#fanafiction

[basilpaste]

Odile considered herself a generally smart woman, all things considered. It made it very easy to pick up on when things were out of the ordinary. Or: One time Odile fails to put all the pieces together and one time she doesn't.

Words: 3,568

a quick in stars and time fic because this story cut me to my core. odile picks up on the issues the loops cause more than anyone else in the party. this is an investigation into that.

#in stars and time #fanafiction #isat fanfic #odile isat #in stars and time spoilers #basil writes

[alix-is-o-a-k]

alix!! fluff fics are always a nice start, and I’ve had painting my room on my mind. you could get the nark boys painting nick’s earth-apartment? lark started painting when mercedes got him into art therapy (henry suggested it to merc, but yk how lark is) and does little flowers on the baseboards, maybe?

anywho, best of luck with posting fics!! I’ll be sure to hype you up :)

ASBSINSOA THANK YOU SO MUCH!!! This was soooo fun to write! (Went a little longer than I meant it to lol)

“Lark? What’re you doing here?”

Nick’s standing in the open doorway of his new apartment. He’s wearing black shorts and a loose grey tank, both splattered with dark red paint that could be mistaken for blood from some distance.

“Uh.. sparrow told me you were painting your apartment and I figured- do you want some help?”

“Yes.”

Nick opens the door wider and steps back to let Lark in. Splattered on the walls in uneven brush strokes are streaks of the same red paint on his clothing. The color’s dripping from the walls onto the floor.

“Nicky, what the hell is this?”

Nick’s face goes red and he scratches at the back of his head. “I… can’t paint. You know that.”

“Nick, this is an absolute disaster- were you seriously not planning to get anyone to help you?” Lark looks at him incredulously.

“I thought I could do it! And you’re here anyway!”

“Luckily for you,” Lark grumbles, picking up one of the abandoned paint brushes on the floor “let’s get started.”

Nick picks up the second brush and follows Lark’s lead, bringing the brush down in even strokes along the walls. They’re finished with the first in half the time it would have taken Nick, and Lark puts his brush down with a sigh, running a paint-covered hand through his hair and smearing the color into the brown strands. Nick laughs and Lark looks at him questioningly.

“What?”

“Nothing- just, your hair.”

“What’s wrong with my hair?”

“You’ve got paint in it, see?” The demon brushes his hand through Lark’s hair and purposefully smudges the paint even more. Lark lets out an outraged noise and picks up his brush, flinging the droplets of paint at Nick, who raises his arms in front of his face to protect himself.

“Oh you are so on.”

The two begin to wrestle, the paint staining their skin and clothes until, panting, Lark collapses on the floor. Nick pins him down with one hand, sitting on his legs to keep him from moving.

“So you admit I win?”

“Fine, you little shit,” Lark pushes Nick’s hand off of his chest and leans up to kiss him. Nick happily melts into the kiss and lowers the two of them down until they’re parallel with the floor, Nick’s  arm wrapped around Lark’s waist.

“Got you,” Lark whispers into Nick’s ear and his pulls his hand from the demon’s face. Nick touches his cheek and grins when his hand comes away red.

“How dare you,” he says playfully, and stands up. Lark makes a noise of protest, but Nick just sticks his tongue out and heads towards the bathroom to wash the paint off. When he gets back, Lark’s doodling something in pink on the base of the wall, and Nick crouches next to him to watch. The moment Lark sees him he turns bright red and smudges the paint.

“No I wanna see! What were you drawing?”

“Nothing!” Lark says hurriedly. Nick narrows his eyes but changes the topic.

“Where’d you learn to paint anyway?” Nick asks, sitting against the wall to look at Lark.

“Art therapy. Mercedes signed me up for it a few years ago.”

Nick lets out a noise of contentment and the two sit in silence for a little longer until Lark leans over and presses his lips to Nick’s again, and then Nick’s up against the wall as the paint from Lark’s hand bleeds into his shirt.

Below them, just barely visible is a couple of doodled flowers, with N+L written in pink.

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hope you enjoyed it! I haven’t written in a while, sorry if it’s bad lol

#Alixwrites #dndads #dndads season 2 #dungeons and daddies #dndads s2 #Writing ask #fanafiction #Nark #nark nation

[party-inthe-pizzaplex]

The baby again pt2

Soo, I'm back hi.

Kinda been avoiding my summer hw and so after cleaning the house to its limit including the pool and getting a job, this is the last thing I can do to avoid my hw. And also I'm avoiding my own emotions and responsibilities <3333 Also it's super short I'm sorry I had literally no idea on what to write, I have a major case of writer block.

this is for the 6 people who follow this blog congrats guy you did it!!

with that out of the way.. pt one

So after their interaction with Sun, the pair of siblings are met with the one and only Freddy Fazbear. He met up with the two while standing next to a charging station. "Hey, Superstars!" Freddy said waving at the siblings. As usual, Y/n is hiding behind their brother. What else does one do when a robot more giant than anyone you've seen before stares down at you? "Y/n you can't hide behind me forever you know?" Gregory said with a chuckle, their sibling became more embarrassed Gregory having enough of it grabbed them and pushed them towards Freddy. Freddy proceeded to try to get to their height as best he could, "I'm Freddy Fazbear, and you and your friend are?" He asked pointing at their stuffed animal. "I'm Y/n, and this is (stuffed animal name)." They said petting the fluffy creature and avoiding eye contact with Freddy Fazbear. "Nice to meet you Y/n," he said tipping his hat to them. When their little bright eyes caught onto the hat in arms reach, they just snatched it, Freddy let them do as they pleased and put it on their head. (insert acapella of Freddy's ar..ar ar ar ) The hat flopped over their eyes and head and consumed them. Tho they are afraid of the dark this hat being over their eyes was fine. They even began to laugh and imitate Freddy. This made Gregory laugh super hard, and Freddy withheld his laughter but it was quite hard to do so. Freddy then took his hat back and neatly placed it on his head, "I'll get you a copy sweetheart." They didn't notice the nickname as they kept laughing because Gregory kept giggling about the situation.

while Gregory and Freddy were busy discussing something Y/n was just looking around. Then they saw something peculiar, a white rabbit with big ruby eyes. The rabbit just stared at them, then began making motions to try and get the child to come to them. Y/n swears they hear her say "Hey over here". Y/n was just confused because animals don't speak, animals like rabbits don't usually go on two feet for extended amounts of time. Their head tilted in confusion before Gregory called out their name.

"Y/n you coming?" he said while holding his hand out for them to grab. Y/n then caught back up with the robot bear and their brother. They held one hand from each of them and skipped along still slightly confused about the rabbit.

When the trio reached the atrium Gregory let out the girliest scream he's ever let out. The only reason Y/n didn't scream was their brother's scream scared them to silence, as they hid behind Freddy.

