#hsh champion | Explore Tumblr Posts and Blogs

wordwitch00 · 11 months

Text

Ambush

Just a spicy little drabble about Townhouse AU Twilight/Champion. For those that like a little Champlight now and then.

These boys belong to the amazing @st0rmyskies and we are ever thankful she lets us play with them.

Twilight was trembling beneath him; whether it was from the chill of water drying on his skin, or the tender touches and gentle kisses he was laying across Twi’s body, Champion wasn’t sure.

Ambushing Twi like this wasn’t his original plan. He’d just been waiting for his man to return from his shower to ask him something when Twi had walked into his room, towel wrapped low on his hips, droplets of water running down tanned skin, and well, things just sort of went from there.

Champion had managed to get Twilight onto his back on the bed before crawling up his body, opening the towel and letting the farm boy’s glory shine just for him to see.

Despite exposing Twi like this, Champion kept his attention elsewhere; lightly dragging his fingers down toned stomach, pressing kisses over his heart before letting his mouth wander over to flick his tongue against a nipple. He felt and heard the low moan in Twilight’s broad chest, making him smile.

He sat up and stretched his arms up over his head. “So I wanted to see if you were up for dinner?”

Twilight just looked up at him, eyes glazed over. “Huh?”

“Thought it’d be nice to go out,” Champion murmured as he bent back down to continue his ministrations, moving lower down Twilight’s abdomen. He lightly scraped his teeth across his hip, making Twilight’s cock twitch. He dragged his fingers down Twi’s inner thigh, causing a full body shiver that nearly shook Champion off him.

“There’s this curry place in Little Gerudo Town; the falafel is excellent.” Champion glanced up at Twi’s face, to see if he’d heard him. He smiled as confusion and desire danced across his boyfriend’s features. “Only if you want to,” he said against Twilight’s skin below his navel, kissing his way down the trail of hair.

He pressed more light kisses around the base of Twilight’s cock, not touching it directly, but just his breath against it causing precum to leak from the tip.

“Ch-champ, p-please,” Twilight whimpered, desperation edging out of his voice.

Well, since he asked so nicely. Without warning, he dragged his tongue up the length and once he reached the head, slid his mouth over his lover’s cock.

Twilight threw his head back, clamping a hand over his mouth to muffle his scream. It only took a few moments of his cock being in Champion’s mouth before he came, long and hard and nearly blacking out. Champion took every last drop, taking one long last pull before releasing Twilight.

Champion sat up again, wiping the side of his mouth and huffed a small laugh. Twilight looked utterly spent, his limbs completely slack as his glazed eyes came back into focus.

Champion crawled up to lay beside Twilight, propping himself on an elbow and running his fingers through Twi’s fringe. He was so gorgeous after an orgasm. “So? Dinner?”

Twilight sighed, then laughed. “As soon as I can feel my legs again.”

#townhouse au #botw link #tp link #st0rmyverse #hsh champlight #hsh twilight #hsh champion #linkshipping #link x link

31 notes · View notes

poodle-anon · 1 year

Text

I have no idea what to put here as a title so I'll just say that @miniscrew-anon inspired me to write a continuation of one of their febuwhump prompt fills and ended up with just shy of 500 words about Champion and the other two Guard Boys waiting around just after the little altercation at the hospital when he first woke up.

enjoy 👀

characters of course belong to @st0rmyskies

Champion studies himself in the hospital bathroom's mirror.

They'd be waiting on clearance to go home for a little while longer, given the… drastic effect of his head injury, so in the meantime, the three former royal guardsmen had a room to themselves.

Champion runs a thoughtful finger down the side of his cheek, before rolling his jaw to watch and feel the scarred skin shift.

"What happened to me?" He reaches up to rub a thumb over his ear, and notes the heart shaped stud in the shell that he doesn't remember getting. It wasn't new.

Sky purses his lips for a beat.

"It's… It's a long story. But the scar is from someone that's not a problem anymore."

Champion's hands return to the edge of the sink to lean on it, turning his head this way and that to see and feel again how the scarred skin looks and feels. His expression seems only curious.

They'd better not be a problem anymore.

"Why was everyone calling me Wild?"

"That was your nickname. After the accident, you lost your memory and before today, it was like you were a different person. Someone called him Wild Man at some point and he decided he liked it, I guess."

"You remember the accident, right Champion?" Warriors pipes up from the corner.

Champion squints at his reflection, shoulders tensed just slightly.

"Some. I remember things going wrong, I think an ambulance, but not a lot." He eyes the rest of himself up and down, bandages and scars and all.

"How long ago was it?" Champion rubs his side, feeling some of his older scars through the fabric. And some newer. Places where he remembered searing pain before he passed out the first time.

"A little less than two years." Sky's answer is maybe quicker than it should have been, he'd done the calculations enough times.

Champion gives him a quick, thoughtful hum. His hand lingers on his ribs, breathing in deeply to feel how the skin flexes below his shirt, and testing how painful the bruising really was beneath it. His pain tolerance had always been high, but it wasn't as if he couldn't feel it at all.

"What's the facial scar?"

Sky pauses again.

"It's…" his stomach works itself into a knot thinking about that night, "There was a fight, and someone held your head to a stove burner…" Sky sucks half a breath through his teeth with a grimace.

Champion is silent for another beat as his eyes are fixed on the mirror. Watching the reflection of himself and the space behind him in equal measure.

He makes another affirmative hum, and rolls his neck with several audible clicks before turning to rest against the tiny bathroom counter with crossed arms.

“Well, at least I’m not dead,” he says plainly, and maybe there was a hint of a smile tugging at his lip.

#mobile post editor is hell #hsh spoilers #hsh champion #st0rmyverse #miniscrew anon #mwah mwah love u both /p #poodle barks #i guess thats an original post tag

26 notes · View notes

miniscrew-anon · 1 year

Text

HSH Febuwhump Day 25 - Assumed Dead

Takes place after day 15

----

“Did you lie to Darunia?”

Revali leans against the door frame to the lab. He watches the Sheikah shuffle around, tossing papers and digging into the guts of a broken down Guardian. They don’t tense at his presence. But he’d be a fool to think they would.

“I didn’t lie!” Purah poked her head up, frowning dramatically. “I told him the Champion isn’t a problem anymore. And he's not!”

