#for some reason The Sigh and Last Twilight are the only things that have managed to fully catch my attention lately

[theflagscene]

Fighting with the overwhelming urge to rewatch all 6 episodes of The Sign tonight since I’m going to be up, I could watch other things that I never managed to finish or even start, but no, here I am, wanting to watch The Sign whilst waiting for the week - that just started - to end already so I can watch the new episode lol. See this is why I wait until stuff airs fully and then just binge it, I’m impatient af.

#I might help if I could actually write something #I’m feeling very trapped by my inability to take part of my usual hobbies #for some reason The Sigh and Last Twilight are the only things that have managed to fully catch my attention lately #so I’m thinking I ought to lean into it #why not obsess? where’s the harm? lol! #the sign the series

[blackholelynn]

Summer Chases Away the Cold

Summary: The sunny summer weather makes it hard to see your boyfriend when he's a vampire that sparkles in the sunlight.

Pairing: Edward Cullen x Reader

Warnings: None. Kissing but nothing too heavy I don't think

Word Count: Just over 3k

A/N: My first Twilight fic!! I have been an avid consumer of the Twilight Renaissance for I think a year or two now? And don't even get me started about how obsessed I was when I experienced Twilight for the first time!! So I'm very happy to contribute something, and I'm especially happy that it's a contribution to the Twilight Appreciation Week being done by @twilightsaganetwork! Day 1 is "favorite character" which was a really hard ask, but after some deep digging, I settled on good ol' Eddie boy. So please enjoy!

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School is an ever-present aspect of your life, no matter how much you wanted to escape it. The impending end of the summer and the summer weather brought with it only seemed to complicate matters. All of your friends were already planning vacations and activities for the three-month break. Jessica was especially trying to coax you out of Forks for a vacation to a warmer climate, like California.

You had made excuses after excuses, but you couldn’t manage to tell her the real reason behind your refusal. The only one that knew was Bella, who could see your melancholic demeanor from a mile away. It wasn’t until one fateful Wednesday that she cornered you in your shared study hall to get to the bottom of your sadness.

“Are you okay?” she blurted. It would have been silly to expect any kind of soft approach from her.

You plastered on a fake smile and attempted to hide your expression by turning back to your open notebook. “Yeah, why wouldn’t I be? School’s that much closer to being over.”

“And the sun has the Cullens hiding away.”

The Cullens.

Or, more specifically, Bella was pointing out the absence of your Cullen: Edward. You had never thought that a partnered project about The Odyssey would lead you to form such a deep connection with someone, but in each other, you both found a place of solace.

Edward had been a hard person to read with how high his walls were. He was like an impenetrable fortress, and you couldn’t even tell if it was to keep people out or to keep him in. He had even offered to do the project himself to avoid having to listen to your inquisitive thoughts, but you stubbornly refused. From there your forced proximity wore down Edward’s walls bit by bit, and the rest happened the way any relationship would – with the added element of vampirism.

“You and I both know that they have to,” you sighed, relieved to be able to at least talk to someone about your issues. Her friendship with Jacob also made her privy to the existence of vampires, considering the complications between them and the pack. She was really the only friend you could confide in regarding anything supernatural.

“I know…and I know that you’re mopey when he’s not around.” Bella bumped your shoulder with her own, trying to get you to actually look at her.

You bumped her back and chuckled, “Am not!”

“You are too, and I think you should do something about it. It’s not like you haven’t been to their house before.”

“I have, but never without being invited.”

“So?” The bell rang and Bella began packing up her supplies. She slung her bag over her shoulder and got ready to leave, only saying one last thing before she left. “I have to get to my next period, but I say just go over. He can’t be mad about you wanting to see him. He’s your boyfriend.”

Bella’s words lit a fire of indignation inside you. Why had you gone over a week without seeing Edward simply because of a little sun? You were going to march right over there as soon as school let out and demand to know why you hadn’t seen each other.

That is, you were going to do that until you found a piece of paper folded and stuck under your windshield wiper. You surveyed the parking lot carefully but only saw the typical students rushing to their cars at the end of the day. Gingerly opening it, you read the tell-tale writing of Edward.

Meet me at my house. I have something to show you.

Just his writing was making your heart thump, and it made you feel utterly stupid in the best way possible. You threw your bag in your backseat without regard and raced out of the parking lot towards the Cullens’ house. Luckily, none of the police force were out or you would’ve had to explain why you were going twenty above the speed limit in a school zone. Even being friends with the chief’s daughter wouldn’t have gotten you out of that.

As you flew down the road in your car, the trees sped past, and your tires squealed when you peeled into the Cullens’ driveway. You nearly forgot to shut off the car’s engine as you sprinted towards the door.

Alice was already there and opened it for you, a small frown on her face. “You were driving awfully fast.”

“Where’s Edward?” you blurted. When Alice’s frown grew deeper, you nervously began to play with your fingernails. “Sorry, I just…I really need to see him, Alice.”

“He’s up in his room.” She stopped you when you turned to leave with a cold hand around your forearm. It was a gentle grip in contrast to the strength you knew she possessed. “I know it’s hard to remember when you’re surrounded by vampires, but you’re still mortal. Don’t be wreckless.”

Your expression softened at her concerned words and you nodded. “Sorry if I worried you.”

“Well, you’re in one piece, so just make sure you stay that way.” The smile had now returned to her face, and she wordlessly gave her blessing by letting go of you. Alice’s footsteps were light as she skipped further into the house.

As you hurried to his room, your mind was consumed by Edward. He would inevitably comment on your infatuation, as he loved to do so. The one bad thing about him being able to read your mind was that he could always pry into your thoughts when he wanted an ego boost, as then he wouldn’t have to rely on your words alone to convey your feelings for him.

When you arrived upstairs to his room, his door was already ajar, as was his window. He was standing by it and staring out towards the forest surrounding the house. The summer sun streaming through the trees created dapples of sparkles across his skin. Your breath caught in your throat when you saw the sight.

“Do I get to see you or are you just going to oggle me from outside the room?” he teased, not turning around to look at you.

Your face heated up in embarrassment, and you took a few hesitant steps into his room. “What was with the cloak and dagger note? You couldn’t have called?”

“I thought the note would be more…interesting. Considering how fast you got here, I would say you thought so.”

“You’re teasing me an awful lot when I’ve barely seen you,” you pouted. You now stood beside him at the window, searching for whatever he was looking at. There was nothing out of the ordinary, nothing other than trees and the occasional bird. Your eyes moved back to him to get a better sense of where he was looking, but his focus was now solely on you. In an instant, your head snapped back to stare out the window. “See? I’ve got to get used to this again.”

Edward chuckled and held your chin between his thumb and forefinger, guiding you to face him again. “Well, it’s nice to know that I still have an effect. A pretty strong one at that.”

His eyes flitted around your face, searching for something. You knew that look. He was making himself at home in your brain and taking it upon himself to indulge in your thoughts. By the grin that plastered itself on his face, he liked what he had found.

You puffed out your cheeks and swatted at his chest. “No fair! No poking around in my mind like that!”

“Is it because it’s unfair? Would you like me to tell you what I’m thinking to make it up to you?” He leaned in so he was only a few inches away from your face. “Even the playing field a little?”

“Um…” His words and his close proximity made you go dumb, and your entire mouth went dry. You licked your lips to try and introduce some moisture back into them, but your saliva only made it worse.

He ghosted his lips over yours which sent shivers up your spine, and he whispered, “I’ve been thinking about this the whole time we’ve been apart.”

You weren’t sure who made the first move to close the distance, but in a surge, your lips met. The iciness of his skin felt like it was consuming you. You forgot how much you missed the feeling of being close to him until you had been deprived of it for so long. It was so overwhelming that you completely forgot yourself, hungrily trying to get even more of him.

You should have known better because with a sharp inhale, he took a step back with a sharp inhale. “The time we’ve spent apart has made me forget how hard it is to control myself around you.”

“Ditto,” you replied out of breath, although you knew he was talking about a different kind of control. With the space between the two of you now a chasm, it felt a little easier to breathe. You suddenly remembered why he had asked you to come in the first place. “I hope the thing you wanted to show me wasn’t your kissing skills because while I am absolutely not complaining, you didn’t have to create a pretense for that. If you had written a note that you wanted to kiss me, I would’ve raced over here just as fast.”

“I know,” Edward said cheekily.

You shrugged and leaned against the window sill. “Alright, then spill.”

In the blink of an eye, Edward had positioned you on his back, hanging out of the open window. “It would be better if I showed you.”

You couldn’t help but look down below, and your stomach dropped at the height. Your arms wound tightly around Edward’s shoulders as you held on for dear life, trying desperately to keep your grip as he jumped from tree to tree. He moved so fast that the leaves and branches of the forest became blurs of green and brown. You couldn’t say how many times he’d shown how fast he was or how strong he was, but every time felt like the first. It was always so thrilling.

Finally, his journey through the brush came to a slow halt once he had broken free from the tree line. There was a clearing that had a small hill in the middle of it. The trees encircled it like it was a forbidden place for them to grow. Even the noises of the wildlife seemed far away, which made it feel like a pocket of the world where it was just you and Edward.

He gently set you on the ground, and you took a few wobbly steps into the clearing. “Wow. It’s beautiful. Did you find it while you were hunting?”

“I wanted to bring you here as soon as I found it,” he replied, following closely behind you. His hand intertwined with one of your own. “We’ve only been able to see each other at school, but on days like today…”

“We could come here,” you finished with a grin. You felt like you were floating on air as you looked around the clearing. Your very own little paradise to share with Edward. A place that was yours. You spun around and put your arms around his shoulders, playing with his hair. “It’s perfect.”

He placed a small kiss on your lips, much more chaste than the last, and led you to the middle of the clearing. “I was hoping you’d say that.”

Once you got to the middle, just at the top of the slight hill, he gently guided you to lie beside him in the grass. The chill of his body was a welcome contrast to the humidity of the summer weather. You rested your head on his chest to avoid the feeling of the grass against your skin. Despite how much you two had to catch up on, an easy silence stretched between both of you, and you basked in his presence, thankful to finally be near him. The sun set low in the sky and cast a golden border of light around the dark clouds that started to roll in the sky.

“It looks like it might rain,” Edward pointed out, sitting up.

However, you refused to move. “Mhm…let’s just stay until it starts. I don’t want to leave yet.”

Normally, he wouldn’t indulge you. He would insist on leaving so that you didn’t catch a cold or slip and fall. He always was hyper-aware of your humanity and how “fragile” that made you compared to him. However, this time he settled back and brought his arm closer around you.

The clouds rolled above you creating a canopy that the sun cast beautiful colors on, creating a natural light show for the two of you to watch. It slowly grew darker and darker until there was barely a shadow of the clouds against the inky night sky. The nightfall caused you to sit up and dust off, fully ready to make the trek back to Edward’s house and your car, when he tugged on the hem of your shirt to get your attention. He pointed towards the sky again without a word when you looked over.

You looked up and were in awe, and this time you were the one to settle back into your previous position. Although there was no rain, a distant thunderstorm was lighting up the sky in flashes every time lightning striked. The thunder was a gentle and quiet roar when it reached you and Edward. You had seen heat lightning before but seeing it with Edward’s arms around you seemed to make everything look better.

“Wow,” you breathed out in awe.

“Wow is right.”

When you turned your head to look up at him, you found that his eyes weren’t on the sky but on you. They were filled with adoration, a small smirk resting on his lips. A giggle bubbled from you as you hid your face in his shoulder.

“It looks like that storm is moving towards us, so as much as I want to stay here…” Edward picked you up as he stood, holding you close to his chest. “We should get back to the house.”

“I know. I should be getting home too since it’s getting late.”

Like a gentleman, he whisked you back to your car and kept you safe from the rain, and he opened your car door for you. The warmth of your car beckoned you against the chill settling in the evening air due to the impending rain, but you couldn’t manage to bring yourself to separate from who was in front of you. Despite his chilling touch, despite his self-loathing tendencies, despite the contrast between your mortality and his immortality – he was who you wanted to be with until the end. You always had an inkling, but the soft, easy moments like this only made it that much clearer.

“I don’t want to go,” you blurted out.

Edward’s mouth turned up in a rueful smile, amused at your sudden and unimportant confession. “And I don’t want you to, but you have to get some rest for tomorrow.”

“No, that’s not what I meant.” Seeing Edward’s confused and worried expression, you rested your arms around his shoulders to assuage his anxieties. “I meant it in more of a long-term way. I don’t want the time we spend together to be so deliberately orchestrated to avoid it being by happenstance. I don’t mind waking up next to you every morning.”

“Are you…proposing?” And with the way the tone of his voice seemed to waiver, you knew that if he still breathed, the breath would’ve caught in his throat. The vampiric perfection that was always surrounding him crashed down to reveal him in his most vulnerable state. He waited in apprehension for your response.

“Yup. You’re stuck with me, lover boy. Forever.”

His amber-colored eyes lit up with glee, and the dark sky behind him flashed a bright white from the ever-approaching lightning simultaneously. You squealed when his strong arms wrapped around your middle so he could spin you around. As soon as your feet touched the ground again, his lips were attached to yours. Droplets of cold rain fell around you, but neither of you cared about the rain anymore.

However, the moment was abruptly halted when the scenery changed around you in a flash, and you were suddenly sitting on the couch in the Cullens’ living room as Edward draped a blanket over you. “I nearly forgot that you’d catch a cold in that weather.”

You puffed out your cheeks in a pout despite snuggling deeper into the blanket's warmth. “You know, we’ll have to fix this whole ‘sickness’ thing. It’s inconvenient.”

“Believe it or not, Carlisle does that for a living.”

“Haha,” you responded sarcastically to his cheeky comment. “I said forever, and I meant it.”

Edward’s jovial exterior was disrupting for only a moment before he tried to plaster it back on. “Maybe we should just celebrate an engagement right now and worry about everything else another time.”

You were about to argue when a loud clamor from deeper in the house made you startle. Esme and Rosalie were now in the middle of the room grilling you about the engagement they had known nothing about, and Alice stood behind you talking over them about wedding ideas she’d been bursting at the seams to share.

Edward smiled happily to see how well you meshed with his family. It wasn’t perfect (nothing really was), but it was more than he felt he ever deserved. You were more than he deserved. Yet, you wanted to throw away your humanity and devote yourself to him for the rest of eternity. The thought terrified him and instilled a deep sense of guilt, but for now, he would focus on the elation of the love you two shared.

Your laughter carried across the room, and he didn’t know if you were redeeming him to heaven or damning him further to hell.

#twweek22 #fan fiction #fan fic #fanfiction #fanfic #twilight #twilight saga #midnight sun #twilight renaissance #twilight x reader #twilight x y/n #twilight x you #edward cullen x reader #edward cullen x y/n #edward cullen x you #edward cullen #fluff #twilight fluff #pov second person #no y/n #reader insert #lynn writes

[luimagines]

Also this isn't a request unless you just HAVE to write for it, but imagine Reader's skills and attacks are like DnD, you have to roll dice (time will pause during rolls so it doesn't look weird, ofc-)

-Softie

This is going to be interesting. Consider it done Softie!

I know so little of DnD, please be nice.

Masterlist

Content under the cut!

You sighed and tried to shake your shoulders free of the exhaustion point that loomed over you.

It wouldn’t work but it was better than nothing. The others could see that you didn’t get a full rest and while no one commented on it, you can tell that they were slowing themselves down for your sake. You were both thankful for it and pissed off about it.

For different reasons, of course.

Suddenly the familiar blaring of an enemy horn sounded from the left and time lowed down. Roll initiative.

You groaned loudly and took out your dice. The others didn’t know this happened to you and you doubted they would believe you even if you tried to explain it.

With a heavy heart, knowing you’ll be at an disadvantage this entire fight, you roll.

Total: 16

Alright not bad.

Time speeds up again and you grab your bow, ready to take aim as you run for cover amongst the trees. Wild has a similar reaction time to you and flanks on the other side as well.

Twilight was already multiple feet ahead of you and had made first contact with the approaching monster hoard.

You prayed that they weren’t infected. The last thing you needed right now was to fight monsters with constant advantage when you’ll be dealing with this exhaustion point.

You decide to take aim and start shooting them down as Twilight forces a bokoblin on its back, driving the sword through it’s skull.

Time slows again and you wince. Roll for attack.

You send a small prayer to the dice gods and roll.

Total: 13

HIT

A sigh of relief. Finally, some good rolls.

Roll for damage.

Total: 6

You cursed. Figures.

The arrow you aimed soars true and hits the bokoblins that was about to pounce on Twilight as he retrieves his sword. It hit the creature in the ear and it squeals in pain but manages to march on.

Wild fires right after you with his multi-shot technique. Man, you wish you knew how to do that.

Warrior and Sky join the fray next, fighting side by side in a very hero worthy fashion. Hyrule and Legend somehow leap over all of them, yourself included, and land in the middle of the hoard, fighting back to back as well.

Time and Wind take up the rear and join after Warrior and Sky begin to make some head way. You don’t know where Four is.

You need to move to get better shots. If you stay where you are, you risk hitting your teammates.

You move through the tress as far as the timeframe will let you and take aim again. Same process. Roll for attack.

Total: 5

Miss.

The arrow flies right over them.

You groan and take out a magic wand. You don’t know what it does exactly but from Legend’s earlier reaction to it, it has to be strong or at least battle worthy.

The group continues to plow forward with Four coming out of the woodwork almost literally, having gotten the surprise attack from being within the tree the stupid bokoblin had gotten too close to using what you can only describe as fury of the small.

You’re respect for Four grows every day.

You decide to stay where you are and ready your wand. You have to roll for attack again when your turn comes around.

Total: Nat 20

You screamed. You have disadvantage but still! You roll for attack with a lighter heart.

Total: 19

You can work with that.

You shoot the wand and lightning shoots out of it, taking an entire row of bokoblins out as if they were mere dust in the wind.

The group pauses and looks at you.

You look at the wand.

“Well better start using that than your bow!” Legend taunts, swinging his sword at the back of the bokoblins head as it turned to see what hit it- having just missed the strike of the wand. “It’s more helpful!”

“Shut up!” You call back. “The roll of the dice have not been in my favor!”

“Well that sounds familiar!” Twilight calls back. You know it’s a figure of speech but you appreciate him validating your very literal statement.

You want to run in the fray with the wand and at leap over one of the monsters to hit it in the eye with the butt of the wand. Roll for agility.

Total: Nat 1

You wince but the die has been cast. You already have a feeling how it would end. Your body moves with the preestablished protocol. It almost moves on it’s on. You go forward and move to jump but something- you don’t see what- trips your up and you eat it.

You can hear Wild laughing from the tree line where he’s stayed.

Pushing yourself to your feet once more, you ready the wand.

“Are you ok?” Warrior calls out. “Are you injured?”

“Just peachy, Captain!” You call back with a hiss. “Just bruised in my pride.”

You can hear Legend laughing as well.

Maybe you’ll stick with the wand like he said. Legend seems to begin to be a little outnumbered since Hyrule ducked to help Sky on the left side of the field. You growl and point the wand in his direction- making sure to take the monster in front of you out in the process as you fire.

Roll for attack.

Total: Nat 20

You smirk. 

#linked universe #linkeduniverse #linked universe x reader

[squigglywindy]

Whumptober Day Two

Title: Nowhere to run

Prompts Used: Caged (and maybe Confrontation if you squint)

Warnings: Major character death. Blood. Emotions. Guilt-ish. Someone dissociates a lil

Whumpee(s): Basically everyone, but mostly Twilight, Warriors and Four

Whumpometer for those hesitant to read these bad boys, as some are Very Bad and some barely qualify as whump: 8/10 for Emotional Turmoil. 8/10 for Physical Distress

General Notes: So uh...yeah. MCD happens off-screen, but it definitely happens. Please feel free to skip if that's not your cup of tea, it's okay <3. Can also message me if you want a more spoiler-y warning. This is not particularly graphic or anything, just uh...yeah.

     Wolfie smooshed his nose against the bars and growled. At the strange hooded man to let him out, and at the situation in general for having the audacity to happen in the first place.

     He had never thought to be careful of wildlife traps. Had never bothered to look down very much as he ran. It had never crossed his mind, until the cold metal of the trap bit into his leg and scraped across his bone, that maybe people hunted wolves for sport. Or bears, or deer, or whatever the thing had been meant for.

When the stranger showed up, it definitely felt as if it had been meant for him. The stranger who had a tranquilizer dart, and rope, and an entire cage ready to go, as if he had set out to catch a wolf.

He considered shifting back, but only briefly. That would only make the cage more cramped, and the trap around his leg would probably hurt worse. He’d have thumbs to take it off with, but then the stranger would see. Discomfort was not reason enough to expose himself.

“You’re gonna make a pretty rug, pup,” the stranger smiled, crouching down so that he was eye-level with the wolf

Wolfie snarled, more than a little disappointed when the man barely flinched. He was sure he was scary; he’d had enough people react with fear. But things were different, inside a cage. He wasn’t very threatening behind bars.

He was out of options. Nobody knew where he was; he had gone to ‘get firewood’, and it was his own fault for going on a little joy-sprint through the woods. They would miss him, eventually, but that didn’t mean they’d find him in time. He needed a new plan.

The pain in his leg prompted the whine to escape before he’d truly settled on a plan; and by that point, it was too late to back out. The stranger already knew he was pathetic. Might as well roll with it.

The stranger turned to glare at him when he whined, and Wolfie swallowed his pride, hung his head, and looked up with the very best puppy-eyes he could manage. It wasn’t as hard as he wished it would be. Caged, hurt, and alone, it was all-too-easy to look like a pitiful little puppy.

“That ain’t gonna work on me, pup,” the stranger sighed, drawing the sword from his back. “Look, it’s nothing personal. Wolves are a plague, and I work on commission. I’ll make it quick.”

***

“He should be back,” Wild’s tone wasn’t worried, exactly, but it was definitely apprehensive. Twilight was famous for taking longer than strictly necessary when gathering firewood, but it had been too long; even by his standards.

“I’m sure he’s fine,” Legend waved him off dismissively and tossed their last stick onto the dying fire. “Probably just wanted a break from us. I should’ve gone with him.”

“How would it be a break if you were together?” Warriors rolled his eyes playfully and shook out his bedroll, claiming one of the coveted spots near the fire.

“I’ll go check on him,” Four huffed and jumped off of the stump he was using as a chair.

Warriors heaved a long-suffering sigh and grabbed his sword, slinging it over his shoulder. “Safety in numbers and all that; let’s go.”

They were barely a few strides away from the clearing they had set up camp in when the low howl of a wolf filled the air, and Four froze. “Wolfie?” Warriors mused curiously, turning a slow circle before giving a shrug. He started to head back off in the direction they’d last seen Twilight, but Four grabbed onto his sleeve and ran.

Warriors almost fell from the sudden jerk of it all, but he managed to right himself and follow along, as confused as he was. Wolfie came and went at will, and hearing him in proximity to camp really wasn’t that big of a deal. But Four seemed scared; and it was a strange look on him, so Warriors played along.

When the howl abruptly cut off, the smithy doubled his pace and Warriors easily matched it, speeding through the trees until they finally came into view of what was going down.

Warriors’ heart clenched, sending absolutely frigid blood through his body and freezing him on the spot. There was a man standing, wiping his sword off with a scrap of cloth, and beside him was a cage. A cage filled with a limp, unreactive Wolfie.

Warriors’ eyes flicked from the man’s sword to the blood on the ground, following the trail to Wolfie. The pieces clicked together too quickly, and he went rigid. “Wolfie?” He croaked.

The stranger had the decency to look abashed. He paled and his eyes widened as he slid his sword back into place. “...Was that your dog?” He asked, voice shamed and a little guilty and nothing like the monster Warriors already knew him to be.

He hadn’t worked out a reaction. Part of him wanted to light into the man and serve him his just desserts, and another wanted to run and check on Wolfie. Yet another remained frozen to the spot, unable to truly process what in the world he had just stumbled across.

Four did not appear to be having any such problem. He took exactly half a second to take in the scene before his mind was made up, and his sword was off his back and pointed directly at the stranger’s throat. “What did you do,” he growled lowly, voice so distinctly un-Four-like and scary that it jarred Warriors back into motion.

He surged forward and grabbed Four’s sword arm, effectively halting him before he could disembowel the stranger. The stranger had it coming, really, but as much as Warriors wanted to join in and take him out, he couldn’t. He was just a guy; hunting who he thought was just a wolf. “Get lost,” he growled at the stranger, and no level of desire for a wolf pelt could make the man stick around after that. It wasn’t worth getting stabbed over.

Once he was a safe distance away, Warriors released Four and the smithy promptly dropped his sword and ran to the cage. He fumbled with the lock for a second, but when it didn’t immediately come loose, he shoved his hands between the bars instead. They raked through Wolfie’s fur, grabbing at various body parts in search of a pulse, turning red from the blood slowly covering Wolfie’s chest.

It was a gruesome sight; and when Four choked on an uncharacteristic devastated sob, Warriors was finally spurred into action. He ripped his eyes away from the mangled mess of his old wolf friend, and turned them instead to the living mess of his brother. He was a little out of his depth; Four was never the first to fall apart, or even to fall apart at all. He was always composed, collected, and generally one to do damage control after events that left others rattled. Warriors had absolutely no idea how to return that favor.

“Hey, it’s okay,” Warriors knelt behind him, putting a hand on his shoulder and wincing when it didn’t seem to help. Four pulled his hands out of the cage, mindless of the blood as he pressed one to his mouth and used the other to grab onto Warriors’ arm as he stared, breaths coming in rapid little pants that couldn’t be doing anything other than making him lightheaded.

“Okay, it’s okay, c’mere, just...breathe for a second,” Warriors tugged him to his chest, wrapping his arms around the smaller Link as he directed his eyes anywhere but at the cage full of Wolfie. “It’s just a wolf.” His words weren’t directed at Four, exactly, and he wouldn’t have said them if he’d thought about anybody else actually hearing. He was mostly trying to convince himself to keep it together. To stay strong and put-together for Four’s sake, because as much as they all loved Wolfie, he was a wolf. And maybe if he convinced himself of that, the burning in his eyes would go away and the tightness in his chest would wither and disappear. It was a wolf; and he’d repeat it as many times as he had to until it stopped feeling like he’d, somehow, lost one of his brothers.

Four went absolutely rigid at his words, making Warriors regret saying them no matter how much they almost helped. “I didn’t mean it like that,” he hummed, not really sure what he did mean it like, but he knew now that it had sounded bad. It wasn’t ‘just a wolf’. He was Wolfie, their friend; the faithful companion that showed up in times of need no matter where or when they were.

Four sucked in a ragged breath, releasing it as a heartbroken sob and pulling away from Warriors so he could twist around and look at him. His large eyes were wider than ever, far past overflowed with tears, and his lip was tucked between his teeth, already gnawed all to pieces. “Wars,” he croaked, hands curling into the front of Wars’ tunic, seeking contact in a way he was infamous for not doing. “That’s Twi.”

Warriors’ entire world almost crashed and burned, but it halted before it could hit rock bottom; thrown completely off the rails by utter confusion. “...What?” He asked, backtracking from his initial gut reaction that of course Four was telling the truth, and settling instead into how could Four be telling the truth? Wolfie was Wolfie. And the fact that he’d never seen him and Twilight at the same time meant nothing.

“Twilight is Wolfie,” Four repeated, words unsteady but clear. “He can turn into a wolf.”

The feeling that slammed into Warriors hit him like a horse at full speed, dragging him under its feet and hitting him with a new gut-punch with every second that passed. Twilight was Wolfie. Wolfie was dead. Twilight hadn’t bothered to tell all of them because he didn’t trust them and now he was dead. “How do you know?” He demanded. It felt impossible to speak past the boulder-sized lump that had lodged itself in his throat, but he forcefully shoved the words out anyway. He had to know the answer; had to know if there was any way that Four was mistaken.

“Doesn’t matter,” Four sniffed, and the words felt so distinctly untrue, but Four didn’t give Warriors time to question him further. “We have to get him out,” he turned back to the cage, tugging on the lock with near manic determination. “He can’t...we can’t leave him...they put him in a cage. Why? He...he just...locked him up and stabbed him, it’s not...” his words weren’t really stringing together to make for a coherent question, but he turned to Warriors as if he expected an answer anyway.

The only thing Warriors had to offer was more questions, so he kept his mouth closed and drew his sword instead. It took a few slams from the hilt of his sword to the lock on the cage, but eventually, the metal broke away and Four was able to swing the door open.

Warriors didn’t know what to do but stare. Four crawled halfway into the cage to wrap his arms gently around Wolfie and drag him out, away from the cage and into a patch of grass where he sat down. He pried the trap off of Wolfie’s leg and tossed it aside, pulled Wolfie into his lap, hugged the limp wolf body, and cried. It was a normal reaction; healthy, even. Going through the motions of someone who had lost a brother and stumbled across the scene in the aftermath; and it made Warriors feel jealous in a way he didn’t want to.

His brain was speeding faster than it ever had in his life; and still, he couldn’t catch up. He was still reeling from Wolfie being dead; and then the ‘Wolfie is Twilight’ bomb was dropped and he hadn’t had time to process any of it.