Gregory took the map the bot held and put his tsundere attitude back in place with a ruffle of his hair "It wasn't THAT scary. Man, you're such a baby Y/n"

"Don't call me a baby, just because I'm younger than you doesn't mean I'm a baby" They said stepping out from behind Freddy.

"Let's keep going superstars, no reason to make a big fuzz about something like this" Freddy said slightly nervous because he could tell this whole thing was going to go downhill if he said nothing. Gregory just sighs and goes on with Freddy and Y/n behind him.

As the trio was walking back to rockstar row Freddy was holding Y/n hand as they held their stuffed animal. They were horrified by the dark so they clung to Freddy since he was so big he'll scare off anything in the dark they thought. Gregory was walking ahead of them and calmed down Y/n when they had to hide in a dark place. Eventually, Freddy had them stay in his chest cavity so they would be safe and wouldn't be afraid of the dark. Gregory was against the idea but before he could protest they were already inside speaking through him. "This is so cool!" they said with a giggle and a bright smile "It's so roomy too." Gregory just sighed and continued on.

#fnaf glamrock freddy #fnaf x reader #fnaf x y/n #fanafiction #reader x glamrock freddy #gregory x sibling #fnaf x child reader #gender nuetral reader #freddy x reader

[quiet-art-kid]

pst Kid, do you want some pryaniki? While you’re eating have a look at my new fic.

#Httyd books #i’m soooo excited #Fanafiction #Russia #russian #slavic #fairytales #adventure #dragons

[koolkat9]

Fem Ship Event Day 2

@hwsevents

Prompt:  Wondertalia || Fairy Tales

Rating: T

Pairing: Nyo GerEng

Word Count: 647

Author’s Note: I hope I’m not too late. I didn’t know if I would even get to make something for this even since school started up and GerFra week is approaching, but I managed!

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Deja Vu

One moment torch light illuminated their way, the next, shadows hid them. If Katherine was being honest, she preferred the dark. That way, they wouldn’t be seen.

Monika gripped her hand, dragging her through the shifting halls. Outside the castle walls, muffled shouts erupted like cannon fire; it was only a matter of time before they breached the castle walls.

But freedom was in sight. If they made it to the passageway just up ahead they could escape to the outskirts of town underground and ride off to a secret cottage Katherine’s parents had made in case something like this ever happened. She could spot the trap door now, just a few more strides and they–

A figure appeared between them and the trap door, sword drawn. The next few minutes were a blur of red, orange, and black. The grip on Katherine’s hand fell away along with a sickening squelching sound.  

Monika stared wide-eyed at the tip of the sword protruding through her stomach before crumpling to the floor. But before her body could hit the floor, Katherine caught her and cradled her injured guard against her chest. Darkness crept into the corners of her vision as she watched the blood trickle down Monika’s blouse. This couldn’t be happening. It should have been her. Katherine was the one who messed up, Monika just wanted everyone to be safe, happy. This…This wasn’t  fair .

“Katherine, wake up!” a distant voice seemed to shout. “Hey…Hey, it’s okay. It’s just a dream. Wake up Hase…”

Katherine gasped, springing forward, almost bonking her head against Monika’s. Monika sat in front of her, alive and well, loosely holding onto the book  Alice in Wonderland.  Katherine shuddered.

Over Monika’s shoulder, Katherine spotted Wendy fast asleep. Right, Wendy had asked her and Monika to read her a bedtime story. Katherine took a few deep breaths.

“Shh…You’re okay, you’re safe,” Monika murmured, caressing Katherine’s cheek.

“I-I’m alright,” Katherine assured her, pulling away from the touch (though she would have liked nothing more than to just lean into it).

“Want to talk about it?”

Katherine shook her head, rising to her feet. “It’s stupid.”

“Now is not the time to act tough Katherine. What happened?”

Katherine just wanted some tea, to curl up in bed and wait until her nerves finally calmed. It was just a silly little nightmare…except…

She couldn’t shake the sense of deja vu it gave her.

Monika pulled Katherine against her, squeezing her a little too tightly, but it was also grounding. Katherine let herself be held, leaning against her lover.

“The story,” Katherine choked out, “I-I felt…I felt like…It’s going to sound crazy, but I felt like I lived it. That we lived it. I, as queen, and you…my loyal guard. A-And you…” Katherine couldn’t say it around the lump in her throat.

Monika rubbed up and down her back. “Shhh…It’s okay. I…I actually kind of get what you mean.” Katherine looked up at her as Monika continued. “Like how I felt like I knew you the first time we met. I got that same familiar feeling reading the story.”

Katherine sniffed, then buried her face in Monika’s chest. “Ever heard of reincarnation?” Katherine eventually asked.

“Yeah…”

“Perhaps I was once the Queen of Hearts with you–” She booped Monika’s nose, smiling slightly. “Were my faithful guard. And we were given a second chance together.”

Monika chuckled, cheeks a lovely rose colour. “I think we’ve been reading too many fairy tales.”

Katherine found herself giggling too. “Maybe…But it’s a romantic idea don’t you think.”

“I’d rather not think of myself dying, thank you.”

Katherine put her hands up in defense. “Fair, fair.”

“But…” Something dark flashed in Monika’s eyes, her hand instinctively going to her stomach. “Perhaps we should stay out of Wonderland for a little while.”

Katherine smiled gently, placing a hand on her lover’s shoulder. “I agree. That’s easily arrangeable.”

#hetalia #fem ship event #nyotalia #hws england #nyo england #hws germany #nyo germany #hws sealand #nyo sealand #wondertalia #alice au #nyo gereng #nyo engger #nyo geruk #fanafiction #hetalia fanfiction

[grabmyboner]

you ever reading a fic and have to like look away from your screen and take a breath before you explode because it’s just so goddamn good

#ao3 fanfic #ao3 #fanafiction #stranger things #the witcher #shameless #supernatural #mine

[lavender-at-heart]

Dating Owen Hc's

Pairing: Owen Sharma x gn!reader 

Genre: fluff , romance(?)

Words:  535

A/n : haven't written in a while so this ones not the best(its also quite short). Requests are open!

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You were hired as the new au-pair after rebecca died

Owen picked you up to bring you over to bly

He was very charming and kind

Talking the whole time and answering any questions you had, even offered to give you  a tour of the small village 

Eventually he asked you out after work one day, he was nervous about it too- which was a emotion he rarely possessed

You went to dinner at a small italian restaurant that he said was to die for

“ their pizza is even better than mine!”

“Like that could be true-”

It became an often occurrence for you to go out after work, hannah offering to watch the children for the night

One night you came down to the kitchen to say goodnight to Owen before he left, but he wasn't there.

What was there was a medium sized pink and yellow frosted cake with the question “will you be my girlfriend/boyfriend/partner?” in a neat script with sprinkles all over it . 

A cough caused you to look up and owen was standing there with a nervous expression 

After saying yes he fixed his demeanor, and you enjoyed a slice of cake bigger than your head in front of the fireplace with Owen, you couldn't be more at peace.