“Because he’s in a coma, not because he’s dead.” Revali says dryly. He’s one of the few who knows Champion's current situation, having been the one to pull his broken body out from under Daruk’s corpse. Most of the incident has been covered up. The project was already top secret and the loss of life had only made it even more so. He wouldn’t be surprised if the only ones who were really filled in were the ones who actually responded to Van Rudania’s SOS.

“Well, then chalk it up to miscommunication!” Robbie cut in. “Here! If you’re going to hang out you might as well help!”

He shoves a large core into Revali’s hands before the Rito can argue. Then he bolts to the other side of the room and starts pulling wires and connectors free of the hull. “Take that and plug it into the computer please.”

“I’m not staying.” Revali did as he was asked reluctantly. “I just wanted to know why you;re protecting him. I heard that the malware that caused the malfunctions was traced to his profile.”

“Yes yes, we all heard that.” Robbie says blandly.

“And yet no one’s doing anything about it.” The Rito eyed the two suspiciously. “Why?”

Purah doesn’t skip a beat. “Same reason I suppose you’re not doing anything about it.”

Revali watched the influx of information flash across the screen, not seeing a single word. He hates playing these games. “You don’t think he really did it.”

“And why would we? Because of some digital trail? Bah! I could falsify something like that in my sleep!” Robbie pulls a hard drive out. He clicks his tongue at it. Burnt beyond repair.

“Besides, if Linky was going to do something like that he’d have done a much better job,” Purah says. “There are easier ways of killing a head of state than blowing yourself to bits.”

Revali couldn’t argue with that. The Hylian might not be as competent as Revali, but he’s not incompetent.

And for all of Champion’s flaws, disloyalty is not among them.

----

Okay hot take but I Like Revali - I think he’s understandably flawed and I like that about him.

#hsh au #townhouse au #St0rmyverse #febuwhump 2023 #hsh champion #kinda #hsh Revali

11 notes · View notes

givemeafuckingbreak-ao3 · 1 year

Note

18, 21, and 22?

Heyo~ thank you for the kind ask, such fun questions~ 🧁💜

Of course this is all WIP and is subject to change bUT- in my defense, all my works are crack treated seriously s O- 💀

~~~~

What is the last sentence you wrote for this WIP?

I’ve got tOns of WIPs. but so far the last sentence I’ve written is-

“Holy fuck, he just smacked the shit of Time—the fucking landlord.”

~~~~

What is a line that makes no sense and/or is funny out of context?

“Fondly, Champion remembered thinking: what a bunch of fucking idiots.”