He moved to sit beside Four anyway. He put one hand on the Smithy’s shoulder, a silent offer of support even though he had no idea what to do, and gently placed the other on Wolfie’s head. He drug a finger slowly across the marks on Wolfie’s forehead, taking in the familiar pattern and wondering why he had never really noticed it before. Why he’d let all of the pretty obvious signs fly right over his head. Why he’d never been close enough to his brother to learn of this secret until it was too late.

“I’m sorry,” he spoke softly, hand stroking down Wolfie’s head to the tip of his big pointy ear. He flicked his tongue out across his lips and tasted salt; the first indicating that he had, apparently, started crying at some point. He hadn’t realized; and even now that he did, he still didn’t feel much. He wished he would. Even heart-mangling grief could be followed by some form of catharsis. All he felt now was empty, and guilty. Guilty because he had presented himself in such a way that Twilight hadn’t told. Because Twilight had snuck off alone to be a wolf in peace, and in the absence of their treasured buddy system, he had been captured and caged and killed. Because if he’d spent one less second teasing Legend and one more searching for Twilight, they might have gotten there in time. “I’m so sorry,” he repeated, grasping Wolfie’s limp head between his hands and sliding the wolf’s eyes closed, trying to imagine a world where he was merely sleeping. Where he’d wake up, and yell ‘surprise!’, and admit to scaring them all just to have a little fun.

Four dropped his head against Warriors’ shoulder, and Warriors took the invitation and leaned into the support that he wasn’t sure if he was providing or receiving. Maybe it was both. Four sniffed, hiccuped, and wiped a sleeve across his eyes and nose; the very picture of someone who had officially stopped caring how pathetic they looked. “We’ve gotta tell the others,” he spoke, hoarse and broken and somehow still thinking of the important things. It hadn’t even crossed Warriors’ mind yet that they would eventually have to return to camp. Take Wolfie’s body, bury it properly, and explain to everyone that their beloved wolf had died. And Twilight wasn’t coming home.

He wondered how many of them knew. If Twilight had revealed himself to everyone except Warriors, and they would all look at the wolf the same way Four had. With the eyes of a heartbroken brother; and never, ever utter the words ‘it’s just a wolf’. “It can wait,” he decided. He couldn’t go back to camp right now. Look everyone in the eyes, and tell them. He would have to; he couldn’t pawn that burden off on Four. He would do it, but it could wait.

But they couldn’t wait forever. There was only so much time they could stay gone before the others began to worry, and with three of their party missing, it had apparently been decided that it would be best to stick together.

When the sound of their ‘locator whistle’ hit Warriors’ ears, he had no choice but to respond. Confirm his direction, and that he was alive. Four responded reflexively as well. It couldn’t have been lost on the others that Twilight did not.

When they finally showed up, it was chaos. Those who knew the truth was a smaller number than Warriors expected; but everyone was instantly devastated anyway. Because Wolfie had never been ‘just a Wolf’ to any of them.

And then those who knew were telling those who didn’t, and Wolfie was surrounded, and half of them were forming a mob to hunt down the man who had done this and the other half were holding them back. Those who weren’t crying were yelling, and it wasn’t long before everyone was doing both; all but Four, who hadn’t budged from his position on the ground with Wolfie clutched to his chest. His homicidal stint had come and gone long ago.

Warriors listened for a while. Sharp accusations from Legend about how they should have checked on him sooner. Desperate pleas from Hyrule as he tried to heal a broken wolf body that refused to mend. Broken sobs from Wild, curled up beside Four whispering desperate reassurances into ever-listening ears that could no longer hear him. Silent tears from Sky as he simultaneously  physically restrained Legend from charging into the woods to find the stranger and tried to do damage control everywhere else all at once. A quiet ‘why didn’t he tell us?’ from Wind before he buried himself into Time’s side and refused to emerge and face the world, heartbroken sobs muffled against Time’s armor. And Time, staring at Wolfie with an expression Warriors couldn’t quite read.

It was a lot; too much, even, and Warriors bailed while the others were too preoccupied to notice. The guilt came back full-force at that; clawing at him and demanding to know why he couldn’t even be bothered to stick around. Why his own gnawing discomfort was more important than his brothers, left behind to mourn without him.

He returned to camp, enough of his senses remaining to know better than to wander off somewhere the others wouldn’t think to look when they noticed he was gone.

The fire had been killed before they left, so Warriors quickly built it back up before spreading out his bedroll and settling in to stare. First at the blood that coated his hands and tunic, mostly courtesy of Four who couldn’t seem to resist putting his little hands all over everything. Then at the fire, the trees, back to the fire. The world went on, somewhere outside the little bubble that had formed around him, but inside, it was mostly blank. He blocked out the images of Wolfie, the sounds of everyone else, the entire horrible fiasco. It was all just a distant humming as he sat, staring into the fire and stubbornly refusing to feel.

Time held no meaning; and while he knew some of it had passed, it could have been twelve seconds or twelve hours. The sun was setting by the time he felt a hand on his shoulder, so he knew it’d been awhile, but he couldn’t be bothered with caring. It wasn’t like he had anywhere to be.

“Hey,” Time’s voice was low and gentle, like he was speaking to a spooked horse. “How’re you doing?” It was a dumb question, no matter what way Warriors looked at it. On one hand, he was obviously doing terrible. On the other, everyone else was doing worse. Time should be worried about them. “You got rid of Wind,” he commented absently, noting the distinct lack of sailor attached to the old man.

“Sky has him,” Time shook his head, inclinding it back toward the woods. “Wild had a couple shovels; they’re digging a hole.”

‘Preparing a grave’ went unsaid, but it was all Warriors could hear. Fresh tears filled his eyes and he scrubbed them away, frustrated at his body insisting on acting as if he felt something without allowing him the courtesy of actually feeling it. “How’re you doing?” He asked, addressing Time without turning to look at him. That felt like it would take a lot of energy; more than he had. Anything beyond staring at the fire felt like far too much to tackle.

Time took a moment to answer, and silence said everything that he refused to. “Doesn’t matter.”

Warriors blinked, a tiny slice of motivation returning and giving him the willpower to turn toward Time and fix him with a disbelieving glare. “Of course it does you idiot. You and the rancher were close. Probably more than the rest of us.”

Time shrugged. “He loved all you boys, Captain. And he didn’t keep his secret because he didn’t trust you.”

Warriors stiffened at that, wondering what exactly he’d done to give himself away. “Then why did he do it?” He demanded, anger flaring in the empty void in his chest. Anger because he’d never know, now. He’d never know if Twilight would have told him eventually; or the rationale for choosing not to. “Why did he choose wandering off alone over telling us the truth!?” His voice was rising but cracked and ruined it, forcing him to trail off with a frustrated little growl.

Time shook his head. “I don’t know. But that was his choice, Captain. And you can’t blame yourself for the choices he chose to make.”

Warriors wanted to believe that. But. “What about making him feel like he couldn’t make a different one?”

Time sighed, picking up a stick from nearby and rolling it in his hands just to have something to keep them busy. “Do you honestly believe things would have gone differently if you had known?”

Warriors shrugged. He didn’t know for sure; but he was sure of one thing: “He wouldn’t fight us to let him go off alone all the time.”

“Maybe,” Time admitted. “But, some of us did know; and not all of us because he wanted us to. Knowing who Wolfie was would not have enabled you to stop what happened. He made a choice to go off alone, and we made the mistake of respecting that decision. We all did. You just happened to be the one who offered to go look for him. That’s a good thing, Captain. You did what you could.”

He was running out of arguments, even if Time’s words hadn’t done much for the gaping hole where his heart once beat. “I told Four he was ‘just a wolf’,” Warriors recounted, because that was his fault.

“And you thought he was,” Time tried to help, but it didn’t. Because even without knowing the truth, Wolfie had never been ‘just a wolf’. He was the one who showed up when someone stormed off into the woods, keeping them company and existing in silence until they were ready to face the others again. He was the one who laid with them when they couldn’t sleep, and laid on them when the world got to be a little too much. He was their collective emotional support wolf who was always there for them when they refused to let anybody else be. He knew all of their secrets; and Warriors couldn’t even find it in himself to be mad at him for keeping one of his own.

“Wolfie was as much our brother as Twilight was,” Warriors shook his head stubbornly, and he didn’t care that that didn’t really make sense to say after current revelations. Of course he was; they were the same person. But they had existed as separate for so long that it was impossible not to mourn them both. The brother he’d had for far too short a time; and the wolf he never appreciated until he was gone.

“Come on,” Time put a hand on his shoulder and squeezed before standing and offering him a hand. “The others need us. And you need to stop staring at that fire. It’s gonna be okay.”

Warriors nodded, even though he didn’t believe it; and Time’s voice betrayed that he didn’t either, really. But he was right. The others needed them, and their leader of damage control was gone. So Warriors shoved aside all the wretched things that were suddenly demanding to be felt, and stepped into the biggest shoes he knew he would never be able to fill. But he would try. For the brothers he still had, the brother he’d lost, and the Wolf who had always known him better than anyone else.

#Whumptober 2022 #No.2 #Linked Universe #LU Twilight #LU Wolfie #LU Warriors #LU Four #LU Time #The others are there but not really focused on much #Major character death #Death #Blood

[foreverdawning]

Like a Melted Chocolate

This is for the Twilight Christmas Exchange. This is for @percyiackson!

I am also posting this on AO3.

Leah always treasured the moments when she had her thoughts to herself. Seth and Jacob were known to sleep in soundly on the weekends—ever since the leeches had left years ago, there was no reason to do so many patrols. Leah allowed herself to get lost in the forest and feel the soft earth under her paws. In a few more minutes, she’d have two idiots in her head again but for now she could enjoy the freedom.

Unsurprisingly, Jacob’s thoughts came into Leah’s head.

Looks like you’re enjoying yourself.

Leah tried to ignore him unsuccessfully until a question entered her mind. Seth?

He’s still sleeping. He has that final coming up in a few weeks and I gave him the rest of the month off. I tried giving him the whole semester but he’s stubborn.

Leah made a thought of acknowledgement. She slowed her run to a light jog and transformed back to her human form. She could hear Jacob do the same behind her. Leah crouched down to pick up some clothes she’d stashed before her run.

“Where are you headed?” Jacob called out behind her, already dressed in his signature cut offs. Leah ignored him and finished getting dressed and started walking away. Jacob caught up with her.

Leah sighed. “I’m going to Charlie’s house. He and my mom want us to have Sunday breakfast together. But Seth’s not going to make it.”

Jacob laughed. “Oh, I’m sure you love that!”

Leah tried to smile and kept walking. Jacob kept pace with her. “Must be weird, you and Bella being almost stepsiblings.”

“Not as weird as you’re making it out to be. Aren’t you still in love with her?” Leah jabbed at him.

If Jacob was hurt, he didn’t show it. “As I’ve said a billion times, Bella and I are just friends. What crawled up your butt?”

Leah grunted and stopped in her tracks. “You’re very annoying, you know that?” Leah was suddenly glad Seth wasn’t around for this. It would have been awkward doing this half-joking, half-flirting thing with her little brother around.

“I’m known to be a bit of an annoyance on occasion.” Jacob grinned innocently before running off, “I’ll see you at breakfast!”

“I didn’t invite you!” Leah yelled back and then smiled.

…

Jacob could be the only person in the world that felt comfortable showing up unannounced to the Clearwater-Swan awkward family breakfast.

Charlie answered the door, “Hi Jacob. I didn’t expect to see you here.” His face trailed off to Bella in the kitchen standing next to Leah.

“I invited him,” both Leah and Bella said at the same time. They both pointedly looked away from each other and found the cracks in the linoleum floor much more interesting.

“Okay…” Charlie was not the type to ask questions when things got weird.

Things were already weird enough with the unspoken do-not-speak-about-the-Cullens rule. Leah still remembers Bella’s face when she got unceremoniously dumped by Edweird. Bella and Jacob had become inseparable in those months. But of course, once Bella got her bloodsucker back, it was her turn to dump Jacob. Or whatever it’s called when you dump a friend. But now that the leeches have left Bella for a second time, she’s begun calling Jacob more. And it’s really grating on Leah’s last nerves. Especially now seeing Bella sharing private jokes with him.

“Leah, how has your search for a new job been coming?” Charlie asked.

Charlie had always been pleasant to Leah and decent enough to her mother. She bit back the automatic retort she had and instead managed a somewhat nice response. “I’m still looking. It’s not like the prospects have changed much in six days since you last asked.”

Sue gave Leah a warning glance before patting her napkin against her face. “It’s alright, sweetie. This area’s not exactly crawling with jobs.”

“I recently quit working at the Newtons’ hiking store so they’re hiring,” Bella chimed in. “Since I started this new semester at Washington it’s just too hard for me to balance school and work.”

Leah wanted to punch Bella’s annoying ass face in but managed a quick smile and a considerate hum.

Jacob piped up with his usual annoying charm and directed the attention on himself, much to Leah’s relief.

…

 After dinner, Leah and Bella were cleaning the dishes. Jacob, Charlie, and Sue were laughing loudly in the living room.

Neither girl said anything to the other for a long time until Bella spoke. “You know, if I had to get a sister, I’m glad it was you.”

It took everything in Leah not to roll her eyes. “Why is that? You don’t even know me.”

“Jacob talks about you all the time.”

Leah paused momentarily before collecting herself enough to continue wiping the plate in her hand. “He does?” The softness in her voice was on full display and all the usual snark was gone.

Bella nodded. “In fact, he said you were probably his best friend.”

“No he didn’t.” Leah hated being the butt of a joke.

“I’m serious. He told me this the other night. I think he likes you.”

Leah shot a look at Bella, and Bella blushed and looked back and the plate she was drying. Leah prayed that Jacob was not eavesdropping on this conversation. “Let’s just drop it,” Leah gritted out.

…

Jacob offered to give Leah a ride back to the Clearwater residence. Sue spent most of her nights at the Swans’ anyway, but it was too cramped for Leah. Not that their house was any bigger but there was a very obvious lack of Swans that Leah particularly enjoyed.

Seth was hunched over the dining room table with his textbook propped up against a roll of paper towels.

“Hey Seth.”

Seth didn’t look up. “Hey.”

Leah reached out and ruffled Seth’s hair on her way to the fridge. Jacob stepped through the door.

“Leah, you left your phone.” Jacob held the phone up high above his head almost hitting the popcorn ceiling.

“Thanks.” Leah took the phone from him, and Jacob shifted from side to side. “You know,” she started, “you could hang out for a bit if you wanted.”

Jacob honest-to-goodness blushed, and Leah had to look away. Thankfully, Seth was oblivious to the flirtation going on around him. “I actually was wanting to talk to you.”

Leah’s heart began pounding. “Sure, we can talk in my room.”

Walking the few feet it took to get to her door felt like agony. Leah’s heart felt like it was going to pound out of her chest. Once both of them were in the room, she closed the door.

Jacob took a moment to look around. Leah felt weirdly naked having Jacob looking at her childhood bedroom and preteen posters still hanging on the walls.

“I don’t know how else to say this…” Jacob scratched the back of his head and stared at the ground. “But I like hanging out with you and was wondering if maybe we could hang out just the two of us.”

Leah snorted. “Is that seriously how you were planning on asking me out?”

Jacob looked at her sheepishly. “I didn’t have some grand plan for it. It just kinda sprung to mind.”

Leah rolled her eyes and stepped closer to Jacob. “Yes, I would like to ‘hang out just the two of us’ sometime.”

Jacob grinned and grabbed her hands. “Really?”

“Yes, really.”

Jacob hugged Leah and laughed awkwardly.

Seth shouted from the kitchen, “Finally!”

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@twilight-secret-gift-exchange

#ficlet #leah x jacob #jacob x leah #idk their ship name i am sorry #percyiackson #twilight #twilightsaga #twilight secret gift exchange #twilight gift exchange #Christmas 2022 #twilight saga fanfic #fanfiction #blackwater

[skyward-floored]

@telemna-hyelle you wanted to see the first ever draft of brethren in a cradle?

Here you go :D

it’s a little choppy, and obviously wasn’t supposed to be the first chapter, but it’s interesting to see what I kept and what changed in the actual fic (and a few things I haven’t put in yet).

(The date on this was June 21, 2021. I did not realize it was that long ago I started to write this o_o)

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“Guys what the heck?!”

Wind’s shouts made Twilight snap his head up. Warriors and Wild had finally returned, and were currently holding a small smoky bundle. Well, Wild was holding the bundle, Warriors was shushing Wind and trying to calm him down. It was too late though. Before long the entire camp had converged on the two knights and were bombarding them with questions.

“What’s going on? What did you guys find?”

“What took you so long? Only the Old Man’s group isn’t back yet!”

“What’s with the rags?”

“Is that a baby?”

Silence fell over the clearing at the last question, and Twilight finally stepped forward to put a hand on the bundle.

“Great Farore above,” he muttered in shock as a small hand appeared from beneath the messy folds.

All of the Links present immediately burst into an uproar.

Wild ignored the noise and gently pulled the cloth farther down, revealing bright blue eyes peeking out from underneath a mop of sooty blond hair.

“We found him in the last house we searched,” began Warriors in in a soft voice to Twilight as Wild desperately tried to field the others questions. “I don’t know how he survived honestly; the place was half gone and an entire bookshelf missed where he was lying by centimeters.”

He sighed, brushing some ashes from his scarf. Twilight gently took the small bundle from Wild, wiping some soot off of the child’s face as he did so.

“We’ve swept this whole town,” Warriors continued, “if anyone else had survived we would have found them by now,” he finished with a resigned look in his eyes.

Twilight felt a familiar weight settle in his stomach. He knew they weren’t fast enough, he should’ve gone ahead, he should’ve-

“Rancher I know what you’re thinking. There’s no way we could have made it here in time, you know that,” said Warriors gently, putting a hand on his shoulder. “don’t blame yourself.”

Twilight stared down at the bundle in his lap and nodded, sighing quietly.

“I know Captain.”

He watched the baby for a moment, then looked up at the Warriors, frowning as he saw something in his eyes.

“Are you alright?” Twilight ventured.

Warriors’ hand was fisted tightly in his scarf, his face creased into a tight frown as he looked at his boots.

”I’m fine Rancher. I just, I- this just-“ he cut off, frowning as he stared down at his hands. “...this reminds me too much of the war,” he muttered. “too many innocent villages caught in the crossfire without any say in it.”

Warriors was silent for a moment before a frustrated growl escaped his lips. “I just wish we could’ve-“

“Um, hello?” interjected Legend, tired of his questions remaining unanswered. “anybody know what we’re going to do with this baby exactly? We’re kind of on a world-saving quest, hunting for monsters, and fighting for our lives in case you didn’t notice. We can’t take him with us!”

Wild frowned at him. “Well we can’t just leave him here, maybe we should-“

“We have to bring him!” interrupted Wind. “There’s nowhere else for him to go!”

The clearing dissolved into arguments again as Twilight stared down at the baby quietly sucking on his thumb, Warriors tiredly watching the debate.

The child looked up at him and smiled sleepily, doubtless happy to be around people again after being alone for so long. Twilight felt his mouth upturn as he watched the little guy start to fall asleep, for some reason lulled by the sounds of the arguing heroes.

His suddenly found his thoughts turning to his own family. Was Uli’s baby doing all right? He hoped Rusl and Colin didn’t miss him too much. He wondered if Fado was managing to keep the goats contained for once, and if Ilia-

He was broken from his musings by Time, Sky, and Four returning to camp.

Four furrowed his brow at the chaos in front of him as the three walked in, a hand raised to scratch his chin.

“What happened here?” He asked Hyrule, who hadn’t joined the argument. The Traveler wordlessly pointed at Warriors and Twilight, the latter of whom gave an awkward little wave at Time.

Twilight wished he’d had Wild’s slate at that moment; the look on his mentor’s face was priceless as he caught sight of the baby in his protégé’s lap.

“Rancher,” he said in a strained voice. “Where did you get-”

Twilight shrugged. “The Cook found him.”

Time stared at him for a moment then sighed and rubbed his forehead.

“Of course he did.”

He walked over and sat down on the log next to Twilight, looking down at the now sound asleep baby in his arms. Warriors, Four and Sky all glanced at each other, then went to try and settle (or join) the rapidly escalating argument behind them.

“Did they find any other survivors?” Time asked Twilight, the tone of his voice suggesting he already knew the answer.

Twilight shook his head.

“No.” He answered heavily. “he’s the only one. We’ve looked all over, there’s nobody left. It’s a miracle the Champion found him at all.”

Time nodded solemnly and closed his eyes, looking lost in thought.

“I suppose we’ll have to figure out if he has any relatives living elsewhere, or any villagers who may have fled...” he began after a moment. “I just don’t know how we’re going to be able to take him with us. We’re hardly equipped to handle caring for a baby, even if it’s only for a short while.”

“With all do respect old man, I don’t think we really have a choice,” declared Twilight, dusting more soot off of the baby. “we’ll just have to hope there’s another village nearby with someone willing to take him in.”

Time frowned, rubbing his face tiredly. “I suppose so. We’d better make camp here for tonight, we can figure out a more definitive plan in the morning.”

Twilight nodded and handed the baby over to Time, hiding a smile as the old man struggled awkwardly for a moment. “I’ll take him back in a minute, calm down old man. I was just going to see if Wild had any milk he could drink when he wakes up.”

Time leveled him with a strangely pouty look. “I am perfectly calm and capable of holding a baby for a few minutes, Rancher.”

Twilight grinned and clapped him on the back. “Sure thing old man, sure thing.”

Time stared down at the sleeping bundle in his lap as Twilight walked away. The baby had started to drool in his sleep, a smile gracing his tiny features through the ash and soot that still clung to his face.

Time sighed heavily.

“I’m getting too old for this.”

#my OLD writing #linkeduniverse #linked universe #writing from the floor #long post #I have so many deleted scenes of this fic lying around my files

[geniequestria]

The 5 non-genies of the Elements break off their huddle at last. They have decided upon their next idea, following up on what Pinkie and Rarity had planned together shortly before Fluttershy’s genification. The group gave themselves time to think it over first, as they didn’t want to make the same mistake they did with the New Element of Kindness wish. They came to the conclusion that it shouldn’t upset Fluttershy to just try to wish them here. If who they have in mind listens to them, then they’ll have their failsafe for turning things back to normal.

The elements with Twilight leading walk back up to Starlight, a bit of renewed hope in their eyes. “Ok, Starlight… we have our next wish…”

Starlight smirks “Excellent, Princess. What do you have in mind next?~”

“We wish that the draconequus Discord was transported here!” Twilight determinedly said.

That actually takes Starlight off guard. “Oh no… I can’t believe I forgot about him…”

Starlight grimaced. Of all the things for her to forget, her plans would be all doomed if Discord were to be at the beck and call of the remaining five. Discord himself is pretty much at least on-par if not automatically better at magic then any genie simply because of his years of experience of using chaos magic. 

While she could just twist the wish to not bring the real Discord here, she realizes that eventually she’d have to confront him anyway. Meaning for Geniequestria to continue, she has to convince him that a world of genies would be more beneficial to him. She does briefly consider just telling him that he’d be free to do whatever chaos he wants because every genie will be able to do some of the same. But at the same time, Starlight doesn’t know Discord enough. Maybe Discord would prefer being the only one with this kind of power, Starlight also isn’t aware of just how close he is to the Mane 6. Unaware of his particular favoritism towards Fluttershy, and wonders if any of the other 5 may be close enough to have his ear in turning things back.

Either way, she feels like she may have just poorly miscalculated too early about being so confident of Geniequestria coming into fruition. Perhaps she shouldn’t have entrapped herself into this game she started so quickly. But it was too late for that now. She lowers her head and sighs. “Do I… really have to?”

Rainbow Dash laughs “Hahahahaha! You were so confident in your victory! Now that you have to face the Lord of Chaos, suddenly you look scared don’tcha?” The fear on Starlight’s face gives hope to the non-genies of the Elements, Twilight even manages a confident smirk. “You forcefully signed us up for this game, don’t you turn your back on it now. You promised you’d allow us ANY wish~”

Starlight grumbles. But then sighs once more “Fine… I’m a mare of my word…”. She reluctantly charges up her horn and envisions bringing the lord of chaos to this very spot. She expects it to happen soon, though oddly nothing seems to be really happening. After about a few minutes, Starlight actually starts legitimately trying as hard as she can to bring Discord just to prove she can do it. But oddly, it seems it’s not possible for her.

“What’s the matter, Starlight? Too chicken to actually go through with bringing him here~” Rainbow Dash mocks

Though Starlight just responds sincerely “No… I’m actually really trying to… but he won’t! I don’t know why I can’t…” She starts to think of why this wouldn’t work. Perhaps Discord himself felt the pull of her teleportation but with him being of a similar power level. Just refuses to be brought over here, for whatever reason. Though there is another possibility that Starlight fears more, that Discord is just TOO powerful for even a genie to summon.

The cyan pegasus scoffs “Likely story! You just don’t want to bring him here!”

“Listen here, you COCKY birdbrai-“ Starlight’s temper flares before she’s tapped on the shoulder. “WHAT?!” She turns around to see it’s Fluttershy.

“Calm down now, Starlight. Take a deeeeeeeeep breath. Keep calm and collected…” Starlight has a few more rather angry breaths, before she does indeed listen to Fluttershy by closing her eyes. Taking a deep breath in, and then exhaling. While she was still a little upset, she did already feel a bit better. Though she doesn’t think deep breaths are going to make the current situation any easier.

“Now listen to me, Starlight… I know a way to bring Discord here.” Starlight raises an eyebrow “How do you have this special way to call for him? And uh… if a wish isn’t even going to work… maybe I should just consider it impossible to do… and just move on!”.

“Nonsense, Starlight… I want Discord to see the new me anyway” Starlight grimaces, as the rest of the elements cheer. “Ha! Maybe Fluttershy really is helping us!” Which does actually arise some anger from Starlight. “No… you’re not betraying me again, are you?!”.  

Fluttershy then leans in toward Starlight’s ear to whisper. “You don’t have to worry… I know exactly what will convince him to stay out of your way~”. Starlight’s initial fearful anger that Fluttershy was turning on her again quickly disappears, which immediately puts worry on just what Fluttershy just whispered to Starlight.

“Wait… Fluttershy… you aren’t… going to GENIFY Discord are you?!” Twilight suddenly worried about that possibility.

Fluttershy just shakes her head. “Nah, Discord’s already pretty much immortal and genie-level powerful. Besides, if Starlight can’t even bring him here. I’m not sure genification would even work on him at all” That does come as a relief to Twilight, though she’s still curious about what Fluttershy just whispered to Starlight. “…Just what did you say to Starlight, then?”

Fluttershy just winks “You’ll find out in a little moment~”

“Fluttershy, darling. If not even Starlight or any of the other genies can summon Discord, how do you think you can?” Rarity asked.

“It’s quite simple, actually. Just a little bit of instant long-distance communication!” Fluttershy smiled

Twilight puts a hoof to her chin, there’s only one kind of communication that comes to mind like this “You mean like when I send scrolls to Princess Celestia via Spike’s magic fire?”

Fluttershy nods slightly “Sort of, though this was entirely invented by Discord himself. And it doesn’t send a physical item to the intended recipient. Instead, it projects a magic screen where you can read magic messages from those you added to your buddy list. And it has magic knobs similar to our typewriters. Unlike your letters to Princess Celestia, this can do more than just correspondence. You can actually have near instant text conversations with anyone you have in your buddy list, from pretty much anywhere in the world!”

Just about every pony listening is rather fascinated. Both genies and non-genies alike, though Twilight in particular is rather taken by the idea. “Wow! That sounds amazing actually, that’d be pretty revolutionary for our society to be able to talk to those from far away like this. Did Discord have a name for this? And how long has this existed?”

“I think Discord is going with the name DisChaos. I know that’s obviously a self-indulgent name on his part, but it does also cleverly pun off the word “discuss”. As for when it was created, it’s relatively recent. Only a select few picked by Discord himself was given access, and I of course was one of them. But he did say just a few days ago that he was soon ready to start spreading access to any pony in Equestria who wants it” Fluttershy explained

“Admittedly, I wasn’t too sure about going on it myself. But he said I wouldn’t have to get in contact with every pony who currently has it. It’d be just him and me, so he could ease me into it slowly. Although, now that I’m feeling much more confident after being genified. I might be interested in helping him give access to others myself, and having at least a few more friends to talk to on it” Fluttershy’s friends think about potentially at least trying this out when they have a free moment.

“Maybe we’ll each at least make an account sometime later just to try it.. But for now, I think you should ask Discord to get to Ponyville” Twilight suggested

Fluttershy nods “Exactly what I was about to do, Twilight”

“So how do you activate it?” Twilight asked

Fluttershy explains “It’s entirely magical, so for unicorns and/or Alicorns like you. It should be as easy as accessing it within your mind from your brain via your horn. For pegasi and earth ponies, it requires some kind of magic bracelet created by Discord to use it. Though now that I think about it, I left my bracelet back at the cottage…” 

“Oh no, should one of us try to go fetch it… if Starlight will even let us do it…” Twilight frowns knowing they’re still a little blockaded by Starlight’s genie army.