Dates with owen would often include extravagant home cooked meals or picnics in the woods

Most of the time he would make enough food for a small family- so sometimes you'd pack some leftovers away so that flora and miles could have crepes for breakfast 

Offering to help him take care of his mom-

He started crying when you asked if he needed any help and offered to pick up her medicine 

In turn he would help you teach lessons to the children or just help with making sure they didn't drive you insane

If the manor started to scare you at night owen would drive over so you wouldn't be alone

You'd stay up baking or watching old movies

Sometimes hed look under the bed and “scare away the bogeyman”

Going for long walks in the statue garden>

When his mom died you made sure to always be there for him , but give him space if he needed it. Made sure he still got food in and a decent amount of sleep, helping with funeral prep when he was too out of it., ect.

After the whole “lady in the lake incident” he asked you to marry him, there's no way he was going to wait any longer- he knew that tomorrow was never promised.

You got married in the forest on bly , it was a small wedding but beautiful nonetheless 

You went to Paris for your honeymoon,  and then decided to stay there for good.

Owen opened up his restaurant and you offered to be the maitre d’ 

Life was simple in Paris with Owen , but it was the best life you could ask for , you were happy and Owen was even happier.

#the haunting of bly manor #the haunting series #owen sharma #owen bly manor #owne sharma x reader #owen sharma head cannons #bly manor #headcanons #fanafiction #fanfic

[riflerhymeswithtrifle]

Today I was supposed to finish writing my Thorin Oakenshield fanfic and instead spent all my hours posting on Tumblr, stalking the AQOTWF cast's instragrams and writing about Paul.

Why am I like this?

#paul baumer #thorin oakenshield #fanafiction #all quiet on the western front #I'M NOT SORRY FOR ANYTHING

[jinxwrites]

Purple Roses (OC x Kanato Sakamaki)

It had only been a couple weeks since I had moved to Japan since my dad relocated. I really dreaded having to go to school in an unfamiliar country. I felt so awkward already since I couldn’t speak Japanese. One of my dad’s coworkers recommended night classes until I got the hang of things, so here I was, standing outside of Ryoutei High School Academy an hour before class started. I figured I’d get there early, so I’d have time to get myself in order and find my homeroom to avoid being late on my first day. When I entered, I walked through a hall of lockers trying to find the one they assigned to me. I put on my shoes that completed my uniform, putting my other ones in the locker. Alright, time to find my homeroom and hopefully not get lost. Thing is, this school was huge. There were like three floors. It’d probably be best to find someone who could help me. I roamed the hallways, looking for any students or teachers to help me. That’s when I saw a guy with shaggy, black hair slightly over his eyes putting his outside shoes in his locker. I approached him with a friendly smile, “Hi, I’m new and I was hoping you could help me find my classes.” 

He nodded, “Which room are you looking for?”

“Room 3-B,” I said while checking the schedule they gave me yesterday when I met all the faculty members. 

“That’d be on the third floor. My homeroom is up there too, so I can walk you there if you’d like.” He gave me a smile, “I’m Akio by the way.”

“Lila,” I smiled, “and thank you so much for helping me.”

“No problem,” he shut his locker and gestured for me to follow him. As we walked up the stairs together, I told him a little about myself like why I had moved and where I was originally from. He said he was attending night classes because he didn’t have time to study during the day due to working in a restaurant his family owned. “They insisted I put school first, but I just felt bad not helping out.”

“I’d love to go there someday,” I told him as we stopped outside of the classroom. We still had about ten minutes until class started, so we hung outside in the hallway. I was so grateful I found someone to accompany me on my first day. “I guess we’re a little early,” I laughed.

“Better than being late,” we talked for a little more when other students started flooding the hallways. Akio saw someone he knew and waved, “I’ll see you around, Lila.” I watched him walk over to his friend and immediately felt awkward being alone again. He had distracted me from overthinking things, but now that he was gone, it was coming back. I headed in the classroom, sitting towards the back to avoid drawing attention to myself. I tugged at my black uniform skirt with white trim nervously as the seats filled up around me. A couple people glanced my way, but didn’t say anything. I looked so out of place. Then, he walked in. A guy who looked too young to be in high school with purple hair and matching eyes. He was holding a teddy bear with an eye patch close to his chest as he walked to his seat. I tried not to stare, but I found myself following him with my eyes until he sat down. I quickly looked away to avoid any eye contact. I could feel my face heating up in embarrassment. When I caught a glimpse of him again, he was staring at me. I couldn’t help but find him a little creepy with his wide eyes with very dark circles underneath like he hadn’t slept in days. 

“She seems new, right Teddy?” His voice was soft and reminded me of a child. Wait, was he talking to the bear? What high schooler carries around a stuffed animal? What sane person talks to one in public?! Something about his mere presence in the room made me nervous. The way he stared at me with his head slightly tilted. The way he kept looking down and talking to the stuffed bear in his arms like it was alive. 

“Are you talking about me?” I asked while avoiding eye contact. Crap, why did I think that was a good idea? I could have just ignored him, but no, I had to start a conversation instead. He just ignored me and continued staring down at his bear. Thankfully, he didn’t seem interested in talking to me anyways. I sighed, facing forward and played with the bow on my uniform anxiously. The teacher walked in with a folder tucked under his arm. I prayed he wouldn’t draw attention to me. 

“Before we begin taking attendance and the announcements, we have a new student. Will you please come up and introduce yourself by writing your name on the board?” Crap. I nodded as I nervously stood up, pulling at the hem of my skirt. The room felt hot and this blazer wasn’t helping either.

I wrote my name in English since I didn’t know Kanji before turning to face the class. Everyone’s eyes were on me now, especially his. “My name is Lila Madison. I just moved to Japan a couple weeks ago.” I bowed politely after the teacher dismissed me from my introduction. I walked back to my seat and looked down at my hands. It felt like everyone was staring at me. After attendance and the announcements, we began the lecture on the Japanese language. It was hard to follow since I literally knew nothing, but I took notes anyways. 

After class, I met Akio during our ten minute break. I told him about the guy with the teddy bear. “Yeah, that’s Sakamaki Kanato. He’s a weird guy. His whole family is kind of that way though.”

“Family?” I asked curiously. 

“He’s got like five brothers, but they barely look related to each other. They’re all super weird too.” He leaned against the wall with his hands in his pockets.

“Weirder than a second year who talks to stuffed animals?” 

“Okay, maybe his brothers aren’t that weird,” he chuckled. As I was talking to Akio, I couldn’t help but feel like I was being watched again. I hoped I was just paranoid considering if it was who I thought it was, he could probably hear everything we were saying.

I changed the subject just in case, “I might need your help with my Japanese. I felt so lost in class today.”