(I’ll let you imagine what this one’s about lmAO-)

~~~~

What is a spoiler you can give us for something incredibly insignificant in your WIP?

*Holds HSH War’s like a bottle of salty cucumber Gatorade*

ˢʰᵃʷᵗʸ ᵇᵃᵈ. ˡᶦᵏᵉ ᵐᵒʳᵃˡˡʸ

#cherry asks #cherry writings #I did change my user :D #thank you for noticing #lmao #I just like the funky #little idea of being called skittles 🥰#anyways-#thank you for the kind inbox traveler 🥰#i appreciate this fam

2 notes · View notes

calacuspr · 1 year

Text

Calacus Monthly Hit & Miss – Innes FitzGerald & WRU

Every month we look at the best and worst communicators in the sports world from the last few weeks.

HIT - INNES FITZGERALD

Sustainability is a popular buzzword in sport.

Organising Committees and governing bodies want to encourage carbon neutral events and procedures to help fight climate change.

The International Olympic Committee (IOC), for instance, has a detailed strategy and in a recent report HSH Prince Albert II of Monaco, chair of the IOC’s Sustainability and Legacy Commission said: “We can confidently state that sustainability is now firmly embedded as an executive priority within the IOC, and this ethos flows into our corporate ways of working, our focus on ensuring sustainable Olympic Games, and how we engage with the wider Olympic Movement.”

Likewise, the Premier League signed up to the UN Sports for Climate Action Framework, which brings together sports organisations from all over the world to achieve climate change goals.

“As part of this commitment, the Premier League as an organisation aims to reduce 50 per cent of its own emissions by 2030 and achieve net-zero emissions by 2040, in line with the 1.5ºC global warming limit of the 2015 Paris Agreement.”

The nature of elite competition is that long-distance travel is often a necessity, despite the impact it has on the environment.

Long-distance runner Innes FitzGerald has burst onto the scene over the past year or so and is considered a hot prospect for British athletics.

FitzGerald, 16, broke the UK under-17 record for 3000m and dominated the British Athletics Cross Challenge in Liverpool in November, beating much older athletes.

But she has shocked the sporting world after she decided to take a stand and reduce her carbon footprint – event if it comes at the expense of a chance to win a medal.

Attending the European Cross Country Championships in Turin late last year, it emerged that FitzGerald had travelled by train from her Exeter home because of a reluctance to fly.

The leading British junior female endurance athlete, FitzGerald wrote to UK Athletics and asked not to be considered for the team set to compete at the World Cross Country Championships in Australia.

She said: “To have the opportunity to compete for Great Britain in Australia is a privilege. When I started running, the prospect of me competing in the World Cross Country Championships would have seemed merely a dream. However, the reality of the travel fills me with deep concern.

“I was just nine when the COP21 Paris Climate agreement was signed. Now, eight years on, and global emissions have been steadily increasing, sending us on a path to climate catastrophe. Sir David King, former government chief scientific advisor, has said, ‘What we do, I believe, in the next three to four years will determine the future of humanity.’ The science is clear. Turning this around is only possible through transformational change from collective and personal action.

“I would never be comfortable flying in the knowledge that people could be losing their livelihoods, homes and loved ones as a result. The least I can do is voice my solidarity with those suffering on the front line of climate breakdown.

“Coming to a decision has not been easy, however little compares to the grief I would feel taking the flight. Aviation is the most energy intensive activity we can do and explodes a person’s carbon footprint. I don’t want that on my conscience.”

She added that making a statement about her reasons for withdrawing was important: “I could have just said, ‘Look, I’m not going to go, and that’s it.’ But I felt that actually, if I was going to make the sacrifice and not go, then I might as well make a statement about it as well. Because it was not easy at all.”

Champions for Earth, which believes that there is nothing more critical than addressing and averting the climate and ecological crisis, was full of praise for FitzGerald: “The Exeter Harriers runner is a champion in more ways than one, winning impressively on the running track and in the world of environmental protection. Innes was crowned the 2022 Youth ‘Champion For Earth’ for her commitment to pursuing her sporting goals as sustainably as possible.

“As a young person with Olympic dreams growing up during a climate and ecological emergency, she is balancing the dream of one day becoming a champion of the world, with a determination to be a champion for earth.”

Critics have suggested that FitzGerald is misinformed, given the environmental impact of travelling by car and train and the rubber running tracks and trainers she continues to wear.

But how brave of a teenager with a limited career to take a stand and get us all talking about the environment and sport’s impact upon it.

She hopes that by taking a stand, she can encourage other athletes to come forward and add their support to the importance of climate change for society and help to create meaningful change.

Within sport, FitzGerald believes that there are “many people who are like-minded, but they feel like they have no power, and they’re in sport and that’s just the way things are”.

“There’s been so many people in support, saying they’re so grateful that I’ve spoken out about it, and that it’s something that we need to talk about. Which I think is so positive and so true.”

MISS – WELSH RUGBY UNION

Unfortunately, sports governance is still dominated by pale, male and stale executives and while efforts are being made to increase diversity, there is so much work to be done.

The Welsh Rugby Union (WRU) is the latest governing body to be mired in controversy after accusations of sexism, racism and misogyny.

An inquiry was announced after two women complained of a "toxic" sexist culture at Welsh rugby's highest level.

The revelations came to light when the BBC aired a documentary which exposed the level of toxicity, with Women’s rugby general manager Charlotte Wathan detailing experiences when a male colleague said in the presence of others that he wanted to “rape” her.

Another anonymous contributor said she had contemplated suicide after her experiences of bullying and sexism at work.

The four Welsh regions – Cardiff, Dragons, Ospreys and Scarlets – backed calls for the 58-year-old Phillips and the WRU board to resign, while the Welsh Rugby Players Association said they were “appalled by the allegations” and called for the “strongest possible action.”

The WRU’s initial response was somewhat combative.

They criticised the BBC for giving them the right to reply due to ongoing litigation and went into great detail addressing many of the issues raised in the documentary.

But the tone was defensive and seemed as focused on inconsistencies or inaccuracies in the reporting as in the clearly serious allegations being levelled at the organisation.

Principality Building Society, sponsors of Wales’ national stadium in Cardiff and supporter of the Welsh grassroots game, described the allegations as “extremely concerning.”

They stated: “We take great pride in supporting grassroots rugby within the diverse communities we serve, as we have for over 20 years, and want to work with partners who share our values. The allegations in the emerging BBC investigation are extremely concerning and we would expect the WRU to take the immediate and decisive action required to remove any discriminatory and bullying behaviours and to uphold the inclusive values that we should all live by."

Another partner, Admiral, said in a statement: "Our culture is of paramount importance to us, so naturally the cultures of the partners we work with are also important. While this is a matter for the WRU, given the serious nature of the allegations made, we have and will remain in discussion with them."