Fluttershy shakes her head “That shouldn’t be necessary, yet another perk of being a genie… I should have easy access to it like unicorns and alicorns would.”

“Oh… well…” Twilight frowns as Fluttershy’s glowing opinion of being a genie still gives her conflicting thoughts.

Fluttershy closes her eyes, then rears up on her hindlegs and makes her forelegs glow. A magic screen projects from Fluttershy’s hooves, showing a dark gray background and white text. Fluttershy’s buddy list shows up the moment it’s activated. As Fluttershy mentioned, it only has one buddy on there, Discord himself who had a circular picture of himself as his icon. Fluttershy then moves a hoof, on the screen a cursor can be seen following the movement of Fluttershy’s hoof, she moves the cursor over Discord’s name in the list. She then gently pushes her hoof once as to click, loading a new screen that shows the most recent messages from her past conversation with Discord on the magical service.

The ponies watching Fluttershy from behind her are rather intrigued. They stay back though as to not intrude, The text is too small from where they are for them to know what Fluttershy and Discord talked about before. Most of Discord and Fluttershy’s past conversation was just Fluttershy giving her thoughts on DisChaos thus far. Anything else was Discord posting silly picture of animals with caption texts to them with Fluttershy either replying with amused laughter, or just enthusiastic squee’ing at how cute the animal was in the picture. Even from a little ways they could read the text on the images, Rainbow even chuckles a little “Heh, Is that a cat saying ‘can I haz hayburger?’”

Fluttershy turns her head back towards Rainbow and smiles “Yeah, Discord likes to send me amusing images like this. He likes to call these kinds of pictures… meeps. He tells me meeps don’t necessarily have to be animal pictures, but ones of animals he’s either made himself or from a few others he knows are usually shared to me.” Rainbow puts a hoof to her chin, wondering what kind of meeps she would post.

Fluttershy then starts turning the 2 dials, pressing them down when she wants to type those letters down to start contacting Discord.

Fluttershy then collapses the screen and smiles before the rest of her friends. “So… is Discord coming?” Twilight asked

Fluttershy nods “Yep, he’ll be here in a jiffy. Just going to be a short wait before he does”

“Ah hope he fixes this whole mess fo’ us…” Applejack bluntly says.

Twilight sighs “Even if he does, I feel like there’s going to be something we’ll have to do in return for him… but I guess anything Discord would have us do is better than what Starlight is forcing on all of Equestria…”

Starlight herself is a bit too nervous to even retort to Twilight as the inevitably of Discord coming in soon. A crystal pony genie approaches Starlight and nudges her on the shoulder. “Starlight, do you want us to prepare to attack Discord once he gets here? There’s a chance we can overwhelm him together…”

Starlight shakes her head “No, that will only make the situation worse. Attacking him will only make sure he’ll do everything he can to stop my plans. With a being as powerful as Discord… if there’s any possible room for us to come to some sort of diplomatic agreement to not get in each other’s way. We’ll take it… the problem is Discord is the lord of chaos. Who knows what he’ll want… and if he could just decide he wants something different… or even alter the deal altogether…”

Fluttershy walks on up to Starlight and whispers “You’d be surprised how easy it is to satisfy Discord. You’ve actually already guaranteed he won’t get in your way” 

“Really…? Are you sure about that, Fluttershy?” Starlight whispers back. Unsure if she can believe Discord could actually just go along with her plans with little in return, especially if he’s purportedly an ally of Twilight’s.

Fluttershy nods “Mmhmm, allow me to take care of everything”

Starlight just tilts her head, a little confused at what just what Fluttershy means. But she shrugs her shoulders as she waits to see just what Fluttershy will do about Discord. She’s still a little confused on what exactly is Fluttershy’s alignment. She’s a genie now and she absolutely loves it, but she’s also sternly refused an order from her. Now  at the suggestion of her friends, she’s inviting over a being that has the power to make Starlight’s goals far more difficult, but just now she assured her that she’s already managed to make sure he won’t stop her.

A question arises on both Twilight and Starlight’s mind at this moment: Who’s side was Fluttershy on, exactly?

But before they can get too deep in thought, a bright white flash appears. Discord had finally arrived in Ponyville.

The non-genies of the Elements quickly run up to him. “Discord! I’m so glad you’re here!” Twilight says to the just appearing draconequus.

Discord raises an eyebrow, that’s actually a bit odd of Twilight to say. She’s almost NEVER glad to see him. “Who are you, and where is the real Twilight?! You’re not all changelings or something are you? Did we skip a season’s script?”

“Huh? No! This is the real me, Discord!” Twilight tried to assure him, as she also ignores Discord’s last question

“If you’re the real Twilight… What was my little small request when I was sick?” Discord quizzed the princess

Twilight sighs, and in an annoyed tone she said “A teeny, tiny, glass of water…” a cup of water then poofs up above Twilight’s head and is spilled on her head. Twilight just sits there unamused with Discord’s test

“Correct! So you really are her then… still, I’m quite surprised you said that at all. Something must be going on…”

“Ya’ll bet somethin’s goin’ on! Just look around us!” Applejack directed Discord to see the genie army surrounding them.

Discord seems a bit unfazed at first “So you’re having a harem dancer themed party, what’s that got to do with me?”

“Discord! This is serious! We’re surrounded by an army of actual genies. They’re led by the same mare we told you about that ran an Equality cult, and she wants to transform every pony in Equestria into genies like her! We can’t even use the elements right now, because she transformed Fluttershy!” Twilight puts emphasis on Fluttershy, knowing full well of Discord’s attachment to her.

Discord was taking a drink of another glass of water as Twilight was speaking, when Twilight mentioned that Starlight has transformed Fluttershy. He spit takes… right into Twilight’s face. Who sighs in a very annoyed tone, as she again wipes the water off her face and shakes herself to get any more water and spit off her.

“Fluttershy’s a genie?!” He looks around for his favorite pony in the whole world and once he spots her. He teleports right next to her. “Are you doing ok? If you didn’t want this to happen, just say the word. I can lock up this genie mastermind to many select places, where she’ll be locked up tight in whatever vessel she calls home…” Starlight about gulps hearing that, though she notes that Discord seems to indeed have a particular attachment to Fluttershy.

Fluttershy just giggles and shakes her head. “Nah, don’t worry Discord. I actually really love this, this is the big change I was hinting at on DisChaos! With this lovely attire, I also got magical power beyond my wildest dreams! Now we both have reality warping powers”

Discord is instantly intrigued. “Ooooooooooh, really? Tell me more…”

Seeing where this is going Twilight calls out “Discord! Don’t listen to her! We… don’t know the extent exactly… but Fluttershy might at least be slightly brainwashed!”

“I object!” Starlight raises her hoof and is about to explain more, but then Discord puts his mismatched hands on his cheeks “OOOOOOOOOH I’ve always wanted to try to be a judge!” Discord then snaps his fingers and in an instant, a courtroom appears with Starlight on the left side of the court, and Twilight on the right. Fluttershy is on the witness stand as the “defendant” while every pony else from the rest of Twilight’s non-genified friends and the Crystal Pony genies

“DISCOOOOOOOORDDDDD! There’s no time for your silly shenanigans! We need these genies back to normal now!” Twilight demanded of Discord

“Oh come now, Twilight. If you’re the smarty-smart pony you think you are, you should have an advantage over Starlight in a court of law!” Discord bangs his gavel, which is actually a squeaky hammer

“This isn’t a court of law! The fate of Equestria may entirely rest on your shoulders!” Twilight slammed a hoof down on her desk

Then Discord had a rather naughty idea to get Twilight involved. “I suppose you have no case then, I can adjudicate in favor of Starlight right now if you don’t have anything~” Starlight outright left laughing on her side of the court that Discord is playing around with Twilight

Twilight grimaces, and angrily grumbles at Discord. “FINE! I’ll play it your way…”

“GREAT! Now, each of you gets a statement to plead your case. Starlight will make her argument for why I shouldn’t stop her, and then Twilight will make her case of why I should help things get back to the status quo!” Starlight nods, while Twilight grumbles again about being forced to do this.

Meanwhile, in the crowd. Rainbow noticed the positions of Starlight and Twilight. “Say, why is Starlight sitting where the defense prosecutor normally is? Isn’t the defense attorney usually the hero in these kinds of things?”

A genie Crystal pony mare “Well, Starlight’s a hero to us! She defeated the Storm King before our very eyes!”

“Does a hero really choose to turn every pony into genies against their will?!” Rainbow retorted back to them. Which then a heavy amount of squeaks from Discord’s toy gavel are heard. “Hey now! While it might be a bit ironic for me to say, please tone down the CHAOS in the gallery! Starlight, please state your case”

Starlight smirks and takes a big breath before beginning her statement. “Discord… While I understand you are friends with Twilight and the others here. Surely… you realize that with Equestria as it was, they are not accepting of your chaotic antics. Princesses Celestia & Luna put you in stone for a little more than a millennia, and even after the former chose to let you free… every pony you come across is annoyed anytime you do anything you remotely see as fun and demand of you to stop it. If we are in a world of genies however, every pony will have just about equal powers on your level. Other ponies could actually partake in your favorite things to do with the kind of power you have, or at the very least your magic will at most be a minor annoyance. Because us genies could simply teleport elsewhere and/or clean up your mess as soon as you’re done in seconds, if some of us don’t want to join in on your fun.

You nearly gave Equestria away to Tirek because he promised you could start having your own fun again. If you let me reach my goals, not only will I let you do whatever you want. Unlike that ugly red Centaur, I would not break the promise and betray you. As Fluttershy mentioned earlier, you may as well already be an honorary genie.

In short, if you return things to how they are. Your antics will remain shunned by those of your so-called friends. But in Geniequestria… your type of fun would be more then welcome here!”

Discord puts a claw to his chin to think this over. Starlight was right that Discord still partly didn’t feel respected enough by most ponies other than Fluttershy. The kind of thinking that convinced him to trust Tirek. And with many pony genies either joining him on the fun, or just allowing him to have his fun. He could really be himself again without feeling like he has to cater to friends who don’t let him have as much fun as he’d like to. Even Twilight frowned, as she realized those are pretty good points for Discord to let Geniequestria happen. Starlight would be less cruel and/or smarter then Tirek to even think of betraying Discord.

As Discord is still thinking, Twilight slams a hoof on her desk. “Now it’s my turn!” The sound of the desk slam snaps Discord out of his deep thoughts. “Oh yes, go ahead Twilight. State your case on why I should return things back to the way it was.”

Twilight nods, and prepares her own argument. “Discord, Starlight is misleading you when she says that your fun will now be more accepted. Why do you think their minds have changed about your antics? Simply because they have powers on par with you? No, I think there’s a high possibility it’s a little more than that… that genifications make them tolerate more than they would have before. Meaning in truth, the genified ponies are not the same as they were prior to becoming genies. They’ve been brainwas-

“OBJECTION!” Starlight outbursts, basically continuing to how it was before Discord decided to create this sudden courtroom out of nowhere.

“Overruled, miss Glimmer! Let Twilight finish her statement first, THEN you can have at it. Any further interruptions may push me towards Twilight’s side” Starlight reluctantly puts her hoof down, grumbling.

“As I was saying, and may I at least point out that Starlight’s outburst might be her trying to hide that truth from us. When we blasted Sugar Belle with the elements, she reacted in a similar fashion to someone would from a withdrawal to an addiction. That certainly sounds like to me it’s not as perfect as Starlight makes it out to be. Starlight may not betray you in the way that Tirek did, but she may very well still be lying to you in that ponies are changed. I know you love your fits of chaotic fun, but is that really worth letting your friends be even slightly changed into something they’re not?” Twilight pauses briefly to make Discord think it over a little before continuing on

“I also have one more thing to say in regard to your experience with Tirek. You acknowledged that you made a huge mistake back then trusting him. You’ve since vowed that you wouldn’t be fooled like that ever again. This can be your one chance to make up for all that, Celestia wanted us to free you from the statue. Perhaps situations like this are what you were destined to stop, as an emergency when the Elements have become useless. If it helps any further, the credit you’d get for saving Equestria would at least have the effect that we’d be more tolerant to your magic WITHOUT having to have our minds twisted to do so.

Wouldn’t you rather have a way to have your fun as you’re hailed a hero of Equestria, or do you really want the guilty conscience of having traded your friends’ free will and any remaining ounce of respect we have, for your selfish desires?”

Discord’s about speechless, Twilight brought up some pretty good points too. Nervous sweat falls on his face as he actually hadn’t thought how deep this choice could go. There’s no way he could just decide right now.

Starlight then raises her hoof “May I give a rebuttal to Twilight’s statement just now?”

Discord is still in deep thought just trying to mull the pros and cons of each of Starlight and Twilight’s arguments. Starlight then slams her own desk and exclaims “DISCORD!” which snaps him out.

After he shakes his head he replies “Oh… Sorry. What did you say again, Miss Glimmer?” 

Starlight sighed “I said… may I give a rebuttal to Twilight’s statement just now?”

Discord nods “Yes of course…. anything to make sure I have a little more time to think this over…”

“Thank you…” Starlight then sternly turns in Twilight’s direction. “I have to say I’m shocked, Princess… I’m shocked you’d even bring up the idea of brainwashing in front of Discord… since if I recall correctly… it was YOU who considered using a “reform” spell during the time you and your friends were tasked to make him an ally from Princess Celestia… let’s say… just purely hypothetically of course… that there is brainwashing involved here… why is it ok for YOU to consider it an option, but not any pony else? Your blatant hypocrisy is as annoying as your inflated ego about how important your friendships are to Equestria…”

“There’s a huge difference between what I knew about Discord back then, and every single pony in Equestria… at the time we let him out, he still had a reputation as a conniving villain who was in charge of a world of chaos during his reign, I wasn’t confident in any of our efforts to do anything else that wouldn’t just have Discord laugh at us all. Heck, I’m not even sure if the reform spells would have even worked. Had I known beforehand there was a possibility of naturally reforming him as Fluttershy did, I wouldn’t have considered it. At the time, I thought it was the only option!”

“Then what if I said Geniequality was MY only option to achieving my goals, huh? Would it be hypothetically justified too?”

“No! Because you’re transforming an entire nation against their will! Discord regardless of his power, is one being, a being with an infamous track record! The scope in your plan includes completely innocent ponies!”

As Twilight and Starlight are still arguing, Discord as well as Fluttershy just stare wide-eyed as the arguing continues on.

“Innocent ponies that just don’t know all the perks of my gift of genification yet! It’s not exactly the easiest thing to explain, you know, when you ask ponies to allow themselves to be sucked into a vessel when all they know is the stereotype made up by stories that only limited the genie for narrative purposes! If the genie from Aladdin was like us genies, the story would have been way different! It’s something that some have to experience for themselves to fully understand…”

“Then why don’t you only transform ponies that you can manage to WILLINGLY become genies?!”

“As if you’d let that happen! You only want less ponies to change back. And besides… you all know that I seek EQUALITY! it’d be a zero-sum situation if I only genified the minority that would want to be genies… cause if I left it to only the willing. It’d mostly benefit the greedy ponies who would want the power for themselves. This would not match with my ideal of equality at all, every pony in Equestria should have the joys of genification. That still includes some of the greedy, but in a world where every pony is a genie. They can’t take advantage of any other, cause EVERYPONY can give themselves everything they want! There wouldn’t be rich or poor anymore, nor a talent gap…

And this wouldn’t be a situation where 'If every pony is a X, then no pony is' Because there’s near unlimited possibilities that would be up to each and every individual genie!”

“If your goal is equality, then you have better options then turning ponies into genies! You could literally have some pony just wish every pony is equal right now in some fashion! Why not do that instead?”

“Because, princess… no matter who some pony is… they gain something from it. Even the already gifted. It’s the polar opposite of what I did in Our Town when I took everypony’s talents. Shouldn’t you praise me for learning from my mistake?

“That doesn’t change the fact that there’s no way you would have done this if you were ONLY genified and nothing more! The lamp absorbed Sombra’s Crystal of Corruption. YOU YOURSELF are corrupted to think up this extreme plan when you wouldn’t have planned this otherwise!”

“I seem to recall that it was YOU that sucked that crystal into the lamp! If I am corrupted myself, fine, but that wouldn’t have been my doing. And don’t think that not knowing what the lamp was actually doing will help you, I have to imagine that being desperate enough to use an item clearly labeled to be too dangerous for any mere pony to use will be looked upon fondly upon. For all those years building yourself to be the smart one, and yet you ironically didn’t read when you probably should have…”

“If you’re conceding that you might be corrupted, then you know this is wrong!”

“Yes, it was YOUR wrong doing. That I myself shall turn into the ulti-“

“SHUUUUUUUUT UUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUPPPPPPP!” Fluttershy couldn’t take it anymore, and from the look on Discord’s face. Neither could he. This argument was found to go nowhere, and it’d be difficult to see if it would ever end because each has a point in their favor, but not the decisive evidence to confirm or deny either view on what genification does to ponies.

“You two aren’t going to find the answer just continuously arguing like this! And it’s also driven us off-topic! Discord asked for each of you to give a case, but it quickly devolved into yet another of your squabbles between each other!” Fluttershy sternly turned towards both benches.

“Well… to be fair, Fluttershy… I gave them the opportunity to do so… I just didn’t realize how nuanced this whole thing actually was… on both sides…” Discord admitted

“Then allow me to give perhaps a more important account than any other, and I don’t need this stuffy courtroom to say what I want to say…” Fluttershy claps her hooves, and immediately a magic shockwave goes across the room that makes the courtroom disappear. Just like that, they’re back to where they were on Ponyville.

“I had forgotten how stress-inducing courtrooms can be… Good call to get us out of there, Fluttershy. Even as the judge, it's frightening…” Discord throws his toy gavel away, making a loud squeak when it hits a nearby house.

Before Fluttershy can give her own thoughts Twilight approaches “Wait, Fluttershy… what are you going to tell Discord… I know you’re a genie, you’re likely to want him to go with Starlight’s direction, but even you gotta understand that this isn’t necessarily what me and the others want…”

Fluttershy nods “I understand both you and Starlight’s views on the matter. But as far as I know, Discord’s just not going to be swayed by either of you. It’s my turn to give him my own view on all this. Discord needs… to hear… what my very heart is telling me is right to do…”

Discord raised an eyebrow “Y-y-your heart? What in the name of Celestia do you mean by that?”

Fluttershy winked and put her eyes in a half-lidded expression “Oh… you’ll know soon… but first… I need you to HOLD IT!”

“But we’re out of the courtroom, and you’ve already given your surprise statement.”

“No, I meant LITERALLY hold it… as in… hold my vessel…” Fluttershy stretches out a fore hoof and poofs her vessel into Discord’s mismatched hands.

The draconequus looks down on it, and seems quite impressed with the design. “Very ornately crafted!”

“Now what I’m going to do next, is enter it, then I want you to take off the stopper shortly after I’m fully inside” Fluttershy instructed

Discord has no idea what purpose this is supposed to serve. “But why?”

“I’m going to give you a fraction of what my genie hood means for you, and showing you how we emerge will add all the more flair to it~”

“Well, ok… if you say so…” 

Fluttershy gently smiles and then flies up into the air not too far from above the bottle. She floats the stopper off and gives it to Discord. “You hang on to this while I place myself in. Close it on top of me once I’m completely inside, and allow me just a few seconds before opening it up again. Got it?”

Discord simply nods

“Good! Now allow me to slide in~” As instructed, Discord puts the topper off. A few seconds later, Fluttershy’s body begins to shift and wave about. Her pony tail and hindlegs quickly moved together.  As with her original genification, the moment her hooves reach the vessel’s entrance she once again feels that same rush of pleasure intense enough to calm the at the time fearful pony. Now that she has nothing to fear, she enjoys every last second of this moment. Discord just stares wide-eyed at the sight of Fluttershy quite clearly enjoying herself while going inside.

Fluttershy softly coos as the rest of her body follows suit, loud moaning is heard once again as she’s near to being fully bottled. It’s not long before her head fully funnels into the vessel. 

Discord blinks, not sure what he just witnessed, but he also listens to Fluttershy’s other instructions to seal her with the topper. And then waits a few seconds, before opening it up again. Discord can feel the vessel heat up, though he’s not one to be too concerned about being burnt should it get too hot. As Discord has plenty of methods to reduce physical pain at the snap of his fingers. Though even at its maximum heat, it doesn’t really burn at the touch anyway, for the vessel is just a really comfortable sort of warm. Enough to melt some snow around it, but otherwise could feasibly be held the entire time a genie comes out of it.

Discord gets to see what Twilight and her friends saw earlier, the same pale yellow smoke rising and spiraling out of the vessel with pink sparks popping all around it. The show of Fluttershy’s release puts even Discord in awe. Though what catches Discord particularly by surprise is it starts swirling around him before it hooks around to a place not far in front of and slightly above him when Fluttershy’s silhouette starts being formed, the mare fully fading in. When Fluttershy is fully revealed again, she’s looking down at Discord with half-lidded eyes and a gentle smile. Fluttershy’s smoky half while still tailed to the vessel in Discord’s claw hand is also snaking around the draconequus’s body. It felt odd, but it was like Fluttershy was hugging him softly in multiple areas. As the parts of the smoky tail that are touching his body move, Discord can feel a subtle massaging feeling that makes him feel a bit more relaxed.

“Whoa… I had no idea genie tails made such good massages… but is this all you wanted to show me?” Discord wondered

“Of course not~. This is only a taste of things you and I can do… I may have already told you that I love being a genie… but I have a few reasons you’ll want to at least keep me this way…”

“Such as…” Discord curious as to where Fluttershy is going with

“First off. I’m so much more confident then I was before… I’ve gotten slowly better over the years, but the moment I became a genie, I felt just about all remaining insecurities just wash away… I felt like I could do anything… including… the next thing I want to say, that very much relates to you~” Fluttershy gently puts a hoof below Discord’s chin.

Discord blushes, and sheepishly looks side to side. He’s starting to wonder if Fluttershy is taking this where he thinks it’s going. But doesn’t blurt it out in case he’s wrong. “And… what would that be?”

Fluttershy smirks and puts her face closer to Discord’s eye. “I think it’s about time… we had a date for ourselves soon…”

Discord gasps and his blush intensifies “WAIT, REALLY?!” There’s also a gasp from the other Elements who didn’t even know Fluttershy felt THAT way towards Discord.

“I’ve actually thought about asking you properly in the past year or so… but I wasn’t quite that confident yet.I managed to keep it a secret… even from my closest pony friends… though partly because of what you did with Tirek… complicating things… which didn’t help my confidence much…

But now… I don’t care if my friends know, I don’t care if all of Equestria knows… I love you, Discord. And I’m so happy that my transformation into a genie cleared all remaining insecurities within me, to finally tell you my true feelings for you…”

Discord’s mouth just goes agape, though soon his eyes start watering as he is filled with joy that Fluttershy feels this way for him. Though he fake coughs to set himself straight before saying something of his own. “Fluttershy… First of all, I’m so proud of you  sharing your feelings for me… I admit I’ve probably never gave away my feelings for yo-“

“I already know you feel the same, Discord” Fluttershy smirks, raises an eyebrow, and boops Discord on the snout

“…Wait what?! How?”

“Don’t think I don’t remember when you were jealous of Tree Hugger when I didn’t choose you to be my +1 at the previous Gala. That’s actually another reason I didn’t ask you out sooner, you acted a little too possessive of me. You needed to learn a lesson or two before I officially committed to a relationship with you.”

Discord rubs the back of his head sheepishly with his lion paw hand “I… guess that’s fair…”

“I will have to tell you that you probably still… have a few problematic flaws that I worry a little about dating you, but at least as a genie. We’ll be on equal ground in terms of magic power to fix anything up. And let’s just say… we’ll have ALL of eternity with each other to figure things out from here~” Fluttershy puts some emphasis on the word eternity.

“All of.. e… etern… ETERNITY? WITH FLUTTERSHY?!” Discord felt like punching himself for not realizing what a world with a Genie Fluttershy means. Fluttershy is now as immortal as he is! Discord never really liked to dwell on it, but he was aware that Fluttershy was as mortal as any regular pony, so it did somewhat haunt him of the inevitable day she passes. But if she’s a genie, then that’s no longer a concern. And the fact that Fluttershy secretly felt the same way for him as he did her… he no longer cared if Twilight was 100% right. For if an eternity by Fluttershy’s side is wrong, then he didn’t want to be right! Though he is at least a little comforted that Starlight brought up great points during the “trial”.

Fluttershy flies around Discord to unwrap herself off her, so Discord can give his final decision

“That settles it! I’ve made my decision, everypony!” Twilight frowned, having heard Discord and Fluttershy’s sudden confession of love. That feels like Discord’s going to once again be on the villain’s side.

“I will at least say… that I will not do anything to help Starlight spread the genies…” That fills Twilight and her friends with some last remaining hope that he will help in some kind. Maybe he’d only leave Fluttershy ungenified as a compromise perhaps. Starlight frowns, just about thinking about that possibility too

“…However, I will also do nothing to STOP them either!” The non-genified elements aside from Rarity go mouth agape in horror. Starlight actually reacts in a bit of surprise, and actually reacts in relief and decides to just sit rather than immediately gloat. There’s probably time for that soon, but because this was such a moment she was really worried everything was going to crumble. She soon walks on over to her Crystal pony genie army who might have been the same fears of Discord reversing their genie hoods.

“WHAT?! Discord! No! We need you to stop her! What if… what if we let you reverse every pony BUT Fluttershy…” Twilight just left to desperately bargaining now.

Fluttershy then flies toward Twilight while still tailed and crosses her hooves “In case you’ve forgotten, Twilight. I’m not the only one that loves being a genie, and I remember what happened to Sugar Belle when we ungenified her with the Elements. Who’s to say the same wouldn’t happen if Discord reversed everything? As the Element of Kindness, I deem it kinder to leave others already genified that way. As I’d rather not see more ponies left desperate and mind-broken as Sugar Belle was”

Rainbow Dash retorts “But then you’re being unkind to us that DON’T want to become genies!”

Fluttershy tilts her head from side-to-side admitting that’s a little true “Yeah… perhaps… but I did already say that I’d like you girls to become genies too one day. So from that point of view, it seems like I’m on Starlight’s side in some fashion, and I can see how you’d feel I’m being unkind to you girls… but I do believe now that it is far kinder to give the powers and pleasurable feelings of genification to a pony then it is to take it away. I’d love to be the one to genify you girls myself, just so you could fully understand. But I’ll let Starlight have it her way, gives me more time to teach her some kindness in the meantime.”

“Can… Can she even be taught the cores of friendship…? Wait… no… that’s a stupid question… the information on that crystal implied Luna may have been under it’s influence when she became Nightmare Moon… so of course she can… but since we’re without the elements… can it really be done now?” Twilight sadly wondered.

“I myself don’t actually know for sure, but while I will probably be genifying ponies myself. I do agree with you at the very least that Starlight needs to change”

“Ah have no idea what’s goin’ on in yer’ head, Fluttershy… but lemme get this straight… you still want Geniequestria to come into fruition… but you’re only going to genify those you want to… and you believe Starlight needs to learn more about friendship? It’s like… it’s like…

“…She’s still an Element of Harmony, despite being a genie?” Rarity finished Applejack’s statement

“…Yeah, exactly” Applejack realized

“Heh heh, I wasn’t lying when I mentioned to Starlight that was the case” Fluttershy smirked and winked

“Still… I gotta admit it’s hard to get a good read on you, Fluttershy… I… can never ever view you as an enemy… but how am I supposed to take your pro-Geniequestria stance…? Pinkie must be deva-“ Twilight is interrupted

“No, Twilight… I pretty much knew this would happen…” Pinkie Pie said in a sad tone. “It’s why I fought so hard to make sure Fluttershy wasn’t the first one of us genified… if it was any pony else… we could have still had Fluttershy to plead her case to Discord… we didn’t treat Discord well enough to be able to convince him ourselves… and that’s on us… we literally had a 5/6th chance of still having a shot at turning things back… but… I blew it…” Pinkie lowered her head, sobbing into her hooves again.

It’s at this point that despite having understandable reasons for being angry at Discord, every one of the non-genies of the Elements just sighs and lets it be. As while it’s true that since Discord isn’t going to help them, it’s partly their fault that they couldn’t have gotten close enough to Discord. And Discord's point of view, not wanting to reverse things because it’d promise Fluttershy would be together with him as a fellow immortal reality warper, has its noble intentions.

“Well, Fluttershy dear… I think I must be heading back home. But we can schedule our first date on DisChaos soon! Oh, and if any of you girls are interested in joining my magical program, feel free to ask Fluttershy to hook you up with an account” Discord informs the rest of the elements

Fluttershy tilts her head and smiles  as she disconnects herself from the vessel in Discord’s hands to get her hindlegs and ponytail back. Once she’s on the ground, Discord hands over the vessel back to Fluttershy. “Alright, Discord! I can’t wait for our first date!”

As for the others, they’re rather reluctant to join Discord’s magical program after his decision to not help them. Though Discord knew they’d probably have some reluctance. “If it helps at all, Twilight… Princess Celestia has an account…” Which actually does get Twilight’s attention.