“Yeah, I can teach you,” he smiled. He was so nice. The bell rang, signaling break was over. I waved him off before returning to my classroom. Each class was like an hour with a short break between. Lunch was at midnight and we had two more hours of class afterwards. I felt like I was about to pass out. I was so tired because I wasn’t used to being up this late. Unfortunately, I still had physical education. I was never one for sports or running, so I was not looking forward to it at all. I changed into my gym clothes, putting my long, lilac hair in a ponytail before meeting everyone in the outside field. It was so cold because it was like one in the morning and there wasn’t a spec of light besides the moon, stars, and the lights on the field. We started with some stretches because we were going to be running laps. When I started running, everyone quickly passed me. A redheaded guy caught my eye who was weaving through the other runners to the front of the line with ease. He seemed to think he was in a race. How did he run so fast though? Was he on the track team or something? He finished his laps quickly while I was nearly the last one. I bent over still trying to catch my breath when he approached me. 

“Are you new or somethin’? I’ve never seen you before.” He had a smug grin on his face as he observed my fatigued state. He wasn’t even breathing heavily! 

“Yeah, I’m Lila. How are you so fast?” I swallowed as I straightened up to combat the dryness in my throat.

“I dunno. I mean, I play basketball, so I’m used to running around. I’m Ayato,” he gave me a smirk. His eyes were so bright green it was almost off putting. 

“Sakamaki! Team up for a volleyball match in the gymnasium.” Sakamaki? He was related to Kanato? Akio wasn’t kidding when he said they looked nothing alike because I wouldn’t have known otherwise. We ran inside for the volleyball match. Needless to say, I didn’t help my team much. I could tell people were getting mad at me for barely participating, but this just wasn’t my strong suit. I excelled in classes like English or art, not physical education. 

When two rolled around, I felt like I was going to fall over from exhaustion. I have never felt so tired after school before. I helped my group clean up one of the classrooms at the end of the day. I wondered who the other four brothers were since I had only met two. They seemed to stand out from the other students, so maybe they’d be easy to find. I was just curious after what Akio said. I went to my locker to grab my things and change my shoes. I was so ready to go home, and this was only my first day. Thankfully, my mom agreed to pick me up since we didn’t live far from the school. Akio was talking to his friend from earlier when he caught my eye and waved me over. I walked over and smiled, “Hi, Akio. I hope I said your name right..”

“You got it! This is Mukami Ruki. He’s a third year.” He gestured to the guy with ruffled black and white hair next to him. He had bluish gray eyes and three piercings in his right ear. Upon meeting my gaze, he gave me a smirk. I could feel my face warming up again. 

“N-Nice to meet you, Ruki. I’m Lila.” I found myself stuttering while looking at him. He wasn’t a bad-looking guy at all. Akio chuckled at my expression and I nudged him for teasing me. 

“How was your first day?” Akio asked as he gathered his things.

“I need a nap,” I sighed, followed by a laugh from both of them. “Hey, my mom is here, so I’ll see you tomorrow, okay?”

“Yeah, see yah.” He smiled and waved as I walked off. I kept my head down again to avoid eye contact with anyone else when I bumped into someone I think? They were so sturdy it’s like I ran right into a wall.

“Watch where you’re going!” I heard a male voice yell angrily. I looked up, rubbing my head and met a pair of red eyes with white hair covering the left side of his face. This had to be a Sakamaki. Again, he looked nothing like the other two, but he stood out enough to be one. “What are you staring at?!”

My eyes widened. I felt frozen in place. “I-I’m sorry I-I,” I was stuttering again. This man looked like he was about to murder me. Luckily, he quickly realized I wasn’t worth his time and stormed off with a click of his tongue. I sighed in relief. I wasn’t sure if I wanted to meet any more of these Sakamaki brothers if that’s who that guy was.

#diabolik lovers #fanafiction #oc #lila madison #kanato x oc #sakamaki kanato #kanato #vampires #mature #yandere #purple roses #wattpad #ao3 #mukami ruki #sakamaki subaru #sakamaki ayato #stalking #high school

[anotsomysticalnight]

Hi! It's me again!! I was wondering how your writers block is going? And if you have any little headcanon or oneshot ideas for the near future? Specifically encanto, but really whatever has your attention right now?!

Aiulesfjbklesfbjklsefbjksef hi 👀

Perfect timing my dude, I just finished a new thing 🙌🏻

And ofc, it's Encanto 👁👁

Since Mama Mira's newest chapter isn't cooperating with me ¬3¬ I created a new brain child =3=

Feel free to let me know what you think 🥰 I hope you enjoy it 🤭

#answered ask #encanto au #encanto #patriarch!bruno au #papa bruno au #fanafiction #ao3 #bruno madrigal

[dorothea-pph]

Crimson Glow - Neverly - 내일 | Tomorrow (Korea TV) [Archive of Our Own]

#Tomorrow series #Tomorrow #fanafiction #Korean series

[heartofwritiing]

could you write wilbur soot confessing his love to a crush? 👉👈

something about how he's been pinning after this crush for so long, but the crush seems a bit avoidant or something

but that's because the crush also has a crush on him and is very very shy qpwimsmanssjslslek sorry im not good with requests

You and me need never be, lonely again.

Paring: cc!wilbur soot x fem!cc!reader

authors note: Thank you so much for requesting! I hope you don't mind the reader being a content creator and i’m sorry she’s not super shy because im not really sure how to write shy lol but i hope you like the request! I just thought it would add to the idea and I've wanted to do something similar to this for a while! This is a request back from august. I am so sorry this took me so long to get out. I've been going through some shit irl but I'm finally starting to come back to writing because I genuinely love it and posting on here since it is my safe space!

line from this prompt list

warnings: friends-lovers, reader lives in the US, brief description of anxiety, the reader sends mixed signals, swearing, kinda angsty, happy end, super unedited!

"No! That was such bullshit!"

The voice of Tommyinnit ran through the speakers of your computer causing you to let out a chuckle that you were the reason for his outburst.

You were playing Gang Beasts on stream with some of your closest friends, and you had grabbed Tommy's character and thrown him off the map by picking him up.

Laughter rang out amongst the group as the screen card popped up saying your username won. You cheered as everyone groaned but dispersed into 'ggs' then that's when everyone started to bid goodnight. You hadn't realized it had been four hours of streaming and playing games, showing the good time you were having with friends.

"Alright chat, that's gonna be it for me today! Please remember to click the follow button if you're new to stream that way you'll know when I go live! byeee!" You did your outro, quickly closed your stream down, and logged out of Twitch.

It was an uneventful stream session, thank god. You’ve noticed more and more how your chat gets when you even mention wilburs name.

“you logging off completely y/n/n?” Ranboos voices asks through your earbuds.

“No, I’ll play a few more rounds if you guys are down,” you respond.

“HELL YEAH!” Tommy boasted. “IM GONNA KICK YOUR ASS THIS TIME Y/N/N!”

“Oh, it’s on gremlin child!” you replied.