Needless to say, the Welsh government was deeply concerned and stated: “The Deputy Minister for Arts and Sport is engaging with the WRU on the immediate actions it must take to address the allegations set out in this investigation.

"The details in the testimonies provided are devastating. We recognise the courage it takes to come forward after experiencing any form of harassment, bullying or abuse.

"Women and girls have the right to be safe in all aspects of their lives. The Welsh Government is committed to tackling abuse in the workplace and challenging damaging behaviour and attitudes head on so all women and girls in Wales can live fear free."

WRU chairman Ieuan Evans, who met with the Deputy Minister for Arts and Sport and Chief Whip, Dawn Bowden to discuss a new independent Taskforce to undertake an internal investigation into the culture and behaviour at the governing body, is also set to be questioned in the Senedd.

Chief Executive Steve Phillips initially vowed to investigate and review the culture that had led to such a worrying catalogue of incidents.

He said: “The WRU knows it has fallen short in presenting Welsh rugby to the world in the best light. We have fallen short of the high standards I expect.

“We have consulted with our staff and we will re-examine our structures and procedures to make sure our employees find a business that is caring and sensitive to their needs and welfare and creating a safe and secure environment for everyone that comes into contact with us.

“We will use the feedback we are currently experiencing to improve, we will listen and learn from what we are hearing and continue to work hard on ensuring Welsh rugby is a game for all with equality, diversity and inclusion at its heart.”

If the situation had not already become untenable, Phillips soon resigned, with Nigel Walker taking his place on an Acting basis.

““It is with a huge amount of regret that I have decided to hand in my resignation,” ” said Phillips in a statement.

“I have always had the best interests of Welsh rugby at the heart of my every action and thought, but have come to the conclusion that it is now time for someone else to lead the way.

“I am on record already saying how much I hugely regret the feelings and emotions expressed recently by former members of staff.”

To his credit, Walker was far more reasonable in his first interview following his appointment, accepting the problems rather than trying to deflect or play down the seriousness of the allegations.

He commented that the WRU…“Have fallen short of the high standards that are necessary. We apologise, and we recognise we’ve made many mistakes.

“We’re not now looking at how we can mitigate the furore that has come our way. What we’re looking to do is to improve and get back a semblance of credibility as we realise that it is now at an all-time low.

“We won’t be resting on our laurels, but we are committed to making sure that the female rugby players in this country have the experience that they deserved – and the equivalent to their male counterparts.”

In a separate interview, he added: “This has been a wake-up call. Perhaps it is a call that has been overdue. The first step to any recovery is admitting the problem … there is no doubt that Welsh rugby is facing an existential crisis.

“If we are not prepared to change, the future of Welsh rugby and the Welsh Rugby Union is in danger. I can’t put it any more bluntly than that.

“We’ve accepted we need change and we want to get to that change programme as quickly as possible.

“We must now listen intently to what people from outside our organisation are telling us,” the 59-year-old added. “We care and are committed to equality, diversity and inclusion and we work hard in this space with dedicated resource and investment. But we need to do better. We need to do much better and we will.”

The situation is further complicated by the perilous situation the professional clubs find themselves in.

Cardiff, Dragons, Scarlets and Ospreys all endorsed a letter calling for Phillips to go despite a financial framework not yet having been signed off.

Former Dragons boss Bernard Jackman wrote in his column in the Irish Independent: “Three of the four Welsh professional teams are rumoured to be only months away from going into administration unless this deal is signed, and I admire their conviction to put their own interests aside to ensure Welsh rugby has better equality, diversity and inclusivity standards.”

Clearly there is much for the WRU to address and it begs the question whether the organisation can implement the change it needs without significant external input to support its transformation.

#WRU #Ospreys #Dragons #Cardiff #Ieuan Evans #Welsh rugby #Admiral #Principality #BBC #Charlotte Wathan #Innes FitzGerald #Champions for Earth #COP21 #UK Athletics #European Cross Country #climate change #IOC #sustainability in sport #Paris Agreement

0 notes

sea-salt-lemon-sugar · 6 months

Text

Be inspired by @st0rmyskies 《Home Sweet Home》

I went over this article again recently，I love this series of articles! So I drew a little fan graffiti!

#townhouse au #hsh #hsh wild #hsh champion

499 notes · View notes

clairiko · 4 months

Text

Comic based on Home Sweet Home: Run by @st0rmyskies on AO3

I just finished reading HSH when this update posted and I couldn't stop thinking about it all day ;;

#im new here #but i love this au #hsh #townhouse au #hsh champion #fanart #comic

64 notes · View notes

st0rmyskies · 4 months

Text

Working on the 'Wild Wakes Up' story this weekend...

Champion spent several days drifting in an out of lucidity. He spent those few, precious moments getting to know his surroundings. There was a predictable array of footsteps in and out of his room and up and down the hallway outside of it each day. He got to know the change of shift when new hands would come to turn him and clean him and dress him. The ceaseless beeping of his monitors lulled him in and out of wakefulness as he waited for the right moment. It took days. Weeks, maybe. In that time, no one visited him. But there came a morning when the nurses didn’t come to his room right away. He could feel sweat gather on his palms as he waited, counting the minutes in his mind, five past, then seven, then ten. There were loud voices and panicked footfalls moving down the hallway, a page of code blue overhead. It was now or never.

#stormy writes #stormy snippets #hsh #townhouse au #hsh champion #hsh wild

31 notes · View notes

junicai · 3 years

Text

Aria at Award Shows

Iconic Outfits

2020 AAAs NCT Daesang Award

Peoples’ jaws dropped when they saw Aria sidle up alongside the other 23 boys, strolling out like she owned the building. The heels gave her enough height to be nearly level with Renjun - something she wouldn’t let the boy forget - her hair dyed back to a natural black like it had been during NCT2020 promotions. It was rare that Aria didn’t look slightly apprehensive about stepping out onto a red carpet, but the confidence was rolling off her in waves. As she walked, the slit in the dress seemed to keep on going, trailing up her leg and changing the otherwise classy dress into something that left the innocent bystanders in the first row suffering from a high chance of a heart attack.

tldr; Aria’s hot and people are Noticing.

2019 Show Champion NCT 127 ‘Superhuman’

NCT’s second win with Superhuman left a huge divide in nctzens; a rift between those who were ot21 stans and ot22 stans (sans and plus Aria). Up until then, there had been rumors around whether Aria was to leave NCT now that there was a new girl group supposedly debuting under SM. Their management team had refrained from publishing a response - but that only lead fans to create their own speculations and theories. This outfit played perfectly into the growing rumor; with the large circular pendant on Aria’s bracelet having two chrysanthemums etched into the gold. The flower symbolized happy endings and goodbyes, with nctzens taking this as the proof that Aria was truly set to leave NCT in the coming months.

tldr; nctzens need to learn how to Chill.

2017 M! Countdown NCT 127 ‘Cherry Bomb’