“Wait… Seriously?!” Discord just nodding in response to Twilight’s surprise. As much as she’d rather not deal too much with something run by Discord, having a more instant conversation with Celestia after everything that’s happened certainly interests her. Though she just shakes her head. “I’ll… ask Fluttershy at some point for access at some point then… but not yet…”

“Nice! I’ll be sure to give you a warm welcome, and the best book-related meeps you’ve ever seen once you join! For now though… arrivederci!” Discord in a bright flash teleports away leaving the Elements back to where they were at square one before Discord showed up.

“Ugh… this is getting hopeless…” Rainbow acknowledging the lack of realistic options to turning things around.

“Twi did mention she still had one mo’ idea before we give up on wishes fo’ ah little while though… mind filling us in on what that is?”

Twilight sighed “If wishing for a new Element of Harmony, nor Discord will help. The only other idea off the top of my head right now… is to bring back the ponies that originally dealt with a genie problem… The Pillars of Equestria themselves…”

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[leoryff]

Phoenix Wright: Ace Attorney- Hope, Truth and Despair

Episode 1: Turnabout Twilight Syndrome

Trial: Part 1

District Courthouse

Courtroom No. 2

11:54 AM

The crowd was murmuring with the usual pretrial drama. People guessing the who, how and why among themselves. Phoenix tuned them out as he took his spot at the defense bench. He had been so busy he'd forgotten to check who was prosecuting this case, so when the other lawyer took his spot he couldn't help but stare in shock.

"Simon?" Athena gasped in surprise. "You're prosecuting this case?"

Simon Blackquill, the Twisted Samurai of the prosecution office, smirked at his opponents. "Why the shock, you two? Is there any reason I wouldn't be up here?"

"No, not really." Phoenix stroked his chin in thought. "I just... feel like I should have been facing someone else for some reason."

"Ha!" Blackquill toyed with the hawk feather in his mouth. "Once those cowards realized they would be going against the Kuzuryuu yakuza family they all retreated with their tails between their legs. Not one wolf among those yapping dogs." He whistled, and a hawk with a striped bandana around its neck fluttered down to land on his shoulder. "Taka and I have no such fear. Especially when the opponent is so, heh, minor."

Fuyuhiko, who had been listening from the defendant's stand, snarled at that. "Watch your tongue bird boy, or maybe you want me to-"

Phoenix slammed his desk. "Mister Kuzuryuu, please!" Fuyuhiko clenched his fists but shut his mouth.

Blackquill's smirk grew wider and he seemed to be about to say more when the door behind the judge's bench opened. The same judge that had overseen nearly every case that Phoenix had been a part of walked in. His head bald and shiny and his beard fluffy and full.

"Order!" The judge rapped his gavel as the crowd quieted. "We now begin the trial of Fuyuhiko Kuzuryuu. Is the defense ready?"

Phoenix nodded. "Ready your honor!" He declared. 'Though I'd feel even more ready if I had been given time to investigate things.'

The Judge nodded. "And... Prosecutor Blackquill?" He tilted his head in confusion.

"Is something wrong, your baldness?"

"No, not wrong." The Judge shook his head. "I was just expecting someone else for some reason.

Blackquill's eye visibly twitched before he slammed his hand in his desk. "We have already done this gag! I am here and I am ready!"

The Judge flinched. "Very well, your opening statement then. And, um..." He actually looked a little sheepish. "Please be thorough. The judge that was supposed to preside over this trial suddenly fell ill, so I could only manage a token glance at the case."

"Seems like everyone got involved last minute." Athena whispered.

"Hmph." Blackquill sighed. "Very well, since I am the only one in this courtroom with even a bit of preparation done."

"Two days ago, in the twilight hours after school, a staff member of Hope's Peak Academy discovered the deceased. One Iteru Sato, a student at the school." He handed two pictures of the deceased to the judge who examined them and passed them to the defense. The first picture was of Sato's student photo, alive if a little pale. The second was Sato, fallen to the ground, blood running down her face from atop her head.

"A murder of a student within her own school?" The Judge shook his head sadly. "Truly a tragic turn of events. Please continue Prosecutor."

Blackquill nodded as Taka landed on his shoulder, holding a paper in his beak. "There was some... resistance to the police investigation, however we were able to place Fuyuhiko Kuzuryuu, also a student, as the killer."

"Were you really able to perform a proper investigation?" Phoenix voiced his previous concern. "It is entirely possible you missed something."

"Ha!" Blackquill slammed his hand on the table. "You can't discredit us that easily, Wright-dono. Though I was not in charge of the case at the time, even you can verify the competence of our forensic investigator."

'Which means it was probably Ema that did it.' Phoenix thought.

"A murder between students? Just thinking about it gives me shivers. And accusing a minor at that. Prosecutor Blackquill, please make sure your first witness is believable."

Taka scratched himself absentmindedly as Blackquill scoffed. "The prosecution calls Ema Skye to the stand."

'Knew it.'

The familiar brunette in a white coat stepped forward. Her forensics bag at her side. Hand her reaching in and pulling out Snackaroos, one after the other, and taking them to her mouth as she ate them in a never-ending chain.

'Uh oh.' Phoenix sighed. 'She's back on the Snackaroos.'

"Wow, you don't need my senses to tell you something put her in a bad mood." Athena noted.

Blackquill either did not notice Ema's mood or did not care. "Your name and occupation for the record please."

Ema paused in her munching long enough to utter two sentences. "Ema Skye. Forensic investigator." And then she went back to her food, the unnerving chewing sound filling the air.

Only the Judge was brave enough (or foolish enough) to ask. "Umm, Miss Skye? Is something the matter?"

Ema ate three more Snackaroos before answering. "Amateur." She glowered. "That stuffed shirt at that hotey toty school had the nerve to call me an "amateur hobbyist!" Can you believe that?" She started munching faster. "First they refuse to let us investigate the previous crime, then when I finally get inside they escort me like I'm some contaminated leper, and when I started dusting the wall for prints that four eyes nearly had a fit and-"

"SILENCE!"

With a blue of motion Simon Blackquill's hands swept through the air. Somehow, from over three meters away, the top half of Ema's next snack was cut clean off. She dropped the remaining half with an "eep!"

"We are not here to listen to you prattle about your fragile pride!" Simon snapped.

'Previous crime?' Had Phoenix heard that right?

"M-my Snackaroos!" Ema grabbed a handful of the treats and seemed to wind up for one of her signature barrages. But one look at Blackquill's readied stance changed her mind. "Waste of food anyway."

"Can't exactly say I blame her for being edgy." Athena said. "If someone had insulted my professional pride while preventing me from doing my job, I'd be irritable too."

Ema sighed between bites. "At least you understand me, Athena."

The Judge finally spoke again. "In that case, Miss Skye, why not show your professional skill by giving your testimony with pride?"

"Finally some decent advice, as expected of your baldness." Blackquill smirked.

With one final loud gulp Ema put her treats away. "All right." She took a steadying breath before starting.

Wright and Blackquill took one last glare at each other before her testimony started. "Two days ago Iteru Sato's body was found by a Hope's Peak staff member hours after class had ended." Phoenix looked down at the crime scene photo again. Unless Miss Sato had been moved, this would have been the state of the scene.

A bailiff brought out a metal bat wrapped in a clear bag, gently setting it on the evidence desk. "She had been bludgeoned to death, COD was a single blow with a blunt object to the head." Another bailiff handed Phoenix a copy of the autopsy report.

'I certainly hope this one doesn't need an "update".' Phoenix mentally griped as he and Athena checked the report. Sato had been killed with a single blow to the top of her head with a blunt object. There were bruises on her right shoulder that the coroner said were made either moments before or after her death. There was no sign of the body being moved.

"The bloody bat found at the scene had the defendant's fingerprints on the handle. We were able to make the arrest from that. The bat was confirmed to come from Hope's Peak's storage." Finally they were given the report on the fingerprinting. Athena took it as Phoenix scanned the autopsy results again. "And that's it."

Immediately Phoenix saw something to press. "Mister Kuzuryuu was arrested because of his fingerprints on the murder weapon, however the weapon in question is a bat belonging to the school." He pointed out. "Is it not possible that someone wearing gloves simply grabbed a bat my client had used previously?"

"Impossible." Ema stated bluntly.

"That's what I th- wait, what?"

Blackquill chuckled. "As usual you reveal your ignorance, Wright-dono. Hope's Peak Academy is not your usual school."

"Would you please elaborate?" The Judge asked. "What about Hope's Peak so different that it negates Mr. Wright's theory?"

"Hope's Peak is divided into two courses." Blackquill explained. "The main course, which the defendant is a part of." He nodded at Fuyuhiko. "And the reserve course, which the deceased was part of. The two courses have separate buildings, teachers and of course separate sets of equipment." He slammed his desk with his hand. "The only reason that the defendant's prints would have been on a bat in the reserve course building is if he brought it himself!"

Phoenix flinched as if he had been struck. 'Swing and miss. So much for that train of thought.'

"The school has separate buildings and equipment for each course? Seems like an awful lot of trouble to me." The Judge mused. "Still, this clarifies things a bit." Phoenix silently agreed with that much, and he jotted a quick note down regarding it. "However, that raises another question. What was mister Kuzuryuu doing in the reserve course in the first place?"

"Besides killing the victim?"

"Well, yes." The Judge nodded. "I suppose I mean to ask if we have established a motive?"

Blackquill tapped his finger to his brow. "An astute question, your baldness." He chuckled. "The short version is that our pipsqueak of a defendant here-" Fuyuhiko bristled at that comment. "-is the son of the Kuzuryuu yakuza family's head."

"I see." The Judge nodded. "Yakuza. That explai- wait, yakuza?!"

"Weren't you told, your honor?" Phoenix asked.

"No, as I said I agreed to preside over this case last minute." The Judge furrowed his brow. "I think I understand how my colleague got so sick when he was in perfect health yesterday."

'Can't exactly blame the judge for being nervous. If I don't do my job right he might be responsible for sending the son of a yakuza head to jail.' Phoenix sighed inwardly. "Hold on, Prosecutor Blackquill. Even if my client had familial connections to the yakuza, he is still just a high school student. And even if he weren't, yakuza aren't known for just randomly killing people in public."

Blackquill smirked. "And what of killings in regards to family honor?" He asked before putting his fingers to his mouth and whistling.

Taka fluttered over and landed on the Judge's head, a folder in his beak. "What's this?" He took the paper and the bird flew off. "A police report? But not for this case."

"Indeed. This is regarding the murder of one Natsumi Kuzuryuu." Blackquill explained. "In other words, the defendant Fuyuhiko Kuzuryuu's sister!"

'Fuyuhiko has a sister? His sister was murdered?!' Phoenix snapped his gaze at his client. The boy wasn't meeting anyone's gaze, his expression one that was somehow angry and hurting at the same time.

"The defendant's sister?" The Judge tilted his head in confusion. "My condolences, but I still don't see the connection." He checked the report. "According to this she was killed a few days ago by an unknown individual that broke into the school."

"That is what the school claimed." Blackquill continued. "They did not allow a thorough investigation in this previous case."

"Did not allow?"

Blackquill scoffed. "Hope's Peak had significant pull with their local government. Their explanation fit what little evidence there was, so the police accepted it." The man tapped his temple knowingly. "I am not so easily fooled. As soon as I saw the yakuza pup's name I knew the cases had to be connected."

"Stop playing and explain already!" Athena snapped. "Preening peacock." Widget spoke her thoughts aloud. This time she had the forethought to turn the pendant sized computer's speaker down, so only she and Phoenix heard it.

"If you really need me to spell it out for you, fine." Blackquill slammed his desk. "Natsumi Kuzuryuu wasn't killed by a burglar, but by Iteru Sato! This case's victim!"

"W- what?!" Phoenix gasped, his eyes darting back to Fuyuhiko. The boy's hands were clenched, his teeth gnashing angrily. 'He doesn't seem surprised by this. Is it true?'

The gallery was in a stir.

"A yakuza revenge killing? It's just like a movie!"

"Two murders in a week at the same school? How is this not all over the news?"

The Judge slammed his gavel. "Order!" He called and the crowd quieted.

Once again cursing that he hadn't had a chance to investigate properly, Phoenix slammed his desk. "That'd be awfully convenient for you if it is true! Do you have proof beyond speculation?"

"In fact I do." With a nod of his head the bailiff passed out another sheet of paper. "I had the swimsuit discovered at the scene of Natsumi Kuzuryuu's death checked more thoroughly. Initial investigation had written it off as a mere debris, but trace amounts of gravel along with Sato's finger prints told a different story." Blackquill slammed the paper on his desk for emphasis. "Sato wrapped enough gravel in that swimsuit to make a weapon and then emptied out again after bludgeoning Natsumi Kuzuryuu to death!" Fuyuhiko flinched, growling in anger as his sister's murder was described in such detail.

To be continued….

The next part of the AA/DR crossover. I don't remember exactly why I chose "Iteru" to be Sato's first name. I remember it meant something I liked when I looked it up writing this. But then, I also remember it having an accent mark over the "e". I think.

#leoryff writing #crossover #ace attorney #phoenix wright #athena cykes #danganronpa #fuyuhiko kuzuryu #simon blackquill

[beardedhandstoadshark]

are there any specific songs that remind you of your own favourite character from a show/game/books (Kirby for example) ? can you make a song lists? :)

(…are you baiting me with Kirby 👀)

Tbh I‘m more of a "epic fights scenes and other random scenarios“ person and have no idea how character playlist people even manage to find all these songs that somehow actually fit their character. But trying is always an option, so!

(Just to be clear you wrote „remind you of“, not that they actually to actually fit 😅)

Kirby!

The Green Greens and Gourmet Race soundtracks from the Kirby series specifically

Whatever this genre of music is. Just the entire thing. It sounds like sunshine, rainbows and good vibes

This one‘s probably a really weird choice, but there’s some sounds in the background that for some reason heavily remind me of background music from Kirby (like it’s from canvas curse or mouse attack or smth?) theres not even any real resemblance to anything from these soundtracks, but I can’t get it out of my head. (…also Kirby bosses exist.)

This eve song specifically because of this amazing fan animation

The Smash bros Brawl and Ultimate themes because Kirby really was the MVP of Subspace/adventure mode

Also, while it doesn’t remind me of Kirby himself at all, it is the theme of a really cool bird, and this series also has a theme of a really cool bird , so it fits!

Spampton Deltarune

I DONT KNOE HOW BUT THEY FOUND ME- Leave me alone. …*sigh* [BIG SHOT]. I don’t even care about this character. Didn’t even fight the boss yet either. That line is literally the only thing I know about him. But the song also sounds the way he looks, if that makes sense. (It’s quite catchy! Also I came across the song before deltarune lol)

Ocarina of Time/Majoras Mask Link

Hidden Citizens- Out of Time if the name doesn’t already explain it, idk what could

Any variation of the oot title theme (technically doesn’t count since it‘s *the title theme* but it’s originally from Zelda 1 so…ehh)

The Oh Hellos- Where is your Rider. Headcanons and a fic I read somewhere.

Aviators- Red Water Dreams, there’s like two lines that kiiinnndaaa fit that my brain decided to latch onto

Hans Zimmer- No time for Caution and Tick Tock aka part of the interstellar soundtrack (could throw the whole soundtrack here tbh but those two have the ticking sounds so)

Alex Clare- Hummingbird my 10 years ago barely English understanding brain heard the very last two lines of the song and instantly stuck it here because Navi

Mans Zerlmeröw- Heroes which is kinda on the nose

Everything that Theophany does which 100% does‘t count since it’s literally re-imaginations of the Majoras Mask soundtrack but yeah no I mean LISTEN TO THIS. PLEASE.

Twilight princess Link

Also Mans Zerlmeröw- Heroes; how poetic

Every song/soundtrack in existence that even remotely sounds like the Hidden Village, ever

Apparently I had, for some reason, a „male“ (they just edited the pitch of the song to be lower) sped up version of the song Running with the Wolves by Aurora on my playlist all this time. I guess it kinda fits here??? Idk

Old town road , I wish I were joking

#another anon ask #this took me 1.5h #need to clean my playlist #then again said uncleaned playlist is the reason most bulletpoints here even exist #i would not have remembered half these songs/tracks otherwise

[bokettochild]

The Scarf Fic!!!

Inspired by This post by @sekiumiarashi and written as a gift for @into-the-linkverse

I wanted to write Ravio sharing scarves, but I accidentally found that I like writing Ravio, and more importantly, writing him and Legend like they’re a pair of elderly people, because... just because.

Giving Legend glasses was a choice that I didn’t see coming, but do not regret. I do regret Ravio’s naming scheme, but it was too funny to back out so I kept pushing. I’m not sorry that you all must suffer.​

Feel free to read this as being part of my main fic The Ties That Bind, but it can also be separate, just consider the uncle bit as being related to predecessors and stuff.

Enjoy! :)

 Mr. Captain Hero Sir wasn’t wearing his scarf.

 The one constant Ravio knew he could always count on during the war, was that the captain would be wearing that bright blue scrap of cloth with all the pride in the world, no matter what the circumstances (good grief, one time he’d stumbled upon the man bathing and the scarf had been the only thing that saved them both from embarrassment). But today, he wasn’t.

 The heroes had come to stay at Mr. Hero’s house again after a long battle, and Mr. Captain Hero Sir was currently sitting on the couch in the living room, one arm resting across it’s back and his feet propped up on the table. A scowl marred his fine features and his neck was horrifyingly naked.

 “Mr. Captain Hero Sir! Where is your scarf?” The words were out of his mouth in a moment as he looked around the captain to make sure it simply hadn’t fallen off or been laid aside (things the captain would never let happen, ever. He’d once been bleeding out and still managed to keep the trailing blue fabric out of the mud.)

 “It’s shredded.” The captain sighed, a bitter look in his eyes as he motioned down to the arm hanging from a sling around his neck. “And I’m currently unable to mend it.”

 The thought of the captain not having a scarf was so utterly horrible, simply unthinkable, that Ravio didn’t even think about what he was doing, instead bounding over to plonk himself onto the couch and quickly unwind his scarf before rewinding it around the captain’s neck (he had a dozen of these things anyway).

 “There! You can’t be without a scarf.”

 Mr. Captain Hero Sir smiled fondly, fingers reaching up to gently stroke the fabric. “And you can?”

 Ravio shrugged. “I have a dozen of those, keep it, it looks fabulous on you!”

 The captain’s eyes sparkled brightly, a familiar cockiness erupting within. “Are you kidding? I make everything look good! Even the Vet’s fashion choices would look fabulous on me!”

  Ravio sniggered. He’d heard and seen plenty of the goods from Hytopia, and he wasn’t entirely sure that Mr. Hero even knew what fashion was. But then again, he was just a simple Lolian; for all he knew, things like bomb outfits and heart shaped collars were absolutely acceptable and normal in this world.

 “But where is your scarf, Mr. Captain Hero Sir?” He asked after a moment, cocking his head on one side as the man looked at him oddly.  

 “Don’t you ever get tired of saying that? You can call me Warriors like everyone else you know.”

 “I know, Mr. Captain Hero Sir, I don’t mind.”

 Mr. Captain Hero Sir blinked. “O-kay.” Shaking his head, he answered. “Legend has it. Since I can’t use my dominant hand, he said he’d stitch it up for me.” The captain hero nodded towards the corner of the room, and Ravio followed his line of sight.

 Mr. Hero was perched in that Lolia-awful rocking chair that had been in the house since Nayru knows when. It was a horrid thing in his opinion, old, out of style and absolutely stiff and uncomfortable, and he’d shoved it into the furthest corner of the room ages ago. Mr. Hero loved it though, although he never said why, and he didn’t seem to mind that it was now nearly next to the fireplace all the time, even if he did have to pull it out of the corner to properly rock in it.

 Mr. Hero sat with one leg tucked underneath him and the other one hanging down to gently push at the floor, making the big chair rock steadily. Mr. Captain Hero Sir’s scarf lay in his lap and a pair of spectacles perched on the bridge of his nose, a needle in his hand as he dutifully labored over the brilliant blue fabric of the famed scarf.

 “His eyesight is terrible.” Ravio snickered to the Captain.

 “But his hearing is perfect.” Mr. Hero’s voice rang clearly across the room, violet gaze darting up to look at them disapprovingly over the top of his spectacles.

 The minute he looked away, merchant and captain shared a grin, only to burst into muffled laughter.

...

 Mr. Smithy and Tune are cold.

 It’s obvious from the way the two huddle in place at the kitchen table as everyone enjoys the meal that Ravio and Mr. Hero have pulled together (Mr. Hero is hesitant to let even the finest of chefs in his kitchen for some reason, despite having stated that Mr. Champion Hero is a very good cook and better than him (at cooking, life, or heroing, he does not specify)). Tune- Wind has all but attached himself to Sky’s side, using the bigger hero as a heat source as he slurps down his warm stew, and Mr. Smithy has bundled himself against the Mr. Rancher.

 It’s only autumn, but both of the smaller heroes act like it’s the start of winter with the way they shiver and rub at their arms.

 Mr. Hero’s only response when he asks is to sigh, but when he presses, his pink haired doppelganger eventually explains. “Their Hyrules were never corrupted, so they’re used to warmer weather most of the time, if not always. The mist from the ocean is the worst Wind knows, and heaven only knows if Four could survive a proper freeze.” Mr. Hero shakes his head, wiping the last of the broth from their meal off a plate with his dish-rag. “If they need something, they know to ask.”

 But Mr. Hero isn’t really that cold hearted, he’s worrying too if the way his brows furrow and the lines around his mouth deepen is any indication. “I offered blankets, but they don’t want them.”

 “Does this happen often?” He muses as he takes the plates from Mr. Hero to dry and put away, and to his displeasure, his housemate nods.

 “When we come here or to Sky’s Hyrule, yeah. Usually, Wars will bundle them up in his scarf, or Sky with his sailcloth, even Twilight shares his fur, but...” Mr. Hero’s ears twitch irritably (truly adorable how they do that, although he’ll never say as much). “Sky’s asleep with his cape, the wolf pelt is a bloody mess after that battle, and I haven’t finished mending Wars’ scarf.” The ears flap again. “That thing is so dang complex and Warriors apparently hasn’t the faintest about the proper cloth to use to mend it. He used new material to mend a hole! Brand new material, Ravio! It’s an awful state and I swear if Styla could see it she’d faint dead away!” The vet huffed as he plunged another dish under the sudsy water of the wash tub. “Using new cloth on a worn scarf, it’s like he wants the thing to be ruined...”

 Ah yes, Mr. Hero’s rants. There’d be no righting this one until he’d fixed the problem, and considering he’d only been torn away from the scarf that lay peacefully sitting on his rocker in order to make food, it was quite likely that once his kitchen was clean again, he’d be right back to working on it.

 Ravio smiled, Mr. Captain Hero Sir would be quite pleased.

 His gaze traveled over to where the hero in question was sitting. The captain and Tu- Wind, were talking on the couch, the younger staring nearly longingly at the rocker and the scarf on top of it.

 Kid really liked that scarf, huh? If Ravio remembered right, half the time during his adventure with Mr. Captain Hero Sir, he’d constantly seen either Mask or Tune hanging onto it.

 Somewhere inside of a bunny head, an idea sparked and green eyes brightened excitedly.

 He’d donned a new scarf just before dinner, but it wouldn’t do quite right, so instead, he darted off to his room, much to the displeasure of his dish partner as his rag flew into Mr. Hero’s face and left his housemate spluttering indignantly.  

 “Ravio! You didn’t finish-”

 “One sec!”

 Mr. Hero’s grumbles followed him out of the kitchen, but faded as he darted into his room and towards his wardrobe. It was the work of moments to select two of his largest scarfs, and less time than that to dart back out to the living room and wrap one around each of the smaller heroes.

 “There! Snug as a kit in a quilt!”  

 Two small heroes stared down at the black and purple fabric that now draped around their shoulders, smiles brightening their flushed faces as Tune buried his face happily in the fabric with a bright hum.

 “Thanks, Ravio!”

 “Thank you.” Four’s eyes glimmered warm brown as he sunk into his seat, only the top of his face and his hands visible beneath the striped fabric.

 Mr. Captain Hero Sir’s eyes sparkled as the man looked up at him, and Ravio fought the blush that rose in his cheeks as he fiddled with his own scarf (he’d mess with his sleeves, but he’d shed his robe to help do the dishes, and his undershirt wasn’t nearly long enough to fiddle with). “Don’t mention it, it’s-” He chewed his lip for a moment before a smile broke loose, the one Mr. Hero said was cheesy and fake, the one for when he was trying to sell things. “It’s a complimentary gift for exceptional customers and/or guests!”

 “We’ve never bought anything from you.” Four deadpanned, eyes glinting with a smile Ravio couldn’t see past all the scarf in the way.

 “Yet!” Ravio chirped back, and darted back into the kitchen to help Mr. Hero finish doing the dishes.

...

 Mr. Champion keeps rubbing his scars.

 The heroes had left for a short spell, traveling off to fight more monsters only to be dumped in the orchard a week or so later (Mr. Hero said it’d been a month and a half for them, but by his time it was a week). And when Ravio said they’d been dumped in the orchard, he meant in the orchard. He’d been busy picking some of the ripened apples before the birds took them all (most of the wild birds knew better, but still, it was the principle of the thing, fresh fruit was rare in Lorule) when a shout and the snapping of branches had sounded all about him.  

 Ravio had shrieked in surprise, thinking that he was alone only to find (once he’d removed his hood again) that there were nine heroes hanging from various tree branches around him, and Mr. Hero himself was hanging upside down, one foot caught in the branches, as his face dangled inches from Ravio’s own, a scowl darkening it as a string of mumbles escaped his room-mate.

 He couldn’t stop himself, he kissed Mr. Hero’s twitching nose.

 Mr. Hero shrieked in surprise, jerking in place and effectively loosening himself from the tree, falling all over Ravio in the process. It was worth it, Ravio giggled as he lay on the ground. Mr. Hero was so like the bunnies in Lorule and their noses simply demanded to be kissed.

 Laughter and grumbles sounded around them, the heroes pulling themselves down from the trees around them.

 Captain Hero Sir Jr. moved with surprising ease, despite his heavy armor, clambering down the tree with the same grace that Mr. Champion did most of the time. Some things never change, he could still see him climbing up onto Mr. Captain Hero Sir’s shoulders in the same manner (only now he rather doubted either of them would attempt to do that anymore, Captain Hero Sir Jr. was much bigger now).

 It felt entirely too natural to lead them all up to the house, Mr. Hero trailing at the back with a bushel of apples in his arms. Settling them all down in the kitchen was easy as could be, and he and Mr. Hero worked quickly to set some fresh apple cider to boil before starting on a meal for everyone.

 He missed not having them all around, it was going to be awful dull when they all had to go back to their worlds when this adventure was over again.

 He was determined to enjoy the moment for that very reason while they all sat about in the living room, sipping apple cider as Mr. Hero had settled down in his blasted rocker, spectacles on his nose and more mending in hand. He never would rest until the light was faded, and Ravio had half a mind to take out his knitting (he was still currently short three scarves) before he decided to simply flop down on the nearest open spot on the couch and just enjoy his cider.

 Except, Mr. Champion was sitting in the seat beside him.

 The young hero kept rubbing at his scars, eyes distant, and despite the numerous amounts of times that either Mr. Captain Hero Sir or Mr. Rancher tried to move his hands back down to the still full mug he was cradling in his other hand, Mr. Champion (he was younger than Ravio though...would Mr. Be an appropriate title for him?) kept reaching right back up to rub his neck and face.

 The scars were enflamed, harsh red and puffy where they peeked out from beneath the collar of his shirt, and it made Ravio wince to even think of how he’d acquired such injuries that would scar so.

 He only winced more with every drag of broken nails and rough finger pads over the skin, but Mr. Champion- Wild? He could think of him as Wild right? He was kind of the kid’s uncle in a weird way- didn't seem to even notice that he was doing it. Cornflower blue eyes stared unseeing into the fire, face still and only his hands moving.

 Mr. Captain Hero Sir sighed, worry pulling his lovely face into shadows as he grasped Wild’s hands again. “Wild, hey, no more of that, okay? You’re hurting yourself.”

 Fingers twitched, but no other movement came from the young Champion until Mr. Captain Hero Sir (wait, was Wild also Captain Hero Sir Jr.? Or was he Champion Hero? Oh fiddlesticks, he wasn’t sure anymore) let go, and then broken nails moved right back up towards swollen flesh.

 Ravio shifted in his seat, uncomfortable.

 Mr. Hero had spaced out before, did it a lot when the sun set or when he was outside, but he never scratched like that. He sang and fiddled with his rings. If Wild Champion Jr. Sir (oh heavens) did something like that, it would be fine, but this was... this was rather unsettling.

 Ravio shifted in his seat, curling around his mug as Mr. Captain Hero Sir had to reach out to stop the wild-child's hands from reaching the inflamed wounds (the last scratch had broken skin, and a thin trail of red has appeared).

 It was without a thought that he acted, pushing his mug into the captain’s hands and promptly looping his scarf around Wild Champion Hero Captain Jr.’s (oh Lolia help) neck.

 Thoughtless fingers nose just as before, but this time, they brushed against soft fabric. Ravio tensed, dearly hoping that his scarf would not be ripped off or simply pushed aside.