Wilbur listened to this conversation on his end, letting out a chuckle. He honestly doesn’t know why you make him laugh so easily. Anytime you threw a genius comment toward Tommy that was deemed insulting, or calling him a name Wilbur fell for you more and more. If only he had the guts to tell you.

You as well wouldn’t admit it but every time Wilbur laughed all you could feel was butterflies punching your stomach and a smile that made your cheeks hurt. You were also falling hard for him.

After about another fifteen minutes, Tommy and Ranboo had bid their goodbyes for the night and ended their calls. You were left in call with Wilbur, the silence could be cut with a knife.

Knowing him for two years was hard. Wilbur was everything to you. He was funny, smart, charming, and overall made you feel comfortable. Something you thought you’d never have with anyone. Having to only talk on call and video made things easier for you. On call you could hide your blushes and smiles from him, but not from your chat who caught every interaction between you and Wilbur when you streamed. The constant ’Wilbur x name confirmed?’ tweets and comments in your twitch chat were recently repetitive and you wondered when you became such a beacon of attention. It gave you such anxiety to have all eyes on you when you wanted to spend time with your best friend.

It was getting obnoxious to the point where you debated making a tweet to get the fans to stop shipping you both, even if you were dating it was no one’s business. Still you never dared to say anything out of fear of stans coming at you in anyway. You didn’t need to draw more unwanted attention to yourself.

“You logging off? it’s getting pretty late for you,” you spoke up.

“Yeah, we both should, by the way what times your flight tomorrow?”

Right, you were flying less than eight hours from now to finally meet your friends inperson. You all had planned this for months, booking hotels and flights, making a whole deal about it. Then you really wouldn’t be able to hide from him for a whole week.

“Around seven-thirty,” you reply.

He hums.

“I’ll let you get some rest, see you tomorrow night darling,” his voice purposely going lower on the ‘darling’ part that you almost didn’t catch it, making your knees go weak.

“N-night Will,” you stutter, end call and slump back into your desk chair trying to calm your racing heart. Meanwhile Wilbur all the way across the ocean in Brighton has a smile plastered across his lips.

About a plane ride, a train ride and car ride later, you are stood in the hotel lobby in Brighton waiting for a late Tommy and Wilbur to arrive. You were super nervous to meet them. Having only been friends for what was a short time, it felt like you knew them for years, so why was this so scary?

You debated in your mind about texting them to see if they were close by, but you didn’t want to come off as annoying and impatient. You wanted to make a good first impression, but again these were your friends. Why were you shaking with nerves?

You fiddled with your thumb’s absentmindedly until you felt a pair of hands on your shoulders, causing you to jump out of your skin. You spin around to be met with a cackling Tommy who is clucking his stomach from laughing so hard at your reaction.

“Fucking gremlin child,” you huffed under your breath, not realizing the evident blood rushing to your cheeks from being startled so easily.

“It’s nice to hear you say that in person,” a deep voice said from behind Tommy. You shifted your eyes to see a very tall Wilbur, who was wearing his round glasses pushed up his nose and curly hair fluffed to the side.

His dark sweater selves rolled up to revel his arms tucked into his side as he gazed at you with a soft smile. Finally after two years of being separated by seas, your best friend was standing right in front of you. It was surreal to say the least.

You laugh and jump forward to embrace him. The number of times you’d tease him over-call about his height made you regret your words. He towers over you as he bends down to your level to give you a long awaited hug. His arms are soft, yet firm as they wrap around your back and cage you into his embrace.

You both pull away, both grinning from ear to ear. He looks down at you with a hint of something behind his eyes, he seems to be genuinely happy to finally meet you in person. which makes you blush at the thought of him looking forward to this moment since you told him you wanted to come here. You're quickly brought out of your moment when Tommy speaks up behind you.

"So he gets a hug and I don't?!" his tone slightly offended.

"Yup, cause you're annoying," you bring a hand up to flick his forehead, causing him to let out a irritated noise. you had only just met him in person but something compelled you to do that. Maybe it was just a reason for you to break the ice and it was working because you all broke out into giggles.

“Im just kidding Tom,” you motion him into a hug.

Wilbur just stood observing the entire interaction between his two best friends. He was thrilled to finally have you here, he couldn't wait to show you all his favorite places, hang out, and get to know better in person. Finally.

The two boys had managed to drag you to the beach, and even though it was freezing Tommy insisted on going to the arcade to try and win another 'vlog gun'. After suffering through loosing a few games, Wilbur managed to win you a little stuffed cat that you promptly named Mr Whiskers.

It was endearing to watch him struggle at most of the games so he could get enough tickets. It was all worth it in his eyes to embarrass himself by losing ski-ball to you, twice, he saw the evident blush on your cheeks and the look you gave him. As if he hung the stars in the sky just for you. It made his chest hurt in a good way.

The rest of the night went smoothly for the most part. More and more, Wilbur had been getting more touchy with you. Though you didn’t mind it at all, maybe he didn’t realize how much he was putting his hand on you as you walked side by side as he led you through crowds. How he held doors open for you. It was sweet.

Maybe he was doing it just to be nice. That small voice in the back of your head telling you thats all it was. Because thats what friends do.

Eventually, the three of you met up with Ranboo and Charlie. They were just how they were online, which made meeting them a whole lot better. Walking around Brighton, making inside jokes and teasing each other. You hadn't been this happy in a while. You can remember the last time you genuinely enjoyed yourself, your friends were the product of that. You were fortunate to have found them when you did. Quarantine was hard on you, much like the rest of the world. So when you were invited to join a group game call, you couldn't pass up the opportunity. That night, something had clicked between you and Wilburt specifically. Then you started to join more calls with the gang and the rest was history.

Sometime in the night, you found yourself walking behind with Wilbur by your side chatting about nothing in particular. Until the comfortable silence filled the air between you, you took a moment to take in the nightlife of Brighton. The street lamps guide your way through the beachside and the pubs on the corner were starting to fill up. As if the city was somehow more alive at night.

"I'm really glad you came," Wilbur speaks, sincerely.

You stop your wide-eyed gaze to look at him and smile softly at him.

"I am too," You gush. "I'm honestly considering moving here,” Now he’s smiling.

Wilbur's brain starts to go a million miles a second. His heart leaped at the thought of you living closer to him. Seeing you in person everyday seemed like a dream come true. He begins to slow his step and a frown replaces your smile. Your own thoughts running rampant now, assuming you might've freaked him out by voicing that you wanted to move here so soon after meeting him in person. Maybe it made him uncomfortable. it was too soon to say something that bold. You had only just met him in person today.

"Listen, Y/N..."

You stopped and your brain got the best of you with his tone. You shouldn't have said anything like that to him. It was too soon.

“I don’t want to sound cheesy, but I need you to know how I feel.”

Oh... OH.

You knew what this was leading to. Realizing why he was acting the way he was all day.

"I like you, more than like you. You're funny, beautiful, smart, and everything I could've hoped for in a best friend. But I can't keep pretending I don't think of you when we aren't talking, or how when I look at you my chest hurts."