Unfortunately, this era was the cause of a lot of strife for Arizens; the stylists either hit it out of the park and Aria was drop dead stunning - or she ended up looking a little like a bratz doll a toddler had gotten their hands on. Unfortunately for Aria, their first win with ‘Cherry Bomb’ left pictures of her in a plastic, obviously dyed blue skirt and cherry pink hair to match immortalized on the internet forever.

tldr; arizens hoped that her stylist got fired after this era. the plastic skirt wasn't the worst thing they'd done.

Other Iconic Outfits

Seating Arrangements

Depending on the venue, idols are normally sat on straight rows of chairs and benches, or at round tables. Given the choice, Aria would always prefer to sit at one of the tables, as not only does it give her a chance to not have to worry about her legs being seen while being covered by the tablecloth - if there is one - but it lets her keep everyone sitting near her in her direct line of vision.

However, should she have to sit in one of the main rows, she’ll normally end up squished beside one of three boys - Donghyuck, Yuta and/or Renjun. Should one of those three be unaviliable, Doyoung and Jeno are usually quick enough to fill in the empty space.

Donghyuck would always be her first choice, was it not for the boy’s incessant energy that sometimes left her nerves fried before their performance. Most days she adored the company - adored him and his efforts to get her mind off their impending songs with various games and ways to pass the time (they're not allowed play footsie anymore though, because Aria stomped on his foot with her heel once) - but other days she just needed someone to hold her hand and say nothing. That’s where Yuta and Renjun come in.

As Aria’s found out over the years, for all the man’s tactile affection and loud displays of love, Yuta’s highly perceptive to when she needs some silent comfort. Now, she’s not sure if he’s that perceptive to everyone or just her - but either way she’s not complaining.

With Dream, Renjun is the one she’ll sit with and doodle on the white napkins that are laid out on the table for lord knows what reason. After being bored out of their minds for their first few award shows, Renjun had snuck two black ballpoint pens into the venue in the inside of his red suit jacket. The drawings had become somewhat a tradition, and the best doodle normally is uploaded to bubble shortly after the show has ended.

All in all, Aria’s normally quite content to sit in the centre of the large group of boys - split over several rows or tables, boisterous and bubbly with energy. The only real downside to it all is the lack of blankets available to protect her modesty once she is seated.

Most venues split the idols fairly evenly between the boy and girl groups - with blankets being allocated especially for the seating of girl groups. This meant, unfortunately, that when NCT files into their seats and sits down, there is rarely something in the close vicinity that Aria can borrow quickly without causing a fuss.

Sometimes she gets lucky - other female idols might spot her and are normally kind enough to hand over one of their cushions or blankets, content to share with their neighboring member. Occasionally though, Aria has no such luck and is left to either pull down her dress multiple times per minute to cover the prickly feeling over the tops of her legs when she felt like eyes were boring into her, or wait for some kind of break so she could go find a spare covering.

Aria supposed after the third time something like that had happened, her members were getting fed up with it all.

At first it was their plan B: should some type of cover-up not be available in their immediate vicinity, Johnny or Lucas or Jaehyun - once, even Dejun - or another member who ran hot near-constantly would shrug off their jacket and fold it over Aria’s legs, pulling it up and then lifting her hands to place them in her lap to hold their jacket there.

Eventually it became their plan A however, now commonplace for Aria to go looking for the member who was wearing multiple layers and who wouldn’t suffer from the loss of their outermost one.

Iconic Moments

Twitter: [180821] and people rly say nct doesn’t care abt aria :/

Red carpets were always something to dread, in Aria’s eyes.

The cameras flashing bright enough to blind you, and the knowledge that if she stumbled or - god forbid - fell it would be immortalized forever on Koreaboo’s newest blog post.

However the worst bit, was always the footwear. High, stiletto heels that left her teetering around on nothing more than her tippy-toes, precariously balanced as she made her way up and down stairs, over carpet and tiled flooring alike.

Aria was used to wearing heels, but the one’s she performed in were usually fitted with various types of ankle support and a thick heel to give her balance. Wobbling around on a heel the same width of a piece of uncooked spaghetti was not something she’d willingly choose.

Not to mention the blisters.

Designer shoes were gifted to the company on a regular basis - shipped over just in time for Aria to slip into the pair before stepping out of the van into the sea of bright flashes and reporters. It always seemed like designers were too pre-occupied with making a shoe look good rather than making them actually wearable.

The first time Aria had been gifted a set of heels - early 2018 - she made the mistake of assuming that they would be in similar comfort as her performance heels.

Two hours later and with a wad of bloody tissue stuffed into the back of them, Aria had learnt her lesson.

From then on, it was commonplace for Aria to bandage her heels before she went out to shows - not quite as heavily as she normally would for a performance, but just enough to stop the skin splitting under the constant abrasion.

She’d only been caught out badly once - but it was all caught on camera by a fan sitting close by, and spread over twitter like wildfire.

Aria had limped her way back over to where NCT 127 was sitting, lips pressed together in a tight line and hands clenched in the tight material of the leather trousers she had been given to wear. The trousers stopped a few inches above her ankles, so the red mess of her heels was clearly visible as she hobbled over and sat down with a thud onto the seat.

Donghyuck placed a hand on Aria’s shoulder, leaning in so that he could see her face behind the curtain of hair that she had let fall to hide her tear-filled eyes from him.

“Riri?” Donghyuck whispered to her, thumb beginning to rub soothing circles into her arm. “Hey, Riri? What’s going on?”

Aria only shook her head, gesturing to the pair of torturous heels on her feet.

Donghyuck inhaled sharply when he saw the blood trailing up her leg and soaking into the back of the heel. He turned to his side to elbow Doyoung, grabbing his attention.

“Hyung. Hyung.” He hissed, Doyoung turning around with an over-exaggerated sigh.

“No, Hyuck, I told you I’m not going to-” Doyoung cut himself off upon seeing Aria’s pain-filled face. “Aria? What’s wrong? What’s happened?”

Donghyuck slid off his seat onto the ground despite Aria’s protests that the floor wasn’t clean, get up, and explained what had happened to his hyung. Sliding her heel off as slowly as he could to not pull at the skin more, he muttered apologizes to Aria as she inhaled a shaky breath before exhaling it on a small, wet cry.

“Hyung, did you bring anything for Taeyong-hyung’s shoulder that we could use?”

“Yeah, yeah I did give me two seconds.” Doyoung bent into the small bag that he had tucked underneath the seat, pulling out a length of bandage that was stowed away in the outermost pocket.

Donghyuck took it from Doyoung’s hands with a small ‘thank you’, moving to kneel back down in front of Aria and taking her ankle back into his lap.

“Hyuck, no I got it, c’mon the ground isn’t clean-”

He silenced her with a look. Aria settled back into her chair - defeated - and Donghyuck wrapped the bandage around her heel as quickly but as painlessly as he could manage.

-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-

Twitter: [190323] HSHS ARIA IS A CARAT WE’VE WON LADIES N GENTS

Maybe Aria should have been paying more attention to the camera that was slowly panning around the idols, projecting their faces up onto a large screen beside the stage, but she was too engrossed in the current group’s performance.