To the surprise of all of them, rough fingers brushed over the fabric, paused, and gently stroked its material. The Champion’s face did not move, but slowly, long fingers ran down the fabric, rubbing it between their tips as cornflower blue eyes blinked slowly. In an instant, the young hero’s gaze was lost to sight as the fabric was nuzzled with all the fondness of a cub nuzzling their parent.

 “He likes scarves, of course he does.” Mr. Rancher chuckled wearily, a tired smile playing over his features as both he and Mr. Captain Hero Sir sat back (but not before Ravio took his mug back).

 “So he does.” Mr. Captain Hero Sir sighed, eyes fond as he watched the hero in question curl up on the couch, face lost in purple fabric and bare toes the only moving part of the kid. The wiggling toes were almost like a dog wagging its tail, but weirder, still, he wasn’t one to judge.

 Mr. Captain hero Sir caught his eye. “Thank you, Ravio.”

 “Customer loyalty.” He murmured softly into his mug.

 He caught the way Mr. Hero and the others stared at him though, and he could only be thankful his hood shaded his face enough to hide his pleased blush.

...

 Mr. Rancher needs to wear more color.

 It’s like looking at the photos of Mr. Hero from just before he’d come around. Mr. Hero always fussed at him for going through things, but he couldn’t help but laugh at how odd his room-mate looked with black hair and dark clothes. “You dyed it?”

 “For safety reasons. How many people have you see in Hyrule with pink hair of all things? It was a dead giveaway!”

 “But you’re the hero?”

 “A hero whose face was plastered on every wanted poster in Hyrule. Still is in some cases.” Mr. Hero had grumbled, folding the last piece of newly clean washing and throwing a pointed glare in his direction. “Life on the run sucks. I was thirteen and just wanted to be ignored.”

 A glance at the dark haired but smiling youngster in the photo and back up to the bitter pink haired hero he knew told him (even if Mr. Hero hadn’t already) how well that wish had been fulfilled.

 But seriously, those photos at least showed Mr. Hero with some color. The most Mr. Rancher wore was that horrid sash and obi, and the orange and blue looked simply terrible with his color scheme, something that, when brought up to Mr. Hero, his friend seemed to agree with, stating that ‘he’d never get into Hytopia’s capitol looking like that’.

 Ravio had never been to Hytopia, but based on the stories and mannerisms Mr. Hero took on after that adventure, he can only agree.

 Originally, he’d hoped he could simply find something among his wares that he could sell to Mr. Rancher, but that proved to only be so effective, after all, when one sells weapons and items, it’s hard finding a normal piece of clothing amidst all the blessed or charmed pieces.

 Oh well, he was counting on ending up sharing the rest of his scarves with them all anyway.

 It wasn’t any dramatic or particularly touching moment when he walked up and slung a clean scarf around the rancher’s shoulders, but Mr. Rancher, after initially starting, smiled as he touched the sun-warmed material. Of course, that expression quickly faded into one of awe as the hero squeezed the fabric lightly.

 Mr. Rancher’s eyes lit up like a dog being given a new toy (Ravio wasn’t stupid, he knew a dog when he saw one) and the man proceeded to continue squeezing and petting the springy fabric with eyes sparkling as if Ravio had just handed him the stars themselves.

 He was down to two scarves now, but it was worth it.

...

Mr. Traveler Hero is small.

He is small, and wild, and the clothes he’s wearing are nearly too small. The traveler is a growing child (never mind that he’s still a teenager himself) and he’s out and about in nearly threadbare garments that leave Ravio shivering at the mere thought of wearing.

And this is the other hero who grew up in a corrupted world where the sun doesn’t shine as bright as it should and the winters are always too long.

Ravio doesn’t think twice when he sees the first signs of cold in the young hero. He’s got two scarfs recently made, and he’s only too happy to share.

Purple and black stripes nearly drown the young hero when he walks over and wraps not one, but two of the comfiest scarves he’s ever made around the youngster's neck.

Like Mr. Rancher, nothing is said or done immediately, but Mr. Traveler Hero smile at him shyly, holding up a hand and scampering over to his bag.

The pair of polished stones he’s given don’t make much sense, but he catches sight of Mr. Hero and Captain Hero Sir Jr. Both smiling over at the two through the doorways.  

“Thank you.” He murmurs warmly, tucking the rocks in his pocket.

“Thank you.!” Mr. Traveler smiles in return, eyes twinkling in the shade of the room and scarf tails flapping like the four wings of a fairy as he spins around to show them to Mr. Hero.

...

 Captain Hero Sir Jr. has nothing comfy to wear.

 Once more, the heroes had been whisked away, and once more they’d appeared at the house weeks later, looking exhausted and utterly soaked.

 The chill autumn rain might be to blame for that.

 Mr. Hero hadn’t even protested that... Wild (he’d just call him Wild, he couldn’t do this title thing this time) had bustled off into the kitchen to warm some tea, and instead promptly collapsing in all his soaked glory onto the couch.

 The other heroes followed suit, and Ravio (like a good host) immediately hopped up and fetched some blankets. Mr. Rancher was already stoking the fire, and with a bit of work, Ravio was able to help Mr. Her grasp what was left of his own steaming mug of cider (his hands were quite the state in this bitter weather) before popping off to the kitchen to brew more of the sweet apply goodness to share with the heroes.

 Armor and over-clothes had been stripped off, sitting wet and dripping in one corner (Mr. Hero eyes it with distaste, knowing just as Ravio did just what that would be doing to the floor) but neither housekeeper said anything, Mr. Hero nursing his cider and letting its warmth sooth his gnarled fingers, and Ravio puttering about with a kettle and mugs to share with everyone else.

 Blankets had been pulled from the shelves and were cast around quaking shoulders as chattering teeth uttered breathy thanks to the purple-robed merchant.

 There was nothing like being thanked for good service, and Ravio beamed as he passed between them.

 That smile faded however when he noticed Captain Hero Sir Jr.

 The man sat in a thin linen shirt and under-armor, looking far from being near the level of comfort that the rest did in their undershirts and pants (or a dress in Mr. Hero’s case).

 Come to think of it he’d never seen Captain Hero Sir Jr. dress in any comfortable manner since he’d come along behind Mr. Hero that first time since they’d started this adventure. Did the poor kid- er... Man, not have anything comfortable to wear?

 While the heroes slept that night, in the two bedrooms and sprawled across the couch, Ravio kept Mr. Hero comfortable, sitting before the fire with his knitting needles while Mr. Hero repaired yet more damaged clothing (poor mister Chosen Hero’s sailcloth had been damaged somehow).

 Usually, one or the other of them would eventually remind the other to go to bed, but both were so wrapped up in their work (Mr. Hero started singing even, that goddess ballad Miss. Princess told hm about) that neither seemed to remember to check the clock, or even to go to bed.

 Come morning, Ravio finds that he has fallen asleep wrapped in the tails of the scarf he’d been making, and Mr. Hero has become entangled in his mending, a peaceful smile on his face, worn fabric brushing his cheeks and spectacles teetering precariously on the tip of his nose.

 Mr. Chosen Hero is the one who wakes them up, stirring awake with a violent sneeze, but he smiles fondly when he lays eyes on them, opening his arms in an offer of a cuddle if either feels inclined to return to sleep. Neither does, but Ravio appreciates it, and even if Mr. Hero doesn’t say as much (quite the opposite really) he knows his friend does too.

 The day is normal, as far as a day with nine heroes in the house can be, and with the rain still pouring, they spend their time cleaning, although Mr. Hero shoos them all away after a time because they’re not doing it the right way (AKA Mr. Hero's very practiced manner of cleaning and organizing). It’s after Mr. Hero had shooed them all into the main room while he organizes the basement (thank goodness, it's an awful mess down there) that the talk starts.

 It’s cold out, and most of the heroes have donned the scarves they’ve been gifted over time (Ravio isn’t blushing, he’s not). Smiles shine and laughter rings as they explain to their brothers how they’d some to have them.

 “And he just... threw t at me! Not a word, not an explanation, just came up and tossed it over my shoulders.” Mr. Rancher chuckles. “Kinda like how my ma would do when I was a tot, jist wrap it up and ‘round soon as the cold weather came a’creepin’ up.”

 The others nod, smiles fond. Ravio beams as he lights the candle set near the masks on the wall.

 “I had one too once,” Captain Hero Sir Jr. Muses aloud. “Back in the war, you remember, Wars?”

 “Do I ever.” Mr. Captain Hero Sir smirks. “I used to tie you up with that thing when you got too rowdy.”

 “You and the general both.” Captain Hero Sir Jr. Chuckles, soft and deep and so different from his nearly witch level cackle that Ravio remembers.

 “What ever happened to it?” He asks curiously, blowing out his match and turning to move towards the rest of the group.

 Captain Hero Sir Jr. Smiles at him, eyes far older but far more at peace than they used to be. “I outgrew it. It was a child’s scarf, even if it was a bit big at the time. I considered bringing it, but it just doesn’t do much anymore.” A thin smile pulls at his features, almost guilty as he admits “I didn’t take the best care of my clothes as a kid.”

 Well, that doesn’t matter over much. Ravio smiles at his young (old) friend, and around him he can hear the others whisper and laugh. They know what’s happening, and Captain Hero Sir Jr. Does too if the twinkle in his eyes is to be believed, so Ravio makes a point of flourishing his gift with all the fuss he can before reverently draping the garment around the tall man’s neck. The eldest hero has to stoop, even from where he’s sitting on the couch, so that Ravio can reach, but it only adds to the mock reverence as Ravio adorns another bare neck with one of his toasty scarves.

 “Mind you take care of that one,” He scolds lightly. “I was up all night making it.”

 “Yes sir.” Captain hero Sir Jr. responds with a playful smile in his eyes, even if his face is the picture of obedience.

 Giggles sound around them, and despite hating it, Ravio takes the only seat left available (he really hates that rocker) and curls up. “You all be quiet now, I’m tired and need a nap.”

 “Okay, gramps.” The sailor whispers faintly, a giggle in his tone as titters and chuckles erupt.

 Strangely, it doesn't take too long for Ravio to doze off, especially when Mr. Hero settles in beside him and starts to rock the stupid chair, humming lightly as fingers work over another project, the light buzz of activity all around them as Ravio allows himself to be carried into dreamland.

...

 Mr. Chosen Hero has caught cold.

 He’s not surprised, not with how drenched the others all were day before last, but the Skyloftian is shivering madly, miserably sniffing into handkerchiefs and trying his best to avoid drinking the nasty herbal teas that Mr. Hero claims are good for people. Ravio doesn’t care if Mr. Hero drinks them, but for pities sake, drink black tea if you’re going to drink tea! What sort of decent being are you if you’re just drinking plant water?

 “Legend, I’m serious, I don’t-” Mr. Chosen Hero breaks off coughing. “I don’t think tea will-” Another cough, nastier than the last. “I don’t think it will help.”

 “Trust me.” Mr. Hero already has a small table pulled up to Mr. Chosen Hero’s side, tea and handkerchiefs both set carefully on top. “Tea’s just what you need. Eucalyptus does wonders for a cold.”

 “He’s right.” Mr. Traveler Hero chimes in, gaze warm and sleepy as he sips some of the tea himself. “And it’s got a calming effect.”

 Mr. Hero cocks a brow. “What are you, ‘Rule, a koala?”

 No one knows what that is, except Mr. Traveler Hero, but it doesn’t seem to matter much, as Mr. Chosen Hero breaks into another coughing fit and bundles a blanket closer around his shoulders, voice hoarse when he speaks. “I wish it’d stop raining. I didn’t even realize-” A cough sounds and is followed by a sniffle. “I didn’t realize the surface got so wet.”

 And Ravio sees where this is going, the shivering hero, the gentle atmosphere. He doesn’t bother waiting for Mr. Chosen Hero to sniffle again, he just wraps a scarf around the man’s neck, tucking it in close enough to keep the heat in.

 The smile exchanged is silent, and Ravio is thankful that the others aren’t about at present to tease, only Mr. Hero and Mr. Traveler Hero are here with them, and neither says a word as they sip their leaf water.

 “I’ll make you some real tea.” He murmurs softly, offering a wink and a gentle pat to the knee before he’s off towards the kitchen.

...

 Mr. Hero doesn’t have a scarf.

 It was glaringly obvious, as whenever the rest of them appeared at the house, they'd all be wearing their Ravio gifted scarfs proudly, smiles on their faces as the ends trailed or dragged after them (despite that, they were all in perfect condition).

 But Mr. Hero didn’t have a scarf.

 He was never going to get one either.

 They’ve all just returned to the house (it’s been two months since the last visit) and the snow outside it up to Ravio’s waist in places. It took him ages to shovel himself out of the house, but the harvest of apples is in and the bees are well prepared for the winter, and Mr. Hero finally tidied the cellar enough that they have room for food storage aplenty.

 Cider and tea are brewed as the heroes gather, fluffy socks and scarves on full display as they sit around the fire.

 Mr. Hero is shivering.

 Curious glances are thrown at both himself and Mr. Hero as the heroes drink their beverage of choice, concern in their gazes as Legend eventually gets up to pull the most ridiculously bulky quilt in the entire house over his shoulders. He’s all pink in the face and he’s shaking like a leaf, and it’s only because he won’t hold still that Ravio hasn’t attempted to try and help him hold a warm mug enough for his fingers to relax.

 Mr. Hero moves like a man thrice his age, if not more, and he creaks worse than the roof does in the wind outside.

 “Where’s your scarf, vet?” Mr. Captain Hero Sir murmurs softly, one brow raised as he watches Mr. Hero fumble with the quilts edge.

 “My what?”

 Glances are exchanged among the others. “Your scarf? The one Ravio gave you?”

 “I don’t have a scarf.” Mr. Hero answers, dropping the quilt again with a scowl that makes his nose wiggle.

 “But” Cornflower blue dart between himself and his housemate. “Aren’t you two friends? How do you not already have a scarf? Even Time did!”

 “It’s a customer service thing.” Mr. Hero murmurs. “I’m already a loyal customer, so he doesn’t waste resources on trying to earn my loyalty. That, and I don’t wear purple.”

 He shakes his head, loosening his scarf as the eyes of the others twinkle, but rather than taking it off, he only loosens one end, before wrapping it tightly around his friend’s neck, fluffing up the quilt in both of their laps, and settling a warm mug of cider in Mr. Hero’s hands.

 “Nonsense!” he chirps, trying not to be hurt at the obvious surprise on his friend's face, so he muses Mr. Hero’s hair instead. “You have every item I offer except this scarf. Why would you keep buying from me if you get it? I have to keep you from having one until I get something better in, otherwise business will plummet!”

 Knowing smiles are exchanged amidst the others, but Mr. Hero just sighs and shakes his head, leaning slightly into Ravio’s side as he sips his cider.

 A bitter expression overtakes Mr. Hero’s face. “You forgot the cloves.”

 “Oh shoot!”

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[mae-gi-writes]

Yūgen | Sunwoo (The Boyz)

Yugen (n.) a profound, mysterious sense of the beauty of the universe that triggers a deep, emotional response. 

Requested by anon! In which Sunwoo, the ace of the volleyball team, is curious about what you’re drawing all the time. Until one day, he stumbles upon a drawing of himself made from yours truly. 

Genre: fluff, volleyball player! Sunwoo and art student reader, shy love, softness, and inspired by haikyuu because I have been obssessed with the anime lately TT__TT  A/N: It feels like it’s been ages since I’ve posted here! Slowly but surely, I’m going through my inbox and replying to your requests. Thank you for your patience, stay safe loves, ily all xx 

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Sunwoo wasn't artistically inclined.

But that never stopped him from admiring those that were. He was always so curious as to how just a flick of fingers managed to create a shadow, or how just one glance at a subject made it through onto paper without so much as an effort to remember the details. It was like it was automatically recorded into one's brain, hands already registered to mimic the curves and the folds and the shadows that turned into nothing short of a miraculous piece. So when he caught sight of someone drawing, it always piqued his interest. He stumbled upon you one late afternoon after his volleyball practice, with sweat dotting his forehead and his training bag slung casually over his shoulder. He was about to direct his way to the parking lot upon exiting the gymnasium, only to spot a lone figure huddled upon the bleachers and curled into a ball that caused Sunwoo to frown. Slowly sidling up to the stranger in question and peeking over the railing to catch a glimpse of your face, his eyes are instantly driven to the sketchpad in your hands.

You didn't notice him though, so absorbed in your own world with earphones blocking out reality that a tsunami could've gone unnoticed. So Sunwoo took advantage to climb over onto the opposite bleacher and, after ensuring that your back wouldn't turn to greet him, leaned over the separation to catch sight of a lone figure cartwheeling freely over the page. Woah. You were talented alright. There was nothing else to describe the fluidity of movement you caught with your pencil. It made Sunwoo's breath catch in his throat. He had the sudden urge to know exactly what kind of face hid behind the visual mastery manifesting before his very eyes. After all, there must be other things for them to see rather than the boring literal reality that most people settled for. What kind of imageries were they creating in their heads? What beautiful stories were they crafting? Worlds they got lost in? You moved then, causing Sunwoo to jolt back and scurry away with his heart beating out of his chest, deciding that it was enough spying for the day. After that day, he made sure to seek you out every time after practice although he noticed you never strayed too long in the same place, always moving about like a shadow lingering in the corner, invisible yet omniscient. Sometimes you would find a quiet spot in a patch of sunlight by the tennis courts. Sometimes you'd be found on the bleachers, alert eyes observing every pass, every move, every twist of a body like  camera taking everything in. Sunwoo never approached you. Not that he didn't want to, but he found it awkward to just come up to you and present himself as the guy who'd been stalking your drawings. So he admired you from afar instead, relished in the passion of your dark coffee coloured eyes and in the attentive focus dipping your eyebrows in a soft frown, lips paeted slightly in concentration. "Do you know her?" He'd asked one of his friends from the volleyball team once, during their lunch break as he saw you line up at the cafeteria. Changmin took a peek at your face before he shook his head, "she might be in one of my electives." "Which one?" "I think it's art." Sunwoo forced his face to remain in a mask of calmness as he grabbed a steak sandwich, no fries, "do you know her name?" "Nah. I don't think she's ever spoken in class," Changmin's eyebrows quirk up then, "why'd you ask?" "No reason." Changmin's pointed look defined anything but that.  Although he did have the decency to drop the subject as soon as the rest of the volleyball team joined the table. Sunwoo got his answer a few days later when he practically toppled over you and your drawing crayons. It was his mistake. He'd been leaning too far out from the top of the basketball bleachers, struggling to get even the smidgest glimpse of what amazing piece of art hiding under your jacket sleeve, only for his foot to slip. Down he went with a curse, crashing straight into your body and quickly scrabbling to wrap his arms around your head, a pathetic attempt to cushion your fall as you fell into a heap in front of the bleachers. "You--you okay?" He huffed out, breathless and heart beating like a time bomb. Pulling his arms away slowly, gently, he finally met your gaze straight on and --oh my, your eyes were not coffee coloured at all.  But more of a honey-brown, wide open and framed by soft lashes. Currently dilated in panic. "I'm fine! What--What about you? Oh gosh, I'm so sorry--" "No it was my fault," he made a grab for your sketchbook and scattered pens only for his orbs to register the face messily etched onto the paper. His breath caught. For a minute, he could do nothing but stare at the replica of his face made in charcoal. Those were his eyes, his slightly crooked nose. The scowl he wore during his soccer matches. That was him. The resemblance was akin to that of perfection. That was before your hands snatched away the sketchbook before you quickly slammed it closed, cheeks blazing red, "that's-- I swear I"m not a creep, I-- I just do that for practice--" "It's amazing." Your head-- which had been bowed this entire time for fear that anger would be his response -- shot up in surprise, "what?" "It's amazing," Sunwoo repeated. He wouldn't mind repeating it forever, he realized, if that meant he got to see that aforable blush of yours. He reached out with his hand, "can I look at it again?" So you allowed him after some slight hesitation, and if he noticed, he didn't comment. Fingers brushing against yours slightly, he handled the sketchbook with utmost care as he flipped through the pages with child-like awe. He'd seen your drawings, sure, but mere glimpses here and there, a sneak peek, always accompanied with the fear of being found. But now, he could take his time and actually relish in the soft tracings of your crayon, admire the gentle shadings that made up the tip of his nose. You had managed to capture that frown -- the one he used whenever he concentrated -- to perfection and for a minute he swore he'd fallen in love with himself. "You're really good," he murmured, though that definitely banalized the array of praises popping through his head, "you should keep doing them. I mean it." "So, you're not--" you paused, "mad?" "Well I think you'd have more reason to be mad if you knew I was stalking you from before." "What?" Oh Sunwoo, you idiot. Your eyes had tripled their size and you were looking at him like he'd just grown a second head. He lifted his hands as defence, "that sounded so much better in my head. I swear I'm not that creepy, or a stalker, I just--well you're always drawing and I got curious but I can't really come over and tell you to show me so I had to hide and peek and--" You burst out laughing in his face and despite the fact that he was the cause, he couldn't help joining in with a small chuckle, a grin spreading across his features at how alive you looked at this very moment. "You can ask me next time," your grin settled into a soft smile, "I don't bite." "Your words, not mine," he said, tone lighter and teasing. He helped you gather your belongings and as the pair of you started towards the school gates, he asked for your name. "Y/N," you answered, "and you?" "Sunwoo," he noticed the sky was darkening into purple, a sign that twilight was approaching. Usually, he'd be in a hurry to catch the last bus of the evening to avoid the pain of traffic after six. But it was like his body was slowing down on its own to join your pace, as if he was automatically tuning in to the rhythm of your steps. He found he didn't mind. "So why athletes? Any special reason why you like drawing them?" He asked as you reached the gates. "I just like watching the way they move. It's ...graceful," a hand went to rub the back of your neck, "and they come in handy for figure practice." "I mean, we're not that graceful when you're on the pitch ready to get blown away," he chuckled, "but thanks. At least we know we don't play like animals." "Oh god no. The volleyball team's pretty good. The rugby team on the other hand..." you sigh before you shake your head, "that team is nearly impossible to draw." His shoulders shook as he laughed, "well I don't think they aim for graceful. They look like a pack of wild dogs. Even I don't understand how they play." You had reached the said bus stop by then before you spotted your mother's car along the sidewalk, "oh, my mom's here," you turn to him, "where do you live? Maybe we can drop you--" Meeting your mom? On the first day of meeting you? Sunwoo's hands flew up, shaking them wildly in response, "oh no no, that's not necessary. I'll see you tomorrow!" Thank god for the bus that pulled up at the right time so that he didn't have to linger longer than he needed to. But he didn't miss the small wave of your hand as you watched him go, the smile on your face warming his heart even when it was one of the coldest winter days of the year. From that day onwards, Sunwoo made it a must to make his presence known whenever you were deep in your sketches, always observing, sometimes silently keeping you company and sometimes getting so wrapped up in conversation that your pens would lay forgotten by your bag as you bantered back and forth about subjects that would've made people throw you looks of concern. It became routine to have Sunwoo's head pop up from behind the bleachers or to see him walk up the path to your special hiding spot, right where your gaze would meet the tennis court. You sketched him more and more, folding your drawings into your bag so that he wouldn't see although the urge to catch his face on paper was a growing addiction you couldn't ignore. Even your friends had noticed his lingering presence, proceeding to prod you with questions reflecting their curiosity. "He's from the vòlleyball team isn't he?" Yeji asked one time during lunch, upon noticing the way the said young man's stare lingered over the back of your head before turning away just as quickly, "do you know him?" "We've spoken once or twice." "How do you know him?" Your other friend, Saeron, nudged you with a wriggle of her brows. You brushed her teasing away, "we bumped into each other and then he saw my drawings." "Oh right, you do sketch athletes," Yeji leaned forward, mouth full of bread, "did you sketch him?" "I did, actually." "Oh awkward," Saeron giggled, "he's handsome though, can't deny that. You gotta introduce us sometime." You mumbled out an agreement even though you sat with them just for the sake of having people around. It wasn't that you didn't appreciate them. You did. But they seemed to speak a language you couldn't quite grasp. You would rather sit in your own silence, enjoy your own company if that made sense. Maybe that was why it was so surprising, that you allowed Sunwoo to linger as long as he wanted to. There was something authentic about the way he reacted to your words, an unguarded expression that made you comfortable enough to speak up without fear of judgment. Spending time with Sunwoo was listening to water trickle down the river. Smooth and free. Peaceful. But Sunwoo seldom knew of your high regards, was not aware of the tiny sketch of his figure in mid-spike that was hidden in the pocket of your school skirt so that you could take a peek whenever you felt out of place or nervous. It calmed you down to admire his composure, even if his expression was a mere mimic that could not replace reality. "Do you have any material in particular that you like to use?" Sunwoo asked one cloudy afternoon, breaking the silence while huddling a little closer to peek at your newest sketch of Lee Juyeon; a basketball star player known for his quick reflexes and adept playing style. Not only was his skill on par with that of a Nationals team, but his looks had garnered him quite a fanbase from the get-go. Sunwoo would've liked to say that he wasn't jealous of the way your thumb gently applied shade to Juyeon's lower lip. But the spike in the middle of his chest proved him otherwise. "I like charcoal the most, it's the easiest to work with," pausing to admire your work, your eyes glanced over at him, "do you draw?" He scoffed, "like a five year old." "Wanna try?" "No way. I'll ruin it. I'm okay with admiring it from afar." You hummed an unknown tune as you pulled back your sketchbook, "how is practice?" "Alright. Could be better. We won a practice match last week so we're kind of taking it easy." "That's good though isn't it?" Your gaze met his. His eyes were various gradients of warm maroon and you wished-- at this very moment -- to paint his features into memory. That was when you realized how close you were. You shuffled slightly back and didn't notice the frown Sunwoo threw you in response, "it is. And I'm happy we get to rest. The team deserves it." "You're pursuing it in College?" Your eyes tried not to linger too much over his lips, "volleyball, I mean." "Depends," he smiled, though it didn't reach his eyes, "if we make it to the Nationals." "You will." "Someone's confident," he chuckled. "Well I'm no pro but even I can tell you're talented, Sunwoo," you peeked at him from behind your fringe, glad that you could blame the cold for your red cheeks when just the intensity and closeness of his entity made you want to squirm, "so if there's anyone who can do it, it's you." It was impossible to keep eye contact after such a confession. You lowered your gaze, glad for your sketchbook that acted as a distraction. It was at that very moment that the paper tucked so neatly in your pocket slipped out, causing Sunwoo to quickly make a grab for it. You made a noise of protest before trying to snatch it back, but the boy only chuckled before unfolding the creased page so that there he was, depicted in all his glory. "Is that--" his voice was hoarse and you took this as your chance to steal it from his grasp, reddened cheeks burning and fingers shaking as you folded it back to its tiny square shape, "is that me?" "Y--yes." "You--you keep that with you?" "I--I do," you lifted your chin up defiantly, though you felt your limbs trembling. His eyes, they pierced your own, piecing together a coherence that caused your stomach to fill with butterflies. When he spoke next, his words were a mere murmur. "Why?" "I--I don't know," eyes darting towards the ground, you mumbled, "I just like watching you...play." A pause. Then, Sunwoo shifted a little bit closer. "You like watching me play? Or do you like," he cocked his head, "watching me?" If you were red before then you were probably the colour of a fire engine truck by now. Averting your eyes and turning your head away were instinctive responses due to the blood rushing through your face. "Stop flirting with me," came your mumble. Laughing softly in response, he scooted himself a little closer, so close that his shoulder brushed your back. He leaned over, head tilted to catch your expression. "Cute," his lips broke out in a crooked grin and you swore you felt your heart explode. Flustered, you shoved him away out of instinct but he wasn't having any of that. His hand grabbed your wrists and with a yelp, you were dragged even closer to his chest. "You like looking at me that much huh?" His tone was teasing while his eyes glimmered with playful mischief, "why is that,Y/N?" "You ask as if you don't know," you mumbled out through jumbled words and you were glad he actually understood you. But instead of laughing some more, his features softened into a smile instead as he proceeded to gaze down at you with an expression you couldn't quite place. It was in your normal behaviour to admire people. Not the other way around. And at this very moment, you felt way out of your comfort zone. "I don't know." Your orbs flew up to his in surprise and what you found in those coffee-coloured pupils made your breath stutter, heat coiling through your abdomen. "It...it calms me down," your whisper was barely louder than a breath but by the way Sunwoo's smile widens to reach his eyes, you could tell he heard you just fine. "I like watching you too," he replied. A strand of your hair caught in the wind and he raised his hand to curl it around the back of your ear, his touch ghosting with sparks wherever flesh bumped into flesh. You felt warm. He didn't pull away. Didn't bother hiding the slight dust of pink in his cheeks either, as he slowly allowed his palm to cradle the side of your face. Gently. As if he feared you might run away, recoil back. But you didn't. Even with your breaths going staccato, even if your heart felt like a wild animal. You calmed yourself down with the knowledge that he seemed just as nervous as you were and suddenly, out of a stroke of boldness, your hand went up to hold on to his, pressing it close to your cheek. His breath hitched. You shivered. The wind blew against your figures, a gentle reminder that the day was coming to an end. You weren't exactly sure what changed that day. There were no verbal agreements, nothing that suggested your relationship had changed. Yet, the subtle touches of his hand against your back, your shoulders, moving your hair from one shoulder to another, complemented by his gentle doe-eyed stare that made your toes curl, these changes were small, but significant. And you couldn't find it in your heart to say that you disliked it. What are we? The words lingered at the tip of your tongue, as bitter as the aftertaste of coffee as you stole small glances in his direction. You were sitting comfortably under a tree that overlooked the tennis court where Sunwoo had decided to join you. He'd fallen asleep halfway through your beginning sketch and was now leaning against the tree trunk, face relaxed and body leaned towards yours, close enough that you could admire his face. Countless hours you had spent tracing Sunwoo's features on paper. Countless times you had imagined tracing his lips with your thumb, wondered whether they were as soft as they looked. Maybe it was just curiosity or maybe you had let him walk into your heart so easily that you hadn't realized it yourself. But if there was one thing you could swear your heart upon it would be that you could no longer imagine every day without Sunwoo's presence at your side. As if on instinct, your fingers took a life of their own as they reached up to push a few strands away from his face. They gently carved a path down his cheek, landing at the corner of his jaw. Dangerously close to his open mouth. There was no denying it. Sunwoo was beautiful. Handsome. Had those features on par to that of a model's. You were so focused on edging your way to touch his lower lip that you didn't realize you had been staring, until you glanced up to see his brown orbs fixated on yours. You froze. Shit. "Like what you see?" He murmured. Then, before you could scramble back and probably run with your tail between your legs, his own hand grasped your own and he pushed himself off the trunk before his head angled towards yours, finding your lips. Soft. Sunwoo's lips were soft. You panicked. Not used to the closeness. The fire that sparked between your lids. But his other hand went to clasp your jaw, holding you close as he kissed your next protest away and unconsciously brushing his thumb against your cheek. Shivering in his touch, there was no running away from the way his mouth molded against yours so snugly, and you didn’t want to. You found yourself addicted to the sweet pressure of his upper lip meeting your lower ones and soon enough -- without realizing -- you melted into his touch. 

