, the one said to grant the user incredible power. Instead of donning it, the traveler decided to carve a mask out of it- a mask of incredible power, now known as Majora’s Mask.”

Wild gasped, “But if the world disappeared, then wouldn’t the traveler vanish as well?”

Time nodded gravely, “Indeed. Once the beast slept as well, the traveler followed. In a cruel twist of fate, however, the traveler’s magic, the one used to start time, was put into a mask as well, to balance the world. Eventually, though, the magic inside both mask grew sentient, and they became angry at their outcome. They started to whisper to innocents about the power they could give them, so they could pass it on to finally die in peace. And that’s where we are now.”

“So the masks became angry at their situation, and started to lash out?” Wild guessed, “Which is why you don’t wear it often, I’m guessing.”

“Uh-huh,” Time answered, “The Fierce Deity mask, unlike Majora’s Mask, is very picky on who it’ll pass its power on to; although it may seem evil now, it used to belong to a noble spirit, and doesn’t want to watch the world burn for its own amusement. That’s why some of the others couldn’t wear the mask: the deity didn’t think they were worthy.”

“But you mentioned earlier that something about me reminded it of itself,” Wild echoed with a frown, “What was it?”

“If I had to guess,” Time thought out loud, “I would say how you just want to help the world. Just like the traveler, you didn’t have to help save the world, and yet you did. And that scared it.”

“But anyone else would’ve done it!” Wild protested, “You guys are living proof of that!”

“And yet,” Time shot back, “You and I are the only ones able to wear it, and I still have trouble controlling it.” He sighed, “I don’t know what the mask saw inside you, Wild, but what I can say is that you’re not weak. I’d even go as far as to say that you are a descendant of that traveler, if he was ever alive.” He looked the younger on in the eyes and spoke softly. “You have a noble heart, Wild. Don’t waste it.”

Tears sprung to the younger man’s eyes. “Thank you,” he whispered to the older one.

Time smiled and hugged Wild close, “No problem.”

#linkeduniverse #linked universe #hero of the wild #hero of time #and everyone else #majora's mask things #even though i've never played it #smidgen of angst #stuff from the manga

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