“그렇다고 네 맘이 작다는 게 아냐,” Swaying gently side to side and mouthing along to the lyrics, Aria was happy enough to smile along to the song and move her hands in a small mimickery of the choreography she’d taught herself off the group’s dance practice video she’d watched only a few dozen times.

It wasn’t until Mark poked her in the side that Aria broke out from her own little bubble, twisting her head to look back at him and then up at the screen when he pointed.

There, her face, staring back at her from the big screen was enough to make her mouth drop open a little bit and her eyes widen. She clapped a hand to her mouth before turning to hide her face in Jaehyun’s shoulder, shaking with embarassed laughter.

Aria could hear Taeyong’s teasing laugh in return, before a hand came and ruffled the hair on top of her head, that she swatted away.

--=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-

Twitter: [170911] lmao same aria

Aria knew she was there.

She knew that she was sitting right there and that she was in one of those really skimpy dresses stylists loved to put girls in because apparently female idols don’t deserve modesty and Aria knew that she had a blanket for once and she should share it but oh my god.

It was Chungha.

Aria was going to pass out.

Taking side glances every few seconds only confirmed the fact that Chungha was pulling down her dress to cover as much of her legs as possible, tucking her ankles together and underneath the seat.

Ok.

Ok, she could do this.

Aria took a steeling breath, before shifting on her seat to face Chungha on more of a diagonal. She lifted her hand before lowering it slighly, looking away.

Should she- no ok she’s doing this.

Without giving herself time to talk herself out of it, Aria moved to rest her hand on Chungha’s arm. The older woman jerked slightly - startled - and Aria was quick to apologize.

There was no audio in the video uploaded - the original poster having been too far away to capture much - but the two women talked for a moment before Chungha pointed to the blanket and then herself.

Aria nodded emphatically, and Chungha’s face crumpled into something fond, bowing her head in thanks before they unfolded the blanket another time and Chungha scooted an inch closer to Aria so they’d both fit.

Chungha sent Aria another grateful smile before refocusing on the performances - apparently not noticing, or perhaps choosing not to comment on the rather obvious red tinge that the younger idol’s cheeks had taken on.

193 notes · View notes

wordwitch00 · 4 months

Text

Free Day (Bedding)

“These aren’t your usual sheets.”

Twilight tried to toss the half the fitted sheet to the side of the bed Champion stood at, but failed miserably. “Weather changes, and so does the type of sheet I guess.”

The former Royal Guard grabbed his side of the fitted sheet and got to work getting it on Twilight's mattress. The man was quite good at making beds; did the military corners and everything.

Champion ran his hand along the edge of the fitted sheet after tucking the corner under the mattress. “What is this material?”

“It’s bamboo,” Twi said as he finished the last corner of the fitted sheet. “To me it feels kinda soft and fleecy without being super thick and too warm.”

“Huh,” was all he said as he ran his fingers across the fabric one more time. Twilight flung out the top sheet (like a pro) once it was in the appropriate place, let Champion tuck the edges in. He’d tried to imitate Champion’s corners before only for Champion to just do them over again, so now he just let the man do what he would with the sheet.

Once the bed was fully made, Twi took Champion’s hand and led him downstairs.

Time for some lunch.

—

Twilight had long since gotten accustomed to coming home to a quiet house since taking the job at Telma’s, and while he previously looked forward to crawling into bed, now he most looked forward to laying awake for another hour to talk (and maybe kiss) with Champion.

He stopped at the kitchen for a glass of water before heading upstairs. Reaching the second floor landing, there wasn’t any light coming through the bottom of Champion’s door, which usually meant he was waiting in Twi’s room. More often than not he’d find him reading on top of Twilight’s covers, wrapped in an afghan Malon had given him.

Twilight took careful, even steps to his door and gently pushed it open. He nearly dropped the glass at the sight before him.

Champion was curled up beneath the blankets, tucked up over his chin, sound asleep.

Twilight’s heart just melted.

Moving as quietly as he could, Twilight got into his sleep clothes and made his way over to the bed. He got under the covers carefully so as to not disturb his partner before leaning over and pressing a kiss to his forehead.

Champion cracked an eye open before groaning. “Meant t’be awake.”

“Are you testing out my sheets?” Twilight asked as he brushed a strand of hair behind Champion’s ear.

“Wann’ed t’try ‘em,”the former guard murmured. “S’soft.”

Twilight chuckled. “I guess I know what I’m getting you for Solstice.”

“These’re fine,” Champion yawned. “You come with ‘em.”

#linkshipping week 2024 #linkshipping week #townhouse au #hsh champion #hsh twilight #hsh champlight #st0rmyverse

7 notes · View notes

poodle-anon · 9 months

Note

☔️ for the ask? I love hearing about concepts! Especially the ones that’ll never hit the paper.

-miniscrew

OH BOY this took a minute to think on but I think I got one @miniscrew-anon

For the life of me I can’t figure out how to write it, but I really really want to explore Wild’s relationship with his dysphoria/lack thereof. I’ve genuinely tried putting it to paper more than once, but each time I can’t seem to get the vibe quite down in a way that resonates with what I enjoy about it in my head

Under a read more because it’s long, and has to do with HRT, gender dysphoria, panic attacks, discussion of needles, and trans!Wild having an overall Bad Time for a day within a 99.99% positive experience being trans otherwise.

As a disclaimer upfront, I am transmasculine nonbinary myself, and feel that I have a right to depict explorations of that experience in combination with binary ftm experiences. Also, this is NOT a story about detransitioning or “forced feminization,” do NOT get it fucking twisted or I will hunt you the fuck down. I will find you. This is about euphoria and dysphoria and happiness with one's body but clothing/presentation causing issues.

So for background, in my headcanons, I’m pretty convinced that Wild normally doesn’t experience dysphoria at all - something that very much separates him from Champion, whom is a very binary trans man. Wild woke up in a very masculine post-transition non-op body, Champion had been very satisfied with himself and his transition, having begun it as a teen with access to puberty blockers prior to hrt, so he never went through estrogen puberty. Wild is at first pretty bad at keeping track of and administering his hrt shots, something that Champion was very strict about and pretty much never failed to keep up with. At first, the other guard boys had to help him with them when he did remember because the anticipation of a shot is TERRIBLE for wanting to get it done when you have adhd and it’s something you don’t really think matters in your own personal upkeep. Eventually, Wild just kinda gives up on it with a happy shrug and carries on his merry way in his very androgynous body, transness usually being a fun afterthought for him. Even when he starts retaining fat differently, and growing breast tissue through lazy estrogen puberty, he’s having fun with this new experience! Heck yeah more gender fuckery, he’s having a great time being a man while doing it. Nobody in his life invalidates his gender over it. Period.

However.