Sunwoo made a noise that sounded like a soft grunt, his other hand lacing around your waist to pull you closer so that you tumbled halfway into his lap. With embarrassment suddenly flooding through you, you let out a squeak that he answered with a chuckle of his own before distracting you once more with a series of kisses that left you gasping.

Your hands, initially balled into fists in your lap, went to rest against his chest and you didn’t realize that you were gripping onto his school shirt until you parted for air. Only were you aware of your compromising position, of the hard ridges of the young man’s thighs, of the firmness of his chest against your palms, of the way he seemed to be so much bigger than you even though he was a lean athlete, meant to be light and as speedy as the wind. 

Breaths coming out ragged, you tried to slow the beating of your heart. Though it seemed to be quite the challenge, given how lovingly, how intense, Sunwoo seemed to be in making love to your neck, nibbling on your pulse point and causing a soft whimper to fall from your lips. 

A whistle blew in the distance.

The soccer team. They’d be crawling up the hill any minute now.

“Sunwoo,” you breathed out, eyes hazy with mixed feelings of desire and embarrassment. You feebly tried pushing against his chest, to no avail. He merely groaned, head tilting upwards to catch your mouth into another kiss. 

“Sunwoo,” you groaned against his lips. But he held on for dear life, one hand clasping the back of your neck, tangled into your locks. The other around your waist, pressing you as close as he could possibly get you to be. 

“Just one more,” he mumbled in-between kisses, hooded eyes fluttering closed and head slanting to kiss you a little deeper, a little harder.

Your body was on fire. You weren’t used to this intimacy, nor all of the affection he was raining down upon you. 

But it felt good. It felt amazing. Eye-opening.

He finally relented after what seemed like an eternity and you quickly made a move to scramble out of his lap. Though he wasn’t having any of that, grip made of iron as he held on. You looked up to snap at him to let go before everyone saw but was faced with his pout instead, which was enough to bring down your defences. 

“Please,” his pout deepened and your heart practically vaulted through your chest. Cute. Cute. Cute. Stop. Burying his face into your neck, he whispered, “I just wanna hold you.” 

So he did. And thank god the team had decided to take a different route so that you would avoid their imploring, questioning gazes. Though Sunwoo admitted that he’d already known they would go up from the other side of the gymnasium, considering they did that every other week to train their stamina in the process. 

That earned him a light smack on the side of his head, making him whine, “What did I do to deserve this Y/N?” 

“You knew!” You wanted to throw him a glare, but it was impossible when you were busy fighting the grin spreading across your face. 

He grinned back at you, that crooked smile that always resulted in a burst of butterflies roaring through your abdomen. Just like now. 

“So, since you have a drawing of me that you keep staring at every day--” his words died into laughter when you tried smacking his arm, proceeding to cage your wrist with his hand before kissing your knuckles. You squirmed as he continued, “does that mean I can get a picture of you?”

You let out a noise of protest, “that depends,” you mumbled, unconsciously finding refuge in his neck.

Chuckling, Sunwoo grasped your chin lightly to pull you back so that his brown orbs gazed right into yours with a gentleness that had you weak at the knees, “on what?” 

“On what I get in return.” 

“What if I say I’ll take you on a date?” he said wickedly. 

You couldn’t help your smile. 

“I guess that could work.” 

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* “(Y/N).... what are you doing?”

* Muffled noise escapes you as you dig yourself deeper , drowning in his scent

* “(Y/N)”

* Your name leaves in a whisper and a smile curls onto his mouth

* “I mean how can you even see the television from that angle” he mumbles

* You sigh, your breath fanning across the lilac shirt he wore, you’re head firmly nestled in his back

* You’re in his room, lying beside him on his bed, essentially spooning him. The movie flickers on in front of you, you’re only half way through the first Harry Potter movie right now

* Honestly you’ve wanted to snuggle into Edward’s back for a while now, ever since you did it right before you both kissed for the first time

* It just feels so warm and safe here

* “I can hear it just fine” you mumble back. You feel the muscles in his back ripple as he shifts, your arm slinging over his chest.

* His hand covers your own. His hands so big it almost entirely envelops your own. And you can’t help but imagine what that hand would feel like in other places

* Tangled in your hair, trailing up and down your sides, under your shirt, dipping beneath the waist band of your shorts-

* Nope nope nope

* Gotta keep it PG 13

* He wants to go slow after all. Or at least you think he does. But well, you thought he might want to be with Bella

* And that was wrong

* Ugh, you want to pull out your own hair. how easy would it be if he could just read your mind and let you know-

* No it doesn’t work like that

* You sigh

* You have to put the work in if you want to make this work

* You have to communicate

* You stir besides him, wiggling you hand out of his and tapping the hard muscle of his abs

* Ugh, of course he’s chiseled like a statue

* Wait you’re a vampire, you tap your own stomach. It feels like a hard slab

* Well damn

* “Hm?”

* “We need to talk”

* “About what?” He asks absentmindedly, eyes never straying from the television.

* He must really like Harry Potter.

* “About sex.”

* He shoots right up. The remote falling to the ground with a clatter

* “Ah sorry, let me get that” he mumbles, climbing out of the bed to pick up the remote and put the movie on pause

* He clears his throat, sitting on the edge of the bed, a whole 5 feet away from you

* “So what did you want to talk about, again?”

* He seems so awkward, maybe you were right, maybe he does want to go slow

* But then what was with that “I’m not waiting for marriage” crap?”

* “I want to be physically intimate with you” you say bluntly

* Why did you say it like that? Like you’re some kind of scientist or something?

* *internal cringe*

* Not that he seems to care

* Edward’s grinning

* “Are you seducing me right now?”

* You’re not sure why but that smile annoys you

* You scoff

* “I’m trying to find out where you’re at, sexually speaking”

* He looks at the ground for several long seconds before finally meeting your eyes

* “So I um-“

* Okay you’re finally getting somewhere

* “I guess I have this kink where I like being called-“

* “No Edward not that!”

* You’re a little annoyed,

* But also a little turned on

* You’ll have to put a pin in that,

* oh boy, Edward with a kink.

* It’s probably something super vanilla like a praise kink

* or something cheesy like a daddy kink

* Like what are you, sixteen-

* Well, he technically is but-

* You’re getting off track

* “Do you-“

* how do you say this?

* “Do you want to have sex with me?”

* And it would sound like your propositioning him if you hadn’t emphasized the ‘want’

* You know he’s on the asexuality spectrum, maybe he just doesn’t feel like that for you

* You know he loves you a lot

* And wether or not he wants to have sex won’t change the way you feel about him,

* But knowing will help you manage your expectations

* “Why...why would you think that I don’t?”

* He looks almost hurt as he says it

* “We’ve been dating for two months and you haven’t made a move”

* Not after he said that thing about ‘Not waiting for Marriage’™

* You feel his hand cover your own, he’s still a heathy distance away from you

* But even just the touch of his hand on yours sends a shiver down your spine

* “How could you ever think I don’t-“ he cuts himself off

* His free hand moves to cradle your face, brushing hair away in that way he’s always done

* You sigh leaning into his touch

* “You’re so beautiful...so lovely.. of course I want to be closer to you in whatever way I can” his words leave breathlessly, and you can see he wants you just as bad as you want him

* “Then why-“

* “You live in my house,” he stresses. “You’re surrounded by my family, who haven’t been very subtle with how pleased they would be for you to join the family. We are literally never away from each other”

* “Do you want me to move back to Denali?” You joke and he laughs, amber eyes warm as he looks into yours.

* “I just don’t want to make you feel uncomfortable... or suffocated.” He squeezes your hand

* “I don’t want to make you feel like you have to do anything you don’t want to, for me.. or anyone else.”

* So he’s been trying to be considerate of you

* And of the living situation

* Isn’t that just so like him?

* You feel a small smile stretch across your lips, your hand threading into his hair

* “I don’t ever feel uncomfortable, not around you.”

* And it’s true, you trust him completely.

* You know he’ll never hurt you, never

* You foreheads are pressed together, and it’s only a small shift to catch his lips in your own

* Your hand escapes from his and trails to his face, your hands tipping his head back to get a better angle

* He feels so good like this

* He would feel so good underneath you, begging you to go just a little further

* “Now I’m propositioning you” you feel a small breathless chuckle escape him

* “There’s ... another reason I haven’t brought it up” he mumbles

* You hold your breath- he doesn’t have that bubbling desire does he?

* You were right, he-

* “If we did it in the house everyone would know”

* Huh?

* Noticing your confused expression he clarifies

* “Everyone would hear it happen, and everyone would know”

* Oh

* So all this times you’ve kissed-

* And that time in the car -

* Everyone knew?

* You groan covering your face in your hands, how will you ever be able to face Carlisle again?

* “Emmett would have bought us a cookie cake-“

* You raise an eyebrow and he falters

* “He would have bought me a cookie cake...it would say ‘bye bye virginity’ in pink icing” he whispers

* And you laugh

* “That’s so wasteful”

* No doubt Edward would be too embarrassed to let their humans friends eat it - which you don’t blame him for

* “Alright I’ll try to keep my dirty fantasies to a minimum” you laugh when he tugs you into his lap

* “Oh what kind of fantasies?” There’s that teasing boyish grin again

* “Please enlighten me”

* Well, it’s only right to tease him a little after all those hours you’ve spent mulling over what ‘I’m not waiting for marriage’ could mean

* “Well they all start off with a kiss, a good kiss, the kind that makes you feel like you’re just going to melt-“

* You rest your head against his shoulder, whispering into his ear

* “And then when it’s over, one of your hands is under my shirt,”

* you gently trace up his back and he shivers

* “and both of mine are under yours”

* “And then?” His voice is low, but he doesn’t dare to look at you

* You really shouldn’t tease him this much...

* but it’s so fun

* “We kiss again, my hands tracing over every inch of you, and when we stop I unbutton your shirt, trailing kisses down your neck”

* You trail a cold finger down the side of his neck

* He lets out a low sound, akin to a whine

* “And then I’ll suck here” your finger presses lightly into the hollow of his neck before repeating the process on his collarbone “and here”

* “You look so pretty with your neck marked up with hickeys, like poppy’s blooming in snow”

* You can tell he likes it by the shiver and whine

* So he likes that sensual shit huh

* You wonder what else he likes

* “And you look so pretty Edward, breathless, with that hungry needy look in your eyes just for me”

* Your hand trails down to his chest, and he trembles as your hand moves across his stomach. Resting on his lower abdomen

* His breath hitches, teeth digging into hi plush pink lip. He’s so needy, your finger trails in absentminded circles, and you swear he whimpers

* Aw so cute

* “And that’s about it” you say bluntly patting his stomach twice before moving to get off of him

* His eyes shoot open, a frown arching onto his mouth

* You hold back a laugh

* before you can fully get off of his lap he tugs you back to him

* “I see what you’re doing” he tried to pretend to be stern but you a smile twitching at the end of his lips

* “I don’t know what you mean. That’s just where the fantasy ends” you say as innocently as possible which only makes him grin

* “I’m sorry, I know I’ve been teasing you too much”

* “Hmm have you been?” You mock confusion and he laughs again, kissing the spot where your neck and shoulder meet

* “I’m sorry I got your hopes up”

* You scoff

* “My hopes weren’t up-“ Edward tilts your head towards him and you avert your eyes

* Okay they were a little high

* He pulls you into another kiss, soft and gentle

* “I promise I’ll make all your fantasies come true soon.”

* He already has, how many dreams that you never thought you would be able to have has he made come true?

* God, you adore this boy

* “But until then you’re going to have to leave”

* Scratch that

* “W-what?!”

* What did you do something to turn him off in the last .05 seconds?

* “It’s nothing personal-“

* You’re taking this very personally

* “I just need some time alone, and maybe a cold shower”

* Oh

* O H

* “R-right, well I’ll leave you to that” you mumble, clearing your throat as you move away from him, only briefly stopping on your way out

* “I’m going to take a few of these okay?” You say grabbing the other two Harry Potter movies

* You don’t wait for him to respond, leaving the room and heading to your own

* You run into Emmett who sends you a mischievous grin

* “Hey (Y/N), what were you-“

* “Nothing you would need to a buy a cookie cake for” you say, sliding into your room

* You look down at the DVD’s

* Why did you take these? You don’t even have a TV in your room

* Meanwhile Emmett’s still in the hallway

* “How did they know I was going to get him a cookie cake?”

* .

* ..

* ...

* You’re not sure where you are at first

* It’s foggy burst of green and brown

* And then you see him

* It’s Edward

* You breathe a sigh of relief moving towards him, as long as he’s here you’re okay

* “I’m sorry-“ you stop in your tracks

* there’s someone else there, clinging to his side

* “You were right- I do love her” He says and you’re confused

* The most faded and its Bella her wide brown eyes narrowed into a glare

* “Did you think you could just steal my future away from me?” She spats at you like her words are venom

* No- of course you never meant to take her place

* But you always hoped to- didn’t you?

* The intrusive voice causes a shiver to erupt down your spine

* You walk back, feet tangling into one another

* No that’s not right, Edward loves you- this isn’t right

* That’s when you bump into something hard- immovable

* You turn to see someone else entirely

* They’re wearing a black and red cloak

* Someone from the Volturi

* You gulp hard.

* So they’ve come for you have they

* The figure moves to remove the hood of their cloak, and you feel a gasp escape you.

* It’s you

* Only your face seems...sharper somehow, even more beautiful. But in an unnatural way, devoid of humanity

* Your eyes are as red as rubies

* You fall back, your foot getting caught in a tree root

* The Volturi-you sighs, crouching down so their impassive eyes can meet yours

* “You’ve really got to get over that whole timeline” their voice is different too, an air of disappointment ringing in every word. They sound bored

* You can’t manage to string together a single thought, let alone any words

* “Well don’t look so scared. I’m here to help you know” but their smile is cruel

* “Unless you can snap out of that lovesick dream of yours and finish what you started, this is the future that’s waiting for you”

* “That’s not true”

* Carlisle saved you, Eleazer took you in, Edward gave you a new future.

* You’re never going back to the Volturi

* But the you clad in the black and red robe’s smile only grows wider

* “It’s not true for now, but how many more years do you think you can handle until you get bored?”

* “Another 20? Let’s say 50 for good measure- then what?”

* You feel like a cold finger runs down your spine, your hair standing on end

* “I think you know exactly what” the cloaked you says, their eyes are serious now as they look at you

* “You need to finish what you started-“

* Finish what? What are they talking about? What did you start?

* Noticing your confusion they sigh

* “You need to stop focusing so much on what happened in the story, and start thinking about what happened after the story”

* After the story?

* Like after Edward and Bella had Their baby?

* “Now wake up”

* The words echo in your head until you fly upright, breathing hard as you take in the space around you

* For a second you’re not sure where you are

* This is your room, at the Cullen’s house in Forks

* You’re fine

* You’re safe

* You try to regulate your breathing, attempting to calm your mind with it

* It was just a nightmare. Not that you ever remember falling asleep to begin with

* “I didn’t think I could fall asleep anymore” you whisper

* You pretend to sleep, because it feels good. But you’ve never lost yourself like that before

* It felt so real

* “Finish what I started? And then after the story-“ You feel the hair on the back of your neck stand on end

* There was something- something you had tried a long, long time ago-

* Back when you still lived in Denali

* An idea you had come across once- after Edward told you how painful it was for him to turn

* But how would you even go about proving something like that?

* And what’s what might have happened after the book series got to do with any of this?

* You sigh, your head in your arms. It was just a dream wasn’t it? A nightmare from your insecurities?

* If you just whispered his name, Edward would be beside you, whispering sweet nothings into your ear, erasing all your worries

* “ Unless you can snap out of that lovesick dream of yours and finish what you started, this is the future that’s waiting for you”

* You gulp

* You don’t need Edward to coddle you through every little nightmare, you decide

* Turning in your bed, closing you eyes and hoping to dream a more pleasant dream this time But you don’t dream at all, tossing and turning until light filters in through the blinds

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[luimagines]

RQ: He’s upset and needs comforting

Masterlist

Ya'll want angst? Because I have some angst.

Very hurt/comfort

Set platonically and within the group since there was no specification. Hope that’s ok! Sorry it took awhile, it got away from me again. I think this may be a trend.

Scenario under the cut! It’s super long so take caution!

Sky

It took a while for you to notice but eventually you do.

Sky has been acting weird all day.

It was only clipped responses at first, then it was was the lack of attention where Sky would have been the first to comment or act otherwise. What really tipped you off finally was how he seemed to be evading the whole group. Not necessarily stepping away and out of sight but he didn’t interact with anyone and when they approached him, he didn’t make eye contact, seemingly trying to cut the conversation short.

No one has said anything. 

You mention it to Twilight about his out of character behavior but he says that it maybe a bad day, or he slept wrong, or some other reason that you stopped listening to because it didn’t make any sense.

Sky was always trying to be friendly no matter his mood and it took a lot to shake him up.

What was eating at the Chosen Hero?

Soon, the uncertainty begins to eat at you too and you wait for night fall, once everyone is asleep to strike.

Strike up a conversation that is.

Sky usually takes the last watch because he’s usually the first one out regardless of what activities for the day so you strive to wake up early.

It works for the most part, your internal clock doing what you want it to do when you blink your eyes open. Part of you begins to drift off again so you sit up and nearly fall asleep that way.

A hand comes up on your back and rubs a small circle. “Nightmare?”

It’s Sky and he’s looking at you with mild concern.

You smile and shake your head. “No. I’m alright but I think I’ll stay up with you if you don’t mind.”

“I wouldn’t mind the company.” He moves out of your space and back to where he sat.

You follow, still groggy from just waking from your slumber but succeed in not stepping on any of your friends or waking them up as well with the added noise. you sit next to the Hero of the Skies with little fan fare and let the moment settle on the both of you before looking skyward.

“Can I ask you something?” You don’t look at Sky and continue star gazing even if they’re a little harder to spot as the sun travels closer for it’s shift.

Sky hums in agreement and follows your gaze upwards.

“Are you ok? You seemed a little off lately.”

Sky doesn’t say anything for the first few seconds and you suspect that maybe he didn’t hear you. With him spacing out so much and the fact that you whispered for the sake of your still sleeping friends, you’re inclined to repeat yourself but Sky answers in time.

“Just thinking a lot, I suppose. Nothing serious.”

“Yeah?” You don’t look his way. This is casual. This is friendly. This is not a big deal. “Rupee for your thoughts?”

“It’s not that interesting.”

You shrug. “Hit me with it anyway. It’s got to be something if it’s throwing you off your rocker. Maybe a new perspective will help clear some of it up?”

Sky frowns at your attempts, once again retreating into his mind. You let the offer hang in the air and let it sink in.

You’re disinclined to bring it up anymore. Your brain is still tired and you’re wondering your effectiveness when half of your thoughts are still muddled with sleep and fatigue. You could have totally slept in some more. What on earth made you think this was a good idea?

“Time mentioned something earlier that I can’t seem to let go of.” Sky begins.

You hum back and let him keep talking.

“I never fought this Ganon guy they all so talk so much about. I fought the God Demise. Before I could land the final blow, he cast a curse on me, on us, that some cycle would continue. His hatred would last forever and my blood line and Zelda’s will be cursed to deal with constant darkness caused by him.” Sky admits, looking now at his intertwined hands. “I finished him soon after that but... I wonder... Am I the cause-... Is this all my fault? Am I the reason that we’re all here right now? That everyone has gone through so much? So many thing happened that should have never occurred. Time and Legend and Wild have all suffered so much.... more than I can possibly ever imagine and it seems like it’s never ending. Everyone starts they’re adventures so young... If I had killed him sooner... If I had just got it over with... If I had just shut him up-”

“Hey.” Your hand lands on his shoulder, cutting off his tirade.  “None of this is anyone’s fault. The only people to blame are Ganon and now, this Demise guy. You did what you could. You still got the job done and no one here will ever blame you for what has happened to them or to Hyrule. You were young too... you’re still young. Give yourself a little kindness and understanding, just as you do with everyone here. You didn’t deserve it either. It’s not like you asked to fight a God.”

“Well...”

“Sky you know what I mean.”

“I should have been faster. If-”

“There’s no use in worrying about what if’s.” You shove him slightly. “This is our life. Even if you ask, no one is capable of giving you the answers. I get it. It’s hard to know if the path you took is the right one if it’s all you’ve ever known and you can’t see where the other would have lead... But... Even if horrible things happen, I’m still glad to have met you. I’m glad I met the others. I’m happy to be here with you and with them, and I’m glad that it’s not just me anymore.”

You let the words sink in before leaning down wards and trying to get him to look you in the eye. “I can’t answer your questions. But what happened, happened and the best thing we can do is learn how to play with the cards we’re dealt.”

He take a deep breath and  finally looks in your direction. “I know you’re right.” 

“Naturally.”

“But I can’t help but feel responsible for being-”

“But you’re not responsible for their pain or any of this Sky. If Ganon has anything to do with Demise then it’s all Demise’ fault. His and his only. Understand?” You stress. “I wish... I wish I could do something more to help.”

Sky places his hand over yours where you still have it on his shoulder and sends you a small smile. “I know. Me too.”

Wild

“Zelda, would you please drop it!” You hear the Champion yell, his voice carrying over the wind and somehow getting louder. “We’ve had this conversation before and it’s not the time to have it again. I have things to do excuse me.”

Wild storms into his house and shuts the door behind, blocking it with all his weight and waits for the indignant shrieking on the other side to go away. The voice ends with a frustrated huff and after a moment of silence, Wild relaxes and steps away from the door and further into the house.

You’re almost scared for the moment. You’ve not known Wild to yell, even less so for a Link to be on bad terms with Zelda no matter the universe. To make matters worse, you were the only that was actually within the house at the moment and you weren’t entirely sure how to proceed from here.

“Trouble in paradise?”

That probably wasn’t the way to go, if you were being honest with yourself.

Wild groans, loud and exaggerated and sits at the table in front of you with as much fan fair.

“Do not...call it that.” He sounds tired.

“Sorry.” You amend with an apologetic shrug. “That-” You reference to the scene outside. “-Didn’t sound ideal.”

“No. It’s not.” Wild sighs and places his face in his hands with his elbows on the table. Bad table manners, a small voice in your head pipes up. But it’s his house, so you bite your tongue.

“Can I ask what it was about?” You hesitatingly venture.

Wild takes a deep breath and slowly lets it out. “I wanted to live a simple life.” He starts. “Everything was over now, right? That was the idea I had. Defeat the evil and get to finally live as a normal man. Maybe explore more of my home and show Zelda all the cool things I’ve seen and done. Everything I knew, everything I remembered is gone and has been gone for a while. No one alive misses it. No one alive even knows about it. This is the world they were born into and they wouldn’t have it any other way. I was prepared to accept that and join them.”

Your face twists in sympathy as you nod along. “I take it that’s the issue here.”

“When I defeated Calamity Ganon and reunited with Zelda, she seemed so full of hope and purpose.” Wild continues. “I saw it in her eyes. She wanted a different thing to what I wanted.”

“And what’s that?”

Wild gives you a pained look. “Zelda wants to try and rebuild the kingdom. Make it into what she remembers it to be. She wants to strengthen relationships with the other nations and reestablish the royal family and a whole lot of other things that I cannot begin to think of how long it would both take and last considering all the damage that already been done. She wants to be Queen. And over what? Hyrule Kingdom is no more. Can’t be a Queen without a kingdom to rule and there’s not a lot of Hylians left that would agree to being ruled over or even enough of them to count as a kingdom to begin with.”

“I suppose it’s not a bad goal to have but you do make a point.” You try and add to the conversation, feeling wildly out of your depth. “Does she know that you-”

“Yes. And she thinks I’m crazy for it. She thinks that I’ve given up on my friends and the past and the future and- uugghhh.” Wild leaned forward and slams his head on the table with enough force to make you jump.

“That look like it hurt.”

“I’ve had worse.”

“I believe you.” A small smile covers your face.

A beat passes before Wild continues to talk with his head still on top of the table. “I don’t think she realizes that I’ve changed after everything. Maybe if I had my memories to begin with, or maybe if I had managed to defeat Calamity Ganon sooner, I’d be more inclined to agree with her, but I’ve experienced so much and done so much that I don’t want to go back to how things were. I’m a different man now.” Wild looks up at you. “She’s different too but I don’t think she’s ready for that conversation.” 

“So you’re stuck with this one?”

“Yes.”

“That sucks man.” You shift in your seat. “Anything I can do to help?”

“Not if you can change the past.” He pouts.

“Shame. I’m fresh out of past changing wishing powder.”

“That’s not a thing.” He pouts even more.

You chuckle at the display before sobering up ever so slightly. “Do you want me to talk to her?”

“What good will that do?”

“Maybe a third person party has to step in. It could be that it’s because you’re the one who saying that she isn’t listening.” You shrug. “I think you’re right but I’m willing to give her chance to tell her side of the story while you cool down in here. I can be a distraction so you can sneak out quietly and she won’t know you’re here anymore! It’s a win win! And maybe you guys can come to an agreement when you both see each other again with new perspectives.”

Wild gives you another tired look and leans into his hand. “I doubt it would work. Zelda is incredibly stubborn, one of the most stubborn people I’ve ever met. But if you think it would help, I won’t stop you. I’ve run out of arguments and I’m done hearing hers.”

“Ok.” You say getting up and moving around the table. “I think it’s worth a shot. There’s a saying where I’m from that goes, ‘it’ll all be alright in the end, and if it’s not alright, then it’s not the end.’”

You give Wild a hug around his shoulder and squeeze him tight. “I have faith that you’ll pull through and get to live peacefully, but until then, you’ve got us on your side ok?”

He leans in your direction and wraps his arms around your own. “I know. I figured as much.”

“Good man.”

“I’m definitely sneaking out of here though.”

“That’s fair. Go hide.”

“I will... And thanks for listening to me. I didn’t mean to go off like that.”

“That’s what I’m here for.”

Four

"I'm sorry, what?" Four snaps his head up to stare at the Champion.

"What?" Wild tilts his head. "What? There's no stuff in the grass in my Hyrule. Just crickets and lizards...you know normal stuff. I don't know why there's tools and rupees in all of yours."

"You don't-" Four cut himself off with a click of his teeth, a piece in his mind clicking into place. He stands suddenly, clearly upset and tense as he processes the information.

"Four?" You call out to him but he doesn't respond to you, nor does he look back.

"Four!" Hyrule calls as well. "Where are you going?"

No reply.

"I'll go with him. Just in case." You stand up in a rush and nearly knock over the equipment at your feet in the process. "Don't wait up for us."

You follow him.

Four is fast and quiet and it takes very little time to lose him- or rather, for him to lose you.

Before you knew it, there's no trace of him and there's nothing within the forest that would give you a hint to his whereabouts.

"Great." You hiss and look around.

Nothing.

"Four!" If he won't show himself, you'll just have to make some noise. "Four! Four! Show me a sign so I know you're not dead!"

You wait.

"Don't make me get Wolfie!"

Nothing.

"Four!" You scream a little louder and begin to run. Now that you've said it out loud, despite being a joke in the beginning, the thought of Four being dead somewhere spikes your panic and anxiety and it fuels your quest.