Wilbur liked you. Really liked you. You would jump for joy and shout to the rooftops about how much you reciprocate his feelings but something in the back of your mind told you not to. The doubt in your mind from yourself, both your fans online judging. It made you slowly start to panic. You felt as though you weren’t good enough for him.

You saw the aftermath of when his fans shipped him and Niki together. It almost ruined their friendship. You didn’t want that.

"Please say something?" he stops his rant to notice you are staring up at him with blank eyes.

"I-uh," you stutter. "can we maybe not do this now?"

His face falls and it instantly crushes you with regret. His disappointment shows as he gives you a forced smile and nods.

"Y-yeah, let's catch up with everyone, Tommy wants to do this big stream at his place." he gestures for you to move along with him, all while you feel horrible for doing this.

You wish you could take back what you said. You know you've hurt him, It's painfully obvious when he doesn't talk to you for the rest of the walk. You glance at him a few times but he keeps his eyes forward and stoic.

If only you didn’t let your anxiety get the best of you. You had to talk to him at some point, but for now you pushed it aside. The rest of the group didn’t seem to notice the sudden tension between the two of you, if they did nothing was remarked about it.

As you continued the journey to Tommys flat, you and Wilbur still walked silently side by side. With what little courage you had, you reached out your hand and held his in a moment of truce. Giving it a gentle squeeze with your fingers to seal the deal that you would talk later. You heard his soft inhale at the contact and he squeezes back. Your shoulders drop from the weight of tension being lifted off. Maybe, just maybe this ment this conversation wasn’t over.

Back at Tommy’s, the monitor in his cramped bedroom with everyone packed together like sardines; shows the twitch chat flashing by with viewers comments.

“WELCOME BACK TO THE STREAM EVERYONE!” Tommy shouted causing you to hold your ear in slight pain.

“God Tommy, could you be anymore loud?” you wince.

“Look who’s here chat!” he gestured to you with his hands, ignoring your complaints. You waved at the webcam as chat went crazy. He introduced everyone else as they all broke out into a chorus of conversation.

Wilbur was mostly quiet on your left, an occasional sarcastic comment made here and there. You could practically feel his eyes buring into the side of your head. Hopping chat wasn’t noticing how he was looking at you, your eyes shifting to your lap to fidget with your fingers.

Out of view, Wilbur reached over and took your hand picking at the skin around your nails. You had stopped your nervous tick and opted for squeezing his hand. Nobody seemed to notice the sudden shift in both your behavior.

Suddenly you felt tense, the feeling of having everyone’s eyes on you made your mind start to spiral.

Letting go of Wilburs hand, you quickly had excused yourself and walked out of Tommys room and into the kitchen.

Everyone had a mix of concerned and worried expressions as they watched you leave the room but didn’t say anything about it. Wilbur had followed you in pursuit. He found you in the kitchen hyperventilating Your panic had taken over and now your lungs were paying the price for the burning sensation from not breathing.

“it's okay,” he took your face into his hands and held you. “just follow my breaths.

he took a breath in, and you followed.

When you came to your senses, Wilbur had asked you what was wrong and you just began to cry. Everything came rushing down on you.

“Im sorry. I-Im sorry I shot you down earlier, Im sorry for h-hurting you. I-i,” you stuttered over yourself. Wilbur shakes his head at you. He probably thinks you’re such a mess.

“I don’t understand, I know you like me too, so I don’t understand why you rejected me after I poured my heart out to you. Then you go and hold my hand while we're walking.'

Wilbur was right. Playing with his feelings was selfish and cruel. He was completely in the right to question you. You were practically flirting with one another all day, and then you shut down his advances of trying to open your relationship.

“I do wanna be with you.” you sniff. “I'm just really scared.”

"Why darling? It's just me, your silly old Wil." he pokes at your sides causing you to let out a giggle. Your best friend, who looked at you with the prettiest chocolate eyes, who stayed on call with you all night when you couldn't sleep. The only person you told your deepest fears and dreams to.

You take a shaky inhale as you begin to explain. "I don't wanna ruin our friendship, we have something I've never experienced with anyone else in my life. I care about you too much to let me be a distraction in your life, and I am scared that the fans will-"

Wilbur interrupts you with a hand on your arm.

"The fans? darling who cares about that, I care way too much about you to even care about what strangers think. It's no one's business who I, or you for that matter have a relationship with." he clarified. "I love you and nothing or no one will ever change that."

Those three words made your heart leap in your throat.

"Y-you l-love me?" you stutter in disbelief.

"Yes, of course I do."

Tears roll down the apples of your cheeks as you lean forward to engulf Wilbur into another hug. His arms wrapped around your back reciprocating your embrace. your face buried in his neck as you inhale his cologne and your tears dampen his skin.

"I love you too Wil," you whisper.

He squeezes you closer to him in return and this time you don't hold yourself back...

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[heartfulselkie]

Without taking her eyes away from that corner, Ladybug moved to the side and placed the torch into the sconce at the wall. It was indeed Chat Blanc in the cell - there was no doubt of that. But compared to the relaxed and disinterested figure she had met before, he had now been reduced to a barely moving heap on the floor. Lying on his front with his arms bound behind his back and face pressed to the stone beneath him, Ladybug wasn't sure he was moving at all. But then his chest shifted with a shallow, rasping breath.

Ladybug's hand unconsciously came to rest on the hilt of her sword as she stared through the bars. The single torch illuminating that far end of the corridor was gradually growing weary as it reached its end, the flames sluggishly wavering as it kept back the encroaching dark.

Chat Blanc was like that now. After having combusted into a spectacular frenzy with a strength and ferocity that Ladybug had never seen, he had now since crashed into entropy.

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[weirdlyhornyforegos]

Damien x reader

Anon: 59) “So desperate for it, aren’t you? Well, if you want it so bad you’d better start taking it.”79) “Look at you, grinding against everything, you’re really desperate for it. Aren’t you?” giving damien a handjob while making out, with a teasy reader, damien being so desperate with y/n and y/n taking it slow.

MINORS DNI!!! I do really need to write more with this man.... :3

Wordcount: 800+

Sitting in Damien’s lap is always a treat, no matter the circumstances.

But sitting in his lap, both still fully clothed, and grinding down against his hard cock as you make out? Now that’s a delicacy.

His lips are soft against and ever so often he lets out these small little whine from the back of his throat. You don’t think he’s even aware that he is making them, but they make your arousal soar through you every time you hear them.

So, in an effort to get more of them, one of your hands goes between your bodies to palm at his crotch, and he lets out a surprised moan. You grin into the kiss, breaking it so you can kiss along what little of his neck shows above his suit shirt.

“Look at you, grinding against everything, you’re really desperate for it. Aren’t you?” Damien whines, god damn whines at that, and you almost moan against his neck in response, but you hold yourself back.