There is an idea that I must credit to Stormy for sparking but has been making me lose my mind (/pos) over ever since, wherein at some point Wild goes to the mall with one of the other boys (possibly Hyrule, possibly Wars and Sky, never been able to figure that one out) to shop for higher end lingerie. (I see this fic as separate from and kinda irrelevant to the second puberty concept, so disregard that point for now and play with me in this space.) And he picks out some really cute finds! He's very happy with some lacy little numbers that he knows will go well with his eyes or whatever, but you know how they make lingerie that comes in pairs with bras that are equally as cute? Well, he goes to try one on, and standing there in the changing room, looking in the mirror, the world kinda stops.

There’s this overwhelming sense of badwrongbad while looking at himself in a bra. He doesn’t recognize the person in the mirror, he doesn’t like that person, and has no real way of articulating it to himself why.

Now, bear in mind, Wild very technically is a dissociative fugue state initially brought on by a severe concussion, which is a WHOLE OTHER can of worms I hope to explore one day. As thorough of a personality change there is though, he’s not as stable of an existence as I think he presents

So something about how he feels about seeing this sets off a dissociative panic attack that is probably the closest thing that he’s ever come to Champion surfacing into active memory, bearing some resemblance to the one in The Brave that was set off by Time playing the ocarina.

But is the bra too small? The wrong material? Who knows. Doesn’t matter. He’s suffocating. His skin itches like hell. He needs this thing off now.

Once he exits, the guys he’s with immediately notice a shift. He’s uncharacteristically serious for a beat or two, maybe even recognizable if he’s with the guard boys, but if he’s not nonverbally putting stuff on the reject rack, Wild laughs it off as nothing being wrong. Either Wild or someone else points out they can go get a smoothie after Wild decides he’s not buying any clothes, and his day gets a little better. The temperature of it maybe makes his nipples a little hard and Wild doesn’t know why he’s so aware and uncomfortable with that right now, but the others might also notice that he’s still periodically itching where the band and straps were until they get home.

By the time they leave the mall, he’s more or less fine and all of the Overwhelming Dread has passed. That night though, he puts a blanket over the mirror in his room. And when he curls up in bed, there’s this shuddering sigh that leaves him. That kind where you're just on the edge of crying but don't.

Anyway thanks for coming to my TED talk :)

#POODLE ANON ANGST REAL???#For the record digital footprint has champ as cis because that was before it was retconned in stormy fics #townhouse au #hsh wild #hsh champion #st0rmyverse #cw dysphoria #cw needles #cw panic attack #cw dissociation #poodle barks #ask game #DAMN this got long #hope it makes a lick of sense and is actually enjoyable to read lol #shit i forgot to tag miniscrew srry #the twilight bark

5 notes · View notes

miniscrew-anon · 1 year

Text

HSH Febuwhump Day 15 - Self-Sacrifice

This prompt I actually had an idea for since the beginning. Takes place before HSH and also my day 8 and 9 prompts.

----

The controls aren’t responding.

Champion presses buttons furiously, head coming up to watch for danger every other second. He’s ducked between the steel beams of a fallen crane that had been ripped from its foundation and crashed into the on-site lab of testing ground C. The wreckage around him is still ablaze, electrical sparks and a leaking fuel line keeping the area shrouded in smoke. The heat is intense. Sweat drips down his forehead and stings his cuts on his face. But this was the safest place he could find in short notice because the dark plumes help obscure his form.

All around him, chaos reigns; explosions from the plasma impacting electrical infrastructure, lights from the lasers firing in all directions, buildings crumbling from the ground-shaking footsteps of the Divine Beast, bodies screaming in pain and fear.

With nothing but a cracked shield and an empty quiver, Champion had no choice but to retreat and take cover. He can’t contain this situation from the battlefield. All he can do is try a remote shutdown of the whole system.

He’s trying to establish a connection to the system when the slate’s screen reflects blue light. Champion is up and moving before he even fully processed it, shield coming up to protect himself. The guardian's laser hits him full on, nearly knocking him off his feet. His arm trembles from the sheer force of it, unable to properly parry. His shield cracks at the impact but it holds, the laser redirecting to a nearby rock and scattering dust and debris into the air. Using it like a smoke screen, Champion dives for the cover of the canyon rubble beside the Sheikah tower. He ducks and weaves among the boulders until he comes to a small enclave, enough to hide in for a moment.

He slams his back against it, eyes peeled for danger. He pulls the slate out again. Desperately he tries to rework the communications. He needs to inform HQ that the guardians were malfunctioning and attacking indiscriminately. They needed to be shut down now.

But no matter how he tries he can’t get it to work. He rips open the back of the slate to manually reroute the communications to the main battery core and splice the slate directly into the Tower’s mainframe from the junction box.

In the corner of his eye he sees a figure, engulfed in flames, stumble out of the rubble of the coms center.

The slate restarts but the icon blinks red. No Signal. Shit!

The robotic sounds of plate metal on rock reach his ears. Champion stuffs the slate into his bag and peers out from his hiding spot.

He’s near the testing facilities emergency hanger. If he can reach it and get on a bike he might be able to catch Rudania and use its stronger signals to send out a kill order. The only way to reach it is through open ground, which is optimal for the guardians targeting system. But he’s out of options; the facility has fallen. The defense systems failed. The tower is non-operational.

And there’s no one left to call for backup.

He’s on his own.

Champion bursts out into the open and makes a mad dash for the hanger. His legs burn as he pushes himself to the limit, only stopping to take cover when a distant guardian takes fire. He doesn’t bother trying to fight or sneak. There are just too many of them and he’d broken his bow just escaping the lab before the whole thing burst into flames.

He can still hear everyone still stuck inside screaming as they were consumed by flames.

Don’t think about it. Not now. Just focus on the task at hand.

He reaches the hanger and ducks inside as another laser comes out of the mountains. It blows the door off its hinges and scalds his leg, bringing him down painfully. Champion doesn’t stop. He scrambles to his feet and jumps on to one of the emergency bikes. He forgoes opening the hangar door and drives out through the side door, throttling the engine to avoid another shot.

He heads to the Divine Beast that’s crawling on the mountain pass.

He pulls out the emergency radio on the bike and connects it to his earpiece. It’s a shorter range but its on a different frequency than the towers, so it might get through. The Divine Beasts should pikc up on the emergency broadcast automatically.

“Daruk!” He starts screaming the moment he’s in range “Daruk! May Day! Guardians have gone AWOL! They are attacking! Mass casualties at testing ground C! Requesting immediate assistance! I repeat - Guardians have gone AWOL! Approach with extreme caution! Please respond!”

The radio crackles in his ear and he hears a rapid beeping on his right. Champion just barely avoids being shot point-blank as a Guardian races out from a dust cloud, eye blood red. The rapid turn he makes almost shakes him but he gets the death wobble under control just in time to avoid another blow. It comes so close he can feel the heat on his skin and rhe shower of dust plink off his bike.

“Daruk!” Champion screams into the mike, voice breaking, “Please respond! Mayday! The guardians have gone AWOL and they are attacking! Requesting immediate assistance! Do you read me?!”

The ground shakes. Van Rudania roars and takes several unsure steps. Its movement patterns have become unpredictable. It turns and stops on a dime. Champion struggles to catch it even as it turns towards him.

“”Daruk, do you read me?! I need assistance-!”