It's only been a few minutes and Four can handle himself just fine but you don't think about that.

"FOUR!"

"Why are you screaming?" A voice come just beyond you.

You sprint toward it and find Four in a small clearing, crouched down and appearing to hold something in the palm of his hand.

"I was calling you." You don't know how you find it in you scold him. "A response would have been nice."

"Sorry." He shrugs. "I was having a conversation, it would be rude to drop it."

You get on your tip toes to look around him and find nothing. "With... With what?"

Four looks down into his hand and places it, ever so gently, on the ground, pausing and standing up to see you. "You can't see them?"

"See who?" You step over to him. "Four? Are you ok?"

His face twists in annoyance before sighing. "I'm fine."

"No offence, but I doubt that."

"It... a group of creatures that can only be seen by good children. They were important on my quests and have helped me greatly. Children usually stop seeing them around the time when they turn sixteen."

"Would it be easy for me to chalk it all up to magic?" You bit your lip.

"Probably. If it'll help you sleep at night." Four sighs and looks down to the ground, a small smile on his lips before it twists into a painfully and... he looks seconds from crying.

"I did so much to help them... and they helped me.... They leave gifts in the grass to help travelers and us heroes alike and yet... Wild says it doesn't happen anymore..." Four gulps and looks away from you and what ever is by his foot. "They wouldn't stop.... They're incredibly kind and hospitable and... There's no reason for them... Why are they gone?"

"Four." You reach out and place a hand on his shoulder.

"What happens to them?" His Adam's apple bobs a bit as he sucks in a breath. "It just means there was no one to help them."

"Oh Four." You pull him into a hug and nearly crush him with it.

"There's nothing I can do to help them, is there?" He sniffles into your chest.

"No, I... I don't think so Four. Not that far out into the future." You shake your head and begin to rub circles on his back.

You don't think he's crying but he might be fighting it because he does begin shaking.

He doesn't say anything else and you're loath to let him go when he's so emotionally charged. So you hold him. You hold him for as long as he needs and you wait for him to pull away first.

When he does, you keep your hands on his shoulders and he stays within your reach. Four begins to take deep calming breaths with his eyes closed and you instinctually run your hands through his bangs and push some of the loose hairs from his face.

Minutes continue to pass and the sounds of nature around you fill the void.

"I'm sorry." You say. "I wish I could help you but I don't know how."

Four nods and rubs his eyes. "I don't doubt that. Thank you. I'll be ok."

You don't think he's ready to go back to the group just yet, not after all that. "Tell me more about these friends of yours. How did they help you? How did you help them? What are they exactly?"

It earns you a small laugh and he grins up at you with a watery smile. "Sit down. And let me tell you about the Picori."

Twilight

“You almost died and for what?!” Twilight screams at Wild for the umpteenth time.

It startles you to hear his voice reach such volumes but you’re inclined to agree with him this time around. After Wild’s stunt with taking a hit to the head for Wind, you’d been on the look out for his more... self sacrificing behavior. You knew he wouldn’t think twice to do it and you tried to make it so there wouldn’t even be a chance for him to make such a decision.

This time though, in this last fight, you took your eyes off of him for only a moment and that’s when he broke his streak of uneventful fights. 

Twilight, of course, is livid and has no regard for the poor creatures of the forest that have to endure his tirade as he unleashes his concern and worry in the form of rage and over exaggerated gestures.

When Hyrule finishes healing your more minor wounds, you slink away from the soon to be screaming match since Wild is very much still conscious, if a little roughed up. You don’t intended to stray as far as you go but you don’t find it in yourself to care for the time being.

Being around so many people for so long is taxing. You make the executive decision to remove yourself for the time being while tensions are high, to both cool off and to avoid getting hit in the crossfire.

There’s a small creek nearby, you find, and decide to make a small space for yourself there until dinner comes rolling around. The birds and the babbling waters calm your soul and snuffle out the last of the adrenaline. You don’t know how long you sit there, but you can faintly hear the screaming match in the distance that you dipped out of.

You don’t regret it.

More time passes and you find that you may or may not have taken a small nap in the meantime. If the position of the sun is anything to go by.

Despite the pain in your back from sleeping against a tree, the slight ache in your neck from the angle you slept in, you feel better. Clearer, even.

You hope your absence wasn’t entirely noticed but you can’t seem to regret leaving either.

Footsteps creep closer to you and you huddle into a small ball out of habit to avoid detection.

It’s Twilight.

He walks near the creek and takes a heavy seat next to it. He looks both pale or red faced at the same time but exhaustion is laced in his entire body from what you can tell.

He doesn’t notice you.

You uncurl and set your legs out in front of you. Leaning forward a little, as quietly as you can, you see that he’s upset. It doesn’t surprise you. But seeing as you don’t how to deal with an upset Twilight and you can’t really sneak away without crossing his line of sight or making any miniscule noise, you still yourself and wait.

And wait.

And wait.

Twilight calls your name. Quietly and hollow- like he’s not all there. Or in the way one would talk to a memory.

It’s immediately unsettling. Both in how he sounds and how he knew you were there without you doing anything. But you suppose Twilight can just sense things like that from times to time. It’s certainly not the first time he’s done it.

“I’m here.” You reply.

“How long?”

“A few hours I think. Longer than you were here that’s for sure.” You shrug and slowly crawl out of your hidey hole. “I think I fell asleep....The sun wasn’t over there when I first got here.”

Twilights hums in what you think is agreement but it’s really only a sound. “It’s a nice spot.”

You smile. It’s tense and little fake, but he’s not looking at you so you don’t care for authenticity. “Good thing it’s big enough for the both of us huh?”

“Yeah.” He looked into the distance again, noting that the sun is beginning to set and takes a deep breath. “Do you ever feel a strange sadness as dusk falls?”

“Can’t say that I have.” You move closer to him, aiming to sit by his side. “I’ve always enjoyed sun sets and I find them calming to watch but hearing someone finding them sad is a new one. Do you feel sad as dusk falls?”

He hums again. “They say it’s the only time their world interacts with ours.”

“Whos?”

“Lingering spirits I suppose...” Twilight tilts his head upwards before twisting it to look at you. “It’s nothing. I’m just reminiscing about my life before my adventure is all. My... father told me those words and I haven’t forgotten them since.”

You hum this time and lean back to mirror him. “Wanna tell me why?”

“That Champion reminds me so much of myself and yet... he’s ten times worse.” Twilight falls backwards with a soft thump. “I know why he does it but I...”

“You care about him and don’t want to see him hurt.” You shrug. “It’s not exactly a new concept.”

“Tell that to him.”

“Maybe I will. He gets just as upset as you do when this happens, you know.” You shift your weight to make it easier to stand up later.

“Does he? You’d think that he’d get the point to stop doing then.” He growls.

“Maybe he’s scared of losing more friends.” You blurt before you can stop yourself. That was something Wild told you in confidence and while he didn’t say you couldn’t tell anyone- that was kinda implied.

Twilight stills for a moment, the fight leaving him again in a single breath as he considers your words. They don’t seem to be new news to him.

Wild is pretty close to Twilight...Maybe he already knew.

“I still think I’m entitled to not like it.” He settles.

“It’s not he’s asking you to be ok with it. I know I’m not.” 

“I guess that’s fair then.” Twilight sits up again and stands up in one fluid motion that you envy. With a turn on his heel, he holds his hand out to you to take.

You take it and feel him effortlessly lift you off of the ground with that one hand.

You don’t comment on it.

“Come on.” He says. “I’m going to need you for moral support.”

“Why?”

“If I yelled in front of him of the whole group, I should apologize to him in front of the whole group.” He admits and wraps his arm around your shoulders. “But I might need an excuse to get close to him again after all the things I’ve said.”

“I get your desert and you’ve got yourself a deal. I left to not get involved and here you are... involving me.” You tease. “I demand payment.”

“One desert? I can do that.”

Hyrule

“I can’t do this.” You snap your head to the sound of the voice and see Hyrule with his arms cross and shaking.

“What? What’s happening? Hyrule?” You step closer to him as you’re the only one within arms reach. “What do I need to do? How can I help?”

“There’s nothing. Nothing you can do, that can make this better.” Hyrule takes one ground step before throwing his arms down. “Don’t you see them? With all their tools and experience and then there’s- me. Just me. Some magic later and a old man with a sword and I found myself trying to save my princess and defeat some evil, but these guys...”

You look around, trying to see if Legend or Sky are close enough to give you back up, or better yet, take over. You suppose it’s better than a panic attack but it’s so left field that you’re stunned and floundering to catch this hot potato of a conversation.

He keep talking.

“For all that is good and holy, they are heroes. Do you see them? Some of them have training, and families and skills and I....was just a boy in a grave yard. How can I even compete with them? I don’t, that’s how. But how can they consider me an equal? When I was in town and listened to the elders and their stories, they would tell me of a legendary hero from the past who courageously defended our home until the very end and who was virtually undefeated in all his adventures. And then I meet Legend....and he’s so much cooler than all those stories combined.”

“Link.” You call out to him and back to the real world. “You need to slow down for me honey because you’re too fast for me to keep up. What do you mean how can they see you as an equal? You defeated Ganon just as they did. You stood up for your home just as they did. You did it all on your own just as they did. Why wouldn’t they consider you an equal? No one cares about where you’re from, if that’s what you’re concerned about.”

“But they can do so many things even without the sword!” He exclaims. “They all have a place to go to, a person who cares about them, a title or a skill and a world that’s not on the brink of collapse-”

“Ok, whoa, hey.” You step into his space and take his face into your hands, bringing it up for him to look you in the eyes.

“I have no idea what brought this up but I won’t stand for anyone talking bad about you. And that includes you. We... can talk about your home with clearer heads later, ok? Maybe the others can help with that when we get there, yeah? And well....” You’re sinking. You don’t know what to do with all this information and you have even less of an idea about how to address it.

“Good golly, when it rains, it pours with you lot, doesn’t it?” You hiss under your breath and bite the bullet. With a strong grip, you wrap your arms around the Traveler and pull him close. You try to keep your grip strong without fear of hurting him, but it hits you then how thin he is. How light he actually is. You can feel the hint of armor under his tunic and it does little to quell your fears.

“Clearly there’s a lot on your mind. And... I’m probably not the person to help you through this. If you want to talk about not belonging though, I’m free to listen. I’m the only one here who’s not a Link, if you haven’t noticed.” You try to joke but it falls a little flat. “You though... You belong here with all of us... all of them... And if you need more convincing then I’m bringing this up with Legend who’s is over the moon proud of you and what you can do and he told me himself that he couldn’t be happier to have you as his successor-”

“Really?”

“Not in those exact words admittedly,-” You gulp as the word vomit continues to bubble out of you in waves of panic. “-but I know that’s what he meant because he doesn’t stop talking about how cool you are.”

“Hm.”

“And everyone has a different background, ok? Everyone has skills and people that the others don’t have. That’s ok. It’s not a competition. I get worried that one day you guys are going to create some game out of all your trauma. Like... who had it worse and just go around in a circle listing off all the things that happened to each of you... Whoever runs out of things to say or can’t think of something as bad or worse than the others is out. Last man standing wins.”

“Don’t give them ideas.” You feel him chuckle. It’s breathless and small and it doesn’t reach your ears despite your closeness but you feel it.

“Good thing it’s just you and me right now.” You sigh a little in relief and loosen the hug. “Look, just.....whatever you think you can’t do, just know that there is someone who is confidently doing it wrong right now. In the group or not, just keep your eyes and watch. They don’t plan on doing it better either and people are celebrating them for it. Please believe in your own excellence as much as they believe in their mediocrity.”

“Big words.”

“You’re awesome for trying. Others are not and don’t plan to. You’re already better than them.” You amend, stepping away to look him in the eye again. “The group can’t do magic like you can. That’s all you. They all have items sure but no one can do what you do... and you’re self taught, right? That’s incredible! You have just as much as a reason to be here as the others. I swear it.”

Hyrule sighs and gulps. He doesn’t believe you. It’s not enough.

You knew it wouldn’t be and it’s definitely doesn’t scratch the tip of the iceberg of the bomb he just dropped on you but... step by step. Little by little. you have a plan.

“Screw it. Let’s catch up with Wind and Warrior and get them to tell you how awesome you are, since you won’t listen to me. And if you’re still a nonbeliever then we move on to the next pair. We’ll go down the line if we have to.” You nod and grab his hand, beginning to drag him along.

He laughs after you, a little hysterical and in disbelief. “You’re crazy.”

“That is not new information.” You reply, hiding your grin. “I say it’s Hyrule loving hours and I’m gonna get everyone to join.”

“You’re not joking are you.” It’s a statement. He already knows the answer.

“Nope!”

Legend

It was your turn on watch for the night. In an hour or two you were supposed to wake the Veteran for his shift and finally catch some sleep.

The others snored and slept away without a care in the world. It was just you and cackling fire that was active but you’d kill for something to help your mind get passed the boredom.

Anything but monsters or an attack that is. You’d hate to jinx your good luck so far.

In the corner of your eye, while fighting to keep your head up, you see Legend shift. Not necessarily unusual. You’re inclined to ignore it.

But then he shifts again, whimpering like he’s been hurt and a white knuckled grip on the blanket.

You still and begin to wonder what’s your level of care here.

Part of you, in kindness, wants to go wake him. The lack of sleep seems more merciful than letting him suffer a prison of his own making.

But you also don’t know how he’ll react.

You know he’d hate to be seen as weak for whatever normal reason and he’s been inclined to wake up swinging in the right circumstance.

Twilight suffered a broken nose for the whole night because he was disinclined to wake up Hyrule or take a potion.

Not you’d make the same decision and suffer the whole night in the same manner but it certainly fails to sound appealing.

Just as your about to appeal to your better nature and force yourself to go wake him before it gets worse, he shoots up into a sitting position with a strangled scream. The job seems to have been done for you- but in the worse way.

He’s breathing hard with his hand gripping his chest. Legend begins to frantically look around and slowly begins to piece together where he is and what’s happened. He never looks behind him, where you are, before running a hand through his hair a little harder than you think reasonable and getting to his feet.

You cough slightly, leaning away from the fire and back into previous position. You hadn’t realized you leaned into his direction as you watched him, inches from putting your face into the flame.

He startles at the sound and whips around, one hand poised to reach the sword he’s not equipped with.

“It’s just me.” You wave. “Sorry. Didn’t mean to scare you.”

He calms somewhat and you can see his jaw flex. “Well, goodnight to you.”

His voice is croaked- from disuse or an overwhelming emotion, you’re not sure.

“For me maybe. But you? That was quite a scare you gave me as well.” You play it off. You can at least pretend that you weren’t watching him. That you would have saved him a little earlier and took your sweet time doing it. You offer a peace offering to your morals. “Want to talk about it?”

“What’s there to talk about?” He snaps, furiously rubbing his face. “It’s nothing new. We all deal with it one way or another.”

“True. But it’ll be easier to let it go, and let the experience float up into the air and never return. Otherwise it’ll fester and grow.” You shrug. “But I won’t force you. I know you’re not exactly fond of me.”

Legend glares into the fire as you talk and refuses to look at you. Once you finish though, he moves his head away, still not in your direction but visually drops more tension from his shoulders.

He doesn’t say anything.

“There’s a spot next to me with your name on it if you want it.” You offer. “A little company wouldn’t hurt.”

He takes more time to respond and you resolve to go back to staring at the fire.

A moment or two passes and you hear the faint sound of crunched foliage. It takes of your will power to not look up as he approaches and even more so when he decidedly sits next to you.

The fabric of his tunic brushes your leg for a minute and it strikes you odd that he sat that close despite the rest of the log at his disposal.

It must have been bad if he wants to be close to someone right after. The thought enters your mind. Once it’s there you don’t chase it away and instead casually lean back with your hand behind you.

If the angle causes you to lean closer to him in the process, you don’t say anything. 

And if Legend notices, he doesn’t say anything either.

A moment of time passes in silence, the only sounds through the whole forest are crickets and a passing owl with the occasional whisper through the trees.

“How do you do it?” He asks.

“Do what?” You tilt your head in his direction.

He’s still not looking at you.

“Keep going.”

The answer shocks momentarily but you’re not surprised that it’s coming from him out of the whole group. “Legend-”

“I’m tired.” He says instead. “I hate this. I hate that sword. I hate that pig demon. I hate that I can’t be done.”

You hand comes up to his shoulder and you force him to look at you. 

He lets you and he looks up to you with tears building up in his eyes and for a moment you’re struck by the odd balance of how old he sounds but how young he looks- is.

You stuck floundering for a response to answer him with but he asks one more thing. “Why can’t I be done?”

You pull him into a hug before you can stop yourself. “I don’t know. I don’t know Link.”

You find yourself wanting to cry as well once Legend collapses into the hug. He’s not hugging you back but he’s being held for the first time in... you don’t know how long. Your grip tightens.

“But I do know is that you’re not alone. Not anymore. And maybe....maybe this is the final fight. That’s why we’re all together right? A darkness so evil ahead that every hero is required and then....rest. For each and every one of you.”

You sniffle, carding your fingers through his hair without a moments hesitation. “If it’s not then I’ll fight everything for you from then on. I’ll take your place you hear me. I’ll take your job and title and you won’t have to do this anymore.”

“I’m the Hero of Legend. That’s not exactly an easy thing-”

“No. I am the hero now. I’ve decided it.” You hide the tears in his hair to the best of your ability.

Legend snorted, loud and wet but you elected to ignore it just as you were ignoring the ever growing wet spot on your shoulder. “I don’t think that’s how it works.”

“It does now. I said so.”

A beat.

“...Ok.” He sniffled and rubbed his head on your shirt. He took a deep breath and exhaled, letting the night take over the atmosphere again. “Thanks.”

“Anytime.”

“Don’t tell anyone.”

“I won’t tell anyone.”

He nods once, definitive and final. Your expecting him to let go now and return to his roll, already electing to take over his shift as well and just push through the next day.

Except he doesn’t.

Legend calls your name, testing the waters and lifts his head up ever so slightly. “...It’s not that I’m... not... fond of you-”

“Save it for a rainy day.” You grin. “I think you’ve had your fill of emotions for the night.”

He nods and eventually slips into sleep with his head on your chest, no doubt lulled by your heartbeat.

With tearful eyes, you stare back into the fire.

Time

Time marched from the stunned group the same way a parent does after making a scathing remark instead of a lecture.

You know the one. 

“I’m not mad. Just disappointed.”

The poor boys suddenly didn’t know what to so with themselves or how to get back into Time’s good graces.

You felt for them and their awkward meandering through the camp. So, with your pride swallowed, you follow in the vague direction where Time went off to and decided to at least talk him down.

He is... decidedly harder to find than you previous imagined.

Just as your starting to think the Old Man doesn’t want to be found, you hear subtle swing. It’s to your left and it sounds heavy.

So naturally you follow it

Which leads you to a small clearing just beyond a bunch of bushes.

Time is there, full armor still on and swinging his giant sword forcefully, each swing stronger than the last. It’s as if it weighs only as much as Four. You’ve wondered in the past what it would like if he decided to actually throw the smallest ones of the group but out of fear, do not voice your ideas.

Just because Time won’t doesn’t mean that the others won’t try.

It’s hard being the responsible one when there are nine Links to take care of, each as much as a gremlin as the last. It must be hell on Time’s back to carry the group.

You see where he’s coming from and yet...

“You can stand to be a little more patient with them.” 

The words are out of your mouth before you can actually stop them.

Time stops abruptly, in both the figurative and literal sense, before the man turns to you with that same face of neutral disappointment.

“They are heroes.”

“They are also children, Time. I think that it’s because they are heroes that they deserve to act their age every now and then.”

“Slacking won’t divert the evil away from our home.”

“Running face first into the problem won’t solve it either.” You sigh and walk up the man. He tenses as you approach and slowly lets his weapon down. The Hero of Time is an intimidating creature but you refuse to let that dissuade you.

“Look, I know why you’re upset. I get it. It’s hard to get a job done when you feel like you’re the only one it’s important to... But have a little faith in our group. Please.” You plead and stop right in front of him. You have to look up at him slightly due to the angle but he was forced to acknowledge you here.

His arms cross and he opens his mouth to respond but you cut him off.

“You’re right, they are heroes and there is a job to be done and an evil to be done away with. But they were even younger when they earned the title. They still vanquished the darkness even for their age. You have to trust that they will do the same here.” You reach up and put your hands on his shoulders, getting onto your tip toes to look him in the eye better. “And they will. Because they are heroes. Because they have the spirit of courage. Because they are Link... Just like you.”

He softens his stance ever so slightly but he still doesn’t look pleased.

“It’s not easy I know.” You get down again. “But they look up to you. I think all of them do. And I can’t stand to see how hurt they look when you get upset when they act their age. It’s not like they can help it.”

He takes a deep breath and uncrossed his arms. He takes a minute to respond. Time stared at you intensely before he drops all the tension in his body and finally lets his weapon go. A single hand comes up to pat your head. 

“Let’s head back to camp.”

He says nothing else and continues to walk past you and back the way you came.

You don’t ignore the sense of accomplishment and refuse to dampen it when you catch the tiniest slivers of a smile before he turns away from you completely.

Wind

You’re lying peacefully on the dirt when you hear someone sit beside you with more power than would ever be needed.

You don’t open your eyes for the sake of the other person, not really thinking much of it and even forgetting that they were there until you heard the smallest of sniffles.

Now, you’re sitting straight up with wide and concerned eyes locking directly onto the crying form of your beloved pirate. 

It’s hard not to feel for him and while you’re not sure what sprung this up, you don’t have it in you to turn him away, or to ignore that he was upset.

Neither of you say anything and you’re almost afraid it make the picture in front of you a little too real.

Instead, you move yourself closer to him and open up your arms.

Wind doesn’t hesitate to throw himself onto you and let his body sag with unwanted emotion.

As sobs silently rack his body, you begin to feel yourself rock back and forth for both his comfort and yours. Soon you start running your hands through his hair and rub small circles on his back. 

He cries for a long time and never once gives you a clue why.

You don’t ask either.

Still, once the moment has passed, you continue to hold onto him. He doesn’t make any moves to let go of you any time soon and you’re happy to be there for as long as he’ll let you.

That doesn’t stifle your concern over the cause but you’re loath to bring it up.

Minutes pass with the boy in your arms and it’s only when you shift positions, does he look up at your face. His eyes aren’t as red anymore with the amount of time that’s passes since he’s stopped crying but his face is still a little puffy and his cheeks are both stained in tears and incredibly red.

A small smile creeps onto your face when you look back at him. “Feel better?”

“A little.” He admits and sniffles the last of the tears away, wiping his face with his sleeve. “Thanks.”

“For you? Anytime.”

Warrior

It struck you as odd that it was dinner time the group seemed to be missing someone.

Earlier that day the group had split up to take down some troublesome monsters on the border of some tiny town defenseless town and that was that.

It didn’t seem like big deal nor was it a particularly hard thing to do. The monsters weren’t infected and they didn’t have numbers on their side so your group took care of the pests in a matter of moments.

And yet, when everyone regrouped there was a visible tension.

Some thing had happened on the other side of the fight and no one wanted to fess up, even less so when Time mentioned it.

It worried you.

Now, as it stood the tension was still there but Warrior didn’t want to come out of the wood work.  He had left earlier claiming to need to check up on his appearance and no one had questioned him. No one offered to go with him.

It was always dangerous to go alone.

“Hey, has anyone seen Warrior?” You glance around again, hoping it was just a miscount on your part. “It’s been awhile since he left.”

“He takes his sweet time.” Legend snapped. “And you know how narcissistic he is. He’s probably trying to get every single little hair in the right place and working out every little blemish in his stupid uniform-”

“I’m going to look to him.” You stand, placing your cooling food down by your foot. You don’t know what happened or what caused it but at least an idea begins to form. “It’s been too long regardless. Keep my food warm for me, yeah?”

You don’t wait for a response and walk away into the tree line where you think Warrior might be.

“It’s getting dark. Be careful.” Someone calls from behind you, mouth clearly full of food.

“Yes sir.” You reply.

You march on.

When you’re sure you’re far enough away, you begin to call out to Warrior.

It takes a minute to get any results but you’re starting to worry about your friend. The sun is lowering in the horizon as time goes by and you’re beginning to feel silly and frustrated and-

“I’m here.” A tired voice replies.

“Oh thank goodness.” You cross the distance between you two. “I was really starting to worry.”

Warrior puts on a brave face and a small smile that doesn’t reach his eyes greets you when you stop in front of him. His look a little puffy and you think his eyes might be a little red but it easily be the lighting- or lack there of.

“Are you ok?”

“Obviously.”

You doubt him and it must have shown on your face because he immediately begins walking away. “Well look at the time. Crazy how fast the sun goes. Let’s get back to the group and eat. I’m starving-”

You grab his wrist as he pasts you and get a good look at him. “Are you ready to go back to the group? They can wait a little longer if you want them too.”

It irritated you that it’s come to this. How no one went to check on him. How no one offered to go with you. How no one seemed bothered by this. How long that he was alone dealing with something that’s been bothering him. How it took you so long to do something.  

“No. It’s fine.” He says. Lying. It must have really bothered him, usually he’s better than this. “It’s about time to head back anyway.”

“They can wait.” Your grip tightens. “The sun can wait. We’re not obligated to be there. What’s wrong? ...If you want to talk about it that is...” You trail off uselessly. It only occurred to you that near the end that he may not even speak about with you. You weren’t the closest in terms of grouping but you can’t stand the thought of someone hurting alone.

“I’m fin-”

“You look like you were crying.” You cut him off. “If you don’t want to talk about it with me, that’s fine, just say it. But you might need more time before you head back anyway if you actually want them to believe you when you say you’re fine.”

He sighs and runs his hand through his hair.

“Warrior?”

“Nothing. It’s nothing.”

“If it bothers you then it’s not nothing.”  You push. “But....fine. I won’t force you to talk to me. I just wanted to see if you were ok... You’re not but it’s better than seeing you bleeding I suppose.” You grit your teeth, annoyed by the lack of results. You did tell him that he didn’t have to talk to you and you don’t hurt him further but part of you wants to fix this. Even if you don’t know what it is, your heart calls for justice at his pain.

But he is unwilling.

“Camp is this way by the way.” You mention, looking at the ground. “You were actually farther away than I thought, so it’s a bit of a walk.”

“I just think it’s easier for people when I’m not around.”

You still and slowly turn to face him. 

He’s looking at the ground as well, unable to say it and look you in the eye. It’s not what you were expecting and you’re not sure how to follow after that.

It’s a rare moment of vulnerability for him- even rarer that he’s showing it to you and you don’t want to squander the show of trust.

“Back home...there was a lot of... attention on me. A lot of blame... for starting the war. Or at least being the cause of it.” He admits, scuffing his shoe against the dirt. A little bit kicks up and sticks to the toe. He does nothing about it. “People listened to what I had to say because I was some destined hero. At first I didn’t think anything of it because I had thought it was one big mistake and sooner or later people were going to see that I was just some soldier not worth the time of day. It happened to be pure luck that Impa got it right when she gave me this uniform. Zelda made me a captain because of it and suddenly I had all of these men I had to give orders to. And if anything failed or if we lost, it would all have fallen on me. The blame, the guilt, the responsibility of the war...and then we found out why Cia was even opening these portals to begin with-”

You hug him.

“Please don’t cry.” You say into his chest. Your throat is tight and it a little hard to breath but you power through. “I’m not good at this. I never have been.”

“I’m not going to cry. It’s not worth crying.”

“I’ll cry for you then.” You admit and hug him tighter. “I’m sorry.”

“Don’t be sorry. It was no ones fault.” Warrior hugs you back and rests his head on top of yours. His voice seems a little tight too and you’re sorry for all the things that he must have gone through. 

You hug him for as long as you deem appropriate before letting your arms go lack and stepping away.

Or... at least you try to.

Warrior suddenly has a grip on you and refuses to let you leave.

“Please... Just stay a little longer.”

You do.

#linked universe #linkeduniverse #linked universe x reader #I had no idea where exactly to go with this one #believe it or not I wrote Legends first. #I didn't know it would get as long as it did #are these a bit generic? #yes. #warrior's is also very long #sorry not sorry #should I have split this one? #probably. #did I? #no. #it took days ya'll #next time I'll split it again

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Collision - Chapter 2

Word Count: 1,477

Characters: Female Reader Uley Character, Sam Uley, Allison Uley, Charlie Swan, Bella Swan, Seth Clearwater, Billy Black, Jacob Black, Emily Young, Paul Lahote, Harry and Sue Clearwater, Leah Clearwater

Story Description: (Y/N) Uley is back home after being away for four years. Her life at it’s first standstill and she is taking this time to find out who she is without school. But she never thought that coming back to the reservation would turn her whole life around. In the midst of secrets and mystery, a man crashes into (Y/N)’s and her life will never be the same.

*DISCLAIMER* I do not own in any way Twilight, all credits of the pre-established characters, script, and storyline belong to Stephanie Meyer and Summit Entertainment. The only thing I own is Uley Reader insert, any upcoming characters, and her storyline, as well as her effects in the others’ story line.

Chapter: 2/?