Instead, you manage to untie his bowtie and cast it aside, still grinding your hands and hips against Damien. His hands stay on your hips, clenching and twisting in the fabric of your pants.

Next to go is the first few buttons of his shirt, and that’s only so you can mouth at more exposed skin. Damien groans, one of his hands ending up in your hair now, though he doesn’t move you away, instead showing your face against his neck. It’s not the best access you have as his jacket is still on, but you work with it.

“So desperate for it, aren’t you? Well, if you want it so bad you’d better start taking it.” As the hand on your hip is moved you almost expect him to shove you off or something, but instead, he opens his belt and unbuttons his suit pants, all with one hand, which is admittedly a little impressive. Not that you pay that much attention however, since now you can put your hand down the front of his pants with ease and fish out his cock.

It’s hard and leaking in your hand, and you feel it twitch as you thumb the head, spreading out a bead of pre-cum you find there.

Damien shakes beneath you, and he tugs on your hair, but it’s only to get you to kiss him as you start jerking him off.

You take it slow, since you are in no rush. Damien tries to rock up into your hand, but you instead push on his shoulder, stilling him without needing words.

His hand not in your hair moves to paw at the front of your pants, stroking over your arousal there. You moan, moving back so you can look down on where his hand pushes against you.

“Come on, think you can get me off before I get you off?” Damien nods, and in seconds your pants are open, Damien’s hand stroking against your arousal.

“Oh, Damien....” You see a blush spread over Damien’s face as you moan his name, but that might also be because you speed up your hand then. You idly wonder if he truly can get you to come first as he speeds up his hand to match your pace, making arousal curl and settle in your stomach.

Damien tugs you back into a kiss, you almost don’t since you still want to hear his noises still, but they are not quite drowned out by the kiss, as he keeps letting out little moans and groans between each kiss. His breath hitches more than once, and you’re much in the same state as Damien works his hands against and over your arousal.

You feel yourself getting closer with every movement of your hand, and you know he is much the same as he starts to chant your name over and over and over again.

In the end he ends up making you cum first, but the man had always been good with his fingers.

Not that he’s far behind, taking less than a minute to spill over your hand after he made you shake apart against him.

You keep working over the other until you both shake with oversensitivity, and only then moving your hands away from each other.

Leaning back on his thighs, you make eye contact with Damien as you lick your hand clean. His mouth hangs slightly open, and he watches every move of your tongue as you make sure you get every drop of your cum.

As he stays frozen, you take his hand and lick that clean as well.

When you’re finished, you give a kiss to his knuckles, and then let his hand fall between your bodies.

“Let us go get cleaned up.” It takes a few tries before Damien can find his words, and you grin down at him.

“I thought you already did, darling.”

“Oh that was the fun way, now we should go shower.” You place a chaste kiss on his cheek before you get off his lap.

“Like a shower with you is any less fun dearest.” Damien gets up and pulls you into a proper kiss before leading the way to the bathroom, and perhaps if you’re both lucky, round two.

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[rainidayss]

Aphrodite (A Damon and Ester Snippet)

Just a silly little thing I jot down after discovering the origin of Damon's name.

Warnings: None

Setting: Tilaarin (Epi 7-8?)

Damon and Ester walk relaxedly, side by side, the sun slowly setting in the distance. Damon stretched; sparring with Nerissa was actually tiring. He had to admit that she knew her way around a blade; flopping into bed seemed very appealing right now. Damon glanced at Ester, whose head was tilted downward, auburn hair tickling his eyelashes. He looked lost in thought.

He nudged Ester’s shoulder, saying, “Keep doin' that, and your brain’s gonna burst one day.”

Ester blinked as if coming out of a daze and looked around at him, “Oh, sorry. I was just reflecting.”

“On what?” Damon asked.

“Some stuff Alisa said,” Ester replied, then his lips twitched into a smile, “...She said she’d hunt me down if I hurt you. I don’t see why she should be teasing you about being protective.”

Damon shook his head, “Somehow, I’m not surprised.”

Ester laughed softly, “You really care about each other. She’s like your very own Pythias, huh?”

Damon tilted his head in confusion, “My what?”

“Pythias,” Ester repeated, “From the story?”

“Still no clue what you're talking about.”

“Damon and Pythias,” Ester made a dramatic gesture with his hands. “It’s an old human story. Greek. It’s the origin of your name. You didn’t know?”

Damon rolled his eyes, but it was affectionate, “There’s only one nerd outta the two of us, and it isn’t me.”

Ester whapped Damon on the shoulder lightly, and Damon grinned.

“Well, put simply, Pythias and Damon were close friends, and one day, a tyrant king accused Pythias of going against him and said he was to be executed. Pythias accepted his fate but asked if he could travel to his homeland first to close his affairs and say goodbye to his family. The king refused, but Damon, seeing how important this was to Pythias, said that the king could take him hostage until Pythias came back. The king agreed and said that Damon was to be executed in Pythias’s stead if he did not return. Pythias left, and soon, the deadline for his return started to arrive. The king grew impatient, but just as Damon was about to be executed, Pythias returned. He apologized and explained that he had been captured by pirates but had fled the ship by jumping into the sea and swimming for hours until he found shore, desperate to come back and save his friend. Touched by the pair’s friendship and loyalty to each other, the king let them both go free,” Ester turned to look at Damon, cheek flushing faintly, “It’s a bit of a fairytale ending, but the story grew popular, and Damon and Pythias became known as an icon of loyalty.”

Damon stared at Ester, “How the hell do you remember random stuff like this?”

Ester shrugged, “I don’t know. You interest me, and I suppose a passion for something helps me remember it.” This time, Ester flushed completely, “I-I mean, it interests me. I enjoy mythology, and Greeks played a big part in it—stop laughing!”

Damon bit inside of his cheek to quiet down his chuckling, “You're adorable, did you know that?”

Ester sped up, eyes fixed determinedly away from Damon and ears still bright red, “I’m never telling you anything ever again.”

Damon jogged closer to Ester, “Nooo, oh come on- don’t worry. You interest me too. And besides, if Alisa’s my Pythias, you’re my Aphrodite,” Damon said the last part in Ester’s ear, wrapping an arm around his shoulder. Ester turned to make a face at him, and Damon started laughing again.

“You’re so cheesy,” Ester groaned.

“Sorry, I think you mean charming,” Damon raised his eyebrows.

Ester rolled his eyes but smiled all the same.