The guardian comes out of nowhere, metallic arm swiping for him.

The bike jolts out from under him. Champion goes flying head first over the handlebars.

For a moment everything is in slow motion. He sees the guardian, its leg held out in a vicious swipe. His bike, the front end crumpling like paper against the Guardians reinforced hull. His own limbs, hands outstretched as if to grab something.

He’s weightless for a long, drawn moment.

Then he hits the ground. He skids and bounces like a ragdoll against the stone. Head over heels, body scraping painfully against the dirt and gravel, leaving bits of blood and flesh behind like a splatter painting. He slams to a halt, finally hitting a boulder and hearing several cracks that resonate up his body to his ears.

Champion slumps to the floor, dazed. He coughs and tastes copper. He stares at the floor and for a glorious moment he doesn’t feel anything.

Then the pain hits. Like someone taking a hammer to every bone and muscle, the pain almost blacks him out. He wheezes, tears of agony burning his eyes.

His left arm is mangled, broken in too many places to count. His chest feels like it’s been caved in. His back is on fire. His head is pounding and his ears are ringing. His legs feel like they’ve been shredded. He can barely breathe.

Twenty meters away, the guardian locks onto him, stepping casually over the wreckage of his bike. It looms closer.

Beep.

Time accelerates back to normal.

Champion gasps. His body is a sack of broken bones and torn skin, but his head kicks back into gear. He’s alive. He’s not done, then.

And against all odds, his shield is still strapped to his arm. Still in one piece.

Beep. Beep. Beep.

Champion whines in pain when he forces his body to move. One leg up, then onto his knees. One foot. Then the other. Push to his feet and brace his knees.

Beepbeepbeepbeepbeep

Face the enemy. Arm up - shield up!

BEEP-

The impact slams him back against the rock and shatters his shield. But his shield does its job and the laser goes wide and arcs up, hitting Van Rudania in the chin. The Divine Beast roars, tilting its head towards him in jerky motions.

Champion leans his whole weight to the boulder, arm dropping. His shield, now just a twisted, brittle metal sheet, slides off his arm and clatters to the floor.

He’s bought himself a few more seconds.

Beep.

It’s not enough time. His earpiece crackles somewhere near his feet. It fell out when he was launched off his bike. But whoever is calling is too late. They won’t reach him in time.

Beep. Beep. Beep.

And there’s nothing he can do. He can’t run. He can’t hide. He can barely stay standing.

Beepbeepbeepbeep

He has no weapons, no armor, no backup. The most he can do is die on his feet.

There’s not even enough time to pray; only enough to glare down his killer.

BEEP-

The blow doesn’t come.

Something lands heavily in front of him, taking the blast for him. The impact sends more dust into the air, shielding him momentarily from the Guardian’s aiming systems.

Champion blinks past the dust particles and sees a large figure in front of him, big and strong and shielding him from death.

“Hey little guy. Hope you don’t mind me dropping in.”

A relieved sob breaks free from Champion's lungs. His legs go out. He slides down the rock, leaving a rusty trail.

He watches Daruk turn to face him, the melted remains of his famous Boulder Breaker in one hand. The Goron smiles widely, tossing his weapon away. “You’re looking a little rough. Don’t worry! You’ll be fine! I called Revali - he’s on his way! Kill codes already broadcasting. The moment he’s in range these damn things will be nothing but scrap metal.”

Daruk gently helped Champion into a sitting position, tucking a few strands of hair behind the Hylians ear tenderly. “I’m sorry I couldn’t shut them down myself. But this tech stuff never was my strong suit, you know?”

Daruk hovers over the Hylians body, bracketing him with his large arms. There is nothing but warmth and relief in his eyes.

“That was close call,” The Goron chuckles. “I almost didn’t make it. Sorry for the sudden landing! I had to jump. Rudania wasn’t responding to my commands. ”

He looks up contemplatively. Above them the great lizard stands still, blue lights flickering a sickening pink. Champions’ stomach twists at the sight. It was just like what happened to the guardians, before they turned on their creators.

“I tried to use her to smash those guardians to bits! But she wouldn’t respond.” Daruk looks over his shoulder, frowning lightly. “This doesn’t pass the smell test. Brother, I think we’ve been set up.”

The dust cloud settles. The hulking guardian comes back into view, targeting them as soon as its laser can lock on.

Champion tries to speak, to yell out a warning, but no words come out. Just garbled sounds. Daruk looks back down at him and smiles. “Hey there, buddy. Save your strength, okay? You’re gonna need it if you’re gonna take down the baddies who messed with our tech.”

Beep.

Champion’s eyes go wide. What was Daruk doing? Why wasn’t he running? He could roll out of here - why was he staying?

Beep. Beep. Beep.

Daruk smiles, teeth gritting. There’s a resolve shining in the Goron Chiefs eyes.

Champion inhales sharply, realizing why Daruk is not moving.

Beepbeepbeepbeep

No!

BEEP-

A laser fires. Daruk locks his jaw in pain as he takes the shot to the back, screaming from behind his teeth. Champion gasps, eyes wide. Daruk hisses in pain, slumping over slightly. Champion smells burnt flesh. He feels sick.

“Ah, now that’s brisk.” The Goron leader pants hoarsely. He breathes for a minute, gathering strength. Then punches the stone with a grunt and straightens up, both hands planted firmly to either side of Champion's head.

Bracing.

Champion lets loose a whine.

"Aw, little guy. don't give me that look." Daruk smiles like his back isn't burnt to a crisp. "Don't worry about me! I'm as sturdy as Eldin herself!"

The guardian targets Champion again. Daruk stays where he is.

Beep.

Champion struggles to move, to speak, anything!

Run, he wants to scream, leave me!

Daruk just laughs heartily, planting his feet firmly. "Save it little guy! I'm not leaving a sworn brother behind!"

Beep. Beep. Beep.

Champion's eyes water, nothing to do with the pain. He's not even feeling it anymore except for his chest, which squeezes painfully.

Beepbeepbeepbeep

Please!

BEEP-

A second shot to the back. Daruk can't hold in his scream this time, strong voice ringing throughout the mountain range and Champion's ears.

The great Goron's legs go out from under him and the man collapses, using the stone as support more than a brace. He moans in pain, blood dripping from his mouth.

Champion sobs, tears streaming down his screwed up face.

"Pl..sss.." He chokes out.

"Sorry brother, but you're not getting rid of the great Daruk that easily." Strong, rock-like arms curl around Champion's broken body, bringing him in for the most secure embrace he's ever felt. Champion can feel slick blood stain his clothes, not all of it his own.

Beep.

"Listen," Daruk puffs into his hairline, "Everything is going to be okay. You're going to make it out of this. Then you’re going to rally the troops and catch the guys who did this. I believe in you! And I’m so, so proud of you."

Beep. Beep. Beep

In the distance, Champion can see the silhouette of a great eagle, finally breaking through the clouds above the canyon, bright blue lines thrumming with energy. It’s head targeting systems recalibrate, energy beams charging to engage.

Daruk pets his hair comfortingly. "And since you’re going to get out of this, you mind doing me a favor? You mind telling little Yunobo his dad is really proud of him, too? And that I can't wait to watch him grow up? I'd really appreciate it."

Beepbeepbeepbeep

Champion sobs into his shoulder, nodding.

Across the sky, Vah Medoh turns in their direction.

Daruk smiles against his forehead. "Thank you, Brother."

BEEP-

------

Daruk is such a sweetheart and I was so sad to hear that he’s dead in HSH. He’s got such powerful dad energy. I guess Stormy didn’t want him coming in and adopting all the boys away from Time

#hsh au #townhouse au #febuwhump 2023 #hsh champion #hsh Daruk

8 notes · View notes