A/N: There’s no Cullen’s in the first chapter, we’ll see them soon though. Also, Esme is in the story but her and Carlisle are not together romantically. If you enjoy my writing I’ll also be posting them in AO3 and Wattpad along with other stories (I also hope to start taking requests if ya’ll want) Hope you enjoy and all constructive criticism is encouraged.

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Chapter 2

The next day she awoke at half past ten. She looked at her bedside clock flustered, knowing she had wasted almost all morning. She could smell breakfast already prepared and her mother downstairs doing some light cleaning.

She hurried into the bathroom and took a small time to finish her morning routine, flying down the stairs. Allison laughed as she noticed her daughter stumbling with hurry down the stairs, clearly heading to the door.

“Eat some breakfast before you go, darling!” Allison shouted as she swept the floor of the dining room.

“I’ll just get some on the way,” (Y/N) said as she put her jacket on, seeing in the distance dark clouds adorning the sky.

“I made you a sandwich so you can take it with you and a travel mug filled with coffee.”

“Thanks, mom. You’re the best,” (Y/N) kissed her mother’s cheek and grabbed the food from her hands.

“And be careful on the streets, the tires haven’t been changed on the truck and the roads are supposed to be very slippery today.” Allison called out to the girl who was almost completely out of the door.

(Y/N) barely heard her mother’s warning as she jogged up to the truck parked on the driveway. There was a sandwich hanging from her mouth as she backed up and sped to the main road. It was quite a long ride to Port Angeles, and she wanted to be back before dark. She spent the ninety-minute drive listening to background music and noticing how the sky changed from blue to dark grey to a lighter grey as she passed and left Forks. She rarely visited the neighboring town, listening to the stories by the elders gave her enough reason not to. Unlike most of her friends and even her own brother, she believed the string of words that they sewed. There were so many things that were unexplained in the universe that it would be ignorant of her to not believe that the supernatural could exist. Although, the past four years she had started to disregard the tales as made up stories, not being able to prove that they were veracious.

Once she arrived, she parked in front of an antique store and started perusing through the various stores in the strip mall. Before she knew it, five hours had passed. Her feet were sore from walking back and forth, her arms were read from all the bags she had carried, and her head was hurting from a lack of food. It was already five in the afternoon and (Y/N) was ready to go home. She got back into the truck and started her drive back home. An hour into the drive the sky darkened more than it should’ve, and heavy rain cascaded from the clouds. Her vision was impaired from the thick droplets and her heart was beating hard, scared of what could jump out in the darkness.

(Y/N)’s worries were confirmed when a deer jumped onto the street and had her swerve the truck. The car spun for some seconds and slid off the road, crashing into a tree. The girl’s head flew forward on impact and connected with the steering wheel in front of her. Her vision blurred and her headache grew exponentially. She could hear her name being called from far away but couldn’t distinguish whose it was. As it came closer, she could finally make out the frame of the sheriff, Charlie Swan. He was speaking to her, but no words registered in her head.

Charlie moved closer to the truck and tried to open the door, but it wouldn’t budge. The sheriff reached into the open window and carefully tried to retrieve the wounded girl. She wasn’t in the right mind and in this rain an ambulance would take too long to get here. He laid (Y/N)’s head on his shoulder as she mumbled incoherent words, then reaching his arms under hers to pull her softly. He was careful not to scrape her body too much against the broken window, laying down his jacket first to cover most of it. Charlie tried his best to see amid the harsh rain, praying to whatever being was controlling the weather to stop. The blood that was gushing from (Y/N)’s forehead had washed off as soon as her head had exited the car but it didn’t stop flowing. After what felt like hours, the sheriff had the teenage girl in his arms and carried her to his cruiser. Turning his emergency lights on he sped as carefully as possible to the hospital.

He felt the ride eternal as he heard the hurt girl in the back of the car moaning in pain and noticing the shirt he’d wrapped around her forehead was soaking up too much blood. As he neared the bright lights of the hospital, he slowed the speed down as to not slam on his brakes and cause more damage to (Y/N). He carefully grabbed her limp body and entered the hospital. It seemed like the emergency room had a slow night, but he only brought trouble. 

“I need some help here!” Charlie called out, worry laced in his voice. 

“Sheriff Swan, what happened?” A nurse asked as she accompanied the team wheeling a gurney for the unconscious being in the officer’s arms. 

“This is (Y/N) Uley. She hit her head in a car accident, I assume her car swerved as she avoided an animal in the street. She’s been unconscious since I got her in my car. When I found her she was barely coherent.” 

“Okay, why don’t you wait for us in the waiting room. We’ll let you know as soon as we have some news.” The nurse smiled. 

All Charlie could do was nod and sit down for a second, later pulling out his phone to dial Allison Uley’s number. 

“Sheriff, to what do I owe this pleasure,” Allison chimed. 

“It’s not good news, Allison. (Y/N) has been in a car accident.” Charlie could feel the panicked energy coming from the other side of the phone. Close to this time last year he had gotten news that his own daughter was hurt through a phone call. “Now, Allison, I know you want to speed off to the hospital but I would advise you not to. The roads are really bad over here and we can’t have you both admitted.” 

“But I can’t leave her alone,” she sobbed. “I need to be there for my baby.” 

“I know, but she won’t be alone. I’m gonna stay here until she’s good to go and I’ll take her back to your house. Now don’t you worry, you know she’s a strong one.” 

“I know,” Allison sighed an air of defeat. “Alright, just please keep me updated on everything. Doesn’t matter how late.” 

“Will do. I’ll have my buddy pick up the truck and leave it at Billy’s.” 

“Thank you, Charlie, so much.” 

“No problem, Allison. Try to get some shuteye, it looks to be a long night.”

And a long night it was.  

Thankfully, (Y/N)’s injuries were minor and she would be able to leave as soon as she woke up. Charlie spent all night in the hospital, calling a friend to drive (Y/N)’s truck so that Jacob could see if it was worthy of repair and leaving a message for his daughter that he would not be coming home that night. The nurses were nice enough to bring the officer a blanket and some coffee as it seemed he wasn’t going to leave and come back the next morning, keeping his promise to Allison that he’d stay beside her daughter. 

Once a room was given to (Y/N), Charlie managed to catch up on a little bit of sleep on the armchair next to her bed. The girl slept even through the morning light that slipped through the window that woke the sheriff up. He updated Allison on the persistent status of her daughter. Once again, the nurses showing kindness by bringing him a cup of coffee as he waited for (Y/N)’s eyes to open.

(Y/N) was engulfed in darkness during what felt like a second. She tried fluttering her eyes open but was met with a painfully bright light and a pulsating headache that rang through her body. Her eyes closed once again to try to minimize the discomfort, to much avail. She barely remembered what event befell her to end up in this situation, but she could hear she was not alone.

“Are the lights bothering you, (Y/N)?” Sheriff Swan spoke, noticing the girl had awoken. She promptly nodded and he stood up to turn off the lights as the room door opened. “All right, they’re off now. Hello, doctor.”

She tried opening her eyes again and was met with the most radiant eye color she had ever seen.

Golden.

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Nothing but the Best

Author Notes: hello again my loves! Thank you for all your likes, reviews and specially your comments! I love it when you make questions and in general let me know what you think about the chapter. Thank you once more for all your support!

XII.

They say time heals all wounds, but there are some wounds that run so deep they refuse to stop bleeding.

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A cold September afternoon welcomed the dying rays of the sun, the incandescent amber tones of the twilight illuminated the streets of Tokyo, ever so vibrant; full of life, people, delicious food, kaleidoscopic colors, laughter, children running…. Couples holding hands.

A tall man with a blindfold walked down a heavily transited sidewalk with his hands in his pockets and a small bag of pastries hanging off the side. Slowly, he made his way further away from the more concentric streets towards a park, he found a bench near a fountain and took a seat placing his bag right next to him.

The world remained the same and yet everything seemed to have changed, the days were now long and boring, conversations with people didn’t manage to hold his attention for long; missions were repetitive. Everything seemed… dull, opaque, flavorless, empty…

Everything, except perhaps his students who were the only sliver of hope he had left. Those kids would make it far in life, they were going to change the world and he was going to be there to help them along the way. A sad smile pulls at his peachy lips. You would have liked that. After all, the kids also enjoyed your company back in the day when you were still his. It was as if you had become their adoptive mother of sorts at some point. Your nurturing nature guided you to care for others.

A year ago when Yuuji was placed under his care and tutelage at Jujutsu High it had been hard for the boy. At the time the kid had just lost his only living relative and to top it off he also consumed the most powerful curse ever known to man kind.

He had so much responsibility on his shoulders Satoru couldn’t help but make the connection with himself when he was a kid his age. That’s how Satoru decided to take him home for dinner one night; he couldn’t have been more pleased with his decision. Of course, you adored Yuuji. His sweet snd enthusiastic personality, his polite manners and naiveté made him just endearing in your eyes.

Even Megumi, who barely spoke with his more taciturn approach asked about you. Satoru didn’t know how to answer. The dark haired boy would also come and visit your home to help you prepare some foreign delicacies you loved to cook. Sighing once more he ran his hands through his white hair.

***-Flashback-***

“So where’s Y/N-san? I haven’t seen her in a long time?” Asked Megumi right after Satoru returned from New York. It caught him by surprise

“She… she doesn’t live in Japan anymore” was all he said before changing the subject. Megumi looked at him with eyes wide open but decided not to pry.

Yeah… that probably was weird. Someone asks you about your spouse and you say they moved out of the country. It was pretty obvious what that meant.

***~End Flash Back~***

Sighing he opened the small paper bag containing his mochi, he loved his desert but lately he didn’t even have the will to indulge in sweets anymore. Satoru consumed insane amounts of sugar to stimulate his brain. The problem was that during the past year all that stimulation manifested in the form of vivid memories of you. Your voice, your smell, your presence. It was as if his brain chose to take him down the path to misery, as if to rub on his face what he could never have.

As of last week you were officially not Y/N Gojo anymore. He finally signed those blasted papers giving you your freedom and his capitulation.

It had been one of the worst days of his life.

After signing the divorce Satoru went straight to the liquor store where he found that exotic apricot liquor he liked in New York and bought a bottle. Once he made it back home he proceeded to get drunk out of his mind. The next morning he woke up by the pool, laying down on a tanning chair, wearing only a pair of boxers and hugging your wedding picture.

His head was killing him, at some point he had emptied his insides in the pool. A disgusted grimace reminded him he had to hire some help to take care of the house that was an absolute disaster, faithfully reflecting the state of its owner.

That morning, nursing a hangover he swore off alcohol for the rest of his life.

But hey! On the positive side he didn’t remember at all that night! Which means he ‘probably’ didn’t think about you (yeah right! As if he was ever not thinking about you) and how much he hated the fact you were not his Y/N Gojo anymore. You were not his wife anymore…

The memory made him want to cry like a baby. He lost the person he loved the most in his life because he had been one flaming idiot.

Despite all his efforts he could not forget you. Wherever he went, whatever he did… there you were, tormenting his waking and sleeping hours like his own personal curse.

He tried to get over you. He tried to be the asshole you knew him to be. He slept with so many women he couldn’t even count. But at the end of the night, in the throes of passion it was your face that he saw, your body that he craved, your flavor that he yearned and your name the one he called out when he climaxed.

He was absolutely fucked.

Revisiting memories of the last night he saw you he couldn’t believe how stupid he had been at the time. It took him so long to realize he had always been in love with you but Satoru, being well… himself, he didn’t want to see or admit that he had been head over heels, madly in love with you. He was a cynical bastard and that had cost him dearly. He chose to lie to himself thinking that THE Gojo Satoru was above all human weaknesses… including love. What an ignorant fucker he had been.

He wondered how you were doing and if you ever thought about him.

A frown made his handsome face look stern. Well… you were not alone anymore. Suguru also had stayed back in New York with you. After Satoru returned to Japan, Ijichi told him Geto Suguru wouldn’t be working out of Japan anymore. He had requested a transfer to the Americas.

Of course he did…

It had been one of the reasons Satoru fucked so many women. In his delusional mind he was ‘getting even’ with you for sleeping with Suguru. Not that he knew for a fact you were sleeping with him or not but… I mean….

Come on! It’s mother fucking Geto Suguru we are talking about here! 6’2 of pure sculpted muscles, tattoos and bad boy looks but with a Prince Charming complex. Yeah… Satoru was green with jealousy because he knew his former best friend was a better man for you than he ever was.

Looking down at his mochi bag he realized the small item had paid the price of his anger as he uncurled his death grip from the bag. Sighing he tossed the ruined pastry in the trash can to his left.

“Miss you….” He whispered to the wind.

———–

“I’m home!” You announced walking into your apartment. Setting you bag down as well as a couple of grocery bags “did you start dinner already?” You ask pleasantly surprised although you already knew the answer to that question since all the apartment smelled fantastic. Suguru walked out of the kitchen with a big smile wearing an apron that read ‘Kiss the Cheff’ nods “yes! I figured I would give you a hand tonight!” He answered as you walked to him to wrap your arms around his waist and give him a chaste kiss on his cheek “thank you Sugu. How was your mission?” You asked deciding to set up the table while Suguru finished dinner. “Not too bad actually, it was a special grade but nothing I couldn’t deal with” you returned a bright smile “I’m glad”

Your friendship with Suguru had slowly evolved into something else. You both spent all of your free time together. Your connection was deeper than mere sexual attraction. Suguru truly understood you, cared for you, shared your dreams and hopes. He was the type of poetic soul who would stay awake with you well into the night just to talk about the stars, the book you read that week that you loved, the new music you liked. It was wholesome.

On the more carnal side you desired Suguru and he desired you but you hadn’t taken what was going on between you two further than a few passionate make-out sessions and some cuddling.

After you last saw Satoru everything became worse before it got better. Suguru had been your rock, he had been there for the sleepless nights you spent crying. Without a word he held you in his strong arms and allowed you to let go. He knew you were deeply wounded, your emotions in disarray and your mental stability in peril. But Suguru never asked anything from you, he gave you the strength to go on. To take care of yourself, to keep going with your career. To have… hope.

It seemed like a dream to think that your life had changed so much in the span of a year. You weren’t able to recognise yourself anymore. Pain and duress molded you into someone new, better, more resilient, harder to hurt.

At this point, the only person you fully trusted was Suguru, he was always honest with you, no matter what happened or how much something hurt, he always remained true to himself and to you.

It was impossible not to love someone like him. He was the whole package.

Suguru was handsome, that was indisputable. But Geto was more than a pretty face. He was kind, truly kind! He did things out of the goodness of his heart, not because he expected anything in return. He was honest, Suguru Geto would never lie to you and THAT is what you loved the most about him.

He was patient.

He wanted you to be his but at the same time Suguru wanted you to heal, to have the chance to trust and love again, not as a means to forget about Satoru but because you wanted to choose a new path for yourself.

After diner you helped with the dishes and then settled on the couch. Suguru joined with a smile and two glasses of wine. He handed you one and sipped on the other one “what would you like to watch tonight Kitten?” He asked sitting next to you while picking a movie from the titles available on the screen of the tv.

“Anything you like! It’s your turn to pick” you said with a smile, leaning your head on his shoulder making Suguru smile. These tender displays of affection always made him feel so warm. Passing an arm around your shoulders he kissed your forehead.

You look up into his hazel eyes you blush. Suguru didn’t lose a second before he closed the space between your lips. The kiss was soft but meaningful, you didn’t hesitate to return it; wrapping your arms around his neck, pulling him closer to then climb on his lap straddling his hips.

The handsome sorcerer leans back, relaxing and running his hands slowly up and down your naked thighs covered only by the small fabric of your shorts, he strokes them softly leaving a path of warmth in the wake of his touch. Suguru deepened the kiss. His tongue delved in your mouth, slowly inviting yours to join the delicious dance. After a few minutes you pulled back, you are breathless. Your heart beats fast and the adrenaline was making you dizzy in anticipation.

Suguru looks at you, leaning his forehead against yours “I missed you” he ads before engulfing you in another passionate kiss, not even giving you the chance to reply. This time his lips are more demanding, his teeth nibbling your lower lip, requesting entrance. His tongue still tastes like the wine and you recognize his addictive flavor. Suddenly you find yourself laying on your back on the white couch, Suguru is on top of you and your legs are wrapped around his waist. Things are getting much more heated than you anticipated. Your hands roam the expanse of his back over hard muscles and warm skin covered only by the thin layer of his t-shirt. You know if you keep going this way you won’t be able to stop.

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A part of you doesn’t want this to end, you want to go all the way with Suguru. But… as much as you hate it, there is a tiny part of you that feels ambivalent about it. You wonder why is that you can’t just… do it!? You want Suguru! God! You desire him more than you can express with words, the growing wetness between your legs is evidence that you indeed were very much sexually attracted to him and yet your mind kept torturing you.

It was… complicated.

Your marriage with Satoru have been over longer than that piece of paper you got last week said. But erasing your feelings wasn’t something you could ever hope to do.

As much as you wanted to give yourself to Suguru it felt wrong that you were holding a part of yourself back. You wanted to give him everything, he deserved EVERYTHING of you. It wouldn’t be fair to just have sex with him when he deserved to be made love to.

You love Suguru, everyday that goes by your feelings for him grow and intensify, it was hard to even understand why would you hesitate and yet you did.

Your passionate kiss slowly becomes more tender until you are just sharing small pecks. Suguru pulls back with a little comforting smile; he felt the change in your body language, he knew what was going through your mind. You explained it to him before and he didn’t want to push you. He knew you needed to go at your own pace and he respected that.

“I’m… so-“ you starts apologetically but Suguru stops you with a little kiss “don’t… don’t apologize, I know baby…” he said reassuringly. Sealing his tender words with a kiss. When you separate again he asks “Alright little kitten, tell me… what’s it gonna be? ‘Dorian Grey’ or ‘Only Lovers Left Alive’?” Pulling you in his strong arms he cuddled with you on the couch, returning to the choices for movie you had.

You were so thankful for this man in your life “let’s go with ‘Only Lovers left Alive’”

With a last kiss he started the movie and pulled a blanket over you both.

He could wait, he would wait till the end of time. For you.

———-> Chapter 13/Part 1

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volunteering at its finest : s.r

spencer ‘volunteers’ to babysit henry whilst you and the girls have a needed girls night, except the night lasts a lot longer than any of you anticipated (2.2k)

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“Please do not tell me you’ve forgotten about girls night that I’ve had in my calendar for the last five weeks?” Penelope focuses on JJ through the monitor who slowly lowers her phone before glancing over to you.

“I, I didn’t forget,” JJ starts, causing both you and Emily to hold your laughs as she tries to ease her way out.

“You don’t sound so sure, J.” You comment, quickly feeling a rolled-up newspaper swatting your arm as you head towards the jet.

“It’s not that I forgot, it’s just the first time Will has been away in months and it just slipped my mind.” JJ tries to reason as you board the jet before you sit down opposite her and Emily, awaiting the wrath of Penelope Garcia once you return to base.

“What slipped your mind?” Spencer pitches in as he sits down beside you, a bright smile crossing his lips as you lean against him. “Hey,” He mutters to you, and JJ glances to Emily, still shocked that the pair of you owned up to your feelings six months ago after pining over one another for two years.

Patting Spencer’s arm lightly, you shrug it off. “Just girls night tonight.” You begin to explain, noticing Spencer furrowing his eyebrows together. “What?”

“I thought we were going to watch the Doctor Who marathon tonight?” He questions quietly, watching as a look of guilt consumes your expression.

“That was this today?” You weakly ask back as Spencer simply nods. “Oh, Spence,” You mutter, but Emily kindly butts in to save your ass once again.

“What if you watched it at JJ’s,” Emily begins, and you focus on her with a raised brow. “babysitting Henry?”

JJ scoffs lightly. “Spence, you’ve never babysat on your own before.” She looks over to the Godfather of her son, one of her best friends who could talk his way out of most things, but babysitting is another level.

“What? I could easily do it.” Spencer states proudly, forcing himself to sit taller in his seat as Rossi glances over, lowering the case file from his view. “I’ve watched Home Alone with Y/n, I know exactly what not to do. And I’ve read sixteen books on parenting.” He quickly adds, and Emily quips an eyebrow to you.

“I didn’t know that.” You mutter under your breath, just as JJ laughs playfully at Spencer’s antics.

“Just let the kid babysit, he clearly wants to.” Rossi pitches in, and Spencer smiles brightly at Rossi’s reassurance.

“Think of girls night.” Emily chuckles, and JJ looks over to you with concern before focusing back to Spencer, nodding to the proposition. “It’ll only be a couple of hours.” Emily quickly adds, and Spencer grins brightly.

“What’s the worst that could happen?” Spencer nudges your side as JJ shakes her head, wondering what she’s about to let lose.

***

“I still can’t get over the fact Spence offered,” Penelope states as she brings over your drinks to the table, placing them down as you eye Emily who shrugs her shoulders.

“Spencer is a good guy like that,” Emily snickers, and you nudge her playfully before sipping your drink.

As you swallow, you can’t help but cough and widen your eyes to Penelope who happily downs her cocktail. “Shit, Pen, what is in this? Battery acid?” You remark, sniffing it as JJ sips hers, quickly having the same reaction.

“No,” Penelope shakes her head as a scoff leaves her lips. “but it is called ‘Poison Ivy.’”

You raise an eyebrow, clearly intrigued as Emily downs the last of her previous drink, slamming the glass down before heading back to the bar. “Anyone want another one? I saw there’s a deal on certain drinks.” Emily calls out, not giving any of you a chance to answer before she disappears to the bar.

“God, if Spencer was here he’d happily list off some facts about the DC character Poison Ivy.” You sigh, wondering how he’s managing with little Henry.

“I’m sure he’s doing fine, Y/n.” Penelope reaches out, and you nod. “How’re you holding up Jayj?”

Turning your head, you see JJ finishing off the remainder of your drink as she places it next to her empty glass.

“What?” JJ slurs, lifting her head up as her eyes cloud over.

“Yeah, I think JJ has past worried and is in denial.” You mutter to Penelope who wisely nods in agreement.

Emily quickly returns with more drinks which JJ gladly accepts. “So, Y/n,” Emily rests her elbows on the table, focusing directly on you as you swallow the lump in your throat. “when are you going to tell us about the good Doctor huh?” She jokes and you laugh lightly, taking one of the four shots.

Placing the empty shot glass down, you wince as the burn descends down your throat. “Maybe after four more of these,” You cough, and Emily signals to the bartender to bring a few more rounds.

*

“Come on, we gotta get into the taxi,” Penelope tries her best to take charge as you help JJ to her feet along with Emily who is as much help as Spencer with his gun.

“Pen, can you take Emily? I’ll help JJ.” Despite still being drunk, you can focus on Penelope long enough to see only two of her as she nods and a blur of colour crosses your vision.

JJ’s head hits your shoulder, and you hear her hum. “Y/n?” JJ slurs and you hold her head up as you reach the exit to the bar, seeing the taxi feet away.

“It’s okay, J, the taxi isn’t far.” You rub her arm as she shakes her head and quickly darts out of your arms and hauls her body against a wall as she vomits violently.

“God, least I’m not that bad.” Emily laughs, unaware of who is being sick until JJ lifts herself back up, swaying back into your direction as she wipes her face. “Oh, hey JJ.” Emily waves as JJ groans loudly before climbing into the taxi after you.

“Where to ladies?” The driver speaks up as the doors are finally closed, and Penelope fastens her seatbelt in beside the driver.

You completely zone out as Penelope gives the driver her address, and miss the ringing of your phone. Little do you know, that missed call would become the first of many throughout the rest of the night - not that you’d know until sunrise.

“Thank you, Craig!” Penelope waves the driver off as you laugh hysterically with Emily about something Spencer once did during a date he organised.

“He just, he was so sweet, but got it so wrong,” You wipe your eyes as tears fall whilst Penelope helps JJ up the stairs as you and Emily trail behind. “I just didn’t have the heart to tell him I had no interest in seeing Twilight, only Robert Pattinson.” You sigh, remembering how excited he was to take you to the cinema to see something not only in English but current.

“Spencer means well, I think his big ol’ brain gets in the way sometimes.” Emily comments as you reach Penelope’s apartment, barely having the chance to take it all in before you’re given a wine glass that’s being filled.

“Oh, Pen I can’t.” You whine, feeling a headache already in the works, but Penelope Garcia is not one to take no for an answer- especially on girls night.

“Let me ask you, ladies,” Penelope starts, and now you wish you just kept quiet. “when was our last girls night?”

Penelope watches as you all exchange glances, no one knowing the answer. “Like, a year ago?” Emily guesses, receiving a quick scoff from Penelope.

“Two and a half years ago.” Penelope states. “We’ve had team nights out, but not a girls night.” She adds as Emily collapses onto the sofa whilst maintaining a full glass of wine. “So, I’m making up for lost time,” Penelope lifts her glass up as she looks around at the three of you, just about hanging in there. “to the ladies of the BAU.”

With a cheer, your night carries on with more laughter and embarrassing memories whilst Spencer is having less of an enjoyable evening with his godson.

*

“Y/n, this is the tenth message I’ve left you after leaving fifteen to JJ, five to Emily and twenty-six to Garcia. You better not have died on me as I’ve rung every hospital in the district and have had Kevin hack Garcia’s phone to find her location.” Spencer sighs as he paces around the living room whilst Henry remains sound asleep in his bed.

Part of Spencer knows he’s being irrational, but it isn’t like you to not even answer a text let alone a phone call. He’s so used to you being on hand whenever- especially with the line of work you both do. So when you don’t answer, he can’t help but allow his mind to spiral into the dark depths of misfortune.

Glancing out of the window, Spencer could tell without looking at a clock it was almost sunrise. Approximately 5:37 in the morning and you along with the others were nowhere to be seen.

With a small sigh, Spencer dials your number once more, only to hear movement outside of JJ’s house and he tenses.

Reaching over into his satchel, Spencer grabs his gun as he hides by the living room door, hearing movement of the front door opening as hushed voices sound throughout the hallway.

“God, he’s going to hate me, isn’t he?” You wince at the thought of Spencer scolding you for not getting back to him after you reviewed the dozens of messages and voicemails when you woke up twenty minutes ago.

JJ wraps her arms around you, bringing you into a hug but also to stabilise herself to stop the room spinning. “Spencer couldn’t possibly hate you, Y/n.” She assures you, seeing Spencer peer his head out from the corner of the living room and lower his gun. “That boy loves you more than you realise.”

Pulling away from JJ’s embrace, you sigh deeply into your hands. “I love him J, I just worry sometimes.” You mutter, unaware of Spencer standing behind you as his heart sinks. 

“You should tell him, Y/n.” JJ motions and you tense up, silently swearing before you turn around to face your rather tired looking boyfriend. “I’ll go check on Henry.” JJ mutters, quickly passing you both and heads up the stairs with caution. 

“I could never hate you, Y/n.” Spencer starts, “I was just worried about you and your safety.” He explains as he reaches out, resting his hand on your upper arm. “Did you have fun?” 

A small laugh leaves your lips as you nod. “Yeah,” You chuckle, focusing on the tired look in his hazel eyes. “I, I love you Spence.” You tell him as you fall into his arms, exhaustion beginning to take over your body as Spencer’s chuckle vibrates against your body. 

“I love you too, Y/n. Come on, you need to get some sleep.” Spencer guides you to the living room and you fall down with ease onto the couch. “Did you know the human body requires at least-”

Holding a finger up to Spencer, he pauses. “Spence, as much as I adore you and your facts, they are the last thing I need right now.” 

“Alright,” Spencer gives in as he pulls a blanket over you, ignoring the smudged and dried mascara beneath your eyes and the lingering smell of cocktails on your clothing. “I’ll see you in an hour.” He mutters as he wanders out to make some coffee, knowing you’d need it once you woke back up. 

*

“This is hell.” You state as you heavily lean against the railing alongside the girls whilst voices cheer around you, including Spencer. “I blame you, Pen.” 

Penelope merely groans as she pushes her sunglasses further up her face. 

“A couple of hours! No big deal!” Spencer emphasises as you roll your eyes, burying your face in your hands once again as he carries on cheering for the runners as they pass you all by in a blur. “You weren’t home until sunrise!”

“Why are you yelling.” JJ comments flatly whilst Derek glances over, holding his laugh in as he keeps Jack on his shoulders. 

“Make him stop.” Emily adds, and you nudge your boyfriend as he stops waving his flag frantically and focuses on you. 

“Next time, I’m either joining you in babysitting or you’re joining girls night.” You tell Spencer who smiles down at you before wrapping an arm around you, holding you close as you weakly smile through the pain of your hangover. 

“Deal.” Spencer leans down, kissing you softly before the cheers of your team increase as Hotch reaches the finish line. “Come on, I think breakfast is in order.” Spencer guides you away from the railing as you rely on him heavily as the girls follow behind. 

“Girls night happens every two years for a reason, I take it, baby girl?” Derek jokes as Penelope shushes him as you all gather around to celebrate Hotch’s achievement and block out the blur that last night has left on your memories. 

“What happens on girls night, stays on girls night.” Penelope simply states, refusing to say anymore as you walk ahead with Spencer, discussing more about his latest read, ‘Parenting 101.’ 

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