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[tokoyakii]

Under the Red Moon

Word Count | 1,622 Synopsis | exhausted from your adventures, you realize how romantic the color red can be.

          your chest is heavy as you suck in exhausted breaths, heaving with each round of air.  although any blood from the bokoblins had evaporated into a puff of purple with the rest of the monster you still felt like you were damp and sticky.  exhaustion overcomes both you and link as you come down from the high of battle, adrenaline leaving you.  your watchful eye moves around the now empty camp, checking to see if there were any stragglers as link collected the monster parts laying across the grass beneath the wooden structure.   wincing as you stand fully, you straighten your posture and draw in a deep breath to finally settle yourself as you look up at the two-tiered construct.  winding stairs and small platforms.  your eyes greet cerulean hues as your gaze meets link’s, waiting patiently for you to be ready to move on.  his unwavering stamina would never cease to amaze you.  exhaling you look at your feet then move to continue on your trek.  

          it happened so fast, one moment you were upright and moving forward, the next green filled your vision as your legs give out, sending you to the grass below.  before impact your stopped suddenly by a pair of unsurprisingly strong arms.  you look up tiredly to find link staring down at you in concern.  it had been a while since you last camped, three days?  maybe four.  in your attempt to keep up with link you had completely forgotten about your own care.  grinning lazily at him as he stands you up, keeping a hold on you to keep you from falling again,

          " heh,, guess i need to take a breather. " your vision blurs, your body going limp forcing you to get the rest you need.  link grunts and nods looking around.  he looks up to the already roaring fire atop the camp then back down to you.  changing his stance a bit as he hoists you up into his arm starting his ascent to the top.

          link sets you down gently before sitting next to you, setting the royal broadsword he currently had equipped aside.  he leans forward and grabs a stick, poking the fire to stoke it before stretching. warmth climbs to your cheeks as your eyes meet again, your eyelids coming to a close with how heavy they felt.  you hear link hum - seemingly glad you were resting - before you slip into slumber.

          you groan when you wake up, shifting uncomfortably on the flat wooden planks.  your eyes open, vision still distorted from sleep as you sit up,

          " link? " you roll your head to soothe the ache in your neck, looking around for your travel companion.  you spot link as he makes a noise letting you know he's still there.  the sight brings another round of heat to spread across your face as you flush.  link sits with his legs flat in front of him, one hand on the ground behind him supporting him as he leans on it.  his hair is messily thrown in a wild ponytail, face illuminated by the fire as he tugs an ironshroom off his skewer with his teeth.  with a yawn you move closer to him and the fire, finally taking note of the time.  when you finished your battle it was mid-day, and now the sun was setting!

          " guess i really was tired. " you laugh nervously as you grab one of the meat and mushroom skewers, biting the meat chunk off the top, humming warmly.  links food always tasted amazing.  a smile pulls on your lip as link chuckles softly in response to your statement.  he nods in agreement, tossing the stick to his fully eaten skewer off the side of the platform.  link looks at you once again, his eyes scan over you to see what your current physical state was.  watching you yawn once more he frowns, determining that you still needed sleep.  you glance up at him and pause seeing his concerned expression, " what?  mushroom stuck in my teeth? " you laugh softly, but it fades as his expression doesn't change, " seriously, what's up?  i'm fine, nice and rested. " you grin widely at him but it quickly evolves into a yawn.  you still felt groggy and sick, but you didn't want to hold link back.  link huffs and shakes his head signaling for you to lay back down.

          as you argue back and forth you fail to notice the ruddy hue overtaking the sky or the malice particles in the atmosphere.  a blood moon rises.

          link… link… the blood moon rises once again, 

          link huffs at you again, crossing his arms stubbornly, refusing to move on, but his attention turns away as he blinks.  he looks around to hyrule castle as he hears zelda's melodic voice.  his eyes shoot up to the bold red moon on the horizon.  quickly he stands up and grabs his weapon, looking to you to see if you were up for fighting,

          " finally seeing things my way, huh. " you grinned stand up, taking a couple steps over to grab your gear.  you stop as you bend over, groaning.  the world was spinning.  damn, maybe you WERE wrong.  sitting down you rub your head with a frown.  you had to fight, you couldn't leave link to-

          your thoughts are cut off, your attention being drawn to the male as you hear the loud this of his heavy two handed weapon hitting the ground.  instead he draws the master sword, the slim weapon glowing blue.  you open your mouth to insist you leave the camp instead of fight, but it was too late.  in a familiar swirl of red and purple the monsters you had fought earlier appear again where they once stood.  guilt and anxiety pit in your stomach as you bite your lip, damn you for not resting sooner, damn you for pushing yourself too much, damn you for not having the strength link had!

          a familiar 'hyah' rings in your ears, again pulling you from your own mind watching link move to block a swing of the bokoblins club.  your eyes widen in amazement as the master sword nearly goes clean through the wooden weapon.  the sword of legend held real power… and so did it's holder.  your gaze shifts to link, flushing again as you drink in the determined expression on his face.  he was so strong and brave, beautiful. link pulls his blade back, waiting for the monster to swing again before taking this opportunity and lunging while the heavy weight of the club left the bokoblins open.  with one song the blue beast fell, once again little more than a puff of purple.  two more bokoblins red in color rush up the singing steps to you both, snorting and growling with a disgusting amount of slobber.  without hesitation link moves to take them both on before they had any chance to turn their attention to you.  your breath catches as you watch him effortlessly take them out, working in sync with the blade as he blocks one attack with his shield and dodges the other, rushing it so only one remains.  all it took was two hits to get rid of the third bokoblin.  silence settles for a moment, link looking back to make sure you were unharmed.

          the only damage you sustained was that of your own heart beating wildly against your chest.  face red from a mix of the moonlight and a wild blush continually causing you to grow more into the color, butterflies erupting in your stomach under his gaze.  he never stopped amazing you, caring for you, never stopped making you fall in love with him,

          " link, that was ama- " you're cut off again, this time by a snarl.  your mind blanks for a moment as you try and remember a fourth monster, then it strikes you.  there had been a moblin at this camp.  you gulp and watch as link turns to peer over the edge down at the monster.  he grunts and switches to his bow, leaping off the edge with his glider.  an audible gasp slips from you and you scramble to the edge to watch, " link! "  below a white moblin waits, swinging its weapon around, roaring impatiently.  your gaze still on it as an arrow pierced through its eye with a squish.  you wrinkle your nose in disgust, watching another arrow penetrate the beasts nose, then another graze its cheek, landing in the dirt below.  your heart rate has no chance to settle as link is forced to land and drop his bow, drawing the master sword again.  its glow was faint, the power fading.  your heart tells you that link can handle anything and he'll be fine, but logic tells you this is an iffy battle.  time seems to slow down as you watch link charge forward bathed in a red moonlight.  all of this for your sake.  your eyes lid as you watch him, any fear you had is overcast by the warmth you feel.  love.  your gaze hold nothing aside from admiration, watching link spin and duck, attacking the looming creatures ankles.  it stumbles and falls, allowing link to run it through.  he stands over it, gripping tightly to the sword as he pants, blood decorating his face and armor.  red, the color of love.

          it's almost romantic is it not, companionship under a red sky.

          the monster and blood evaporate and link looks up at you, huffing once more before offering a thumbs up to you.  you smile softly and return the gesture before rolling onto your back, sprawling out on the cool wooden surface.  the soft smile stays on your lips as you again drift off feeling safe and satisfied.

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